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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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Sunflower. Final LTY

warnings: smut and general sexy times, also cheating so theres that

a.n: Hey guys this took 2 days to write but i will say after finishing this that consent is sexy

also this is longer than i intended

ALSO IVE SAID IT BEFORE AND ILL SAY IT AGAIN THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP IS FUCKED AND NOT AN EXAMPLE OF A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP

REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG

You are sitting on the corner of a couch in a dark hazy room, you held your knees to your chest and your head lulled onto the back of the couch. There was music floating gently in and out of your ears, you couldn’t make out the lyrics over the soft hum of chatter in the room but you are much too drunk to care. Your body seemed too heavy to move, but once again, you didn’t mind at all. You shifted your eyes slowly around the room observing the human-shaped masses moving about the apartment or slumped into chairs like you. Normally you would feel anxious to be this vulnerable in a room this crowded, but not now. This wasn’t a “party” exactly, more of a throwback that escalated more than anyone thought it would, but still, there was nobody here who you wouldn’t call a friend. Of course, that includes him. You had always hung around in similar circles so it wasn’t surprising that he was here. But It left a sour taste in your mouth to think of the last time you came face to face.

“Fuckkkkk,” groaning you finally forced your body into a more upright position. Your body was protesting madly as the weight of gravity seemed about 10 times more powerful than average. There was a dull ache in your back as a result of the position you previously lay in so you hunched your back forward to try and work out the knots. Your eyelids were just as heavy as your head as you lifted them to scan the room more severely once more. Who were you looking for? you could have sworn that just a few seconds ago you were looking for someone. But none of the figures in front of you seemed to be what you wanted.

You didn’t have time to continue this train of thought before the fuzz in your brain lulled you back onto the couch once more. Your eyes remained open, drifting in and out of focus in one spot on the opposite side of the room. It wasn’t until one of the figures began moving your way could they seem to take in an image. Who was this guy? your drunk brain asked itself. “I think I know him,” you thought as a small pout of concentration crossed your face as the man got closer and closer. It wasn’t until he was standing directly in front of you, smiling at your clearly amusing look of confusion, that you were finally able to place his face. The pout was swapped for a drunken smile.

“Jaehyuuun!” you called slurring the final syllable of his name lifting your arms into the air. Gravity brought your arms crashing back down onto the couch beside you and you were about to push off the couch in an effort to stand up before Jaehyun placed a gentle hand on your shoulder pushing you back down.

“Don’t try,” His smile widened, “You’re just going to fall over"

You only half registered his words and were repeating them over and over in your brain trying to make some sense of them.

"you’re going to…You’re going-…You’re going tooooooo….” your mind trailed off once again

During this time Jaehyun took it upon himself to sit down next to you. The dip in the sofa through your balance through a loop and you almost toppled onto the floor again, saved only by the wild flailing of your arms in the process. As you resituated your self cross-legged on the couch facing the man, all thoughts once again seemed to leave your head once again. Your mouth hung open the slightest bit trying to regain the thoughts that occupied your head moments ago. You raked your eyes up and down the smiling man grasping at straws of thought, and for the first time, you noticed the glass situated in his left hand. He pushed the glass twords you.

“Here I think you’ll need this to get home tonight” The kind smile still not leaving his somewhat blurry face. It was only after his words did you realize how thirsty you were and how dry your lips are. you practically lunged for the drink, grabbing it with both hands to steady yourself and taking large gulps. The water was cool and gave some relief to your spinning head as you sat back, letting the half-full glass rest lazily on your leg. Your eyes filtered around the room once again before they came to rest on him as they always seemed to do.

“Taeyong,” seemed to be the only thought your brain could hold onto at the moment.

Even in the dark and smokey room, he glowed. There was a thin sheen of sweet on his body (It was very hot in the room) but to what would have been a surprise had your drunk brain realized it, he looked remarkably sober. Your eyes drifted in and out of focus once again vaguely in the direction of him.

Jaehyun turned to follow your gaze. When he saw the target his dimples pushed themselves forward into a smile before he shook his head and turned back to you, giving your dazed face a once over then pushing himself off the couch.

You noticed his actions for the first time after this sudden movement and adjusted your head to look up at him, frowning once again. An arm (Which turned out to be yours) lifted to grasp onto the man’s arm.

“Where?” was the only thing you could slur out at the moment.

“Just to walk around” He reasoned politely with your now drooping form. His words sounded distant and foggy, but you understood them none the less and nodded exaggeratedly before releasing your grip on his forearm.

Jaehyun turned to leave, leaving you in a similar position to before he arrived. The glass that he handed you was now empty and rolling smoothly from your hand onto the carpeted floor where it landed with a soft clunk.

You sat there for what seemed like hours but was likely only a few minutes. The shapes around you moved gently as the moments ticked by. Every breath you took seemed to hum in your whole body just as slow as the minuted ticked by. Your eyes slowly shut once again, mind trailing to and from the sounds of the people, and your breathing became heavier and heavier.

“hmm” your brain though.

“I’m sleeeeeepy” you drawl in your head.

Just as your mind was about to drift into something like sleep, your body was shifted once again by the couch dipping beside you. There was a buzzing in the front of your head as your eyes forced themselves open once again.

This time you had no problem focusing on the person before you, and the sour taste you felt earlier returned as well as your pout. It was Taeyong. He was looking at you with a scrutinizing gaze. Your face blushed as the heat began building in your body, as it always did when he looked at your for too long or too hard. Taeyongs eyebrow raised slightly at your expression. He reached out a hand. His warm palm landed on your already burning cheek. Your mind was swirling once again as if you took two more shots. It continued to swirl with indistinguishable thoughts as his mouth moved to form words. It took your brain several moments to realize he was speaking to you and you only caught the tail end of his sentence.

“-doing, baby?"

Confusion spread through your features once again, making it clear you had not understood his words. Taeyong didn’t seem to mind that as he didn’t repeat his words, only allowing his hand to fall to your jean-clad knee which was still cross-legged in front of you on the couch. Its heat radiated from the spot just as it did when it was on your face. Taeyong scooched closer to you and shifted his hand to the underside of your knee to extend the leg over his lap. Your body responded without your mind by heaving the other leg to rest over him as well.

His eyes shifted forward to face the room as his fingers began swirling figure eights over your leg. His touch was soothing the furrow on your brow as you relaxed slowly from his touch, your body sinking lower and lower into the couch.

The water Jaehyun gave you earlier seemed to be allowing glimpses of clarity in your head as for the first time you realized how late it must be getting. You were beginning to lull back into your drowsy state, with the added comfort of the soft touch on your leg. But it seemed Taeyong had different plans. However slow your mind was at the moment it took you no time at all to recognize the feeling of his hand sliding up your leg. You watched the hands journey and instinctively squeezed your legs together as his hand drifted up your body leaving a buzzing trail all the way. It came to rest at the top of your thigh, where your hip met the base of your leg. Your eyes finally snapped to his own where they still looked out into the somewhat crowded room. One finger tapped on the spot, wordlessly commanding you to allow him access to your core should he so desire.

Taeyong seemed to be toying with the idea of acting farther by rubbing his hand slowly from the outside of your leg to the inside of your thigh, one finger brushing repeatedly against the seam of your jeans that ran along your hot core, which twitched every time he did so. It was clear that he could feel the reaction your body gave him, and the smirk that made its way onto his lips was evidence enough. Taeyong, though he regularly asserted his "ownership” over you by leaving dark unmistakable marks on your neck and chest and bruises on your hips from his tight grip, was usually strongly against even sitting next to you in public, much less shove his hand down your pants. The tiny sober part of your brain spoke in a quiet voice in your head.

“Do you want Taeyong to finger you in front of all your friends?” Your mind went back and forth between the two options as his hand sank lower, coming to rest securely between your now slightly pulsing heated and your thigh, rubbing his pinky slightly up and down creating friction so close to where your body wanted it. He was waiting. Waiting for you to inevitably say or do something that would allow him to continue, solidifying that he had you in his grasp once again.

It was clear the turmoil in your head was causing you a lot of distress. It was clear he made up his mind about wanting this, to do whatever he was going to do here and now. But you were still on the fence, you would normally follow his lead no questions asked and a good part of you wanted to see where this was going. But nevertheless, the sober part of your brain seemed to be growing louder and louder with each passing second, playing his last words to you over and over in your head. How many of them were true? all if it? None of it? Which did you prefer? your head swam with there questions, going back and forth to many times to count.

Finally, it was clear to you which side had won. You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. The room had finally come completely into focus, all of the noise and chatter returned to your ears. Pushing your self up with your hands you swung your legs away from him. The spot where his hand had been felt stingingly empty, but with your head now clear the only thought that occupied your head now was those moments a few nights before.

“you know what the best part is? It will fucking stay that way, cuz I know that right now you are just eating up all the attention I am giving you aren’t you, you pathetic bitch!”

You heard the small noise of surprise that escaped him as you pushed your self away from the couch. Taking the room with a new stride your located your target and moved to meet them. Jaehyun stood with a few friends talking causally. He turned to look at you when you reached the small pack where the conversation came to a pause.

“Hey, I understand if you don’t want to but I think I had a bit too much to drink and I don’t think I should go home alone, would you take me?” You asked with a plastered smile on your face. This honestly wasn’t true, you felt more awake and aware at this moment than you had in years, but walking around alone at night didn’t sound like fun. You know Jaehyun thought he was being subtle when his eyes flicked over to the man still sat on the couch, but you caught it none the less. They flicked back to you, gave you a once over, and then he smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, sure. I was going to leave anyway.” He spoke in his usual powerful yet soft voice. You had a feeling this was a lie but now was not the time.

Jaehyun was the first to move, taking a step forward, placing a hand on your lower back as he passed, and lead you through the hazy room to the exit. The two of you maneuvered through the room and around furniture before landing at the front door. Jaehyun reached out and opened the door, wide enough for the both of you to step through. In those moments that the door closed behind you, you braved one last look at Taeyong who still sat dumbfounded on the couch.

“Not so pathetic now am I,” You thought triumphantly as the door clicked shut.

———–

That night that Jaehyun walked you home, would turn into many. And as the school year drew to a close and graduation approached you found yourself in a new relationship. The first stable one you have had since high school. Jaehyun, who was once best friends with Taeyong, seemed to have no problem leaving that part of your lives behind and neither did your friends. They all saw Jaehyun as a massive improvement in both temper and manner, and you had to say you agree. You still saw Taeyong from time to time, it’s not as if you didn’t still have many friends in common, but they were rarely extended longer than a quick glance in each other’s direction. It would be a lie to say that a part of you didn’t want to run to him, but then in those moments, Jaehyun would appear in your apartment carrying take out a rented movie and those thoughts would leave as quickly as they came.

Jaehyun was just better for you, his kisses were sweeter and his eyes kinder. Enough so that on the day of your graduation it was him that earned a hardy handshake from your father and a kiss on the cheek from your mother. At that point, you had only been dating him for a few months, but he seemed perfectly content appeasing your parent’s dreams for an ideal son in law.

And that was 4 years ago. You and Jaehyun had moved to New York not long after the end of your time in college, both of you only briefly spending the summer with your parents and saying your last goodbyes to your childhood homes. You don’t know why you choose to stay with Jaehyun during this time, but it leads you to your perfectly content life you have here today. You are now 26, engaged to the man who took you home those years ago, living in a decently sized apartment in a nice neighborhood, with a good job you have held for the past 2 years, and everything in your life was perfectly content.

Jaehyun had proposed earlier that year at the restaurant you went on your first night in New York, and though no plans have been made as of yet it has not stopped your mother from absolutely gushing over the two of you calling constantly to check up on “any possible new developments” As it happens, your parents love Jaehyun just as much as the day they met him face to face. Your heart warmed when you thought of your life, a wonderful man, a good job and a promising future in both. Job is best summarized as a traveling salesman for a larger company in the city. You spent the majority of your time at the office, making calls and setting up meetings with clients, but about 2 weekends a month you would fly out to a different part of the world to meet up with your clients and make sales. It really was the perfect job for you, as it rarely ever went wrong.

Accept for today, however. You had missed your initial arranged flight in business class and had to pay out of pocket to reach your destination in the least comfortable and most noisy part of the plane, and as your flight was to pairs, it wasn’t exactly a short ride. After arriving, very jetlagged and in need of a nice bed, your luggage was lost at the airport and you had to stay well into the night trying to find your things. After finally giving up on the search you made your way to the hotel, only to find that this particular hotel did not allow guests t check-in past 11 pm. (A stupid rule honestly) and you would have to wait till morning. With your phone on its last few percentages, and stranded in a foreign city you staggard your way into a small cramped bar at the end of a street, planning on finding a place to charge your phone enough to find a cheap motel for the night.

Your bones cracked as you landed yourself in a barstool and the end of the bar. the only things you had with you were the items in your carry on and a note from the front desk of the hotel on when to arrive the next morning to check-in. The cushion of the seat was soft and plushy but it did nothing to soothe the aching in your body. You cant speak french, so when the bartender approached you, you only gestured vaguely to the now-dead phone in your hands. It seems the round looking old man understood as pointed to an outlet at the end of the bar.

All of the stools around you were empty, so you felt comfortable enough to put your bag down to plug in your phone. It was after you saw your phone flash a blue blinking light did you allow yourself to relax onto the bar. Yours propped your head up with your hand to look around the room. It was nice enough, seemed clean and no one looked suspicious. But despite these things you could help but feel restless. You continued to shift in your seat and glance around the room.

Soon the tinkling of the bell that signified the arrival of a new customer sounded. You looked up at the sound, but the figure who entered could not be seen through the small crowd of older men sitting by the door. Your eyes drooped slightly and closed, finally feeling the weight of the day. A few seconds passed before a hand landed on yours.

Your eyes flung open as you yanked your hand away. After the initial shock, you looked to where your hand once lay, where the new one still sat waiting. The hand was eerily familiar.

No, there was no way.

Your eyes quickly followed the slope of the arm, up to the face that only visited you in your most private thoughts.

Taeyong stood before you.

He kept his eyes on your own as he lowered himself onto the stool next to you. His eyes bore into you, in the same way, they had before, and with the same intensity, they never seemed to shed. You still sat rigid in your seat, mouth hanging open slightly in surprise. Your eyes broke the stare when the flicked over to your phone that was still charging on the wooden bar. Your first reaction was to call Jaehyun, but your brain stopped itself before making the move. He would be asleep anyway. You looked back to Taeyong and allowed yourself to really see him for the first time.

It was his smell that hit you first and filled the air around you, and it clouded your other senses just as it always had done. He wasn’t the tallest man in the world, yet his commanding presence allowed him to loom over everyone no matter their height. It briefly occurred to you that you could just get up and leave, but it was this same domineering energy that enticed you to stay rooted in your seat. He was dressed nice, in a crisp button-down and slacks, and his hair was styled neatly to the side allowing his whole face to be visible in the dim lighting of the bar. And he glowed just as radiantly as always.

Whatever intensity that you were using to study his face, he was returning to you with equal vigor as his eyes raked down your figure several times.

Finally, he was the first to speak.

“How are you” he spoke, much more casually than the situation required. He turned to face the bartender and waved him down.

“Umm, Ok?” You forced out much too long after he asked the question.

“Good, good. I'mdoing well myself."

Taeyongs voice sounded like you were old friends catching up at a weekly brunch, and quite frankly it pissed you off. Who was he to sit down and act like you hadn’t seen him in years or that the memories were good ones? You turned in your seat to face him with your whole body, one hand still plastered on the hardwood. You sat up a bit straighter.

"Wait a minute, hold on- what exactly are you doing?-” The words built-in force and volume as you continued. Taeyong, who never had any trouble reading you, placed a feather-light hand on your once again. Your hand twitched in response but did not pull away. You could feel the familiar heat he gave you start to burn in the places where his hand made contact. And yes, he succeeded in quieting you.

The bartender approached, spoke a few words in french to Taeyong, and to your great surprise Taeyong responded in french as well. Though you don’t know exactly what was said, it was easy to guess as the older man moved to begin making whatever Taeyong had ordered. He now turned his attention back to you and raised an eyebrow, encouraging you to continue.

And after a moment you followed the instruction. You took a deep breath and spoke,

“How are you here right now?” seemed to be the best way to phrase your confusion.

“I live here now,” He said plainly, as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How?” was what you went with next.

“Well, after graduation I got an internship at a global bank. After 3 years, they needed someone in Paris, so I came. And here I have been for the past year.” once again far too casual for your liking. you thought of asking what he was doing in this particular bar on this particular night before it occurred to you that bankers often worked strange hours.

“So you have been living in Paris for a year? And I am just now hearing about this?"

"Did you want to know?"

His words were heavy. Much heavier than their initial meaning, and he looked at you with a kind of genuine curiosity you had never seen in him before. The honest answer was kind of. At the beginning of your time in New York, you would often find your self wondering what became of Taeyong. You still spoke to many of the old friends you made in college and had subtly expressed this interest to those closest to you. You almost expected them to tell you if anything big happened to the man. Nevertheless, you shook your head no.

He gave you a look that simply said "You can’t lie to me” but he didn’t push the subject any further.

“So what have you been doing?” He asked back in his casual tone, taking a sip of one of the drinks the bartender had just places in front of the two of you. You were in no way here to get drunk but decided to sip on the drink nevertheless. You stared straight forward, placing both hands on the bar as you responded.

“Um, working mostly. Here on business, you know?” You tried speaking in the same casual tone, but it sounded much to forced to be genuine.

“Right,” He responded. It sounded somewhat distracted. Out of curiosity you looked back at him and found him staring intently at your left hand, or at the ring would be a better way to put it. You don’t know why but you felt slightly embarrassed. You flushed a little and shifted your hand away from his gaze. He seemed to finally realize he was staring and looked up to meet your eyes.

“So you are-"

"engaged, yeah” It felt extremely wrong to let him say that word, so you beat him to it. He arches an eyebrow inquisitively and asked.

“To?”

You didn’t want to admit it. Your life in New York seemed so far away right now and the last thing you wanted was for Taeyong to be aware of it. Your head dropped to stare at the wood grain as you responded.

“Uhh, Jaehyun” You didn’t know what to expect from his reaction, so you spoke hesitantly and barely above a whisper.

“Ah”

There was a flash of something dark in his eyes, and for a second he looked much more like the man you knew back in college. But he did not seem to want to speak about it anymore. Instead, he took another deeper drink, and you followed suit. The two of you sat in a tension-filled silence for several minutes. The hum of noise from the bar patrons was not enough to drown off the thoughts racing through your head. You glanced up at Taeyong for a moment. He looked deep in thought, and it was this that made you noticed how different he was. He looked fuller, his eyes and cheeks looked less sunken in and his body a tad bit more toned than he was before, and most of all his glow was different. Before it was a red haze that made your heart race, and now it was a golden glow that stoped all thoughts. These differences would have been indistinguishable to the untrained eye, but you, who had spent so long gushing over every inch of him could spot them clear as day. You probably knew his face better then he knew it himself.

It was here that it occurred to you that you were likely a bit different as well, in what ways you did not know, but you had a suspicion he could point them out. Taeyong moved to speak and was only able to get the first few words out.

“Look, I-” The tone of his voice was enough to tell you what he was going to say, and it was too unlike him for your liking

“Taeyong please don’t apologize” You could explain why but you wanted those memories of him to be intact, and if he apologized it would change the way you saw those moments together. He looked taken aback but pressed on.

“I just want you to know, that you meant more to me back then than you will probably ever know.” He took another drink and looked straight ahead. You found this to be a hard revelation to follow.

“Funny way of showing it” you murmured more to yourself than to him. But he heard you nonetheless and followed up his previous words.

“I am aware that I was awful, and you won’t catch me making excuses for the way I acted. I was selfish and cruel to everyone in my life. I always wanted more than I had, even if I couldn’t stand the idea of losing something. I guess the best way to put it is that I wanted you to need me but I didn’t want to need you.”

His words were genuine, that you could tell. But you didn’t know if they made you feel any better. All they seemed to do was prove that you weren’t enough for him. This seemed to show on your face, and Taeyong was oh so good and reading you. He did not speak, he just reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. His warm fingers burned in comparison to the cold metal of your ring. But you could only seem to focus on the heat. His hand firmly grounded you in your place when your head felt like you were going to float away.

After a few more moments he lifted his hand just enough to gently circle his fingers over the back of your hand. The action felt so familiar. He always had a habit of “Petting” your, whether it is your hand or your face. You suppose this just proves he isn’t that different from back then after all. The things he did that made your heart ache for him remained the same.

His hand began ghosting it was up your arm, leaving a gentle buzz wherever he touched. Your heart fluttered, which it hasn’t done in a long time. Fuck. Why is it that he still had this power over you, even when he wasn’t trying. It wasn’t fair. You had always known that he would always have a place in your heart. But you never knew how large of a part it was until his hand moved onto your back rubbing it in circles. You leaned into his touch.

With his other hand, he finished the rest of his drink.

“Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” He asked, finally addressing how late it was.

“My hotel won’t let me check-in.” You replied distantly feeling the tickle of his hand. He looked conflicted for a moment then spoke.

“You can stay at my apartment for the night if you would like.”

You both knew what would happen if you said yes. There was no way it wouldn’t. You thought of Jaehyun, and how good he had been to you, and how he would feel if he knew that you had even seen Taeyong. You mulled it over for several minutes. But the soothing hand on your back somehow pushed all thoughts of your fiance from your mind.

Finally, you took one last swig from your drink.

“I would like that."

——-

it did not take long after that. Taeyong paid for the drinks, insisting after you pulled out your wallet. The two of you exited the bar, hand in hand which felt a tab bit too natural.

When you arrived in the apartment (a verrry nice apartment) there was very little pretending. You removed your shoes as he had done and waited for his command. At this point, you had submitted to the idea of needing him. He just filled you with a desire that no one else could. Taeyong reattached your hands and lead you over his shoulder, through the dark rooms. Every step forward left you with more and more anticipation, you needed this so much.

The door to his bedroom was pushed open. It was large and elegant. Beautiful furnishing and a soft glow emanated from the lamp next to his bed. But you weren’t paying much attention to the room, instead, you were watching him. From the view of his back, you could tell just how much he wanted this too. He released your hand and continued to walk forward, rolling his shoulders as he did so. He is so beautiful, even when you couldn’t see his face. you felt a magnetic pull to him, leading your next actions. Taeyong moved onto his bed, he situated himself on in the middle, his back resting on the headboard. He looked at you so intently, so expectantly, as though he could see right through your clothes. Which, you had to remind yourself, he had seen you completely bare before, many times.

"Will you strip for me, baby?” He phrased it like a question, though there was no doubt you would do it. The only nickname was enough to bring your to your knees, but you stayed standing. He didn’t tell you to kneel. The first layer to come off was your sweater, which concealed the thin shirt you had on underneath. Next was the shirt itself which you did not hesitate to pull over your head. You suddenly thought of the tattoo on your ribs, the one that had angered him so much before. Your breath hitched, not wanting him to leave you again. But he showed no sign of anger. Instead, his desire only grew in his eyes.

The bra you chose for the day was nothing special, just a plain pink color, but he looked at you like you are the only thing in the world. His eyes were hungry and needy, willing you to move faster. But his actions did not betray his composure, but you could see the outline of his dick starting to strain itself against his slacks. And if your brain was functioning properly you would have noticed how your mouth watered.

“keep going Baby, its been so long since I’ve seen your body.” He cooed at you.

You unbuckled your pants and slid them down your legs and stepped out of them. You were dangerously close to throwing yourself at him but more than anything you wanted to obey. You unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor. Your naked chest was now bare. The cold air nipped at your skin, causing your nipples to harden. You blushed a little dusting of pink, that only burned brighter at his next words.

“I wanna see your pussy baby” He remained, growing somewhat impatient. The words caused heat to flood to your core making it wetter and stickier than before. You hooked your finger into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. His smirk grew into a wild smile and the sight of arousal glistening on your heat. Taeyong used his finger to motion you onto the bed and you followed quickly. Your body was burning with both slight embarrassment and desire, but with your ruined panties still hanging from your finger you clambered onto the bed. You kneeled in front of his relaxed fully dressed figure. And though he was situated below you, you felt so small as his eyes raked up and down your body. His wicked smile never left his face as he reached out and took the soaked pink panties from your hand. He held them tightly in his hand and motioned you to straddle his waist. Which you did obediently. Your pussy was now resting directly on the tent in his slacks dampening the fabric. He groaned out slightly at the feeling.

“Your so wet Baby, your dripping on me. Who made you this wet baby.” He spoke in a coddling voice, as his hands came to rest on your naked hips, swirling from there down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze before trailing back to their original position, never letting go of your panties. You squeaked in response to the invading touch.

“Baby, that’s not an answer”

“It’s you,” you said in a small voice.

“Speak up baby, I can hear you” He teased. Rolling his sinful hips into yours. The rough surface of his pants rubbed against your clit and you nearly choked.

“It’s you Taeyong” you spoke with a little more force. This seemed to appease him.

“That’s right, me, not anyone else.” He spoke definitively. You knew what he meant. He was referring to Jaehyun, who is likely just waking up to go to work about now.

His words were eerily familiar. Your mind flashed back to the night when he first saw your tattoo and the screaming match that took place. He had spoken to you the same way. Possessive, reminding you who had all of your desire, who could make you feel better than anyone else and how much you needed him.

But you didn’t have time to think about that because Taeyong attached himself to your lips with his own pillowy ones. The sensation of kissing Taeyong was just as intoxicating as it always had been. He took the lead and pried open your mouth with his tongue. His hands firmed their grip on your waist, and the wet spot from your panties felt sticky against your side. His tongue slipped it’s way inside your mouth, exploring it in the way he had always done before. He even tasted the same.

Your mind was going cloudy as your mouths moved in sync. Just as you had found your rhythm Taeyong broke the kiss. He practically threw you onto your back and move to loom over you. You yelped loudly in surprise, but once again he did not give you time to react before folding your legs to your chest and holding them in place. His entire attention was focused on your glistening pussy, raking his eyes over it over and over again. He leaned back only long enough to set your panties down at the top of the bed, before returning to the previous position. Using one had to keep your legs in place he used the other to brush over the sticky surface, which twitches at the touch.

“Aw, baby, look how pretty your little cunt is.” He remarked before sliding his middle finger into your hole. You moaned loudly, not expecting the feeling of being entered so soon. The juices from your arousal eased his way as he pumped the finger in and out.

“Still so tight to, when was the last time anyone fucked your right?” He asked, but did not expect an answer through the moans as he dived into your core, his tongue finding its purchase on your swollen clit. You squirmed violently in his grip, keening and mewling all the while.

“Too long apparently” He mused coming away from your cunt just long enough to say the words, before diving back in swirling his tongue around your folds, his finger still pumping quickly letting more juices flow. In those brief moments, you could see his face, it was already dripping with your arousal making his lips look plumper than before if possible.

He continued the ministration with intensity, adding another finger into your hole, and occasionally nibbling slightly at your flesh. You practically screaming yourself hoarse as time went on. You were so aroused you could feel the juice the wasn’t lapped up by Taeyongs Tounge drip onto the bedcovers below you.

’“You’re making such a mess” He growled into your core. The vibrations from his words traveled into and up your body, causing you to latch your hands into his hair. Without breaking his stride Taeyong momentarily released your legs only long enough to detach your hands from his hair and hold them by the wrist together, then using the same arm hold your legs back in position. The slight discomfort was nothing compared to the burning in your tummy, which was knotting itself tightly waiting to come undone.

“Tae-” you were going to inform him in your now hoarse voice that you were going to cum any minute, however, he beat you to the punch once again.

“Trust me, baby, I know"

of course, he did.

Your movements were now much more restricted but you could only writhe when he pushed a third long finger into you stretching the limits of your cunt. He continued to suck on your bud harshly, but it was the feeling of the three fingers moving inside you at a deliberate pace, pushing against your walls oh so deliciously that caused the knot in your stomach to snap. You came hard, your entire body convulsed as Taeyongs finger pumped you through the feeling, drawing out the waves of pleasure radiating from your pussy. Your eyes squeezed shut as you cried out in a broken voice.

To soon the feeling passed. You lay there damn near lifeless, but that didn’t stop Taeyong from lapping up all of the arousal from your cunt, which twitched in sensitivity every time his tongue made contact. You involuntarily moved away from his mouth, but he wouldn’t let you move until he had lapped up every last drop. Finally, he gave you the relief of moving away. The tightness you had been holding finally releasing. You opened your eyes just enough to see him lean back on his heels and slip each glistening finger into his mouth, one by one, and suck them clean. You burned with embarrassment and tried to hide your face, but you had nowhere to hide with your hands still being restricted. Finally, he looked directly into your flushed face and gave you a lopsided smile, his face still covered in a sticky gleam.

"Sorry baby, you just taste so good.”

After his words, he finally released you from his arms. Your legs were a little sore, but you couldn’t care less. You were exhausted enough to fall asleep where you lay, but of course, Taeyong wouldn’t allow that.

Finally, Taeyong unbuttoned his shirt and threw it away. You were so transfixed by him. He was just so god damn beautiful and looked radiant in the dim light. You were so busy staring you barely noticed him undo his pants and pull his dick out his boxers. It looked painfully hard and red, and you moved to sit up to take it in your hand, but you were pushed back down. Taeyong pumped his dick a few times, spreading the precum down his length making it shine.

“Ah, ah, ah Baby. No time for that, I need to remind you how it feels to be fuck by someone who knows what they are doing.” The subtle jab did not go unnoticed. But fuck if you thought about it for more than a second with the anticipation of being filled up, rose in you once again. Taeyong pushed your legs up once again, and though your joints protested you did not.

He gave his dick one more pump, before leaning over you and lining himself up with your entrance. He leaned especially close into your ear, speaking into the shell of it and whispered.

“Do you want me, Baby? Want me to fuck you like you deserve"

The words flooded your aching heat with arousal once again.

"Yes please, fill me up Tae, please” the last word came out more like a whisper than anything, but he heard you nonetheless. And he did not need to be told twice. In one powerful thrust, he pushed all the way into you. You didn’t have to voice to cry out but instead released a sicking mewl.

“Fuck” was the only thing that came out of his mouth before he pulled out and repeated the action. Slowly he built up a steady pace. It was not as fast or rough as you expected, but more of a steady deep movement, but it left you breathless nonetheless. Every single movement stretched your walls, and you would feel every inch of him moving in and out. It was blissful. You could have stayed like that forever. But the need for release was growing in you with every thrust. It seemed like Taeyong agreed, picking up the pace and angling himself to hit the special spot inside you with every thrust.

Now you were keening with every thrust, releasing a whimper every time. in your current position, you couldn’t move to meet his thrust but you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, which he didn’t seem to mind. The weight of his body was heavy on yours, and you could feel the muscles in his shoulders tighten beneath your fingers.

“aw, baby, you feel so fucking good. You like the way I fuck you?” he asked in your ear. You only moaned in response, trying your hardest to stay composed. but that didn’t last long when Taeyongs hand came down to rub circles into your swollen and abused clit. It hurt, but in such a pleasurable way. You threw your head back.

“You gonna cum already baby?” he asked, the rasp you recognized so well returning to his voice.

“yes, gonna cum…..” was all that you could force out. Your stomach was clenched so tight you felt like your pussy was trying to keep his cock inside you. You felt so good and full.

“Its ok baby, you can cum” He punctuated his statement with a particularly hard thrust that reached deep inside you.

And not long after you felt yourself unravel for a second time, only this time it lasted much longer. The waves of pleasure didn’t stop coming as he milked the feeling of your walls clenching and pulsing around him. His cock was throbbing too, just as much as your walls.

“Aw, baby you feel- feel so fucking good"

those were his last words before releasing inside you. You could feel the oversensitivity seeping in and you could hear the cum squelching out of you as he rode out his own orgasm before pulling out.

You both lay there panting for a bit, holding onto the moments before one of you would move. This time you did it first, pushing yourself up onto your arms and looking at the heavenly sweat coated man laying on top of you. Taeyong took one last deep breath before pushing himself up as well. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on your temple before speaking.

"let’s get cleaned up.”

The drew you a bath and helped relaxed your aching body. When you were clean it was him that dressed you in your discarded shirt on the floor.

That night you fell asleep in his bed, with his naked back pressed firmly against yours, and his arms wrapped tightly around your body.

In the morning you awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. You heard his gentle breathing in your ear, still, sound asleep. The clock on the nightstand read 7:24. You were expected to check into your hotel in an hour. You looked down at yourself as you sat up. The ring on your finger glinted mockingly, sighing you got to your feet. You would rather not be here for the inevitable conversation when he wakes up.

You moved quickly around the room, gathering your things and dressing yourself fully. There was one problem, you couldn’t find your underwear. After searching for a few more minutes and a scare from Taeyongs stirring you gave up on the idea of getting them back and left.

Going back to the life that you turned your back on that night.

#nct smut #taeyong smut #nct scenarios #nct timestamps #taeyong scenarios

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lvlyhao · 3 years

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「PART THREE: FAMILIARITY」

HUMANITY SERIES; Q.K

A/N: guess who forgot to update lol they’re whipped i just— also two surprise appearances hehfjfhsjh

important: i can’t think of anything??? the general warnings are in the masterlist if you wanna be sure none of them is a trigger for you!

word count: 2.8K

pairing: qian kun x reader

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Cussing like a sailor, you trudge towards the man, who's catching his breath by the sidewalk. His glance instantly darts to your face, about to say something. You cut him short, though, too disturbed by the fear that still clouds your every action.

“We have to leave while we can. Like right now.”

“H-how do you know I’m not infected?”, he asks, abruptly realizing something even more critical. "How do I know you are not infected?"

He backs away, then, gorgeous features closing off in hesitance. While he stares at you, you think his voice is much, much more angelic than you thought. It drips with uncertainty but is beautiful enough to make you forget how to speak for a minute.

"Uhm”, you clear your throat, now looking for your weapons. It's a good attempt at escaping his piercing eyes, but it dawns on you. He has quite literally no reasons to agree with what you were planning.

"I'm immune, actually. My DNA has some mutation that I honestly cannot explain that well. You", you pause, scanning his defensive form before going back to putting away your knives. "You are definitely clean. It's been over 15 minutes since I arrived: no walker bit you or you would have, at least, screamed. If by some chance it happened and I was not aware of it, I would have seen it in your eyes by now. It's the first part of the process", you grimace.

The guy stays silent while you speak, taking everything you say into consideration. You find it makes sense to him if his relaxed posture is anything to go by.

Finishing up with your arrows, you promptly head back to where you came from, assuming your companion is close behind.

“Wait!”, he trots, halting in front of you. “I… I don’t think I can go with you.”

You could say it's the dumbest thing you have ever heard, but your yell from earlier begs to differ.

“I can see you don't trust me, and you have no reasons to, but this is how rescue missions go. I see someone in danger, I do my best to get them away, and we go to my settlement, where we can hopefully be stronger by numbers. We can get there if we run." Your voice is borderline dull, almost like you have made that same speech 500 times in the past few days. It would have made him laugh, under different circumstances. Yet, he plainly breathes, running a grimy hand through his hair.

“It’s not that”, he peers around, lost. “I came to the pharmacy for medical supplies for one boy in my own settlement. He needs them as soon as possible, or I’m not sure I’ll be able to help him at all. Besides”, he tentatively lifts your dominant arm by the sleeve of your jacket, careful not to touch you. “We should clean that and put some bandages around it, even if I don’t have the time to stitch it up.”

You are not sure what part of his speech you should pay attention to first.

“You have a settlement?” The question bursts its way out of your mouth before you can think better, but he doesn't seem to mind. Lips curling into a proud smile, he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Yeah, I’m currently the father of 6 children from the college I used to attend”, he snorts.

“That’s amazing! I’ve been mapping this area for some weeks now, and I never found anyone”, you smile. “I’m currently the parent of”, stopping, you count the names in your not-chewed fingers. “16 children? Around that. I swear there's a new name every time we make the roll call."

Studying his kind expression, warm under the red sunlight, you feel as if you could talk to him for hours. I'd never get bored. Your situation seems small, squeezed all the way in the back of your mind. It's clearly much less important than your attractive stranger.

Gasping quietly in realization, he sobers up. He pulls you by your jacket once more, just as delicately, and keeps you close.

“Listen, I understand you have people to take care of, but you said you could get there in time if you run. My boys are not too far from here. I think it would be safer for you to come with me for now, at least wait until morning. Otherwise", he gulps, "we will both be in more danger."

You reflect his words guardedly. You are painfully aware that the clock is ticking and each second spent here makes it a bit worse. When the sun goes down is when things get seriously nasty. The night would swallow you whole before you could get to the campus, and then your eyes would be useless. You wouldn't be able to see any walkers or even traps you came across. You'd be a sitting duck.

Sighing, you know your decision has been made.

I can only hope Taeyong forgives me for this.

With a curt nod, your free hand gestures for him to lead the way. He seems awed by how fast you agreed but decides against mentioning it. Instead, he gives you a gracious smile and goes on. He stands just past the crushed glass, where you can now see a coffee-coloured messenger bag on the once-white floor. Something seems to be fidgeting inside of it, and you stiffen.

Before you can ask about it, he drops your wrist. Picking up the bag gently, he cradles it to his chest and looks at the inside softly. He coos, speaking in a language you know to be Mandarin. That’s when it pushes out—the little, furry snout of a puppy, licking his hand and whimpering.

It's like your systems just crashed.

“You have a dog in your bag?”

Laughing briefly, he turns to you again. Cosy inside of the leather is a tiny Beagle, looking at you with bright eyes. You can't help but think it's ridiculously adorable.

“Well, not at all times. I found her wandering around here, but one of her ears was bleeding and she’s limping”, his voice lowers to a whisper, watching her with concern. “One of my boys is a vet student. I thought maybe we could help her.”

Choosing not to question it, you simply nod. The bleeding ear would explain why she stayed here even with the noise. Her hearing must be quite damaged.

“And I’m assuming the medicine or whatever you needed is also in there?”

He's serious once again, reminded of the primary reason for his trip.

“Yes, I placed it in separate pockets and smaller bags. We are good to go.”

A breeze swiftly races inside the barely lit building. It’s a warning of how fast the twilight is coming, and he takes it. His quick steps sound first, light on the ground, and he checks to see if you are coming. Understanding of his rush, you jog along.

“I didn’t forget about your hand, by the way. I know a safe spot close to here where we can stop for me to treat it.”

Staring at his broad shoulders, your breathing hitches as the throbbing in your fingers come back. Treatment would be useful before you have to amputate it, but...

“Do you know how to do that? Not to doubt your capacities or anything, but I can just clean it with some water later.”

Running to come up to his side, he playfully eyes you. He is moving so naturally along the streets you imagine he must know this route well.

“I am a med student. Uh, was, I guess.”

His striking traits are highlighted by the blue hour, hues of periwinkle ghosting over his nose, forehead, cheekbones and lips. He chuckles airily, and you are conscious of how surprised you must look.

“A med student. That’s pretty helpful, huh? I’m sure you care very well for your friends."

From the corner of your eye, you see pink spread over his face. He glances up to the sky, lost in his own head.

“I try to. Our youngest has just turned 20. I can’t imagine what it must be like to go through this at that age.”

You hum.

“I know how you feel. I’m watching over an 18-year-old”, sighing, you think back to the freshman dance student at the settlement. You pray he doesn't feel your absence so strongly, familiar to his tendency to cry.

Comfort sparks in the way your companion bumps his shoulders into yours, drawing you out of foggy thoughts. When your heart suddenly tries to break free from your ribcage, you swallow dry. Could I not find a worse moment to develop a crush?

Beating yourself over your feelings, you travel silently, sometimes admiring the starry skies. It feels nice to be like this, almost… at peace. Funny how you can feel that way around someone you barely know while touring a town full of bloodthirsty beasts.

“Ah”, he breaks the silence awkwardly. “I still don’t know your name.”

You wince at that, realizing you were forgetting about it. It's like I've known him for ages.

“Sorry. I’m Y/N”, your voice is soft, rivalling the autumn winds.

“Y/N... That’s a beautiful name”, he compliments, eyes finding yours. “You can call me Kun.”

You say his name out loud, testing it, and giggle. It feels nice in your lips.

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The trip to the first hiding spot was fast, just a matter of minutes cruising under the starlight. The place is a dainty, small wooden cabin, right at the foot of the mountains that surround the city. All around you are bushes and fireflies, that blink over stray pieces of cars. How they got to here, in the forest, is a mystery to you, but then again, a lot of things do not make sense anymore. It's simpler to overlook it and get inside, plopping down on a rusty chair as Kun grabs a flashlight from a corner.

His hands work quickly, and with confidence, like medicine is in his blood. It's impressive, but, most of all, painless. His touch is even gentler than Tyong’s and feels warm against your cool skin. A tiny smile plays on your lips the entire time, watching him and the sleeping puppy discreetly.

After that, your wounded hand is snug against the white bandages and the sting lessened. You feel like you could go on for miles, but Kun only laughs and tells you to calm down. No way you two are running uphill to his house.

“Wait, you mean you guys live… up there?”, you point, and he follows your finger, contemplating the towering trees of the forest nonchalantly.

Seeing your dubious expression makes his heart crack a little. He understands how intimidating it is: the dark, unknown forest. Who could guess what lurks between the twigs, spying on the few, brave souls that dare cross their territory?

“I know hiding from zombies in the woods sounds a bit weird, but I promise it’s safe. They have a hard time traversing the trees because they’re so closely set. Also”, he studies the grass beneath his feet, feeling a mix of shame and hesitance himself. “We might have planted a few landmines around the perimeter.”

The sound you make then is something between a wheeze and a gasp.

“How did you…?”

“I preferred to not question when Yukhei showed up with them”, he breathes, sounding like a tired father. “There’s a protected path we’ll follow, though!” He makes a face at how he saved the most important detail for last. I have no idea what is wrong with me today.

But, Kun thinks, secretly relishing on the way you shine under the moon, if you’re scared, I’ll hold your hand.

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The journey to his house is more serene than you guessed. There are no walkers you perceive. It's almost like this place is completely cut off from the world, far away from real danger. Although maybe that is just Kun's effect on you. You have not failed to notice how tranquillity seems to flow out of him in waves, wordlessly comforting your wild heart. It's nothing like you have ever felt.

I met him two hours ago.

Once again shaking off your feelings, you try to focus on the other things that surround you. The crickets, the faint crunch of the grass and fallen leaves, an owl, how smooth his skin could feel under your fingertips...

Oh my god, you cringe.

As you steady yourself against the trunk of an oak, your shoulders finally loosen. Not too far ahead, you can see something that resembles a ski cabin, surrounded by barbed wire, and with orange light pouring from the windows. The path you walk on is surrounded by sharp wooden stakes from both sides, but the place still feels homier than the campus.

You don't notice your grin until he smiles back, taking your hand in his and continuing the walk. You remain quiet until the ground changes from grass, pebbles and mud to beaten earth, and you stand right outside the fence. It's far taller than you, with the metal glittering intimidatingly. If the landmines had not made you feel safe, this definitely has.

Kun, still grasping your hand delicately, surrounds the house with an attentive look. He searches for something and stops a few meters from where you were. It’s always simple to find—the crossing point—and he spins to face you.

“If you don’t mind holding the bag, I can cross over first and then help you. Is that okay?”, he asks, looking for approval in your eyes.

Warmth takes over your heart at his caring nature, knowing he could have just gotten in and expected you to not hurt yourself.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

With no other words, you reach for the bag, and hug it against your chest, observing the sleeping dog in your arms. While you are distracted, Kun steps on the lower row of wire and carefully places his hands on the upper one, creating a space he can shimmy through.

He pays close attention to where the barbs were, but does it calmly, and gets to the other side with a small sigh. He then gestures to the bag, stepping on the wire once again, and passing it over with even more care than he had for himself.

The moment he takes the bag from you, you feel your fingers brushing. While you both pretend not to notice, the heat rushing to your cheeks speaks for itself. Neither one of you mention it.

Then, it's time for you to get in. You can admit you are a bit apprehensive. Kun’s frame is sturdier than yours, in general, and he was just fine, but the idea of sneaking through sharp thorns is not exactly exciting.

Kun seems to know what you feel, and gives you a sweet smile, hoping to calm your nerves. He places the bag on the ground gently, trying to keep the puppy asleep. The process, then, starts over.

One foot over the first wire, a hand on the upper one and the other stretched out for you to grab. The wind picks up abruptly, and you can't tell if you shiver from it or from the grip of his fingers on yours.

“No need to hurry”, Kun whispers, eyes trained on where your body is concerning the barbs. He, time or another, tells you to bend a little lower or higher, and pulls more at the cable. To your relief, though, all is well. After a minute of wiggling, you touch the other side of the fence and allow yourself to rest.

“You did good”, he praises, patting your hair kindly. You sort of feel like a kid, but maybe not in an unpleasant way.

Tardily letting the tiredness from the day catch up to you, your brain slows down, and your limbs ache. You had not noticed Kun was already up on his feet with the bag until a hand shows up before your eyes, a silent offer. You take it without a second thought, letting him pull you up.

From then on, your mind gave up on processing a lot of what you did. You were nearly sure you went up a row of stairs to a wooden deck, the floor squeaking under your boots. Your new friend still holds your hand securely, which you are thankful for when you trip on a loose board. His eyes examine you for a second, making sure you're alright before he turns to the door.

It is also made of wood but painted red and unyielding. Letting go of your fingers, he knocks 3 times, waits a couple seconds, and then 4 others. The house, so far still, erupts into hushed cheers and shouts. Kun can only shake his head, holding in a smile, and look up when the door flies open, candlelight spilling out. The slim figure that appears nearly throws himself in Kun’s arms, but freezes when he sees you and the bag.

“Y/N?!”

“Hendery?!”

“...You two know each other?”

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final notes: don’t question the way the virus works. just don’t, ok

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nctzendreamz · 5 years

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NCT 127: They Make You Feel Unwanted

have no fear! I’ll do this reaction with all the units if you guys want! just let me know <33333

Taeil:

In reality, he had just been really busy and not in the mood to have deep conversation these past couple of days, but you couldn’t see it that way. You just knew that he was going to break up with you because he was falling out of love.

He was currently laying on the bed, resting his eyes when he felt pressure beside him.

“What can I do?”

He couldn’t help but to let a confused expression rest on his features. “What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“What can I do to make you stay?”

Suddenly his eyes were open, staring at you. “Huh? I’m not leaving.”

“Then why don’t you talk to me anymore? Or ever want to spend time with me? What did I do?” He couldn’t even believe what he was seeing right now. You were never the type of person to beg for anyone, so to see this made his heart ache.

He sat up, bringing your face in his hands. “Baby, you’ve done nothing and i’m not leaving. I’ve just been tired but that’s not an excuse for how I’ve been treating you. Come here.” he brought his lips to yours in a soft manner, “I love you okay? I’ll never leave you.”

Johnny:

For the last twenty minutes, you had been listening to Johnny and the girl he referred to as one of his “best friends” have the deepest conversation of 2019. I mean really, you couldn’t keep up. What made it worse was the girl clearly wasn’t trying to include you in the conversation, and your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind it. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you got up, going outside to get some fresh air.

Maybe you shouldn’t have, because now it was a week later and this was the third time Johnny was leaving to hang out with her. He had also been acting very weird. He didn’t even kiss you before he left the house nowadays.

“Johnny, wait.” you spoke, reaching to grab his hand. “What’s up with us?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you act like you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“What? How?”

“You’ve been spending more time with Jihun than me these days.”

He took a deep breath, and you were terrified of what he would say next. “Well I’ve kinda had to Y/N after you were so rude to her.”

You couldn’t hold in a snort. “Are you fucking joking? You literally didn’t even include me in your conversation, but I’m the bad guy for walking away?” you stormed off into the bathroom.

“Y/n, wait!” he yelled after you, feeling horrible about what he said because he didn’t mean it at all.

Taeyong:

In the beginning of your relationship, Taeyong would tell you anything you wanted to know. Now, not so much. You would try to get him to open up to you, but he refused to as if he couldn’t trust you or something. You hated to get so mad about it, but you couldn’t help it.

Here he was, sitting in silence on the couch. Something was clearly eating at him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You said, sitting on the floor infront of him.

“Talk about what?”

“Well actually, there’s a few things we could talk about. First let’s discuss why you don’t tell me anything anymore. Have you been telling someone else all your secrets?” Your voice was soft, but your eyes were telling a different story. You were hurt.

“No.” He sighed, as if he knew exactly what you were referring to.

“Then what?”

“I just...i don’t want to feel like a burden to you.”

“Taeyong...you’re my boyfriend. Your burden is my burden regardless of whether you tell me or not. Always know that.” The minute you saw a tear running down his cheek, you got up from the floor to hug him.

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna tell you everything.” He said through his tears.

Yuta:

This was his fourth raincheck in the last 2 weeks. He had no schedules, so you couldn’t think of a reason why he would be trying to avoid you other than the fact that he was having second thoughts about your relationship. At this point there was no reason to respond to his texts.

When he called, you answered but didn’t speak.

“Hello? Y/N why haven’t you been responding to any of my texts? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? That’s all you have to say?”

“So you can cancel four dates in a row, but when I don’t respond to your texts it’s a problem? Bye Yuta.”

You honestly expected not to hear from him for the next couple of days, so you were very shocked when the doorbell rung and he was standing outside, flowers in his hand.

“Yuta...”

“Just let me explain.” he stepped in quickly. “You have every right to be mad at me. I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you, but it’s not you. It’s just...I get so nervous around you all of sudden. I can barely breathe. I don’t know why but I need you to know how much I want to be with you. I’m not leaving.” He embraced you as soon as he finished.

“Oh, baby.” you whispered, rubbing your fingers through his locs. “It’s okay I understand. Always remember you can talk to me about whatever you feel.”

“I guess I was just scared it would sound stupid.”

“Nothing you feel is stupid to me.”

Doyoung:

He was never the one for extreme affection, but for some reason he really hated it today.

“Y/N can you go and be annoying somewhere else? Please?” He didn’t even mean to say it, it just slipped.

“Yeah whatever,” was all you said, going into your room to cry. Yes, you were acting like a child but you hated upsetting him. You knew you were overdoing it just a tad but you just wanted him to give you some attention.

“Y/N, can I come in?” you heard him say as he knocked on the door.

You decided on silence, expecting him to go back into the living room, but he came in with a somber expression on his face. He sat next to you on the bed, rubbing your shoulder softly. “Can you look at me?”

You kept your eyes on the floor.

“I didn’t mean what I said, Y/N. You know you never annoy me and I know you were only all over me because I wasn’t paying you any attention. I just had a bad day at practice and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“Mhm.” was all you said.

“Mhm?” he questioned, and you knew what was coming next. Suddenly he was tickling you.

“Stop!” you screamed, even though you were laughing.

“Say you forgive me.”

“Okay okay.!” you yelled, easing up on him.

He leaned into you, pressing light kisses to your nose. “Good.”

Jaehyun:

Usually, Jaehyun was all over you when the two of you were alone. Recently though, it was as if he never wanted you. You tried to cuddle with him and things of that nature, but he always pushed you away. You couldn’t help but feel insecure from this. Was he not attracted to you anymore?

Here you were once again, the two of you watching a movie. He attempted to watch it, but couldn’t focus with you trying to sneak under his arm. “Let’s watch.” he whispered.

You took the remote, pausing the film. “Why don’t you ever want me on you now?”

“Huh?” he said nervously.

“Every time I try to do something, you make up a reason not to. What’s up?”

“No, baby. I just...I just know how much you hate people touching you.”

“Why would you think that?” you asked confusedly.

“I heard you talking about it on the phone.”

“Jaehyun, if I’m trying to be all over you, don’t you think that means I like it from you.”

“Yes.” He said embarrassingly, forcing you into his arms.

Winwin:

You and Winwin’s relationship was already on the rocks when you were both stationed in Korea, but now that he was in WayV, it couldn’t have been in a worse place. There was an obvious distance, and it was breaking your heart by the second. You figured it was a long shot to video chat with him, but it was worth a shot right? When you saw him answering, your heart dropped into your stomach.

“Is everything okay?” Was the first thing he said. He looked so tired you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Yeah...” your sight became foggy from the clear awkwardness of the phone call. You were crying because it didn’t used to be like this. Even in his tired state, he used to greet you with eyes full of love. “I miss you.” You whispered.

His hands ran through his hair as he refused to deny you eye contact. “I miss you too.” You heard him speak, but it was almost as if it was routine for him. Like he was saying it but only because he felt obligated.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, feeling awful. “I didn’t mean to bother you. Go to sleep.”

“No, Y/N. I’m sorry.” He said suddenly, making you look at him again. “I just...this is really hard.” He whispered.

“I know.”

“And I love you so much, baby. So much.” His voice began to shudder, “but I can’t do this right now. You deserve better. I know I’ve been distant and this hasn’t been working and I’m not going to put you through that any longer. When I come back, maybe we can fix this, but not now.” He was crying now.

“Okay. I love you too.” Was all you said before hanging up the phone. In less than a second you were both breaking down.

Oops did I go too far? ahahaha.. :)

Jungwoo:

Jungwoo has been begging you for weeks to let him introduce you to his friends, and when you finally agreed he couldn’t be happier.

He had gotten you excited about the whole ordeal, but what he didn’t mention was that when he said introduce, he literally meant “This is my girlfriend,” and that’s it. Now you were sitting on the couch on your phone, and that was all.

You knew you could be doing something more productive, so you found Jungwoo in a room laughing. “I’m gonna go home.” You whispered in his ear before walking away. Truthfully, you didn’t expect him to follow you. He had been ignoring you all night, so why would he stop his conversation now?

“Y/N wait!” He was able to catch you in the empty hallway. “Why are you leaving?”

“You’re not even paying attention to me, Jungwoo. I thought you wanted your friends to get to know me.”

He looked like he wanted to protest, but he thought about it. “You’re right.” He confessed, grabbing your hands. “I just got so caught up in catching up, I wasn’t even thinking.”

“Well I appreciate the honesty, but ow.” You said.

“Come with me.” He said suddenly, attempting to drag you in the room he just left.

You were pouting, but you weren’t gonna say no. He deserved a chance to redeem himself. “Okay.”

For the rest of the night he wouldn’t let you leave his sight or arms for that matter. All of his friends could see how much he loved you from the constant looks and kisses you got from him all night.

Mark:

Boy, did you love Mark more than anything. Even in times like these, where his focus was on everything but you. In your relationship, you were the mushy one, while he was more go with the flow, but it added an interesting dynamic to your relationship so the two of you pretty much ignored it. Well, until now.

“Mark, are we gonna spend any time together today?” You questioned as you watched him frantically writing lyrics on his notepad.

No answer.

“Baby,” you called out, attempting to touch his shoulder before he scooted his chair to the other side of the room. You didn’t have the energy for this, so you decided it was best to leave. You knew he heard every word you said, but ignored you so you would get the message that you were clearly unwanted.

If he didn’t want to hang with you, he didn’t have to, but that didn’t mean you were staying in tonight. You went out with a group a friends, turning your phone off to save battery. When you walked into your apartment, you saw Mark sitting on the couch looking very upset.

“Where were you? I was worried.”

“Out.” Was all you said, placing your keys on the counter.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you actually apologizing?” You questioned. It was like hearing a baby say it’s first words.

“Yes. I shouldn’t have ignored you. I was being such an asshole but I really needed time to be alone.”

You walked over to him, straddling his lap. “Well next time, tell me that. Say, “we can hang out later, but right now I need to finish these lyrics,” you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “You know I understand alone time better than anyone.” You chuckled.

“You’re right. You’re always right.” he sighed as he began pressing kisses on you. “Speaking of...when’s the last time we had some alone time? Movie date?”

“It’s been forever.” You whispered. “Movie date it is.”

Haechan:

Lately, your boyfriend was extremely distant, and you didn’t know why. You retraced all the steps from your past few weeks together, but you knew you didn’t do anything. You even asked his members, but they couldn’t think of a reason either.

The two of you were supposed to be hanging out, but he canceled, saying he had practice. You could sense he was lying, and confirmed it with the other members.

Was he cheating on you? He wouldn’t...right?

You didn’t know why, but something told you to go the the practice room just incase.

Your guardian angels were correct, because there he was, dancing aggressively in the mirror.

“Haechan,” you spoke softly, causing him to look up at you in fear.

“Shit Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I think the real question is what are you doing here?”

“I told you I had practice.”

“Practice by yourself?”

“Yes.” Was all he said, trying to continue his dancing before he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s going on, baby?” Your eyes were so sad looking into his.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He said, brushing your hand off.

“Well I’m not leaving until you do.”

He wanted to yell at you, but he knew it wouldn’t phase you. “I’m just stressed, okay?”

“About?”

“About everything.”

“Like?”

He rolled his eyes, catching his breath. “Us. My job. Life.”

“Why are you worried about us?” You asked in a shocked tone.

“Because I’m never around. I’m always working.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “And I’m still not going anywhere.” Your plump lips connected to his own.

“And I have so many schedules I can’t even keep up.” He said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“It’s okay. Is it stressful? Yes. But you can get through it baby I promise. And always know I’m gonna be at the finish line waiting for you. I’m never going anywhere. I love you.”

He took a deep breath, allowing his worries to come out as well. “I love you too.”

A/N: I’m sorry this came out WAY longer than expected but I love you all! 😭🕺🏽

#nct #nct 127 #nct reaction #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct angst #nct fluff #taeil #johnny #jaehyun #taeyong #mark #haechan #doyoung #jungwoo #yuta #winwin

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ahgasescenarios · 4 years

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Before You Go- Lee Taeyong

Word count: 1k

Genre: angst/sad

A/N: So this work is inspired by Lewis Capaldi’s Before You Go because I was honestly obsessed with the song and felt like it called for an angsty scenario LOL But enjoy this drabble of mine, I know it’s not the best but I’m still working on bettering myself as an author. Let me know if you have any comments about what I should improve on, thanks so much xx

The weather outside reflected your mood; gloomy and foggy. You strolled about mindlessly, umbrella in hand with a permanent frown painting your features. You had been feeling out of sorts lately and you were at a loss as to how to remedy the situation. Your boyfriend Taeyong was too busy buried in books to be of any help, but you did have a date today, so you were counting on it to cheer you up, even if just a little.

“Taeyong, are you almost here?”

You were standing outside the café you had judged fit for a date. You came here yourself quite often to study.

“Oh, god, (Y/N), I’m so sorry I totally forgot. Is there any way we can reschedule?”

You looked down; disappointment clear in your eyes as your feet unconsciously kicked at the ground.

“Sure. I had errands to run anyway.” That was your first lie.

This wasn’t the first time your boyfriend had stood you up. His studies in law occupied his every waking instant and he barely had any time for you anymore. He used to make time for you, sacrificing his precious hours of sleep for a few hours with you. You wondered what had changed. You walked around with the same question weighing on your mind.

When you finally lifted your gaze from the ground, you noticed that your feet had inadvertently led you to your boyfriend’s apartment building. After a gruesome internal dilemma, you opted to listen to your gut.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?”

Your boyfriend opened the door with an astonished look on his face. His hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes made it clear that he wasn’t lying about the workload his program imposed.

“I don’t know Taeyong, but I think we need to talk.”

“Right now’s not the best time, (Y/N) …”

“Well, when is it ever, Tae? You don’t make time for me anymore.” You sighed and looked down.

“That’s not true, I- “

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy. But did you notice that we haven’t seen each other in over two weeks?”

The guilt washed over him, he obviously hadn’t noticed.

“Babe, I’m sorry, let me make it up to you- “

“I just.” You stopped yourself and chose your next words very carefully. “Maybe this is a sign.”

“What are you saying?” He took a step back.

“We haven’t been the same in a very long time, Taeyong. I keep clinging on to our happiest memories and replaying our moments together but when I get to the present, I don’t like what I see.”

As the words left your mouth, Taeyong realized that you were right. He had been so engrossed in his studies that he hadn’t made you a priority until all you shared together were memories. There was a moment of silence before he spoke next.

“When did this happen to us?” Taeyong asks, puppy dog eyes boring into yours.

“I don’t know, I guess it sort of just did.” You paused. “I just want to be happy, Taeyong and the truth is girls like me don’t end up with guys like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He stood up at this and walked over so he was facing you.

“Nothing, forget it.” You tried to turn away, but he stopped you.

“No, tell me.”

“Well, Taeyong look at me. I’m not enough for you and I never will be.”

“How could you think that? “

“What does it matter now, anyway?” Tears formed at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill any moment. “It’s none of us’ fault, but I think it would be better if we ended things.” You wiped your own tears, surprising yourself with the turn of this conversation. You hadn’t known you were going to break up with him when you first set foot in here.

“Wait, what? (Y/N), where is this coming from?”

“I’ve been struggling for weeks Taeyong, and you haven’t even noticed. I need to take some time for myself.”

He looked down, ashamed of himself. He had so many regrets. There was no point in fighting at this point and he only felt bad about having caused you pain in the first place.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.”

You nodded.

“I know, and I’m not mad at you. You were my first love, Tae and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart. But for now, I have to do this.”

“I really wish things were different. If I hadn’t been so focused on school maybe-“

“Hey, don’t go blaming yourself, okay? We both made our mistakes. Sometimes, things happen for no reason at all.”

You smiled through your tears, which only broke Taeyong’s heart further. He hated seeing you like this and he hated that he was the one responsible for that look on your face. He walked over to you and held you tightly against him. The hug lasted longer than what was deemed acceptable, but neither of you minded.

“Thank you for everything, (Y/N). I hope we’ll meet again someday in better circumstances.”

“Me too, Taeyong.” You stood up on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek one last time. “Goodbye.”

And with one last look at what used to be your favorite place on earth, you were out the door. You felt like you had done the right thing, but that didn’t lessen any of the pain you were currently feeling. Being with Taeyong had been your joie-de-vivre and you were grateful for him being your first love. Maybe you would meet again one day and this time would be the right one, or maybe not. There was no right or wrong answer. But for now, you’d listen to yourself.

So before you go, you replay every moment in your mind one last time. You forgive Taeyong for all the times he stood you up when you needed him and let your heart be free. And when you finally opened your eyes, you were ready to become the person you deserved to be.

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absolutelycapable · 7 years

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in between days

she meets jaehyun four times. the first three she is drunk, the last one she is not.(3,000+ words, jaehyun x oc)

(i)

“and this is jaehyun!” her friend is yelling into her ear, pointing at one of the two boys in front of you.

“hi” she extend her hand to shake his. he meets her gaze with an expression that looks to ask ‘are you serious?’, but reluctantly accepts her hand anyways.

a heavy rap track is blaring in the background as she swallows the last of her drink. sweaty bodies fill the room, the stench of alcohol that she thought was overpower upon her arrival has been long forgotten, as her brain had reduced its ability and was now only processing one thing at a time. right now, that thing was jung jaehyun and his toned biceps that were peeking out from beneath the hem of his black tshirt.

“are you not drinking?” she asked, failing to see any cups within his remote vicinity. she can feel her words slurring as they leave her mouth, but her brain was so foggy from the tequila shots she had taken earlier and the overwhelmingly attractive male she was speaking to that she did not have the energy to put any thought to the possible embarrassment.

“nope. i’m the driver tonight.” he speaks with little interest, eyes wandering beyond her to the crowd seated at a table somewhere behind her. his mouth hardly moves from the straight line it sits in as he talks, obviously preoccupied with something beyond the conversation she is offering.

her friend is giggling and touching the arm of the other boy she met, who’s name she has already forgotten. soon the flirtatious pair excuse themselves to go get more drinks, leaving her alone with the sober and slightly annoyed boy she had just met. they stand in the corner of the room, ignoring the other’s existence for what seems like an eternity until your two friends return, attached at the face and pushing each other onto the couch, drinks forgotten somewhere on their journey.

“you might be driving an extra body tonight” she says, leaning towards jaehyun’s ear in attempt to be heard over the sounds of the chaos surrounding them, but losing her footing and grabbing his (extremely broad) shoulder for balance.

“most likely.” he snorts and she can feel his muscles flex “i just hope your friend is drunk enough to sleep through the night. yuta snores like a chainsaw.”

she thinks it’s nice to see the boy smirk instead of sulk over his current situation like he had been for the few minutes she had known him, before realizing her hand is still in contact with his body and quickly removing it.

“what are you studying?” she asks, curious to see if he is capable of having more than two expressions.

“literature. second year. what about yourself?” he leans against the wall and turns to face her, crossing his arms.

“i’m a bio major. second year as well but i just transferred, so i only know approximately three people at this party.” she’s not sure if the alcohol is affecting her depth perception, but he seems very close.

“don’t worry, there’s not many people here worth knowing anyways. especially not when they’re drunk.” there’s an edge in his voice she can’t place.

“who do i want to know then?” she looks at him expectantly and he smirks again.

they talk the rest of the night. she goes home and wonders when she will see him again.

(ii)

“you’re drunk.” jaehyun stated, taking a long drag from the cigarette in his hand and releasing the smoke from his lungs into the night air.

“i’m not drunk.” she grabbed his cheeks with one hand, turning his head so their eyes locked. her expression sat blank before she erupted into a fit of giggles, “ok, maybe i’m a little drunk. but it’s more fun that way!” she snatched the light from his hand and let it rest between her two fingers.

their second interaction was spent much like their first, mostly in silence, except for the bass of the music blaring inside. she had wandered around the party asking a few randoms for a smoke before running into him. jaehyun obliged her request, cocking an eyebrow at her wobbly condition and leading her outside by the waist. now they were perched on the hard brick of the front porch, clouds of cold breath and the smoke they exhaled mixing around them.

“you should try it sometime.” she said, wrapping her jean jacket tighter around her.

“what’s that?”

“being drunk. having fun.” the party sounded distant from where they were, and she wondered if she could trick herself into forgetting about everything but him. “i’ve heard some rumours, but i’ve only ever seen you when you’re sober.”

“and you’ve only met me two times.” he laughed, looking up at the black above them. The quiet surrounded them again, and she decided ten minutes exposed to the chill of winter was the fastest way to sober up. even though she was freezing her ass off, there was a certain beauty to their surroundings. the sky was clear tonight and the darkness was scattered with stars, illuminating them both just enough for her not miss how his posture stiffened slightly at her comment.

“what have you heard? i’m not familiar with that side of me. i’d like to know what i did.” his voice was teasing but the the look in his eyes was unreadable. their cigarette was finished, but jaehyun was pulling another one from the pocket of his jacket and placing between his lips. she flicked on the flame and held the lighter to the edge of the malboro.

“nothing too specific. someone just told me you used to be quite the party animal.” and playboy. but she left that part out.

“i guess that’s true.” he hummed. “obviously not my favourite hobby anymore though.”

she had to admit he intrigued her. former varsity basketball player quits the team and drops off the face of the earth to all who knew him, suddenly transforming into the brooding and mysterious boy who could give james dean a run for his money. she was curious, and the fact that jung jaehyun was very, very hot did not help in any way to settle the questions swarming in her head. maybe in her tipsy state she was imagining, but there was a sadness in his eyes that looked deeper than something you could explain to another person. a sadness that can only be understood through experience.

“what are your hobbies now then?” she averted her eyes to the ground, realizing she had spent the last few minutes staring at the soft curve of his lips.

“if i’m being honest, i spend most of my time studying and babysitting drunk people who are supposed to be my friends.” he laughs as she holds her hand up to her chest, mocking offense. he leans closer and speaks in a voice lower than she has ever heard “but if i’m not doing that, i like writing.”

“that’s a nice fact, edgar allan poe. next time i see you when i’m drunk at a part i’ll know not to go outside alone with you in case you need some inspiration for your next murder novel.” she leans away but her heart is beating fast, and he’s looking at her with that smile that makes her want to do something terribly stupid.

she rises from her position and heads towards the door. “i’m not going to let you become the next stephen king because of me. you’re going to have to find another girl to make your money off of.” she turns back to face him, but he is already throwing the last of his cigarette on the ground and following her into the house.

(iii)

the club is full and she is sweating, a mix of liquor and adrenaline pulsing through her bloodstream in rhythm with the beat of the music. after the last round of shots, all she wanted was to move, so she didn’t object when her friends wanted to leave the bar and head somewhere with a dance floor. the combination of flashing lights and unknown faces puts her in a daze, and she hardly notices when a new person inserts themselves into their dance circle.

by the time she realizes what is happening, yuta and your friend are trying to reenact their infamous night from a few months ago, dancing dangerously close to each other. two other bodies have joined your group, boys that she recognized as ten and taeyong, some of yuta’s friends that she had shared classes with.

they had danced through three songs with the new additions to the group before she noticed him. as she tilts her head back to brush the hair from her face, she makes eye contact with a figure near the wall and he smirk at her. jaehyun. she darts her way through the crowd until she’s standing next to him.

“hello stranger.” she smiles, running a hand through her hair. “are you driving again?”

“unfortunately yes.” this is the most she can remember him smile, “and this club is really not made for sober people.”

“i believe that. you must owe a lot of favours if you’re always the sensible one.” she wasn’t sure if she was leaning in because she wanted to flirt with him or if she was so drunk she couldn’t stand up straight.

by the time she took her attention away from jaehyun and their conversation, her friend and yuta had dismissed themselves from the group and ushered themselves to a table where your friend was sprawled on top of him, looking like she was trying to inhale him for a second time.

“something about this seems familiar.” jaehyun rolls his eyes at her playfully and she is giggling like he has told the funniest joke in the world.

“do you think you can get away with ditching your friends for a bit?” he inquires.

“it depends. what did you have in mind?” she is so close to him she swears she can feel the warmth of his skin radiating against her, “if it involves me dying, then it’ll be a strong maybe.”

he looks her up and down before responding, “sorry, i usually prefer my victims a bit meatier. they taste better. i’m a bit hungry though.”

she grabs his hand and begins to drag him towards the exit.

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less than half an hour later she is sipping a milkshake in some dingy 24-hour diner, jaehyun parallel to her in their tiny corner booth. a classic doo-wop song melts into the background as the red leather of the seats makes him stand out in all black.

“so biology.” he says to her, picking a french fry off the plate between them.

“mmmmmm?” she slurps in question, tilting her head and grinning. “what about it?”

“what do you want to do with it?” he questions, “if you want to be a doctor i think you might be mixed up with who chops who into little pieces.”

“ha ha. funny joke, hannibal.” she kicks him under the table, “seriously though, i do want to be a doctor.”

“really? how ambitious.” his dark hair makes him look ghostly pale in the fluorescent lights, like he is a figment of her imagination in some alternate universe and if she blinks he will vanish from his place in front of her. somehow, the look works for him. “open your own practice and stuff?”

“not exactly. more like the whole doctors without borders shebang. offer healthcare and research to those who don’t have access to it.”

“we have a humanitarian on our hands. you never struck me as the type.”

“the type to want to help other people? well thanks asshole.” she scrunched her nose, unimpressed with his statement.

“no, not that!” he audibly laughed, smile lighting up his face and revealing a small dimple on each cheek, “i meant the type to not settle down. you seem like a homebody.”

he seemed genuinely engaged for the first time since she had met him. she wasn’t sure if the change in setting had a part in it, but he also seemed…. happier. less cynical. eating greasy food in a diner at 2 am made him seem more like the twenty year old by he was, rather than his usually convincing portrayal of a boy building walls around himself to keep others out.

“what about you?” she retorts, loudly slurping the remnants of her milkshake, “what are you going to do with that lit degree? die an alcoholic, five times divorced?”

he pretends to be shocked by her comment. “you know, not all authors are tortured souls. although the better ones certainly fit that stereotype.”

“so you’re stuck between choosing happiness or to be remembered for your literary skills? a tough decision indeed.”.

“i guess you could say that.” he placed his now empty cup of coffee on the edge of the table, “although i like writing, i’m not sure if i have the talent for it.” he’s looking out the window instead of facing her, and she feels the bitterness return to his eyes just for a moment, before disappearing as he grins at her. “what i really want to do is teach.”

she looks at him, unconvinced, “for real?” she waits for any kind of response before continuing, but his expression remains in the same smirk, challenging her to question him. “are you trying to be the misunderstood angsty english teacher who get high school girls all hot and bothered? because that role might suit you.” she leans back against the red leather with a grin, ”you’ve actually got the right aesthetic going on, you might need glasses though.”

“and what would that be?” he is leaning his elbows on the table to prop himself closer to her, and although her alcohol levels have dropped significantly, she still can’t bring herself to bite her tongue.

“tall, dark, handsome in a way that isn’t airbrushed Hollywood, but is still irresistible. trust me, i would have had a crush on you in high school.” she breathes out and leans in so their faces are only inches apart.

“what about now?” she can feel his the heat of his skin radiating across the table. he smelled like a combination of cigarettes, coffee, and laundry detergent, scents that were more appealing when they all came together.

“what about now?” she waggled her eyebrow at him, thinking she was lucky her cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol she had consumed earlier.

before he could respond, his phone started violently buzzing on the table beside him. after saying a few “yes”’s and a “see you in five” into the phone, he pulled a twenty dollar bill and left it on the table.

“looks like our time is up.” he hummed, standing and motioning towards the door.

(iv)

“i don’t need you to take me home.” he huffed, sitting on the curb next to the bus stop. it was nearly 1 in the morning, and the last bus going back to the university was set to come soon. the street was quiet, despite the party that was going on a few houses down. she sighed and sat down next to him.

“ok holden caufield, no need to be angry over someone trying to be a good friend.” the party had been fun, but after jaehyun’s friends had left early and he was stranded in an inebriated state, she decided she needed to make sure he made it back to his apartment in a single piece.

“you’re not as fun when you’re sober, you really should know that.” jaehyun bumped their shoulders together and then proceeded to slouch over and prop his head against her arm. his breathing audible as they both sat in silence for a few moments.

the night was cold, but the wetness that defines winter chill is missing. signs of spring had been emerging, and the end of their semester was approaching faster than anyone had expected. the party was thrown to celebrate the end of midterms for most people, but unfortunately one of her professors had decided to extend her suffering. her avoidance of alcohol was so she could go home and crack open her books once she had made a brief appearance at her friend’s party. that was of course until she had run into jaehyun, who was drunk, alone, and very eager to spend time with her. after nearly dropping her whilst trying to give her some sort of bear hug when she brought him a glass of water, she figured it was time for jaehyun to go to bed.

after sitting wordlessly for what felt like an endless amount of time, each enjoying the contact of their skin against each other, he spoke.

“i’m sorry.” his voice is almost a whisper, and she’s not sure if he is directing this at her or if in his drunken state he is somehow feeling the need to apologize to a greater power somewhere in the universe.

“what for?” she sighed, resting her head on top of his. his hair was soft, and the warmth of his touch was nice. comforting.

“the first time i get drunk in ages and i end up forcing a very cute girl who i have only met twice to babysit me. not exactly what i imagined when i left the house a few hours ago.”

“three times.”

“what?”

“we’ve met three times before this.” she suppressed a giggle, grinning to herself. he pulled himself away from his position against her shoulder and faced her, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“i subtly tell you i’m interested in you and all you can do is correct me on the number of times i have taken care of your drunk ass?” he laughs, shoving her lightly.

“if you call that a confession, i’m extremely disappointed. you didn’t even write me a story about you cutting off any of my limbs out of passion or give me a mixtape including a song by the cure. i expected better of you.”

he was staring at her, lips upturned and cheeks pink. his eyes were full of something she had never seen in the times they had met. possibly curiosity, or hope. something that made them sparkle with chance.

“can i try again when i haven’t been drinking?” he asked, a tinge of nerves lacing his question, but not enough to stop him from ever slightly leaning closer.

“i don’t know.” she was perfectly still, not wanting to break the eye contact between them, ”you’re the author, what is your gut telling you?”

she can feel her stomach flip at the proximity between them. he is so close, and she just wants to reach out and run her fingers through the softness of his dark hair again.

“it’s telling me to kiss you, no matter how cliché that ending will be.” there are merely centimetres between his face and hers.

“well, maybe we should give the readers what they want.”

and she closes the gap between them.

#jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #nct #jung yoonoh scenarios #sorry that i like the idea of lit major slightly alternative jaehyun so much #also sorry if this is awful #this is my first attempt at writing

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