way-veee

[way-veee]

yan yu

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 6

“okay, sure, has the osaka part of the report been sent in yet? the editors need it by friday, also can you get me an estimated time for the cover photo and staff member list?” 

you roll your eyes as your manage asks you a multitude of questions  over the phone due to the change in arrival.

“yes i sent in the report yesterday and the cover photo will be taken on the last day. everything’s fine, don’t worry i got this.”

you hear her huff through your phone.

“okay that’s great. i read part of the preview you sent over last week and it seemed pretty good. keep up work like that and the report will be trending in no time.”

you nod into the phone.

“listen,“ you start, “ i was wondering. what would happen if maybe i covered wayv in a not so unrealistic light. what if i focused more on their struggles and issue with their company-”

“y/n” your manager snaps, definitely upset. “if you do that you’re fired. do you hear me? we don’t need our company getting shit on by sm or their fans because you wanted to have some political coverage to make you feel authentic or whatever. if i see anything like that i’ll fire you right on the spot. i swear to god.”

“okay i’ll take that as no. nice talking to you as always.”

“you too” she responds flatly.

she hangs up a second later and you pocket your phone, ready to go out.

you try to push probably being fired from your job out of your mind and enjoy the day.

wayv was at the studio again today, practicing their choreography and finishing lyrics. you wanted to get more coverage on the process for the report so you decided to go as well.

the boys left earlier in the morning than you, and not wanting to wake up at 6:30 to sit in a cold practice room, you had declined.

you go to the cafeteria and get a latte and bagel for your breakfast. you tuck the bagel in your purse for later and walk out the front exit of the building to get to the bus stop.

it was cold while waiting for the bus so you put on your hat to keep warm. the bus came fifteen minutes later and you gladly boarded, taking one of the only empty spots beside a girl that looked about your age. the bus took off with a jolt and you leaned back into your seat sipping your vanilla latte.

“hey i know you!”

you look over at the girl surprised, you didn’t think you knew her.

“you were in my vocal class senior year!”

you inspect the girls face more thoroughly. her sloped nose and clear skin jogged your memory. 

“ohhh i remember you! you’re nene, the one who sang adele for their final exam.”

(not very well if you recall correctly)

“ya! that’s me!” she responds cheerfully while looking you up and down “and you sang....”

“i didn’t.” you reply embarrassed, looking past her at the highway falling behind the bus window.

“riiight, that was when you ran out of the exam and threw up in front of the science classrooms!”

you nod desperately trying to forget when you were too nervous to perform and vomited in front of your classmates.

“then the principal came but you wanted to come back and-”

“how’s the singing going now?” you cut in, slightly annoyed.

“oh great!” she replies with perfect teeth and rosy lips.

“i’m still doing auditions but i have a feeling something big is coming my way. plus i’ve already achieved something better!”

“what’s that” you reply, losing interest in the pretty girl from high school that you remembered was also quite boring.

“i’m dating a celebrity!” she yells.

everybody on the bus slowly turns to look at us, mostly annoyed at us being loud. you shrink down wanting to disappear from this conversation.

“oh, that’s so cool...” you say not wanting anything more to do with this girl.

“do you wanna know who it was?”

“no that’s okay, you probably shouldn’t tell people anywa-”

“they were in nct 127!”

“what” you say a little too loudly.

“you heard me” she smirks definitely liking your shocked reaction.

she disinterestedly plays with a pink charm on her purse. she was going to make you ask to her to tell the rest of the story. you had to know a little bit more because wayv and nct 127 were both sub units. 

you hated girls like this.

“nene, can you please tell me a little more? if you can, i understand if you can’t but-”

“okay, it was like 5 months ago and i was at one of the recording studios downtown doing backup vocals for this really cool band called the rain and as i was going to get a snack they literally walked right past me.”

she retells the story so perfectly and without skipping a beat. you figured she was telling the truth. 

“and i totally make eye contact with taeyong. like eye contact” she emphasizes making big eyes at you while continuing.

“the recording manager said that they’d be on a break in 20 so i waited outside and when taeyong came out he says hi to me. and we talk for a little bit and he gives me his number! his actual phone number.”

“wow” you say trying to sound enthusiastic. maybe this was just a boring story and you shouldn’t have asked about it.

“so then a week later we set a date at the dorms... and you know” she says smiling cheekily at me. 

“he was super sweet too, he told me this funny story of when mark went on a date with a reporter because she kept writing bad articles about them and she totally thinks that he likes her and that they’re like dating or something. anyways, when i got there..”

your jaw dropped. it made sense now. why they were nice to you and became your friend so suddenly. 

god you were so dumb, 

why didn’t you think that the managers of wayv would also get the rough drafts of your report too. they definitely told the boys about what you had initially said.

it was apparent now that they were just using you so you’d write a positive report based off of friendship not truth.

“hey y/n?” nene says pinching your arm with her pointy nails. “oh...” she says while definitely trying to suppress her smile. “i forgot, aren’t you are reporter too?” she tilts her head looking at you bemusedly to see how you’d react.

“this is my stop” you say while gesturing to the red flashing light announcing the street that the dance studio is at.

“bye y/n!” nene screeches from inside the bus. “you know where to contact me!”

you wave meekly as the doors shut and the bus passes by you.

while walking to the studio your sadness of being deceived turns into anger and embarrassment. you hated celebrities and vocal majors and cold days and bagels. 

you walk into the building and find the room number you had written down on a piece of paper. you walk up two flights of stairs and down a large hallway with closed doors.

finally, you bust into their room to see them by the full length mirrors practicing formations.

they saw the pain and anger on your face and were frightened by how different you seemed.

“y/n, are you okay?” kun asks getting up off of the floor visibly concerned.

you knew that you shouldn’t do this here for so many different reasons. but you felt like you had too. wayv meant too much to you for it all to be fake.

“is this real.” you ask, staring at them and their confused expressions.

“y/n what do you mean-” kun starts

“is this real. is our friendship real?”

they look at you quizzically. why were you bringing this up now.

“yes, we’re friends now. remember we got past the whole hating eachother bit and banded together to make music and you were gonna write the article-”

you cut ten off sharply

“are you just being nice to me because of my job. because you want me to write something nice about you guys.”

they stay silent as you feverishly try to push back tears. the buzz of the room is so loud in your ears.

“i know this is dumb because we haven’t known eachother for long. but i thought that we were friends. i thought you guys- you superstars liked me for who i was. i- over this week i was really happy working and talking with you guys. i’m so stupid to think that you would actually like me.”

you started to get really nervous for speaking your thoughts to them in a rom-com fashion. you wanted to crawl into the floors and disappear.

everyone is quiet for a moment. thinking over what you said as you clutch the cold bagel in your purse trying not to cry.

“what about the song? do you think that was fake? or that we do that with every reporter?” lucas asks.

you look up at them.

“do you know what yan yu means?” yangyang asks

“of course” you reply. “ it means to speak”

“that’s going to be the name of our new title track.” he replies

you look at yangyang wanting him to explain.

winwin steps forward slightly looking at the ground.

“we called it yan yu because you allowed us to speak. because of all that you’ve done while you’ve been here. the thing we care about most isn’t the article, it’s having our own voices. we want to tell the world- through our music that we’re ready to be heard because we finally have something we can say that’s ours. this is all because of you, we can speak now because of you.”

you look into his eyes as they soften in the corners. you know that what winwin said is real because he never liked you enough in the first place to make up such a heartfelt lie. 

you start to melt a little as you continue to process the words.

“if we wanted you to write a positive article we would’ve just seduced you.” hendery says. “it’s easier and probably has faster results especially if there’s more of us-” 

you run and hug hendery before he finishes. you smile in his arms as he hugs you back. you pretend that you’re not crying but his shirt is probably wet now, so they’ll find out very soon.

 what they said was so sincere and nice. you were now convinced that what you had with the boys was real to them too.

all of your worries from early dissipate into the stale air above you. you felt someone hug you from behind only to feel lucas’s warm chest against your back. you smiled bigger as you felt the other members join your hug, feeling warmer and warmer each time a member joins.

a moment later when they were all silent you spoke, trying to not let your voice crack from your crying.

“you deserve to be heard. you guys have so many important things to say and a lot of music that needs to be listened to. i’m glad i could help you all become the fantastic artists you’ve always been.”

you feel the hug tighten around you and you swear your heart smiles within your chest. 

how were you ever going to phrase this in the report.

“no, xiaojuns arm is too far above lucas’s it looks weird.”

“are you sure that’s not what the video looks like?” ten questions walking over to inspect the boys formation.

“no shes right” he says moments later after glancing at the laptop screen.

he adjusts their arms and they slowly runs through the next steps as you try to compare them to the video they had given you on one of their laptops.

you stop them seconds later, “lucas coming down from the high kick you were behind by a few seconds and henderey you need to extend your leg more.”

they run the moves again as you enjoy your newfound power over the boys. they had been practicing a new intro choreo for their music bank performance for a little over two hours. 

you had agreed to help them because you thought it would be good to add how much hard work and dedication it took to just perform a two minute intro for your article. 

okay, another part of you also felt bad for barging into the practice room, accusing them of being fake friends and thinking that they were influencing you so you’d use the little power you did have to make them look good. maybe a little more of the second, but they didn’t need to know that.

“wait stop! did you guys change that cross formation there or was it in the second half.”

“um,” ten says while sweating and breathing vigorously from the nonstop motion. “we changed the triangle formation in the second half to the diagonal line. this is the cross formation.”

“okay, i wasn’t sure, i’ll mark it down. also lucas and yangyang you guys need to fix your levels on that cross because it looks unbalanced” you say while scribbling that down on the stage direction sheet.

“jeesh” xiaojun whispers to the boys, “she’s worse than our choreographer and that’s his actual job.”

the boys chuckle while glancing over at you as you wrote the note down.

“well we’ll be out of here faster and the performance will be good.” kun shrugs while trying to hold back how tired he really was.

lucas pokes kun’s shoulder with one of his long fingers and he goes tumbling down to the ground. the boys laugh hysterically.

“you won’t even be able to walk by the time we do have to perform!” lucas yells in his face while laughing at the tiny amount of pressure that had sent him tumbling to the ground.

“okay we’re gonna take it from the top one more time!” kun yells at you while trying to get up off the ground as the boys continue to laugh at him instead of helping him.

you nod and rewind the video. you had a few more notes but wasn’t sure if they could handle it today. kun seemed pretty tired so reluctantly you just pressed play and let the music run.

you watched the boys in such fascination at how fast and expertly their bodies moved. it was insane to you how some of them couldn’t even dance before becoming trainees but now were better than some professional dancers.

the boys were hard at work on this sunday afternoon. practicing the same painstaking motions over and over again until it morphed into art. to this day i will never understand how idols can turn such mundane actions into a performance piece worthy of national acclaim. for now i have only one solution, i believe there is something inside them that is extraordinary.

part 7 will be linked down here:)

#wayv #lucas #xiaojun #hendery #yangyang #ten #kun #winwin #wayvxreader #wayvsmut #wayvxy/n #slowburn

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Masterlist

A - Angst

S - Smut

F - Fluff

NCT -

johnny:

ineedyou   (S) (F) (A) 

1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10

WayV - 

all members:

yan yu   (F)  

1    2   3    4   5

are you always this mad? (S) (inspired by yan yu)

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part 5 of yan yu is posted!!!

[way-veee]

yān yǔ

 rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 5

 “just fly with us, pleeeease  it’ll just be us and a few bodyguards. our flight is as lowkey as possible. nobody will notice.” xiaojun pleads as you guys exit customs at the airport.

“no, i have to be on the plane with the managers and crew. they’ll know if i’m missing.”

“then tell them you have stuff to do.” xiaojun says pleading into your eyes.

“say you have to visit family outside of bejiing but you’ll be there just in time for our first interview. they don’t have a formal contract with you so they can’t force you to fly with them.”

you look at all them. it was slightly alarming that they already had a cover story planned for something like this happening, but they also really wanted you to fly with them because they liked your company. it warmed your heart a little bit.

“okay.” you say defeated. “i’ll do it.”

the boys jump up in joy from their waiting seats on the terminal. “y/n’s on our plaaane! y/n’s on our plaaane!” yangyang yells.

you board the flight after sending the managers a message full of lies that their own idol group had crafted.

you quickly sit in a chair closeish to wayv while still giving them space to relax.

before they sit they sit down they run their hands across the pockets on the seats and curves of the wall before sitting. you give a questioning look that winwin noticed.

“sasaengs get creative.” he says matter of factly.

you get comfortable for the short flight, talking to kun about your archaeology courses with henderey chirping in every five seconds going “oh ya me too.” even though you know he only went to a performing arts high school.

you look over at the boys in the seats closer to the wall. lucas was trying to eat tens hair for absolutely no reason and ten was for some reason enjoying it, yangyang and xiaojun already had a full nintendo switch console out and were playing mario kart with winwin watching very focused from the seat behind. all seemed right with the world.

this continued on for around an hour and a half with lucas almost vomiting from a hairball.

then, all of a sudden, the light for seat belts turns on. and ten minutes later the speaker system goes on.

“because of harsh weather conditions we’ll have to land folks. sorry for the inconvenience.”

the p.a voice shuts off of the system an all chaos breaks loose. 

“we’re still hours from bejiing,” winwin frowns while visibly stressed.

“the other plane had to land 30 minutes ago, they can’t get to us.” kun says looking at the phone messages he missed while sleeping. “they said that they booked us a hotel nearby and that a driver will be waiting to take us there when we land.”

the others boys looked relieved while you were terrified. 

“what about me?” you say not trying to yell on the landing plane. 

“they don’t know i’m with you guys, they think im in the shenyang countryside!” 

the realization of the situation hits their faces all at once as your stomach churns with fear. 

“they can’t know i’m here. they’ll fire me if they do...” you look up at the boys.

“its okay y/n,” ten says trying to calm you down. “you can just book another hotel room for the night. 

“there’s only one hotel where we are, and guess who got the last room.” you look up at kun who finished reading the message that the managers sent him.

you put your head in your hands.

“no motels, shelters?” xiaojun asks.

kun shakes his head slowly trying not to freak you out more. “we’re too far away from the city for such things.

were you homeless for a night? was that what you have become?

the boys look at each other with knowing looks. 

“you can stay with us,” kun says while putting a supportive hand on your shaking arm.

“really?” 

“of course, we couldn’t let you suffer. insurance.” he smiles down at you and you can’t help but smile back.

you board the plane feeling relieved yet scared. after you all left customs wayv looked around for the driver. 

after more text message reading kun determined that the driver is held up by the storm and can no longer make it. 

instead the body guards had to use google maps and walk to the hotel that wayv is staying at.

you all walk in the cold rain for what seems like hours. trekking on long dirt roads in the dead of night.  you feel the cold seep into your bones and cut your skin. you shake unbearably in the cold and stormy night.

the boys didn't fair a much better fate. none of you had brought any cold or rain gear because you expected to be in bejiing right now.

when you got to the small hotel thirty minutes later you couldn’t feel your toes, or your face, or your hands.

“y/n are you okay?” one of them calls, but you barely don’t hear them.

“y/n?” lucas says stopping you.

“yeah?” you reply through chattering teeth.

“we just wanted to check to see if you were okay.” he says really worried

“oh yeah” you reply pretending to look warm. “i’m great!” you muster a fake smile as you guys enter their room. you were expecting to see a nicely furnished room with three beds, a pull out couch and floor space.

you were sadly disappointed.

there were two queen sized beds, with no pull out couch or chair for you to sleep on. it was also no warmer in here than outside. there was a power outage as soon as the storm knocked over the only cell tower for miles.

you couldn’t focus much on anything when you entered the room. you were so tired and cold, you had to sleep.

“i think, that i-i’m gonna go to bbed now.” you say to the members. 

“where would that be?” “

you can take that bed.” ten says, pointing to the one on the left. 

if you had a whole bed to yourself where would the boys sleep? the bed was barely enough for four people and they were gonna fit seven?

“yyou all can’t sleep in one bed?” you question.

“its fine, we’ll take turns” kun says while caringly guiding you to the bed.

you try to protest, but the second your body hits the mattress you go into a well needed and deep sleep.

“what are we gonna do?” ten asks.

“take turns like we said.” winwin says, trying not to look as cold as he feels.

“we should see how many people we can fit on one bed, the floor’s too cold to sleep on and we need a lot of body warmth until the power comes back on.”

the boys agree with their leader and figure out that they can tightly fit five members on the bed.

“okay, that’s good.” yangyang says assuredly. “then two people can take turns standing and waiting,” the boys hesitantly agree.

“guys,” henderey says looking at your shaking body. “i think she’s too cold. she might have hypothermia.”

they look at you shaking on top of the covers, with pale skin, blue lips and wet clothes.

“no, she’s okay. tomorrow we’ll get her to a hospital-” winwin says

“no.” henderey says feeling your rasping pulse. “she’s really bad, we need to do something now.”

“well what do you suggest?” xiaojun says somewhat annoyingly, “we take off her clothes? we conserve body heat?”

“well we can’t leave her!” kun whisper yells. “what kind of people would we be if we left her.”

they all stare at each other in silence.

“the two of us that can’t sleep on our bed should sleep beside her.” ten says.

the boys immediately protest.

“hey!” he yells trying to get them under control.

“she’ll freeze if she doesn’t have a heat source, and we know that the rotating system won’t work. this is the best way.”

they look around, 

“sh-should we ask her?” yangyang says somewhat hesitant looking over at your listless body.

“ i don’t think she’s waking up anytime soon.” hendery states, still inspecting your body, lifting up your arm, and then watching it fall back onto the bed.

“don’t worry i’m sure that when she wakes up she’ll be glad she isn’t dead and not as concerned on why you’re there.” ten says to the members.

after a bit more persuasion and time spent out in the cold apartment the boys agree.

lucas agrees to sleep in your bed because being the biggest and most warm blooded out of all of them, it was the right choice.

 then henderey volunteered himself but they thought he was too interested in your listless body. 

so in the end they chose yangyang, just because they felt like he was the man for the job, and also because he didn’t touch his nose fast enough.

“should we take off her clothes?” lucas suggests, unable to take his eyes off of your shaking body.

“what’re you crazy!” winwin says, slapping lucas on the back of his head.

“not all of her clothes idiot. but the more damp layers she has on the colder she’ll be.” 

“lucas is right,” xiaojun says while ringing out his wet hair. “the less the better.”

lucas shakes slightly while removing your outer layer of clothing. it felt wrong for him to do this, but he knew he had too. 

after your shoes, socks, hat and coat were removed, he took off your wet sweater and pants and left you in a baggy t-shirt with your undergarments.

his face was so red as he hung your clothes out to dry for the morning. the boys also felt embarrassed looking at your long legs and body.

they had thought of you as a reporter and sack wearer. it wasn’t until that day at the ramen shop that any of their minds started to wander. and now seeing you, they realized they were all attracted to you. because you were really pretty.

“that’s enough with that,” lucas says while wiping his hands on his legs. “guys?” he says snapping them out of their trance of looking at you. he covers you up and sees your body immediately relax. 

“good she’s already doing better.” kun says relieved. “now get to bed guys! it’s like three a.m and we have another flight tomorrow.

the boys grumble and slowly undress ready for one of the most crammed and awkward sleeps of their whole lives.

the whole time this was happening, yangyang was plastered to the door, unable to get close to you.

“come on yangyang!” lucas says in a somewhat annoying voice.

“you’ve slept with girls, this shouldn't embarrass you at all.”

“and somehow it does,” he replies weakly smiling while taking his wet shirt off.

“okay guys keep it civil,” henderey says while getting into the bed.

“jheeze henderey what do you think of us?” lucas says putting a hand to his heart in fake sadness.

“not much.” henderey says sticking his tongue out.

“be quiet!” winwin snaps.

and like that five boys on a queen sized bed fell asleep from their tiring day.

lucas and yangyang did not.

“do i just get in?” yangyang asks lucas.

“how should i know!” he whisper yells back. “i’ve never done this before!”

“but remember that one time when you told me that you hooked up-”

“hey!” lucas snaps cutting yangyang off.

“that was a little different than this.”

yangyang agrees.

“so, i say we do the sandwich technique. one on each side so she has warmth from both and we dont have to spoon each other.”

yangyang agrees instantly, looking over at the boys. 

xiaojun was literally the smallest spoon out of five boys facing the same direction. yangyang shudders at the thought.

then the two shirtless and pantless idols climbed into bed with you, of course with a respectable distance. they were both almost falling off the bed but didnt want to touch you without consent.

they were also both slightly attracted to you and seeing you in such a revealing state was a bit too much to handle.

they were both breathing heavily, trying to fall asleep beside a gorgeous reporter girl that they hated, then became friends with, then almost let freeze to death. it was a lot.

then, you backup. you were sleeping, but shifted your body back. you had no idea you had shifted yourself into yangyang's crotch. “aargh!” he moans as your soft butt brushes up against a certain something.

lucas chuckles deeply as yangyang almost falls off the bed. 

“man up yangyang,” lucas chuckles from the other side of the bed.

“you’re not the one being groped by a pretty and unconscious girl!”

lucas laughs again, “ i knew it, you think she’s pretty!”

“i do have eyes,” he says quietly. 

lucas only smiles silently agreeing before falling asleep.

yangyang falls asleep soon after, after deliberately pushing you away from him.

the sunlight streams into the hotel room. no one wakes yet. you feel so nice and warm with lucas wrapped around you. he was spooning you in your deep sleep and it made you feel so warm, your body forgot what cold was entirely.

 his arms wrapped you in a big hug, his hands resting just above your hip bones keeping you firmly planted to him.

your arms were wrapped around his, savoring the comfort and warmth that came from his cuddles. 

you two had yet to find out that you were both cuddly sleepers, and immediately gravitated to each other in the coldness of the night. how lucas moved over hendery was a mystery, but it nonetheless happened.

yangyang wakes up to a butt pressed against his dick. but it was in fact lucas’s butt, which made for a much more unpleasant wake up and shower. 

when he got out of the shower you two were still like that but all the other boys had woken and were watching the two of you with open mouths.

“i don’t believe it!” winwin says angrily. “he even gets girls in his sleep! im done, im leaving im moving away.”

the boys chuckle but don’t do much. a little groan sneaks out of lucas’s lips as he starts to wake up shifting around, moving his hands across your belly. you start to do the same.

as you wake up you feel so calm and protected, you move around and hear groans behind you.

you then feel lucas’s large arms wrapped around your chest, his big hands planted firmly on your hip bones. 

you gasp.

“hi!!” lucas says smiling a cheeky smile.

you sit up, remembering what happened last night. you look around at the boys. they were all looking at you. 

“y/n,” yangyang starts. “we can explain, it was because you looked very cold and we didn’t want you to die and-” you turn over to face yangyang resting your hands on lucas’s stomach.

“no, i understand.” you say smiling at the flustered boy. “thank you,” you add, turning back. 

“thank you all. you did what i would’ve done and probably saved me, even though you did get me into this mess.

“yeah, we’re sorry about that.” kun says.

you glance over at lucas laying flat out on the bed. he wiggles his eyebrows at you so you throw a pillow at his head. 

you hadn’t realized that the other boys  faces grew redder than they already were.

you stand up, still only in a shirt and underwear. you didn’t care. they definitely saw you in it last night. the thought made you blush quite a lot. so you rush into the bathroom. “i’m gonna take a shower.” you tell the boys, looking back while holding the doorpost smiling. 

“if one of you would bring me my clothes that would be greatly appreciated.”

you then disappear into the bathroom and the boys all look at lucas.

“whaat?” he says putting his hands up in fake confusion smiling like an idiot the whole time.

the boys just shake their heads at him, then tackle him asking him nonstop questions.

“what was it like?” winwin yells while atop lucas.

“aaah!”

you guys had very little trouble after that. you’re other flight came on time and the pilot on spoke to the passengers at the beginning and end of the flight.

you felt sudden relief as you stepped out onto the terminal in bejiing. you got to wayv’s headquarters. you were so shocked that the driver had to tap you on the shoulder to make you exit the car.

it made the place in osaka look like a house. when you walked in you saw wayv’s face plastered on various posters and signs. there were sm vending machines and wayv cupcakes. this was insane.

you forgot that amidst all of your jokes and sleeping in the same bed as wayv. they were still international celebrities with hundreds of thousands of fans.

the thought sobered you and made you remember that you weren’t anything more to them than a reporter, and you had better do more reporting.

“y/n?” ten says, ushering you further inside the building.

you nod and walk through the white hallways.

“we were gonna get lunch at this noodle place by here. wanna come?”

“ oh i better not i-” you were cut off by xiaojun running down the hall so fast that his feet kept falling out from under him. then you saw yangyang run after him with a t shirt in his hands yelling in chinese.

ten just laughs like it was normal behavior.

“what? why is there blood on the ground? was one of them bleeding?” you swear it wasn’t there before you saw the boys run by.

“they take borrowing their clothes very seriously.”

you laughed. “okay i’ll come. but just to make sure that they get the proper medical attention that they need.”

ten agreed by nodding his head.

 both of you seriously doubted that they knew they were bleeding. 

part 6

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yān yǔ

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 4

you were typing up a section of your school report that was due yesterday in the cafe attached to the building that wayv was staying at. you’d been so focused on wayv that you only started it today.

your hands felt numb from typing as you wrote paragraph after paragraph in the afternoon sun with an iced latte. then you feel a hand on your back.

“hi!” kun says smiling. you smile back, you really liked kun. he was always nice to you and the boys and he seemed fun to be around. you just wondered why he was here.

he probably saw the confusion on you face, but ignored it. “what’re you doing?” he asks casually.

“oh im working on a school report.”

he nods, “i miss school.” 

“did you.. go to school?”

 he blushes at you embarrassed.

“nonono not like that” you laugh, “im genuinely curious, when you were training did you go to school?”

“i became a trainee after i finished high school so i didn’t have too unlike most trainees.”

you nod, curious. “do you ever think you’ll want to do any future schooling?”

taken a back by your question he thinks for a moment. 

“ i’d like to get a degree in aviation or aeronautical science.”

you look at him shocked. of course idols could be smart, but for some reason the thought never occurred to you here.

“wow...” you say. “that’s so fascinating... for any particular reason? or,”

he chuckles at how surprised you were. “yeah, i’ve always been interested in aircraft and that aspect of science. i tried to start training for a plane license, but it didn’t work at the time. i think i’ll have to wait a bit before i try again.

you know that “didn’t work at the time” meant that sm didn’t let him move forward with his training and “wait a little bit” meant when he was done performing and in his forties.

you decided not to say anything else, if you could just finish your stupid school work, you’d be free to work on your “plan” that with the boys.

“what do you study?” he questions, expecting you to say journalism or english.

“archaeology and linguistics.” you reply, frowning at your hypothetical coliseum excavation report.

“whoa.” he laughs, he was not expecting you to say that. you had to be crazy smart to study archaeology. and linguistics? no wonder you knew chinese you probably knew multiple languages. you were such a mystery it was astounding.

“that’s... um...” before he can embarrass himself even more or trip over words and blush in your face, he remembers why he came to see you in the first place.

“oh, when you get a chance, we wanted to talk to you in our room.”

“sure, i can come now if that’s okay”

he nods and smiles again. so you pack up your laptop. “am i allowed to be in your rooms?” you question.

“well, not exactly. but its not like we’ve never had strangers in there. as long as the staff members don’t come in,” he stops talking and faces forward red cheeked yet again.

because you didn’t have to think too hard on what type of strangers they would let into their bedrooms.

“its okay. i’ll put my hair up in a hat and if any of them come in they’ll just think i’m winwin.”

kun laughs hysterically at this and you grin. you liked making him laugh.

when you entered one of the boys bedrooms it was like you were a convict walking into a court hearing. all of the boys sat stone faced on the beds looking up at you.

then, amidst the thick quiet you hear xiaojun yawn, then winwin punches his exposed stomach for some reason and xiaojun squirms backwards falling on ten who yells hysterically and accidentally hits lucas in the face.

while all this is happening kun doesn’t blink an eye and looks at them with an “im done with these crackheads” look and just stands beside you.

you just stand there wondering how they possibly fit that many grown men onto a single bed.

after they finish whatever they were doing they become stone faced again and you're forced back up to the podium for your trial.

“i brought her here because we decided to talk about the thing” kun says trying to jog their memory.

“what thing?” lucas asks.

“ya i don’t remember anything about that.” hendery adds.

“after the cooking show?” kun says through gritted teeth.

“what cooking show?” hendery says, actually lost.

kun blinks once, twice then pretends like hendery never spoke in the first place.

“we never really discussed the details and our managers shouldn’t be bothering us today. so we wanted to seriously talk about it.”

you nod, like these guys could be serious.

“thanks again for what you did that day,” lucas says, then looking at winwin to say the same. but he pretends not to hear and looks away.

it was fine by you, you didn’t do it for his appraisal, you did it because you wanted to.

the room falls into a kind of stale silence until xiaojun gestures to an electric keyboard resting on their table.

“we hear you can play the piano?”

you death stare ten for telling everyone but he immediately looks away like he has no idea what xiaojun was talking about.

“yes, i use to play a lot more.” 

you really don’t want to play the piano right now. it was a sensitive matter and you’d definitely be awkward.

“can you play it for us?” xiaojun asks

“oh, no i don’t think i can,”

they all start to encourage you to play saying “come on” and “please,”

the piano falls in your lap and you try to protest as they turn it on. your face gets really hot because of this stressful situation. but then you all hear a knock on the door.

“boys? are you in there?”

fear enters everyone's eyes as the manager knocks on the door.

you thought that they weren’t supposed to be here today.

“uuuh just wait a second i’m naked!” yangyang yells.

you look over confused, “ you could’ve just asked him to wait”

before he has time to protest ten grabs you by the arm.

“we have to hide you now!”

“where?”

“i’m just coming to drop off lucas’s jacket he left, and i also wanted to discuss the fan meet  details!” 

“quick!” kun yells, shoving you under the white sheets of the bed closer to the window. as the manager walks in.

“here can i just leave it on the chair?” the manger questions, wondering why ten was lying vertically across the bed.

“um, okay. about the fan meet, the bus schedule has changed to 45 minutes earlier so be ready to leave in the lot at around 9:20.”

he keeps talking about their fan meet details as you majorly overheat under their thick covers. it didnt also help that ten was lying on your stomach literally crushing the air out of your body.

the manager finally leaves after what feels like an eternity and you gasp for air, sitting up.

“aagh!”

they all laugh at you with your messy hair and red face.

“did you really have to lie on my stomach?” ten looks innocently up at you after he rolls down to lie on your upper legs.

“hey i think i did a good job, he didn’t seem to notice anything.”

you stick your tongue out at him in revolt and he tries to grab it so you try to wrestle his hands down to his chest. after you somehow managed to push his hands down, you lean down on his chest as he coughs hysterically.

bet he didn’t like how that felt very much.

the boys were looking at you weirdly. so to break the silence you suggest, “why don’t we finish this in my room? staff members can’t just barge in because i am,”

“not an idol?” yangyang suggests.

“not worth their attention?” winwin adds

“you’re a laaady?” xiaojun says.

“you’re a ghost, like in the sixth sense, where it’s just in the boy’s head, but you’re simultaneously in all of our consciousnesses.” hendery says.

“how come i can touch things then?” you say lifting up ten’s limp arm and then letting it fall back down.

“well... you’re the kind of ghost that has an actual form and..” he trails off and you slowly say,

“ok.... well anyways let’s go there and we can discuss that more later?”

the boys get up and walk outside to enter your room.

you sit on your chair to let the seven boys take the bed. they inspect your room closely.

“wow your room is like way worse than ours.” lucas states looking disgusted around.

“ya you definitely got tricked, this must be a joke.” kun laughs looking at your small quarters.

“umm y/n?” yangyang says while pointing to a white lacy bra you had left on the ground at the foot of your bed.

“oops” you say slightly embarrassed. you go over and put it in your suitcase facing away from them purposely.

“okay,” kun says slightly blushing as well. “now for the details.”

you nod earnestly waiting.

“we want you to write an article about our mismanagement. its okay though, you can do it under a fake name so you won’t be fired, and we’ll give you all the information.”

“we need someone that’s good at writing to make the article readable.” lucas adds.

you laugh for about 30 seconds, and the boys wonder if they said something funny.

“you’re big plan is to write a strongly worded article?”

“well,” ten says. “it would technically be you writing the article.”

“I was going to write a strongly worded article anyways...”

“oh..” xiaojun says defeated. 

“i had something better in mind” you smirk.

they look at you in surprise, you had thought of them.

“do you guys have access to your albums drive on the producers computer?”

“sure” kun replies. “they give us some previews of beats and backtracks for our lyrics. also while yangyang was trying to download animal crossings on a company computer he downloaded a hidden file with the passwords for all sm music producers accounts.” kun glares at yangyang remembering that time.

“what? I didn’t meddle with anything, I could’ve easily adlibbed on sunny side up, but I didn’t because I’m responsible...”

everybody just looks at yangyang for a few seconds before returning to the conversation.

“what i’m suggesting, is you guys make the title track that you’ve always wanted too. do whatever you want, make an amazing track and right as the other title song is about to be released and sent for album production. you switch it out.”

“i don’t know...” winwin states, “wouldn’t they figure it out if they previewed the songs, then we’d be in big trouble.”

“no,” ten says back. “if you’re on the laptop you could just change the file name of the new track to the one they want us to release, and it’d be a single encryption for the producers.”

“how do you know this?” lucas replies.

“yeah you’ve never taken any computer classes hyung.” xiaojun replies.

“hey, we do things a little differently over in thailand. you need to be good a whole bunch of things.” 

“literally one of the only videos that we have of you in thailand is with red spiked hair rapping baby by justin beiber.” hendery yells at ten.

ten’s ears turn red immediately as he yells “okay but i also learned a lot about computers there too!”

“i think you just like to watch a lot of porn on company laptops.” lucas says. 

the boys break out into laughter as ten just slowly nods in agreement.

“do you guys like the idea? we can start working on it right away and I can also release an article on the song so the producers cant recall it.”

“okay.” kun says looking at wayv. “should we do this.” he looks at the others and you feel very out of place so you get up to leave.

“where are you going?” xiaojun asks softly.

“oh, i was just gonna give you guys a minute.” 

the boys look up at you with big round eyes.

“but we want you here.” yangyang says.

“yea, you’re apart of this too y/n, without you we wouldn’t be able to do this.” kun says smiling. 

you feel a large swell of emotions in your stomach at the boys kind words, you sit back down.

“we’re gonna do this.” ten says totally serious.

“we’re gonna do this.” they all respond back nodding.

“yay!” you jump up, “this is gonna be so fun! i can just imagine the coverage this’ll give the article! and you guys of course too is- are important i meant to say that first...” you stopped talking for the good of everyone.

they seem to find it endearing though, as they smile.

“alright then, we’ll start as soon as we get to bejing.” winwin says.

“wait but isn’t that in four days?”

“no y/n, we leave tomorrow, did you not hear the manager, or were you too preoccupied with my big juicy butt?” ten jokes.

“please never refer to your butt as big and juicy again, it was definitely the first one.”

the boys laugh definitely thinking of ten’s butt.

“okay, this has been fun but now i have to pack so..” you say it in a way so the boys would know that they should leave.

“oh, we don’t mind.” lucas says clueless.

“yea you can pack, you really wear the same two sweaters everyday.” winwin says smiling annoyingly.

“okay out for real now, i mean it.” they all get up and leave now, filing out.

they wave to you as they leave and you shut the door promptly. wondering how you got yourself into this mess, and how this was gonna end.

part 5 

#wayv #wayv yangyang #wayv imagines #wayv kun #wayv xiaojun #wayv fluff #wayv lucas #wayv hendery #wayv ten #wayv winwin #wayvsmut #wayv x reader

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yān yǔ

pt. 3

today you had to go grocery shopping. 

you and wayv were going to go out and buy ingredients for a filmed dinner making segment. the segment started at four, and you were to be taking notes the whole time. what a great way to spend an afternoon. 

it was just around lunch time, so you decide to go out and get something to eat before you have to leave. the confides of your quarters were crushing, you couldn’t stand the structured day schedule for one more minute. 

you knew a ramen place close-ish by,and it sounded like a nice break from everything.

you were more than excited to leave as you stick to the corners of the halls not wanting to explain yourself to any managers. 

you thought you were alone on your adventure outside, but you were sadly mistaken. xiaojun, lucas and winwin were following you from behind. they saw you leave and being presidents of the we hate y/n club, they had to follow you to see what you were doing.

you round the corner and open the door, you feel the fresh air on your face and rejoice.

“hey!” lucas yells in a bird like voice. “where are you going!”

you jump, startled again. god, this day was supposed to be fun. “ i was just going out.”

they look confused.

“alone?” winwin says. it was like the whole concept of independence was new to him.

you nod looking at these boys. then you remembered the promise you made to yourself.

“i.. i’m going to a ramen place for lunch. would  you like to come?” you muster up your best relaxed smile.

“no,” xiaojun says.

“yeah that sounds boring.” lucas replies.

winwin just looks at you with a face of disgust and you assume he means no as well.

you were so glad you were a nice person.

“when you guys usually go out how many guards do you need with you?”

they look you in the eyes now, aware of what you’re doing.

“we need at least two at all times, if there’s filming then we bring over 10 people.” lucas replies.

“ i know it’s not my place to say this, but even if you wont tell me i know you guys want to be alone outside. no one wants to be caged up.”

they know you’re right. but they also know that the’re rules that they need to follow.

“you shouldn’t be caged up. do you hear me?”

they stay quiet. maybe they shouldn't have talked to you at all.

“im going,” you say sternly. “you should come.”

then you walk off, breaking your facade and breathing heavily from fear. if they tell on you you’d be off this report immediately and would probably be fired. 

but for some reason you know that they won’t. 

“were you actually gonna follow her!” winwin yells at lucas. 

“well, yea for a second i was.”

“why!” winwin whispers yells still not wanting to be caught and hurried back into their rooms.

“you know she’s right,” xiaojun says, serious. 

winwin quiets, you were right. then lucas begins to speak

“listen, i know that we hate her and she’s annoying and a bunch of other things, but i still think we should go with her. we won’t get another chance like this for a while.”

“i want to go too,” xiaojun says, siding with lucas.  

xiaojuns pleading eyes completely destroy whatever counter argument winwin has.

“fine,” he says, a hint of excitement in the back of his throat. “but if she sells us off to sasaengs or tries to kill us, it’s on you guys.” 

“im gonna put on my travel pants!” lucas yells galloping back to his room.

when they catch up to you, you were relieved, excited and a little bit confused on why lucas kept on talking about “travel pants”

you stay silent and let them talk in hushed tones. this was an alliance between you both and you didn’t want to wreck it.

when you get to the ramen place you speak to the waiter in hushed chinese for a table in the back.

“i forgot she could do that,” winwin says to the boys, saddened by the lost prospect of talking about you while you were with them.

you get a table at the back, the boys sit facing the wall side, just so no one would notice them. 

they were surprised that no one had discovered them yet. was going out really that easy?

“i’ll get one of those please, “ you say to the waiter.

“and i’ll get a ramen bowl with shrimp, tofu, green beans and rice.” lucas says with a dazzling smile on his face. 

“um, the tofu and rice are part of a separate meal, so what you ordered would be enough for three people, are you sure you don’t want something else?” 

lucas eyes the waiter definitely not impressed. “i know what i said.” he never blinks once. the waiter gives up with an indignant huff and walks back to relay the orders to the chefs.

“xiaojun what drink did you order?” you question, inspecting his brownish drink.

he triumphantly lifts up his glass and says, “this is pepsi, coca cola, sprite and fanta!”

you vomit in your mouth, that sounds so disgusting. “why... why do drink that?”

“well, i really like all of those drinks and it would be gross to order 4 drinks at once, so one day i thought, hey why don’t i put them together?”

he gestures proudly to his drink. so proud in fact that he lifts it up for you to look at it but instead spills it all over your sweater.

you stand up gasping, “my sweater!”

“oh my gosh im sorry!” xiaojun yells embarrassed.

“do you have a change of clothes or something?” lucas says concerned at your shirt stained brown.

“i could go back to my room, but that’s far and i-”

“miss?” the same waiter says snooping in on the conversation. “we might have something for you in the back?” he gestures past the kitchen and you of course follow him not wanting to sit in a carbonated sweater.

“that sack was ugly anyways” winwin snickers as you leave.

xiaojun and lucas nod, both agreeing.

was this all they had? it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what you normally wore when reporting. it was tight and dark blue with buttons. 

you weren’t about to leave your lunch because of three- no, one drink crazy idol.

you walk out and sit back down. they had just brought out your ramen and you start to eat it.

you feel them all staring at you. this wasn’t some movie where you wore a winter color palette and let your hair down and all the guys fall for you.

“you look even worse!” winwin exclaims, not impressed.

“it’s better than the sack” xiaojun shrugs.

“is it?” lucas says looking at xiaojun “is it really?”

“hey im sitting right here,” you say while waving your hands.

they didn’t seem to mind at all.

the rest of  lunch went surprisingly well, lucas ate enough for four people when you decided to give him the rest of your bowl. and the insults at each other became jokes and teasing. 

the boys couldn’t believe it. they were actually enjoying your company. people usually wouldn’t talk bad about idols to their faces, but you really didn’t care. your company was refreshing. 

not to mention the way you looked in the shirt you had to wear. you actually looked pretty not wearing a sack shirt. it was quite surprising.

“we better go back,” you say looking at your wristwatch. “filming starts in under an hour.” 

you look at the boys. they looked like they could stay there forever. they looked so normal and happy like when you had seen them the other night.

“and action!”

“okay!” kun yells at the boys with a giddy smile. “we have to find the ten items we want in 3 minutes, then we’ll choose the dish according to the rules of the game.”

the boys break out into indistinct crazy conversations as the bright lights of the grocery store and camera crew illuminate their foundation padded faces.

you watched admiringly from behind the camera. they were wearing new clothes again, probably some that they’d never wear again. but at least they looked happy, or happier than they had been in restricting suits.

“one two thr-” before kun can finish counting hendery and ten breakout into a run down the grocery store aisles completely ignoring kun’s authority as a leader. you chuckle.

you had to give it to them, they were really funny on camera and entertaining to watch. you understood now why so many people liked them. 

then the camera goes zooming past you as the other boys break away running to find food for the challenge. you scribble down more notes back with the film crew.

the boys were energetic. if there was a more powerful word than energetic i’d use it right now, the boys were driven by the prospect of food and nothing could derail them. they are after all young men. 

“aah!” lucas yells, you gasp, had he hurt himself or fell?

 then you see him run by with three loaves of bread in his hands and at least four cans of beans in his pockets. ten then follows yelling at lucas that he took his beans.

the rest of the grocery store segment had much more chaos and yelling like before. 

 the youngest members teamed up against the oldest and they stole all of their chicken and seaweed. then ten and lucas also sided with the younger members so it was really just them yelling and stealing food items from kun and winwin.

at one point hendery decided to do a back flip down the aisles which ended surprisingly well, but then lucas tried and knocked off a whole shelf of rice which he then had to clean up.

when it was over you hadn't written many notes down because you couldn't draw your eyes away from them. you were inexplicably drawn to them and their personalities. 

you also found them quite entertaining.

“y/n did you write down that i did a back flip!” hendery says out of breath running up to you.

you nod slowly, “i did, good job with that by the way.”

“thanks” hendery says while pushing his sweaty hair out of his face.

‘i’ve been practicing on a chair and on my bed and then i just run really fast and do an air somersault. you know?”

you look at him in shock, was he okay?  but then you remembered, no, he’s just a member of wayv. that was reason enough for you.

you took a separate car to the kitchen where the boys were gonna be filming at. it made you sad, you kind of missed their presences, even if it just was them pestering you.

when you finally got to the restaurant they gave you a chair to sit on as you watched them. 

they had the food laid out on the table and they were gonna make scallion pancakes and congee. it was a weird combo but they insisted on making it.

you enjoyed the filming, watching the boys joke around and horribly make food. 

at one point you see one of their managers try to signal at winwin to move. for some reason he wanted winwin on the sides not in the center? 

but winwin didn’t see the gesture, or ignored it. either way he stayed in the middle.

 it was fine by you, the boys looked unconcerned by winwin’s presence so why should it matter.

the show ended with the boys trying to eat their creations but laughing too much and then having to throw it out because it wouldn’t unstick from the pans.

as lucas walks away to get changed he whispers “im glad we ate at lunch because i don’t think that food was even edible.”

you look at lucas who was trying to actually have a nice conversation with you.

“good thing you ate enough for four people,” you joke.

then you look behind lucas’s shoulder to see the manager sternly talking to winwin. winwin looks visibly upset, but the manager wouldn’t stop. it was probably about the incident earlier.

lucas follows your eyes and his face falls. “y/n, don’t.”

but the second the manager stops talking, winwin runs away and you follow. you had to see if he was okay.

lucas doesn’t try to stop you anymore. he just goes and get changed. stuff like this has happened before. what could he do about it?

you follow him. he doesn’t run for much longer and stops, sitting in one of the many dark hallways of the building.

he’s crunched on the ground crying. winwin has always been visibly strong and outgoing. now he’s not.

you don’t know what to say or do so you just sit beside him on the ground, listening to his shallow breathing.

he looks up at you after some time. 

“i should’ve just moved.” 

his eyes were red and wet from crying. that was no way to treat another human being. you couldn't do anything right know, but you wanted to yell and curse at all of the managers at SM.

winwin’s hand was atop his knee and you slowly put your hand on top of his. he stops shaking almost immediately and you just sit there with him.

“i’m afraid they’re gonna get rid of me again.” 

you didn’t know if he was talking to you, or just in general. so you just listened.

“i don’t know what to do anymore.”

 you can hear him  start to cry again.

“why don’t they like me?” 

you wondered how many times the boys have been upset or cried like this. you wondered how many hours or days were spent hating their management. it made you sick.

you grasp winwin’s hand a little tighter. then wipe the tears off of his soft cheeks.

“i like you” you say smiling at him.

“no you don’t” he says through his knees.

“i do. you’re a talented person, and you’re nice. i couldn’t hate you if i wanted too.”

“you’re lying” he says. but then he grips your hand even tighter in the dark hallway and you smile.

when you arrive back to the boys they immediately ask winwin so many questions. they were so concerned about him. 

it made you happy to see people care about other people in such a way.

“thank you.” xiaojun whispers while walking by you. apparently he can give up hating you for a second to thank you. that made you happy too.

after some hugs and hushed words kun approaches you.

“so y/n. we had an idea, can you help us with it?”

“umm, probably? can you tell me what it is?”

kun smiles a short smile in the hallway of the building.

“it has to do with an article, us and our company-”

“i’m in.” you say automatically.

pt. 4

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yān yǔ

rating: m genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads word count: 1.5k + pairing: reader x wayv pt. 2 

“just recording? okay i can manage that.” you reassure yourself on the phone with your manager. 

“yeah, it’s just for half the day because the boys have rehearsal for the other half, you’ll be in the umeda district, without any cameras or media coverage, me and mr. lee think it will have a more relaxed outcome for the report.” 

“you talked to mr soo-man lee?” you question definitely skeptical of your manager.

 “well i talked to someone that’s ordered around by him so in theory.. you know what forget it.”  

a small smile plays on your lips in the early morning light.

 “just be ready by 10:00 and remember, make them look good, really good. do you hear me?” 

you grimace slightly, you were known to give an unbiased sometimes harsh opinion on your reports. painting wayv in an angelic light would go against everything that you’ve worked for. 

“yes of course.” you whisper, before hanging up the phone unable to take anymore orders from your manager. 

you make sure you have everything in place, you have on one of the sweaters you brought, with jeans and your favorite purse. you pack your laptop and journal so you can jot down notes for today’s section. you even put on a little makeup, not that it mattered what other people saw you as, you just wanted to wear it. after everything is settled you leave the room. 

and there’s no one in the hallway. 

you look at your watch, it’s only 9:41, had the boys not woken up yet? you tip toe quietly to look for any signs of life, but find none. you shrug, it’s not your fault  that the members of wayv couldn’t manage their time properly. you walk out to the garage of the complex expecting a black bmw to drive you and wayv  to umeda. 

instead you find seven fashionably early boys. 

you open your mouth in shock. how did they beat you here?

you hated to admit it but they all looked so good. wearing trendy and fashionable high end clothing, everything looked so effortlessly nice and boyfriend material ish, you knew it was carefully pick out just for this occasion. you roll your eyes in disdain. 

did they have no sustenance in their life? did they have any choices of their own? just the thought constricts you. 

“ i thought there weren’t going to be any cameras today?” you say flatly.          

 they look you up and down definitely not impressed by your boring appearance. 

“if there were cameras around you wouldn’t be here.” you looked shocked, over at xiaojun. 

“and you all wouldn’t be taking photos that i’d allow in my issue.”

 they’re all shocked at you now. no one ever talked back to them, especially not some little reporter girl in a baggy brown sack. 

“the car’s waiting.” you hear kun say, definitely trying to break this doomed conversation apart. 

you all pile into the van, one of their countless and disposable employees sits beside the driver. 

“so y/n,” he says as they drive off. “we hear you’re a great reporter?” 

the boys highly doubted that, they highly doubted that you’re even supposed to be here.

“that’s very kind of you to say,” you respond, genuinely flattered. “i actually was head journalist of the louis vutton fashion show here in osaka, and another one of my articles was chosen to cover the osaka university crisis.” 

you can feel the boys surprised impressions behind you. you had single handedly covered two of the biggest events in osaka. 

they weren’t the only ones that excelled in their field of work. 

when you got to the studio, the managers had takeout ready for you guys to eat. after, you were flung into a meeting after with wayv and their managers, they discussed logistics and statistics no doubt to impress you. 

but all you could focus on was the seven boys sitting on the opposite side of the table, making mean faces at you. 

you couldn’t believe it, they were full on glaring at you the whole time. you couldn’t fathom how superstars like them could be so rude, so you naturally make faces back, sticking your tongue out, curling your lips. 

it didn’t scare them like you intended it too, but it was more interesting than the meeting.

 the boys had to have a word with the producers from the studio. of course you weren’t allowed in, because it was “sensitive information”, so you were exiled alone into a room beside the studio, just with a few chairs and a piano. 

you refrained from playing the piano for sometime, sitting in a chair fiddling with your thumbs, but as the minutes added on you gave in quite easily and decided to play it. 

the leather seat feels familiar as you trace your hands across the keys. the piano was the only instrument you enjoyed playing, something about is was different than every other. whenever you played music on the piano, you immersed yourself in it.

 your right hand starts to aimlessly play a tune by muscle memory, then your other hand joins in and you let out a familiar sigh of relief as your body slips into a state of relaxation that you only get from playing the piano. 

you played the piano a lot when you were in high school. you didn’t have many friends and most subjects didn’t entertain you. aside from writing, playing piano was what you did most. you played pop song covers, jazz, classical, movie scores. whatever you could get your hands on. what you lost in social interactions, you made up with music.

it was also very personal to you. you played with your whole heart, there was so much emotion and expression you put into it. if anyone said something rude about your playing, your whole world would shatter.

but in this very moment, it brought you the stability you needed. so you continued playing, the song was seven minutes long and you played through it twice.

then suddenly, you feel a tap on your back and literally jump up out of your seat. red faced you turned around to see ten, seemingly unfazed. you wonder how long he’d been there. 

you hadn’t heard him enter so he could’ve been there for quite some time. the thought makes you want to shrink down into oblivion.

“i.... sorry i just started to play and...” 

“is that liszt?” he asks, genuinely curious.

 “yes,” you reply with a smile, looking into his light brown eyes. “le mal du pays.” 

you stare at him for a second waiting for him to ask more questions, but he doesn’t. he just turns back around and says 

“we needed you in there ten minutes ago.” 

he then saunters off into the room not once looking back. 

you indignantly huff and walk into the room, shaken by your encounter with ten. as you enter the room the boys stop speaking in rushed cantonese and look at you. 

“okay, now we can get started,” the director of the studio says definitely unimpressed by your tardiness.

 “so as we discussed, this album is going to be more contemporary and natural, this is where the fans will really get to know more about you and your interests.” 

you hurriedly take out your pen and notepad and scribble down points of the meeting you can expand on later.

 the director plays a few back tracks and the boys comment on them. 

 “for the main track we wanted to incorporate minnan dialect, to represent our past,”

you look up at hendery, you love the idea. it would add insight and depth to their music while honoring a part of chinese culture. 

“well..” the director cuts in, “we wanted to take another approach and stick to a standard chinese and english mix. now for the lyrics one of our producers wrote this to go along with a pre selected track..” 

you look up shocked, then at the boys. they looked so defeated after having their idea shot down, you couldn’t believe that SM basically did everything for them and wayv couldn’t do anything to stop it. 

at first you might have called the boys lazy or manufactured. but now you know that they’re trapped and dismissed. 

you see that on their faces. you had no idea. the rest of the “collaboration” took an hour, as you sat there and lied out guts your onto the notepad in front of you. 

both wayv and the producers worked harmoniously, turning primal beats and rhythms into lovely music. 

neither, had happened. the producers played generic pop beats and wayv tried again and again to get some of their ideas incorporated, failing each time.

 the drive back was silent, you could feel the defeat in the air. they were no longer looking at you, or concerned about you. 

they were looking among themselves for hope, for a way to make music they wanted to make. 

their sadness made you want to break in two. 

you couldn’t hate them anymore. you didnt deserve too, they can hate you all they want. but you could no longer be mad at these boys after seeing what they've been through. now everything makes sense.

“well, anyone can play the piano, hell even xiaojun can play the piano and look at him,”yangyang says while gesturing to xiaojun who was trying to persuade lucas to give him a piggy back because he wanted to “move fast”

ten shakes his head at yangyang, hendery and winwin.“no not like that, she was really good.”

“are you sure it wasn't a recording or-”

“no.” ten says, cutting winwin off. “it was amazing to listen to” he reminisces. getting lost in that moment, looking up at the ceiling thinking of your hands dancing across the piano keys like magic.

“it was like, she was supernatural. the look on her face was so serene that i didn’t want to disturb her. it was really weird...”

the boys look at ten waiting for him to say more.

“trust me, when you guys hear her you’ll agree. she sounded professional. really.”

he looks into the boys eyes for a glint of acknowledgment, but finds none.

“how much did you hear?” winwin asks.

“all of it.” 

the boys look at ten in shock, he never usually talked about people this way. especially not a sack wearing gross looking reporter like yourself.

“well that still doesn’t make up for the fact of her being a complete jerk!” xiaojun yells from atop lucas’s broad shoulders.

“i don’t think we can judge her until we get to know her.” kun says as he appears from his room. “there is definitely a lot there that we don’t see.”

“we’ll she’s still a bi-” yangyang then tackles hendery from behind, pulling him off of the bed the other members were sitting on. his words cut off by yangyang's clammy hands. yangyang tries to lick hendery’s nose while he yells fearfully in chinese.

after they had settled down, xiaojun thought he’d say what they were all thinking. 

“today went worse than usual. they usually consider our ideas, or act like they like them. now they don’t even pretend to need us.”

the boys look down in defeat. xiaojun was right. it had gotten worse.

“i dont know how much longer i can do this..” lucas says, looking tearfully into the palms of his hands. “ i want to be a musician. not just a body, or a face or a dancer. i want to sing and make music.”

the boys sit on the silence of the room. 

they feel the same. they had no idea how much longer they could last like this.

“i just don’t understand. our ideas are good. and they’re our ideas. no one should be treated like this.” winwin whispers.

“give it time,” kun offers. “we have fans supporting us and we have each other. music or not i want to stay with you guys.”

henderey grabs kun’s hand with his own as they sit there for the millionth time. contemplating the situation they were in. 

“we have to do something,” ten says looking up at the saddened boys he thinks of as brothers. “and i think i know how.”

they look up hopefully, but as soon as they figure out that the sack wearing gross looking reporter was involved,

chaos erupts.

part 3 

#wayv #wayv imagines #wayv au #wayvkun #wayv winwin #wayv lucas #wayv hendery #wayv yangyang #wayv xiaojun #wayv ten #wayv smut #wayv x reader #wayv x you

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okaaay, so idk if i should add smut to the wayv story i’m currently working on. would you guys like it? should i post it separate? pls let me know:)

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yān yǔ

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 1

“a week!”

“actually, its two, they’ll be here for one and then you’ll go to china for one.”

“i cant! i have a coverage report due wednesday, not to mention school work. there’s no way i can be following idols around for one-”

“two.”

“two weeks!”

“look y/n, you’re our youngest and best reporter. this could be our breakthrough to younger audiences. please do this for the company.”

you feel guilt pile in your stomach. you knew that you had to do this for them. a news agency having coverage like this could be huge.

“all hotel and travel expenses are covered by us and SM.”

you hold your breath.

“fine, okay, i’ll do it.”

you shake your head as your manager jumps in the air. you cant believe you were going to do something as crazy as this. god you hated celebrities, and now you’re gonna live like one.

“y/n-”

you look up sharply at your manager who is nervously introducing you to wayv’s manager. you spaced out after they started talking about the logistics of your reporting, because you really didnt care.

“yes, its great to meet you sir,”

you bow quickly and give your manager a slight nod as you walk to the car that will take you to wayv. she holds two thumbs up in the air in support. she looks excited but you can tell she’s nervous, you always find a way too mess things up. and she knows that more than most people.

“ so miss, i have your itinerary for our time in osaka, the briefing for bejiing will happen shortly after arrival.”

the uptight manager says more logistical boring things, and you of course tune him out, quickly scanning through the day plan. you weren't looking forward to most of it, even meeting the boys isn’t something you look forward too. you know how snobby celebrities can be, especially to news reporters.

the car pulls up to the big industrial quarters twenty minutes later. you leisurely exit the van into the sunny osaka afternoon, in no rush to meet the idols you had to follow for weeks. you walk into the cool building as a flurry of security checks and beeps go off, scanning everyone. you shake another managers hand as he guides you to the briefing room where the boys are in a meeting.

“i’m so happy for this opportunity. i think the public will really enjoy a look at the boys everyday lives through the eyes of a regular person.”

you’re not sure if he meant that as a backhanded comment, so you try to ignore it.

“yes, i’m also glad that as a reporter, i have such an easy assignment. i expect i wont have much to write about so i look forward to resting.”

he opens up his mouth in shock as you smirk, continuing to walk down the hall. you never were good at keeping quiet.

a door swings open in front of you and you’re now looking into a room full of business men mulling over graphs and data. you were severely under dressed wearing a loose sweater with your hair tied back. but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

“sorry to interrupt,” the same man from the car ride says. “but the reporter for the day in the life project is here.”

he slowly gestures to you as you glide into the room shaking everyone's hands, charming them with a smile as fake as ever.

“i’m so happy to be here, being able to work with such people will be quite and experience.”

you glance over at the boys after you finish reciting the speech you had been practicing in the car. the seven of them sit eerily straight, dressed in suits restricting movement up to their necks. their faces are caked in makeup so expertly and effectively you couldn’t even see their true expressions.

you shudder at the thought of these “boys”. the room stays silent, so you take this as your cue to leave.

you could hear them all laugh after you left and your face reddens at the thought of those men making fun of you.

this was going to be a long two weeks.

“your quarters are going to be right near the boys so you can have quick access to them for any early morning or late night installments. keep in mind that the boys are very busy and need lots of sleep and limited distractions to perform well on the stage.”

you look over at the uptight man that is leading you across the street to your living arrangement. this man probably made choices for wayv that the boys had no say in.

it disgusted you.

but you decided to make today a day where you didnt yell at people, or at least certain people.

the second you got into the room you take a warm shower and sit on the semi hard mattress in your well worn pajamas. you didnt have the energy so late at night to do homework so you watch tv and read one of the books you brought. then you hear a crash outside that startles you.

you didnt know how long you’ve been in here but it must’ve been over two hours. you quietly creep to your door and open it, only to see a yoga ball fly past your door and crash into the plaster wall. then you hear heinous screams and footsteps.

you fling open your door in anger, only to notice wayv staring back at you, mid whatever they were doing.

they looked so different from before that you barely even recognized them. barefaced, with messy hair and baggy pajamas. their body language is so much more relaxed and natural. they look so happy and normal it startles you.

“oh. we’re sorry” kun says just as surprised as you. “we didn’t know anyone else was staying here.”

you stare at them open mouthed. “were you guys just playing… with yoga balls?”

kun’s eyes shift over to a messy utility room filled with gym equipment.

“we call it zhuā zhù, sǐ, “ henderey says excitedly getting up off the ground from where yangyang had pinned him, “it means.”

“catch or die?”

you respond, confused on why seven grown men would throw yoga balls around while tackling each other to the ground.

they’re confused on why you look so upset and mad.

“you know chinese?”

henderey responds even more shocked then before. you shake your head slowly.

it stays silent for a while until kun ushers to their quarters and says,

“well we should get going, we have a busy schedule tomorrow-”

“but we have to do the finals still!” you hear yangyang whisper into the leaders ear.

lucas then proceeds to punch yangyang in the lower back. that shuts him up really fast.

“umm yes sure, i’ll see you guys tomorrow then,” you say before closing your door to one of the weirdest displays you’ve seen so far.

how could the boys switch from being so manufactured to so normal? it scared you and made you mad. you have no idea how you’re gonna write a report on wayv without making SM look bad.

you didnt worry about it for long though, because a well deserved sleep washes over you. you would’t think about that until far into tomorrow.

the boys decided not to sleep just yet, instead they stayed up discussing the weird female reporter that would be following them around for two weeks.

“why do you think she was so mad at us?” yangyang questions.

“mad? that was just disgust.” xiaojun quips back.

“maybe she was just overwhelmed,”

kun offers, though the boys don’t believe that and they keep bickering about you.

“how is she a reporter? she looks like she hasn’t even graduated yet!”

“yangyang you haven’t either!”

winwin says while punching yangyang in the shoulder. yangyang growls in response and tries to grab winwin until kun pulls them apart.

“she might be  acting weird because we’re famous,” ten says, easily making his conspiracy seem like the truth.

“she could be in love with us, or a super fan. maybe she’s never been around famous people before!”

they talk for a while longer, discussing the anomaly that is you. but soon they also fall asleep too, tired from today’s advertising meeting.

neither you nor the boys knew how tomorrow would play out, and how different the both of you will seem.

pt 2 

#wayv #wayv smut #wayv kun #wayv lucas #wayv winwin #wayv xiaojun #wayv ten #wayv yangyang #wayv hendery #wayv x reader

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ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

pt. 10

johnny got up before you, he rose from the bed with a light smile on his face. he looks at you heavily sleeping, unaware of the brightness  outside. it was only 10:30 so he figures you could be sleeping for a little longer and he could go get something to eat while you still sleep.

you snore lightly and johnny scrunches his nose at how cute you look. his whole body is rigid and hurting from last night. he blushes to himself, he cant believe he did that. he tries to remember every little detail of last night without getting out of hand.

 he smiles and laughs to himself, these thoughts carry him into the kitchen.

"jonathaan"

 taeyong yells annoyingly while standing up out of his chair waving his arms like johnny was a soldier coming home from a battle. johnny hides his red cheeks into his shouders as he steps up into the kitchen passing a few of the boys.

"why the blush johnny?"

mark teases ruffling up his hair. johnny smiles and twitches his nose.

"nothing, you guys are just so weird."

"hes done it oh my god hes done it!"

 mark yells also standing out of his chair joining taeyong in jumping around. they hold hands and yell.

 "johnny got laid! johnny got laid!"

johnny wants to strangle both of these annoying boys but is too tired to do so. he believes waiting to do it later when they least expect it will suffice. yuta just looks at him and chuckles while continuing to eat his strawberries. johnny grabs a banana and slowly peels it as mark and taeyong finally calm down. 

"so, john?"

 taeyong asks sitting back down. johnny makes wide clueless eyes because that conversation starter could literally lead down so many different paths.

"how was it?"

mark finishes annoyed, like taeyongs equally sassy twin sentence finisher. johnny rolls his eyes and twitches his nose again.

"oh my god two nose twitches it must have been mind blowing!" mark yells.

johnny hits the table in frustration. he was about to wonder how mark could read his mind but then remembers that he usually twitches his nose out of embarrassment and mentally smacks himself in the head.

"I think I heard some of it!"

 jungwoo yells like a toddler, running to a seat between mark and yuta.

 "at first, I thought hey, that's a loud chipmunk. and then I listened for a bit longer and thought, hey I didn't now chipmunks knew how to speak. especially words like the ones I heard-"

johnny lunges forward half joking and pushes jungwoo so he almost falls off the chair. he hears the others boys laughing and chuckles, wondering how he got stuck with so many smart asses.

he tries to not let them ruin his fantastic mood, but every minute that passes proves how hard that really would be.

johnny glares at jungwoo and mark, who are smiling at each other mischievously like they had accomplished some big thing by simultaneously annoying and embarrassing johnny.

 then, johnny looks at taeyong whose pursing his lips and puffing out his cheeks mocking yuta who had stuffed so many berries in his mouth he looked like a squirrel.

 johnny notices this all too real humiliation party made especially for him. but what he doesn't notice is you approaching the kitchen from the hallway.

you just woke up a few minutes ago to the beautiful serenade of taeyong and marks screams. then you heard them talking about your "events" of last night and you couldn't help but listen. 

"no but seriously you guys literally sounded like: ohhhh my god yesss! uh!"

jungwoo moans in an exaggerated high female voice and all the others laugh hysterically.

 "wait no it was more like eeeeh! omigoood johnnnyy!"

yuta adds in, in an even more cartoon like voice.

 johnny blocks his ears when all the boys join in making exaggerated moans. you felt like this was your time to enter the conversation, so you fearlessly stride into the kitchen.

all sounds cease when they watch you seriously walk in, you think you even hear yuta hiccup. you wordlessly walk towards an astounded johnny and move his hands, sitting in his lap facing the island table.

 "uhhhh" jungwoo starts.

"you guys have it all wrong." you fake whine.

"you have to put the emphasis on the last syllables and hitch your voice on the last word, like:  eemm! gooood john!"

 you hold out your hands and look at them exasperatedly like they were clueless.

then at once after a beat of silence, they all laugh and gesture to you yelling

"thanks!"

"oh it all makes sense now!"

 and really loudly trying out the tips on your moans that you gave them.

 you feel johnny rest his head on your back smiling, but red and sweaty from embarrassment.

 you laugh definitely enjoying your creation more then he was. you turn back and tug on johnnys hair. he lifts his smiling beet red face to yours and then you kiss his forehead whispering,

"hi ya I missed you."

he chuckles and whispers back.

"I missed you too, but I think I might revoke that statement because well, im being humiliated and its somewhat because of you."

 you laugh lightly into his face, taken away by the curve of his nose and the shape of his eyes.

 "come on, you know you love me."

 he smiles again biting his lower lip, looking at how pink your lips are and how adorable it is how your forehead wrinkles when you scrunch your nose.

 "ya" he muses, "youre right."

 your face gets red now not because of the onslaught of moans and sex noises the boys were making, but because johnny just said that he loved you. it made your whole stomach flip and your head spin.

 "well that's good because I do too."

now its johnny turn to change to an even deeper shade that resembles the strawberry bits spread all over yutas mouth.

 "lets get out of here," johnny coaxes you getting out of his chair.

 "but I haven't eaten" you frown towards him.

 "I was thinking of taking you somewhere that supplies breakfast, unless our fruit loops are too tasty to part with?"

you playfully punch him in the shoulder and nod giddy.

"sure I can, just watch me."

" if you insist" he smiles.

 as you leave the boys stop yelling cuss words and all yell goodbye,

 "farewell my dear!" taeyong yells at you again.

 you elegantly curtsy and point at all of them like you were famous and thanking your fans. they all laugh and point back.

"farewell jonathan my boy!" taeyong waves again as the final farewell like he was sending us off to sea.

 you smile and scrunch your face as you walk to the bathroom.

"y/n?" johnny questions softly tugging on your hand.

 you look at him quizzically. johnny leans in a kisses you lightly. youre still as nervous as the first time he kissed you. and when he detaches his soft lips you shudder.

 "whew that was good"

 "yea?" johnny laughs at how cute you were.

you twirl into the bathroom, turn on the light and as you shut the door you say:

"the best I think."

 you hear johnny laugh on the other side of the door and you jump a little bit from how perfect everything is. you could of stayed talking to and kissing johnny all day.

but right now you craved fruit loops and hoped that whatever johnnys plans were, they can top those sugar coated wheat circles.

you doubt it.

#johnnyfic #johnnysmut #nctsmut #taeyong #johnnyau #johnnyxy/n #johnnyboyfriendmaterial #pornwithplot #slowburn

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ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

pt.8

 authors note: this scene is super short but I wanted to split it up from the smut one,, :)

you were driving over to johnnys dorm at 11 p.m for one of many reasons. the most important one is dealing with the fact that two nights ago you had confessed to johnny about your old girlfriend that you still love and how you cant fully love him until you let her go.

the other fact is that after you cried in his arms and fell asleep with dried tears on your eyes still in his grip.

when that happened, in the morning you had woken up before him. and you sat up and stared at his resting face thinking long and hard about your priorities and morals.

 that did absolutely nothing and just left you really confused and tired. so you decided to fall back asleep. when you laid down, in his sleep johnny pulled you towards himself and placed his forehead against yours.

 you smiled softly, watching this all too familiar scene play out in front of you.

when you remembered jisoo, you didn't remember her placing her forehead against yours in the midst of a deep sleep, or the way she'd laugh with her whole face and try to convince you to throw chocolate into her mouth from across the kitchen even though she never once caught it.

you only remember her absence, your crippling pain and what hers must of been like.

you decided when thinking about it, that that's no way to live. and un fare for you to remember jisoo in such a horrible way when she was the exact opposite.

so for the sake of you both, you have to move on.

when you drive to his house and confess this, you don't expect johnny to kiss you in his doorway or understand why you changed your mind so quickly. but you really like him and know you have to try and resolve this issue.

 when you knocked on his dorm door, you weren't shaking or nauseas.

because your days of nausea and crying were behind you, you had moved on with as much bravery and strength as you could muster.

 "y/n?"

johnny looks so shocked to see you outside.

 "hi" you whisper.

"um, please come in"

he gestures still surprised from your sudden arrival.

 "I need to talk to you." you confess as soon as the door shuts behind you.

"sure, anything you want" johnny whispers concerned.

 "come into my room so we don't wake the boys."

you nod and follow johnny, collecting your thoughts.

the door shuts as a low set lamp light illuminates the beautiful shadows of johnnys face and yours alike. he waits for you to say something, anything.

"I choose you." you whisper uneven.

 " I cant hold onto the past like I was. I need a real future with someone johnny.

 I need you."

he doesn't react at first and stands there like stone in the dark room. then all of a sudden he barrels towards you and wraps his long arms around, gripping you in a warm hug as he kisses you passionately.

hes so happy, hes so happy that you want to be with him and that he gets to be with such you.

 "does this make me your girlfriend?" you question lightly in his ear.

he pulls away so he can look at your soft face.

 "can it?" he questions full of hope.

 you nod twice smiling as he hugs you again, grinning into your hair.

"what now?" johnny questions after you both lay back on his bed, slightly exhausted from all of the excitement.

 "I think its too late for you to drive home so you can have the couch again-"

 you shut him up by steam rolling ontop of him.

"I have a better idea." you whisper.

because another fact, is that you had been insanely horny before you drove over, and expect to finish what was started the other night.

 johnnys expression turns dark, matching yours.

"if you insist," he moans in a low tone.

"oh I do." you reply with a smirk.

all traces of sadness and confusion had long  left your body. all you have left is desire.

desire for a man who is right in front of you.

pt. 9

#nctsmut #johnnysmut #nctjohnny #pornwithplot #johnnyau #johnnyxy/n #slowburn #johnnyboyfriendmaterial #subjohnny #confession

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ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

pt.7

you wake up with harsh sunlight piercing through your drowsy eyes. you jolt suddenly because youre not in your bed, there are mens clothes on the floor and there is someone sleeping beside you.

 then you remembered in a single exhale.

you were at johnnys dorm, in his bed beside him. you'd kissed him and told him your deepest secrets and he talked to you about a russian author and being in jail. 

you exhale flopping back onto his warm bed no longer concerned about whatever was outside of his soft sheets. you feel a hand tug on your hair and flip over smiling.

"how you doing sleepy head?" he drolls in a deep morning voice that is so enticing your tongue almost lolls out of your mouth.

 you push it back and play with the curly hairs on the top of his head. he trails his hand down your back, but not too far. he still remembers what happened last night.

he watches you scrunch up your face, then laugh at something.

 "what?"

he questions perplexed.

"all of my boogers fell to one side of my nose and now i cant breathe out of it."

johnny laughs and snorts, watching you continually try to breathe out of your nostril, smiling from how weird you could be. he never thought youd say something like that, but then again who is johnny to think that he knows everything your going to say.

"that's gross but slightly insightful." he retorts. you then mock push him.

after, johnny looks down because he feels a sharp pain.

and now he has two major problems.

 the first is that he has major morning wood, probably part of it still lingering from last night. but nonetheless, he knew it wasn't going to go away by thinking about rotten fruit or elderly people.

 the second is that he's laying beside a beautiful girl who is millimeters away from rubbing against his boner, and if he gets up she'll definitely notice and get weirded out.

 this whole restraint thing was going to be harder than he thought.

you stretch out your legs unaware of what's happening underneath the covers. you have no problem sharing a bed with johnny even though you aren't dating. you've never had a great grasp of "personal space." and this to you, was no different.

 "im really hungry is it okay if i get something from your kitchen?" you ask hoping johnny can hear your stomach growl for emphasis.

"i don't know if that's such a good idea, all the boys are home. i could bring something in for you?" he tries to convince you unable to imagine what the boys would do if they saw you.

 "nonsense, i have brothers, and im hungry."

you hop out of bed stretching your aching muscles from sleeping cuddled into johnny.

" y/n can you at least put some pants on, look i have some here."

he really doesn't want the other guys looking at your legs. not only does he feel slightly territorial over you, he knows they'd stare and think about you, which enrages him.

he reaches over to the dresser beside him making sure too keep the covers over his "problem" frantically looking for anything to cover your gorgeous legs.

 "nope ill be to sweaty." you insist, not sure why hes being so weird about you going to get food.

"oh! after can you also get my clothes out of the dryer ." you sing as you practically skip out of his room. johnny slaps himself on the head laying back in awe.

how could you be so bratty yet cute. he wants to go and monitor you in the kitchen.

but first he needs a cold shower.

you roll up the sleeves on johnnys t shirt exposing your arms to the cold air. you walk fast, your hunger from not eating dinner carrying you to where you think the kitchen is. after two dead ends you finally find it.

you also find that youre not alone.

sitting wide eyed, is haechan and jungwoo. you don't falter as you stride into the kitchen, leaning onto the table they were eating cereal off of.

"hello gentlemen,"

you crescendo, smiling mockingly at the two shocked boys.

"if one of you could tell me where the cereal and bowls are it would be greatly appreciated."

 no one answers for a minute and you wonder if somebody has placed wax figures around the table as a prank. then jungwoo narrows his eyes at you with  killer intensity.

 "who are you here with." he interrogates. you lean far over the table so you are inches away from jungwoos scowling face.

you scowl back.

"and what does this have to do with your cereal?" you question as you both stare at eachother with deadly focus.

"woah purple silk alert!" you hear someone yell having to side step into the kitchen to avoid bumping into your butt.

you break staring at jungwoo to see who you almost backed up into. it was mark, and he was staring at you with the same confused expression as the boys had.

"what are you staring at? have you never seen anyone in a kitchen before?"

mark throws his hands up in mock defence at your sudden sass. you chuckle,

you like this one.

on the other hand, jungwoo and haechan are still staring at you like little children.

"what brings you here?" haechan questions.

 "hunger, i suspect the same reasons as you." you reply coldly.

 he nods his head seriously like you were both in an interrogation room.

"okay fine we'll do this the hard way then!" mark exclaims throwing himself on the opposite side of the table to question you as well no doubt.

you continue coldly staring at the three members. no fear in sight.

"favorite movie?" mark asks.

"dazed and confused."

"favorite food?"

 "im not picky."

 "green or blue?"

"green."

 "superhuman or fool?"

 "what?" you question.

 "shes johnnys!" mark exclaims throwing his hands up in triumph.

you smack your palms across the table as jungwoo and haechan smirk in triumph as well. they didn't even do anything, no fair.

then you hear footsteps and look back to see johnny freeze mid stride.

he walks into the kitchen to see you bent over the table with mark haechan and jungwoo zealously victory dancing. you scowl at him for no apparent reason and he thinks hes about to explode from confusion and annoyance, right there in his kitchen.

" i like this one." you state pointing over to mark who is currently doing the macerana on top of jungwoo. he smiles over at johnny.

 "i approve by the way." he smirks still dancing.

"thanks?"

 johnny is so lost but he plays along so he can get the both of you cereal. you couldn't, because you were preoccupied in trying to stop the boys annoying maceranas. very serious business.

four minutes later you were happily eating fruit loops sitting beside johnny and the others. you didn't notice the boys secretly sneaking looks at your body every so often, or johnny turning redder and redder each time they smirked and winked at him.

a few minutes later you were happily eating your second bowl and mark and jungwoo announce they are going to go get groceries, but not before attempting to playfully punch johnny.

johnny holds his hands up in surrender and then they rough him up while laughing diabolically. "good job johnny" you hear mark say.

"youre my hero johnny!!"

jungwoo screams patting him on the back. you smile at how flustered johnny looks because the boys think you slept together. you were fine with whatever the boys thought, johnny on the other hand did not seem to have the same mentality.

over the course of ten minutes yuta, jaehyun and taeil check you out as well. taeil even whistles at you, punching johnny in the back. you mock bow at him and he laughs.

johnny wants to disappear or scream:

 " i didn't actually sleep with her you dicks."

 but he decides not too, not wanting to get a bigger rise out of them. you were actually quite enjoying all of the teasing though.

then taeyong comes in, his eyes only half open. then he sees you, freezes and points right at you, then at johnny. piecing together what had happened

"jonathan old boy you did it!"

he jumps. definitely going to make a huge deal out of this.

"okay that's enough cereal for now!"

johnny exclaims taking your half full bowl out of your hands, practically throwing it into the sink.

"never would i of thought you'd be with someone like her, i happen to admit that im pleasantly surprised jonathan!"

taeyong continues as johnny hastily lifts you out of your chair and starts pushing you into the hallway despite your protest.

 "im taeyong pleased to meet you!" he screams peaking over the kitchen corner holding a hand over johnnys head for you to shake. you just barely grab onto it and shake, yelling back.

 "im y/n and the pleasure is all mine!" 

taeyong smiles a cheeky smile and you laugh as johnny continues to  push you into his room. as soon as you get inside you sit on his bed pretending to be completely oblivious that any of this had affected him.

 johnny growls at your bratty smile. he crumples onto the bed beside you pulling at his hair. you giggle intently at how embarrassed he is. this is definetly going to be more fun then you thought.

pt.8

#nctsmut #nctjohnny #johnnysmut #johnnyboyfriendmaterial #johnnyxy/n #pornwithplot #nctslowburn #taeyong #mark #jungwoo #johnnysub #nctinteractions

[way-veee]

ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

pt.6

note: this is kinda long and sad but I also think its a really cute scene :)

 you smile at johnny, he smiles back.

" thanks again for letting me borrow your clothes." you say when you walk out of the bathroom wearing one of johnnys black shirts.

 "anytime" he smiles trying not to look at your bare legs. he loves looking at the way your messy hair falls on your shoulders and how his shirt falls against your thighs.

"johnny theres one more thing."

 "yah?" he responds scared that you might ask to leave.

"do you have a pair of boxers or shorts I could wear? everything I have is soaked."

he knows you don't mean this sexually and he knows that he shouldn't trail his eyes up your legs. but now that you've admitted you have nothing on underneath, he does both of those things twice then responds meekly

 "ya sure im just gonna go get a pair for you then." you nod in in gratitude as he stumbles into his room.

 you really don't understand what all of his fussing is about. a few minutes later he comes back out into the dark hallway with a pair of purple silk shorts. you cock your head quizzically at the sight of them.

"oh, no these aren't..."

 johnny backtracks unable to form cohesive words from embarrassment of having ladies shorts in his room.

"these are one of taeils old girlfriends, I found them and thought youd like something short. no- not that I want you to wear something short or that youd want too- I just.."

he gives up trying to answer and hands them over to you in defeat, his head hanging down. you can see that his ears are beet red so you don't say anything, instead you smile softly, take the shorts from him and close the door to the bathroom so you can change.

 johnny rests his head on the door frame silently thanking himself for wearing dark colored sweats today. he still cant stop thinking about how sexy your legs look.

 how much he wants to touch you and kiss you.

he cant stop thinking about how hard he is or how he probably wont be able to contain himself for the whole night. he stays there for a long time thinking about all those things until you emerge from the bathroom looking the exact same, just this time wearing shorts underneath. you have your clothes in bundle in your hands.

"my clothes are all wet and I was hoping to use your dryer." johnny smiles, but not for the same reason that you think. 

" here i'll take them. it'll only take a few minutes."

 "thanks"

 you watch him disappear down the dorm hallway. you walk down the hallway in the opposite direction, looking around to see if anyone was there. oddly enough no one happened to be in the dorms. it was late at night so the other boys could be trapped wherever they happened to be when the storm hit.

you find the living room and sit down on the leather couch facing the television. it was eerily dark and quiet from the power outage, you suspected this evening contradicted every other at the dorms but you liked that nobody else was going to interrupt your night.

this made you smile slightly as you sit in the black of night in the living room. you look for candles, opening up random doors and cupboards until you find one that smells like gingerbread and one that smells like lavender. a weird combo you admit, it was even worse when you lit them but at least you can see.

the leather of the couch was so cold and your legs are rampant with goose bumps. theres no way that youll be able to sleep on this tonight without the heating system.

you turn your attention to the books on the glass coffee table in front of you. you grab a book with a black spine and a decent weight. you open it up and find out that its an author you know quite well. you start flipping through the pages never having had read the book. you hear johnnys footsteps near the couch,

 "do you read kafka as well?"  he questions surprised,

 "a little bit, ive never seen this installment before though."

 "oh its really fascinating, its about a man who wakes up one morning and gets arrested, he doesn't know why and no one will tell him."

 johnny continues talking about the book, but instead of listening you watch him sit beside you on the couch. hes changed out of his grey sweater and into a form fitting white t shirt.

you know its not a big deal because he probably wears less clothing in front of thousands of people, and that regular people wear less clothing all the time. but this is the first time that youre seeing him without a sweater on.

you feel like the shirts not even there.

 his arms bulge and you picture them lifting you up and holding you against a wall, you picture how is abs would feel under your touch and how his fingers would feel tangled in your hair.

you vibrate just from the thought. all of a sudden, your desire makes you shudder and johnny then stops talking.

"are you cold? I can get you a blanket or pants?"

 "no its okay" you smile at his eagerness to make you feel at home.

"this couch is really cold though, I don't think i'll be able to sleep on it."

johnny knits his eyebrows in concern.

"well all of the boys always lock their doors so nobody else can raid the rooms and closets. I guess that only leaves my room."

he looks up at you for a second then looks down at the floor, his ears turning a blush colour.

holy shit, youre going to have to share a bed with johnny.

you've only met him twice counting todays encounter, which under normal circumstances would be a big red coloured flag. but the situation you two find yourself in is not normal.

you both feel an intimate connection, you both cry together and understand each other. then again looking at johnnys arms you believe there are other concerns as well.

 "can you not sleep on the couch?" you question weakly.

 "if the powerful y/n cant handle the conditions of my living room do we really think I have a chance?" you chuckle to yourself quietly.

 hes funny now too? tonight is going to be so painfully long.

 "okay I see your point. but I guess this leaves us.." you look up to johnny in question. hes still sitting hunched  beside you, wading in confusion.

"I guess this leaves us both sleeping in my bed?" he says in a tone like hes trying not to yell, which you understand because youre silently doing the same thing.

"ok sure, I mean if you'll let me?"

he nods twice in your direction, not making eye contact.

 "thanks again, youre being really nice to me. and I don't know why." 

johnny finally makes eye contact relaxing his face. you think its the most beautiful face you've ever seen.

"y/n, you've helped me more than you know. I don't know if i'll ever be able to repay you."

 your eyes soften, a light smile dances on your lips. johnny looks at you, thinking youre the most beautiful person hes ever seen. you don't say anything back because theres nothing you can say to johnny.

so you just stare at him instead, wondering why you haven't stared at him before.

 "sometimes I feel like that man."

 "who?" you respond confused.

 "the man in franz kafka's book. sometimes I wake up and feel like ive been taken prisoner by something, I don't know what and I cant figure out why."

you look at his saddening face again. you want to hug him and kiss his tears away, but you haven't touched him since the fist time you met. youre scared to do it again.

"franz kafka never finished that book, so I sometimes like to imagine how the man would escape or if he even would." his eyes glisten with tears.  "this is how I picture it."

you look up at johnny in wonder, how you ever ended up meeting someone as good and smart as him. its a miracle that you've been gifted someone like him when you know you don't deserve him. johnny collects his thoughts and starts to speak,

"im sitting in my jail cell with nothing, no possessions, books or friends. the door opens and I think its a guard with my dinner, but its not a guard. in fact its a girl with flowing hair and sparkling eyes.

she smiles at me and takes my hand. I don't know why, im a criminal in jail probably for a horrible crime.

but the girl saves me.

she leads me out passing all the guards. I look around in bewilderment because no one stops me. its probably because the girl is good, and they think I must be too if she thinks im worth saving.

so we leave the jail hand in hand, and I don't need any of the possessions I once had, or care about a lot of the things I had before. because I have her."

 youre crying at this point but you couldn't care less. you look at johnny and he looks back at you, his eyes full of adornment and something you hope is close to desire.

"the girl was saved too." you say quietly into the candle light.

"the girl needed the boy too, for her own reasons, and he helped her escape too. he really did. not from a prison, but things that were just as confining."

johnny doesn't really believe that he helped you. how could anyone so calm and collected need fixing. then again his fans and friends probably thought the same way about him.

his heart swells, johnny knows he shouldnt try to touch you or kiss you. then again he  also knows that he needs you.

from the way you talk, to how you comfort him and tell subtle jokes, he knows that hes falling for you. and if any  part about you needing him is true, well he better take his chances even if the room smells like burnt cookies and rotten flowers.

 he takes a deep breath and leans forward looking at your plump lips and rosy skin. all too suddenly johnny kisses you.

his lips are so soft. softer than a marshmallow or a pillow. theyre unlike any lips you've ever kissed before.

his lips move against yours tentatively.

you chuckle slightly, because you want him to do the opposite.

you rub your lips against his and warm heat shoots right into you. you deepen the kiss and he follows. moaning into the kiss as his soft tongue explores your mouth.

you hop into his lap to get a better angle. you cant help yourself and bite onto his lower lip, pushing your teeth into his soft flesh.

he smiles into the kiss growling in a low tone. you two stay there for a while. youre not really sure how long because your head is spinning and your body is pulsating. 

“fuck,” you moan into his mouth as your hips rub against his hard cock, you haven't really thought about "it" before, but "it" was definitely better than expected.

you smile giddy from kissing him, and possibly about what this could lead to. 

“wait.”

 you say, pushing him off. your train of thought wrecking the heated moment.

that's just it, what this could lead to. were you ready?

was he? (he definitely looked and felt like he was but still). 

“I- I cant, this is really fast, um..” you look at the ground mad and embarrassed at yourself for not being able to do this. he looks at you intensely, 

“its not you at all, im just not sure im ready for this..” you look at johnny all too disappointed in yourself. 

“have you ever?” he questions in a high pitched voice from confusion.

you smile at how naïve he could be. 

“oh you have no idea,” you smirk into his face still inches away from yours.

 “ but right now I cant.”

you frown, mad at yourself. its not that johnny isn't amazing or that youre not attracted to him. you just cant take that next step until youre sure. you promised her and yourself this, you trust yourself enough to believe that youre making the right choice. 

“right, no of course. we only go as far as your comfortable.” johnny says seriously, you know that he respects you and your choices which comforts you even more.

 “is this still okay?” he gestures to you sitting on his lap, legs hiked up, his hand on your lower back. you laugh slightly and nod.

 “is it also okay if I ask why?”

he says softly, his hand starting to rub your back in slow circles. you wonder whether you should say yes or no.

you've never told anyone, but you trust johnny. 

“yes.” you whisper. here goes nothing. 

“okay, umm, picture this, youre with someone who you think is perfect.”

johnny nods, knowing exactly what that feels like. 

“imagine that youre with them all the time, you talk to them and laugh with them, you share everything possible with them. and you also love and cherish them more than you ever thought possible.

you think everything is going good because it really is. and youre so contempt that you've found your one person to be with forever, everything is great, so great.

well then imagine, one day you come home, waiting for them so you can talk and laugh and tell them everything all over again. but they don't come back.”

you cant feel the tears because your face is numb from sadness, but you know that theyre there because you hear them hit the wood floor. 

“so you wait and wait, you don't sleep all night because you want to believe that they'll come back, and hug you and love you like all the nights before. but deep down you know that they wont,

because they cant.

you don't sleep again for along time, you don't think about anything for along time and all of your everything's pile up because you have no one to share them with.

 imagine that that person took the best parts of you with them, because they brought out the best in you. it makes sense because you were only ever theirs.

 on your restless nights you made a pact with yourself to never share everything with anyone ever again.

because nobody would be them.”

 you look into johnnys sullen eyes wondering if they feel as heavy as your heart. 

“johnny, I like you. even though I barely know you, I like you a whole lot. I think eventually i'll be able to be happy with you if you'll wait for me, im just not ready to give her up yet.

I never will, but right now its bad johnny, and I really wanna be with you. but I just cant give her up. not yet...

 I need her.”

 johnny suddenly hugs you in the warmest hug you've had in a long time. it fills you up pushing some of the sadness away. you cry into his shoulder.

you cry lightly, smalls sobs escape whenever you breath in too deeply. johnny doesn't say anything for a long time, this comforts you because you couldn't reply.

 “I don't know what youre going through but it sounds awful. one thing I do know though, is that you have so many good parts of you still here, too many maybe, but hey.”

you laugh through your quieted sobs. 

“you are so perfect here right now in this moment, and in the next and in the last. also,

I don't mind waiting, i'll wait forever, as long as I get to be near you, as long as your happy i'll survive.”

you hug him so tightly you think your arms are going to fall off. you cant believe he’d wait for you. the thought of someone being there for you is so amazingly reassuring you almost laugh. 

“thanks,” you whisper into his broad back. he doesn't say anything but you can feel him smile into your hair. you hold him until you stop shaking from the cold and sadness.

finally you unlatch from your embrace and stare into his beautiful face. 

“what was her name?”

he says softly not wanting to speak over the light silence of the living room. 

“jisoo.”

 you whisper lightly, thinking about how beautiful she was inside and out.

you think about her smile and her soft voice. you think about the beautiful letters that make up her name and how when you first met her you couldn't stop saying it.

 “that's a beautiful name” he states. you nod and chuckle wiping the tears out of your puffy eyes. 

“it really is.”

you sit beside him, watching the candle light flicker. 

“can we go to bed?” you almost inaudibly whisper.

 johnny nods grabbing your hand to lead you to his bedroom. you admire how pretty his fingers looks wrapped around yours, at how perfect his arm muscles look trailing under his t shirt. 

“here we are,” he gestures to his small room, with a bed barely big enough for two, a simple desk light and table in the corner of the room.

you sit on his bed almost sighing from how soft his blankets feel. you are so exhausted and don't protest when johnny lowers himself onto the bed beside you and pulls up the covers.

the sheets are cold and you soundlessly start shivering. johnny silently pulls you into himself so his knees are pressing into the backs of your legs and his arm drapes over your stomach, he hugs you into him. hes so warm. 

“I never want to go back to my own bed when I know I could be here with you.” you whisper into his arm.

 “the boys would be hassle though, never let us hear the end of it. if youre okay with that and minimal sleep because of the sound of eight other teenage boys then?”

you laugh from your belly. 

“imagine,”

 he laughs too, imagining it all too clearly. you snuggle in closer to him. 

“im excited to run away from prison with you.” you lightly tease.

 “hey hey remember whose bed youre generously being let sleep in before you mock a person!”

 “ don't worry, I remember exactly.”

you feel him smile against your curled spine. you've never fallen asleep smiling before, but you figure today was a good day to start.

pt. 7

#nct #nctjohnny #johnnysmut #nctsmut #slowburn #pornwithplot #johnnyxy/n #johnnyau #nctau #johnnyboyfriendmaterial

[way-veee]

ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

pt. 5

johnny was going to see you again.

he knew this as a fact because he had texted you a brief message that said he wanted to talk to you again and you had replied yes, even adding in two smiling emoticons.

he hadn't just asked to see you again because he jerked off to the memory of you dancing at the club in his bedroom. johnny hoped to actually avoid the whole “incident” all together.

he was going to ask you about you being at the club though. he was so shocked when he found you there.

he wasn't trying to be rude, but you didn't strike him as a person to be very social or like clubs. but there you were, a completely different person. he better phrase that in a more positive way or his first visit with you would be his last.

johnny pops out his left hip carefully inspecting his outfit he was going to meet you in. the jeans weren't too tight but fit well, his sweater looked casual yet high end, and his sneakers were more fashionable than sporty.

 johnny nods at himself in approval and grabs his wallet and keys, the two of you had decided to stay at the NCT dorms because all of the boys had left on this weekend night, so you two would be all alone.

 johnny being excited was an understatement. you two had also decided that he would pick you up from the train station, which is where hes heading now. he checks himself out one more time in the front foyer mirror as he exits the dorm running over conversation starters as light rain drips onto his freshly washed hair.

you didn't have to think about what to wear because you already new it would consist of black pants and a black top. as your train pulls into the station you adjust your glasses and finger comb your hair.

nearly two minutes after you stand under the bus shelter waiting for johnny the rain picks up. it really picks up.

falling out of the sky in thick streams you felt like you were under water. the black sky swirls above you as loud cracks of thunder explode from the clouds.

was this a sign?

 you hope not, because there was a hurricane not far from here, your area was probably just lucky enough to get that storms discharge.

you could feel the rain seeping into your clothes, you frantically look for shelter. the terminal is crowded with umbrellas and damp unhappy patrons just like yourself and you knew you wouldn't fit inside.

. could this night get any better? you desperately hope so.

 johnny frantically pulls the car up to the terminal ten minutes later and hurriedly hops out of the car, looking at you shivering in the cold and soaked to the bone.

 “wow this storm is crazy.” johnny says matter o factly opening the passenger sides door for you. you slowly ring out your hair nodding in agreement. 

“the weather station says its actually a mini hurricane and there is slight flooding in the south.”

 you tense up immediately. you live in the south area. 

“where?” 

“uuhh im pretty sure the whole neighbour hood near the lake has to be temporarily evacuated and-”

 “shit.” you yell slapping the top of johnnys glove compartment in defeat. johnny looks at you wide eyed.

 “oh is your house there? should I take you back?” you nod your head in defeat. 

“no, I live on the top floor of an apartment so ill be okay. I suspect the electricity will be out though, so i’ll be sleeping in the cold and the dark.”

great. today was working out just great for you.

 “umm, y/n. don't hit my glove compartment again because im afraid you’ll break it, see there’s already a tiny dent.” he points to a small scratch that you definitely made, but you shove his hands away embarrassed none the less. 

“but,” he continues. “the roads and trains are down and blocking the area so you wont be able to get home for the time being. no one in your area will.”

he squints his eyes, ready for your expected anger. 

“that's just great, I don't get my paycheck until next week so I cant afford a hotel.” you hold your head in your hands wrecking the meticulous finger combing job you did earlier. but you were so mad you didn't care. where were you going to sleep tonight? out in the rain, in a bush or a shed? 

“y/n.” johnny says softly, calming you down slightly. 

“if you would like too, you could sleep on the couch at the dorm tonight.”

you were shocked, your eyes bulged out of your head and your mind froze. you were going to be sleeping at the NCT dorms near johnny.

oh lord, tonight just got better and worse at the same time. funny.

 “oh if you'll let me, that would be great.”

 “ya sure its no problem” johnny tries to say as cool as he can manage. 

“really thank you.”

the two of you blush intensely at the thought of you sleeping so close to johnny, and you both avoid talking the whole ride home. opting to listen to the rain instead.

over the course of the next half hour, the two of you drive to his dorms and let yourselves in. johnny hurriedly shows you to the bathroom and gives you clothes to wear, his face is extra red for some reason. and you go into the bathroom looking a little flushed yourself.

you shake your head when his heavy and probably expensive bathroom door swings shut. this was going to be a long night.

pt.6

#nct #nctjohnny #nctsmut #johnnysmut #pornwithplot #slowburn #johnnyxy/n #nctau #johnnysub

[way-veee]

ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

pt 2

youre an idiot, you are an absolute idiot for sitting in a convenient store next to a crying man who happened to be johnny seo. you don't know what came over you or why johnny opened up and talked to you.

but you felt something special, in the way he spoke and made you feel. hes different, you don't know why. but the coincidence of that situation is all too real to be dismissed.

 typical you, you go into a convenient store for almond milk and blackberries and walk out with some freaky connection to a member of NCT.

 you slap your forehead multiple times in sheer disbelief as the people in the coffee shop look at you with concerned expressions. several forehead slaps later you regain your composure. then sit up straight, push your glasses up your nose and fix the back of your hair.

jack kerouac seems all too boring to read at the moment, so you place the book pages face up on the table in defeat.

its been five days since the "convenient store" had happened and your mind has been askew ever since. reading and sleeping have become difficult because you cant focus or stop your brains endless regurgitation of the events.

you long for a cigarette but opt for the coffee and croissant placed at the opposite end of your table instead. because one positive aspect of enduring a time consuming  crisis is that food seemed to taste better and coffee seemed stronger.

you calm yourself by listening to the lull of violins seeping through the cafes radio.

you hear the door open and the coffee grinder start. the cold from outside circulates the café and sends a sharp chill up your leg, you reach over to put your book in your bag but find a figure standing beside you instead. you jump up almost hitting them in the head. 

"jesus!"

you look up to find johnny beside you yet again.

"jesus!"

you say again. your heart is galloping in your chest. you calmly slip the book into your bag and try to regulate your heart rate.

 "sorry, i saw that you were here and i just wanted to say hi and maybe talk about a few things."

"yes of course" you reply motioning  for him to sit.

you don't really understand why hes here. you thought youd never see him again, him being a celebrity and all, but here he is none the less.

"sorry for intruding but I just had to see you again." you nod still confused.

johnny is too, but hes been thinking of you and believes the best way to get over you is to talk everything over and hopefully leave this coffee shop with a peaceful conscience.

"so?" you start unable to think of anything else.

 "first I just wanted to say im not who you think I am." you look straight into johnnys eyes to see If hes joking, but hes not. he really thinks that you don't know who he is. people thought you were stupid, but this? just embarrassing.

"okay well here it goes," johnny says genuinely concerned. you try to supress your laughs.

"im actually johnny seo, from NCT." his eyes widen, nervous as he looks into yours, you don't even blink.

 "im y/n." you reply holding your hand out to shake.

"from this city"

you add with a light smile. he tilts his head in surprise that you weren't at all effected by his big news.

that was ten minutes of practicing that neither himself, nor his mirror would ever get back.

he slowly shakes your hand. he doesn't ask if you knew, but he gathers that you did and prays that his face isn't turning as red as he feels. you seem so oblivious to who he is and act completely normal around him, now even a little rude.

 almost no normal people acted like that around him.

 "okay, now that that's over with," he chuckles lightly. "I just wanted to talk about the convenient store." you nod, wanting to address that as well.

 " first off thank you, I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there. I was in a bad place, and, well..." he trails off staring at the ground no doubt reminiscing what had happened. you wait for him to continue.

 "something had happened before, and I just couldn't take it anymore, and then that happened. im pretty embarrassed now actually, but... I- I really don't think I could of avoided it."

his voice grew softer and softer, his tone reminded you of her yet again. trying to comfort him, you speak,

 "one. don't feel embarrassed, what happened happened, im glad I could be there, and who gives a shit anyways. two, you don't have to thank me. I did that because I wanted to and you helped me a lot too."

 he tilts an eyebrow unconvinced.

 "hey, believe it or not people can be in a bad place. just not look it." you say probably too firmly. 

he throws his hands up in mock defence which thankfully lightens the mood. you smile lightly.

"okay fair enough," johnny nods slowly then speaks.

"i don't think ill ever be in the place i was when you found me, but i do think i still want to be with you. if-if youre okay with that?"

he looks at you in question hoping to god you don't say no. he didn't mean to ask to see you again, but once the two of you started talking he knew he had too ask. you nod your head.

 "no i'd actually like that very much, can i give you my number?" you question in a slight high pitched voice, no doubt from nerves.

"strictly for our business agreement of course," you add.

 he laughs and pulls his phone out of his back pocket and hands it to you. you shakily type in your number, then hand him his phone back. johnny tries to hide his blushing but is sure his ears are giving him away.

"oh soot, i have a rehearsal that was postponed to later tonight. i better get going."

 "oh yea that's fine i uh hope you have fun." you say all too quietly.

 "i'll text you soon!" he beams as he runs out definitely late.

"sure!" you trail off unsure if he heard you. you pull your fingers through your hair wondering how many phone numbers johnny has given out, and why it upset you that he had to leave so soon. 

you hear your phone buzz and pull it out of your bag. anyone else sitting around you would of found it weird that you were stupidly smiling into the screen of your phone. but you could care less, because the notification was a text that read:

"how's tuesday night at my place?"

god, hes slick now? you never would of thought. you also never would of thought that youd reply:

"ya sure! ill be there for 8:30. but don't worry we wont go past your bed time :)"

god, what are you going to do with yourself.

pt.3

note: im pretty inept and don't know how to use technology so I hope I did the link right :/

#johnnysmut #nctslowburn #nctsmut #smutwithplot #johnnyboyfriendmaterial #y/n #johnnynct

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ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

pt.3

 "jesus johnny you've only seen this girl twice and youre already in love with her! is it because she has a nice ass? I bet its because she has a nice ass."

taeyong retorts as the two men walk down a busy street covered in the darkness midnight usually brings.

"shut up taeyong."  johnny laughs, smiling to himself.

 "oh my god"

taeyong shouts in disbelief running up in front of johnny, then crouching down to see him smile while thinking about you.

"I haven't seen you crush this hard since Irene and we all know what happened when you asked her out-"

"taeyong"

 johnny says sternly with an authority that shuts him up. johnny hears him let out a sigh as they enter the club they had been dying to go to, in order to escape the hectic dorms on a saturday night .

"I get it john, I really do, and if you think shes great then I bet she really is." he says supportively placing a hand on johnnys shoulder as the two descend into the blaring music and neon lights of the club.

 johnny gives taeyong a small smile before surveying the club around him. 

"ha" he snorts nudging taeyong.

"can you believe haechan tried to tag along."

 "god I wish he had just so we couldve seen what would of happened."

johnny laughs with his whole face as they make their way over to the bar. taeyong orders two drinks that johnny forgets the name of and they sit in the bars leather chairs staring onto the dance floor.

 "so" taeyong starts.

"I called mark and he'll cover for us if for whatever reason we come back later than expected."

taeyong smirks with his playboy charm that johnny knows these girls wont be able to resist.

 taeyong says something else but johnny doesn't hear because he almost drops his drink in disbelief.

 in the middle of the dance floor, he sees a girl with her hair tied above her head in sparkly clips, wearing a short deep red, skin tight dress that dips over her breasts, a matching red lip and heeled booties.

 never in the entirety of his life, would he of thought to see you wearing that, smiling like that, or dancing like that.

god, he would never of even thought that youd enter a club let alone stay and have fun.

"ty" johnny says shakily tapping him.

"what." taeyong snaps looking at johnny with wide annoyed eyes.

he points to you dancing in the crowd smiling brightly at your friends.

"fuck shes hot."

taeyong gapes matter o factly staring at you.

 "that's her," johnny gapes.

 "that's y/n."

 taeyong locks eyes with him ready to laugh at the joke. but then sees the sincerity in johnnys expression. 

johnny falls back in disbelief opening a button on his snake skinned collar from the sudden heat in the room.

"you've gotta be shitting me johnny.

" taeyong laughs in disbelief. still looking at you, he shakes his head.

"this is the mysterious, all black wearing, intelligent girl of few words you've had a hard on for?"

 johnny elbows taeyong hard in the stomach.

 "ow what the!"

taeyong cries. johnny watches you shake your hips and raise your arms still questioning who you are and why youre here.

 "ha I knew it, she does have a nice ass."

 taeyong smiles while watching you.

"hey cut it out!" johnny whines in a high pitched voice shoving him off of the chair.

 "that's it!"

taeyong flails his arms up almost causing a scene being the brat that he is.

"this girl has been eye fucking me for the entirety of our sitting here and I will not stand for your bullying when I could be over there with her."

johnny gestures for taeyong to leave slightly annoyed. taeyong stands up straight fixing his hair then straightening his shirt.

"all right johnny old boy, im off." he says grandly.

"taeyong."

johnny says seriously.

"thanks man, really." 

taeyongs façade falls immediately as a soft smile falls onto his cherry lips. he gives johnny a light hug that makes him feel a lot less jittery.

"all the best man really." taeyong nods.

 'you too man." johnny smiles.

 "see you tomorrow morning!" taeyong chirps as he skips off into the crowd of people dancing.

johnny shakes his head laughing at the absurdity of taeyong. then he turns back to you.

he knows its weird to watch you dance while hes half hard. but itd be even more embarrassing if he asked you to dance, not that youd say yes. so johnny sits there as a song with a bellowing bass and mumbling melody comes on.

he watches your friends that aren't nearly as pretty as you shake your shoulders yelling. he thinks this must be a favourite song of yours or your friends.

he watches you sway to the beat twisting your body basically body rolling to the sensual melody. he rolls his eyes and bites the inside of his mouth because of how sexy you look, and how much he wants to be the one you grind against.

 hes fully hard now shamelessly watching you, too horny or concentrated to care what anyone thinks.

you look so carefree and happy dancing with your friends. johnny loves seeing you like this, he wonders why youre completely different around him. he shakes the thought off scolding himself for pouting like a child.

 hes buzzing from need, need to touch you, kiss you, be in you. its deafening and he cant hear or see anyone else but you in your deep red dress. hes so hard now it hurts and he periodically, has too close his eyes and breathe so he doesn't cum in his pants.

 right there, right in front of everyone just because of the thought of you.

he wonders how much he doesn't know about you, or what your sense of humor is like, or what your type is.

then all of his thoughts shatter as he watches a guy definitely not as cute as him, rub up against you. you laugh, clearly friends with him. johnny watches in an intense jealous state as you spin around and laugh open mouthed at something he said. johnny wonders why hes never tried to make you laugh. he watches you grab the

 guys hands and dance with him, flinging the both of your arms around to the upbeat music. he wishes it was him, he wish he knew you, and he hates this guy he hasn't even met.

 he doesn't know why you make him feel so intensely. hes johnny seo, cool, calm smart.

hes dated so many girls and never once acted as foolishly as he is now. even when a girlfriend cheated on him, hes never wanted to hurt a guy as much as he does right now.

the clubs too hot, the neon lights are too bright and whatever drink taeyong ordered is room temperature.

he gets up having to tear his eyes away from you as you smile, amused at the boy grinding against you  laughing to your friends.

 he angrily walks up the stairs and flings himself on the wall outside the front of the club.

the cold air hits him all in one blink and he feels instantly better. the breeze wipes the sweat off and calms his boner slightly.

 he just waits there for nothing in particular. he looks up at the stars breathing heavily. unable to think of anything but you.

pt. 4

#johnny johnnynct johnnyxy/n johnnyau johnnysmut johnnynctsmut nctslowburn smutwithpolt johnnyboyfriendmaterail y/n #johnnynct #johnnyxy/n #johnnyau #johnnysmut #johnnynctslowburn #nctslowburn #smutwithplot #johnnyboyfriendmaterial #y/n

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ineedyou

                   word count: 1.7k+

rating: m

genre: drama, mystery, smut, romance, sad

warnings: dark themes, smut, talk of suicide and depression

pairing: johnny x reader

note : I was listening to lana while writing the first chapter I promise they wont all be as dark as this (im currently writing smut and a threesome scene.) I hope you guys like it!

 I wrote this out of a place of losing someone I love and self deprecating thoughts. I hope you guys take something good away from it.

    when you walked into the convenient store beside your favorite coffee shop you didnt expect to find almond milk, or a stray cigarette in your coat pocket. but you especially didn't expect to find johnny seo crying against the concrete wall behind aisle two. 

you stare at him. hes balled up on the floor head wrapped against his knees, back heaving. people walk by and pretend not to see him or step over his legs like hes a part of the floor decoration.

 this annoys you, you have an urge to comfort him. its strong and overpowering and you know you cant resist it. you shake your head in disbelief as you place the items you were gonna buy on a nearby rack and somewhat tentatively make your way over. 

you place your back on the wall. he doesnt seem to notice you or care. you slowly slide down and sit on the cold glazed floor beside him. the crown of your head presses against the bricks as you stare up at the lights. 

you feel johnny glance at you in between sobs, then probably deciding you weren't a threat or worth his thoughts. 

he turns back to his knees. you feel johnnys body shake beside you. the weight of his sadness pulling on your shoulders, pushing you farther into the ground beside him. you don't dare look over at his red face stained with tears, you don't know what youd do or say.

 you fidget with your fingers in your lap trying to stall your need for a cigarette or two. for some reason you think you need to be here. beside him.

you don't know why, or if she would approve. god, she wouldn't approve of a lot of the things you do now. you wince at the thought, not wanting to confront who you've become. youre scared of her. you try not to shake beside him. 

unsure of what youre about to do or what you should say. so you don't think, and just speak.

 "sometimes, you just need to say it. you just need to share whatever is keeping you down."

 you feel johnny look up at you. you cant look at him, youre too fragile you know youll break. 

"you might feel better, lighter."

 you pull your gaze into his eyes, filled with tears. theres brown glinting under sadness. you hope he doesn't see your lip quiver or hear your heart beat. he puts his head back between his knees and you ignore his whimpers. 

unable to move yourself. you don't know how long you sit there, you were ready to stay forever. until your legs rooted into the ground or your back melded into the wall. but then he speaks and your illusion of desolation is shattered by his soft voice.

 "I-I have friends, I have family. they usually smile and tell me im  great or that they are proud of me. but I cant help but feel like im not enough, I cant help but think theyre lying. I know im a disappointment to them because I am to myself. if I was even half the man everyone thought I was I-."

he stops talking as you continue to listen to the silence where his words hang, theres nothing you can say or do. you know this from experience but you are slightly relieved that johnny decided to open up to you.

 " I feel guilty with every step I take. that I was raised and surrounded by so many people. so many good people, and I have the audacity to feel sad for myself. to feel so much pity for myself and to wallow and even resent my achievements." 

johnny rests his head on the wall behind him. you see his adams apple bob as he tries to supress a sob.

" I feel so angry that im sad, ive never really been happy. I know that now. I should be happy, I should be contempt and carefree. but im sad, im so fucking sad and incomplete." 

your throat bobs as well when he continues to speak. the harsh lights paling his skin.

 "im sad that im not happy and I don't think ill ever be." 

he takes a breath after this, collecting all things lost. his shaking finally stops so you know you sure as hell cant start now. your eyes feel so heavy, your heart feels so heavy. you don't know what to do and neither does he.

"theres no point of going on if no one needs me." he whispers maybe convincing himself.

 "if don't even need myself."

his eyes widen to the floor as you almost shout, 

"hey hey! look at me." 

you grab his head shakily pulling him to look up at you. 

"I need you okay. I need you." 

you want to wipe the tears out of his eyes but you just leave him. you've definitely overstepped whatever invisible boundaries you've set.

 you feel him cry into the air beside your head. the both of you stare at the artificial lights above you, blotting your vision. 

you don t know how long you sit there. but johnnys arm falls beside him, and you think of her. you think of your sadness, his sadness and how much you need to hold his hand. you don't know why, but you just do.

shakily you place your finger tips into his hand. he unfolds it, letting you in as you grasp your hand in his.

 you feel him lightly hold onto yours needing to be grounded somehow. you close your eyes and focus on your hands.

 how your skin is pressed together and you feel the electricity jumping between you both. 

you  stay there for what might of been an eternity. you could of opened your eyes and would've been fine if the world had aged forty years or if the store was ripped up from the ground beneath you. because youre here.

 just with him. maybe johnny reminds you of her, but he reminds you of the sun and of your mother and of all things good and blooming in the world.

 "everything passes. everything." you whisper, you hope that you didn't just say it in your head.

but then you feel his fingers slowly curl closer to yours and a somber smile creeps on your face, pushing the tears back into your eyes. 

hes tentative beside you. but its easy, you two together is easy. 

and maybe people walking by or stepping over the both of your out stretched legs would frown in disbelief or second hand embarrassment. but you wouldn't care or even open your eyes. you feel lighter for the first time in a while.

 sitting on the cold ground holding a crying strangers hand, staring at bright fluorescent lights half listening to an electric guitar solo on the stores radio. this calms you more than cigarettes or the dark.

he calms you.

pt.2

edit: smut scenes are in:

  pt.4

pt.9

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