๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: jung sungchan x male reader ๐น
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐: 2045
๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: sungchan lends you a pair of jeans a whiff too tight and immediately regrets doing so.
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด/๐: a lot and i mean a LOT of pet names, also, cringe ๐ฌ
๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ โญ๏ธ
๐ฎ/๐ป: sooo, weโre back ig! and oh my god did i enjoy writing this and how perfect the gif i found is for the story just made it all the more entertaining ๐๐ so hope you enjoy!! weโve had this in our drafts for suuuuchh a long time but we only found it in ourselves to post it now :p ahaha, consider this a comeback of some sorts?
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โGod Iโve missed you.โ Sungchan says with bated breaths as he nuzzles his chin against the crook of your neck from across the driver's seat.
โJesus Sungchan, itโs been less than 12 hours since you last saw me.โ You giggle as he presses his lips against your jaw.
โYou even had dinner at myโโ He cuts you off, grabbing the back of your head and pushing your lips onto his. โโplace.โ You weakly continue.
โShhh.โ He says, halting your speech, laying a finger on your lips as the rest scramble to unbuckle your seatbelt.
โSungchan.โ
โShhhhh.โ He slurs, even longer this time as the seatbelt springs up to your shoulders before disappearing into the seat.
A gentle kiss takes the place of his index finger on your lips. Sungchanโs tongue rams into yours and both of your lips vibrate as mewls spew from them.
โSungchan, we should stop.โ You chuckle, pushing him off of you. โWeโre in a car.โ You add, succeeding your hasty and intermittent breaths.
โFine.โ Sungchan obliges, his lips pressed into a petulant pout as he shuts down the engines.
You look at the parking space ahead, the headlights forming strings of yellow in the fast-paced rainfall. He reaches over to twist the key digging into the steering wheel, knocking over a cup of coffee in his path.
โS-Sungchan, honey?โ You quiver under the gush of liquid making waves over your jeans.
โOh my god, Iโm so sorry.โ Sungchanโs palms slide up his face and into his scalp. โAre you hurt baby boy?โ He drags his words through pressed lips.
โI-Iโm fine.โ You stutter as he babies your cheeks with his palms, rubbing and squeezing them, his doe eyes staring into your slightly irritated look.
โDo you have an extra pair?โ You ask, reaching behind your backrest for a towel.
โI do actually.โ Sungchan beams, ripping his hands off of your cheeks. โRenjun left one at my place, I was going to drop it off one of these days, but I suppose you could use it.โ
โRenjunโs!?โ You howl. โThatโs not gonna fit me!โ
โTheyโre a little baggy on him, so theyโll just be a bit tight.โ He replies, as he takes the towel from you. โHere, let me.โ
Sungchan watches you with a lidded gaze as his hands stroke your thigh, which took the brunt of the spill, with a towel. He makes rounds in the area before roaming your inner thigh and ultimately wandering to your crotch.
โDonโt.โ You bite back with a squinted glare, catching his tongue slip out of the crevice of his lips to dampen them. โMy god Sungchan, less than a day since you last saw me, less than a day.โ
โNot my fault my little baby boyโs such a hottie.โ Sungchan briskly winks, his petulant tone sugarcoats the obscenity of his remark.
โJust give me the pants.โ You restlessly reach your hand out. โAnd Iโm not that short, youโre just a giant.โ
โHere you go baby.โ He cooes as he catapults the pair into your palms, garnering a soft and whiny โthank youโ from you as you reach for the tab of your zipper.
Your fingers stall its teeth as you sit the pants beside your lap. Catching a set of eyes from the corner of your sight, your head creeps up towards them.
โWhat are you waiting for?โ A voice emerges from the pair of eyes staring at you.
โN-nothing, itโs just that,โ You pause, rubbing the back of your neck.
โWhat?โ Sungchan inches closer, wrapping his arm around one shoulder.
โYouโre staring at me.โ
Sungchan bursts into noisy and unrestrained peals of laughter, occasionally shaken by his head making swings backwards. He plants his hand on his puffing abdomen as he tries to stifle his laughter.
โIโm your boyfriend.โ He manages to cough out in his wheezing fit. โIf anything, Iโd like to see you remove even more than your pants.โ He adds, shooting you a perky wink, tugging at your cheeks again.
โIโโ You stammer, eyes wide as your cheeks burn red.
โAww, is my precious pumpkin getting shy?โ Sungchan interrupts you, pursing his lips and furrowing his brows as he pinches your cheeks. Again.
You slap his hand away, inhaling sharply, retracting a fist to threaten a punch. Two fingers from each hand hook into the waistband of the pants as your legs squirm into the pair.
โOk, Iโm done, letโs go.โ You pant for air as your feet pop out of the bottom hems. A lewd smirk surfacing Sungchanโs lips narrows your eyes at him.
โWhat now?โ You let out a raspy groan.
โNothing.โ Sungchan brings a fist up to his lips, to shield his grin. โJust, a little tight donโt you think?โ He snorts, eyeing the jeanโs stretched seams and the creaseless bulge ballooning from under its fly.
โYou biโโ
โI donโt mind though.โ He giggles, his fingers making another voyage to your cheeks before being swatted away by your hands.
โYou look good.โ Sungchanโs eyes flicker up and down your body as he lightly bites at his bottom lip. Little did Sungchan know that he wouldnโt be the only one to think so.
Had he known how much attention the fit of Renjunโs pants would draw, he would have very much rather wasted the little money left in his wallet to buy you a pair. Not that he thought you didnโt already have one though.
Sungchan coughs out an exasperated huff as you stroll past probably the third group of women heโs caught ogling your lower body since you got to the shopping district.
You and Sungchan come across yet another woman. He catches her passes at flirting, tucking hair behind her ears, shy smile, looking down, discrete grooming and shoots her a stringent glare.
His wrist curls into the palm of your hand and his fingers snake onto your knuckles as he hauls you away from her. You look at his hand and tighten your grip on it.
โSungchan, babe,โ You call out smiling, prodding his shoulder as you take notice of his glum frown. โsweetie.โ
โDude.โ Your voice is raised slightly and your nudges get heftier with the silence. โHyung!โ
โY-yes babe?โ His voice is shaky as he glares into the distance.
โWhatโs wrong?โ You reach up to rub his back. โWhy the long face?โ
โNothing baby.โ Sungchanโs flexed brows and firm pout let loose. His expression softens as he briskly looks to you with a delicate smile.
โIโm hungry, letโs go have lunch.โ He urges, dragging you to the food court, this time stringing his whole arm around yours so that your elbows are touching.
โOkay.โ You reply, curling your forearm up and cuffing Sungchanโs bicep in your hand on the way to a restaurant.
โIโll get that for you.โ One of the workers by the counter approaches your table, picking up a couple of baskets and the checkered, oil stained liners on them.
โThank you.โ Sungchanโs eyes crinkle as he rests his forearms on the now emptied table. Looking over the screen of his phone, his smile dissipates.
Her eyes wander to your lower half. Her cheeks burn red as she brushes chunks of hair on either side of her forehead behind her ears.
Here we go again, Sungchan mentally groans..
โI-Iโll get going.โ She squeaks, waddling back to her counter to dispose of the trash.
Sungchan manages to grab hold of pieces of tissue. His fists clench on top of the table, fingertips digging into his palms and ripping the paper towels.
โShe better.โ He mumbles, lower lip jutting further out as the rigid edges of the ripped up tissues peer out between his fingers.
โWhat was that hun?โ You furrow your brows at him, eyes emerging from the top of your phone.
โN-nothing.โ He stammers, his twitching eyes locked onto the back of the waitress as teeth grit behind his adhered lips. โWhy donโt we order our food?โ
โSure.โ You smile. โIโll place our orders.โ
โWait what?โ His eyes widen, jerking to you as you get up to approach the counter. The curve of Sungchanโs frown deepens as he watches you approach the busser who cleaned your table a while ago spiral into a flustered mess.
He stares up from under strands of hair at the both of you. Acute giggles spray out of her toothy smile. She brushes chunks of hair from either side of her forehead behind her ears as she hands you a pen to sign your receipt.
She was trying to flirt. With his boyfriend.
And to make things worse, she wasnโt even trying to be discrete about it. Sungchanโs pouted lips tremble, going agape as he watches the girl eye you up and down in a way only heโs supposed to.
His palms land on the armrests of his chair as he elevates from his seat. You arrive at your table with a tray of food, stopping Sungchan from standing up.
โSungchan.โ
โHello! You there?โ You wave in front of his eyes as you rest the tray of food on your table.
โU-uh yeah? W-what?โ Sungchan stammers.
โYou want anything else?โ
He grins weakly and shakes his head, looking back at you. He sits back down, now staring blankly at the swiveling cubes of ice in the paper cup in front of him.
โHereโs a cup of water and the coffee you ordered.โ The same girl from the counter squeals.
She slips on her heel which causes the tray in her hands to dip on one side, spilling water from the collar of your shirt down to its bottom. A scoff spews from Sungchan as he catches the knowing smirk form on her lips.
โFirst my pants and now my shirt.โ You sigh, looking at Sungchan as your arms hover over the wet patch of your shirt.
โO-oh I-Iโm so sorry!โ She covers the smirk at the bottom of her face with her hands. โHere, let me wipe that for you.โ
A blank and expressionless smile materializes from Sungchanโs expression. โItโs no big deal, let me do it.โ
โN-no sir, let me, itโs my job.โ The girl bows only for Sungchan to help her torso up which causes her to flinch slightly.
โNo, please, I know youโre busy, let me.โ He exhales deeply, seeming to bite his teeth at the last few words.
โBut sirโโ
โListen to me while Iโm asking nicely.โ He whispers maliciously, tilting his head and raising a brow over his twitching eye, causing you to flinch this time.
โLet me do it. And while Iโm at it, I want you to pack our food for take out, and Get. Away. From. My. Boyfriend. Got it?โ Sungchan seethes, staring her down with a wide-eyed glare.
โFollow me.โ Sungchan rasps, after ripping the packed up leftovers from the girls fingers.
Both of your brows raise as a squeak jumps from the girlโs throat. Your lips curve into a lopsided smile to stifle your laughter. You now know why Sungchan had been acting so weird the whole day.
Sungchanโs always been the clingy, protective, cannot be alone for more than five minutes type. It does annoy you at times but on occasions like this, it really shows how much he loves you.
โTo where?โ You ask, continuing to suppress potential laughter.
โIโm buying you a pair of pants.โ He continues, glaring into the distance squeezing your hand in his. โAnd a new shirt.โ
โWhy?โ You question blankly.
Sungchanโs eyes flicker to you before jolting away. โA-arenโt you uncomfortable?โ
โNot at all.โ You taunt.
โB-buโโ Sungchan stammers.
โBut what?โ
โI-Iโโ
โYou what?โ
โI-II just donโt like how every girl we pass by stares you up and down like youโre some piece of meat.โ Sungchan whines, lips firmly pressed together.
โJealous much?โ A smirk balloons from your lips.
โO-only I should be allowed to look at you like that.โ He whines, looking down with a frown.
Heaving a sigh, you succumb to your own laughter. โLove you babe.โ You coo, pinching Sungchanโs cheek.
โYouโre mine and only mine, you know that right?โ Sungchan grabs you into his embrace, sliding the back of his fingers up and down your jaw.
Wrapping your arms around his nape, you gently peck his lips and smile into his eyes. โAll rights reserved.โ
ahhhh itโs been 7 weeks since we started this account, and it was sure to go to shit if it werenโt for the people who helped us start our account and get used to tumblr !!
special special thanks to @puppywritings & @avewritesmr <3
but wow 200 may not be a lot for u guys but it is for us,,, so from the bottom (๐) of our hearts, thank you so much !! we have seen all requests and have been working on them, so please stay tuned for future releases !!
Short Au where stray kids changbin gets anonymous letters from a secret admirer that has connections with their manager, then he starts to get them more frequently around his birthday, & in unique areas and starts to get curious about who this mystery person is.
(Donโt have an idea for the reveal so Iโll leave that up to you guys) โ ๐ป๐
this request got sent a month, six hours and seventeen minutes ago so SORRY FOR THE DELAY ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ, i also changed up the request very slightly but hope u enjoy it nonetheless <3
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: seo changbin x male reader
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐: 1576
๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: changbinโs secret admirer is actually much closer to him than he initially thought.
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด/๐: none ๐
๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ โญ๏ธ
๐ฎ/๐ป: there will be some terms used in the story such as y/h and ic/f, so just to clarify, these mean your height and favorite ice cream flavor respectively, youโll understand the context once you read hahaha. Oh and I also based a bit of this on a post about the favorite baskin robin ice cream flavors of each member so yeah hahahah, thought Iโd just put it out there ๐ and finally, requested by anon! hope you all like it!! enjoy and love lots โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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โHere is everyoneโs mailโwell, more of a letter and a box of candies for Changbin.โ You call out to the eight boys surrounding a table, reaching into the stack of envelopes to examine the names marked on them. โOh, and a late notice for Chanโs electricity bills.โ
โWait, what?โ Chan looks up from the laptop heโd been staring at.
โPlease pay your electricity bill guys, youโre all old enough for me to not need to remind you about stuff like this.โ You whine, waving the notice in the air for Chan to get.
โAnother letter?โ Changbin springs up from the beanbag heโd been lying down on.
โDamn hyung, your secret admirer is a persistent one.โ Jeongin shoots him a smile, behind the rapid taps heโs making on the screen of his phone. โThis is already the 5th this week if Iโm not mistaken.โ
โReally is.โ Hyunjin agrees.
โIs there anything else hyung?โ Felix asks, throwing a handful of chips into his mouth.
โMmm, nope, nothing.โ You rummage through the contents of the bag you were carrying.
โAnyways, Iโll get going, your other manager needs me to run errands for him, I gotta book restaurant reservations for Changbinโs birthday dinner.โ You continue, jokingly rolling your eyes as you wave goodbye. โSee you guys around and get some sleep, itโs late.โ
โThanks hyung.โ Changbin mouths softly.
โBye.โ Chan cooes as everyone else follows. His eyes trail you as you exit the room.
โSo what does it say this time?โ He asks, immediately sliding onto a seat beside Changbin once the door shuts behind you.
Changbinโs hands thread into the envelope as he pulls the letter out. The rest of the members either sit themselves beside him or kneel on the floor behind Chan to peep over his shoulders.
โHi again,โ Changbin reads as he drags a seat to the singular table in the room, squeezing himself in between the backrest and table top.
โI know youโve been really busy and stressed out lately soโhey!โ He scolds as Jisung yanks the piece of paper away from him.
โI know youโve been really busy and stressed out lately so hereโs aโโ Minho pushes Jisung, and pulls the letter away from his hands as he makes his own attempt to read it. โWhaโexcuse me?!โ
โA box of candies to satisfy your sweet tooth.โ Minho continues.
โAre you guys done passing around my secret admirerโs letter?โ Changbin mumbles.
โOh my god Binnie, this oneโs such a sweetheart.โ Minho ignores Changbin as he tugs at his cheeks in between two fingers.
โY-yeah, he really is.โ Changbin stutters, looking down to hide his timid grin.
โWait, hold on.โ Hyunjin speaks up. โSo no clue?โ
โOh right.โ He stutters.
โCheck the back.โ Jeongin says. His eyes remain a thumbs length away from the phone heโs been staring at, it shakes in his hands from the hard taps heโs making on it.
โYouโve been staring at that for the past few hours.โ Seungmin grabs the phone away from Jeongin and tosses it onto a pile of cushions across the room.
โOh and I almost forgot, another thing about me? I guess you could say that Iโm closer to you than you think I am. Sincerely, me, your secret admirer.โ Changbin continues reading. โHe might be someone we know.โ
โThatโs a big clue!โ Chan exclaims. โWhen did you say this person started giving clues about themselves?โ
โI-I donโt remember when exactly.โ
โActually, wait.โ Chan kneels below the table in the middle of the room, pushing around the clutter scattered around its legs. His hands settle on a cardboard box. โAha.โ He yells.
โWhy?โ Seungmin asks.
โHere.โ Chan slides the box across the table to Minhoโs direction.
โWhat is that?โ He walks over to it.
โAll of this person's letters.โ Chan replies as Minho pries the lid off of the box, revealing a pile of creased and discolored papers where the members gather around.
โYou kept those!?โ Changbin shoves himself through the rest of the members peeking through the small openings between Chan, Minho and Seungmin.
โActually, we didโ Felix raises his hand. โYโknow, just in case something like this happened.โ
โWhich it did.โ He shrugs. โYouโre welcome by the way.โ
โGive me that.โ Changbin scowls, grabbing the box and resting it on his thighs. His fingers go in between the individual slips of paper in the pile. Changbinโs expression beams as he pulls a letter from the pile. โI found it.โ
โFound what?โ Felix walks over to Changbin and looks over his shoulders.
โIโve debated a while on whether I should write this letter or not but here goes, I guess itโs time I start talking about myself.โ Changbin reads as the other members gather around him like preschoolers being read a story by a teacher.
โSo Iโll start with one thing about me.โ He continues. โI feel like itโs important that you know Iโm a guy.โ
โOkay, a guy that we know.โ Seungmin hums. โThink.โ
โThatโs too vague, we need more clues.โ Felix objects. โWe are all guys he knows and Iโm pretty damn sure that none of us wrote these letters.โ
โLook for another one.โ Minho suggests, shifting through more papers in the pile.
โUhh, okayโhere!โ Changbin cheers, holding up a different letter. โThis one says that heโs around (Y/H) cm tall.โ
โOooh, this one here says that (IC/F) is his favorite flavor.โ Felix replies.
โHe wears contacts because he doesnโt think glasses look good on him.โ Seungmin pulls a letter from the small pile he picks up.
โThese are too random.โ Chan lightly scratches his head. โIs there anything else?โ
โNone.โ Seungmin answers back, as Chan sifts through the now unraveled pile in the box. โTheyโre all just a bunch of other small facts from what I remember, the letter today is the first significant one.โ
Changbin pensively stares into space as he takes a seat on a bean bag across the room. His eyes rest blankly in its lids, brows furrowed as an unlikely guess as to who this person might be nips at his thoughts.
Someone (Y/H), older than the whole group, doesnโt wear glasses, likes (IC/F) that he knows.
โI think I might know someone who could be my secret admirer.โ Changbin mumbles out loud.
โWhat was that?โ Chan asks, looking over to Changbin.
โO-oh, itโs n-nothing.โ He stutters as everyone else continues to drown their fingers into the mess of papers, relieved that no one heard him.
Everyoneโs heads jerk to the door as its knob spins and rattles in place. The hinges creak amidst their frenzy of shushes as the door slides open.
โI had a feeling you guys werenโt asleep.โ You chuckle seeing the eight boys very much alive and kicking.
โI was going to place these in the freezer for tomorrow but since you guys are awake, might as well eat them now huh?โ You smile, dropping the plastic bags in your hands and the body bag around your torso onto the table in the room.
โYou guys never listen to me.โ You jokingly sigh, reaching into the bags and pulling out individual cups of Baskin Robbins. โEat up and happy birthday Changbin, consider this an early gift.โ
โTh-thanks.โ Changbin utters softly, briskly glancing at the box of candies at his side.
โThank you, hyung.โ Jeongin drags his speech as he skips over to the rustling bags of ice cream. โSo what flavorโโ
โSalted caramel for Chan, Lovestruck strawberry for Minho, Mint chocolate for Jeongin and Seungmin, 3 random flavors for Jisung and Almond bon bon for Changbin.โ You cut him off knowingly.
โIโve been with you guys for three years, I know what ice cream flavors you like.โ You say, pulling out a ninth cup from the bags.
โH-hey hyung, what flavor did you get?โ Changbin nervously questions.
โ(IC/F), why?โ You hesitantly reply as you briefly catch Changbinโs eyes widen.
โAnyways, Iโll be heading home, see you guys tomorrow.โ You wave as you walk out the room.
โAnd for real this time, get to sleep.โ You continue before closing the door behind you.
โIโm actually sleepy.โ Jeongin yawns.
โMe too.โ Minho agrees before everyone follows.
โIโll get going too, bye guys.โ Chan greets as he walks out himself.
Changbin sits in the same position as he had been a while ago, staring into space as the other seven boys leave the room. He prepares to leave himself as he eyes the clock. โ1:32AM.โ It ticks.
As he makes his way to the door, he notices the body bag that you had brought it the minutes before. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, his mouth goes agape as he unzips the bag.
A bottle of contact lens solution, a pair of seemingly unused glasses resting in its case and a folded note.
โHey, I hope youโre doing good. If you havenโt already known, I like you, a lot and I think about you way more than I should.โ Changbin silently reads.
โI donโt know how long I am going to be able to keep this up but at the same time, I donโt know how or when Iโm going to muster up the courage to give you this letter, but what I do know is that itโs time I make my identity known to you.โ
Changbin eagerly flips the letter on its back. โMeet me at the soul cup cafe at 6:00PM tomorrow.โ
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: jung jaehyun x male reader ๐น๐ฅ
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐: 4182
๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: set in the 1960โs, your relationship with Jaehyun blooms as you navigate a time when homosexuality is unacceptable.
๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด/๐: hinted homophobia (but never shown)
๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ ๐
๐ฎ/๐ป: because valentines is jaehyunโs birthday !! hbd to my first bias <3 this story is so so fluffy, which is so unusual for me because iโm an angsty writer ๐ฅด also, i thought of this story while listening to โput your head on my shoulderโ !! every time i would write a part, i would listen to it <3 this is the longest story iโve written, surpassing memories (which is also a jaehyun one btw, i think this unintentionally proves my dedication to him) !! i hope u guys like this because iโve worked the hardest on this ๐ฅบ happy valentines everyone ! <3
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(some time in the 1960s~)
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Everybody thought they were friends. The class-skipping, the after-school hangouts, the dinners at Ankaโs Dinerโeverybody thought they were friends. And truly, they were.
But is that really all they were?
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โSoโฆโ Jaehyun asks as they walk down the halls of Neo High, โAnyone approach for Valentineโs yet? I bet youโve gotten more than three people to ask you out by now.โ
Y/N chuckles, lightly shoving Jaehyun as the latter chuckles as well. โMan, stop it. No one asked me out. And who are you to say that? Star athlete, 6 pack abs, Jaehyun of the Neos, I'd sayโฆ 6 girls?โ
โ7, actually.โ They both giggle as Jaehyun continues, โButโฆ I shot all of them down.โ
They both near Y/Nโs locker, Jaehyun leaning on the ones beside as the former opens his and gets some books out. โWhy? 7 girlsโฆ neat.โ
โI have my eyes on someone else.โ Jaehyun says, looking up, blushing at the ceiling, glad that Y/Nโs locker door is obstructing the latterโs view of his face.
โLucky girl.โ Y/N says, nonchalantly as he closes the door to his locker. โSheโll say yes, donโt worry.โ
โSure hope they do. Soโฆ I'm guessing you're still on the make? You know, looking for a date?โ Jaehyun says curiously, unknowingly hoping for a certain answer.
โI told you no one asked me out. And honestly, Iโm fine with that. It's a Saturday on the 14thโmaybe I should just stay home and listen to the radio.โ
โAww. That's fine little man.โ Jaehyun says as they begin their trek towards their classes. โMaybe you could go out with meโฆโ His voice softens, not wanting to alert those around them, โIf you can't find anyone.โ
Y/N chortles, smacking Jaehyun on the shoulder once again, โKinda gay ain't it?โ
โNothing wrong with it.โ
โYou think the people around usโll say the same?โ
Jaehyun hums in acknowledgement as he fixes his tie, replying, โOkay then. Well, see yaโ later alligator.โ
Y/N smiles as he sends the boy a wink, entering his classroom as the latter walks to his.
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They both knew it. It was mutual knowledge. But unspoken. It was unspoken knowledge. The sly touches, the flirtingโthey both knew it.
But neither have made a real move yet.
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โIf you had one thing you could do right now, without being interruptedโwithout any distractions,โ Jaehyun says, lying down on Y/Nโs bed, throwing a baseball up in the air as he asks, โwhat would it be?โ
โHm.โ Y/N ponders, pausing the movement of his pencil over the crรฉme sheet of paper, placing it down. โMaybeโฆโ he looks out the window, observing the orange to black ombrรฉ, โMoongazing. I just love the moon. The stars too.โ
โYou always talk about the moon.โ Jaehyun stops throwing the white ball knitted with red fabric, catching it on one hand as he sits up. โWhatโs so bewitching about it anyway?โ
โI donโt know.โ Y/N continues writing, the graphite marking the pages as it produces the only sound in the room apart from their voices. โItโsโฆ calming. Not to mention, the twinkling stars look pretty too.โ
โTwinkle twinkle little starโฆโ Jaehyun sings softly as Y/N chuckles, throwing a pillow at the former.
โIf you donโt believe meโโ
โI do. Iโll take you for your word.โ Jaehyun replies almost instantly. โI always do.โ
โNeat. Now flake off. The sun is setting. You live three streets away, and I don't want you walking in the dark alone.โ Y/N gets up from his seat at the window, turning to face Jaehyun.
โWalk me home then.โ Jaehyun replies, a smirk on his face.
โThat would mean I would be the one walking home alone in the dark, you dork.โ
โAlright, alright.โ Jaehyun replies, getting up from Y/Nโs bed to give him a long, warm hug. Their bodies separate as Jaehyun blows Y/N a kiss, walking out the bedroom door, getting a snort in return.
The marmalade sun hides itself on the horizon as Y/N looks out the window, waving to Jaehyun as the latter walks out their front yard, beginning his journey home.
Oh God, was he falling.
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It was getting increasingly difficult to resist. The sneaky flirts, the clever comebacksโit was getting increasingly difficult to resist.
And maybe he should stop doing so.
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โBaby~โ Jaehyun sneaks up on Y/N, whispering the words as the latter stiffens in surprise before smacking him lightly in the face.
โDude. You gotta stop saying shit like that.โ The boy sitting on his assigned chair replies, looking up at Jaehyun who is now seated on his desk. โWhy are you here anyways? Donโt you have class soon?โ
โYou do.โ Jaehyun replies, pointing at Y/N before pointing at himself, โI donโt. My first subject isnโt โtill 9.โ
โHm.โ Y/N mumbles as he looks back down on the sheet of paper with two unanswered math problems waiting to be solved. โWell, I forgot to complete this last night because I was too pre-occupied with English, and thereโs five minutes left โtill my class starts so I really gotta finish this.โ
โMaybe you donโt.โ Jaehyun replies, a plan already devising itself in his mind. โDo you maybe wannaโฆ go to the park?โ
Y/N looks up, a smirk forming on his face as he observes the same smirk on Jaehyunโs. They hold a stare for about five seconds before Y/N shoves the gray sheet of paper into his backpack, not caring if it was getting crumpled. In laughing fits, both boys run out the hall and eventually out the school too. Slowing down from their marathon-like sprint, they don't notice that they have their fingers interlocked. Y/N realizing this, he quickly untangles them as he straightens his uniform, Jaehyun unconsciously bummed out.
โWell,โ Y/N says, looking up at Jaehyun who was already staring at him, โlead the way, my good sir.โ
Jaehyun bows as he jokes, โWhy of course, Milady. Iโll have you back in school by 9, just in time for your second subject.โ
Both giggle as they skip to the grassy park, unknowingly spending the whole day out of school.
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Maybe it was something in the air. Something they inhaled, passing their airways as it made its way to their heart, freeing them from their icy restraints. Maybe it was something in the airโor maybe something in the grass. But it made them both come out of their shells.
What took that damned Oโ so long to enter their lungs?
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โOh shit.โ Y/N realizes halfway through fawning about a low-graphic, black and white but new cartoon that had just come out. He looks down on his right wrist as he scoffs. โYou said youโd get me back in school by 9.โ He says, annoyed, looking up at Jaehyun, โItโs 9:05โ.
Jaehyun chuckles innocently, planting his palm on the back of your shoulder. โWellโฆ if people see us here in the park when weโre supposed to be in classโฆ weโll get detention for skipping.โ He says, matter-of-factly.
โWellโฆ we could go to the movies? Or the fairโฆโ Jaehyun brings his lips closer to Y/N ears as he whispers convincingly, โOr both.โ
The flustered pulls away, hands pushing Jaehyun towards the opposite direction. โFine. But I didn't bring my wallet today.โ
โWhat do you want me to do about that?โ Jaehyun replies, a look of sarcasm cascading his face. Y/N rolls his eyes before staring straight into Jaehyunโs, cracking his knuckles. Before he could get a word out, Jaehyun already surrenders. โOkay, okay! Calm down dude.โ He chuckles. โBut on one condition.โ
โIโm listening.โ Y/N replies, crossing his legs.
โBe my Valentine. For tomorrow.โ
โW-โ
โDude, you don't have a valentine, I don't have a valentineโโ
โBecause you turned them all down!โ
โOkay fair enough.โ Jaehyun admits, โBut it's not like I can ask them out again, it would be too humiliating for big oleโ Jae, wouldn't it?โ He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out as he stares into Y/Nโs eyes.
Y/N contemplates, sighing after a minute as he replies, โFine.โ
Jaehyun jumps in glee as he cheers, acting like a kid whose parents agreed to buy them ice cream.
โJust take me to the movies already.โ Y/N sighs yet again, scratching his head as the taller calms down, bowing facetiously.
โOf course, Milady.โ
โShut up.โ
โOkay.โ
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The popcorn was exceptional. Splendid indeed. The pop of flavor just made everything fall into place. The popcorn was exceptionalโmaybe thatโs why Jaehyun held the bag so cautiously.
And soon enough, that wonโt be the only thing heโll be holdingโand eating, too.
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โMmmh.โ Jaehyun moans as he sips his pop, taking a handful of popcorn right after.
โDude, stop! We haven't even gotten in the theater yet and you're already devouring everything.โ Y/N whines, upset. โBy the time the movie starts, weโll have nothing!โ
โChill,โ Jaehyun replies, taking one last sip from his straw before he smiles at Y/N, โwe can just buy another one.โ
โYouโre just wasting money.โ Y/N groans, not wanting Jaehyun to spend any more.
โOkay, okay.โ He replies, sealing his popcorn as they wait to be let in the theater.
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Was it the popcorn in the theater? Something that gave Jaehyun the courage. Because Jaehyun had not been this bold 6 months ago. Was it the popcorn in the theaterโor was it the soda pop?
It didn't matter. What he was going to do with his newly-found virtue did.
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In the darkness, the mono-colored movie played as the bag of popcorn was set in between the boys.
โRemind me why we decided to watch a romance movie again?โ Y/N brings his lips closer to Jaehyunโs ears as he whispers, not wanting to disturb the rest.
โPeople say itโs a good movie.โ
โThey both die.โ
Jaehyun peels his eyes away from the screen to stare at Y/N, a look of disbelief washing over his face. โYou just spoiled the movie for me.โ
โEverybody knows the story of Romeo and Juliet.โ Y/N replies, rolling his eyes.
โWell, I donโt.โ Jaehyun whispers, looking back at the projected movie, correcting himself, โDidnโt. I guess I do now.โ
โI still canโt believe you didnโt know though.โ Y/N remarks, grabbing popcorn from their shared bucket, staring at the movie playing.
โNow I do, andโฆโ Jaehyun looks at Y/N once again, his cheeks burning as he braves and says, โI guess itโs a good thing weโll both be Romeos tomorrow.โ
Y/N lightly chuckles, trying to ignore what Jaehyun had just said, keeping his eyes glued to the movie.
Unsatisfied with Y/Nโs reaction, Jaehyun slips his fingers past the bucket of popcorn and onto Y/Nโs, resting on the armrest. With the sudden weight and warmth on his hand, Y/N tensesโbut doesnโt look at Jaehyun. Rather, he watches the movie intently, silently hoping he doesnโt give in.
Jaehyun leans closer to Y/N, lips right next to his ears as he whispers, โIโm cold.โ
And he gives in.
Their fingers interlock in the dark of the theater, the sounds of dialogue from the movie filling the enclosed space up. No one can see themโitโll be alright.
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Jaehyun always found rings cute. A cheese ring, a metal ring, the ring around Saturn. Jaehyun always found rings cute,
But his greatest wish was to put a diamond one around Y/Nโs finger.
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โThis is a scam.โ Y/N retorts, hands crossed. He stares at Jaehyun as they stand in line for a hoop game on the board walkโs carnival, a few minutes after their exit from the theater.
โThereโs no harm in trying.โ Jaehyun replies, his eyes on the prizeโa teddy bear the size of a toddler.
โThatโs like saying โThereโs no harm in getting scammedโ, Jae.โ
โWell,โ Jaehyun cheekily replies, smirking as he blurts, โthereโs no harm in getting scammed for you.โ
Y/N looks at Jaehyun in disbelief as the flirt grabs 3 round hoops, preparing to land them on the moving bottles. Much like Y/Nโs prediction, the first hoop falls too early and too far from the bottles, the second slides off after nearing and the third one flies too far and hits the stall owner. Jaehyun cringes as the owner painfully smirks, the feeling of victory of scamming another customer engulfing the latterโs mind, accompanied by the feeling of pain from the metal object recently hurled at his stomach.
โAt least we have consolation candy?โ Jaehyunโs face agonizes, embarrassment taking over.
โAt least we have consolation candy.โ Y/N repeats, grabbing a handful as he smiles at the owner and makes a 180ยฐ, leaving the booth. Jaehyun follows behind, hands in his pocket as he looks around the fair.
โOooh,โ Jaehyun interests, โWhat about that one?โ He says, pointing at the game with a man in his 20โs trapped inside a container with water below, fate depending on his partnerโs aim at the target.
โHow about no?โ Y/N replies, chuckling shortly after, โIf you like water so muchโฆ
how do you feel about the beach?โ
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Tonight was the night. It wasnโt the 14thโit was the day before. But Jaehyun was more than confident enough to make a move. Tonight was the nightโand nothing could go wrong.
Or so he hopes.
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The tangerine sun meets the navy water once again, its center resting at the edge of the coast. Both boys walk down the beach, hands in pockets as they keep their feelings in.
โPretty isnโt it?โ Jaehyun perks up as he stares at Y/N breaking the silence. โThe sun setting.โ Jaehyun nods as Y/N continues. โItโs a shame that itโs disappearing soon. Give it a few minutes more and there wonโt be a trace of orange on the sky.โ
โItโs just how it is.โ Jaehyun replies.
โExactly.โ Y/N gleams, the wind blowing on his shirt. โAs much as I love seeing the sun, and as much as I hate seeing it go, I see it as a good thing too.โ
โWhat do you mean?โ Jaehyun replies, sparkles in his eyes as he stares at Y/N, only the calm waters and the sunโs secant behind him.
โI see it as, โif you love something, you have to let something else goโ, or something of the sort.โ Y/N chuckles, his hands still in his pockets, โI love the sun so much, but if it means seeing the night sky again, Iโd give it up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.โ
โYou must love the moon and stars so much, huh.โ Jaehyun awes as his skin glows under the dying sunโs radiating tint.
Y/N nods as both boys settle down on a spot by the ocean, watching the sun submerge, darker and bluer hues taking over the early evening sky. They sit there for a few minutes, staring at the ocean waves, thinking about their current situation. As they contemplate, the sky has completely changed, from warm hues into cooler and darker ones, the moon showing itself first.
โThere you go.โ Jaehyun chuckles, laying his back on the sand as he points up, โYour favorite.โ
Y/N follows the direction Jaehyunโs finger is pointing at as he looks up at the indigo atmosphere, a faint, glowing crescent standing out. He beams as he appreciates the moonโs presence, basking in it. โThank you for today, Jae.โ
โYouโre welcome. Donโt forget about tomorrow okay?โ
Y/N nods as he gets up, dusting his shorts off from the sand. The other gets up as well, doing the same as Y/N watches.
Just as the latter is about to leave, Jaehyun speaks up. โWait!โ Y/N faces him once again, a sparkle on his eyes as he wonders why he was called back. โIโ I have something to say.โ Jaehyun shivers, clenching his fists as he breathes in and out, preparing himself for his own confession. โFor the longest time Iโveโ Iโve looked up to you and I just wanna say,โ Y/N raises his eyebrows, the sound of waves crashing onto the beach filling his ears, โI like you.โ
โI like youโ. The words ring in Y/N ears, the syllables painting his eardrums with love. It seems great at first but then he remembersโthe predjudice, the shame, the disgrace, the dishonorโand doubles back. โY-you canโt.โ
โYes, I can.โ Jaehyun says as he inches closer to Y/N, his hand grazing the latterโs cheek as he pulls closer. Their lips touch under the moonlight, the stars and benthics as their witness. The taste of strawberry fills Y/Nโs taste buds, the savory flavor of intimacy filling his mouth. With the doting feeling of passion engulfing Y/Nโs body, he kisses back. They move in sync for a few seconds until Jaehyun pulls away, the feeling of endearment filling his mind as he registers that he had just kissed Y/Nโthe one he's been pining for for the past few years. Of course, that feeling isn't long-lasting as he notices Y/N take a step back, fear in the latterโs eyes.
โWhatโs wrong?โ Jaehyun questions, his words coming out as a mere whisper. Y/N doesn't reply as he takes more steps back, mortified. Jaehyun reaches his hand outโand thatโs all it takes to send Y/N running.
He sprints the opposite direction, ignoring Jaehyunโs shouts behind him. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as his shoes hit the sand continuously, fear and disappointment fueling his run.
Jaehyun is left alone, under the moonlit beach, and instead of hearing his belovedโs voice, only the sound of waves fill his ears, sending him into full regret.
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Was it like water? Sometimes everything would be blitheโcalm, tranquil water, their insouciant selves enjoying the world. But sometimes it would be erratic tooโthe unpredictable waves engulfing them and their relationship. Was it like waterโtheir love for one another?
Jaehyun just hopes it wouldnโt dry up.
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โThought Iโd find you up here.โ Jaehyun mutters as he closes the rooftop door, making a sound as it closes again. Itโs been a few hours since the beach incident, the moon already glowing brighter. โLook, Iโm sorry for kissโโ
โDonโt be.โ Y/N replies, keeping his voice as stern as possible, despite already being on the verge of tears. โIt was great, I just,โ Y/N pauses, takes in the night skyโs view for the last time before he breaks down, and plants his eyes on Jaehyun, still by the rooftop door. โDonโt you think this is wrong?โ
โWhat is?โ Jaehyun replies, already knowing the answer he would receive.
โThis.โ Y/N replies, whining dejectedly as he gets up from his sitting position, facing Jaehyun. โThis is. Weโre both guys, we shouldn't be flirting, let alone kissing!โ
โWhy does it matter?โ Jaehyun questions, stepping forward as he tries his best to keep his tears in.
โIt just does Jaehyun!โ Y/N yells back, the exact opposite of Jaehyunโs hushed tone, his voice echoing out into the night sky. โIt just does.โ He repeats, tears pooling on the corner of his eyes.
โIf it does, thenโฆโ Jaehyun steps back, the feeling of woe engulfing him, โyou never liked me the same way I like you.โ
โNo!โ Y/N replies almost immediately, a tear already slipping out, painting his right cheek, โI, I like you Jae, I like you so fucking much. Every single moment weโve had, every single moment weโve sharedโI relish every bit of it. I canโt stop liking youโIโll never stop liking you. But,โ Y/N pauses, โIโm scared.โ
Jaehyun steps closer to Y/N, pulling him into his embrace as the latter cries out onto his shoulder, tears staining his t-shirt, โDonโt be.โ
โBut I am.โ Y/N replies, sniffing as he tightens his grip on Jaehyunโs body. โIโm scared of everythingโWhat if people talk bad about us, behind our backs? What if our parents kick us out? What if we get expelled? What ifโโ
โShh.โ Jaehyun shushes, his hand rubbing Y/Nโs back slowly, the strokes calming the latter down. โStop thinking about the โwhat ifsโ, just focus on me.โ
โIโm sorry, I know I overthink a lot.โ Y/N mumbles, pulling away from their embrace as he looks Jaehyun in the eyes, the moonlight shining on them. โIโm justโฆ scared of the darkness that awaits, you know?โ
โI get you.โ Jaehyun replies as he stares at Y/N, melancholic. โAnd Iโll do whatever it takes, okay? Iโll be your candle, your shining light, anything thatโll get you through the darkness.โ
โThanks.โ Y/N chuckles, looking down, noticing the sand still on Jaehyunโs shoes. โBut that still doesnโt change what people would think aboutโฆโ He points to Jaehyun, then at himself, repeatedly, โthis.โ
Jaehyun hums as he guides Y/N to the ledge of the rooftop, sitting both him and himself down as they stare out onto the deserted school field below. โRemember what you said about the sun, just a few hours ago when we were down at the beach?โ
โYeah, what about it?โ
โIโd give it all up. All of it. My status, my family, my friendsโall of itโฆโ Jaehyun says, peeling his eyes off the dark field below them and locking them with Y/Nโs, passion fueling his words, โif it meant I could be with you. Because as much as I love them, if it means seeing you in my arms, Iโd give them all up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.โ
Y/N forces a sob in, trying his best not to break down. โBut why?โ He replies, feeling tears pool again.
โBecause Iโm serious with you, dude.โ Jaehyun replies as Y/N chuckles, the tears still in his eyes. โIโve been wanting to tell you all this for a while now.โ
Y/N snickers louder, he and his best friendโs intimacy overwhelming him. He takes in Jaehyunโs form, the moon casting its light down on him, and makes a desicion. โFine.โ
โFine what?โ
โFine, you can be my candle. Fine, you can be my shining light. Fineโฆโ Y/N pauses, trying to find the right words, โFine, Iโll give thisโusโa chance.โ
Jaehyun quickly switches moods from his dejected one to a grin from ear to ear, painting over his gloomy look. โDoes that mean youโre still my valentine for tomorrow...โ Jaehyun pauses, looks at his watch then looks back into Y/Nโs eyes, noticing all the sorrow fading, โI mean later?โ
โYes, dude.โ
โWe have to stop calling each other that now, babe.โ
โEw. Too cheesy donโt you think?โ
โNot at all. I think it suits you.โ
Both men chuckle as they stare out into the landscape, a completely new bond between them formed.
โSince itโs Valentineโs Day already,โ Jaehyun mumbles as he looks toward Y/Nโs direction, โdo you mind giving me a kiss?โ Y/N stops his peaceful gaze on the stars as he locks eyes with Jaehyun, noticing the sparkles in his eyes. โNo running away this time though.โ
Y/N chuckles before he places his hand on Jaehyunโs cheek, moving closer and closer, feeling their taboo love get stronger and stronger. Their lips touch as he realizes that Jaehyunโs lips taste more like peaches than strawberries. With this thought in mind, he smiles into their kiss, the feeling of fear leaving his body as he feels his best friendโsโnow boyfriendโsโlips on his.
Instead of the briny ocean water witnessing their love wither merely 6 hours earlier, it was now the magnificent moon and the stunning stars bearing witness to their young, requited love bloom.
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Maybe it was the stigma. The thing that kept them apart for so long. Maybe it was the stigmaโor maybe they were both just pussies.
Good thing they grew some balls.
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โI think I get why you like the moon and stars so much.โ Jaehyun blurts as the two lay on the beach once again, staring up at the glittered night sky, the valentine air floating out and about.
โAnd whyโs that?โ Y/N says as he looks up at Jaehyun, curiosity devouring him.
โIt reminds me of a phrase in Latin.โ He replies, smiling as the bijou stars twinkled at them, as if they were smiling. โIt means light in darkness.โ Y/N nods. โThe moon, the starsโthey paint the plain black sky and turn it into something stunning. I canโt look away from it now. Whenever I look up at night, Iโll always remember you.โ
โGood for you.โ Y/N chuckles, shifting his gaze from his boyfriendโs cheek and placing it back on the painting-like sky above them, miniature dots glistening on the canvas. โWhatโs that phrase again? If it sounds pretty, I just might get it tattooed on me.โ
โLight in darkness,โ Jaehyun stops, smiling back at the specs winking at them, โand in Latin,โ Y/N looks up at Jaehyun, only to catch him staring back, stars in his eyes,
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: xiao dejun x male reader ๐
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๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: following a heart-wrenching break up with xiaojun, you leave the countryโand reunite with him 8 years later at the grand opening of a friend's restaurant.
๐ฎ/๐ป: this might be my favorite (and longest ๐ ๐ ) story out of all the ones iโve written, like idk if itโs because xiaojunโs my bias in wayv but i really enjoyed writing it and am really proud of how it turned out hahaha, i put my blood sweat and tears into this story so i hope you guys enjoy ๐ฅบ๐ฅบand happy valentines to you all and hbd to who is also my first bias, jaehyun haha have a great day and a great valentines <3
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Outside, the sun has dipped below the horizon and behind wisps of clouds and falling snow, the sky has turned dark. Compounds of snow and bits of ice lie on the streets and dress stoplights as you wait at the entrance of a newly opened restaurant in town.
A miniature landscape greets you at the entrance. Artificial river water ricochets off of artificial rocks, onto the chiseled marble paths that you step over on your way to the dining area.
You make glances around the restaurant. Crowds of people are cobbled together, flowing like river water around tables and floral displays. Looking around, a familiar face emerges from the congested crowd.
โYou seem to have gotten quite popular.โ You tap on the hem of Doyoungโs blazer, looking around the crowded facade of the restaurant.
โYou made it!โ Doyoung says. Like a jack-in-the-box, he springs out of the crowd, jumping onto you and engulfing you in a tight embrace.
โI am very much here.โ You reply, muffled by the confines of his arms.
โMy god, I havenโt seen you in years!โ He squeals, tightening his grip around your torso. โYouโve aged. A lot.โย He snickers, crimping his face into a faux scowl.
โYou're not looking any younger yourself.โ You spit back with squinted eyes.
โStill bitchy as ever.โ Doyoung pats your head, lips forming a snarky grin. โCome in.โ
โHow did you get here so early? Werenโt you set to fly in about a week later from now?โ He eagerly questions, excitement very much visible through his puffing chest and eye-squinting smile.
โSimple, I booked an earlier flight.โ
โAnd lost my first class seat.โ You seethe, holding up your economy class boarding pass.
โYouโre the best.โ Doyoung giggles.
โI really am.โ You gripe, narrowing your eyes. โNew York is one far place.โ
โYouโre one to hold grudges arenโt you.โ He pats your back with one hand, prying the boarding pass from your fingerโs grasp with the other before tossing it into a nearby trash bin.
โFollow me.โ Doyoung grabs your wrist and he escorts you into one of the private rooms, briefly passing by the reception desk. โThis is Karina, one of my staff.โ
โHi!โ She waves.
โWhere are we going?โ You question as he pulls you towards the first sliding door from the right of the reception desk.
โThose rooms over there are the rooms for the VIP reservations.โ Karina says.
โVIP?โ You ask, shooting them an amused expression.
โI have a heart my guy, I didnโt cost you your business class upgrade for nothing.โ He ruffles your hair.
โFirst class.โ You scornfully correct Doyoung, squinting your eyes at him, pushing his hands off of your head.
โHave a seat.โ He reaches his palm out to point to the cushions resting on the floor and the recessed floor in front of it.
You slip your legs into the recession, eyeing a few floral vases and intricately patterned stems of miniature cherry blossom trees.
โSeems like you really went all out on decors.โ You slip your phone out of the pocket at the sides of your chinos that are in the lightโs path, which shine olive green against the moonlight. โSelfie?โ
โMy dining area should look just as good as my food tastes.โ Doyoung obnoxiously chuckles before smiling into your camera.
โ1, 2, 3.โ You say in unison.
โArenโt those at least a hundred dollars each?โ You raise a brow at him, resting your phone beside your plate after a click sounds from it. โIs that not expensive for you?โ
โNot if they look this good.โ Doyoung winks.
โGood lord.โ
โOh, uhh, by the way.โ He whispers, sounding much more subdued than he had been the minutes before, his voice now softer than swinging doors and the sprinting servers.
โWhat is it?โ
โIโve told you the restaurant is offering discounts ifโโ He pauses intermittently in between words.
โFor the last time, I did not and will not be bringing a date.โ You groan, cutting him off, well aware of what you were going to hear next.
Doyoung breathes out a shaky sigh. He parades a look of pity, brows furrowed and head tilted at an angle with a frown.
โHyung.โ You slur your words. โIโm fine.โ
โAnd hey itโs 2021, being single is the trend.โ You object.
โIโm just looking out for you.โ
โI know you are.โ You try to reassure him with a smile. โBut if you donโt mind, I want to continue eating the dinner that my friend prepared for me because he cost me a 12 hour business class flight.โ
โDidnโt you say first class?โ
โEither way, I had to sleep sitting down because of you.โ You scoff.
โAlright, Iโm going to check up on the other tables.โ Doyoung nods, pressing his lips into a toothless smile. โLetโs catch up more over coffee after we close?โ
โSure.โ You hum as he turns his back to tend to more customers. Going seat to seat, he greets them with a smile, shaking hands with the occasional occupant.
You rub your temples and look down slightly, resting your chin on the collar of the honey brown crew neck wrapped around your torso. The loosely tucked out hems of your denim shirt hang under it, fluttering in the air.
Behind the strands of hair being blown into your eyes from the air conditioning, your eyelids drop. Youโre tired, exhausted, fatigued and everything else you can think of. Conversations around you seem to morph into buzzes of static.
Eyelids your field of vision as your upper body rests on the table top. Footsteps tap against the floor adding to the sound of clinking cutlery, sizzling meats and conversations muffled by the sleeves of your sweater.
A man waves in front of the reception desk as he struts into the restaurant. โExcuse me.โ
โGood evening sir.โ Karina greets, with a smile. โHow may I help you?โ
โI have a reservation.โ
โMay I have your name please.โ Karina looks down on a monitor, tapping on a keyboard with one hand, brushing hair behind the shoulders of her blazer with the other.
โXiao Dejun.โ
โAhh Mr. Xiao, you have a VIP reservation am I right?โ She beams, looking back up at the man who briskly nods back.
โYour seat is in the first room to my right.โ Karina reaches her palm out and points to the door.
Xiaojun utters a soft โthank youโ and looks over his shoulder to give Karina a small wave as he walks towards the room.
A restaurant attendant opens the door for him. Inside, it slides open, rustling like paper as its bottom grinds against the glistening wooden floor. Producing an exhale, you let your breath get sucked out through the openings of your nostrils and lips.
Behind your forearms, the big tsunami-like waves and tangerine colored koi painted on the door disappear into the wall. You squint your eyes close one last time, sprawling your limbs to stretch, terminating the sleep left in your system.
Your eyes flutter open, catching a man in its path, the figure becomes clearer the wider they open.
โX-Xiaojun.โ You quiver in place, saying his name for the first time in eight years. ย
โY-Y/n.โ Behind the auburn strands of hair in his face, his gaze meets yours. He timidly waves at you through a nervous smile. โH-hi.โ
Was he good looking? Definitely.
Was he a good person? Oh god yes, and your breakup didnโt change your opinion on that.
Though not your first relationship, Xiaojun was definitely your first true love. But as some people say, life just happens. Months after your break up, you left for New York for a job opportunity.
It had been a considerable while since you had last seen or heard from him. Nothing aside from the occasional mention in phone calls with Doyoung and appearance in pictures with your other friends.
But here you were, back in Korea, the commandeer of your late night thoughts, seated beside you at the grand opening of Doyoungโs restaurant almost a decade later.
โThanks.โ You sit up straight.ย โYou do too.โ
Outside, Doyoung continues to hop from table to table, tending to customers.
โHere is your order for extra noodles and a pot of tea.โ Doyoung smiles at a woman. โEnjoy your meal maโam.โ
โBoss, you told me to inform you of the arrival of someone named Xiao Dejun was it?โ Karina calls out for Doyoung, as he carries an emptied tray onto a free tray stand.
โYes.โ Doyoung breathily replies. โWhat about it?โ
โHe came just a few minutes ago, Iโve been looking for you to tell you.โ She says with heavy and speedy breaths, resting her palms on her knees.
Doyoungโs eyes widen. โWhich private room did you tell him to go to?โ
โThe first one to my right.โ
โNo-n-no oh no.โ Doyoung strings his fingers into his hair.
โWhatโs the matter?โ
โI needed you to tell me because I wanted to ask you to make sure they wouldnโt end up in the same room.โ He rambles, vigorously rubbing his temples.
โWhy?โ Karina blankly questions. โIs there anything between them?โ
โXiaojun is his ex from 8 years ago.โ
โOh no.โ She bows her head, covering her face with both of her palms. โDid it end badly or something?โ
โYou really ask a lot of questions donโt you.โ Doyoung snickers. โWell, not exactly.โ
โThey broke up on good terms actually, the only problem was that it was so obvious that they still loved each other.โ He says, sighs ballooning out of his lips.
โWait,โ Karina interrupts. โAnd yet, they hadnโt gotten back together since then?โ
โY/n left for New York before they could say anything to each other.โ
โDonโt worry, itโs not like you knew.โ Doyoung sees Karina frown and pats her head. โI just hope they can at least talk.โ
And that you did.
Alcohol clouds your minds as you sit beside each other splitting sides at exchanged stories. The sting of the drinks fry the back of your throats and hiccups intermittently shoot up from you, cutting your sentences.
"Itโs 12:30 A.M.'' You wheeze, making glances around the pretty much empty room.
"No way." Xiaojun spits out raspily, taking another sip of his cocktail, peering forward to get a glimpse of the watch on your wrist.
โSpeaking of which, remember that time, about 11 years ago.โ You playfully nudge his shoulder. โIt was around this time when we went to get groceries and you attacked someone over a cut of steak.โ
โI did not!โ Xiaojun manages to speak up amidst the laughter drowning out proper communication from you two.
โXiaojun, you pushed her so hard that she fell.โ Your hand flops onto Xiaojunโs shoulder to prevent yourself from rolling over, letting out a prominent wheeze.
โShe pushed me first!โ He sternly objects. โPlus, if I didnโt, we wouldnโt have had those amazing fajitas.โ
โThat was a good early morning snack.โ You agree.
โA good date too.โ Xiaojun smiles back at you.
โOur first actually.โ You add, looking down as a smile creeps into your lips. โThat was such a long time ago.โ
Which it was.
โTime just flies so fast doesnโt it?โ Xiaojun replies as his palm slides up your fingers before settling on the knuckles at the back of your hand.
A rosy flush burns on your cheeks and your eyes go from your linked fingers and eventually trail up to him. You two momentarily lock eyes. He promptly jerks his away, withdrawing his hand from yours.
โS-so, wait, a-are you back here for good?โ Xiaojun says.
โI guess so, things are getting pretty crazy over there.โ You shrug, shooting him a crooked smile. โAnd the foodโs too greasy, canโt eat any of it.โ
โIโve missed you.โ You look into his eyes again and gently stroke his shoulder before going down to his arm and producing a sharp exhale. โA lot.โ
โI-I have too.โ He stutters, shivering slightly, his posture stiff under your touch.
โYou know, every time I think about it,โ You look down, and fiddle with your fingers. โI wondered why you never tried chasing me down the airport the day I left.โ
โY-Y/n.โ
Deep down, part of me was actually hoping that youโd come after me and convince me to stay.
โSo many times, Iโve wanted to fly out there to just try and pick up where we left off andโโ He rambles, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists on his sides.
โWhat stopped you then?โ You mumble. A frown stemming from your lips.
โI-I donโt know.โ He voices out softly, with a furrowed expression.
โI do like someone Xiaojun.โ You sigh.
โI figured.โ Xiaojun stands up from the seat, slipping his shoes on and making his way out of the room.
โTheyโd be lucky to have you.โ Xiaojun chokes on his words, his sentence growing weak.
โIt was nice meeting you again.โ His voice echoes into the empty room, his words ricocheting off of the walls and the soy sauce stained bowls before coming back to you.
You frantically jump up from the recessed floor. As his fingers cling onto the doorโs handle, you grip him by his shoulders as he slides it open. โI never said it wasnโt you.โ You call out to him, stopping him in his tracks.
Xiaojun turns his head, looking over his shoulder, slivers of tears in his eyes twinkling against the lights.
โSo tell me then,โ You whisper huskily, staring back into Xiaojunโs eyes. โWhere were we?โ
Tonight felt familiar.
The laughs, the fond glances, the touching. Being able to talk to each other and having good laughs while doing so. Being able to hit it off just like you had 11 years ago when Doyoung introduced you two to each other.
Being with Xiaojun just felt right even after a decade.
Enough was enough, you thought.
You dash towards Xiaojun, gripping the sides of his neck with both hands, pulling him closer to you. The tip of your thumbs slide over the tears sitting at the sides of his irises. Your eyes mirror his lidded gaze before wandering to the lips that youโve longed for the past eight years.
Before your mind could even begin to process, your lips were on Xiaojunโs. Your eyes shut close as his palms land on your chest and slide up to tug at your shoulders.
You push him back against a wall, bruising the tips of some fingers between it and the back of his head. It dips to the side, as you press your face even deeper into his.
Slowly opening your eyes, your puckered lips hover over Xiaojunโs as you gasp for air. You tenderly stare into each otherโs eyes for a second, bringing a hand away from the side of his neck to brush strands of hair away from his glittering eyes.
Soft moans escape from between your adhered lips as you reconnect them, further muffled by the contact of your tongues. Xiaojunโs forearms cross over your nape as you burrow your lips down to his neck. He lets out a breathy gasp that tickles your ears as his chin falls onto your shoulder as his mouth goes agape.
You bring your arms up as Xiaojun hastily pulls your sweater over your head and catapults it over the table of food. Your fingers scramble for the collar of his shirt as he undoes the top buttons of yours.
โGood work today, Iโll just make one last check around the place and Iโll get going.โ Doyoung says, wiping sweat off of his forehead as he sprawls onto a couch in the waiting area. โSee you tomorrow.โ
โThanks boss! Bye!โ Karina waves as she exits the restaurant.
Doyoung walks over to the reception desk to see a patch of light coming from the opened door to the private room you were in.
โIs he not done eating?โ Doyoung raises a brow, looking at his watch.ย โWas my food that good?โ
โHey Y/n, weโre closed for tonight, letโs go get someโโ Doyoungโs eyes widen upon peeping through the opened door. โโcoffee.โ He continues his sentence weakly.
In a pushup position over Xiaojun, your hands are on either side of his neck, head buried under his chin, disheveled hair laying over his chest like a puddle. His fingers digging into the wrinkled back of your shirt as his knees wrap around your hips.
โYou littleโโ Doyoung croaks amidst the pants, moans and heavy breathing. His eyebrows dipped as the lids of his twitching eyes vigorously vibrate.ย
โTh-that wasnโt on the menu!โ He softly yells.
But ease seems to wash over him however, his agitated expression quickly morphs into one of relief. His mind wanders to the memory of the last time walked in on you two in the compromising position you were in.
Though not a pleasant sight to see, a second time at that, it does offer him the same kind of closure that it did for you.ย He didn't exactly like the thought of you two doing what you were doing, more so in his restaurantโs VIP room, but heโs happy for you. All those years of pent up regret and brooding, finally over.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he walks the other direction, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at one of the tables in the dining area.
โYouโre still not getting that discount.โ Doyoung closes his eyes and breathily mumbles.
โAnd youโre paying for coffee.โ He grunts, glaring at the door. One thing he knew for sure was that you two were going to one really expensive cafรฉ.
on this day, a month ago, we decided to launch our account !! although we posted our first story the day after, the 10th is when it all started !!
and with that, and the spirit of valentines in mind, we decided to change our layout, hope you like it~
speaking of valentines, we have a VERY important announcement !!
we will be posting TWO valentine specials !! one by each admin, and will be released at the same time on the 14th !!
stay safe and see yโall <3
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P.S. - tumblr is so fkn dumb,,, i've reuploaded and removed the new red gifs on the masterlist but they're STILL blurry so i had no choice but to take a screenshot of the gif and put photos instead ๐
can I request some fluff and suggestive for shotaro?? where reader (he/him) moved to Korea, and struggles to speak korean, and they debut together and agree on helping each other/studying together?? and they grow feelings for each other after a while and idk, make out because the tension was real? I'm sorry if that's bad ๐ btw I love your work, the two of you are great writers! keep it up, dont let the tumblr algorithm put you down!
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๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐: 1290
๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: both shotaro and y/n are set to debut soon, but neither of them speak korean. they decide to help each other learn koreanโand things get spicy.
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๐ฎ/๐ป: omg first of all, even before you start the fic i am warning u that itโs CRINGY !! thatโs why itโs called awkward liaisons LMAO and also,,, hibiscus is koreaโs national flower ๐ youโll see why ๐ also iโm so fucking sorry this took so long, day by day iโm just losing motivation. i am so so so so so sorry and will make it up to all of you !! thank you for requesting anon!
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Being a trainee in SM is tough.
Being a foreigner in SM is tough.
Being able to only speak a morsel of Korean is tough.
But being a foreign trainee in SM, almost unable to speak Korean is even tougher than anything imaginable.
So, when Y/N, 19, a trainee of SM entertainmentโfluent in English but illiterate in Koreanโis set to join NCT in a few monthsโ time, all hell breaks loose. In his mind, at least.
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โSoโฆโ Jaehyun says, confused, โyouโve been training for 2 years but can't speak Korean?โ
โWellโโ
โAnd you're set to debut as a new member of NCT in a few months.โ Jaehyun continues, cutting him off. โSorry man, but who in SM actually thought you were ready enough to debut?โ
Admittedly, Y/N was a little bruised by the words hurled at him. And admittedly, Jaehyun was right. And with that in mind, all Y/N could do was drill holes on the floor.
Jaehyun scoffs as he makes a 180ยฐ and turns his back from the mess that is Y/N.
Unable to walk away, speak even, Y/N leans on the wall, slowly sliding down with his hands on his face, groaning. He feels like shit, and being the naive trainee he is, he believes that he does deserve what heโs feeling.
โHey,โ Y/N looks up, feeling a warm hand on his shoulder, โare you okay?โ Y/N is met with one of the most beautiful faces heโs ever been graced with, and much like when Jaehyun broke him down just a few minutes ago, he froze.
โIโ uhโ The mystery boy says, stammering, โIโm a trainee too and uh, I thinkโwait, youโre Y/N right? If you are then uh, I think weโre gonna be NCTโs new membersโฆ Along with Sungchan of course!โ
Y/N doesnโt even know this boyโs name and heโs already met with yet another name, Sungchan. His memory is terrible. Which is also probably why he hasnโt learned Korean yet.
Breaking free from his icy restraints, he speaks up. โIโ yeah, Iโm Y/N, nice to meet you..?โ He questions, raising his palm for the boy to grab.
โShotaro.โ Y/N nods, shaking his hand, โOsaki Shotaro.โ
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The sound of machines whirring and stirring filled the cafรฉโs cold air, only adding to the shopโs aesthetique. The smell of coffee beans lingered and entered Y/Nโs nostrils as he heard a name being called. โTwo Pumpkin Spice Lattes for Shotaro!โ The barista says in Korean, Y/N only catching the word โShotaroโ. He mutters a โthank youโ in Korean as he holds the beverage carrier tightly, walking out the retro shop, careful not to spill them.
โPumpkin Spice Lattes? Seriously?โ Shotaro asks, more amused than disappointed.
โWhat?โ Y/N says, not looking at the boy as he sets both cups on the table, laying the tray on the wooden bench beside him. โItโs fall! You gotta have one of these.โ
โYou sound like a white girl.โ Shotaro chuckles, earning a scoff back. A swift gust of wind blows the tissue paper away from the top of their to-go-cups, landing the thin sheets on the floor, which, Shotaro stoops over to retrieve.
โWell this white girl has you bending over.โ
โWaitโฆ what?โ Shotaro says, fluttered.
โCuz youโฆโ Y/N says, surprised at himself, โThe tissueโฆ andโฆ oh my god never mind, Iโm sorryโ
Sitting in silence, the awkwardness in the air is so suffocating to the point that Shotaro actually starts coughing, Y/N still cringing, thinking to himself that nothing could get even more awkward than this.
Boy, was he wrong.
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โWellโฆโ Shotaro says, a tiny idea popping into his mind, slowly manifesting into a plan, โWhy donโt weโฆ help each other?โ
โExcuse me?โ Y/N says, looking around the empty bedroom, then back at Shotaro, who, didnโt immediately notice the sexual innuendo he came up with.
Upon realizing, he stutters. โOh. Oh! Oh my god, no.โ Shotaro says, burying his face in his hands. โI meant,โ He continues, voice muffled from his sweater paws, โYou said a while ago that you needed help learning Koreanโฆ and so do I.โ He unburies his face and locks eyes with Y/N once again, โSoโฆ I thought we could help each other.โ He says, not forgetting the key word, โLearn. Of course.โ
โI- uh, yeah, sure, I guess.โ
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With only a week or two left before their debut, both Shotaro and Y/N have been working diligently trying to learn Korean. There have been ups and downs, some waves of laziness hitting them here and there, but just like Gloria Gaynor said in 1978, they would survive.
โWaitโฆ so ์ ์ means noseโฆ right?โ Shotaro asks, confused.
โNo, you dummy.โ Y/N says, lightly smacking the other with the thin language book, โIt means lips.โ
โDude.โ Y/N half chuckles, half blushes, โMy lips are not pretty.โ
โThey are.โ Shotaro replies, nonchalantly.
โProve it then. Kiss me.โ
โWhat?โ he replies, chalantly this time.
Y/N chuckles. โThatโs what I thought.โ He says, turning away from him and facing the creme-colored pages of the Korean book he held. โSo, ์ ์ means lips but the root word โ์ โ means mouth. So when we pโโ
His words get cut off as he feels the olderโs hand snake up his shoulder, elevating itself until it grazes his cheek. Y/N, surprised, looks to his side as Shotaro leans in and plants him a kiss, right on his lips. Startled, Y/N stays frozen for a second or two before his brain finally registers the fact that Shotaro was kissing him.
Osaki Shotaro was fucking kissing him.
Shotaroโs lips were ecstasy. It tasted sweet, like pure, thick nectar oozing from his mouthโcouldnโt get enough. As they made out, it felt as if the gods above have answered their prayers, as if Venus shone her light on them. And as Shotaro pulled away, Y/N found himself leaning towards him too, indirectly indicating that he wanted more.
Both of them sat there, staring at each other, the feeling of blankets and comforters wrapped around their legs. Y/N felt like he was sinking, being sucked in the bed frame, the soft mattress pulling him in.
โIโฆโ Y/N says, slowly, โdidnโtโฆ expect you to actuallyโฆโ
โIโve been wanting to do that for a while now.โ
Y/N locks eyes with him, frozen, his mouth slightly agape once again. โThenโฆโ He says, the syrupy taste of Shotaroโs saliva on his lips, โDo it again.โ
The feeling of sugar glacรฉ hit his lips once again, Shotaro closing the gap between them. His lips were addicting, like a dirty sin he couldnโt stop himself from committing, like he was Eve and Shotaroโs lips were the apple from the Garden. It was inevitable.
And with the sounds of wet kisses filling the quiet room, both of them wondered if they would ever even debut properly, not being able to fluently speak Korean. But they werenโt even studying it. Rather, they were studying each otherโs lips. And to be honest, it excited both of them even more so.
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But they did. They ended up debuting, along with Sungchan. Of course, their Korean wasnโt as great as the latter. There, but very weak. There were even times in their careers when they questioned if they wouldโve learned Korean faster if they werenโt distracted during their study sessions.
When they first started helping each other out, they thought they had planted just one, single hibiscus seed, which bloomed, giving them the ability to learn Korean.
But maybe that wasnโt the only thing that blossomed. Maybe something else had sprouted from their awkward liasons.
omg ??? we just got 2 new sungchan requests and u guys don't know how happy this makes me ใ I bias Sungchan out of the 23 and seeing requests about him on our inbox makes me so happy omg ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
btw !! if you've sent a request we have most definitely seen it and are either working on it or will start working on it !! tysm for reuquesting luvs <33
๐ฎ/๐ป: requested by anon! tysm for the request but Iโm sorry itโs so short :((( i tried to extend it as much as I could but this was all I could come up with, hope you enjoy!
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โJ-Jeongin.โ Breathily stuttering, you push Jeonginโs lips off of yours.
โLater.โ He grunts, stringing his forearms around the back of your neck, fingers tugging at some strands of hair as he reconnects his lips with yours.
Hesitantly, you unfasten the buttons of your shirt. Eyes shut, lips still on Jeonginโs, your fingers forage for the slits theyโre fastened to.
Jeongin reaches for the buckles of your jeans. His hands slide under its flap and onto the zipper below it forcing a muffled gasp from your lips.
โJeongin, Iโโ You call out.
โWhat is it?โ
โItโs just thatโuhโโ You stutter โI donโtโโ
โBabe.โ Jeongin cups your face in his palms and stares into your eyes. โWhatโs wrong.โ
โIโd ratherโyโknow.โ
โWhat?โ He gives an assuring smile. โYou know you can tell me anything.โ
โI wanna bottom.โ You look down and whisper softly, cheeks burning red.
โWhat was that?โ Jeongin leans in closer, maintaining the smile on his lips, seeming not to hear you.
โI wanna bottom.โ You pitifully attempt to say louder.
โYou wanna what?โ
โI wanna bottom!โ You scream, causing Jeongin to flinch slightly.
โI want to be under you, have you on top of me, push me against the wall, put yourself inside me, kind of bottom!โ
Jeongin stares at you, wide-eyed.
โOh.โ He weakly mumbles.
โWhat?โ
โItโs just that,โ Jeongin slides a hand to the back of his neck. โYโknow, you just seem like such a top.โ
โI didnโt think youโd even bottom for one.โ He looks down, his speech morphing into vague stutters. He hides a grin behind his knuckles, letting out a brief snicker.
โLike who would have ever thought that my tall, intimidating boyfriend would want to get topped.โ Jeongin taunts, squeezing one of your cheeks in between his thumb and pointer.
You shoot a glare at him which halts his laughter. He looks down slightly as you haul him closer to you by the collar of his shirt.
โJeongin.โ You heave a deep breath. โLook at me.โ
โTo put it bluntly, I want you to do me.โ You gripe, your breaths intermittent as you stare down at the materializing smirk on Jeonginโs lips.
โOkay.โ Jeongin nods.
โHow about we pull a little switcheroo then.โ He whispers, leaning into your ear as he gently pushes you down on the mattress.
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: na jaemin x male reader ๐น
๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐ป๐: 1299
๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: titanic au, jack! jaemin and male!rose (male reader)
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๐ฎ/๐ป: second part of story the requested by @cherubsandswans, thank you so much once again for your request, hope you and everyone else reading, enjoy part 2! happy reading!!
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โJust follow me.โ
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โJaemin!โ You call out as you continue to run across the ship's boat deck with your hand in his. โWhere are we going!?โ
Jaemin only grins through the messy strands of hair swinging across his forehead, as you sprint towards the shipโs stern, cutting through the breeze.
โYou want to go to a real party?โ Jaemin says in between intermittent breaths, speech shaky from the pace of your steps.
โA real party?โ You question, looking behind yourself. You notice that youโre getting farther from the grand staircase.
โJaemin, I have to be at my suite by midnight.โ You assert, lightly biting at your bottom lip.
โDonโt worry.โ
โButโโ
โYou said you trusted me right?โ He puts a finger over your lips, hushing your frantic speech.
โI-I did.โ
โThen follow me.โ Jaemin stops running, prompting you to do the same. He leads you into a rather large room, filled with people who seem to be third class passengers.
โJaemin!โ You attempt to call out amidst the drunken laughter and the piercing buzz coming from the band of harmonicas and accordions.
You canโt help but smile as you watch people barely able to stand, walking sporadically. Not many are able to walk in a straight line, bumping into the occasional table causing alcohol to spill from tilting mugs.
Your posture stiffens as you see a man bump into a table, spilling beer all over a group of people but instead of the exchange of deprecating insults you expected, laughter ensued.
How nice, you think to yourself.
You feel as if you can relax for the first time in a long time. Sitting yourself down on a wooden stool, you see Jaemin who seems to mouth something to you from afar. His speech is barely audible from the surrounding noise.
He moves towards where you are seated, reaching out his hand.
โCome.โ He shouts, attempting to overpower the noise. โDance with me.โ
โJaemin Iโโ You stammer while letting out a few nervous chuckles here and there before Jaemin hauls you onto a wide and flat platform.
โDonโt know the steps.โ You continue weakly.
โNeither do I.โ
A smile makes its way onto your face as you watch Jaemin spin himself on his tipping toes. The swiveling and shuffling his ankles produces a rapid clicking on the ground which only adds to the clutter of noise in the area.
You enthusiastically slip your tux off, gently tossing it to a lady who brings her hands out to hold it. Jaemin gazes at you intently as you haphazardly attempt to mimic his foot movements.
โI thought you didnโt know what you were doing!โ Jaemin shouts with heavy breaths.
โI donโt!โ You say letting out a chuckle. โI thought you didnโt know what you were doing!โ
โFine! I admit Iโve occasionally practiced the steps in my spare time.โ Jaemin wryly cackles.
โLetโs get some drinks.โ You say, pulling Jaemin away from the dance floor.
โAre you sure about that?โ
โWhat do you mean?โ
โI mean over here, we donโt sip champagne from dainty wine glasses.โ Jaemin playfully taunts.
โYou donโt think a first class boy can drink?โ You assert, coyly smirking. โGet me that mug of beer.โ
โYes sir.โ Jaemin says mockingly, handing you the mug.
Snatching the mug from him, you spill its contents into your mouth. The acidic sting of the alcohol sizzles in your throat as you let out a husky sigh.
โEasy there mister.โ Jaemin warns as he pats your back.
โGod Iโm so sick of champagne.โ You gripe. โThat was amazing.โ
โItโs getting late, do you want to go for a walk?โ Jaemin continues to shout amidst the noise.
โSure.โ You oblige, taking Jaeminโs hand in yours as he leads you out of the room.
In retrospect, maybe it wasnโt the best idea, sneaking out onto the windy promenade atop the ship in fits of laughter. Maybe it wasnโt the best to do so with a third class passenger who your mother didnโt approve of.
But something about Jaeminโs presence made you feel comfortable, safe even. Maybe it was the fact that whenever you were with him, nothing in the world mattered.
You needed a break from your aristocrat peers who sat in tight dresses or suits and sipped tea all day, a break from the strict lifestyle you were forced to live, and Jaemin gave you that break. You felt as if you could be yourself, let loose and just have some fun.
Under the starlit night sky, you, for the first time in forever, felt alive and free.
โWhereโs your tux?โ Jaemin asks, eyes trailing your creased and sloppily buttoned dress shirt.
โWhat do you mean? Itโs rightโoh.โ You look to your torso and realize that you donโt have the tux on. โI must have left it at the party.โ
โDamn it, I liked that tux.โ You whine as you rest the loose and flared out cuffs of your topโs folded sleeves onto the rails of the deck.
โItโs no big deal, you can just buy another one anyway.โ Jaemin sighs and looks on glumly into the rocking waves of water and the wind thatโs blowing on it.
โYou know, being rich isnโt all that good and glamorous.โ You reply, a sulk lingering in your tone. You look down at your fingers, wrapping them even more tightly around the decks rail.
โWhat do you mean? You have money.โ Jaemin snorts. โyou can buy stuff left and right at your pleasure.โ
โAt the expense of what?โ You say, looking back at Jaemin. โFreedom? Fun?โ
โI have to sit around listening to pretentious snobs ramble about money all day and Iโm going to marry a woman who I donโt care even the slightest bit for.โ You say, letting out a snort of your own.
โI-Iโm sorry.โ Jaemin mumbles. โI never thought about it that way.โ
โItโs no big deal.โ You say, your speech intermittent and words fragmented from your shivering body. โI canโt blame you, money is money after all. We need it to survive.โ
Cold nips at your body as you speak but a feeling of warmth overtakes it as Jaemin wraps his tux around your torso.
โYou seem cold.โ Jaemin whispers delicately to which you mouth a soft and breathy thank you.
โFor the first time in god knows how long, I was able to be myself and have fun.โ You mumble. You bring your arm up, clenching both of the tuxes collars to warm yourself. โItโs really been a while since Iโve been truly happy.โ
โAfter tonight, I realized that money isnโt what makes me happy.โ You say gazing into his twinkling eyes. โItโs being around good people who are also happy that does.โ
You and Jaemin lock eyes for what seems like an eternity. You arenโt sure whether itโs the alcohol doing itโs work on you or those magnificent eyes glistening under the moonlight but you move your face closer to Jaeminโs.
You and Jaemin watch each other with lidded eyes under his embrace, feeling each otherโs breath as both of your lips remain inches apart.
Shutting your eyes, you close the gap between you and Jaemin. Your lips briskly press against each other before you hear a voice sound into the wind, ripping both of you off of each other.
โSir, your mother has been looking for you.โ Your butler calls out. โSheโs asked me to look for you.โ
โI-I understand.โ You frown, walking away from Jaemin.
You turn the opposite direction, towards your butler. As he escorts you to your suite, you look behind yourself, you meet Jaeminโs eyes one last time, to which he flashes a sheepish smile.
The smile that made you forget of all of your worries and anxieties, even if it would only be for one night.
๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: seo changbin x male reader ๐ฅ
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๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: in which changbin asks about the bracelet Y/N never takes off and finds out itโs from his friend that committed suicide.
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๐ฎ/๐ป: i took a lot longer on this fic because i lost motivation so many times, but looking at the finished product, itโs my favorite out of the four i've made so far !! thank you so much for requesting @mrsunshine999 !! please continue supporting us !! <3
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Changbin was naturally curious. Whether it be about his cousin's current class, what his bandmate ate for yesterdayโs dinner or the weather of a country on the opposite side of the globe. He was curious about anything and everything. So, naturally, after dating Y/N for about two months, he would get curious about the lime bracelet that wrapped itself around his boyfriendโs hand. The said trinket was held together by a single thread of yarn, decorated with miniature glass beads and a tiny, fluffy frog in the middle. If he was being honest with himself, it did not look aesthetically pleasing. In fact, it wasn't. The beads were uneven and scuffed up, the color choice was horrible and overall it just looked like it hadnโt been washed in a while. He was afraid to call his partner out on this, being the shy bear he was, but after seven weeks with his boyfriend, both his curiosity and hygiene-oholic self got the better of him.
โYou know,โ Changbin mumbled in a sing-song tone, staring at the unattractive accessory, โyou never told me about thatโฆโ he pauses, rethinks his words and continues again as his boyfriend locks eyes with him, โbracelet around your wrist.โ Y/N freezes, resulting in both of them halting, and with them, their stroll at the park.
โYeah, I know what youโre talking about.โ Y/N cuts him off, lips quivering as he tightens his grip on the paper bags he holds, almost ripping the fragile sheets, โLetโs just drop these off at Nickyโs first.โ Nickyโs is the name of the local bread shop they deliver to and for. In fact, both men had met each other there as delivery boys. To the ownerโs surprise, both hit it off pretty well. Too well to the point that they started dating.
The walk out of the park and into the autumn street was quiet, way quieter than it was supposed to be. The street was bustling, there were cars honking their horns and bicycles ringing their bells, but it was all ear-splitting silence with Y/N. After dating him for seven weeks, and knowing him for even more, he was sure his boyfriend was always bubbly and upbeat. But in this moment, something about his actions, or the lack thereof, said the exact opposite. And to be really honest, it made Changbin uneasy. He knew what he said had upset his partner. He wanted to apologize but was too afraidโto sound dumb and repetitive or to hurt his feelings even more. Which of the two was it? That he was unsure of.
โGood morning Mrs. Park!โ Changbin greets, showing his dimples off as both boys enter the shop.
โGood morning!โ Mrs. Park chirps back, raising her head towards both men, retracting the knife from the loaf she held. โOh! Those must be the bread I ordered! Thank you for getting them, you know me, too old to walk all the way to the supplier. Too old to remember to do so too.โ She laughs, putting the bread knife flat on the wooden cutting board as she shifts her gaze from Changbin to Y/N. โOh! You can put that in the back.โ Y/N nods as he drags his feet towards the back of the shop, slowly disappearing into its retro-ness.
The storeโs aroma was always the same, the smell of lavender and the chilly air slapping them in the face whenever they went in. But Y/Nโs aura wasn't. And Mrs. Park could tell.
โWhatโs up with him?โ She asked, raising a brow, not really expecting the answer she would get.
โI asked him about that lime bracelet he has on all the time.โ Changbin replies, sighing, โItโsโฆ kinda dirty don't you think?โ
โOh.โ is all she replies. She stays silent for an uncomfortable amount of time until Changbin realizes.
โIโฆ didnโt do anything wrong, right?โ He says, hoping for the best, โWhat is it anyโโ
โI think it would be better if you ask him yourself.โ
โWellโฆโ Changbin doubles back, โif itโs anything uncomfortable for him to share, then I wonโt bug about it anymore. I donโt want to sacrifice his feelings for my curiosity.โ He replies, unsure of what to think.
Mrs. Park nods and as if on queue, Y/N reappears and steps out the pantry, paper bags that were previously held by his hands gone. He smiles at the lady in her 40โs and heads straight to the door, leaving the scent of lavender and bread behind. Changbin follows suit, looking at Mrs. Park as she nods back, sending him a reassuring smile.
Changbin steps out into the breezy autumn eventide, hues of marigold and tangerine painting the afternoon skies like a canvas. Y/N trudged and crossed the street, entering back into the park, the aura much different from before. What was bright and warm this afternoon became darker and colder as the moon began its daily process: replacing the sun. What was once a yellow orb glowing high up in the sky was now just a small orange blob on the horizon, and on the opposite side of the colored canvas, a glimmering white crescent, slowly rising through the blue hues. Changbin found the indigo, azure, tangerine and marigold ombrรฉ charming, a sight he would never forget. Y/N spotted a nearby bench and sat down, his boyfriend taking the empty space beside him. They sat there for a while, staring at the moms telling their children to get off the swings so they can go home, and the hotdog vendor packing up and calling it a day. In a way, both the swings and the hotdogs reminded him of someoneโฆ special.
โIโโ Y/N pauses, trying to rephrase his words once again, โI havenโt really told you about this,โ he says, brushing his fingers ever so slightly over the lime fabric on his wrist, โgift.โ
Changbin is confused, visually confused at that, but keeps quiet and lets him continue. โA friend of mineโฆ gave this to me.โ Y/N says, looking up towards the darkening skies, holding a tear back, โAt first I thought it sucked, you know, the beads donโt look that nice. I didnโt see its value.โ He said, face scrunching as he tries his hardest not to let a tear out. โSo I didnโt wear it.โ Changbin nods, unsure of what to say.
โHe passed away a month later.โ He fails to keep the cap on his bottled feelings on, a tear or two slipping out, โI found him in the bathtub, blood everywhere, and his faceโฆ oh his face,โ Changbin wraps him in warmth, โit looked lifeless and yet soโฆ sorrowful.โ He says, clenching the left side of his shirt, more tears dripping down the side of his face, only to be dried up by the fabric of his boyfriendโs shirt, โI didnโt know that was possible.โ
Changbin hugged and patted his back for a while until he calmed down, until he could finally form a proper sentence. โHe helped me figure out and accept who I am.โ Y/N says, the left side of his lip pulling up as his face forms a melancholic smile, โI didnโt realize it back then, but I wouldnโt have been so open with my sexuality now if it wasnโt for him.โ Both stared up at the young night sky, the elegant stars beginning to show themselves. โIโve worn this,โ he says, fiddling with the dirty cotton frog in the center of the trinket, โsince the day we buried him.โ
Y/N lets a tear fall once again as he leans his head on Changbinโs shoulder, finding the closure he thought heโd already found months ago. โI loved him. Still do. I just wish he would've told me about his problems. Just wish he wouldโve stuck around for a little longer.โ Changbin nods once again, still unsure of what to say.
โBut that was all in the past. Thereโs nothing I can do about it now.โ Y/N says, ripping his eyes away from the lime bracelet, staring up at the midnight blue sky, the bijou stars twinkling in the distance, โNothing but remember him with this ugly ass ornament.โ Changbin looks into his eyes, confused.
โThis ugly ass ornament that means the world to me.โ
