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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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Asking for hendery or lucas x yn with the LMAO You don’t know how to code + WHY WOULD I KNOW HOW TO CODE? Ship type

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OOOH YES THIS IS SO HENDERY LMAOOOO

Code Heart Breaker

Non-Idol AU, Hacker AU

TW: Language

Dynamic: LMAO You don’t know how to code + WHY WOULD I KNOW HOW TO CODE?

Pairing: Hendery x Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

Genre: Fluff

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"(Y/N)! You're just in time!" Hendery's door flew open next to you and he dragged you in.

"Whoa, what's going on?" You asked, completely used to the mayhem by now, as Hendery pushed you onto his chair.

"Watch this screen for me, I've needed to go to the bathroom for like three hours now, tell me if anything bad happens, okay? Cool, bye!" Then he was gone. You turned to the computer screen, seeing what had to be some tamagotchi emulator except with pixel avatars people who oddly resembled your boyfriend and his close friends.

Now, your boyfriend was a strange guy, and his friends even stranger. Not in the sense that they creeped you out, but more in the sense that you knew they were hiding something from you. Whatever it was, you figured it was best that you didn't know. Some relationships do need secrets. You leaned against the chair, watching the boys run amok the screen, the one who looked like Hendery noticeably sleeping with a 'Ø' in a speech bubble above him. You noticed a pair of toggle buttons off to the corner and decided, well, fuck it. You leaned over and clicked on the right toggle and watched the screen change into what you had to compare to a pacman grid, except more complicated. You could see icons of Hendery's friends running amok the map and you could only laugh. Who knew that he was working on such a cute game?

Then, you noticed the all of them running towards each other in the center of the map, they stayed that way for a while, until quickly moving towards an end of the map.

"Huh... I wonder what this is supposed to be?" You hummed. Then, maybe you were imagining it, but you swore that you could hear screams. They were faint, as if they were a long distance away, but you could hear them right next to you. Right next to you, you turned to your side and saw Hendery's headphones, still on, and carelessly tossed aside on the floor. You picked them up, you could vaguely hear the voices coming from it. "Oh... maybe it's some sort of video game?" You hummed, slipping the headphones over your head.

"Aaaaaah!" You were immediately greeted by Ten's shriek.

"Hendery! Goddammit, where are you?!" That one had to be Yangyang.

"Hendery! The code! Enter the code!" Dejun now. You froze, how were you supposed to do this? You didn't want them to lose the game because of you, so you did the only rational thing and pulled the mic down.

"Um... hello?" You responded. The screaming ceased and all the avatars on the screen in front of you stopped moving.

"(Y/N)?!" All of them now.

"Oh, fuck, run!" Sicheng's voice was clear, ushering them forth.

"(Y/N), where's Hendery?!" Yangyang shouts.

"He went to the bathroom and told me to watch his screen," you explained.

"That fucking idiot, the one time we needed him to stay put!" Dejun shouts. "Not you, (Y/N), you're an angel and we're thrilled to have you sit in for him."

"Thank you," you grinned. "But what kind of game are you playing? Seems a bit intense."

"Game?" Sicheng's voice, despite sounding tired, was quizzical. You heard him wince. "Game! Right, we're playing Bank Robbery. It's a new multiplayer, it's great! Every time we play someone new is the 'Hacker' and they have to guide us to the objective. Easy, right?"

"Huh, yeah, sounds fun," you nodded to yourself.

"(Y/N), hey, we're going to need your help, don't worry, it's easy," Kun says. "What do you see on the screen in front of you?"

"Looks like pacman but with your avatars?" You said.

"Okay, good, click the right toggle, what do you see?" He asks. You click it again.

"Looks like a bunch of text boxes," you scroll across them all.

"Okay, good, any of those boxes empty?"

Front Entrance [••••••••] Back Door [••••••••] Front Office [••••••••] Main Vault [••••••••] Side Vault A [••••••••] Side Vault B [••••••••] Side Vault C [••••••••] Side Vault D [••••••••] Emergency Exit [| ]

"Just one, it says Emergency Exit," you say.

"Okay, that's the last one we need, (Y/N), you're going to need to open that one. To do that you have to access that system's backdoor and override it's security protocol, it's easy." Your mind went blank. Override? Backdoor? Speaking of doors, the one behind you slammed open.

"(Y/N), I'm back- Oh, shit," he rushed up to you, pulling the headphones from your head and putting them over his instead.

"Hey!" Your shout fell on deaf ears.

"I'm sorry, guys, my hand froze up, I can't type anything right now," Hendery shouts. You noticed the wrap around his hand and wrist now, it was faint, but you could still make out the other end of the conversation.

"Dammit, Hendery! We keep telling you to take better care of your wrists! What are we going to do if you get carpal tunnel?" You're pretty sure that was Ten.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, don't worry, I'll have (Y/N) do the typing," he says while he pushes his mic back up. "(Y/N), remember when we played 'Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes?' Yeah, this is like that, I have the manual, and you have the bomb," he says. You nodded your head slowly.

"Got it, okay, we're good at that game," you say.

"Yeah, we are! Okay, so first, right click on the Emergency Exit," he says. You do so. "Okay, so see the line with a ton of random symbols?" You looked at the screen, all of the lines had a ton of random symbols. You turned to him and he pressed his lips together. "Shit, the firewall's harsher than I thought, okay uh..." He grabs a thick book from the shelf next to him and starts flipping through it with his good hand. "Try the third line." You clicked on the third line and the whole screen flashed red.

"What the-"

"Crap, crap," Hendery curses behind you. "Uh... how do I explain this, urgh," he instead reaches over and starts rapidly tapping things with his good hand, just narrowly stopping the anti-hack system. "Okay, try the fifth line," he says. You clicked it and, luckily, it expanded into a dark screen with green text.

"Is this good?"

"Very. Okay, you just need to open the backdoor into the code now, it's easy," he says. You stared at him and he stared back. Then a small laugh escaped his throat. "You don't know how to code?"

"Why would I know how to code?!" You shout.

"Fair, fair, okay, I'll just tell you what to type and you type it out," he says.

"Okay," you muttered, watching the avatars on the screen next to the black one still running. Hendery flipped through the pages of the book behind you and started reading off numbers and symbols and you easily kept up, making sure that everything you typed matched everything he said until...

"Bingo!" Hendery grins. He scribbles down the set of numbers that appeared. "Okay, back to the main page," he says. You clicked on the game and hovered over the empty textbox, "Ready?"

"Yup."

"Eight, five, two, one, one, nine, zero, two," he recites. You typed it in and you watched one of the walls of the maze open and the avatars run through it. "Good job! Wow, you did amazing!" Hendery cheers, immediately hugging you against his chair and grinning.

"Yes! Yes, thank god, tell (Y/N) that we're buying dinner tonight to celebrate!" You heard Yangyang shout.

"(Y/N), you're a life saver, Hendery, you're not invited."

"Hey!" Hendery shouts. "That's not very nice!"

"You abandoned your post!"

"My hand was about to fall off!"

"This was a fun game, you all should invite me to play it again soon," you grinned.

"Game? What game?" Hendery asks.

"This one?" You pointed to the screen.

"Oh, no, this isn't a game, this is a program I coded to help with breaking in and entering places," he says. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Hendery... you fucking dumbass," you heard Ten groan.

"What... what did you just say?" You asked. Hendery grinned.

This was going to take a while.

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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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SLEEPOVER — d. sc

PAIRING: dong sicheng x male reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: implied best friends to lovers trope, overstimulation, dirty talk, messy writing

AUTHOR'S NOTE: the lack of winwin content made me do it. as always, this is not written thoroughly well, so feedback is appreciated. (yes i know, this is a repost bc of that shadowban earlier)

it was supposed to be just a simple sleepover after a study session, but here you are tonight, having your virginity stolen by your best friend, winwin.

you've always thought of winwin as someone submissive and bottom in a relationship, so maybe if you hadn't provoked him to show his 'dominance', things would've been different, but nonetheless, you're loving every single second of it.

"fuck-! i could do this all night," winwin groaned, sending his head backwards, his enormous cock bulging your stomach as he pushed his member in and out of your ass.

he shifted his left hand from guiding your waist to pinning your wrist on the bed, letting him see your eyes roll back.

"who's the bottom one again, slut?" he snidely asked, but you failed to gave him an answer, as you were far too lost in the moment, "oh, look at you, you can't even form a word. you love how my cock bulges your stomach? how pathetic."

winwin began to pick up his pace, one hand holding you and the other tightly holding your leg up on his shoulder.

your best friend couldn't help but smile as he looked at your figure; he has always wanted to see you submit and be a mess under his control.

"i've always wanted to do this with you, my boy," he admitted, and it was true; most of the time he spends his time only thinking about doing dirty things to you to mark you as his.

he relentlessly abused your prostate while calling you filthy names in order to remind you that he is the dominant one between the two of you.

"such a nasty cocksleeve for me, ever-so-willing to have his virginity taken away by his best friend; i never knew you're that kind of guy, [y/n]," he chuckled evilly, his unfazed thrusts moving you closer and closer to your climax.

noticing the amount of precum leaking from the tip of your cock, he began jerking it off in an attempt to make you cum immediately, which he was successful in doing.

you shrieked in pleasure as you released your cum on your abdomen and winwin's slender fingers.

despite the fact that you had just finished your high, winwin was not about to stop, and instead decided to overstimulate you throughout the night.

"i haven't cummed yet, my dear. you think you can last the whole night for me?" he asked.

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sichengtual · 3 years

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so you think you've fallen in love | d. sc

— summary: it’s 1997 and there are two things you’ve learned during your final year of college: one, you’re painfully in love with your childhood best friend and, two, you absolutely despise your next-door neighbor. however, sometimes, love and hate go hand in hand.

— pairing: dong sicheng x reader.

— genre: fluff, comedy (i hope); 90's au, friends to lovers, rivals to lovers, neighbors au, college au, painter! winwin.

— word count: 7,047 (7.0k)

— warnings: a bit of swearing, a brief joke about murder (no violence ever happens).

— song: kiss me — sixpence none the richer.

— a/n: for angel, @moonctzeny, as my gift for the @ficscafe exchange event! i’m so sorry about the delay, but i really hope you like it! 💞 as always, thank you to the love of my life, @svtxsoju, for helping me make sure it all makes sense! hehe i’m in jlove with jyou 💞.

You’re not completely sure about how it all started.

It’s a petty thing, really, and not one you should pay as much attention to as you do, but, as you realize the moment you stare down at the bright yellow paper in your hands, it’s not one you can get off of your mind. He makes your patience run out and your skin crawl, and it surprises you, because the mere thought of him has you biting the inside of your cheek in desperation.

You shouldn’t care. You really shouldn’t care, because, thinking about it, it’s not even that big of a deal. Right? It’s just paint cans. Yeah, paint cans right beside your door. Paint cans, right beside your door, almost making you trip. You do care.

“Prick,” you mutter under your breath, sticking the post-it note in the (nearly empty) bulletin board that hangs right beside the apartment complex’s door. “Asshole.”

Hey, 10B, pick up your spray-paint cans and I’ll give you back your blue mug… untouched. Fail to comply, and Pocchaco will suffer the consequences!

Nestled deep between a couple of big flyers, you realize it doesn’t really stand out much. It’s a small note, barely half of a normal post-it note, but still, bright yellow. And, most importantly, a note he’s probably gonna be looking for… especially after the one he’d left.

It had become a bit of a tradition, complaining to each other through small (and petty) notes via the complex’s bulletin board. It’s all trivial stuff, really; him asking you to not play The Smiths at top volume past two in the morning after going through a couple of sleepless nights, you asking him to not leave his paintings out on the hallway all night after suffering one too many headaches from the smell of fresh paint, and so on.

To be completely honest, in any other setting, it’d be almost entertaining. If only it was a song, or a movie, perhaps, and you’d be all about the classic Picking Dumb Fights With My Neighbor story. You’d even laugh at what the fights have been about, because, looking back, you probably wouldn’t have been in danger of tripping over his spray-paint cans if only you had been paying a bit more attention to your feet and a bit less to fixing the volume in your walk-man.

These dumb fights, however, do happen to you, and that way, it’s really not that entertaining. It’s infuriating, almost, because you really could go on about your day without having the urge to hide inside your apartment the moment you hear the door opening across the hall, simply because the thought of your neighbor stresses you just so much.

“You could just confront him, you know,” your roommate, Taeyong, says from next to you. He’s picking up pieces from an almond croissant with his fingers and eating them with each step he takes, coordinating the movement of his hand with the one of his feet. “Just go out there and stick the post-it note in his face. Say ‘Hey! Give me my T-tool back because I’ve been driving my roommate mad with how much I’ve asked for his!’”

“I thought you didn’t mind lending me your T-tool,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “And I’m not… I’m not talking to him. Ever. In fact, I wish I could pretend he doesn’t exist. If I ever saw him, I think I’d just... ”

“You’d just… what? I mean, for all you know, he might as well be a figment of your imagination,” Taeyong laughs. “You’ve never even seen the guy’s face. How do you know it’s not just me pulling one on you? Plot twist: that time you thought 10B had the slippers you had forgotten outside, it was me you had to bribe with chocolate milk to get them back!”

“I know it’s not you because I know you value me not letting your plants die,” you say. Taeyong gasps next to you, nudging your side with his elbow. “And you don’t like chocolate milk.”

“Nah, I just don’t like the one you make. Way too little cocoa powder,” he laughs, taking another piece of bread into his mouth. A little bit of the powdered sugar that tops the treat stays in the corner of his mouth, and he quickly wipes it with his tongue. “You could be a little more generous when you’re making it, share some more of your love with me, your best friend.”

You cross the street as Taeyong finishes his croissant, scrunching up the white paper bag it was in and putting the paper ball inside the pocket of his hoodie. He stops as you reach the sidewalk, turning so he can walk towards the record shop he works a morning shift in.

“Yeah, best friend, I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile. “So, I’ll pick up the pizza tonight after class and we’ll meet back home, right?”

Taeyong nods.

“The veggie one, but ask for extra peppers,” he smiles. “You know, to make up for the chocolate-less milk. I’ll be sure to tell you if 10B complied, and you can finally give the poor guy his mug back.”

He waves as he begins to walk back, and when he’s out of sight, you put a set of headphones over your ears. Reaching into your bag, you press play onto your walkman and “I Can’t Be With You” by The Cranberries flood your ears. The cold morning air rustles between the trees and crashes against your face, cool and crisp, and smelling like fall. The leaves in the ground crumble when you step over them, and with the music in your head, the walk down the street feels more like a movie with every step.

Coffee Tuesdays have become a sort of tradition for you and Sicheng.

Long ago, back when you were kids, there was not a single moment you and Sicheng ever spent apart. You had grown up together, being neighbors and childhood friends, but his family had to move away and even though you had both promised to, neither of you kept in touch. You had meant to, and even sent a few letters and postcards at first, followed by a couple emails, but time had passed and life had moved on. And then, so did you.

He had still been there, in the back of your mind, and you’d remember him in the pink hues of an afternoon sky in the winter, and in the thick, white wisps of steam from a cup of hot chocolate after a long day. He had still been there, in the summer breeze, and in the whispers of secrets and shared, secret jokes. He had still been there, in a friend’s smile after a long day, and there, too, in a warm, comforting hug. He had been your best friend, and your most trust-worthy confidante and, even though he never knew, your first (majorly unrequited, or at least, to your knowledge) love.

And then, there he was, too, one year ago, sitting in the only un-crowded table in the library with his headphones on and his walk-man buried between a stack of papers. He was there, in a comfy-looking hoodie, hair tousled from all the times he’d ran his fingers through it, and you had not recognized him at first.

Okay, yeah, to be completely honest, you hadn’t been paying much attention. It was almost one in the morning before your last final exam, and you had quickly asked him if the seat in front of him was free. He’d given you a polite nod, eyes not quite leaving his paper for anything more than a quick glance up and down your frame. It hadn’t been until almost an hour later, mid-Aerosmith’s Special Hits mixtape when Taeyong had waltzed in, placed a bag of chips in front of you and wished you good luck on your studying that Sicheng had actually looked at you.

“Wait, is it really you?”

“Oh my God, Dong Sicheng?”

He’d looked at you, and you had looked at him, and suddenly you were back in his backyard after school, trying to decide who had collected the coolest rock on the way home. He’d asked about you and you had joked with him, and the two of you had laughed, wholeheartedly, until you were eventually kicked out of the library and forced to study in the back of your dorm’s crowded cafeteria.

And now you’re here, hanging out after actually keeping in touch, still not exactly sure about how you have been able to live life without him.

“God, I don’t even know how to start,” Sicheng whines, throwing his head back, his shoulders relaxing upon the top of the seat. “Help me brainstorm, please. Here, you get a fry for every idea.”

“Didn’t you say it’s an abstract piece, Win?” You ask, drinking a sip from your coffee. It’s overly sweet, but you’ve been having the same drink ever since Sicheng had gotten the idea you’re a caramel latte aficionado, and you’re not really sure you have it in you to tell him he’s been buying you the wrong thing this entire time. “I don’t know how this entire art thing works, but doesn’t it come from your heart, or something like that?”

“That’s the thing,” he says. “All my heart is telling me these days is ‘Sicheng, you’re not rich enough to live on your own yet. Do not murder Hendery in his sleep, remember he pays half of the rent.’”

“Ah, all you need to do is leave Ivy boyfriend-less! Problem solved! You’ll get an A on your project once you get your focus back and you’ll be left with a full month of rent, but I think we really have to keep our priorities in check.”

“Do you promise to be my get-away driver?” He asks, grabbing a fry from the plate in front of you. “I’ll even let you play that weird mixtape you were listening to the other day.”

Resting a finger on your chin, you pretend to consider. You let out a hum, but you break into a soft laugh when Sicheng rolls his eyes at you. Leaning over the table, you steal one of his fries, taking a bite before he can say anything.

“I’d always be your get-away driver, Win,” you say, winking in his direction before finishing the fry. “No, but really. Why don’t you just give it a try? Pick some colors, see where they take you.”

He smiles, nudging the plate of fries closer to the center of the table. “Ah, I don’t know. The other option sounds quite nice right now.”

“He ate your leftovers, didn’t he?”

“It was Ivy’s Mexican food,” he explains, voice raising softly at the end of the sentence. “But I guess he’s the only reason Ivy gives us Mexican food anyways, so I’ll think about forgiving him while I work on my project. I don’t know, I might change my mind.”

“Such a proactive man,” you tease. “You know, that rhyme you did moments ago… you could become a poet, it touched my heart and warmed my soul and all. Dong Sicheng’s Selected Poetry: how I discovered my true passion during my roommate-less senior year of school.”

“Yes, what could I ever do without your support,” he smiles. “I was about to say I’ll send you a copy of the first print, but I think I’ll let you help me with the full rent I’ll have to pay by making you purchase your own.”

You laugh at his words before stealing another one of his fries, and when he nudges the plate a little closer to your side of the table, you think about just how lucky you were to have run into Sicheng once again.

The entire apartment smells like paint.

It’s a Sunday, a quarter past two, and the rain that had fallen since morning has finally stopped. There’s a quiet tune flowing in the living room, music emanating from Kunhang’s record player (or, well, his girlfriend’s record player) and sounding like a 70’s love song. It’s soft, and melodic, and before he can even think about it, Sicheng is moving his body along to the calm beat of the music as he stares at the canvas in front of him.

Two days after your meeting, he still hasn’t figured his piece out. He’s been playing around with colors, mixing in different amounts of pigment in the search of a divine strike of inspiration, but even after fanning out different shades of yellow, he’s back on square one.

Truth be told, he can’t just quite focus. He doesn’t know if it’s because of the fact that he told you about it, and now can’t think of it without thinking of you, or if he has actually, seriously, lost every bit of artistic sense he once possessed. God, yeah, it must be the latter one.

“Still no luck?” His roommate, Kunhang, asks as he comes home from a quick walk to the store. He heard the dangling of the keys before he even heard the door opening, but still, the younger boy’s voice makes him jump in his seat. “You’re lucky that’s due in two weeks, or else you’d be fucked, my dude.”

“Your faith in me is comforting,” he replies. “Maybe it’s the full hour of Joni Mitchell I’ve been listening to, though. I know Ivy swears by this album, but man, I haven’t had my 70’s genius enlightenment yet.”

“Nah, it’s definitely you,” Kunhang smiles, reaching inside the pocket of his hoodie and handing Sicheng a pack of peanut M&M’s. “Joni is sort of Ivy’s muse, you know, but this album is actually a revelation. Trust her, hear her calling and she’ll help. She helped me pass my Econ final last semester.”

“That was you actually going to class,” Sicheng laughs, placing the paint palette down on the table and opening the packet of sweets. “I actually don’t know what to do, though. I’ve been sitting here all morning and my brain is as dry as my canvas — god, no, whatever joke you were about to make, keep it to yourself.”

His roommate lets out a loud laugh, walking towards the kitchen with a can of Coca-Cola in his hand. Sicheng hears a soft “pop” over the music, and turns his focus towards his canvas again.

“Didn’t you say your friend was gonna help you?” Kunhang asks, voice loud. He stops for a few seconds, and when he speaks again, Sicheng can just hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh… or is that why you can’t focus?”

He knows he’s out of sight, but when Kunhang’s words bring a blush to his cheeks, he still bites on his lip and turns towards the big window on his right, as if trying to hide.

“Weren’t you gonna go have lunch with Ivy today?” Sicheng asks, trying to distract his friend, but he knows it’s not going to work before he even says anything.

“No, not today,” his roommate responds, returning to the living room with a cup in hand. A rainbow straw rises from the center, and through the clear plastic of the cup, Sicheng can see the contents of the can Kunhang had just bought. Coke with a straw? “That’s not gonna… You’re not gonna distract me, Romeo. Tell me, is their face the only thing you see when you think about art?”

“God, shut up, stop talking, never speak to me again.”

Kunhang sits on top of his red beanbag, coming face-to-face with his friend. The hood of his sweatshirt is still over his head, with his long, black hair falling out and fawning across his forehead. And, god, he’s grinning.

“I just wanna help you, Win!”

Picking up the palette, Sicheng wets his brush on the cup of cleaning solution he had poured out (in hopes of actually painting), and squeezes in a drop of white paint next to the mustard yellow he had managed to mix. He sets his eyes on the paint, trying to visualize the way the light bounces back on the paper of the books you read, golden and warm, and he doesn’t even fight the way his thoughts just seem to go back to you once more.

“No, but really,” Kunhang says, sipping loudly from his rainbow straw. He alternates between sipping and blowing bubbles, and Sicheng isn’t sure about just why the younger had felt the need to drink Coke with a straw. “You should think about it. Consider following my advice, my young padawan.”

Sicheng hums. He doesn’t really pay much attention to his roommate’s words, much too occupied with bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music. He keeps his eyes trained on his palette, carefully watching the colors mixing in as he stirs his brush in the paint. He raises it a bit, enough for the sunlight to hit the color completely, before he resumes the action.

“You’re not listening to me,” Kunhang whines. He shakes his drink, the loud sound of the ice cubes crashing against the plastic distracting Sicheng from the task at hand. “It all gets better once you confess, you know. You can finally be happy!”

“Okay, you’re saying that like you have any experience in it,” Sicheng laughs. “Didn’t Ivy confess to you? You know, asked you out on a date and kissed you afterwards because you were taking oh so very long in actually admitting your feelings?”

“Yeah, they did, and their life has been significantly happier since,” Kunhang smiles, sipping the last of the Coke before setting the cup down on the coffee table. Hard. “It doesn’t make my words any less true, you know. We’ve all seen you pining, bro. Just rip the band-aid off, channel your inner Shakespeare and enjoy eternal smooches or whatever the hell you’re into.”

Sicheng sighs just as the song changes, and he listens to the opening riff in the Pixies song before finally turning to look at his friend. His canvas still lays untouched, a million thoughts running wildly inside his brain. A million thoughts; wild, reckless, and all of them materializing in the shape of you.

“We’re just friends,” he says. It’s a lie, and he knows. Kunhang does, too, and he lets out a soft laugh in response. “Hey, it’s true! We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“And then you lost track of each other for, what, ten years?” Kunhang asks. “Look, my bro, heed my advice: sleep on it. Think about it while you paint, consider it as you walk to uni, do whatever you need to do to finally come to terms with the fact that you’re painfully in love with your best friend before it’s too late for you to do so.”

Before he can reply, a loud guitar riff interrupts his thoughts. He closes his eyes, lets out a quiet groan, and throws his head back before knocking on the wall once, twice, and three times, until his neighbor (and nemesis) finally ends up lowering the volume of Queen’s Stone Cold Crazy’s guitar solo.

“God, you must be kidding me! I’m seriously gonna — It’s Sunday, come on!”

“Don’t say anything Win, unless you want your Keroppi mug to go, too. I just saw you left it outside with your brushes,” Kunhang lets out a laugh. “You kind of deserve it, though, I saw the T-tool in the kitchen and I know you don’t skate.”

“Wait, they still haven’t returned Pocchaco? I cleared my cans when I saw the note!”

“So, how’s the painting going?” You ask.

“Oh, don’t remind me,” Sicheng replies. “I’ve even been trying to manifest some focus by following Kunhang’s partner’s advice and listening to sad 70’s songs while I stare into nothingness. Yeah, I’ve gone insane. Got some pretty nice yellow hues, though.”

It’s Monday, the sky is cloudy, and you and Sicheng have just run into each other after class. It’s not too rare to see him around campus, though usually, both of you are too busy with trying to get to class or enrolled in conversations, so the interactions barely go beyond a quick wave or a hurried ‘hello’. It’s funny, though, because never would you have guessed you two have almost the exact same schedule, and thus, the same free spaces in your day. Now that you do, though, you’re sure to make the most out of it.

“Sad 70’s songs?” You smile. “Well, why don’t you listen to something a bit happier? You don’t have to change the decade if you really like the 70’s, just make it a bit more cheerful. Do you have anything in mind for the yellows?”

“Not really, but I think I’m just gonna roll with it,” Sicheng replies. He looks around and guards his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, shivering a little from the cold. “I might get something nice.”

“Oh, that’s for sure,” you say, nudging at his side. “If there’s anyone that can make art out of a sea of yellow hues, that’s you, Win.”

If he were to be completely honest, Sicheng has always known he’s in love with you.

Even when you were kids, and even during the years you spent apart, you had always been in the back of his mind like the melody behind a love song or the inspiration behind a poem. And even during the moments when he wasn’t feeling so poetic, during the moments that he wished he could just, for once and for all, gather enough courage to finally admit what he was feeling, he kept thinking of you as he looked for signs.

A sign in your voice, or in your eyes, or in your smile. A sign in a memory, or in an action, or in whatever little thing he could think about that could maybe make him think that you could, maybe, feel the same.

“Ah, now you’re just being nice,” he says, looking to the side. He can feel the tips of his ears go hot, and he’s completely sure, his face is an entire hue of red and a half. “What about you, though? Did you manage to get the takes you told me about the other day?”

You throw your head back with a sigh. “Taeyong didn’t have enough time to help me this week, and now I’m model-less and a month away from the deadline.”

He chews the inside of his cheek, feeling the wind crash against his skin as he tries to make up his mind. He quickly finds, though, that there’s not really that much left to think about. All of his commitments, all of his nerves — it all quickly transforms to you. You make it all worth it.

“I’ll help you,” he says, quickly. “It’s a short film, right? I’m pretty sure I could just squeeze it in.”

You quickly turn to look at him, mouth opening wide. Sicheng shrugs, a soft smile on his lips, trying to look as smug as possible under your surprised stare. He’s not sure if you buy his confident act, but you don’t really say anything about it, so he keeps it up. What was that Kunhang had always said? Oh, yeah, fake it ‘til you make it.

“Win, no, you’re pretty busy yourself,” you shake your head. “Besides, Taeyong owes me from that time I helped him with his final essay, and I wouldn’t want to take your time from you.”

“It’s no problem, really, it’s way better than the times Kunhang asks me to hold stuff for him while he hot-glues them to his models. I’m pretty sure that’s where most of my time goes these days. Besides, you told me you have the script already, right?”

You let out a laugh, soft. “Yeah, I’ll photo-copy it for you. God, Win, I don’t think I can thank you enough for this. You’re really about to save my life.”

He turns to face you, smiling at you from the side. He doesn’t need it, really, because seeing you as happy as you are right now, by his side, is more than enough. As your friend, as your boyfriend, as the model for your film, he doesn’t care — he just cares about being there with you.

“Are you going home? I can walk you in case it starts raining,” Sicheng offers, hands still balled up inside the pocket of his hoodie. As if on cue, loud thunder cracks from up above, and you can begin to smell the upcoming rain as you walk. “Or if you have some free time, we can go for a coffee? I could really use something warm right now.”

Your smile fades a little. “Oh,” you begin. “I promised to cover Taeyong’s shift at the record shop today. Roommate privileges and obligations, or whatever. Rain check?”

“Tomorrow?” He asks, and when you nod, he’s sure he can feel his spirits raise a bit. “I mean, we usually hang out on Tuesdays anyways.”

“It’s a date,” you say. You smile wide again, biting your lip as you hope he catches the tone in your voice. “We could go out for dinner if you want to, you know, change it up a bit.”

Sicheng blushes, a bit too hard for you not to notice, and he lets out a quiet giggle. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to anchor his nerves in a physical action, and you have to restrain yourself to not mention just how handsome he looks when doing that.

“Yeah,” he nods. He smiles, feeling his feet rising from the ground in his mind, because he thinks about your words and he feels like he’s flying, and he looks at your mind and he realizes that he never wants to come down. “Yeah, it’s a date.”

Taeyong’s coffee maker is loud.

You can faintly hear the bubbling of the water as the coffee brews, even over the music, and just as you’re about to comment on it, the scent starts reaching your nose. It makes your mouth water, and you turn towards the kitchen to see the little red dot still lit on top of the machine. You let out a quiet groan. Taeyong’s coffee maker is loud and slow.

It’s Tuesday, the clock marks a quarter to six, and your date with Sicheng feels closer and closer with every passing second. You had tried to not think about it during the first half of your day, but the reminder had you daydreaming as soon as you had stepped out of the shower in the morning.

“God, you’re just as dramatic as Johnny,” Lily, your best friend, comments. She’s sitting next to you on the living room couch, her flowy pink sundress pooling against her legs. “Five more minutes without coffee isn’t really going to kill you guys.”

“Says you,” Johnny comments, smiling at his girlfriend. “I’ll be sure to remind you of this the next time your quesadilla takes too long to grill, baby.”

“Okay, you do that on purpose though!” She exclaims, pointing in his direction. “I hear you laughing from the kitchen every time!”

Johnny gasps loudly, slapping a hand to his chest. “Me? Your loving boyfriend, doing that to you? To your quesadillas?”

His laughter betrays him, though, and he throws his head back mid-giggle as the coffee maker lets out a loud beep. Finally! Johnny smiles as he rises from one of the single couches by your side, quickly taking your place next to Lily as you walk towards the kitchen.

Grabbing two mugs from a shelf, you bop your head softly to the music coming out of the record player. The album, Prince’s Purple Rain, had been a Christmas gift from Jaehyun and his girlfriend, the third pair in your friend group, and something you had started listening to as a way to try and calm your nerves. It had been a sort of tradition when you still lived in your dorm and you visited Taeyong, Jaehyun and Johnny’s apartment (before the later two moved in with their girlfriends), and now that you share a place with your best friend (and the only single one out of the three), you keep that tradition going.

You hadn’t admitted it to your friends when they had asked (although you’re pretty sure they’re able to tell), but the idea of actually, finally, going on a date with Sicheng still has your heart beating wildly against your chest. What if things went wrong? Or worse, what if he suddenly realized you two are better off as friends? You’re not even completely sure he thinks of it the way you do. When he said yes, had he thought it was a friendly date? What if he had never intended to say yes, romantically, at all?

God, are you overthinking it? Yeah, you probably are.

“No, that’s just too many shots in a single coffee,” you hear Lily laugh, the sound breaking you out of your daze. “That's why you can't go to bed early! Isn't it too many shots?”

“Huh?” You turn, facing your friend. Johnny has his arm draped over her shoulders, but she’s still looking at you over the edge of the couch. “Are you asking me?”

“Ah, you’re right, I forgot you probably drink just as much coffee as him,” she smiles, bringing a hand to her head to smooth out a strand of her pink hair. “Where is the other tea lover when I need him?”

“He had a double shift,” you answer, filling both cups with steaming coffee. “He said he’d meet you guys for dinner here, though.”

You leave Johnny’s black, but you sprinkle in a packet of brown sugar in yours, shaking the cup a bit as you walk back to the couch. You quickly regret your action when some of the liquid inside the cup spills from the side, hot against the inside of your hand.

“Oh, you’re not staying?” Johnny asks, confused, as you hand him his cup. “I can’t believe it! Come on, I even brought the Beatles Monopoly for after dinner like you asked! You're telling me I carried this giant box around for nothing?”

You can’t help but laugh at his dramatism. Lily, next to her boyfriend, nudges his shoulder with hers.

“I, uh,” you begin, walking towards the chair Johnny had been using. “I thought Lily had told you. And that box isn't even that big, Johnny.”

“I did,” Lily responds, smiling. “I told him the moment we got off the phone. I’m so excited for you!”

“I swear I never heard it,” Johnny giggles, bringing the cup to his lips and putting it back again when he realizes the temperature of the beverage. “But you can tell me now! And don’t you dare skip any details!”

You’re sure you can feel your cheeks heating up, a smile threatening to break on your lips as you attempt to hide it behind your cup.

“It’s Sicheng,” you begin. “We — well, I sort of asked him out yesterday, when we were getting out of class. I… I didn’t know how, but I asked if he wanted to go for dinner today, and that’s why I’m skipping on your amazing Beatles Monopoly.”

“Oh god, I never knew you were crushing on Sicheng!” Johnny exclaims, accidentally spilling a few drops of coffee on Taeyong’s mustard yellow rug, but not paying it any mind as he grins at you. “I see it, though. He’s cute, and totally your type.”

“I don’t have a type,” you say, huffing. Lily giggles, raising her eyebrows at you, and Johnny simply points in your direction. “I don’t! I’ll tell Taeyong you both bullied me and we’ll see if he gives you his Chow Mein recipe.”

“He made Chow Mein?” Johnny asks, completely distracted from the previous topic as he begins to think about dinner. “God, his cooking is so good! You know, when we lived together, he used to collect all these scrapings from food magazines and sometimes when he couldn’t sleep he would randomly pick one from a hat and — ”

“As much as I’d like to hear that anecdote, we have more important matters to attend to right now, baby,” Lily says, smiling, cutting Johnny off before he can continue explaining Taeyong’s random recipe story. She looks over at you, her smile growing when your eyes meet hers. She gets up from her seat, smoothing out her dress as she makes her way over to you. “Let’s get you ready, or you, my friend, are gonna be late… and you have a guy to sweep off his feet.”

You’re still nervous.

All ready and repeating Lily’s pep talk, you still can’t help the way your hands shake by your sides as you walk down the hall. You’re not entirely sure what it is; the fact that you don’t know Sicheng as a lover or the fact that you know him too well as a friend, but still, the nerves behind the possibility of the night going wrong are, in a way, blocking you completely from thinking it could go right. God, you like him too much to screw this up.

Lily and Johnny, and eventually Taeyong (when he had finally gotten home), had tried to make you see just how good it could be. Yes, nerves were normal, and especially in a situation like this, but they had seen Sicheng around you, and they were sure he was just as infatuated by you as you were by him. Easier said than believed, though. Still, it was nice to know they were there to cheer you on, no matter just how their words seem to have fled over your head as soon as they had changed the topic (Taeyong had, apparently, told Johnny about Doyoung, the economics student he’s been sitting next to in the library and doesn’t, really doesn’t, have a crush on).

Just a typical Tuesday night — except for your date with Sicheng, of course. Oh, you just had to remember the date.

“Jesus, calm down,” you mumble to yourself, trying to smooth out the front of your sweater as you reach the elevator. You press the button as you try to remember Lily’s words to give yourself a pep talk. “It’s Sicheng, come on. You’ve seen him with green paint all over his face, it’s gonna be alright.”

And, I mean, what could actually go wrong?

“Hold the door!” Someone calls from outside in the hall, and you quickly set your foot in-between the elevator doors to stop them from closing, keeping your eyes on the faux marble lined floor. You hear a set of quick footsteps and loud breathing as the person who had called finally gets inside the elevator, and you can quickly tell that they’re panting. “Thanks, God, I really couldn’t have just waited for another one right now.”

The guy next to you rants about how long it takes the elevator to come up and down again, even telling you about how his roommate had used up all the hot water even when he knew he had to get ready for his date. The voice sounds familiar, but you don’t really give it much thought. Or at least, you try to, but it only serves to remind you of the very thing that has you twirling the ends of your sweater around your finger about. He sounds so much like —

“Sicheng?” You ask when you finally look up.

Next to you, Sicheng stands up straight, having placed his hands on his knees in an effort to regain his breath, and he freezes up on the spot. You’re not really sure what it is about him that makes your breath get caught in your throat. Is it the sight of him in a black turtleneck? Is it the confused look on his face? Is it the fact that he’s here, in the same elevator as you, of all places he could ever be at? What is he even doing here?

“Oh, hey,” he breathes out. From the look on his face, you can tell he also doesn’t quite understand what’s going on. He rests his back against the wall behind him in an effort to look a bit less nervous. Mission? Failed. “I… what are you doing here?”

“I live here,” you say. There’s a quick silence shared between you two as you listen to the jazz-y elevator music neither of you had ever liked. “Are you visiting someone?”

“No, I live here too,” Sicheng answers. “You… I have never seen you ar—”

He stops mid-word, a look of understanding dawning upon his face as you let out a loud gasp. You turn to look at each other completely, raising your hands so you’re pointing towards each other’s frames as realization strikes the both of you like lightning.

“Wait!”

“God, okay, so you’re really telling me that all this time it’s been you who I’ve been shading on the bulletin board?” You laugh, throwing your head back as you do. “I stole your Pocchaco mug?”

The night is chilly, and the sky is clear, and you can practically feel the stars glowing all around you (okay, maybe it’s the city lights, but the hopeless romantic in you doesn’t really care). The crisp smell of chilly wind brought by the beginning of the fall brings a smile to Sicheng’s lips, which is only widened by the warmth that envelops his hand when it grazes against yours.

“Yeah, and I think I stole your T-tool,” he answers, laughing with you. “It’s been sitting in my kitchen counter for like, what, three weeks?”

“Yeah, Taeyong hasn’t really let me forget about it,” you say. “I’ve stopped asking him for his because every time I do, he starts telling me how I should go out to the hall and finally confront you face to face.”

He nods, grazing his hand against yours once more. You’re sure he’s doing it on purpose, swinging it a bit too far away from his body for it to be coincidental, but you’re not about to stop him.

“Kunhang always says the same thing when you don’t let me sleep with how loud you play your music,” he rolls his eyes, still smiling. A giggle hangs on the edge of his words, and you’ve known him long enough to know he’s only teasing. “Do you think they know? I mean, Kunhang knows I like you, but I’m not sure if he also knows I low-key hate you.”

“Oh, I’m sure they do,” you laugh. “Lily and Johnny probably know, too! Actually, now that I think about it, I ran into Kun once in the hall and I never saw him again… I really should have guessed. He helped me with my groceries and all.”

“God, I see Johnny and Lily around all the time and I know they don’t live there, but I never would have thought they were visiting you,” he adds, laughing and shaking his head. “We’re both idiots! Like, actually. I even know what your handwriting looks like!”

You break out in a fit of laughter, stopping dead in your tracks, and Sicheng joins you shortly after, almost even falling over you as he closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the moment. You laugh right next to each other, loud and completely free, and there’s nothing more comforting than knowing he’s the person behind it. It’s a weird feeling for the two of you, but then again, not really. Sicheng and you have always felt like home to each other.

And then, even when the laughter dies down, there’s still an aura of pure, unfiltered happiness hanging all around you that brings a blush to the boy’s cheeks. He’s never felt happier, or more in love, and he knows it’s all due to you. He knows it’s always been.

You’re both a little out of breath when you stop laughing, turning and finding each other’s eyes under the bright city lights.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he says when he’s finally facing you. His voice is soft, as if he’s telling you a secret, but it’s loud enough for you to hear, as if he doesn’t mind the entire world knowing it. “I like you a lot.”

You don’t really notice the moment you both move towards each other, standing so close you can feel each other’s warmth against your chest. There’s the look on his eyes as they meet yours, and you don’t know if you will ever be able to think about anything else. Anything that isn’t him, and him and you, and the way he makes you feel.

“I like you a lot too, Win,” you answer, smiling when he slips his hands around your waist. “A bit too much, I think, considering I almost fell on my ass the other day because of your cans and I still really want to kiss you right now.”

Time seems to freeze for the two of you. For a moment, the world stops spinning and the entire moment is turned into a still-frame. You’re sure, that even if it’s just for a second, there’s nothing beyond the space that your bodies occupy, because the only thing that’s real is the feeling of your hand on his.

“So, what do you say, 10A?” Sicheng asks. “Truce?”

His breath falls hot over your lips, and you close your eyes the moment you feel his forehead touching yours. He smells strongly like mint and faintly like paint, and it’s everything you would have ever imagined. It’s everything you would have ever wanted. It’s everything.

You smile when you feel the ghost of a kiss against your lips.

“Truce,” you say.

It’s 1997, and you and Sicheng have been friends. It’s 1997, and you and Sicheng have been (sort of) enemies. It’s 1997, and you now stand somewhere in the middle, and it’s love, the most magical kind of it.

It’s 1997, and it’s him, and it’s you, and it’s you and him together, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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kpop-stories-21 · 3 years

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The Seven Guardians | Part 1: Death

Paring: Taeil x OC

Words: 906

Trigger Warnings: major character death, mentions of dead bodies, slightly graphic death

A/N: Don't worry too much about the MCD, if you've read the summary then you know how that will turn out.

Summary

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“Come back here you young scamp!” Doyoung Kim cried out as he chased after the youngest of his friends. But Donghyuck Lee had no intention of being caught, and so he kept running through the forest, getting further and further away from their camp. Finally, however, it got dark enough that he had to stop and allow the older boy to catch up so they could return without getting lost.

“There you are!” The warrior exclaimed, glaring at Donghyuck as he drew closer. Donghyuck grinned, sticking his tongue out rather impishly. This made Doyoung roll his eyes before lightly smacking the back of the younger’s head. “Come on, we’re leaving.” He said as he turned and started back toward the camp, expecting Donghyuck to follow, which he did.

“What’s the rush?” Donghyuck queried as he fell in step beside Doyoung. Usually they would have spent the night before rejoining with the other soldiers in their unit, but it seemed tonight would be different.

“The wind carried Sehun in with a message while I was chasing you. He told me first since I was away from the camp, but by now the others should know as well.”

“Know what?”

“There’s been an ambush. The enemy is attacking, and our help is needed.”

Donghyuck sobered instantly, the playful smile falling from his face as the warrior took over and his expression hardened. “Will we be able to reach them in time?”

Doyoung frowned. “I don’t know, Hyuck. We can only hope.”

Donghyuck sighed. “I wish we had Captain Junmyeon with us. He could have the water get us there faster.”

“Did you forget about me, Hyuckie?” Jaehyun’s voice appeared behind them and Donghyuck jumped, startled.

“Gods, Jaehyun, you scared the shit out of me!” Haechan complained. He’d been so focused on his conversion with Doyoung he hadn’t even noticed they were back at the camp.

“Language, Donghyuck!” Taeil called from somewhere. Jaehyun chuckled as Donghyuck glared in the general direction Taeil’s voice had come from.

Taeil popped into view, startling poor Sicheng so badly he almost fell over. “Is everyone ready?” He asked. “We need to leave as soon as we possibly can.”

Donghyuck waved a hand and his belongings quickly packed themselves. "I'm ready!" He declared, grinning cheekily.

"Show off." Mark muttered under his breath as he tied his bulging pack closed.

Taeyong and Yuta emerged from the forest with their bows, the mouth-watering aroma of fresh game wafting from the extra pack Yuta carried. "We are also ready." Taeyong stated.

Taeil nodded and smiled. "Then let's move out!" The others saluted and they began their trek down to the riverbank where their boat waited.

They started out at a fairly decent pace, Jaehyun's abilities moving them swiftly upstream despite going against the current. After a short ride, the sounds of battle begin to reach their ears. The young soldiers grip their weapons tightly, ready to spring into the fray as soon as the boat runs aground.

But that moment never comes. All at once the sky darkens and a peal of thunder explodes in the air. Rain begins pelting down, accompanied by large chunks of hail.

From near the back of the boat, Doyoung lets out a gasp as his eyes glaze over and turn a milky white. "Thor has spoken." He intones, his voice low and echoing as if coming from a great distance. "He has chosen sides in this battle, and he is against you." There was a moment of silence, then the white faded from the male's eyes and he slumped against Taeyong, unconscious.

Episodes such as this were not new to anyone. The six friends were well aware that Doyoung sometimes channelled Hár, a god of prophecy and one of the Mysterious Three.

But that was not what had them glancing at each other in scared silence. No, the frightening part was the prophecy itself. If Odin's own son was against them, then how could they even hope to win? All they could really do was to fight bravely until they were killed. At least then their souls would be sent to Valhalla to join others who had died a warrior's death.

From behind him, Taeil heard a small whimper. He turned and found Donghyuck desperately trying to hold back tears. Taeil passed Sicheng his oar and sat down, wrapping his arms around the youngest of their group and giving him a comforting hug.

They were very close now. In just a few short minutes they would be able to disembark from their boat and join the hopeless battle.

"Look out!!"

Jaehyun's scream had them all glancing wildly at their surroundings.

A huge boulder, the largest Taeil had ever seen, bounced off the cliff above them and came hurtling downwards. The wind screamed around it as it picked up momentum and it hit their boat with a loud crunch! Water sprayed high into the sky as the boulder sank to the bottom, the boat still pinned beneath it.

On the river's surface, seven broken and lifeless bodies drifted downstream towards the waterfall. Not one of them had survived.

On top of the cliff from which the boulder fell, a tall figure with a huge hammer strapped to his back stood watching the river carry its burdens. Thor smiled and walked away, returning to his father Odin to report that the outcome of the battle had played out as planned.

#fanfic #nct 127 #taeil x oc #maturefanfic #au #fire truck #norse gods #soulmates #soulmate marks #mystery

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Rock, Paper, Scissors? | D. SC

Pairings- Dong Sicheng x reader

Genre- Crack, fluff.

Warning(s)- it's a fluff blurb, i don't think there should be any warnings unless win² being shirtless for 0.2 seconds is considered nsfw 😹😹

Word count- 1.33k

Synopsis- The pair of you always made crucial decisions with a very important, accurate technique. Here, you had to decide who'd step out to bring essentials from the convenient store.

Type- Requested! (i'm sorry this is sucky and makes no sense. I'm writing this while my exams are going so, if anything, I'll try rewriting it after my exams! Let me know!)

@kpopscape

If anyone would ask you at the very moment why you were frowning hysterically, then you'd answer with two things.

'Oh it's just, my soon to be spouse is sprawled out shirtless in the living room with a tub of almost empty, still solid ice cream on his chest' then the person asking would answer with, 'oh? you've never seen him shirtless before?' then once again, you'd answer with,

'Oh no, I have. It's the fact that it's 9 degrees minus outside on a December night and everyone's dressed in comfortable onesies but then here's Sicheng, in nothing but his sweats'

"Win.. Are you, okay..?" you approach him cautiously, having changed into your nightwear while searching for the aircon remote , shuddering at the low temperature. "No I'm not, it's steaming here-hey! Give me that remote" His face contorts into that of when someone dips their sock clad feet in water.

"No? Also, wear a shirt! You'll catch a cold you twerp!" You push the approaching hand away, climbing onto the couch (well, on top of his feet because his titan self was occupying the entire place leaving little to no space for you to squeeze in) "Y/n, I love you and all but get off my feet! I'm sweating and it's sticky"

Your eyes widen at the slight warmth emitting from Sicheng's body, leaning forward immediately, placing the back of your palm flat on his forehead, "Do you have fever? How are you this warm?" you inquire, voice laced with concern. Sicheng let out a guttural groan, hitting your arms softly to make you move it, "I don't, doll. It's just really hot"

"Winwin, it's winter?? How's it hot for you?" You pull the hood of your nightwear up to cover your ears, rocking back and forth in an attempt to bring some warmth to your frigid body.

"You see, the practice went on for hours which had warmed up my body, to add on top of that, that stupid closed rooms aircon is broken. And then when I thought I would go to the boys' dorm, their aircon has been gone for repair for like, i don't know, ever since i can remember and my dumbass wore three layers of thick clothing. So, it's hot." Winwin concludes, reaching in to scoop some more of the cold food only to be met with the base of the tub he had on his bare chest.

"Urgh oh god I'm out of ice cream, great" he groans as you look at him with a sketchy expression, lowkey judging him and not trying to hide the fact. "Is that the pack of 4 that i bought two days ago?" you ask, letting your leg fall down from the couch and onto the floor as you slowly lift yourself up to stand again.

"Maybe? But Y/n I'm out of ice cream. Go get me some more, please?" he tried telling it in the most convincing tone he could muster, only to still get your bemused look. "No? Why would i do that??"

"I don't think you heard me right the first time, I am out of ice cream."

"I still don't see why i should go outside, alone, in this freezing cold weather, just to get you ice cream" you stand, folding your hands in front of your chest. "Because i could die of a heat stroke if you don't provide me with something cold"

"You could always go sit inside the freezer" you shrug, loving his constant expression change from the conversation you're having. "Besides, the most you could die of right now would be frostbite so go put on a tank top at the least."

"Y/n, pleaseee, I'm really tired to go out and in desperate need to eat something cold" Sicheng exclaimed dramatically, getting up to tower beside you. "Eat ice?"

"Just did before i took of the ice cream"

"Please?" He pleaded, with the softest puppy eyes he could possibly make, almost making you give in if it weren't for the sudden shudder you'd felt from the cold gust of wind flowing through the void of your living room.

"I would, Sicheng, you know I would. It's just too cold." you state, feeling bad for constantly saying no to him when he's been pleading from the moment you entered the room.

"You could still go, you know? It'll be perfect for you to go because it could help cool down your body" you shrug off

Now, if anyone asked you why you're wearing a foul, sore expression then all you'd do was flip them off.

You hated yourself for ever even second considering whether to go get him ice cream or not, you see, you did need some snacks to stack up and veggies and all that but you wouldn't have gone out this late to do so, especially not at a 24/7 seven-eleven store.

But you had to comply as Sicheng had the upper hand. All thanks to the stupid rigged game of rock, paper, scissor that you MOST definitely did not initiate. Well. You did. And now you're paying the price.

"There's no use fuming like that, you know?" Winwin pushes you to the side of the aisle to let a fellow shopper pass by with his shopping cart, while he bows down slightly to apologize at the unintentional death glare you'd given to him.

Yes, the deal called for the loser to go get the essentials and of course, whatever the other craved. Winwin expected himself to be the loser knowing his luck, but shockingly for the first time, he'd won three games in a row which ended up with you as the declared loser.

But Sicheng definitely was not going to send you out amidst the dark twilight, well, he did consider it, but his 'good boyfriend' etiquettes called for never letting you go into any situation that screamed danger. And walking outside, late at night, unarmed definitely seems dangerous and he wasn't about to take risks.

"Fuck off" you scheme through the ramen packets while trying to keep the material of your padded jacket close to emit warmth, any sort of warmth to keep you the slightest of frost free.

"Love you too. Anyways, I'll go get the drinks, rose milk for you, hm? Come find me there once you're done" he announced, getting ready to remove his wallet and get out the list he'd prepared for other needed items that aren't snacks.

"Oh? Y/n? What are you doing here this late at night?" You heard someone speak behind you, the voice loud enough to stop Sicheng in his track and make him look behind to see who recognized you through the layers of clothing you'd adorned.

"Yuta! Hey, yeah, just came out to get groceries, and ice cream because someone i know is a psychopath" you claim in a salty tone, making both the males chuckle while Winwin made his way back to you, recognizing the latter as someone who was in the same major as him back in the days.

"Who is that?" Yuta, a close acquaintance of yours inquired. Having known him for a very short time, you could only describe him as the life of the party. One who goes along with any jokes cracked by anyone, literally.

"Oh it's-" you look around you, finding Winwin a few yards away from you, as you walk towards him slightly, pulling him using the material of his t-shirt. "-Dong Sicheng, my ex-boyfriend" you smile, speaking through your teeth, while Yuta let out a loud laugh enough to grab the ones' near you guys' attention. "Doesn't seem like a psychopath to me"

"Y/n, you need to stop introducing me to people like that" Winwin sighs, only to break out into a given up smile as he looks at your puffed cheeks and furrowed eyebrows. Extending his hands forward, he corrected your description of him,

"Hi, I'm Sicheng, Y/n's fiancé"

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luvdsc · 4 years

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🐶 anon here and I’m excited for you to work in august!!! Yay to adulting 😆 I totally agree sm is a shit company but holds some of the best idols so I often get very 😤at their treatment. I love shinee so much too and I can’t choose a bias but it was jonghyun 🥺 my ult is mark but jeno has the MOST special place in my heart, seulgi for rv I love her her sm, in exo it’s chanyeol/sehun, snsd was Jessica but also taeyeon (her voice)!! What are you’re biases? Also you’re literally the sweetest ❤️❤️

yessss, three cheers for finally filling up my bank account 🤩🤩 I don’t know how I’ll be able to get my company laptop and training with the virus going on and everyone still working from home, but hopefully, something will work out! I’m feeling incredibly lucky to have a job since the job market has dropped due to the virus. Ugh same, like I’m so torn with sm, like I love them for producing such good groups, but their treatment 😤😤 jonghyun is an absolute sweetheart, and I think his solo is my favorite out of all of them!!! 💕 oh man, this means I better start writing a mark fic soon then 👀👀 I would write for jeno, but I gotta take a break from him now lol and seulgi omg!!! Are you excited for the rv subunit? 💖 and you must’ve been so happy about exo sc :’) oh oof, I feel that with jessica.... ):

my ult bias is taeyeon!!!!! 💖💖💖 I love her the mostest and almost cried when I saw her and snsd live. I love everyone in shinee so much, but I think key steals the higher spot in my heart :’) my nct bias is sicheng!! 💓 for rv, I absolutely love joy, and I used to be a huge exo stan, specifically exo m, but my biases kept leaving /: I liked kris then he left, then luhan then he left, and then I kinda gave up after tao left too... After that, I made sure to choose a bias in m and k just in case, so it’s xiumin and baekhyun 💕 and my f(x) bias was sulli, and I never really chose one after she left because f(x) kinda stopped promoting.. do you like any other groups, lovebug? 💘 and thank you so much omg 🥺🥺 how is your day/night going, honey bee? 💓

#asks #anonymous #🐶 anon

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kyufiber-moved · 4 years

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sicheng: im sick of being disappointed yn: if you were sick of being disappointed you would stand up, and you would take control of your destiny. do you know you had a possibility to win? do you know that all of america is rooting for you? do you know that? and then you come in here and you treat this as a joke? you come in here and look at that and say 'i can't read that' you read ten times better thanhalf of those girls over there! (yang yang in the bg 'you did, you did') +

and you come here with this defeated actitude- sc: i dont have a bad attitude. maybe i AM angry inside. i've been through stuff, so im angry but i- yn: this is not- this is no- BE QUIET SICHENG BE QUIET (sc continues to talk in the bg) yn: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! STOP IT!!1!1!1!!1!! (sc goes silent) yn: I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS. WHEN MY MOTHER YELLS LIKE THIS IS BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME!!1!1!1!! I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU HOW DARE YOU!

BITCH I SCREAMED WTF

#asks #not bella swan #HOW MUCH EFFORT DID THIS TAKEKEKKEK #AN UNNECESSARY AMT THATS FOR SURE U EXtra ASS HOE LMFAO #smau*jbsr #favs

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starlightkun · 5 years

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get ready to rock n roll y’all

#time/date is in est #talk #pic #mine #s: sleepless cinderella #sc: sicheng #idk if i've ever edited a fic as much as i've edited this one #def done some heavy proofing on this #added a bunch of things #changed things around #fixed some plot holes #but i rlly rlly do like the finished product tbh #tag talk #ignore.mel

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sweetdejun · 5 years

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nct/wayv masterlist

drabbles

suh johnny- [9:01 a.m.]

kim doyoung- [11:51 p.m.]

jung jaehyun- [7:39 a.m.], [6:02 p.m.], [3:37 p.m.]

dong sicheng- [7:58 p.m.]

kim jungwoo- [2:05 p.m.]

lee mark- [11:09 p.m.], [6:48 a.m.]

wong yukhei- [1:04 p.m.]

xiao dejun- [10:05 p.m.]

wong hendery- [4:11 p.m.]

huang renjun- [10:39 p.m.]

lee jeno- [5:25 a.m.]

lee donghyuck- [10:10 p.m.]

jung sungchan- [8:50 p.m.]

wayv ot7- [2:40 p.m.]

scenarios

medical!au x nct: 127, dream+sc,sh, wayv

someday (a): lee taeyong

café au lait (f): wong hendery

bulleted posts

moving in with jaehyun

series

#sweetdejun's masterlist #nct masterlist #sweetdejun nct

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rksicheng-blog · 7 years

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@rkrose

( sms 📨 riNG AroUnd tHe ROsie )

✉️ hey ✉️ heeeeyyy ✉️ rosie posie ✉️ i think i’m durnk ✉️ oop frunk ✉️ drunk ✉️ i donst need help thosh i’m fine ✉️ i’m ayokayay i hvae a lot of dogs around me ✉️ so don’t u worry rosie poseay iyl bye

#sc!sms #rkrose #( i didnt kno what to do so drunk txts are always fun!!#( esp since sicheng is always a drunK MESS

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huniieebee · 6 years

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Warning: cussing

April Fools ch.3

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cover photo by: @peachvii (check out “when our stars align”)

It was a few hours in the car, I fell asleep on Lucas’ shoulder.

“Y/N wake up!” Someone said shaking my shoulders. I groaned slowly opening my eyes.

“Where are we” I tried to say (your ass just woke up you ain’t gonna sound pretty booboo)

“We’re at the beach!” Lucas said

“What the fuck?” I said and stepped out of the car

“Are you crazy?” I said looking at Kun “we have class tomorrow”

Kun shrugged “we don’t have it till the afternoon chill out, I promise we’ll get back in time for you to catch some sleep”

“Yeah Y/N just enjoy this moment” Sicheng said

“He’s right, you’ve been in your room studying and doing hw this whole week, just let loose a little” Jungwoo said putting his arms around my shoulders. I looked at Lucas hoping he had some answers but his ass just shrugged and ran towards the water saying “LAST ONE THERE HAS TO PAY FOR TAKE OUT NEXT WEEK”

“You little fu-“ I said before taking off.

We splashed around the water and tried to build sandcastles. We found a little place for a bonfire, apparently Kun has been planning this and had everything ready in Jungwoo’s car. What a sneaky little shit. We sat at the bonfire watching the sunrise and talking about old stories. I smiled at all my friends lovingly

“What’s with that smile” Lucas who was beside me said

“Nothin” I said leaning my head on his shoulders. A lot people think Lucas and I are dating but in reality we’re just really close, like brother and sister. We met in 5th grade when I was put in a group with him. He was the talkative type while I was a little more reserved. Lucas has seen me at my best and has seen me at my worse. Same goes for him. I was there when he got his first heart break or when he got his first car. People ask why don’t we just date...well...he’s Lucas and I can’t see him as anything more than just a brother. We also talked about this and said it would be gross for the both of us.

After about a few more hours we decided to go home. The next morning I woke up at 2pm feeling like crap. I had class in 2 hours so I decided to freshen up and grab something to eat.

*snapchat from Jaehyun*

My heart raced looking at the notification. I was currently at a local coffee shop picking up some coffee and a snack. I waiting a few minutes not wanting to open it right away (A/N: please tell me some of you do this and I’m not the only one).

Sc convo*

Jaehyun: hey

Me: Hi 👋

Jaehyun: look this sounds weird but can I have your number so I don’t have to keep messaging you on here...

“Holy fuck” I whispered to myself

Me: yeah sure it’s (what ever your number is) :D text me so I can save your number too!!

Jaehyun: for sure :)

Text convo*

Unknown number: Hey! It’s Jaehyun :)

Me: are you sure you aren’t a creep that just took Jaehyun’s phone 🤔

Jaehyun: Awe man you caught me...

Me: HAHA

Me: look I have to go I have class in about 40 mins, I’ll talk to you later maybe?

Jaehyun: yeah for sure :) Bye!!

Me: Bye

I snapped out of my little soft daydream when my name was called for my order.

After class Lucas waited for me outside my classroom.

“What’s with that creepy smile” he said

“Nothin” I said

“You’re scaring me but okay..”

We walked to our favorite place to get food and ordered.

“Should we just eat all the food here and tell Jungwoo someone jacked our food” Lucas said while we waited for our food to be ready

“Lucas that’s a horrible idea, he’ll still beat us for losing the food”

“Shit you’re right..hey isn’t that Jaehyun, Doyoung, and Johnny”

suddenly panic flooded me. I started to question if my hair was okay or if my outfit was nice enough

“Lucas” I whispered cutting him off before he could walk over to them

“Huh? What?”

“Do I look okay?” I said

“Uhh yeah..you look fine...”

“Lucas I’m being serious” I whispered yelled hitting his shoulder

“Jesus, yes you look fine, you also hit hard. Why would you care anyways” he said mumbling the last part rubbing his shoulder

“Wait..GASP Y/N..do you possibly want to impress little Jaehyun over there” He said wiggling his eyebrows

I started hitting his shoulder again “Lucas shut your big mouth up before I take my foot and shove it down-“

“HEY Y/N LUCAS!” a voice yelled out names out

“Hey look they’re calling us over, let’s go and see your boyfriend”Lucas grabbed your hand and practically dragging you to their table.

“Hey guys” Lucas said flashing his dorky smile. He nudged me to say hi

“Hi” I said hiding behind Lucas a little and waving my hand a little

“Why don’t you come sit with us” Johnny said motioning to the seats that were empty. One was next to Jaehyun and one was between Johnny and Doyoung.

“Sure” Lucas began to move to the seat between Johnny and Doyoung. I stood there for a second looking at Lucas for help but it was no use. He was already starting a conversation with Johnny. I panicked and looked at Jaehyun who smiled at me and patted the seat next to him. I smiled back and slowly made my way to the seat next to him

“Hey” he said when I sat down

“Hi” making eye contact with him

“How was class?” he asked trying to start up a conversation

“It was fine” I said and went back to playing with the sleeves of my sweater and he went back to playing with the straw in his cup

An awkward silence washed over us

“ORDER FOR LUCAS” the person at the register yelled out. I sighed in relief knowing this awkward tension will finally be over.

“Welp looks like we got to go” Lucas said standing up and doing that bro hand shake thing with Doyoung and Johnny.

I stood up and waved a little goodbye to all of them.

I went up to the counter to get the food and waited for Lucas to finish saying goodbye to all of them. As we walked out the restaurant Lucas looked at me weirdly

“Why are you looking at me like that”

“What’s up with you and Jaehyun. You guys were like a middle school couple who only know how to communicate through text” he snorts

“Nothing is wrong with us, we’re just awkward and we are not a couple” I said frowning

“Hmm, you guys aren’t...YET” he said and grabbed the food out of my hands and made a dash toward the direction of our apartment

“Lucas you’re a piece of shit!, damnit forget it” I said and went after him

As soon as Lucas walked into the door he yelled

“Jungwoo, we’re home and Y/N has a crush on Jaehyun!”

“For the last time, I do not!” I said walking in a little after him. Walking into the kitchen I was surprised (not really) to see Kun and Sicheng also there.

“Disappointed but not surprised” Sicheng said while sipping his water

“i hate all of you” I whispered

“Come on guys let’s stop teasing Y/N and eat some food” Kun said smiling at me

Were they they right though? I mean he isn’t that bad looking, my heart also does some weird things when I’m near him.

Come on Y/N get your shit together, it’s probably some stupid little crush..you barely met the guy for fuck sakes, you’ll get over it soon...right?

April Fools ch.3

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A/N: HIIII so yes my performance week is over and I will be a little more active in posting!!! Jaehyun pov will come once in a while ;).

HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER. sorry it’s a little short :(

#nct jung jaehyun #nct mark #nct 127 #nct u #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #jung jaehyun scenario #jaehyun scenario #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun #nct scenarios #nct au #nct 127 scenarios #niexzy stories #april fools

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gohyuck · 7 years

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NCT 127 reaction to you falling asleep on them

rest of the reactions under the cut - kept as gender neutral as possible

taeil

honestly he’d probably be running his fingers through your hair while you lay down on top of him while watching tv or something

it’d be a while before he even noticed you’re asleep

when he does it’s kind of startling because you’re so quiet?? wow amazing

“wow”

when he realizes he stops combing through your hair because what if it wakes you up or something

but then you stir and move your head a little higher up on his chest and he’s like oh

so he goes back to playing with your hair and braids it and stuff

have fun combing it all out when you wake up lmao

your legs and his are entangled and one of his hands is on your back and the other in your hair or behind his head

you’re basically flat on top of him

he doesn’t want to move too much

taeil is like... crazy afraid of waking you up because you must be s o tired and he doesn’t wanna ruin your much needed sleep

“ah they’re so pretty”

turns off the tv eventually because he’s watching you now and not even paying attention to it

wont make any noise honestly

eventually he’ll probably fall asleep to the sound of your breathing tbh

while you’re listening to the sound of his heartbeat

johnny

johnny, softly, but with feeling: “holy shit”

his frame is like x2 yours lmao he makes for a gr9 bed

also his clothes are always soft and highkey he smells like home so when you guys are just chilling and cuddling in downtime and it’s quiet ofc you’re gonna fall asleep

you’re pretty much halfway on top of him at first, with an arm and a leg thrown around him haphazardly

he’s worried you’ll slip off when you fall asleep though so he moves you so you’re entirely on top of him

one arm finds its place around his neck and the other hangs off the couch in like...ultimate chillaxing position

johnny’s all about being super relaxed and cool and shit lmao but in his head he’s aaaaaaaaa because you look adorable and also you’re falling again

both of his arms are wrapped around your waist

if you originally are a little lower on him he’ll gently pull you up so your chin is near his collarbones

johnny the type to take approximately 389243 pictures of you sleeping

probably posts a couple to his sc story

“they’re so tired they fell asleep on me”

“i ain’t even mad tho look at how cute they are”

(haechan responds to his story with “they fell asleep because you’re boring as shit”, a fight ensues)

you wake up to find him knocked tf out, possibly snoring

it’s your turn to take pics and post now

(haechan - “he’s so boring he put himself to sleep”)

taeyong

he’d probably be unable to hold in a tiny squeal because “oh my god look at them”

your head is on his chest and one arm and one leg are slung across him

tae’s lowkey touched because you have the whole bed and choose to fall asleep entangled with him and basically on top of him

he’s 100% sure you’re the cutest thing to exist ever

has his hand on your waist and probably rubs little circles into the skin above your hipbone because it’s so s o f t

moves hair out of your face

tucks it behind your ear so he can look at you better

“ah i guess if they’re asleep i should be asleep”

he really wants to kiss you because you just look so adorable and are everything good in the world (you are his world) but he also doesn’t want to wake you up

crisis????

if anyone else walks into the room, like the other members, he makes the “shh” gesture before they can even think abt opening their mouths

when you wake up he moves so he’s over you

presses like........... a million kisses to your forehead and cheeks and nose and just everywhere on your face before your tired ass pulls him down for a proper kiss

“did you sleep well?”

“yeah, but i like being awake because i can be with you”

“so...you DON’T dream about me”

“yAh”

yuta

i couldn’t find a nonsexy gif of yuta?? a GOD

he’d lowkey be shook as shit

prob tries to be like.cool about it but internally he’s panicking because this hasn’t ever happened before and he doesn’t really know what exactly to do

pets your hair a little bc??? he just...dk

licks his lips a lot while he’s messing with your hair

stops you from falling off of him and onto the floor a couple of times but a small part of him is tempted to let you fall so you’ll wake up and you guys can hang

eventually he’ll get tired of hoping you’ll wake up

he gives you a long nap tho bc he knows you’re tired and he’s kinda tired too but like

he doesn’t wanna fall asleep bc lowkey he’s a little afraid you’ll fall onto the floor if he isn’t there to stop you

after like...an hour of switching from mild awkwardness to exasperatedness to admiring you silently he gets a little tired of it tho

“wake uppp”

you yawn really loud and sit up so you’re straddling him, rubbing sleep out of your eyes and he really can’t help himself

he flips you both over on the couch

smiles down at you and then sighs

“good, we can do stuff together now” he smirks and kinda does an eyebrow wiggle and you just laugh and smack him on the chest a lil bit

he laughs too and buries his face into your shoulder, carefully balancing his weight on you

you guys just talk from that position for hours until the other members come back only to see the two of you dead asleep

doyoung

he’d be another to take wayyyy to many pictures of you

he prob wouldn’t post any though they’re just ~for him~ for when they go on tour or have schedules and he misses you

gently turns you guys over so you’re lying under him and one of his arms and one of his legs are carefully put across you

this way if his legs fall asleep he can get up and move them around without really disturbing you

when you’re underneath him he can’t really stop himself from just sitting up for a second and admiring how stressless you seem when asleep

“oh my god... they’re wearing my shirt”

would smile crazy hard his face would probably hurt

struggles to keep a squeal in because he literally can’t believe of everyone ever you chose h i m and now you’re wearing his clothes and sleeping in his bed beside him like

will wonders never cease?

doyoung can’t help himself tbh he presses chaste little kisses to your forehead, the junction of your jaw and neck, where your shoulder and neck meet, just, sweet kisses where he can

you shift a lot in your sleep and it always kinda panics him

you: moves your pinky finger - doyoung: *gaSP*

eventually though he does fall asleep beside you

only to be woken up by you lightly kissing him

you apologize profusely because you didnt mean to wake him up you just couldnt hel p yourself

and he just laughs and tackles you to the bed, getting into a tickle war

im screaming itd be s o c u t e

jaehyun

prob just chilling lying on the couch and you’re sitting on top of him, straddling his legs because its comfy

after a while it gets silent and eventually he drifts off, only to wake up like 5 min later

he blinks a couple of times to get the very short and disorienting nap out of his system only to see you still straddling him but your head leaning against the back of the couch, small and very cute snores leaving your half open mouth

he takes a pic for the Y/N MEMES album he has on his phone

it’s his most treasured possession - shitt y meme pics of you

“one day our kids will cherish these images too”

he half sits up, raising himself up on his elbow on one arm so he can use the other to gently lift your head

places you head on his chest and lies back down reallyyyyy slowly so you don’t wake up

he’s tired and you’re tired

for a little while though he just stares at you because goddamn you’re real and you’re with him

jaehyun’s getting existential up in this bitch

you’re still snoring so he shifts a little and you quit it and he can’t help but chuckle to himself

he starts yawning

before he knows it he’s half singing songs to try to stay awake so he can see your face when you wake up super groggy

he can’t do it though

when you wake up your boyfriend is knocked tf out and you’re lying on his chest

you just go back to sleep because you’re 1) tired and 2) in love with the idea of just napping with jaehyun nice

winwin

like yuta he kinda wants to wake you up the second he sees you asleep

however he’s really just... amazed by how you just basically melted into his arms while laying against him in bed

you basically dozed off midsentence like you were talking and your words faded until you just exhaled little sighs

and with that sicheng knew you were super asleep

you have a death grip tbh so he can’t really get up but he soon realizes that he honestly doesn’t want to because it’s pretty rare that he just sits and chills or hangs out with you

and even if you’re asleep he’s still with you and honestly?

that’s all that matters

your lips are against where his neck and shoulders meet and both of your arms are around his neck

it’s kinda uncomfortable for him at first but after some tentative shifting he finds a good position for himself

one arm behind his own head, propping himself up against the pillow a little bit so he can see you, the other lightly resting on your head

the rise and fall of your chest is slower than his since you’re sleeping, he can’t help but compare your heartbeats

it’s like poetry in motion for him

he says dumb shit to you while you’re sleeping like “ah you drool when you sleep, what a s l o b” that’s obv a joke

reaches for his phone and texts all the members to stfu and not interrupt them bc you’re sleeping and you deserve the rest

even tho he originally wanted to wake you up so you guys could talk

just really loves you and wants you to be happy im s o f t

mark

after a video game session you guys hang out on the couch together to just talk and catch up before his members get back fro being outside

mark sits up, leaning a little against the couch’s arm and you lie with your head in his lap

he really likes twisting strands of your hair around his fingers while you talk its like...his Thing

but yeah it gets late and after a while it gets quiet and you just fall asleep

mark cant help but laugh because honestly??? it was so sudden but wow

he moves your head so he can get up off the couch, makes sure the door to his dorm room is open, and picks you up

hes lucky you dont wake up while hes carrying you to his bed

when he puts you down he makes to leave and pick up the games and snacks yall left out but your sleeping self makes grabby hands

he c a n t resist and he just giggles a little bit but slides in next to you

marks p surprised when you move to hug him in your sleep

then he remembers how you cant sleep without holding something, just like taeyong

or someone, apparently

eventually falls asleep

both of you wake up to taeyong acting shook af that yall were cuddling in your sleep

haechan takes plenty of pics b4 that tho as b l a c k m a i l

all in all a successful stay-at-home date

haechan

he’s lying down and reading on the couch when you get to their dorm

one hand behind his head propping it up and the other holding the book

when you get there he puts it down and opens his arms wide

you laugh and lean down to hug him only to get d r a g g e d down

“doNGHYUCK”

“just lie down on me i’m a good pillow”

he’s so exasperating honestly but you love him and he loves you so it’s all good?? you make him sit up tho and you snuggle into his side after he puts in the movies you guys are marathoning for the night

“if you do twilight i’ll kill you”

“damn y/n why you gotta ruin my dreams like that”

it ends up being old horror movies that arent scary and like halfway through the 4th movie your head is on his shoulder and youre asleep

he stops the movies and turns the tv off, sighing, roasting you fondly

“idiot couldn’t even stay awake for all of it”

he lies down really carefully on the couch, bringing you with him

he really is a good pillow

it’s like 2 am by this point and some of the members are just about to be getting back from practice

haechan sings really softly while youre asleep, your legs entangled in his and head squarely on his chest

he basically sings himself to sleep, and its in that position the other members find you, asleep together on the the couch

johnny cops haechan’s phone and takes a bunch of pics, making one of them haechan’s lock screen

haechan doesn’t change it when you guys wake up

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