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tw: mentions of blood, injuries, gunshot, major character death?, psychotic themes, yandere themes.
wc: 0.8k (ah this was rushed because anxiety and school ;-;)
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one–
breathe in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out.
your breath got heavier as you stood behind the hallway side, peeping your head out almost all half your body inside the left side.
Crimson blood ran down your thighs and forearms, painting your entire body red as you barely managed to shake off the stiff ties and cuffs, cutting through your own skin in the process. getting kidnapped by your own lover's hitman, and being caged and treated like an animal was the last thing you expected to happen on your trip. Soon you have lost your happiness and sanity, a habitual kind of paranoia has attacked you that you're gonna make it anymore in life.
you should have known him better.
the sudden change in his behaviour was beyond shocking to you. the man who didn't even raise his voice over you was trapping you to death. possessiveness and a constant fear of you leaving him got up his veins to head, spreading everywhere within him like a lethal poison. turning him into a monster. Sungchan was nothing less than a monster soon. he never felt this jittery before, panting every now and then even if he was not doing anything, sweating even if he was not running but he felt like it. he felt like you were far away standing at an end of the unending road, and he just can't run. he can't move. what if you run away? what if you go away? he can't afford to lose you. Sungchan developed an unhealthy attachment to you and over time became obsessed and possessive until he once decided to capture you and keep you to himself. why wouldn't he? about what should he be scared about? the family was rich, dirty, rich.
today was the day of your freedom from this black hole, you had to do it. no matter how many slashes and bruises you have, no matter how much blood you lost, no matter how broken you were, you had to fight. for yourself to get out of here.
two–
“no please let me go, what have I ever done to you!?” you whimpered, flailing your hands around sungchan's face and chest as he held you down.
“what the heck do you think you're doing!” the same terror ambushed Sungchan again, “you're not going anywhere!”
he pinned you down on the cold marble floor, as the tears started ascending down his cheeks. oh no, this was not a good sign. whenever he started crying, his state would worsen and the delusional side of him would roar to life. “i know that you're trying to leave me, but I won't let it happen. trust me! you'll be so happy with me! please stay, please don't go”
three–
struggling and arguing with Sungchan equaled being caged and given a speech again. so you have to give up, there's no choice.
Sungchan retracted his position off of yourself, and stood upright. tears glistening on his cheeks.
but one thing really struck you hard, his pressure was not that hard. and you easily removed him off of you. his face also looked weary. what was going on?
sungchan glances and turns around, letting you see his back as he says, “ let's go to your room ”
your eyes searched around, eyeing for anything to still escape this scenario.
a gun.
in sungchan's back pocket.
you knew it was hard to get it, even the heavy breath could alarm him. but you knew you had to escape! in this death hole, you're gonna turn insane if you even last a minute longer.
making a leap— which felt so easy in your wrecked state— your free hands grasped the gun from sungchan's pocket.
sungchan felt it all and turned around, a horrific expression blooming on his face. “y/n—”
bang!
you did it.
the trigger was pulled, the bullet was launched.
your lips parted, a sigh.
then, they turned into a laugh. like a maniac, loud and baleful as it echoed through the whole hallway. sungchan's body lay dead, blood pooling everywhere.
your laughter didn't stop, as if you've achieved something even greater right that moment.
He caught your running body as you slammed into him.
“Baby.” you giggled, your breath tingling with the smell of alcohol.
Kun smiled, his heart swelling with love as he caught you before you tripped on your gown.
“Do you know how much I love you?” you asked, squishing his cheeks.
He tried to think.
“You love me 3000?” he asked, knowing your antics.
You shook your hear rapidly, hair flying in all directions, causing Kun to smile even more.
Slowly you leaned in.
“I love you,” you whispered, “a lot!”
Kissing you to hide his laughing face he said, “And I love you a million.”
A/N: It would be great if you guys could say what you think of this story as it would hel me improve my writing. It can be either in the comments section or in the reblog tags. Thank you!
Pairing: Kun X Reader
Genre: Fluff
WC: 100 (YASS I DID IT MY FIRST DRABBLE. WHEN YOU ARE STUCK IN QUARANTINE AND DRABBLES ARE THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO)
we sat beside the sea, the water lapping at our bare feet, hands entwined.
slowly i looked at jeno and smiled.
he looked beautiful.
like always.
after all, he was lee jeno.
the heir to the throne.
the prince of the kingdom.
the gem of the country.
but i was no one.
i was just another sea spirit. meant to be washed away.
but jeno found me and kept me.
and i gave him my heart. in return, he gave me his heart
jeno returned my gaze and planted a light kiss on my nose.
"what is it my princess?" he asked me, the name of endearment causing me to blush.
"i would give up the sea for you." i said.
he smiled. his smile, always so bright. but now, i felt it was brighter than the sunset. and it was warm.
warm enough to heat my cheeks up.
"and i would give up my kingdom for you." he said.
together we lay there, falling asleep in each other's arms, breath mingled.
but when he would wake up in the morning, i would be gone and never return. just like any other tide in the ocean.
A/N: It would be great if you guys could say what you think of this story as it would hel me improve my writing. It can be either in the comments section or in the reblog tags. Thank you!
Pairing: Lee Haechan x gn!reader // Genre: angst // Word Count: 561
A/N: Semi-hiatus queued writing 2 :)
⇻ “We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time’s forever frozen, still.
~ ‘Photograph’, Ed Sheeran
It was an old picture, taken years ago.
The corners were folded and worn-out because he constantly rubbed his fingers against them, attempting to smoothen them out. It was slightly creased in the middle and a jagged line zig-zagged right in the space in between your faces.
But the photo itself was intact, hidden in a drawer that contained all of Donghyuck’s most precious items.
From time to time, Donghyuck would open that drawer and sift through its contents, picking up items and reminiscing about whatever memory had made it special, a wry smile on his face. First, he’d pick up an old, battered tennis ball that he and his sister used to play with when they were kids; next, he’d pick up a gold star made out of flimsy tin-foil that his mother had given him when he’d aced a math test at school - and so on, letting the memories of each object fill him up and warm him from the inside, providing a comfort that nothing and no one else could.
He always reached out to the photograph last.
Because, while all the other trinkets of his made him happy, this one specific trinket reminded him of a time he sorely missed - something he wanted to relive and desperately forget, both at the same time.
He reached out for it now, his fingers inching closer and closer to that creased paper, before curling around it and picking it up. No matter how many times Donghyuck saw this picture, he always - always - had to bite his lip to keep the tears from flowing. Out of habit, he rubbed his thumb against a corner of the photo, silently observing it.
It was one of the only pictures Donghyuck had of the two of you, and it held such a dear place in his heart that he’d gotten it printed, simply because he wanted to hold the love that was so evident on your faces.
The photo was simple enough when you looked at it. It had been taken at a nearby cafe, when Donghyuck, at your suggestion, had asked a waiter to click it. You’d decided on making a cliche pose, and he’d gone along with it, laughing at the idea. A tall glass of strawberry milkshake had been placed in between you two, while you and Donghyuck were seated on opposite ends. Two red straws poked out from the top of the glass, and both of you’d placed your mouths on one straw each. You were both grinning goofily at each other, your faces mere inches apart, while you stared into each others’ eyes, oblivious to the rest of the world.
It was the look in both of your eyes that made Donghyuck hold on to the photo tighter.
Because the two of you were looking at each other with so much love that it physically hurt him sometimes.
Sighing, he smoothed out a corner of the picture one last time before placing it back in its position in his drawer.
He didn’t know what had gone wrong between you two, what had made the bond between you both sour so quickly - but he didn’t blame either of you. Eventually, the two of you had parted ways. All good things come to an end, after all.
But memories last a lifetime.
And Donghyuck was determined to make this memory last.
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When Mark brings a puppy home he has to make sure that nobody else finds out.
Words: 1.1k
Pairing: Mark x Y/n
Warnings: none
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He had never been more relieved that he lived with a group of home bodies. Closing the front door softly he glanced around the dorm. The only light coming from the TV Taeil had fallen asleep in front of. He glanced down as the lump on his chest shifted. Zipping his jacket up further he quickly made it to his room.
He cracked the door open and glanced around the room confirming that his roommate was not there. Unzipping his jacket he sighed with relief and grabbed the wriggling lump inside. He laughed as he lifted it to his face. Wide eyes stared at him before a pink tongue lick at his nose. “No don’t do that,” he giggled and the spotted puppy yelped at him. “Sh! You have to try to be quiet. Nobody in the dorm can know you’re here.” He set the puppy on the floor. “Wait here. I’m going to get you some food and water.” The puppy bounced after him and tried to slip through the door. “You can’t come with me. I promise I’ll be right back.”
He closed the door making sure the puppy wasn’t in the way. A small whimper slipped under the door as he walked away. Opening the fridge he looked for something the puppy might be able to eat. What can a puppy eat? Is it old enough to have dry food or does it still need wet food and milk? Warm milk should be a safe option he decided. The glass bowl with milk in it rotated in the microwave as he looked for something else for it. He heard a small bark come from his room. Grabbing the milk and a package of sausage sticks he made it to his room before another yelp could be heard.
“I’m back. I’m back. No need to be upset.” the puppy scampered between his legs. “I know you’re excited.” he sat on the floor placing the milk in front of him. “I didn’t know what you needed so I grabbed what I could.” The puppy sniffed at the milk before lapping at it. “Okay, good. The milk was a good move.” Once it had finished the milk it sniffed at the sausage he held. “Alright boy, you wanna try the sausage now.” He broke the sausage into tiny pieces before offering it to the puppy. A giggle escaped him as the puppy’s sandpaper like tongue ran across his palm. “You like it?” he asked, offering another piece.
He jumped as the door flew open, “Hey Mark have you seen my-”
“Close the door!” Mark lunged for the puppy that rushed to the open door. “Catch him!” he yelped as the puppy slipped out of his hands.
Haechan grabbed the long haired dog and kicked the door closed. “Mark,” the man on the floor looked up. “Why do you have a puppy?“
"I didn’t mean to get him,” Mark grabbed the puppy from Haechan.
Haechan frowned, “So you somehow, accidentally, got a puppy?” Mark nodded. “Mark! How do you accidentally get a puppy?”
Mark looked panicked as he set the puppy down to run around, “I don’t know! I was walking around and I heard something coming from a dumpster and when I checked, there he was.”
“That could have been anything! A rat, a possum, a racoon, a snake, you’re lucky that it was just this puppy.” Haechan reached down to rub it. “But that also explains why he’s such a mess,” he frowned at the dirt on his hand. “Let’s give him a bath and figure out what’s going on underneath that grime.”
Mark nodded as Haechan picked up the puppy and peaked through the door, “All clear.” he slipped across the hall into the bathroom. The puppy wriggled while Mark turned on the shower, “Oh, I know, but we have to get you all washed up and not smelling like the garbage.”
Mark grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed a dollop onto his hand before gently scrubbing the wet puppy. Haechan held the puppy further away as it tried to shake the water and soap off. "Hold him still,” Mark gripped.
“Hurry up,” Haechan huffed. Mark glarred before rinsing the puppy off. “Go grab towels,” Haechan nodded to the linen cabinet.
Mark wrapped the puppy in a large towel, “There we go.” Haechan set him on the floor yelping as the puppy shook. “Now we have to clean the bathroom. Nice job.“
"Hey, he wanted down,” Haechan whined.
“Well now he’s going back to my room,” Mark picked the puppy up. “Once we dry him some more.” he grinned as Haechan glared holding open another towel.
“Look at you!” Haechan cooed as he opened his phone camera. “You’re so handsome.”
Mark opened his closet, “What are you even doing up here?”
Haechan didn’t look away from his phone, “Oh, I was looking for one of my hoodies. I thought you might have it.”
Mark heard a ping go off, “What was that?” He lifted his phone to see a notification from NCT Dream’s group chat. “What is this?” He held up the screen a picture of the puppy illuminating from it.
“I just had to share a picture of him!” Haechan smiled as he picked up the fluffy puppy. “Since we can’t tell the hyungs I wanted to share him with the others.”
Mark sighed, “How long until they get here?”
“10 minutes max,” Haechan wiggled his fingers as the puppy nipped at him.
“You were going to hide him from us,” Jaemin whined. “Why?”
“Because you guys don’t know how to keep your mouths shut,” Mark watched the puppy bounce around the room. “Plus, everybodies going to find out eventually. You can’t hide a puppy.”
“If they find out then we have to get rid of him,” Jisung frowned as the puppy scampered across his lap.
Mark sighed, “When did he become ours? I’m the one who found him.”
Jeno grinned, “But you love us so, you’ll let us love him.”
“I heard there was a puppy,” y/n opened the door and looked around the room.
“Y/n,” Mark stood to greet her. He leaned in to give her a kiss, “Hey, babe. Where’s the puppy?” her eyes locked on the ball fur licking Renjun’s face. “Oh look that you!” She scooped him up. “What names are you thinking of?”
“Names?” Mark frowned. “Um”
“Mark, you have to give him a name!” she giggled as the puppy squirmed. The puppy barked in excitement. “Sh bubby. You can’t be caught yet.”
A knock came from the door. “Mark,” Taeil poked his head in. “I thought I heard- Is that a puppy?”
tw: mentions of a dead body, psychotic behaviour, yandere themes, rip jeno(JENO STANS PLEASE DON’T CANCEL ME)
sypnosis: only two can keep a secret if one of them is dead – the peirces
a/n: GUESS WHO WROTE AHA! ah, I think I screwed this up:’) I do not condone this behaviour! (hope you enjoooy:))
you wrapped up the plastic bag clumsily before tossing it into the trash bin. heaven knew what was there. the black synthetic bag was long enough, a mushy and soft texture being felt by you whenever you touched the bag. hesitating at first, you took a gawp inside the trash bin.
“you’ve done what you’re told to right?” a husky voice startles you back to reality. turning your head towards the left of the basement, you saw lee haechan, your master. “y-yes master I have”
You looked up from your laptop as Jimin held his out to you invitingly, his eyes twinkling. The soft strains of music from the old, beaten-up stereo you’d borrowed from your mother filled the room.
“Jimin,” you said slowly, “you know I’m not good at dancing.”
Wearing a loose light blue shirt that had a picture of a bright yellow duck on it, and green pajama shorts with cartoon carrots printed all over it, you weren’t exactly dressed to dance, either. But Jimin thought you looked absolutely endearing.
“Aw, come on, y/n,” he urged, his smile turning wider. “It’s just me.”
“ ‘Just me,’ he says,” you muttered to yourself, rolling your eyes. But you smiled back at him, placing your hand in his outstretched one and letting him pull you up and out of your chair.
He interlaced his fingers with yours, squeezing them gently as he began swaying slightly from side to side, in time with the music. You stared into his eyes, hesitantly - but you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips when his eyes curved into tiny crescents when he flashed an encouraging grin at you. He moved his arms back and forth, pulling your arms along with his, and you shuffled from side to side, laughing at the sheer silliness of it all. He joined in your laughter, letting go of your hands and wrapping his around your waist instead, pulling your body closer to him. You encircled your arms around his neck.
At that point, the two of you were just spinning around in slow, lazy circles.
You leaned forward and placed your head on his chest on his chest and closed your eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Jimin brought his mouth closer to your ear and began to sing the words of the song softly, his voice strong and soothing. You found yourself humming along to the tune.
It wasn’t a dance that would leave an audience speechless, thunderous applause following every swirl, dip and turn. It wasn’t even a dance fit for a stage - but that wasn’t where it belonged, anyway.
It belonged to this bedroom, to the awkward shuffling and breathless laughter that accompanied it.
It was the best dance Jimin had ever performed.
Pairing: Park Jimin x gn!reader // Genre: fluff // Warnings: reader thinks they are a bad dancer // Word Count: 380 //
A/N: Semi-hiatus queued writing number 1 :)
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content preface- member: huang renjun; group: nct; genre: angst; place setting: ancient china, think 220 AD; content warning: divorce, crying, aftermaths of a ruined king, betrayal, friendship gone wrong; a/n- this is basically me just setting up renjun and sicheng.
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"and the divorce has been approved. you have officially erased all records of a marriage, and are now free to go wherever, do whatever you wish" renjun gasped as his brain finally registered the words leaving the lawyer's mouth.
a wave of paranoia washed over him, quickly being replaced with another wave of rage- not directed at you, not the lawyer- not anyone. the paranoia took over the anger, a convincing sprit taking home in his state of confusion, reminding him that his security blanket was now stripped away from its former glory, and his cold, hardned soul was now exposed, cut bare for the public to see, mock and ridicule. his eyes, now hazy and a shade of blood red with tears threatening to form at the corner, trailed over your figure as he saw you lacing fingers with your new lover, his old friend, dong sicheng.
dong sicheng, the ruler of Shu Han, one among the three kingdoms of Ancient China. dong sicheng, the same guy who used to be renjun's best friend, his best mate and high school wingman. the moment the clock had struck twelve on the 28th day of october, something in the sicheng he'd once known had changed. they weren't allowed to see each other anymore, and renjun had let the friendship slip away just like that. the same dong sicheng who was practically beaming lazers at him right now, his face practically devoid of any sympathy.
with a deep sigh, king huang sunk onto the golden floor, head in his hands as he began sobbing uncontrollably, not caring about who was watching, his pain and guilt consuming him whole.
"close your eyes
demons in the night
para-noia
don't you look behind"
fluff. established relationship au. no warnings. inspired by try again by d.ear and jaehyun, also the pic hoon posted </3
“why are you walking so slow?”
you let out a sigh for the nth time that early morning, turning back to face your boyfriend, who was trudging towards you and grumbling under his breath, “it’s two in the morning- i’m supposed to be asleep.”
“well, the slower you take the more time it takes to get back.” you rolled your eyes, reaching for sunghoon’s hand so that you could pull him closer to you. “and we both know you don’t want that, don’t we?”
it was his turn to let out a sigh, reaching up with his free hand to rub his eyes, “why did you pick two in the morning of all times to go on a walk, anyways?”
“why not?” you shrugged your shoulders, earing yourself a pointed look from the teen who spoke firmly, “should i list every reason as to why?”
you remained silent after that, surprising sunghoon. it wasn’t until two more minutes of walking did he speak up again, “are we th-“ he was immediately shushed by you the moment he had spoken a few words, furrowing his brows.
it wasn’t until you finally got to the top of the hill did he realize why. it was a city he’d seen a million times, yet under the pitch black sky littered with stars, it was then did he realize the beauty of it.
fluff. no warnings. established relationship au. for @yeonside happy bday bae i l word u <333
“i’m ho-“
to say you were surprised by the small crowd in front of you when you got home from school was an understatement.
“happy birthday!” the boys shouted in sync, and you heard party whistles blowing in chorus. jake stood at the front of the group, a wide smile on his face as he made his way towards you, “were you surprised?”
“i should slap you right now,” you scoffed playfully, crossing your arms. you bit back a smile when his arms snaked around your waist. he hummed, “oh? why is that?”
“i thought you forgot!” you whined quietly, aware of the six other pairs of eyes still on the two of you. “i was expecting some type of birthday message when i woke up- i even got one from riki of all people.”
“i’m sorry,” jake pouted. “in my defense, heeseung told me to pretend like i forgot your birthday. so blame him.” you chuckled when you heard a sound of disapproval from the crowd of boys behind you.
a drawn out sigh fell from your lips as you look another look around the kitchen, taking in the decor, the food (no doubt prepared by jay), and your friends. you gave your boyfriend a small smile, “i love it.”
“i love you.” jake retorted, winking and grinning cheekily at you. you heard another sound of disapproval from the boys, and saw jay gag out of the corner of your eye.
Synopsis: You have a secret that somehow, all of the boys discover before you have time to tell the father. Now, you just have to fight them to tell Kun first.
Author's Notes: I started writing this honestly because I was bored and needed something to do. I didn't expect to finish it, much less post it, so it's going to be pretty different from most of the things I have written in the past. With that said, I have also decided to make this a series, but, as this was just meant to be fun, I cannot guarantee that I will update regularly, but I will try. Also note that this is my first ever series so I hope it's ok! Please enjoy!
Part two coming soon
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Movie night with WayV happened about once a week, usually on the weekends when the boys either had a day off or didn't have to get up so early. Most of the time, you were invited to movie nights because, in Hendery's words, "movie night just isn't complete without mom and dad together!" It, however, had been a while since you had enjoyed movie night with them, having been too busy with work. This weekend, however, you had decided to join them after not so subtle but ridiculously persistent badgering from both your boyfriend and the other members, particularly YangYang.
Kun had texted you earlier in the day and asked if you'd pick up dinner, something you were only slightly surprised at. Typically, Kun cooked and, if you were over, you often cooked together. However, with deadlines and schedules, you weren't surprised that he was a little too tired to cook a huge meal for six bottomless pits. So, after ordering food online and picking it up, you showed up at the door carrying 10 pizza boxes, four two-liter sodas dangling from your arms in plastic bags because you were sure they'd want something besides water.
As you were struggling to ring the doorbell, having no arms left to reach the door knob or fish your keys out of your pocket, the door flew open to reveal a grinning Hendery who looked more interested in the pizza's that your presence.
“Can I-” he didn’t finish his sentence, looking greedily at the boxes.
“Yes,” you said, almost exasperatedly, though you were glad to be free of the burning boxes.
He grinned gleefully and took the boxes from your arms, hurrying into the kitchen where Lucas and YangYang were already waiting, each holding their own plate.
With a small laugh at the antics of the boys you’d come to love, you stepped into the dorm, only to be greeted with arms wrapping around your waist and a small kiss placed upon your lips.
“Hey babe,” Kun said, smiling softly as his eyes washed over your face.
“Do you guys really have to do that in front of us,” Ten whined, making a disgusted face as he grabbed his own plate.
“At least we have the decency to go somewhere else for our extracurricular activities!” Kun retorted.
Ten was notorious for bringing guests back to the dorms and making poor Hendery snuggle with a reluctant Xiaojun in a small bed.
“Not every time,” Sicheng pointed out, his own face morphing into disgust.
You rolled your eyes. One time to Ten’s twenty, that seemed fair.
“It was one time! And we didn’t even do much!” you argued.
“It would have been different if he had been giving you some… special attention! But instead of seeing boobs, we saw the dick we see all the time!” Xiaojun complained.
“Why do you want to see my girlfriend's boobs?!”
“Better question, why is it so normal for them to see your dick?”
“Kun-gi likes to change in front of us!” YangYang yelled, sounding scandalized.
“We all do!”
“Oh my God! Can we just watch the movie and eat?!” Hendery begged.
With that, Kun handed you a plate of food and sat down on the couch, pulling you snuggly into his side as YangYang started the movie.
~
It was late when the movie finished and Kun insisted you stay the night, something you would have denied if you hadn’t been too exhausted to think.
It wasn’t unnatural for you to stay over, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, you quite liked sleeping with Kun. He liked to hold you while he slept, which was part of the problem. You knew you’d be needing to untangle yourself from him at some point early in the morning and, if you intended to keep your secret, you’d have to do so without waking him, which wasn’t an easy thing to do. However, you agreed anyway, letting him lead you to the bedroom he shared with Xiaojun and YangYang. He wrapped his arms around you and, just like that, you were both sound asleep.
And there you were at 5am struggling to remove yourself from Kun’s hold without waking him up as your stomach churned and half-digested pizza threatened to crawl up your throat.
After a struggle that took way too long for someone needing to rush to the bathroom, you finally, successfully, pulled yourself from the bed without waking up your boyfriend, however, the early morning struggles didn’t stop there.
Stumbling through the dark, your feel suddenly got tangled up in a pair of stray shoes (most likely YangYang’s) settled precariously on the carpet, causing you to stumble and nearly lose your balance, catching yourself on the bunk bed.
Cursing, you paused your movements to listen for any wakefulness, swallowing thickly to push down the creeping bile as YangYang simply rolled over and resumed his quiet snores. Surging with relief, you quickly, but quietly, rushed from the room, not noticing a sleepy Xiaojun sitting up, watching you disappear into the hallway.
You stumbled blindly down the dark hallway until finally, you reached the bathroom, dropping to your knees immediately and hurling into the toilet, holding your hair back until someone suddenly appeared behind you, taking your hair in their hands, allowing you to clutch the toilet as your body shook with the force of the retches.
You assumed it was Kun until Ten’s voice met your ears as a hand settled on your back, rubbing soothing circles.
“Let it all out,” he said softly.
You didn’t have time to question his presence as your body shook through a new wave of nausea. His soothing motions didn’t cease, even though you knew he was probably disgusted.
When you finally finished, you weakly reached up to flush down your sick before turning around. Ten helped you settle against the wall as you struggled to catch your bearings. However, when your eyes floated up from the floor, you were met with a tired, but concerned Ten standing near the sink and a sleepy Xiaojun peering in the doorway.
“What are you guys doing up?” you asked, voice hoarse from exertion.
“I was entertaining a guest when I heard someone barrelling down the hall,” Ten explained, turning his attention to the male sleepily leaning against the door.
“When you hit the bunk bed you woke me up,” he explained through a yawn.
“I’m sorry.”
He shook his head and turned his gaze on you, eyes filled with concern.
“Why didn’t you wake up Kun?” Ten asked.
You sighed. You’d have to come clean now, because if not, they’d badger you until you did and then Kun would find out before you were ready.
“I didn’t want him to know yet.”
“Know what?” Xiaojun asked.
One glance at Ten and you could see the gears turning in his head. You simply let your eyes rest on his face, waiting for the question he was working on generating, steeling yourself when he opened his mouth to speak.
“Are you pregnant?”
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Xiaojun’s face morph, eyes growing as wide as saucers, lips parting into an ‘O’ at the sudden, accurate question.
You simply nodded before speaking.
“But you’d better not tell him if you both value having dick’s!” you warned. “I already have something planned out and you two better not spill the beans before I have a chance to tell him!”
“We won’t! We won’t!” Ten promised, a giant grin spreading across his face.
“I’m going to be an uncle!” Xiaojun piped.
You rolled your eyes and shifted off the wall to get up when Xiaojun suddenly appeared at your side, half picking you up, eliciting a small yelp from your lips.
“What the hell are you doing?!” you hissed, voice reaching a volume that would likely, accidentally, wake someone else up.
“You have to be careful now! You can’t hurt the baby!” Xiaojun exclaimed as if it should have been obvious.
With a roll of your eyes, you let him continue, crossing your arms over your chest as Ten cackled.
“Looks like you’re going to be dealing with an overprotective Jun!”
You let out a huff but resigned yourself to the fact that this was probably going to be the new normal, at least until you told Kun.
Xiaojun carried you from the bathroom and placed your feet down on the soft carpet of his bedroom floor. He slowly escorted you past YangYang’s shoes to your side of Kun’s bed where he lifted the blankets and tucked you back in. Almost instantaneously, Kun’s arms wrapped around your form, hugging you to his chest.
~
It was the next morning when the amazing scent of breakfast wafted into the room, stirring you from sleep in the best way possible. You rolled over, feeling Kun’s side empty and threw the blankets off your body, the cool morning bringing goosebumps to your skin.
Slowly, you threw your legs off the side of the bed, letting out a yawn as you scanned the bunk beds across from you, finding both beds empty.
As you stood up, your stomach shifted and grumbled, although you weren’t sure if it could handle Kun’s delicious breakfast.
Still, you made your way from the bedroom, meeting a grinning Lucas outside the room. He was standing outside the door, almost as though he was waiting for you to step out. His grin was a little more than slightly creepy and, as soon as he saw you, he began rocking on the balls of his feet like a puppy getting ready to pounce on its owner, something that wasn’t unusual for Lucas to do.
“Lucas?” you asked cautiously, already bracing yourself for the weight of the gentle giant.
“I wanna be the favorite uncle!”
At his words, you let your arms fall by your sides, a groan rising from your throat.
“I’m going to kill them,” you mumbled. “Which one of the boneheads told you?!”
“Your squeal last night woke me up, and then I heard Ten mumbling how amazing it was walking past my room!”
So your screech had woken people up. Great.
“Who else knows?”
With Lucas knowing, it was only a matter of time before the whole world did. If there was one thing Lucas couldn’t do, it was keep a secret.
“Pretty much everyone except Kun. Xiaojun said you threatened our dick’s if anyone told him.... But with as many hints and YangYang keeps dropping, it’s only a matter of time before he figures it out.”
YangYang. You loved the boy. You really did. He was so precious when he was crawling in bed between you and Kun on the nights nightmares woke him up from sleep. Or when he was crying as his legs cramped painfully. The times when he really showed just how young he was.
However, despite your love for the boy you thought of as a little brother, he truly could be a thorn in your side.
You pushed past Lucas and speed-walked into the kitchen where YangYang was, as Lucas promised, dropping hints.
“I want baby carrots and swaddled pigs in blankets for dinner!” He was saying cheekily.
“That’s a lot! Maybe I can help with that!” you said enthusiastically before grabbing the younger's arms and all but yanking him from the room.
“What?” he asked, as if he had done nothing wrong.
“I swear Yang, if you rob me of the joy of telling him, he’s going to be a dad, I will personally remove your gonads with a rusted spoon!” you hissed,
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Good luck finding a rusty spoon without searching Jeno’s bedroom.”
You shoved him lightly, glaring at him as he walked back into the kitchen, you hot on his trail.
“Good morning sleepy-head,” Kun greeted, seemingly noticing you for the first time.
He placed a soft kiss on your lips and wrapped an arm around your waist, a greeting you loved but would never get used to.
“That’s exactly the kind of thing that got you into this situation,” Hendery piped.
Kun turned around, arching an eyebrow at the male as you sent Hendery the harshest glare you could muster. He bit down on his lip, trying, and partially failing to hide a sinister smirk.
You were going to end up killing them all if you didn’t tell Kun soon, but you wanted him to find out your own way, not because six boys couldn’t keep a secret!
“Babe? Do you think we could go out today?” you asked.
“Ooooo!” all six boys cooed, nearly in unison.
“Ok, what’s going on?” Kun asked, placing his hands on his hips.
It killed you how perceptive he could be.
“You’ve all been acting funny all morning!”
His tone was sharp and commanding, the kind of tone that sent trembles down your spin and heat rushing to your core with need.
“Oh! He’s using his dad tone! He must be-”
“Yang! Shut up!” you snapped, voice raising as tears gathered in your eyes.
His eyes widened as a tear slipped past your eye, trailing down your cheek.
“Y/N… I’m sorry!”
“Why can’t you guys just accept that I want to tell him in my own way! Stop messing around before he figures it out! Because if he does, I will never forgive any of you!” your voice shook with emotion as you spoke, hands balled into fists at your sides.
You were expecting a snarky comeback about being a crybaby, but no one said anything for a good few seconds before Kun broke the silence by clearing his throat.
“Where did you want to go?” he asked.
“To our special place in the park… for a picnic…”
He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your head.
“Let’s go back to your place to prepare then,” he said.
With that, you sent one more look at the boys before following Kun back to his room to adorn yourselves in anything other than pjs.
Part of you was reluctant to tell Kun yet, wanting to wait just a little longer, but with the boys’ inability to keep anything held within the confines of secrecy, you knew you couldn’t wait any longer if you wanted to be the one to tell him.
~
After preparing a nice picnic while Kun was playing with your cat, Kun took your hand and led you to the park where you both had said “I love you” for the first time.
As you reached the grassy area, you separated yourselves from the playground where kids were playing and screaming, finding a nice shady spot near the hiking trail where Kun spread the old purple and brown blanket you’d fished out of your linen closet. You placed the brown wicker basket in the center and sat down on the blanket, pulling your legs in and curling them. Kun sat down beside you, pulling out the plates as you grabbed the plate of premade sandwiches and cucumbers, your heart pounding in your ears.
“So… how do you feel about... sitting on a picnic blanket with… more than just us?”
It was vague, you knew, but you didn’t know how to just come out and tell the truth.
He gave you a puzzled look as he retrieved a sandwich from the plate.
“Like… the boys coming too?” he asked.
Dense. Kun, WayV’s leader. The group's father. So damn dense!
“I mean like… children…?” you mumbled, heart pounding harder.
“I’d love to have children with you one day!”
“What about soon? Like… now?” you asked.
He raised an eyebrow and took a bite of his sandwich, swallowing before replying.
“Are you telling me you want to start trying?”
You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that Kun was just too dense to get it without you spelling it out for him.
“I’m pregnant,” you whispered finally, the words coming out softly as a weight lifted off your chest.
The truth will set you free.
Kun was silent for a long moment. So long, in fact, that tears of rejection were gathering in your eyes and you prepared yourself for the “it’s not mine” or “I can’t have a baby right now” speech.
However, as you were about to get up and apologize, a huge smile broke out across his face and the next thing you knew, you were being tackled back, back hitting the grass as Kun held himself on top of you, grinning like a madman.
You were too caught up in the moment to care how the moment might have looked to any onlookers. It was none of their business anyway.
“I’m going to be a daddy?” he asked.
Tears of his own were already falling down his cheeks.
You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, your throat choked up from the happiness of his reaction. So instead, you gave a simple nod, your own smile mirroring his.
He rolled over into the grass beside you and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m going to be a daddy,” he whispered this time, almost as if to assure himself of the fact one more time.
As soon as the words left his lips, your ears were met with a surprisingly on key chorus of “awwww’s,” seeming to come from behind the bushes before a hyperactive Bella was jumping into Kun’s lap, licking his face in delight.
“Wait… why did everyone else find out before me?!”
texting 7dream "im drrunkkk" because you got drunk at a party
A/N: yes they all use lightmode. also my laptop give out recently abd because of that i'm on a really old tablet so my masterlist is kinda un-updated T_T you can always request and ask for fics though!!
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x fem!reader // Genre: angst, slight fluff // Warnings: implied death, alcohol consumption, swearing, slightly suggestive at one point // Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: My first work for BTS! I really enjoyed writing this fic :D
Beta read by @masterninjacow. Header made by @reiichann. (Thank you guys so much! <3)
Summary: Two years after your death, Taehyung reminisces about his life with you, all in the form of a letter.
Dear y/n,
Taehyung paused, holding his pen in mid-air. Tears blurred his vision, but he blinked them away. He hadn’t even written anything yet.
No, he had.
Your name. It was enough to bring back memories, both good and bad. His lips curved upwards in a small, sad smile. He brought the pen down on the paper.
I miss you. Everyday, I miss you. I wish I could’ve told you that I love you, one last time.
It was his biggest, deepest regret - one that ate away at him, clawing his insides and making him feel sick. He felt a sharp pang of pain course through him, but forced himself to continue writing.
I still remember the first time I told you I love you. I was drunk, and you weren’t. You told me that I was probably just blabbering something under the effect of all the alcohol I had, but when I woke up the next morning, I remembered telling you. I always will.
“Tae!” you cried, your voice a mixture of laughter and sheer panic as he lifted you up, his arms secure around your hips, and paraded you around the room, dancing to a tune of his own. “Put me down!”
He didn’t listen, instead twirling you around, your legs swinging outwards. You lifted your head up and laughed, the sound of clear and pure joy filling your tiny apartment. Taehyung swore that it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
And then he tripped backwards and fell.
You landed on him with a grunt, your arms braced on either side of his head. You laughed harder, if possible, and Taehyung grinned at you.
“I told you to put me down!” You swatted his shoulder playfully.
“I love you,” he blurted out, the alcohol in his system making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside - giving him the courage he never would’ve had otherwise. “I love you,” he repeated, staring at you.
You froze, one hand still on his shoulder. “What?” you whispered.
Then you shook your head. “No,” you said, “it’s just the beer talking.”
He tried to protest. “No! No, it’s true. I do love you.”
“Stop it, Taehyung,” you said firmly. “You’re drunk and it’s making you say stuff.” You got off him, standing up and brushing your hands against each other. “Now, get up. Let’s get you to bed.”
And that was that.
And the time you told me you love me. That was - is - and always will be, the best day of my life, y/n. I can never forget the look on your face when you said it. We were stargazing, but the only star I could see was you. You are still the only star in my life. The only star I’ll ever need.
Taehyung sighed, leaning back on the fluffy pillows you’d placed on the ground in the middle of the meadow. He turned to look at you, watching you with a small smile as you gazed up at the stars, completely transfixed.
“Hey,” he called out, his voice no more than a whisper. You turned to him, your eyebrows raised questioningly.
He reached out, rubbing your cheek tenderly, and you leaned into his touch. “What’re you thinking about?”
“The stars,” you replied, facing up again. “They’re really pretty.”
“Yeah,” he said, smirking, “but not as pretty as you.”
“Oh, God,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “Could you get any cheesier?” you teased him.
“I could,” he grinned, “but I’ll spare you this one time.”
You rolled your eyes again, but smiled at Taehyung anyway. You turned to your side, facing him, reaching out and grabbing his hand with yours, lacing your fingers together.
“You know,” you began, looking intently at him. He squeezed your hand in reassurance. “I think-” you shook your head - “no, I know that I love you.”
Taehyung turned his head to you, a big grin breaking out on his face. “Yeah?”
You swallowed, nodding. “Yeah.”
He rubbed his thumb along the back of your palm. “It’s a good thing I love you too.”
“Really?” you breathed.
Taehyung froze, his breath caught in his throat. No one had ever looked at him like that. Like he was the only person they could see; the only person they wanted to see; a fixed constant in a constantly-moving world.
No one had looked at him like they were in love.
So he nodded, unable to form words.
And, of course, our first major fight. I could never forget that. We laughed about it later, but when it happened, all I wanted to do was kick myself for making you cry. I never wanted to see you cry. I still don’t. It was all just a misunderstanding in the end. But I’ll never forget it.
You sat down on your sofa, feeling sick. You’d thrown up twice already, as soon as you came home from work. Your eyes flitted to the door, waiting for Taehyung to come home. The door opened soon, and you fixed your gaze on the black coffee table in front of you, folding your hands sternly on your lap. You didn’t look up when he entered the room.
“Hey, love,” he greeted you, dropping his bag on the floor. You shuddered and nearly fell sick all over again. “How was your day?” he asked, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Fine enough.” Your curt reply made him crease his forehead in worry. Normally, you’d talk about everything - no matter how boring or mundane it was - and Taehyung was only too happy to listen to you rant about your day.
Shaking his head, he moved to you and tried to press his lips onto yours, but you turned your head. Taehyung frowned, straightening. “What is it? Is everything okay?”
You closed your eyes, wishing with all your heart that things might be different, that you could take back your impulsive decision to visit Taehyung at work that day and have lunch with him. When you opened them, Taehyung was staring at you, concern written all over his face.
“I-”, you began, but something in your gut twisted, and you clamped your mouth shut, not able to continue.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Taehyung sat down on the coffee table. “Are you okay?”
You shook your head, feeling fresh tears in your eyes.
“Talk to me, y/n. You’re scaring me.”
“I saw you today at lunch,” you blurted out, looking at him with your eyes wide open.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You came over to the building? Why didn’t you come over and say hi?”
“Say hi?” you asked incredulously. “Why would I want to interrupt whatever you were doing with that lady?”
“What lady, y/n?” Taehyung threw his hands up with frustration.
“The lady you were at lunch with.”
You observed silently as Taehyung’s face fell, only confirming your suspicions, and you looked down, blinking back your tears.
“You think I’m cheating on you.”
Taehyung’s tone was flat. You glanced up at him, feeling tears spill over and streak down your cheeks. His expression was neutral, but his eyes shone with unspilled tears and genuine disbelief and hurt.
“Well,” you defended yourself, “what else am I supposed to think? What with her behaviour and-”
“Her behaviour?” he interrupted you, holding up a hand.
“Don’t act like you don’t fucking know,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes. You felt like throwing up again.
“It’s part of my job, y/n.” Taehyung stood up, his voice steadily increasing in volume. “Or, in case you forgot, I’m a performer. I can’t control what other people do,” he sneered.
You felt as though your heart was being stabbed repeatedly, his harsh words hurting you more than you would’ve thought.
“No,” you whispered, “but you can control your response to them.” Taehyung stopped, his mouth open. You were openly sobbing now, your face hot and wet with all the tears you’d shed.
“Y/n, I-”
“Spare me, Taehyung,” you cut him off. “Just tell me who she was.”
He took a deep breath, nodding. “She’s a producer for one of my songs. We were just meeting up to discuss a few things.” He winced, reaching out to you, but brought his hands back to his side when you shied away from his touch. “But I swear, there was nothing inappropriate!”
“It hurt, Tae,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself, the nickname slipping easily from your mouth. “It hurt, seeing her so… friendly with you.”
Taehyung wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms, wipe your tears away and just hold you until you stopped crying. He hated himself at that point. He hated seeing you cry, and it hurt him even more when he knew he was the reason.
“Y/n, I promise, there was nothing between us,” he said sincerely, kneeling in front of you on the couch. “I am just so completely in love with you.” You looked at him, wiping away some stray tears with the back of your hand.
“I’ll quit work, I’ll quit everything until you believe me. I love you, and only you.” He grabbed your hands with his own. “You have to believe me, y/n. Please.”
“I believe you,” you said softly. “I do.” You smiled at him sadly.
“Yeah?” His mouth turned up in a half-smile.
You nodded. “I believe you,” you repeated.
I remember you talking about the house of your dreams - the house we were going to raise our children in. Guess what? I managed to find a house just like the one you described. I even bought it, and I just know you’d love it. I sold it after two years, though, to this elderly couple who wanted to live the rest of their lives together. They were so in love with each other, y/n. Exactly like you and me - and that’s why I knew I did the right thing when I sold the place to them.
“Do you want a family?”
The question caught you off-guard. “What?” you asked, leaning your head on Taehyung’s shoulder. He shifted slightly, pulling the covers closer to the two of you.
“Do you want a family?” he repeated, glancing tentatively at you.
You stayed silent for a few minutes, considering his question.
“Yeah,” you admitted, “I do.” Taehyung couldn’t help the big smile that broke out on his face.
“But I don’t want to raise kids here,” you continued. “I’d always imagined that we’d have a family in this… big house of my dreams.” You chuckled at yourself.
“Really?” Taehyung’s interest was piqued. “Tell me about it,” he urged you.
You sighed. “Well,” you began, “for starters, it’d be painted yellow. A nice, soft, warm, pastel yellow. The front door would be red, like the colour of the sun at sunset. The house would have lots of windows, and a big kitchen, perfect to dance in while cooking.” Taehyung smiled wistfully, imagining the house as you continued to describe it. “And...we’d have a little playroom for our kids, right next to the French door that would lead out to our enormous garden.” You trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words.
“It sounds amazing,” Taehyung breathed.
“I don’t know,” you muttered looking down. “Maybe it’s all just my imagination.” He squeezed your side reassuringly, promising himself that he’d try to find a house just like the one you wanted.
“Now,” Taehyung said, smirking deviously, “how many kids do you want?”
You smacked his shoulder playfully. “Two - a boy and a girl.”
“Sounds good,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose into your hair, “but I was thinking more like five.” His voice turned sultry.
“Five?” you gasped in mock-horror. “Well then, Tae, you can be the one who has to give birth to them all.”
He laughed breathlessly, going lower and lower and gently nibbling your earlobe.
“I’m only kidding, love,” he promised. “Two sounds perfect.”
“I suppose we’d better get started, don’t you think?” you asked, turning around and capturing his lips with yours.
“I agree,” he whispered against your lips. “I agree.”
Oh, God, y/n. I fucking love you so much. That’s the one thing that’s never changed. I love you, and I always will.
It’s been two years. Two years since I was left alone. I still miss you so fucking much. I hope you’re happy up there.
I know exactly what you’d say if you ever read this letter. You’d read this while I was writing it while standing behind me, your hand on my shoulder, and you’d say, “Stop being so melodramatic, Tae,” and then kiss my head.
Taehyung’s hand shook so badly that he couldn’t write for a minute.
I love you.
His fingers were sweaty, but he forced himself to grip the pen harder and press it down on the paper.
Your love,
Tae
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↳ GENRE — best friends to lovers, college(ish) au, fluff
↳ SYNOPSIS — He likes you so much, and he wanted you to know it. With the use of coffee ;)
↳ WARNINGS — swearing, the reader rolls their eyes for idk how many times
↳ WORD COUNT — 1.3k
↳ A/N — I DONT LIKE THIS. ok bye- hope you enjoy it ~ feedbacks are always appreciated and welcome mwa mwa <3 thanks for reading!
Ring ring.
you groaned, annoyed at the sound your phone is making as you lazily looked for your phone on the nightstand beside your bed. after taking a hold of it, you opened it, squinting at the bright light that came in contact with your eyes as you looked at the time. 6:27 AM.
"What the fuck? Who the hell could be calling at 6 am?" you muttered annoyingly. you checked the caller ID as your face formed a frown, "Oh, of course, who else could it be?" you rolled your eyes in a sarcastic manner as you irritatingly answered the call.
"Good morning, Love~" the voice on the other line greeted in an enthusiastic tone. upon hearing that, you could guess he was smiling.
"Don't call me love, yangyang," you said while rolling your eyes even though he couldn't see you. He just chuckled in response, ignoring your harsh word towards him. Sometimes you ask yourself, does your words even scare him? I don't think so. "Why are you calling so early? If you have anything good to say, then get to the point. But if there is none, then bye-"
"I'm outside your house." your eyes widened as you hurriedly sat up, wearing your slippers, heading towards the windowsill, opening the curtains as you were checking if he was really there.
And to your surprise, he was. Yangyang waved at you with a cheeky smile as he raised his other hand that held a bag with two coffees, gesturing that the coffee might get cold. "Hurry up!"
"What is with this boy, oh my god," you closed the curtains, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes. Yet you couldn't deny that this was very sweet of him— but then again, who visits someone at 6 am?
"Hello, my love," that voice was very familiar to you, and out of habit, you rolled your eyes upon hearing his voice. Your friends cooed as they heard what Yangyang said, suddenly questioning if you were in a relationship with the boy. "The coffee got cold that day," he added as he took a seat in front of you, handing you a cup of iced coffee. "So I bought you a colder one."
"Yangyang, why are you doing this?" you sighed, closing your eyes as you embarrassingly hid your face from your friends.
"That's a question I will answer one day." he plastered that one familiar cheeky smile as he stares at you for god knows how long, but you avoided his gaze. Your friends started bugging you as you rolled your eyes,
"I'm not in a relationship with him—"
"—yet. not in a relationship, yet." he finished your sentence even before you could, and I'm not lying when I tell you, you looked like a tomato when he said that. And what he said, made your friends wanted to know more about you two. Taking his wrist, you pulled him out of the cafeteria, away from the commotion.
After seeing that there were no more people around, you let go of his wrist as you faced him, crossing your arms. "Why did you say that?"
"What's wrong with it though? I wasn't lying."
"What- Okay, let's say you weren't lying, but why did you have to say that?"
"You'll know."
Months continued to pass by, and guess what? Nothing changed. Yangyang was still cheeky as ever, and you were still as oblivious as hell. But maybe not everything stayed the same.
You got used to those late-night morning calls from him which made you smile, unlike before. You got used to those coffees he always bought you as those actions made your heart flutter. But you were confused as to why you were feeling this. To be honest, you didn't know what you were feeling.
As for Yangyang, he was still waiting for you. He was still waiting for you to come to realize what you were feeling and what he was showing you. But sometimes he was getting impatient.
When he was about to call you, his eyes widened at the sight of your name showing up on his phone as he pinched his cheek if he was really seeing this. This was the first time you ever initiated a call. His lips formed a smile as he answered it rather immediately.
"Hi"
"Hello"
Both of you said it at the same time which made the both of you broke out in a chuckle.
"Ladies first," he said, telling you to continue what you were about to say. You chuckled in response as you nodded even though you knew he couldn't see you.
"So, I have a question," you looked down, fiddling on your fingers as your forehead releases beads of sweat, for unknown reasons. "what if you're feeling something like- butterflies in your stomach every time you talk to that one specific person? what is that supposed to mean?"
Yangyang didn't know what to say. But the only thing he knows right now is that you liked someone. But who could that be? He was curious.
"Well, that only means that you like that person." yangyang was frowning while saying that but he didn't want to be obvious, so he pretended to smile.
"Oh, well... I like you?"
That was supposed to come out as a whisper but when you said it louder than you expected, you widened your eyes as your hand found its way to your mouth, covering it out of shock.
"Oh- wait, what?" the boy was surprised as well. he stammered as he tries to find the right words to say. He was flattered, for short. He tried to contain his smile but he couldn't help it. "You like me?"
"O-oh uh, I didn't mean to say that out loud oh my god-"
"Maybe you wanna go out for a late-night coffee?"
"Is that your way of saying that you like me too?"
"Maybe."
You guessed it right. You got into a relationship after that, a strong one to be exact. All those little things he does before, he never stopped doing that.
The sun shone down on your face as you squinted your eyes at the contact. You used your hand to cover the light as you sat up, stretching both your arms up in the air, yawning at the same time.
You glanced beside you as you noticed Yangyang wasn't there. Storming out of your shared bedroom, you headed straight towards the kitchen, checking if he was there. Unfortunately, he wasn't. Or so you thought.
You noticed a pink sticky note on the refrigerator as you walked towards it, your lips formed a smile as you read what's written in it.
Hi Love, good morning! I made some coffee for you~ Drink well <3
— your lovely, yangyang :D
You chuckled at the cute note, unaware of the presence behind you. Yangyang suddenly wrapped his hands on your waist, hugging you from behind making you gasped out of surprise, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest as you hit his shoulder. Yangyang laughed at you, before planting an unexpected kiss on your lips. He retreated himself as he rested his head on your temple.
"Aren't you gonna give me anything?"
Yangyang looked at you confused, "what am I supposed to give you?" he teased you as you rolled your eyes pushing him off you, but he took a hold of your wrist, pulling you to his chest, engulfing you in a hug.
"Let's go out for a cup of coffee, love." He kissed your temple as you smiled, hugging his waist, nodding.
texting 7dream "im drrunkkk" because you got drunk at a party
A/N: yes they all use lightmode. also my laptop give out recently abd because of that i'm on a really old tablet so my masterlist is kinda un-updated T_T you can always request and ask for fics though!!
angsty (?) unrequited love. hanahaki au. warnings: mentions of blood.
“how do i look?”
you walked out of the bathroom when clock hit evening, dressed in a navy blue dress that flowed to your feet, a grimace on your face as you anxiously awaited jake’s opinion.
the teen looked up from his phone, the previous bored expression replaced with pure and utter shock as his eyes raked up and down your figure, snapping out of it when his phone slipped from his hands. you rolled your eyes as you watched him fumble with the device, a small smile rising to your face.
“you look great... amazing.. literally-“ he stopped himself, letting out a sigh, “perfect. you look perfect.”
the smile on your face had hypnotized the teen, so much so that he had completely forgotten that it was not him who was going to be accompanying you to senior prom, but instead his best friend.
“i’ve been waiting for this day for years,” you turned back to the mirror that was displayed outside of the dressing rooms, nervously straightening out your dress. “i can’t believe i’m going with park sunghoon, though. can you?”
you looked back at jake, only to be surprised when he wasn’t looking your way anymore, but instead was readjusting the collar of his shirt with an expression of clear discomfort, “jake? are you okay?”
“ye-“ before the boy could even fully speak, he coughed. every time he would attempt to speak- he would cough, and cough, until finally, it stopped.
and in jake’s hand was a single rose petal, and droplets of blood.
