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mika. 30. brazil

i write about nct 127 and nct dream in english and portuguese and only fluff, angst and suggestive.

eu escrevo sobre o nct 127 e nct dream em inglês e português e apenas fluff, angst e sugestivo.

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summary: A sizzling summer of sexy singles and the search for love awaits you in Fiji! You’re nervous, excited, and— confused? Why is your ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jaehyun, here? And why are you starting to second guess your rekindled friendship?

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a/n: this is just the beginning of this little storylne! In case you wonder what villa layout I'm using, I'm going based on the USA villa (#brinity4ever) Enjoy and if you want to get a read on the rest of 127's time in the villa, check it out here!

dividers from diviniyae and robinavitchslut

"Hello, Islanders! I heard there was a party going on!" You shout, lifting a bottle of champagne with a loud whoop.

This is it, the moment you never thought would come. Countless months of interviewing and emails with producers, weeks of being locked up in a hotel room, and a history of bad boyfriends have led you to this moment. An opportunity that not many can say they've had, but now you can.

The table surrounded by your now fellow islanders goes from frozen looks of shock to loud cheers, making you smile as you begin your stride toward the table. The nerves you felt just a few minutes ago have thankfully turned into excitement and confidence. And why not? You feel more beautiful than you ever have before, dressed to the nines and done up like a model as you strut toward the approaching group.

There's too many people that greet you in quick succession for you to get a good look at everyone's faces or to fully catch any names. Somewhere in the hurried introduction, a name and a flash of a familiar face catches a memory in the back of your mind. You don't get a chance to focus on it as the next person approaches you with a hug and a smile. Luckily, you're soon sitting around the fire pit with a cold flute of champagne in your hand and a clear view of everyone's face from your seat on the far edge of the sofa.

You're mindful of your body language, exuding confidence with perfect posture, a bright smile, and casual tosses of your hair over your shoulder while everyone goes down the line to introduce themselves.

You lift you glass to your lips just as the last guy sits forward and immediately you choke, curling forward as you croak out, "Jaehyun?!"

"Do you two know each other?" One of the girls, Bella, you learned her name was, asks, her head swiveling between the two of you.

You nod, clearing your throat, "he's best friends with my ex."

"Was," Jaehyun quickly corrects, cheeks rosy, "we're not friends anymore."

One of the guys, Sam, speaks up, "whoa, what happened there?"

"Jaehyun was the one that told me I got cheated on," you reply, hoping it comes off as nonchalant and not hurt. Lord knows your ex has done enough damage to your self-esteem, you don't need his mess to affect you in the villa too.

Murmurs erupt around the group, a mix of surprise and consolation. You shrug it off, answering questions that the islanders toss your way. You go through the usual spiel of your age, job, where you're from, last relationship, and length of said relationship.

"Wait, what's your type?" One of the guys, Leo, asks.

You hum thoughtfully, "I don't really have a type physically. I think I prefer a guy who is silly and makes me laugh, kind, good values, loyal, a gentleman, and respectful. In any sort of connection I just prefer to build a friendship before focusing on the romantic aspect."

Another guy, Ben, smacks Jaehyun on the back with a smirk, "you have an in, dude!"

You're quick to dispute any romantic interest in Jaehyun before the girls pull you for a chat. The girls break down the current couples of the house but reassure you that no one is closed off quite yet. Everyone is still feeling each other out and obviously the partnerships were based on initial physical attraction, though some girls seem more eager to close things off than others.

You all chat for a while, giving each other your worst date stories before you hear a throat clear behind you. "I was sent to call you over for your boys chat," Jaehyun states awkwardly as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

You laugh softly, taking his extended hand as you step down from the platform and bid the girls goodbye. "Funny seeing you here," you tease with a gentle nudge of your elbow.

"Of all the places on earth," Jaehyun chuckles in agreement.

The conversation with the guys goes almost identically to you conversation with the girls, but it's so obvious that some of the guys are laying the flirtation on thick. One day in the villa and they're already thirsting for the next piece of meat on legs. You wonder if they're actually here to find love or have fun. Despite that, you accept all their compliments, absorb all the information they're giving you, and even let Tony give you a tour of the villa.

Tony is nice, handsome and definitely confident. He walks you through the villa, showing you through each area. "And here we have the bedroom," he tells you with a dramatic wave of his hand, "this is mine and Mei's bed, but it can be you and I's if you play your cards right."

Somewhere on the tour of the second floor, one of the couples, Sam and Luna, join you before you all end up on the last stop, the kitchen. You're not sure how much time has passed, but you're both exhausted and happy to snack on chips while you make conversation with everyone around you.

When bedtime is finally called, you're grateful to be in a fresh room, clean faced, and in a soft bed. You settle beneath the covers and sigh happily. The first day is done, you survived and everyone seems nice. The apprehension you felt just a few hours ago is long gone, and you're relieved to have been welcomed warmly.

Over the course of the next couple days, you make your way around the villa, getting a feel of every guy, well, almost every guy. You're polite with Jaehyun but also hyper aware of how odd the situation is. You never felt romantic feelings for him when you hung out before coming on the show, so why would those feelings be there now? He was handsome, sure, that was undeniable, but why put forth effort for something you already know isn't there?

You've spent most of your few days in the villa getting to know the rest of the guys, feeling out potential vibes and connections. No one has fully blown you away, but you know you're looking to build a solid foundation of friendship before diving headfirst into romance.

Tony almost immediately took himself out of the running with his joke on night one and the fact that he is hardly subtle about keeping his gaze on your face and not your chest when he pulls you for conversations. The other girls have shared their same experiences, so it's pretty clear Tony is just there for a summer of exploring rather than actual love. He also seems incapable of talking about anything but his gym routine, his meal prepping, and his muscles. Conversations with him never seem short enough.

Thankfully, the other conversations go semi-better. Sam manages to sneak Luna into every conversation you two have which makes you melt. In the course of the week, you find yourself even giving him advice on how to woo Luna, you already love them together so you won't be stepping on any toes there. Ben is also nice, he's funny, but tells you after just a couple conversations that he's not feeling any romantic chemistry with you. You can't fault him for his feelings and you appreciate his honesty. All signs lead you back to Leo.

Leo has been nice. You both have a decent amount in common and he's very keen to get to know you, constantly pulling you for chats that always end with you clutching your stomach with laughter. As fun as the conversation are though, nothing clicks right away. There have been no sparks, but you force that self-sabotaging voice to shut up. Your journey will have to take some time, especially since you want to build a friendship first. You just have to take it all day by day.

At the end of the first week, in the middle of your conversation with Leo, your phone dings loudly. "I got a text!" You shout, jumping to stand up on the couch, "Islanders, tonight there will a recoupling, boy's choice. As bombshell, I will get the opportunity to have first pick of the boys."

The boys cheer excitedly and the girls eye each other nervously. You dance excitedly on the bench, stopping only when you hear a snort of laughter from the kitchen. You stop, a playful glare focused on Jaehyun, "I get first choice, Jae. If I were you, I'd be flirting my ass off instead of laughing at someone else's happiness."

"I'm not laughing at your happiness," he rolls his eyes playfully, "I'm laughing at those horrible dance moves."

Your jaw drops in mock offense as he shuffles away to a lounger to chat with his partner, Maya. You bid Leo goodbye as you seek out his current partner Jade to let her know where your head is at. You don't want it to be a shock to her and you certainly don't want to let your decision ruin the friendships you're already forming.

"You have nothing to worry about," Jade reassures you with a tight embrace, "I know you're not in the best spot, coming in as a bombshell and having to steal a guy. I really appreciate you letting me know though."

You let out a long exhale, slumping back against the swing seat while wiping fake sweat from your brow, "you're the best. Seriously."

Just a few hours later, when the sun has set and the cool sea breeze has begun to blow, Ariana, the host, struts toward the fire pit where you're all waiting anxiously. She smiles at you all making small talk about your experiences so far before she instructs the rest of the girls to stand in front of the fire pit and calls your name, "as the bombshell, the first choice of the first recoupling is yours. Who would you like to couple up with?"

You exhale softly, wringing your hands together as you stare ahead nervously over the flames of the fire, "I want to couple up with this person, because he's been super nice and we have good conversations. It's early days, but I think we're on the right track to building what could be a great relationship."

"So the guy I would like to couple up with is…" you pause, "Leo."

Leo beams as the islanders around you clap and cheer. He keeps an arm around you as the rest of the villa goes through the recoupling. You're hardly able to focus as your heart returns to it's normal heart rate after the anxiety of making a speech and choosing your first partner.

"Jade, as the only girl not in a couple, you are now single and vulnerable," Ariana recites, making your stomach lurch with guilt, "but you're journey isn't over yet. Get your flirt on, make some connections, and I'll see you all soon."

The tension lifts at Ariana's words immediately. You give a casual pat to Leo's thigh before crossing the deck to hug Jade and apologize once more for leaving her single. She waves you off, jokingly telling you that now she has the upper hand to get first dibs on the next bombshell to enter.

The next day, you find yourself refilling your water bottle when someone clears their throat harshly behind you. You jump at the startling sound and turn to find Jaehyun standing there with an amused smirk, "can I pull you?"

You nod, taking a sip of water before following him up the stairs to a sunken daybed that's been named with neon lights, 'Soul Ties', "don't make a habit of scaring me as your greeting."

He holds out a hand to help you down the steps before you settle into the pillows with a hum, ignoring the unexpected spark of warmth at his touch. Jaehyun extends his arms on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out before he turns his gaze to you, "so I noticed you've been avoiding me."

You cough, cheeks hot at his bluntness, "I would hardly call it avoiding. I'm being polite, getting to know everyone, taking advantage of getting to know new people and all that."

"You've had a conversation with every guy but me since you got here. Hell, you're even talking to Tony more than me and I know he doesn't make eye contact. Yeah, you have been polite, but you've been super…" he trails off.

"Charming, beautiful, and amazing?" You offer with a smile.

"Awkward." He corrects with a straight face, "Look, I know the last time we saw each other wasn't the best time, but we were friends. We can still be friendly here. I don't want you to feel awkward around me or feel like you have to avoid me because I was the cause of your last relationship ending."

"No way!" You quickly interrupt, reaching out to place a comforting hand over his own, "my last relationship ended because of his shitty actions. You were the messenger of the unfortunate news but I don't fault you for anything. You were incredibly brave and kind to tell me that. I'm really sorry I've been weird around you. I don't want to ruin your experience here or make you feel like you can't talk to me either. You're right, we can be friends again. It's actually really nice to have someone from home here."

"It is nice," he agrees with a soft smile before letting out an exhale of relief, "How's your mom?"

Your brows furrow in confusion as you reel back, "you remember my mom? When did you guys even meet?"

"One time I had to drop you off at home when you got too drunk. You told me your parents' place was closer so I took you there. Nice lady," he explains simply. From there, it's easy to get lost in conversation. You both reminisce on your time before the villa before any drama even went down for hours, hardly even noticing the sun slowly sinking on the horizon.

In the midst of your laughter, a pair of slapping sandals draws your attention toward Maya, Jaehyun's partner who stands with her arms crossed and a smile that looks sweet at first, but the longer you look up at her, the more irritation you see. "You guys have been up here all day! I almost forgot you recoupled with Leo last night," she laughs brittly.

Jaehyun clears his throat as he stands, holding his hand out to help you up, but Maya's gaze burns, so you instead get up by yourself. "We were just catching up, we're old friends, remember?" he attempts to ease the tension.

"Right, friends. Glad to see two friends getting close. Let's go, Jae," Maya instructs, wrapping a hand around his wrist to drag him off before you can even get another word in.

The tension Maya brought with her makes your hair raise and want to get away as soon as possible. Still, you can vaguely make out Jaehyun's voice telling her, "I'd actually prefer if you called me Jaehyun."

You amble down the stairs with your brows pinched, walking across the lawn toward Jade who sits on a lounger beside Leo on pool deck. Leo perks up, patting the spot at the end of his chair for you to take a seat, "hey there!"

"What's with that look?" Jade snorts.

Your gaze is drawn back up to the second floor, where Jaehyun and Maya sit outside the beauty room in a conversation of their own. "I just had the strangest interaction with Maya, like she was mad I was talking to Jaehyun, who I've already said is just a friend, or something," you mumble as you set your water bottle down.

"Oh shit!" Leo laughs as he sits up, "I thought you were avoiding him because the girls had already given you the full rundown. Maya is… she's intense."

"Intense how?" You ask slowly.

"She waltzed in on night one and refused to actually take part in the ice breaker challenge until she had conversations 'of substance' with each of us guys because she's not looking for a summer fling—" Leo explains before Jade cuts him off.

"She's here looking for a husband," Jade chuckles as she twists her hair up and clips it back, "she deemed Jaehyun the most husband-like of all the guys and has her claws sunk in him. It's only a week in so obviously he's still taking it slow. I think her before bed conversation is how many kids she wants."

"Sheesh," you wince, "she does sound intense."

Leo runs his hands through his hair with an amused smile, "beside that, you had a good conversation though?"

"Yeah, no more weird vibes," you confirm before playfully narrowing your gaze between your two fellow islanders and a lazy point between them, "reigniting sparks here?"

"We were actually planning a threesome between the three of us," Jade quickly responds.

You tense, blinking blanky at her. Leo reaches over to smack her arm as he begins to cackle, Jade joins and you slump down in relief, joining in on the laughter. You wipe tears away from the corners of your eyes, "I think the two of you are going to be a problem for me."

Jade shrugs with a bright smile, "you'll learn to love it."

That night, after avoiding Maya and her harsh glare, you jump onto your bed and pull the covers over your legs. Leo is on the far side of the room practicing some kind of handshake with Ben. Jaehyun flops onto his back on the bed beside your own, his microphone discarded on the bedside table between your beds. Being in the bed beside Jaehyun and Maya never felt weird before, but now it does. You're overtly conscious of your actions as you keep your gaze low and pull off your microphone, winding the cord neatly.

"Hey," you hear Jaehyun say.

You peek over at him from the corner of your eye, feeling your cheeks heat at the sight of him. His hair is messy and damp from his shower and chest bare and tanned from a week in the sun. He looks unbelievably comfortable in his pajama pants but also unbelievably handsome with his glasses on. You don't trust your voice and instead arch your brow at him in response.

"Do you still like vanilla lattes?" He asks as he turns on his side to face you.

"Yes…"

"Awesome, I'll whip one up for you in the morning."

You don't even get the chance to dissuade him when the rest of the girls come pouring into the room. You instead lay down, turning to face Jade now in her own bed on the opposite side to make conversation before Leo comes to bed.

You're nearly asleep, Leo is knocked out beside you as you turn away from your partner to find a more comfortable position, when you hear a soft whisper of your name. You open your eyes, gaze unfocused for a second before you see the soft wave of Jaehyun's hand, "good night."

You pull the covers higher to conceal your smile before whispering, "good night, Jae."

a/n: There's plenty more to come including growing closer, the challenge with the kiss, and more ~tension~!!!! feedback is encouraged and appreciated <3

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[lovesuhng]

"how can you be so hot?"

part 2 of umbrella and hot chocolate 1.9k / fluff, neighbors to lovers

The interaction that happened on that rainy day, along with the hot chocolate, was the starting point for you and Johnny to become a constant part of each other’s lives—without either of you even realizing it.

The encounters in the apartment hallways, especially when you were both heading out to your respective universities, started happening more frequently after that day. Johnny also showed himself to be someone you could trust, always ready to help. Like the day you had gone grocery shopping and came back home loaded with bags and, noticing how clearly you were struggling to carry them, Johnny appeared almost like magic, offering his help.

“You’re always showing up to help me, huh? Like a hero.”

Johnny laughed and blushed at the comment you made that day.

But the unexpected meetings between you didn’t happen only inside the building. You had decided to take a walk in the park near your place as a way to get back into healthier habits when, after a while, you ran into Johnny, jogging alongside a golden retriever.

“I swear I’m not following you or anything,” you said, raising your hands as if freeing yourself from any guilt, while Johnny laughed at your (attempted) joke. “Who is this most beautiful thing?” you added, crouching down to pet the dog, who immediately lay down at your feet.

“This is Flower, my aunt’s dog,” Johnny said, amazed at how, in such a short time, she already seemed completely comfortable with you. “Whenever I have some free time, I usually take her for walks here in the park.”

“Because it would be impossible to keep her in that apartment, right?”

Johnny nodded in agreement.

“She usually doesn’t get along well with strangers, but she loved you.”

“But I’m not a stranger.” You finally took your eyes off the dog and looked at the man in front of you. “I’m your friend, right?”

Johnny froze for a moment, then smiled. He was happy to realize that, little by little, he was getting closer to the woman he had a crush on, even if, for now, it was just as her friend.

“Well… it was nice meeting you, Flower.” You stood up and held out your hand to the dog, who promptly placed her paw in yours, leaving both you and Johnny impressed. “I won’t interrupt your walk anymore. See you later, Johnny.”

“Wait!” Johnny practically shouted, instantly getting your attention. “Don’t you want to walk with us? We can drop her off at my aunt’s place and then head home. If you want to, of course.” He said, scratching the back of his neck, a little nervous about your answer.

“I’d love to.”

That day, you walked together, talking, sharing funny moments from your lives, especially from childhood, laughing with complete ease. Later, you briefly met Johnny’s aunt, who was absolutely lovely in the short time you talked, and you caught yourself wondering what Johnny’s parents might be like. You didn’t notice when she winked and gave Johnny a thumbs-up, as if to say “she’s the right one for you”, which left him embarrassed, holding back a smile.

Those encounters, along with the messages you exchanged over the following weeks, made you even more interested in your neighbor, that you felt nervous every time you saw him. Still, you doubted he felt anything for you. What you didn’t know was that the same thing was happening in the apartment next door.

Johnny found himself torn between telling you that he had liked you for a while and the fear of ruining the closeness that had taken so long to build, afraid you might see him as nothing more than a friend or neighbor.

But everything changed on a Saturday afternoon.

You had bought a new shoe rack and were having trouble putting it together. So why not ask your neighbor for help?

You thought about sending a message, even typed it out a few times, only to delete it again. In the end, you decided to go to his apartment instead. You were nervous, and even standing right in front of his door, you considered turning back and trying to assemble the thing on your own one more time. But you took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

You heard a muffled “wait a second” from inside. A moment later, the door opened and the scene in front of you made you momentarily forget how to breathe.

Johnny appeared slightly out of breath, his hair damp with sweat, shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts, completely normal, considering he was alone. Still, it felt like he had stepped straight out of one of your most secret thoughts.

Your gaze dropped before you could stop it, slowly taking in his broad shoulders, the rise and fall of his chest with his heavy breathing, and the perfectly defined lines of his abs. When you realized you’d been staring for far too long, your face heated up and you quickly looked away, focusing on some random spot that suddenly seemed incredibly interesting.

You cleared your throat before letting out a soft “Hi,” quieter than you intended. Johnny took a moment to respond, and a brief silence settled between you, he had noticed where your eyes had been. He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit you’d already noticed whenever he got nervous, and let out a short, slightly awkward laugh.

“Hey. Sorry, I was working out. I didn’t think I’d have company, so I didn’t really…” Johnny explained, gesturing over his shoulder toward the inside of the apartment and then at himself, unsuccessfully trying to justify why he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“No, it’s fine!” you nodded way too fast, interrupting him, trying to sound normal, clearly failing. You silently prayed that Johnny couldn’t hear how hard your heart was pounding at the sight of him. “Sorry for interrupting, I’ll just-”

“No!” Johnny hurried to say. “I was already done. Did something happen?” His voice dropped slightly.

“Well… I bought a new shoe rack,” you explained, trying to focus on literally anything other than the shirtless man in front of you. “I thought I could put it together by myself, but I guess that’s not really one of my skills.” You laughed nervously. “Can you help me? It doesn’t have to be right now.”

Johnny smiled, finding the way you got flustered, and tried so hard to stay focused after all that embarrassment, adorable. “Of course I’ll help. Just give me about twenty minutes to take a shower.”

You thought that once he was dressed, you’d calm down. But just the idea of spending more time around him was enough to make you nervous all over again. You tried to blame it on your hormones, but you knew you were just making excuses.

Johnny was already in your apartment, kneeling on the living room floor, trying to organize the pieces scattered around from your failed attempt at assembling the shoe rack. You stayed close in case he needed help, but instead you found yourself watching every little detail of him: the way he furrowed his brow while adjusting a screw, how his arms flexed unconsciously during the process, the small glimpse of his tattoo whenever the sleeve of his white shirt slid up, the sweat starting at his forehead and trailing down his neck, the way he bit his lower lip when something didn’t fit right away.

Every movement made him even more attractive, leaving you nervous, your heart racing in a completely unexpected way. Just as unexpected as the words that slipped out of your mouth:

“How can you be so hot doing something like this?”

The silence that followed was broken only when Johnny choked on his own breath, his hand flying to his chest, eyes wide. You rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and handed it to him. He drank it quickly.

“What?!” he asked, his voice louder than he meant it to be, and in that moment, you just wanted to disappear. Your face burned as you scrambled to explain what you’d just said.

“I-I mean, you-you know, that’s not what I-well, it is, but-ugh, I don’t know!” Johnny’s initial shock slowly gave way to an overwhelming urge to laugh at how completely tangled you were in your own words.

“Fine! I think you’re really attractive. Handsome. Polite. Funny.” You listed his qualities on your fingers, gesturing way more than necessary. “Lately, I’ve caught myself wanting to kiss you more than once.” Your voice softened. “I don’t know if it’s my hormones, but I think I’m actually starting to like you.”

Silence settled in again, as if Johnny were processing everything you’d said, making sure it wasn’t a dream or something his mind had made up. Then he set the glass of water down somewhere on the living room floor and stepped closer to you, who now stared fixedly at a random spot in your apartment.

He spoke again, calmer this time. “It’s funny, because I’ve been liking you too, for a while now. Even before that umbrella and hot chocolate thing.” You looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise. “I just didn’t know how to get closer. And later, I didn’t want to ruin what we were building. That friendship you talked about back at the park.” He continued. “But lately, I’ve realized it’s not just a crush anymore. I’m falling for you. For real.”

You swore your heart skipped a beat. Johnny Suh liked you too, long before you’d even realized he existed.

Johnny stepped even closer, gently touching your face, smiling shyly as he watched your cheeks turn pink once again.

“If you still want to,” he said softly, “I really want to kiss you too.”

You didn’t answer. You just grabbed his shirt, and the look in your eyes was all the confirmation Johnny needed before his lips met yours. The kiss started slow, careful. Johnny was afraid of ruining everything, even after waiting so long.

His lips were warm and soft, even better than you’d imagined over the past few days, and the tenderness with which they moved against yours made your heart stutter.

Johnny sighed against your mouth, sending shivers through your entire body. His hand rested at the back of your neck, caressing gently before deepening the kiss, drawing a soft smile from his lips. Even as it grew deeper, the kiss wasn’t rushed, there was desire there, and your hands, now roaming over his back through his shirt, carried just a hint of mischief that made the kiss last longer than it probably should have.

You didn’t realize when you ended up lying down on the living room rug, pulling Johnny down with you. The need for air eventually forced you to break the kiss and your foreheads were resting together. Johnny looked into your eyes, as if trying to memorize every second of what had just happened.

“That was way better than I imagined,” he said, pressing a lingering peck to your lips, like he never wanted to pull away.

“And you really thought about me that much?”

“All the time,” he confessed, smiling, half shy, half emotional. “I imagine you at a family lunch on a random Sunday. I imagine holding your hand. I even imagine our wedding, with Flower bringing the rings.”

“Johnny!” you laughed, giving him a light tap on the shoulder as he laughed too, just picturing it. “Let’s slow down, okay? You’re rushing things.”

“Sorry, I just want you to know that when I like someone…” He gently ran his fingers through your hair, holding your gaze, completely serious. “…I really mean it.”

And that afternoon, with the shoe rack only half assembled, you pulled him into another kiss, this one a little more urgent, allowing yourself to imagine a future with the sweet man who lived right next door.

[lovesuhng]

essa foi uma das fanfics que mais me diverti escrevendo mas flopou legal 👍🏻

[lovesuhng]

não sei se vocês sabem, mas sou muito que louca por costas e desde que esse vídeo foi lançado ontem, estou obcecada pelas costas de johnny suh… vou ter que dar um jeito de adicionar algo relacionado a isso na fanfic que estou escrevendo

[lovesuhng]

o johnny ele é muito homão. tipo, homão de costas largas, coxas musculosas, que vai montar um armário de cozinha sozinho e sem olhar o manual de instruções, sabe? energia de homem

[palmkisses]

insults i wish i could tell     ⭑     nct dream

includes  :: [ 2.4k ] enemy!nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). enemies with the dreamies but their voice cracks when insulting you because they can’t handle how much they want you. aka a bunch of cliche enemies to lovers plots ft nct dream. possessiveness yessir. mild profanity. obliviousness. they’re so in love it hurts. enemies to lovers but not really done right yknow ( they’re not always enemies ). y/n is ? easily irritated and annoyed idk why i didn’t write them as a badass so.trigger warning my writing is horrible in this omg. all mistakes are unintentional !!!!

authors note, enemies to lovers oh how i love you my dearest. also why are these so long 😭 smth came over me when writing chenle’s ( the first one i wrote ) and suddenly they all needed to be around four hundred words. but ! please enjoy lovelies 💛 ( reposting this because my last post was NOT letting me save my edits )

haechan’s topic of insult was worse than if he actually insulted you. he flirted. flirted so much until you snapped, until you spun around and slapped him ( it happened once. he still didn’t shut up ). he was so, so irritating. it had you clenching your hands into fists, it had you biting your tongue to stop from screaming, hitting, yelling.

“hi pretty.” haechan slid up next to you, leaning against the locker next to yours, and you wanted to immediately swing on him. his voice was the only thing he needed to annoy you to the point where it drove you mad. 

“no,” was all you managed to say in return. and he cocked his head to the side in faux obliviousness.

“no?” he repeated innocently, trailing after you as you attempted to speed walk away. “what ever do you mean by ‘no’, sweetheart?”

you grit your teeth. “i mean no, by go away, leave me alone, fuck off — whatever it takes for you to get the hint.” your fingers flex at your side as you pick up your pace.

he calmly kept up with you. “all worked up for me?” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you closer, your side pressing against his as haechan ducked his head slightly, breath panning over your ear. “don’t go making me feel special,” he whispered.

when trying to shift out of his grip fails, you send him a second sharp glare. “i despise everything about you,” you seethed, only earning a grin from him, and that infuriated you further.

“that’s my role, sweetheart,” haechan spoke happily, still bouncing alone with your long strides. he sent smiles to whoever gave the two of you curious looks as you walked through the halls.

when you finally managed to scramble out of his grip he just slid his hands in his pockets, kept up pace right beside you. walking in silence until you broke it by turning to him. 

“why are you still next to me??” exasperated and annoyed, peeved further at the way his smile only grew.

“i like being next to you,” he answered smoothly. and there was something underlining his tone, but you were too irked to bother analyzing it.

“i don’t like being next to you,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “fuck off, haechan.”

“i like the way you say my name,” haechan hummed, “say it again.” 

that earned him an aggravated sound.

cute.

chenle, the loudest, most irritating and grating voice you’ve ever heard. his laugh is worse. squeakier, higher pitched. louder. like that’s even possible. his smile turns into a smirk when seeing you, and your stare turns into a glare. he’s prone to pestering you, as if he couldn’t get enough of your snappy ‘shut up’s and snarky retorts.

“you look like a mess,” he hummed as he fell into step beside you, noting your ruffled look. as if you had just gotten out of a fight.

“you’d know, wouldn’t you?” you responded smoothly, not bothering to glance his way.

he grinned. “well i see you every day —” he cut himself off with a laugh when you finally sent him a sharp glare. “you’re so sensitive,” he said, amusement still tracing his tone. and when you didn’t respond he let out a small breath. “so who was the lucky person that got to throw a few punches at your face?”

“no one,” you bit, tensing slightly. “leave it alone.”

chenle’s expression dropped just slightly, and he quickly stopped you from walking by reaching out and grasping your forearm. “who was it?” he asked again, something flicking in his gaze.

“no one,” you repeated, pulling away from his grip. “there was no one.”

chenle stepped closer into your space, and you stepped back. it continued until he cornered you, your back hitting a wall, and his hands were placed beside your head. he ducked down slightly until your faces were at eye level. “bullshit.” he whispered, voice low. lower than you were used to. eyes darker than you’ve ever seen. it made your skin itch at the unfamiliarity. 

his hand moved and gripped your chin, turning your head to the side as his other hand came up to brush his fingers over your cheek. and you winced slightly. “bruise forming here,” he said, and his hand traveled to your temple, grazing there. “redness.” and he reached to grab your wrist, tugging it up. “blood,” he eyed the faint red staining your knuckles.

you went quiet, slinking down slightly as you glared up at chenle, lips pressing together to form a thin, unimpressed line. you tugged your wrist back, letting it fall back to your side as he easily let it go.

chenle leaned closer until you were practically breathing the same air. his eyes scanned your face, and he whispered out a singular word. “who.”

jisung was the quiet type. quiet until you get him worked up, or until he’s in proximity of ten feet of you. because then, he’ll start jabbing insults your way. nothing out of the blue, instead whispered retorts when he took notice of your mistakes. a quiet, mocking scoff that no one else hears.

you tried to not let it bother you. and often, it didn’t. but it still gave you that feeling; hyper awareness of every movement you made, wondering if jisung would somehow find flaw in that. the tension whenever you noticed he was in the same room, because you could feel his eyes boring into you, trying so hard to find something to poke fun about. 

“you’re always staring,” you spoke one day with a random burst of confidence, turning in your seat to face jisung. he blinked, taken off guard. “why?”

he blinked again, fingers fidgeting against the desk. “i’m not,” he denied, lips downturning slightly, the start of a frown.

“you are,” you disagree, wondering if you’d ever had a conversation that’s this civil with him . . . ever.

“i’m not,” jisung repeated, gaze flicking to the side as if he could find a way out of this conversation. which confused you, because he never backed down from making even the tiniest comment about the way you’re sitting — your posture, anything.

you pressed your lips together, and conflict flickered through jisung’s eyes. but it was gone before you could mention it. and he opened his mouth. “maybe i am,” he agreed slowly. “but only because it’s perplexing to me how you’re still in this class. aren’t you failing?”

and you made the same caught off guard expression that he had earlier. you knew the chance of respectful conversation wasn’t possible for jisung, but part of you had let yourself hope for a moment. “i’m not,” you repeated his earlier statement.

the start of an amused smirk twitched at his lips, and he quickly schooled his expression. “your last test score doesn’t prove that.”

“so you were looking,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow, expression expectant.

jisung once again found himself going quiet at your words. he felt his ears burning in embarrassment, sputtering out a response. “a giant red 50 at the top of the page is hard to miss.” he tried defending himself.

“but you were looking.” you almost found yourself grinning.

“i was not —”

jeno loved to try and be your typical bad boy. the ones who wore sleeveless shirts just to show off, the casual heartbreaker without even breaking many hearts. he was all smirks and testing your patience. he was particularly fond of you — or bothering you, to be more frank. but one can say you were fond of bothering him too. you both had been butting heads for god knows long, matched spitfire insults, biting words, and dagger sharp glares. 

you could go every day without ever seeing lee jeno again, but here he was, as always, to ruin your day. always up in your face, always looking at you. hands shoved in his pockets as he stayed quiet. knowing that just his presence near you would be enough.

it always was.

because you always reeled on him, always spun on your heel to make some pissed off retort even despite the fact that he hadn’t even done anything. “can you go away?” you threw your hands up slightly, disgruntled.

“something bothering you?” jeno questioned, voice pitched just enough to be teasing, leaning in closer.

“you,” your eyes narrowed as you jabbed your pointer finger at his chest. he glanced down at the motion, and leaned closer.

“am i? i haven’t even done anything.” always playing dumb. it was on repeat in your routine, endlessly.

you pressed your lips into a thin line, hand falling back to your side, and he looked at your hand once more before back up to your face. always in your face. and it took half a second to realize how close he had actually leaned in. if he leaned in an inch closer —

but you didn’t back down. a simmering tension settling in the space between you and him. a piercing silence ringing in your ears, unwavering under his gaze.

his hand came up, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head up and face him better. you still held. at least until his gaze flicked down to your lips, up again, and down once more. you pulled away with a ( flustered ) huff, trying to calm down your racing thoughts and the fluttering in your stomach, your focus flicked over jeno’s features, annoyance piqued when all you saw was that irritatingly neutral smirk on his face.

you hated yourself for getting affected. it was jeno. what else could you expect?

renjun was so easily annoyed. every little thing you did pissed him off to his wits end. you always had to make everything so much harder than it needed to be. and every time you acted like you did nothing wrong. especially when the world hated you both and ended up in pairs for projects.

“why do you always have to make things so difficult??” renjun half exclaimed, letting out a groan and wanting nothing more than to knock his head against the lab table. he reached out to snatch the object in your hand away, earning a small annoyed sound from you, and he could care less.

“read the instructions!” you responded, shoving the paper in his face, and he snatched that from your hands as well, scanning down the words. 

“we’re supposed to pour in the — before the —” renjun stumbled over his words, completely bewildered that you could get it so wrong. he set the instructions down on the table too calmly for his expression. he sucked in a small breath, before moving and practically forcing you out of your spot in front of the materials. “just let me do it,” he mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, letting out a sharp sigh.

an annoyed sound came from you, but you gave up anyway. you always did. not that you wanted to leech off him to get a good grade, simply that after he got irritated, renjun wouldn’t let you touch the project anymore.

you slouched forward, elbow on the table as you rested your chin in your palm, lips pursing in frustration as you honed your attention on his hands, silently watching him work, trying to permeate the air with your annoyance. 

which he obviously picked up on, eyes flicking up to you. “you’re so difficult,” he muttered after a silent moment, his grip on a pencil tightening for a split second. and there was something behind his words. something you couldn’t identify, but the most you knew he wanted to yell at you again.

you made a face. “you’re so difficult,” you repeated the words back to him, earning another quick exhale. it almost sounded regretfully amused.

renjun rolled his eyes at your words despite, but he moved his hands, sliding the instructions over to you. an offer. silent, grudging, but an offer despite. 

he didn’t say anything else, just continued working. hands diligent, not looking up at you anymore.

jaemin had a painful tendency to care for you when he shouldn’t. every time you found yourself in trouble, he would be there, tugging you away as you tried pulling out of his grip, cursing at him. he’d shoot back, calling you an idiot for getting caught up in the situation. 

“i’m not drunk,” you argued, trying to push away. he had you held close as he maneuvered through the crowd, gaze hard.

“maybe not, but you’re obviously not thinking straight if you’re letting creeps get that close to you,” jaemin snapped in return, effectively shutting you up. for a solid minute.

“how were they creeps?” you scoffed, still trying to get out of his grasp.

jaemin only held onto you tighter. “they were all over you.” and he pulled you outside, pausing to let his gaze travel your body, making sure you were alright. “creeps,” he muttered in one final confirmation that he wasn’t letting you go back.

you went quiet again, finally letting yourself get pulled along, arriving at his car, and he opened the door to his passenger seat, urging you to sit.

“i‘m taking you home,” he answered your question before you asked it.

“what?” your eyes widened slightly. “no — let me go back!” you complained, watching him blink at you before he let out a sigh and pushed you to the seat. you sat down despite yourself, watching as he leaned in to buckle you. “jaemin —” 

he sent you a small look that once again got you to shut up, and you slouched in your seat slightly, grumbling. he moved to the driver's side and climbed in, the silence stiff as he started up the vehicle, a low hum from the engine filling the space.

you watched the scenery change as he drove. you didn’t bother asking how he knew the directions to where you lived. and just because you couldn’t help it, you spoke again. “why do you always butt in like this?” he glanced at you before back at the road. “you’re always coming in whenever just to annoy me —” you continued on your small complaint of how he always seems to be there. 

the longer your words went on, the tenser he got. his grip on the steering wheel was too tight to mean nothing. “yeah, doll. just to annoy you,” he muttered, exhaling slowly. you were so insufferable.

[lovesuhng]

como pode ser tão fofinho estando em uma academia???? 🥹🥹🥹

[lovesuhng]

vendo que a @gabzsun está colocando músicas do 5sos como títulos das fanfics, quero compartilhar uma tristeza minha

tem duas bandas que são as minhas favoritas da vida, que me acompanham desde final na infância, adolescência e vida adulta: mcfly e 5sos

eu demorei 16 anos pra conseguir ir em um show do mcfly e agora iria realizar um sonho adolescente que era ir em um show do 5sos (dia 18/09)

porém, vou precisar fazer uma prova do governo que é obrigatória fazer quando termina o curso e ela cai dia 20 de setembro, então não vou conseguir ir no show e isso me deixou triste de uma forma que eu não esperava

espero que isso seja um sinal de que algo melhor vai acontecer no futuro 🙏🏻

(irei vender meu ingresso assim que puder fazer a transferência)

[gabzsun]

WANT YOU BACK // JOHNNY SUH (ENG VER)

── .✦Johnny Suh × Fem!Reader, fluff, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, first love… and that’s it all!!!

A/N: Again, English isn’t my first language, and I’m not very confident using it, but I like translating some of my posts for a wider reach, so here we are!!! I hope you enjoy it!!! Xoxo, love you guys!!! 💋❤️

— Do you promise you won’t look? — you asked, peeking through a small crack in the bathroom door.

Johnny was sitting on one of the twin beds in the hotel room. He nodded, and you smiled, embarrassed, before closing the door.

You had forgotten your pajamas. Your suitcase was a vast sea of formal clothes and tailored suits—impeccable, but completely useless at that moment. Thankfully, you had packed your prettiest underwear… not because you knew you’d be sharing a room with Johnny.

In fact, you had no idea.

Johnny still kept pictures of you in a small box at the back of his closet. He didn’t really know why he had kept them for so long—or rather, he knew exactly why. Even after the pact you made ten years ago, when you decided to break up to pursue your careers, believing you would never cross paths again, he had never liked anyone the way his twenty-year-old self had liked you.

He tried. He put in the effort. He wanted things to work with someone else. But it was as if he were a piece of a puzzle that only fit yours. No one else’s.

Your relationships hadn’t fared any better over the past decade. It almost felt like fate: the two of you suffering through other loves, only to find your way back to each other in the end—because you worked together and had a group trip planned.

And you weren’t even supposed to be in Johnny’s room.

But there had been a mix-up with the reservation, which ended with him calmly asking:

— Do you want to share a room?

And you answering, just as solemnly:

— Of course. Why not?

The funniest part was that it had been a rhetorical question. You knew exactly why not. You knew your body would go on high alert, that you’d feel the weight of his gaze on you, that you’d look back… and that maybe—

— It looks cute on you.

You laughed as you stepped out of the bathroom. You had never handled diminutives well—you always felt like Johnny said things like that just to please you. But it was either that or sleep in a suit, and as comfortable as your outfits were during conferences, they were far from cozy.

— Johnny, this is basically a tent.

— It’s not my fault you’re tiny… is it politically correct to say that?

— It’s not my fault you have gigantism.

— I think in adults it’s called acromegaly.

— Can you stop being annoyingly smart?

Johnny smiled, and for a moment, it felt like time had rewound. That light, teasing dynamic—just like when you were younger. When he would mess with you, but it always ended with kisses on your bed, in your parents’ house. When you’d take pictures in every photo booth you found because you were obsessed with them—and always had to pay twice so each of you could keep a copy.

— Come here.

He asked, and you nodded, a little unsure. You bit your lower lip as your messy bun came undone, strands of hair falling like cascades over your shoulders.

Johnny had always liked that.

And he liked it even more when you sat beside him.

There were differences between the twenty-year-old girl and the woman before him now. Your hair color had changed, there were a few tattoos scattered here and there… maybe he could discover more if he lifted the fabric of the shirt just a little—

— I think I still like you.

The touch of his hand against your face almost made your heart stop. You had longed for it so much you could barely breathe. He caressed your cheek, leaning closer as your eyes darted between his and his lips.

— They say you never forget your first love.

— I’m thinking I want you to be my first, my last, and my only.

You smiled—and suddenly, all the embarrassment was gone. It felt like giving him permission. Johnny kissed you, pulled you onto his lap, touching your skin with a familiarity that time hadn’t erased. His fingers found that specific spot on your waist, and he gently bit your neck, drawing out that same soft laugh from you.

— Stop that! Let me talk too! — you said, laughing.

Johnny knew every one of your weaknesses. And no one had ever dared—or managed—to take his place.

— Go ahead.

You took a deep breath, looking at him.

— I think I still love you.

Johnny smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

— Good, — he murmured. — because I’m sure of it.

©GABZSUN. ALL THE RIGHTS RESERVED.

[gabzsun]

WANT YOU BACK // JOHNNY SUH

── .✦Johnny Suh × Fem!Reader, fluff, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, first love… and that’s it all!!!

[🌞] Notinha da Sun: escrevi isso ontem, mas não postei porque eu tava, sinceramente, caindo de sono KKKKKKKKK. Não fiquem com ciúmes, amo todos vocês, mas acho que vocês já sabem que, quando escrevo pra alguns idols específicos, o texto acaba saindo meio direcionado pra algumas mooties… Eu automaticamente associo o Johnny à Mika, então essa é pra você, @lovesuhng!!! É isso, espero que vocês gostem. Beijinhos, amo vocês!!! 💋❤️

[Obs: gostou dessa e quer ler mais do que eu escrevo? Bicha, vem dar uma conferida na minha masterlist e seja imensamente feliz!]

— Você promete que não vai olhar? — você disse, espiando por uma frestinha da porta do banheiro.

Johnny estava sentado em uma das camas de solteiro do quarto de hotel. Ele assentiu, e você sorriu, envergonhada, antes de fechar a porta.

Você tinha esquecido o pijama. Sua mala era um grande mar de roupas sociais e terninhos — impecáveis, mas completamente inúteis naquele momento. Felizmente, havia trazido suas calcinhas e sutiãs mais bonitos… não porque soubesse que dividiria um quarto com Johnny.

Na verdade, você não fazia ideia.

Johnny ainda guardava fotos suas em uma caixinha no fundo do guarda-roupa. Ele não sabia bem por que as manteve por tanto tempo — ou melhor, sabia exatamente. Mesmo depois do pacto que fizeram dez anos atrás, quando decidiram terminar para seguir suas carreiras, acreditando que nunca mais se cruzariam, ele nunca gostou de ninguém como o garoto de vinte anos que ele foi gostou de você.

Ele tentou. Se esforçou. Quis que desse certo com outras pessoas. Mas era como se fosse uma peça de um quebra-cabeça que só encaixava no seu. Com mais ninguém.

Seus relacionamentos também tinham sido um desastre na última década. Quase parecia destino: vocês dois sofrerem por outros amores, só para, no fim, voltarem um para o outro — porque trabalhavam juntos e tinham uma viagem em grupo marcada.

E nem era para você estar no quarto de Johnny.

Mas houve uma confusão com a reserva, que terminou com ele perguntando calmamente:

— Quer dividir um quarto?

E você respondendo, solene:

— É claro. Por que não?

O mais engraçado é que aquilo era uma pergunta retórica. Você sabia exatamente por que não. Sabia que seu corpo ficaria em alerta, que sentiria o peso do olhar dele sobre você, que retribuiria… e que talvez—

— Ficou bonitinho em você.

Você riu ao sair do banheiro. Nunca lidou bem com o diminutivo — sempre achava que Johnny falava assim só para agradar. Mas era aquilo ou dormir de terninho, e apesar de elegantes em palestras, seus terninhos estavam longe de serem confortáveis.

— Johnny, isso é praticamente uma tenda.

— Não é culpa minha se você é uma anã… é politicamente correto falar anã?

— Não é culpa minha você ter gigantismo.

— Acho que em adultos é acromegalia.

— Dá pra parar de ser tesudamente inteligente?

Johnny sorriu, e por um instante pareceu que o tempo tinha voltado. Aquela dinâmica leve, provocativa — como quando eram mais jovens. Quando ele implicava com você, mas acabavam aos beijos na sua cama, na casa dos seus pais. Quando vocês tiravam fotos em toda cabine que encontravam, porque você era fissurada por aquilo — e sempre pagavam duas vezes, para que cada um ficasse com uma cópia.

— Vem aqui.

Ele pediu, e você assentiu, meio incerta. Mordeu o lábio inferior enquanto o coque improvisado se desfazia, deixando as mechas caírem como cascatas pelos ombros.

Johnny sempre gostou disso.

E gostou ainda mais quando você se sentou ao lado dele.

Havia diferenças entre a garota de vinte anos e a mulher diante dele agora. A cor do cabelo tinha mudado, havia algumas tatuagens espalhadas aqui e ali… talvez ele pudesse descobrir mais, se erguesse o tecido da camisa só um pouco—

— Acho que eu ainda gosto de você.

O toque dele no seu rosto quase fez seu coração parar. Você ansiava tanto por aquilo que mal conseguia respirar. Ele acariciou sua bochecha, aproximando-se, enquanto seus olhos corriam inquietos entre os dele e seus lábios.

— Dizem que você nunca esquece o primeiro amor.

— Tô pensando que quero que você seja o primeiro, o último e o único.

Você sorriu — e, de repente, toda a vergonha desapareceu. Foi como dar a ele permissão. Johnny te beijou, te puxou para o colo, tocando sua pele com uma familiaridade que nenhum tempo conseguiu apagar. Seus dedos encontraram aquele ponto específico na sua cintura, e ele mordeu de leve seu pescoço, arrancando o mesmo risinho de sempre.

— Para com isso! Me deixa falar também! — você pediu, rindo.

Johnny conhecia cada fraqueza sua. E ninguém jamais ousou — ou conseguiu — ocupar o lugar dele.

— Vai em frente.

Você respirou fundo, olhando para ele.

— Acho que ainda te amo.

Johnny sorriu, depositando um beijo suave na sua bochecha.

— Que bom — murmurou. — Porque eu tenho certeza disso.

©GABZSUN. TODOS OS DIREITOS RESERVADOS.

[lovesuhng]

amo que tudo que você escreve, por mais curtinho que seja, é repleto de sentimentos, de afeto e de uma maneira que faz você ficar vidrado na história e imaginar exatamente como é estar lá KKKKKKKKKK parece que estou atrapalhando um casal tão intimo, não sei explicar

o quentinho no meu coração apreceu quando vi que foi escrito associando o johnny a mim (peguei isso também quando você descreveu as tatuagens) e você não faz ideia de como fiquei feliz, de verdade. fique sabendo que quando escrevendo com o haechan também tenho voce em mente (estou em dívida mas em breve vou escrever com ele)

muito obrigada por agraciar meu dia, isso aqui tá perfeito e por favor, nunca pare de alimentar minhas ilusões ♥

obs.: a escolha da foto do johnny é perfeita pois amo quando ele usa blazer cinza

[lovesuhng]

sonhei que o johnny namorava com uma menina do nmixx e acordei morrendo de ciúmes

alguém tem o contato de alguma psicóloga/terapeuta? tô precisando urgentemente

[laurens-german]

ALLIE HAYES + season one outfits OFF CAMPUS (2026—)

[lovesuhng]

NOBODY TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW

[lovesuhng]

sei que todo mundo está surtando com a outra foto, mas essa causou tantos efeitos em mim tipo

gente

isso é sério, super sério

[starryhyuck]

play my music. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: dj!johnny x afab!bartender!reader

words: 3.5k+

summary: out of all the clubs in the city, why did johnny suh have to choose yours to waltz into?

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: reader loathes real work, bratty!reader, public sex, gagging, marking, spanking

this fic is exclusive to the $5 tier on my patreon, which you can access here! below is a tumblr preview

Usually, the club isn’t this packed.

That’s the entire reason why you signed up for this job. It’s one of the lesser known clubs in town, still finding its footing after a few failed marketing attempts to gain public interest.

As the bartender, you normally are only dealing with five customers maximum on one shift. It’s easy to lean back and play games on your phone to pass the time, practically being paid just to lounge around and mix a shitty martini once in a while.

Unfortunately for you, the manager’s latest marketing attempt has flourished significantly. He’s brought in one of the hottest DJs to the club, sending out social media blasts like crazy to promote his appearance.

You’ve never met Johnny Suh in your life, but you already hate him for forcing you to complete actual work.

You’re darting back and forth at the bar, struggling to remember people’s orders as they crowd the space. You start getting complaints about you mixing the wrong drinks, but you reply with a heated glare and a snarky comment to tell them to find a different bar.

Johnny’s set starts in thirty minutes and the wolves are descending on you.

You scream at your manager when he comes by to check on you.

“I’m drowning here! Did you seriously think one bartender could manage this type of crowd?”

People are packed into the club like sardines, but your manager is beaming with pride, happy that he’s increased the business of this place. He’s not even deterred by your sour attitude.

“Don’t worry, they’ll become far more manageable once Johnny’s up there!” He tells you, having the audacity to wink at you like you’re also experiencing the best night of your life. “Just keep chugging along!”

You’re so overwhelmed that you start handing people full bottles of vodka and tequila and telling them to dole it out as they please. Thankfully, the audience starts to flock away from the bar once they realize Johnny is about to begin his set.

The lights dim when he takes center stage. The entire club cheers as he wrangles his headphones on, wearing a sleeveless white tank top, exposing the myriad of tattoos on his shoulders and arms.

You pause midway through mixing up a vodka cranberry, mesmerized by him.

You didn’t expect for the DJ to be… attractive.

“Hello?” The customer in front of you says, waving their hand in your face. “Are you finished with my drink?”

You narrow your eyes and thrust the half-mixed drink into his face.

“Here you go, asshole.”

He scoffs and wrenches the cup from you, disappearing back into the crowd. You have to put up with quite a few assholes throughout the duration of the night, but you happily curse them out with no filter. Your boss is too wrapped up in how well his plan worked out to worry about you, allowing you to handle the bar as you see fit.

When the night slowly dwindles to a close, you’re exhausted, wanting nothing but to curl up in bed and sleep forever. Your boss skips over to you as the last people filter out of the club. The place is a mess, and you have no idea how he’s going to hire anyone to clean this up by your next shift.

“You did great tonight!” He exclaims as he clearly hasn’t heard you telling multiple people to shove their drinks up their asses. “Here’s a little bonus for you. I know I should’ve prepared you better for tonight’s turnout, but we’ll work out all of the kinks. You should expect a lot more nights like this.”

Your eyes widen as you snatch the crumpled bills from his fingertips. “I thought you said this was a one time thing!”

He grins from ear to ear. “That’s what I assumed, but Johnny surprisingly took me up on my offer to DJ here for another week! We’re going to become the most successful club in the city!”

You’re infuriated. You’re blinded by rage over your boss’s inability to manage his own club properly and some misdirected anger towards Johnny for unknowingly bringing chaos into your once peaceful life.

When you see Johnny outside the club, loading up his equipment into his car, you can’t help but approach him and voice your thoughts.

“What’s wrong with you?”

He turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised as you stand in front of him, huffing and puffing. He’s calm, cool, and collected, differing from you as you’re seconds away from setting fire to the city.

“Do I know you, doll?”

Your lips twist at the pet name. “I’m not your doll. And no, you don’t know me, which makes this whole situation worse. Why would you choose this club out of all places to DJ at?”

He leans against his trunk, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares at you. He’s amused, the corner of his mouth lifted upwards.

“Because it’s relatively chill and lowkey. I need a place to hide for a while. The festivals are growing to be too much for me.”

“Boo hoo,” you grumble. “And did you ever think about how your decision would affect other people? Like let’s say, the poor bartender of this small club who has never served more than two people at once?”

He raises an eyebrow. “So you’re complaining to me because you have to do your job?”

You glare at him. “Yes!”

He chuckles fondly at you. His eyes rake over your figure from top to bottom and you shift uncomfortably. You’re dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, your hair tangled and messy from your busy night. You’re not exactly the epitome of sex appeal right now.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, doll. But I’m happy that I’ll be seeing you for another week. I’ll tell the crowd to go easy on you.”

Your fury gradually evolves into abhorrence. You hate this good looking man. You hate that he thinks you find this humorous, that he can flirt with you and ruin your life because he’s a big shot DJ.

“Fuck you, Johnny.”

As you walk away, you hear him call out, “So you won’t even give me your name?”

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'99 Degrees' Teaser Images

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essa última foto mexeu com meus instintos mais primitivos

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