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Indefinite Hiatus...

Sorry for not posting anything in a while, I’ve kinda come to a inspiration block with my writing and a little stressed out with studying Japanese so I will be going on a indefinite hiatus until I get my shit together, I guess.

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Ateez Masterlist

❃ = fluff || ◌ = angst

⇀ Hongjoong

⇀ Seonghwa

⇀ Yunho

⇀ Yeosang

⇀ San

⇀ Mingi

⇀ Wooyoung

⇀ Jongho

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The One with No Curtains (m.k.l) remains one of the best series I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading and what type of person would I be if I didn’t share this masterpiece with you all. I personally recommend that you check out the angst ending: ♡ because even though it’s utterly heartbreaking, it’s written with so much emotion that I myself got teary-eyes when I first read it. So support my girl Aspen and read her bloody amazing work my beautiful nonnies!!!!

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27,38, & 52 with Bang Chan please ♥️ Give me super fluff & silliness please. Imma turn into a smiling,giggling mess but it will be fun lol. Thank you ! ♥️

So, I know this is very overdue and I’m not quiet sure if this will meet your expectations my precious nonnie, mainly cause I leaned more towards the silliness side whilst writing it but... yeah, I have no other excuse to why it’s not super fluffy!!! But you can check out your request here: ♡

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The 3 Second Rule || Chan

Written By: Admin Chen

Paring: Chan x Reader

Requested By: a sweet nonnie

Request: 27,38, & 52 with Bang Chan please

Word Count: 836

Warnings: absolutely nothing

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“3 SECOND RULE!” Chan shouts loudly and you turn, gasping at the sight of horror of him leaning down to pick up his accidentally discarded half-eaten dakgangjeong.

“The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods,” Your hand connects with his arched back and your features instantly morphe into one of pure disgust as you place some distance between the two of you. “I will not associate myself with someone who practically eats dirt.”

“I didn’t eat any dirt!” He groans, jogging to catch up to you as you look back slightly, barely noticing the pink tinge to his cheeks.

“You nearly did.” You let out a stifled laugh which earns you a slap of your own.

“Well at least it wasn’t a full on mud pie.” He threw back at you, a proud smile playing on his lips.

“That was one time! ONE TIME!” You exclaim from embarrassment, lifting your hands to cover you deep red cheeks. You slowly drop them and look over to him with a deadly glare, daring him to say another word. “You sure you really want to do this?”

“You’re the one who started it.” He takes a step towards you, challenging you and you know that your next words have to make an impact. Oh, if he wants to play this game then you’ll make sure that you win.

“Well, if we’re gonna talk about childhood traumas then I hope you didn’t forget all the times we were in your backyard and you ate worms thinking they were and I quote ‘healthy for you.’” You smile sweetly, pleased with the shocked gasp that escapes him before you take a slow deliberate step towards him, coaxing him to try and say something worse.

“You promised to never say that out loud,” His mouth falls agape and eyes widen, unable to fully believe those words just left your mouth. His eyes turn dark as they narrow on your figure. “I hope you didn’t forget that one time we were running down the street and you ran into the old man Craig’s letterbox.”

“Oh I remember it very clearly. I remember how I was the one that got injured . I was the one that got yelled at. He nearly made me replace it for no reason, the thing wasn’t even broken... and it was all because of you!” You point an accusing finger in his direction. “I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE ANY MONEY FOR CHRIST SAKES!!!!”

You look at him, a smirk slowly forming at your lips knowing that this is the one that’ll bring Chan back to earth.

“What about when we were in 10th grade and you had a crush on that kid in our music class and you wrote that song for her. How’s it go again…” you pause trying to think exactly how it went before singing in a weird tune. “‘For a long time I laid in bed, wide awake as my mind wanders, wonders to you, thinking maybe, just maybe, are you awake thinking of me too.’”

“OH MY GOD!” He pushes your shoulder, watching you stumble back slightly as your light laughter becomes louder by the second. You turn, watching his face become more warm with every word that passes his lips, the horrific memory playing vividly in his mind. “Th-that should never make the light of day. Ever. Again.”

He looks up at you and before you know it, the two of you are laughing in unison,

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” Chan questions between his wheezing laughter.

"Maybe they'd just lock you up but that's just for being you"

“Oh, gosh… you’ve insulted me! Whatever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!” His hand lifts to rest over his heart in mock hurt before the two of you burst out in laughter, that soon turns into the sound of wheezing and mouths agape in a smile.

You both turn away from each other, the feeling of an oncoming stitch growing as you try your best to calm your laughter. The moment you turn around and his face comes into view, you both burst into another fit of silent laughter.

“I still can’t believe that you actually ate worms for nearly a whole year before your mum found out.” But it was your next words that had you doubling over in laughter, finding it hard to breath. “But that song is what I think about in my darkest times.”

“Hey! I told you to forget about that” Chan’s hand collides with your shoulder in another light hit, only causing you to laugh even harder at the expense of his embarrassment.

“You should’ve known that I’d never forget about it. It’s one of my many leverage tactics” You giggle, shouting “I’ll still be teasing you about it even when we are 93” as you run away from him. his faint “HEY!” drifts through the air mixing in with loud footsteps crashing against the concrete.

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AB6ix Masterlist

❃ = fluff || ◌ = angst

⇀ Youngmin

⇀ Woong

⇀ Donghyun

⇀ Woojin

⇀ Daehwi

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The Boyz Series

❃ = fluff || ◌ = angst

⇀  Let The Games Begin || collage au series      PARING  ⇀  Reader x Hyunjae, Reader x Jacob  ⤷  A love triangle between the sweet best friend; Jacob and rival prankster; Hyunjae. The only thing you didn’t expect is for your horrendous bet with Hyunjae to do more damage than good. ⤷ Masterlist ❃ ◌

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[ 2:07 pm] You bury your face into best friend!Mark’s chest, crying over Jaehyun rejecting your confession. While comforting you, a sickening self-pity sat in best friend!Mark’s stomach knowing he wouldn’t have you to cry to if he ever was in your situation. How could you wipe his tears when you would be the reason behind it?

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I fucking love best friends to lovers and I ult minmin hnnnnnnnng

Me too man!!! Friends to Lovers is a superior plot concept to me. You can go so many ways with it. Want it to be fluffy and show how they slowly fall for each other? Want it to be angsty where maybe y/n [or your idol of choice] falls for the best friend but they find out he [or she] don’t love them back [my heart broke a little dude ( ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )] It’s just so versatile as a plot concept. Most request I make involve best friends to lovers [also enemies to lovers but don’t get me started on that] I also request certain plot concepts based on their personality.

Minho [or as I like to call him; minhoe] is such a bias wrecker. The boi needs to put his seat belt on and stay in his lane. He can’t be swerving on Chan like he does. Ults also put you in a mood when they simply appear. I get in a whole new mood whenever eunhyuk does something, I’m like a girl going through her first love. Nobody can take my little anchovy’s spot, hyukjae will forever hold my heart!!! - Admin Chen

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that lies felix au is so cute wth :( my heart felt so mushy omg that was a masterpiece, um is it possible if you do something similar to that for minho bc the kissing scene stole my heart and shot it right through the sky :(

Okay, to start my short and sweet tangent [cause that what it's gonna turn into], I want to apoligise for taking so long to post this scenario and all I can say is that I have no proper excuse other then I've been hella busy. I really happy that you like Lies, it is one of my absolute favourite fics on this blog because i relate so much to some certain aspects in the plot [being australian and all] and that kissing scene will forever be one of my absolute favourite kiss scenes i’ll ever write.

So truthfully, this scenario is nothing remotely related to Lies and its not really fluff [but kinda is] so I hope you'll forgive me for not making it fluff or similar to Lies, but I truthfully didn't want to have two of the same scenario's on the blog but I none-the-less, had a lot of fun writing this as much [if not even a little more] as my other scenarios. I’m also hoping you’ll notices other aspects in the plot that steal the show [you’ll have to read it to know what i mean]. It is also a little more on the suggestive side in some parts too, so this is just a pre-warning if you don't like reading that sort of thing.

You can read the scenario here ♡

- Admin Chen

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Mine || Minho

Written By: Admin Chen

Paring: Minho x Reader

Requested By: for a sweet ass anon

Request: Is it possible if you do something similar to the Felix Lies scenario but for Minho, because the kissing scene stole my heart and shot it right through the sky :(

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Okay, so truthfully, I did write it completely different to Lies just because I didn’t want to have, what could be considered, two of the same scenarios on my blog but I also have to say, that it is verging on the more suggestive side of what I did consider my pg13+ blog, so read at your own risk... do I have to change the blog rating just because of this post?

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You stand on the opposite side of the front door to your best friends dorm, your wet clothes binding to your skin like cling wrap. When the door finally opens, you sweep a strand of damp hair off your forehead whilst offering Minho your best ‘hey-I-know-I-came-over-unannounced-but-please-let-me-in’ smile. However, all you got in return is an unimpressed, deadpanned expression.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he gives your drenched rat-like appearance a once over as a look of disdain sets in over his features. “It’s pouring, you’re… drenched and do you even know what time it is?”

“Well hello to you too.” you push past the slightly taller male as he shuts the door, turn on the balls of his feet to follow after you.

“You didn’t answer my question Y/N. Why are you here at this time?”.

“Can’t you see?” You twist slightly with a knowingly obvious expression before turning back around and walking into their kitchen. Once you are standing in front of the bench, you drop the snacks in your hands. “I bought snacks and you have movies. Can you figure out the rest?”

“This isn’t the time to be joking around. You could get really sick or what if you slipped on the way and injured yourself or a car skidded off the road because of the rain, Y/N?” he follows you through to the kitchen, not taking a single spare breath as he gives you a lecture on all possible outcomes and his worry starting to make his rant sound erratic. “What is someone saw you walking alone, you’re a girl and most men think girls are easy targets. You could’ve been kidnapped or murdered. These are all things you have to think about especially since it’s so late”

“Why are you getting so worked up about this? It’s not like you’re my brother.” you retort in the hopes that he’d stop with the lecture as you take a large bowl you’ve found from the cupboard next to the sink before turning around to face him.

“No but I am your best friend, so why wouldn’t I care?” you look away, the feeling of defeat swells in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry but I wasn’t hurt Minho.” You look back and make you way over to him. “I’m safe and right next to you, nothing is going to happen to me tonight.” Your features softening with reassurance as you place a comforting hand on his arm.

“God, your hands are so cold.” he encases your hand within his, your breath hitches before your lips twist into a smile at the sudden contact that radiates from the warmth spreading through your enclosed hands and a blush instantly dusts across your cheeks as he dragging you behind him to the direction of the bedrooms. When you walk over the threshold of his room, he drops your hand from his and your stomach drops in pity as you silently watch him rummages around his room for something. He suddenly turns around and quickly walks to his bed, grasping hold of something dark grey before swiftly turning to face you. He comes to a sharp stop before you as he gently drops something soft over you hair, rubbing back and forth.

“Dry yourself and get changed into the clean clothes okay.” You cheeks deepen to a more vibrant red as he hands you a shirt and a pair of sweatpants [a/n: so close to writing tracky dacks and then I realised that nowhere else in the world knows what they are] before he places his hands on your shoulders, turning you around and pushing you out his room. You turn slightly to look at him to see him silently communicating for you to get a move on. You look down to the ground as you make you way to the bathroom with a small smile playing on your lips as you remember the way he holds your hand.

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You exit the bathroom only to be greeted by the sweet buttery aroma of warm popcorn. You look up and around before you eyes settle on Chans’ figure leaning on the wall opposite you.

“Your face in the kitchen was a sight to behold.” He pushed himself off the wall, slowly pacing his way over to you before he comes to a standstill next to you. He gently places his hand on his shoulder, slightly lowering himself to your height and the feeling of his warm breath wisps across your ear causes a light blush to coat your cheeks. “Too bad Minho is too dense to see the hold he has on you.”

You shriek away from his hold, alarm written all over your features as you turn to make sure no one witnessed what just happened or the secret Chan let slip into the world, which causes The older boy to let out a low laugh at your actions.

“Sh- shut up Chan!” You stutter due to embarrassment as your hand collides with his upper arm in a gentle slap which only cause him to laugh even more.

“You’re not denying it though” His laugh dies down as his sly words cause your blush to deepen and his contagious smile causing a smile to lace your own mouth. “I can help you, you know.”

“There’s nothing you can do that I haven’t already tried.” Your smile falters as you look away from his face, disappointment settling into the pit of your stomach. You eyes widen as you see Minho standing at the end of the hallway, silently staring at the two of you and you know it was due to the look of surprise that is most likely lacing your features, is what made Chan turn his head slightly too see the way Minho’s expression hardens into an unknowing glare.

Just as you take a step towards your best friend, Chan grasps hold of your elbow, lowering himself down to rest his lips against the shell of your ear and because of his close proximity and the feeling of his scorchingly hot breath hitting your skin, you unknowingly hold your breath as a warm heat to set in over your cheeks and all the way to where he is breath hits against your ear.

“What if you change the way he looks at you, change your relationship... spice it up,” you look up just as he directs his attention past you and because of the way you’re facing, you miss the way minho’s hands ball tightly into stark white first as he shakes in silent anger as his eyes connect with Chan’s taunting ones, a sickly cunning smile playing on his lips. “All you’d have to do is shift the atmosphere between you too one filled with more… sexual chemistry.”

“St-stop joking around.” You flusteredly look at him, not being able to believe those words left his mouth.

“Y/N…” Minho’s voice breaks you out of your trance “The movies about to start.” You turn around to see him walk a few steps before he slows momentarily to give you some time to catch up to his pace as your mind in clouded with Chan’s words of wisdom.

You sit down on the cold leather, a shiver traveling down your spine that causes your skin to ignite in a visible layer of goosebumps. This doesn’t go unnoticed to Minho and he silently throws the blanket that was once resting on the lounge arm next to him, gently over you. You look up in slight surprise to see him gently smile down at you and this small generous action causes your heart to skip a beat and a small smile to twitch at the corners of your mouth and you return his kind gesture by sharing the warmth the blanket provides with him.

Without warning, your attention is taken away from Minho, with the sounds that are coming from the movie that has just started transforms into background noise and directed over to Chan as he leans over to you quietly.

“You know, this would be the perfect opportunity to try out what I told you about before.” Chan whispers with a smirk playing on his lips as you eyes widen and you whip your head away from his scrutinizing eyes, the warmth returning as a pink blush dusts your cheeks. You shift your eyes slightly to see Minho’s eyes on the screen and your heart drops slightly to see his attention not on you. You feel a nudge on your arm that causes you to look back at chan to see him trying to telepathically encourage you to do… something… anything.

You take a deep breath of courage as you dip your hand under the blanket that is draped over both you both before placing your right hand atop his jean-clad thigh to give it a gentle squeeze. Out of your peripheral vision, you notice the way his eyes grow wide in both shock and anticipation as you begin to slowly trace your fingers softly along the length of his thigh, rising your hand slightly higher each time.

You eyes briefly flicker to his face to see him draw his bottom lip between his teeth as his own eyes flutter close due to the sensation your fingers are producing and as it starts to radiate through his body, you feel confidence course through your veins as you direct your eyes back to the tv.

Upon hearing the quiet whimper that escapes Minho's mouth due to your hands ceased movement, his reaction instantly brings a smug smirk to grace your lips. You don’t spare the boy a single glance as you hoist the warm brown fleece blanket off your body before rising from your seated position and to your feet.

As you shuffle past Chan, he grasps hold of your wrist to halt your steps and gain your attention. “Do you want me to pause the movie?” He queried as you miss the way Minho’s gaze stays intensely trained on the way Chan gently hold your wrist, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin.

“No it’s okay.” Was all Chan needed to release your wrist and turning back to the tv before him to play the move once again. You may have missed the way Chan strategically directing his attention to your retreating figure for longer then needed but Minho sure didn’t.

Pacing your way to the secluded kitchen, you reach high towards the ceiling and grip the cabinet handle. Opening the door wide, you reach forth and clasp one of the tall and slender glasses before turning to face the sink. Lifting the glass under the tap, you turn the handle with a C on the right side in the indicated direction, dispensing the transparent liquid into the glass up until it is half filled.

Lifting the tempered glass, you take a sip as the shuffling sound of footsteps breaks through the silence around you. As you lower the glass into the sink, you feel the tender touch of arms winding around your waist as you feel the warm breath from the mysterious man as it hits your cheek. Turning around in his arms, you are greeted by Minho’s face remarkably close to your own, his eyes dark and expression

“You are playing a dangerous game out there,Y/N.” Minho leans in close, his breath fanning across your lips.

“And here I thought you enjoyed the thrill of a dangerous situation.” You feel a rush of courage as you coo in a teasing manner, raising your hands to sit at the back of his neck, tangling with his hair.

“Oh, believe me, I do.”

“Then what’s there to complain about?” you whisper against the shell of his ear, not missing the shiver the travels from where your hands are positioned, all the way down to the base of his back. “Now, as much as I would love to continue ‘this’,” You pause as you reposition your right hand to trace your index finger down his cheek to the base of his neck slowly as you look back into his eyes. “I’m almost positive one of the boys have noticed our absence.”

Lightly pushing against his chest, you step away from him and walk out the kitchen. Making your way back to the lounge room, you seize your previous spot under the warm blanket, noticing how empty the room has become. You heart is racing a million miles an hour as you bury you face in your hands out of embarrassment and disbelief of your own behaviour.

“Has Minho’s behaviour changed towards you?” Chan questions as you cross your legs. You feel your heart speed up a little as the memories of how Minho was in the kitchen floods your mind causing a pale pink blush to settle on your cheeks as you look down, just missing the way he turns slightly behind him to look in the direction you just came from.

You hear a small laugh come from Chan and when you look up to see why, he lifts his arm to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear as a complacent smile forms at his lips. This surprisingly gentle action causes the light blush tinting your cheeks to deepen.

“We should go to the arcade again, don’t you think?” He quietly suggests as he lightly traces his fingers along your forearm.

“Arcade? What arcade?” You confusingly utter, inadvertently naive to what his true actions are.

“Remember…” he looks at you with a ‘just-play-along’ expression. “When we went to the arcade the other day? I think we should go next time… but j-just the two of us.” He shyly lets out, this time he is the one to have a blush cross along his cheeks as he removes his fingers from your skin, clasping them in this lap. The blush dusting your cheeks deepens to a dark red at his reaction.

You shift your eyes around the room in unease as you fidget with the the cuff of your hoodie sleeve until they settle on Minho’s figure standing at the edge of the room. His eyes darken as he silently glowers in what looks to be outrage.

The next few seconds seem to pass by as fast as it is slow. Your eyes growing wide at the clear stone cold glare Minho is giving Chan as he grasps hold of you hand, pulling you off the lounge as his gaze stays intensely trained on the older male.

“Don’t think you can conveniently butt in!” Minho throws over his shoulder as he turns on his heel not leaving any room for Chan to respond. When you reach the middle of his room, the two of you stand in complete silence, your eyes trained on your feet as Minho observes the world outside his window.

“What did you mean before?” you finally break the silence as you raise your eyes to see Minho whip his head in your direction.

“Are you actually serious?” He scoffs in disbelief. “Am I nothing but a game to you?”

“Of course not Minho” he doesn’t miss the hurt that flashes through your eyes. “Why would you ever think that?”

“You’ve been messing with me with each touch and ever breath but the moment Chan even looks at you, you’re under his spell.”

“No I’m not” You say defensively.

“I’ve been by your side y/n. Me!” he places his hand against his chest. “Not Chan but me.”

“Then why have you never done anything to change…” you point between you two exaggeratedly. “...Us?” You notice the way his eyes darken as he takes a slow steps, closing the gap between the two of you which causes your heart to pound faster. His face inching closer as you feel his warm breath dance across your lips as he lifts his hand to cradle you cheek.

“Then how about I change it now.” His whispered breath mingling with yours as he embraces your lips in a soft kiss. You close your eyes, completely entrapped in the minty taste radiating from his mouth and soft feeling of his lips.

He slips his hand from your cheek and moves it to tangle in with you hair at the back of your neck, pushing your lips firmer against his own. At the feeling of his other hand trailing down your arm to rest against the small of your back, you lift your hands to wrap around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. He pulls you closer to him, the warmth from his body washes over you as you feel his tongue sweep across you bottom lip and you unconsciously open you mouth, not even attempting to fight for dominance.

He suddenly disconnects his lips from yours, both of you breathing heavily. The feeling of his lips firmly pressed against your own, still whispers over yours and you slowly open your eyes to see him already looking at you through hooded lids. He then silently dives down to you collarbone, peppering gentle kisses along the soft skin in a slow and teasing manner, knowing full well that you won’t be able to resist his touch any longer.

You tilt your jaw to the side with a hitched breath, fully exposing you neck in the process as he gently nibbles against your sweet spot. His hands held a gentle yet firm grip onto your hips, pulling you closer to him as he roams his soft touch from the soft skin of your neck to the curvature of your collarbone.

“So…” He whispers through heavy breathing, looking you directly in the eyes with an intense gaze. “Has anything changed?”

“Yes…” You connect your lips in another gently soft kiss.

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2,45 and 34 for felix pleaseee 🥺 btw merry christmas author-nim ❣️

Hello my noonie.

I’m so sorry this took so long to post, I’ve been extremely busy with work at the moment but it is finally out there in the world. I also hope it lives up to your expectation especially since it did take so long to complete and you can read it here ♡ . I also had an amazing Christmas even though it was hella hot and how was yours? My god, I love being called author-nim. It make me feel so hightone and important... I want more~

- Admin Chen

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Courage || Felix Drabble

Written By: Admin Chen

Paring: Felix x Reader

Requested By: for a anon

Request: 2, 45 and 34 for Felix

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is cute and pure fluff with a tinge of angst but nothing that’ll make you not want to read all of this.

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The sound of shuffling feet hitting the snow is what fills the silence encasing you and pulls you out of your thought filled trance bit it was the deep “ow” that follows a low thud that makes you turn around expecting to see Felix standing behind you. However, you are instead greeted with the sight of his body sprawled over the snow covered road which causes a snicker to escape your lips as you piece together what happened.

“Need a hand?” You walk over to him, extending your hand out as another snicker leaves you.

“Don’t laugh!” he whines as he grabs you hand for you to help he to his feet before dusting the snow off his black coat. “That hurt a lot you know.”

You say nothing as you quietly observe him take a step, only for him to slip on ice. This time a proper laugh leaves you as you watch Felix loses his balance, flailing his arms all over the place in an attempt to steady himself. He latches his hands onto your right arm just as he slips again, pulling you down to the ground in the process.

You close your eyes and brace yourself for the impact but instead, Felix was able to pull you to his chest mid-stumble, taking the brunt of the fall. You place place your hands flat against the soft cotton that is his black hoodie, pushing against his chest as you open your eyes to see that he is already staring back at you. You feel your cheeks grow warm as a light blush dusts them once you realise how close your faces are and Felix’s slowly deepen to match yours. He then lets out a awkward cough as you roll onto you back, studying the night sky as a deafening silence fills the air.

“Are you okay?” You voice is barely above a whisper as you turn your head slightly to look at his side profile.

“Yeah, are you?” His question no louder the your own. He glances over to you, catching you in the act as a small smile graces his lips at your reaction.

“Oh… um…” you titter as you hastily shift your eyes back to the sky, embarrassment settling in the pit of your stomach. “Y-yeah, I’m okay.”

When you hear him mutter “that’s good,” you hesitantly look back to silently watch the way he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue to catch the snow that falls upon it. A quiet laugh leaves you as you vividly remember the way he fell.

“Are you drunk?” You lightly chortle.

“What? No,” he tilts his head to observe your features. “But you do look kinda blurry.”

You let out a booming laugh that mixes in with Felix’s deep one before you both fade into a comfortable silence as you gaze at each other, neither of you willing to turn away.

“You know, I wish we could stay like this forever.” You finally break you gaze from his, looking back to the dark sky as you lift your hands, catching the small white specs.

“Like what?” He question you.

“In this moment, where there’s just us and nothing else matters.” you eyes bare into his as a content smile graces your face.

“Y/N,” He pauses, his eyes flicker around you before he hesitantly whispers in a quiet tone. “I’ve been in love with you my whole life.”

“What?” You eyes widen in pure shock and you reaction causes panic to swell in his stomach and slowly course through his veins with every passing second.

“I.. uh” he lifts himself to stand. “I have to get home. You see… um, I have an early practise tomorrow.’  He sharply turns, walking the direction you just came from as you stare after him.

“Felix wait,” By the time you are standing, Felix is already able to place a vast amount of distance between you two but that doesn’t stop you from chasing after him as you call his name.

“Felix, please stop for a moment.” You finally catch up to him, grasping his elbow to halt his movement as you catch your breath. “I want to talk about this.”

“Just forget about it” he hastily gently pulls his arm out of your grip, turning to look at you with a dejected smile.

“But I…”

“Please! He begs, cutting you off as he looks away from you.

“Okay.” You mutter, turning around and walk a few steps before stop, turning slightly to bid Felix goodnight.

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You raise your hand into a balled fist, gently knocking against the timber door of Felix’s dorm before dropping it to hang next to you. You gather the ends of your long sleeves into a bundle between your fingers and rock on the balls of your feet out of nervousness as your heartbeat accelerates whilst you wait patiently. In response to your knock, you hear a muffled “coming” and the sound of shuffling from the the other side wood and you let out a shaky breath as it suddenly swings open, revealing a exhausted looking Felix gaping at you.

You force a wide smile onto your lips in the hopes it will get you invited inside the warm room without complaint but instead of a friendly welcome, the slightly taller male groans as he pushes the door closed as soon as he notices it you.

“Felix,” You push against the door, hearing the soft click of it closing as you follow him through the dorm. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Why are you even here y/n?” he walks through the lounge room as the other boys occupying the room watch you follow him like a puppy.

“You can’t dodge my question with your own. That’s not how this works.” You pass over the threshold of his room, turning slightly to swing the door shut behind you before turning around to see Felix take a seat in front of his computer.

“Well it is now,” He mumbles under his breath low enough that you are barely able to hear it and scarcley paying any attention to you.

“I just want to talk Felix?” you grip the end of his chair, turning him around to face you. You place your hands on the armrest on either side of him, leaning forward as a serious expression plays on your features.

“Well I don’t.” He pushing your hands away, twisting the chair around to face the computer again.

“Why do you always run away.”

“I do not.” He nonchalantly replies, eyes staying tained on his computer as you watch him open what looks to be some sort of music program before he leans over to pull a leather bound book off the top shelf of his desk.

“Yes you do. You’re doing it right now. You won’t even look at me when all I want to do is talk, is that so hard to do?” You sprout in frustration as you take a few steps back.

‘Yes, so please just drop it.” He turns to face you slightly. His tone laced with annoyance and his eyes glinted with seriousness.

“Can you please just talk to me Felix!” you suddenly exclaim, throwing you hands in the air and all he does is stare at you as an uncomfortable silence fills the space around you, insinuating that you can talk. You think over what exactly you’re going to ask and with each passing second, you heart rate picks up as a little flutter fills your stomach. “Those things you said yesterday, did you mean them?”

“Why does it even matter?” He lifts himself off the chair, walking past you and his bed, over to door.

“Just tell me the truth. Stop running away!” You beg as you turn around.

“Yes okay,” a frustratedly annoying sigh passes his lips as he stays facing the direction of the door. “Are you happy now?”  

You take a shaky breath, using all the confidence you can muster as you silently walk to him. You say nothing as you grasp his arm, turning him to face you before you gently grip his shirt between you fingers, pulling him to you as you crash your lips against his.

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Time || Doyoung [part 1]

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Written By: Admin Chen

Paring: Doyoung x Reader

Requested By: Absolutely no one

Based Off: nothing but my pure imagination

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: this is filled with angst and 

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You lay absentmindedly in your bed, studying each dent and every crack that litters the ceiling above your head as a heavy sigh escapes past your lips. You shuffle under your covers to lay on your right side as you lift your arms to rest under your pillow, drawing your legs into a fetal position. You look up, your eyes connecting to the dark outline of the closed door that you know is actually an off-white colour.

Yet another sigh leaves your mouth as you flip back over onto your back. Your eyes slowly drift back towards the ceiling as you repeat the same task of studying it again as you contemplate whether or not you should go see him.

Slowly, you lift yourself to sit, leaning against your pillow. Drawing your legs to your chest as you find your eyes wandering back over to the door. Your heartbeat accelerates against your ribcage and your stomach drops as a light flutter feeling sets in, knowing that this is all from you permanently making your final decision.

You grasp hold of the edge of your doona, lifting it off your body and swinging your legs over the side of the bed to connect with the cold wooden floor in a low thump. You rise to your feet and slip on your slippers before walk towards the door, only to come to a nervous halt before it.

You lift your hand, ready to grasp hold of the door handle only for your hand to absently hang in the biting winter air as your nerves and worries slowly start to consume your thoughts. You breathe in a long and deep breath to clear your mind of any negative thoughts that may want to continue to lurk. Taking one final deep breath, you lift your hand once again to grasp hold of the handle, opening the door.

You first peek your head through the small gap you’ve made, to be greeted by pitch black darkness that envelopes the hallway. As you slowly swing the door open, a long and delayed high pitch creak follows in its wake, causing you to breathe in a sharp intake of air to make sure that anything that follows is complete and utter silence.

When you are sure that it is silent enough, you step out into the hallway and turn to your left. Taking slow and deliberate strides, you think what it is exactly what you’ll say to Doyoung, how exactly you express your sorrow to him. Once you come to a halt in front of his bedroom door, you lift your arm as you ball your hand into a shaky fist, ready to come into contact with the smooth wood but instead you let it fall to hang absently next to your hip.

You lift your other hand to rest over you clothed chest, feeling your rapid heartbeat pounding against your chest before turning to look at the bedroom door that you left ajar as a shaky breath passes your lips.

‘I have to do this now otherwise I’ll just regret leaving it for so long’ is what you instantly think as you turn your attention back to the door in front of you. A quivering breath leaves your mouth as you raise you balled fist once again with the intent to knock gently on the door. However, just before you can, it suddenly swings away from you as a startled gasp leaves you.

Looking up, you take in Doyoung’s shocked expression that he quickly masks with his stone cold stare he reserves for whenever he’s angry. As your eyes adjust to the darkness and he becomes more clearly defined against the dark background, you notice his dishevelled appearance. 

His dark brown almost black hair, depending on the way the light hit the strands is a dripping wet mess, obviously from hastily running his hands through it. The semi-damp white towel that is resting around his neck is strongly grasped in his hands. The dark navy crew neck shirt that hangs loosely against his torso from its overly large size and your gaze wanders over his white and black tartan pants before wandering back up to meet his.

“What do you need?” Doyoung questions, his stare nothing less than cold which causes you to intake a sharp and short breath of air due to nervousness.

“I originally came to apologise but in the end, I don’t regret what I said. I know...” just as you were about to get to the most important part, he cut you off.

“You don’t regret it. I can’t believe you Y/N, do you even know how harsh your words come across?” Doyoung huffed out is frustrated bewilderment.

“Harsh words? What harsh words?” You exclaim, hardly able to swallow the words you just heard. “While I apparently have my harsh word, you don’t seem to realise the way you treat me.”

“And how exactly is it that I treat you?” He exclaimed in the exact same manner.“I’m disappointed, disappointed that you don’t even realise.” You scoff quietly to yourself as you turn, walking away from him.

“How am I supposed to know what you talking about if you won’t tell me?” He questions, following after you.

“I shouldn’t need to tell you when you’re treating me as a fool Doyoung.” You turn to face him, the pain not only evident in your tone but also evident in your eyes and this expression catches Doyoung off guard.

“A fool? When have I ever treated you like that?” his tone is no louder than a soft whisper as he digests your words.

“Everyday Doyoung...” you pause, turning your head away from him, closing your eyes as a tear slowly travels down your cheek. 

“You always wear this mask, walking around, flaunting this facade with the hopes that no one will get close enough to hurt you again. You’ve placed a bubble between yourself and the world. Put a protective wall around your heart so that you won't ever be betrayed again; never have to feel your heart break in two. The thing that hurts me the most is that you not only put distance between yourself and the world but also between us and it breaks me every time.” He carefully listens to you, unable to say anything as his words a lodged in his throat.

“I'm supposed to be your best friend but instead, I feel as though I am walking on thin ice around you. You’re a brother to me Doyoung. The most important person in my life. The person who knows me the best and yet I’m the last person to know anything that is happening to you. You break my heart and you don’t even know that you’re doing it.” You let all your unspoken feeling come flooding out before him as tears stream down your cheeks with absolutely no signs of stopping. To Doyoung, this is something he’s never experienced. He has never seen you look distraught, shattered... perturbed.

“I’m... sorry.” was all he choked out.

“Is that all you can say sorry” You scoff, roughly wiping your tear stained cheeks as you look away from his face in disdain. “Don’t bother talking to me until you figure out whatever's going on with you. Not that you talk to me anymore anyway.” You mumble the last part under your breath but he heard it loud and clear just before you turn sharply, leaving him watching you retreat back to your room.

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Inner Thoughts Series

Hello all my angles and nonnies, welcome to my Inner Thoughts corner. 

I have decided to start this new series where you can request an inner thought on any situation. For example; reminising how you first meet someone or small reasons for why you wake up every morning. So please feel free to request away huns.

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⤷  Can’t Play Anymore

⤷ What Could’ve Been

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What Could’ve Been

Inner Thoughts Masterlist

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You reminisce in the velvety timbre of his honeyed words pondering on just how ‘important’ you were as you watch the clock hands gradually turn, mingling the sorrow that consumes your present spilling into your future. You turn your head to the dark abyss above, jealous that the sun know what he is doing right now as you are enveloped in darkness. How many more sleepless nights you will have to endure before your mind ceases to wandering thoughts to him. Wondering thoughts of memories from long days and lonely nights. Wondering thoughts that twists into heartbreaking daydreams you will never be able to experience and wondering thoughts of possibilities and what could have been but no longer presents itself.

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Can’t Play Anymore

Inner Thoughts Masterlist

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He touches you at night, only to abandon you when the moonlight begins to fade and the sunlight peaks up to start a new day. The doors of your bedroom open and your heart aches as he fades away into the world outside your walls. He becomes nothing more then a stranger during the day as you are left alone without a second glance. You are no longer content with being his ‘dirty little secret’ anymore. Your heart is at stake because the rules have changed and you no longer want to play his game.