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bloodmoonmuses · 1 month

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it waits for dawn | lee taeyong

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genre: taeyong x reader, friends to lovers, summer coworkers, non-idol au, fluff sorta kinda :)))

wc: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of blood, some swearing

summary: while working your summer job, you meet an eclectic boy who's obsessed with stars and the beauty of the universe.

Working at the planetarium was an odd summer job, sure, but it was about the same pay as the ice cream shop or (God forbid) the zoo. The facility remained pretty empty most days, save for the occasional field trip or savvy tourist. For the first two weeks you worked there, it was just you and the manager, Taeil. Then, one day, Taeil says he finally found another lackey- some guy who just finished his undergrad.

You’re not sure why a college graduate would be slumming it at a planetarium, but you don’t question the matter any further. At least now you’d have someone to split responsibilities with.

“He’ll be here any minute,” Taeil tells you.

When he walks in, you’re a bit taken aback. His cotton candy hair and smattering of tattoos almost clashes with the nerdy polo and khakis he’s wearing. You assume this is his attempt at looking “professional”, which is funny because you’re in a band tee and cut-off shorts and Taeil is practically in pajamas.

“I’m Taeyong,” he says bashfully, dipping his head as a greeting.

You shake his outstretched hand and his ears turn red. He has the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen, like a drawing almost. The prevailing word at the front of your mind is “cute”. He’s very cute.

Taeyong is a sticker book come to life, eclectic and vibrant against the dullness of the overcast day. You’ve never seen him around before. You would’ve remembered. He must be new in town- or a figment of your imagination. A part of you wishes it’s the latter.

“I’m ____,” you say, fixated on your still conjoined hands. When Taeyong realizes he hasn’t broken away from the hand shake, he drops his arm quickly, coughing to fill the awkward silence. Taeil is none the wiser.

“If you could show him around the place, that’d be nice.” Taeil says nonchalantly. He walks back into his office, going to take his daily three hour nap. Taeyong looks at you confusedly.

“If you had any worry about this being a strenuous or uptight job-” Taeil’s snoring interjects, “-I can assure you, it is not.” you contend. “It’s like a movie theater, honestly. We run the projection presentations every other hour, and when there’s field trips, we walk the kiddos around for about 45 minutes or so.”

“Ah, really? That’s it, huh?” Taeyong looks a bit disappointed.

“Yeah. Pretty easy,” you say, shrugging. “Oh, and we stock the gift shop.”

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The next day, Taeyong somehow manages to bomb his first real shift.. You’re shelving plushies in the gift shop when you hear a loud crashing sound. When you make your way to the supply room to see what happened, Taeyong is buried in a pile of commemorative cups on the floor.

“You okay?” you ask, trying not to laugh. The moon phase tumblers are the most popular of the gift shop items, constantly needing to be restocked.

“I think so,” he says. As you help him stand, you notice blood on his hand.

“Need a band-aid?” Taeyong’s eyes shimmer with tears, and he places his cut finger into his mouth, pouting a bit. He nods and you grab the first aid kit off the wall. It’s covered in a layer of dust from lack of use. You blow on its surface.

“How’d you cut your finger?” you ask, still giggling a bit.

“I tried to catch the box as it was falling.” He winces as the air hits his wound. “Ouch.”

You “tsk” at him, shaking your head as you open the first aid kit. “Taeyong, you gotta be more careful. Taeil doesn’t care if we live or die!”

He chuckles. “That’s not true! I think he has a soft spot for me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this cleaned up.” You take some alcohol and soak a cotton ball. Then, you clean his (minor) cut, unwrapping a bandage and securing it around his finger. He looks at you with wide eyes.

“Kiss it better for me?” he asks, jutting out his lower lip and extending his hand towards you.

“You wish.”

—

Taeyong and you become quick friends. If he comes in for a shift after you, he brings you ice cream. If the two of you close together, he walks you to your car. If you take a day off, Taeyong sends you pictures of Taeil sleeping.

He’s a great conversationalist as well. You learn a lot about him over the summer. He wanted to be a firefighter before falling in love with art, dancing and music. Now, he has a bachelor’s degree in visual art. He shows you videos of him dancing and lets you look through his sketchbook. He talks about his sister and how she’s just as kind as him. He tells you about his love of stars, and how he mediates on them as if they’re lost lovers.

Despite the warmth Taeyong’s eyes fill you with, there’s also an underlying sadness in them- stress beyond his years swimming beneath their sparkling glory. He doesn’t speak much of it, but you can feel it. You can also see that stress leaving his body everytime he cranks up the projector for the solar system presentation. His favorite planet is Saturn.

You’re quite fond of Taeyong. You realize this when you catch yourself staring at him on a particularly slow day. A few elderly couples have come to see the permanent exhibit in the front of the facility, but other than that, it’s just you and him here. Even Taeil has taken a day off, the sloth of summer’s near end seemingly blanketing the entire town. The day progresses in slow motion.

Taeyong’s sleeves are rolled up, exposing his arms. You study his tattoos, committing them to memory. His ever changing hair has been black for a few weeks now, which was a bit out of the ordinary for him. He looks a bit pedestrian, if that’s even possible, and not elven like his usually colorful hair makes him seem.

Despite the snail pace of the day, Taeyong is working way more than is actually necessary- always a self-starter and ready to please.

“Take a break, Taeyong. You’re gonna have a heat stroke.” The A/C unit is busted. Again. You’ve plugged in a few portable fans, but they’re not doing much.

“Inventory’s gotta get done eventually.” You’re enamored with the multitudes of Taeyong’s character. He’s often an easy going guy, but stern when it counts. Not a killjoy, or anything to that extent, just more upright than you’d assume at first glance. Such is the issue with assumptions; they’re just asking to be subverted.

You feel bad watching Taeyong lug around boxes by himself, so you push your laziness aside and begin helping.

“I got it,” Taeyong says.

You continue to lift a box, following him on the trek from the supply closet to the gift shop. “I know you’ve got it, but you’re gonna die if you carry all of these on your own.”

“I’m not gonna die,” Taeyong says, blowing a few strands of hair out his face as wobbles about.

“Tell that to the red flush covering your whole body, Superman.”

Taeyong huffs at you. “You’re so mean to me,” he says. There’s that lower lip again. It’s becoming your weakness, the more he pouts at you. Sometimes you tease him just to see it more often.

“Fine. Want me to stop?” you say, putting down the box you’re carrying. You pretend to walk off.

“No, don’t leave! I feel like I’m gonna die!” Tayong shrieks.

You deadpan at the cartoon of a human standing in front of you.

It’s a field trip day and the planetarium is packed. Unlike the usual, Taeil is actually helping, saying something along the lines of “all hands on deck” as if that doesn’t entail a total of six hands. The children stream in like a school of fish, neon summer camp shirts glowing in the bright sun. They’re beaming at one another, skipping and running around with boundless energy. Their liveliness sparks something in you, smiling so much that makes your cheeks hurt. What hurts more, however, is seeing how sweet Taeyong is with the kids. He takes the lead on showing them around the permanent exhibit, explaining the solar system and composition of stars and other space rocks. You watch from the back of the crowd, blaming the flush of your face on the temperature and not on the fact that Taeyong’s smile makes your breath hitch.

You should think he’s the nerdiest person in the world right now. This whole exchange would be great material to tease him with (-something about how he’s a softie and a loser or whatever). However, all you feel is a terrifying fondness taking over you, ripping at your chest as if it’d been ravaged by a lovesick wolf, its claw marks creating deep caverns where your heart lies. It fucking hurts how much you simply like him. You don’t even want to imagine- no, you can’t even imagine what’d it be like to fall in love with him.

One of the kids asks about Saturn and Taeyong nearly erupts with excitement. He talks in detail about its rings, tracing his fingers along the ridges of the replica of the planet. His eyes are sparkling, mirroring the faux stars above him.

When kids leave, you glance at Taeyong. A tired smile is plastered on his face and he contently sighs. “That was so much fun.”

“I’m not sure who enjoyed it more- you or the kids,” you state. Taeyong chuckles.

“Definitely me. I almost don’t wanna go home,” he says.

“Then let’s stay.”

After finishing your closing duties, you and Taeyong meet in the planetarium’s theater. In the center of the rows of seats is a projector.

“Lemme start the presentation,” he says, queuing up a video about Navajo astrology and constellations. “I’ve never actually gotten the chance to watch Southwestern Skies from the seats.”

After he presses play, the two of you sit right in the middle of the theater. The video comes to life on the dome shaped ceiling. Your jaw drops in wonderment, feeling less self conscious when you see that Taeyong’s mouth is also agape in your periphery. Then, you’re drifting in outer space with him, your seats floating away into the ether as you become completely absorbed into the stars that surround you. You rest your arm on the divider between your chairs, subconsciously inching your hand towards Taeyong’s. As it draws nearer, your desire to interlace his hand in your own grows. The nerve endings at your fingertips buzz. Taeyong is magnetic.

“This is my favorite part,” Taeyong whispers, awestruck. You try to break away from looking at him, to instead look at the display above you, but you can’t. Instead, you watch the stars in the reflection of his eyes.

The dome bursts with an explosion of stars as various constellations fade into view. Orion’s Belt, The Big Dipper, Libra and Virgo- Taeyong had told you about them in detail, insisting on thumbing through his astrology textbook as he explained. (He stole it from the library, leaving five bucks on the counter to rid himself of any lingering karma.) Finally, the Milky Way comes into view- referred to as It Waits for Dawn by the Navajo people. Taeyong audibly gasps.

“I think the whole thing is your favorite part," you tease.

“Mmm.” He nods in agreement.

Distantly, your mind wanders to how the summer is coming to a close. You’re not sure what will come of you and Taeyong’s friendship. You hope he won’t be a memory, or strangers like the two of you started as. You want him to be a fixture in your life- a constellation to familiarize yourself with and never tire of, even as the universe expands.

You realize you’ve been laying your head on Taeyong’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you move to sit up.

“It’s okay,” he says. Then, he places his hand on your head, guiding it back to his shoulder. “Unless your neck hurts, or something. Then, I won’t force you,” he adds hurriedly.

“No, no. It’s good. I’m good,” you say, returning your head to its original position. When the presentation ends, the lights in the theater automatically come up. Suddenly, the moment feels too intimate for daylight, and Taeyong must agree, because he’s tense. You can feel it in his shoulder, the anxiety radiating off of him in waves, but he doesn’t tell you to move, so you continue to rest your head on him

“Does the universe scare you? All the stars and planets and the unknown...” Taeyong says out of nowhere. Before you can respond, he says, “Ah, nevermind. Forget I asked.” He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as he backtracks.

“I like the question, silly!” You consider your answer for a moment, lost in thought. “ How infinite it is, yes. But the universe as a concept is very romantic. Like, philosophically speaking.”

“How so?”

You shrug. “It brought us together.”

“What a pretty thought,” he says.

Life’s a bunch of little universes sewn together. Self contained and finite worlds that exist within infinity. Like your summer with Taeyong- a blip in the grandeur of your life, simply due to how little time he’s spent in it. You want to sew a little bit more of him into your universe. To make him more than a blip. To make him your entire universe.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask suddenly, throwing caution to the wind.

“I’d like that,” he contends.

You lift your head from his shoulder and place a delicate peck to his cheek. Taeyong gently grasps your chin, guiding your face to his. He then kisses you on the lips, tenderly, his lips just barely grazing yours. The moment seems to stretch on for infinity, though only lasting a few minutes, and you make haste to sew it into the fabric of your memory.

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blackvortex · 10 months

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Lovesick

— 🧸 Pairing: Lee Taeyong x (F) Reader

— 🧸 Themes: sadistyandere!taeyong, yangire!taeyong, soloartist!taeyong, !fangirlreader

— 🧸 Warning: mentions of death, blood, extreme gore, manipulation, toxic love, stalking, abduction, mental health, etc.

— 🧸 Summary: Lee Taeyong, A very well-known solo artist in his country has a dirty little secret. What was once a longing desire has now reached reality, It was the desire of Inflicting pain and torturing his fans to create all of his musical masterpiece, admiring the faint screams of his name coming from their mouths and enjoying the sheer pain they are suffering from in the hands of himself. Yet, he still had one desire to fulfill, the desire of having you all to himself.

A/N: The themes are altered to match the story. I apologize for the very very very very long wait, feel free to share your suggestions with me regarding about the fic! 'Lovesick' is also available on Wattpad! (wattpad: blackvortexwastaken)

CHAPTER 1: THE ORIGIN

The mysterious origins of the extraordinary luminary, Lee Taeyong, remain veiled in obscurity, as he has steadfastly chosen to withhold any details about his lineage or ancestral heritage, even when prompted by others.

Without a doubt, Taeyong's inclination to safeguard the privacy of his personal life is palpable. However, he does unveil a remarkable facet of his journey, disclosing that prior to embarking on his transformative path as a K-pop trainee, he honed his skills as a talented bartender, achieving mastery in the art of mixology.

After securing a position as a bartender, a newfound fervor surged within Taeyong, igniting an unwavering passion for the realm of idolhood. With relentless determination, he embarked on a quest for knowledge, fully immersing himself in the captivating world of K-pop idol shows. His sole objective was to absorb, analyze, and emulate the most accomplished soloists and adored group members. Diligently, he dissected their captivating presence, studiously examined their graceful movements, and scrutinized every aspect of their performances, leaving no characteristic of a transcendent superstar idol unexplored. Motivated by an indomitable desire to establish himself as an unrivaled idol capable of capturing the world's collective attention, Taeyong pursued his aspirations with unwavering dedication.

Taeyong's effortless triumph during the auditions effortlessly caught the attention of various companies, each fervently pursuing him. However, Taeyong, aware of the tempting offers from other entertainment entities, made a wise decision to join the prestigious SM Entertainment. This choice was influenced by SM Entertainment's esteemed reputation, not only in South Korea but also across the global K-pop landscape. Paired with his remarkable talents, cultivated through unwavering commitment, it was no surprise that his video showcasing his skills as a K-pop trainee rapidly spread, captivating the world's gaze.

Undeniably, Taeyong swiftly ascended to the status of SM Entertainment's favored artist, even prior to his official debut. His soaring popularity led to a plethora of privileges bestowed upon him, surpassing those granted to any other idol within the esteemed establishment at a similar stage of their career. Taeyong received an abundance of guaranteed projects, meticulously tailored to further enhance his renown. Moreover, he was offered the opportunity to debut as a member of SM Entertainment's new boy group, "NCT," obtaining the coveted roles of visual, main rapper, and main dancer. In addition, his journey encompassed a solo debut, amplifying his artistic prowess and individuality.

Upon making his debut as a member of NCT 127, the enigmatic and captivating idol, Lee Taeyong, swiftly became the center of attention. In an instant, his schedule grew exponentially busier, and his name began circulating across various social media platforms, articles, and throughout the vast landscape of the K-pop community. With his alluring beauty and irresistible charm, Taeyong became a prime target for modeling agencies, continuously receiving offers due to his undeniable appeal. Every camera lens and gaze seemed to be fixated upon this exceptional idol, as if the world momentarily paused to revel in his presence. It was indisputable that he held an unparalleled sway over the collective consciousness at that particular moment. Unquestionably, Taeyong reveled in the adoration and eagerly sought every ounce of attention that came his way as time progressed. It became increasingly apparent that he was destined for the stage, a natural-born superstar who is destined to be under the spotlight.

However, akin to many other idols in the expansive world of K-pop, the initial euphoria surrounding Taeyong's debut eventually subsided, leaving behind a sense of disenchantment. It appeared as though his grand entrance had not yielded the remarkable impact that was anticipated. Consequently, the prospect of Taeyong debuting as a soloist, along with his other promotional projects, was regrettably withdrawn by the company, citing a perceived decline in public interest.

Naturally, Taeyong found himself dissatisfied with this turn of events. He steadfastly refused to settle for anything less than what he believed he deserved. While there were still loyal fans who wholeheartedly supported him, he is yearning for greater fame and attention surpassed the fame he had attained during his debut. He craved more, an insatiable desire that led him to contemplate drastic measures, even if it meant sabotaging his fellow group members, all in pursuit of securing the coveted spotlight he so fervently desired.

Despite Taeyong's downfall, he maintained an outward facade, emulating a charm that had long been overshadowed by resentment. He diligently worked with his bandmates, flawlessly recording their latest album, "2 BADDIES," never missing a beat. Following a lengthy lunch break, he returned to the studio only to be met with the gift of fate. The pungent smell of burning wires filled the air, setting off alarm bells in his mind. Hastily, he made his way to the control room, only to find the doorway blocked by the recording equipment. On the other side, his bandmates pounded on the door, their desperate cries mingling with the crackling of flames.

Taeyong called out to them, rushing towards the fallen equipment, instinctively reaching out to save his fellow members, only to abruptly freeze. In that moment, he found himself transfixed. Each breath became a conscious, deliberate act, demanding his full attention, while the distant cries grew faint until they were scarcely audible. Slowly, he stepped back, his realization dawning upon him. They were screaming his name as the flames consumed them. Their desperate pleas echoed in his ears, "Taeyong!" "Lee Taeyong!" "Taeyong!" It was a hauntingly beautiful sound, etching itself into his soul. When the fire fighters finally arrived, his tears flowed freely.

His tears continued to flow unabated, but alongside the sorrow, an unsettling sense of satisfaction began to seep into Taeyong's being. The haunting cries that reverberated with his name brought an unexpected thrill, sending shivers down his spine. Each agonized scream became a twisted symphony in his mind, a perverse melody that he savored with perverse delight. As the echoes of their screams repeated in his thoughts, a morbid idea took hold of him. The notion that he had successfully orchestrated the downfall of his bandmates to create a gaping void for his own fame not only intoxicated him but also sparked a disturbing inspiration within him. It ignited a desire to infuse his music with elements of violence and darkness

CHAPTER 2: TRAGIC TURN OF EVENTS

The tragic news of the untimely demise of nine members from the beloved boy band group NCT 127 reverberated with an unprecedented swiftness. The devastating information spread across the vast expanse of the internet, permeating news outlets and inundating various social media platforms. The collective mourning and outpouring of heartfelt condolences enveloped the entire community, extending solace to the grieving family members and loved ones of the victims. Among the somber aftermath, one member stood as the lone survivor, bearing the weight of unimaginable loss.

As a relatively new fan of NCT, the impact of this harrowing news weighed heavily upon you. Despite just your recent liking of the group, the magnitude of the tragedy stirred within you a profound sense of sadness. Compelled to express your emotions, you sought solace in online forums, joining others in grieving and sharing your condolences during this somber period.

Amidst the overwhelming sorrow, a deep concern for the sole surviving member of the group, Lee Taeyong, gripped your thoughts. You contemplated the immense burden he must be shouldering in the wake of such a tragic event. Driven by a genuine empathy, you tirelessly sought ways to reach out to him online, yearning to offer solace and comfort during this trying time. Utilizing the Bubble app, to which you subscribed, you composed a heartfelt message for Taeyong, hoping to provide a source of support and understanding amid the aftermath of these unfathomable events.

“Taeyong, I am sending my deepest condolences towards you and those who were also affected by this horrid news. I hope you are holding up well and eating a lot, please still take care of yourself and I want to let you know that we are all supporting you and whatever it is that you decide on doing now, we will wholeheartedly support you no matter what. <3”

Sent, 14:34

As the memories of that tragic event resurfaced, it felt as though time had both stood still and raced forward, for it had already been three years since the devastating incident unfolded. The nightmare that had gripped the K-pop community during that period continued to cast its shadow even to this day, a somber reminder of the fragility of life. How you wished it were all a dream, a cruel illusion that could be banished with a simple awakening.

Sighing, you pushed these heavy thoughts aside, diverting your attention to your present reality. You focused on your full-time job as a waitress at a local café, located in close proximity to your residence. As the closing hours approached, you bid farewell to the last customers of the day, offering them warm smiles and well wishes as they departed from Vortex Café. Taking a deep breath, you swiftly embarked on the task of tidying and cleaning the café, eager to complete your responsibilities for the evening.

On your way home, you eagerly reached for your phone in your bag, looking to find any updates regarding Taeyong. Following the tragic event, he had taken a hiatus from the spotlight during those past three years. However, the recent announcement by SM Entertainment declaring Lee Taeyong's official debut as a soloist sent shockwaves of excitement through the internet. The anticipation among fans was palpable, as they rejoiced at the prospect of Taeyong returning to what he was destined to do.

This news brought a sense of joy and relief to you, as you had been diligently saving up to meet him. Being a relatively new fan who joined the fandom shortly after the tragic accident, you had not yet had the opportunity to see the renowned Lee Taeyong in person. The prospect of finally witnessing his presence and experiencing his artistry firsthand filled you with anticipation. Taeyong had become an influential figure in your eyes, and your love for his work was unwavering

CHAPTER 3: MUSICAL MASTERPIECE

A year into his hiatus, Taeyong immersed himself in solitude, utilizing the time to introspect and meticulously plan his upcoming musical endeavors. As he delved into the depths of his creative mind, haunting echoes of the horrified screams from his band members during the fire accident resurfaced with unsettling clarity. The memories lingered, evoking a sinister desire within him. He craved more of those desperate cries, yearning to hear his name chanted in fear once again. The twisted obsession grew, driving him to plot his next move and identify a potential victim to serve as a vessel for his violent ideas. His newfound fixation centered around incorporating these horrified screams into his music, creating an amalgamation of darkness and artistry that blurred the boundaries of conventional expression.

As Taeyong sought solace in his artistic endeavors, he sought refuge in a remote and abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Its desolation ensured that his forthcoming musical masterpiece, with its unsettling undertones, would remain concealed from prying ears. With meticulous preparation completed, the time had finally arrived for Taeyong to embark on his daring experiment: the fusion of violence and music.

His first target was a persistent sasaeng fan, an individual who had relentlessly pursued him during his hiatus. Acutely aware of this unwelcome presence, Taeyong bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to take action. Positioned on a bench in a park near his residence, he remained vigilant, keenly observing the sasaeng fan stationed just outside the park, near a bustling bus stop. Clutching a camera adorned with a shoulder strap, the fan deliberately angled it towards Taeyong, capturing his every move. The clarity of her intent was unmistakable, as she persisted despite the passage of numerous buses.

Taeyong stifled a quiet chuckle as he moved leisurely towards his unsuspecting target. "How long are you willing to stay here?" Taeyong's hushed words brushed against her ear. Startled by his sudden presence, the sasaeng leaped in surprise. She gazed intently at the idol before her, struggling to collect herself after the unexpected encounter. "Um... You..." The sasaeng stammered, still shaken by his abrupt approach. "What's the matter? Why are you so taken aback? Did you really believe I wouldn't notice you from a distance?" Taeyong's smile widened as he gradually closed the gap between them. "Would you prefer a change of location? You must be pretty hungry for staying there for too long.” Taeyong continued.

The sasaeng stood motionless in her position, her mind racing with the countless advantages she could reap from this very encounter. If the conversation went smoothly, she might find herself alone with the idol, a cherished fantasy she had nurtured for an extensive duration after years of relentless following.

It was almost as if Taeyong possessed an enchanting aura that bewitched anyone fortunate enough to cross his path. The prospect of accumulating wealth through obtaining his personal information and, perhaps, even acquiring one of his personal possessions tantalized her thoughts. Moreover, an even more gratifying outcome came to her thought, as it could potentially pave the way for further interactions on various occasions with the idol.

As her reverie abruptly dissolved, she found herself transfixed on Taeyong, who had already closed the distance and now stood mere inches away from her presence. Her heart pounded fervently within her chest, its rhythm resounding in her ears, as the sight of the idol before her intensified her emotions. With trepidation, yet undeniable eagerness, she mustered the words, "I would be thrilled to accompany you." A smirk played upon Taeyong's lips, hinting at the burgeoning desires that simmered within him, growing steadily stronger.

Taeyong graciously escorted the sasaeng to his vehicle, courteously opening the passenger-side door for her before proceeding to settle himself in the driver's seat. However, as the car journey commenced, an unsettling turn of events unfolded. Taeyong surreptitiously secured the doors, evoking a sense of entrapment. Suddenly, he swiftly covered the sasaeng's mouth with a handkerchief that had been tampered with a mysterious substance, inducing a gradual descent into unconsciousness.

As her vision dimmed and the world faded into obscurity, the sasaeng valiantly struggled to remove the cloth, her diminishing willpower waning. A haunting image imprinted upon her consciousness: Taeyong's unsettlingly luminous smile, hinting at enigmatic intentions.

Gradually, the sasaeng's consciousness returned, and a surge of anxiety coursed through her as her eyes flinched open, met with a dazzling array of bright lighting equipment aimed directly in her direction. As her awareness fully rekindled, she cautiously surveyed her surroundings, discovering herself ensconced amidst an array of recording equipment. To her dismay, she realized her limbs were securely bound to the chair she occupied, prompting a sense of urgency to escape her precarious predicament.

Just as she mustered the courage to make a frenzied attempt at freedom, her gaze caught sight of Taeyong's silhouette gracefully emerging from a distant hallway. Time seemed to momentarily halt as her gaze fixated on his approach, harboring uncertainty about his intentions and the imminent encounter that awaited her

CHAPTER 4: PLEASED TO MEET YOU

A smile adorned your face as you observed Taeyong's captivating presence on your phone screen. He just released his first music video after 3 years. His charm radiated brightly, surpassing any previous glow, even through the digital realm. However, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in his musical style and vibe compared to his time as a member of NCT 127. The current manifestation exuded a darker, more edgy aura.

As the melodic strains resonated, a peculiar addition caught your attention—a backdrop of distant screams harmonizing with the song. Surprisingly, rather than disturbing the experience, these eerie echoes blended seamlessly, enhancing the authenticity of the artistic vision. In fact, you found yourself personally drawn to Taeyong's newfound musical direction, appreciating the boldness and allure it exuded. Thus, you took a moment to express your approval by leaving a like under the video, acknowledging the captivating journey he had embarked upon.

And just as with many other K-pop idols, Taeyong embarked on tours, captivating fans both near and far with his awe-inspiring performances. His popularity soared to new heights after the release of his first full solo album, propelling him to become the center of widespread attention and admiration once more.

After hustling in you full-time job as a waitress, you secured a coveted VIP meet-up reservation with Taeyong following the announcement of his world tour. Being among the first to secure a spot was a stroke of luck, as the demand was immense, evident from the fact that all available slots were swiftly sold out. Taeyong's impact on the world had undeniably reached staggering proportions during this time.

Now, in the present moment, you find yourself in a taxi en route to the restaurant. However, a tide of uncertainty washes over you, causing a flicker of doubt to emerge. Despite your physical preparedness, a sense of apprehension clouds your mind. Taeyong's overwhelming success, remarkable handsomeness, and unparalleled talent have left you feeling somewhat intimidated. The prospect of meeting him suddenly renders you shy and hesitant to attend.

"Ma'am, we have arrived at your destination," the cab driver announces, interrupting your thoughts. Snapping back to reality, you express your gratitude with a soft smile directed at the driver, promptly offering a tip before stepping out of the vehicle.

Tentatively, you made your way into the restaurant, your lingering shyness still present from your contemplations. As you entered, a poised waitress gracefully approached you, her steps purposeful and her presence welcoming.

“Good afternoon, madam. Are you reserving a table?" inquired the waitress, her professional demeanor graced by a warm smile. "Ah, no, I'm here for a VIP meet-up with Taeyong," you replied, reciprocating her smile. Sensing the purpose of your visit, she requested your name, opening a journal awaiting your response. "Y/F/N," you promptly provided. The waitress scanned the pages, seeking your name among the entries. "Ah, Ms. Y/L/N! Welcome to the Vortex Lounge. Please follow me," she cordially invited, guiding you towards the VIP room.

As the waitress led the way, your mind couldn't help but wander, pondering the choice of a restaurant for this meet-and-greet event with Taeyong. Unlike other idols who typically only have a brief encounter with fans, this setting felt more akin to a romantic rendezvous than a traditional idol-to-fan gathering. The notion of a private date with the esteemed Lee Taeyong briefly flattered your imagination, although you remained acutely aware of its unlikelihood. Snapping out of your delusions, you refocused as the waitress halted in front of the VIP room.

"Enjoy your stay. Please refer to the order button on the table if you require anything," the waitress informed you, graciously opening the door. Expressing your gratitude, you bid your farewell to the waitress and stepped into the room, sensing the door gently closing behind you.

An inaudible gasp escaped your lips as your gaze fell upon the solitary figure of Taeyong seated at the table, his eyes fixed upon you as though he had eagerly awaited your arrival for an eternity.

Taeyong gracefully rose from his seat, extending a kind gesture as he pulled out a chair for you. "Please, have a seat," he invited, his smile exuding warmth and hospitality. Grateful for his courtesy, you settled into the chair, feeling a mixture of disbelief and elation as Taeyong resumed his place across from you. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N. My name is Lee Taeyong," he introduced himself, his words laced with sincerity.

The reality of Taeyong's presence before you, no longer confined to a phone screen, seemed almost surreal. His physical allure surpassed even your wildest expectations, leaving you awestruck and feeling as if you were living a dream come true. It was as though your eyes were playing tricks on you, unable to fully grasp the extraordinary moment unfolding.

"Likewise, my name is Y/N," you managed to utter, your flustered state growing more apparent with each passing second. Taeyong responded with a gentle smile, attempting to alleviate your nervousness. "Please don't be anxious. I'm just like any other person, really," he reassured you, his politeness shining through. "Feel free to order anything you desire; it's my treat," he graciously continued.

The extraordinary level of fan service offered by Taeyong made you wonder if all the VIP holders were being treated to the same extent. This elevated experience surpassed all expectations, and you couldn't help but feel immensely fortunate to be among the privileged few granted such a remarkable opportunity.

You carefully perused the menu, deliberating over your choice. "A Carbonara will do," you finally decided, sharing your selection with Taeyong. His smile grew wider as he promptly pressed the button to place your order. Soon after, a waiter entered the VIP room to take Taeyong's order, greeting you both with a warm smile. "What can I get you today?" the waiter inquired. Taeyong responded graciously, "Just one serving of Carbonara for this beautiful woman, please." The waiter jotted down Taeyong's order before expressing their intention to bring it promptly. With the waiter's exit, Taeyong's gaze fixated on you once again.

Taeyong's compliment had left you completely flustered; his description of you as beautiful caught you off guard, rendering you momentarily speechless. Frozen in place, you struggled to find an appropriate response, your cheeks tinted with a deep blush. Sensing your flustered state, Taeyong chuckled softly, his amusement evident. Seeking to redirect the conversation and regain your composure, you changed the topic.

"Taeyong... We greatly appreciate your unwavering dedication, particularly in light of the challenges you've faced, including the accident. How are you holding up?" you inquired, earnestly seeking his perspective. Taeyong's expression softened as he responded, weaving a fabricated tale of personal struggle and trauma stemming from the incident. He wiped away his tears, emphasizing the profound impact of his bandmates' tragic passing and how it had left him grappling with profound emotional scars. In reality, he was deceiving you, his mind replaying the haunting screams of his bandmates as they met their agonizing fate.

Filled with remorse for broaching such a sensitive topic, you sincerely apologized to Taeyong, expressing your concern in a gentle tone. The weight of your words weighed heavily on your conscience, and in an effort to alleviate some of the discomfort, you swiftly reached into your bag, retrieving a handcrafted gift. With a warm smile, you extended it towards him, presenting a meticulously made jar adorned with an array of motivational letters nestled within.

"I hope this gift brings you solace during challenging times. Please accept it as a token of my support," you offered, your smile conveying genuine care and empathy. Taeyong's countenance softened further as he reciprocated your gesture, accepting the gift graciously.

In that moment, Taeyong found you endearing. Though your question had touched upon personal territory, he didn't mind sharing his feelings with you. Moreover, he couldn't help but notice the beauty of your voice, envisioning the possibility of incorporating your screams into his musical compositions. Little did you know, Taeyong had already marked you as his next prey, his twisted mind reveling in the prospect of capturing your terror.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: I apologize for stopping early. I just wanted to see if anyone was still going to read ‘Lovesick’ after I halted the release for 2 years TT feel free to make suggestions for the fic <3

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taey0ngsvape · 1 year

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everything has changed - taeyong

“you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours”

pairing: taeyongxreader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.4k

contains: reader uses she/her pronouns, best friend mark, pining taeyong, getting together, reader’s love language is physical touch, kissing, tooth rotting fluff

summary: taeyong has admired you for as long as he can remember, but as his feelings for you change, he knows that he can’t keep them hidden anymore.

Taeyong watches your head fall back as you laugh at something Mark just said. A small smile plays onto his lips as your shoulders shake from the force of your laughter.

He loves your laugh. He loves everything about you actually, but your laugh was the first thing he really noticed after he first met you. Mark had been the one to introduce the two of you and from that first day, Taeyong thought you were beautiful and funny and kind, and his feelings for you had only intensified since then as he got to know you better.

He likes spending time with you and Mark, because Mark was your best friend and he knew how to make you laugh. Sure, Taeyong wishes he could be the one making you laugh, but as long as he gets to see the joyful expression on your face, he doesn’t really mind.

You turn to him, a wide smile on your face and his breath hitches. You look absolutely radiant and the way you’re looking at him is full of such fondness that it makes his stomach flip. “What do you think Tae?” you ask.

“About what?” he asks, because he hasn’t actually been paying attention to the conversation for at least five minutes now.

You playfully roll your eyes. “Are you even listening?”

“Yes!” Taeyong says defensively.

“Well, we were talking about whether Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle is better than Chihiro from Spirited Away. I think we’ve come to the conclusion that Sophie is considerably less annoying.”

“Chihiro was only a kid,” Taeyong points out. “Sophie had like… life experience.”

“But if you had to choose,” you say.

Taeyong shrugs. “I pick both.”

“See! I told you,” Mark says and immediately you turn back to him, continuing the conversation (that was really more of an argument). It was lighthearted and full of laughter and Taeyong is more than content to watch two people he loves enjoy each other’s company.

Eventually, Mark has to leave, so Taeyong walks you back to your apartment. You loop your arm through his, something he’s become used to over the months you’ve known each other. You tend to be touchy with others, especially your friends. Every time you walk together, you’re always holding onto him in some way, whether it be resting your hand on his arm or intertwining your fingers.

“Are you okay?” you ask, looking up at Taeyong, who has been deep in thought ever since you started the walk.

“Of course,” he says, like it’s a reflex. And it is true for the most part, except for the fact that he’s helplessly in love with you and has been for a while now, which is something he can never tell you. He can’t lose you, because as much as he’s attracted to you, you’re his friend first and he can’t imagine his life without you.

“You just seemed a little… out of it, I guess,” you say. “You’re thinking about something. What is it?”

Taeyong doesn’t meet your eyes, afraid that if he does he’ll spill everything. “It’s nothing,” he says.

You sigh softly. “You know you can talk to me right? I’m your friend.”

And that’s the problem, he thinks to himself. You’re his friend and that’s it.

“I want to help. Just let me into that pretty head of yours,” you say and his cheeks flush at the word ‘pretty.’

“It’s nothing,” he says gently. “Don’t worry about me.”

He slings an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. You lean into his touch and he can’t help but feel like this is right. This is how it’s supposed to be.

But it’s not.

And that’s the problem.

He resists telling Mark until the last possible moment. He’s perfectly fine with keeping his feelings to himself, but eventually he can’t bottle them up anymore. He needs someone to talk to and there’s no one better than Mark, who’s not only his friend, but yours as well. If anyone is going to understand why Taeyong loves you so much, it’s Mark.

“Is everything alright?” is the first thing Mark asks him when they meet up to talk. All Taeyong had told him ahead of time was that he needed someone to talk to and that he trusted Mark the most.

“It’s nothing bad,” Taeyong assures quickly. “But I need you to promise that you’re going to keep this to yourself. This is something really personal and I don’t want anyone else knowing about it.”

“Of course dude,” Mark says. “This is your business, no one else’s.”

Taeyong smiles. “Thank you.”

Mark waits patiently as Taeyong gathers his thoughts, figuring out what he’s going to say, but in the end it proves to be completely futile because he just ends up blurting out, “I’m in love with (y/n).”

Mark looks a little surprised at first, so Taeyong keeps talking. “I have been for a while now. She’s just… I mean you know her better than anyone. You know that she’s kind and sweet. You know that she makes people laugh and can brighten anyone’s day. You already know that she’s loveable. And falling in love with her was easy. And now I don’t know what to do.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Mark says, and he offers Taeyong a smile. “And for the record, this makes me really happy. I love you and I love (y/n) and I’m glad you love her too.”

Taeyong mirrors Mark’s smile and looks down at his lap.

“You know,” Mark laughs, “Before I introduced you, I was afraid you weren’t going to get along. And I love both of you so much and I was so scared that you weren’t going to like each other. So personally, this is like… the best possible outcome.”

“Aside from the fact that she only sees me as a friend,” Taeyong points out.

“Have you told her how you feel?” Mark asks. Taeyong shakes his head. “Then how do you know that?”

Taeyong gives him a look that says, come on man, be serious. “She asked me what was going on the other day and told me I could tell her anything because we’re friends. She only sees me as a friend.”

Mark looks at him sympathetically. “I think you should tell her man. There’s no real way to know unless you do.”

Taeyong shakes his head. He can’t.

Unfortunately for him, things don’t go as planned. As he falls harder, deeper, he quickly realizes that he can’t keep living like this. He can’t keep watching you laugh while not being able to pull you into his arms. He can’t keep looking at you as you smile at him while not being able to close the space between you and feel your lips against his own.

Which is new. Sure, the thought of kissing you had crossed his mind a few times, but recently it’s become all he can think about. You own what seems like 30 different chapsticks, all of them flavored differently and he wants to taste every one. He wants to cup your face in his hands and bring your lips to his, kissing you until he’s out of breath. Recently, it’s the only thing he wants.

So he tells Mark.

“You should talk to her soon,” he says. “You know she’s going home for a month in like... two weeks. I don’t mean to pressure you, but the clock is ticking.”

Which is how Taeyong ends up on your doorstep not even two hours later. He thought about buying flowers, but figured that was too much.

Once he knocks, he’s only waiting for a few seconds before the lock clicks and the door opens. You peek out and when you see him standing there you smile. Opening the door, you step aside so he can enter your apartment.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” you say, making your way over to the couch and patting the cushion next to you, beckoning him to come and sit down.

“I need to tell you something,” Taeyong says, cutting right to the chase. The butterflies in his stomach are going wild and he’s avoiding your gaze. He isn’t sure he can look at you when he says it, too afraid of your reaction. A look of disappointment, rejection. He’s not sure he could take it.

“Okay,” you say, and you put your hand on his knee, the smallest of touches but it makes him feel warm all over. “What is it?”

Taeyong opens his mouth, and then closes it again.

“I don’t have to give you the ‘you can always trust me’ talk again, right? You know you can tell me anything. I’m here to listen to your problems because I’m your friend.”

Taeyong sighs. “That is the problem.”

You go quiet for a moment before asking, “What do you mean?”

“You’re my friend,” he says. “Just my friend. But I… I can’t help myself. I just wish you were more.”

“More?” you ask softly, and finally, he looks at you.

For a moment, he’s breathless. You look the same as you do every day, hair a little messy, wearing a big t-shirt that’s probably Mark’s, but you look beautiful to Taeyong. And he knows he’s helplessly in love with you. He can’t keep pretending that he isn’t.

So he says it. “I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t lean away from him or reject him, at least not immediately.

“I wanted to keep it to myself. I didn’t—I don’t—want to ruin our friendship. But every time I see you I just… I wish you were mine. And I can’t keep thinking like this without telling you how I feel.”

“Tae…”

“You don’t have to like me back. You don’t owe me anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel. And I’m sorry if this ruins things between us, but I hope it doesn’t because first and foremost, I like being your friend.”

“I like being your friend too,” you say. “But I’d like to be more too. I want to be yours. If you’ll have me.”

Taeyong is so surprised that he sits there shocked for a second, unable to speak. But once your words sink in he can’t stop himself from breaking into a wide smile. “I’d love that,” he says. “I’ll be yours for as long as you want me.”

You break into an identical smile. “I can’t see the future, but I imagine I’ll want you for a very long time.”

He blushes, and before he can back out, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering him, you lean over and press your lips against his. It’s just a quick peck, testing the waters. He doesn’t even realize it’s happening until it’s already over, and it isn’t enough. Almost instantly, he’s cupping your cheeks in his hands and pulling you back to him, kissing you tenderly, much deeper than before.

It’s everything he imagined and more. He swipes his tongue over your lower lip and is met with the faint taste of strawberries. Your lips part, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, and it takes everything in him not to groan into the kiss. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

When you break apart, you’re both breathless and Taeyong doesn’t let go of you, instead gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“You are so beautiful,” he tells you because he can. He can tell you all the things he’s been thinking all these months.

You smile at him. “So are you. Sometimes it takes my breath away,” you admit.

He laughs. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

When he lets go of you, you snuggle into his side and almost instinctively he wraps an arm around you, holding you close to him. It feels so right and he loves it.

“Wanna watch something?” you ask.

“Sure,” he says. “You pick.”

“Only if you promise not to complain.”

“Then you better pick something good,” he teases.

As you scroll through various options he presses a kiss to the top of your head and smiles to himself, his heart filled with love.

Two weeks later, he’s at the airport with you, waiting at the gate for you to board your flight. You’ve been holding his hand for the past hour and he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb gently while you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

As your boarding group is called, you stand up and stretch. Taeyong stands and pulls you into his arms. For a few seconds, all you do is stand in each other’s embrace and Taeyong presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says, unafraid to admit it.

“I’ll miss you too,” you say with a soft smile. “But I’ll text you every day and call you as often as I can. It’s only a month.”

Taeyong sighs, looking at you.

“It’ll be over before you know it,” you tell him and as you smile, so does he.

You lean in pressing your lips to his and he rests his hands on your hips as you kiss. You break away before he wants to, but he knows you don’t have all the time in the world.

“I love you,” he says.

It just kind of slips out, but he doesn’t regret saying it. He means it. He loves you and has for a while.

For a moment, you’re stunned, before you smile and say, “I love you too.”

He smiles at you, brushing some hair out of your face.

He kisses you one more time before you give him one last hug and then grab your suitcase and head for the boarding tunnel. You wave goodbye and he waves back, waiting until you disappear around the corner.

Before turning to leave the airport, he sends you a text.

Text me when you land. I love you

As he’s leaving the airport doors, his phone buzzes and he glances down at the screen to a text from you.

I love you too

He smiles at the screen before slipping his phone back into his pocket, a sense of warmth filling his chest. You love him. And it’s a wonderful feeling.

#nct 127 fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 fic #nct127 fanfic #taeyong fanfic #taeyong fluff #taeyong fic #taeyong scenarios

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kiachiako · 2 years

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l.taeyong recs

a library of favorites <3 all creds to authors

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for the record | @lebrookestore 51.4k — When you’re presented with the opportunity to accompany the world’s hottest rock band, Cherry Bomb, on their latest tour for an article, you know it could be your chance at furthering your career and possibly acquiring a spot at the New York Times, every journalists dream. You strive to figure out the truth about all the rumours that seemed to hover around them, but you don’t anticipate are the extent of the lies involved, nor do you account for the charming front man.

doublure d’argent | @jaetaimjadore 48.2k — You’re the renowned founder and fashion designer of Argent, the luxury fashion label known best for its one too many silver linings across the world’s hottest runways. With New York Fashion Week around the corner and your latest collections fresh on the racks, you’re certain to have buyers grovelling at your star-studded heels. But when fake news spreads like a wildfire and your top model pulls out at the last minute, you’re left with no choice but to hire a wide-eyed stranger with an unusual penchant for toast.

favorite crime | @lebrookestore 30k — Best friends do almost everything together, especially one’s like you and Taeyong and that means you get to experience many firsts together, teaching each other things, but if there’s one thing that is needed to be taught, it’s that best friends aren’t meant to be lovers.

little taste of heaven | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | @taelme 23k — single parent taeyong!au, kindergarten teacher!y/n

[m] use me | @yutaholic 19.3k — You’ve had a crush on Taeyong, your brother’s best friend, for as long as you can remember, a crush made worse by the fact he’s completely off-limits. When Taeyong suddenly confesses you haven’t been alone in your feelings, you start sneaking around to be together, risking it all not to get caught.

[m] muse | @caiuscassiuss 18.8k — Safe: In all ways, you have always played it safe, never taking risks. However, your stagnant world is shaken up when abstract painter Lee Taeyong propositions to you in the middle of an art galley.

ritual | @neonun-au 18.5k — It’s the fall of 1974, the top artist on the charts is Eric Clapton, and you are in love with a boy that doesn’t know you exist. After being drawn in to his world of free love and free minds, you’re beginning to wish that that was still the truth. That his eyes and his hands never found you. You wish that none of this had ever happened.

sic semper tyrannis | @kabira 17.9k — The job was simple—infiltrate the ranks of the drug empire, collect enough intel for a raid, and get out all in a matter of months. Then Lee Taeyong—extortionist, right hand man, torturer supreme—enters the chessboard claiming he wants to help, and you’re taken on the wildest ride of your life.

when the shadow meets the light | @taeyongtime 15.7k — hufflepuff!taeyong x slytherin!reader, hogwarts!au

[m] hearts in halves | @bebetae 15.5k — He was your classmate, best friend, and intangible love. Taeyong is a certified player, moving between girls faster than the tears could fall down your face. You thought he’d never reciprocate your feelings, but Taeyong’s broken heart searched for anyone’s but yours, determined to keep his shattered pieces from piercing through yours, the one he wanted the most.

signal malfunction | @naptaemed 12k — the man in the suit. you’ve seen him almost every day for the past year without fail, taking the same train as you to and from work. he’s as ingrained into your daily routine as your daily morning coffee. you don’t even know his name– but he’s familiar to you, almost like a permanent fixture of your commute. until one day, he’s suddenly not there on the platform, and despite not even knowing the man, his absence throws your daily routine off balance.

flowers in your hair | @solarune 10.5k — what you know about your soulmate taeyong in the 6 years that you’ve known him: he has 6 tattoos but is already planning on getting 4 more, he loves his dog ruby very much, he has only ever shared his banana bread recipe with one person (you), his mom makes the best kimchi jjigae in the entire world, his favorite color is pink, and he is the man of your dreams. literally.what you don’t know about taeyong: what he looks like.what you know about the owner of the new flower shop across the street: he has light brown hair, he’s a caffeine addict (if his cousin donghyuck picking up coffee 5 days a week says anything about it), and he is your enemy by association (according to kun). what you don’t know about the florist: his name.

silver cufflinks | @taeyongtime 7.4k — escape artist!taeyong, circus!au

#taeyong #lee taeyong #nct #nct 127 #nct fic recs #taeyong fic recs #taeyong nct #taeyong imagines #taeyong au #taeyong fic

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ihaechans · 2 years

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FANTASY || Lee Taeyong

PAIRING ▸ Taeyong x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ roommates to lovers, smut, slight fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, mentions of blood (reader gets cut), BIG sexual tension, making out, dirty talk, dom!Taeyong, grinding, fingering (f), unprotected sex (don’t do it ya’ll...), slight dumbification, possessiveness, slight cum play, like one little scene with finger sucking, praise

SUMMARY ▸ Over and over again. The dreams of your roommate fucking you senseless keep reoccurring and there’s nothing you can do about it...well, maybe one thing but the issue is that Taeyong is too shy and timid to even hold a conversation with you longer than two minutes.

WORD COUNT▸ 2.5k

You jolt up out of your sleep for the second time this week, sweat along your hairline slowly making it’s way down your forehead. It was getting exhausting waking up every other night to uncontrollable sex dreams. Especially ones about your bashful roommate Taeyong.

Never in your life had you met a man so shy. Whenever the two of you made simple conversation around the house he would only give one word replies, which made your life ten times harder looking for lost items.

“Do you know where the remote went?”

“No.”

Your conversations were barely even conversations to say the least, which made you wonder how these vivid dreams even started. Obviously Taeyong was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that...but you never thought you had found him attractive to this extent. Every time you saw him innocently wandering around the apartment your mind would send flashbacks of the most recent dream you had, making your face unnecessarily red.

You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand and fling the covers off of yourself frantically. Your breathing is labored and your chest rises with each breath. You can hear the faint sound of the television playing some random show from the living room, the one Taeyong would always sit and watch at this hour probably thinking you were asleep since you never left your room after 1am.

Jumping out of bed, you leave your room in a hurry, taking the poor boy by surprise and practically making him jump out of his seat. “Oh...Y/n...” he states shyly, trying way too hard not to make eye contact with you for an uncomfortable amount of time. “A-are you okay? Your face is a little bit um- red.” It was a little concerning that he could tell your face was burning when the only lights on were the two lamps beside the couch and the dim light shining from the television.

You mentally applaud his attempt to make conversation, even with the awkward atmosphere that was taking place at the moment. Thinking back, you realize this is the most he has ever said to you besides the time when you two first met and he barely managed to get out a simple “Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Taeyong.”

“Oh, I’m fine, just a little hot is all. Just getting water then I’ll be out of your way.” You’re halfway across the kitchen when you remember you’re wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, your footsteps halt for a split second before picking up speed again.

You needed to hurry up and get back to your room before you embarrassed yourself any further.

Attempting to grab one of the glass drinking cups from the top shelf in a rush, your grasp around the cup slips and you end up breaking the glass and shards fly everywhere, one piece shallowly slicing your arm. Your roommate jumps into action immediately and rushes to your side.

“Are you okay?!” subconsciously, his hand is rubbing reassuring circles into your back, his other hand grabbing your arm to inspect the wound. “I’ll be fine Taeyong, It’s just a scratch. I can just get a band aid and Neosporin and It’ll be healed in a couple days.” you look up to realize this is the closest you two had ever been to each other, his face not too far from your own inspecting your bicep cautiously.

Taeyong looks up now, his eyes widening when he comprehends that you’re staring right at him. His heart starts picking up speed when he notices just how close the two of you are. “Um- I’ll just uh, get the first aid kit from the bathroom. Just sit on the couch... I’ll be right back.”

The shy boy scurries off down the short corridor, leaving you in the kitchen alone. You decide to follow his order and wait for him to come back patiently on the sofa, your eyes finding place on the tv. He was watching the show ‘Business Proposal’. You had heard things about it but never watched it for yourself. It was interesting to know Taeyong watched these types of shows, you took him as more of a ‘Vincenzo’ or ‘Sweet Home’ kind of guy.

“I’m back.” he announces, finding a spot next to you on the couch. He’s sitting so close you can feel his thigh touching your bare one while he searches through the first aid kit, another event tonight that kind of shocked you. You two had been living together for months and tonight was the most you ever spoke to each other, it was also the first time you two had any physical contact with each other.

His eyes are focused as he gets the supplies he needs before turning his body towards yours and grabbing your arm gently. “I- I just need to just clean around it first, hopefully this doesn’t hurt.” you nod as he does his work, silently admiring his beauty as his eyes are completely focused on your arm.

Soon enough, your cut is patched up and you thank your roommate for being so caring. His cheeks turn red at your kindness and he makes a horrible attempt at covering them with his hands, which you think is adorable. So adorable that you almost say it out loud.

His face is still near your arm and your thighs are still together, but the moment he tilts his head up and makes eye contact with you, he turns completely frozen, his eyes taking in all your beauty in the dim lighting. The tension between you two in this position was through the roof, his eyes dropping down to your lips and back up to your eyes again shyly.

“Y/n...” he breathes out.

“Shut up and kiss me.” Your lips seal against his before he can get out another word. The boy yelps in surprise but doesn’t pull away, his hands finding place on your waist and the back of your neck immediately. He holds you as if you’re made of the most fragile material, kissing you gently as he lays you back against the sofa.

When the two of you finally pull away he breathes heavily, “I’ve dreamed of this you know,” you say, “About how good you can fuck me.” You can hear his breath hitch when you finish speaking, his shorts now feeling incredibly tight around his crotch.

“Y/n... don’t talk like that...” he pleads, trying to wrap his head around the fact that you even thought of him like that. “It’s embarrassing...” he looks away from your face and his blush comes back even brighter this time around, his ears even turning pink.

You bring his face back down to your own to seal your lips again, more passion burning between the two of you this time. Now that Taeyong knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, there was nothing stopping him from getting what he needed. Taeyong grinds his hips down into your cunt and you gasp in surprise, slightly breaking away from the kiss for a moment.

His hand wraps around your throat to keep your lips on his while he grinds into you, getting more frantic as time passes by. Eventually his other hand leaves your waist and hikes up your shirt enough to see your chest on full display since you hadn’t worn a bra to bed. Taeyong pulls away and his eyes are full of lust.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

The growl in his voice has your pussy throbbing and leaking on the spot, the shock his words put you under written all over your face. “Fuck. Just do something already, please.” you beg, the feral look in his eyes and the way he was staring at you making you melt.

He moves his head down to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth while swirling his tongue around it. “Shit..” you moan breathlessly, your back slightly arching into his touch. You don’t even realize when he sneaks his hand in your panties, a surprised gasp leaving your lips when you feel him rubbing your clit.

“You like that hm?” he mumbles, lips barely moving away from your breast to speak. “Oh my god,” you groan, two of his fingers now entering you. You whine when his fingers fill you up, and Taeyong smirks cockily when he releases your nipple and sees how your body is reacting to his touches.

You were already a mess and he had barely even done anything. You bite back a moan when Taeyong dips his head in the crook of your neck, licking and sucking the sensitive area while making sure to leave dark marks there in the morning.

“Stop holding back baby. I wanna hear every little sound you make.” you release a strangled moan when he punctuates his words with a hard thrust of his fingers, curling them inside of you to find your sweet spot. He can tell he’s found it when your back arches against him and you’re practically gasping for breath, your moans picking up speed with every thrust.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna come,” you rasp. You can feel Taeyong smiling against your neck as he continues kissing, licking, and sucking the area, all while fingering you at a brutal pace. “Then come baby. Come all over my fingers.” trying to hide the desperation in his voice, he continues marking up your neck when you come, your pussy convulsing around his fingers while your body stutters uncontrollably.

Taeyong feels intoxicated with lust at the sight of you coming undone underneath him, he had always imagined this moment, happy you had finally made the first move so he didn’t have to face the possible chance of being rejected.

He removes his fingers from your pussy, his heated gaze staring straight at your core as he adores the way you were dripping with arousal and cum. Gathering as much wetness he could, he brings his fingers to his mouth, and your breathing short circuits when he licks around them, not stopping until his fingers are covered in nothing but his own saliva.

“I need you to fuck me Taeyong.” the raspiness of your voice sending chills down his spine. Silently, he throws off his shirt and not long after gets rid of shorts to present a large tent in his boxers. You stare in awe at his erection as Taeyong starts getting shy again with your constant staring. “I want you so bad, dreamt about this so many times. I’ll beg if I have to please just fuck me.”

Finally, he snaps.

“Just tell me if I’m too rough baby,” he says with genuine concern, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before slipping you panties all the way off your legs. In one swift movement, Taeyong is buried inside of you. He’s bigger than you had originally thought, which made you whine when he tried to move out of you to thrust back in with force.

He gives a few light thrusts, making sure you adjust well before pounding into you sharply. You whine and mewl with every harsh thrust into you. Taeyong had barely started fucking you and yet, he easily was at the top of the leaderboard of every guy you had ever fucked.

“More... ‘so good.” you slur your words as if your drunk.

“Yeah? I fuck you good right? Better than anyone else.” He says as he pulls your legs over his shoulders, hitting a new spot that makes your jaw slack and mind go blank. “Has my baby has gone stupid already?” he teases, simply just thrusting even harder when you don’t reply.

His cock is buried so deep inside you that you moan and dig crescent shaped dents into the skin covering his back. Taeyong was just as lost in the moment as you, the feeling of your velvety walls tightening around making him choke back a moan.

“Fuck-” you shriek, your eyes rolling back into your head when he hits a particular spot over and over. “No one can fuck you as good as me right baby?” he moans, the possessive words turning you on even more. Never in all of your sex dreams about this man had you imagined him to speak so dirty, but the fact he could simply make you wet with his words had you absolutely floored.

"Oh- god" you whisper shakily. His hands holding onto your hips guiding a rough pace, the sound of skin slapping with your small moans could be heard throughout the room, maybe even from next door.

You looked so good with your chest bouncing and your hair all messy. You looked good with small sheen of sweat on your skin and your lips swollen, he was addicted to the sight. “So fucking pretty. My pretty girl,” he groans, “All mine.”

“Yes...” you whimper, “All yours Taeyong.”

Your thighs are practically shaking at the feeling of Taeyong thrusting into you so harshly, pleasure taking over your body as he pounds you into oblivion. He brings your lips together in another passionate kiss while he becomes sloppy and rougher with every passing second. You could feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach growing and waiting to be released.

"Oh fuck" you gasp as the feeling of release comes closer "That’s in princess, come on my cock like a good girl," he coos at you while pulling your hips into his harder than before, tipping you over the edge as your walls clench around him repeatedly.

Taeyong groans at the feeling of your walls pulsing around his cock, the pleasure of being wrapped in your tight cunt becoming too much to bear. “I’m close... where do you want my cum baby?” he asks desperately, the sentence coming out a bit harsh due to the strain in his voice.

“Inside, I’m on the pill it’s fine,” you mewl weakly. A few more thrusts, slow, precise, and deep have your toes curling and sending the man above you into an orgasm struck trance. "Fuck you feel so good" he groans as his hands rub against your tits gently.

The two of you lay there breathing heavily in silence for a while, both unsure of what to say about the event that had just occurred between the two of you. “I’m sorry if I got a little bit carried away...” Taeyong murmurs, once again reverting back to his sheepish personality. You don’t answer for a moment, just simply running your hands through his soft hair.

“I mean, you were rough but I liked it so it was fine,” you tease, earning a scoff from Taeyong. “Just fine? Not even good? Wow that hurt Y/n.” he replies, a cute little smile growing on his face as the tension starts to disappear.

Taeyong finally pulls out, and you can feel his cum starting to drip from your cunt. “We should uh- get cleaned up...” obviously looking a bit distracted by what was going on between your legs. “Or we can go another round?” you joke, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him tight against you.

“Maybe I should take you on a date first?” he suggests hopefully, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I’ve always wanted to get to know you a bit more but I was too shy. So do we have a deal?”

“Deal.”

A/N: I haven’t written anything or posted anything for a while and I’m genuinely so sorry for that. It’s been rough lately but at least I finished this for you guys! I’m hoping I can write more things like this for you guys in the future. I hope you like it and if you see any grammatical or spelling errors... no you didn’t. <3 Thank you for reading and for supporting me I love you so much!

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gimmehyuck · 1 year

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lungs like a garden series

✿ series synopsis.

hanahaki.

the disease everyone has heard of.

the one that doctors only know how to treat by one surgery or one returned confession.

no other cure.

everyone has heard of it. but what’s less spoken of… is how it feels to simultaneously be both in love and in pain.

the question is in the end… will it always be worth it?

✿ genres. strangers to lovers // friends to lovers // enemies to lovers // friends to lovers

✿ warnings. angst // fluff // possible? smut? // mentions of dying/death // sickness // vomiting (of flowers) // tags will be more detailed for each story, these are the general ones for all // synopsis of each story may change/evolve as i continue to write them lol

✿ something to note: each story is connected but can be read alone!

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✿ to drown in you | n.jm (coming soon)

“i’m… i’m scared.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you. nothing will happen if i’m here.”

✿ summary. jaemin didn’t think twice about diving in to the water to save you, you needed his help (but couldn’t ask).

he also didn’t think twice about the befriending you and helping you out of a tough situation, you wanted his help (but wouldn’t ask).

and he definitely didn’t think twice about falling in love with you, he didn’t need any help in doing so (but he should’ve asked, it would have made things easier).

✿ pairing. swimmer!jaemin x yn

✿ words. est 10k+

✿ genre. strangers to lovers… or is it?

✿ warnings. angst!!!, fluff!!!, mentions of dying/death, vomiting (of flowers), yn is in a toxic relationship at the beginning, eventual smut, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ denialism at its finest | l.jn

“i don’t think falling in love is all that bad.”

“i do, and i refuse to do it.”

✿ summary. there were a lot of things that jeno was sure of. for example, he was sure that his schools hockey team would win the championship (not just because he was the captain). he was sure that he had a job to go to once he graduated (that he’d absolutely hate because it had nothing to do with his major). lastly, he was absolutely sure that he’d never fall in love, and he definitely wasn’t in love with you…

(reality hit him at the same time the petals hit his palm.)

✿ pairing. hockey player!jeno x yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. maybe friends to ???

✿ warnings. angst, fluff, jeno is generally in denial, mentions of dying/death, mentions of vomiting (of flowers), divorced parents?? if that needs to be warned, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ distance between us | l.ty

“what didn’t you realize until now?”

“how much it hurts to love you.”

✿ summary. taeyong was oblivious, he had to be (or so you thought). there was simply no way he had to know how you felt about him (could he..?). and for a long while, you were content feeling the butterflies in the pit of your stomach (the feeling made you giddy). but then the butterflies changed into petals… and the petals changed the meaning of it entirely (the feeling made you sick).

your innocent crush, what you thought were simple feelings… it had changed somehow.

(and it hurt.)

✿ pairing. brothers best friend?taeyong x yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. friends to ???

✿ warnings. fluff?, angst!!, minor age gap (not by much), taeyong is a bit… what’s the word… he leads yn on kinda?, vomiting (of flowers), mentions of blood (it’s roses what do you expect), more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ biology of love | q.kn

“why do you push people away like that? it’s cruel.”

“what’s truly cruel is when they leave.”

✿ summary. kun knew how to be friendly, he swore he did (you can ask anyone). he was friendly to everyone who worked on his floor, (maybe a little distant but never unkind). he was well liked but his friend circle was limited, (he didn’t mind that). until you came along, someone who seemed to hate his very existence; you were the new doctor on the floor, he had been a nurse working there for two years (seniority counts somehow, right?).

he truly didn’t care if you had friends or not, or if you were just always miserable, he couldn’t care less… (but then why did seeing you slowly getting sick bother him?)

✿ pairing. nurse!kun x doctor!yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. enemies to lovers… possibly?

✿ warnings. angst, fluff, age gap (a bit more than a couple years), mentions of death/dying, mentions of vomiting (of flowers), discussions of what comes next and the existential crisis that follows, yn is Cold because Sad (that she says is ambition)™, possible? smut?, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ falling for the sun (you) | l.dh

“why are you acting this way?”

“i’ve realized i’m like icarus. i’ve loved the sun’s warmth so much, but now it’s only killing me.”

✿ summary. you can pinpoint the moment you wanted to study psychology as a career to the moment you walked into your high school class (thanks to your best friend that agreed to go to the same university as you). you can pinpoint the moment your life’s trajectory changed to the exact moment you met lee donghyuck, (you blamed it entirely on mark). you can even pinpoint where your major mistake in all this started (it was the moment you moved in).

what you couldn’t pinpoint, no matter how hard you tried, was the moment you officially fell in love with him (you only really found out after the first yellow petal appeared… and then you knew you were fucked).

✿ pairing. roommate!donghyuck x yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. best friend/roommates to ???

✿ warnings. angst!!!, fluff!!!, hyuck and yn argue a bit, hyuck is kind of a player??, mentions of death/dying, mentions of vomiting (of flowers), mentions of blood and choking (sunflowers are huge okay), eventual smut, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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tag list: @byungbyungbaek @ficrecnctskz @shwizhies

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saturnznct · 1 year

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dad!taeyong | insta posts 2

nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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kimbappykidding · 6 months

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After a long day of practice, you finally had the choreography nailed. So you grabbed your stuff and headed for the door. "Okay see you all later I'm off to meet Taeyong" you called to your Twice members and most of the girls waved but Jihyo looked at you and asked "again?". Sana immediately started trying to change the subject but you felt justified and wanted to defend yourself. "His sister's moving houses, I'm just helping that's all" you replied and Jihyo raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "Text us so we know you're safe" Nayeon called and you nodded.

In all fairness, when you broke up with a guy you didn't usually help his sister move houses but then again you and Taeyong hadn't really done breaking up properly.

You drove to Taeyong's sister's house and Heejin opened the door in a very flustered state. "Y/n thank you so much you saved my life!" she cried taking the bin bags from your hand which you'd brought on a whim and you laughed "yeah I figured you can never have too many spares. Are these the boxes all ready to go?". Heejin nodded "yeah I thought I'd be ready to come with you but there's so much stuff". You laughed "don't worry I'm free all evening so take as long as you want" you smiled and she hugged you "you're literally my angel! Taeyong's waiting for you at my new house". You nodded "I'll drop all the stuff with him and then come back for you?". Heejin nodded "sounds great!" and helped you load up your car. Within what felt like no time you were outside Heejin's new house and saw a cute boy in the doorway.

Taeyong of course.

Taeyong waved when he saw your car and you pulled onto the driveway and waved back. "Hey, thanks again for helping my sister" Taeyong said and you nodded "no worries, Heejin did promise you'd buy me food though". Taeyong grinned "of course, after we're done we can do whatever you want" and if that wasn't motivation you didn't know what was.

Taeyong helped you unload your car and you were just about to text Heejin that you were on your way back when she called saying her parents had shown up and were bringing her instead. You nodded telling her it was fine but Taeyong could tell from your tone of voice something was up. "What's wrong?" he asked and you looked down "your parents are bringing Heejin". Now it was Taeyong's turn to become uncomfortable but he pretended to play it off.

Taeyong laughed and looked at you "Y/n it will be fine". "Are you sure? Won't they wonder why I'm here?" you asked. "No!" Taeyong said "they know we're friends". "They do?" you asked and Taeyong paused "well I've never actually told them we are but I never said we're not either". You sighed "maybe I should just go" but Taeyong grabbed your hand "Y/n I promise they won't say anything to you" he tried to reassure you but it didn't work. "Yeah maybe not to me but the second I leave you and Heejin are in for tons of questions and I can save us both the trouble of explaining what we are if I just go now so apologise to Heejin for me?". Taeyong frowned "I don't think you have to go anywhere but you're also not obliged to stay. You're literally doing Heejin a favour so don't apologise...how about we still meet for food? I'll only be like an hour longer". "You sure?" you asked and Taeyong nodded "I promised to treat you and I want to" he said flirtily before he seemed to realise what he was doing. Taeyong still had your hand in his and he dropped it awkwardly. "So erm I'll see you there in an hour and text me if there are any changes?" you asked stepping away. Taeyong nodded "see you then" and waved.

So you nipped home, changed and didn't receive any abort text from Taeyong so headed to the restaurant. You asked the waiter for a table for 2 and told him your friend would be here soon. You'd brought a book and so were happily reading and missed all the SOS texts Taeyong was sending you. You didn't even realise there was a crisis until the door to the restaurant went. You smiled seeing Taeyong and waved...only to spot his parents behind him.

"Y/n?" his mom asked spotting you "is that you?". You nodded "Mr and Mrs Lee! It's so nice to see you" you said bowing but they pulled you into a hug. "You too dear we haven't seen you since...well since the breakup" Taeyong's mum said whispering the b-word and you practically felt Taeyong cringe. "Of all the restaurants we come into imagine you being in this one!" she laughed "and you didn't want us to eat here" she said to Taeyong "it must be a nice restaurant if Y/n's here, she always had excellent taste". So Taeyong had been desperately trying to get them away from here and of course his parents couldn't be persuaded otherwise. You made eye contact with Taeyong to try to tell him it was okay but his parents jolted you back into reality. "Are you with friends?" Taeyong's dad asked "you were sat at that table there right?" he asked. You looked to Taeyong wondering how to explain it before nodding "erm, yeah well I was meant to but they cancelled so I'm all alone!" you said hoping they wouldn't grow suspicious you were meeting Taeyong here but the opposite happened. "Oh you poor dear, you must eat with us!" Taeyong's mum said and you both jumped. "Mum she doesn't have to!" Taeyong said while you argued "I couldn't possibly intrude on a family meal" but she was having none of it and you found yourself sitting next to Taeyong across from his parents.

Once you'd all ordered the questions began. "So Y/n are you seeing anyone?" Taeyong's mum asked and Taeyong stiffened and groaned. "I'm not" you replied and his mom nodded "lucky for you huh Taeyong?". "Mom please me and Y/n don't want to discuss this!". "Why not?" his mother asked "your single and I just thought you might like to know Y/n is too". "So how's your work been?" you asked changing the subject and Taeyong's mum smiled at you "see that is why I always liked you best out of all his girlfriends". "You say that like I've had tons" Taeyong complained "I've had 3". "No you haven't, what about all those ones in school?" his dad asked and Taeyong rolled his eyes "dad I was like 9! Those don't count" and you couldn't help but smile at the family bickering. You'd kind of missed it.

As the conversation continued though your happiness faded. Taeyong's mum caught you up on all the family news you'd missed and even though it'd been less than a year since you and Taeyong broke up so much had happened. "There so much to tell you" Taeyong's mum said as the bill came and she still hadn't updated you on everything. "You must come around for dinner sometime" she said and Taeyong shook his head "mum Y/n doesn't want to do that plus it's odd". "How is it odd?" his mother asked and Taeyong shook his head "because you're inviting my ex around for dinner!". "But she doesn't know all the family news!" his father argued and Taeyong nodded "yeah that usually happens when you break up so please just leave her alone". You looked down uncomfortable and Taeyong's parents picked up on that and apologised before leaving.

5 minutes later Taeyong reappeared after giving his parents some excuse to double back "hey I'm so sorry for that" he said all smiles "I had to lay it on pretty thick but they finally backed off". "It's okay" you said "they were just being friendly". "Yeah a little too friendly, I think they were more upset than me when we broke up" he joked. You found that a little hurtful but knew Taeyong didn't mean anything by it. Taeyong realised you weren't laughing and paused "Y/n are you okay?". You nodded "yeah it's just been a weird day...". Taeyong nodded "well how about we head back to mine and have that relaxing evening? We can get snacks and curl up in front of the tv?" he asked "it's the least I can do to make things up to you". He was looking at you with those big eyes so you nodded and took his hand.

You had a nice evening with Taeyong, a really nice one but they always were and that just made you feel worse. When you first started this you'd felt guilty too. The two of you broke up and then 3 months later slept together again. You'd been missing Taeyong and he'd missed you. You'd broken up because of circumstance, nothing more and so when you bumped into each other in a bar it was bound to happen. The next morning you left cursing your lack of logic only for it to happen the next week and the next. Eventually, Taeyong just asked if you wanted something open together. It was clear you both still wanted each other and you agreed. That was 4 months ago now and you'd never thought it would go on for this long. You figured you or Taehyun would meet someone and break it off but no. You just kept meeting up and you loved every time you spent together but felt miserable when you left because you knew this was pointless and wasn't helping either of you.

Soon you found yourself in a similar situation with Taeyong and even after today couldn't resist him. This worried you and you had only one thing on your mind as you lay in bed together. "Taeyong what are we doing?" you asked and he smiled at you. "Have you forgotten already? Do you need a refresher?" he asked coming to kiss you but you shook your head "you know what I mean". "The restaurant got to you didn't it? Just ignore my parents' questions Y/n and I only said those things to get them to back off that's all" he said and you sighed "it wasn't just today that's making me question this Taeyong, I've been wondering it for a while. This is not what exs do". "I know!" he said laying on his back "I know it's weird and odd but that doesn't make it bad does it?" he asked turning towards you "it certainly doesn't feel bad". "Doesn't it?" you asked "do you come away each time more confused and upset?" you asked. "This is upsetting you?" Taeyong asked and you paused "I don't know maybe? I always feel sad because there's no stability or future in this. It's something I know I shouldn't be doing but I do anyway". Taeyong frowned "I thought we were happy". "I am happy when I'm with you" you said "but now I see this is just an old habit. One I need to break if I'm ever going to move forwards" you said "I'll never get over you like this Taeyong and I have to get over you". Taeyong nodded "okay if that's what you want then this ends here. I'll drop you off at your house tomorrow and won't call you up again". You shook your head "I can't stay here wrapped up with you tonight" and Taeyong sighed "why? Can't we just have one last night together? To say goodbye properly?" he asked "get some closure". The truth was you loved sleeping in his arms and if it really was over after tonight you didn't see why you should withhold one last night from him. "Fine" you said caving and rolled back into his arms.

"I'm sorry" Taeyong said a while later when you were both exhausted and ready for sleep "for how things worked out between us. You know I'd have changed things if I could've don't you?" Taeyong said and you nodded "I know...but there's no use thinking about that. Let's just go to sleep?". Taeyong nodded and tightened his grip on you "night Y/n" he said kissing your temple. "Night Taeyong" you replied and fell asleep. When you woke up hours later and Taeyong was asleep you quietly gathered your stuff and slipped out.

You and Taeyong had broken up after being together for 2 and a half years. You'd been friends before that and all your members were thrilled when you finally went on your first date because it was so clear you liked one another. Things were good at first but the bigger your groups got the more responsibility Taeyong had the less you saw him. It got to the stage where every plan had to be organised multiple months in advance and even then there was no guarantee it would happen. So many dates were cancelled because Taeyong was called into the studio last minute or a session went on for hours longer than expected. He'd come to yours so late you were either falling asleep or already asleep in bed. Eventually, you got sick of seeing Taeyong asleep more than you did awake and you had a frank discussion about your future. Taeyong couldn't make any promises that this would get better and so you ended it just like that. You were a little shocked because you thought Taeyong might fight a little more. You expected him to offer to talk to his managers or try and put in professional boundaries...anything to prevent losing you but he didn't. He didn't even offer and so that's why you didn't want to discuss his apology or how he "didn't want this to happen". The breakup and work schedule hadn't been his fault but he hadn't tried to help either. You knew he was super busy at work and had so much pressure on him but didn't he love you like he said?

Taeyong woke up in the middle of the night and reached for you but blinked his eyes open as he felt nothing. He quickly realised you'd skipped out and turned over with a sigh. There had been a few times over the past month when you'd both questioned this and how wise it was. You'd told him it was the last time a lot at first but this time it felt different. The look in your eye was very serious and your tone of voice was so disappointed and sad. Of course, Taeyong wasn't happy to lose you again but what could he do? Dating didn't work and this wasn't working for you. So he just had to let you go but as he turned over and tried to go back to sleep that thought didn't make him feel any less alone. He'd felt alone ever since you'd broken up.

Taeyong had seen it coming. The late nights and constant travel had cost many of the members their relationships and they'd all marvelled and his bond with you, that it was strong enough to withstand this. Taeyong knew the two of you were strong but how could anyone cope with not having a proper in-person conversation with their partner for weeks? So when you sat him down that night he didn't try and fight it. He just agreed and got his stuff out of your apartment as quickly as he could so as not to inconvenience you. You deserved better and he wanted you to go out there and find it! However, when he saw you that night weeks later and you said you wanted him he was only human. He knew now dating wouldn't work for him and the only girl he got butterflies for was you. So he crumbled and was very happy to be with you again in any form. He knew it wasn't going to help either of you progress but he missed you and so he didn't care about that. But it mattered to you and in a way he was proud. Maybe now one of you would finally be happy.

When you got home your members read your expression and knew something was up. So you explained it to them all and they rushed to comfort you. "You know I think you're doing the right thing" Jeongyeon said and you looked at her "yeah?". "Totally! It might suck now but it's worth it" Chaeyoung said and as the others agreed you looked to Jihyo who was suspiciously quiet. "What do you think?" you asked her "you always knew it was going to end like this" you said and a tear escaped from your eye. Jihyo reached up and wiped it away "I always worried it was but Y/n the girls are right. You've taken control and this is how things will get better and we'll all be here with you every step of the way". "You will?" you asked and Nayeon laughed "of course we will!". "There's no way we're letting you go through this alone" Mina said and Tzuyu nodded "we're all here for you Y/n". That made you tear up all over again so Dahyun started dancing to make you happy and soon had you all laughing.

Your members really were the best, they did everything in their power to make sure you were okay. Nayeon and Sana slept on either side of you so you didn't feel alone at night. Dahyun and Jihyo were always by your side during the day and hyped you up whenever they could. Mina made sure to make you breakfast every day so you were eating and Momo shared her food with you too because she knew you liked her cooking and also wanted to make sure you were eating. Tzuyu gave you lots of cuddles and Chaeyeong sent you all the funny videos she could. Jeongyeon would send you sweet texts throughout the day and remind you she was thinking of you. All the girls spent more time at home with you and cancelled plans to hang out together. You realised you weren't alone and felt so supported. So in such a loving environment 2 months later you were feeling a lot better...even enough to consider dating again.

You'd always gotten along with BTS' Suga. You were a producer having produced several tracks for Twice yourself. You loved singing but also adored being in the studio and that's how you met Suga. A few years ago you'd been taking a class at a high-end studio when you bumped into him working at the studio. You started chatting and told Suga why you were there. When he realised you were trying to become a producer he put you in contact with some people who really helped you. They were friends of Suga's so the two of you started seeing each other more and more. You became a pretty good producer and Suga appreciated talent or more accurately he found it attractive. You and Suga had been flirting ever since you met but nothing ever happened because of Taeyong. Even though you weren't dating, you had never wanted to date anyone else because you figured it would all get messy. So you'd picked Taeyong even though he wasn't a viable option but now that was over. So the next time you saw Suga you tested the waters and got a good response. He was just as flirty as ever and so you decided to shoot your shot.

As you were both leaving the studio you turned to Suga. "So I was wondering, would you maybe want to go out sometime?" you asked "like on a date?". Suga's eyes widened and you worried you'd completely misread this whole thing but then he smiled. "Yeah that'd be nice" he agreed "there's this cool bar I've been hearing about and I think you'd be the perfect person to take to it". "Really?" you asked "and why is that?". "Well because you're cool, chill and fun" Suga said "you're not stuck up or rude". You smiled "well what a coincidence I don't think you're stuck up or rude either!" you said making Suga chuckle. "So how about I text you when I'm free and we can go from there?" you asked and Suga nodded "sounds great, I'll be waiting for that text" and with a last smile he left.

After Suga had gone you realised you felt jittery and nervous and that made you excited! The idea of going out with Suga wouldn't have made you feel this way if you didn't care about it. It showed other guys could make you feel this way too and that you weren't as hopeless as you thought. The girls were so excited when you told them and you felt like you were making some good progress to get over Taeyong.

Maybe there was life after Taeyong?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

I hope you enjoyed my first Taeyong post! I remember when I first saw Taeyong I thought he was the most beautiful man ever in that he had such delicate gorgeous features and he reminds me of Ateez's Yeonsang in that respect. I still think he's absolutely stunning hence this angsty post.

This will be a two part series and part two is available here.

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How they react when they realize they've fallen in love pt. 2

Taeyong:

There's something extra pretty about your smile on this particular day.

He kisses your cheek as you both wait for the light to turn green and you look at him, "Thank you for that," You say sweetly.

He's always been a bit on the cold side but lately, he's been just the opposite. He's been affectionate and clingy, attentive and soft.

"Hold my hand?" he asks as the light changes and he begins driving.

"Of course, baby," You take his free hand in yours and he squeezes it gently.

"You know I love you, right?" he says casually. Like it's not a big deal- like he just told you the weather for today.

"I know... and you know that I love you, right?" You reply.

"I know it like I know my name." He says with a satisfied smile.

Yuta:

It bothered him that you implied that he only liked you for the sex.

It drove him crazy beyond words so he just stopped asking for it. Which in turn drove you crazy.

"Hey... uh... is something wrong?" You ask on your way home from a date.

"Huh?" he grunts as he glances over you. He's obviously playing dumb and he's just as bad at it.

"We haven't had sex in a month. What the hell is the problem? Obviously, it's not me because, like..." you gesture to your outfit then cup your boobs before pointing to your face, "Look at me."

He chuckles and reaches over to squeeze your thigh for the times in what feels like a million lifetimes. You try to ease his hand up your dress but he pulls away and grips the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles whiten.

"Yuta, please tell me what's wrong. Please?" You press him softly.

"Remember when you said you wanted to wait until marriage and then a week later, we had sex and then it just kept spiraling and then last month you said that thing about how you wonder where we'll be in forty years?" he rushes out. He's obviously trying not to look at you.

"Um yes?" You say slowly. "Well, I don't want you to think I just like having sex with you because I plan on being around forty years from now. I'm not just using you to get off," he says and turns to look at you.

"So you gave yourself blue balls for what reason?" You ask incredulously.

He stares ahead for a moment,

"To prove that I love you."

You lean over and kiss his cheek, "Yuta, oh my God. Are your serious?" You chuckle.

He nods.

"I love you too, baby, but you didn't have to do that. I know you love me," You tell him. He sighs with relief and glances at you, "Do you really?" he presses.

"A billion percent, love. I promise," You say and bring his hand back to your thigh.

He doesn't pull away this time,

"So I can pull this fucking car over?"

You nod and watch a smile brightens his face.

Doyoung:

"I don't really care anymore, okay? I just don't. Do what you're gonna do," You sigh.

Doyoung shrugs, "If you don't care then why am I even here? I should just go then," he says and he's obviously angry.

You didn't know how to tell him that you didn't like the idea of him backpacking through Europe alone but you didn't want him to spend his break being bored at home with you either.

"Why is this even so important?" You yell. Your fingers twist at the hem of your t-shirt as you eye him.

"Because I thought it would be nice to spend some time with you and do something that neither of us have done before but I guess not. I'll just go on my own," he yells back.

"Well, who said I wanted to do that? You didn't even ask me- you just threw it on me and expected me to just smile and nod like it's something I wanna do and it's not." You shout as he gets up.

"You think I wanted to fucking go borough hopping in New York City last July? Eating nasty ass pizza or oversalted teriyaki sauces and weird ass Asian fusion dishes made by Staten Island white guys who love Asian food but don't fucking like Asian people?" he yells and his face is getting red.

"I had full-blown swamp ass walking through Manhattan streets in ninety degree weather! You know I hate the summer and you had me dying in that smoggy ass, muggy ass city and getting fucking robbed by that crackhead in Central Park because you wanted to take all of those damn pictures at two in the fucking morning! You think I wanted to do that shit?"

"You didn't want to?" You ask softly.

"No, Y/n, I didn't. The best part of that damn trip was that it made you happy," he sighs.

"Oh," You croak.

"Yeah," He sasses, "oh."

You feel stupid. How could you have not noticed?

"I do a lot of shit I don't like. That's what you're supposed to do when you love someone. Big City Greens is the dumbest fucking show I've ever seen but it makes you laugh so obviously it's also the greatest fucking show to ever exist," he says as he goes to leave the room.

He turns back to look you in the eyes,

"I do this shit because I love you and it's a hell of a lot easier to do a bunch of shit I hate with you then to do all the shit I love without you."

#doyoung #doyoung drabble #doyoung fic #taeyong #taeyong drabbles #taeyong fic #yuta #yuta drabble #yuta fic #nct #nct 127 #nct drabbles #nct 127 drabbles #neoculturecollectives #nct fluff #yuta fluff #doyoung fluff #taeyong fluff #nct 127 fluff

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only have eyes 42 | yeri, taeyong (m)

pairings: vampire yeri x fem black reader, vampire taeyong x fem black reader summary: it’s surprisingly easy to be seduced by two benevolent strangers who fill in the empty spaces of your life—especially when you have no clue of their true nature. genre: romance, vampire!au, 1800s!au word count: 4.3k warnings: mentions of traditional gender roles/pressures to get married. blood consumption. kissing. biting. sexual tension. no full smut but suggestive content so MDNI. virgin!reader i guess? taeyong’s kind of a simp. voyeurism/eavesdropping. more creep behavior from taeyong. did i unintentionally write sugar mommy!yeri? well. undercurrents of manipulation/deceit. yeri and taeyong are fake cousins. gonna very tentatively put infidelity here just in case, although yeri and taeyong are both in on everything that’s happening between them and y/n, so… a/n: this is a sequel of sorts to “steal you,” set a few years after the initial events, with a different MC…as the previous one is dead. i unintentionally retconned some things in the original fic while writing this, but whatever!

note that precise historical accuracy wasn't the aim here, since these are only vignettes/scenarios and not a full story (yet?)

there’s a lot of background context that’s not (explicitly) mentioned here, so i'm thinking of writing a larger fic for this? we'll see...this is really just self-indulgent bisexual thoughts lmao 🙃

Days spent running the dress shop with your mother and youngest sister are often hectic and occasionally slow, but rarely are they fun. At least not for you. The kind customers make up for the rude and impatient ones, but there is only so much smiling you can do when your mother’s friends and acquaintances keep stopping in to ask you Have you found a suitor yet? or I can still arrange a meeting for you with my son, if you’d like!

Both your sisters had already found husbands. Your middle sister married at 20, and you hardly see her anymore since she went to live with her husband’s family. The youngest married at 19, but her husband still allows her to keep working at the shop because of how much she enjoys it—and because all money she earns goes directly to him, of course.

With you being 24 and having already rejected more than one proposal from men you hardly knew, everyone has been breathlessly expecting you to follow suit. You try in vain to ignore their expectations. You aren’t sure you’ve ever felt any romantic love for another person before—not the way your sisters or others describe it—and though the mounting pressure vexes you, you are mostly okay with that reality. You can’t miss what you’ve never had.

Until, one day, a particular woman walks into the shop.

You haven’t seen her in the shop before, or anywhere else around the city, and you are certain she would’ve remained in your memory if you had.

Years from now, when you think back to how this inscrutable woman altered your life’s path, you’ll remember this first day so clearly—all because it was raining. It was not the type of bone-soaking downpour you’ve always hated, but a gentler shower.

A man accompanies the woman, carrying a delicate pink and white umbrella above her head as he opens the door for her. When she steps inside, some water droplets roll off the umbrella and onto her pinned-up black hair, making her shiver when they reach her neck and slide into her collar. That small motion makes you smile in amusement before you can stop yourself, and at the same time, you catch her eye. She takes your expression as a welcoming smile and returns the gesture.

With her smooth skin, perfectly curved Cupid’s bow, and captivating eyes, she is remarkably beautiful.

You do not know who the man is, just assuming him to be a servant by the way he is holding her things and attending to her, but you find your eyes also lingering on him, despite yourself. He has a nice side-profile reminiscent of one you’d see in a painting, with a sloping nose, a handsomely formed bone structure, and plump lips. The second thing you notice is that his clothes are of a higher-quality than many of the servants you see daily; maybe he isn’t one at all. You’d gotten so into the habit of making (usually correct) assumptions about the shop’s patrons.

“Good morning. Fine weather today, isn’t it?” you say with a laugh.

The man gives an answering chuckle. “If you like nearly being washed into the gutter, maybe.”

“You’re endlessly dramatic,” the woman comments, raising a gloved hand to check for any more water droplets in her hair. Even her small movements are graceful in a way that comes naturally.

“...So, how may I assist you?” you ask, giving them both your attention while trying to avoid seeming like you’re staring.

“My lovely cousin Yerim here—” The man pinches the woman’s chin, and she sweeps his hand away in shocked annoyance “—is incredibly indecisive and has made me take her to every dressmaker on this side of London, so I do hope you have something here that catches her eye.”

“It’s not been every dressmaker,” Yerim clarifies, rolling her eyes with a small grin. “But your dresses in the window seemed exceptionally pretty, so I was curious.”

“Oh, of course. There are more fabrics like those, if you’ll follow me.”

You and Yerim look over the rows of available fabrics, and you give some recommendations on patterns and colors you think would fit her. She listens diligently as you talk, as if she couldn’t be more interested in anything else. A bit flustered by the attention, you end up keeping your eyes on the fabrics more than on her face.

As you’re explaining a particular material, she grasps the edge of the fabric you’re holding, brushing her lacy-gloved thumb across it until the digit bumps into the side of your hand. She giggles discreetly and only moves her hand away—causing the lace to slide across your skin—after it’s already lingered for what’s considered a little longer than normal.

You struggle not to pause in your speech as your mind stalls on that moment, giving her an apologetic smile when you stammer anyway. You don’t yet understand why you’re reacting like this, but the meaning will become clear to you in due time.

“You’re certain Taeyong won’t mind being left behind?”

He’d been accompanying the two of you on your walk through the park, which is scarcely filled with people at this time of day. Everyone else is at work, which you normally would’ve been too. Except for Yerim—who had enough money that your impromptu free day could be easily pulled off, and who’d nearly begged you to come out with her by offering to pay for two days’ worth of your earnings. It was a difficult overture to reject, and your mother had surprisingly few complaints about it. Not when part of the money was also going into her own purse.

Now, it’s just you and Yerim walking along the path together, as Taeyong had become preoccupied with ogling at a family of geese sunbathing in a field. You think it’s a bit eccentric how he always gets lost in excitement over stray animals and pets and the like, but that’s just how he is. You aren’t actually concerned about him being left behind, but more so because he’ll complain to Yerim about her “stealing you away” for the rest of your outing if you let him.

Yerim’s deeply rose-pink lips draw up in a smirk, and she rolls her eyes. “He’ll be quite fine by himself. Believe me, he survived well long before me.”

“You two seem to get along quite well. Most cousins I know have a world of problems between them. Families are so aggravatingly complex.”

Yerim gazes ahead down the path, as if she’s suddenly lost in her thoughts. Sunlight peeks through the lace trimming of herhatand creates shadowy patterns on her face. She often wears one of her pretty hats or even uses an umbrella when she steps out during the day, claiming her skin burns easily. “We both want the same things, so it makes it easier to relate to each other.”

“Well, now that’s intriguing. What similar things do you both want?”

Yerim looks at you, turning her body toward you with the motion, and you feel like you’ve suddenly got the sun bearing down on you in all its fullness. She slips her hat off, as if doing so will help her see better, and grasps the brim of it in her gloved hands.

“Life,” she replies, and though she doesn’t explain further, it feels like the type of answer with a world of meaning behind it.

“Life,” you repeat, and you try not to sound incredulous or mocking. “I would think you’d already experienced any spoils of life you could dream of and then some.”

“There’s always more.” Yerim says it with the subtle intensity of someone who harbors a constant hunger just beneath the surface, a yearning that even you can pick up on. It makes your skin become hot, and you internally chastise yourself because you’re sure she doesn’t intend it how you’re assuming. “Don’t you want more, too?”

“I suppose so,” you answer.

“Do you?” Yerim asks again, like she wants you to expand upon your response.

“The dress shop is fine,” you say, though that doesn’t feel truthful, “but it…would be nice to travel the world.” You speak the first desire that comes to mind, which makes it seem more real now that you’ve acknowledged it aloud.

“Hmm, wouldn’t that be nice? You could do just that.” Yerim comes to a stop in the middle of the pathway, and you do too, looking back at her to see why she’s paused. Yet again, she doesn’t give any hint about how doing just that could be possible in your current circumstances.

She twirls the large, lacy hatin her hand and holds it up in front of both of you, so that if anyone were coming from the other direction—say, another park visitor, or Taeyong—they wouldn’t see your faces. “But, even more importantly, there’s something I want to show you. Close your eyes.”

Her voice is measured and secretive. Her eyes are mischievous. The air thickens between you in the few seconds that you stare at each other within the concealment her hat provides, and it surprises you how quickly you come to the conclusion of what this something must be.

“Here?” you murmur.

Yerim nods, her face betraying no apprehension, only sweet anticipation. “Close your eyes?” she asks again. And so you do, your lips twitching into a small smile before you try to assume a straight face.

While you’re looking at the backs of your eyelids, you hear her heeled boots shuffling in the dirt and feel her presence growing closer. There’s a pause, an exhalation like she’s laughing without sound, then the press of those rose-pink lips upon yours.

This lovely woman who’s always in your shop, with a face you can hardly look away from and an ever-present magnetic aura, has her mouth over your own, her free hand grasping your waist earnestly. Her mouth is gentle and warm, and that familiar rose petal scent envelopes you.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed each other, but it feels like you’ve already done this multiple times before. The nerves you expected to feel are not there—there is only the soft familiarity, the fragrance of her perfume, and the warmth of her hand on your waist.

It’s a short kiss, which you try not to feel disappointed about. Yerim understands your desire and finds it amusing. She offers you a knowing smile, but she won’t give you any more unless you ask for it, and right now, your pride is still too stubborn to allow that. You’re still unsure why this lavishly moneyed woman is wanting to spend so much time with you, or what the mysterious things she says mean, or if there could be something else to all of this. What something else is, though, you have not a clue.

It wasn’t your intention to spend the night at Yerim’s home. But after you finish an exhausting day of tending to customers and working on complex sewing projects, she brings you to her house for the first time to have dinner. And you get so caught up in eating and touring every nook and cranny of the place—which really wasn’t as large as you expected it to be—and even playing a game of cards with her and Taeyong, that she insists it’s too late at night for you to go back home. Surely, you could wait until morning for them to return you to your own residence before work?

Before you know it, you are lying next to Yerim in her bed during the dark and early hours of the morning, gazing at the rest of the room through the wispy fabric draped around her canopy bed. You could’ve slept in a guest room of your choosing, but somehow, you’d been talked right into her bed. And it did not take much convincing for you to acquiesce.

“Are you happy?” Yerim asks. She hasn’t bothered to climb under the covers, and neither have you. She lies down with her arms folded across her stomach, knees bent, and toes curling absentmindedly into the comforter. This position makes her nightgown pool around her waist, exposing the length of her legs under the opposing candlelight and moonglow. You try not to stare. You don’t know how she has this much energy at night, as her body has hardly stopped moving since you began getting ready for bed.

“Yes, actually…I had a lovely time this evening, despite the earlier exhaustion.”

Yerim smiles. “I mean in general. Do you fancy working at the dress shop? You told me it was ‘fine,’ but you always seem so…unlively when I come in—in that split second before you notice my presence…”

“What do you get out of being that observant?” you ask, somewhat jokingly.

“It means I know everything.” She says it with some air of seriousness, as if she were truly granted omniscient powers you weren’t aware of. You only blink in response. “Now, why do you look that way?”

“Maybe I am just…stressed.”

Yerim turns onto her stomach and props her head up on her arms, using her pillow as a support, and your own stomach involuntarily tumbles with her gaze fixed on you. “What distresses you?”

Glancing up at the patterned ceiling, you close your eyes for a long moment and let the ensuing darkness surround you. It’s somewhat comforting. “My mother is anticipating that I should find a proper husband soon. We make money from the shop and live fairly comfortably that way, but she insists I must have a man to take care of me, like my sisters.” You sigh deeply as you continue with, “And bear children, of course.”

Yerim laughs like you’ve told a joke she can’t believe, and you are startled, as nothing you’ve said is particularly amusing.

“Shall we find you a proper husband who will support you handsomely, then?” she suggests through a giggle.

Your brows draw together, and you turn your head to look at her and those errant eyes. “Who?” You begin to regret mentioning this at all, wondering if she’ll actually use her social standing to contribute to the effort of marrying you off to some wealthy stranger. Surely, this will not be the culmination of your friendship…

Yerim moves so that she’s on her hands and knees now, and she doesn’t stop shifting until she’s hovering over you. You watch with eyes growing wide as her arms cage you on either side of your body, her legs sliding between yours. “Me. I will be the proper husband who supports you handsomely.”

Finally, a hesitant yet amused grin disrupts the prior confusion on your face. “Really? And who will approve of that?”

“That hardly matters. We’ll need no one’s approval.”

Her hair falls over her shoulders and dangles in front of you, and you part it like a curtain to brush away the shadows obscuring her face. Her visage is half-shadow and half-candlelight, reminiscent of an oil painting. The glitter of her eyes and the glint of her teeth as she smiles are sharp, as if you could be physically cut by these flashes of light, and your chest stirs with something like unease for a moment. You don’t know why.

Your voice is quiet when you say, “You won’t find any opposition from me, then.”

“In that case, close your eyes again.”

“Why? Perhaps I don’t want to lose this view.”

Yerim draws her index finger across your lower lip. “I’ll give you a gift—one like that day in the park.”

Your heart stutters at the thought. “Do what you will,” you murmur, letting your eyelids slip down.

The same hand that was on your mouth takes your chin in a loose grip, and you make a small noise when she lowers her body flush against yours.

Her kiss is no longer soft or brief. Her lips press against yours as if she means to meld every part of your beings together, her tongue slotting itself into your mouth, and you accept the proposition.

You kiss until your lips hurt, though that’s more likely from the way she keeps biting your bottom lip until she draws blood—and then she kisses you even more feverishly as if she’s invigorated from the bloodshed, the primal quality of it. It makes your lip sting, but you realize you like the sensation.

Her body continually shifts against yours during your embrace, and by the time she separates from your mouth to give your neck a wild, messy lick, your underwear has grown damp and your legs knock clumsily into hers. Dizzy with lust you’ve never encountered before, you find you’re unable to do anything but lie prone and let her do what she wishes to you.

Meanwhile, Taeyong stands outside of the door as still as a statue, listening to the now-familiar sound of your blood rushing and your heart pulsing—the unique rhythm of every human’s blood that defines their very existence. No two bodies are ever quite the same. The sweet music of your blood is punctuated by your small murmurs and moans, and he doesn’t need to press his ear to the door to hear clearly, but the absurdly human desire to do so is still there, if only to get closer…

He knows that Yerim must realize he’s out there, listening in like a pervert, and he does not care.

You’re sitting at Yerim’s kitchen table sewing a rip in a scarf of yours when you prick your finger on the needle. You drop your materials from the shock of the sudden injury and hold your finger, watching blood bead up on the pad of it as it throbs with pain. Taeyong is away from the kitchen counter and by your side before you even register it, and you are slightly startled by him sliding into the seat next to you.

“What?” you ask.

“Can I see it?”

“Is there any gauze?” you ask, showing him your finger.

Taeyong carefully grasps your wrist with both hands. “For this little wound? It’ll stop bleeding in minutes.” There’s a certain urgency to his movements and his tone that makes you curious. “All it needs is this.”

Taeyong presses his lips to your finger as if to soothe it. You’ve licked your own cuts after the many times you’ve been pricked while sewing, but to have someone else do it, and in such a manner, was…strange. The action enflames your body; it seems oddly more satisfying than it should be to him, as if he gets some kind of bizarre gratification from it. He inhales deeply and doesn’t move his mouth; he just keeps it pressed against the cut until he finally moves your finger away, the sphere of your blood broken and smeared across his lips. He drags his tongue across his lower lip to rid it of the blood smear, and your body twitches; you want to look away. You feel like you’re witnessing something obscene and private you aren’t meant to see.

You don’t say anything as he takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the rest of the blood away from your finger before quickly tucking the cloth back into its place. You wonder if he’ll wash it; it’ll be ruined by your blood otherwise.

Unbeknownst to you, he will take this handkerchief out in the privacy of his room later that night and press his face into it, breathing in the faint scent of your blood and imagining the faded taste of it on his lips.

“Are you well?” he asks.

“...It still hurts. I didn’t think a silly kiss would help,” you answer, and chuckle quietly to try to defuse the nerve-wracking atmosphere of that earlier moment.

“Fine, hold on a minute.”

Taeyong finds gauze in another room and comes back to wrap a small piece of it around your finger, protecting your cut from the outside world. Afterwards, you’re about to slip your hand out of his when his grip tightens, and you pause.

“What’s troubling you?” you ask, already knowing something is amiss from the furrow in his eyebrows and the tension in his body that wasn’t there before.

Taeyong drops his head, pressing his forehead to your wrist, and you think he might sob or collapse for no apparent reason. Alarmed, you’re about to speak again when you realize this isn’t the case; he lifts his head so that you can see him lower his lips to your hand again. He kisses the back of your hand in a way that’s markedly different from his previous touch; this one is more sensual, intentional in its purpose to rouse a response from you. His mouth trails a path down to your uninjured ring finger, and you observe silently as he bites the tip of it softly.

“I’m jealous of you and Yerim…” The confession comes out in a sigh, like it’s a sound his body needs to release rather than a thought-out sentence.

“Jealous…” It’s not a question, as you already had an idea of this in the back of your mind, but you don’t know why he’s chosen now to mention it.

“I’d also like to know just how soft your lips feel, or what they taste like…” Taeyong keeps kissing the tips of your fingers and your knuckles slowly, almost like he’s pretending your hand is your mouth with how engrossed he is in this task. You find this shameless display simultaneously embarrassing and appealing in some deep part of yourself; it’s the way he prostrates himself before you, flays open his hidden desires to you. “I’d like you to touch my body the same way you touch hers…I’d like to make you moan desperately the same way she does, late at night when you believe me to be asleep.”

Your only answer is a rough exhalation. Your dress feels uncomfortably hot; you wonder how he knows of those things. Does he stand outside the door? Listen at the wall? You didn’t realize the walls were that thin around here, and you think maybe you should be more put-off by his unabashed eavesdropping.

“What do you say to that?” he asks, lifting his head to look at you.

“I say it’s rather pathetic,” you answer, meaning it wholeheartedly—and for some reason, the pitiable state of his desire makes it more alluring to you. There’s a thoughtful pause between the two of you. You make no move to reject him when he leans closer, staring at your lips. One of his hands releases yours and touches your throat instead, his fingertips splaying to rest above your pulse.

“Then allow me to make myself appear even more pathetic in your eyes for just a moment.” Taeyong’s so close that his lips almost brush yours when he speaks. Your mouths connect only for a second before the front door opens. That brief touch of his lips to yours is all you receive.

The separation between you widens to its original innocuous breadth as Taeyong sits back in his seat. He is placing your hand back into your lap when Yerim walks into the kitchen a few moments later, and she abruptly stops in the doorway. You think she must be upset because she has somehow figured out what transpired. In actuality, she is cross because of the lingering smell of your blood in the air, which your human senses can’t pick up.

“Yerim…” you say, your throat feeling choked. You two hadn’t spoken seriously about a relationship, especially not with the dilemma of your mother still hunting for a husband for you and the fact that you’d both be shunned, but you realize that kissing your lover’s cousin is probably not the way to go about things.

Yerim walks over to the two of you and greets you as she normally would. “Y/N,” she says calmly, stroking a finger against your cheek; there’s always some part of her body touching yours whenever you meet. The same hand lands tightly on Taeyong’s shoulder afterwards, and the smile she gives him is close-mouthed and unnatural. He looks up at her with a face that isn’t guilty, but more curious and slightly irritated. “You haven’t been hurt badly, have you?” she asks, glancing at the gauze on your finger.

“Oh…no. It was just a pinprick,” you say, tentatively picking your sewing materials up off the table. Yerim’s tension rescinds when she notices the sewing needle, though her gaze towards Taeyong stays suspicious. “I…think I’ll just go and put this away for now.”

The two wait until you leave the room to speak in barely audible tones.

“Remember our arrangement,” Yerim whispers, unable to keep the disgust out of her voice.

“You’re eager to lambast me for bloodshed I didn’t even cause, yet you drew her blood on her first night here. Who exactly has forgotten themselves?”

Yerim’s tone is perfectly matter-of-fact when she responds with, “I have more self-control than you—as all the unsuspecting human women of London you’ve ravaged are well-aware of your lack.” She levels Taeyong with a deadpan look. “She wasn’t in any danger with me that night.”

“You’re fond of drawing this dance out beyond reason, and then you have the audacity to be surprised when one’s patience wears thin.”

“Then maybe I’ll return to finding prey on my own if you’re so worn thin. Do recall that you’re the one who asked me to help you sweep up all your mess from the beginning, so I’d speak more carefully if I were in your place.”

“Just unbelievable,” Taeyong mutters as Yerim brushes past him without a second glance. His fingers twitch over the pocket where the blood-smeared handkerchief rests, but he dismisses the urge to pull it out now.

Self-control, he thinks. You have no monopoly on self-control.

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amourtaeyong · 2 years

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lee taeyong is nothing but a soothing presence. he reminds you of art, roses, and warmth.

your time with him was the most comfortable you have ever been in a relationship. and as his ex lover, it’s surprising how you almost have no bad things to say about him. his art pieces, as mesmerizing as he physically is. his scent, as delicate as the smell of fresh flowers he used to buy from the florist downstairs. his personality, as welcoming and warm as the yellow light bulb that he keeps in his studio.

now only watching from the sidelines, no longer privileged to have a glimpse of his artistry, you miss him more than ever. you miss taeyong’s homeliness. you’d be struck by lightning if you say you weren’t aching still. in fact, you’re often left wondering how he is or who his current muse might be.

for months, you’ve been dying to satisfy your curiosities, but now, holding an invitation to his upcoming art exhibit called Monroe in your hands, you’re not too sure if you’re ready to face him just yet.

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haejaetae-recs · 1 year

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L. Taeyong

(All recs tagged here!)

Mature, suggestive, F☆vorites

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yongislong · 2 years

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[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... LEE TAEYONG

tokai - taeko onuki

female energy - willow

crushcrushcrush - coco and clair clair

summer - the volunteers

seven - men i trust

the only exception - paramore

friend zone - thundercat

strawberry privillege - yves tumor

let it pass - jakob

beach baby - bon iver

now viewing ... // he smothers you under his favorite blanket. tonight was the night and unbeknownst to him, the way he was squeezing his pink bunny had you worried. he had been using 'pinky' to try and ground himself as he builds up courage for his upcoming love speech (lol)

you knocked the breath out from his lungs as soon as he saw you in his modern sexuality class. he thought you were the coolest person in the world and therefore made it his life's mission to at the very least be your friend

little does he know you were planning the same confession and had thought the same things about him all semester long as well

it isn't the first time you're at his place, but something about the december air makes it all the more intimate. music aka the secret playlist he made titled 'lovely y/n' plays from his pc as you trace the doodles on his walls. his eyes follow your fingertips. after a moment of revelation and foolish confidence, you sigh deeply and spin around almost as fast as he whips his head around to pretend he was staring at his fish tank the whole time fists balled and eyes shut tight, the only things leaving your lips is a tight mutter about your feelings about him, quick and insecure, confidence from 5 seconds ago melting away

he's so focused on not being focused on you that he doesn't catch your confession. you stand there waiting for an answer. after a couple seconds you groan and thump the nearest marker at his head. before he can pick a fight, you're repeating what you said with flaming red cheeks. that does him in. moving to sit next to him for an answer

all he does for the next couple of minutes after your untimely love confession is squeal and mutter

'you're so mean!! don't lie to me, you're serious? no way...wow....wow, wait no....oh my god...stop! your lying!! STOP LAUGHING!!'

after a lot of comforting on your part, he lays on your chest silently muttering wow every couple of seconds until he falls asleep. //

idk if i like this :( ive been working on it so much i just wanted to post it alrdy

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a-cupof-jo · 2 years

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Next to you, Next to me

4. Coffee Shop AU + 60. Poorly Timed Confession

Flowershop owner!Taeyong x Cafe owner!Reader

Warning(s): language

“So what do you think?” You passed the cup over to Taeyong.

A frown settled on his lips as he looked down at your creation, “You’re sure you’ve done this before?” He watched you skeptically.

So latte art wasn’t your forte, that didn’t mean that he had to make it seem like you had just done a crime against humanity, “I swear, I have,” you leaned over the counter, pushing the cup a little closer to him, “I know it’s not the best looking, but I promise you that it is going to be the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.”

He hummed, pushing his open laptop to the side to grab the cups with both hands and bring it to his face. There was something so nerve racking about watching the man take a deep breath of the hot drink before taking a large swallow. His face puckered slightly and he yanked the cup from his mouth.

Had everyone been lying to you before?!

Your mom swore that it was good, and though your brother didn’t drink coffee, he liked your tea and pastries.

“I’m so sorry, you don’t have to drink it. I’ll work on it. Here give me the cup,” you reached across the bar to grab the cup that he pulled from your reach.

“NO!” he yelled, “No, it was just hot. I didn’t think about that before I took a big drink.” And you thought that you saw a faint smattering of red on his cheeks. He quickly took another drink, “I love it.” He smiled at you and you tried to believe it, but it was hard when you could see how hard he was trying to make everything seem okay.

“You don’t have to lie to me. Even if my coffee isn’t good, I plan on still opening the café. I put in too much time and money for this to fail.”

Taeyong frowned again, “I’m not lying to you. You’re going to be great. And hey, you’ve already got one customer.” He pointed to himself, “You know I’m right next door, that’s why I came over, because I’m nosy. I’ve seen you here the past few weeks and curiosity finally drew me over.” The smile on his face eased your nerves and you were starting to trust the truth behind his words.

“Right,” you looked across the road to where the small flower shop sat. Taeyong shuffled his feet and you remembered that he probably just stopped by to say hello, not sample your sub par coffee. “If you want I’ll get you a lid for your coffee and you can be on your way.” He was probably busy and didn’t want to be gone long.

“Oh- yeah,” he tucked his hands in the flower shop logoed apron he wore, “I’m sure you’re busy getting ready, didn’t mean to pull you from your work.”

“You didn’t,” you pressed the plastic lid on the cup. Taeyong grinned shyly at you as he made his way to the door, “Feel free to stop by anytime.”

He tipped his head at you, “I will, thank you for the coffee, it’s delicious.”

Yeah, maybe it wasn’t so bad.

“Wait, wait, wait, you went to SSU too!” you grinned at the man across from you. Taeyong had become your first regular customer. Well, your only customer, considering that you weren’t open yet. Every morning since that one two weeks earlier he stopped by like clockwork.

7 am, he knocks on the door and you unlock it for him,

7:02 he hands over the menu you were working on and orders something new,

7:05 he takes one sip of his drink gives you his first thoughts

7:06 you chat with him about whatever is on his mind as you go about setting up tasks you have to do for the day

7:15 he goes back across the street and you only catch peeks at him through the window until you leave or he closes

The same thing for almost two weeks. You couldn’t even be upset that the man was getting free coffee and pastries off of you. He was good, attractive, company that you grew closer and closer to inviting to dinner with every passing day.

“Yeah, I got my degree in horticulture and botany. I wanted to stay close to home, but branch out some. I graduated about four years ago.”

Delight and shock lit up your face, “No way, me too. I bet we passed each other on campus or maybe even had a class together.”

Taeyong watched you calmly, a somewhat knowing smile on his face, “We may have had a business class together once.” He shrugged.

“It would be like fate,” you pushed the chocolate croissant he ordered with his tea over to him and took his dirty cup.

He chuckled softly, “Yeah.”

“Speaking of fate,” you checked the notepad you had sitting next to a cash box on the counter. “I have finally set a date for the grand opening.” A small squeal left your lips and you jumped in place. “It’ll be next Friday!”

Taeyong blinked owlishly at you before a grin crossed his face, “That’s amazing! And so soon, but amazing! I’m so happy for you.” You thought that he was going to jump over the bar and hug you. You wouldn’t have been complaining, if he had. Instead he ripped the croissant in half and offered one part to you. “This calls for celebration!” You would have rather had dinner with him, but he was still here and happy for you, so you couldn’t complain.

“Thanks, Tae.” You said through a mouth full of bread and chocolate.

He raised his half in toast, “Just doing duties as a friend and neighbor.”

And maybe something more? You had thought about it a lot over the past few weeks. He seemed to like you. There was nothing stopping both of you from just exploring whatever chemistry there was between you both. Still that little niggling of fear crept it’s way in and no one likes to be rejected. Plus, you are so busy with the store opening, it’s just not a good time to ask him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” You watched him open the door, letting in a cool breeze that smelled of clean air and fresh cut grass.

“Not if I see you first,” he took a bite of his croissant and strolled across the road, taking your heart with him.

He wasn’t there.

It was the day of your grand opening and he wasn’t there.

T-1 minute until everyone around you watched as you cut the small ribbon that crossed in front of your café. Taeyong literally worked across the road, how could he not be there?

You needed to try to get rid of the hurt. If you didn’t, then no one was going to think you were very happy about opening the shop you had spent weeks working on.

“You ready, darling,” a stout old lady who was a part of the city board stood next to you.

You gave her a grim smile, “Of course.”

“Oh dear, I know that there are a lot of emotions that come with this, but try to focus on the happy ones.” She shoved a pair of scissors in your hands that had to have been made for giants. “You’ll be busy enough with the new cafe, don’t worry about having too much time on your hands,” she laughed good naturedly.

“It’s not that, it’s-”

“Wait!”

Your head snapped up as the voice met your ears. A car door slammed and you saw Taeyong round his small pickup truck. In his hands was a large bouquet, along with a picnic basket. There was a grin on his face, but you could sense the urgency of his steps as he got shuffled up to you.

“Shit,” his glasses were skewed on his face as he finally stood toe to toe with you. “So, I totally meant to be here before now.” He set down the basket and held the bouquet out to you. “These are for you. Um- congratulations on opening your shop and I’m so proud of you.” He patted around his pockets. “I have something to say to you. I wrote it down. Well, you see, I was wondering if- You know I have been wanting to do this for weeks, but was nervous and then this morning it hit me that I could ask you here.”

“Taeyong,” you stopped his rambling.” Thank you for the flowers. I appreciate them, but I don’t have enough hands to hold them and cut the ribbon.”

“Right,” he grinned sheepishly, “I’m holding you up, sorry.”

You grinned back as the crowd started counting down, assuming you were finally ready to open shop.

Hesitating a second after they said one, you threw another glance at Taeyong, “And I like you too. So yes, I will go on a date with you.”

The ribbon split in two just as his mouth did and you laughed as he wrapped you up, spinning you around in a circle. “Now?” He looked hopeful.

“How about after we close tonight?”

“But the wine will get warm.”

“Lucky for you, I know a nice new café that has the perfect industrial fridge for that.”

“I may have to check it out,” Taeyong linked a hand through yours. And you tugged him to follow the people that had started to trickle in.

“I think you may just like it.”

“I think that it will be my favorite place to be”

“Oh really,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “Why is that?”

“Cause I’m next to you, standing next to me.”

Yeah, your heart was in good hands.

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