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jungnoir · 6 years

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May I please request college boyfriend!yuta in bullet point form? Please please please ❤️❤️❤️ I’ve been waiting so long for your requests to be reopened, I love your work!

a/n: thank you for being patient!! i hope you like this~

name: nakamoto yuta

age: immortal

major: bullshit undecided

if anyone were to try and define yuta,,, there would be a series of words that would be used,,, all of which may or may not be appropriate for ages 13 and under

yuta came to seoul from japan when he was just graduating high school on a scholarship for soccer

there were tons of schools that he really would have liked to go to all over the world, from places like New York to places in Brazil and Germany

and these schools all around the world really wanted him

he was, after all, a star on the rise

so you can see why his family was so confused when he chose to take a scholarship a little nearer to home, right in south korea

at the time, all he’d said was that seoul was somewhere he always wanted to live

which of course his family called bs on lol

yuta; what do you mean i’ve never talked about going to seoul before!! it’s my favorite place in the world!! great city!!! 10/10 would live there

literally everyone who knows this fool: you spelled seoul as seol once and it took you eight minutes to realize it

jk jk but look ok,,, he’s nowhere near as ditzy as he likes to joke about sometimes

cause yeah he’s great at soccer but he’s also got the brains to go with the brawn!! which makes him understand that despite the scholarships he’s getting to these overseas schools, not a lot of them cover all the expenses it will take to both get there and stay there

whereas the school in seoul is only 516 miles away from home, a stark difference to all those schools all over the world

if yuta wanted, he could go visit his family every weekend with the money he saved

and while seoul (shocker!) really wasn’t his dream place to be, it ended up being not too bad in yuta’s mind

to be honest,,, he kinda liked it

it was the actual school part he didn’t like

yuta felt most alive and happy when on the field, so having to take all these classes he neither cared for nor could understand on top of being in a foreign country and trying to master the language was t o u g h

while yuta never liked to admit it, there were often times he would find himself crying himself to sleep because he missed his family and old friends so much and being in another place, even if only 500 miles away, was stressful for him

thankfully, despite being one of the v few japanese students at his school, he wasn’t the only foreigner, and he’d met tons of good friends who were always patient with him when he mixed up his korean

ppl like taeyong, ten, jaehyun, doyoung, taeil, sicheng, mark, and johnny became some of his closest friends, but sicheng was his first

yuta could still remember his first day in classes at the school and how he couldn’t spot one (1) foreigner until his last class, statistics

yuta had just finished introducing himself to the class and he wasn’t really paying attention to everyone else as the teacher went down each table to get names, majors, places they were from, etc.

but then he remembered hearing this soft voice come from way across the classroom and this boy who was just a little younger than himself was introducing himself as dong sicheng and telling everyone that he was from china and would do his best to try and communicate and,,, fuk,,, it was like yuta’s world got a lil brighter

(i swear to god this is a yuta x reader fic and not a badly disguised yuwin fic ok)

almost immediately after class yuta tracks down sicheng and he’s like oh!!! hello!!! and tries to use his best korean for yuta but then yuta just pats sicheng’s shoulder with the most loving look in his eyes and probably tells sicheng he had been looking for him his whole life or something tbh sicheng doesn’t remember much of that moment except now yuta was his Best Friend and that was nonnegotiable

sicheng soon learned that yuta was also a foreigner and had gotten excited for all of five seconds before he found out he couldn’t speak much chinese, but sicheng was still pretty happy to have someone around who was in the same boat as him regardless

and, over time, sicheng began to teach him chinese and in return, yuta would teach him japanese

they would often try to navigate the horrors of being multilingual

and while yeah, it was pretty frustrating not being able to verbalize how you feel as accurately as you’d like, there were some perks

like insults. just hella insults

especially from sicheng to yuta

yuta absolutely loves pinching his cheeks and telling him how cute he is and follows the kid around and is so CLINGy and sicheng sometimes just has to smile and take it but other times,,,

sicheng: *in chinese* i’m going to skin you alive if you poke my cheek one more time you infuriating little man-

yuta: what are you saying, sicheng? *bats eyelashes lovingly*

sicheng: oh i was just saying ur my best friend in chinese hahahaha

yuta: awwww 💕❣️💓❤️💖💗💝💘

despite this though, the two really do love each other and often times do talk smack to each other about korean customs that they just Do Not Get

and all of their korean friends are just kind of like ???? why are u all so negative and yuwin is like “these are just the facts dudes”

it’s the relationships yuta has formed with these boys and more that really come in handy when yuta realizes in the middle of his second year that,,, he doesn’t really want to go to school for soccer anymore

he doesn’t love the sport any less!! but he just doesn’t feel like it’s what he wants to do for the rest of his life

there’s so much dedication and work that goes into it and yuta just isn’t in the same mindset he was in osaka or during his first year

he feels so ashamed when he informs both the school and his family that he was changing his major, and despite how his family still wants to support him in whatever he chooses, it becomes apparent that time is really running out for him at this point. most people say that declaring a major before your third year is crucial, and he has barely months left

of course, after changing his major, yuta also loses his scholarship and is therefore having to try and make ends meet in any way he can

if that’s taking odd jobs here and there and moving from the dorms into a small, cheap apartment a half hour’s subway ride away from the school, he does what he has to

it’s only randomly when he’s just wasting time with the boys at their dorm that one of them turns on this,,, anime

no it’s not hentai

and sometimes the boys joke abt yuta’s anime knowledge being sub par at best but yuta is just like “at least i’m not a weeb”

until they introduce him to this one anime

ouran high school host club

he learns that the basic premise is the protagonist ends up getting forced into working for a “host club” of pretty, rich boys who tend to the girls of their high school and raise money doing silly things like taking photos of the boys and selling them or auctioning off the host’s belongings

and while he thinks it’s pretty ridiculous,, he’s also inspired

and out of the blue after binge-watching all the episodes in two days, yuta asks if any of the boys thinks it would be possible to have a host club in this decade, specifically at their school

at first, most of them just joke about how weird it’d be and that there were hardly any rich students on campus, let alone ones pretty enough to successfully be a part of a host club

but then yuta is like “no,,, i mean we don’t have to be as elaborate as the anime but we could still do things right? like for people who are stressed with exams or who need to talk to someone because they’re homesick and their friends here don’t get it,,,,, and we can get donations and stuff to keep it going. and the more money we get the more fun activities we can organize for students to enjoy,, wouldn’t it be cool?”

so from there, a conversation spurs on and suddenly this thing is actually getting put to work

each boy is in charge of something, whether it’s being a shoulder to cry on and get advice from on (taeyong), a fun, laid back guy who knows where all the cool things to do on campus are (johnny), or a guy who is just a plain pick up line machine (yuta)

they all do something unique and different compared to the other boys and it all just,,, like it just works so well

at first the school thinks it’s fuckin weird and there’s so much they have to smooth out but they eventually end up getting a faculty advisor to look over their activities and soon enough their “host club” is in business

at first, people really don’t know what they’re getting into when they’re invited to the club on campus, only that it’s supposed to be either really funny or really embarrassing

and the boys are just as nervous as the first few students who arrive

but, at some point, something just clicks

there’s this one student who comes to taeyong every week and complains about their annoying roommate and their terrible history professor but by the end of the meeting, they feel so much lighter

there’s another student who honestly just comes to see doyoung bc he reminds them sm of like a goofy best friend who is both awkward and cute at all times and they often just go to the cafeteria and play board games for hours

and there’s another student who is a chinese transfer and finds so much comfort in getting to talk to sicheng in their native language about home bc they haven’t met many ppl on campus who are in the same boat as them and it’s just,,, a blessing

yuta’s crazy, out of the blue idea actually works

and as ppl become regulars, they tell their friends and their friends tell their friends and suddenly they’re really doing something

students who can are sparing a few bucks here and there and when the club pairs up with other clubs on campus, they also get money from the fundraisers they hold selling ice cream or organizing therapy pet meetings during exam week for all the stressed students

a portion of the money that the club gets goes to the members to help with books and other little necessities that they might have trouble paying for currently

now, yuta, like some of the other boys, doesn’t really have a niche in the club

some of them do!! and that’s fine!! but it’s a little disheartening because there’s always that student who is like “is there anyone here who can do [x] for me?” and there will be one of them there and that thing is right up their alley

whereas all the more broad and unexplored requests go to the other boys who haven’t quite established what they can do for their clients

yuta is usually good at cracking jokes and being an overall mood lifter, but,, so is johnny,,,, so is their youngest, donghyuck,,, so is their newest member yukhei

and once again, yuta just feels like he doesn’t know what he wants in life and doesn’t know where he fits in

and yeah, sure, he put together this whole club in the first place, but he leaves management in the hands of taeyong and doyoung and taeil…. the “responsible” ones

yuta was just the “goof”, the “sassy” one, the “greasy” one

he just doesn’t know where he fits….. he feels like a puzzle piece that’s missing its place from the big picture

enter you, someone who was definitely in a similar head space

you weren’t sure what you were doing with your life, if you really wanted to pursue higher education, and your mental health was suffering big time

you were pretty much on your last leg as you tried to figure out whether you should just call it quits this semester and drop out for good or if you should keep soldiering on

your friend notices that you’ve fallen so deep into a bad mood that you haven’t been able to drag yourself out of it yet, so she recommends that you come try this new thing on campus that a lot of students have been talking about

something about a “harem of handsome boys” and “the answer to all your problems”

you seriously couldn’t see how a boy would ever be the answer to any problem but nevertheless u went

after your last class of the day, your friend brought you to one of the empty rooms on the top floor of one of the buildings on campus overlooking the rest of the school

there,,, you hadn’t known what you expected but it definitely wasn’t this

there’s just a bunch of handsome looking boys sitting around the big classroom, one sitting on top of a desk and talking animatedly to one girl about god knows what, another in the back showing a girl some new trendy dance you hadn’t caught on to yet, and another standing off to the side with a kind smile on his face as he introduces himself as jungwoo, a member of the club

he asks you what you’re looking for for the evening, and you have a weird feeling about the way he asks the question but this seems so,,, innocent,,, odd but innocent

your friend nudges you to go on, and you kind of just shrug and tell him you don’t know yet

jungwoo just smiles and tells you that he knows the perfect person for you

and then he runs off to the back of the room, up to one boy who wasn’t talking to anyone yet

he’s got headphones on and the shade on the window next to him is rolled all the way up, letting the sunlight in and it highlights his sharp features and stunning hazel eyes

jungwoo says something, and then those hazel eyes are on you

you barely register your friend leaving, just that her fleeting words are “have fun with him, he’s a mystery”

hazel eyes blinks and then quietly waves you over, and out of instinct you look over to the familiar face of jungwoo to see if it’s ok

the boy who looks much younger in comparison to hazel eyes just nods and smiles that big smile again, waving you over as well

so you make your way over, catching eyes with a few of the boys who were with other “clients” as your friend had called them, some of them giving you a smile and some of them widening their eyes as they watched you make your way over to hazel eyes

jungwoo pulls a chair out for you and faces you toward hazel eyes, telling you to have fun and to talk to him if you had any questions

once he’s gone…. you don’t quite know what to do now

and hazel eyes has no problem staring at you while you try to figure it out

immediately, you decide that’s the first order of business

“so uh,,, i’m (y/n), what is ur name?” you ask, sounding much meeker than you intended

honestly, you were just tired and couldn’t quite believe this was what you were spending your very limited time doing instead of homework or staring at the wall in the middle of an existential crisis

hazel eyes smiles some, “nakamoto yuta, but you can call me later”

it takes you a second to process that he’s just used a pick up line on you,, and a bad one at that

by the time you even get a stunned laugh out of your mouth, he grins wider and you swear that the sun’s light burns a little brighter on his skin when he does, “i’m already taking your breath away, huh?”

“out of disbelief” “i know, right? i’m a marvel. it’s ok, you can admit it” he nods at you understandingly, as if he knew your feelings better than you did yourself

“is this your thing then? you’re the flirty one?” you ask, folding your arms on the desk separating the two of you and tilting your head to the side

the sun reaches you when you do and,, you looked beautiful from across the room but up close

you took his breath away

he has to collect what is left of his bearings, watching you in quiet awe as he thinks of what to say to you in response

there are no more pick up lines or witty remarks up his sleeve all of a sudden

how did you do that?

he finally clears his throat and looks away almost bashfully, “that’s more yukhei’s area”

“then what do you do?”

“uh,,, i don’t. uh. i don’t have a thing”

you hum lowly, “so do you usually get the clients who are indecisive?”

he thinks for a moment before nodding an affirmative

after a small awkward silence, he tries to fill the time you have together, “well, why don’t you tell me about why you decided to come today then? or how you’re feeling? i can find out what to do for you from there”

you try to think about what to tell him, unsure if you should go as deep as to tell the truth but also if you should stay elusive. after all, you had no idea what this club specialized in. maybe it was just for lighthearted interactions between students and nothing more

“i really only came because my friend said i should take my mind off of school stress and well, here i am”

yuta blinks for a few seconds before perking up, pushing himself up from his chair. the sudden movement surprises you, but then he’s walking over to the other corner of the room where there’s a locker located. he pops open the door and pulls out a soccer ball, then turns to you with a grin “wanna play me? loser buys slurpees at the corner store”

your eyes widen in surprise before you decide that you’ve nothing to lose and decide to accept with an added “slurpees and snacks, accordingly”

yuta ends up leading you out to the empty, open soccer field as the sun starts its descent out of the sky, kicking the ball around to you with more force and precision than you had expected

it’s only a quarter into the game when you realize that you are v seriously outplayed and yuta hasn’t broken a sweat

meanwhile you have drowned in your own bodily liquids and are probably watering the grass with it at this point

“you tricked me!” you accuse, breathing hard as you fall to your knees at another goal scored by him, but he just grins and his smile looks more devious out here than it did when you’d first seen it

“i never told you i was bad at soccer, i just told you to play me” “tricked!” “you didn’t ask!”

you rush over to retrieve the ball, wanting so badly to score a goal out of spite but when you kick,,, he just quickly blocks it and gets it into ur goal instead

finally, he decides to pity you and ends the game early with a whopping win 12-1

to make up for completely annihilating you, he offers to drive you both to the store instead of making you walk in your exhausted state and soon, the both of you are perched in chairs outside of the corner store, laughing over your slurpees and snacks and talking about everything that comes to mind, from the strange little trinkets yuta keeps in his car to your ankle socks decorated with little strawberries

the sun has fully gone down now, the night air cool but relieving on your heated skin

yuta brushes his hair back with his hand and takes a long drag from his straw before leaning back into his seat and looking at you, “so, how do you feel?”

you start at the sudden question, realizing that you have no ready-made answer on your tongue

honestly, you hadn’t thought anything about how you felt

the whole time you were with yuta, you just let go. you stopped thinking. stopped feeling. you just had fun

so you tell him just that

“i feel the most carefree right now than i ever have since i started school here”

a look of stupefaction floods his expression, making you shuffle in your seat “sorry, uh,,, was that too much?”

he quickly shakes his head, “no i just,,, uh… i feel the same”

you two just stare at each other like you’d done earlier when you’d first met, bewilderment and curiosity clear in the air

there’s something there, you both note, but what it is is still unclear

all you know is that you felt free, and all yuta knows is that he feels like he might have actually found his thing

he ends up taking you back to the school where it has gotten quite late and all the other boys have finished up with their clients and have gone home by now

yuta is going to wish you a goodnight and get back to his apartment when you turn to him and dig into your wallet all of a sudden, pulling out a few dollar bills

“i uh,, i guess you guys take donations and everything?”

usually, this wouldn’t feel so strange. after all, it’s what the club runs on next to fundraisers and the like

but

between the both of you, it just doesn’t feel right

so he pushes your hand away and grins, “you already treated me to food, silly!”

you look like you want to protest but yuta just smiles and heaves a big breath, “so! i hope i made your night”

you just look at him for a bit before blurting out “can i see you again?”

yuta is taken aback bc… well, he’s never had anyone request that of him before. he never really saw regulars like the other boys, so to imagine that he would have one just boggled his mind for a while

he soon recovered however, putting on one of his carefree smiles, “only if you’ll continue to suck at soccer”

you scowl before breaking out into laughter together, you waving a quick goodbye before slipping out of the car and heading off to your dorm room before the night got any older

and yuta really shouldn’t be surprised when he sees you in their room again the same day next week, hair put up out of your face with a funny looking headband and your body outfitted in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and some sneakers that definitely aren’t made for running around on grass for hours

he doesn’t even get to ask you what the hell you thought you were wearing before you’re slapping your hands together and demanding a rematch for last week

and when he beats you (again), you treat him to slurpees once more

he expects you to really give up this time because now you’ve learned that he was recently attending school on a soccer scholarship and there was virtually no way that you, without any experience in the sport, could pummel him in it only after two matches

but then when he drops you off at the dorms a little earlier this time, your parting message is that you’ll be back for the next match

you meet him six days earlier, then five days, then four, three, two…

soon, you’re popping by every time you have a free hour or two to see if he’s in to play

slowly, you learn his schedule and he learns yours

the boys become well acquainted with you when you bound into the classroom with bright eyes and slightly more sport-appropriate outfits, simply yelling a “yuta, they’re here!” at the top of their lungs

while yuta starts to complain that all your meetings are the same, he does find that he’s having quite a lot of fun playing you

because, and don’t tell him i told you, but you’re getting better the more you play and he’s kinda proud

for those few hours every other day or so, it’s just the two of you messing around and playing soccer with each other

sometimes, you’ll get some talking in when you eat or when you both take a break and fall out on the grass in sweaty, panting messes

you learn all about how he wasn’t from around here, not too much of a surprise to you given his name, but you were awfully impressed with how he spoke almost like a native korean

he tells you about his life back home, about his family and how he’d gotten into soccer from a young age and adored it more than anything

he tells you how he has dreams of his mother’s homemade food and how he and his father message each other everyday about how much they miss each other

he tells you how ever since he changed his mind about his major, he’s felt lost and confused about his place in life and whether he would be anywhere near productive in the next ten years

and for the first time since yuta’s told someone about it, he feels like someone understands him

because you tell him that you feel similarly, that you don’t even know if what you’re studying for now will have any impact on your life in the future. you don’t have a clue what you want to do with your life and you don’t have a clue who you want to be,, but there’s something in that solidarity

and despite how scared the both of you are of your futures, you both decide that no matter what it is, you two can figure it out together

it’s different. it’s…. good. he likes the feeling of having someone understand him. he loves the feeling of having someone understand him and vow to walk the treacherous roads of life together. he really, really does

he also tells you about his funny habits like experimenting with making new foods (that he forces the other boys to eat and then enjoy) and teaching his unsuspecting friends out of context japanese just for kicks

you tell him if he ever teaches you something messed up in japanese you’ll kick him right in his soccer balls

he makes sure not to play u like that

except,,, maybe once

you: hey yuta how do you say “how much is this?” in japanese? i want to know if i ever visit

yuta: ohhh yeah it’s *in japanese* yuta is the best

you:…. did i just hear your name in that sentence

your friend pokes fun at you for going back so often but you honestly don’t care; you like being around yuta

in fact,, you kinda feel weird when you’re not with him

at first you had attributed it to him just having such a way with words that you would end up consumed in trying to decipher him rather than thinking about your day-to-day problems

but even when school stress was low, if he wasn’t around, you didn’t feel quite as peppy

yuta was slowly becoming something like your other half, fitting the pieces of you that you had long thought were missing

you guessed it might not have been the safest idea to start feeling so strongly for someone whose job was basically making people happy, but you felt that whatever you felt with him,, he felt with you

you could see it in the way he looked at you compared to his other clients, the way he would pretend not to light up when you’d walk in the room, or how he would try to prolong your time together in hopes that you’d stay longer,,,, keep your eyes on him more

you just didn’t know what to do with that information, didn’t know how to go about it the right way

after all, he had become someone you didn’t want to lose. if you screwed it up, you would be right back in the slump you were in before

you try instead to push the tumultuous feelings away for the time being and instead focus on meeting him again for your next match

you had managed to win your last two games and yuta was starting to get nervous, wondering if he was either losing his touch or you were just getting too good for him

when you show up to greet him that day, you notice you’re a little early and he’s with a client that had recently started coming to see him lately

she always came before you and always seemed to be somewhat starstruck whenever she would talk to him. you had eavesdropped on their conversations a number of times, so much so that you had enough blackmail fodder for d a y s

you had once teased him asking him why he never talked in such a cute voice to you as he did her

yuta: i don’t act cute for demons

usually, you would just sit off to the side and wait but you’re surprised when you’re suddenly approached by johnny who is grinning and plopping into a seat next to you, greeting you with one of his million dollar smiles “hey (y/n), waiting on yuta?”

you laugh, glancing over in the boy in question’s direction to see him fluttering his lashes at the girl “yeah, waiting on him and his girlfriend”

johnny snickers, “jealous, much?”

you fake a pout and rest your chin on your fist, “oh, definitely. i’m just overcome with the green-eyed monster!”

johnny looks over at yuta again and his friendly smile morphs into something a little sinister as he turns back to you, leaning in closer, “how obnoxious do you think we’ll have to be to get his attention?”

you take in a breath, wondering if you really should indulge johnny just for a joke, but then yuta looks over

and you start to laugh far too loudly as if johnny had just told you the most hilarious joke

you slap his shoulder for emphasis and feel yuta staring at the both of you, a slight pout on his lips as he can’t help but wonder what tf u two are even laughing abt

what’s,,, what’s with that loud laugh huh?? johnny’s not that funny??? you only laugh like that when he tells you jokes!!!!

>:(

you two keep it up well until you hear yuta call your name from the other side of the room and you finally realize the girl is long gone and yuta’s got his jacket thrown over his shoulder (all cool like, bc bad boys don’t wear their jackets apparently) and the soccer ball tucked between his hip and forearm, looking as serious as he ever has (but it’s rlly cute ishfiash)

“are you coming or are you two busy?”

johnny turns to you and tries to muffle a laugh, whispering for you to run along and that his “job is done”

whatever…. that means

you follow after yuta but he’s walking faster than usual, barely giving you a chance to keep up except for when he stops at the elevator

you try to jokingly ask him what he and his client talked about but he just mumbles “it’s confidential”

you can tell there’s something different in the air now and you’re feeling nervous, but you follow him out to the soccer field regardless and the game starts

it starts off fine, but you quickly realize that he’s playing in a totally different state than usual

he takes each shot seriously, seemingly getting you back for defeating him in the last two games

at one point, you guys get close to each other, you attempting to take the ball from him in hopes that you could somehow survive this game with more than two points or else he would totally annihilate you

your chests are bumping against each other, arms stretched backwards to fight the temptation of touching the other in order to get the ball

all it is is quick feet and sneaky steals

every time you steal, he steals back

it keeps going back and forth like that for a while, and you finally look him in the face

honestly, he could have gotten his point by now and finished the game

but,, he looks distracted

the mindless movements he makes prove that

he’ll steal the ball only to let you steal it back

“yuta…” you call his name softly, taking the ball from him once more

he seems to snap out of whatever it is that has him on another train of thought, and when he sees you have the ball, he steals it back immediately, but this time he gears up to kick it into your goal

you don’t know why you do it exactly, but you have to think fast if you want to save your ass in this game

your fingers shoot out and make contact with yuta’s sides and he jolts, breaking into an involuntary fit of laughter as you begin to tickle him

he demands that you release him in between giggles, hands weakly trying to pry yours away

you laugh too and manage to get him away from the ball just long enough to score a point while he’s compromised

yuta suddenly catches your wrists and pulls you into him, finally sucking in a breath as he realizes that you’ve just stolen a point from him. his cheeks are flushed from laughing so hard (or maybe from embarrassment, but he’d never admit to it) and he’s glaring at you, but not with nearly the same intensity as he had earlier with johnny

“you cheated” he breathes, voice low and quiet

you look up into his eyes and start smiling, flexing your hands in his grip and fighting the urge to laugh when he keeps that same hold on you, “you were distracted. i had to get your head back in the game” “you tricked me” “now, why does that sound so familiar?”

he opens his mouth to protest but finds himself speechless as he glares at you,,, and then pouts “is this payback?”

you shrug, “maybe… but why were you so distracted in the first place… you okay?”

he looks you in the eye before dropping your wrists, backing away some

and,, you miss the closeness instantaneously

yuta sighs heavily, and you’ve never heard him sound more upset before

yuta folds his arms over his chest and avoids eye contact, “i,, it’s really stupid”

“it’s ok, i expect nothing less from you” you joke, moving forward and softly tapping his chin to try and get him to look at you. you frown when he flinches away “seriously, what is it?”

“don’t you feel it?”

“feel… what?”

“you know what. just now, you felt it, didn’t you? all i do is move away from you and my whole body just feels,, wrong. it doesn’t make sense to me”

you watch as he shuffles quietly in the grass, face turned down in a thoughtful and nervous frown

suddenly, without a chance to rethink it, you grab his wrists like he had done yours and pull him right up against you, only,, you severely miscalculate his weight being thrown against you in comparison to yours being thrown against him

you go falling to the ground, right before yuta’s quick thinking has him twisting the two of you mid air so that his back hits the ground instead of yours

but again!!!! you two are really good at miscalculating!!!

and without meaning to (at least, not like this)…. your lips collide

it’s rough because of the momentum and your teeth knock together the moment you both hit the ground, but the pain disappears the second yuta hisses

and kisses you again

like you had grown so accustomed to, you get thrown into a world of your own, thoughts of the little things flying right out of the window

all you can taste is yuta’s lips and all you can feel is every nerve in your body going into overdrive

honestly, you wonder why you didn’t kiss him before

god, you really wonder why you didn’t kiss him before

you pull away first, biting your lip as you catch yuta almost chasing your lips and then letting his head fall back to the ground in defeat when you’ve moved out of his reach

“…are you still tricking me? so that I don’t call a foul on that tickling move earlier?” he narrows his eyes some, chest swelling with pride when you laugh again. because you’re laughing because of him

you cup his cheek and sigh, “you saw right through me”

that feeling you have when you’re near yuta seems to just intensify when you two decide to start dating

since yuta is naturally clingy too it just,,, works so well sehfiajsd

definitely the type of boyfriend to always be touching you in some way

sometimes if he’s not touching he’s hovering, for sure

you could just be standing and he’s like. There

the boys joke that he acts like he’s surgically attached to you but when they ask about you he always tries to act aloof like oh,,, them? yeah,,,, i don’t care abt them at all,,, i could live without them,,, *phone rings with ur caller id on the screen* wait shut up the love of my life is calling

always in The mood for some ominous reason

he’s just a bit,, kiss-starved ig

speaking of kisses!!! king of kissing you till you turn blue

he can go for quite a while and he has quite the tongue and i will leave that at that my friends

he’s such a touchy guy but if you’re equally as touchy he? goes into overload?

sometimes he might literally stop kissing you just to hyper focus on you touching him and ur like dude!!! come on!!! multi-task!!!

he blames it on the fact that you just mesmerize him and you’re too flattered to scold him again

;-;

you guys ofc still have your soccer matches, and you’ve gotten quite good

yuta had honestly missed playing between classes and the club and such, so you encourage him to rejoin the soccer team just for fun and he just loves it so much. he really did miss playing like he used to

speaking of the club, yuta is still a member, but it’s pretty clear his mind is elsewhere with clients

eventually, he decides that he can’t devote his full attention to clients any more so instead he asks 2tae and doyoung if he can maybe take an executive position

and they’re like?? uh YEH u started the damn thing lol

so yuta starts helping put together fun little outings and just tries to make the club not only more fun for the clients, but also for the members

and steadily, more ppl start to join!!! and not just boys!!!

honestly there’s a personality for everyone and something that everyone can enjoy

one time you came to visit yuta during the club hours and a newcomer mistook you for a member and started shyly asking jungwoo if she could pick you

needless to say yuta was v amused

“wow (y/n), if you weren’t dating me i’d probably hire u right now” “yuta please evaporate”

but anywho, despite all of this, yuta still hasn’t figured out what he wants to major in and do with his life

but also… he’s realized that’s okay

and that not everybody has life figured out like that

and if he has to take a year off and find something to do until he gets it then he will

and if he leaves school and never pursues it again, he’d be alright with that

because honestly, his fear of not being perfect or the rising star he was expected to be back home can’t overshadow the love he’s received not only from you but also his friends and family. and while everything in this day and age tells him he has to have it all figured out by now, he has other plans

he knows whatever he chooses to do from tomorrow morning till the last day of his life, he’ll make the decision because he wants to, because he loves what he’s going to do, and because his happiness is more important than any preconceived notions of “success”

he’ll be alright, he’s more than loved enough to see the silver lining

#yuta scenarios #yuta imagines #yuta au #college boyfriend!yuta #boyfriend!yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #college boyfriend!nct #boyfriend!nct #nct #majwrites #sbmusings #this came out possibly longer than intended but it ok

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Don’t I Know You From Somewhere [ pt.2 ]

PD101 / YH's Justin X Reader [ fem ver ]

part one Fluff, angst Word count: 3637 • your two weeks as a 'mentor' officially commences • it's a struggle not to fall for all 97 of the boys • but Justin has captured your heart and you can't break free • you wish it was forever but it's only temporary ahhhhh thank you for all the love on part one and anon requested part two so here we go :) I struggled a little bit but I hope it's good enough. I love my Yuehua babies

this is a mess

- admin L __________ A round of applause broke out when BoA invited you to take centre stage at the podium. You smiled at the pairs of curious eyes staring at you as whispers started floating about. You inhaled a deep breath. "Hello, wow. It's so surreal to be standing in front of all of you talented people. I'm probably the most inexperienced one in this room." BoA and Kahi offered encouraging smiles. You continued. "I'm honoured to be invited as a guest judge, mentor for this week and I hope that we learn something. I know that... I can address a lot of people here... formally as my uncles or aunts. But I hope that you guys don't overlook me and I'm very excited to work with all of you. We'll be together for a lot of activities, so get used to my face. I'll be around for episodes one and two. Let's work hard! Fighting!" God, Y/N. That sounded like you were running for school president. Presidential rally. You thought, blushing as you returned to your seat. "Yes, yes. We welcome Y/N to the panel for this week. I hope all of you are excited to see what she brings to the table. Y/N will be focussing more on D to F classes but she will be attending to everyone," BoA stated, laughing at the groans that emitted from the A to C class boys. "Awww, you guys have had enough of us?" "Okay, we will be issuing this week's mission." Let the weeks of mentorship begin. ... You walked into the practice room where class F was practicing. They were so focused no one noticed your presence until the chorus of the song. How did they end up in the last rank? They're all so good? What? I don't understand? The world became a blur of continuous bowing. ( remember when Triple H visited and everyone lost their shit bc same ) As soon as everyone had settled, you asked how practice was going. "It's great now that you're here," a trainee, Yoo Seonho, shouted. A blush filled your cheeks as the whole room erupted in shouts. "Aw, thank you Seonho. But seriously, if there's anything you guys need, I can talk to BoA or something. Everyone okay with the choreography?" You scanned the room for even the slightest protest. Another trainee raised his hand and admitted he was struggling a little, face reddening. He seemed young and overall, scared. You beamed. "Ahh, it's okay. Let's work together on it. I'm sure your hyungs would be happy to help. I suppose I can show you the part you need help with too. Should I dance?" You still asked even though you knew the answer. It was what survival show mentors are supposed to do. Everyone cheered even though you swore you messed up like eighty percent of the choreography. It's okay. A survival show can have some gag sometimes. You observed as the trainees danced the choreography in groups and pointed out even the tiniest mistakes, offering advice and tips. The cameras zoomed in on every single bit and honestly, it felt a little overwhelming, even for a person who had faced cameras and the limelight for two years. An hour flew by, you were having a lot of fun practicing with the contestants. Before you left, you watched all of the trainees dance to the song one last time. Satisfied, you applauded enthusiastically. "Great job! You guys worked so hard and I can see obvious improvements. Don't be nervous about the revaluation, don't think and just dance. I believe in all of you. See you guys later!" You waved and bowed goodbye, partially wishing you could spend more time with them. They are such a blessing! They all have bright futures ahead of them. I hope they debut soon. Damn, I know I'm going to emerge out of this place with 97 contacts added to my phone. You followed the staffs who escorted you to the D rank trainees practice room. You knew Justin was in this rank and you hated to admit it, but it made you anticipate their session more. Why was your heart fluttering? Why were you so attached to him? It puzzled you beyond belief. Clearing your head, you stepped into their practice room, beaming. The boys were having a short break, drinking water, and whatnot but all sprung up from their places to greet you. Similar to the F grade boys, they were all cheerful and smiley. You posed a few questions of the workload and if anyone needed specific help. When they all agreed that their performance was showcase ready, you sat back to watch them. They were rather in sync and on the beat, just a few nicks here and there and they would be fine. You pointed out a couple of improvements needed but other than that, there wasn't to do. You could sense that these trainees were a tad bit more confident but you couldn't allow that to get to their heads. ... Justin was still in shock from what was happening. He couldn't comprehend the fact that you, yes, you, a sunbaenim was working with them. Even though all the other mentors were so well established and popular, you just brought a whole new level of energy. It was refreshing. Justin almost messed up his dance because he was so focused on admiring you. He found it amazing that you were being so nice to even some rather problematic trainees. ( i don't believe there were any ?? ) You were so kind and willing to help. Justin couldn't find any flaws in you. You were perfect. It encouraged him even more with the knowledge that you were supporting him. Justin was so captivated by your words of encouragement, he didn't even realise when the rest of the trainees started to bid you farewell so he was late on standing up. He flushed pink when he saw you giggling at him and the blush stayed even after you were long gone. "Yah! Jusssssttttiiin, Justin has a crush!" Kim Sanggyun, a fellow D class trainee teased, poking Justin's cheek. ( guys idk about you but I feel like these two could have been close for the short time they interacted full offence but I wanted it to happen. ) Justin swatted his hyung's hands away gently, huffing, but not in a mean way. "Okay, but who doesn't love Y/N? She's the best! Y/N is my favourite mentor...so far." Another trainee blurted out. Justin felt a sharp pang in his chest but he ignored it, quickly recovering. He tried to keep an unfazed expression but obviously failed. Lee Gunhee noticed his discomfort and patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Justin-ah, it's okay. Come, let's get back to practice so we can perform the best stage. Okay?" He crooned, shooting his dongsaeng a genuine smile. "Work hard Justin, you are doing well." I cannot let simple things like those kinds of comments get to me. Concentrate, Justin. You shouldn't even be feeling this way. ... Over the next few days, Justin managed to conceal his feelings well. Only because you were hanging out with the F class trainees more. But suddenly, you were overseeing the D ranked trainees for two days. Everyone loved you. Unsaid, you were the best mentor. Every time you were around, you made sure everyone got interval breaks and even allowed the boys to eat snacks if they needed to. Still, you held a level of expectations and strictness. No one complained about how you were bossing them around on confessional camera though, it surprised you. "Justin, watch your hand movement that that verse," you remarked before scribbling that down in your notebook. Justin sighed and nodded. Why can't Y/N uplift me with praises? Is there something I'm not doing correctly? He stressed over it for a bit. Seunghyuk had to force open his mouth to drink water when it was break time again. "Hyung, what am I doing wrong?" He asked, staring blankly into space, visibly upset. Seunghyuk pursed his lips together. "Justin, concentrate. You can do this." He rubbed the younger boy's back before retreating to his position in the dance. Hmm, Justin's improving. A little slower but he clearly is. And...he's getting more and more good looking. Stop! Stop, Y/N! Stop getting attached to him. You forced thoughts of the blonde boy to the very back of your head, observing one of the group's performances to point out any flaws. There were very few of which you were grateful for. The bell rang just as you wrapped up the morning session and dismissed them for lunch, congratulating everyone for working hard. The trainees dispersed into their separate groups and disappeared down the corridor to the dining hall, cameras eagerly following. You requested for some time alone so the remaining staffs and your manager stepped out, telling you to join them soon at the usual staff table. Finally. The past few days had been so hectic, you just needed a break from everything. You just needed time alone. It was oddly comforting in the empty dance studio. Sure, it wasn't like the one back in WannaWrite Entertainment, the one you grew up in, but it would do. Your back tensed against the cold and hard ground but you really couldn't care less. You were sprawled out in the middle of the room and in a weird way, it brought serenity to you. There were no cameras, no staffs, no trainees, just you. You liked it. Then again, it would be much nicer if you had a friend or two to talk to. It certainly was not complaining, just listing your sudden lack of luxuries. All of a sudden, the door was flung open and you shot off the floor, nearly breaking your ankle in the process. Your gaze locked with Justin's. His eyes grew large. "Y-Y/N? W-what are you doing here? It's lunch time," he stammered out, obviously surprised that you lingered behind. "Sorry! Did I interrupt anything?" You dismissed it with the flick of your wrist, shaking your head. "Nope. Sorry, you can come in." He shuffled a few paces into the studio. "Why are you here? You okay?" Justin shrugged and pointed to his black baseball cap lying in a corner of the studio. "I left my hat here." He moved to retrieve it but paused, not returning to lunch immediately. "Y/N sunbaenim, you aren't coming?" You blinked then sighed in uncertainty. Rubbing your temples, you apologised. "Sorry, I'm just feeling a bit... off today." Justin was by your side in a flash. "Sunbaenim, do you need anything? I can go call the nurse," he offered, panic evident in his tone. "Justin-ssi, please, just call me Y/N. We are like border lining friends already," you stated matter-of-factly. "O-oh. Um, sure. Y/N? Y/N...uh....do you want me to stay with you? We can talk? If you're okay," he added quickly. "It's fine if you don't want to. I-I'm just...suggesting." You chuckled, patting the spot on the floor next to you as a gesture for him to sit with you. He happily obliged, fixing the hat on his head. "You can rant all you want, I won't expose you," he said. A smile graced your features. "Thanks, I know you ( know ) won't." ... It continued like that for the next couple of days. At random times, right after the cameras cut or during lunch and dinner breaks, you found yourself in the company of Justin. The locations were pretty random too, in the dance studio, maybe a smaller practice room and once, even the picnic tables on the far side of the compound. Though it was tough to avoid the cameras, you were willing to go the extra mile just to bond with the talented Yuehua trainee. Every time you visited them for training, he was improving. In fact, all the boys were. So, you weren't stressed when they received their teams and songs. It did mean that you saw Justin a lot less as he spent more time with his teammates. The selfish part of you hurt and wanted him back but you knew he wasn't exactly yours, to begin with. This was crucial to his survival in the show, you wanted him to fight for his spot. During this time of lack of Justin hanging around you, you ventured out to bond with the rest of the trainees and by the end of Thursday, you had saved at least another forty contacts in your phone. When you flipped through your list, you realised you still hadn't save Justin's. It upset you. But now was not the time to be affected by such things, you would get it from him after his performance, allowing him to focus. Soojung and Doyeon - whom you had grown pretty close to - huddled in your hotel room. Each of you was busy texting your managers or something but eventually, Doyeon set her phone on the coffee table and smiled smugly at you. "Soooooooo," she dragged out, giggling. Soojung caught on after awhile, she gently smacked your phone out of your hands to grab your attention. "Hey!" you protested, getting up to retrieve your fallen phone. "I don't even like him!" The other girls snickered. "Who said anything about liking anyone?" Soojung pointed out. "Awww, Y/N, you just admitted that you like someone. Who is it? Is it Jusssttiinn?" You tried to beat around the bush as much as you could, ignoring the smug stares they shot you. Rebutting all the unsaid rumours of you and Justin and denying everything. Doyeon rubbed her lips together, "Mhm, keep telling yourself that, sis." "Unnie!" You whined, shrieking in despair. You raised your hands in mock surrender, "Fine, you caught me." "Red-handed." One of the girls added. Your mouth fell open in shock. "What? When? What do you-. I haven't done anything." Soojung laughed, "Ahhh, Y/N, it is sooo obvious you like Justin. Somi already created a ship name. She said she saw you two spending time... alone in the practice rooms. Hmm, sounds familiar?" Doyeon let out a series of 'oooh's. You allowed yourself to flop onto your bed, groaning. "But so what? I'm only here for like two weeks. It's not going to happen," you cried, it was a painful and desperate one but honestly, short-term pain is better than long-term heartache. Warm tears rolled down your cheek, you quickly brushed them away but no matter how fast you wiped them away, new ones replaced those almost immediately. You felt the arms of your friends wrap around you and they rubbed your back comfortingly. "Y/N, it's okay. If it's meant to be, you two will work it out." ... As you waited in your seat in the panel room, you thought hard about the previous days. Seeing all the trainees grow and learn nearly brought you to tears and you were anticipating all of their showcases tonight. Maybe some a little more. I can't fall in love in such a short time. It isn't love but I definitely....like him. Y/N likes Justin. You, like Justin. I suppose it's only natural. Those words repeated themselves like a mantra over and over in your brain, yet, you were completely captivated by Justin's 'Replay' stage. It also didn't help that the amount of aegyo was enough to destroy the earth. Your heartbeats were abrupt and quick as if you were the one who was dancing and singing. It was pretty clear every fan in the audience felt the same way, you swore that someone had already passed out. Who wouldn't? "Wah, I'm so proud of them. They grew so much over this week," you commented, pleasantly surprised. Cheetah and Don Mills nodded in agreement and it made you glower with pride. The sunbaenims I've been with are actually agreeing with me! "Especially Justin, he did well today." Someone - you couldn't be sure who - added. At the mention of his name, heat rose to your face and you did your best to casually agree. I hope that edit that out! Fans are sure to catch on. They notice even the tiniest of details, form conspiracy theories and solve them better than the FBI. You were out of the room as soon as the last performance ended and the cameras had cut, determined to get to Justin. The rest of the mentors stared after your disappearing figure in surprise. A staff member made some lame, mildly suspicious excuse but they didn't prod for more details. "Y/N sunbaenim! How wonderful! We were just looking for you." Unfortunately, a handful of staff members caught you and escorted you to the other interview room for a couple of quick questions. You internally groaned, the waiting room was just within reach. You were annoyed, to say the least. Was the universe trying to pull us apart? Wasn't it trying to bring us together a few days ago? Sighing, you obliged but the interview answers were choppy. Your focus was not on that right now and it was quite obvious. "I'm sorry, I'm very tired right now. My apologies," you fibbed, hoping your excuse was legitimate. The crew seemed understanding and cut it short, saying something along the lines of filming it tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was your last day here. The last day as a mentor. The day before you returned to a normal schedule. Your manager practically had to half carry you to the van, she joked about how heavy you were but quickly zipped up when she saw your miserable expression. The ride back to your hotel was silent, filled with dismal thoughts. What am I going to do? ... Just a few weeks back, I stood on this exact stage, at the same podium, giving my welcome speech and today, I'm bidding this cast goodbye. There was no point in hiding the tears, the fell freely but you continued to smile and reassure all the boys that you were fine. Doyeon nearly dashed out of her seat to embrace you. Wow, there are fewer pairs of eyes on me this time.....what did they do to deserve that? ( referring to the eliminated trainees ) "I-I'm sure all of you experienced heartbreak at tonight's elimination and...last week's one too. I hope, I hope my absence won't affect you too much. Just know, know that I am rooting and voting for you. I want you to continue to work hard and succeed. Each one of you in this room has individual charms and talents and my wish is for you to put them to good use. Never hesitate to call me, many of you now have my phone number. I'll always be here for oppa. Thank you so much to all the crew and staffs and of course, my sunbaenims for the invite," you went on, pausing and sniffling in between words. A couple of your friends were sobbing with you, Justin, being one of them. "Do not be discouraged! I know you will debut! Thank you so much for this opportunity, I will miss all of you a lot." More tears fell as you made your way back to your seat. But before you could, a pair of strong arms caught you, bringing you closer to the owner's chest. You'd recognise his touch anywhere despite your short friendship. Justin. The entire room erupted in shouts and cheers. The loudest ones coming from your fellow idol friends. After you broke away from the hug, you smiled and reached up to wipe away Justin's tears that stained his handsome face. He tried his best to hide the fact that his hurt was beyond belief but it was written all over his face and the pain in your chest worsened. The world was a blur but you two found yourselves in a waiting room, staffs rushing to get water or tissues, cameras off. Without the eyes of the world watching, you sobbed into Justin's suit jacket. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time to hang out." He shook his head. "No, no. You don't have anything to apologise for. We're still friends, right? I'm going to miss you so much, Y/N," Justin confessed bashfully. You threw your phone at him without any words but he got the message and keyed his number in. He waved the new contact in your face. "See? That's me. You can call me anytime." "The same goes for you. Seriously, anytime. I'm so glad I got to know you. You are such a blessing." "No way. I should be the one who is grateful. Y/N, I admire you so much it pains me... to know that... we honestly, can-can' be more, for now." "Call and text me frequently. That way, I'll never forget you. Justin, I like you...a lot but, y-you and I both know how things are right now. Maybe when this is all over.... we'll see," you replied, dabbing away stray, rebellious tears. "Of course but before that, may I?" Your breath caught in your chest when Justin cupped your face with his hands. The thudding of your heart against your rib cage rapidly sped up and you became fully aware that Justin's face was two cm away from yours. You leaned in and closed the gap, planting your lips on his velvety soft ones. He tasted like warm sugar and honey, it made you feel all fuzzy. He pulled away but he wasn't gone forever. On the ride back to the hotel, if you touched your lips, you could recall how his felt against yours. To a certain extent, it was bittersweet but you knew that this blooming relationship wasn't just from anywhere

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