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Strawberries and Cigarettes | l.t

Pairing: idol!Taeyong x idol!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: Use of cigars/smoking, character death, a bit of smut

Word count: 2.6k

He was from SM and you were from JYP. He was a member of 3 boy groups and you were a solo artist. His genre was more of pop while you make rnb. The two of you were working on opposite sides of the world so when you received the news that the two of you were collaborating, you were bewildered.

Now you were sitting alone inside a coffee shop waiting for Taeyong. You knew he was a talented man—a rapper, a composer and a hell of a good dancer. You’ve watched a lot of fancams out of pure curiosity and you were surprised that you had the pleasure of getting to work with him.

“Y/N?” a rich and foreign voice said, looking up at him you felt your heart skip a beat at his appearance. His hair was brown and it had some streaks of gray to it, it was a little disheveled but it still looked good. He was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt that made the veins in his hands more prominent, a dangling earing on his ear that added more charisma to him.

“I’m Lee Taeyong,” he smiled. Ooooh fuck he looks good, his voice sent shivers down your spine. You gestured for him to sit down across of you. This is going to be interesting, you thought.

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It’s been a month since the two of you worked together. You mostly worked in his apartment, though his members lived there with him, they respected you and treated you like their family. They leave when the two of you work so that you could focus and they wouldn’t create ruckus.

You weren’t fully comfortable with him yet and you know he felt the same way too. You always sat on the edge of his bed while he sat on his chair across you. It was hard to work with someone so new, someone who’s a stranger. You had to be careful with every step you take—and although that being cautious is good, it’s difficult to not voice out your ideas to him because you’re afraid of him judging of what you thought.

You two were working on an album that focuses on the issues of society today. You had two solo songs, he had two solo songs and then there were two songs that features the both of you.

Your first song tackles about the beauty standards of men and women of our generation. How men aren’t allowed to wear make-up because it makes them look more feminine and how women should have this petite figure and if they don’t look what society expects them to look like, they do not belong in this place.

Your next song focuses on gender roles. Women can have a job that is expected to supposedly be for men and vice versa. Also, how people should be respected no matter their chose of job. Whether they are sex workers, drag queens or a waitress—each should be treated equally.

Taeyong’s first song is about corruption in politics and the politicians that don’t uphold the values and morals of a good leader and how in turn, makes a country incompetent and their people ignorant.

His next song is about the challenges faced by the mass. Poverty, treated unequally, high medicine fee and all things in between. What the two of you have worked on alone is a masterpiece.

Right now you were stuck inside his room, diverting your attention towards anything but making the music together. You’ve asked him for help and he did that but working on two whole songs together just seems a bit out of your comfort zone.

“What about pizza?” he asks “I don’t think pizza is a good top-“ you got cut off with his laugh. It was a hearty one too, not the chuckles you hear he lets go once you accidentally do or say something funny.

“I meant maybe you want me to get a pizza delivered? Maybe it’ll help remove this,” he gestured to the space between us, “Tension?” you just laughed, probably because you felt stupid and embarrassed for not catching his drift but you agreed to get pizza.

You and Taeyong are now seated on each side of his bed sharing a box of pizza. For the past hour, you two have been sharing stories and jokes like childhood friends catching up. You’ve learned that he has a passion for understanding arts, he’s really good at playing video games and he likes listening to Drake.

Neither of you initiated to start working on your songs but you liked the time you were using to get to know him. He was kind, gentle and warm.

There were numerous spotlights surrounding Taeyong. The photographer asked him to try different poses and to relax but for some reason, his shoulders were too tense and his hands were shaking a bit. You and Taeyong started hanging around a lot when you two decided to write your music. You two hung out in his apartment where his members stay and spend time with the two of you, you hung out in the convenience store eating ice cream and telling jokes. You didn’t have many friends in the music industry and now you consider Taeyong as your best friend.

He looked good, you thought. He was sporting a gold glittered blazer with a black top beneath it, 3 layered chokers and he was wearing the dangling earrings you loved so much on him.

You walked towards Taeyong and said, “Yong, look at me,” he let out a breathy laugh but kept his head down. Putting your fingers under his chin and tilting his head upwards you ask, “What’s wrong?” he closes his eyes and exhales “I smell strawberries,” your eyes widened at his statement. “S-strawberries?” “Yes, strawberries,” he then looks at your eyes and continues “Before my best friend died, she asked me to fetch her strawberries. So, I went to the hospital and see her having a seizure. Doctors were all around her, her boyfriend was frantic and I dropped the jar of strawberry jam. It was the last time I ever associated myself with the fruit,” then he laughs. You apologize and say that it probably was your perfume but he tucks your hair behind your ear and says that it was fine.

This whole time you were talking the photographer took candid photos of you and Taeyong and claimed that it was good for the album cover already. Taeyong kisses your cheek and feel blush creep in on your face.

You were going to sleep well today.

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The both of you were in Amsterdam to film your music video. You were dressed in a black laced bustier top paired with black flared pants and Taeyong is wearing a white button up top.

It’s been an hour of filming and Taeyong has been showering you with compliments. Your relationship has gotten to the point where you two flirt shamelessly and honestly, you didn’t have any complaints.

As the crew and directors all were huddled to talk about the next scene, you were out smoking looking at the museums and buildings surrounding you.

“You didn’t tell me you smoked,” Taeyong stalks toward you and keeps his hands inside of his pockets. “You never asked. Want to join me?” “No thanks. I quit after she died,” you nod.

“Do you believe in heaven and in hell?” you ask and then he stands beside you, “Move away from me Yong, you’re going to get cancer from second-hand smoking you know,” “I believe that if we die, we’re just going to live a life with eternal darkness and quietness and loneliness,” he answers your question and ignores your previous statement. “I do believe in God, yes, but if we die and then that’s it. Do you believe in it?” he asks, “I believe that we do go to heaven or hell based on the actions and choices we’ve made in our borrowed time living here,” you say.

“What separates the people who will enter heaven to those who will enter hell? I mean, humans make pretty bad and wrong decisions. If hurting a person, unintentionally and intentionally, is just the basis for us to live a life in paradise or in damnation then I guess we’re all fucked huh?” you both laugh. You throw your cigarette to the trash can near you and stick your hand out for Taeyong to hold.

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The first time you and him kissed was after your comeback stage.

It was hot, it was messy and you felt like flying. He told you you tasted like strawberries mixed with the after-taste of cigars. You just laugh and continue kissing down his neck.

He tugged at your hair and removed the strap off of your dress. You got on your knees and unbuckled his belt.

As the night went further and your relationship progressed, he had told you that he loves you and that you indeed smell like strawberries. And as much as he dislikes the fruit and what comes with it, if loving you means he has to smell and taste like strawberries for the rest of his life then so be it.

You slept with a smile on your face, head on Taeyong’s chest and his arms caging you for protection.

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You were hysterical.

You had rushed Taeyong into the ER as soon as your comeback stage had ended. You were supposed to go out and celebrate with him, announce the tour you were having but all your plans had ended once you saw the he had coughed up blood and was having a hard time breathing.

Machines and tubes were stuck in his body, his unconscious body. You held his hand for the longest time that day and you weren’t planning on letting go.

You woke up with Taeyong speaking to the doctor and you saw that they were having a serious conversation. “Taeyong?” he looks at you, a little startled. He ushers the doctor to leave and says to you, “Hey, you should go back to sleep,” you ask what the doctor said and he just simply says that it was a bad bad bad case of food poisoning. You were apprehensive but you didn’t want to push it any further, he needed his rest after all.

That was the first mistake you made.

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The second mistake was smoking around him. You wanted to stop but it had helped you through the sleepless nights and when you were overthinking.

The third mistake was pushing through with the tour. It was his idea, saying it was the least you two could do for your fans but it was your fault for supporting it.

The last straw was watching him being taken away by the paramedics and staying kneeled and glued to the stage as they rushed him into the hospital.

You arrived seeing doctors moving everywhere and getting paddles and shouting ‘clear’. You couldn’t stand to watch him as they revived his body. So, you took your pack of cigarettes and went outside.

By the time you finished three sticks, you decided to see how Taeyong was doing. Every step you took felt like it weighed tons, like your world was crashing but seeing and hearing the doctors call the time of his death? You felt that the world has ended.

You were screaming and crying and questioning everything and anything. You screamed and screamed until your cries had taken over and seeing Taeyong lying on his bed cold and lifeless, it shattered you.

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Months after his death, you continued on with the tour.

Today, you were in Amsterdam and was about to finish the last song.

Right before you sung though, Taeyong’s voice rung around the concert hall. Everyone was quiet.

“Hey Y/N. If you’re hearing this it means that I’ve died. I have a few things to say so please listen.

From the first day I met you, I knew that I was going to fall in love with you but the minute I smelt your strawberry scent? I knew I had to distance myself,” he laughs.

“It was hard to though. It was the boys who pushed me to hang out with you more. It would benefit our work after all. Hence, the pizza mistaken as a song topic incident. From that moment on, I found myself liking you much more than I intended to.

Fast forward to all of our shared jokes and stories. Late night ice-cream stops at the convenience store. Breakfast dates. Coffee-stained sweaters and deep conversations while you smoked.

I knew that I fell in love with you the moment that your lips brushed mine. It was special, magical, felt like I was floating on cloud nine. I just let myself fall deeper until the moment you rushed me into the ER when I coughed up blood.

I needed you to stay away from me because I knew that it would happen. I am sorry, I am very sorry, that I didn’t tell you the truth. Maybe if I had told you the truth you would’ve really stayed away from me but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you and hurt you.

I am a smoker. I quit because my best friend died of second-hand smoking. It was my fault she died, it was my fault I hated strawberries and it’s my fault now that I left you without ever explaining the truth about me.

I don’t want you blaming yourself for not noticing the signs or for keeping on smoking. None of this is your fault Y/N.

I just didn’t want to lose the time knowing that you’d be so cautious around me. No, I wanted us to be as normal as we could ever be. I wanted more time with you but I guess this is for the best.

You deserve so much more this world could ever offer. You are a great person with a great personality, great talents, great body and a great heart.

I want- I need you to keep on using that talent and heart to inspire people all over the world to fight. We have achieved so much together and I want you to use this pain into art.

I loved you and I will love you even if my soul ends up in a cold and dark place. I will love you even if you choose to love another guy. I know, I know that I will be in your heart and that I will always have that one piece saved specifically for me.

I love you and your cigarettes. Your strawberry-flavored perfume scent, your strawberry-flavored shampoo and your taste when I kiss you after you smoke.

Your strawberries clung on to my shirts and sweaters, and it did hurt me at first because it brought back the memories of her but you gave me a new reason to love strawberries.

I love you, Y/N,” as he sings, the whole crowd were in tears and you were sat on the stage clutching your microphone near your heart.

You smile and look up at the ‘heavens’ as he sings,

“Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you,”

(A/N: This is my first taeyong one-shot and i hope you liked it. i tried to be very angst-y haha. please send in requests aaand feeback is always appreciated!)

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WRITING SCHEDULE:

key : s - smut ; f - fluff ; a - angst ; striked-through : posted

NCT

Lee Taeyong

Strawberries and Cigarettes - idol!au, smoker!reader : f, a (lengthy one-shot)

date to be posted : may 5, 2020

Jung Jaehyun

take a chance - idol!au, personalassitant!reader : s, f, a (series)

date to be posted : may 20, 2020 (first part)

Mark Lee

the babysitter - babysitter!au (changed the whole story, sorry :()) : s,f (one-shot)

date to be posted : may 23, 2020

BTS

Kim Taehyung

sin - forensicscientist!reader, detective au : s, f (one-shot)

date to be posted : may 15, 2020

mocha latte - college au : s, f (headcannon)

date to be posted : may 16, 2020

(A/N: feedback is highly appreciated && so r requests!!)

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ours to share | SuperM

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Pairings: SuperM x reader, college!mark x reader, college!taeyong x reader, photographer!ten x reader, playboy!taemin x reader, gamer!taeyong x reader, bassist!mark x reader, sugardaddy!jongin x reader, fratboy!baekhyun x reader, fwb!lucas x reader

Genre: fluff, crack [ish]

(A/N: Hey guys! The first part just tells us how Y/N discovered that the guys will join a fraternity. What happens next?)

date posted: apr 27 2020

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ours to share | SuperM

TWO

Genre: fluff, crack [ish]

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(A/N: The pov in the group chat is Mark Lee’s while Y/N is the one talking to Yukhei)

Uh oh, looks like Mr. Bad boy took an interest with Y/N. Will she completely fall for his charms? How would Mark and Taeyong take it once they find out or will she even tell them at all? Most importantly, how does the initiation in their fraternity go? Watch out for the next chapter! :)

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Genre: crack ?? a very uncharacteriscally jaehyun but ok

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a/n: i honestly think jaehyun as a friend won’t be this,,, hype but HSHAHS

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Genre: crack ??

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(A/N: damn baek’s giving me major dom daddy vibes 🥵 jk. Hope y’all enjoy this part! Also, tumblr’s being an ass, my links aren’t working, so far there are 5 parts to this au.)

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Addiction | w.yh

Pairing: Bestfriend!Lucas x Reader

Warnings: Use and mention of alcohol and cigarettes, mention of strippers (lol), angst & making out. Also suicide (mentioned not in a descriptive way but if you feel uncomfortable please do not read this. Do not risk your mental health for this, I love you!)

Word count: 2.5k

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Blue lights strobed around the room and loud music was playing, making the people dance wildly.

Lucas was sat in between two strippers with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He wasn’t even sure why he was watching these dancers perform for him when he could easily just watch you.

The two of you were inseparable, wherever you went he did too. There was just no way he would leave your side. Lucas always guided you throughout your poor life decisions—boys, cigars and liquor. He felt the need to always keep you safe and he doesn’t care if he gets in trouble in the process too. Another factor was that he was in love you.

He loved you ever since you saved him from whores living in his home that tried to consume and corrupt him. He loves the way you talk about the universe and your passion. He loves the warmth and gentleness your being brings to his soul. With you, he feels like the world just consists of you and him. Your eyes that could pierce his soul—oh how he loves getting sucked into them every time.

You were irrational and overly-sensitive when making decisions and Lucas was all there to straighten them out. He makes sure that when you drink and smoke, you don’t push your limit. He makes sure no boys could hurt or take advantage of you and he did all of those because he loved you.

You were currently dancing against Mark Lee and boy was he blushing. You looked gorgeous wearing a green silk slip dress that Lucas bought you. It’s been a month since you’ve been partying non-stop which deeply concerned Lucas but he couldn’t stop you, you were too stubborn for your own good.

As soon as the song ended, you strutted towards Lucas, eyes narrowing as you spotted the strippers he was sandwiched in between, at this Lucas chuckles. He signaled the erotic dancers to leave as soon as you seated on his lap, burying your head on the crook of his neck.

“Lucas,” you breathed. The way you said his name sent shivers down his spine. Just as he was about to reply with a cheeky remark, he felt tears on his neck. You were crying and lightly shaking.

“What’s wrong?” he gently pulled your head back to face him, his eyes searching for yours. Your eyes screamed of sadness and exhaustion, university really was taking a toll on you. You lay there in his arms feeling secure and like tomorrow would be better. For a second, you actually believe that everything will be okay. You’ll graduate with flying colors, you’re going to have your dream job, you and Lucas would still keep your friendship and you’d finally be able to commit into a serious relationship.

You had serious commitment issues, all product of your parent’s divorce (though it was better seeing them apart rather than them tearing and clawing at each other every minute) and your past boyfriend.

After your last relationship ended way back in 2018, you started getting addicted to boys. You slept with people then left them hanging. You toyed with their emotions and you felt powerful. It all was wrong until you met Wong Yukhei. He led you towards the right path, he helped you realize and fix your mistakes. He shaped you into becoming a better person. You saw the light in him.

You needed a distraction away from the nagging thoughts inside your head, away from the demons living inside of you. You would not let yourself be destroyed by your own guilt and regrets, so you opted to drink and smoke your night away.

Lucas tried to get you to quit your unhealthy habit but you insisted that it was the only thing keeping you sane so he agreed. He was a great company, sometimes he’d even drink with you but never too much. You didn’t know why he was so afraid to let loose around you, it’s not like you haven’t seen him drunk before.

Anyways, as you calmed yourself, Lucas combed your hair and smiled at you. His smile was to die for, it probably was your favorite thing about him. His lips were so plump and soft—you thought about how it would feel against your own. You thought about his teeth biting down on your lip, his tongue playing dominance with yours. You weren’t even going to deny that you found your best friend attractive, I mean, who wouldn’t say he was right?

“Come with me to the restroom,” you suggested. He raised his eyebrows at you and you hit his shoulder lightly, giggling. You grabbed his hand and the two of you walking towards the girl’s restroom. You peaked inside the comfort room to see if there was anyone, seeing as you two would be alone you pulled Lucas inside with you. He stared at you with big and wild eyes, his lip was quivering as well. You laughed and put your hands on his neck.

“Y/N…” he trailed off. “Stop this. What even are you doing?” “Kiss me,” you said. His hands that were gripping once on your waist quickly retracted, you groaned at the loss of contact.

“Don’t you want me, Lucas?” his big eyes stared at yours like he was looking for something. “I do want you Y/N but this just seems way out of line. Did you drink too much? Do you want to go home?” then you kissed him. You kissed him again but pulled away once he didn’t kiss back. “Y/N, we can’t,” he stated firmly. “I just need to feel loved. Please, Lucas. Just this once,” for a moment, you felt like crying because of embarrassment. You humiliated yourself in front of your best fucking friend and on top of that, you probably scarred your most treasured friendship. fuck.

You felt his soft lips on yours, it felt like heaven, he felt like heaven. Lucas put his hands on your waist and yours on his hair, tugging lightly to which he moaned at. You were the one to pull away so that you could both catch your breath. “Just this once,” Lucas breathed and then pulled you to kiss him again.

Just this once quickly turned into days then into weeks ‘til you were fucked and it went on for months. Nothing much changed except that Lucas had fallen deeper in love with you, if that were even possible. The two of you pretty much fucked everywhere—after classes in the mathematics classroom, on his bed, on your couch, outside your porch, inside his bathroom, literally everywhere. You weren’t complaining because you knew you both wanted it.

Having sex with Lucas changed you though. You went to your classes feeling livelier than the day before, you finished the day looking forward to the next, you felt lighter. You weren’t the only one changing though, Lucas went to his classes more late than usual, he had eye bags weighing like tons of rocks and his hair disheveled albeit him convincing himself that he was happy.

He held you at night like he hasn’t before, the two of you were intimate and he was sure of that. He got to worship and appreciate your body and treat you like a queen. He had everything he could ever ask for so why was he so what was his problem? He thought about it for days and he knew why his feelings were a mess. It occurred to him that you may just be toying with him, maybe he was just another knot on your belt but he refused to believe that.

He tried his best to believe that you truly loved him. That your heart would beat the same as his when you two cuddled at night, but as longer the two of you fucked and lacked romance and passion, he was deeply convinced that you didn’t feel the same way about him. To feel at peace he asked you to meet him and he planned on confronting you.

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You looked gorgeous and you knew it. You had a big smile on your face, you were ecstatic to tell Lucas about your day but your smiled dropped once you saw Lucas’ eyes. It was full of sorrow, it reminded you of what your eyes once were.

“I’m tired of this,” he simply says. Lucas doesn’t look at you. “Then you should rest,” “I’m tired of us, Y/N,” he stated again. You felt a pang in your heart, you weren’t quite sure why.

“Let’s stop then,” you replied back and took a step forward towards him. “It’s not easy to break what we have, you and I both know that,” “Then let’s go take a break. We can do that,”

He huffed and clenched his fists. He fucking huffed at you, what the hell was his problem? “Are you going through something? Are you okay? Because what the fuck Lucas”, you continued, “You do not invite me over just so you could clench and fucking get piss-“ “I love you,” he cut you off then he looked at you.

Ah, and there it was. His eyes he was trying so hard to hide. His eyes that held the truth and the affection. He loves you and you want to run away—so you did. You ran as far as you can, not caring that you were almost hit by multiple vehicles. You shouted and cried, you questioned why He has to be so cruel. Why he makes your best friend fall in love with you.

You didn’t deserve Lucas and you know it. You corrupted him enough already and this? Him falling in love with you, him wanting to have you as his forever? Everything made you feel mad. Next thing you know, you were out partying again. Lucas hasn’t called nor texted, he didn’t try to stop you when you ran away ‘He probably expected that already’ you thought.

It’s been exactly 4 months since Lucas confessed and you running away like a coward.

You had thought over and over about what you should do. Why you want to fix things, why you ran away, why you wanted him back. You were scared to try but you were willing to try. You loved him back so you approached him at lunch break.

He was sat with Mark and Donghyuck, they patted him on the back when they saw you approach.

“Hey, can we talk?” your hands were trembling. He took one look at you and he caved in. Truth be told, he didn’t want to speak with you. Both of you were hurt and he was just in the process of moving on from it. “Okay,” then you two walk outside.

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“Lucas, I’m sorry,” when he didn’t respond you continued. “I’m sorry for running away that night. I know I shouldn’t have but I can’t take it back so I’m sorry,” you hear him sigh. “I-I want to try. I want to try to be in a relationship with you,” you see him wince at the word ‘try’ “Why?” he finally speaks. “Because I love you too, Lucas,” and then he shakes his head in disbelief. “You say you love me, it took you four months to realize that? Did all the partying and sex the past three months tire you, hm?” he was angry but you let him continue “W-why do you love me Y/N?” your eyes started to well. You weren’t sure how to answer him, you could tell him all the things you love about him and what makes him so lovable but you too weren’t sure why. “I was afraid of commitments. Scratch that, I still am. Wanting to try with you means I really love you, don’t I? Doesn’t that count for something? And you love me too,” you were crying now.

“So you love me because I love you,” it wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement but you nodded nonetheless. “You can’t love me just because I love you. You were addicted to me Y/N, hell you may still be!” his words were hurting you, it was making your heart ache. “You stopped drinking and smoking when we started fucking. You know why that happened Y/N?” a few students were looking at the two of you but Lucas didn’t seem fazed. “I was your drug. You used me to distract you and then you got scared because I actually had real feelings for you and you ran away because you were scared—and I understand that. But, you returning here just because what? You hurt me and you feel bad? You come back because you know that I would accept you again?” Lucas had started to cry too.

“You cannot love me just because I love you. It’s not fair,” he exhales, “I need to be with someone who truly loves me. I cannot settle for less, because that’s what I deserve,” he finally breathes.

For the first time, you felt happy. You know he didn’t deserve to be with someone as fucked up as you are and you were glad he made the decision not to. He leaves you there alone in the middle of the hallway, crying but you felt joy.

Wong Yukhei, your favorite drug. Everyone gets addicted to something , don’t they? Turns out that yours was your best friend and even if him leaving left a huge hole in your heart, to which you know couldn’t be filled again, you were happy he would stay away from you.

Maybe in another life you could be the person he deserved. You could be the person he would want to be with. Maybe in another life.

And with that, you closed your eyes as you felt blood leave your body and your vision became blurry. The last thing you saw was Lucas carrying you outside of your building and he was crying. He was trying so hard to keep you alive but you knew—you knew he was too late. You put your hands on his cheek and whispered, “I love you, Wong Yukhei. You will always have my heart. I love,” you were cut off as soon as you took your last breath. Lucas held you in his arms like he did back at the club when you wore that green silk slip dress.

date posted: apr 27 2020

#wong yukhei au #wong yukhei angst #wong yukhei x reader #lucas x reader #nct lucas angst #multmilk writings #multmilk oneshot #multmilk w.yh #m.list

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↳ nct 127 masterlist

↳ nct dream masterlist

↳ wayv masterlist

↳ superm masterlist

↳ exo masterlist

↳ bts masterlist

↳ seventeen masterlist

↳ series masterlist

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note: GUYS I’VE BEEN WANTING TO POST THESE PICTURES FOR SOOOOO FUCKING LONG BUT TUMBLR WON’T LET ME SO I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE :(( also, chapter 9 will be written in a fic type of form? just so i could fully describe and write what happens over their stay in NYC.

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THREE

genre: crack, fluff

summary: the boys enjoy your company and lucas messages you again !!

(A/N: Hey guuys! Sorry this took me time to upload. The first pic is in y/n’s pov and the groupchat is always on mark’s pov.)

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Genre: fluff

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note: sorry if the story seems a bit rushed :( it’ll be better w the next chapters

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genre: idk fluff? HAHAHAHA

summary: the boys find out about y/n and lucas’ date and well, mark doesn’t take it well. baekhyun messages y/n and offers her a deal.

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[eleven twenty-nine pm]

Medicalstudent!jaemin and you were assigned to practice on each other to draw blood. the sight of blood has jaemin wanting to pass out but he couldn’t let anyone know, especially you because you were his crush and he was a med student.

“Roll the sleeves of your top please,” you ask politely. Jaemin obeys and roll the sleeves of his black fitted cardigan. You tie a blue elastic around the top of his arm and tighten it, just enough to make the veins in his arms pop out.

“Actually wait,” Jaemin softly halts your hands and continues, “Can I draw your blood first?”

You raise an eyebrow at him but proceed on placing your left arm on top of the wooden desk you two shared.

With shaky hands, Jaemin takes a deep breath before wrapping the elastic on your arm.

As quick as he had tied it around your left arm, he retracted his arm just as quick.

His finger grazes your arm before tapping two fingers on the vein, where he could feel your pulse. Jaemin took the syringe from the aluminum tray and inhales as he injects the needle into your skin.

You winced in pain but still kept your composure until Jaemin’s injection was filled with your blood. He sprays alcohol onto the cotton to clean that spot on your arm in which he used a syringe with and taped another cotton to stop it from bleeding.

“Did it hurt?” he asks.

“Only a little. It’s just like an ant biting you, really,” you say truthfully.

His eyes looked anywhere but your face as you took the syringe and a brand new needle. Tracing the veins in his arm, you couldn’t help but admire how it looked. His left arm was straight out of a painting.

You shake the thoughts out of your head and proceed to draw blood from him.

You scanned his face for any signs of discomfort, only to see that he was indeed bothered.

His eyes were tightly shut and he bit his bottom lip. You chuckled as you drew the blood and he opened one eye to see why you were laughing.“

“So much for our peers saying you were a tough guy,” at your statement he pouts.

You show him the blood you drew with a smile on your face but it was quickly replaced with worry as you see Jaemin pale at the sight of blood.

“Oh God Jaem, are you going to puke? Hold on let me get a bucket,” you propose but he holds your wrist and shakes his head.

“No sorry Y/N. I just,”

“The sight of blood just makes me wanna pass out. Which is not a good thing considering I’m studying to become a nurse,” he says the last part quietly.

Your eyes soften and you pat his arm. “You could’ve told me silly. I could’ve just chatted you away ‘til you were distracted enough to even notice I drew your blood,” you smile.

And he does too. He fixes the syringes and needles you two used and you ask him,

“Do you want to go out with me tomorrow? You know we could practice drawing blood to not get you to faint in front of your patients,” and then he laughs, so loud that it booms around the entire room which earned you two a lot of glares.

“I’d love that Y/N. But dinner first?” you nod and help him fix your station.

note: this is my first time writing a bLurB SKDJSKF also not proofread omo

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Fandom: SuperM (all members)

Genre/Prompts: college au, sugar daddy au, social media au, fraternity au, fwb au; fluff, angst, smut

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(A/N: LINK ISN’T WORKING IM SO MAD BUT PARTS 1-7 IS ALREADY UP UNDER THE TAGS ‘ours to share’, ‘multmilk writings’. I am so sorry!)

Y/N Y/L/N is the main character. She lives with her two best friends, Mark and Taeyong. They all had normal and busy college lives until the boys join a fraternity. Y/N wasn’t a model all her life until someone came along.

Lee Minhyuk or better known as Mark, is broke college student who plays in a bar near the university. He became famous after doing a medley with his best friends. He has always liked Y/N, trying to bury that in the deepest part of his heart not wanting to ruin their friendship.

Lee Taeyong was the bubbly one among the three. He copes through everyone’s bullshit by playing games online and posting it (certified gamer™️) while making money. He has been going through a very tough time for a while but no one seemed to notice, that was until one summer night when everything got fucked up.

Byun Baekhyun is a multi-millionaire CEO of his own fasion company, Privé Alliance. He was known to be notorious; he was the leader of the fraternity ‘SuperM’. He was looking for a new model, someone young and free to model for his company. Lucky for him, the two boys bring exactly what he needs.

Kim Jongin, a famous supermodel. Not only does he pose for Vogue, Elle and Privé, he struts the walks of Gucci, Chanel and Marc Jacobs. Supposedly, he was going to do a shoot for D&G but he turned it down once he learned that a new girl will be modelling for Privé, he makes sure to guide her in the business— not knowing that he needed to guide his heart too.

Everybody loves bad boys don’t they? Wong Yukhei is a school mate of Y/N, Mark and Taeyong. He is also known as a famous biker, owning sweet and brand new rides, some he even takes to school. Y/N was the only one to see through his facade. What could he possibly be hiding from people that he had to act all bad boy in front of everyone?

Lee Taemin graduated top in his Literature class. He used to be a man whore in his university, only for it to stop once he settled down and wrote novels about greek mythology as people in disguise. He became a famous writer but he is also known as the founder of ‘SuperM’.

Chittaphon Ten is an amateur photographer, his works usually capture neon noir street themes. He also works for Baekhyun’s company as their official photographer. Meeting Y/N on her first shoot definitely changed him, is it a good change or a bad one?

Would Y/N be changed completely once she gets sucked into the lavishness of the lifestyle? Or will she get out of it before everything goes to shit?

A/N: More chapters will be released 😉 If you liked this, like & reblog to share my work! 💕

date posted: april 2020

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