Pairing: idol boyfriend Kim Doyoung x model reader
Word count: 871 words
Synopsis: Fat-shaming should be a thing of the past. Everyone is healthy and beautiful just the way you are, so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. (unless if the doctors strongly advise dieting, then listen to the professionals for your health <3)
“Oppa, are you coming to my shoot today?” you still decided to ask despite knowing what the answer would be.
“I’m busy, but I’ll try.” you gave a sad smile beneath the mask as he kissed you on the forehead and dropped you off at the studio.
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“Y/N, this shoot is probably going to last until nighttime.” your manager handed your phone to you and ran off to speak with the director. Just as you switched it on, the screen went out.
“Noona?” you called out for the manager to help charge your phone but she was nowhere to be found. The photographers and stylists however, were calling your name repeatedly.
As you changed poses, the cameras flashed repeatedly. The photographer and stylists however, looked dissatisfied with the quality of the photos.
“Did you eat anything, Y/N?” you recalled the grilled chicken sandwich Doyoung had packed for you.
“I apologize, I had some meat earlier today.” The photographer sighed, while the stylists giggled, unaware of the anger he felt. He was an infamous perfectionist, and hated it when the models were too skinny or too fat.
“Go on a diet starting tomorrow! Water only!” he sighed, “we’ll have to make do with a fat model today.” you pinched the non-existent fat on your stomach and sighed. Just how much skinnier do you have to be?
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“I’m home..” you were greeted by a dark living room. Doyoung was probably at practice. You sighed and dragged your feet into the gym room to exercise a little before a shower. After some cardio, you dragged your body into the bathroom for a warm shower, then collapsed onto your bed.
The next day came, and you exercised as soon as you woke up, ate very little and exercised before you slept.
This routine repeated, and you barely noticed Doyoung’s absence as you were too busy focusing on slimming down.
The day of the second shoot was here. You had lost a good 3 kg since then.
“Much better!” the photographer complimented your much slimmer figure. You were so skinny your ribs could be seen. Your arms and legs were nothing but bones and your waistline was like a small child’s.
With no energy, you did your best during the shoot.
“Great work, everyone! A sponsor is catering our lunch for today, so eat as much as you want!” a staff member ran in with news as the catering staff placed trays of food onto the table.
“Except for you, Y/N!” the photographer yelled as he changed the camera lenses, “you’re already fat enough, you’re on a water diet today!” you slouched and walked off to the side but bumped into someone.
“Who are you to say she can’t eat?” the man who just bumped into you turned you around to face the photographer.
“Because of people like you, my girlfriend has been skipping meals, torturing her body and her organs, and her mental state is unwell. She exercises right after she wakes up and before she sleeps just to lose extra weight and now you’re telling her to go on a water diet? She’s lucky to have someone to side with her, but imagine all the other girls whose healthy bodies are deteriorating because of one single remark you made.” Doyoung was intimidating as he spat facts out at the man who stood a couple metres away.
“What’s wrong with having a little fat? I see nothing wrong with her being chubby and healthy.”
“The clients-” he tried to get a word in.
“What? The clients what? I represent the clients and the Kim Group. I gave you this job because I heard good things about you. Turns out they were all false. Fire him and get him out of my sight.” He pointed at the door. His secretary called in the security and the photographer was dragged out immediately, not giving you any time to gather your thoughts.
“You hired him? You’re the client I’m modelling for?” you were dumbfounded. He had said he wouldn’t meddle in your work and there he was, doing exactly what he said he wouldn’t do.
“Get out of my sight, Doyoung! Leave!” you pointed at the door the photographer was just dragged out of.
“Baby, I was just trying to help you!” he held onto your other hand. The other staff took this as their cue to leave and not meddle in your couple’s fight.
“I’m sorry, baby. Please, will you forgive me?” you turned away from him. You weren’t going to let him trick you again, “Sweetheart..” he hugged you from behind and your heart softened a little.
His chin rested on your shoulder as he apologized repeatedly, explaining that he only wanted to support the start of your career and wouldn’t meddle in any future affairs.
“Promise?” you held your pinky up.
Doyoung hesitated. He wasn’t the type to make promises since he thought they were futile. However, he gave a smile and nodded and your childish gesture, linking his pinky with yours and stamping your thumb together.
“Now let’s eat some delicious food!” he ran to the catering table with your hand in his and stuffed you full with healthy and filling food.
Synopsis: It's been a few weeks since you moved in after officially getting married. Yes, you were too young. Both still in university, but what would age mean in an arranged marriage?
Your best friends were begging for a housewarming party and his friends were whining about how he hadn't formally introduced you. So, you decided to invite them all over on the same day to get things over and done with as soon as possible. You would hear less begging and he would hear less whining.
The boys arrived first, bringing many different door gifts. You walked to the sofa with cut fruits.
“So, how’s the newlywed life?” Jeno held your hand and placed it on his lap as he answered the same question all his business partners, classmates and relatives had asked.
As he repeated the same four lines, Jaemin bent down to pick up the fork that he dropped. He took a glance and saw your hands.
“I know y’all are married and all, but don’t you think it’s too much to be holding hands while in front of single people like us?” he gave a sad face and whined as he hugged Haechan’s arm.
Haechan however, was disgusted by his actions and rushed to pull his arm away.
“Speak for yourself. I have girls chasing me down every street asking for my number.” he rolled his eyes.
“Um.. I invited my single friends over so if you want to make friends you can-” as if on cue, the doorbell rang. You glanced out the window and saw four girls, each carrying housewarming gifts.
Jeno sighed as he let go of your hand and you ran down to the door to welcome your friends. The four of them entered, and you brought them to the living room where the others were waiting.
It was awkward at first but over dinner, the eight had bonded and were closer than ever. They were already planning a road trip and had made a group chat. The housewarming party ended early with Yena having to go home early because of her curfew. Haechan offered to send her home and the other boys followed suit, each of them giving one of your friends a ride home.
You watched four cars drive out of your driveway and sighed, leaning back into your husband’s arms.
“We’re never doing that ever again” he bent down and carried you in his arms as he climbed up the stairs.
Jeno strongly hated the idea of having people over to disrupt his peaceful alone time with you at home, but there was nothing he could do since you really wanted to invite them over. He did his best to be a welcoming host that day and you gave him a kiss on his cheek for putting in a lot of effort into something he disliked for your sake.
When you walked into the room after washing up, you noticed that he was already asleep. He was tired from all the talking and high energy radiating off the guests that he went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
You giggled, watching your handsome husband sleep and leaned over him to switch off his bedside lamp. As soon as the room went dark, he rolled over and hugged you tightly, trapping you in his arms. His rhythmic warm breaths fanned your ear as he pulled you in closer, mumbling an ‘i love you’ before he went back to sleep.
You awoke in the middle of the night, feeling cold suddenly. Jeno was asleep on the other side, facing you. The discomfort could be seen on his face as his hand felt around the bed looking for your warmth. It landed on your thigh and snaked up underneath your nightgown, stopping at your back. His huge cold hand made you shiver as he pulled you in closer to him.
Both arms wrapped around you and you could smell his delicious skin. You were tempted to bite his chest, and did just as your heart told you. He flinched, looking down at you with drowsy eyes as you traced the bite mark that you left on his bare chest.
“Baby, it’s late. Let’s do it in the morning, okay?” his low voice was like music to your ears. You barely had time to register what he had said earlier and fell asleep.
You woke up to a surprise the next day...
The end, I’ll leave the rest up to your imaginations ;)
Pairing: Bestffriend Hendery x reader
Word count: 2.4k
“I-If you can’t accept me yet, then.. I’m willing to wait for you.”
“I can’t do it anymore, Hendery.” you were walking home with an ice cream in hand.
“You know, you could always move into my place. it’s empty, and you’ll be away from your parents that way.”
“Can I really?” You asked, but you still refused his offer.
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“You know when you told me I could move into your place?” you called Hendery one night.
He hummed in response. “Is your place still vacant?” Hendery was waiting at the playground in front of your house fifteen minutes later, and helped you with your bags.
“What happened to you?” Because of the tank top you wore, he could see the blue and purple bruises that decorated your tanned skin. There was also a wound and dried blood on your forearm, and your lip was busted.
“Can we just get out of here first?” you got into the car and buckled up. He drove off and when you arrived, he helped you out of the car and placed his jacket around your bare shoulders.
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“You know, you could report them to the police..” he brought some blankets into the living room after you finished your shower and saw you struggling to apply medicine on your arm.
“Nah, if I report them and they end up in jail or something, I’ll have to live with my aunt and uncle, and they hate kids. Who knows what’ll happen to me if I live with them.” he took the tube of cream from your hands and sat down beside you, then helped you apply it onto the bruised spots.
“Until when are you going to stay here then?” You looked into his eyes that were filled with concern.
“Why? Are you renting this place to someone else? If you are, then just tell me, I’ll move out immedia- ah!” you winced when he pressed on your bruised skin.
“I meant how long are you going to stay away from them? You can’t stay here forever, someday you’ll have to go out and find a job, maybe marry some guy and have kids.” he spoke what had been on his mind for awhile.
“I could marry you and have kids with you.” you said, not turning around.
“Not funny, Y/N. You’re 19, I might get arrested if my fans find out.”
“You’re only 21! Also, I’m turning 20 in a few hours, I’ll be an adult then. So, we’re two young adults who are single and unmarried. We’re living under the same roof, and we’ve been in a loving relationship for years!”
“You mean, you got dumped by your boyfriend a week ago while I’ve never had a girlfriend, my dorm is just next door, and we’ve been best friends since we were in elementary school.”
“Exactly, single, under one roof, and loving relationship!” he recapped the tube of cream and placed it back into the first aid box. You turned to face him.
“Did you really never have feelings for me after all these years?” You looked into his cold, expressionless eyes. He shook his head, and moved to pick up the first aid box. You grabbed his hand, making him sit back down onto the couch. You slowly crawled closer to him, while he didn’t make any move.
As you climbed on top of him and straddled his hips, the look in his eyes changed. No matter how good he was at acting, you always knew. Or at least you thought you knew.
“W-What are you doing?” he tried to sound as cold and emotionless as he possibly could in that situation.
“Can’t you at least try?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him like a huge koala bear.
“Hmm?” he hummed, sending vibrations through your chests that were in contact.
“Be my boyfriend. For a year. If things don’t work out between us, we’ll end things.” you pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.
He was quiet for awhile.
“I can’t. Now can you please get off me?” You can’t, or you don’t want to? You got off him and watched his back, your eyes brimming with tears.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen, but you had already left.
“Y/N?” he wanted to go after you, but after what he just said, you probably needed some time to yourself to think. Still, it was night time, should he have gone after you? Hendery sat on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.
“She’s independent and strong. I’m sure she’ll come back safe.”
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You met Lucas as soon as you left Hendery’s place.
“Eo? Y/N, why are you coming out of.. Are you crying? What happened?” your tears were about to spill but you held them in and smiled.
“I-It’s nothing,” you laughed it off, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“You’re crying..” he reached a hand out to you but you turned away, “No, I’m not..” you wiped your tears away with the sleeves of Hendery’s huge hoodie.
“What happened? You can talk to me if you want.” Lucas followed you and sat down at the playground.
“I heard you’re an adult now. Congratulations!” he offered you the can of beer but you shook your head.
“You sure?” he offered it again. You took the can of beer from his hand and drank it all in one go.
“H-Hey, Hendery will kill me if he finds out that you drank it all in one go. I wanted you to take a sip, not..” You reached for another can and opened it, but he pulled it out of your hand.
“I think that’s more than enough.” you sighed and pulled a pack of cigarettes and lighter from your pocket.
“Where did you get those from? You were underage just a few hours ago..” You took a puff, and let smoke out.
“I’ve done more than smoke, Lucas. I have a high alcohol tolerance too, so that one can of beer was nothing.”
“Uh huh, right. I’ll ask Ten for some wine then maybe.” he left the playground and you took the chance to drink a few more cans of beer.
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<message from LUCAS>
Hendery opened the message. A video?
“You know.. I wish I hadn’t been born as a human.” it was your voice. You were already very drunk, and Lucas took the chance to take a video of you as a prank.
“Then what do you want to be if not a human?”
“His heart. I want to share his feelings, his happiness, his sorrow. I want to be wherever Hendery is. If he dies, I die. But if I die, I could just be replaced with a better heart.” you smiled sadly and drank more beer.
“I’ve tried to be there for him, but it seems.. He doesn’t want me involved in his future. He’s been pushing me far away, and without realizing it.. We’ve drifted apart.” Your tears fell, and the camera was shaking too. It seems that Lucas was crying as well, and he was trying his best to hold it in.
“HENDERY WONG! YOU JERK! SHE LOVES YOU, CAN’T YOU SEE THAT!?” A drunk Lucas shouted at the top of his lungs.
Hendery left the apartment and ran down to the playground.
“You dummies! What are you doing here?”
“You jerk!” he narrowly dodged a crushed beer can that came flying his way. Lucas stood and staggered and swayed as he walked towards Hendery.
“You’re drunk. I’ll get Winwin to..”
“No need. I can get back myself.” Hendery could do nothing but watch as Lucas refused to get any help from the jerk, yelling and screaming as he did so. They were lucky they lived in a loud neighborhood, so no one really cared for the tantrums of the young man.
“Y/N.” you turned away, “Y/N.” Hendery walked to the other side of the swing and knelt beside you. He sighed and picked you up over his shoulder.
Lucas left some trash at the playground, help me pick it up.’ he texted in the WayV group chat before leaving.
“What do you want, Hendery!” you kept hitting his back. He opened the door to his apartment and entered, going straight to the room and throwing you on the bed. He had both your arms pinned above your head, and your legs between his. You were trapped, and in your drunk state, all you could do was squirm around.
“Let go of me!”
“Look at me.” you refused to meet his eyes.
“I SAID LOOK AT ME!” he raised his voice and you flinched. You were really scared now, and tears fell as you met his eyes.
“No! No, I don’t want to..” he had never raised his voice at you before, and now that he suddenly shouted..
His lips met yours. His kisses were rough and needy, as if hungry for something. You melted into his touches as he loosened his hold around your wrists. You reached for the hem of his shirt, but he held your wrist, stopping you.
“I can’t. You’re drunk.” he pushed himself off you, but you pulled him back.
"If you say goodbye now, it's goodbye forever." he was right on top of you, his arm supporting him. Hendery opened his mouth, but hesitated to answer. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. When you asked him to be your boyfriend, he refused, but he had a reason, and he wanted to explain, but how would he start that conversation?
You flipped him over and straddled his waist. Wait, this seems a little too familiar. Right, you just got rejected a few hours ago in this very position. You lost your will to continue as soon as you remembered that.
“Y/N, I..”
“I get it. You don’t actually love me or have feelings for me. I’m sorry to have disturbed you. I’ll move out tomorrow.” you got off him. Hendery reached out for you, but he didn’t know if that was the right thing to do. If he reached out for you, he could cause the downfall of the entire group if there are scandals. But, if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you forever.
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“YOU WHAT!?” Lucas slammed the door open. His hair was a mess, and although his eyes weren’t fully open, he was awake enough to punch Hendery’s face. Of course, he didn’t punch Hendery because he knew there was no use.
“SHE’S YOUR FIRST LOVE.” Yangyang followed closely behind him.
“But you guys are my family.” he looked up at them. It was clear that he hadn’t gotten any sleep the last night. He had heard you get up to pack and leave early in the morning. You didn’t even say goodbye.
“Only in these situations you call us your family.” Kun scoffed.
“Go talk to her, and-” Ten was cooking in the kitchen.
“It’s no use. She’s probably out of the country now. I heard her call someone.”
“You heard her call someone yet you didn’t bother to stop her from leaving?” Lucas clenched his jaw. He had had enough of Hendery who was now staring blankly at the coffee table.
“Would you do anything to see her smile, or smirk. Maybe laugh for a split second?” Memories flashed before his eyes. The summer days and winter nights you spent together when you were younger. The way your smile was imperfect, yet made his heart skip a beat every single time. The little things such as the way you separated the onions from every dish. Every little thing, and trivial thing, it was all still fresh in his mind. But what could he do? You had already left.
“IS THAT A YES OR A NO.” Lucas was on the verge of losing his mind. Hendery was taking too long. The more time he took, the further you were getting. If he took too long, he might not be able to see you again.
“Y-Yes. I would do anything I could to see her smile, and laugh. I would even pick out the onions in every side dish for her, even if it meant I would get cramps in my hand after all that. I would..” All he could see in his mind was your smile, and your laughter filled his ears. “Fuck, I love her.” Hendery finally realized how much you meant to him.
“Well then what are you waiting for, let’s go find her!”
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All 7 of them and a few managers were at the airport, looking for you.
“Excuse me, can I ask about this flight number..”
The plane had left. You were no longer in Korea. Lucas and the boys felt dejected. He finally realized he loved you, but you weren’t there to hear his confession.
“We have a concert in Japan tomorrow. If you leave, you won’t get back in time.” He didn’t know what to do.
“Ah, sir?” Kun turned to the lady at the counter, “ We received information that a passenger didn’t board the plane. She missed her flight and booked the evening flight.” Right, that clumsy girl must’ve forgotten her passport.
“Hyung, can I have your car keys?” Hendery asked the manager and drove home immediately.
“Y/N!” You were in your room, standing in front of the bedside table, and just as he had thought, you forgot to bring your passport. You were about to pick it up when he had you in a bone-crushing hug. You could feel his rapid heart beat against your back.
“H-Hendery?” you were surprised to see that he was back so fast from his dance practice.
“Please..” he sniffled, “Don’t leave me..”
“It won’t work out, Hendery. You’re an idol, and I’m a nobody. I’m not worth the time and-”
“No. You’re my love. You’re the only person I love in the whole wide world. You’re worth more than time and money. I’ll even quit being in the group if it means I can spend more time with you. I love you, Y/N. And I’m sorry I took so long to realize it.” You were in shock, and couldn’t say a word.
“I-If you can’t accept me yet, then.. I’m willing to wait for you.”
“What are you even saying?” you noticed the tears in his eyes.
;a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. .
You stood in the middle of the road, the cold droplets of rainwater falling onto your skin. Your eyes were shut as you listened to the pitter patter of the rain falling onto the road, leaves, and the trickling of the rainwater into the drain. In that moment, the world felt so distant, a feeling rose within you as the tears finally started pouring. Here in the pouring rain, you felt safe. Your clothes were drenched, and your body was cold, yet you felt so warm inside. The heavy feeling within you disappeared as you let it all out.
Suddenly, the rain stopped falling on you, but you could still hear the pitter pattering. You opened your eyes to see an umbrella sheltering you.
“You’ll get sick.”
“S-Shotaro..” his one arm was outstretched and you hugged him immediately. His warm breath fanned your cold neck as he held you tighter.
“Let’s get you home, you’ll be sick if you stay out here any longer.” You looked up at him, your tears about to fall again. He wiped the tears away with the sleeves of his sweater and pulled you in to hug you again.
“There’s no one to go home to. My parents left me.. Grandma’s gone.. Where do I go now?”
“Home. Even if you feel that the whole world has turned their backs against you, I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. My arms will always be your resting place, and my heart your home.” he smiled softly, looking down at you with warm eyes. You smiled too, then shivered. He held your hand and walked you home.
Pairing: Boyfriend Jungwoo x reader
Word Count: 438 words
He has a habit of gaming before bed, but this game is taking a bit too long..
"Baby~" you groaned, reaching your arm out only to feel the empty sheets. Your boyfriend wasn't by your side, and the bed did feel a little colder without him there.
You sat up and put on your slippers before walking to the other room. There he was, sitting in front of his PC, playing a game. His handsome face was illuminated by the colorful lights from the PC, and from your position in front of the door, you could hear him cursing at his other teammates who were playing with him.
You were already aware of his habit of gaming before sleeping. You tiptoed closer to get a better look at him. His messy curly hair was neatly pulled back by his headset, and his eyes were glued to the screen, focused and unaware of your presence as you sat in the beanbag chair beside him.
"Baby?" you tapped his shoulder and he flinched, before realizing it was you.
"Hold on, my love, I'll be done with the game soon." you nodded and walked to the kitchen. You poured a cup of water for yourself and drank it before walking to the sofa to watch a drama. You were waiting for him to come out to meet you but after a few episodes, there was still no sign of him.
"Baby?" you switched the TV off and walked into the room. He was still in the same position, playing the same game as he talked with his friends. You knew he would dismiss you with the same words again, so instead, you decided to crawl under the table.
"Baby?" Jungwoo pushed back his chair and looked down at you. His eyes widened when he realized what you were doing.
"Huh? What? Oh, sorry I just- Nothing. Where did you die?" his eyes returned to the screen and you slowly inched closer to him. Your head was between his knees now, and your fingers traced up between his thighs.
He was getting hard, and his huge erection was just inches from your face. Before he could react, you had already pulled his dick out and were sucking on it.
"Ugh- Y/N!" you continued sucking, distracting him from his game.
"Sorry boys, I need to go. Girlfriend's waiting for me." he grit his teeth, trying to hold his groans in.
Without shutting his PC off, he pulled you into his lap.
"You done?"
"Nope. Not with you, I'm not." he carried you into the bedroom.
"Attention, Miss y/n? Your daddy is waiting for you at the counter. If anyone sees a small girl in a brown bear hoodie, please bring her to the receptionist counter. Thank you very much.” With a blushing red face, you pulled up the hood of your hoodie and walked to the receptionist counter. Johnny stood there, trying to hide his smile as you walked up to him.
“Oh, y/n!” He wrapped both arms around you. “Thank you very much, miss! I don’t know what i would’ve done without your help! We could’ve missed our plane, and- and..” He continued rambling and thanking the receptionist lady as you dragged him away.
“Daddy?” You stopped walking and turned around with your arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. Johnny reached out to pull back your hood so he could see your face better.
“Believe me, I said boyfriend, I don’t know why or how it ended up being changed into daddy. But anyway, weren’t you the one who was screaming and moaning that last night in the hotel room?” He whispered into your ear. “Oh, I wonder what name you’ll scream when we get to Tokyo? Maybe we can try an.. I don’t know.. Onee-chan?” He moaned lightly reminding you of all the hentai you’ve watched in secret.
“Y-you know?”
“Hm? Know what, sweetheart? You know, next time you wanna watch something like that, we could watch it together. Maybe it might help to.. spice things up a little?” he winked and walked off in the direction of the boarding gates with you running behind him.
“Sweetheart..” his deep morning voice awoke you from your slumber.
“Mmhh~ Kun?” you mumbled and turned to hug him, nuzzling your face in his bare chest as he wrapped his arms around you.
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and gently ran his fingers through your tangled hair. Your hands ran up and down his body, poking and squishing his soft parts. He flinched and pulled his fingers out of your hair, pulling you closer and hugging you tightly.
“What do you think you’re trying to do, hm?” you giggled and looked up into his brown eyes that beautifully reflected the sunlight coming in through the curtains.
“Beautiful..” you mumbled, as if in a trance. You couldn’t look away from the handsome being and nuzzled your face back into his chest.
“Come on, babygirl. I have plans for us today.” he pulled away from you and lifted you up, pulling your naked body out from under the soft silk sheets. Kun walked into the bathroom and placed you into the warm bath he had prepared earlier, before stripping and entering as well.
"a relationship.." he gazed off into the distance, his face glowing because of the sunset. the waves crashed against the rocks on the beach, and you felt even more relaxed now than when you were in class just half an hour ago.
"I've never been in a serious one." he looked down, seemingly ashamed of himself. the most eligible and perfect young bachelor on campus, was imperfect in a sense.
"But.. I've heard of them. relationships where the 24 hours of a day are simply not enough, where they're always together, falling in love with each other all over again and again until death.. I.. I wish to have that kind of relationship." he turned to look at you with a look of longing and sadness in his eyes.
“I wish to have that kind of relationship with you.." he confessed, looking into your eyes. Golden rays of sunlight danced across your cheeks as your eyes met his. He was captivated by the mesmerizing view before him. You were shocked by the sudden confession. It had been a while since you both met and hung out together, and you were just waiting for the question.
Although you thought you had mentally and emotionally prepared yourself enough, you were still taken aback by the question and didn’t know how to answer him. Your mouth was half opened in an attempt to answer, but your mind was blank. He looked away shyly, regretting his actions.
“I-I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have so suddenly..”
“N-No. I.. I want the same too. A relationship with you..” your cheeks and ears turned red and you hid your face in your hands.
“R-Really?” His ears were red. With shaking fingers, he pressed the cigarette held between his fingers and inhaled.
“T-Then..” you started, before trailing off. Your mind a mess even though you were the one who asked the question.
“D-Do you want to? Be my boyfriend, I mean... Gosh, what am I saying?” you mumbled to yourself and drew circles in the sand as your face turned even redder.
“You know, I’m supposed to be the one asking that question, right?” he looked up and so did you.
“W-Well.. I just thought that since I-”
“Be my girlfriend?” he interrupted you.
“Uh.. well.. I.. Y-yes?” your answer came out sounding like a question.
“Y/N..” he looked into your eyes, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked with a more serious look and tone this time.
“Uh.. y-yes.. Yes I would like to.” his face lit up and a smile spread from ear to ear as he jumped up, dropping the cigarette stick on the floor. You stood and crushed it with your shoes.
Xiaojun picked you up and spun around excitedly. You were both filled with laughter and excitement for the future.
It's dark, and you can’t see a thing. But that didn’t stop your imaginations from running wild. Being in the darkness meant that your other senses were heightened and you could hear everything clearly. With your heightened sense of hearing, your imaginations formed much clearer pictures in your mind. Was this a coincidence, or the awakening of a new undiscovered power of imagination?
You could hear his heavy footsteps as he entered the room. He shed his outer coat, the medals clinking as he put it aside and unbuttoned his shirt. In the dark, you could only use your vivid imagination to picture what it would’ve been like with the lights on, or at least the curtain drawn to let the moonlight in.
You pictured his huge rough hands unbuttoning the buttons of his white shirt, exposing his highly seductive collarbones. The sweat that would drip onto his pale and soft skin, glistening and reflecting the light. His hands rolling up his sleeves as he combed his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. Your back was turned against him, but your imagination made up for everything you were missing because of the darkness.
“You’re awake,” his voice like honey melted your insides. He was right beside your ear, whispering sweet nothings into your-
“Eh? You knew I was awake?” your imagination was cut short as you sat up in the bed.
“Are you not cold?” he asked, pulling the sheets over your exposed shoulders.
“I was waiting for you, but you took so long. And you know I can’t sleep without you.” His Majesty was the cure to your insomnia. Although neither of you knew or understood the reason why, he agreed to put you to sleep every night. You were engaged to be married anyway, and had spent countless nights in his bedroom when you helped him with the affairs of the palace after his coronation.
“Wait, won’t Eden go crazy if he finds out that we’re sleeping in the same bed again?” you remembered how his aide had reacted the past few times he found you in the same bed.
He would walk in with the same look of panic, followed by opening the door and looking around to check that no one had seen both of you, and then checking the room to make sure that no one was spying on you. Last but not least, a long rant which ended in both of you falling asleep in each other’s arms again.
Although you were engaged, it wasn’t right for an unmarried couple to be asleep in the same bed. The King and his future queen, especially. Sicheng couldn’t care less about what was expected of a man and woman since he had been isolated in the palace since he was young. Meanwhile, you only thought of him as an innocent young man who knew nothing of the world because of his isolation. Your thoughts were slightly less innocent though, because of all the romance novels you had accidentally memorized.
He took his shirt off and climbed into bed with you.
“Sleep,” he was about to pull you into his arms, “Ah, wait. I haven’t taken a bath yet.”
“No need, you smell nice.” you wrapped your arms around his bare torso, your fingers felt cool against his warm body.
“Y/N.. Let me take a bath first.” he got off the bed.
“I’m going with you!” Sicheng opened the door and light spilled in. You could see his face now, and he looked very tired. A warm bath followed by a massage would do him good. Then that means you have no choice but to help him. Your bare feet sunk into the warm carpet as you got off the bed. Sicheng took another look at you and he noticed the thin clothing you wore.
“If you follow me like that, Eden will really scream at us.” you tilted your head and looked up at him. As if he could read your mind, a smirk formed on his lips.
He’ll scream at us either way, so let’s make the most trouble we can. Was what you thought he was thinking.
Sicheng picked up the black outer coat off the floor and dusted it off. He put the coat around you and pulled you close. He leaned in close to you, his minty breath fanning your forehead as he placed a kiss on your forehead.
“S-Sicheng?” your eyes were shaking and your breathing erratic, “W-What was that for?”
It was the first time he had kissed you. He was usually on the receiving end, being showered with kisses and love by you, but this was the first time that you received a kiss from him. Your heart went crazy and your cheeks were flushed.
“Stay here, I’ll be quick.” he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
You waited for him, and rolled about on the huge bed. After a not very long while, you were getting impatient, so you carefully opened the door and tiptoed to the bathroom.
“Sicheng?” he opened the bathroom door and you fell on your bum. As soon as the cold marble tiles hit your bum, you jumped up.
“Eek! It’s cold!” he sighed, running his fingers through his wet hair. You glanced up at him and realized that he had nothing but a bath towel around his waist. His perfect body was on full display in the light and you drank in he sight of his perfectly toned muscles.
“Are you done looking?” your eyes met his. He had a playful smirk on his face, as if he knew what you were thinking.
“Were you looking at my arm muscles, or my abs? Because I don’t think you were looking at my face.” your cheeks and ears turned red, “Or were you wondering what it would look like.. under here?” he teased, his hands going to the hem of his bath towel.
“Ack! Nope!” You turned away, covering your eyes, then turned back to look at him, “Wait, Dong Sicheng, where did you learn to tease me like that? Who taught you that?” He shook his head, a playful smile on his face. You tiptoed and held his face, making him look into your eyes and he did, but you were the one growing more flustered as the beautiful being standing in front of you gazed into your eyes.
He pointed at the sofa, where you had left your novel.
“You read my novel?” he walked into the closet.
“I was just curious to see what you liked to read.” he had a smile on his face. The male lead in your novel.. He did everything the male lead did. Was this what his partner felt like? You placed a palm on your rapidly beating heart to calm it down.
“Ah, whatever. He’s gonna be my husband anyway!” you followed after him.
It's only been a week since you moved in. Many of your friends say they grew sick and tired of each other after they started living together and soon the same thing would happen to you. But why is it that you're just falling deeper in love with him?
He looked.. handsome. No, that was an understatement. His beauty was simply indescribable. You observed him as he slept beside you. In the moonlight, his long lashes cast shadows onto his cheeks. His nose, jawline and chin were all perfect. It seemed as if god had taken so much care and consideration into molding him perfectly.
Yet, you couldn't get enough of his good looks as the tendrils of hair that fell across his face covered his beautiful face. You brushed his hair aside, and his eyes opened. He looked at you and you flinched. Now that his eyes were opened, his beautiful caramel brown eyes watched you in a daze. His soft lips formed a tired smile as he blinked slowly.
"A-Ah.. sorry, I just-" his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer. He breathed in your scent and you lay in his arms. You were trapped against him, your hand on his bare chest. You could feel the slow rhythmic beat of his heart under your fingertips. It seemed to calm you and you placed your ear against his body.
"Y/N." he moved, loosening his hold against you. Did he not like that you were listening to his heartbeat?
"S-Sorry." you apologized and pushed yourself away.
“No, stay.” he pulled you back towards him. His warm breath fanned your collarbones and the skin that wasn't covered by the nightgown. Your hands trailed down his bare torso and rested at his slim waist. You could feel the taut muscles underneath your palm and you traced the muscles lightly with your fingertips. His skin was warm against your fingertips.
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“What do I do?” you held your face in your hands as you remembered what just happened last night.
“What do you mean?” your best friend sipped on her cup of iced americano.
“I.. last nightt.. I..” your face turned red and you couldn’t continue.
“Oh.. did you do something?” she smirked.
“H-His body, His face, his eyes.. He’s p-perfect..” you mumbled into your hands.
“How did I get such a perfect boyfriend!!" your face was red.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ten?" Her fingers formed a phone as she spoke, "Your girlfriend has been bragging about you. Please claim her as soon as possible. I feel single just listening to her brag."
"Really? Then should I just claim her as my wife instead of a girlfriend?" someone appeared behind you and he trapped you in between his arms. You looked up to see the handsome young man with a smirk on his face.
"God!" your hands covered your blushing face.
"Sweetheart, I can't see your face if you cover it." his hand held yours.
"Please refrain from public display of affection when you are in my cafe."
"Ah, but what do I do? I love Y/N too much." Ten was staring into your eyes, and your face became even redder.
"Whoa. I didn't know her face could get even redder." your bestfriend watched the two of you with disgust.
"You're single only because you won't accept my love for you." Kun appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm single because you never asked me to be yours." Kun had a confused look on his face and you giggled.
Pairing: Boss Mark Lee x secretary reader
Word count: 770 words
How does one apologize after making a grave mistake? Is just a sorry enough?
OFFICE AU
[Warning : A little suggestive ;) ]
“I.. I need to tell you something, sir.” you entered the office and closed the door behind you. He looked pale and haggard. How long has he been like that? His necktie was loosened, and his sleeves were rolled up. His table was a mess with files and different documents that needed his approval. How long has he been suffering?
“S-Sir?” Is this the right time to be telling him this?
He looked up from his documents and faced you. Although tired, his face was still as handsome as ever, his black eyes that were like the night sky drew you in and you forgot what you wanted to say.
“What is it?” he rested his elbows on the table and his hands were clasped together.
“Um.. I-I.. I would like to apologize!” you bowed.
“He doesn’t usually throw himself into work like that. He usually takes breaks and eats his meals at proper timings. The last time he did that.. Was when his brother passed away. To distract him from the sadness, he didn’t leave his office for ten days and ended up in the hospital” Secretary Lee had mentioned.
Heartbreak. Was it because I didn’t clarify the situation that day?
“I-I know we shouldn’t be discussing personal matters at work, but-”
“Come here.” His voice was deep and clear.
“S-Sir?” you looked up and with a finger, he motioned for you to come closer.
You stood beside him and he turned in the chair to face you. He held your hands in his huge ones and looked up into your eyes.
“Explain.” Explain what? “You said you wanted to apologize. So, what are you apologizing for and why should I forgive you?”
“I.. I wanted to apologize because I wasn’t honest with you. I lied to you when you asked if I loved Hyunjin.” he was silent, “T-The truth is, the person I love is-”
He pulled you to sit sideways on his lap and before you could say anything, his soft luscious lips met yours. His kisses were desperate, he didn’t want to lose you, and he didn’t want to hear anymore.
“W-Wait.” your hands were on his chest, pushing him away. He held your hand and kissed your palm.
“The person you love is?” he raised an eyebrow.
“The person I love?” you were in a trance, and your eyes could only see him.
“Mm. You said you wanted to tell me who you love.” he whispered into your ear, and you felt hot inside. Only he could do such a thing to you.
“T-The-nngh..” he bit your collarbone “I..” he licked your neck.
“The person I love is you!” he stopped moving and chuckled. His deep chuckle, it sounded like a familiar melody you only wanted to keep for yourself.
“I know, sweetheart. I know. I love you too.” you heaved a sigh of relief, “but I haven’t forgiven you.” his hands slowly unbuttoned your shirt.
“S-Sir..” he groaned.
“Hmm.. I don’t really like that.” he grabbed your thigh with one hand and you moaned.
“S-Sir.. I don’t think we should-”
“I said I don’t like it.” What was it? What did he not like? He was biting your neck and his hand was moving up your thigh, sending waves of pleasure. It took you a lot of effort not to moan.
“M-Mark..” you bit your lip.
“Yes, Darling?” he stopped and looked at you, then carried you in his arms and walked somewhere.
“W-Where?” he opened a door and threw you onto a bed. Since when did he have a bed in his office?
“Wait, Mark. Why do you have a bed in your office?” you stopped him and pushed him away. He smirked when he saw your face. Were you jealous?
“To sleep.” he pushed himself off you and lay down on the bed with his hands behind his head.
“Sleep, or..” you were becoming more daring and trailed a finger up his body. Under the shirt, you could feel his perfectly toned abs. He held your hand and placed your palm flat against his chest.
“I usually just sleep, but you’re the first woman I brought to this bed. And I’m not letting you escape tonight.” Your eyes widened and he flipped you over attacking you with kisses and unbuttoning your blouse slowly.
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“Hm? Where’s Secretary Y/N?” Mark pointed in the direction of the room only he and Haechan knew about with a smirk on his face.
“Is she unwell?”
“Yeah, she should be. All I did was accepted her apology.”
“Ah.. I hope she can still walk..” Haechan felt bad for you.
Heterochromia iridum; it wasn’t an illness, and you were completely harmless, but everyone was scared of you.
HIGHSCHOOL AU
"your eyes, they're beautiful.." he reached out to touch your face.
You jolted awake, panting. You dreamed of him again, your first love.. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, and memories flooded into your head when you saw your eyes. One brown, and one blue.
The doctors and professionals called it heterochromia, but the elderly used to scream and shout monster, or cursed girl when you walked through the streets. You still remembered when they would point their fingers at you and talk behind your back when you were a child.
You got ready for school. It took a longer time, with all the extra makeup. As soon as you were done, you grabbed your bag and ran out the door.
“Out of the way, freak.” a clique of girls drove closely behind you. You stepped out of the way and continued walking to your classroom.
The classroom was quiet, and you suspected they were playing a trick, but you didn’t expect it to go that far. As soon as you opened the door, a bucket of dirty water fell onto you. You looked around the classroom and saw that everyone had been waiting for you to enter, just to play the prank on you. The bell rang and the teacher arrived on time.
“Ah, Y/N. Go get yourself cleaned up.” he couldn’t be bothered to reprimand or talk to the class about their behavior anymore. You walked out the door to the girl’s toilet and took your contacts off before hopping into the shower. What you didn’t expect was that someone would steal your clothes. You sighed at their childish behavior and walked out of the toilet in your dirty clothes, forgetting your contact lenses on the sink.
“What’s wrong with your eyes? So you really are a freak!” you looked up to face the mastermind behind the childish pranks. The school bully, Shu and his girlfriend were waiting for you in front of the toilet, and you saw your clean clothes in his girlfriend’s hands.
When you turned, you were met with someone’s chest and you looked up to see Jaehyun. You immediately shielded your eyes and turned away.
“I’m sorry,” you tried to walk away, but he held you by your wrist and placed his towel over your head. He pulled a set of clean clothes from his duffel bag and handed it to you.
“Go get changed.” You bowed and thanked him before running back into the toilet. When you were done, you looked everywhere for your contact lenses.
“Looking for this?” Shu’s girlfriend held up the case.
“G-Give it back.” you reached out for it.
“Give it back?” she dropped it into the toilet bowl. “Oops! my hand slipped.” she flushed the toilet bowl and gasped. “Now that was on purpose.” she smirked and walked out of the toilet.
You sighed and picked up your dirty clothes before walking out of the toilet. Jaehyun was still waiting for you outside, and it seemed that Shu and his gang had walked off.
“T-Thank you for the clothes..” his clothes were a little big on you. But they smelled like him, like the sun, if the Sun were to have a smell.
“Ah..” you forgot that you didn’t have your contacts on and you covered your left eye.
“S-Sorry if I freak you out.. You must think I’m a monster or something..” you laughed awkwardly and walked away, but he grabbed you by your arm.
“You’re injured.. I’ll take you to the infirmary.” When you entered, the nurse looked up from her papers.
“Ah, Y/N.” she noticed your eyes, “Were you bullied again?” you smiled and rubbed the back of your neck.
“Oh, you have blood on your elbow.”
“I’ll wait outside,” Jaehyun left.
“How much longer are you going to keep hiding?” she asked, bandaging your arm.
“Just a while longer. I want to live a normal life before I go back to that world.” you thanked her after she was done and walked out of the infirmary. She had provided you with an eye patch so you could hide your eye and you could resume classes like normal.
“Who is she?” Jaehyun had heard the conversation between you and the nurse.
“She’s like the princess of the underworld. Her father rules the country, and controls the government. His word is the law. Her seven brothers are all gang leaders in different districts. Sadly, the poor girl has no mother. Her mother died during childbirth, and she’s the only female heir of the Dong family.”
“She’s been hiding from them for a few months now because she wants to live a normal life. But, she knows her brothers will soon find her.”
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“The freak is back!” you entered the classroom.
“Hey, freak, what’s the eye patch for? You wanna become a pirate?” they teased as you walked to your seat. It was vandalized with all sorts of curses.
“Come on, freak, take the eye patch off!” the girls nudged you. Some of them reached for your face, but you dodged them. One of Shu’s henchmen forcefully grabbed you and the girls took your eyepatch off.
You could hear gasps.
“W-Who are you?”
“She’s beautiful.”
“Beautiful? You boys are blind.” Shu’s girlfriend grabbed your face and turned your face to face her. “What’s so beautiful about an odd-eyed.. monster?” she doubted her eyes for a moment and raised her hand to slap you.
There were three knocks on the door and someone entered. You recognized the man in the grey suit and struggled against their hold.
“Boss!” Shu ran up to him. “Look, the school freak turned out to be a beauty!” he pointed at you.
The man in the gray suit slapped him.
“Let go of her, or I’ll have my men cut your arms off.” the people around you released you and took a step back. You were about to run for the door, but one of his bodyguards stopped you.
“Y/N.” he took off his glasses. You sighed and turned to face him.
“He’s so handsome! How does he know the freak?” you could hear the whispers.
“Brother..” your head hung low as he walked toward you.
“BROTHER!?” Shu knelt suddenly.
“B-Boss, I didn’t know she was your sister! If I had known, I-”
“You bullied my sister, called her a freak, and dared to talk to me in that manner?” your brother turned to the boy.
“Someone like you, should die.” his glare sent a chill down Shu’s spine and the boy almost wet his pants.
“Wait! Brother, he doesn’t deserve to die, he-”
“You should know the rule, Y/N. Anyone who insults one of us, insults all of us. These insects deserve death.”
“I.. I know, but isn’t there a.. lighter punishment?” you tried to negotiate with the blue-eyed gangster.
“The only thing I can think of right now is to lock him up in the torture cell. Since you were gone for three months, he would be tortured for thirty months.”
“Thirty months?” the boy was shaking.
You looked up at your brother, and he sighed, knowing that you wanted to give the boy a lighter punishment.
“Fine.. I’ll just cut three of his fingers off.”
“Good.” you nodded. Everyone else looked at you in surprise, their gaping mouths wider than before. G-good? Three fingers is considered a light punishment?
“I let you off easy this time because of my kind sister. You’re lucky I was the one who appeared today, and not my other brothers. If they did, you would’ve died immediately, and..” as your brother rambled on and on, you signaled to the men to carry out the boy’s punishment. His screams were like music to your ears after all you had been through. He deserved a harsher punishment, but you felt pity for the clueless boy.
You took the three fingers and walked up to his girlfriend.
“A present for you..” you placed it in her hands and walked to his two best friends. “A present for you, and for you.” you had a straight face on as you gave them his three fingers.
“She’s not a freak, she’s a psycho.” someone whispered as you walked past.
Your brother glanced at the girl who had whispered and in a matter of seconds, someone had a knife aimed at her throat. You caught the knife with your hand, but he was quick to retreat and left a small scrape on your palm.
“Y/N!” your brother gasped and the guy who had held the knife was killed immediately. Everyone screamed as blood pooled on the classroom floor. You sighed and pushed your brother out.
“We’re done here.” as you walked out, you saw Jaehyun standing outside the classroom.
“Were you the one who called my brother?” he nodded, “Thank you. I’ll return the clothes to you soon.” You smiled and walked off with a panicked brother worrying over the small cut in your palm. When you were gone, Jaehyun finally started breathing. Your presence was strong. How had you managed to hide it behind a pair of contact lens and makeup for three whole months?
He felt his heart beating faster, and an image of your smiley face reappeared in his mind. She thanked me.. He blushed and his palm was placed above his heart, trying to calm it down.
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“Miss Y/N?” you were running through the mansion and bumped into the butler.
“Where’s Father?” you asked, then ran in the direction of the study.
“Father! I don’t want to live high school! I found him! He.. Jung..” you struggled to catch your breath..
“Calm down..” he chuckled, “I know, that boy was the same boy who saved you 7 years ago.” he smiled.
“I know it’s a bit much to ask for, but can I please..”
“Go ahead, do whatever you want, I won’t stop you. But on one condition..” his face turned serious.
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“Your clothes.” you stood in front of the school gates, waiting for Jaehyun the next day.
“You’re back?” you nodded excitedly with a bright smile on your face.
“Father said I could continue attending, but I must have a bodyguard with me at all times, and he heard that you have black belt in Taekwondo, so.. please take good care of me!” you bowed.
“Ah.. you don’t need to do that!” Jaehyun held your shoulders, then flinched and stepped back. I touched the princess! Are my hands going to be cut off!?
You stood up suddenly, and shook your head.
“Don’t worry, you have permission to touch me. Father said that if necessary, he allows up to a certain level of skinsh-“ Jaehyun suddenly grew more aware of the amount of people passing by and covered your mouth.
“O-Okay, I get it.. Let’s just quickly get to class..” you had a wide smile on your face as you entered the school.
Pairing: King Lucas Wong x reader
Word count: 1.3k
Was it out of pity? Or did the cold-hearted King of War actually fall for you?
PRINCE / ROYALTY AU
You took careful steps, following the prince into The Circle. A ballroom only the Elites of the empire could enter. Only Nobles, Knights, the members of the Royal Family and their attendants were allowed to step foot in such place.
If not for your title as the seventh prince’s wife-to-be, you wouldn’t be able to be here. However, this was the last place you wanted to be at. A ball with Elites who would only mock and degrade you. What you wore didn’t matter, but who you came with was the topic of discussion for many of them.
Prince Leon. Correction, Prince-to-be. In the empire, the members of the royal family were only given the title of Prince once they were married. However, Leon has not achieved his prince title since the emperor, his grandfather, had not approved of the wedding yet.
Your marriage was one-sided, and you had been elated when you heard that you would marry him. However, that was before you moved in to his palace. The harsh treatments he gave you came straight out of a nightmare. You didn’t do anything to deserve a beating, but his twisted and corrupt mind saw that you were unfit to be his wife, so he would use you to get the title of Prince, and figure out what to do with you later.
“The emperor, he’s here.” Leon grabbed your wrist. He practically dragged you across the ballroom, but before he could reach the emperor, the emperor had left with some court officials to discuss an emergency political affair.
He let go of your wrist. “If not for you taking your own sweet time to walk, we would’ve been able to reach Grandfather!” he yelled at you, and stormed off in a fit of anger. You could only stand there awkwardly, all alone as your fiance left, and everyone gave you looks.
“Pathetic, pitiful, worthless.” you could hear the whispers, and felt their gazes boring into the back of your head.
You limped out into the garden and sat on a chair. The cold crisp air helped you clear your mind as you pulled the painful high heels off. Leaves rustled as someone approached you. You flinched and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
“Y-Your Highness..” you stood up immediately, and your bare feet touched the freezing cold floor, but you could do nothing as you trembled in the presence of the King of War. Although unmarried, Lucas had already received the title of King for all the deeds he’d done in the name of the empire. If you married Leon, he would’ve been your uncle.
His gaze sent a shiver down your spine, and you tried your best not to make it obvious that you were already shivering. It was your choice to wear revealing clothes, hoping you would gain Leon’s attention, but his hatred for you ran so deep he didn’t even glance at you, except when he yelled at you.
You felt him drape a heavy, warm coat across your bare shoulders and looked up to see the young King. Although his face bore no expression, you could feel the sincerity and warmth radiating off him.
“Sit.” his deep voice was not as stern or commanding as you had expected it to be. He was much more gentle than Leon. You did as he told and sat on he bench. He knelt in front of you and his gloved hands gently held your feet.
“Blisters. I can’t really help much with this, but I can help you with another thing..” he gently placed your feet down.
“What?” What is he talking about? What other thing?
“I saw you and Leon.” Ah.. that other thing.. “I know how he treats you.” you shook your head.
“Ah, that’s beca-”
“Don’t try to make up excuses for the spoiled brat. My brother did a poor job in raising him.” you couldn’t help but nod, before you realized that he was speaking about your fiance.
“I, that’s not wha-”
“Marry me.” he interrupted you again.
“M-marry?”
“I won’t force you to do anything, you’ll only be my wife in name, and live a life of luxury, no one will touch you, or harm you." You opened your mouth to speak, when he suddenly pulled you away. He carried you in his arms as if you were a child, with one arm supporting you against his firm, toned body. His other hand was clamped tightly over your mouth as you stood in the shadows, watching the couple.
That golden hair.. Leon?
“Your Highness, aren’t you worried your fiancee will see us?”
“What fiancee? Ah, you mean that small, ugly girl.. I brought her only because my father forced me to. Why don’t you marry me instead, sweetheart? I could give you the world.” You watched as they flirted out in the open, not afraid of anyone who could pass by and expose them.
Lucas noticed that you were shaking in his arms and hugged you tighter, before quietly bringing you away from the garden.
You sat on the sofa, your mind replaying the scene from the garden. He didn't even hesitate to say that he was just using you. Your heart hurt, why did he have to be so cruel?
“So? Do you agree to be my wife?” he had a hand outstretched to you, waiting for your answer.
“I.. yes.” you nodded and he pulled you into his arms. He lifted you off the sofa and carried you out.
“I.. I can walk, Your Hi-”
“ Don’t ever call me that again. Call me Lucas, Xuxi or Yukhei.” you nodded and he continued walking towards a room.
Leon’s father was inside, and so were some of the court officials.
“Ah, Lucas. Just in time. Oh, who do we have here?” The emperor spoke in a friendly tone with his son.
“I want to marry her.” He was straight to the point, and didn’t bother beating around the bush. Everyone in the room knew that if the King of War wanted something, how he gets it doesn’t matter. It will be his in the end.
“That’s my son’s-” Leon’s father pointed at you.
“Since you want to marry her, then go ahead.” Lucas stood there, waiting for the emperor.
“Ah, right. I have to formally approve of it. Send the documentation to the royal palace tomorrow. We’ll make do with a formal announcement today, I have something to discuss with you.” he walked out and Lucas followed behind. You stood on the balcony, overlooking everyone and Lucas carefully placed you on the ground and stood behind you, protecting you from behind.
“Attention all, as of today, my son, Lucas Wong, has taken..”
‘I’m sorry, what was your name again, child?’ he whispered.
“Y/N.”
“Y/N as his wife, and they shall be wed in a month’s time. Does anyone object?”
Which fool would object both the emperor and the king of war at the same time?
You looked down as Leon’s face turned red with rage. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t fight both his uncle and grandfather, and wouldn’t bother, for something as worthless as you. But, you had betrayed him. And he was still a half-prince. He would get his revenge someday.
The emperor walked back into the room, with Lucas following behind him. You stood at the balcony, watching as they walked. Lucas turned to you and held his hand out, waiting for you to walk into his arms, and you did.
The whole night, you sat in Lucas’s lap while the emperor discussed plans to suppress the rebels from the south. As you fell asleep, the emperor caught Lucas smiling at your calm face.
“I see you’ve grown fond of her..” Lucas simply nodded.
“It’s only been a few hours since I first saw her, how did she manage to make me fall so deep for her?”
“That’s what you call love at first sight, son. Of course, you wouldn’t know that since you have a heart made of stone.” he mumbled, then glanced at Lucas who was captivated by you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you and silently swore to protect you with his life.
"I can’t.." you clamped your mouth shut, your eyes widened.
"You're not mute?" he asked, clearly excited that he could talk to you. You shook your head and looked around before pulling him into the empty corridor.
It’s been too long since you last used your voice, something you’ve locked away when you were young. Instead of using it, you took out a piece of paper, knowing the boy didn't know how to communicate through sign language.
Please, keep this secret for me?
"Why? Your voice is.. beautiful."
No, it’s n
"I'm sure you don't think it is, and you probably made the choice to keep silent because of a personal reason, but.. Would you mind if.. you, I mean, we.. spoke like normal?" he asked, looking into your eyes, silently hoping you would agree.
You hesitated for awhile before nodding. The smile on his face spread from ear to ear, you couldn't resist the urge to smile as well. It suddenly became awkward, as he continued staring at you.
"Beautiful." he uttered, and his ears turned red when he realized that he had been staring at you for too long, getting lost in your beauty.
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"So, what's your favorite food?" he asked, and you shrugged.
"D-Don't have one." It still felt weird for you to be speaking, so your sentences were usually very short, or you would use sign language out of habit.
"Aww, come on." he whined and pouted, making you burst into laughter at how silly he was being. Your house was usually quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were usually your footsteps, the dishwasher, or the washing machine. Before finding out that you were 'mute', the neighbors used to fear going anywhere near your house, thinking that it was haunted. But tonight, the house was filled with laughter and both your voices as you both poured your hearts out in front of one another.
"Can I ask you something?" you nodded, waiting for his question.
"Why did you choose to be mute?" he asked, then realized that it must've been a sensitive topic for you, "I-I mean, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, I was just curious, and..."
"My parents. They passed away when I was younger. Many people had been trying to talk me into getting my inheritance from me to invest, to donate, and to use it for their own selfish desires. I pretended that I couldn't speak, and my father's trusted secretary has been taking care of things for me, according to his will. He handles the company and all my finances on my behalf, as long as I promised not to let my father's hard work go to waste by giving my inheritance away." he nodded, thinking deeply.
"Since then, it's become a habit for me to not say a word wherever I go, because my thoughts aren't really needed anyway."
"They are." You looked up at Chenle.
"Your thoughts, every expression I get from you, or reaction, every word you say, I cherish it, Y/N." he smiled sweetly, "I-I mean, we. We, the teachers, our classmates, and I. We cherish you." he suddenly got shy again, and you giggled.
"I always found it difficult to express myself, since I didn't use my voice." Chenle was staring again, and Cloudy jumped up at him, clawing at his face.
"MEOW!!" you pulled the white cat away, and she nestled in your arms, purring as you stroked her soft fur.
"What about you? What's the rich young billionaire's secret story? I've told you mine, I feel that you should share your secrets too."
Chenle took in a deep breath, " Since I was young, I was always told that I should be myself, I was free to do whatever I wanted, because my parents were always supporting me, but I feel pressured. Even if they tell me I can do anything, I don't know what I should be doing. I don't know what to do because I can do anything and everything whenever I want to.
"Ah. Is that why you and Yuxi always go around causing trouble every time?' you teased him and he chuckled.
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"Oh? What's this? How to confess to a girl you like. Oh~ Chenle~" Yuxi appeared out of nowhere and teased the 16-year-old who was reading an article online.
"Shh!!"
"Who's the girl? Who? Who? Who?"
"Just.. someone.” Yuxi gave a creepy smile, the same one he usually did when he was when he was about to extract Chenle’s dolphin-like screams laughter, “Okay fine. It's Y/N. She's just.. so cute, and so perfect, beautiful. And have you heard her.."
"Heard her?" Yuxi raised an eyebrow.
"Her playlist? It's just so cool, something you wouldn't expect a very quiet girl to listen to." he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Ah.. You're in love." he gave a different look. This guy was a master of faces for every different expression and action. He didn’t even need to talk to get his point across or express what he thought.
"Yes, and how do I tell her that?"
"I don't think she would want something huge and complicated, just something direct would do, something.. romantic." Shiyun appeared out of nowhere.
"Yes, but how?"
"Flowers, A card? A gift, or.. You said she's mute, right? And you've only been communicating with her through paper and pencil? Why not try to learn sign language, and confess to her through sign language? She'll feel touched."
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"How do I say 'I like you' again?" Chenle was nervous as he walked through the school gates with Shiyun and Yuxi by his side.
Shiyun sighed. He had been studying the same two sentences over and over again, for the past week, and he could still forget.
"It's this" the boy signed, and he copied.
"Ah, ok."
"Ding dong!" he appeared in front of your classroom after school with a bouquet of flowers. Everyone had already left, and you were the only one in class.
"Surprise!" he entered and stood sat in front of you, waiting.. You looked up at him.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" you watched as he placed the bouquet down and struggled with signing.
"Y/N. I like you. Will you be my.. girl.. friend?" your eyes widened at his sudden confession.
"I'm sorry, Chenle." he looked confused.
"I can't.. I wanted to tell you that I'm leaving for Korea tomorrow. I have some... urgent matters to attend to there."
"I.. We could do long distance? We have the internet, and.."
"I.. I can't." you apologized profusely, hoping he would understand. He looked sad, but he still smiled.
"It's okay."
---
“Do you know her?” Jaemin asked when he and Chenle walked past you in the corridor. You hadn’t noticed him, but he noticed you. From the way you smiled, the scent of your shampoo, and the way you laughed with an eye smile. It seemed like it was just yesterday when you two laughed in the living room of your apartment.
“Childhood sweetheart?” he teased. Although his heart sank, he kept a smile on his face and laughed.
“Aniyo, hyung. She just looked familiar, that’s all.” he laughed nervously.
Pairing: CEO Nakamoto Yuta x reader
Word count: 1.1k
Synopsis: You’re the only one he treats differently, and the only one he loves. Who are you?
MAFIA BOSS AU
“I-I..” you didn’t know what to do or what to say when they all crowded around you, staring you down.
“No, I didn’t kill him, I didn’t.” you muttered. You were on the floor, your fingers sinking into the carpeted floor as you looked up at your step sister.
“You did!” she raised her hand to slap you when a commotion could be heard. Someone entered the ballroom and seemed to be walking in your direction.
“M-Mr Nakamoto..” she backed off, scared. He looked down at you as you sat on the carpeted floor, red wine spilled on your white dress. His vision turned red with rage and if not for the fact that you were sitting in front of him, he would’ve killed everyone in the room, regardless of who they were.
“Sweetheart? Why didn’t you tell me you were going to attend this party? We could’ve come together.” he bent down and spoke with a gentle tone and you looked up into his eyes.
“I..” tears brimmed in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around your husband. The crowd murmured and were whispering to each other.
“Mr Nakamoto usually hates when people touch him.”
“No, he hates it more when people touch his things. And there’s no doubt that girl is his.” you heard whispers and were about to pull away from Yuta when his arms wrapped around you and picked you up in his arms.
“It’s okay, I’m here now. No one will hurt you.” he whispered in your ear. He signaled to his secretary to catch the girl who had hurt you as she sneaked away.
Meanwhile, you were brought to a private room to calm down. You were still sobbing as you sat in his lap.
“Shh..” he held you close to him, and hugged you, but his eyes were cold as he glared at your stepsister. He looked at you with eyes dripping with honey as he handed you a glass of warm water.
“Feel better?” you nodded.
“Hime, bring her to get changed into a new dress.” you stood up and followed his secretary.
“I’ll be waiting for you right here, sweetheart.” you nodded. When you left, he loosened his tie and leaned forward on the couch, his piercing brown eyes staring straight through the girl.
“What do you think, Sahi, should I.. kill her?” the young boy who sat in the sofa beside him smirked.
“Kill?” he threw a wine glass onto the floor and picked up a glass shard, tracing his finger along the edge as he licked his lips.
“Won’t it be better if you did something to her face? Make her suffer pain worse than death. After all, a face is a woman’s most treasured asset, so they say.” he grinned innocently, but the look in his eyes gave the skilled assassin away.
Yuta gestured for him to do whatever he wanted to her face. Her screams resonated and echoed in the small room, but the room you were in was soundproof, so you didn’t know what was happening on the other side of the door.
“She fainted right before the fun started.” Asahi pouted and Yuta pat his shoulder.
“I’ll bring you more of those pathetic things for you to have fun with.” a wicked grin crept on the boy’s face.
“How do I look?” you entered the room just as they brought your sister out.
“Beautiful, like a white rose.” you grinned from ear to ear when you noticed the red liquid on the marble tiles in the corner where your stepsister sat right before you left the room.
“Ah, get someone to clean the spilled wine up.” he told Hime. You left the room hand in hand and where you walked, everyone made a path for you and stayed a meter away, just in case. The look in their eyes didn’t change, though. You could tell they were now gossiping about you and Yuta and what your relationship with him could possibly be.
“Ah, Mr. Nakamoto!” The host of the party welcomed him with a handshake.
“And who might this beautiful young lady be?”
“My wife, Y/N.”
“Mrs. Nakamoto.” he bowed respectfully, too scared to extend a hand out for you to shake. If he did, he would probably lose his hand. Yuta rejected every offer to discuss business during the party, and stayed by your side throughout.
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“What did you do to my stepsister?” you had gone home early, since you were tired. You now stood in your room, facing Yuta as he took his suit off.
“I didn’t do anything. I left her punishment up to Asahi. If you want, I can call him and ask him what he did to her.” you shook your head.
“T-Thank you.” you avoided his eyes and he stepped towards you.
“That’s all? I saved you from the crowd, I helped you with your dress, I stayed with you throughout the entire party and all I get is a thank you?” he leaned closer to you, teasing you as you leaned back awkwardly.
“T-Then what do you want?” he stood up straight and tapped his cheek twice, asking for a kiss. You tiptoed, but lost your balance and landed on top of him on the bed.
“Oh, you’re taking initiative now?” he raised an eyebrow. You tried to get up, but his arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly. With one swift move, he turned you around and he was now on top of you, looking deep into your eyes and trapping you against the bed with his body.
“Y-Yuta..” you stammered, your cheeks were flushed and you avoided his eyes. He suddenly laughed and rolled off you onto the bed.
“I’m just joking, sweetheart. I know you’ve had a long day. Go take a shower and get some rest.” he stood up and walked towards the door.
“I.. I’m pregnant.” you blurted out suddenly and he stopped in his tracks.
“Pregnant? You’re pregnant?” it was your turn to laugh at his reaction.
“Just joking.” you were dying of laughter as you leaned back and rolled on the bed. Yuta’s expression changed.
“You lied that you were pregnant and laughed at me, babygirl?” his voice turned deep and you squeaked in shock when he trapped you with his body again.
“Then I’ll really make you pregnant.” he kissed up your jaw and his hands ran all over your body, touching you everywhere, not missing a single spot.
Pairing: CEO Kim Jungwoo x heiress reader
Word count: 1.3k
A god? A prince? Who is this mysterious young man who stole the quiet princess’ heart?
RICH CEO AU
part I
As he watched his hyung carry his wife out, the young billionaire CEO felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned to see no one, until his brown eyes met yours. Your eyes seemed to sparkle as you stared at the god-like being standing a few feet away from you. You looked at him like a child would when they saw a delicious piece of candy.
When you realized he had found you staring at him, you averted your gaze immediately and scurried off in search of a drink, or anything to distract you. You stood alone in the corner of the room, people-watching, silently observing the country's elites at the annual charity ball your parents had organised. None of them seemed to notice you and you were undisturbed by the many suitors who were distracted by the beauties your parents hired so you could take your mind off them and enjoy the night.
"May I join you?" a deep voice broke the silence and you jumped in shock at his sudden appearance. You turned to see the same deep brown eyes you had admired from just minutes ago.
You gave a polite smile and nodded, and he stood beside you. Both of you stood in awkward silence for a while, before he started talking. The evening passed quickly, since you were deeply interested in the conversation about the entertainment industry, an industry your parent's company has yet to venture into.
“Zeus? That’s your name?”
“It’s what some people call me,” he shrugged and you giggled. He does look like he could be a greek god, but to be compared to Zeus, the god of all gods..
"I assume you have found your partner for the first dance?" you turned in the direction of your father's voice which interrupted your train of thoughts
"Dad.." you looked back at Zeus.
"You can't possibly want to continue that tradition.." You pleaded with your eyes, hoping he wouldn’t make you embarrass yourself. You weren’t a bad dancer, but when it came to dancing or doing anything in the presence of dozens of people, you got nervous and made many mistakes.
"We do it every year, sweetheart. And it's time for us to pass on the tradition to you." you looked at Zeus with uncertainty in your eyes. You thought he would refuse, but instead, he thanked your father for giving him an opportunity to dance with a beautiful swan.
"Swan?" you asked while you stepped toward the dance floor, hand in hand.
"They're graceful." you took a step back and music was played. His hand went toward your waist, his hold on you was firm.
"They bite. We had one when I was younger., but he tried to bite me, so.." he twirled you around.
"What did you do to the poor swan after it tried to bite you?"
"I turned him into a pillow." you replied sarcastically and he chuckled. As you danced, his presence made you feel less nervous, and the way his eyes stared into yours, it made you feel like you were dancing on top of clouds, and the ballroom seemed to melt away. When the music ended, you walked back to the same spot you stood at earlier.
The ball came to an end, and you parted with your prince. As you retreated to your room, you couldn’t help but remember the look in his eyes when he stared at you. The way his soft gaze seemed to draw you in, and every single word uttered by his luscious plump pink lips was like music to your ears. Everything about him, you.. loved. Was this what love felt like? Your heart seemed to soar with every thought of him, and his eyes, his face, it had all been imprinted at the back of your mind.
However, the young man was soon forgotten, since you were thrown into the harsh life of an elite the next day.
“Dad, I don’t even know him. You can’t get me married to him just like that!”
“I’m sorry, princess. But I have to do this. It’s for the sake of your future.” with that, he dismissed you from his office, and you ran back to your room. To be wed to some guy you barely even knew.. Over the next few months, it was as if a grey cloud loomed over the mansion. No one was excited for your wedding because the reputation of the young man who you were to be wedded to was the worst. A playboy, they called him. Someone who got into relationships with women and dropped them whenever he wanted to. Women were like toys in the eyes of men like him. But, there were rumors that he had changed, and to prove that, his parents arranged a wedding with you.
On the night before your wedding, you were crying and many maids were trying their best to console you as you sobbed into their arms.
“Oh, my dear sweet princess.” your mother walked in and tears could be seen welling up in her eyes. She didn’t agree to the wedding either, but she had no choice.
The next day, as you stood in front of the double doors with your arm looped through your father’s, you could hear a commotion on the other side. The doors opened, and the groom ran out hand in hand with another young maiden.
“I.. What is the meaning of this?” you turned to your father who seemed confused, and angry. He walked in and the doors were closed again as he spoke with the groom’s father. He soon came out a few seconds later, and you walked in. Didn’t the groom just run out? You looked up at the altar and saw a young man standing there. Who is he then?
“It’s a wedding between the Kims and the Choos, but the groom just ran out, so his brother is taking his place and getting married today.” someone whispered.
You said your vows, and exchanged the rings, never looking up at your soon-to-be-husband’s face..
“You may now kiss the bride.” he lifted your veil, and you looked up to be met with a beautiful pair of brown eyes.
“Z-” his soft lips met yours, and you melted into the kiss, into his arms. When you parted, you smiled up at him. That night, as you entered the hotel room, after the party, you were admiring him the entire time.
“You look like you have something to ask me? What is it, sweetheart?” He had you sit down on the bed as he helped you remove your shoes.
“D-Did you know?”
“Hmm?” he hummed in response.
“Did you know it was me? That I was your brother’s bride?” he shook his head and your heart sank.
“So, if I wasn’t the one you were getting married to, you would’ve just married, and kissed whoever was standing in front of you?” your voice was shaky. He chuckled and looked up at you.
“I knew my brother was getting married to you. So, I brought the girl he really loved, and told him to run away with her, and I would marry you." His right hand cupped your cheek.
“Don’t lie to me,” you said with a pout and he chuckled.
“I’m not.” he sat beside you and turned to face you, “I love you, Y/N. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and our children.”
“W-What children? Whose children?”
“Ours.” There was a glint in his eyes and a mischievous smirk on his face as he leaned in closer to you and planted his lips on yours.
“J-Jungwoo, I’m scared..”
“Shh, it’s okay. I promise you, it won’t hurt.” he whispered into your ear.
