synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. your strategy was simple: mind your business in school and survive. it works perfectly-- until the most popular guy in school decides he can't live without you.
a/n: ignore the typos and grammar, i noticed after i posted 😞
synopsis: the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on happens to be in the same wedding party as you ... who are you to deny yourself the opportunity to shoot your shot?
tags: fluff, eventual smut, dirty talk, dom!nicho, strangers to lovers, wedding au
word count: 4.2k words
notes: 18+ content (mdni). based on this silly little tweet tee hee
you don’t believe in love at first sight.
the concept of a total stranger, someone you knew nothing about—name, preferences, childhood, nothing—suddenly becoming the person that consumed your thoughts sounded ridiculous. your friends would come to you with stories of attractive strangers in bars, in coffee shops that ask for their number and then proclaim how madly in love they were only to turn around and disappoint them, ghost them, or both.
“hi, i think we’re walking together.”
a voice cuts through your thoughts as you angrily scroll through the last of your dating app matches when you look up and your breath is caught in your throat and you nearly choke. a pair of feline eyes stare back at you, sunlight pouring through the windows reflecting in them and painting them a shade of brown you swear you’d never seen before. the guy standing before you, clad in one of the groomsmen’s suits, nods his head in a slight bow when you meet his gaze.
“huh?” you feel the heat rush to your cheeks in a shade similar to the blush the makeup artist had applied not more than an hour ago. suddenly, your emerald bridesmaid dress feels too tight and your hands itch at your sides to adjust the satin fabric. he blinks at you expectantly, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his full lips. “yeah, i think so.” you offer your name to him and he repeats it in a tone that makes your heart thunder against your ribcage.
“i’m nicholas.” he shifts his weight, lowering a hand into his pocket as he leans against one of the decorative tables beside the dressing rooms. “i think yudai’s mentioned you before.”
“yeah, we went all went to the same college,” you answer with a soft smile and an immodest shrug. “i set them up together, actually.”
“oh, so you’re a master matchmaker?” nicholas asks in a teasing tone. “you got a good track record?”
“they’re getting married!” you counter, crossing your arms over your torso as a chuckle slips past his lips. “i think that’s pretty solid evidence of my success.”
“might need to recruit your services then,” he replies, a mischievous glint flickering across his eyes as his smile grows wider. your mind goes blank at the sight, the only thing saving you from becoming a sputting, nervous wreck the sound of euijoo calling nicholas back into the groom’s suite to finish getting ready.
“i’ll see you downstairs,” nicholas calls out, leaving with a trace of his cologne kissing your skin. you swallow once, staring after him even when he’s long gone. you shake your head to free yourself from the trance and glance back down at your phone for a moment before deleting each and every dating app.
maybe love at first sight wasn’t the craziest idea out there.
the string quartet positioned beside the ceremony arches begin to play, the music drawing everyone’s attention to the back of the pathway where the wedding party was entering from. yudai leads the charge, handsome as ever with his brunet hair swept back from his face and his suit perfectly tailored to his frame. you shuffle behind the first two pairs of groomsmen and bridesmaids with one hand clutched around the stems of a small bouquet of jasmines and your other holding onto nicholas’ bicep.
even through the thick suit jacket, you can feel the way his muscles flex and your mind becomes flooded with images of what his arms might look like when they’re not covered in layers of fabric. nicholas glances at you from the corner of his eye with a smile that quells the inevitable nerves you feel before joining him to walk down the aisle.
the guests beam at the pair of you, despite the fact that you weren’t the couple they’d come out to see. your friends seated near the front silently cheer you on with mouthed praises of how good you looked, while a handful of guys you faintly recognize from yudai’s friend group grin at him until you come to a halt before the altar. nicholas offers his hand to you and guides you to your spot before assuming his own behind yudai.
your chest tightens as you watch your best friend walk down the aisle, the train of her dress lending to her entrance as tears well in her eyes at the sight of everyone. yudai presses a palm to his chest dramatically, as if he’d been shot in the heart. you laugh under your breath at his theatrics, catching nicholas’ eye as he does the same.
as the ceremony comes to a close after tearful vows and a kiss that earns a resounding cheer from the guests, you follow the rest of the wedding party out to the gardens for photos with the newly wedded couple. the familiar scent of cologne trails behind you with nicholas at your heel. you try to remain unfazed by it—after all, you’d known him for all but a few hours—and focus on the photographer’s instructions.
after what felt like an eternity of poses and not-so-candid laughter, you turn your head to find nicholas approaching you with identical drinks you assume he swiped from the cocktail bar. he hands you one and you accept it graciously, taking a sip with a blissful sigh.
“i can’t tell you how much i needed that,” you mutter under your breath at him. “if i hear ‘pop that right leg out’ one more time, i’m rolling down this hill and straight into that river.” nicholas nearly chokes on his drink, dissolving into a stifled laugh.
“well, good thing i came to the rescue, then,” he chides, swallowing down the rest of his drink when he’s summoned to his series of duo pictures with yudai. you watch as the two men nag at one another with broad smiles while the photographer adjusts them beneath the setting sun. the girls mingle with the rest of the groomsmen, awaiting the grand entrance into the reception when euijoo stands beside you.
“how you doing?” he asks. aside from yudai, euijoo was one of the few people you remained close to after college.
“i think i’m in love.”
“you’re—you’re what now?” euijoo’s eyes widen slightly in surprise. “since when?” you don’t answer, your eyes still fixated on nicholas as he flashes a broad smile for the camera. euijoo follows your gaze and arches a brow when he realizes what you were focused on.
“you’re into nico?”
“no, no,” you correct him, a finger lifted in the air to emphasize the correction. “i said love.”
“well, love is a strong word—”
“i said what i said,” you reply defiantly, the hint of a laugh in your voice as you finally shift your eyes away from nicholas. “can’t you help a girl out?” euijoo looks down at you, amused as ever before he sighs and rolls his eyes playfully.
“i’ll see what i can do.”
hours have passed since then, the reception in full swing with a crowded dance floor and slurred lyrics shouted over the music. the wedding party was at the center with drinks in hand and shoes tossed under tables around the room. for the first time all night, you’re pulled from your thoughts and focus on having a good time, swaying to the rhythm with long sips of your tequila-and-sprite concoction in between.
at least, you were until nicholas rejoined the group. he was back with a fresh drink in hand, his hair fallen from its styling in loose, messy strands over his eyes. his cheeks were flushed from the liquor, his suit jacket long gone in exchange for two undone buttons on his dress shirt. you try your best not to stare at his exposed skin and down the rest of your drink as if that would help silence your thoughts.
you become all too aware of the way your hair cascades over your shoulders, of the way you hike your skirt up just slightly to have an easier time dancing. the girls cheer as you move lower and lower to the the ground in time with the reggaeton song that blasts through the speakers, the bass resounding against the walls.
you barely have time to straighten when you feel a hand in yours to guide you a few steps away as the song carries on. nicholas’ half-lidded eyes meet your own in a drunken stare, his smile giddy as he drapes an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
fuck. oh, fuck.
you’re unable to think straight beyond a combination of nerves and the influence of the liquor coursing through your system. you’d been staring at this man for what felt like the entire night, from the moment he approached you before the ceremony to now when you were both borderline drunk, inches from one another.
just as you’re about to lean into his touch to follow his lead in the dance, the volume of the song lowers enough for an older woman to drape a hand over nicholas’ arm to steer him away. the pair of you blink as if you’d been yanked from a hallucination and stare back at the woman expectantly.
“nicholas, i haven’t seen you since you were a little boy!” she coos, pinching his cheek affectionately. he flinches from the touch with an embarrassed smile, trying his best to not seem taken aback by her sudden greeting.
“hello, aunty,” he replies, bowing his head and shifting the drink in his hand behind his back. “are you enjoying yourself?”
“of course!” she chirps as her bangles tumble against her wrists. “tell me, honey, are you seeing anyone?”
“no, aunty, but i—”
“you have to meet my niece! you’d be great together.” she glances around the room in an attempt to find the girl in question. “let me go find her.”
without thinking, you reach for nicholas’ hand and tug him to the bar for a much-needed refill. he heaves a sigh of relief when you’re out of the older woman’s line of sight and orders two more drinks for the pair of you. with a scoff, you accept the cup from the bartender with a smile in his direction before taking a sip and looking back to nicholas.
“thank you,” he says, “i don’t even remember who that was.”
“i might need to up my game if i want to compete with these aunties when it comes to matchmaking,” you laugh, following as nicholas walks towards one of the lounge areas just outside of the reception. the cool night air welcomes you, kissing your skin glistening with sweat from hours of dancing. you settle against one of the balcony railings, nicholas beside you as he looks out into the dimly lit gardens.
“i’m surprised none of them have tried to come after you tonight,” he points out, the rim of his glass at his lips as he peers over at you. silence stretches between you for a moment as you shrug, stirring your drink absentmindedly.
“they have in the past. i think i’m just striking out tonight.”
“i don’t think so.”
“oh?” you turn to face him. “and what makes you say that?”
“well, i’m here with you right now, aren’t i?” nicholas gestures to himself with wide arms and an even wider grin that earns an eye roll from you.
“i guess,” you tease, catching his eye as he arches a brow at you.
something stirs within you, suddenly feeling exposed beneath his gaze as it flickers to your lips for the faintest of a second. the sound of the reception raging on inside becomes increasingly muffled as he closes the distance between you, inching forward until his lips ghost over yours and his hand is about to pull you in by the small of you back, when—
“guys, let’s go take some fucking shots!” maki shouts at the top of his lungs from the archway leading back into the ballroom. he barely registers the fact that you were close—so, so close—to kissing nicholas and sways against the doorframe before waving his hand for you to follow.
nicholas laughs at the interruption, backing away from you while you mentally prepare yourself to murder maki in his sleep. he offers his arm to you, matching your step to return to the bar as he makes small talk with questions about you outside of your role in the wedding.
another three shots later and you were absolutely done for the night. the reception was beginning to thin, yudai and his bride ready to leave for the honeymoon suite while the rest of the wedding party chattered around empty tables. you remain for as long as you can withstand until the sleep threatening to overcome you brings you to your feet. with your heels in hand and a yawn slipping past your lips, you wave goodbye to everyone and promise to find them in the morning for your planned farewell brunch.
the marble floors of the hotel lobby soothe your aching feet as you head towards the elevators. you hear footsteps behind you and look up as nicholas trails along to join you in heading upstairs to his own room.
“sure you can’t handle another round of shots with maki?” he jokes, earning a gentle shove from you as you shake your head.
“the only thing i want to handle right now is the hot tub in my room.”
“oh, i forgot about the hot tub,” he groans, stretching theatrically with excitement. you grin as you both step into the elevator and you reach for your key in the clutch you’d brought along.
or lack thereof.
“oh, fuck me,” you mutter under your breath, triple-checking as you sift through your bag. lip gloss, wallet, a photo strip from the booth that was at the reception. yet, not a single room key.
“you okay?” nicholas peers over your shoulder in question.
“i think i left my key in my room,” you groan, ready to step out into the lobby again to request a copy at the front desk when he catches your wrist. you glance back at him, at the way he swallows as he looks at you quietly. his mouth opens and closes several times, as if he can’t find the right words to say before he finally huffs a sigh and offers you another smile.
“you’re welcome to crash in my room,” he offers. “i’ll just take the sofa. and the hot tub’s all yours.”
you stare back at him before you ask, “what floor?”
“fifteenth.”
“i’m on the ninth, so you definitely have the better room,” you reply with a grin. “let’s go.”
nicholas’ room is impeccably clean, even with the whirlwind of getting ready for the wedding. his luggage is shoved neatly into the closet, nothing on his bathroom counter except for a small bag and the cologne you quickly recognize. he shuts the door behind you, following you in to where you stood at his windows.
“oh, your view is so much better than mine,” you huff, the full moon hanging over the ocean in the distance.
“i doubt that,” he replies, his voice lower than you’d heard from him for the first time that night. you look at him over your shoulder and arch a brow expectantly. it dawns on you that you’re in his room, away from anyone else. no photographers, no prying aunties, no getting pulled away for random conversations and excess tequila.
just you and him.
his eyes trail over you shamelessly this time, from head to toe, drinking in every last bit of you as your heartbeat thunders against your ribcage. he takes a tentative step towards you, the heat of his body mingling with yours. it becomes harder for your hands to remain at your sides and to not drag him down by the collar of his shirt.
you thank your lucky stars the second his lips find yours in a heated, messy kiss and grab at the loose fabric where his buttons were undone. his skin brushes against yours, warm to the touch as you melt beneath him. his fingers trace gentle strokes along your spine, settling on your waist when he comes up for air.
“i have been wanting to do that,” he breathes through a grin, “all fucking day.”
you mirror his expression and reclaim his lips, coaxing a whimper out of him that sends a shiver across your skin. your mind was reeling from a myriad of things—the intoxication, the fact that you were kissing nicholas, the feeling of his hands roaming across your body. he backs you against the window until the cool glass presses against your skin while his hands fish for the zipper at the back of your dress. the satin falls to the floor, exposing the matching set you’d intentionally worn in hopes of getting lucky tonight.
“god, you’re so pretty,” nicholas groans against your mouth, his fingers tracing the lace hem of your underwear and the boning on your corset. something feral awakens inside of him as he threads the same hand through your hair, tugging your head back so that he could press a string of kisses along your neck until he nips at your collarbone. your hands cling to his shoulders to keep yourself steady until he hoists you up by the back of your thighs to carry you to the bed.
the moment your back hits the sheets, you press your heel into the small of his back to draw him closer. nicholas finds your hands and pins them above your head, holding you hostage while his mouth finds its way lower and lower until he reaches the hem of your panties. you instinctively try to draw your legs together until he lifts one of them onto his shoulder with his free hand, leaving you fully exposed before him.
he looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes piercing yours from beneath the curtain of his tousled bangs. just the way his eyes met yours was enough to have you undone. he keeps his gaze focused on yours as he flattens his tongue against your clothed entrance, the friction drawing a moan out of you as your wrists twitch in an attempt to break free from his restraints. you can see faintly the way the corners of his mouth upturn as he smiles against your core, dragging the fabric to the side with his teeth before sliding his tongue into you.
you whimper through a string of curses and drop your head back onto the sheets, your eyes fluttering shut from the way his tongue glides between your folds and draws circles around your clit. he groans against you and the vibration stirs the pleasure gnawing at your core. you’re desperate to cling to him, to sink your nails into his shoulders and hold his face against you as he ate you out. the fact that his grip only tightened around your wrists was driving you insane.
“fuck, nicholas,” you mumble, your back arching off of the sheets when he flicks the tip of his tongue repeatedly against your clit. his eyes never leave yours, his pupils blown wide as he pushes your leg back further against his shoulder to spread you open for him. it’s when he glides his tongue past your entrance to taste every last bit of you that you feel your orgasm threatening to spill over. “oh fuck, that feels so good—”
he hums approvingly against you and you whimper again, your breathing growing more and more shallow until you feel yourself clench around nothing in anticipation of your climax. nicholas senses this and picks up his pace, moving instead to suck on your clit with increased pressure until you were writhing beneath him. a cry breaks free from your lips and your chest heaves as you shudder from his touch, relishing the last few moments of his mouth latched onto you before he lifts himself to meet you in another kiss. you groan at the taste of yourself and bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation.
“ngh,” he moans before squeezing your waist. his hand finally releases yours so that you’re able to unbutton the remainder of his dress shirt and slide it off, your manicured nails sinking into the skin between his shoulder blades. he hisses at the sting, burying his face in your neck as he lowers his hips to meet yours with slow, languid thrusts.
“you’re—ah!—so hot,” you whimper beneath him, taking in the way his own eyes roll back in his head from the friction. your praise only spurs him on, encouraging him to increase his pressure against your core before he bites down on your earlobe to stifle his groan.
“think you could be a good girl and take more?” he breathes. you drag your nails across the surface of his back in response as he huffs through a lazy, crooked grin.
the faint sound of his belt buckle coming undone resounds against your ears and you look up to find him moving your panties to the side just enough so that he could position himself at your entrance. you both let out a blissful sigh at the way his tip brushes against your entrance before he slides in, inch by inch until he bottoms out inside of you. he stretches you out more than you’d expected, your stomach in knots from the pleasure as you throw your head back with another curse. he begins to move and your hands settle on his shoulders, grounding yourself until you feel a hand at your throat with a gentle squeeze.
“look at me,” nicholas says through shallow breath, his hips snapping against yours as they fall into a steady rhythm. “let me see how good it feels.”
you can’t help but moan obediently, your eyes barely open as you struggle to hold his gaze. the feeling of him gliding against your inner walls nearly has you seeing stars as the bed trembles beneath you. he grabs your ankles and lifts them enough until they’re nearly on either side of your head, allowing him to go even deeper than before. the stretch draws a string of filthy sounds from you as you claw at his back, his shoulders, his arms. you finally settle your hands on his waist, feeling as he thrusts against your touch with a groan against the crook of your neck.
nicholas slows to a stop and you’re ready to snap at him until he guides you to flip over, on your hands and knees before him so that you were facing the mirror positioned at the corner of the room. he meets your eyes in the mirror, a nasty grin stretching across his features as he shoves himself back into you in one swift motion. you nearly scream at the sudden fullness and ball the sheets into tight fists as you buck forward.
“that’s it, baby,” he drawls, his words slurred between breathless thrusts, “you’re so fucking pretty.”
“fuck, nico,” you whine, already prepared for how sore your limbs were going to be in the morning. every nerve ending in your body is on fire and you lower your gaze until nicholas threads a hand back through your hair to hold you firmly in place for him. your mouth falls open with short, desperate gasps as he continues to ram into you at a relentless pace. you watch as his eyes drink in your reflection and you only hope you can commit the way he looks at you to memory.
“i’m—you’re gonna make me—ah—” you can barely form a coherent sentence through the pleasure rocking against your core, your body growing limp as your mind grows hazy with lust. you let out a final cry and collapse onto the sheets, writhing as nicholas’ pace begins to stagger from his own high. he fucks you through it, the feeling of his cum filling you until it’s dripping down the back of your thighs. he slows to a stop and pulls himself out of you, quick to hurry to the bathroom to grab washcloths and a bottle of water.
“looks like we definitely need the hot tub now,” he jests, earning a breathy laugh from you as you graciously accept the towels from him. the pair of you fall into silence for a moment before you move to reclaim your discarded dress when nicholas comes behind you and slips his arms around your waist.
you’re back to where you were standing not long before, peering through his tall windows out at the full moon that hung above the dark sea. only this time, you were both sweaty and breathless, with nicholas pressing another line of kisses along your neck as he hums against your skin.
“mm, i don’t think you’re gonna need that dress again just yet,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue against the shell of your ear. you can already feel the way his cock grows hard against the restraints of his boxers and shiver from pleasure at the thought.
“oh?” you ask, feigning ignorance. “why’s that?”
“i have a few ideas,” he replies nonchalantly, sliding a hand along your torso until he’s able to find a grip on your neck and turn you so that you meet his mouth in another kiss that you’re sure is about to spark a very, very long night.
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. your strategy was simple: mind your business in school and survive. it works perfectly-- until the most popular guy in school decides he can't live without you.
synopsis. when the power goes out on a cold december day, you and your roommate have to get real creative when it comes to warming up.
pairing/genre. kim taehyung x reader (fem). fluff.
word count. 2.0k
tags/warnings. roommates au. friends to ???. fluff truck (bc what else is new with me 😂). sick reader. taehyung takes care of her! they cuddle (only for warmth, they say). they banter. oc is a little sassy. taehyung is a patient dreamboat. written in all lowercase because why not it’s an unserious drabble!
a/n. wanted to do something for the holidays but unfortunately my brain cannot handle my existing wips as it is sigh. but this was cooked up on my phone at 4am while i was missing my warm-bodied long distance boyfriend and i thought you know what hell yeah! it’s a cozy warm stupid dumb goofy fluff truck :) and i feel like tae is just perfect for winter vibes sooo yeah hehe. enjoy!! thank u for reading!
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if someone had asked you last week how you thought you’d be spending your sunday morning, you certainly would not have guessed it would be here, knee deep in the snow behind your apartment complex, engaged in an icy argument with your landlord.
“you’re telling me that out of the eight-hundred-something units in this building, the power went out only for mine?”
because of course, you, the person who hated the cold more than literally anything else in the world, would have to face this crisis. just your luck.
“that seems to be the case, unfortunately.” there was not a single ounce of remorse on his face. “i’ll call my guy to come look at it, but he’s on a holiday with his family at the moment, so…”
“so what, i freeze to death in my own apartment and he comes to collect my corpse instead?”
“i’ll make sure he gets here by tomorrow morning. you surely can’t freeze to death in only—“ he checked his watch, “—eighteen hours.”
“you’d be shocked at what i’m capable of.”
with a huff that escaped your mouth with a puff of fog, you turned on your heel and stormed off.
.
“so no luck?”
“maybe you should’ve gone instead,” you whined, pouring boiling hot water from your kettle—thank goodness for gas stoves—into a silicone heating pack as your roommate, taehyung, took a bite out of his morning toast(which was just a piece of bread because he couldn’t toast it). “he likes you way more.”
in fact, everyone liked taehyung more than you. he was simply perfect: beautiful face, deep, sexy voice, and to top it all off, he was actually nice. you almost thought it would be better if he had a fucked up personality. it would make him seem like less of an alien brought from some planet that wanted to take over the human race by charming them with alarmingly perfect creatures.
“that can’t be true,” he said, wiping away crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
“oh please, no need to be humble.” you sealed up your heating pouch, usually reserved for period cramps, now with a newfound purpose to keep you warm.
you made your way to the sofa, where you seized all three spare blankets and wrapped them around you, desperately clinging to your heating pack as you rocked back and forth.
“are you really that cold?”
in comparision, taehyung only wore his usual sweatpants and oversized grey hoodie. the only sign of cold from him was a scarf that he haphazardly wrapped around his neck.
“are you kidding me? it’s like, below freezing in here.” you stuck out your palm. “my hands are literally frozen.”
“sounds a bit dramatic,” he snickered, walking over to feel your fingertips. he gasped. “woah, your hands really are cold.”
he grabbed your hand with both of his, squishing them in disbelief. in comparison, his touch felt hot against your skin, almost like a furnace. you gave him a nasty look.
“how the hell are you this warm when you’re only wearing… that.”
“this,” he said, gesturing to his outfit, “is perfectly reasonable for this weather.”
“alien,” you mumbled under your breath, eliciting a laugh from him as he settled down next to you, no blanket needed.
on your laptop, which was now functioning as a temporary tv, you and taehyung put on some cringey hallmark movie about a christmas tree decorator who teaches a city girl who’s in town for the holidays the true meaning of christmas and love. the two main characters were headed to the town square’s annual christmas tree decorating contest finalist gala night when you started to notice it.
a runny nose. a scratch in your throat when you swallowed. full body chills.
oh no. it couldn’t be, right? when did the power go out again? if it went out while you were sleeping, that meant you had been in freezing weather for at least ten hours. you did wake up shivering from the cold, you remembered. now that you thought about it, when you had your morning shower, you also couldn’t dry your hair because of the power outage, leaving your wet hair to air dry. that probably did not help.
you sniffled.
taehyung immediately noticed.
“you’re kidding.”
“i haven’t said anything.”
“are you already sick?”
you shushed him, pointing to your laptop screen. “look, they’re about to announce the winners of the town square’s annual christmas tree decorating contest. pay attention.”
he stayed silent for a moment.
“i can’t believe it.”
“me neither,” you said, again, pointing to the screen. “i totally thought the main couple would get first place.”
at that moment, your body betrayed you, because you sniffled, again, and then let out a heaving cough.
he eyed you skeptically. you waved him off with a dismissive hand.
“don’t mind me.”
“suit yourself, then,” he sighed.
the movie continued, with the main characters throwing a hissy fit about not winning first place but then realizing that the goal wasn’t to win in the first place; it was for community. just as the male lead finally kissed the leading lady under a mistletoe, you realized that you were getting full body chills again, but this time, with a raging headache.
without saying a word, taehyung suddenly stood, going to the cabinets to search for something. he returned with a thermometer, walking towards you waving it around like a threat.
“open your mouth.”
you flushed. why did he have to say it like that? in that goddamn voice, too.
nevertheless, you obliged, albeit with a groan of reluctance.
“seriously, i’m fine.”
“mhm. sure.” the way his voice rumbled indicated that he didn't quite believe you.
he cupped your jaw, tilting your head up as he stuck the metal tip into your mouth, pressing it against your inner cheek before sliding under your tongue. once the thermometer was secure, he let go.
"hold it for one minute."
"so bossy," you quipped with a slight lisp. he chuckled.
as you waited, the cold device in your mouth made you miss the warm touch of his hand against your cheek. it occurred to you now just how intimate the action was, yet how comfortably it came to you. it was always like this with him; somehow, he kept close without ever lingering for too long—never long enough for you to get used to him.
to be frank, you weren't too keen on having a male roommate at first, and honestly, you gave him a pretty hard time—questioning his hygiene, criminal record, and intentions like a ruthless interrogator. he took it all with great patience, and eventually proved himself worthy enough to be your roommate. he cleaned up after himself, always paid rent on time, and never left the toilet seat up.
it shocked you how well he fit into your life. it had only been six months since he'd moved in, but you felt like you'd known him for forever.
you knew he had to sleep cuddling a pillow. he brushed his teeth with one eye closed in the morning. he hated coffee so much to the point of gagging when you brewed your daily morning cup. he loved bubblegum. tomatoes were the only vegetable-adjacent thing he could eat. paris was his favorite place. winter was his favorite season.
the beep of the thermometer rung in the air.
he took it out of your mouth, pulling the device close to get a good read.
"holy shit. " he faced the thermometer to you, showing your raging fever of 39.7 degrees celsius. "you're burning up. no wonder you're so cold."
"no way," you said, snatching the gadget from him. "this must be broken."
his hand grasped the back of your neck, pulling your forehead to meet his. if he noticed how you stiffened up, he didn't mention it. you could only stare at his face, closer than it had ever been, as he closed his eyes in deep thought.
"you feel warm." he finally pulled away. you relaxed. "i think you really do have a fever."
and just like that, he jolted into action, standing up and heading to the kitchen again.
"what are you doing?"
"you'll see," he answered ominously. "just sit still and be pretty."
you scrunched your nose. he had a way with words that affected you in a way only he could pull off. you watched as he danced around the kitchen, pulling out various ingredients—you spotted honey, ginger, and some kind of tea packet—and heating up a pot of water.
the familiar click of the gas stove. then some absentminded humming from his deep voice. how simple was the sight, yet how complicated your feelings were.
yeah. you had a big fat crush on this man. you'd known it long ago, but obviously, you'd be out of your mind to do anything about it while you were still his roommate.
he returned with a tray, carrying a variety of things: a hot cup of whatever concoction he was making, a few pills, and a tall glass of water.
"i made you my grandma's signature tea. it's really nice in the cold weather."
"thanks," you murmured, unable to fight your lightheadedness any longer.
you swallowed the pills under his watchful gaze and took a cautious sip of his grandma's tea. it was sharp with ginger, sweet with honey, and soothing with the heat. you sniffled again.
"is it good?" he sat on the opposite side of the couch.
"mhm. it's yummy."
as the hot liquid traveled down your body, you realized just how cold you were, again. the hot pouch you had filled up earlier was now lukewarm at best. the blankets over you were thin, and so despite being wrapped in three layers, you felt not much warmer than you'd be without them.
"you're still shivering," he pointed out. "is it really that cold?"
"yes," you groaned, exasperated. "not everyone is an alien like you. i could become a popsicle at this point."
you took another long sip of the drink. it helped, but only for a few seconds.
"come here."
you whipped your head around. "where?"
"here," he repeated, back leaning against the armrest, arms and legs spread wide as if telling you to— "come sit here. i'll warm you up."
you blinked. "are you serious?"
at this, his ears tinged with pink. "or don't," he grumbled. "i'm just trying to help."
oh god. why did he have to look so adorable? taking another look at him, he really did look cozy and warm. big strong arms, a towering torso, and you knew just how warm that man could get. you were tempted.
"i'm not against it," you managed to admit. "just... are you sure?"
"if i wasn't, i wouldn't have offered," was his quiet reply.
a pause. and then you made your decision, heart thrumming against your ribcage. this was really happening.
"okay."
you scooted your way to the space between his legs, letting your back fall against his chest. he reached for the table, grabbing your mug and returning it to your hands. then his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in.
"warm?" his breath tickled your ear.
"yeah."
a comfortable silence washed over, and you felt drowsiness start to take over your body. you hadn't slept well, which was why you were especially pissed this morning. but here, snug against his chest with heat wrapped all around you, you truly believed you could hibernate for years. the mug slipped in your hand.
"you can sleep, if you want.”
"are you sure?" you asked, but you were planning on drifting away anyways.
"not like i have any plans. and neither do you. a nap sounds great right now."
you chuckled. he helped you put your mug down, shifting his position to get more comfortable as well. you didn't mention how... odd all of this was. you didn't want to. you just wanted to relish in the moment for as long as possible. he didn't seem to mind, letting you snuggle up against him, even nestling his face into your hair. you were glad you washed it earlier; it probably smelled of your milky shampoo.
just as you were almost off to dreamland, the lights flickered back on. the hum of the power generator started again. you could hear your heating system jerk back to life.
but you pretended not to notice.
and so did he.
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synopsis: in which a soft smile jake gave y/n across the lecture hall was the start of her crush. jake was a cute guy, impossible to ignore. y/n always talked about him to her friends, what if jake did the same?
smau au
•taglist: closed :( comment if you wanna be removed!
featuring: enhypen (ot7), yunjin (le sserafim), rei (ive), giselle (aespa), anton (riize).
profiles
anton's silly fans | jaywon and friends
chapters
001 he has been promoted!
002 sunsun and friends
003 come back twin...
004 life's worth living
005 reassurance por favor
006 am i the huzz?
007 oh who is you?
008 my little sunshine
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ʚɞ pairing: boyfriend!euijoo x girlfriend!reader
content: fluff // imagines // established relationship
word count: 579
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. your boyfriend, euijoo, insists you to not get up from the bed yet to get ready for the day— all because he wants you to be by his side, all to himself.
buzz. buzz. buzz.
you lazily reached behind your head without moving your body to turn off the alarm with just your hand—not because you were lazy—but because ej’s arms were wrapped way too comfortably around your body.
you were on a family vacation with your long-term boyfriend’s family for the first time. it’s now the morning after you all arrived the night before— the exact time on your phone read 7AM.
the sun peeked through the semi-sheer curtains, allowing the morning light to flood into the hotel room you and ej were staying in.
you groaned roughly, attempting to stretch your arms above your head, while the rest of your torso was held in a firm grip by ej himself.
you looked down at the obvious obstacle that was not allowing you to move freely. “ej, i need to get ready.” you spoke softly, moving your head back to get a better look at him.
he scrunched his face before making any noise.
“mm..”
“i can’t get up,” you patted his chest.
he let out a big groan and shoved his face into the crook of your neck. “what’s the time..”
“it’s 7.”
he let out a big inhale and exhale, as if he was breathing you in. “we don’t leave till 9..”
“i have to do my makeup and my hair, don’t you know this by now?” you said slightly agitated.
“baby, it’s too early.. just.. just stay in bed for a bit.” he said as he was literally half asleep.
you tried to squeeze yourself out of his grasp, but he just held on tighter. “euijoo, please—“
he placed a kiss onto your neck. “you smell good. you’re so comfortable right now, y/n.”
you groaned, “i love you too, but i really need to get up.”
“miss you so much though..” he dragged out the sound of the last word in his sentence, tracing small circles onto your back with his thumbs.
he nuzzled himself further into your neck, letting out small noises—the kind of noises you’d make when you’re trying to get yourself in a comfortable position.
you let out a long sigh, trying your best to ignore the way his voice was still thick with sleep and how his arms felt impossibly warm around you.
“euijoo,” you whispered, though there was far less protest in your tone now. you glanced over at the time on your phone.
if you skipped breakfast, threw on some clothes, and left your hair alone.. maybe you could spare a little more time.
euijoo tightened his arms around you the moment you stopped resisting, letting out a content little sigh as he tucked you closer to his chest.
“there we go,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. “knew you’d stay.”
you rolled your eyes, though your hand had already found its way into his hair.
a sleepy smile spread across his face, and he gave your waist a gentle squeeze, clearly pleased with himself.
“i guess i'll skip doing my hair.. that gives us 30 minutes..”
you could feel his small smile form against your skin. “thank you, my love.. you look cute with your natural hair anyways too.” he lowered his head, pressing an absentminded kiss on your shoulder.
you grinned and let out a tiny chuckle. “don’t tell me next that my natural face looks better too.”
he hummed, “it's true.. but i won’t. these 30 minutes will be enough for me.”
synopsis: the guy of your dreams finally asks you on a date. the problem? you've barely had your first kiss—and he looks like he definitely knows what he's doing. panicking, you ask the campus resident playboy, choi yeonjun, for lessons. strictly practical. no feelings. no strings. except yeonjun isn't as experienced as everyone thinks.
✧ pairing: playboy student!choi yeonjun x student!reader
✧ genre/warnings: explicit sexual content (smut with plot, 18+ mdni), rom-com, college au, sexual exploration, coming of age, fwb, teaching trope, sexual themes & sexting, clumsy intimacy, love triangle-ish, smoking, alcohol/party settings, in chapter warnings to apply
✧ total word count: est. 35k~
✧ status: completed
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ index
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lesson one
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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི -- why’d you only call me when you’re high? by the arctic monkeys
ʚɞ pairing: ex bf!sunghoon x female!reader content: angst // toxic relationship (ish) // fluff warnings (?): weed mentioned wc: 1.3k
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 4 months after the breakup, you and sunghoon are still stuck in a cycle of late-night calls and temporary reunions. he only reaches out when he’s lonely and high, leaving you clinging to the hope that each visit means he wants you back. but when you realize he never talks to you during the day and when he's not fully sober, the feelings you’ve buried become impossible to ignore.
sunghoon: hey, u up?
sent at 1:23AM
y/n: i am
sunghoon: ill pick u up in 5
y/n: can we see each other in the evening?
sunghoon: too early
sunghoon: wanna see u please
sunghoon: haven't seen u this whole week
y/n: im exhausted, i have work in the morning.
sunghoon: please y/n
y/n: hurry up then
in no time, you could hear sunghoon's car outside, pulling up into the parking lot of your apartment.
peering outside your window, you hurriedly grabbed your keys and threw a big hoodie on you.
you walked outside, and into sunghoon's car.
you closed the door shut.
he looked over at you, one hand at the steering wheel.
"i missed you,"
he reached over with his free hand, smoothing out your hair on the top of your head.
a slight heat rushed to your face, then taking ahold of his hand that was on your own head. "what've you been up to this week?"
he lowered his hand off of your head to shift the gear into drive, then immediately returning back to interlock with your left hand.
"just work."
you tried to hide your smile, but the soft comfort of him made you feel a way. the way he used to make you feel 4 months ago.
arriving at the overlook on the hills, he parked and his hands were on you once again. his right hand grazed your face, placing a soft kiss on your jaw. just as if it was by instinct.
you closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into the familiarity of him.
for a while, everything felt painfully normal.
he pulled you closer until your head rested against his shoulder. his fingers traced absentminded patterns against your arm, and you hated how easily your body remembered him. how natural it still felt to be here with him, like nothing had changed.
but beneath the comfort was the ache you had been carrying for months.
you thought about the unanswered texts during the day. the weeks of silence. the way he only ever seemed to need you after midnight, just coincidentally when he was high.
tonight, the weight of it all felt too heavy to ignore.
you shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look at him.
“sunghoon, can we.. talk for a second?"
he nodded, one arm rested onto the center console, while the other laid restlessly in his lap.
you searched his face, your heart pounding.
“do you still love me?”
you took a long look at him.
his eyes were glassy and red, the faint scent of weed still lingering in the car. he just stared back at you, silent, as if the answer was somewhere inside him but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
you pressed your lips together, looking away absently. “this is the problem," you said quietly. "we can’t keep doing this.”
sunghoon shifted in his seat.
“y/n—”
“no, just… let me finish.”
your voice trembled, but you forced yourself to keep going.
for months, you had swallowed every thought that kept you awake after he dropped you off at home. every question you were too afraid to ask. every hope you kept convincing yourself not to have.
“i don’t know why i keep doing this to myself,” you whispered. “you only call me when it’s convenient for you. when we’re together, you’re always high.”
the words hung heavily between you. you let out a shaky breath and turned to face him again, your eyes filled with tears.
“for a few hours, you make me feel like nothing changed. like maybe you still want me the way i want you.” your voice cracked. “but when the night is over, you go back to acting like i don’t exist.”
you swallowed hard.
“i need to know if any of this means something to you.. or if i'm just someone you call when you don’t want to be alone.”
sunghoon’s jaw tightened, and for the first time that night, he looked away. his fingers loosened around yours, and the warmth of his hand disappeared from your lap.
“it’s not like that,” he said quietly.
“then what is it like, sunghoon?”
he stayed silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the windshield.
“i don’t know.”
you nodded slowly, forcing yourself to accept the answer you had been avoiding for months.
“exactly.”
he finally turned to look at you, guilt written all over his face.
“i- i can't explain it.”
"it's been 4 months— 4 months," you let out a breath. “and every time you call me, i let myself believe that maybe this time will be different. that you’re going to tell me you want me back.”
a tear slid down your cheek.
“but you never do. and you haven't.”
sunghoon dragged a hand through his hair, frustration and regret flashing across his face.
“i do want you.”
you looked at him, searching his face. “then why is it only when you’re high?”
he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
you clasped your hands together softly, looking down at your lap. it was like your heart was breaking all over again, you felt betrayed.
a few minutes passed. in those few minutes, it was quiet. but despite it being silent, you still felt that comfort being with him. in his presence.
you then finally turned to him. your eyes widened at the sight.
his eyes were glossy, the emotional kind of glossy this time- for the first time.
he opened his mouth hesitantly.
“when I’m sober, all i can think about is how i messed this up,” he admitted. “how i hurt you. how i let the best thing in my life disappear.” his voice cracked. “and every time i think about trying to fix it, i convince myself you’re better off without me.”
your attention was still on him.
“so instead,” he continued, “i get high because it’s the only time i can shut off my head long enough to tell you what i’m really feeling. to express my genuine love for you.”
another tear slid down your cheek.
“it’s selfish.” he shook his head. “i know i’ve been unfair to you. i keep showing up because being with you is the only time i feel okay, but then i leave because i'm.. i'm just scared.”
he reached for your hand again, more carefully this time.
“i do love you, y/n.”
his fingers trembled around yours. your hand shook slightly.
“i never stopped.”
you searched his face, trying to decide whether this was just another late-night confession or the truth you had been waiting months to hear.
“i don’t need you to love me only when you’re high,” you whispered. “i need you to love me when you’re sober too.”
he nodded immediately. “you’re right.” he took a shaky breath. “i don’t want to keep doing this to you.”
for a moment, his thumb brushed across your knuckles. “i’m not asking you to trust me tonight,” he swallowed hard. “but if you’ll let me, i want to do this the right way.”
you stayed quiet.
“no more calling you at one in the morning. no more disappearing.”
his eyes met yours.
“i’ll call you tomorrow afternoon. sober.”
you studied him for a long moment.
and for the first time in months, he wasn’t hiding behind silence or smoke. he was looking at you with clear intention, even if his eyes were still red.
you nodded slowly.
“okay.”
relief washed over his face.
he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. you closed your eyes.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered.
you rested your head against his shoulder, allowing yourself to believe— not that everything was fixed, but that this could be the beginning of something different.
the next afternoon, at 3:17 p.m., your phone lit up.
synopsis ⨾ resellers aren’t really that annoying . . . right? wrong! when you repeatedly miss out on clothes from your usual source, only to see the exact pieces you wanted pop up on different girls online, it doesn’t take long to realise a mysterious reseller has been beating you to it every time. after some digging, you discover the account belongs to not only a man, but one of your favorite mutuals — nishimura riki.
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི currently listening to… not around by nova
ʚɞ pairing: college student!heeseung x college student!female content: smau // strangers to lovers // fluff
synopsis . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. you do your friend a favor by messaging a person you’ve never spoke to before, but before you realize it, it spirals into something much more.
