You don't know, babe. When you hold me and kiss me slowly, it's the sweetest thing
(우진) j.wj x fem!reader
☆ petnames . soft woojin . cuddles . kisses .
IN WHICH — Your boyfriend came over to accompany you during a stressful month, but he ended up being a distraction instead.
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906 —Fluff.
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It was a cozy night.
The cold breeze flowed through the slightly opened window. It was an additional comfort for you, who was slowly falling asleep at your desk.
The room was quiet, except for the sound of the busy city outside. Woojin was coming over to your place, accompanying you through your stressful month, as he said. It was the end of the semester, so your head was constantly in the books, trying to get the contents into your mind so you could pass.
Papers were scattered on your desk –each paper was filled with highlights and correction tape. Your fingers were working on auto, clicking on the keyboard with minimal flaw despite your tired eyes.
Woojin was lying on your bed, bored out of his mind. It’s been hours since he arrived, and neither of you has done anything. Well, you were doing something, something that cannot be interrupted.
But, oh well… Woojin needed that attention ASAP.
He swiftly got up and made his way to you, massaging your shoulder as he inspected the screen full of words that are probably not in his dictionary.
“Hey, you’ve been on that screen for hours, baby”
He softly said while still massaging your shoulder –it eased your tense body immediately, sending a soft, contented sigh out of you.
“C’mon, I think you should rest for a moment.”
He continued. His arms engulfed your body as he placed his head on the crook of your neck.
“I’m almost done, Woo.”
He whined after you said that. You had been saying that same sentence every time Woojin asked you –who knows how many times you have said it- and it truly bothered your bored boyfriend.
“Stop that.” He groaned.
“I promise, this time I’m almost done for real.” You put up two fingers as a peace sign and a promise.
Woojin didn’t respond after that –there was no way of stopping you. After all, he did come over to be a support, not a distraction.
He found himself playing with your hair, feeling the soft strands on his fingertips, combing through them with his fingers before an image of your hair braided popped up in his mind –you looked so beautiful when your hair was braided neatly, or even messily.
So, his fingers moved to section your hair. He tried to remember what you’d taught him as his hands worked with your hair hesitantly.
You noticed what he was trying to do, chuckling before turning your head slightly to look at your boyfriend.
“What are you doing?” You questioned.
“I’m braiding your hair. Trying at least…”
You laughed when he repositioned your head to look forward, then he continued to twist your hair in a specific pattern.
You continued what you were doing on your computer, letting him do whatever he pleased with your hair. But as time passed, Woojin had yet to finish braiding your hair, but you couldn’t complain since it was actually comforting. The slow and deliberate movements of his fingers made you sleepier each second.
Woojin noticed how you stopped typing whatever you were typing on the keyboard –your head was slightly lowered as your eyes got hazy.
“Finally tired?”
He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hands were still holding your hair, but it had stopped braiding a while ago when you yawned for the first time.
“I… really have to finish this…”
Your voice was small as you forced your mind to keep on working and finish the assignments. The deadline was in two days –you didn’t know when you would finish it if not now.
“Whatever you say, princess.”
He chuckled as he said that, then he continued to braid your hair –this time, he intentionally moved slower, making sure you felt the softness in his touch.
And unsurprisingly, it worked. Your fingers once again stopped moving –your head was hanging a little.
“Alright, no more of that.”
He said as he tied your braided hair with a hair tie, then he cupped your jaw to make your sleepy eyes look at him.
“You’re going to sleep.”
You didn’t even have the time to reply before he casually lifted your body –your arms found their way around his neck as your feet interlocked with each other around his hips. Your head felt heavy, so you dropped it on his shoulder.
He placed you on your bed, then covered you with the soft blanket before he turned off every light in your room.
Once he climbed on the bed and lay next to you, he immediately engulfed your figure in a cuddle. You snuck closer to him, burying your face in his chest as you inhaled his scent –your favorite scent of all time.
You looked up at him, who was already looking at you with a soft smile.
“I’m so sleepy.” You mumbled.
Your boyfriend chuckled –the slight vibration on his chest pulled you deeper into sleep. Your eyes kept fluttering open. You were trying to keep yourself awake while your body wanted you to shut off completely.
Woojin kissed your eyelids before trailing kisses down to your lips.
“Get some sleep, baby”
And that was your cue to let yourself succumb to sleep.
Woojin ended up being a distraction, but it was for the better. He is not letting you tire yourself out over all of those assignments. In the end, he is a great supporter.
(엄성현) e.sh x fem!reader
☆ making out .
IN WHICH — A restless night turned into a restless guessing game with your needy boyfriend.
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1k — Fluff.
It was a rainy night. The group had just finished a photoshoot when it rained. Everyone was huddled together in the living room drinking hot chocolate while watching a slasher movie.
Seonghyeon was sitting beside you, covered in a giant blanket while holding your arms, hugging it like his pillow –well, you are his personal pillow.
“This movie is lame.”
He whispered so you were the only one who could hear.
You chuckled. You know he can get bored easily.
“Should we head to bed first?”
“Can I sleep over at your room?”
His eyes lit up as he asked that question, earning a slight eyebrow raise from you.
You were thinking about it –it is a very cozy night to be huddled together with your boyfriend all night long, wasn’t it? But then you remembered tomorrow’s schedule –you’ll all need to wake up early –and knowing Seonghyeon, he would not let you sleep that easily, especially when he’s this needy.
“Nope.”
You said, shaking your head as you slowly stood up, uncovering yourself from the thick blanket.
“C’mooonn.”
He tugged your arm.
The members looked at the two of you with an irritation visible on their faces.
“Ugh. If y’all want to be all lovey-dovey, don’t do it here. Get a room, you two.”
Martin groaned, while the other hummed in agreement.
“Okay. Goodnight Y’all!”
Seonghyeon cheered, pushing your body in the direction of your room, leaving the rest of the members, whose faces were still scrunched in disgust.
In your room, the two of you were already huddled up on your bed.
Neither of you had found the feeling of sleepiness yet, but you were trying to let sleep consume you –your eyes were closed as your breathing slowed down, finding its own calming rhythm. While beside you, Seonghyeon couldn’t seem to find his peace –he kept on changing position while somehow still managing to hold your figure in his arms.
And because of that, you also couldn’t find your peace.
“What’s wrong, Hyeonnie?”
You asked. Your voice was low and coarse from the dryness in your throat.
“It’s nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He assured you, caressing your hair as he pulled you in deeper into his embrace.
The voices from the living room had quieted down, a sign that everyone else was already sleeping.
“Should we brush our teeth again?”
“…what?”
That question came out of nowhere –it was just a random thought in his mind that he accidentally blurted out, or maybe intentionally.
“I’m bored, I couldn’t sleep…”
He groaned, finally moving his arms to rub his eyes.
“We’ve brushed our teeth already.”
“I know, but… Can we please do something to tire me out?”
He sat up, throwing the blanket away from both of your bodies.
You also sat up, sighing quietly through your nose as you thought of what to do. While your eyes searched all around your dark room, your eyes caught a significant paper bag –You just remembered you bought a whole lot of flavored chapstick.
And as if on cue, Seonhyeon’s eyes landed on the same bag –he immediately stood up and grabbed it before sitting back on the bed. He rummaged through the bag before pulling out some of the chapstick with excitement in his eyes.
You know where this is going.
“Let’s do that one challenge!”
Of course, that is actually why you bought all of those flavored chapsticks –so you could do the challenge with him someday –you just didn’t expect it to be tonight. But you were more than okay with it. In fact, you were excited.
“Okay, sure. But we’re heading right back to sleep after it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You grabbed the bag from his lap, but before you could even ask him to turn around and pick a flavor, he grabbed the bag from your hand with a sinister smile on his face.
“You’ll be the one guessing.”
“What? But it’s my chapstick.”
You glared at him, and he just shook his head while keeping that deadly smile of his.
“Nuh uh. Now turn around.”
You sighed, eventually turning your body around as he rummaged through the bag, looking for the desired flavor to apply to his lips.
“Okay.”
You turned around to face him again. He was ready, all smiles and giggles too.
You shook your head before slowly reaching your hand out to cup his cheek, then slowly closing the gap in between the two of you, pecking his velvet lips.
“Hmm… Cherry?”
“Nope, try again.”
He closed his eyes, ready for another kiss.
You went in for another peck, just a peck. But when your lips met his, his hands were already on the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as he slowly moved his lips in rhythm with yours.
You giggled into the kiss, clearly caught off guard.
When the two of you pulled back, both of you were out of breath, and you had forgotten the taste of the chapstick on his lips.
“Um, …cherry…?”
You hesitantly answered in a small voice, earning a very attractive chuckle from your boyfriend.
“You’ve guessed that one, baby.”
“…Oh…”
You were suddenly flustered, his eyes burning your whole body.
“Try again?”
You nodded before turning your body around, letting him put on the same chapstick again. When he was done, he immediately pulled you into another kiss, and this time it was much more needy.
And once again you forgot to even remember the taste of the chapstick –all you could feel was his velvety lips colliding with yours as if it were meant to be, like a puzzle being solved. It was satisfying.
Both of you didn’t pull away, clearly in too deep with the kiss and completely forgot about the challenge.
You opened one of your eyes, then your eyes caught a glimpse of the cherry chapstick lying on the mattress –he was cheating, but you couldn’t complain, though. You clearly enjoyed it.
Let’s just say the two of you were the last ones to wake up the next day, with red marks from the cherry chapstick still visible near both of your lips.
If you're gonna do your thing, then don't come back to me.
(趙雨凡) c.yf x fem!reader
☆ alcohol consumption . making out . James cheating on reader . smoking . major character's death .
IN WHICH — He cheated. She left. He begged. Fate answered first.
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2.6k —Angst.
He’s miserable.
He has been standing in front of the same mirror for the past twenty minutes, the same mirror where you would put on some makeup before going out on a date with him –he would watch your reflection from the bed as you paint your face to perfection.
But this time, he only sees his own broken reflection.
Dark circles, chapped lips, tired eyes –he looks pathetic.
You have left him, all alone in this big apartment you used to share. He still remembers clearly the day when you left him, the day when he fucked up big time.
He cheated on you, and there are no excuses.
He cheated on you with another girl he met at the club –fuck, he was so drunk that he didn’t even remember her face –all he could remember was bringing her to this apartment when you were out with your friends. Oh, how fucked up he was when he saw you at the doorway, while he was kissing that prostitute on your bed.
The apartment that was once filled with your scent is now filled with the filthy scent of alcohol and smoke.
He didn’t know how many days it had been since you left him –he was too high to count.
He inhaled the blunt in between his fingers before looking around the room for his phone. He’s going to try again, try to get you back.
He grabbed his phone from under the pillow –his fingers sloppily typed your name before hitting the call button.
Buzz…
Buzz…
For the hundredth time, he’s calling again.
“I swear to god…”
You haven’t been answering his call –you were too… heartbroken.
The audacity of him to do that to you.
You have been staying at your friend’s house for the time being –you’ve also told every one of your friends not to answer any calls from James. You knew he would call everyone when you left him.
Every time he called you, he was either drunk or super high out of his mind. That’s why you’ve been avoiding his calls –you were tired of this bullshit.
Buzz…
Buzz…
Buzz…
You glared at your phone –the screen displayed his name with heart emojis. You sighed, grabbing the phone before hesitantly answering it.
“…Hello?”
Silence…
Then you heard a glass break.
“Fuck…”
Then you heard him –of course… he’s drunk, and that’s probably why he called you. You should’ve known better.
“Okay, fuck off, James.”
You were about to hang up, but his voice stopped you.
“…Wait, wait… Lemme- talk to ya.”
He sounded tired, and most of all, drunk.
“What else is there to talk about?”
“There’s plenty to talk about… please- Y/N come home…”
He was slurring all of his words. This man… He couldn’t even stop his bad habits even when you left him –you thought maybe, just maybe, it’ll teach him a lesson and make him stop. Guess not –he’s just the same as he was before, or maybe worse.
“You’re always like this… Fix yourself before you fix us.”
And with that, you hung up.
The disconnected tone kept playing in his ears, and it felt like another brick had been added to the wall between the two of you.
He lowered the phone, running a hand through his hair before grabbing a handful of it out of frustration.
Looking down at his bare feet, he saw some blood from when he stepped on broken glass –it stung whenever he took another step, but the sting inside of his heart each time you coldly hung up on him is louder than any physical wound.
The next few days were no better than the last.
He was yet in another club with another one of his friends, drinking his consciousness away like it might be his death if he stayed conscious for more than ten minutes.
The truth is, he was scared.
Not scared of being sober, but he was scared to face you while being sober. He thought that being drunk would somehow help him to muster up the words he wanted to tell you.
On the other hand, you hate it when he’s drunk. You hate how he would call you all high and slurred. You thought leaving him was enough to make him realize.
He’s far too lost now.
He was deep in thought, sipping from the glass as he tapped his fingers on the wooden surface of the bar. He was enjoying his peace, drinking away his anxieties before his friend came up to him with two girls trailing behind him.
“Jamie! Meet Soyul and Alex.”
His friend cheerfully introduced the two girls to him, but he was not even paying attention.
Soyul- that girl looked so familiar to him. Her eyes, her hair, her choice of clothes reminded him of someone very dear to him.
She reminded him of you, no… she looked a lot like you.
“Hey, man?”
His friends nudged him –he didn’t realize that he was just silently gawking at that girl.
“Oh, Hi. James.”
He flatly introduced himself, shaking both of the girls' hands.
“So, they’re my friends from high school. Alex here is an exchange student and Soyul-“
His friend just started to ramble about the girls, but James was too focused on Soyul –the way she smiles, the way she laughed is too similar to you.
It was a thin line, you and Soyul. He’s starting to see you in her, the alcohol finally taking him fully because he clearly saw her turning into you right in front of him.
Later that night, James was still in the same spot with another glass in his hand, while his friend was long gone with Alex to who knows where, probably the dance floor.
Soyul?
She was talking to a stranger just across from where James was sitting. He couldn’t help but watch her –her gestures, everything about her was almost the same as you, and it made it impossible not to grab her.
Grab you.
She looked right at him, as if she felt the stares coming from him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, James felt his heart skip a beat –then she took a step closer to him, a step followed by another until she was right in front of him.
At this point, he could only see you.
“What’s wrong?”
You asked him, your voice all soft and calming.
“…What?”
He was dumbfounded, blinking his eyes at the woman in front of him.
Then your hand found his, tugging it as if asking him to let you in.
You were looking deeply into his eyes –a small smile was visible on your face as you led him somewhere.
He followed, trailing behind like some obedient pet following its owner. And that’s just what Soyul wanted.
When she caught her eyes on James, oh, she knew she wanted him. She needed him, and she’d do whatever to get this man wrapped around her fingers. Who would waste such a gold like him, right?
When the two of them reached a secluded space, Soyul was not hesitant to pull him in.
And James? He was too drunk to even pull himself back to reality, to realize that it was not you that he was kissing.
The loud music playing in the background was too much for you.
You were out with your friends, not that you wanted to –you hated partying and drinking. But your friends were begging you to come out of your sadness cave and join them for some fun. They were clearly pitying you.
So, you came with them, but then it took them no time to split up because of being drunk, leaving you alone, lost in the sea of people.
You did the only thing your instinct told you –get some fresh air outside.
On the way outside, that’s when you saw him. Saw them.
He was being pushed onto the wall by some other bitch you had never seen before –they were making out, hard.
You could not believe your eyes. It was him, no denying it. And he was clearly enjoying that girl’s lips. It’s the second time you’ve seen him making out with other girls –it’s the second time you caught him cheating on you.
The door leading outside was near them, too near, but you were going to announce your appearance no matter what.
So, you make your way to the door, slowing down a little when you’re near them.
On the other hand, James was in too deep.
He was imagining you were the one holding him, kissing him slowly as the music blurred in the background.
That was until your perfume hit his nose.
He urgently opened his eyes, pushing Soyul away from him as he looked around.
There you were, holding the doorknob. You were looking at him, with anger and disappointment in your eyes.
Then you left, slamming the door behind you as you stormed out of the busy and loud club.
“Oh fuck…”
He was breathing heavily –from the make-out and from the panic surging through his body.
What has he done? He clearly knew it was not you he was kissing, but he went for it anyway. He fucked up for the second time now –you caught him for the second time too now.
“What’s wrong?”
Soyul asked him, rubbing his arm, trying to soothe him down –or rather, trying to seduce him.
“No.”
That’s the only word he could say to her before he took off, storming out through the same door you went through. Leaving Soyul all confused and embarrassed.
Outside the club, the air was cold.
You were walking in your mini dress as the cold breeze hit your bare skin. The only thing that warmed your body up was the cigarette burning in between your fingers.
Your feet kept on dragging you somewhere. Just somewhere –you’re not sure.
You were just trying to get away from the loud and cramped club.
From him.
But it seems like fate just needed you two to talk.
He was running, looking for you just with his instinct. And when he found you, you looked dead, like nothing even mattered to you anymore. It hurts him more than being left by you.
Something is burning between your fingers –something you swore long ago not to touch again.
Yet here you are, breaking your own promise. Because of him.
“Y/N!”
He called you, still running with all of his strength to hold you again.
But you were not stopping, as if he wasn’t even there, as if he didn’t even matter anymore.
“Y/N… Please, wait up.”
When he finally caught up with you, he immediately grabbed your wrist –the one where the cigarette was burning- swatting the blunt away from your hand before turning you around to face him.
“I thought you said you stopped?!”
He snapped. He didn’t know why he snapped.
“Why? You could do it and I couldn’t?”
You replied. Not mad, not furious, not sad. Just tired, disappointed.
And that caught him off guard.
“I-it’s bad for you, Y/N…”
His voice turned softer, as if you might fall apart if he were louder.
While in reality, you’ve fallen apart.
“That’s what I’ve been saying to you, you selfish bastard.”
You were on the verge of tears, too tired, too disappointed.
“Y/N… I’m sorry. Please come back home, come back to me…”
You stared at him as if he were a maniac, laughing bitterly at his begging. What? He thought you’d just come back home after he lowered his voice and talked to you softly like this? He’s stupid for thinking like that.
“Fuck off… How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Please… Would you just listen to me? Hear me out, let me explain!”
“What…? Explain? I just saw you making out with yet another woman, James! That’s enough explanation.”
As if it was on cue, Soyul came into the scene, calling for James.
You looked at her, then back at James before laughing bitterly. You couldn’t hold the tears anymore –it was all too much, all making sense. He probably was always out there kissing another woman who was a stranger to you, all behind your back.
“No! It’s not like that-“
You were already leaving before he could finish his sentence, getting into a cab, leaving him with the other girl.
“What happened? You just stormed out on me back there. Who was that?”
Soyul was asking too many questions. His head felt like it was about to explode if he didn’t shut that woman’s mouth right away.
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“I said shut the fuck up!”
He snapped, startling the woman in front of him.
“Leave me alone.”
That sentence was enough to make her leave him be.
He was alone once again, buried in his own thoughts, his own mistakes. It felt like he couldn’t stop it, stop being a douche, stop the bad habits, stop her from running away- while in fact it was him who was running away from her.
He was too blind to see the truth.
He was too comfortable in his own zone and completely forgot that he had you – His comfort zone.
But it’s too late.
The ride home was silent, but your head was filled with a bunch of thoughts.
Thoughts of him, of that girl, of the way his hand held yours, and the thoughts of having a happy life with him. Maybe it was just a thought this whole time –it was never meant to happen. That’s why these things happened to the two of you.
Maybe he never loved you in the first place, or maybe you were just another girl to him.
Maybe it was all meant to be, maybe the universe is giving you signs –signs that you and he were never meant to be.
Maybe it is time to leave.
Your thoughts were filled with maybes, filled with questions that never had the chance to be answered. Your mind was wrecked, too wrecked to realize that you were sitting in this cab, driving you to your end.
And before you know it, you were burned, along with the metal that was supposed to keep you away from danger –It led to your death instead.
You left the world with a lot of questions, a lot of anger, and a lot of love that was meant for a specific person.
“She was a great daughter, a great friend, and a great human being.”
The wind blows softly around the gloomy graveyard as your friends and family take you to your final destination.
James is there, standing in all-black attire amongst the crowd.
He didn’t cry –he couldn’t. How could he cry when he’s the one who caused this?
Later that day, he went back home, your home.
It once smelled just like you, and it once felt homey. But now, it felt empty despite all of the dusty furniture.
You were not coming back. And this time, forever.
He’ll never get the chance to talk to you, to explain everything to you, to hold you in his arms, to kiss you slowly under the moonlight on the balcony. He’ll never see you again.
He’s miserable.
He has been standing in front of the same mirror for the past twenty minutes, the same mirror where you would put on some makeup before going out on a date with him –he would watch your reflection from the bed as you paint your face to perfection.
But this time, he only sees his own broken reflection.
And this time, there’s no way of getting you back.
(마틴) m.ep x fem!reader
☆ enemy to lovers . martin being mean . use of Y/N . kissing . mentions of blood .
IN WHICH —What happens when the person you hate the most becomes the one who regrets hurting you the most?
⤷ a/n: bear with me, i haven't written in so long... and i wrote this while being sleep deprived, so excuse me for the mistakes... the ending's kinda rushed too…
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4.4k — Angst.
Antagonistic
Is the perfect word to describe you and Martin. You never knew why or how – all you knew was how easy it was to hate his guts.
Every behavior of his seems to get on your nerves – his voice sounds like an annoying mosquito buzzing near your ear, and no matter how hard you try to swat it away, it always comes back to disturb your peace.
That’s how he is.
Annoying.
Disturbing.
—Day one of being assigned to cleaning duty.
“Will you stop stepping all over the floor?”
You snapped. You were almost finished mopping the classroom floor, but of course Martin had to make you mop all over again. And you’ve been mopping for more than an hour now, just because he kept stepping all over it.
“Isn't that what floors are for? To be stepped on?”
There it is, his smartass replies.
“No shit, Sherlock. But if you kept walking around like that, I would never stop mopping this damn floor.”
You said, gripping the handle, as your other hand rested on your waist, glaring at the blonde.
“Exactly my intention.”
Martin gave you a wink, teasing you like he always does, earning an annoyed groan from you as you both continued your tasks.
Both of you were tasked to clean the classroom every day after school. Why? Because the two of you seem to always be on each other's necks, always in the detention room, always fighting in every scene, always a pair, a toxic one. So, your homeroom teacher set you up, thinking that maybe if you work together, you’ll get along.
Oh, how wrong she is.
You continued to mop the floor, trying to mind your own business.
On the other hand, Martin was not enjoying the silence. So, when he finished sloppily wiping the whiteboard, he made his way to his other task, of course choosing the long way around so he could dirty the floor again.
He could hear your heavy sigh behind him. He kept walking, slowly too, making sure the surface he stepped on was visibly dirty while whistling a random melody.
You’ve had enough of his shit.
You forcefully took off one of your shoes, then threw it right at the back of his head.
Bullseye.
“ARGH!”
Martin grabbed the back of his head, turning his body to glare at you, who stood there with only one shoe.
“What the fuck?!”
He walked right in front of you, trying to intimidate you with the height difference, which doesn’t work, by the way. You kept your chin up, glaring back at him, who was still rubbing the pain off the back of his head.
“What?”
You said as if you didn’t just throw your shoe right at his head.
“What was that for?!”
He pointed at the shoe lying on the floor.
“For smearing the floor with your shit, scumbag.”
This time, it was you who took a step closer, challenging him.
He glared down at you. If someone saw the two of you, they would think that you were about to kiss or something due to the proximity, when in reality, both of you were holding back your inner thoughts of killing each other.
Martin exhaled.
“You. Watch yourself.”
He nudged your shoulder hardly with his index finger, then left the room with heavy, hurried footsteps. You gave him a literal headache from the shoe and your existence.
“Asshole.”
You mumbled, continuing to mop the surface afterwards, letting out a contented sigh. Finally, some peace.
—Day two of being assigned to cleaning duty.
You’re late – you were meeting one of your friends to discuss a group assignment right after school. It wasn’t supposed to take more than just ten minutes, but you intentionally make it longer than it needs to.
About an hour and thirty minutes later, you finally showed up. Martin was already there with a broom on his shoulder. He was talking with your homeroom teacher with a tired, annoyed face. Then he saw you walk in, his eyebrows immediately knitted together.
“There it is.”
He pointed at you with the broom, glaring at you.
Your teacher turned her head around, then pinched Martin’s arm afterwards, making him flinch.
“Get along, you two. I’ve had enough already. Y/N, get to work now, okay?”
“Yes, miss.”
You smiled sweetly at her, earning a scoff from the tall boy.
When your teacher was completely out of sight, your smile immediately flattened, rolling your eyes as you walked your way to the bookshelf.
“You’re late.”
Martin was still standing in the same spot with his broom, glaring down at you.
“Obviously, I’m trying to minimize our quality time.”
You emphasized the last two words.
“Don’t act like it’s my fault we’re here right now. It was yours.”
“Huh? I thought it was you who called me a bitch first?”
“You intentionally bumped into me first, bitch.”
He mumbled the last word as he continued to sweep the floor.
“What’s that?”
“Just do your task and fuck off now.”
You rolled your eyes at him – you clearly heard what he called you.
The next few minutes were silent, both of you just doing your tasks in complete silence, or rather ignoring each other’s presence. Until Martin got too close to you while you were organizing the books.
You clicked your tongue. He was doing his job, so you shouldn’t be complaining since he’s not making snarky remarks. But his existence too close to you somehow irritates you. So you did what you thought you should do.
Dusting the books right on the swept-clean floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing right now?”
“Dusting the books? Can’t you see that it’s so dirty?”
You continued to dust them as you answered his question. Martin just stood there, trying to suppress his anger, clenching his jaw.
“Couldn’t you do it at the window?”
“I can’t. It’s dangerous, I might fall, you know.”
He scoffed.
“That, or I throw you outside the window myself.”
You looked at him, with one of your eyebrows raised.
“Ooh, very scary, Edwards.”
“I’m serious, take your dust out of the window.”
He was not asking – he was demanding you.
But you being you, completely ignored his demand. You kept on intentionally dusting the books on the floor, right in front of him.
He ran his hand through his hair out of frustration, biting his lips, trying not to actually throw you out the window. But guess what? He is impatient.
“Fine.”
He forcefully grabbed your wrist, pulling you to the window.
“The fuck?! Martin!”
He then clutched the collar of your uniform, pinning you on the open window. If he let go, you might actually fall. Your hair swayed from the breeze outside, your hand clutching his, trying to pull yourself back to safety. But his strength is something else – he didn’t even budge when you scratched his skin.
“I said, Do. It. Here.”
He glared.
“Are you insane?! Edwards, let me go!”
“Oh, you want me to let go? Let you fall or something?”
He snarked, tilting his head with a smirk. You looked so scared – he felt satisfied having the upper hand.
But then he saw your eyes, the sparkle from the sun reflecting in your tears trying to escape your eyes. You looked so… vulnerable.
His heart skipped a beat.
He paused, staring at your glistening eyes as you tried your hardest to pull yourself back in. The sun made your skin look so silky, the wind danced with your hair, and the worst part, you looked so unreal under the sunlight.
Then, a tear slipped from your eyes.
That’s when he realized what he was doing. He immediately pulled you back in, then took a step back. He didn’t know why he took a step back – was it because he almost killed you? Or was it because of the uncontrollable beating of his heart?
“You’re sick, Edwards.”
Tears were streaming down your face.
Martin opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.
And with that, you left.
Leaving him with his own thoughts and a dirty floor. His gaze lingered on the door, the very door you walked out of. Then he stared at his own hand, questioning his actions, questioning his heart. What was that? It did something to him – he just didn’t know what.
The next day, both of you were weirdly quiet. Your classmates were all confused, because usually, the two of you would exchange snarky remarks.
But that day, both of you didn’t even acknowledge each other.
—Day three of being assigned to cleaning duty.
You didn’t even show up – you probably went straight home after the last bell rang. And Martin wasn’t even annoyed. That’s a start.
He was still confused, but for the most part, he was angry at himself. What he did was so dangerous, so wrong. You could’ve gotten hurt, or worse, fallen.
The thought of you lying motionless on the ground with blood splattered around you sickened him. He couldn’t bear that thought – he couldn’t bear the guilt.
Another day had started, and the guilt kept on growing inside of him. He kept thinking of how to apologize, how to find the courage to talk to you, to even face you. You wouldn’t even glance at him – it’s like he is invisible to you now.
—Day four of being assigned to cleaning duty.
He didn’t even make the effort to clean. fuck that – nobody sees anyway, so why bother?
He was leaning against the window, the very window he almost killed you at. He looked around – the sky, the dancing trees, the field, the setting sun. Then his eyes landed on the ground just below him.
He saw red – he saw you lying there, motionless, covered in blood, eyes wide open but no sign of life.
He gasped, pushing himself away from the window. His breath was ragged, and his eyes were wide from the shock.
“I’m.. I’m going insane…”
He stuttered.
Later that night, Martin was lying on his bed, looking at nothing particularly. His head was full of you, and his heart felt heavy.
Then the scene where he pinned you on the window replayed once again – this time it was not him imagining you being dead on the ground. It was the moment his heart skipped a beat, how ethereal you looked, how the sun kissed your skin, how your silky hair swayed, how your soft hands clutched his wrist.
His heart skipped a beat once again.
He lifted his hand – the scars from you were still there, a reminder of his unacceptable action.
His heart skipped a beat, not in a good way. He felt burdened by the guilt. That’s it, he needs to talk to you.
The next day, you were still acting as if he were nonexistent, and he completely understood. But he really needed to make things up with you. But he couldn’t find the courage – he was scared, scared of you, scared of the guilt, scared of how you might react – he was scared of everything.
He has become a coward.
So he snuck a letter into your locker – he’s using the old way.
Later that day, after the last bell rang. You were about to head home, but then you saw a glimpse of something on your locker. A letter.
Curiosity led you right in front of your locker. A letter was peeking through the gaps, and when you took it, there was no name on it.
So you opened it.
”Y/N.
I know you hated my guts, you always did. I know you probably don’t want to see me, especially after that horrible thing I did to you that day.
Y/N, I can't imagine how scared I made you feel that day. Thinking about it now makes me realize how badly I hurt you.
You might think that I am avoiding you, trying to run away from you and forget everything. But the truth is, I’m so scared to face you, even now, I couldn’t find the courage.
Sure, we hated each other and everything. But I’m not an awful person, and what I did? It’s unacceptable.
I never hated you. I looked forward to every argument because it meant I got to spend time with you. I just didn't understand what those feelings were until it was too late.
I crossed a line I never should have crossed. I let my anger control me, and there's no excuse for that. And now, I’ve lost you.
You don't have to forgive me. I just needed you to know how sorry I am.
If the day ever comes when you're willing to talk, I'll be there. And if it never does... I'll understand.
I'm not writing this because I expect another chance. I'm writing it because you deserved an apology, whether you ever speak to me again or not.
—M.”
Of course, it’s him.
His letter… his words felt genuine. However, you’re still not ready to face him either.
—Day five of being assigned to cleaning duty.
Martin was once again alone in the empty classroom. But this time he was waiting, eager yet scared to face you. He had so much to say to you, but he didn’t know how to muster it up and actually say it to you.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours. Eventually, it was almost dark outside.
You were not coming.
—Day six of being assigned to cleaning duty.
The classroom felt much more suffocating than when it was packed with teenagers. The room felt more suffocating because of Martin’s gloom than when it was stuffed with twenty or more people.
The silence didn’t help – no matter how silent it was, his mind kept talking. Heck, yelling even.
That’s when the silence got disturbed by a soft creak from an opening door.
There you were, stepping into the room without glancing at him for even a second, grabbing a broom and going straight to work.
Martin didn’t expect you to show up today. He was not actually going to clean today – that was the plan at first. But since you’re here, might as well work.
In silence.
Not awkward silence. Super heavy silence.
Martin kept glancing at you once in a while, and you didn’t even bat an eye. You were just… there, minding your own business.
No snarky comments, no bickering.
Just complete silence.
Every time Martin accidentally got close to you, he would quietly move away, as if he was invading your space, which he always does, by the way.
But this time, he moved away. For the first time, he respected your space.
After completing all of your chores, you left the room first, once again leaving Martin alone in the silence.
He was just finishing up and was about to lock the classroom. Until he noticed the floor near the window.
He froze…
Without a word, he walked over there, then closed the window.
It needs to stay closed.
The next day, you were walking down the hall with books in your arms. You were about to head to the library to give them back.
Until one asshole of a man tried to flirt with you.
Keyword: Tried.
He was spitting out some lame pickup lines off Google or something while walking beside you.
Martin saw you with another boy walking down the hall – he could clearly see the annoyance in your face. He’d do you a favor.
He walked up to the boy beside you, slinging his arms around the boy’s shoulder as if he knew that guy.
“Hey, you’re in the photography club, right?”
“What? No-“
“I need you to show me around the club, buddy. Let’s go.”
And with that, they left oppositely from the photography club.
“Stupid,”
You mumbled under your breath, then continued your journey to the library.
–Day seven of being assigned to cleaning duty.
The two of you were still doing your chores in silence until your homeroom teacher came to check on the two of you.
She noticed the efficiency of both of you.
“Did you two finally stop fighting?”
She asked, eyeing the two of you cautiously.
“Yeah.”
Martin simply replied. No sarcasm, no excuses. And that earned a glance from you.
Some improvements.
Later that day, you were organizing the books, dusting them and putting them back on the shelf.
You were lifting a stack of books from the teacher’s desk to put them back on the shelf, but the stack was too high, and it lost balance.
“shit…”
Cursing under your breath, you knelt to pick up the books.
Martin saw what happened and instinctively knelt to help.
You froze.
And it didn’t go unnoticed by Martin. He slowly withdrew his hand.
“Sorry.”
Then he walked away. No explanation, no trying to bicker.
Just… Sorry.
The next day at lunch, Martin spotted you with your friends.
He was also with his friends, but being in the same space with you felt different now. He always felt gloomy each time his eyes landed on you.
Later that day, you were walking down the hall to class, while Martin just stood up from his seat, about to leave the room.
Both of you walked past each other at the doorway, shoulders almost brushing.
Before all of this happened, he would intentionally bump into you.
Now? He stepped aside, and you noticed it.
—Day eight of being assigned to cleaning duty.
You were cleaning alone in the classroom — Martin was late. Who knows where he was, it’s not like you cared anyway.
Right?
After some time, the door opened, revealing Martin with ragged breathing – he was running his way to the classroom. And then he started to sweep the floor.
A while later.
“You missed a spot.”
You stiffen.
Martin immediately realized what it sounded like. Stupid old habits.
He sighs, then walks over and starts to sweep it himself.
“…Never mind.”
After some days later, it was finally Saturday.
You were walking up the stairs heading to your room after dinner, then you sat at your desk. The letter… his letter was still lying there, folded and a bit crumpled.
You sighed, reaching to grab it.
You’ve been re-reading it every day, almost throwing it away out of anger. You could still feel the fear you felt when he pinned you at the window, how the cold breeze slapped right onto your skin, and how tightly he was clutching your collar.
You don’t know if you could trust Martin, or rather trust the words on this paper. But you couldn’t help but feel that it was genuine, especially after the changes.
His changes.
He stopped provoking you, he respected your space, he never complained anymore. It’s actually a refreshing change. But still, somehow you also missed the constant fighting, his smart replies and snarky comments.
It has been silent ever since. You’re not complaining – it’s just... you missed him.
You miss talking to him, or rather, fighting with him.
You’re not going to decline it, but you always looked for him after school, and once you saw him, you disappeared from his sight.
You realized that you were so used to him that it felt uncanny to not have him in your days.
You’ve decided that it’s time to talk to him.
Monday came in a flash, you were nervous.
It was lunch when you searched for him. You found him eating with his friends, all of his friends were laughing and chatting except for him. He was just looking down at his food, not exactly eating it – he was just stirring it.
You sighed, building up the courage to walk up and talk to him.
You stopped, right in front of him.
Your shadows made him stop doing whatever he was doing, then slowly lifted his gaze until he met your cold ones.
“Edwards.”
He gaped for a second before answering.
“…Yeah?”
“Rooftop. After school.”
You turned your back to him, taking a step before stopping again to glance at him.
“Don’t be late.”
And with that, you were gone.
–Day nine of being assigned to cleaning duty.
Martin arrived at the rooftop early, he was nervous. He had been rehearsing the things he wanted to say, throwing away sentences because none of the feels good enough.
Then he heard the creaking sound of the rooftop door, and there you were making your way to him.
Martin slowly turned around, and for a second- he almost walked towards you.
Almost, that’s how desperate he was- but he needed to hold back, he needed to earn your trust.
So, he stayed exactly where he was, waiting for you to decide the distance.
You stopped a foot in front of him, looking directly at him without any expression, and that only made him even more nervous.
“So,”
Silence.
“I heard this is where you’ve been hiding.”
He let out a dry laugh.
“…Guess so.”
…
“Your letter.”
He immediately looked up from the ground.
“I read it.”
There was no reaction from him, he was waiting. Carefully.
“You wrote that you never hated me.”
“…Yeah.”
“Then why?”
There it was, the question you’ve been dying to ask after you read the letter. And that very question is what scares him the most.
“I…”
He paused, earning a raised eyebrow from you.
“I was… I wasn’t thinking about you… I was thinking about winning.”
You looked at him in confusion.
“Every time we argued, I always wanted the last word. Every time you got under my skin, I wanted to get under yours even more.”
He continued.
“When you ignored me that day… when you kept dusting those books… I just wanted to prove I could make you stop.”
His gaze softened.
“I grabbed you. Then I pushed you against that window.”
There was a long silence after that – he was thinking of how to say it to you.
“And… for one second, I cared more about winning than what could happen to you…”
He clutched his fists.
“That’s the moment I hate the most.”
You were silent through all of it, letting him explain himself, letting him fix things between the two of you.
“Ever since that day, I kept thinking that if I’d let go… Our last conversation would’ve been about dust on a bookshelf.”
He chuckled, looking down at his feet.
“You’ve already read the letter, so you should know this already… but when we argued… those were my favorite days. Because it meant you were paying attention to me.”
…
“Pathetic, isn’t it?”
He looked at you once again. This time, his eyes showed how vulnerable he was.
“I hurt you because I couldn’t control my anger… And realizing I love you only made me understand how unforgivable that was.”
The rain poured down on the two of you, drenching your clothes. But none of you flinched, not even a single move.
You were still looking at the ground that had a puddle forming on top of it.
And Martin didn’t dare to even talk again.
“Are you done?”
Earning a nod from the blonde.
“…Yeah.”
Another long silence happened. You folded the wet letter and put it inside your pocket.
“I believe you.”
He looked up, a glimpse of hope across his face.
Then…
“I believe that you’re sorry. But being sorry doesn’t erase what happened.”
The hope disappeared.
“…I know.”
You looked at him dead in the eye.
“Do you know what the worst part was?”
Martin stayed silent.
“When you pushed me against that window… I genuinely thought you were going to let go.”
…
“For those few seconds…”
You laughed bitterly before continuing.
“…I thought I was going to fucking die.”
That got Martin’s eyes welling up. He couldn’t look at you anymore – he kept looking down at his feet, trying to hold himself together.
“You wrote that you were scared to face me…Good.”
You paused, a long pause, the one that made Martin’s heart jump.
“Because I was terrified of you.”
That slapped him right on his cheek – he felt like arrows were piercing his chest.
He could only whisper an “…I’m sorry.”
“Stop that.”
Another pause.
“And you know what’s pathetic?
Martin waited silently.
"I kept wondering if any of it was real. The arguments, the teasing…The times you made me laugh when I wasn't supposed to…I kept wondering if that was all fake.”
Martin immediately looked at you and replied.
“None of it was.”
You studied him, trying to see right through him, his true feelings.
“I believe that too. I believe your feelings were real… But that doesn’t mean that I forgive you.”
Martin lowered his head once again. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to earn your forgiveness; he didn’t even deserve to be forgiven. But it still hurt a lot.
"You don't get to decide when I stop being scared."
You continued, earning a nod from him.
“… I know.”
He replied.
"You don't get to decide when I forgive you."
"...I know."
"You don't get to decide whether I trust you again."
"...I know."
Three short exchanges. No speeches, just Martin accepting every consequence.
The rain kept on pouring down aggressively. Martin felt a little bit of weight had been taken off his shoulder, but there was plenty remaining on there. You haven’t forgiven him yet.
The rain calmed down a little, then he heard a shuffle from you.
You took a step closer to him, one step followed by another until you were right in front of him.
He was preparing for the worst, grounding himself for the slap incoming.
Your hand lifted from your side, but instead of a slap, you gently cupped his cheek.
“Don’t make me regret this.”
Then you closed the gaps, planting your lips onto his.
Your lips fit perfectly with his, as if they were made for each other. Martin held the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. For the first time, you’ve got to feel his gentler and more vulnerable side.
“You still have a lot to make up for.”
You said after pulling away. Martin let out a small laugh.
“… I know.”
Antagonistic.
Was the perfect word to describe you and Martin, and you exactly know why – Both of you were confused and driven crazy by the feeling of love, hiding behind the word “Hate” just because you two were too scared to accept the word “Love”.
But now, all you know is how easy it is to love Martin Edwards.
Paradox. Is the perfect word to describe you and Martin. The two of you never made any sense, was always against each other, yet the truth behind all of it is a buried feeling of longing for each other.
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(고르티스).ᐟ A.KH x fem!reader
IN WHICH — You're unable to function each time Keonho's gaze lands on you.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. reader deeply in love . Keonho took advantage of his eyes . and a kiss .
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1,3k —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 Something is wrong with you.
And you were sure it was Keonho who caused the symptoms —it's just the way his eyes gaze at you, the way his pupils follow your figure even when you're not too close, the way his eyes almost disappeared when he laughed.
You notice everything.
It was a practice in the afternoon. Everyone had just finished, and you were packing your things when a bottle of water was displayed in front of your eyes.
"Drink some water?" Keonho looked down at your crouched figure, a smile etched into his face as his eyes sparkled under the lights.
And that was the first time your heart skipped a beat, a beat too long.
And your eyes were staring too long, too.
"Hello?"
Keonho's smile faltered, tilting his head before shaking the water bottle in front of you, waking you up from your trance.
You blinked multiple times, then shook your head before taking the water bottle from his hand, chugging it down after muttering a small thank you.
And that made his smile even wider.
Oh God...
♡
The next time it happened was on a movie night at the dorm.
Everyone had gathered around the living room, bringing their own blankets. You were supposed to watch some movies and eat some snacks, but somehow the night ended up in a chaos of truth or dare.
Once it was your turn, you chose dare —just because you didn't want to be boring.
But of course, Martin had to dare you to do a staring contest with none other than Keonho himself.
Great...
"What? You're not gonna do it Y/n?" Martin mocked.
His sly voice made you realize that you, once again, were in a trance after being caught in Keonho's gaze. He only chuckled at your state.
Oh, he knows what's up.
"Of course I'll do it!" You spat at Martin, your eyebrows furrowed as you moved your body to sit in the center along with Keonho.
The contest began. At first, it was just a challenge of who would blink last, but to you, it was a challenge to not lose yourself under his charming gaze.
His dreamy eyes looked deeply at yours, as if they had some other secret intention behind them. The corner of his eyes creased as he tried so hard not to laugh.
You were completely lost in his eyes —the voices of the other members were completely drowned out. You didn't even realize that you had won the contest.
It was a painful nudge to your side by Seonghyeon that brought you back.
"Ouch?!" You groaned, sending a glare to the culprit.
"You've won, stop staring at him." Seonghyeon teased, a smirk visible on his sly face as he glanced at both you and Keonho.
You swore you felt like the whole team knew something you didn't.
♡
Then the most embarrassing one yet.
You and the rest of the team were making a short video to promote your comeback.
Martin talked and talked and talked, like he usually does. And everyone was peacefully letting him explain everything.
You were sitting on the left side, sandwiched between Juhoon and Martin, while Keonho was sitting on the far right.
Yet somehow, his gaze always knew its path to your figure, and you certainly felt it. Once you took a glance to your right, you were immediately held captive by his eyes, unable to look away.
Thank goodness your hair covered your eyes from the side.
You were enjoying it at this point —it had become comfortable each time it happened, and you couldn't complain at all.
And it got ruined in just a second.
" – Y/n here has something to say."
That was the time Martin decided to throw the responsibility of talking to you.
He nudged you while still smiling at the camera.
"Uh– Yeah, I want to say thank you to all of our COER out there." You stated, completely trying to look professional, as if you didn't just lose yourself.
You continued to talk, ignoring the fact that his eyes were still on you.
"Don't forget to stream our new song–"
But of course, you had to accidentally look at him, making every word in your mind disappear as you paused your movements.
He definitely knew what he was doing to you.
Because he kept lingering his eyes on yours, taking your breath away. A small giggle escaped his mouth when he saw you freeze because of his actions.
James, who was sitting between Martin and Keonho, sighed. He then completed your words, saving you from the long, awkward pause that you and Keonho had created.
He's going to be the death of me...
Later that night, after a grueling day of being teased by the others, you've finally got some time to yourself.
Or so you thought.
Standing on your doorway was Ahn Keonho, peeking his head through the door.
Once his gaze landed upon you, who were lying on your stomach on the soft surface of the mattress, he slowly took a step inside before slowly closing the door with a soft click.
He immediately threw himself on the bed beside you, earning an annoyed groan from you.
"Do you still have some oat bars?" He asked, looking up at the white ceiling while playing with his own hair.
He knew you so well, nobody knew that you would sneak oat bars into your room, just because you always crave something sweet at midnight. But he somehow knew.
"It's in the drawer, second one from the top." You instructed.
♡
"I know, right?! He kinda looks like Masha's long-lost twin." Keonho cackled.
The two of you giggled as you searched for Masha and the Bear's photos, putting them side by side to Martin's picture.
You sat with your legs crossed on the bed, while Keonho lay on his back. You were enjoying your chocolate-flavoured oat bar while continuing to scroll through your phone.
Then you felt a shift on the bed, and before you could process it, Keonho's hand was on your cheek as his thumb carefully swiped the chocolate that was left on the corner of your lips.
You looked up from your phone, meeting his gaze.
He was not smiling, but the sparkles in his eyes were there. He was not laughing, but you felt your heart skip a beat anyway.
He felt it too —he always has.
He found it hard to not look at you —he loves how you reacted when he deeply looked into your eyes, he loves how you slowly become unaware of your surroundings each time he caught you with his gaze, he loves everything about you.
"Don't do that." You mumbled, eyes locked onto him, as the phone that was once in your grip was now forgotten.
"Do what?" He countered, tilting his head slightly to the side, as if he were challenging you.
"That thing... with your eyes." You explained.
The corners of his mouth lifted, his thumb caressing your soft lips before leaning in closer, dangerously close.
"If I can't do that, can I do something else?" he asked with a soft voice.
You blinked at him, your mouth slightly ajar from the breath you just took. You felt your cheek burning all the way to your ears.
"What-" That was the only word that you could process.
He chuckled. Then, with such a gentle movement, he closed the gap between the two of you, capturing you in a kiss rather than just his gaze this time.
Your eyes widened at the sudden action, slowly closing it once you felt the shock wear off, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart.
You were aware of everything, aware of him —How soft his lips were, how gentle he held you, how patient he was with you.
And you couldn't help but melt into him.
That night was the last night you two would be holding back, from only gazing at each other, into owning every night together, stealing oat bars and kisses from each other.
(롱샷).ᐟ L.EJ x fem!reader
IN WHICH — A compilation of Louis calling you by French pet names.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. pet names . a kiss . Louis might be ooc in this .
masterlist . requested!
938 —fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 You and Louis have been dating for over a month now. Despite being older than him, you refused to be called 'Noona' and insisted on being called by your name instead.
Why? Just because.
But Louis is a really respectful boy —he just couldn't call you by your name because he finds it disrespectful since you're older. He also couldn't find the reason why you didn't want to be called noona. He thought it was cute, and most importantly, respectful.
Since he has the privilege of being French. Which, to you, is the most beautiful language you've ever heard in this world. He has been calling you pet names in French.
And you don't know if you like it or not.
⋆
Like one time, you were just chilling on the couch, watching Obsession, your feet crossed on top of the soft surface. A mini bowl of vanilla ice cream was sitting on your palm as your other hand scooped it.
It was such a cool evening.
The boys were going out to buy groceries and other things for the dorm, and you were left alone in the dorm in peace —You're the one who told them to get the stuff.
You were too immersed in the movie to realize that they had come home. Louis' hand on top of your head was the one that brought you back to reality.
"What are you watching, Ma chérie?(My darling)" He called softly, as his hands ruffled your hair.
You looked up at the tall boy behind you, spoon still stuck between your lips as you felt blood rushing to your face.
That sounded so romantic.
⋆
That time when he lost you in the crowd.
It was supposed to be a cute date. You wanted to go to the night market because you saw some cute bracelets on the internet, and apparently they sold them at the night market.
But you, being you, got distracted by an ice cream stall.
Louis was holding your hand tightly, protecting you from the crowds as the two of you walked through it. Unfortunately, due to how packed that place was, he accidentally let go of your hand, and when he searched for it again, he couldn't find it.
Panic crept up through his body, his eyes scanning every person he could see, yet you were nowhere to be seen in the sea of people.
On the other hand, you were waiting on the side of the ice cream stall, waiting for your matcha-flavoured sweets. It took you several minutes to realize that your boyfriend was not following behind you.
A little bit of panic surged through your body, but then the worker called for you, handing you the delicious-looking ice cream. And with that, the panic was completely drowned out.
Louis kept searching, frantically bumping into some people. That's when he saw you —peacefully eating ice cream at the corner.
He quickly ran to you, then abruptly stopped right in front of you.
The panic in his face was still visible, and his hands found their way up to each side of your jaw.
That was when he let out a relieved sigh.
"I thought I lost you."
He was tearing up as he said those words, and you felt super bad.
"I-I saw ice cream... so I–"
"It's okay, mon Cœur (my heart). I'm just glad you're okay." He said, engulfing you in a warm hug.
Louis knew very well that you can easily get distracted —that's the reason why he always tries to hold on to you in this kind of place.
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Or that one time when you were making dinner.
"Whachu makin', Ma Sardine?" He placed both of his hands on top of your shoulder as he took a peek at the food you were making.
You turned around, confused and belittled. Did he just call you his sardine?
"Ma Sardine? What?" Your brows furrowed.
Louis looked at you cheekily, giggling at the pet name he just gave you. It might've been his favorite amongst all of the French pet names out there.
"What? It's cute." He shrugged.
"You just called me your sardine. That's not cute?" You made a stank face jokingly.
"Okay, what about Ma Crevette?" He chuckled as he rubbed his neck.
"What does it mean?" You asked, crossing your arms on your chest.
"My Shrimp." He mumbled.
His voice was small, but enough for you to hear. And once you heard it, a spatula flew towards him.
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He has been calling you other names, such as Mon chat (my cat), Mon lapin (my rabbit), Mon trésor (my treasure), Mon ange (my angel), etc.
But only one wins your heart.
"You look so beautiful, Mon amour (my love)."
Louis was standing in front of you in a black suit, making him look more charming than ever. He eyed you up and down, examining your red silk dress that hugged every curve of your body, making you look ethereal under the fluorescent moonlight.
You two were attending the wedding of one of your friends. The ballroom got too crowded for you, so Louis took you to the deck.
"Thank you. Mon Beau (my handsome)," you complimented back.
He smiled at the nickname you just gave him. A warm and fuzzy feeling inside his heart made him step closer to you, inching his face closer before planting a soft kiss on your lips.
"Je t'aime pour toujours." He whispered.
That sentence will forever be engraved in your mind and heart. You won't need any translation for those words —you knew the meaning of it by heart.
(롱샷).ᐟ K.OY x fem!reader
IN WHICH — Ohyul loves to sneak you into his room when everyone's asleep. Unfortunately, one night, you two got caught red-handed by Woojin, who casually barged in when the two of you were in the middle of something.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W. making out . Woojin caught you devouring each other . and Ryul being a menace .
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1,1k —fluff, slightly suggestive.
ᢉ𐭩 The atmosphere of the dorm was calm and quiet —only the busy sound of the city outside was heard as white noise lulling everyone deeper into their slumber in their soft mattresses.
Except for you, though, you were tiptoeing your way to your second bedroom —Ohyul's room.
The complete silence of the dorm was disturbed by a clicking sound coming from Ohyul's door. There he was, poking he's head through the door, looking left and right, making sure nobody else was there.
Once you were inside his room, you were immediately pinned to the hard surface of the door as his lips hungrily collided with yours. It took no time for you to melt into the kiss, pulling him deeper as your fingers gripped his hair.
"We shouldn't be making this much noise." You muttered after pulling away from the kiss.
Ohyul has been sneaking you into his room while the other residents of the dorm remain clueless about this. The thing is, Ohyul doesn't know how to do it quietly —he would push you onto the wall, creating a thud sound, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut on wild nights.
You were questioning the other members, like... how did they not hear any of this?
Ohyul's lips were back on yours, completely ignoring your concern. His hands traveled down to your hip, gripping the bare skin underneath the silk material before lifting your body.
You put your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss while you were on it. He slowly placed you onto the soft mattress of his bed, caging you underneath him as he kept on devouring your lips.
"I love you so much." He muttered in between kisses.
The sneaking started just after the group got their own dorm. You always have something going on with Ohyul since trainee days, and things escalated on the night of your debut.
That day, you caught Ohyul glancing at you the whole day. The tension between the two of you became unbearable, and on that very night, you two broke the tension, letting buried feelings take over your bodies as your lips connected for the first time. Every night has been a mission to not get caught ever since.
Well, until this night.
Click...
"Hyung, have you seen my—"
You froze, Ohyul's lips stopped their rhythm.
The silence was thick, it was almost suffocating. You slowly turned your head to the source of the voice to find Woojin standing still, his mouth agape mid-talk —then you looked away from the door, burying your head under a pillow.
On top of you, Ohyul sighs. He turned his head to Woojin without moving his body from on top of yours.
"What?" Ohyul casually said with a slightly annoyed tone.
Woojin blinked, swallowed, then scratched his nape while looking everywhere but the bed.
"Uh- my sweater— nevermind." Woojin muttered.
The poor boy was very flustered at the sight in front of him. He knew both of you liked each other, but he didn't know that the two of you were far ahead of him.
"On the couch. Living room." Ohyul stated, earning a shaky nod from the younger boy before he closed the door with a soft click.
Ohyul sighed once again. He grabbed the pillow that was covering your flustered face before he cupped your jaw, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.
"When will they learn to knock..." He whispered to himself.
You looked into his eyes, clearly seeing his annoyance in them.
"I'm going to sleep, okay?" You said, caressing his cheek with your thumb.
Ohyul shook his head before burying his face on your chest.
"Sleep here. Everyone will know by the morning anyway." He said, voice muffled by the material of your pajamas.
It was true —knowing Woojin, he wouldn't keep his mouth shut around the other members. So if they all would know anyway, why bother going to your room if you can be here, in his arms?
"Alright." You muttered into his hair.
You were flustered, sure. But you also felt content because if the whole group knew, it meant no more sneaking. The thing is, it was the teasing that you couldn't stand, and it happened immediately in the morning after.
You were eating cereal silently on the kitchen counter while scrolling through your phone, then Ryul showed up with a stupid smirk on his face, earning an eye roll from you as you kept on munching your cereal.
"So you got caught red-handed ~" he cooed.
"Shut up." You spat, taking your bowl to eat it peacefully in the living room. Ryul tailed you, still with the annoying smirk planted on his face.
"You know, we knew you snuck into each other's room every night." He stated.
You froze, slowly turning your head to glare at him. He scoffed at you before flopping himself on the couch next to you.
"Don't look at me like that. It's your boyfriend's fault he couldn't keep his mouth shut." He said, emphasizing the word 'boyfriend'. Looking at your flustered face before leaning in closer to your ear. "The walls are thin, you know." He whispered.
You punched his sides, earning a half-laugh, half-groan from him. You were super embarrassed, knowing the fact that probably everyone in the dorm heard things they should not be hearing.
Just as you were about to throw another punch, Ohyul shows up, still half asleep, glaring at the two of you in what seems like jealousy.
Ryul threw his hand up in defense. "She's all yours." He said.
"Fuck off," Ohyul said in annoyance.
Once Ryul left the room, Ohyul immediately sat down next to you, already stealing your cereal as one of his hands snuck on your waist.
"You're up early." He said, hugging you from the side as he snuck his face to your neck.
"I was starving." You chuckled. He turned on the TV, still snuggling with you as you ate your cereal.
"I swear to god." A voice said.
Woojin rolled his eyes at the sight. He did not want to face both of you, especially after what he saw last night. Yet here he is, once again at the crime scene, looking at you being all lovey-dovey.
"Get used to it," Ohyul stated without even looking at Woojin, earning an annoyed groan from him and a giggle from you.
Since that 'incident', Ryul wouldn't stop teasing the two of you. Woojin keeps being the victim, always there when the two of you are showing affection.
Then there's Louis, who's completely unaware, and all of you planned on keeping it that way.
ᢉ𐭩 You came home all bruised up from a fight, as Seongje tended to your wounds, buried feelings started to flow through each other's lips. Most importantly, what would happen to those who stained your pretty face with blood?
ᢉ𐭩 Ohyul loves to sneak you into his room when everyone's asleep. Unfortunately, one night, you two got caught red-handed by Woojin, who casually barged in when the two of you were in the middle of something.
♡﹒ryul
Never Let Go — angst, fluff, slightly suggestive.
ᢉ𐭩 You and Ryul were inseparable. Late nights together talking shits about the show you're watching, those drunk nights where he would take care of you, or the extra time you'd spent together after practice. But one misunderstanding and an argument ruined it all.
Stay the Night — very suggestive, fluff, (MDNI).
ᢉ𐭩 When your car broke down on the side of the road, your best friend, who happens to be a mechanic, came to rescue you. Some kisses here and there lead to him asking you to stay the night.
♡﹒woojin
Distraction — fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 Your boyfriend came over to accompany you during a stressful month, but he ended up being a distraction instead.
♡﹒louis
Lucid — fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 Destiny has been giving you clues about the man in your dreams.
Name a Name — fluff.
ᢉ𐭩 A compilation of Louis calling you by French pet names.
ᢉ𐭩 Trapped in a forced marriage to your dangerous, blackmailing cousin Seojun, you strike an alliance with his bitter rivals, the Hala clan, led by the captivating captain Hongjoong. Instead of becoming their hostage, you agree to act as their inside spy to take Seojun down.
(약한영웅).ᐟ G.SJ x fem!reader
IN WHICH — You came home all bruised up from a fight, as Seongje tended to your wounds, buried feelings started to flow through each other's lips. Most importantly, what would happen to those who stained your pretty face with blood?
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ C/W: violence . mention of drinking . swearings . kissing . mention of smoking .
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1,7k —fluff, ??? to lovers.
ᢉ𐭩 "You envy me that much, huh?"
That sentence earned you a fist planted to your jaw, sending you falling to the dirty ground. You looked down at your hands, which were clutching some dirt on the pavement, quietly laughing.
"You crazy bitch." Han Yeri, your accidental enemy, muttered.
That was all you needed. You threw some dirt right at her face, making her cough and rub her eyes. You quickly stood up, pulling on her hair, then slamming her face onto your knee over and over again.
Her hand was clutching your red windbreaker, sometimes punching on your sides to try and earn herself freedom. But you were stubborn, you kept on demolishing her face out of abomination and alcohol intoxication.
Blood oozing from her nose, staining your jeans, and that only made your anger bloom into something more lethal.
You pushed her, pinning her on the wall as you gripped her throat, not allowing a single breath inside it. Yeri clutched your hand tightly, her nails scratching on your skin as blood surfaced from beneath.
"Just accept the fact that I'm better, Yeri. And you're a piece of shit, that's why they dislike you." You spat.
You knew very well why she ambushed you —it was about popularity overall. She just can't accept the fact that you were better, prettier, and stronger than her.
She laughed bitterly, even though it was hard for her to breathe, she still managed to insult you.
"You're dead, Y/n." She blurted.
That's when you heard it —footsteps coming toward the two of you. You looked at the source of the sound, only to be greeted with a throbbing pain on you jaw, you fell on the ground.
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The corridor leading to your apartment was eerily quiet —your limping feet dragged your heavy body throughout the chill atmosphere surrounding you.
Your fingers traced the surface of the digital lock, earning a beep once you entered the correct numbers. It was dark inside —there was no sense of life that could be identified inside your apartment. You continued your journey to your bedroom with a pained sigh.
Your bedroom door clicked, allowing you inside.
"Where have you been?" A very familiar voice greeted.
On your bed, sat Geum Seongje with his phone clutched in both hands, his fingers rapidly clicking on the screen. You were not surprised at all. He always does this, getting into your apartment as if he owns the place. You didn't even know how he got the passcode, but you already gave up on guessing —he had his ways, and you didn't bother to question more.
Your relationship with him was something you couldn't explain to yourself. He was neither your friend nor your enemy —one day, you were beating up one of his underlings because they apparently stepped on your pack of cigs —your very last pack of cigs.
You hate fighting, but that day, everything seems to piss you off, and then your precious pack of nicotine got crushed underneath someone's filthy shoes. You couldn't just stay still and shrug it off, especially in this economy.
That was when he decided to invade your life.
It took no time for the kids at your school to know about this because sometimes he would be waiting for you outside the gates of your school, smoking in his Kanghak uniform, leaning back against the wall, unbothered by the stares.
You didn't know why you let him smoothly get into your life like this —it all happened naturally, and it took you no time to get used to it.
You left his question hanging in the thin air, heading straight to the bathroom instead, seeing his face only made your headache worse.
After changing into a new set of clothes and washing your face, you opened the bathroom door and immediately collided with something hard —Seongje was standing in front of the door the whole time.
"What the fuck? You creep." You shoved him to the side as you limped your way to the bed.
Seongje had noticed your unusual silence —you'd say anything to roast him each time he breaks into your place, so he knew something was wrong, especially when you came home later than usual.
He joined you on the bed, and under the dim lighting, he noticed the dried blood on your face, the way a dark purple-ish mark on your cheekbone silently grows.
His fingers caught your face at a hurried pace, making you wince and let out a pained groan from the way he's holding your face. His eyebrows furrowed, quietly scanning your face, searching for more cuts and bruises.
"Who did this?" His tone was calm, but deep down, you know that he was incensed.
It was once again an unusual sight to see you all bruised up and bloodied —you hated fights, and always avoided getting into one. But your red knuckles showed that you fought back, your face contorted in anger and annoyance, the way you limped all the way to your apartment.
You looked like you almost killed someone.
"None of your business." You sharply stated, shoving his hand away from your face, pulling on the blanket as you covered the bottom half of your body.
"Okay, at least clean those shits up first before bed?" He said, already walking to your bathroom to grab some wet towels and bandages.
Holding a first aid kit in his hand, he sat down on the edge of the bed, rummaging through the box, and picking up an ointment. His hands found your face, holding it in place as he cleaned the dried blood off your busted lips.
"Are those pricks from your school?" He asked, demanding that you tell him everything.
You let out a defeated sigh. You knew he would not stop asking you if you didn't tell him right away, and so you did. You told him every single detail from the hangout with your friend, to beating up Han Yeri, and then getting beaten up by her boyfriend. In the end, you won anyway, sending both Yeri and her boyfriend scrambling away from you.
You kept on rambling about the fight, leaning against the headboard as you let Seongje do whatever to your face. Then you abruptly stopped talking.
Your heart skipped a beat, you just realized how close his face was to yours, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the way his fingers gently touch your skin. You were suddenly aware of everything surrounding you.
You were always confused as to why you let this man around you —you liked being alone in your space, unbothered by anyone. But as the day goes by, you actually enjoy his existence near yours, even though you would never admit it.
Sometimes your heart would stop when he looked into your eyes, the way his voice turns soft when he talks to you, the way smoke flies through his lips into thin air. You noticed everything, every single detail of him, you didn't know why.
On the other hand, Seongje had noticed your eyes lingering on his lips. He could feel blood rushing to the tips of his ears.
His intentions from the start were clear —he was very interested in you, the way you fought was very swift, as if you were dancing lethally, every move was calculated, and he couldn't help but find it very attractive.
It was a little crush at first, then he started to follow you around, hanging out with you on your apartment building's rooftop, smoking together under the fluorescent moonlight.
Then it turned to something more —his feelings for you grew into something he couldn't quite name, something he is not familiar with at all.
He started to notice everything about you —the way your hair swayed when you walked in front of him, the way your cheek would turn pinkish under the heat of the weather, the way your nails were freshly polished black every week, and most importantly, the way your lips move when you talk.
At this point, he has stopped cleaning your wounds. Both of you were looking deeply into each other's eyes, both of your bodies froze before slowly leaning in, closing the gap between you.
The kiss was slow —as if he was afraid to hurt you, the towel that was once clutched in his hand had long forgotten as his hands crept up your nape, slowly pulling you in deeper into the kiss.
Once the two of you pulled apart, his lips ghosted yours as his breath fanned your lips, sending shivers down your spine.
He cupped your face, searching for your eyes before he spoke in a serious tone.
"I'll ruin her face in exchange for her staining yours."
You looked deep into his eyes, you could see the fury in them, and you knew very well he meant every word —he'd do that without holding back.
Since that night, everything changed. You knew very well what your relationship with him has become without admitting it with words.
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It was a usual Saturday afternoon for you —you made yourself a bowl of acai, then watched White Chicks as you ate it on the couch.
Then you heard the front door click open, you didn't need to look to know who it was. You continued to eat your acai bowl, then you felt the couch dip beside you.
When you look at him, you immediately stop chewing —this time, it was him who came home all bruised up, just like how you were the other night, the only difference is he came home with a wide grin.
"Yeri shouldn't be a problem now. And I made her boyfriend break up with her." He stated proudly with a stupid grin engraved on his face.
You were frozen with a spoon stuck in your mouth.
"You went that far...?" You trailed.
You were very impressed, to be honest. The fact that your now boyfriend would do anything to keep you away from violence is remarkable. You love it.
That afternoon, you spent your time with him, tending to his wounds, watching movies till midnight, then cuddling each other to sleep.
Since then, nobody dares to look at you, even for less than three seconds. And Yeri? Well, she's basically trash now —nobody cares about her anymore, she became a joke for all the kids at your school.
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