- Johnny said that he wants a big family of 4 children!
-We all know that johnny has a weakness for cute things, so just the idea of you being pregnant with his babies would make him melt and turn into the biggest softy!
-He'll be thrilled to have mini johnnys running around the house.
- HE LOVES to clown around, Dad jokes, and they even plan on playing pranks on mommy together.
- Johnny is great at playing with his children.
-Ever since his babies learned how to walk, they're gonna be clinging into Johnny's leg, following johnny wherever he goes.
-Johnny almost cried when he had to leave them for the first time for a world tour, but he made sure to always video call to check on his family.
-He's gonna attend every single sport festivals to cheer on his children and will probably be screaming his lugs out.
-He tries to make time for them because he's always busy.
-He'd be very passionate, and responsible he knows what's the best for them.
-encourages them to be themselves and to speak for themselves.
-Hugs and cuddles with them alot .
-he’ll always give his children the freedom and space they need.
-Johnny's the best teacher and listener and he's the best at giving advices.
-He's very strict when it comes discipline and isn't afraid to step up when necessary he wants his kids to be well-mannered .
-His little demons "angels" are exprienced and know better than to make their dad upset or angry, because of one time he accidentally snapped and scared one of them off for Spilling paint all over the walls like?? he's a 6'1 feet tall man who wouldn't be scared?
-Remember he was chosen as the scariest member in nct!
-Overall , I think that johnny is gonna be the best dad out of them.
"Hey son! Why did the kid throw a stick of butter out the window?"
"Daddy please this better not be another dad joke!"
a/n: i know it's not winter yet, but i'm cold >:( enjoy!
"I'm cold."
Silence.
"I'm cold!"
You raised your voice slightly, despite knowing it carried clearly into the studio from where you were bundled on the couch.
You sighed.
"I'm cold..."
Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the couch, and you squealed involuntarily. "Stop, I- argh!"
You were thrown across your boyfriend's shoulder as he walked towards the front door. "Wha- what are you- mph!- doing?"
The world righted itself, and you saw that you had been placed down outside your house.
In the cold.
Still clinging to your blanket.
"Johnny?" You asked, uncertainly. Surely he hadn't just left you out in the cold...right? "Johnny! JOHNNY! I'M COLD!!!!"
"Why are you shouting? I'm right behind you." You whirled around to see Johnny towering in front of you. You slapped him hard across his chest.
"Ouch! What was that for?" He yelped.
"You- you scared me! And now I'm even more cold..." You pouted, but he just chuckled. He turned around and began to walk towards the car.
"Where are you going?" You yelled at him, clutching your blanket closer to your hunched shoulders.
"Ice cream!" Came his muffled reply as he shut the car door. "You coming or not?"
"I'M TOO COLD!" You turned on your heel and walked towards the door. You heard the car starting behind you, but you ignored it. You reached for the door handle, and pushed.
It was locked.
"You can stay out in the yard if you want to!" Johnny yelled at you, a smirk on his face.
"Johnny, I'll-" You fumed, running towards the car, trying not to trip on the trailing edges of the blanket.
It’s a quick stop on a road trip and you find your boyfriend inspiring.
rating: e
wc: ~1K
warnings/tags: suggestive, oral (m receiving), cowboy hat emporium
a/n: heads.
Your boyfriend dragged you into the boot store for fun. It was supposed to be fun, trying on the hats and glasses and boots, modelling for each other in front of the long mirrors and then maybe leaving with a souvenir or two. You’re on the tail end of a road trip, one hotel stay away from home, and you’re kind of looking forward to being done. But when he saw the cowboy hats in the window and turned to you with bright eyes, you couldn’t say no.
“How’s this one?” he asks, posing for you in a big blue number, his lips pursed. You’re taking a picture before he’s even finished asking the question. His hair, a little long at the sides now, ruffles when he pulls the hat off, half of it lifting by static. You laugh and comb it down with your fingers, and he leans into you like a cat, pressing a quick kiss to the inside of your wrist when you pull your hands away.
“I think this is the one,” you say, and he smiles at you, eyes going soft and dewy for a moment.
“I think so,” he says, and you have to look away before you do something embarrassing.
He puts the hat back, so you think you must be wrapping up. But you shouldn’t have– he spots the rack of miscellaneous cowboy attire next to the curtained-off area that serves as a fitting room. Right on cue, he turns wide, round eyes on you.
“Johnny,” you start, conscious of the time, but he’s already grinning, eyes turning to warm crescents, and you are so, so weak. “One outfit please.”
“And thank you,” he says, pressing a peck to the side of your head and scrambling away before you can tell him off for getting too close to your hair.
You walk around for a little while. You already picked your hat– a nice wide desert rose colored western– and it’s fun, for a little while, trying out sunglasses and making faces at yourself in the skinny little mirror. But it’s more boring without Johnny, so you head to the changing room.
You slip in behind the curtain while his back is to you, adjusting his look in the mirror, and you have to freeze. His shirt is open, the bandana he’s tying a perfect arrow down your favorite route to take. You swallow, mouth dry.
And he doesn’t notice, too busy smiling at the clothes.
Johnny is the dad that is lazy 364 days a year because Christmas day is the only day he has a lot of energy.
During the Christmas season, Johnny would be helpful but wouldn’t really initiate any holiday festivities.
He would go to your daughter’s choral recital and that would spark a little bit of the Christmas spirit in him.
All of his shopping would be done 100% online. He always asked your daughter for a comprehensive list and would spoil her by getting her everything on it which you always got mad at him for as some of the gifts were rather expensive and left a little less for gifts for your friends.
Johnny would relax while you and your daughter decorated the tree and would tell you where you should put everything. When you asked him why he didn’t help he would say “he worked all day.” At some point he would slip out of the room and moments later you would smell the wonderful aroma of pot roast.
When all the decorating was done he would walk out of the kitchen proud of his home cooked meal that he wanted to surprise you with that night.
Johnny would order all of the Christmas gifts wrapped, but would help you wrap a few of the ones you had bought in the store.
He would also host the annual Christmas party with his coworkers from Neo Culture Technology Corporation. The ones he liked anyway. Never his boss Mr. Lee who no one liked for his treatment of company employees. Especially the women.
Everyone invited to the NCT party would ditch Mr. Lee’s company party or leave early to come to Johnny’s which was always fun and kid friendly.
Christmas eve would be spent frantically cleaning the house after the holiday party from the night before and cooking a grand feast. I don’t know why, but I just see Johnny as being the type of person that has his big Christmas feast on Christmas eve instead of Christmas day.
Just a piece of advice!! This fanfic probably won't make any sense unless you've seen the 1999 movie, Fight Club written by David Fincher. This revolves around the storyline for said movie and previous knowledge of it needs to be present for it to make sense! In that case, read on! :) 💜💜
⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of gore, mentions of nsfw, talk of weapons and violence as well as drugs⚠️
People were always asking me, did I know Johnny Seo?
"We won't really die, we'll be immortal."
"You're thinking of vampires."
"oh-...ra..aH-...oo"
With a gun barrel between your teeth, you only speak in vowels.
With my tongue, I can feel the silencer holes drilled into the barrel of the gun. Most of the noise a gunshot makes is expanding gases. I totally forgot about Johnny's whole murder-suicide thing for a second and I wondered how clean the gun barrel was.
Johnny checked his watch. "Three minutes."
The building we're standing in won't be here in three minutes. You take a 98-percent concentration of fuming nitric acid and add three times as much sulfuric in a bathtub full of ice. Then, glycerin drop-by-drop. I know this because Johnny knows this.
The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of this building with blasting gelatin. The primary charge will blow the base charge, and this spot Johnny and I are standing on will be a point in the sky.
"This is our world now. Two minutes."
Two minutes to go and I'm wondering how I got here.
...
Part One:
"I want you to hit me." Johnny said, fixing his posture and squaring up to Yuta trying to get a better position for a fight. They were outside of Joon's on a cold night after Yuta lost his apartment and his job. Both of which exploded in his face. His apartment a bit too literally. He wondered if any of his Ikea furniture survived the blast.
"I- What?" Yuta was confused now. First, Johnny had stolen a bunch of ketchup packets from the inside of the restaurant, stuffed them in his pockets, and walked out with a cigarette dangling between his teeth. Now, he was asking Yuta to knee him in the gut or swat him on the nose.
"You heard me. I know you want to."
Truth is, Yuta did want to hit him. And to be fair, Johnny deserved it. I mean, the guy blew up his apartment with homemade dynamite for Christ's sake.
Yuta reeled his arm back and hit Johnny the best he could. Johnny looked taken aback as he stumbled to regain his footing. Through a bloody nose and determined eyes he replied, "My turn."
And thus, Fight Club commenced.
...
"The rules of Fight Club are as follows:
One, you do not talk about Fight Club.
Two, you DO NOT talk about Fight Club.
Three, someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.
Four, only two guys to a fight.
Five, one fight at a time.
Six, no shirts, no shoes.
Seven, fights will go on for as long as they have to.
Eight, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight."
Johnny walked around the circle of men who had gathered before him as he explained the rules of the club; a club which was held in Joon's basement- a restaurant with very few customers. Originally, Fight Club had been something between Johnny and Yuta, something small that would pass the time when they wanted to relieve some stress. It was merely playtime for the two and now it had branched into what it was today.
Yuta continued wrapping his hands in gauze from his last fight. Taeil from one of his previous support groups best him nasty; blood dripping from the top of the Japanese boy's head as well as a giant cut along the underside of his wrist. It wasn't anything unusual, he had won of course, sending Taeil straight for the floor and knocking out a couple of his teeth. It wasn't the wound that stung, no. It was the jealousy that bubbled in his chest and made way for his throat. Fight Club was never supposed to be this. It should've been just him and Johnny.
"Man. I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose, or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war...our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rockstars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very very pissed off."
Johnny looked at each man once and then swiveled around and looked at them again. He held eye contact with each and every person so that his words were reaching them on every level possible. He wanted them to feel. To feel the pain of the unforgiving world and the passion for Fight Club. He wanted everyone to praise his words like the Bible and for them to go home later that night with a sense of enlightenment. He wanted Fight Club to be burned into the brains and the skin of these men.
But I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
Yuta barred his teeth from where he was sitting. Johnny had a way with words. Even if he was pissed from their earlier conversation with you in the house, he wasn't showing it. Johnny had stripped him of anger towards himself and provided him with anger towards the movement. Yuta was going to make the best of this club- watching humanity's downfall while he sat from his throne looking out towards everyone's anguish. That was where he belonged, Yuta thought. Not in some corporate office building fetching papers for his boss.
He thought back to his life before Johnny. How he would work his 5-9 job in some shitty little office building with shitty little people with shitty little egos. He remembered what a horrible insomniac he was, sleeping a total of one hour a night- if he was lucky. He remembered going to his support groups just to feel something. To cry on the shoulders of others who were going through unimaginable pain as he cried from his position of perfect health. It was all an effort to sleep at night until he realized that he was spending his days in pain and inflicting pain on others. And he was addicted to it.
You had walked into one of his regular support groups on a Saturday; one of the founders of said group griping about the fact he'd lost his balls to testicular cancer and sobbing up on the rickety podium. You had caught his eye that day- and not just because you were a woman walking into a support group for men with non-functional penises. It was because of the first words to come out of your mouth:
"This is cancer, right?"
You were his downfall. You ruined everything at first. Because you had shown up to his daily pain sessions, he was no longer the black sheep of the group- the only one who was healthy out of a room of dying people. Sure, you were dying, but that was because of the shitty drugs you put into your body and the cigarette that was always hanging out of your mouth. But Yuta realized that his feelings of hatred were actually ones of intense sexual desire.
He'd fucked you later that night anyways.
Or at least, he dreamt about it.
"Who's first?" Johnny asked to no one in particular, awaiting a response from one of the eager men around. This snapped Yuta out of his daze as he looked down at his hands. The gauze was wrapped too tight (probably a direct result of his previous thoughts) and the blood was seeping through the makeshift bandage. Oh well, at least he'd shown Taeil who's club it really was.
The first to agree on fighting was a scrawny looking boy with red and white hair. An odd color combination, but Yuta guessed it framed his face nicely. He had a bunch of piercings along his ear and a determined look on his face. A slight grin showed his confidence as the boy took his shirt off and loosened up his belt.
On the other side of the "ring," there was another boy that radiated an equal amount of confidence but looked a bit skeptical as his eyes landed on the others around the dank basement. He too, removed pieces of his clothing and slicked his blonde hair back from his face.
"Alright, first victims are Taeyong and Hendery. Knock yourselves out.....literally."
Johnny stepped away from them as they collided with one another, blood already dripping from the eyebrow piercing on Hendery's face and a crack coming from Taeyong's finger. Despite this, the boys looked more fiery than ever before as they tackled one another to the ground, ripping out each other's hair and punching each other wherever they could reach. A quick sharp kick to Hendery's groin left him falling to the ground where the other boy found his footing and beat him to a pulp. Not the first fight that ended up in two broken noses, but definitely the first fight to bring this many people together.
And with Taeyong's win, Yuta followed Johnny back home to the abandoned neighborhood they stayed in.
...
Again, it was another night of Yuta lying restless as he listened to your moans coming through the wall separating him and Johnny. Once you had met Johnny all it took was a promise of a new carton of cigarettes to go up to the bedroom with him. This wasn't anything new to Yuta (who did have a crush on you, he was just too afraid to admit it) who heard it every hour of every day; he wondered if you two ever grew bored of slamming the headboard against the wall.
Yuta figured the only thing he could really do in this situation was to go downstairs to the rotting kitchen and make himself a sandwich out of condiments stolen from Joon's and a couple leftover banana peppers from the night before. He pulled his robe over his shoulders and made his way down the decaying hardwood stairs of the mildewed house, making sure not to step on the soggiest part of the floor.
It was cold, but it felt nice after sweating in his blanket just a few minutes before. He opened the door to the fridge and found the pickles as well as the condiments, but his eyes stopped when he spotted some of Johnny's "lab equipment" which consisted of homemade explosives and torture mechanisms. Why they were in the fridge, Yuta didn't know, but he presumed Johnny had a reason. Just as long as he didn't find any Lye in his sandwich.
After making the shittiest thing Yuta had ever eaten in his life (which is saying a lot because he's accidentally eaten literal shit) he made his way upstairs, past the banister and the bathroom with the lonesome bathtub. He was just about to pass Johnny's room when he realized that it had been quiet. For a minute and a half.
Slowly, he opened the door and BANG Johnny walked straight into him wearing nothing but a robe.
"The fuck you doing man? Hey- is that the ketchup I stole from Joon's?"
"Ah shit! Uh I was just making a sandwich is all," he stammered out as he just about dropped the plate. He wasn't going to admit to Johnny that he was looking to see what had gone on with their sexcapade since he'd had a pleasant couple of seconds to himself for the first time since your and Johnny's introduction.
"Hey! I found the cigarettes."
You were high off your ass as you rolled around in Johnny's horribly stained bedsheets, waiting for whatever the holdup was at the door. "Y'all want some?"
"No thanks, Sylvia Plath."
...
Day two of Fight Club commenced in Joon's basement on a spectacularly cold Thursday, when Yuta was supposed to be at work. Instead, he was sitting on one of the empty barrels by the back of the room, watching everything happen before him. Fight Club wasn't just Fight Club anymore. This pain was all normal. It was expected. It wasn't anything different or new like the support groups Yuta had found solace in when he was an insomniac. He could feel the night of restlessness before him.
"Alright men, get your shit together. Today we have someone new joining our group. And, as the rules state, if it's your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight."
Johnny paced the circle of men, gripping onto the loops of his belt to make him look like more of the leader and less of a member. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a ponytail and his muscles were on full display; curtesy of his white slim-fit tee. Yuta would have to agree with you on one thing- Johnny was sexy as fuck. He was a confident bastard, but he understood why you liked someone like him. He was more than Yuta ever could be.
"On one side we have Jaehyun, an undefeated member of our group- not counting me of course."
This granted a couple of chuckles from the back as Yuta waited in anticipation for the newest member to be announced.
"Welcome, Xiaojun. Hope you find happiness getting your brains knocked out in a basement this small."
And standing before Yuta was Xiaojun, a former applicant of the testicular cancer support group, someone whom he had cried on as he wistfully remembered the days before meeting Johnny on a plane (That was a lot to cover into one fanfiction, but if you've seen the movie you'd know what I'm talking about). The days where pain wasn't measured by the amount of people feeling it, and instead was something to pass the time.
The blonde haired boy walked up to Jaehyun and smiled. It wasn't a 'Oh it's so nice to be here I can't wait to fight!' type smile. No, this smile was nothing more than pure malice.
Xiaojun was taking Jaehyun down. Yuta knew it for fact.
"Alright, have at it."
With Johnny's approval, Jaehyun launched for the boy, one arm balled into a fist and the other ready to strike a blow to the stomach. However, Xiaojun cut right across his ribcage and managed to dodge the blow, that shit-eating grin never once leaving his face.
"Ah fuck," Jaehyun clutched his chest as he doubled over in pain. Not allowing for the opponent to get too far though, he got back up on his feet and positioned himself so that he would be ready for another punch.
Jaehyun went in again, this time he was aiming lower to serve as an uppercut, payback for what the fast guy he went against did on his last move. He just about hit Xiaojun when Xiao ducked and rolled along the floor knocking Jaehyun from his position. Jaehyun was on the ground and was pinned there. Now all that was left was the final blow.
Yuta could hear one of the people in the circle mumble "fatality" in reference to Mortal Kombat as Xiaojun beat the shit out of this guy. Blood was going everywhere, nose was most definitely broken, his seemingly perfect face was now most definitely bruised. Hell, this guy would be lucky to even have a few teeth left from what Yuta could gather as he was positioned farther outside of the circle.
"Hey. HEY! RULE THREE BITCHASS!" Johnny's voice brought everyone back down to earth as they realized 'holy shit, Jaehyun is on his way out,' and they scrambled to help him off the floor. Knocked unconscious and bleeding from almost every orifice (except his ass), laid Jaehyun, once a fearless champion amongst the crowd now a bird with clipped wings.
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
Yuta caught a glimpse of Xiaojun, seemingly in perfect condition and a clam expression on his face. His eyes were the same though, the same as Johnny's. He was definitely a force to be reckoned with.
...
You couldn't say you were surprised in the least amount with Johnny's sudden outburst. All you had done was talk to him about his selfish ways; and he most definitely was being selfish- one minute he'd be sweet talking you and explaining how you mean the world to him, to changing every topic you brought up and acting like a cocky arrogant asshole. You figured it had something to do with his new "support group" and that Fight Club had left him bipolar. Even the nights you spent fucking him to no end had no resolve on his character and you were starting to grow annoyed with his sudden change of demeanor.
You rolled out of Johnny's bed and made way for the kitchen downstairs. At least most of the men were at Joon's, so your have the house to yourself and Johnny. That's how it usually was anyways. And that's when it hit you: the dress you'd bought a while ago was still upstairs! Maybe you could use it to sway Johnny into a better mood?
Running back to Johnny's room, you slipped on the semi-pink, alcohol stained wedding dress (or what was left of it) over your body frame and took a look in the mirror.
"Huh, not bad."
You had bought the dress because you liked it, of course, not because you originally had the intentions you do now. You didn't usually give a fuck when it came to the opinions of men, so why did his matter so much to you? You frizzled up your hair and rain your hands through the mess and popped an Adderall in your mouth. Hey, you needed something to get by for the day.
You found yourself downstairs, another cigarette in your mouth and a jacket around the exposed sections of your collarbone. Your feet still bare, you entered the dining room that was full of "Johnny's experiments" and you twirled a bit upon finding Johnny sitting in the chair by the table.
"Well," you said, "Do you like it?"
"What am I looking at?"
"The dress, idiot. Do you like the dress?"
He sat there in confusion for minute before he responded with a simple "It's okay."
Why does he always do this? You wondered. He would show you a sweet and loving side to him and then he'd act all coy and nonchalant as if nothing you said had any impact on him. Did he pretend to love you just to fuck you? Did he care about you just so he could have his way with you in bed?
"I got it for a dollar. Imagine- someone bought this dress with the intention that it would be worn on the most important day of their lives. And now, I'm wearing it as business casual."
He ignored you again, sipping on that blasted cup of coffee and looking through ads in the news. His hair was pushed back from his eyes and his brows were furrowed. He had no interest in anything you said.
{Johnny x Reader - <1k - You don’t feel well because of your period and Johnny notices }
"I don't want to watch anything right now!" You throw the remote you’re holding on the chair beside you and slump into the couch with your head down. You use the blanket you've been holding to cover your head.
"What's with you today? You've been so mean." Johnny slowly sits down beside you and starts rubbing your back.
I can't help it.
You say nothing and sit in silence while he thinks of something to make you feel better.
"Do you want to eat something?" he asks.
Yes please.
Nothing.
"Are you tired?"
Extremely
Still nothing.
He tries again. "Hmm okay what about—"
"I want to be left alone!" you snap.
He takes the hint and gets off the couch and walks upstairs.
You know why you're acting so mean. Your period is a day late and you've been starting to feel cramps so you know it's coming soon. You're always easily irritated before it comes and you feel so bad for taking it out on Johnny but you just want to be alone right now.
While looking at the calendar on your phone to see when your last cycle was, Johnny comes back inside the living room. Peeping your head out from under the blanket, you see he's holding your heating pad and a snack.
You take the heating pad from him and pull it under the blanket once he plugs it in.
"How'd you know." you ask him at it starts to heat up.
He sits down beside you again, laying on your back. "You don't normally get upset like this."
You nod your head silently under the blanket.
"And the period tracker on my phone says that your period should be coming soon."
Hearing this, you sit up and turn towards him.
"You have a period tracker on your phone?"
"Of course!" He pulls his phone out of his pocket to show you the calendar and dates from your last cycle. "I like being prepared."
Of course he has a period tracker on his phone because he cares about you and doesn't deserve to be yelled at. No matter how awful your cramps feel.
You lay your head down on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around you.
"Thank you Johnny."
He kisses you lightly on your forehead. "Let me know if you need anything else."
"Well…I was a little hungry?"
Does this count as vent writing? Was feeling very yucky today and no one wanted to watch what I wanted on tv 🙄🙄 so then I obviously had to sulk and be moody. So this story is basically abt me but minus the Johnny😋
“Dude, what am I gonna do. What if the baby is hurt in birth? What if y/n flat lines? Oh my god. Do you hear that?!” Johnny rambled, the yells of mothers in labor echoing down the hall. His eyes widening as he paced in front of Doyoung and Taeyong who stayed with Johnny while the others went to get something from the vending machine.
“Johnny, relax. The doctors have it under control. Y/n and the baby are under good hands. You stressing isn’t helping the situation. Hints why you’re not in there”, Doyoung said, grabbing his hand to stop him from pacing.
“Doyoung is right..take a breath. Go grab a drink with the others. We will stay here just in case”, Taeyong offered, only to get a glare from Johnny.
“I’m not leaving this spot, are you crazy?!”, he asked out, rhetorically speaking. Taeyong chuckling at him, shrugging.
“Johnny, you had such a big talk before” Doyoung teases, knowing how confident Johnny was before they actually got to the hospital. You and him had everything planned out. Up until this point and now Johnny was a worried mess. Johnny only stared down the hallway for a moment. Doyoung’s tease going in one ear and out the other.
“It feels like she’s been in labor forever…is that a bad sign?!”, Johnny was one of the last guys to actually become a father in the Hyung line and now everyone knew why. Johnny was more than just worried. He couldn’t stop. He was petrified. His eyes grew wide as he saw a nurse come out from the room.
“Mr. Suh would you like to be the first to meet your daughter?” The younger girl asked out, obviously excited. It was fascinating how much people loved their job. Johnny couldn’t even talk now. He just nodded and followed behind. Doyoung and Tae just watching in amusement as Johnny tried to calm down for you.
His hands shoved in his jackets pocket so that you wouldn’t see how he was shaking. His baby girl crying as they tried to clean her a bit. He didn’t even know where to look.
“Hey..” you chuckled at Johnny, motioning him closer. A nurse carefully swaddling her before holding her out for Johnny.
“H-how do I hold her? What if I drop her? What if I hurt her…?” He rambled out to which all the girls laughed at.
“Johnny, love…sit down” you instructed, patting the spot next to you on the bed. The nurse passing off the new born to her father. The baby whining a bit before snuggling into him. Johnny’s heart stopping for a moment.
“It feels like I waited forever to meet you…I can’t wait to watch you grow. My precious Yoona…daddy will always be right here to protect you. To pick you up if you fall and kiss it all better. You don’t know it yet and might not because I love you more than you know…” Johnny whispered, admiring the little girl in his arms.
Johnny Suh had come over to complete a school project. You didn’t know him too well though. You didn’t know anyone actually as you just had been transferred to this new school and you didn’t know anyone neither that you care to.
“Oh hey.” You said hearing him open the door to your room. “Your mom let me in.” he flashed his beautiful smile at you, you just nodded softly towards him.
He stood only a few feet away from the door not knowing what to do. “Should I-...” he started. “Oh yes, of course. Sorry.”
You motioned him to sit at the other side of your desk as you kept writing. He tried his best to not make any noise for disturbing you. To him you looked so beautiful when you are in your concentrated mode, so he would do anything to not mess it up.
You barely even felt his presence there. You refused to open up to people because you knew you wouldn’t be staying long in a certain place as your stepdad was always on the move for his job requirement and you had no choice but to follow along.
“So, do you like it here?” he broke the silence. You looked up meeting his charming gaze. You would have blushed at any other time but as you broke the eye contact you didn’t.
“Yeah, it’s kind a cool around here, but I don’t get attached to any place.” You weren’t fishing for any pity or what, you just simply were speaking your mind, your reality of life.
He leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms, “Why’s that?” he asked. No one had usually been interested onto my mind. “I move to different city on every few months, the shortest is a month, while the longest I’ve been staying in a certain place is around 7 to 9 months. So I don’t usually have time to know or care about the place.”
He looked as if he were thinking. “That’s it.” He said before standing up. “We’re going to a park right now.” He smiled and held out his hand for you to grab.
You looked up and frowned your eyebrows. “Excuse me?” you crossed arms. “Yep. We’re going to a park right now!” he said before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the chair.
In complete refusal and wanting to annoy him you late all your weight falls to the ground. “Argh!” he said as your body laid on the ground. He tried to drag you but all ended up was mopping the floor with your hair. You laughed unconsciously. He froze.
“Add!” You widened your eyes. He sat down beside you softly without letting go of your hand. “That was the first and the most beautiful sound I have ever heard from you.” You smiled again with a little bit of blush this time.
“You are gorgeous all way around huh!” he said teasing me. “You should have smile more often from now on. Maybe if you tried to attach yourself to a place, you would unconsciously.” He lectured. “Just like how I unconsciously attached my heart to you in just a week knowing you.” He said while smiling deeply towards me. When our eyes meet, all I could felt that my cheeks were burned like hell.
It’s the start of something new of my life. It feels so right to have this kind of certain feelings towards something in my life for first time. It all thanks to this fella name Johnny that opened my mind and heart to brace myself in a new environment and it’s okay to blend in with new people. It’s all started with a smile curved that set everything straight.
Johnny Suh was the little piece of shit who scammed you into giving him (what’s left of) eight years worth of birthday money. But he insists he was, “just a kid selling cheap lemonade to buy a goldfish for his brother.” And it wasn’t his fault that, “you’re the one who guzzled down the whole jug and ran away after shoving way too much bills into the tip jar.” Which is a total lie because you don’t even like lemonade. Let alone be able to chug it down like some freshman frat boy trying to impress the senior he has a crush on. Oh well, Johnny has the rest of his life to repay those three dollars and 25 cents. He insists it’s the second reason he asked you to marry him two decades after the thievery.
— PAIRING: reader x Johnny • GENRE: fluff, hint of crack and humour, roommates!au, university!au • WC: 1.3k • ⚠️ WARNING(S): language, mentions of a lizard and a tarantula (is this a warning? idk), there's a lame joke in there i’m sorry
PROMPT: FIFTY-SIX. roommate x roommate ; when they bring home an uninvited guest
A/N: Written for @ficscafe au pairing event! Don’t really know what’s going on in this fic tbh, I just wrote whatever came to mind lmaooo but enjoy reading!
At last, you were home after what seemed to be one of the most boring lectures you have attended so far. For some reason your professor today was rambling on and on about who knows what. You were pretty sure it had no relevance to what you were studying about. It also didn’t help that it was about 6PM and all you wanted to do was to go home, take a nice bath and get some food in your stomach.
Why did you decide to attend an evening lecture today? You had no idea. But that didn’t matter anymore. It’s Friday, which means you have no classes for the next few days. You can chill and maybe get around to watching Squid Game which everyone has been begging you to watch.
As you open the door to your apartment, you slip your shoes off and dash your keys on the side table you had next to the coat stand; hanging your coat in the process.
Walking through the living room, you barely take notice of your roommate and best friend Johnny who is currently bent down around the couch as if he’s looking for something.
“Hey Johnny”
Johnny replies back by waving his arm but you don’t take notice of that as you head straight to your bedroom, dropping your bag down next to your bed.
You and Johnny knew each other as both your parents were good friends with one another, even before you were born if you remember correctly. There were often times when your parents would get invited to have dinner over at Johnny’s house and you being the introverted kid you were (and still are except you’re an adult now) would often get dragged along to attend those dinners even though you didn't want to leave the house.
You were also slightly intimidated by Johnny and felt awkward around him since you’ve never really spoken to him before, even though you saw each other quite often, not just outside of school but at school as well since you both attended the same high school.
At first you hated it. But as time went by, you started to dread it less and would end up looking forward to those days. The reason why was because there was a day during the winter where you had accidentally slipped, fell on the ground and landed painfully on your butt. It had snowed heavily the past few days and the snow had started to melt which meant it would be quite icy to walk on. Being the clumsy kid you were (and still are), you were walking too quickly to the front gates because you were just so excited to go home to catch your favorite show on TV. You tried to get up but you were having trouble doing so because of the ice until you noticed a pair of arms beside you trying to pull you up from the ground. You looked up and saw it was Johnny. You were a bit taken aback by him helping but you shook your thoughts away and got up. However as you stood up, you felt an immense pain not only on your butt but your legs as well. Johnny offered to give you a piggyback ride home as you didn’t live far from each other, however you declined, feeling a bit awkward and didn’t want him to as it could be too dangerous. Instead, Johnny walked home with you and made you hold onto his arm in case you fell again. He even scolded you a few times when he felt you speeding up, telling you to slow down because if you fell, you’d end up taking him down with you.
The walk home was a bit awkward at first but you and Johnny managed to strike up a conversation by discussing your favorite shows and films. You had debates on what was the best and you ended up really enjoying his company. You did end up missing your favorite show though but you didn’t really care. From that day onwards, you and Johnny became the best of friends.
So here you are now. Currently roommates, attending the same university and studying the same course. The love you and Johnny had for the entertainment industry got you guys studying a degree in Film and Media. It was an obvious choice because of the debates you often had when you were younger and still to this day.
You decided to take a shower before making something to eat so you grab your pajamas from the bed and go to the drawer to grab some underwear.
However, as soon as you open the drawer, shock fills your face. Your mouth is wide open but no sound comes out due to what you have just discovered.
“JOHNNY??” you shout out to him as you take a few steps back
“YEAH?”
“CAN YOU COME IN HERE FOR A SEC?”
It’s not long before Johnny shows up in your room.
“What’s up?”
You look at him with a raised eyebrow, an arm out showing him what’s in front of you.
“Why the fuck is there a lizard in my underwear drawer?”
This isn't the first time Johnny brought home these animals hence why you knew he had something to do with that lizard. Apparently it’s to look after them for a friend. Do those animals even need looking after? You guess they do just in case shit like this happens. Johnny isn't doing a great job at it right now though.
“Oh my god THERE YOU ARE Rosie!! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! How’d you end up here?” Johnny carefully lifts the creature up from the drawer and looks at it with a smile on his face
“I don’t fucking know Johnny you tell me” you give him a questioning look
“Jeez Y/N chillax. I’m looking after it for a friend, it’s only here for a couple of days. At least it's not a tarantula like last time”
Oh.
That’s right…
The time when you found a tarantula in the washing machine.
You absolutely hate tarantulas or just anything creepy crawly in general. You freaked out so much that you barged into Johnny’s room, not realising what he was doing before you welcomed yourself inside, only discovering afterwards.
But that’s a story for another day.
“I never gave you permission to bring it home” you look at Johnny with a death stare
“Hey I live here too ya know! What are you so scared of anyway, it’s just a lizard”
Johnny moves the animal closer to your face. You scrunch your face up and grimace as he does so, leaning your body backwards.
“Argh why’s it so scaly??”
“Well, the scaly skin helps them gain heat whenever they need it and it helps the-”
“Yeah yeah whatever, just… PLEASE just get it out of my room!” putting your arms out to stop Johnny from getting it closer to your face
“IT has a name”
“Ok whatever! Ugh give me a breeaaak” groaning out as you lean your head back and rub your hands on your face
You hear Johnny snigger and look at him, an unamused expression evident on your face
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing!” Johnny shakes his head and you squint your eyes at him
“Sorry it’s just, I wanna make a really long and bad lizard joke… but I don’t wanna let it dragon”
You scrunch your brows in confusion
“You don’t want to let it dragon? I…I don’t get it”
“You know, dragon, drag-on?” Johnny emphasising on the last word
You look at Johnny, an o shape forming on your lips as you realise what he meant and let out a long sigh
“Why am I friends with you again?”
Johnny tilts his head to the side and shrugs his shoulders. You push Johnny out of your room with you behind him as you head to the bathroom until he abruptly stops, making you bump onto his back. Johnny suddenly turns around and holds up the lizard right in front of you. You lean back and grimace; shoving him to the side and leg it to the bathroom before shutting the door on Johnny’s face before he could even follow you inside.
Happier with him - A Johnny Suh and Jaehyun Series.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Dad au, non-idol au, College au.
Warnings Angsty, mentions of cheating, lots of Curse words, Jaehyun is a dick, drinking,me attempting to write an angsty scene
In which Jaehyun, Your boyfriend Ex boyfriend, somehow managed to get you pregnant but by the time you found out, he had already left Korea to study abroad, Leaving you to fend for yourself while carrying his child,Your best friend, Johnny, helps you through it But what happens once he falls for you? Will he tell you? or will he keep it to himself?
A/N
this happens after Jaehyun and Y/N are fresh out of Highschool and Johnny is Y/N's childhood friend. Also, I have had this post in my drafts for awhile and had planned writing this a few months ago.
SUMMARY: when an innocent agreement to become his wingwoman turns into having to pretend like you’re his girlfriend, Mark suddenly starts to see you in a new light. he tells himself it’s nothing big, but are the two of you really just faking?
PAIRING(S): mark lee x fem!reader, platonic!kim jungwoo x reader
GENRE: fluff, angst, college au, fake dating au
WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy, kissing, alcohol usage, mark and reader are kinda dumb
WORD COUNT: 5.3K
“No way!” You censured, crossing your arms as you glared at the boy in front of you. You begin to pack up your bags, ready to leave the empty bleachers and the football field in general, but he grabs you by the hand.
“Please, bro.” He pleaded one more time, watching as your face soured at ‘bro.’ “I just need you to come and help me out! It’s not that hard.”
Mark was your old acquaintance from highschool. The two of you never interacted much, considering how different your crowds were. When the two of you moved onto college, you’d simply send a nod in the hallways or a small wave as you passed each other by.
So when Mark comes up to you with this crazy proposal to help him out at a party on a school night, you’re more than a little taken aback. “Why me though? Just ask one of your frat boys or something. I’m not wasting my Friday night sweet talking to some girl.”
Sighing deeply, Mark runs a hand through his hair as he explains the ‘plan’ once more. “Okay, first of all, she’s not some girl! Yuri is amazingly gorgeous. Second of all, I need a girl friend- mind the space between the two words, to come and help me out at the party. Make me look good, compliment me, wingman me, you know? I can’t ask a guy, then it would be too obvious.”
Your agitated expression remains as your bottom lip turns up into a pout. “And you ask me? Out of all people? We didn’t even talk to each other back in High School.” You point out, clearly not entertained by his far fetched plan.
“Yes, exactly!” He points out, somehow even more convinced you are the only person fit to help him out. “Since we went to high school together, you’d be a more credible source, you know?” He questions, a stupid grin on his face.
“A credible source? Mark Lee,” You start, going into lecture mode as you stand up and clear your throat. “I am not a source, I am a human. And I have things to do, why would you just assume I’m free?” You cock a brow, slightly offended.
“Well, are you not?” He asks, slightly bewildered. He gets his answer as you look away, slightly flustered.
“That’s not the point! I’m saying that you can’t just assume I am!” You reprimand, upset that he can be so stubborn.
“I’ll do your bio homework for a MONTH” He offers, looking almost as if a light bulb just went off in his head. He’s well aware of how you two both hate the subject, and he looks victorious when he sees you tilt your head to consider it.
Weighing the pros and cons, you ultimately put your bag back down onto the bleachers and sit. “I’m going for thirty minutes maximum. I refuse to talk to anyone other than this stupid girl, and you are going to be my ride home. Deal?”
“You’re the best!” He cheers, throwing his hands up in triumph and doing a little victory dance as he does.
-
“Do you remember the plan?” He asks, practically bouncing in his seat in anticipation. The two of you are in his car, going over your stupid rules for the nth time.
“If I’m being honest? Not really.” You chuckled, trying to make it very clear you did not want to be here. He shakes his head in annoyance, but eventually says ‘fuck it’ and drags you out of the car.
The heavy stench of alcohol and extroverts hits you as soon as you walk in, making your expression turn sour. “Where is this girl anyways?” You yell, struggling to communicate over the loud music that blasts in your ears.
“I’m looking for her, will you be patient?” He responds, squinting as he examines the room. “Here, go get a drink or something, I’ll call you when I find her.”
Dragging your feet towards the direction of the kitchen, you straightened uncomfortably. Evidently, you were not good with socialization.
Uninterested in the display of alcohol which was arranged on the table, you opted for a bottle of water instead. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t seem to take notice of the tall blonde who approaches you.
“Drinking water at a college party? Lame.” He snickers, seeing you give him a skeptic look. “Kim Jungwoo, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, ms. l/n.”
“How do you know my name?” You query, puzzled, yet intrigued by the man.
“Well as of recently, the whole party knows your name.” He responds, a breathy chuckle coming out. “You don’t just show up on Mark Lee’s arm and expect no reaction.”
“Oh that?” You canvass, shaking your head. “We’re just friends from high school. It’s really not like that” You defend, but Jungwoo doesn’t buy a single word.
“That’s not what the look in his eyes is telling everyone.” He jeers, watching you get flustered.
“What look in his eyes? We barely know each other.”
“If you say so” He shrugs, and before you can get a chance to defend yourself further, he’s called over by some of his acquaintances. “I’ll see you around, cutie.”
Shoving back into the crowd, you avoided men like the plague and kept your eyes glued to the floor. When you finally found Mark through the large mob, he had a sour look on his face. “Are you alright?” You asked, wondering what could possibly happen in the short moments you were apart.
“We’re leaving.” He insisted through gritted teeth. “I’m sorry I dragged you to this stupid party in the first place.”
Befuddled as you tried figuring out what was wrong with him, he drags you into the car and rests his head on the steering wheel. “Hey Mark, what happened?” You ask, genuine concern in your voice.
“It’s stupid, really. When I found her, she had her tongue down some guy’s throat.” He confesses, wearing a solemn expression. It’s probably the shots he took, but he doesn’t feel embarrassed to speak to you. You’re just so easy to talk to.
“Hey, it’s not stupid.” You reassure, reaching out your hand to cup his shoulder. “I know you really liked her, I’m sorry.”
“I shouldn’t have asked you to come in the first place, it was a stupid idea.” He blames himself, and you can’t help but pity him. “I’ll still do your bio homework for a month.” He smiles, watching as you shake your head.
“Actually, I have a better idea.” You suggest, a look of mischief adorning your expression. “We pretend to date!” You enthusiastically propose, watching as his glum look turns to shock.
“What?” He’s sure he’s misheard you, and the few shots he took earlier are definitely affecting his awareness. “Did I hear you right?”
Your face heats up at his reaction, suddenly losing confidence. “We don’t have to if you don’t want, it was a stupid idea anyways-”
“No! I like it!” He cuts you off, eyes still slightly widened. “I mean, I think it’s a good idea, but do you really think it would work?”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed lightly at the question. “Of course it will work. Girls always want what they can’t have. Trust me.”
Common sense tells him to drive you home, ignore all of it, and pretend this party never happened. The idea was idiotic, after all. Why would he even consider it?
But the look in your eyes pulls him away from logic, and all he can do is nod.
“Okay then, let’s do it.”
-
“How are we even gonna do this?” You ask, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. The two of you were walking towards your first lecture, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of dating Mark Lee.
“It was your idea, wasn’t it?” He asks, disbelief that you’re backing out now. “We just go in there, and make people think we’re dating.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship, Mark. I don’t know how.” You bashfully admit, playing with your hands as your eyes meet the floor.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” He smiles softly at you, and for the first time, you don’t think he’s so bad. He gets out of the car first, quickly rushing to your side to open your door and grab you by the hand.
Mark Lee is disgustingly optimistic, and you aren’t sure whether you admire him for it, or pity him.
As soon as you’re out of the car, Mark goes full boyfriend mode. His hand is slung across your neck, grabbing your hand from the other side and interlocking your fingers. His other arm comes up to cup your shoulder, sending a reassuring gesture your way.
You trudge towards the entrance, hoping Mark misses your increasing heart rate. Nothing could have prepared you for all the stares you’re currently getting, no matter how much you should have expected them.
Yuri is nowhere to be found, making Mark visibly annoyed. Your grip on his hand tightens as you walk into the building, trying to be reassuring in any way you can.
What you didn’t expect, however, is for Mark to place a chaste kiss on your lips right before dropping you off. You’re stunned as he walks away, still a little discombobulated.
You just gave your first Mark Lee your first kiss.
-
You’re walking to your next lecture when you’re pulled away by someone, who you soon recognize to be Jungwoo, from the party. “You and Mark are just friends, huh?” He queries, calling back to your first conversation. “Didn’t take you for a liar.”
“I’m not a liar.” You huff, “We aren’t dating.”
His jaw goes slack for a second before laughing in your face, seemingly not believing a word you say. “So Mark Lee eating your face before the first lecture was a friend thing?”
The tips of your ears go red, and you’re at a loss for words for a second, before ultimately deciding to trust him. “It was just a small kiss. And besides, it’s an act.” He cocks a brow for a second, urging you to explain further. “He wants to impress some girl, so I’m pretending to be his girlfriend. There’s seriously nothing between us.”
“I don’t know, cutie. That’s not what it seems.” He teases, a smirk on his face.
“I didn’t expect him to kiss me. It caught me off guard.” You bashfully admit, your cheeks reddening.
“Wait…” He trails, “Was he your first kiss?” He asks with a knowing smile on his face. Your silence gives him his answer, amusing him. “You gave your first kiss to your fake boyfriend?”
“I’ll see you later, Jungwoo.” You deadpan, refusing to entertain his delusions any longer.
-
After an uneventful first day, you offered to take Mark out to a local diner to prepare a game plan. Mark, clearly disappointed, slips into the seat wearing a frown.
“This is a stupid plan.” Mark huffs out, his bottom lip turning up into a small pout. “Nothing even happened today, Yuri doesn’t care.”
“Woah woah woah,” You start, “Why are you so dejected after just the first day? Maybe she was sick. Or busy, there’s a lot of factors here, Mark.” You point out, trying to cheer up your old friend.
“This won’t work.” He persists, laying his head down onto the table. You’re desperate to lift his hopes, but it’s evident that you aren’t really good with comforting people.
“Well you won’t know if you give up now. Keep your head up, Mark. She’ll come around.” You alleviate, finally getting him to send you a small smile.
“You think so?” He asks, the small glimmer in his eyes beginning to come back.”
“I know so.”
There’s a special kind of silence that sits between the two of you, not calling for anyone to say anything or do anything. You simply enjoy each other’s presence for a while, and that’s enough.
And despite his own logic, Mark decides he can try out your plan for a little longer.
-
The two of you seem to be a hot topic on campus, and it would be almost impossible for news to have not reached Yuri yet.
Mark is desperately trying to catch Yuri’s attention, seemingly to no avail. With no further reaction than a glare and a whisper to her friends, it seems that Yuri’s got more important things to do.
Usually, this would be a good place to pull the plug on your little plan, but Mark decides to hold on.
There must be some divine force that’s pulling him towards you, because it seems he’s enjoying the fake boyfriend thing. Maybe a little too much.
But still, when you agreed to help Mark study for his quiz, you didn’t know it would be this bad.
“What don’t you get?” You plead, losing count of how many times you’ve asked him this question by now.
“All of it!” Mark grunts in frustration, flipping through his textbook and groaning loudly. “I hate biology!”
“You’re the one who asked me to help you learn this concept.” You remind, not letting him miss the fact that he got himself into this situation. “And if I recall correctly, you’re supposed to be doing my homework.”
“Yeah, but I’d rather study you.” Mark teases, a wry smile moving onto his face.
Your heart skips a beat for less than a second before you return to your senses, clearing your throat to collect yourself. “You should use that on Yuri, I’m sure she’ll notice you then.” You respond, flashing a tight lipped smile.
His smile drops and his attention is turned back to his book, confusing you slightly. It seems Mark loves that, sending you mixed signals.
-
“Another party? Are you sure this is a good idea, Mark?” You press, feeling uneasy about doing that whole debacle again.
“She’ll be there, for sure. Just please come with me. We can make her jealous, you know?”
He’s in your room, sitting on your bed and begging for you to go. If you really wanted, you could just tune him out and continue studying, but you figure you’ll do him a favor, just for tonight.
“This is the last time.” You assert. He knows you’ll probably agree no matter how many times you ask him, but he’s thankful nonetheless.
“You won’t regret it!” He’s smiling ear to ear, but you’re still suspicious.
“That’s what you said last time, and I severely regret it.”
-
You’ll never quite be used to the reek of popularity and bad decisions, but you recognize it quickly.
Frantically searching the rooms of the house, he’s dragging you around by the arm whilst still trying to act lovingly.
You catch Jungwoo’s stare across the room, a knowing smile adorning his face. You choose to ignore him in favor of Mark, whose grip on your arm only gets tighter once he finds who he’s looking for.
“Yuri!” He calls out, watching her eyes go wide when she sees you on his arm. “It’s been a while.”
He’s trying to act cool, but you’re sure his heart rate is through the roof by now. “Hey, Mark.” She greets, a small smile creeping onto her face. “And who’s this?”
She looks you up and down, eyes boring into your soul. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” You both watch her expression shift as he says the word girlfriend, clearly getting irked.
Clearing her throat before extending her hand for you to shake, she introduces herself, as if you didn’t already know her. “I’m Yuri. I think we have a lecture together, or something.” She looks uninterested, and almost disgusted by your presence. In Mark’s eyes? A win.
“I hope we can be good friends.”
There’s more mindless banter for a few minutes before Mark finally pulls you away, squealing like a small child. “It’s working! It’s really working!”
“I told you it would.” You reassured sagely, his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, catching you off guard for a moment.
“You’re the best. I seriously owe you for life.”
-
Less than two weeks into your little show, and Mark has been over the moon.
After your interaction at the party, Yuri’s been clearly peeved, and word is she hasn’t gone out with anyone since.
Mark likes to imagine she’s being driven up the walls right now, which honestly, you don’t doubt. He even thinks that you two could end this whole fake dating plan soon enough. It’s a bittersweet thought, but you swallow hard and accept it.
So no matter what small part of you wished to be happy Mark was getting what he wanted, you pushed it down. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to lie to yourself, but you never really believed it.
“What’s got the little cutie all down in the dumps?” Jungwoo asks, a pout evident on his face. “You okay?” His tone is a little more serious as you don’t respond, but you aren’t interested in entertaining his fantasies, not today.
“Depends.” You answer, trying your best to be vague. A venomous glare is shot his way, which intimidates him slightly.
“Depends on what?”
“On how well I can convince myself that I am.” You rush away to your next lecture quickly, leaving Jungwoo dumbfounded, and slightly worried. He won’t ask any follow up questions, he knows better than that.
-
There were only three things in this realm that scared you. Spiders, Thunder, and Love. And while you had managed to avoid these for a while, it’s at Mark’s dorm that a thunderstorm so conveniently strikes.
It started as heavy rain, nothing more than the soft taps of rain on Mark’s window filling the air. “You know, my friend Johnny told me that Yuri was asking about me yesterday.” He grins, eager to tell you any and all updates.
“That’s great…” You mumble, trying to distract yourself from the loud commotion of the rain.
“It’s raining like hell” He mutters, peeking out of the blinds for a second. You tense, trying to clear your mind. You can’t have Mark view you as weak.
You seem to have lost track of time, for it’s well past 10 that you finally check your phone. “Shit, I need to get back to my dorm.”
“In this weather? No way.” He nags, concern tinting his gaze.
“Mark, I’m not a child. I’ll be-” Your sentence is interrupted by a loud rumble from the storm, startling you as you let out a small screech. You attempt to play it cool, clearing your throat and collecting yourself.
“Not a child? You’re scared of thunder, aren’t you?” He teases, a small smirk on his face. When you open your mouth to object, another loud strike comes, causing you to let your guard down. Mark comes to hug you, rubbing small shapes onto your back. “I’m here, you’re fine. Nobody’s gonna hurt you.”
You put your pride to the left for a minute, simply enjoying Mark’s comfort rather than pushing him away. There wasn’t much for either of you to say, so you just let him stay with you.
-
The quiet hum of birds rings through your ears as sunlight floods into the room, waking you up gently. You definitely recall falling asleep in Mark’s room, but he’s nowhere to be found. Like the gentlemen he is, he suggested he sleep on the couch. You shuffle groggily as you pull yourself out of bed, peeking through the rooms to find him.
You find him in the kitchen, humming a tune as he prepares breakfast. He’s annoyingly cute as he does, and it makes you want to throw up. “Oh, you’re awake!” He beams, that same stupid smile on his face. “Did you sleep well?”
You hum in response, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up. “I think so.” You respond, a little grumpy, as you always are at this hour. There’s something bothering you in the back of your mind, and you simply can’t calm down. “How’s the whole thing with Yuri? You said she was asking about you.”
His face visibly drops at the mention, and you can’t help but wonder what happened between last night and this morning to so drastically change his mood. “It’s fine.”
“Is everything alright?” You ask, sensing the shift in the air. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing happened, it’s fine, really.” He reassures. One thing you’ve learned in the past few weeks? Mark Lee is horrible at lying. “I have a lecture soon, so I’ll get going. I’ll text you later, okay?”
You’ve no time to respond before he’s out the door, dumbfounded. Like you’ve mentioned before, Mark Lee loves to send mixed signals.
-
“He’s so confusing, Jungwoo.” You huff, eyebrows knitted tightly together as you slump onto his couch. He had invited you over earlier in the day, but he wasn’t expecting you to be so moody. “He acts fine, he holds my hand and tells me jokes, and then the moment I bring up Yuri he’s uninterested. I mean, that’s why I'm helping him, aren't I?”
Jungwoo gives you a doubtful look, letting out a light chuckle. How could he be laughing at a time like this? “For someone so arrogant, you sure are dense.”
You tilt your head slightly, huffing. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
He simply lets out a weak chuckle, shaking his head lightly. “He probably likes you, dude.”
Your eyes widen incredibly, as you begin to cough from the initial shock. “What are you on about? He likes Yuri. I’m just helping him out for the meantime, haven’t we gone over this?”
He looks at you slackly, letting out a small scoff. “From what you’re telling me right now, the man is down bad.”
“You’re deranged.” You deadpan, “Let’s talk about something else, anything else.” You try to steer the conversation, but Jungwoo is just so interested in your life.
“So if not Mark, who’s been catching your eye recently?” He asks, fidgeting with his hands.
“What are you on about? I’m not interested in anyone right now.” You respond with a huff. Why did he even wanna know?
“You sure? Because...it seems like you are. You look more bright and energetic these days. Isn’t that a symptom of love?” He asks, tilting his head.
“A symptom? It’s not a sickness, Jungwoo. You’re being ridiculous.” You shoot back, lightly hitting him in the arm.
“Just a guess.” He comments, shrugging it off.
-
At first, you’re torn deciding what to do.
You tell yourself that it’s for the best, but your stomach starts to hurt as you knock on Mark’s door.
You’re confused, however, when his roommate opens the door. “Yo, you’re y/n, right? I’m Johnny, it’s so great to finally meet you.” He extends a hand towards you, which you accept. “Mark has told me all about you”
“He...he has?” You echo, a small chuckle coming out as he nods.
“Oh yeah, he almost never shuts up about you. The dates you guys went on, the movies you guys saw, literally everything. It almost makes me sick.” He quips, “But I can tell he really likes you, so treat him well.” The comment makes you even more uneasy.
“I will.” You reply, an uncomfortable laugh coming out with it. “So uh...where is Mark?”
“He went out to do laundry a couple minutes ago, he’ll be back soon so you can just chill here.” You nod in response, sending a small thanks to Johnny as he walks back to his room.
Mark arrives less than 10 minutes later, pleasantly surprised to see you in his living room. “Hey! Johnny let you in, I assume?” You nod in response, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But Mark doesn’t miss the look on your face. “Is everything alright?” He questions, an uncomfortable smile on your face.
“Yeah...I’m fine.” You respond, voice trembling. “I just have some...concerns.”
He cocks a brow at your enigmaticness, but plays along. “Concerns? About what?”
Taking a deep sigh, you decide to stop beating around the bush. “I don’t think we should do this anymore, Mark. I think it’s time to shut it down.”
“But why? Did something happen?”
“We’ve been doing this for months now, Mark. Aren’t you tired of it? Maybe the only reason Yuri isn’t talking to you is because she thinks you have a girlfriend.” You point out, trying to conceal your real motives.
“Where is all of this coming from? I thought...I thought we were doing well.” He trails, beginning to come up with excuses.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve made up my mind, Mark. This whole fake dating thing was stupid, anyways.” He doesn’t say anything, just puts his head down. You’re out the door in a matter of seconds, leaving Mark perplexed and upset. Why would you pull the plug now?
-
There’s not a lot of words that can describe the way you’re feeling right now, since you don’t really know yourself. One one hand, a weight has been taken off your shoulders. You don’t have to lie to anyone anymore, and you can go back to your old life. The life where you didn’t go to big parties, or go out every week, and nobody knew you. You could go back to being invisible.
You were meant to feel relieved, but you didn’t. You felt regretful and distressed. Instead, you swallow hard, pushing down any remaining anguish you felt.
“What do you mean you broke up with him?” Jungwoo hollers.
“We didn’t break up! We were never even dating.” You shoot back, the words leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.
“Oh my god,” He starts, rolling his eyes. “When will you stop saying that? I’ve known from day one that Mark doesn’t just see you as that, so stop lying to yourself, y/n!”
You simply frown in response, not daring to argue any longer. “Jungwoo, I messed up.”
“Why?” He looks at you teasingly. He knows why you messed up, you know he knows too. But he wants to hear it come from you.
“I fell for Mark Lee.” You finally admit, a deep sigh coming out with it. “And then, I pushed him away.”
You look like a dejected puppy, Jungwoo quickly coming to comfort you. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”
-
Slowly, everything falls back into its place. You pass by Mark in the halls without as much as a glance, which is how it should be. Looking back, it was foolish to think you could ever be more. You and Mark were from two different worlds, he deserved someone like Yuri. And you? You deserved something less than Mark.
Day by day, it got easier to be without Mark. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss having someone drop you off, pick you up, bring you food and listen to you rant. But this is the way things were meant to be.
“Y/N!” Your head whips around to see Jungwoo grabbing you by the arm, leaving you quite confused. “You need to see this.”
He takes you to the courtyard, where Yuri is approaching Mark. You’re about to leave, but Jungwoo forces you to stay. You can barely make out what they’re saying, but you make out the last part.
“So, would you like to go out some time?” Yuri asks, batting her eyelashes. The sight makes you sick, but Mark’s expression confuses you even more.
“Actually, I don’t think we should.” He responds, trying to avert her gaze. “I like someone else, Yuri.”
You let out an audible gasp, making Mark turn towards you. He isn’t able to meet your eyes, however, as you had already run away. You aren’t sure why you decided to run, whether it was anger or jealousy, or maybe even both.
“Y/N!” You could hear faint call outs of your name in the shape of Mark’s voice. You ignored them, finally taking a break near the bleachers, where the whole thing started. Much to your dismay, however, Mark shows up not long after. “Let me explain.”
“I don’t care if you have a crush on someone, Mark.” You deadpan. “I’m upset that I put so much time into your stupid plan when you were just gonna turn her down. It’s frustrating, you know.”
“Hear me out,” He breathes out, slightly out of breath from running after you. “I really did like Yuri, at first. And then I met another girl.” He starts, but you seem uninterested. “And this girl, she’s really something. She’s funny, and sweet, and a little rude sometimes- but I love that about her! She’s thoughtful, and pretty, and smart, god, she’s perfect.”
You remain expressionless, letting out a ‘tsk’ as he finally finishes. Although you feign disinterest, your feelings were a little hurt hearing him talk about this girl. “I’m glad you found a girl you like, Mark. But I don’t care. You wasted my time.”
Mark rolls his eyes before turning to face you. “Are you always this dense?” He asks, making you recall your conversation with Jungwoo. “It’s you, y/n. The girl. I like you.”
The world seems to still for a moment, and nothing seems to matter other than you and him. “M- me?” You do a double take, pointing at yourself.
“Yes, you.” He responds, before he finally leans in for a chaste kiss, which you gladly accept. The scene looks cinematic, and all your lingering doubts about Mark have suddenly faded away.
It was fake anymore, you didn’t have to play pretend. Especially not with Mark. It was you two against the world, and you could take anything coming your way.
Still, there were three things that scared you. Spiders, thunder, and whatever would have happened to you had you not gone to that party with Mark Lee. It was useless imagining it, because you were here now, and that was all that mattered.
This was fate. Mark Lee was what you deserved, now and forever.
*~✩ Nct 127 - Lovely silly things they do for you ✩~*
~♪ Taeil
Agreeing on having a movie night with you and pretending he is not tired even though he is exhausted
–"Taeil, do you want to watch this movie with me?“
With a loose yet easy smile on his face, Taeil agrees, despite of the fatigue he feels in every muscle of his body. You did notice his slow movements and his heavy eyelids, but his "Sure!” came out so cheerfully that it was able to immediately put your worries away. Beside you on the couch, Taeil fights his toughest battle against himself, supressing uncountable yawns, blinking as little as he can to not take the risk of his eyes not opening again, trying to stay awake by caressing you hand ir massagii your head. And the moment you stop feeling his warm touches you notice he peacefuly fell asleep on your shoulder. With a light chuckle and a caring look, you kiss the top of his head and lower the volume of the TV, concentrating on the movie to give Taeil a synopsis the next day.
A/N: idek what I'm doing at this point. Well- aside from feeding my touch starved soul.
Mark
Nose kisses. There is nothing more endearing than when you kiss the tip of Mark's nose. Mark has an odd habit of scrunching his nose whenever you place a kiss on it. It is very much habitual, and absolutely cute. Whenever he did that, it would be accompanied by an idiotic grin and slight hues of red playing across his face. It's just infectious, and thus, you too, find yourself indulging in a smile that stretches from one ear to another.
Renjun.
The spot right behind his ears. Listen. He loves it when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, your nose gently nuzzling gently against it, and then pressing your lips right behind his ear. Renjun loves how you take all the time in the world just to kiss him. Although he keeps complaining about how time consuming this is, you both know that deep down, Mr. Huang absolutely loves it.
Haechan.
Where it hurts. Okay we need to talk about this whiny child. Knowingly or not, he is very vocal and twice as whiny whenever there's the slightest chance of an injury or swelling- minor or major. He will complain all day and you are left with no other option than to kiss the pain away (a suggestion made by the said child himself). You do not know how effective that actually is, but the smile he has plastered on his face afterwards as he claims how all the pain is gone is literally the most precious thing in the world.
Jeno
Kisses peppered across his face. Jeno loves it when you cup his face with your warm palms, peppering his face with not one but a bunch of kisses. His skin tingles each time your lips touch his skin, tracing his eyelids, his perfect eyes, the tip of his nose, his then rosy cheeks- until finally meeting his lips.
Jaemin.
Soft Kisses on shoulder blades. He would be cooking or doing the dishes, a little tired and lost in his own world. And it's when he least expects it- to find your arms wrapped around him from the back, telling him how great he was doing as you press a soft kiss on one or both of his shoulder blades. He melts every time you did this, an odd sense of warmth and security washing over him. Jaemin feels at ease. Oh to know someone's got your back and knows how to make you feel the best at an instant 🤚overlook the fact that I used to do it with my dad when he worked on his structural drawings
SUMMARY: when an innocent agreement to become his wingwoman turns into having to pretend like you’re his girlfriend, Mark suddenly starts to see you in a new light. he tells himself it’s nothing big, but are the two of you really just faking?
PAIRING(S): mark lee x fem!reader, platonic!kim jungwoo x reader
GENRE: fluff, angst, college au, fake dating au
WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy, kissing, alcohol usage, mark and reader are kinda dumb
WORD COUNT: actual fic: ~5k? (subject to change) teaser: 325
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part of the ROM-COM TROPES with 7DREAM series
Befuddled as you tried figuring out what was wrong with him, he drags you into the car and rests his head on the steering wheel. “Hey Mark, what happened?” You ask, genuine concern in your voice.
“It’s stupid, really. When I found her, she had her tongue down some guy’s throat.” He confesses, wearing a solemn expression. It’s probably the shots he took, but he doesn’t feel embarrassed to speak to you. You’re just so easy to talk to.
“Hey, it’s not stupid.” You reassure, reaching out your hand to cup his shoulder. “I know you really liked her, I’m sorry.”
“I shouldn’t have asked you to come in the first place, it was a stupid idea.” He blames himself, and you can’t help but pity him. “I’ll still do your bio homework for a month.” He smiles, watching as you shake your head.
“Actually, I have a better idea.” You suggest, a look of mischief adorning your expression. “We pretend to date!” You enthusiastically propose, watching as his glum look turns to shock.
“What?” He’s sure he’s misheard you, and the few shots he took earlier are definitely affecting his awareness. “Did I hear you right?”
Your face heats up at his reaction, suddenly losing confidence. “We don’t have to if you don’t want, it was a stupid idea anyways-”
“No! I like it!” He cuts you off, eyes still slightly widened. “I mean, I think it’s a good idea, but do you really think it would work?”
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed lightly at the question. “Of course it will work. Girls always want what they can’t have. Trust me.”
Common sense tells him to drive you home, ignore all of it, and pretend this party never happened. The idea was idiotic, after all. Why would he even consider it?
But the look in your eyes pulls him away from logic, and all he can do is nod.
prompt: "Can i rqst for a jaehyun smut like a college au where he is a photography major and yeah he likes taking pictures especially this girl, not any girl but the ex of his bestfriend in highschool who is studying in another school now, he liked the girl even before his friend got her, they share the same classes and he got paired together since the girl's major is jounalism and they have to make the project together he confessed and please make it complicated but please end it with them being togther"
warning: smut; unprotected sex (please always practice safe sex!); oral male + female receiving; fingering *i tried*
pairing: jaehyun x female reader; past mark x female reader
words: 2.3k
it wasnt fair for jaehyun, the way mark got to you first. but maybe it was his fault for never fessing up. maybe it was mark's for going after you even when he knew about his best friends hidden feelings. or maybe it was yours for never noticing the way he looked at you.
nonetheless, it's all over now. a part of tragic history that jaehyun never wants to go back to. at least, he thought it was.
the final project. the one where photography majors are partnered up with random journalism majors to create a piece that includes the chosen theme of year. this year being: unrequited love.
jaehyun thought he would pass it by flying colors, having first hand experience himself, but as soon as he heard your voice, all his hope went down the drain.
"jeong jaehyun?" you call out to him, shocked to see your old best friend in the same building, "what are you doing here?"
"i uh- i go to school here," jaehyun stutters. it was always you that had this effect on him. after years of pining and seeing you make out with his, now, ex best friend, he thought he finally got over it. turns out, he was wrong.
"you do?" you ask. truth to be told, you knew he did. it wasn't hard to miss a man like jaehyun. but with the way he pushed you out of his life, you figured it was the best if you stayed away.
"yeah i do," jaehyun nods, "uhm, do you know where the journalism building is?" jaehyun asks, knowing damn well that he was in it.
"mmm well, this is it," you reply, beaming a smile towards his way, "any reason why you're looking for it?" you question him, completely ignoring the camera hung around his neck.
"we have this end term project where we team up with journalists-"
"and create art together?"
jaehyun chuckles at the way the both of you are playing the stupid card, "i'm guessing you're my journalist?" he says, shooting you a small smile.
"i guess i am," you reply, mirroring the boys facial expressions.
---
"have you ever heard of anteros?" jaehyun says, snapping you out of the article you're reading for inspiration. it's 9 pm and the two of you are seated in the art room, the only time this week where you were both available to discuss and share ideas.
"no, i don't think i have," you admit to the boy.
"he's the god of requited love," jaehyun explains as you nod at him, urging him to get onto what he was trying to say, "he has butterfly wings and arrows made out of lead...according to greek legend, he's the avenger of unrequited love."
"isn't that just cupid?"
"no" jaehyun chuckles, "cupid is his brother,"
"cupid has a brother??"
"mhm, cupid was lonely and so the gods made anteros for him hoping that the love between the siblings could be the key for cupid to thrive,"
"did it work?"
"yeah... it did," jaehyun lets out a sad exhale, "imagine being able to do everything that another person can yet you're just left being the forgotten figure," he concluded, looking you straight in your eyes and for some reason, you're unable to move, breath hitching in your throat.
jaehyun offers you a smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes and you dont know why but you feel like you're guilty of something. you swore you could feel one of antero's arrows shoot right through your heart, scoring a perfect ten.
"anyways, maybe we could incorporate that with our project," he says finally looking away, paying attention to his camera.
"y-yeah," you stutter, catching the boys' attention, his eyebrows furrowing at your sudden change of behavior "y/n, you okay?"
"why did you just walk out of my life?" you ask, your voice faltering.
"w-what?"
"y-you just started distancing yourself... i reached out to you so many times and at first you had your excuses which made sense at that time but then," your voice starts rising and you can't help but feel your chest tightening as you hold in the tears that were about to explode, "-then you just stopped. you cut me off jaehyun, no response, no nothing!"
jaehyun sits there, listening to every word you had to say, not quite believing how much his disappearance made an effect on your life.
"what the fuck did i do?!" you wailed, still trying to fight back the tears that were begging to fall.
"i couldnt-" jaehyun pauses, hesitating.
"couldn't what??!" you yell, your patience on thin ice.
"i couldn't keep watching you be in love with someone else!" jaehyun growled. his confession leaving a silence that hung over the both of you.
"i- what?" your eyes widening like you were a deer caught in the headlights.
jaehyun scoffs, "y/n, dont act like you didn't know."
"i- i didnt," you swore.
"i bet you loved it when mark touched you knowing i was on the other side wanting to do the same," he cursed.
"jae-"
"you liked it didnt you? knowing that you had two guys wrapped around your finger, giving you attention... willing to drop everything as soon as you call out to them?" jaehyun provokes, his dark voice right by your ear, "i bet you even thought about fucking us at the same time," he continues, softly turning your face towards him.
"didn't you?" he whispers above your lips, making you shut your eyes.
"didn't you y/n?" he asks again, his eyes softening at your expression.
you open your eyes slowly, coming face to face with his dark brown ones, "all i wanted was you." and that was all he needed to finally place his lips upon yours.
everything about this kiss was needy, rushed, years worth of emotions that have been hidden. jaehyun grabs your ass, hauling you up to sit on the metal table. the cold that quickly makes contact against your skin makes you moan, allowing jaehyun to slip his tongue past your lips as your hands find themselves at the edge of his shirt, wanting to get rid of the the material separating you from feeling him.
"you fucking slut, you'd really fuck me right here huh," jaehyun growls in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine yet he removes it anyway, wanting you as much as you did him.
"you don't care about anyone walking in don't you," he smirks, unhooking your bra and disposing it somewhere in the room as he lifts your shirt up, your nipples making contact with the cold air for a second before it was replaced by his tongue swirling around your buds, "jaehyun," you moan, jaehyun's hands playing with your breasts, "i love it when you moan my name, can you be louder for me...huh...can you make this whole building know who's making you feel good," he continues dirty talking in your ear and you feel yourself get wetter. your hands going straight to his belt, wanting all of him but jaehyun slaps your fingers away, "nu-uh. words y/n."
"jae-"
"let me know what you want," you weren't used to all this talking but god damn, you would do anything to feel him inside you.
"i want you to fuck me, please... fuck me on this table, fuck me hard.. i just want you jaehyun," you let the filthy words slip past your tongue. jaehyun stares at you, reality sinking in. he was about to fuck the girl he's been secretly in love with. you feel yourself start to blush under his gaze until jaehyun caresses your cheek and you lean into his hand, "i still have feelings for you," he confesses quietly, the words reserved for you and for your ears only.
"show me," you reply, gaining courage as you laid a kiss on the palm of his hand, guiding it towards the zipper of your jeans, wanting him to finally free you from its' restraints, his gaze darkens as he pulls the material off of you, leaving you only in your white panties. a sight that he could look at forever. you grab his grey camera from across the table, handing it towards him, "take a picture while youre at it," you challenge him. "i think i deserve more than a picture," he smirks placing the camera at a perfect angle that captures you both as he hit record.
"be a good girl and spread your legs," he growled removing your panties and hungrily kissing you. you do what he says, the sudden contact of his fingers against your slit garners a deep moan from you. "you're so fucking wet," he cursed, before gathering your juices and inserting them inside you, "oh god, jaehyun!" his fingers felt better than any arrow anteros could ever think of and you swore you could cum just off of that alone until jaehuns tongue makes contact with your clit, devouring you like a starving man who hasnt eaten for days. "fuck, im-im gonna," not being able to finish your sentence, your hands tighten around the edge of the table, feeling yourself release. jaehyun cleans up the mess you made as he looks at your fucked out figure, head thrown back, cheeks flushed and all he could think of was kissing your now, very red, lips.
sloppy and wet, you taste yourself upon his tongue and it makes you want more. he finally lets you take off his belt, pulling his pants down as his cock springs up to view and you feel yourself salivating, your hands making contact with its head, "pretty cock for a pretty boy," you whisper to yourself but the warmth of your fingers around his cock sends the boy into a frenzy as he bucks up towards your touch. "do you want to suck it?" jaehyun offers and all you could do was nod, getting into your knees as you start kitten licking his tip. "don't fucking tease," he barked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pounding his cock into your mouth. you mewl against him, his cock hitting the back of your throat every time yet the sounds emitting from him urges you to go on.
"fuck y/n," he groans, "want to feel your tight fucking pussy," you felt yourself tighten around those words, your fingers going straight to your throbbing clit and jaehyun thought it was the hottest thing ever. he rids himself off of your mouth before pulling you up and bending you over the table, the cold making contact against your nipples once again.
"bet you imagined fucking me behind mark's back like this before," he whispers in your ear and all you could do was moan, "please just fuck me," you beg as jaehyun aligns himself with your core, finally pushing up into you, the mixture of your groans creating a harmony that lingered in the air.
"fuck, you're so fucking tight," he praises as he rams into you softly, letting you adjust to his size. he fills you up so well and you wondered why it's taken so long for the two of you to get here. "faster jaehyun," he obliges, soon finding a rhythm that hits your g-spot every time, the room filling up with sinful sounds and you couldn't care to stop if anyone were to walk in right now. all you could think of was, "jaehyun, jaehyun, jaehyun," "say it louder baby," he whispers by your ear as he marks the spot just below, his fingers aggressively rubbing your clit, matching the tempo of his cock that was ramming into you, "fuck! jaehyun," you cum around him, tightening around his cock and it was enough to send jaehyun over the edge, his arms tightening around your torso as he empties himself inside you, deep groans leaving his lips.
after the two of you calmed down, jaehyun grabs his jacket from across the room, using it to clean you up before helping you into your clothes. nothing about it was awkward, everything felt like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. you pick up jaehyuns camera, ending the recording as he fixes himself up and you can't help but scroll through the pictures in his memory card.
"jaehyun," you say, finally breaking the silence as the boy turns to you, noticing the camera in your hand.
"you still have these pictures?" you softly ask him. you sound like an angel, completely different from the girl just mere seconds before.
"why would i delete them?" he shrugs. "i thought seeing me hurt you?"
jaehyun softly chuckles, making his way towards you and taking the camera out of your hands, "seeing you with mark hurt me," he admits, "seeing you on the other hand," he grabs your hand, placing a soft kiss, "makes me feel like i get shot by one of cupids stupid arrows every single time,"
"you mean anteros'" you disrupt him, earning a laugh from him, "no one cares about him," he grinned and you couldn't help but laugh along with him. "plus, you've always been my muse angel, i could never delete those," the use of the pet name erupts a whole zoo in your stomach and you can't help but grab him down to your level, placing a loving kiss upon his lips.
"i have feelings for you too, you know?" you finally confess and jaehyun smiles brightly at you, dimple and all. you poke his dimple, taking a deep breath, "i only dated mark to make you feel jealous," you admit to the boy. "it didn't work though, i just lost you in the end," you shrug, hands toying with the ones larger than yours. jaehyun couldn't believe his ears, "well i would it say it worked, i mean i did leave because i was jealous," he argues, getting a giggle out of you.
"yeah, but i definitely could have handled it better... im sorry," you apologize.
"it's okay, we still got here eventually didn't we?"
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