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Hyunin💖💖
My comfort ship 🖇️⭐🥐
Sakushi (yushi × sakuya)💗💙
For a comfort ship, they’re perfect: soft, reassuring, and quietly healing, the kind that makes your heart feel lighter just by existing 💌🥺
After the Rain, You❤️🔥
Kim taehyung ×fm! reader🍷
⋆.˚🍷✮💋✮˚.⋆🎸ᯓ★𝜗𝜚🍒ᝰ.ᐟ──★ ˙🍓 ̟!₊⟡!⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘𓆝 𓆟 𓆞⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘
Pairing:-Kim Taehyung × Reader (Enemies to Lovers)
Genre:-Enemies to Lovers ,Slow Burn , Angst , Mature Romance , Rainy Night AU
Warning:-Emotional tension , Heavy sexual tension (non-explicit) , Intense intimacy , Strong language ,Mutual desire , Enemies-to-lovers conflict ,Possessive undertones , Slow-burn frustration
Author’s Note:- Hey cuppies ✨,This story is a slow descent into want—built on unspoken feelings, restrained hunger, and the thin line between hatred and desire. Nothing rushed, nothing easy. Just two people breaking under the weight of everything they never allowed themselves to feel. Please read with patience and let the rain, silence, and tension do their work. Thank you for giving this story a place to exist 🤍🌧️
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The rain is unforgiving, loud against the windows of his house—Kim Taehyung’s house—the last place you ever meant to end up. Your clothes are damp, your patience thinner than the line between hate and something far more dangerous. He stands a few feet away, sleeves rolled up, hair messy like he’s been running his hands through it too often tonight. The silence between you is thick, crowded with every argument, every look held too long, every almost-touch you both pretended not to feel.
“You didn’t have to come in,” he says, voice low, controlled—but his eyes give him away. Dark. Starving.
“And stand in the rain?” you snap back, though the edge is duller than usual. Tiredness makes you honest. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
A faint smirk curves his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He watches water slide down your jaw, your neck, and something in him shifts. You feel it—the change in the air, the way the room suddenly feels too small. Too warm. When he steps closer, it’s not aggressive. It’s cautious. Like he’s afraid if he moves too fast, you’ll disappear.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.
“It’s cold,” you lie.
His hand hovers before touching your arm, giving you time to pull away. You don’t. The contact is light, barely there, but it sends heat racing through you, settling low and dangerous. You hate how your breath stutters. Hate how he notices.
“You always look at me like that,” he says quietly. “Like you’re trying to convince yourself you don’t want me.”
Your laugh is soft, broken. “And you always act like you don’t care.”
His fingers tighten just slightly. “That’s the problem. I care too much.”
The words hit harder than any argument ever has. The rain outside grows heavier, masking the sound you make when he finally cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek with aching slowness. The kiss doesn’t happen right away. He leans in, forehead resting against yours, breath mingling with yours, both of you trembling from restraint.
When he finally kisses you, it’s not gentle—but it’s not rushed either. It’s hungry, deliberate, like he’s been starving and still refuses to rush the meal. You kiss him back just as hard, fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer as if distance itself offends you. The kiss deepens, heat blooming everywhere, and when his hand slides to your waist, it feels inevitable. Like this was always going to happen.
He presses you back against the wall, not trapping you—anchoring you. His lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, your neck, lingering just long enough to make you ache. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, voice rough.
You don’t.
Instead, you pull him closer, and that’s all the answer he needs. The rain keeps falling, the world narrowing down to warmth, breath, and the quiet understanding that this isn’t just desire—it’s everything you’ve been fighting since the beginning.
The door to his bedroom closes softly behind you, the storm outside fading as the tension finally, finally breaks.The room is dim, lit only by the streetlight filtering through rain-streaked curtains. Taehyung doesn’t rush you to the bed. Instead, he pauses, hands braced on either side of you, breathing heavy like he’s fighting himself. The restraint is almost worse than action. His eyes trace your face, your lips—memorizing, claiming without touching.
“You drive me insane,” he murmurs, voice low and raw. “Do you know that?”
Your fingers curl into his shirt again, pulling him closer. “You never complained before.”
That finally breaks him.
His mouth finds yours again, deeper this time, slower but burning hotter—like he’s tasting something he’s denied himself for far too long. Every kiss lingers, every breath shared feels intentional. When his hands slide along your sides, it’s not rushed. It’s reverent. Hungry in the way of someone who wants all of you, not just the moment.
He presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed, jaw tight. “If I don’t slow down,” he whispers, “I won’t stop.”
Your heart pounds so loud you’re sure he hears it. “Then don’t.”
A shaky breath leaves him. His hands move to your waist, thumbs brushing bare skin where fabric has shifted, sending heat straight through you. You feel it—the tension coiling, the need building with nowhere to go. He backs you toward the bed again, not breaking eye contact, like he’s daring you to change your mind.
You don’t.
When he finally kisses down your neck again, it’s slower, more deliberate, every pause intentional. He learns you—your breath hitching, the way you lean into him without realizing it. He smiles softly against your skin, satisfied, undone.
“You’re beautiful when you stop fighting me,” he murmurs.
You gasp when he pulls you down with him, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. He doesn’t crowd you. Instead, he hovers, hands planted beside you, eyes dark with want. The rain outside grows louder, matching the rhythm of your hearts, the storm mirroring the hunger neither of you are willing to name out loud.
His thumb brushes your lip, gentle, teasing. “Tell me you don’t feel this.”
You swallow. You can’t.
He leans down, kissing you again—slower now, deeper, like a promise rather than a question. The world narrows to warmth and breath and the way he fits against you like this was always meant to happen. His voice is barely a whisper against your ear.
“Tonight,” he says, “I’m not your enemy.”
The rest is lost to the sound of rain, the door closed, and the kind of silence that only comes when two people finally stop running from what they want.The rain doesn’t stop. It never does. It drums against the windows like it’s counting down the seconds you’ve both wasted pretending this wasn’t inevitable. Taehyung stays above you, close enough that you feel the warmth of him without fully having it, and that almost hurts more. His breath fans your skin, uneven, like he’s afraid of what will happen if he exhales too deeply.
“You have no idea,” he murmurs, voice strained, “how long I’ve wanted this.”
The confession hangs in the air, fragile and dangerous. Your fingers tremble as you reach for him, brushing his jaw, feeling the tension locked there. He leans into your touch instinctively, eyes fluttering shut for half a second—just long enough to betray him. When he opens them again, the hunger is unmistakable.
“You hate me,” you whisper, more question than accusation.
He lets out a quiet, humorless laugh. “I tried to.”
His hand finds yours, fingers threading together, grounding himself as much as you. He presses your joined hands into the mattress above your head—not forceful, but firm enough to make your breath hitch. The closeness is overwhelming. Every inch of space between you feels charged, electric, begging to be crossed.
“You look at me like you’re afraid,” he says softly, studying your face like he’s memorizing it. “But you never pull away.”
“Because you never give me a reason to feel safe,” you answer honestly.
Something in his expression breaks.
He leans down slowly, lips brushing yours in a kiss so soft it feels like a question. You answer by kissing him back, deeper this time, and that’s all it takes. The restraint he’s been clinging to shatters—not violently, but completely. His mouth moves against yours with unrestrained want, slow but relentless, like he’s trying to pour every unsaid word into the kiss.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours again. Both of you are breathing hard now, chests rising and falling in sync. His thumb traces idle, devastating circles against your skin, not seeking anything specific—just reminding you he’s there. That he’s real. That this is happening.
“I lose control around you,” he admits quietly. “That’s why I pushed you away.”
Your heart aches at the honesty. “You don’t look out of control.”
He smiles faintly. “That’s because I’m holding on by a thread.”
He kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, like he’s savoring instead of devouring. His touch lingers everywhere it goes, unhurried, deliberate, leaving heat in its wake. When he presses his lips to your neck, it’s almost reverent, like he’s worshipping something he once swore he didn’t need.
Every pause feels intentional. Every breath shared feels intimate. He learns the rhythm of you—the way your body responds before your mind catches up, the way your breath stutters when he murmurs your name like it’s something precious.
“Stay,” he whispers against your skin. Not just for tonight. Not just for this.
Your fingers tighten in his shirt. “You don’t get to say things like that now.”
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and serious. “I get to say it because I mean it.”
The intensity in his gaze steals your breath. He lowers himself beside you, pulling you close instead of looming over you, like he wants you to feel chosen—not taken. You fit against him too easily, your head resting near his shoulder, his arm secure around you. It’s intimate in a way that feels almost unbearable.
Outside, the rain softens, like even the storm is listening.
“I don’t want this to be just hunger,” he says quietly. “But I won’t pretend that’s not part of it.”
You tilt your head up to meet his gaze. “It’s always been hunger.”
He exhales shakily, forehead resting against yours once more. “Then let it be that. Just for tonight.”
His lips find yours again, slower now, deeper, filled with promise instead of restraint. The world fades down to warmth and closeness, to the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, to the unspoken understanding that this—whatever it is—has already changed everything.
The rain keeps falling, the night stretching on, and neither of you pulls away.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝
🧸🎀🖇️🥐😺💝♥️✨💗🌷💌🍄⛄⭐🍓🍧
City of sparks✨Niki × reader
🧸₊˚⋆。🧸˚⋆⊹⋆。🧸˚⋆⊹₊˚⊹🧸⋆。˚⊹˚🧸
Pairing:- nishimura riki × female reader,reader × Niki
Genre:- RomanceSlice-of-lifeSlow-burnLight angst + enemies-to-lovers tensionSpicy/steamy moments (soft smut, teasing, intimate scenes)
Warning:- (kissing, teasing, bedroom/apartment intimacy, implied steamy moments)Jealousy & Possessiveness strong language (mild swearing in dialogue)Enemies-to-lovers dynamicSlow-burn romance (gradual progression from tension → flirting → intimate scenes)
The neon lights flickered across your umbrella as you dodged puddles on the busy city street. Rain soaked your shoes and jacket, and all you wanted was to get home without talking to anyone.Then he appeared. Of course he did.“Need a taxi? Or should I carry you?” Niki’s smirk was infuriating, like he knew how much you hated him.“Neither,” you snapped, stepping back. “I don’t need your help.”“You always say that,” he said, stepping closer. The smell of his cologne mixed with rain made your stomach twist. “Yet here you are, struggling.”“I’m fine,” you muttered, shivering, “really.”But your protest was weak. He tilted his head, studying you like he always did, like he could see every little crack in your armor. And that drove you crazy.
It started harmless enough—both of you grabbing coffee on the same rainy Saturday.“Not again,” you groaned, spotting him at the counter. He looked up and grinned, casual, leaning on the counter like he owned the place.“You’re predictable,” he teased.“Ha. Very funny,” you said, rolling your eyes.But then it happened. A careless barista bumped into him, and his coffee sloshed. Reflexively, you held out your hand, catching the cup before it spilled all over him.“You—” he froze, eyes wide. Not with anger, but… something else. Gratitude? Surprise? And maybe, just maybe, the tiniest spark of… admiration?“Don’t get used to it,” you muttered, retreating to your seat, heart pounding.
A week later, he cornered you on the rooftop after practice. Rain had stopped, leaving the city slick and shimmering.“You’re impossible,” he said, voice low. His hands hovered near yours—too close, not close enough. “Why do you make me think about you all the time?”“I don’t,” you lied, pulling your jacket tighter. “Stop imagining things.”“Do I look like I imagine things?” His smirk was gone, replaced by something sharp, hungry, and magnetic. The tension between you was thick, and suddenly the rooftop felt too small.You wanted to walk away. You needed to walk away. But your feet refused.“Why are you always here?” you whispered, voice shaking.“Because I can’t stay away,” he admitted. Then, almost gently, he brushed a strand of wet hair from your face. Your heart stuttered.
It happened at a club. Not that you wanted to go—but your friends dragged you.And there he was. Watching someone else laugh with you. Niki. Your Niki.“You’re enjoying yourself,” he said, voice dangerously quiet. Not a question. A statement.“I am not,” you said, glaring, though you knew he knew you were lying.His jaw tightened. “Funny. Because I saw you smiling. With him.”“Maybe I can smile without it being a crime,” you shot back, trying to keep your heart from thumping like crazy.He stepped closer, heat radiating off him, and suddenly the club felt like it was just the two of you. “You’re mine,” he muttered, lips brushing your ear. And just like that, jealousy melted into something much, much hotter.
A few nights later, you were walking home under the soft glow of streetlights. He fell into step beside you, just casually, like it wasn’t causing a storm in your chest.The wind caught your scarf, and it slipped. He caught it, wrapping it around your neck… and didn’t let go.“You’re freezing,” he said, brushing it over your shoulders.“I’m fine,” you said, but the warmth of his hands lingered far longer than necessary.“Sure you are,” he said, leaning a little closer. “But maybe I should stay until you’re actually fine.”You tried to protest, but your words caught in your throat.
Late one night, city lights sprawling below his apartment, you found yourselves on the balcony. Silence stretched, comfortable and tense at the same time.“You’re infuriating,” you whispered, leaning against the railing.“And you… make me feel things I shouldn’t,” he admitted, voice low. His hand brushed yours—tentative at first, then possessive, claiming.“I don’t—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss.Soft. Tentative. Testing boundaries. Then deeper, hungrier, spilling weeks of tension into a single, devastating moment.When you finally pulled back, hearts racing, you could only manage a whisper.“I hate you… I think.”“And I love you,” he corrected, smirking, forehead resting against yours. “Even when you’re impossible.”The city hummed outside his apartment windows, but inside, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of you.“You’re really impossible, you know that?” Niki murmured, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed—but there was a spark in his dark eyes that made your knees weak.“I could say the same about you,” you replied, brushing past him. But every step you took, his gaze followed… almost hungrily.He reached out, catching your wrist gently. “Don’t walk away from me. Not now.”You froze. The apartment felt too small, too warm, your heart thudding like crazy. “Niki…” your voice barely left your lips.He leaned closer, and the heat from his body pressed against yours. “You don’t get it, do you? Every little fight, every tease… I feel it all. I want you,” he admitted, his voice low, almost a growl.Your breath hitched as his hand slid from your wrist to your waist, tugging you gently toward him. You tried to step back, tried to protest, but his lips were already on yours. Soft at first… testing, teasing… and then demanding, hungry.You gasped into the kiss as his hands roamed, exploring every inch of you he’d been dreaming about. Clothes weren’t ripped off, but the tension, the heat, the intent… it was enough to make your knees wobble.When you pulled back, chest heaving, he smirked, forehead resting against yours. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it,” he whispered. “I’ve waited too long for this… for you.”You swallowed hard, heat flooding your face. “I… I can’t—”“You can,” he countered, voice husky. “I’ll make you feel things you didn’t know you could.”And just like that, the city outside didn’t matter. The only thing that existed was Niki, the warmth of his body, the taste of his lips, and the fire between you.
🌸₊˚⊹⋆。˚⋆⊹₊˚🌸₊˚⊹⋆。˚⋆⊹₊˚🌸₊˚⊹⋆。˚⋆⊹₊˚🌸
Author note:- Hey cupies 💕 This is my little Niki x Reader oneshot/fic—slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers, with a few spicy moments sprinkled in 😏🔥.Expect: city nights, coffee dates, rooftop tension, and some teasing apartment scenes.This fic has light smut, jealousy, and possessive Niki energy… so read responsibly 😘.
Cold & Mine🫧
He didn't want love, until she became his everything 💝────୨ৎ────≽^•⩊•^≼
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦢˚. ᵎᵎ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. .𖥔 ݁ ˖
🦢˚. Yushi, the NCT school’s cold genius prince, had one rule—no distractions. But then came YN, the chaotic sunshine with too many questions and zero chill. She tripped into his life (literally) and somehow made his perfectly silent world way too loud… and kinda lovely. Now he’s stuck wondering why her dumb jokes make his smart heart flutter.👻
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⋆.𐙚 ̊pairing :- yushi × reader, genius boy×chaotic girl , grumpy cat × sunshine cat
⋆.𐙚 ̊genre :- rom-com,high school,slice of life, lighthearted romance, opposite attract, bickering couples, slow burn
⋆.𐙚 ̊ warning :- teasing and slow burn romance,mild romantic scenes,kisses between highschoolers,long cuddle,fluff, caution
*.𐙚 ̊Author’s Note :- Okayyy, Chapter 2 is done and yes—it was short, but hey, dramatic rooftop letters and mysterious cold boys need space to breathe 😌💌🖇️. 😂 Stick around for Chapter 3, ‘cause things are heating up! Don’t forget to comment, reblog, and show some love to this baby fanfic of mine 💕 See ya soon, besties!
Chapter -1🖇️ class 3A'S unexpected sparkle
Chapter-2🖇️ Unspoken thanks
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The golden morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Class 3A, painting the desks with a soft, warm glow. YN stepped into the classroom, her pigtails bouncing with each step, a little more confident than yesterday. Moka waved at her from her seat, her eyes sparkling with excitement.As YN walked toward her desk, she noticed five girls crowding around Yushi’s—her deskmate. They were none other than the popular group, led by the tall, elegant Reina. She was talking nonstop, flipping her hair and trying to get Yushi’s attention. But Yushi, as usual, sat back in his chair, gaze fixed out the window, visibly uninterested.YN smiled softly, waved at Moka, and quietly made her way to her seat beside Yushi. As she sat down, she glanced at him briefly—he looked slightly uncomfortable, lips pressed in a line.The girls didn’t notice her at first, continuing their chatter until YN, without a word, made a silly face mimicking Reina’s over-the-top expressions. Mocha stifled a laugh from across the room. Yushi, still facing the window, saw it from the corner of his eye. His lips twitched—just a little—but enough to be noticed. Reina caught YN’s mocking expression and her eyes narrowed. “How *dare* you!” she snapped, her voice sharp. The other girls turned to YN, clearly riled up.YN stood up calmly, her tone polite but firm. “Hey, don’t you think he looks uncomfortable? I don’t mean to offend anyone, just… maybe give him a little space?” Her voice carried warmth, not sarcasm, and her smile was soft—like someone genuinely trying to help.Yushi was still watching, curious now. From the mimicking to her calm response—she was… different.Reina scoffed. “What’s your problem? You just got here.”YN replied, still with a gentle tone, “No problem at all. But honestly, I think he’s a great guy... maybe he just prefers quiet mornings.”That caught Yushi off guard. His brows lifted slightly, and for the first time, he turned slightly in his seat, his cold eyes narrowing just a bit—not at YN, but at Reina. “She’s right,” he said, voice low and cold. “Don’t make me repeat myself tomorrow.”The popular girls, stunned, exchanged glances before storming back to their seats, clearly defeated.YN sat down quietly, thinking over everything that had just happened. Before she could settle, she heard a quiet “Thanks” from beside her. She blinked, surprised.Turning to him, she beamed, “You’re welcome, Prince Cold.” Yushi didn’t say anything—but YN caught it. A tiny twitch at the corner of his lips. A ghost of a smile. Even though he had turned back to the window, she saw it.Just then, the door opened and Ms. Kazuha stepped in. The students quickly stood and greeted her. The buzzing classroom fell into quiet as the lesson began—but a new spark had been lit in Class 3A.The classroom grew quiet as Ms. Kazuha began her lesson, the soft rustle of pages flipping and the faint tapping of pens filling the room. The golden sunlight gently warmed the desks, making everything feel like a sleepy morning dream.
Ms. Kazuha’s chalk tapped lightly against the board as she began her lesson. “Alright, Class 3A, let’s warm up with a simple math problem.”As she wrote the equation, groans filled the room—except from the front-row overachievers. YN, sitting at the back beside Yushi, stared at the numbers with a blank expression. *Math? Already?* Her brain refused to cooperate.Ms. Kazuha looked around, her eyes landing on YN. “Y/N, would you like to try solving it?”YN stood up slowly, her heart thudding. She picked up the chalk and walked to the board, feeling the weight of eyes on her. She tried—but the answer didn’t come out right. Ms. Kazuha offered her a gentle smile.“It’s okay, Y/N. You’ll get there. I’ve seen your previous records—your English scores are very strong. Everyone has different strengths.”Relieved, YN nodded and returned to her seat.She sat down beside Yushi and let out a small sigh. After a pause, she glanced at him and whispered with a shy smile, “That was really embarrassing…”Yushi blinked, clearly not expecting her to speak to him so casually. He looked at her for a moment before replying in a quiet voice, “…You’ll get it next time.” His tone was short, but not cold.YN's eyes lit up. She grinned softly—like a little sunshine cracking through clouds. It was the first time he had spoken to her, and even if it was only a few words, it warmed her chest.Yushi turned back toward the window, but the faintest twitch of a smile betrayed his cool demeanor.As the final equation on the board was solved and the clock ticked closer to break time, Ms. Kazuha clapped her hands lightly, smiling at the class."That’s all for today. I’ll see you all tomorrow—come prepared!" she said warmly before gathering her notes and stepping out of the classroom.The moment the door clicked shut, the room buzzed back to life—chairs squeaked, voices rose, and a few students hurried toward their friend groups.YN stretched a little in her seat, her gaze drifting across the room—until a certain tension pulled her eyes toward a sharp, familiar feeling.Reina.
There she sat, chin tilted slightly, arms crossed, eyes locked straight on YN. The jealousy in her stare wasn’t subtle—it burned, clear and cold. YN blinked, surprised by the intensity.Just then, beside her, Yushi shifted.He followed YN’s line of sight briefly. His eyes met Reina’s for no more than a second—cool, unreadable—before turning back to the window as if she wasn’t even worth a reaction.Without glancing at YN, he muttered under his breath, his voice low and flat,“Don’t care.” It was so casual, so effortless—and yet it felt like a small shield tossed in her direction. YN glanced down at her hands, a soft smile forming on her lips.Even without looking at her, he noticed.And at the back of the room, Reina’s jaw clenched ever so slightly.
Yushi × Sakuya - my bias duo
🥐😺
They’re the kind of duo that feels like comfort.🖇️🎀
Yushi is the calm — quiet, warm, steady, like a gentle hug you didn’t know you needed.💙
Sakuya is the softness — shy smiles, pure heart, little moments that make everything brighter.💗
Together, they balance each other perfectly.🌿
One feels like safety, the other feels like sunshine.✨
They're not just my bias 💌
they're my safe place,soft hours,and heart in one duo🖇️♥️
Cold & Mine ❄️💗 — yushi × reader
Hi cuppies🎀 ,My very first fanfiction is out now! Dive into the story of a cold genius boy and the sunshine girl who turns his world upside down ☀️📚 Featuring our charming prince Yushi 💫 Check out Chapter 1 now and stay tuned for more! 🌷
⊹₊⟡⋆⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ⋆。𖦹°⭒˚。⋆⊹₊⟡⋆ִ ࣪𖤐
Cold & Mine🫧
He didn't want love, until she became his everything 💝────୨ৎ────≽^•⩊•^≼
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦢˚. ᵎᵎ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦢˚. Yushi, the NCT school’s cold genius prince, had one rule—no distractions. But then came YN, the chaotic sunshine with too many questions and zero chill. She tripped into his life (literally) and somehow made his perfectly silent world way too loud… and kinda lovely. Now he’s stuck wondering why her dumb jokes make his smart heart flutter.👻
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⋆.𐙚 ̊pairing :- yushi × reader, genius boy×chaotic girl , grumpy cat × sunshine cat
⋆.𐙚 ̊genre :- rom-com,high school,slice of life, lighthearted romance, opposite attract, bickering couples, slow burn
⋆.𐙚 ̊ warning :- teasing and slow burn romance,mild romantic scenes,kisses between highschoolers,long cuddle,fluff, caution
⋆.𐙚 ̊author's note :- Hi cupies! 🍓💌 This is the very beginning of *Cold & Mine*, my first ever fanfic, and I'm honestly a mix of nervous + excited (≧▽≦)💫 Chapter 1 is just a little peek into the world of Yushi and y/n — where cold glares meet chaotic sunshine. It’s only the start, so expect more fun, fluff, bickering, and maybe some slow-burn feelings to come 😳💗
Chapter -1 🖇️ Class 3A's unexpected sparkle
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The classroom buzzed quietly with the low hum of students settling into their seats. At the very back, by the window, sat Yushi — the undisputed prince of NCT School. His sharp eyes scanned the pages of his notebook with effortless focus. Genius, smart, and cold, Yushi seemed untouched by the chatter and laughter surrounding him. His dark hair slightly tousled, and his posture relaxed yet commanding, he was the kind of student everyone admired and feared. No one dared disturb the boy who ruled the school with his icy gaze... until today.The classroom door swung open, and Ms. Kazuha, the homeroom teacher, stepped in gracefully. The students quickly straightened up and greeted her in unison, “Good morning, Ms. Kazuha!” She smiled warmly at them, her eyes sparkling with a hint of excitement.“Good morning, everyone,” she said. “I have some news — a new transfer girl will be joining your class today.” The room instantly buzzed with whispers and curious glances.All eyes were already on the empty seat by the window — where Yushi sat, untouched by the sudden commotion.Ms. Kazuha smiled gently and said, “Come in.” A girl stepped through the door, her hair styled in two perfect pigtails on either side of her head, with straight bangs framing her bright, shining eyes. She carried a pink backpack over her shoulders and stood quietly near the teacher, looking around the room with a mix of curiosity and nervous excitement.The classroom fell silent as the new girl stepped forward, her bright eyes scanning the room confidently. Yushi, who had been gazing out the window, finally turned his head and glanced at her for a brief moment, his usual cold expression flickering with slight curiosity. The other students whispered among themselves, watching the newcomer with interest.Ms. Kazuha smiled warmly, "Everyone, this is yn, your new classmate. Please make her feel welcome."yn gave a small, polite nod to the class before taking the empty seat next to Yushi, who didn’t say a word but shifted slightly to look at her.Yushi watched silently as she sat down beside him, then quickly turned his face away. Ms.kazuha began the lesson, but Yushi seemed uninterested—he yawned and rested his head on his arm, leaning against the desk. Meanwhile, Yn focused intently on the lesson, determined to pay attention on her very first day.A few minutes later the bell rang sharply .Ms. Kazuha smiled and said "class dismissed" ,the students quickly gathered their things ,greeting the teacher politely.As soon as Ms. Kazuha left the room, the classroom burst into life. Some students started laughing loudly, others were chatting and whispering secrets, and a few were playfully teasing each other. The quiet, serious atmosphere was gone — the class had turned into a lively, silly mess full of energy and noise.Yn looked around with wide eyes, trying to take it all in, while Yushi leaned back in his chair, observing the chaos with a calm, almost bored expression. Despite the noise, he didn’t seem bothered at all.As Yn looked around the lively classroom, then a girl walked over with a soft smile.“Hey! I’m Moka,” she said warmly. “Welcome to our class!”Yn smiled brightly. “Hi Moka! Nice to meet you!”Soon, more students joined in, surrounding her desk. “I’m Asahi!”
“Watarai!”
“Mimiko!”
“Sana~”
“And I’m Momo!”
Yn turned to each of them, her voice full of friendly excitement. “So nice to meet you all! I’m really happy to be here!”Laughter and soft chatter filled the space around her.Yushi, sitting quietly beside her, shifted slightly in his seat. He glanced sideways—just enough to see her smiling and laughing with everyone, her energy spilling into his quiet corner.He scoffed under his breath, more to himself. “Tch. Loud.” Then leaned back in his chair, one hand supporting his chin as he stared out the window, pretending he didn’t just hear her laugh again.As the bell rang, signaling lunchtime, students leapt from their seats, rushing into the hallway in groups. Yn was packing her things when Moka came up to her with a bright smile.“Yn! Wanna eat together?” she asked,.Yn nodded cheerfully. “Sure!”They walked side by side to the cafeteria, their footsteps echoing softly through the hallway. The cafeteria was buzzing with energy—laughter, trays clattering, chairs moving. After grabbing their food, the two girls found a spot by the window and settled into one of the long tables.“This place is way bigger than my old school,” Yn said, glancing around in awe.Moka giggled. “You’ll get used to it fast. Our class is always this loud, especially after lunch.”Yn laughed. “I kind of like it. It feels alive.”They both began eating, sharing small bites of conversation. After a few minutes, Moka leaned in with a playful smile.“So… what do you think of Yushi?”“Yushi?” Yn blinked. “You mean the guy next to me?”“Mm-hmm. The cold genius everyone talks about,” Moka said, teasingly. “He’s kind of famous around here.” Yn smiled lightly, poking at her food. “He seems... quiet. I haven’t really talked to him.”Just then, Yushi entered the cafeteria with his tray, walking calmly through the noise. His eyes scanned the room briefly, and his usual calm, unreadable expression on his face. His eyes scanned the tables—and then landed on Yn, laughing softly with Moka, her smile catching the sunlight like it belonged there.
For a second, he paused.Just a second.
Then, without a word, he turned his eyes away and headed to a table by the window—alone, just like always.Unbothered by the brief glance, Yn continued chatting with Moka, completely unaware of the quiet gaze that had flickered her way.Moka caught it immediately.But Yn didn’t notice. She was too focused on opening her juice box.Moka raised her brows slightly, smirking to herself. --After finishing their lunch, Yn and Moka stood up from the table, tossing their trays onto the return rack.“I’ll see you in class!” Moka said with a grin, waving as she ran off .“Okay! Thanks for eating with me!” Yn called after her, still smiling.With her hands in her pockets, Yn walked down the hallway alone. The corridors were loud and chaotic—students were laughing, chasing each other, teasing in playful tones. One boy had a juice box battle going on with another while a group of girls huddled in the corner sharing videos.Yn watched them all with wide, curious eyes and a soft smile. *“It’s kind of messy… but I like it,”* she thought. The noise, the life—it was nothing like her old school. It felt real here.Just as she turned the corner, still distracted by the whirlwind of energy, she suddenly collided into someone—hard.“Ow—!” she stumbled back slightly, quickly looking up.Yushi.He barely flinched.“Tch. Watch where you’re going, transfer girl,” he muttered coolly, not even stopping as he brushed past her without a second glance.Yn stood frozen for a second, blinking at his back.“Did he just—?” she blinked again. She huffed softly but couldn’t help the small amused smile tugging at her lips.“Rude,” she whispered to herself and kept walking.—As YN walked across the edge of the playground, the noise of laughter and shouting filled the air. Students ran around, tossing snacks, chasing each other, and soaking in the freedom of break time. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the soccer team. They were fast, focused, and full of energy.
"Wow... they're really good," she whispered to herself,as she stood watching them for a while.Just as she turned to head back to class, her steps halted.Standing a few feet away, leaning casually against a pillar near the wall, was *him*. Yushi.The cold, genius boy who didn’t seem to care about anything or anyone—yet here he was, quietly observing the soccer match, hands in pockets, eyes sharp but unreadable.He hadn’t noticed her. His attention was elsewhere. But YN couldn't help but stare for a second longer."Even the way he watches people feels... intimidating,"* she thought, blinking quickly and hurrying away, cheeks slightly pink.—The final bell rang, echoing through the classroom. Students rushed to pack their bags, chairs screeching as they stood, laughter and chatter quickly filling the air. Yushi, still expressionless, quietly slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out without a single glance . remained in her seat a few seconds longer, watching the lively class fade into a hallway full of footsteps and noise. She finally stood up and exited.At the school’s main gate, students were either hopping on cycles, chatting while waiting for their buses, or waving goodbye to friends. The soft evening light cast a warm glow over the scene.Moka appeared beside YN with a little grin. "Hey! Tiring first day?" she asked, adjusting her strap.YN chuckled, "Not really... everyone’s fun. But I don’t really know who’s who yet."Moka’s eyes lit up with gossip-mode. "Ooh, you really don’t know? Then let me introduce you to some drama."YN blinked, curious. "Drama?"Moka leaned in, lowering her voice. "There's this super popular girl in our class. Her name’s Reina. Super tall, pretty, like model-level visuals. Basically, everyone admires her... and she’s got a big, obvious crush on Yushi.—After their chat, Moka checked her watch and smiled. "Okay,I gotta catch my bus! Let’s hang out tomorrow too, okay?""Sure!" YN nodded with a bright smile, waving as Moka ran off into the crowd.YN began walking home alone, the golden evening sun casting long shadows on the road. She put on her earphones and looked around—kids playing on the side streets, aunties chatting near tea shops, the usual after-school buzz.But just as she turned the corner near the school gate, she slowed down.A few steps ahead of her, she spotted *him*. Yushi.With his bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets, and headphones on, he walked ahead, completely unaware of her presence. His posture was calm, a little too cool for a regular high schooler. For some reason, it surprised her to see him just… walking like a normal person."Wait… he lives this way too?" she muttered softly to herself, blinking.It wasn’t like their houses were *close*, but they clearly lived along the same road—maybe just a few turns away.She quickly looked away before he could turn around and see her staring. Not that he would, she thought.Still, a small smile tugged at her lips.Maybe, just maybe… the cold prince of NCT High wasn’t *that* far away after all.She turned at her street and made her way home
Note:- So this is the first chapter of Cold & Mine! ❄️💗 I hope you enjoyed the start of YN and Yushi’s story! It’s my very first fanfiction, so your support means a lot. Please don’t forget to like, comment your thoughts, and follow for more updates! Let’s go through this journey together 💫🫶