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There was a lump in her throat.

The ashy white hair contrasting with the all black outfit had already seemed too much at the beginning, but now, staring at the big screen focusing on the boy, there was no doubt in her mind that, yes, it could be even worse.

The way his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, in the most ridiculous way, was almost unfair. Not to mention dangerously tempting.

His hands, fiddling with the hem of the zip-up shirt, trying to tuck it in his pants, didn't go unnoticed by her. Hell, it didn't even go unnoticed by the thousands of people screaming from down the stage.

Song Mingi was toying with everyone's mind right there in front of her and there was not a single thing she could do except swallow the lump that hard formed on her throat.

Her eyes had not left the screen for a single second. And that was her mistake.

Had she be paying a little more attention, she would have seen the quick look he sent in her direction. Quick and precise. Enough to make Mingi realize she was standing there and staring at him through the big screen.

He fought back a smirk, conveniently bringing the mic close to his mouth and speaking into it.

He would not forget to bring it up later that night.

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There was a lump in her throat.

The ashy white hair contrasting with the all black outfit had already seemed too much at the beginning, but now, staring at the big screen focusing on the boy, there was no doubt in her mind that, yes, it could be even worse.

The way his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, in the most ridiculous way, was almost unfair. Not to mention dangerously tempting.

His hands, fiddling with the hem of the zip-up shirt, trying to tuck it in his pants, didn't go unnoticed by her. Hell, it didn't even go unnoticed by the thousands of people screaming from down the stage.

Song Mingi was toying with everyone's mind right there in front of her and there was not a single thing she could do except swallow the lump that hard formed on her throat.

Her eyes had not left the screen for a single second. And that was her mistake.

Had she be paying a little more attention, she would have seen the quick look he sent in her direction. Quick and precise. Enough to make Mingi realize she was standing there and staring at him through the big screen.

He fought back a smirk, conveniently bringing the mic close to his mouth and speaking into it.

He would not forget to bring it up later that night.

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it’s so frustrating (and heartbreaking) to see so many writers going on indefinite hiatus / deleting their blogs because they are not motivated to write anymore. worst of all: people would always be like ‘no why are you leaving we don’t want you to do so :(’ but they were nowhere to be seen in our notifications beforehand. the lack of support on this platform is a huge issue and it’s a shame that content consumers don’t get the hint when writers have been waving the red flag for months. please support creators by rebbloging their posts, interact with them by leaving a few tags, a comment or an ask! if you’re too shy then hit that anon button and you’re good to go. show them that their works matter and you enjoy their blog, because when the decision to leave is made, it’s already too late.

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Late-night | Lee Donghae

A/N: eh… this is not what I expected for the night, but when I’m hit with a 15-minute video of Donghae saying goodnight because he can’t sleep, you cannot expect my mind to miss this opportunity. First of all… This is my first fanfic ever with this absolute adorable man and I’m nervous af! Second, no, this is not our ordinary Dylan stuff. get over it. Third… This is not what I said I was writing. This is, however, a start. A new start for me. You will be seeing more of Donghae’s handsome face around and for that, I’m not sorry. Enjoy it. 

Pairing: Lee Donghae x reader

Word counting: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and some more fluff.

At first, it seemed like a dream. The ruffling sound of the sheets, the dim light coming from her side, the soft, whispered voice speaking beside her in the quietest tone. It was like she was imagining it all, a faraway dream that lulled her in and out of her slumber, dancing around her cloudy mind, keeping her from truly waking up, the sleep overpowering all other senses she could think of mustering. 

There was a peaceful atmosphere in the room, the dark sky and blinking lights showing on the horizon of the curtainless window in front of her giving her the clear sign that she wasn’t asleep anymore, the shifting weight over the mattress causing her to shuffle against her own accord. Slowly, but very surely so, Y/N turned on her spot, her back falling softly against the silky touch of the sheets, a soft sigh coming from her lips as she adjusted to the new position, her arms falling beside her in a somewhat lifeless way, their weight being too much for her to sustain.

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💙[request on jaehyun who's an undercover spy looking for his old lover]— DO YOUR MAGIC 💖

I'm back... ish? I've been gone for idek how long and got quite a few asks hanging in my DM, but...

Anyway, this is something I have been holding back for a few years now, and I think it fits perfectly. There might be other parts, but... You tell me what you think of it, if it should be posted. Just out of curiosity, I had named it "Starting Fires".

And thank you, anon, for asking for this prompt! Hope you enjoy it.

Jeong came to a halt, his chest rising and falling in quick motions, his breath labored, his sight not yet adjusted to the darkness of the tunnel. Behind him, he could hear the shouts and steps resonating through the gallery, water splashing around and echoing throughout the chamber, making it hard to pinpoint the location where it all came from.

A drop of sweat rolled from his forehead to his eye, the salty liquid stinging the deep cut over his eyebrow before finding its way to his dark chocolaty iris. The man blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his mind and keep his cool in order to find a way out of this situation.

The putrescent smell from the tunnel gave him the indication he needed. It was a sewer and there had to be a way out of it. That is, if he could find which path to follow before the men behind him had the chance of finding him and giving Jeong the same fate his partner had.

Stumbling forwards, the assassin advanced in the darkness. His left hand against the humid wall while his right hand held onto the gash wound on his lower abdomen, stacking some of the blood that insisted on pouring out of his body due to the constant movement he made.

Jaehyun couldn’t give himself a moment to stop and understand where this mission had gone wrong. He couldn’t believe they had been outsmarted. A whole team with the best of the best, and yet they had fallen prey to some terrorist cell in the middle of nowhere, with no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

The past few months had been like walking through hell, with Jeong and Davis being moved from one camp to another, a blind always covering their eyes, their minds clouded due to the amount of sedatives they had been given daily. It was like a never-ending nightmare, and Jaehyun couldn’t believe he was right in the center of it all. The one being held hostage instead of finding a way to free someone else.

The words Hurley had always told him ringed in his brain every day, the constant nag that no one would come after him. Remember, the voice said. If anything goes wrong, no one is coming for you. You’re ghost.

And that’s what he was trying to be now, a complete translucid, inaudible being walking with water covering his ankles, his steps vacillating, his breath ragged and his eyes blurry.

A sense of determination was what kept him going, though. There was no one else coming for him, there was no future staying. He had to leave and survive. He had to find a way out of this hell he had been living and get back to his life, to the people he had left behind, to the secret he kept from the CIA.

Without thinking of anything else, Jaehyun followed ahead, the path splitting into two directions. A groan escaped his mouth when he realized one wrong move would lead him into his death.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the face of a woman invaded his thoughts. The smile she had on her plump lips, the way the dimples on her cheeks caved into her features, her fingers intertwining with one another, her eyes glistening in the sunlight.

He wondered what she had been going through, what she thought had happened to him. Hurley had no idea about her, he had no idea about anything Jaehyun had decided to keep excluded from his professional life.

And if that was the case, she had no idea he had been captured, she had no idea he was still alive, and she had no idea he was going back to her. For all he knew, she assumed he had fallen victim to the horrible job he had, the one she had insisted he gave up, to no avail.

With a final grunt, Jeong threw himself to the left, the noises getting closer behind him, his eyes losing focus before a blinding light came in contact with him, his steps leading him to the opening without realizing the most important thing: it was a big fall.

And it was amidst his body free-falling into the ground that Jeong Jaehyun scolded himself. So much for trying to live and see the face of Y/N one more time. What the terrorist hadn’t done, he had managed to. He had killed himself.

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I dreamed of Lucas this past night. I miss him so much, dude.

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OKAY, BUT... WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? HOW DO I MOVE ON?

JEONG JAEHYUN, FOR FUCK'S SAKE. WHAT IS THAT? WHY AM I BEING SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW????

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HELLO if you speak anything other than english would you please tell me in the tags what rice is called in that language??

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husband fluff with jae plsss

Never love this way again

There was a warm aura inside the house, orange and yellow lights crackling from the fire lit up in the fireplace, washing over the walls and furniture, making the room seem more inviting and comfortable than it already was. There was a smell lingering in the air, taking over the whole house, infesting each room in the most delicious way. It was a concoction of flavors, sweet, sour, and salty, each and every one of them adding to the ambiance the owner of the house was trying to create. 

Fairy lights decorated the living room, twinkling every few seconds in the tall green tree on the supposedly dark corner, illuminating the whole area brightly, showing the face of the small angels and nutcrackers adorning the leafy branches, bringing life into the now empty room.

The low humming sound coming from the kitchen could barely be heard and it would take trained ears to pick up the melody it was going to, but it didn’t matter to the girl standing there, going around the wide space with her eyes closed, feeling the energy of the air, summery and delightful in comparison to the one outside, so gloomy and cold. 

Her hands expertly reaching for the plates and dishes she needed, her hips swinging to the song coming from the opened laptop in the countertop, a smile plastered on her face as the memories invaded her thoughts, images of what she had gone through the years, images of the person she was with, all so very vibrant and calm.

Loving Jaehyun was like that. It was like a Sunday summer afternoon, a breath of fresh air entering suffocating lungs. It was easy, it was living, it was looking into the future and seeing them together, hand in hand. It wasn’t complicated, it was patient, and above it all, it was reciprocal. 

She knew that for every day she had loved and wanted to be with him, he was right there with her, feeling the same, working through their difficulties to keep the flame alive, to keep their relationship as pure as it had always been, no interference from the outside world, no matter what. Gossips would always be a constant thing in his life, therefore something that would be present in her days too, but the trust they had in one another prevailed it all. 

That was why it didn’t feel like a wintery day could spoil her night, that was why she would happily hum to whatever song would come next, that was why she had a smile on her face even when she was left alone in that house for the day, even when she knew he could walk in any second and see her making a fool of herself. 

She didn’t care. She would gladly keep doing it, celebrating her happiness, her relationship, the constant reason to make her sway to silly love songs.

And it was amidst that track of thought, so lost into her own mind, that Y/N didn’t hear when the front door opened, a gust of cold air infiltrating the warm home they had made for themselves, heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway, entering the living room and soon stopping under the threshold, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the girl using a wooden spoon as a microphone, oblivious to everything else around her as she closed her eyes shut, her back turned to him, her hair falling in long waves down her shoulders.

Jaehyun stood there contemplating her, wondering what he had done to have deserved such a girl into his life, one that never failed to amaze him, one that could bring a smile to his face even when she didn’t mean to, one that could fit perfectly in his arms, one that shared more than just moments with him; shared secrets, feelings, decisions, house... The girl that he would do whatever it took to keep by his side, the girl he would wait for a thousand years and more. 

The man kept his eyes trained on her dancing frame, the swaying of her hips as the slow song continued, ever so slightly, in the hot kitchen. Her feet moving from one position to another, toying with the tiles, never stepping on the lines, her hands wrapped around herself as she pretended she was dancing with someone - he could only hope it was him -, her head falling back in a giggle every now and then. 

She seemed so pure, so untroubled that he didn’t have the heart in him to walk up to her and disrupt her moment of blissful happiness, even when all he wanted to do was to join her. So he just watched. Watched as she danced and prepared whatever she was cooking, her back always turned to him, completely neglecting the fact that she was being observed, lost in her own world that consisted of Jaehyun and nothing else.

The song changed into another one, the type never really changing, the same soothing, calming beat coming from the speakers, but this time the choice caught his attention, his ears perking up when he heard her singing along in a slightly off-key tone, not caring about anything. And he loved that. He loved that she didn’t have the perfect kind of voice, he loved that she would try to tone the song down on her own and he loved that she didn’t care at all when she went too high-pitched or her voice wouldn’t come out. She would shrug and say that she was a bad singer, but she sang emotionally. And that she did. She could sometimes put too much emotion, dragging a smile out of him. 

And as much as he had tried to restrain himself from making his presence known, he couldn’t help the steps he took into the kitchen as he noticed the chorus coming back, his arms reaching out for her ever so slowly, hands resting on her waist as he feels her jump slightly by his surprising touch, her heartbeat calming down a little when she realized it was him, his nose snuggling into her neck, breathing in her scent, his lips skimming her skin and placing a soft kiss to the point where it connected to her shoulders.

Y/N smiled, her eyes closed as she tilted her head back, leaning her whole body against Jaehyun’s in sweet surrender, her movements never stopping, making him dance along with her. She never faltered, not even when she felt his hands sliding across her body, gripping her more tightly and turning her into his arms, her palms pressed against his chest as he smiled down at her, a lingering kiss pressed to her forehead as he, too, sang along to the music, both of them looking into each other’s eyes, lost in the sea of emotions and unsaid words, mirroring their movements unconsciously, voices dropping low as the singing from the computer grew louder, the voice of the singer lulling them into a deep trance.

It wasn’t something new, that complicity between the two of them, but there was something in the air that night. Maybe it was the time of the year, that made everyone feel things with more intensity, maybe it was the silence in the house, the whole mood they seemed to create without even meaning to. Whatever it was, Jaehyun could feel his heart beating faster, his hands feeling clammy around her waist and a hundred thousand butterflies dancing around in his stomach. 

He could feel his breath start to get a bit labored every time he looked at their faint reflection in the window, the way they seemed to be made for each other, the way she had her head pressed against his chest. And she looked beautiful in the dim light as the snow fell outside, white dots of ice covering the windowsill.

As if noticing his trembling hands, Y/N tilted her head up, her eyes finding Jaehyun’s once again, a genuine smile adorning their faces as the chorus repeats one more time. 

“I know... I’ll never... Love this way again,” they both mumbled at each other, their smiles growing wider as they keep swaying from side to side as the music faded out leaving them in the most complete silence.

In the cozy atmosphere of the kitchen, with some sparing white light coming from the outside through the nearly covered in snow window, their breaths mingled, their bodies still pressed against one another, another music playing in the background being completely neglected by them. 

There was only the two of them and their beating hearts. 

Jaehyun, as he always did when those moments showed, took the time to admire Y/N again, from closer now. The way her eyes twinkled under the light, how her head reached up to the base of his shoulders, making him tower over her in the most protective way, her hair tickling his chin slightly, something he would always enjoy, something he always missed when he wasn’t around. He could feel her hands grasping the back of his shirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric with no concern, pulling him closer to her, warmth spreading through them.

“You’re home early,” Y/N was the first to speak, her voice a low whisper not wanting to break the mood they had created snapping him out of his thoughts, a smile coming to place itself over his face at the sound of her soft tone.

“Didn’t I tell you?” he whispered back, his hands running from her waist to her back in a soothing way, his breath fanning down her head. “I’ve got a Christmas Eve dinner I can’t miss.”

The girl laughed lowly, reaching on the tip of her toes to plant a short kiss on his lips, the man wanting it to last longer than it had, puckering his lips as she pulled away from him, her back once again turned as she made her way to the oven to check the food she had been preparing before he interrupted her. 

And it was then that he realized that he didn’t want those moments to end. If he could, he wanted to go back home to see her every night. But before he could say anything, before he could move, she had walked up to him again, her eyes twinkling in a mischievous way, her hands behind her back as she rocked herself back and forth on the ball of her feet, lips closed tight as if preventing herself from giving anything away.

“What?” He bemused trying to contain his own smile at the sight of the girl in front of him. He could tell she was trying really hard to not tell him something, trying to not ruin it by saying something too hurriedly. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” she let out, her smile widening as she stared at his confused face, the freckles more evident in that shade of light. Her heart was tampering, beating wildly as she waited for his reaction, telling her to go on. It was hard. She had practiced it so many times and yet she couldn’t do it. It was always harder when it was actually happening.

“Oh my God, baby, you’re making me so curious,” he laughed, his hair falling into his eyes as he nodded his head at her.

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes studying every little bit of emotion on his face, paying attention to the slight change he could have as she finally smiled, her eyes turning to her hands as she slowly, but surely, lifted a small piece of paper to his eye level, a black and white grainy image taking over his field of vision once and for all, her hands shaking a little bit as she waited for his reaction, his realization to what she had just announced.

It didn’t come in an outburst as she thought it would. It took awhile for Jaehyun to realize what was going on. He looked at the piece of paper in her hands, his eyes scanning the image as he tried to make sense of what was going on, his brain in overdrive not fully understanding the meaning of it. All he could see was the expectant look on her face, her eyes dancing from him to the piece of paper she was holding, growing anxious as the seconds ticked by. 

Jaehyun’s eye finally fixed in the image she was holding, his hands slowly reaching for it to examine it closer, a few tiny letters in the side, something he couldn’t read properly, but his brain didn’t pay attention to it, more focused on what was circled in the center of the black and gray picture, trying to finally see what was being shown to him.

And it was like a brick hit him in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs as he wheezed and blinked furiously, his hands shaking a little bit, his feet faltering, stumbling backwards until the back of his knees hit a chair and he fell into it, eyes wide open staring at the scanned image in his hands, mouth slightly open. 

From her place, Y/N watched as the realization came into his features, shock written all over it and she started doubting everything she had ever hoped. Maybe he didn’t want that, maybe it was too soon, she shouldn’t have done that, she shouldn’t - 

Her negative thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the chair scraping against the tiles, the taller man walking up to her hurriedly, holding her face in his hands with the biggest smile she had ever seen on him, his eyes shining with a few unshed tears, something she didn’t think she would see when she delivered the big news.

“You’re not messing with me, right?” His touch was gentle, his words pleading her to tell him the truth, to confirm it was all real and not some kind of dream or joke. He wanted it to be real, he wanted it to happen and she could see it by the way he was holding her, firmly and yet caring, pouring every single emotion he was feeling, letting her know that he was in.

She shook her head, suddenly too overwhelmed by his reaction to say anything, feeling the tears start to pool in her eyes as she watched him kneel down and hug her waist in the most loving way, kissing her barely-there bump a few times, whispering sweet nothings to it as she played with his soft hair, running her hand through it, a small laugh escaping her every now and then. He looked up at her, a few tears now streaming down her face slowly.

“Oh my God, baby, you’re gonna make me cry,” he chuckled through a small sob, one of his hands finally letting go of the grip he had on her and watching as she smiled through the happy tears. “We’re gonna have a baby!”

Y/N nodded once again, feeling as her feet lifted up from the ground and her body spun around. She couldn’t hold back the giggles that erupted from her lips. 

It was simple, it was perfect, much like everything they had lived for the past couple of years, much like they wanted the rest of their lives to be.

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DEAR.M Episode 5

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Growing Cold - Jeong Jaehyun [Chapter 2]

A/N: Aah, I know this should have been up sooner, but everything has been a little bit chaotic around here. I’m still bummed Tumblr did me dirty and didn’t add the first chapter to the tags, but on well, what can we do, right? Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Taglist: @fubsyy ​, @mkjeongd-blog ​, @nominsgirl ​, @baehaechannie

Navigation: Growing Cold Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter 3

November 2018

As the days went by and things went back to their normal course, there was one thing that didn’t seem to change: the fact that Y/N and Jaehyun could be seen together almost every day now.  

It was no surprise to anyone, of course, as they have admitted they were friends, but what no one could ignore was that there was something different about them, some kind of unspoken feeling that didn’t seem so noticeable before.  

They were always wearing smiles in public, despite how many people swarmed over them to take pictures, their bodies were closer to each other and their hands slightly touching and brushing against one another more often than not. To the whole world, it could mean nothing, but to teenage magazines and fangirls, it could be the information they all needed to start the rumors.  

After what seemed to be a long and agonizing day, all Y/N wanted was to just cease all communication with the world and head home, get in the bathtub and have a long and relaxing bubble bath as she tried to get her mind off of all the things that had been told her that day, all the dates, names and meetings she had to memorize. And while there was nothing more than the feeling of having a good rest on her mind, there was one more thing she had to do, but it could never be considered a job for her.

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can i get a gym date (basically he dragged you to come with him) with jae and some random guy tried helping you with the weights who's lowkey trying to hit on y/n pls thanksss

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Sorry, but I just have one here kind of like that, but there is a girl being all over Jae. I couldn't come up with anything, at least now, because this one is kind of recent. Hope you enjoy it!

#anon #anon ask #nct 127 fanfic #jaehyun smut

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Growing Cold - Jeong Jaehyun [Chapter 2]

A/N: Aah, I know this should have been up sooner, but everything has been a little bit chaotic around here. I’m still bummed Tumblr did me dirty and didn’t add the first chapter to the tags, but on well, what can we do, right? Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Taglist: @fubsyy ​, @mkjeongd-blog ​, @nominsgirl ​, @baehaechannie

Navigation: Growing Cold Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter 3

November 2018

As the days went by and things went back to their normal course, there was one thing that didn’t seem to change: the fact that Y/N and Jaehyun could be seen together almost every day now.  

It was no surprise to anyone, of course, as they have admitted they were friends, but what no one could ignore was that there was something different about them, some kind of unspoken feeling that didn’t seem so noticeable before.  

They were always wearing smiles in public, despite how many people swarmed over them to take pictures, their bodies were closer to each other and their hands slightly touching and brushing against one another more often than not. To the whole world, it could mean nothing, but to teenage magazines and fangirls, it could be the information they all needed to start the rumors.  

After what seemed to be a long and agonizing day, all Y/N wanted was to just cease all communication with the world and head home, get in the bathtub and have a long and relaxing bubble bath as she tried to get her mind off of all the things that had been told her that day, all the dates, names and meetings she had to memorize. And while there was nothing more than the feeling of having a good rest on her mind, there was one more thing she had to do, but it could never be considered a job for her.

The door to the small coffee shop was pushed open and in went a heavily dressed Hana, a gush of air following her as the journalist scanned the place in search for her best friend. Shrugging the coat out of her shoulders, Hana made her way towards one of the tables in the back, her eyes keeping contact with the girl sitting there as she sipped on her latte carefully, blowing some of the hotness away before she could put the cup to her lips again.  

“I swear I’ll never get over this cold,” the girl said when she finally reached her friend, her coat now hanging in the back of the chair as she plopped herself down ungracefully, her feet kicking the table legs. “It doesn’t matter how long I live here. I just can’t.”

Y/N chuckled lightly, her hand pushing a cup of hot chocolate towards the brunette, her eyes rolling as she watched the journalist shake the gloves out of her hands and hug the warm cup as if all the warmth in her body depended on it. The temperature had dropped significantly that day, something no one was expecting in the late days of October, but by the way Hana was behaving, it almost felt like they were leaving in the new glacial era. Y/N knew her friend wasn’t keen on the cold and her core temperature must have been a little higher than most people, but she was being a little bit too much.

The model shook her head and sipped on her latte one more time, a smile never leaving her face as she watched her best friend straighten up her back and take a deep breath as she felt herself getting warmed up by the hot drink going down her throat.

“As much as I would love to spend the rest of my evening with you,” Y/N started, her fingers drumming against the plastic cup she had been holding. “I know this is not a friendly meeting, Nana,” she smiled. “Your bosses want something, right?”

Hana chocked on her drink, her eyes tearing up as she coughed and tried to regain the breath she had lost, her right hand hitting against her chest in a feeble attempt of getting better sooner.  

She knew Y/N would have guessed something of the sorts and she wasn’t wrong, but the fact that she had been so open about it like there was no other possibility for their meeting had caught her by surprise. Maybe Hana wasn’t so smooth about it as she had thought.  

“I know you, Nana,” Y/N giggled, her hand reaching across the table and touching her friend’s arm in a reassuring way. “It’s not like I think you’re using our friendship, come on. I just know you had an ulterior reason to be here today. I don’t blame you.”

The journalist took a deep breath, a small apologetic smile on her face as she turned her head to her best friend. There was no point in lying to her, not after everything they had been through, not after all the years they had known each other. If there was anyone she could always come out and be honest with, it was Y/N Y/L/N, and she knew it.

Her job required her nagging and digging the dirty of the celebrities, mainly the ones that had their fanbase composed majority of teenagers and young adults. Unfortunately, it included Y/N and both girls knew what they were up to when they signed up for the lifestyle they had chosen.

“Ok, here’s the thing,” Nana started, her body leaning over the table as if she was about to tell a secret, her voice dropping significantly low. “There have been some pictures of you and Jae going around for the past few weeks and everyone is going nuts. You won’t believe how these people think your life is their business,” she rolled her eyes.

“I think I know how it is,” Y/N smirked, her cup raising as if in a toast.

“No, you don’t. It’s so much more than you can imagine,” Hana shuddered. “Anyways, the fact is: they won’t stop until they figure it all out and while I’m here to, officially, get something out of you, I’m also here as your best friend to alert you there are some reporters that are trying to trick the both of you into admitting it. I don’t know how it’s gonna go, but it’s gonna happen.”

Y/N took a deep breath. She couldn’t understand why those people were so invested in her life, why they wanted to know so desperately whether she was dating Jaehyun or not. She didn’t have the answer to that question herself. It was a complicated thing that neither of them had addressed yet and while it seemed like things had escalated for the past few weeks, no one had said anything about it being official or not.  

All the circus the media had been planning around her life certainly didn’t help it and the fact that Hana was there to tell her that meant that they were really interested in what’s happening.  

It wasn’t like they had anything else to do, right? Not like there were far worse problems in the world. What had happened to people being free to do whatever they wanted to without being judged? It had never applied to her or anyone else in the same position as her.

“I’ll tell them nothing’s going on, of course,” Hana said interrupting the girl’s thoughts. “I mean, I would never tell them anything you don’t want me to, Y/N/N, and you know that. I just had to come here and act as if I was doing my job so they wouldn’t get suspicious.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes still not focused on the girl in front of her. “It’s not like I would know what to tell you, Nana,” she sighed.  

The tone of defeat was evident in her voice, something Hana had never seen before. Y/N had always been so bubbly and happy, taking things as they went and never thinking too much about it. That’s how she had ended up in that kind of relationship with Jaehyun in the first place.

Upon seeing her best friend so lost and her eyes still not focusing on her, Hana knew that there was something going through Y/N’s mind, something she hadn’t let out yet and it was consuming her.  

“What happened?” The journalist pressed, her hand reaching for her best friend’s, squeezing it tightly in a soothing way of saying she could open up and tell her.

Y/N took a deep breath before looking at the girl she had known for almost all her life. There was something pressing on her chest, something she couldn’t quite tell what it was, something she felt changing in the past few weeks, but she couldn’t understand it.

“Y/N/N, I know something is up, so if you feel like you can’t tell me, to the hell with it. You know you can trust me. You know I’m here for you whatever it is.”

“I don’t know what it is,” she finally admitted, her eyes looking lost in thought as she shook her head. “I don’t know, Nana. I just feel like I’m completely lost in my emotions. It’s all over the place and there’s this agonizing pressure in my chest as if someone was trying to prevent the air from entering my lungs. And it’s all gone whenever I’m with Jaehyun, ok? It’s like I can breathe properly, like the day is so much brighter and the skies are suddenly blue. I smile a lot more, everything is beautiful. And I hate it. Oh God, how I hate it.”

There was a moment of silence before Hana looked at the girl, her eyes burning into the side of Y/N’s face, trying to keep her façade for a little bit longer, but it was impossible. That was when the laughter came out of the journalist, her mouth opening in a fit of giggles escaping from her throat.

Y/N looked at her in bewilderment. She had just told her everything that had been going on with her, all the weird stuff she had been feeling and that was how Hana would react? Laughing loudly at her while dozens of people stared at them? Some best friend she had gotten.

After what felt like an eternity, and several attempts of shushing the brunette down, she finally came out of her stupor, her eyes tearing up a little bit at the sides, her breathing erratic and her fingers a little shaky as she tried to wipe some of the tears that had managed to escape.  

“Oh my God, Y/N/N, I love you to death, but damn, you’re so thick sometimes,” was the first thing to come out of her mouth as soon as she regained the ability to speak. The look of confusion the model gave her had her shaking her head one more time. “You like him!” She explained.

“Of course, I do!” Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think we’re way past that now, Nana.”

“No, no,” Hana interrupted her. “You don’t get it. Of course you like him, you’ve been friends for years. What I mean is... You like like him. You’re in love with him, Y/N, and it’s so obvious, so goddamned obvious and you don’t see it.”

Whatever it was that Y/N thought was happening to her, it wasn’t it. How could she have been so oblivious to the way she felt about Jaehyun? How could she reach the point in her life that she couldn’t recognize what she was feeling?

The realization of her new found emotions for Jaehyun was just too much. How could she fall in love with him? How could it have happened out of nowhere?  

“Stop laughing!” Y/N screeched, her hands now covering her face as she shook her head non-stop. When had it happened? “It’s not funny.”

“Well, I think it’s hilarious,” Hana admitted, her hands folding in front of her chest as she watched the girl in front of her scan her brain for signs of it happening before. “I love the fact that you’re so deep into this guy that you didn’t even see yourself falling for him. Can’t blame you, though. He is gorgeous and super sexy. Not to mention the fact that he’s fun.”

“Hana! We’re having a serious conversation here. Can you please concentrate?”

“Ok, ok,” she took a deep breath. “I’m here for you now.”

“When the hell did it happen?”

That was the only thing that was on Y/N’s mind at that moment. She wasn’t going to spend her time trying to prove Hana wrong, she wasn’t going to come up with excuses as to why she was acting that way. It was true. She had fallen for him without realizing it, she had let all her guards down the first minute she met him and it was only obvious that it had happened. But why now? Why after so much time? Why when she felt like she couldn’t say anything without ruining whatever they had?

“I don’t know,” Hana said. “You tell me. When did it happen?”

If Y/N were to be totally true to herself, she would say it had happened the moment she met him, the moment she walked into the party Johnny was having and saw him in the back of the room, his head thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he laughed at whatever his friends had told him. He looked so genuine and out of worries, his face scrunching up in the most adorable way whenever he smiled or laughed. His voice carried away and entered her ears and she thought she could hear him talking for days on end, not once growing tired of listening to him.

She wasn’t going to lie. That was one of the main reasons she walked up to him, her breath caught in the back of her throat, when he was in the kitchen pouring a ridiculous amount of vodka in his cup. She knew it was wrong, she knew she had a boyfriend and most likely he had a girlfriend either. There was no way such a guy was single. But they hit it off so innocently, bonding over small things they had in common and from then on, they could never stop talking to one another.  

Maybe she always had second intentions, her subconscious already knowing they would get along so much and eventually fall in love, but it had forgotten to warn her. Everything seemed so natural and light-hearted when it came to Jaehyun that she never saw it coming and now that it had exploded right in front of her face, she didn’t know what to do.  

“To be honest?” She whispered. “I think it was always there, but it only came to light a couple of weeks ago.”

The inquisitive look on Hana’s face was all it took for Y/N to sigh and shake her head. It was time to explain what had happened that day in Itaewon...  

The party had died down already when Y/N took a seat next to Jaehyun on the couch, his arm lazily draping around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him, a drunk smile on his face as he stared at her.  

“Hey, beautiful,” he said in a low voice, his eyes piercing into hers as she stared right back at him, a small smile on her face as she took in his appearance. He seemed a little bit agitated on the car like his mind was running a million miles per hour and he couldn’t focus, but now, seeing him chatting with his friends, seeing him laugh, drink and relax, she felt like he was finally himself and all his worries had vanished. “I missed you,” he blurted out.

Y/N bit her lower lip, holding the smile that seemed to live in her face ever since they walked into the party. Everything had been different that night, with them being able to act as if no one was seeing them, all the lies and acts put aside.  

Jaehyun’s friend had been nothing but nice to her, making her feel like she belonged, including her in every conversation they were having, telling her stories of a younger Jaehyun that she didn’t know yet only to have him rolling her eyes at them and pulling her closer to him, whispering how he would kill them into her ear, only to have her laugh at him and shake her head. It wasn’t like the public moments they had had, it felt like they were back in her apartment, and no one could see them. She liked it.

“I was just in the kitchen,” she smiled, her left hand intertwining with the one of his that was hanging on her shoulder, their fingers knitting together expertly like they were supposed to stay that way.  

“Well, it took you too long,” he whispered bringing his head closer to hers, their foreheads touching, noses bumping slightly. “You’re not leaving my sight again.”

The girl smiled at him, her lips coming dangerously close to his this time, a small breath escaping her before she connected their mouths in a small kiss, her lips unmoving over his, the smile still present.  

“Is that a promise?” She breathed out.

But before Jaehyun could say anything, before he could let go of the cup he had been holding on his right hand, someone else beat him to it and clasped their hand on his, pulling him up the couch, a smirk on their face as they stared at the moment they interrupted.  

“Come on, Jae, you were picked to start it,” the guy said, his hand passing a microphone to a dazed and confused Jaehyun, his hands holding the object out of reflection.  

The singer looked around trying to understand what was going on, the smile on Y/N’s lips widening as she saw what was about to happen.

“If any of you put A Whole New World, I’ll love you forever,” the girl announced, the look of betrayal now clear on Jaehyun’s face as he looked at her shaking his head.  

“If any of you do it, I’ll kill you,” he threatened, his voice slurring a little bit, not carrying any danger, and gave a pointed look at a giggling Y/N, telling her she would regret it later.

“Come on, Jaehyun,” one of the girls shouted from the back. “Do as your girl pleases. Woo her with your amazing vocals.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes at all the remarks, his head shaking as he turned to the screen and typed the song he was looking for. There was no way he was going to give them the pleasure of singing what they wanted. Instead, before anyone could interrupt him, he turned to Y/N and winked, the first accords of the guitar resonating through the sound system and instantly entering her brain, her eyes widening as she recognized just what song he had picked.

“That’s right,” he said in a smug way when everyone saw the look on the girl’s face. “I know exactly what my girlfriend likes.”

She heard it. She heard the word he had said and didn’t feel like correcting him. There was something about the way it rolled out of his tongue and entered her ears that felt perfectly normal, as if he was meant to direct that word to her, to call her that. And she liked it quite a lot and hoped to God that the fact that he was drunk didn’t mean anything, that he still wanted to address her like that when he was sober.  

As soon as the first words to the song started, her attention went back to the music and the tall brunette standing in front of her, the lyrics rolling out of his tongue with expertise as he had listened to it countless times before singing it to her. Maybe it was true for the number of times she had played it in the car when they were driving with no destination. Maybe he chose it because she liked it and it didn’t mean anything, but as soon as he looked into her eyes and sang her most favorite part, she prayed it wasn’t the case.  

She wanted it to be real, she wanted him to tell her exactly what he was singing, she wanted him to fall in love with her. And there was a small possibility that he already was, but she couldn’t be certain without talking to him first. And that scared her a lot.

“So, he sang How Deep is Your Love while his friends were there, and you still don’t know if he feels the same way about you?” Hana blurted out, having been quiet for far too long after listening to the story Y/N had just told her.  

“Well, it’s just a song,” the model defended herself.

“It’s just your favorite song from your favorite band, one that goes on and on about how a guy feels about a girl and how every little thing that he does shows how much he loves her, and he asks how much she loves him, Y/N! Are you really that oblivious or are you doing that to annoy me?”

Y/N looked at her friend for a few seconds before sighing, her head falling against the table as she thought about how stupid she had been in the first place. She couldn’t understand how she hadn't seen it all before, how she had left it all slip through her fingers. Thankfully, not too late, but that was a wild guess.

“Ok, here’s what you’re gonna do.” Hana started. She wasn’t going to sit around and not say anything anymore. “You’re gonna go home and think about everything. Reevaluate this relationship of yours and conclude: do you want more? You don’t need to tell me, but you gotta stop playing tricks on yourself, Y/N/N. You love him and it’s pretty obvious he loves you too. Shouldn’t you all stop pretending there aren’t any deeper feelings and just admit it to yourselves?”

Everything Hana had said that day hadn’t left Y/N’s mind for a second.  All she had done ever since their conversation was think and think a little bit more about everything she had been living, trying to see if her feelings for Jaehyun were real or not and the conclusion she had gotten to was that they, indeed, were.

There wasn’t a single moment she didn’t wish they could be together, even if just sprawled on the couch and watching a movie. She didn’t care if he were too exhausted to do anything, she just wanted to be able to feel his presence around her, to feel his strong arms wrapping around her and cradling her into his chest. She wanted to hear the faint thud of his heart beating against his chest, feel his hands running through her back.

Y/N often found herself staring at Jaehyun’s face, admiring the small speckles of color he had across his face depending on the light, the way his beard failed to grow in some spaces whenever he was too lazy to shave, the way his lips seemed to protrude a little bit, how his eyes would change colors when directly in the sun, going from a deep chocolate color to a rich whiskey-color.

But addressing her feelings, letting them be known was something completely different. She had admitted it to herself and that was a huge step, one that shouldn’t be taken so close to the end of the year, when everything seemed so much hectic.  

So that was it. She was going to listen to what had told her. Go home, prepare herself a much needed bubble bath and let her mind do some more thinking. She already knew how she felt. She needed to know if she was going to give her heart a chance and tell Jaehyun everything.

Y/N wasn’t scared of being rejected. It had happened so many times before that she was no stranger the feeling. However, the mere thought of not being able to be close to the black haired man made a lump form in her throat and a sickening feeling to her stomach. Would she ever be able to do it?

And, as if reading everything that was going through her mind, Hana tapped her friend’s hand lightly and smiled reassuringly at her.

“You worry too much Y/N/N.” She said quietly. “You two have been head over heels for each other in a long while. We have discussed it.”

As much as Hana’s words had been innocent, Y/N couldn’t help but squint her eyes.

“No, we haven’t. This is the first time we ever talk about it, Nana.”

The journalist smiled nonchalantly and shrugged, dismissing everything.

“Well, as much as I would love to keep this conversation and knock some more sense into you,” She started. “I have to go. Gotta run some errands, tell my boss you were of no help and sink into a fake self-pity as I beg him for any other kind of job.”

Y/N laughed and shook his head. Hadn’t she known Hana for so many years, she would have believed the girl was really that discontented with her job.  

“I’ll see you over the weekend?”

“I think so. If I don’t get swamped over work...”

The model rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. It always seemed like Hana had the worst schedule.

“You gotta take a few days off, I’m telling you. They keep you trapped over there.”

Now that was something they had already discussed before. Hana was the type of girl who didn’t know when she had to stop working. For as long as Y/N could remember, her best friend had always given 150% of herself at whatever she did.  

The down side was that she never knew when to take a break and rest. Had it not been for Y/N, Hana would have probably worked more hours than anyone else.  

“This is fine,” she sighed. “It’s not like I have much going on either way. You, my friend, go to photoshoots and record commercials. I write about you.”

Y/N laughed.  

“Then consider it your vacations. I don’t have any public schedule until the start of the year. You can have your free time. See you on the weekend!”

But before Hana could say anything else, her phone started ringing. With a roll of her eyes and a pointed look to her best friend, she mouthed a tired “see?”, waved her goodbye and left the café before answering it with a roll of eyes.

Watching from the chair, Y/N smiled and shook her head. Hana was always the first one to tell her what to do about her love life while completely neglecting hers. The model had insisted on introducing some friends to her over and over again, but to no avail.  

Taking the last sip of her latte, Y/N got up and adjusted her knitted oversized jump. She had some thinking to do.

~*~

December 2018

When Y/N opened the front door of her apartment that December evening, she didn’t expect to be engulfed in the warm air that hit her face, or the smell of something she couldn’t quite detect in the oven, even less the candlelit lights that seemed to enlighten the room.

Delicately, she stepped into the living room, her eyes trying to adjust to the low glow of the fire coming from the candles scattered around the place, her purse thrown into the couch as she adjusted her slippers.  

She wasn’t worried about what could be happening at her own place, as she was certain it had something to do with the mop of brown hair running around her kitchen, his hands holding a pan carefully enough to not drop it. She didn’t know, however, what he had planned.

Her steps, light enough to not be heard, led her to the kitchen, stopping right under the threshold, her shoulder leaning against it as she watched the man maneuver his way around, always securing everything with his two hands before letting it go silently on her counter.  

The smell coming from the oven was delicious, her mouth salivating at the thought of the homemade meal she was about to get that night. It was nice watching him feeling so comfortable around her kitchen, knowing exactly where everything was and where he should reach as if he was part of the house.  

Y/N had concluded that she could keep looking at him for days and never get tired of it. There was something about him that made her entice, under his spell and it was very much likely because she was in love with him. There was no denying.

Jaehyun had already noticed her standing there, her eyes glued to his figure as he tried his best to not spill anything on her white tiles. He liked the attention he was getting, her gaze on him causing a warm sensation to spread across his chest.  

Setting the final pan aside, Jaehyun turned to the girl and smiled, his arms crossed in front of him as he waited for her to snap out of her daze, a smirk playing on his lips when she shook her head at him.

“Don’t say a word,” she warned, her index finger pointed at him as she made her way to where he was.  

“I wasn’t planning to,” he said back, pushing the girl against his chest and closing his arms around her, kissing her plump lips before any of them could do anything else.

Y/N didn’t know if it was because of her feelings, but there was something else in this kiss. It was simple and short-lived, but she could feel he was trying to say something, with the way his lips lingered a little bit longer on hers and his hands grasped her sides tightly.

“Hi,” he said when he pulled back, their faces still close enough so he could feel her breath fanning against his skin.  

“Hi,” she smiled, arms circling around his neck, her fingers playing with the small hairs he had in a soothing way, his eyes shutting close at the feeling. “Didn’t know we had planned something.”

“We didn’t,” he shrugged, his eyes boring into hers, his tongue darting out of his lips and running over it. “Just thought it would be nice since you’re leaving tomorrow and won’t be back until after the holidays.”

A wider smile spread on her face at that moment. All the doubts she thought she could have had suddenly disappeared and there was only Jaehyun now. The rain clouds had dissipated.

“And that’s when you leave sir, so tell me… How is that fair that I can’t retribute the favor?”

“Who said you couldn’t?”

And it was seeing him there, standing in the middle of her kitchen with his arms around her, his eyes piercing right into her soul, that she knew she had to tell him everything. She knew that it was never one-sided.  

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[yoon-oh-what-i-deserve]

ok now I'm scared. it's the angst. omg so that's an angsty scene nauurrrrrrrr

Oh no. Hahaha I didn't mean it that way. It's just that, at least to me, there is another scene that is fluffier. 😂

Don't worry. No angst in this chapter.

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[yoon-oh-what-i-deserve]

it's only the preview and i can sense the toe curling fluff. you write so beautifully i just want to go reflect on my empty dating life. you make me want to download bumble again 😩

OMG, trust me that isn't the most toe curling fluff moment and I just wanna die. 😭

I have no words to thank you for your message, really! And totally understand your pain, cause shit man... where can I find someone like that? 🥲