by soleil

an escapism

[by-soleil]

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NCT

johnny suh;

getaway car - taylor swift inspired

kim jungwoo;

hard to say goodbye - johnny stimson inspired

mark lee;

can't fight this feeling - reo speedwagon

huang renjun;

riot - summer walker

lee haechan;

if we were a movie - hannah montana inspired good person - lee haechan

park jisung;

stay stay stay - taylor swift inspired

EXO

oh sehun;

obsessed - miley cyrus

SEVENTEEN

jeon wonwoo;

p.o.v - ariana grande inspired yours - chanyeol, lee hi, changmo, raiden inspired

kim mingyu;

vintage - niki insipired

lee dokyeom;

i like me better - lauv insipired

chwe vernon;

spell - niki insipired

mark lee; closure

lee jeno; XCVII-MM

johnny suh; getaway car

kim mingyu; never really over

lee dokyeom; wildfire

[by-soleil]

can't fight this feeling

Pairing: Mark Lee x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7k+

Warning: One-sided love, Mutual pinning (?), Oblivious bestfriend(s), idk...

This fic was inspired by "Can't Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon"

•••

You remember it clearly. It was the morning of the very first day. The sun was unforgiving, blazing thru the thinnest of fabric that was your blouse. And it was only 9 in the morning. How you survived the rest of the day was still a mystery.

After sighing for the nth time, you try to scan the new surrounding. The unfamiliarity of it left you with an uneasy feeling. How exactly does one supposed to find where the ‘Neo Auditorium’ is after only being here once? Granted, it was your fault. It was you who skipped the unofficial tour of the ground in favor of getting your nails done.

You fish your phone out, maybe your friends replied to the text you sent before you started driving earlier. They should be here already, they should know where you’re supposed to be heading.

“Oh, crap.” you grit your teeth in annoyance. Checking once more if there are any clues about where that Neo place is in your group chat before locking your phone and threw it carelessly inside your purse.

“Screw it, I’ll find my way.” you mumble to yourself as you head towards the nearest walkway shaded by the tree.

Or so you thought.

What supposed to be a 4-minute walk from your car turned into a 30 minute of absolute confusion. Stopping at every directories for some sign only for you to find out weeks later that it hasn’t even been updated since God know when.

Just when you’re about to give up and just go back to your car for some air conditioning, someone approached you.

“Excuse me, do you need help?”

“Yeah, actually. l think I’m lost, I’ve walked around probably a thousand times to look for that damned Neo-something and somehow just ended up back here. My head hurts and I haven’t broke into these shoes ugh I feel like—“ you abruptly stop, realizing you just overshared and probably scare the only person that might actually help you. “I’m sorry, I’m mumbling. Yeah, a help would be nice.” you smile shyly.

The man in front of you gulped. A bit flustered with how fast you were talking. Then he chuckled. “It’s fine, you’re good. You’re looking for the Neo Auditorium, eh?” he asks, still chuckling lightly.

You nod, questioning weather you should feel offended that the man in front of you can’t seem to stop chuckling.

“I’m heading that way, actually. I’m guessing we’re in the same class. I could show you where it is.”

“Ugh, thank God!” you grunt, feeling relieved. Sipping what’s left of your watered down iced coffee, you nod to him. “Let’s go.”

“Umm, actually, can you wait a sec? I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be quick I promise.” The man in front of you hold his hand up as if to assure you he wasn’t lying.

A chuckle slipped out of your mouth and you nod before following the man towards the bathroom.

“I’m Mark, by the way.” the man walking next to you introduced himself. Making sure his hands are dry by patting it on his shirt before offering it for you to shake.

After introducing yourself, you arrived in front of a big wooden door with a big slab of glass running through the middle of it.

“You can sit next to me, the seats in front are all taken I think.” Mark offers kindly. Which of course you accept, a friendly face was exactly what you needed that day.

And that’s how you met Mark, your dearest, closest best friend.

Throughout the years, you and Mark become inseparable. It is not a strange thing for someone to ask you where Mark is when his phone is unreachable. Reserving two seats for you knowing Mark would also tag along anyway.

Here’s the thing, being around Mark is easy and comfortable. He feels like home.

Mark is your person as you are his. You tell Mark everything and he also tells you everything about him. Well, most things.

Countless nights spent with you burning his ears off talking about your shitty love life. How your ocean-deep love for Haechan is never reciprocated.

Mark is a great listener, he might never give you any advice on how to deal with your stupidity when it comes to Heachan—sometimes you wonder why, cause he seems to always have an opinion about everything else—but you don’t care. All you needed was to be heard. To feel heard. And Mark give you just that.

“What’s up, lover boy?” Jaemin greets Mark when he set his book bag down near the couch.

“Shut up, man.” He jokingly brush him off. Taking the guitar and placing it on his lap.

Jeno then pops out of nowhere, startling both Mark and Jaemin. “You coming tonight, lover boy? You know Haechan always throw the best parties.” he wiggles his brows.

“Of course Mark is going, his little girlfriend is gonna be there. Where is she, anyway? Aren’t you guys supposed to be glued together or something?” Jaemin continue to tease.

Mark taps the guitar strings, “First of all,” then he strums a chord, “not my girlfriend.” his slender fingers quick to adjust to another chord before strumming once more. “Second, she’s getting her nails done.” another strum of the guitar follows before he quietly murmured “for Haechan’s party.”

“How are you the smartest person I know yet capable of being this stupid?” Jeno tsks, shaking his head as he head for the fridge.

“Remind me to never let you copy my assignments from now on.” Mark jokes. Knowing exactly what Jeno is implying with him being stupid.

Mark never know that it would end up like this. What started out as friendship has grown stronger. At least for him.

Maybe it was the way you always put everyone else’s feelings before yours. Accommodating people’s wants and needs, even if it means going the extra miles.

Always so kind towards other people yet never really expect the same from them. Always so selfless, smiling through the inconvenience people threw your way. Mark knows that you know you can say no. You just choose not to. Making him want to be the person you could rely on.

Or maybe it was your pure heart. You love hard, you really do. Too bad it’s never to the right person. What a shame, really.

Mark wishes he had the strength to show his feelings. The courage to just shut you up when you tell him that you feel like shit and unwanted. To kiss the pain from your voice away. To show you how amazing you really are. How you deserve to be treated.

Mark though it was only a phase. Maybe the endless hours spent together, be it studying or just hanging out in your room was taking a toll on him. But, nowadays he started to doubt himself.

“Yeah, right.” he often find himself mumble quietly, running circles inside that big ass head of his—yes, you’ve confirmed it. Mark has a big ass head. Making him all the more grateful you always gift him beanie and bucket hat instead of baseball cap. Truth be told, he’d love it regardless.

Mark tried plenty of times, he went on dates. Yet, his mind kept on wondering whether you’ve had dinner or not. Or would you like the gnocchi he’s been playing with through his entire date. Or is the music that’s been quietly playing in the background would suit your questionable music taste. Everything just somehow linked back to you.

Most of the girls were nice, hell, all of them were nice. But they’re just not you.

Sometimes, he’d think it was his ego. His needs to be needed. You were so out of it and all over the place sometimes, makes him want to take care of you. You make him feel good about a lot of things.

“You look very pretty.” you hear Mark say when you step into his car. Grinning widely when you roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna shoot my shot tonight, Markie! It’s now or never. I’m tired of Haechan only seeing me as friends. I mean, I’m not all that bad, right? I’m pretty—like you just said. I’m always cheerful. I could make a great girlfriend. Don’t you think?” you bring your body forward, pestering your bestfriend for some validation. You need all the ego boost you could get for tonight.

Mark could feel his gut stirring inside. Tonight, huh?

“Earth to Markie! Hello?” you wave a hand in front of his face.

“My bad, I just randomly thought of something. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mark scrambles to turn the car on.

“Yeah, what? Are you okay, dude?” you ask genuinely concern. Your bestfriend was never the type to get all panicky. Something must’ve going on.

“Yeah, you’d make a great girlfriend.” was the last thing Mark said to you through the entire 20-minute ride to Haechan’s house.

What was supposed to be ‘the night’ for you, took turn for the absolute worst.

You were so eager to find Haechan as soon as you step into the party. The music blasting from the speakers pumping adrenaline straight to your gut.

Light airy steps got heavier the more you step into the living room. The visual of Haechan shoving his tongue down someone’s throat is all you could focus on. Smiling into the kiss like some simp in love.

Your vision’s getting blurry from the hot tears threatening to spill out. The air feels thick, the smell of booze doesn’t smell like a good time no more.

You didn’t feel the arm that suddenly wrapped around your shoulder, turning you around towards the front door. Helping you walk on your trembling limbs.

Everything was happening so fast. One second you were standing on Haechan’s living room grasping for air and the next you’re bawling your eyes out in your bestfriend’s arm. Soiling his ironed Ralph Lauren shirt with mixture of hot tears and snot.

Mark was there. Mark is always there. By your side as you pick up your shattered heart, gluing it back to together. He even helped gluing some of the pieces.

Mark was there, waiting patiently as you slowly turned back into your old self. The one he fell in love with.

Maybe what happened that night was for the best. Mark feel bad for feeling this way, but that was what you needed to finally get over Haechan.

You no longer fix your hair when Haechan walks by. You no longer care whether Haechan’s gonna be at the hang out later or not. You are over him.

“Wanna go get some Korean food?” Mark suggests over the phone.

“Kimchi jjigae?” you elaborate. Earning a groan from him.

“Something else. Literally anything except that.”

“Literally what is your problem with kimchi jjigae, Mark?!” you sound offended. Though it’s true you started eating kimchi jjigae just so you can resonate with Heachan, but over the time, you genuinely enjoy it. Annoying Mark everytime.

“I’m sick of it.” Mark groans. Never actually made his peace with the stuff you adopted when you were still head over heels towards Haechan.

“Then you pick! You know what? You’re pissing me off lately. Get that stick out of your ass before you come and talk to me!” you hang up the call before throwing your phone towards your bed.

Mark’s hands smacking the steering wheel repeatedly. Frustration consumes the better part of him. “What the fuck is your problem, dude?” Mark shouts to himself.

“Can’t fucking man up, I know that’s what.” Mark answer himself. Turning his car engine on before zooming to your place.

You barely caught you breath after cursing the hell out of Mark after the call ended earlier when someone—you obviously know who it is—starts pounding on your door.

“Open the door, please. I need you to hear me out.” Mark pleas, sounding way too soft for someone who just drove twenty miles above the speed limit all the way to your place.

You stand up immediately, stopping before you turn the door knob separating the two of you. “Are you done being an asshole? Cause I don’t have the energy to fight with you, Mark.”

“Please, open the door.” his plea sounds a lot sadder that before, weaken your pounding heart.

There are a bunch of things you expect when opening the door, but Mark, down on his knees looking defeated and red was definitely not one of them.

Mark breathes out you name, face looking up. He looked… nervous?

“I am sorry,—”

“As you should be,” you cut him off.

“Not just about earlier,” he paused, raising to his full height. Making you look up in the process. “But also for what I’m about to do”

Mark didn’t let you say anything before stepping into your personal space, catching you off guard. His hands fly up to cup each side of your face, causing heat to spread all over your body.

He breathes out your name wholeheartedly, “My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you that day. The day you were lost and can’t find our class. I’ve been running round in circles ever since. You take me to the places that alone I’d never find.”

“What are you saying, Mark?” your voice came out more like sigh.

“I can’t fight it no more. I can’t fight this feeling anymore.” Mark breathes heavily before leaning down and crashing his lips into yours.

The kiss was anything but sweet, it was filled with rage and desperation. It was filled with needs, it was like the kiss was the only thing keeping him alive. He doesn’t want the kiss, he needs it.

The shocked you felt was quickly washed off by the heat radiating from his soft lips working its way in against yours. Begging to be let it. Begging for you.

Your limp hands somehow find its strength to circle his waist, welcoming him with open arms as your lips do the same.

“What the fuck was that?” you laugh in his face when Mark finally have the decency to let you breathe.

He joins your chuckle as he connects your forehead with his. “Guess it finally get too much to handle.”

“What is?” your hands play with the hair on his nape.

“My feelings for you.” his voice lowers in volume.

You scoff, “You don’t get to feel shy after you just kissed me like a madman starving.” you try to pinch his sides. Earning a laugh so crisp you can’t help to join in.

“What took you so long?” you ask, outing yourself of knowing about his feelings already. Though it is obvious, you yourself are also afraid of pulling the trigger. Not wanting to lose the precious connection you and Mark have shared over the years.

“You knew?!” Mark shrieks in absolute horror.

You smack his forearm, “Everyone with brain size bigger than a shot glass would know, Markie!”

“Then why didn’t you say anything.” he pester, eyes still bulging out.

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t wanna risk it. What we have, you know? And I know you’d break, eventually.”

“Of course, cause if it’s me begging on my knees it wouldn’t be a problem.” he rolls his eyes.

You stand on your tippy toes before landing a quick smooch on his lips. “Just like what I planned.”

“You little minx!” he bops your nose before throwing you on the bed, joining your laugh as you try to crawl away.

Things turned out way better than neither of you expected. The afternoon spent laughing, pointing out the times any of you showed affection more than what a friend should. Laughter and shrieks of embarrassment filled the small space of your bedroom. With the craving for kimchi jjigae long forgotten.

[by-soleil]

yours

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, slight crack

Warning: wonwoo is a god sent of a man (2)

This fic was inspired by “yours - chanyeol, lee hi, changmo, raiden”

a part two of this fic >>> “pov"

•••

There are two words you often life by.

The first one being, impossible.

A word you associate to a lot of things. Call it being a pessimist, to you, it’s being realistic.

And there’s the second one, predictable.

Things in your life are mostly, if not all predictable. There’s no use wishing upon the stars, life has taught you that wishing for things would just be the first part of disappointment. The sweetest part of it.

But as if sent straight from heaven above, Jeon Wonwoo swoops in. Turning your impossible to possible and predictable to unpredictable.

The first time Wonwoo saw you was when you were burying your face in books upon books at the library. It was the monday leading up to mid-term week.

Your hair was a complete mess bunched up on top of your head, the phrase you’ve been trying to understand for a good thirty minutes now is making less sense the more you read it. Sparking tears on the inner corner of your eyes.

Covering both your eyes with neon-highlighter stained hands, you groan silently. Not wanting to burst to tears in packed library full of over sensitive college students.

Wonwoo should overlooked you. He really should. Despite looking like a deranged mess, that type of sight is nothing out of the ordinary this time of the year. Basically you’re blending in just fine with the crowd. And yet, Wonwoo’s eyes somehow pulled towards you.

The next few days, Wonwoo’s eyes kept finding you at the library. You either doing the silent groan or on the brink of consciousness trying to find a way to stay awake. Making his time at the library a tad bit more fun than usual.

On the actual week of mid-term you pretty much all caught up with the syllabus making the study time at the library more like a review time. Hence you can actually pay a little more attention on how you look. Thanking the stars you decidedly doing so.

Ditching the sluggish sweatpants, you opt for your favorite pair of jeans and a puffy cardigan to keep you somewhat warm and prepared for the early november chills.

With the library still as packed, you quickly find yourself a seat and settle down before you start reviewing your stuff.

With your study timer starts ticking and the lofi music starts pouring out of your airpods, you immerse yourself with pages upon pages of your notebook. Finally enjoying the study flow you’ve been curating since the beginning of the semester.

Having spent weeks with the same old routine inside the library, you expect no social interaction. So when the deep voice pierces thru the lofi music in your ears, it took you a few extra seconds to realize that the said voice was directed to you.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken? Wouldn’t wanna bother you but everywhere else is taken. Sorry.” Wonwoo finally say after spending the last seven minutes mustering up the courage and forming a somewhat coherent sentence.

Wonwoo’s a pretty laid back guy. Rarely get nervous, but for some reason, asking you about the empty seat he clearly knows doesn’t belong to anyone after seeing you study alone for God knows how many times now, made him so.

Wonwoo never cares who seat next to him at the library. Why would he? He didn’t even look at any of them. So him asking for permission to sit on an obviously empty seat surprises both you and himself.

“Y—yeah, sure. It’s yours.” you nod, trying your best to look away.

Mirroring what you feel inside, Wonwoo tries to keep his expression as calm before taking the seat. Murmuring a quick thank you as he does so.

Wonwoo is not one to talk or initiates a conversation first with stranger. In an unfamiliar setting, he usually just sit back and observe his surrounding. Which is why Wonwoo would notice the way you move your chair slightly towards him. And also the way you glance up at him every now and then, making the little smile appear on his face.

“Umm, what’s your name?” you quickly ask after introducing yourself, catching Wonwoo off guard.

Smiling, Wonwoo offer his hand as he introduce himself.

“Okay, since you asked me about that chair earlier, I really can’t help but thinking how nice it would be if we could save each other a seat at the library. You know since the seat is pretty much always taken…” you start off your proposal. “I mean, if I got here first then I’d save you a seat and if it was you who got here first, you save me one. How’s that sound?”

With amusement evident on his face, Wonwoo murmurs “Wow, you talk pretty fast.” making you blush out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, forget I said anyth—” you immediately apologize, feeling more embarrassed the longer Wonwoo stare at you.

“No! I mean, yeah we could do that.” Wonwoo quickly cut you off before you got the wrong idea. The fact that you initiate the conversation then the possibility of future meet ups lifts a huge weight off of Wonwoo’s shoulder.

Though the whole time sitting next to you he might look very immersed on whatever book he’s currently annotating, Wonwoo’s mind was working extra hard to formulate a way for him to introduce himself. Something he really thought he’d never do, let alone asking for a favor to save him a seat.

“Great, but if it’s too much trouble you can always say no. I was just thinking it’ll be better for both parties y’know? One less thing to worry about.” you continue to blabber, pulling a laugh from Wonwoo.

A laugh that stops you right then, captivated by how his face demeanor changes significantly. What once was a cold—borderline scary—expression melts into a sweet warm smile that resembles a cat meme you saw floating around on the internet.

“No, honestly, I’d love that. If you didn’t ask, I would’ve asked you for the same thing. Like you said, better for both of us.” he assures you, exactly the right thing to do seeing how your anxiousness is now starting to subside.

After successfully—and also shamefully—asking to save each other’s number for convenience, you both head out of the library. Matching up your class schedules to find a common ground.

Holding yourself back, afraid you might unconsciously push your luck once more and ask him for a quick lunch tomorrow.

Little did you know, Wonwoo was doing the exact same thing.

“Dude, why do you keep glancing at your watch, hot date or something?” DK teases Wonwoo who have been checking the time every few minutes.

As expected, the small chuckle followed by a brief explanation about his plan to go to the library right after lunch, got Wonwoo receiving a few heavy sighs from his friends.

“Dude, chill. You can have fun too, you know? You don’t have to work so hard all the time. It’s okay.” Joshua peeps in, giving Wonwoo a few encouraging squeezes on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I am having fun. Gotta run, tho. I’ll see y’all tonight!” Wonwoo then quickly gather all his stuff before jogging straight to the library where he promise you to be the one saving the seat.

Upon seeing your stumbling figure entering the library carrying a few heavy textbooks that you know you’ll never finish by today, Wonwoo quickly stands up and head your way.

“I got you, let me help.” Wonwoo calmly say as he took the heavy textbooks from your crumbling little fingers. Laughing when you let out a small squeak instead of thanking him.

One of the few little things Wonwoo realizes you do.

“Are you planing on getting thru all of these?” Wonwoo taps on the heavy books.

Shaking your head, you sigh. “In a perfect world, I would. But it’s not. So, I’ll just stop when my head starts steaming.” you lazily say, making it a lot funnier for Wonwoo.

“Sorry, it’s funny. You're funny.” Wonwoo throw both his hands up in defense when you throw him a questioning look.

Eyeing his workspace, you mumble quickly “You can go ahead and leave when you're done. Thank you for the seat.”

“No, I think I’ll stay.” Wonwoo chirps, making you turn your head to figure out wether he’s joking or not only to find him already sucked into whatever book he’s got open in front of him.

The next few weeks spent with the study date—a term you singlehandedly use to describe the meet ups—becoming more and more frequent. Meeting Wonwoo on a daily basis have become somewhat of a habit.

Wonwoo : Bad news, there’s no seat available. I’ve looked on both first and second floor.

You : Awh no :(((

You : I really need to prepare for my next exam, ughhhhhh.

Wonwoo : We could study at my place if you want. Or cafes great too.

You : Are you sure? That would be amazing, my roommate noisy as hell. I’ll never get anything through this thick skull of mine.

Wonwoo : Where are you? Still at the dorm? If so, I’ll pick you up.

You : Thank you, Wonwoo.

And with that, the blurred lines between you and Wonwoo seemed to be even more ambiguous.

What was once an innocent study session have turned into a real study dates where Wonwoo would rest his head on your shoulder when he can feel his head stated to steam up.

•••

Wonwoo used to wonder, what is it about you that made him attracted. It could be the sunshine and rainbow you keep showing whenever he’s around. Or it could be the ready to fight spurs of energy you seemed to always have when things take a turn for the worst. To this day Wonwoo still can’t seem to pin point the exact thing.

“What is it about you?” Wonwoo whisper to himself as he clear out the strands of hair from you sleeping face. Another study session ends up with you falling asleep on Wonwoo’s couch.

“Never letting my mind at ease, got me worrying over your well being everytime.” he continues, fingers running down your hair.

Spending more than enough time with Wonwoo have made you a pretty good guesser on what or how he feels. Or so you thought.

Wonwoo and his observant self have always been one step ahead, catching you worrying about the things you cannot control or the frustrated tears you often held back when you’re stuck on a situation with no one to talk to.

Wonwoo wish you would talk to him, he wishes you’d lay out everything to him. The good and the bad. Not showing him the fakest smile whenever you’re sad and not alone. He wishes he could be there for you, take away all your tears. He wishes you’d allow him to.

The happy go lucky facade you often sporting just made Wonwoo wonder how much trouble you bear alone.

With Wonwoo’s gentle hands caressing you out of the unconsciousness, your eyes flutter open to a pair of piercing eyes hidden behind his favorite glasses.

You smile, “How long was I out for?” you ask, enjoying the feel of Wonwoo’s big hands running down your spine.

“A few hours.” Wonwoo answers. “You’ll hurt your back sleeping here. Want me to carry you to the bed?”

“Five more minutes. I like looking at you.” you continue to smile, too happy with the state you're in right now.

Wonwoo then continue his ministration of soft hands down your back, chuckling here and there whenever you're shivering from the touch.

“Please, let me be yours.” Wonwoo suddenly blurt out. Vaporizing all hazy feeling your previous slumber had left you with.

Sitting up, you shake your head to completely wake yourself up. “What do you mean? Am I hallucinating? Are you drunk?” you squint your eyes trying to intimidate Wonwoo.

“You are not hallucinating, and no, I’m not drunk.” Wonwoo continue to laughs as he take a seat next to you on the couch.

“Then please explain further, my little brain cannot comprehend what you just said. And, no, I'm not expecting anything. I thought I heard something but I think I misheard you, so let me out of this short lived misery cause I—”

“Okay, shush—” Wonwoo stops you with a finger landing exactly in the middle of your lips. Shushing you real fast. “—I love it when you start blabbering everytime you’re caught off guard. But I can’t explain myself when you're giving me no room to talk. So, can I please continue my declaration of love?”

Your heart drops. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Thank you.” Wonwoo smiles as if he didn’t just dropped a hefty fucking bomb on your heart before continuing his so called declaration of love. “I like you, obviously, everyone can tell. But spending all these time with you and looking at you from afar, I have notice one thing. That is I want all of you. Not just your bright sunny side, I want your sadness, I want you to share it with me. I want to be the one who takes away all your tears. Seeing you always hide whatever burden you're hiding from me saddens me. I want you.”

“Wonwoo..”

“Can I please, be yours?”

“Why?” you hate to be that girl, the girl who doubt herself and seek for validation. But every word fallen out of Wonwoo’s mouth makes absolutely zero sense.

“What do you mean? You brighten my day, I laugh the most when I’m with you. And I really want you to feel how I feel when I'm with you.”

“You're kidding. Wonwoo I swear on my next final exam’s grade if you’re playing with me I will haunt you till the rest of your day. You do know I can recite a few episode of ‘how to get away with murder’ splendidly, right?”

True to Wonwoo’s fashion, he laughs. The two big hands that were holding you by the shoulder are now wrapping you tight as Wonwoo pulls you to his lap. “Are you threatening me?”

With Wonwoo cradling you like a baby, you bury your face on Wonwoo’s neck. “I know you're big but I can beat you, you know!”

“And what if I’m not playing, what are you gonna do with me?” he softly challenge.

“I'm not answering that.”

“Why?” Wonwoo continues to laugh, big strong hands going back to deliver sweet caress down your back. Melting you right into him.

With no answer coming from you, Wonwoo push you a little to get a good look on you. Beet red face you're sporting gave everything away. Warming Wonwoo’s heart.

“You keep on surprising me, I’m not used to people breaking my expectation.” you finally say, can’t stand being this close to Wonwoo’s face.

“Not my fault your expectation on people is very low. You deserve a lot of things, yet you expect the worst.” Wonwoo’s hands fly to caress your burning cheek this time.

“Better than being disappointed.”

“Then, I will try my best to not disappoint you. Ever.” and with that Wonwoo lean forward, closing the heated gaps between the two of you.

The sweet movement of Wonwoo’s lips melts the stiffness of yours, breaking the wall you’ve put up around your heart little by little.

“Do you not like this? Why aren’t you kissing me back?” Wonwoo breathe into the kiss.

“No, I do. Keep going. I'm just shocked, that’s all.”

With your words in mind, Wonwoo deepens the kiss but stopping not long after when he can no longer contain his laugh.

“I’m sorry you're too funny. Why were you so stiff at first.” Wonwoo turn his face to release a held back laughter.

“Great, now I'm turned on and you're laughing. Greaaaaaat.” you sulk, lifting yourself to get off of Wonwoo’s lap.

“No, no, no, where are you going. I’m sorry. Let’s go again, I won’t laugh this time.” Wonwoo tries to deliver the sentence with straight face but failed miserably.

With disbelief you try to contain your laughter. “I can’t believe you. My ego is fucking bruised right now, and you’re still laughing?”

“You’re also trying not to laugh right now.” Wonwoo points out the obvious.

“We could’ve had a very hot and romantic night just now if it weren’t for your laughing.” you continue to act baffled with the laughter threatening to burst.

“We still could, come on. I'm sorry, I promise I won’t laugh.” Wonwoo quickly say but his laughter slipping out little by little.

“I think you need to calm down.” you finally laugh alongside Wonwoo. Burrying you face between his pecks, you let out all the laughter you’ve been holding with Wonwoo holding the both of you from shaking.

And with that, what supposedly a long hot night filled with affection was spent laughing and trying to calm each other down.

An odd way to end a night where two people come forward to bare out their feelings for one another, but with Wonwoo, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

•••

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pov

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Warning: wonwoo is a god sent of a man

This fic was inspired by “pov - ariana grande”

•••

You’ve seen people stutter, in loss for words when they’re asked “What’s the best thing that has ever happened to you?” If you were to be asked the same question a year ago, you might’ve did the same thing. Stutter and be in loss for words.

But if they ask you the very question today. You can pridefully answer with a happy smile plastered all over your face, “Jeon Wonwoo.”

All your life, you’ve seen people being happily in love, for it to only last a short amount of time. After the sweet lovey dovey period pass, comes the storm. The storm that would leave people in tears, heartbreaks upon heartbreaks and never ending travesty.

Past relationships of yours did nothing to break the stereotypes. Every single relationship ending with misery. Making you realize that it’s not worth the pain if you ever decided to try again.

But then, Wonwoo happened.

It’s like he got superpowers. Jumping straight out of your deepest fantasy. Breaking every fear and accusations. Granting you all the wishes you’re even too scared to dream of. The embodiment of the perfect man.

The first time you met Wonwoo was at a football game. He was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. Very appropriate for the late September weather.

Wonwoo was calm, he wasn’t loud. Unlike his friends who was hollering the whole entirety of the game, he only threw a couple excited ‘Yes!’ every now and then. Making him stand out even more.

“Who’s that?” you finally give in and ask one of your friends. Can’t help yourself from glancing over to his direction way too many times.

“Which one? Be more specific. There’s literally a dozen guys if not more over there.”

“That one, the one with glasses.” you try to conceal your pointing fingers with your purse. “Does he even go here? Haven’t seen him before.”

Your friends started laughing. Landing them a confused annoyed look from you, “Bitch, don’t even think about it. He’s way too good for fucked up bitches like us.”

Rolling your eyes, you glance at his direction one last time. Your friends are right, he’s probably too nice for an insecure heartless girl like yourself. You don’t even believe in love anymore. Not after all the heartbreak you went through.

“Guess you’re right. Relationships are a waste of time anyway.”

•••

“Excuse me, is this seat taken? Wouldn’t wanna bother you but everywhere else is taken. Sorry.” a deep voice penetrates through the lofi music playing from your airpods.

You turned your head with a slight annoyance and was about to snap only to find the mysteriously calm guy from that home game a couple of weeks ago. This time dressed in a warm beige pullover contrasting his jet black hair.

You took a few seconds to soak in his appearance. His eyes were the sharpest thing you had ever seen despite being covered with his glasses. And his nose was red, probably due to the rapid drops of temperature in the early November weather.

“Yeah, sure. It’s yours.” you nod, trying your best to look away.

“Thank you.” he calmly say before taking the only empty seat next to you. Mid-term week would have the library filled up to the brim.

To this day you really couldn’t comprehend the crazy urges that came over you that day, the one that made you turn your seat slightly towards him so you could glance at him easier. Or the one that have you asked for his name and suggested that you two should save each other seats at the library.

“What the fuck? Did you just came out of the library while talking to Wonwoo?” your friend’s jaw drops as you meet her on the bench to eat the take-out she’s currently holding up for you to take.

“You know him? Did you asked for extra sauce?”

“Yeah, I got like 3 classes with him. And I did, had to pay extra for those. Don’t change the subject, why were you talking to Wonwoo?” your friend demands as she hands you the little containers of sauce.

Drenching your lunch with sauce, you answer nonchalantly. “He sat next to me at the library. We talked, that’s all. And I’ll pay for my sauces don’t you worry, love.” you wink at your friends.

“He’s very cute ain’t he? He’s single I think. But you gotta shoot your shot fast cause I know for a fact half of the girls in my class are crushing on him.” your friends wiggling her eyes in a very teasing manner.

You sigh loudly, confused wether you’re happy with knowing that he’s single or a tad bit jealous thinking he got girls drooling all over him.

Shaking your head to rid yourself the ridiculous thoughts, you snap at your friend. “Shut up, you know I don’t do relationship. Besides we’ve only just met, so calm your fucking tits.”

Rolling her eyes, your friend swallows her food before murmuring lazily, too familiar with your cynicality. “Yeah, yeah, you and your stupid relationship bullshit. I’m just saying that Wonwoo’s a catch and a ton of people I know tryna fish.”

And this time it is your turn to roll your eyes at your friend, acting as if you have no care in the world yet your night ends with you staring at the ceiling wondering why this particular man with a smile that turns his eyes into slits wouldn’t leave your mind.

•••

Your friend : I swear if you stood me up again, I will never talk to you ever again!!!!!! You couldn’t possibly be studying on a friday night!!!!!!!

You : Babe, I fucking love you, you know I do. But I have to take a raincheck tonight. Pls don’t hate me <3

Your friend : You better gave me a solid fucking reason. Our whole friendship depends on it.

You : I have a date… with Wonwoo… How’s that for a reason?

Your friend : ????????? SPILL!!!!!!

You : STOP CALLING ME OR I’ll BLOCK YOUR ASS! I’ll tell you everything tonight!

Your friend : YOU BETTER!

And with that you threw your phone on the bed before going back to your make up. Rushing as you glance at the time, knowing Wonwoo would be here soon.

If the countless study dates you’ve been on with Wonwoo have taught you one thing, it’s that Jeon Wonwoo is a punctual man, showing up exactly on the dot every single time. So it’s no surprise to you when your phone rings at exactly 5 PM.

“Hey. I’d open the car door for you but I know you’ll just make fun of me for it. You know.. the whole cheesy gentleman stuff you hate.” Wonwoo welcomes you with a smile as you sit yourself on his passenger seat.

You had to remind yourself to breathe as you take in his appearance. Wonwoo in leather jacket should be a crime. No, Wonwoo in any kinda clothing would look so good it should be a crime. But then again, Wonwoo without any clothing would—

You shake your head vigorously to get rid of the thoughts. Fastening your seat belt as a distraction from the man seated on the driver seat staring at you with the biggest smile plastered on his face. “Looks like you know me better than I do.”

And you weren’t wrong. Not at all. Over the next few weeks, Wonwoo has proven he knows you like the back of his hand.

Wonwoo would casually do these sweet little things you never thought would spread warmth in your chest, like giving you the last piece of pizza or opting to switch your matcha latte with his macchiato when the barista got your order wrong, knowing you wouldn’t have the heart to call the barista out and would just pretend to drink the matcha latte.

You didn’t realized it at first, but Wonwoo has changed you for the better. Often times you’re shocked on how easy it is for you to let go of your ego and own up to you mistakes to him. Only to him though.

“We should’ve just took the next exit, babe. Look at the traffic.” Wonwoo laughs at the ridiculous amount of unmoving cars in front of you. He wasn’t saying it to make you feel bad about insisting to take the current exit. No, Wonwoo would never do that.

The old you would’ve fire back at him. Telling him something along the lines of how should you know that there’s going to be a power line collision that blocked the traffic flow. But instead, you just sigh, “I know, I should’ve just listened to you. I’m sorry, babe.”

Looking very confused, Wonwoo takes your hand and bring it to his lips. “Don’t be ridiculous, babe. How would you know that the traffic’s gonna be backed up?” Wonwoo continue to pepper kisses on you top of your hand. Sending shivers down your spine. “Besides, this means we got more time to listen to that favorite boyband of yours.”

In this very moment, you are now speechless. He is definitely too good to be true.

•••

Life with Wonwoo feels secure, safe if you will. Not that there’s someone out there trying to get you, but you just feel safe when you’re with him. It’s a warm kind of safe. The kind only Wonwoo could provide.

Night’s without his raspy voice lulling you to sleep felt like a nightmare. Hours not spent looking at his piercing eyes felt like it was moving half the speed.

Sometimes you would find yourself wondering how much you’ve changed.

You, the girl who’s no longer believe in love, let alone being in a relationship is now spending most of your time glued to Wonwoo’s side willingly.

You, who pretty much always refuse any form of kindness from other people, thinking you don’t deserve it or scared with the burden of not being able to return the kindness, is now accepting everything Wonwoo is giving you willingly. Be it affection or pretty books he ordered for you with no special occasion.

These changes not only surprises you but also people around you. Shocked gasps echos in you friend group whenever you brought Wonwoo along. Talking about how wild it is for you to be stuck to a guy this long when you usually only stay with a man for two weeks tops.

“Babe, do you.. maybe.. wanna meet my friends?” Wonwoo asked nervously one night. Looking down at you who’s currently laying on the couch with your head resting on his lap. Wonwoo’s finger playing with your hair as the two of you catch up on the latest marvel series that just keep coming.

Hearing him being nervous made you chuckle, “Why do you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you're nervous or something. And yes, I would love to meet your friends.” you smile at him as one of your hand reach up to pat the side of his face. Making Wonwoo smile back before he leans in and plant the sweetest kiss on your forehead.

You’ve seen his friends a few times but never actually meet them before. His friends are loud, you wouldn’t think Wonwoo would hang out with them given his very calm and collected personality.

You remember clearly how Wonwoo caught your eyes that night, sitting calmly enjoying the game as his friends noisily holler at every single little thing that happened. Meanwhile Wonwoo would just casually balling his fist with excitement whenever your school scored a point.

“Do you think they’re gonna like me?” you ask Wonwoo, suddenly feel nervous as he backs his car into the driveway. It was a small get together held in one of his friends name Hoshi’s house.

Being the over analyzing person that you are, you asked Wonwoo to give you a brief explanation about his friend group. Apparently there are thirteen of them including Wonwoo. They’ve been friends since a long time ago, hence why he’s so comfortable around them despite their differences.

“They would, trust me. I’m just scared you’re gonna get overwhelmed. Cause they sometimes could be too much.” Wonwoo pauses, his hands fly to the either side of your face, giving you a small squeeze of reassurance before continuing, “Especially Hoshi, Seungkwan dan DK. If you ever need me to swoop in and get you out of there just wave your hand and I’ll come to the rescue.” he jokes, planting a quick peck on your nose.

You’re pretty sure your heart just did a backflip.

Keeping you close to his side, Wonwoo lead the two of you to the main living room where you can definitely hear the extravagant noise of singing and laughing.

And right when they spot the two of you everyone who was sitting automatically stand up and clapping, meanwhile the one who’s already standing rushed to welcome the both of you.

“Oh wow, you’re so pretty, no wonder Wonwoo would rather hang out with you. Can’t blame him.” says the guy who introduced himself as Jeonghan earlier, making you burst out laughing. Can’t handle the cheesy compliment.

“Okay! Passed! She’s not the shy type, like the one Seungcheol always bring. Good job Wonwoo!” Seungkwan semi-shout, gathering everyones attention. Pulling laughs from everyone except from Seungcheol.

And with that you easily insert yourself with the fun dynamic Wonwoo’s friend group always seemed to carry. Spending the night laughing, singing and dancing along to the choreographed routine that Hoshi’s just made on the spot.

You were having so much fun with Wonwoo’s friend, you sometime would psyched yourself out thinking he would stare you down and be mad cause you’re being too close with his friends only to find him sitting comfortably smiling warmly at you, enjoying the performance you put out with his friends.

When it was time to go home, you can feel your heart beating fast walking beside Wonwoo to his car. He hasn’t said a word to you. Not until the two of you seated inside his car.

“Did you have fun?” you hear him say, you’re too afraid to look at him.

Staring down at your intertwined fingers, you answer him. “Wonwoo I’m sorry, I should’ve known the limit. I was being too friendly with your friends. I’m sorry.” you softly plea.

A few seconds passed with no sound heard from the both of you. Then Wonwoo chuckles. “Babe, look at me.” he softly say, putting his long fingers under your chin to advert your gaze towards him. “Why are you saying sorry? I love how you get along with my friends.”

To say that you are in shock is an understatement.

“Wh.. what?” you stutter, finally have the courage to look into his eyes.

“Babe, why are you trembling? Do you feel sick?” Wonwoo panics, grabbing you with two strong arms. You can see the evident worry in his beautiful eyes.

And at that moment you are flabbergasted. You couldn’t believe that this person sitting right in front of you, whose currently in the state of panicking thinking you’re not feeling well is real. You really thought he was saving his rage for you to hear now. And you have every single one of your friend’s toxic relationship to blame for it.

A person like Wonwoo exist.

And right now you can feel yourself falling and falling into him. Every baggage you’ve been packing seemed to be fading and now, all you can see is Wonwoo.

Catching him off guard, you launch yourself forward pass the car console and into his lap.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” you chant into his neck. Can’t find it in you to look him straight in the eyes.

Still shocked, Wonwoo run his hands down your back in attempt to soothe you. “Hey, are you okay?”

Sensing the warm tears spilling down your face to his neck, Wonwoo abruptly pull you away from him to really make sure you’re okay. “Hey, hey, what happen? I’m lost, why are you crying, babe. Did I do something?”

With staggered breath you finally manage to say, “I have never felt so loved and trusted. Nobody ever loved me like you do.”

You can see Wonwoo’s shoulder relaxed as if a huge weight was lifted off of it. “Oh baby, if only you could see yourself through my eyes.” Wonwoo softly say with his hands running up and down your arms. “I know, you don’t like me being cheesy but let me say this one time. You deserve it, babe. You deserve all my love and more. I hate how you always doubt yourself and thinking you’re not deserving of what you have.”

Partly because you’re starting to blush hearing the sweet, sweet words falling from Wonwoo’s mouth, you hide yourself with both your hands. “I really wish I could love me the way that you love me. The way I love you.”

“I hope so too, babe. But I’ll be here and I will love you until you see how much you’re worth.” You can feel Wonwoo’s fingers circle your wrists and pulling it down so he could stare right into your eyes.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Wonwoo whispers as he inches closer.

And as soon as you close your eyes, you can feel the warmth of Wonwoo’s lips on yours. Moving softly against yours in the sweetest pace.

Sighing, you let yourself melt into the kiss, into him.

You don’t know which stars to thank for bringing Wonwoo into your life. All you know is you’re forever grateful of having your perfect boyfriend by your side, through thick and thin.

Making you love not only him but also yourself more with every passing day.

•••

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good person

Pairing: Lee Haechan x Female Reader

Word Count: 1k+

Genre: more angst😔

Warning: One-sided love (from both sides lmao), Oblivious bestfriend(s), like seriously wake up you two.

This fic was inspired by "Good Person - Lee Haechan"

a part two of this fic >>> "if we were a movie"

•••

You exhale loudly as your shoulder rolls forward. Completely ignoring the constant warning thrown at you about the importance of having a good posture by your mom.

Another date ends with you excusing yourself, can’t bear the pain throbbing in your chest any longer. The pain of knowing that the person sitting across from you at the dinner table is some random guy you said yes to and not Haechan.

You like Haechan—no you love Haechan. A feeling that you didn’t realize was even there. Having start with a sweet innocent friendship since grade school that developed into a strong bond over the years. Hence why now the both of you have each other’s number listed as emergency contact.

You used to believe that the story between you and Haechan would end up with the both of you yielding and finally come clean about the feelings the both of you have been harboring for each other. Just like what you saw in movies.

But after years sitting front row on every shenanigans Haechan indulged himself in with girls upon girls, you realized that not every movie has a happy ending.

“Hello?” Haechan’s sleepy voice answered your call, making you glance at the watch circling your wrist. 11:23 P.M. Great.

“Were you sleeping? Shit, I’m so sorry.” you apologize, feeling bad for waking Haechan up for some ridiculous favor. Not that he would mind, he never minds when it comes to you.

Haechan lets out a chuckle, a heavenly sound you wish you could drown yourself into every night. “I’m awake now.” Haechan’s voice suddenly turns after hearing the vague traffic noises in the background. “Where are you?” he preses.

“Downtown… Just had a bad date,” you lie. The date wasn’t bad and the guy you were on a date with was a total sweetheart. It was the realization that it will never be Haechan sitting across from you, holding your hand sweetly that ruin the night. It was you who ruin the night.

“Don’t go anywhere, stay somewhere crowded and send me your location.” Haechan semi-shout, you can hear him fiddling with the blanket looking for his keys before the phone call ended.

This is the problem. You don’t know what is it with Haechan, you never do. Is he doing all these for the sake of being a good friend? Or is there something more? Oh, you fucking wish there is.

•••

Haechan’s body goes rigid the second he spots you sitting on the sidewalk with your head buried to your chest. A mix of emotions coursing through his veins, making him gritting his teeth.

“Hey, are you okay?” Haechan’s warm finger squeezes your shoulder before taking off his jacket and draping it over your freezing frame.

Haechan would never say it out loud, but he wishes you would just stop agreeing to every date offer coming your way.

“Were you crying? Did that jerk said something awful to you?” Did he break your heart? Haechan continue asking but left the last question unsaid.

You shake your head weakly. Afraid you might shed more tears with the sight of Haechan looking mad worry over your well-being.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong this time? Cause I can’t stand looking at you being this sad over a date.” Haechan pleas, one of his hand fly to your back and start moving in soothing circular motion. Meanwhile his other hand pushing the warm chamomile tea he ordered earlier to your hands.

“Thank you, Haechan. You are such a good person.” you finally speak.

And with those words, Haechan’s first smile for the night appears.

•••

“You two should date. Wait, why aren’t you guys dating?” Jeno nonchalantly ask as he munch on his nth bag of jellies.

A round of hums was heard a second after, agreeing with Jeno.

“Definitely, you guys are always together anyway. I really thought you guys were a couple at first.” Renjun adds, pulling a nervous laughter from you.

A laugh that would haunt Haechan’s mind as he stay up all night, smiling, staring at the ceiling. Wondering what it would actually be like if you guys were a couple. Overwhelmed with happiness with just that thought alone.

Haechan is a popular guy. He’s no mean a popular athlete, nor he is a mega rich brat that throws the best parties. He’s popular because he’s simply who he is. Because he’s Haechan.

Haechan always have girls lining up for him. Be it cheerleaders, overachieving know-it-alls or even the band geeks. Everyone is just waiting for their time to be noticed by him. Everyone including you.

Haechan was always fine with being alone. He never cared, having you around him most of the time was enoug for him. It’s your nagging about his habit of brushing girls off that finally snapped him into going on dates after dates with girls he barely care about.

The more it goes, going on dates with random girls have turned into an escapism for Heachan. Something to get his mind off of the fact that you always say yes to guys asking for your time.

“This is my bestest friend in the whole wide world.” you drunkenly blurt out as you introduce Haechan to the guy you’re currently dating. Calling him to pick you up from Haechan’s birthday was probably the dumbest thing to do. Given the annoyed smile plastered over Haechan’s face for the rest of the night. An annoyance you’re absolutely clueless about.

Haechan was never insecure about himself. He was raised so well, he never seek any validation from other people. None except from you. And now, looking at you all cozied up with your designer wearing boyfriend and his fancy watch that shines a little too bright under the dim light, he feels small.

So small, Haechan wishes time would just pass by until that guy eventually break your heart and you have nowhere to turn back to except him.

•••

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obsessed

Pairing: Oh Sehun x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Genre: fluff, sooo much fluff

This fic was inspired by “Obsessed - Miley Cyrus”

•••

“Have you ever been so in love, you’d catch yourself smiling like a schoolgirl with just the thought of him alone?” you ask your friends as you throw your phone on the couch. The conversation you just had with your boyfriend left you grinning like a fool.

“You’re obsessed with Sehun, we get it. Damn, quit throwing it on our faces.” one of your friends semi-shout, your shenanigans about the perfect guy you’re so lucky to call boyfriend is getting too repetitive.

You throw them an even bigger smile, “I am, I have it so bad.”

How to even begin when it comes to Sehun. His looks? Straight out of the magazine. His personality? Even better, probably the only person that could—and are willing to—deal with your over the top neediness.

Upon meeting Sehun the first time, you had no idea that you’d eventually turn into this cheesy girlfriend that clings to her man you used to roll your eyes at. Sehun just making it so hard for you not to. Time not spent with him is filled with the urge to call him just so you know he’s there.

From the outside looking in, him being the calm and always put together type of guy is the total opposite of your loud and messy personality. But what they don’t get to see is the sweet, caring—sometimes even bratty—Sehun that you love so much.

•••

“What would I do tonight? I don’t like sleeping without you.” you mumble to his back. Height difference left your face snuggled in between his shoulder blades. Hands around his waist tightens with the thought of sleeping alone.

Sehun chuckles, enjoying how needy you become every time the two of you will spent a few days apart because of work. “You’ll be fine, babe. It’s just a few days, I’ll have you snuggled to sleep in no time.” Sehun taps your arms around his abdomen to let you know the coffee he’s making is ready and he’s going to move.

Whining and shaking your head, you try to match Sehun’s movement towards the couch, not willing to let go just yet.

“I’ll spill this coffee everywhere if you keep doing that, let go for a sec, babe.” Sehun taps your arms once again.

Finally letting go, you quickly snuggle yourself on the couch next to him. Making people think you might have an allergic reaction if you were to be separated from your boyfriend for more than a few minutes.

“Should I just quit my job and apply to one that doesn’t require me fly out every now and then so I could be here all the time?” you jokingly ask, both knowing you’d never do that cause you love your job so much—except for the flying out part.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, babe, I’ve begged you to quit your job and come work for me for how long now?” Sehun leans down to plant a quick kiss to your head. “But you always so stubborn.”

You roll your eyes, “Duh, obviously cause I would never get anything done at work if you’re somewhere in 100 feet radius. I’d jump you every few hours, you know.”

“I wouldn’t mind, honestly.” Sehun grins.

You scoff, playfully hitting his torso only to be distracted by the hard muscles underneath his t-shirt. “Tell that to your mean secretary. She hates me, you know.”

“No, she didn’t. She’s such a nice person.” Sehun’s hand find yours, intertwining the fingers.

“Can’t blame her tho, If I were her I’d hate the girl fucking the guy I have the fattest crush on too.” you shrug nonchalantly.

“You’re crazy, you know?” Sehun shakes his head. Setting his coffee down before pulling you even more into his embrace.

“It’s okay, I understand. How can someone be around you all day for years and not have a crush on you? Impossible, I mean, look at you?” you ask sounding a bit offended that someone could look this close to perfection. Thanking the heavens everyday he’s yours.

“I think you’ve ruined other people for me. I don’t think I’ll survive the day without being complimented at least ten times a day now.” Sehun throws his head back on the couch.

“Great, exactly how I want it to be! You’re stuck with me!” you stretch your neck to plant a kiss on his favorite spot right underneath his ear. Making him release the deepest sounding laugh that spreads warmth inside of you.

•••

You can’t sleep. Exactly how you predicted.

Tossing and turning for hours, the hotel’s queen sized bed felt extra spacious with no one to share it with. Pulling up your phone, you check the time.

3:11 A.M. You need to be up in a few hours for the morning meetings you have all scheduled.

Contemplating hard whether or not you should call your boyfriend just to hear his voice this late.

Knowing you’ll never get the sleep you need to function properly the next day without hearing Sehun’s voice, you dial his number.

It took a few beeps before Sehun’s raspy laughs reach your ears, needing no explanation as to why you’re calling him at 3 in the morning “Can’t sleep, huh, babe?”

“Sorry,” you somewhat plea, then huff when you realize how sleepy Sehun sounds, “but you’re sleeping just fine I guess.”

“I’ve cracked the code, you know. I worked out real hard after dinner so by the time I’m done showering I have no energy left and just passed out.” you can hear Sehun shifts to a more comfortable position on the bed.

“That’s so smart. Could’ve told me though, I just spent hours tossing and turning, looking at old pictures we took on that ski trip.” you confess, though it didn’t actually bother you that you just spent hours looking at cute pictures of you and Sehun while mentally planning for your next getaway together.

Sehun’s raspy laughs sounding more like a lullaby as it reaches your ear. “Let’s go skiing, I wanna go ski. You still owe me a snowboarding lesson.” Sehun suggests excitedly while reminding you about the stupid bet you lose a few months ago.

“Babe, it’s July. I’d rather us fly to Hawaii, wouldn’t it be fun, no?”

“I’m sure there’s an all year round resort somewhere in Europe.” he states not willing to give up the ski shenanigans, pulling a groan from you.

Sehun whines, showing the side of him other people rarely see. The bratty Sehun deep within slowly making an appearance. “But, babeee.. Imagine how fun it will be. Europe is small, we can even go to Nice if you’re so keen on going to the beach.”

Shaking your head, you laugh at Sehun’s attempt to get what he wants. Being born as the youngest have grant him a lot of things throughout his life. “You’re impossible.”

“I’ll schedule the flight, resort and everything, all you gotta do is just sit tight and be pretty next to me.” Sehun excitedly promise, sounding even more cute with all the excitement in his voice.

“You mean, you’ll get your people to get the flight and everything?” you tease him, fully knowing he would never do it himself with all the works he’s got on his plate.

You can hear Sehun clacking his tongue slightly annoyed, “Same thing, babe, same thing. So, put it in your calendar, a week of European getaway with the love of your life.” Sehun grins at the end of his sentence.

“Yes, sir!” you give in easily. You always give in when it comes to Sehun, be it him persuading you until you give in or you and your very low resistance when it comes to Sehun. Nevertheless, it’s like he’s got you under a spell or something. “Is this what it feels like when you're in love? Cause I really really like the way it feels.” you stupidly grin.

The call goes silent for a few seconds, making you pull away to make sure it wasn’t the connection.

Hearing no response you continue, “Am I obsessed with you? Cause I do my best no to want you, this much.” you take a deep, deep breath. “But I do, I do all the time.”

“I really really wish I could kiss you right now.” Sehun breathes, the tone of his voice spreading warmth from your chest all the way to your fingertips.

“Great, now I for sure wouldn’t be able to sleep.” you groan loudly, the image of Sehun kissing you tenderly flashes. Hating the fact that the kiss would have to wait for another day.

“You started it!” Sehun fires back. “Who’s mentioning how good it feels to be in love with me and how you want me even though you tried no to? Not me!”

“Umm, you told me to clear my schedule for a getaway with the love of my life!” you snap right back, emphasizing the last few words for dramatic effect. If Sehun were here, you absolutely sure he would be rolling his eyes in annoyance.

The both of you started cackling, laughing at how ridiculous the last few minutes was.

“Go to sleep, babe. You have an 8 AM, no?” Sehun finally say when the both of you finish laughing.

“I do.” you yawn, the haziness finally seeps in. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, babe. I’ll see you Thursday.” he promises before the two of you exchange I love yous and end the call.

Feeling somewhat of a relief, you set your alarm before putting your phone away. Going back to stare at the ceiling of the hotel room before slowly drifting off to sleep.

•••

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Stay Stay Stay

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Pairing: Park Jisung x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4K+

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: kissing, traumas from past relationship, perfect boyfriend jisung

This fic was inspired by "Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift"

•••

When they way you’ve been treated all this time is barely meeting the bare minimum, a lot of things surprises you.

Before him, you never knew a small gesture like a hand hovering over your head just so you don’t hit your head when you enter his car could give you the feeling of thousands of butterflies swarming inside of you.

Or when he hooks his fingers on your not-so-heavy book bag strap just so you don’t have to bear the full weight walking to his car after you refused to let him carry the bag.

Before him, a fight would consists of both parties throwing things around and screaming to the top of your lungs cussing each other out. Game night usually felt like a roller coaster of emotions. Praying and hoping your school would win just so you don’t have to face your boyfriends rage and tempery attitude later on that night. But not with him. Not with Jisung.

Jisung always wonder, why is your expectation on other people set very low? To be honest, it's probably because you haven't actually felt what it's like to be treated right.

But then, Jisung show you how good it feels to be loved to the point you question the reality. Is this a dream? Do I actually deserve him?

“I am so sorry, J.” you whimper, feeling bad and extremely anxious that you would miss his first home game this season. Silently cursing to whoever alumni that made the tradition of first home game being a big fucking deal.

You can hear Jisung raspy voice as he chuckle, "Babe, its fine. Trust me, I'm not mad. It's a family emergency and family always come first." He assures you. His big hands that squeezed your shoulder earlier now moving up to cup your flamed cheeks.

You're now confused, even after dating him for a few months now, you still couldn't phantom and get used to how kind Jisung's heart is. How caring and understanding this man in front of you could be.

The lack of response from you, made Jisung tilt your face up. Forcing you to look at his adorable smile that showcase his gums. Something he told you he's insecure about, adding more things that confuses you about him. Cause his smile is one of the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

"Babe, I promise you I'll be fine. Who cares about the stupid first home game tradition. I know you want to be there for me tonight and that's enough for me." Jisung leans in to kiss the top of your head before continuing, "Now let me drive you home."

"What, no! Baby, you'll miss your pre-game meal." you respond almost instantly.

"I'll just get something to go and you can feed me on the way to your place." He winks, making your heart skips to what feels like a thousand beats.

With disbelief prominently hovering on your face, you try to stand higher on your tippy toes and snake your arms around his neck. Whispering more to yourself, "What did I do to deserve you?"

That very car ride with Jisung filled with nothing but laughter. Who would've thought you would find his very dad-like jokes funny to the point your stomach hurts. Or when he's telling his jokes in such a nonchalant way you'd almost miss it but ended up getting it and cracking up even more a few minutes later.

Your life has definitely changed for the better. And the only person you can think of as to why it did is him.

•••

During the wonderful months of being Jisungs girlfriend, you barely argue with him let alone be in a fight. So when that frightening night where you threw your phone across the room at him happened, you really thought you've seen the end of your wonderful relationship as the phone crashed on the hardwood flooring.

You know its mostly your fault, whatever it is that lead to Jisung finally snap at you. But thanks to the pricks you dated before him, instead of apologizing, you snap right back. Adding fuel into the fire Jisung try so hard to keep at bay.

"I knew it, its always gonna be my fault! I'm the fucked up one here!" you scream, pulling your hair so hard hoping it would distract you from the pain you feel in your chest that you cause yourself.

Jisung who just barely manage to dodge your violent throw says nothing. He stand still by your bed. Watching you fight the battle you're currently having against yourself. No sight of anger shown in his stare anymore. Only worry, pity and love.

You no longer can feel your surrounding. Everything feel suffocating, dark. Your cry fills the room. Leaning towards past experiences, you know Jisung had left. The thought of you losing him adds salt to your wounded heart.

Suddenly you feel a pair of strong arms you know all too well wrapping around your shaking body. Easing the pain away with each stroke and squeeze. Taking you deeper into the realm of unconsciousness.

Jisung only sits there. Holding you tight through your breakdown, preventing you from falling apart. Your very own safety net.

•••

"Okay, let's talk." is the first thing Jisung say as he steps into your bedroom in his football gear coming straight from Sunday practice. The slight smile he forces out did nothing to hide his evident tiredness from having to practice everyday.

All the more reason for you to feel guilty over being this annoying needy girlfriend instead of being the one who supposed to give him comfort in one of the hardest season your school football team has ever seen.

Jisung slowly approaches you whose looking up to him with teary, hopeful eyes.

"Stay," you manage to sound out despite the invisible chokehold you're currently under. "Stay," you repeat as Jisung steps even closer towards your bed. "Stay."

When Jisung finally climbed up the bed and pull you into a warm hug you thought you'd never feel again, you lost it. Crying, circling your arms around his neck, burying your messed-up face in the crook of his neck. Pouring everything out.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I know I don't say this enough. But you are literally the best thing that's ever happen to me. And I love you. Hell, I've been loving you for quite sometime now." you continue to sob, staining his uniform.

With his raspy voice that you love so much, he chuckled "Shhhh.. I know baby, I know." his hands moving against your back, soothing you.

This man is a literal saint.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you. I’ve also been loving you,” he pauses. His hands reaches for your face, catching tears that fall before continuing, “for quite a long time now.”

The tears only fall harder hearing this gorgeous of a man saying everything right with sincerity in his eyes. With love in his eyes.

Jisungs face move forward, continuing to catch your tears with his lips this time. Sending shivers down your spine, making you chuckle.

“That’s more like it. Stop crying, okay? I know I said you look cute when you’re mad. But I don’t like it when you cry.” he finishes off with planting the sweetest kiss on your lips.

“Stay.” you sigh between kisses. No answer from Jisung, instead he deepens the kiss.

“Stay with me J, stay.” you plea once more.

When Jisung finally break off the kiss. His hands go back to the either side of your face. Forheads touching. “I am not going anywhere and I sure do hope you’re planning on doing the same thing. Cause it’ll only work out if both of us stay.”

•••

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Stay Stay Stay

Pairing: Park Jisung x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4K+

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: kissing, traumas from past relationship, perfect boyfriend jisung

This fic was inspired by "Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift"

•••

When they way you’ve been treated all this time is barely meeting the bare minimum, a lot of things surprises you.

Before him, you never knew a small gesture like a hand hovering over your head just so you don’t hit your head when you enter his car could give you the feeling of thousands of butterflies swarming inside of you.

Or when he hooks his fingers on your not-so-heavy book bag strap just so you don’t have to bear the full weight walking to his car after you refused to let him carry the bag.

Before him, a fight would consists of both parties throwing things around and screaming to the top of your lungs cussing each other out. Game night usually felt like a roller coaster of emotions. Praying and hoping your school would win just so you don’t have to face your boyfriends rage and tempery attitude later on that night. But not with him. Not with Jisung.

Jisung always wonder, why is your expectation on other people set very low? To be honest, it's probably because you haven't actually felt what it's like to be treated right.

But then, Jisung show you how good it feels to be loved to the point you question the reality. Is this a dream? Do I actually deserve him?

“I am so sorry, J.” you whimper, feeling bad and extremely anxious that you would miss his first home game this season. Silently cursing to whoever alumni that made the tradition of first home game being a big fucking deal.

You can hear Jisung raspy voice as he chuckle, "Babe, its fine. Trust me, I'm not mad. It's a family emergency and family always come first." He assures you. His big hands that squeezed your shoulder earlier now moving up to cup your flamed cheeks.

You're now confused, even after dating him for a few months now, you still couldn't phantom and get used to how kind Jisung's heart is. How caring and understanding this man in front of you could be.

The lack of response from you, made Jisung tilt your face up. Forcing you to look at his adorable smile that showcase his gums. Something he told you he's insecure about, adding more things that confuses you about him. Cause his smile is one of the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

"Babe, I promise you I'll be fine. Who cares about the stupid first home game tradition. I know you want to be there for me tonight and that's enough for me." Jisung leans in to kiss the top of your head before continuing, "Now let me drive you home."

"What, no! Baby, you'll miss your pre-game meal." you respond almost instantly.

"I'll just get something to go and you can feed me on the way to your place." He winks, making your heart skips to what feels like a thousand beats.

With disbelief prominently hovering on your face, you try to stand higher on your tippy toes and snake your arms around his neck. Whispering more to yourself, "What did I do to deserve you?"

That very car ride with Jisung filled with nothing but laughter. Who would've thought you would find his very dad-like jokes funny to the point your stomach hurts. Or when he's telling his jokes in such a nonchalant way you'd almost miss it but ended up getting it and cracking up even more a few minutes later.

Your life has definitely changed for the better. And the only person you can think of as to why it did is him.

•••

During the wonderful months of being Jisungs girlfriend, you barely argue with him let alone be in a fight. So when that frightening night where you threw your phone across the room at him happened, you really thought you've seen the end of your wonderful relationship as the phone crashed on the hardwood flooring.

You know its mostly your fault, whatever it is that lead to Jisung finally snap at you. But thanks to the pricks you dated before him, instead of apologizing, you snap right back. Adding fuel into the fire Jisung try so hard to keep at bay.

"I knew it, its always gonna be my fault! I'm the fucked up one here!" you scream, pulling your hair so hard hoping it would distract you from the pain you feel in your chest that you cause yourself.

Jisung who just barely manage to dodge your violent throw says nothing. He stand still by your bed. Watching you fight the battle you're currently having against yourself. No sight of anger shown in his stare anymore. Only worry, pity and love.

You no longer can feel your surrounding. Everything feel suffocating, dark. Your cry fills the room. Leaning towards past experiences, you know Jisung had left. The thought of you losing him adds salt to your wounded heart.

Suddenly you feel a pair of strong arms you know all too well wrapping around your shaking body. Easing the pain away with each stroke and squeeze. Taking you deeper into the realm of unconsciousness.

Jisung only sits there. Holding you tight through your breakdown, preventing you from falling apart. Your very own safety net.

•••

"Okay, let's talk." is the first thing Jisung say as he steps into your bedroom in his football gear coming straight from Sunday practice. The slight smile he forces out did nothing to hide his evident tiredness from having to practice everyday.

All the more reason for you to feel guilty over being this annoying needy girlfriend instead of being the one who supposed to give him comfort in one of the hardest season your school football team has ever seen.

Jisung slowly approaches you whose looking up to him with teary, hopeful eyes.

"Stay," you manage to sound out despite the invisible chokehold you're currently under. "Stay," you repeat as Jisung steps even closer towards your bed. "Stay."

When Jisung finally climbed up the bed and pull you into a warm hug you thought you'd never feel again, you lost it. Crying, circling your arms around his neck, burying your messed-up face in the crook of his neck. Pouring everything out.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I know I don't say this enough. But you are literally the best thing that's ever happen to me. And I love you. Hell, I've been loving you for quite sometime now." you continue to sob, staining his uniform.

With his raspy voice that you love so much, he chuckled "Shhhh.. I know baby, I know." his hands moving against your back, soothing you.

This man is a literal saint.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you. I’ve also been loving you,” he pauses. His hands reaches for your face, catching tears that fall before continuing, “for quite a long time now.”

The tears only fall harder hearing this gorgeous of a man saying everything right with sincerity in his eyes. With love in his eyes.

Jisungs face move forward, continuing to catch your tears with his lips this time. Sending shivers down your spine, making you chuckle.

“That’s more like it. Stop crying, okay? I know I said you look cute when you’re mad. But I don’t like it when you cry.” he finishes off with planting the sweetest kiss on your lips.

“Stay.” you sigh between kisses. No answer from Jisung, instead he deepens the kiss.

“Stay with me J, stay.” you plea once more.

When Jisung finally break off the kiss. His hands go back to the either side of your face. Forheads touching. “I am not going anywhere and I sure do hope you’re planning on doing the same thing. Cause it’ll only work out if both of us stay.”

•••

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riot

Pairing: Huang Renjun x Female Reader

Word Count: 1K

Genre: angst

This fic was inspired by “Riot - Summer Walker”

A Renjun birthday special<3

Renjun is the epitome of the word perfect. The perfect friend to his friends, the perfect son to his parents, the perfect employee to his boss and the perfect boyfriend to you, he’s just perfect. Too perfect.

Often times you’d find yourself wondering, just how do you manage to land such a perfect person in your miserable godawful messy life.

Renjun is definitely not the typical guy you’d go for. He’s far from the rude assholes you keep finding yourself submitting to these past few years. He’s polite, very well-mannered and treats you like a princess. Literally everything you’ve been praying for.

Him coming home with a bucket of roses or daisies is nothing out of the ordinary. Showering you with the sweetest kisses and praises, things you never get from past relationships. Making people around you thought you’re finally getting your happily ever after.

You don’t.

Something is definitely wrong with you. Maybe you were dropped head first as a toddler or something. Cause you feeling like what Renjun has been giving you these past few years is not enough is just mind blowing.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” you mumble to yourself as you sit around the kitchen island, putting roses Renjun brought home yesterday in a different vase cause you have nothing better to do. The day goes by very slowly the more you think of it. Boredom over-taking your sanity, making you yearn for the sparks you used to felt.

You surely miss the passion and fire like Hades that burned you so good back then. You miss the adrenaline rush you felt coursing through your veins every time you had a fight with those assholes. Something Renjun would never deliver.

Renjun would always emphasis on how he felt the happiest enjoying the peace and quiet with you in his arms. Watching some movies that’s too advanced for your little brain to grasp. Some of the things he made sure the both of you did every Friday night.

But, you need a riot.

“Honey, I’m home.” you hear Renjun charmingly says as he burst into the front door.

Shouting your greeting half-heartedly, you roll your eyes. Making the better part of you feel bad for the man. But the other part of you—the unhinged part—is going to burst anytime soon with the lack of sparks Renjun’s delivering.

“How was you day, sweetheart?” Renjun asks as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind, kissing the top of your head. “I got you these.” he continues, pointing to the very thing sitting on top of the counter with his chin.

“Same old, same old. How was yours?” you sneak a glance at the direction he pointed to earlier. Daisies.

Fucking great.

With Renjun still glued to your back, he starts to ramble about his great day at work and how he’s been counting the minutes until he could finally clocks out and come home to you, his peaceful love—thay was his exact words.

“What movie should we watch today?” he asks excitedly, disappointment washes over you as you realize that today is Friday. Renjun and his fucking loop of a routine.

“I honestly don’t know. You pick.” you answer him as he pepper your neck with sweet little kisses.

The vibration from Renjun’s lips sends shivers down your spine as he speaks against your neck. “But I always pick, we can watch your pick too, sweetheart.”

“Not tonight. I’m too tired to think of one.” you pat his forearms that still caging your midriff.

You don’t deserve him, you keep thinking to yourself. The man is a fucking angel. How is he not tired of this? Of you trying to find a loophole from his routine.

One of these days, you wish he would just lash out on you. Let everything that he has been feeling out in the open, give some riot into this picture perfect relationship you’re in.

“Is something bothering you?” he asks, not stopping his sweet motions down to your shoulder.

“I’m bored.” you exhale the words.

“Do you wanna go out instead? We can just watch the movie after. But I think it’s too late to get a reservation, tho.”

“Nah, too tired for that either.” something is seriously wrong with you. You’d slap the stupidity out of your system if you could.

You can feel Renjun stilling for a few moments before lifting his head from your shoulder. “Then what do you want?”

Your heart skips a beat at the tone of his words. You can feel his aggravation creeping up with the way you’re behaving right now. You quickly contemplate wether or not you want to indulge and possibly getting the riot you wanted.

But knowing Renjun, he probably would get hurt a lot more than you would if the two of you fight. His heart is too pure.

A few more seconds passes by and none of you say anything.

Does the riot you dreamed of worth hurting Renjun? The ever so wonderful Renjun.

Shaking your head, you finally come to your senses. It’s not, definitely not worth it.

“Nothing,” you turn to face him and bury your face on the crook of his neck. “can we please just skip the movie night and go straight to bed?” you plea.

With every breath you breathe down his neck, his body soften around you. Renjun’s pretty hand caresses your back. Soothing you. Putting out the fire you were trying to ignite.

“Of course. We can always do it next week.” he replies sweetly.

Accepting your fate, you second his answer, “And the week after that.”

•••

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hard to say goodbye

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Genre: fluff

Warning: kissing, fluffy puppy jungwoo

This fic was inspired by “Hard to Say Goodbye - Johnny Stimson”

A Jungwoo birthday special<3

Preview: Jungwoo help you realize that some things are worth the struggle.

•••

There are many things in life that you absolutely believe is a waste of time. For example, brewing your own coffee instead of getting it from your local starbucks, or laying in bed for more than five minutes after waking up when you could’ve been out and about. You value efficiency.

The same principle applies to your relationship matter, so you often—if not always—would drop everything and just bolt right out of it to save your ass the time and heartbreak at the first sign of things not working out. But upon meeting Jungwoo you’ve come to the realization that maybe you were just being skeptical. About a lot of things.

Jungwoo taught you that the extra 10 minutes it would take to grind your own coffee beans then pouring the hot water slowly in circular motion is worth it. Or the extra 15 minutes spent having a pillow talk in the morning would resulting you to be in a good mood for the better part of the day.

In other words, Jungwoo help you realize that some things are worth the struggle.

So, here you are. Laying down fully dressed in you pantsuit—all ready to go—next to your sleeping boyfriend. Your hands running through his hair, giving his scalp gentle scratch that make him smile in his sleep. Looking like a peaceful sleeping puppy. Making it hard to say goodbye.

The old you would’ve ended the relationship the minute you receive the email about your big promotion to New York. Knowing fully well that long distance relationship never worked. That it is a waste of time and energy, for both parties.

But thanks to Jungwoo, the first thing you did when you got the email was searching how long does the flight from your city to New York would take. Considering you’d be on it a few times a month. Gasping when the realization of how much you have and willing to change for Jungwoo hits.

You thought the goodbye would get easier the more times you had it. It doesn’t. Jungwoo makes it harder every time, making it feel like you die a little every single time.

Glancing at the alarm clock on his bedside table, you pull out your phone from your now wrinkled pantsuit, making a mental note to stop by your place for a quick change before going to the meeting as you order an uber.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you lean in to kiss him. Waking him up.

“Good morning, love.” You breathe on his jaw.

Jungwoo starts to squirm, stretching his whole body before throwing his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “Good morning.” he sleepily grunts, kissing your temple. “Why do you have to be so great at everything you do and got placed in some big ass office so far away from me?” he whines.

You laugh, trying to shimmy yourself out of his grasp before your pantsuit look even more unpresentable.

It took you a good few minutes to finally free yourself from Jungwoo’s attack of affection. And when you finally stand beside his bed, his hands are reaching out to you, an attempt to pull you back in. Only to fall back into the mattress when you’re not budging. He closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep. Making you laugh.

Seeing your boyfriend laying shirtless on the bed, hair’s all messed up courtesy of you, your smile grow. You take a mental picture of the breathtaking view that is your boyfriend, knowing you will need it later.

Sensing your admiring gaze, Jungwoo chuckles. “Take a picture, won’t you? It’ll last longer.” handing you your phone from the bed.

You took the phone from his hand and slide the home screen to take a picture of Jungwoo. “Don’t mind if I do.” you say as the snapping sound of your camera fills the room.

Jungwoo suddenly sits up, grabbing his phone from the bedside table he smiles at you. “Okay, my turn.” he says pointing the camera at you.

You quickly throw your hands to cover his phone, “Babe, no. My clothes all ruined because of you.”

“Well, then take it off.” he throws you a suggestive smile. Making you whine even more. Definitely don’t need the mental picture of you both shirtless on the bed and everything that would follow after, when your uber is probably around the corner.

Missing a flight because of a prolonged goodbye is nothing new to you. But this time you really couldn’t afford it. The meeting this afternoon is something you’ve been preparing for for weeks. And nothing, not even your love for this puppy-eyed boyfriend of yours could keep you from that.

“Believe me, if I could stay, I would.” you reach for his hands to pull him out of bed. “My ubers gonna be here any minute now.”

When you finally manage to get your boyfriend dressed and out of the bedroom, he pulls you into a hug. “I don’t like this.” he murmurs to your hair.

“Do you think I do? The worst part of loving you is leaving.” you mumble to his chest. And he tightens his hug even more.

“I don’t want you to leave.” he mumbles.

“I don’t want to, but I have to. I already feel so lonely.” you sigh loudly. Burying you face even deeper on his chest.

“I wish I could be at two places at once. So the other one of me could just follow you around like a lost puppy.” he squeezes you, lifting you off the ground. Making you laugh for god knows how many times this morning.

The two of you stay glued to each other until your phone vibrates. “My uber’s here. Unfortunately.”

He helps you carry the small carry on filled with two days worth of clothes. Placing it on the trunk of the uber and say nonchalantly to the driver, “Please be careful. You’re carrying my whole world right here.” that resulting in unison scoff from both you and the uber driver.

“Don’t worry man, I gotchu, I gotchu.” the driver said, st-ill chuckling.

Embarrassed, you quickly kiss Jungwoo and climb inside the uber. “See you Friday.” you tell him quickly. Before waving at him as the car starts moving.

When Jungwoo’s finally out of sight, you can’t help but laugh at how sappy the goodbye was when the two of you will be reuniting in less than a week. But then again, Jungwoo seemed to keep pulling the best—or maybe the worst—in you.

Either way, you love it. You’d love everything the world has to offer as long as Jungwoo is in it.

•••

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spell

Pairing: Chwe Vernon x Female Reader

Word Count: 2K

Genre: angst, just angst (okay maybe a little fluff in you squint)

Warning: kissing, conflicted vernon

This fic was inspired by "Spell - Niki"

A Vernon birthday special<3

•••

This dangerous game you’ve been playing with Vernon, have gone out of your control. Your friends keep warning you that you’re playing with fire. And Vernon is not someone who can easily be fixed. He’s never gonna show you the same love you’ve been showing him for the last couple of months. And that you and Vernon should just stay friends.

You of course know that your friends intentions are great, not wanting you to swallow the hard pill that you know you’d have to swallow eventually if you keep this shenanigans up. But upon seeing or even just thinking about the boy, your heart turns into a mushy mess. Risking the better part of your sanity for the greek-god looking boy that keeps addressing you as his ‘good friends’.

Delightful.

“We should get our nails done. I keep breaking a nail, its ridiculous.” one of your friend says from the bean bag across the room. Flashing her broken nail so everyone could see.

You cringe, “That must’ve been painful. I’m down, my gel’s all chipped anyway. What about you?” you turn you head to your other friend who’s currently busy with her laptop.

“Yeah, sure. Give me like 10 minutes, I have to submit this paper. How are y’all not panicking over this? This shit worth a third of the final mark.” she throws suspicious glare towards the both of you.

“That’s one of the reason you should get a boyfriend, babe. Our boyfriends got it done for us hours ago—oops, I mean my boyfriend and Vernon did. Since, he’s not like your boyfriend or anything.” you friends sarcastically say, pointing her broken nail towards you. Making you roll your eyes, months of being teased have numb you from their remarks.

The thing about Vernon is, you could never figure him out. He doesn’t talk much with other people, sometimes even with you. But when he does, it’s like a joy ride down the happy abyss that is Vernon’s mind.

Your phone rings with Vernon’s name flashes on the screen. You read the room, knowing what happens next is not gonna end well. You stand up and leave you bestfriends dorm room.

You smile at the screen and pick up the call. “Hey, what’s up?”

You can hear his car stopping through the phone then the familiar sound of handbrake being pulled up. “Are you still at Wonwoo’s girlfriend?” he ask softly with voice so deep you thought you’re drowning.

“Yep, still here. Why you ask?” you ask despite fully knowing he wants to see you and is probably out front already.

He pauses for a bit, you can hear him opening a packet of snack. “I'm at the parking lot. Wanna grab something to eat and hang at my place?”

Classic Vernon date night combo. Not that you mind, you’d take all the time he’s willing to give you. It’s like he’s got you under some spell.

A smile breaks on your face, forgetting the fact you just agreed to get your nails down with you friends.

When you step back inside the room, you friends throwing you a knowing annoyed look. The one that used to bother you, but not anymore. “Sorry, I’ll have to raincheck on the nail. Vernon’s out front.” you gather your stuff, avoiding any of their gaze.

“You should leave his ass.” you hear your friends high-fiving, agreeing with each other. Ganging up on you.

“He loves me guys, he’s just scared. It takes time to heal.” you sigh, stuffing all you belongings into your suffocated tote bag. Maybe you should’ve let Vernon bought you that pretty—and super expensive—bag. If you ask, he’d probably drive you to the store right now. He never really say no to you, except for the rare times you asked him to make the relationship official.

You’ve known Vernon since freshmen year, you saw how he broke down when his ex left him for an accountant that she met at the starbucks down the street of your campus.

How he slowly pull himself back up and eventually got tangled with you in this mushy mess. So, you know better than to pester him for a stupid label. You know he likes you, loves you even. He just wont say it out loud. But through his actions, you hear him loud and clear.

After escaping your friends rage, you skip down the parking lot and beeline for his car. “Oooh, you smell good.” you greet him with a quick peck on his cheek.

“Thanks, just showered at the gym. I know you don’t like to hug me when I’m all sweaty.” he ruffles your hair making you gasp. Hands flying up a second after to smooth the mess he just created. “Did you know, tea tree oil body wash is good for bacne? I don’t.” he laughs.

You smile, so wide your vision blurred. Guess tonight you’re having happy abyss Vernon. Your favorite Vernon.

“Duh, that’s why I keep buying them. Who told you?” you hide your smiling face as you fasten the seatbelt.

“My sister. You know what, let’s get some, I wanna get some for you to use when you’re staying over.” He nonchalantly say not knowing the damage those words just did to your mushy heart.

With excitement filling up your whole body, you lean back to his side and plant kisses on his cheek. You need an outlet for all this butterflies.

“Yeay! Let’s go!” you practically shout as he drive his car out of the parking lot.

•••

When you finally reach Vernon’s apartment, you are beat. Shopping with Vernon is never a 15-minute thing. Everything catches his attention.

“I don’t think I'm going home tonight. My legs are screaming.” you plop down on his bed, staring at the ceiling you’re seeing a few times a week.

“Then stay, I’ll drive you home before class starts tomorrow.”

Duh, of course he has to drive you tomorrow, how else are you gonna get to your place since Vernon lives off-campus in his fancy one bedroom. Well, there’s always uber, but why bother when this pretty man offers you a ride every time.

When you're out of the shower smelling like musk and tea tree oil—if that even make sense, you make your way to his closet. Passing him who’s sitting on the edge of his bed trying to solve a rubik’s cube.

Your eyes immediately dart to the big shopping bag with tissue paper peeking everywhere. “Is that—” you paused, reaching for the bag. “Vernon, come here a sec.” you call for him.

He doesn’t even look at you, his eyes are focused on the stupid cube he’s holding.

“What is this?” you hold the shopping bad to his chest, making him looking at you for a few seconds before focusing back to the damned cube.

“Oh, it’s the bag you wanted but told me not to get.” his tone is very unbothered, as if dropping a slump of cash on a purse for someone you keep calling ‘friend’ is normal.

You roll your eyes, “Exactly, then why did you get it?” you drop the bag and fold your hands in front of you.

“Cause you need a bag, that poor thing had its time. What’s up with you?” his eyes finally left the cube for it to land on your furious one.

You walk out of the closet and sit on his bed. Slightly cursing yourself for not snatching a hoodie from his closet. Now you have to have the talk again with Vernon, only this time you wearing a freaking bath robe.

“Why are you making this difficult? You needed a bag and I wanna get you a bag.” he asks with a voice so deep you had to shake your head in order to fight back the mushy feeling.

“You don’t just give your friend a bag that costs a few grand, Vernon.” Vernon sighs, closing his eyes when he finally connected the dots to where this conversation is going.

You then stand up, taking his face with both of your hands to pull him into a kiss. It’s silent as you and Vernon trade mouths. But through his lips, you can hear everything. Loud and clear.

Pulling away, you keep your forehead glued to his. “Why won’t you trust me?” you breathe. Making him close his eyes. “You know I’ll stay. You keep saying ‘all the stakes are high’ but you know damn well I’ll get myself a wings.”

You can feel his breath slowing down with every move your fingers make on his jaw. Knowing him like the back of you hand to easily calm him down.

He doesn’t say anything when his eyes starts to open. “I know you love me Vernon, I do. If it’s me changing my mind out of the blue and left you that you’re so afraid of, I’ll show you. I’ll show you how I’ll stay through it all. I’ll wait for heaven to break this spell you’re under. I promised you.

Minutes passed, he doesn’t say anything. His lips pursed together, holding his words at bay. The words you’re so desperately want to hear.

But Vernon stay silent. For a long time.

After what feels like forever, his hands cup you jaw. Bringing you lips together, giving you no answer. Just keep dragging you down under the spell you wish to break.

“Please don’t ever change,” he breathes between kisses. Eyes red from holding back tears.

“I won’t,” you keep chanting, hoping it’ll be engraved to his brain.

“I don’t wanna lose you. Don’t leave me.” it pains you to hear the words spilling from his mouth.

You bury you head on his chest as he pulls you to the bed. He cradles you like a baby in his arms. Soothing hands running down you back. Pulling you deeper into the realm of unconsciousness.

You wake up the next morning with throbbing headache from all the crying you did last night. Vernon is nowhere to be found.

You get ready, slipping into his hoodie—that you for sure will keep. “I got you coffee,” Vernon burst into the room, startling you. His gummy smile plastered on his face.

“Thanks,” you give him a small smile, taking the coffee.

Vernon acts like nothing happened last night. Casually kissing the top of you head before pulling you out for breakfast—if cereal and hot pocket counts.

The drive to your place is very calm. With Vernon humming to the music cheerfully. As if nothing ever happened last night.

When he drops you off, he pulls you in for a kiss. Then he pulls away with a smile. Though you’re very tired with this endless cycle, you can’t help but to give him a smile back.

You throw yourself on the bed, sighing so loud you afraid yourr\ grumpy neighbor would stomp your door anytime soon.

Without even realizing it, tears started falling out. Leaving darken stain on your bedsheets.

You close your eyes. Praying.

Praying? You never pray. But with this throbbing pain in your chest, you’ll take all the help you can get to get Vernon out of the spell. Or better yet, taking you out of the fucking spell.

•••

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i like me better

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Genre: fluff, oh sooo much fluff

Warning: kissing, mention of alcohol consumption, perfect boyfriend dokyeom (like so damn perfect AHH)

This fic was inspired by "I Like Me Better - Lauv"

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•••

“How about we just pack up and leave? What do you say?” Dokyeom blurts out when you finally seated in his passenger seat. Picking you up after your shift at the local diner has finished, have become quite the ritual. You can see the twinkle in his eyes as he propose the crazy idea.

“What?” you blurt out, never been this confused. Agreeing to be in a relationship with Dokyeom should come with a long list of cautions. You could never guess what’s going on inside that pretty head of his despite dating him for over a year now.

“You and me, us, pack up our whole life here and just bolt out. I'm thinking New York?” he elaborates, raising his eyebrows repeatedly, tempting you. Taking both your hands in his and shower it with little kisses. “Come on, babe! There’s nothing in this sad little town that could possibly holding you back.” he keeps murmuring between kisses.

I guess he’s right. You silently thought to yourself, his crazy proposal doesn’t seem that crazy the longer his lips brushes against you knuckles.

Ever since the both of you graduated from college, you’ve been stuck in this very town. Waiting tables just to make ends due. Jumped at the first offer to moved out of your sad little apartment when Dokyeom suggest to just move in with him. Wondering at times what the hell does your boyfriend do for a living beside composing songs.

“Babe, you know I can’t afford it. I'm barely paying my rent here, have you seen how crazy New York rent is? Besides, I still got months before the publishing house starts paying the interns.” you offer him a sour smile. Smoothing his just-got-outta-bed hair. Seriously, what the hell does he do for work? Those songs certainly couldn’t pay the crazy high New York rent.

Whining loudly, Dokyeom continues with a pout. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll handle the rent for a while. You can apply to a bigger publishing house in the city. I can do a lot more stuff too. More opportunities babe!” he pauses, a huge grin plastered on his face—the one that you always fall for—as he study your slowly agreeing face.

“I don’t think you're good for me.” you smile at him with your eyes squinting together.

“Shut up, you like yourself better when you're with me.” Dokyeom laughs, pulling you close to kiss your temple. “Now, get your pretty ass inside and give them your two-weeks notice. We have our whole life to pack.”

•••

The next few weeks is nothing but a chaotic mess. But somehow, Dokyeom manages to make everything fun. Singing his little songs as he pack what seemed to be a never ending pile of clothes.

If there’s one thing about you, is that you’re very sceptic about life and a bit short tempered too. But after meeting Dokyeom, it seems like you’ve had fallen into this sweet world filled with sunshine and fucking rainbow.

I guess it is true, you like yourself better when you’re with him. With Dokyeom.

“This is it, we’re home babe.” Dokyeom kisses the top of your head as he drops his duffle bag to the hardwood flooring that is now your home.

“Oh, to be young and in love in New York city.” you cheerfully say as you dance around in your new living room.

Dokyeom smiles, the very smile that made you fall in love with him. The smile that makes you say yes to his dinner invite back then.

You shriek happily when you feel Dokyeom’s thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. Kissing your temple repeatedly as he laughs.

“Told you this was a good idea. You gotta give my impulsivity some credit, babe.”

You turn around, snake your hand up around his neck. “What are you doing to me? I literally don’t have any job, I feel like I don’t know who I am. But one thing I know that I’m good long as you’re here with me.” you stand on your tippy toes, planting a kiss so sweet you think you might melt in his arms. “Cause fucking look at me, I’m here in New York.” you continue, throwing your hands up to accentuate how crazy you feel about the whole situation.

Dokyeom throws his head back laughing, “Me too, babe, me too. Everything’s better when I’m with you.”

The rest of the evening spent unpacking boxes upon boxes. For someone who never had anything more than a grand in their bank account, you sure does have a lot of stuff.

“Okay, that’s it. I can’t hear the sound of tape getting ripped off of cardboard anymore. Can we please stop?” he dramatically pleas. Getting on both knees with hands rubbing together. Making you roll your eyes. Dokyeom and the word ‘dramatic’ seemed to have always find their way together.

“Let’s get drunk. I bet the beers all chilled now.” he stands up immediately knowing you’re down with the idea, given it was you who get the 6-packs on the last gas station.

“I want takis.” you semi drunkenly whine after finishing a can and a half of beer.

Dokyeom, being the amazing boyfriend he is, immediately stands up and beelining for the kitchen. “Didn’t we have some? I’m pretty sure I saw them little purple devils through the plastic bags.”

“Nope, ate ‘em all.” you shake you head, flashing your boyfriend puppy eyes. “Can we go get some, it’s New York, they must’ve still sell them this late.” you say glancing at the clock that shows 02:18.

“Hell, yeah! It’s the city that never sleeps babe. C’mon, let’s go on an adventure.” he excitedly say, pulling your hand to help you stand up.

And that’s how your first night went. Drunk and in love in New York city.

•••

When you wake up, you’re all tangled up in bed sheets. Your cheek pressed against Dokyeom’s chest, feeling the peaceful rhythm of his breath.

You don’t know what it is but you got this feeling. Waking up next to him, you could’ve sworn the room feels like it got no ceiling.

“Can we just lay here and let the day pass by? I don’t wanna move.” Dokyeom suddenly say, making you jolt after feeling the vibration from his chest.

“You weren’t asleep?” you panic, praying your boyfriend didn’t hear all the cheesy happy songs you’ve been humming all morning.

He laughs, sending horror down your spine, “If you’re asking wether or not I enjoy your little songs? The answer is yes. Very charming. You should feature in some of my songs.” he casually say making you twist into a ball next to him.

“Where are you going?” his hand reaches out and pull you back into his embrace. “We haven’t done this in a looooooong time, you were always so busy.” he dramatically whine as he tightens his arms. Borderline suffocating you with affection.

He then proceed to tell you about his detailed plans for the future, why he chose this neighborhood for the two of you to live in and a lot more interesting stuff.

The more Dokyeom talks about the future, the more butterfly seeped inside your stomach and dance around. Making you blush over and over again, still amazed how you manage to have this too-good of a man in your life.

When the sun is about to set, Dokyeom finally gave up on his ‘lay here with me’ agenda and let you out of his grasp to whip something quick to eat.

Being the affectionate man that he is, Dokyeom snakes his arms around your waist from behind and shower you with more kisses as you stand in front of the stove. A bit of a fire hazard actually given your jumpy reaction.

“Boy if you don’t stop.” you playfully smack his thigh, telling him to let go.

“You know, funny story. You might not see it at first, but I’ve known it from the first time you made me laugh that I’d stay for a long time.” he whispers, still caging you from behind.

Thanking the Goddess above he couldn’t see how your face firing up with his words, you nudge his sides. “I swear, I’d burn your eggs and sausage if you don’t stop.” another failed attempt to get him off you back, literally.

“Cause I like me a whole lot better when I’m with you.”

You don’t know what’s hotter, the pan you're using to fry the eggs and sausages or your face. With smile that seemed to be glued to your face these past few days, you give him an answer that sends both you hearts flying, “Me too, Dokyeom, I like me better when I’m with you.”

•••

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Stay Stay Stay

Pairing: Park Jisung x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.4K+

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: kissing, traumas from past relationship, perfect boyfriend jisung

This fic was inspired by "Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift"

•••

When they way you’ve been treated all this time is barely meeting the bare minimum, a lot of things surprises you.

Before him, you never knew a small gesture like a hand hovering over your head just so you don’t hit your head when you enter his car could give you the feeling of thousands of butterflies swarming inside of you.

Or when he hooks his fingers on your not-so-heavy book bag strap just so you don’t have to bear the full weight walking to his car after you refused to let him carry the bag.

Before him, a fight would consists of both parties throwing things around and screaming to the top of your lungs cussing each other out. Game night usually felt like a roller coaster of emotions. Praying and hoping your school would win just so you don’t have to face your boyfriends rage and tempery attitude later on that night. But not with him. Not with Jisung.

Jisung always wonder, why is your expectation on other people set very low? To be honest, it's probably because you haven't actually felt what it's like to be treated right.

But then, Jisung show you how good it feels to be loved to the point you question the reality. Is this a dream? Do I actually deserve him?

“I am so sorry, J.” you whimper, feeling bad and extremely anxious that you would miss his first home game this season. Silently cursing to whoever alumni that made the tradition of first home game being a big fucking deal.

You can hear Jisung raspy voice as he chuckle, "Babe, its fine. Trust me, I'm not mad. It's a family emergency and family always come first." He assures you. His big hands that squeezed your shoulder earlier now moving up to cup your flamed cheeks.

You're now confused, even after dating him for a few months now, you still couldn't phantom and get used to how kind Jisung's heart is. How caring and understanding this man in front of you could be.

The lack of response from you, made Jisung tilt your face up. Forcing you to look at his adorable smile that showcase his gums. Something he told you he's insecure about, adding more things that confuses you about him. Cause his smile is one of the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

"Babe, I promise you I'll be fine. Who cares about the stupid first home game tradition. I know you want to be there for me tonight and that's enough for me." Jisung leans in to kiss the top of your head before continuing, "Now let me drive you home."

"What, no! Baby, you'll miss your pre-game meal." you respond almost instantly.

"I'll just get something to go and you can feed me on the way to your place." He winks, making your heart skips to what feels like a thousand beats.

With disbelief prominently hovering on your face, you try to stand higher on your tippy toes and snake your arms around his neck. Whispering more to yourself, "What did I do to deserve you?"

That very car ride with Jisung filled with nothing but laughter. Who would've thought you would find his very dad-like jokes funny to the point your stomach hurts. Or when he's telling his jokes in such a nonchalant way you'd almost miss it but ended up getting it and cracking up even more a few minutes later.

Your life has definitely changed for the better. And the only person you can think of as to why it did is him.

•••

During the wonderful months of being Jisungs girlfriend, you barely argue with him let alone be in a fight. So when that frightening night where you threw your phone across the room at him happened, you really thought you've seen the end of your wonderful relationship as the phone crashed on the hardwood flooring.

You know its mostly your fault, whatever it is that lead to Jisung finally snap at you. But thanks to the pricks you dated before him, instead of apologizing, you snap right back. Adding fuel into the fire Jisung try so hard to keep at bay.

"I knew it, its always gonna be my fault! I'm the fucked up one here!" you scream, pulling your hair so hard hoping it would distract you from the pain you feel in your chest that you cause yourself.

Jisung who just barely manage to dodge your violent throw says nothing. He stand still by your bed. Watching you fight the battle you're currently having against yourself. No sight of anger shown in his stare anymore. Only worry, pity and love.

You no longer can feel your surrounding. Everything feel suffocating, dark. Your cry fills the room. Leaning towards past experiences, you know Jisung had left. The thought of you losing him adds salt to your wounded heart.

Suddenly you feel a pair of strong arms you know all too well wrapping around your shaking body. Easing the pain away with each stroke and squeeze. Taking you deeper into the realm of unconsciousness.

Jisung only sits there. Holding you tight through your breakdown, preventing you from falling apart. Your very own safety net.

•••

"Okay, let's talk." is the first thing Jisung say as he steps into your bedroom in his football gear coming straight from Sunday practice. The slight smile he forces out did nothing to hide his evident tiredness from having to practice everyday.

All the more reason for you to feel guilty over being this annoying needy girlfriend instead of being the one who supposed to give him comfort in one of the hardest season your school football team has ever seen.

Jisung slowly approaches you whose looking up to him with teary, hopeful eyes.

"Stay," you manage to sound out despite the invisible chokehold you're currently under. "Stay," you repeat as Jisung steps even closer towards your bed. "Stay."

When Jisung finally climbed up the bed and pull you into a warm hug you thought you'd never feel again, you lost it. Crying, circling your arms around his neck, burying your messed-up face in the crook of his neck. Pouring everything out.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I know I don't say this enough. But you are literally the best thing that's ever happen to me. And I love you. Hell, I've been loving you for quite sometime now." you continue to sob, staining his uniform.

With his raspy voice that you love so much, he chuckled "Shhhh.. I know baby, I know." his hands moving against your back, soothing you.

This man is a literal saint.

“Don’t cry, okay? I love you. I’ve also been loving you,” he pauses. His hands reaches for your face, catching tears that fall before continuing, “for quite a long time now.”

The tears only fall harder hearing this gorgeous of a man saying everything right with sincerity in his eyes. With love in his eyes.

Jisungs face move forward, continuing to catch your tears with his lips this time. Sending shivers down your spine, making you chuckle.

“That’s more like it. Stop crying, okay? I know I said you look cute when you’re mad. But I don’t like it when you cry.” he finishes off with planting the sweetest kiss on your lips.

“Stay.” you sigh between kisses. No answer from Jisung, instead he deepens the kiss.

“Stay with me J, stay.” you plea once more.

When Jisung finally break off the kiss. His hands go back to the either side of your face. Forheads touching. “I am not going anywhere and I sure do hope you’re planning on doing the same thing. Cause it’ll only work out if both of us stay.”

•••

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“Don’t cry, okay? I love you. I’ve also been loving you,” he pauses. His hands reaches for your face, catching tears that fall before continuing, “for quite a long time now.”

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vintage

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K+

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning: kissing, implied sexual content, suggestive scenario, ex-boyfriend mingyu

This fic was inspired by "Vintage - Niki"

••• If we’re talking about high school, there are two kinds of people; the one who despises it or the one who loves every single minute of it. You definitely fall into the later one. The life you had in high school was fucking fantastic.

Sure, some people might categorize you as the snobby popular cheerleader that seemed to have it all easily. You don’t mind, you did have it easy. You had great friends, cool parents that supports everything you do, good grades, and at one point you also dated the hot jock that everyone seemed lust over in senior year, yeah the list goes on.

Nevertheless, that was high school. You eventually had to graduate and leave it all behind to go on another adventure called college—which was also very fucking fantastic.

“Ugh, come on, girl. You look amazing, stop fiddling with your hair and let’s go inside! I can’t wait to meet everybody!” Your friend practically screams on your ear, rushing you to get out of the car to attend the highly anticipated five-year reunion of your high school.

The class of 2015, the only class that has ever won the homecoming pride parade all four years of high school. Beating all the allegations of dorky freshmen and keeping the tittle all the way to senior year.

“Okay, okay, I’m done. Geez.” You sigh, getting out of your friends car. Didn’t even bother to drive your own car cause you know you’re getting fucked up tonight.

You both excitedly enter the huge mansion where the event takes place. When you enter through the front door into the foyer, your eyes immediately scans the room. Trying to locate your high school cliques who are seating comfortably in the middle of the huge living room. Laughing and drinking obnoxiously as if they own the place.

As you walk towards them, you get this sense of déjà vu. This reunion doesn’t feel like a five-year reunion but more like a friday night house party.

There are no big screen showcasing old nostalgic photos from the four-year madness. No podium for the student body president at the time to go up and deliver some cheesy emotional speech about how fast the time went by. Instead, loud uplifting music blasting from speakers, people stripping down into their bathing suit and doing canon balls into the pool outside. The only difference being everyone is now drinking legally.

“Are we sure this is a reunion and not an after party of homecoming parade at Jeonghan’s?” you ask when you finally reach your friends. Hearing laughter as response.

“Why are you even surprised? You should’ve expected at least this monstrosity when you refuse to organize the reunion and let Hoshi handle it.” Joshua replies, standing up to pull you into an embrace.

You miss your friends, a lot. The fact that you move away for college across the country made you miss them even more, considering you only get the chance to see most of them on holidays.

Sitting down you snuggle yourself between Joshua and Jun, savoring the sweet feeling of nostalgia having your loved ones laughing around you.

Looking around, you absentmindedly search for him. Mingyu.

Mingyu was the highlight of your senior year. And a few weeks of summer after that. People love Mingyu. Such a scene stealer, standing oh so deliciously tall at 6’2, people drool over him.

You are deep in your thoughts about your beloved ex when your friends starts cheering and calling out his name, pulling you out of your thoughts and looking straight to where he’s standing.

“Speak of the devil, my oh my!” you mumble more to yourself.

Catching you staring, Mingyu flashes his infamous devilish smile your way as he make his way towards the living room. That’s one thing you haven’t seen in a while, you thought to yourself. Making your heart skips one too many beats.

“Hey, little one.” Mingyu continues to grin as he pull you into a big warm comfortable hug.

“Hey, big guy.” you breathe to his chest. Stomach fluttering as if there’s a thousand butterflies swarming inside due to the nickname.

“You look good. You look real good.” Mingyu pulls away but keeping his grip on your waist. Staring down admiring your blushed appearance.

“How have you been?” you chuckled, blurting out the most basic question to mask the nervousness. Eyes glued on how good his features look in this light. Brain zooming back, reminiscing bout the good times.

“Been good, life’s good. Could be better though.” Mingyu winks, pulling you to sit down next to him on the over crowded couch. Making you stick to him in a way way too friendly manner. You can see Dokyeom and Hoshi throwing you teasing looks from the corner of your eyes, making you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

After a few rounds of question to catch up on each other’s life, Mingyu pull out his phone to answer some text and making you gasp while doing do.

“Please don’t tell me that’s the same phone you’ve had since the summer after graduating? Oh, never mind it’s the case. How stupid.

"Mingyu chuckles, lightly smacking your knee. “You know I’m way too clumsy to keep a phone functioning more than a year. Still got all of our pics and everything on cloud tho.” His eyebrows raised teasingly.

“For real?!” you bounce in your seat, excited. “I wanna see, show me!”

Mingyu grins so hard you afraid his cheeks might pop. “C’mere.” he invites but his hands already snake his way around your shoulder. Making your head dizzy.

The two of you took a sweet sweet stroll down the memory lane. Lost in the drunken state of each other’s familiar presence. Mingyu makes it easy. Too easy, just like a zephyr. It feels like the last five years had disappear, and you two just a couple of freshly graduated senior, savoring the last summer before drifting apart for college. Making the old feelings resurfaced, not completely, just enough for you to want to hit reverse.

“Mingyu! Why on earth would you let me went out wearing this?!” you shriek looking at his phone, picture of you two snuggling on a couch with you sitting comfortably on his lap inside a poorly lit living room surrounded by drunk underage teenagers. Too much like your current situation.

“What do you mean?! You look amazing!” he blurts out equally shocked with the fact you think you looked ridiculous. “I think all the shit you dealt with in college mess with something up here.” his finger lift to your temple and taps it lightly.

Oh, Mingyu and his charms. His sweet, sweet mouth that always know what to say for a comeback. His clean and clever comebacks.

Your thoughts starts to wonder down the dangerous path of ‘Why the hell did we broke up?’ Cause right now, you really don’t remember. Can’t even fantom you once said see you never.

Time passed with you two still snuggling into each others presence. Minutes? Hours? What the hell. It could be days and you’re confident you won’t mind.

When the outside sky mirror the color of Mingyu’s mesmerizing eyes, he pulls you up. Snatching your body off the couch and back into his embrace, but standing up this time.

“Dance with me, little one.” he ducks his head to whisper in you ear. Broad shoulder and chest with a pair of strong sturdy arms enveloping you. Making you feel another burst of butterfly bombs inside. “Come,” he breathes and leads you through the crowd towards the dance floor filled with people dancing to the uplifting music.

You sway, following his lead on the dance floor. Mingyu’s a big guy, but he doesn’t move like one. Very smooth, nothing you’d expect a 6 foot 2 inches giant would do.

“I like your dress.. You look real fucking good.” he mumbles, another butterfly bomb explodes. Sending shivers down your spine. Making you respond with the only thing your brain manages to form, a nod. A fucking sign that it wont be long before no becomes yes.

Still whispering sweet nothings to you ear, pulling every card to haul you in. You start to think, maybe one more night wont hurt. A reenactment, not repetition. That’s for sure.

You can feel the disapproving looks your friends throw at you from the couch. Knowing the pain you had to and probably will endure again if you didn’t snap out of it right this minute.

But the music’s blaring too loud for you to comprehend shit, and Mingyu’s hand on your hips and waist did not help at all. When the devil of your past leans back in to deliver more of his sweet nothing bullshit, you thought to yourself, fuck it.

You turn you head so fast and caught his lips in yours.

Bombs after bombs of butterfly bursts in your stomach, chest, head, everywhere, even fingers along with the acrylic coffin-shaped nails you get done just for tonight.

Mingyu pulls you out of the dance floor, scrambling through hallways to find an empty bedroom in rapid speed, afraid you change your mind and bolt out of his grasp again.

When he finally find an unoccupied bedroom, he kicks the door but only stand aside. Waiting for you to come in on your own will. Glancing around, you find one of your friend stare you down in disbelief. You look straight into her eyes and reads the unspoken words of “What the fuck?!” thrown your ways.

Without hesitation—the butterflies are taking over you body and soul by now— you throw a quick wink at her before stepping inside the empty bedroom and let Mingyu closes the door behind him as he follows, locking it. ••• You passed out. Not for long you don’t think. An hour probably.

Sitting up, you feel something heavy weigh down your stomach. An arm, Mingyu’s arm. You chocked. Registering what happened during the short few hours between you arriving and now. Sprawling on top of an unknown bed with someone you know too damn well.

You quickly gather you clothes—thanking the Goddes all of them are within the arms reach. Quickly detangle yourself from the heavy figure sleeping soundly next to you, jumping off the bed you pick up your bag and shoes.

“What’s with the hurry, little one?” he groans, half awake. Freezing you mid way to the door.

“My.. my ride.” you blurt out, knowing damn well he’s not buying it.

“Can we talk?” you can hear him sitting up behind you. You hesitate for a minute as he collects his clothes. When you finally turn your back, he’s already marching towards you. Arms reaching out.

“I can’t, this was a fucking mistake.” you sigh. Arms stretched out to his chest preventing him to come any closer. Afraid of another butterfly bomb clouding your sense.

“Didn’t felt like it.” he mewls, broad shoulder droppings. Your heart sinks.

“I’m sorry, Mingyu. Whatever the fuck that was... was a reenactment and I don’t do repetition.” you sigh. Hands flying up to cup the side of his face. Caressing it lightly. Caressing the boy you once loved with raging force.

“Come on, lil one. You felt it too, I know you do.” Mingyu leans into your hands. Pleading.

“A reenactment. If it makes you feel better, it was a fucking great one.” you wink. Patting his jaw. You reach up, standing on your tippy toes, kissing the side of his face with so much affection you had to pull back.

“Goodbye, big guy.” you turn your back to him. Unlocking the door, you walk away. Doing the thing you should’ve done a few hours ago.

Left all alone, Mingyu freezes. Standing still a few feet away from the door. Watching you walk out breaks him. He thought he had forgotten you. Turns out, he doesn’t. He never did.

And what had happened just a mere hours ago, was wake up call for Mingyu. He needs you. He needs you back. And hopefully, he’ll get you back. •••

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