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no nct = no life

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WELCOME TO..

NeoCultureReads <- click here for more info This blog is for those as delulu as me <3 I write for nct (all units), cortis, and more to come!!

MASTERLIST

NCT Ryo: "I'd wait 1000 days if i had to..." Sakuya: Cheat C0DE Yushi: Cat-astrophe

CORTIS Keonho: Build a bitch bear ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

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man i rlly wanted those tickets...

awe but honestly biggest congrats to the boys :( sold out in under 15 mins; that's honestly crazy. ugh just imagine what a great sweet 16 gift going to the concert would have been thoo!! should have known better it wouldn't happen, sigh. i rlly wanted to see blonde james too ugh!

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WHAT THE FUCK KIM JUHOON 😭😭😭😭😭😭 his fanservice days have fr started; bro graduated from martin’s school of rizzology 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 (and failed seonghyeon’s school of clockthemology)

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Build a bitch bear ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Synopsis: Growing up in the countryside felt peaceful for you—somewhere you belonged. All until your grandmother took you into the city for christmas, possibly ruining every rule and christmas traditions you had—but maybe it was time for a new christmas tradition.

Content: cityboy!keonho x countrygirl!reader

wc: 2k

Taglist: @jenniebyrubies @gyubvlin @imbaebi @himsssss @zooweemimi @zaicrayola

notes: omg guys sorry im finally here with the second chapter!!! Be warned, though; Keonho's a big-time flirt.

Chapter 2: Kiss-My-Ass-Keonho

Letting Keonho show you around was a horrible idea. You already knew the halls went on for ages, and that meant staying with Keonho would also go on for ages as well.

“So, not from round here are you, buttercups?”

“Buttercups?” You scoffed.

“Yeah, you seem like a buttercup.” He smiled carelessly.

“First, I’m not ‘buttercup.’ Second, so what if I'm not from around here?” You spat out defensively, Keonho holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Feisty, aren’t you, buttercup?” He smirked slightly, his eyes shining under the big-ass chandelier as he glanced up, his smirk growing.

“What?” You spat. He glanced up again, making you follow his gaze.

Oh, just amazing. 

This kid was smirking like a loser just because you guys were standing under the mistletoe.

“Pucker up, buttercup.” He straightened up before leaning in.

“Woah—what the hell are you doing?” You stepped back quickly.

‘This kid’s definitely on the naughty list,’ you thought.

“Afraid of some mistletoe, buttercup?” He said with the same infuriating smile. 

God, this kid was something. A pure pain in the ass. You just wanted to punch him straight in the face—but you knew that wasn't an option (unfortunately).

“Cat got your tongue?” His smirk grew just as much as your anger.

'No, but my foot will be up your ass if you don’t stop speaking.’ That's what you thought in your head. It took every string in you not to let it slip out.

“I think this tour can end, thanks.” You faked a smile, hoping to get out of there, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, last I checked, Justin said to grab a shawty under the mistletoe.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Y’know, ‘I should be playing with my folks in the winter snow, but imma be under the mistletoe'—the song?" He winked, pulling you back closer.

“So what I’m getting from this is that you’re a goofball?” You feigned concern, placing a hand over your chest.

“Not quite, buttercup.” He chuckled and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“I may be a goofball, but when I see something I like, I go for it.”

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“He said what?!" Lia squealed, grabbing your shoulders and rocking you back and forth.

“Stop getting all excited! This isn’t fun news!” Lia ignored your protest as she kept shaking the life out of you.

After last night's events, you told your grandma this week was definitely sent out to be complete HELL. But she just thought Keonho was a sweet and innocent doll. So now you're at the mall with Lia, who came to the city for you, whining to her about how much you wanted this week to be over.

“It’s not every day a cute guy is flirting with you, y/n!!”

“You mean an overly stupid guy.” You scoffed, still thinking about Keonho's tactics.

"Well, don’t be such a buzzkill! You should have fun!” Lia tried to convince you, but you had already set your mind to avoiding Keonho as much as you possibly could.

“Lia, he’s a weirdo. He literally said he had to grab a shawty under the mistletoe. What kind of bullshit is that?”

“The Justin Bieber kind,” Lia wiggled her eyebrows, making you shake your head and shove her aside.

“You can’t avoid him 24/7! You should totally mess with him!”

“Mess with him? Really?” You glared at Lia in disbelief.

“Yea! Think of it like this!” 

Lia pulled you into one of the teddy bear shops, pointing to the bears as she picked one up.

“This here is Keonho!” She held the bear up for you, making you hold the teddy.

“And this one is you!” She picked up another toy, this one a bunny.

“Keonho is the big bear, while you're the cute little bunny!”

“What’s your point here—" You asked before Lia shushed you.

“I’m getting there! Listen very carefully!” She cleared her throat, holding both teddies up.

“Now, do you know why these teddies aren’t stuffed?” She asked you expectantly.

"Because it’s fucking build-a-bear and the people need to stuff it?” 

Lia scoffed at your answer, shaking her head no.

“Think deeper! Emotional connection!” She made gestures with her hands, as if she were expanding on something big.

“Help me out here?…" You asked, still lost and confused as to what her point was.

“You idiot! You have to build the bear!” 

You thought being around Keonho would be horrible, but your best friend seemed to be the one more on crack.

"You're joking, right? That’s literally what I just said!”

“No, you said the workers have to fill it up! This is about building character! You and Keonho are building your bears!” 

“That is the stupidest shit you’ve ever said.”

Lia rolled her eyes at your comment before heading over to hand the teddies to a worker who filled them with stuffing.

“I still don’t get your point here.”

"That's because you have no emotional depth! What could be so hard to understand about it?!" She huffed, the fluffing machine blurring her voice out, and the both of you were now speaking louder.

“I have emotional depth! You're just horrible at explaining!" You argued.

“Y/N, it’s self-explanatory! You and Keonho are the stuffies! And right now, the fluff is your personalities!” 

She pulled you to her side, pointing at the bear the employee was filling up. “Keonho is being filled with flirtatiousness, cockiness, and money. While you're getting filled with the good fluff!”

“What the hell is the good fluff?” You yelled over the machine.

“The good fluff is you're not building a bear!” She explained loudly, the machine slowly turning off, making everyone in the store hear what she said next.

"You're building a bitch!—oh..." She looked around the store, the workers staring at her as if they were trying not to laugh.

Lia glared at the worker, hands on her hips. "Oh, shut up, Ashly! I see your bitch is already built!”

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“I can’t believe you told the worker that!” You said, on the verge of tears, laughing your ass off.

"Ok, how was I supposed to know they’d kick us out?!” Lia tried to defend herself, making you laugh harder.

"Oh, honey, rephrase that! Not us! You! That was all YOU!”

Lia’s little ‘building bears’ and ‘emotional depth’ lesson was cut off after she told an employee their bitch was already built—said verbal violence wasn’t allowed and asked her to leave. Yikes!

“Whatever, Build-A-Bear doesn't deserve my company!” Your best friend scoffed while you had to hold your stomach, practically dying of laughter.

“Keep laughing y/n, you're going to have a great week with Keonho." She smirked.

Your laughter subsided for a second at her comment, glaring slightly. “Way to ruin a moment, Lia!”

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It was your third day of staying over at Aunt Linda's. Luckily you've managed to avoid Keonho most of the time. You did not need more of his cheesy pickup lines. Why? Simply because they sucked ass. 

When you went downstairs, your grandma and aunt Linda were in the living room, discussing activities to do for the day.

"It's been ages since we did some bowling!”

"Oh, it has! Remember when we would go all the time in high school?" Aunt Linda spoke with a hint of nostalgia. 

“Remember that hunk that was always in the lane beside us? Should have gone for him when I had the chance.” Your grandma sighed while you were regretting life choices.

“You guys won’t be around the day?” You asked.

“Your grandma and I are going to hit some of the old spots dear, but don’t worry! I've asked Keonho to keep you company! He'll take good care of you! ” Aunt Linda beamed.

Great, you were going to have to spend the day with the douchebag.

Ahn Keonho?

More like kiss-my-ass Keonho.

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“Indoors or outdoors, buttercup?”

“Indoors.”

“Not much fun, are you?”

As promised, Keonho was around to keep you company, trying to figure out something fun for the both of you to do.

“We could try that mistletoe again. It's indoors, after all.” He smirked.

If Lia were here, she'd definitely make a comment about how smooth he was. But you weren't, Lia. Only thought that ran in your head is that this guy's a dumbass.

“Bring up the mistletoe one more time and I will shove it up your ass.” You mumbled but he caught it, his signature smile coming back.

“What was that, buttercup? Say it one more time, nice and clear for me."

You glared at him, speaking sarcastically, "Mistletoe sounds great!”

“Now you're starting to speak my language, buttercup.” He said with that same infuriating yet charming smile, making you groan in disgust.

"Let's just watch a movie or something.” You tried to change the topic, Keonho luckily nodding in agreement.

He took you to the theatre room, the one you discovered the first night you and your grandma came here. The screen was a thousand times bigger up close, almost mocking you and your tiny form.

“So, what do you want to watch?” He asked, sorting through a couple DVDs. "I've got action, comedy, horror..." He went through a few options before he picked up one DVD with a grin.

“Into rom-coms, buttercups?”

“Yea, why?" You scoffed, crossing your arms as Keonho just leaned against the wall, dvd in his hands.

“Ever watched this one?” He showed you the dvd, the label read ‘To All The Boys I've Loved Before.' You've watched it hundreds of times with Lia. She was quite the hopeless romantic type, always showing you romance movies.

"Yeah, I’ve seen it before." You said as Keonho's grin grew mischievously. He was always up to something.

“So then you're familiar with the hot tub scene, the one where they kiss.” He said innocently, batting his lashes that were annoyingly longer than yours.

“Yea, and?” You glared at him, already disliking how this was going.

“Got a hot tub on the roof,” he winked, getting closer.

"Should we re-create the scene?”

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“HE SAID WHAT???!!?!!?” Lia squealed, yelling over the phone.

“More bullshit, that's what.” You scoffed.

Keonho was no doubt the biggest flirt you’ve ever met. Who did this kid think he was?

“Girl he’s whipped!!” Lia squealed again, making you groan.

“Stop squealing! This isn’t fun!”

“You have to bag the baddie, y/n!” She squealed again.

“Bag the baddie? What shit are you on this time? First you talk about building a bear and now bagging the baddie?” You spat out but Lia only gushed more.

“Yes, yes! This is great! Now you build your bitch!!”

“You make no sense.” You said blandly, tempted to just cut the call off on her.

“Y/n, focus! If you want to bag Keonho, you need to play hard to get!”

“Who the fuck says I want to bag him?” You sneered. Never in a million years would YOU go for Keonho. Absolutely not.

“Honey, please. He's smooth, tall, rich, and handsome. Gotta get him while you can. Who knows when you'll get another chance?? I'm tired of seeing your ass single all the time.” Lia said it as if it were a logical explanation. As if anything she said made sense. FYI, it didn’t.

"You're single too!” you spat out, practically screaming over the phone in disbelief.

"Well, if I had a pretty boy wrapped round my finger like you do, then I wouldn't be. Come on y/n, put that big brain of yours to use!”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m not crazy, but you know who is? Lover boy Keon-”

You cut the call before she could finish.

You and Keonho were two completely different people. And if anything, Keonho's just a flirt, he's not serious.

right?

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Build a bitch bear ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Synopsis: Growing up in the countryside felt peaceful for you—somewhere you belonged. All until your grandmother took you into the city for christmas, possibly ruining every rule and christmas traditions you had—but maybe it was time for a new christmas tradition.

Content: cityboy!keonho x countrygirl!reader

Status: Ongoing

Chapters and masterlist!!

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You put the 'rich' in 'snob'

Kiss-My-Ass-Keonho

..more to come

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Build a bitch bear ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Synopsis: Growing up in the countryside felt peaceful for you—somewhere you belonged. All until your grandmother took you into the city for christmas, possibly ruining every rule and christmas traditions you had—but maybe it was time for a new christmas tradition.

Content: cityboy!keonho x countrygirl!reader

wc: 2k

Taglist: @jenniebyrubies @gyubvlin @imbaebi @himsssss @zooweemimi @zaicrayola

notes: omg guys sorry im finally here with the second chapter!!! Be warned, though; Keonho's a big-time flirt.

Chapter 2: Kiss-My-Ass-Keonho

Letting Keonho show you around was a horrible idea. You already knew the halls went on for ages, and that meant staying with Keonho would also go on for ages as well.

“So, not from round here are you, buttercups?”

“Buttercups?” You scoffed.

“Yeah, you seem like a buttercup.” He smiled carelessly.

“First, I’m not ‘buttercup.’ Second, so what if I'm not from around here?” You spat out defensively, Keonho holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Feisty, aren’t you, buttercup?” He smirked slightly, his eyes shining under the big-ass chandelier as he glanced up, his smirk growing.

“What?” You spat. He glanced up again, making you follow his gaze.

Oh, just amazing. 

This kid was smirking like a loser just because you guys were standing under the mistletoe.

“Pucker up, buttercup.” He straightened up before leaning in.

“Woah—what the hell are you doing?” You stepped back quickly.

‘This kid’s definitely on the naughty list,’ you thought.

“Afraid of some mistletoe, buttercup?” He said with the same infuriating smile. 

God, this kid was something. A pure pain in the ass. You just wanted to punch him straight in the face—but you knew that wasn't an option (unfortunately).

“Cat got your tongue?” His smirk grew just as much as your anger.

'No, but my foot will be up your ass if you don’t stop speaking.’ That's what you thought in your head. It took every string in you not to let it slip out.

“I think this tour can end, thanks.” You faked a smile, hoping to get out of there, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, last I checked, Justin said to grab a shawty under the mistletoe.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Y’know, ‘I should be playing with my folks in the winter snow, but imma be under the mistletoe'—the song?" He winked, pulling you back closer.

“So what I’m getting from this is that you’re a goofball?” You feigned concern, placing a hand over your chest.

“Not quite, buttercup.” He chuckled and leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“I may be a goofball, but when I see something I like, I go for it.”

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“He said what?!" Lia squealed, grabbing your shoulders and rocking you back and forth.

“Stop getting all excited! This isn’t fun news!” Lia ignored your protest as she kept shaking the life out of you.

After last night's events, you told your grandma this week was definitely sent out to be complete HELL. But she just thought Keonho was a sweet and innocent doll. So now you're at the mall with Lia, who came to the city for you, whining to her about how much you wanted this week to be over.

“It’s not every day a cute guy is flirting with you, y/n!!”

“You mean an overly stupid guy.” You scoffed, still thinking about Keonho's tactics.

"Well, don’t be such a buzzkill! You should have fun!” Lia tried to convince you, but you had already set your mind to avoiding Keonho as much as you possibly could.

“Lia, he’s a weirdo. He literally said he had to grab a shawty under the mistletoe. What kind of bullshit is that?”

“The Justin Bieber kind,” Lia wiggled her eyebrows, making you shake your head and shove her aside.

“You can’t avoid him 24/7! You should totally mess with him!”

“Mess with him? Really?” You glared at Lia in disbelief.

“Yea! Think of it like this!” 

Lia pulled you into one of the teddy bear shops, pointing to the bears as she picked one up.

“This here is Keonho!” She held the bear up for you, making you hold the teddy.

“And this one is you!” She picked up another toy, this one a bunny.

“Keonho is the big bear, while you're the cute little bunny!”

“What’s your point here—" You asked before Lia shushed you.

“I’m getting there! Listen very carefully!” She cleared her throat, holding both teddies up.

“Now, do you know why these teddies aren’t stuffed?” She asked you expectantly.

"Because it’s fucking build-a-bear and the people need to stuff it?” 

Lia scoffed at your answer, shaking her head no.

“Think deeper! Emotional connection!” She made gestures with her hands, as if she were expanding on something big.

“Help me out here?…" You asked, still lost and confused as to what her point was.

“You idiot! You have to build the bear!” 

You thought being around Keonho would be horrible, but your best friend seemed to be the one more on crack.

"You're joking, right? That’s literally what I just said!”

“No, you said the workers have to fill it up! This is about building character! You and Keonho are building your bears!” 

“That is the stupidest shit you’ve ever said.”

Lia rolled her eyes at your comment before heading over to hand the teddies to a worker who filled them with stuffing.

“I still don’t get your point here.”

"That's because you have no emotional depth! What could be so hard to understand about it?!" She huffed, the fluffing machine blurring her voice out, and the both of you were now speaking louder.

“I have emotional depth! You're just horrible at explaining!" You argued.

“Y/N, it’s self-explanatory! You and Keonho are the stuffies! And right now, the fluff is your personalities!” 

She pulled you to her side, pointing at the bear the employee was filling up. “Keonho is being filled with flirtatiousness, cockiness, and money. While you're getting filled with the good fluff!”

“What the hell is the good fluff?” You yelled over the machine.

“The good fluff is you're not building a bear!” She explained loudly, the machine slowly turning off, making everyone in the store hear what she said next.

"You're building a bitch!—oh..." She looked around the store, the workers staring at her as if they were trying not to laugh.

Lia glared at the worker, hands on her hips. "Oh, shut up, Ashly! I see your bitch is already built!”

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“I can’t believe you told the worker that!” You said, on the verge of tears, laughing your ass off.

"Ok, how was I supposed to know they’d kick us out?!” Lia tried to defend herself, making you laugh harder.

"Oh, honey, rephrase that! Not us! You! That was all YOU!”

Lia’s little ‘building bears’ and ‘emotional depth’ lesson was cut off after she told an employee their bitch was already built—said verbal violence wasn’t allowed and asked her to leave. Yikes!

“Whatever, Build-A-Bear doesn't deserve my company!” Your best friend scoffed while you had to hold your stomach, practically dying of laughter.

“Keep laughing y/n, you're going to have a great week with Keonho." She smirked.

Your laughter subsided for a second at her comment, glaring slightly. “Way to ruin a moment, Lia!”

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It was your third day of staying over at Aunt Linda's. Luckily you've managed to avoid Keonho most of the time. You did not need more of his cheesy pickup lines. Why? Simply because they sucked ass. 

When you went downstairs, your grandma and aunt Linda were in the living room, discussing activities to do for the day.

"It's been ages since we did some bowling!”

"Oh, it has! Remember when we would go all the time in high school?" Aunt Linda spoke with a hint of nostalgia. 

“Remember that hunk that was always in the lane beside us? Should have gone for him when I had the chance.” Your grandma sighed while you were regretting life choices.

“You guys won’t be around the day?” You asked.

“Your grandma and I are going to hit some of the old spots dear, but don’t worry! I've asked Keonho to keep you company! He'll take good care of you! ” Aunt Linda beamed.

Great, you were going to have to spend the day with the douchebag.

Ahn Keonho?

More like kiss-my-ass Keonho.

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“Indoors or outdoors, buttercup?”

“Indoors.”

“Not much fun, are you?”

As promised, Keonho was around to keep you company, trying to figure out something fun for the both of you to do.

“We could try that mistletoe again. It's indoors, after all.” He smirked.

If Lia were here, she'd definitely make a comment about how smooth he was. But you weren't, Lia. Only thought that ran in your head is that this guy's a dumbass.

“Bring up the mistletoe one more time and I will shove it up your ass.” You mumbled but he caught it, his signature smile coming back.

“What was that, buttercup? Say it one more time, nice and clear for me."

You glared at him, speaking sarcastically, "Mistletoe sounds great!”

“Now you're starting to speak my language, buttercup.” He said with that same infuriating yet charming smile, making you groan in disgust.

"Let's just watch a movie or something.” You tried to change the topic, Keonho luckily nodding in agreement.

He took you to the theatre room, the one you discovered the first night you and your grandma came here. The screen was a thousand times bigger up close, almost mocking you and your tiny form.

“So, what do you want to watch?” He asked, sorting through a couple DVDs. "I've got action, comedy, horror..." He went through a few options before he picked up one DVD with a grin.

“Into rom-coms, buttercups?”

“Yea, why?" You scoffed, crossing your arms as Keonho just leaned against the wall, dvd in his hands.

“Ever watched this one?” He showed you the dvd, the label read ‘To All The Boys I've Loved Before.' You've watched it hundreds of times with Lia. She was quite the hopeless romantic type, always showing you romance movies.

"Yeah, I’ve seen it before." You said as Keonho's grin grew mischievously. He was always up to something.

“So then you're familiar with the hot tub scene, the one where they kiss.” He said innocently, batting his lashes that were annoyingly longer than yours.

“Yea, and?” You glared at him, already disliking how this was going.

“Got a hot tub on the roof,” he winked, getting closer.

"Should we re-create the scene?”

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“HE SAID WHAT???!!?!!?” Lia squealed, yelling over the phone.

“More bullshit, that's what.” You scoffed.

Keonho was no doubt the biggest flirt you’ve ever met. Who did this kid think he was?

“Girl he’s whipped!!” Lia squealed again, making you groan.

“Stop squealing! This isn’t fun!”

“You have to bag the baddie, y/n!” She squealed again.

“Bag the baddie? What shit are you on this time? First you talk about building a bear and now bagging the baddie?” You spat out but Lia only gushed more.

“Yes, yes! This is great! Now you build your bitch!!”

“You make no sense.” You said blandly, tempted to just cut the call off on her.

“Y/n, focus! If you want to bag Keonho, you need to play hard to get!”

“Who the fuck says I want to bag him?” You sneered. Never in a million years would YOU go for Keonho. Absolutely not.

“Honey, please. He's smooth, tall, rich, and handsome. Gotta get him while you can. Who knows when you'll get another chance?? I'm tired of seeing your ass single all the time.” Lia said it as if it were a logical explanation. As if anything she said made sense. FYI, it didn’t.

"You're single too!” you spat out, practically screaming over the phone in disbelief.

"Well, if I had a pretty boy wrapped round my finger like you do, then I wouldn't be. Come on y/n, put that big brain of yours to use!”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m not crazy, but you know who is? Lover boy Keon-”

You cut the call before she could finish.

You and Keonho were two completely different people. And if anything, Keonho's just a flirt, he's not serious.

right?

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..eunseok buddy lets think before we speak. 😭

kfans going crazy again too, y'all RUN like wdym u defending ts and calling him the n word like get out..

Anyways, stream Xnghan&Xoul! 💞

#come and give me that feeling

#give me life with new meaning

#DANCE ALL NIGHT!

[carisd]

i hate when a man’s body is more tea than mine

[hahaechans]

How you met your piecer bf!riku

head cannons (idk if this counts as head cannons LOL)

Riku x introvert!Reader a/n: I saw a TikTok post about what nctwish would do if they weren't K-pop idols!! So yep! This was so rushed, but enjoy! & reader might seem insecure for a few moments.

-You were on your way to your first piercing appointment, and you decided to finally get a belly piercing after mustering enough confidence

-You're overthinking the closer you get to the piercing studio, you just pray you get someone nice and gentle

-As you open the door, you check in and sign your stuff, then the receptionist asks you to choose the jewelry for your navel. After saying that, the receptionist said the piercer will be there soon

-The moment you saw him, you knew you were done for. He is so gorgeous that he could be a literal model, and he's wearing a black tank top, which really puts a sharp contrast with his tan skin.

-He smiled, "Hey im Riku im gonna be taking care of you today, follow me to the procedure room," he says as he steadily puts on his sterile gloves

-Honetly this man right in front of you was gorgeous and charming, and he had this scent of something like a mix of sweet, cedar, and nutty, you felt yourself get embarrassingly nervous, and a slight blush rose to your cheeks... and you're starting to think he noticed

-"First time?" he breaks the silence, holding back a smile at how cute you are. You nod "yes," your hands shaking a little. "Don't worry, I have very steady hands. Could you sit down so I could see your navel shelf? giving a soft, airy smile

-After he checks and makes sure you have the correct anatomy, he disinfects the area and carefully explains every step before he touches anything

-He's used to people getting nervous about the needles, but he notices you don't seem exactly nervous about the needles; you're nervous about him

-He was leaning over you, ready to do the piercing. You held in your breath in a nervous trance. He paused, and you could feel the warmth of his breathe "You have to breathe for me, okay?" his voice was silky and soft; it felt like a quick pinch well, a very long pinch...

-After the piercing, he cleaned up the area and gave after-care instructions, and walked you to the receptionist so you could pay. Before you could leave, he gentley taps your shoulder and handed you a tiny piece of paper.

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a year later

-"Do you remember when we first met? You were so cute and nervous and super shy," he giggles, as he tightens his hug around you, "Riku! Stop, you gave off a super strong impression, okay?? I hope you aren't giving your phone number to any other girl though," you teased "neverrr i absolutely adore my girlfriend here she is the cutest" he says as he squishes your cheeks"

-Since dating Piercer!Riku, you've maybe come back and gotten a few other piercings

-On your first date with Piercer!Riku was such a gentleman, and you eventually got over your shyness with him (kinda). You guys hit it off amazingly; it felt like you guys had known each other since forever, talking about interests and childhood memories and beyond.

-Piercer!Riku is such an attentive boyfriend, he's so caring and gentle, and seriously the cutest, despite sometimes maybe seeming a little intimidating, he IS the cutest. Whenever you visit him at his apartment, and if he sees that you might feel the slightest bit down, he would say, "What's up, doll, you seem sad?" depending on the answer. It doesn't really matter because he would be showering you with love and spoiling you, asking what you would want to eat for that night or do for the rest of the night.

-your thinking, damn getting that piercing was so worth it.

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I hope you guys liked it!! And I hope it wasn't cringe LOL I did not spell check, I finished this at 1 am LOL

taglist: @gyubvlin

[neoculturereads]

Build a bitch bear ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Synopsis: Growing up in the countryside felt peaceful for you—somewhere you belonged. All until your grandmother took you into the city for christmas, possibly ruining every rule and christmas traditions you had—but maybe it was time for a new christmas tradition.

Content: cityboy!keonho x countrygirl!reader

wc: 2k

Taglist: @jenniebyrubies @gyubvlin @imbaebi @himsssss

notes: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT EVERYONE BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOY THE FIRST CHAPTER!

Chapter 1: Your put the 'rich' in 'snob'

RINGGGGGGGGGG

To say halls were crowded was an understatement. It was a fucking stampede! All students rushing out of their last class, throwing papers up in the air like they just won the lottery. A holly jolly smile on everyone's face as the teachers greeted everyone out.

“Have a happy holiday, everyone!- safe travels- have a good winter break!” 

Went on and on till you finally got out of your class. Jeez. If only teachers could take a hint—students are glad to get away from them. Too bad teachers love to keep their mouths running.

“We fucking made it!!” Your friend Lia jumps in excitement, probably more relief. 

“I swear biology would never end! Take that, Mr. Fin!” She punched her fists into the air, fighting her inner demons (probably Mr. Fin).

“You’re so dramatic sometimes.” You laughed at your friend's behaviour. You believe that the sped quiz you took with her wasn't lying when it said she was 67% autistic. You'd tease her more often about it, but saying 67 is a whole deal nowadays without people going crazy. Whatever happened to good ole’ 69?

“Mr. Fin should suck a fat one. I hope he gets stuck in snow or something!” Lia kept shooting insults about her biology teacher, still punching the air as if it was attacking her. 

“What the hell are you trying to punch? A ghost?” You snorted.

“I’m punching the fucking molecules Mr. Fin wouldn’t shut up about!” Lia punched the air- no, cross that- she was punching the molecules harder until her hand accidentally punched into the side of a locker.

“OWWWW”

“Mr. Fin would say that is the great impact of collision.” You laughed as Lia frowned over her hand.

“So not funny, y/n.” Lia huffed.

“Oh, hold up, I think Taylor’s calling me.” You made a fake phone with your hand, pretending to be engaging with someone.

“I swear to god if you make some stupid cheesy joke-” Lia looked like she was ready to stop you but was too late.

You gasped dramatically, as if your hand phone just told you the most shocking thing ever. “Oh my god, guess what she said?- Shake it off, shake it off!” You made your stupid joke and Lia rolled her eyes.

“You’re literally so fucking fruity. I said I was a fan like years ago.” While lia groaned you laughed like you were the most funniest person alive. 

Lia rolled her eyes and shook her hand off but immediately regretted it. 

“OW OW NO DON'T SHAKE IT OFF!” Lia winced in pain and all you did was laugh more. Great friends indeed.

_____________________________

When you got home, you slumped onto the couch, tossing your bag in a corner. Finally, winter break. And that meant Christmas was coming around too—your most- and least-favourite holiday. Just as you were ready to sink further into the couch, your grandma called out for you from the kitchen.

“Y/N, dear, come help me out with something.” 

“Hi, Gammy. " You greeted your grandma as she smiled back at you while mixing spices together in a pot.

“Hi dear, how was your last day?” She beckoned with a bigger smile. You could already tell something was up.

“It was good, just glad it’s finally the break.” You slipped into one of the stools by the counter.

“You must be excited for Christmas, right?” Your grandma says knowingly, with a hint of surprise in her voice. You hum in response.

“Actually I was thinking, this year we can do something else.”

There it was. You knew right from that grin on her face she was about to butter her way up into something.

“Something else? Like what?” you said, unfazed.

“Well, one of my friends from the city invited us over for the next two weeks—”

“The city?” You cut your grandma off, looking at her like she said the worst thing ever.

“I know it’s not your ideal Christmas, but it would be good to get out.” Your grandma tried to reason, but you were already getting up to go to your room.

“I’m not going to the city.” You said firmly before going to your room.

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When you were 8, you lived in the city with your parents. A cozy apartment, something that felt like home. All until your parents got in a terrible accident on Christmas. Since then you have lived with your grandmother in the countryside, away from the city. You and your grandmother had made a Christmas tradition where every year you'd stay at home and decorate the tree with your parents' favourite ornaments, the ones they would always put up with you before they passed.

 There was one specific ornament you would place near the top of the tree every year. It was custom-made in the shape of a heart, with little doodles you and your parents drew on it. It was something meaningful you had left of them—something to remember them by during the holidays. After decorating the tree, you and your grandmother would visit their grave and sit there for a while before going home and drinking hot cocoa while watching cheesy winter rom-com. It was like that every Christmas. Comfortable, safe, and away from the city you haven't been to in years, and you planned to keep it that way.

There was a knock on your door, your grandma peaking in.

“Y/n, can I come in?” 

“You’re already half way in gammy.” You looked at your grandma, who was peeking in with half her body in the doorway. She laughed and came in, sitting beside you on your bed.

“I think it would be nice to go for a bit. You can see the city again and have some fun. Just give it some thought. My friend said she's giving us both separate guest rooms, and she'll take us out to the good spots—we will have fun.” She nudged you lightly.

“Isn’t this the rich snob friend?” You whined.

“Shh, we don't say that in front of her when we go.” Your grandma hushed you and you both laughed lightly. She was quite the one with gossip.

“So, what do you say?”

You were hesitant, but your grandma always had a way of convincing you.

“Fine. But not the whole break.” You finally gave in

“Ok, deal. But get packing, we leave tomorrow.”

“What?—Gammy!"

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The next day your room was a mess with clothes around everywhere, trying to decide what to bring. You got Lia over to come help you too. Felt like a two-person job.

“This is cute.” Lia held out a wool sweater with blue jeans.

“Yeah, it works..." You said slightly unfocused.

“Hey, stop overthinking so much! You'll have fun!”

“Yeah, right. I’m going to be around rich snobs for days!” You scoffed as lia flunked onto your bed.

“Maybe there are some nice rich snobs—sexy even..." Lia spoke in a dreamy tone, and you glared at her.

“You’re delusional sometimes.” Lia laughed at your comment, sitting up.

“Not delusional, babes, just a romantic.” She winked as you sulked, still against the whole idea of spending your winter break in the city.

“Stop being so stuck up!! You’re going to have a good time!” She shook your shoulders.

“Still doubt it..."

Lia huffed and got up, going through your clothes again and throwing things into your bag.

“Bring all these. They’re cute.” Lia said, sorting through the pile of clothes as you sighed. 

This was about to be the longest week of your life.

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“Gammy? Why’s there a limo in the front?”

“Rich snobs.” Your grandma chuckled.

“I don’t get it.”

“My friend sent one of her drivers over. She said there are snacks and drinks in the back too.”

Your grandma said, looking very pleased.

When you guys got out of the house, a young man came out of the limo and grabbed your bags, as well as opened the car door for you both. You were completely unused to the fancy treatment, while, on the other hand, your grandma was clapping with excitement, thanking the man who opened the car door for her.

“What a sweetheart! Here, have a candy!” She pulled a piece of candy out of her pocket, giving it to the man and patting his back as if he just did God's work. You mentally groaned and got in after her.

“Wow, Linda still knows her stuff!” Your grandma sat by a fancy champagne bottle.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to drink that.”

“You’re such a goody-two-shoes, y/n! I’m only getting older! Let me live.” Your grandma opened the bottle, already pouring a glass.

“..merry christmas to you too gammy.” You said sarcastically while your grandma lifted her glass and took her sips happily.

You sighed and placed your headphones on, each bud in your ear as you tried to brace yourself for whatever was next.

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The car ride was actually bearable. You had ended up sleeping the whole ride, and when you woke up, the car was being pulled up to some penthouse.

“Woah..” You looked out the window, sitting up straight.

“It’s massive, isn’t it?” 

“How many floors does this thing have?”

“Linda said about three floors are part of her complex.”

“Of course it is—” You took a glance at your grandma before your gaze landed back on the window, only to pause and look straight back at her.

“Gammy!”

“What is it, dear?” 

“You drank all of it??” You pointed to the half-empty champagne bottle. It was fortunate the bottle was at least small.

“Don’t be silly!” Your grandma reached for another bottle, which was empty.

“What good is one? I had one and a half!” She held the empty bottle up like it was a prized possession.

“Gammy!” You gasped once again at your grandmothers tatics.

“It’s not every day I get such a treat! Couldn’t let this chance go to waste!”

You were about to scold your grandma until the door opened.

“Good timing, dear! Have another candy!” She pulled out another piece of candy from her purse, giving it to the man who opened the door again while hopping out. The man's expression stayed stoic while you exited the car. 

Another man came up to you guys, bowing and guiding you inside.

“Mrs. L/N, right this way.”

Your grandma was all giddy and giggling while following behind, making small talk with the man who was guiding you through the penthouse. You, on the other hand, stayed quiet and just observed. You were taken to the main floor, where you were greeted by your grandma's friend.

“Linda! Long time no see!” Your grandma hugged her friend, giving kisses.

“I’m so glad you decided to come!” Linda, your grandmother's friend smiled, giving kisses back.

“How could we say no to a chance like this, right, y/n?” Your grandma cheered.

“Right, thank you for having us, Mrs. Ahn.” You bowed politely.

“Oh, no need to be so formal, dear! Just call me Aunt Linda!” She pulled you into a hug. “The last time I saw you, you were so tiny, about yay high! You’ve grown so much!” Mrs. Ahn pinched your cheek while you smiled and chuckled nervously.

“Let me show you to the room I set up for you! Follow along, y/n!” Mrs. Ahn clapped happily while you and your grandma followed behind, the both of them instantly falling into conversation while leading you to where you'd be sleeping the next few nights.

“How was the ride, Doris?”

“Great with the bottles.” Your grandma and aunt Linda laughed.

“Good news, I’ve got more waiting downstairs for us!”

Oh great. You thought dealing with rich snobs would be bad, but drunk old ladies were NOT on your list. 

“Right, here we are!” Aunt Linda pushed a door open to a room twice the size of your bedroom back at home. “This will be your room for the next few nights, y/n! I hope it's okay.”

“Okay? This is more than okay!” You stared at the room in awe.

“Glad you like it. Why don't you settle in, and then you can join us downstairs?” You nodded as your grandma and Aunt Linda left the room.

Holy shit.

You just got some big-ass room with a queen-sized bed, a balcony, a walk-in closet, AND your own bathroom. Of course you had to do what would make most sense in the moment—

“WEEEE!” You jumped into the bed, laughing against the silk sheets.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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After having settled in your room, you made tried to find your way back downstairs, but it was a fucking maze. You even stumbled upon some theatre room. Like seriously, it was some big-ass screen and those chairs you can control with the buttons on the side. The place was crazy! And the halls went on and on until you finally found the stairs. You were lucky enough that the main floor was easier to navigate. 

In the kitchen were your grandma and Aunt Linda, sipping the promised bottle of another champagne. Just great.

"Oh, y/n! How are you settling in, dear?” Aunt Linda put her glass down and pulled out a stool for you.

“Really good, this place is huge.” 

“Aunt Linda likes things big.” Your grandma chuckled while taking another sip from her glass as Aunt Linda gasped.

“Doris! Don’t say such in front of my beautiful guest!” She cupped your face, clapping her hands on each side of your cheek.

3 words. Drunk old ladies.

Just as you thought things couldn’t get worse, some kid came into the kitchen. 

He was tall, his hair brown and sliky, wearing some brown designer jacket and jeans with some Louis Vuitton belt. The whole outfit screamed rich kid. Aunt Linda's attention was finally diverted from you, now on the boy, squishing his cheeks instead.

“Doris, this is my grandson Keonho!”

“What a handsome young man you are!” Your grandma complimented the boy, who was now smiling all sunshine and rainbows.

“My grandma never told me she had such beautiful friends.” He smiled cheekily.

“Oh, stop it! Although I do use an aging serum!” Your grandma giggled, and you couldn’t help but sigh at her comment, shaking your head slightly.

“Keonho, this is y/n, Doris’s granddaughter!” She introduced you to her grandson.

“Greetings, I see you get your beauty from your grandmother.” He took your hand and kissed it as if you were royal. Gosh, this kid was such a flirt. 

You pulled your hand away and gave a polite smile.

“I believe you guys are around the same age! You should get along well!” His grandma smiled in excitement.

“You should show y/n around, Keonho.” His grandma suggested that Keonho extend his hand again as he faced you.

“Up for a tour, pretty?” He winked, and you couldn’t help but stare in a judgmental way until your grandma nudged you, making you force a smile.

“Sure, why not?” 

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Only took me 4 months to drop one flipping chapter...! :3

[neoculturereads]

Build a bitch bear ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Synopsis: Growing up in the countryside felt peaceful for you—somewhere you belonged. All until your grandmother took you into the city for christmas, possibly ruining every rule and christmas traditions you had—but maybe it was time for a new christmas tradition.

Content: cityboy!keonho x countrygirl!reader

wc: 2k

Taglist: @jenniebyrubies @gyubvlin @imbaebi @himsssss

notes: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT EVERYONE BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOY THE FIRST CHAPTER!

Chapter 1: You put the 'rich' in 'snob'

RINGGGGGGGGGG

To say halls were crowded was an understatement. It was a fucking stampede! All students rushing out of their last class, throwing papers up in the air like they just won the lottery. A holly jolly smile on everyone's face as the teachers greeted everyone out.

“Have a happy holiday, everyone!- safe travels- have a good winter break!” 

Went on and on till you finally got out of your class. Jeez. If only teachers could take a hint—students are glad to get away from them. Too bad teachers love to keep their mouths running.

“We fucking made it!!” Your friend Lia jumps in excitement, probably more relief. 

“I swear biology would never end! Take that, Mr. Fin!” She punched her fists into the air, fighting her inner demons (probably Mr. Fin).

“You’re so dramatic sometimes.” You laughed at your friend's behaviour. You believe that the sped quiz you took with her wasn't lying when it said she was 67% autistic. You'd tease her more often about it, but saying 67 is a whole deal nowadays without people going crazy. Whatever happened to good ole’ 69?

“Mr. Fin should suck a fat one. I hope he gets stuck in snow or something!” Lia kept shooting insults about her biology teacher, still punching the air as if it was attacking her. 

“What the hell are you trying to punch? A ghost?” You snorted.

“I’m punching the fucking molecules Mr. Fin wouldn’t shut up about!” Lia punched the air- no, cross that- she was punching the molecules harder until her hand accidentally punched into the side of a locker.

“OWWWW”

“Mr. Fin would say that is the great impact of collision.” You laughed as Lia frowned over her hand.

“So not funny, y/n.” Lia huffed.

“Oh, hold up, I think Taylor’s calling me.” You made a fake phone with your hand, pretending to be engaging with someone.

“I swear to god if you make some stupid cheesy joke-” Lia looked like she was ready to stop you but was too late.

You gasped dramatically, as if your hand phone just told you the most shocking thing ever. “Oh my god, guess what she said?- Shake it off, shake it off!” You made your stupid joke and Lia rolled her eyes.

“You’re literally so fucking fruity. I said I was a fan like years ago.” While lia groaned you laughed like you were the most funniest person alive. 

Lia rolled her eyes and shook her hand off but immediately regretted it. 

“OW OW NO DON'T SHAKE IT OFF!” Lia winced in pain and all you did was laugh more. Great friends indeed.

_____________________________

When you got home, you slumped onto the couch, tossing your bag in a corner. Finally, winter break. And that meant Christmas was coming around too—your most- and least-favourite holiday. Just as you were ready to sink further into the couch, your grandma called out for you from the kitchen.

“Y/N, dear, come help me out with something.” 

“Hi, Gammy. " You greeted your grandma as she smiled back at you while mixing spices together in a pot.

“Hi dear, how was your last day?” She beckoned with a bigger smile. You could already tell something was up.

“It was good, just glad it’s finally the break.” You slipped into one of the stools by the counter.

“You must be excited for Christmas, right?” Your grandma says knowingly, with a hint of surprise in her voice. You hum in response.

“Actually I was thinking, this year we can do something else.”

There it was. You knew right from that grin on her face she was about to butter her way up into something.

“Something else? Like what?” you said, unfazed.

“Well, one of my friends from the city invited us over for the next two weeks—”

“The city?” You cut your grandma off, looking at her like she said the worst thing ever.

“I know it’s not your ideal Christmas, but it would be good to get out.” Your grandma tried to reason, but you were already getting up to go to your room.

“I’m not going to the city.” You said firmly before going to your room.

_____________________________

When you were 8, you lived in the city with your parents. A cozy apartment, something that felt like home. All until your parents got in a terrible accident on Christmas. Since then you have lived with your grandmother in the countryside, away from the city. You and your grandmother had made a Christmas tradition where every year you'd stay at home and decorate the tree with your parents' favourite ornaments, the ones they would always put up with you before they passed.

 There was one specific ornament you would place near the top of the tree every year. It was custom-made in the shape of a heart, with little doodles you and your parents drew on it. It was something meaningful you had left of them—something to remember them by during the holidays. After decorating the tree, you and your grandmother would visit their grave and sit there for a while before going home and drinking hot cocoa while watching cheesy winter rom-com. It was like that every Christmas. Comfortable, safe, and away from the city you haven't been to in years, and you planned to keep it that way.

There was a knock on your door, your grandma peaking in.

“Y/n, can I come in?” 

“You’re already half way in gammy.” You looked at your grandma, who was peeking in with half her body in the doorway. She laughed and came in, sitting beside you on your bed.

“I think it would be nice to go for a bit. You can see the city again and have some fun. Just give it some thought. My friend said she's giving us both separate guest rooms, and she'll take us out to the good spots—we will have fun.” She nudged you lightly.

“Isn’t this the rich snob friend?” You whined.

“Shh, we don't say that in front of her when we go.” Your grandma hushed you and you both laughed lightly. She was quite the one with gossip.

“So, what do you say?”

You were hesitant, but your grandma always had a way of convincing you.

“Fine. But not the whole break.” You finally gave in

“Ok, deal. But get packing, we leave tomorrow.”

“What?—Gammy!"

_____________________________

The next day your room was a mess with clothes around everywhere, trying to decide what to bring. You got Lia over to come help you too. Felt like a two-person job.

“This is cute.” Lia held out a wool sweater with blue jeans.

“Yeah, it works..." You said slightly unfocused.

“Hey, stop overthinking so much! You'll have fun!”

“Yeah, right. I’m going to be around rich snobs for days!” You scoffed as lia flunked onto your bed.

“Maybe there are some nice rich snobs—sexy even..." Lia spoke in a dreamy tone, and you glared at her.

“You’re delusional sometimes.” Lia laughed at your comment, sitting up.

“Not delusional, babes, just a romantic.” She winked as you sulked, still against the whole idea of spending your winter break in the city.

“Stop being so stuck up!! You’re going to have a good time!” She shook your shoulders.

“Still doubt it..."

Lia huffed and got up, going through your clothes again and throwing things into your bag.

“Bring all these. They’re cute.” Lia said, sorting through the pile of clothes as you sighed. 

This was about to be the longest week of your life.

_____________________________

“Gammy? Why’s there a limo in the front?”

“Rich snobs.” Your grandma chuckled.

“I don’t get it.”

“My friend sent one of her drivers over. She said there are snacks and drinks in the back too.”

Your grandma said, looking very pleased.

When you guys got out of the house, a young man came out of the limo and grabbed your bags, as well as opened the car door for you both. You were completely unused to the fancy treatment, while, on the other hand, your grandma was clapping with excitement, thanking the man who opened the car door for her.

“What a sweetheart! Here, have a candy!” She pulled a piece of candy out of her pocket, giving it to the man and patting his back as if he just did God's work. You mentally groaned and got in after her.

“Wow, Linda still knows her stuff!” Your grandma sat by a fancy champagne bottle.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to drink that.”

“You’re such a goody-two-shoes, y/n! I’m only getting older! Let me live.” Your grandma opened the bottle, already pouring a glass.

“..merry christmas to you too gammy.” You said sarcastically while your grandma lifted her glass and took her sips happily.

You sighed and placed your headphones on, each bud in your ear as you tried to brace yourself for whatever was next.

_____________________________

The car ride was actually bearable. You had ended up sleeping the whole ride, and when you woke up, the car was being pulled up to some penthouse.

“Woah..” You looked out the window, sitting up straight.

“It’s massive, isn’t it?” 

“How many floors does this thing have?”

“Linda said about three floors are part of her complex.”

“Of course it is—” You took a glance at your grandma before your gaze landed back on the window, only to pause and look straight back at her.

“Gammy!”

“What is it, dear?” 

“You drank all of it??” You pointed to the half-empty champagne bottle. It was fortunate the bottle was at least small.

“Don’t be silly!” Your grandma reached for another bottle, which was empty.

“What good is one? I had one and a half!” She held the empty bottle up like it was a prized possession.

“Gammy!” You gasped once again at your grandmothers tatics.

“It’s not every day I get such a treat! Couldn’t let this chance go to waste!”

You were about to scold your grandma until the door opened.

“Good timing, dear! Have another candy!” She pulled out another piece of candy from her purse, giving it to the man who opened the door again while hopping out. The man's expression stayed stoic while you exited the car. 

Another man came up to you guys, bowing and guiding you inside.

“Mrs. L/N, right this way.”

Your grandma was all giddy and giggling while following behind, making small talk with the man who was guiding you through the penthouse. You, on the other hand, stayed quiet and just observed. You were taken to the main floor, where you were greeted by your grandma's friend.

“Linda! Long time no see!” Your grandma hugged her friend, giving kisses.

“I’m so glad you decided to come!” Linda, your grandmother's friend smiled, giving kisses back.

“How could we say no to a chance like this, right, y/n?” Your grandma cheered.

“Right, thank you for having us, Mrs. Ahn.” You bowed politely.

“Oh, no need to be so formal, dear! Just call me Aunt Linda!” She pulled you into a hug. “The last time I saw you, you were so tiny, about yay high! You’ve grown so much!” Mrs. Ahn pinched your cheek while you smiled and chuckled nervously.

“Let me show you to the room I set up for you! Follow along, y/n!” Mrs. Ahn clapped happily while you and your grandma followed behind, the both of them instantly falling into conversation while leading you to where you'd be sleeping the next few nights.

“How was the ride, Doris?”

“Great with the bottles.” Your grandma and aunt Linda laughed.

“Good news, I’ve got more waiting downstairs for us!”

Oh great. You thought dealing with rich snobs would be bad, but drunk old ladies were NOT on your list. 

“Right, here we are!” Aunt Linda pushed a door open to a room twice the size of your bedroom back at home. “This will be your room for the next few nights, y/n! I hope it's okay.”

“Okay? This is more than okay!” You stared at the room in awe.

“Glad you like it. Why don't you settle in, and then you can join us downstairs?” You nodded as your grandma and Aunt Linda left the room.

Holy shit.

You just got some big-ass room with a queen-sized bed, a balcony, a walk-in closet, AND your own bathroom. Of course you had to do what would make most sense in the moment—

“WEEEE!” You jumped into the bed, laughing against the silk sheets.

Merry Christmas indeed.

_____________________________

After having settled in your room, you made tried to find your way back downstairs, but it was a fucking maze. You even stumbled upon some theatre room. Like seriously, it was some big-ass screen and those chairs you can control with the buttons on the side. The place was crazy! And the halls went on and on until you finally found the stairs. You were lucky enough that the main floor was easier to navigate. 

In the kitchen were your grandma and Aunt Linda, sipping the promised bottle of another champagne. Just great.

"Oh, y/n! How are you settling in, dear?” Aunt Linda put her glass down and pulled out a stool for you.

“Really good, this place is huge.” 

“Aunt Linda likes things big.” Your grandma chuckled while taking another sip from her glass as Aunt Linda gasped.

“Doris! Don’t say such in front of my beautiful guest!” She cupped your face, clapping her hands on each side of your cheek.

3 words. Drunk old ladies.

Just as you thought things couldn’t get worse, some kid came into the kitchen. 

He was tall, his hair brown and sliky, wearing some brown designer jacket and jeans with some Louis Vuitton belt. The whole outfit screamed rich kid. Aunt Linda's attention was finally diverted from you, now on the boy, squishing his cheeks instead.

“Doris, this is my grandson Keonho!”

“What a handsome young man you are!” Your grandma complimented the boy, who was now smiling all sunshine and rainbows.

“My grandma never told me she had such beautiful friends.” He smiled cheekily.

“Oh, stop it! Although I do use an aging serum!” Your grandma giggled, and you couldn’t help but sigh at her comment, shaking your head slightly.

“Keonho, this is y/n, Doris’s granddaughter!” She introduced you to her grandson.

“Greetings, I see you get your beauty from your grandmother.” He took your hand and kissed it as if you were royal. Gosh, this kid was such a flirt. 

You pulled your hand away and gave a polite smile.

“I believe you guys are around the same age! You should get along well!” His grandma smiled in excitement.

“You should show y/n around, Keonho.” His grandma suggested that Keonho extend his hand again as he faced you.

“Up for a tour, pretty?” He winked, and you couldn’t help but stare in a judgmental way until your grandma nudged you, making you force a smile.

“Sure, why not?” 

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Cat-astrophe

≽^•⩊•^≼ req by @hahaechans

Synopsis: When your boyfriend Yushi starts acting up, you think he's hiding something big—catastrophe-like—except he really was hiding a CAT-astrophe.

Content: bf!yushi x gf!reader, kissing, fluff, cats :3

wc: 600

Note: not proofread, just a lil short story for my boo as requested!

“I think dogs are cuter."

Yushi was about to take a bite of his ramen, pausing mid-bite, looking at you like you said something personally offensive.

“Dogs?” He questioned, blinking a few times.

"Yeah, cats are cute too but dogs have more energy!” You smiled brightly as yushi put his chopsticks down.

"But... cats." He said the two words like they explained everything, but you went on about dogs being fluffy and friendly, squealing over the thought of how cute it would be to have one.

You and Yushi were complete opposites. If there was something that perfectly described you and him, it would be dogs and cats.

Yushi was the quiet type, reserved and calm. He liked his peace and solitude, but despite being closed off and a bit sassy, he definitely has a soft spot—a love for cuddles and attention—just like a cat.

You, on the other hand, were loud and cheerful, just a big bubble of energy. Always around people and making conversation, running around all over the place. You were definitely clingy, but when Yushi started to show less affection, you couldn’t help but worry.

“Should we go to your place?” You asked one night after having dinner together, yushi quickly dismissing the idea.

"Mine's messy, let's go to yours.” He made a quick excuse, but you knew how to get your way with him.

“It’s fine, I can help you clean then!” You said casually as you noticed his panicked expression, despite him trying to mask it.

When you guys got to his place, he fumbled with his keys, opening the door slowly. You didn’t waste time getting in, heading to the living room and plopping down on the couch while Yushi looked around.

“What are you doing?” You questioned,

“Nothing, I’m just going to head to my room first, ok?” He said before disappearing into his room.

10 minutes had passed while you waited on the couch. Growing impatient and worried, you made your way to his room, the door creaking softly as you pushed it open. On the bed was Yushi with wide eyes, pulling the covers up quickly.

“Y/n! What are you doing?" He panicked as your eyes scanned over him, landing on the noticeable lump in the blanket. Your heart dropped, already assuming the worst-case scenarios. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, heading to the bed to lift up the blanket, Yushi desperately trying to stop you.

“y/n wait!!” He gripped the covers but you yanked it out of his hands, your eyes landing on the lump.

To your surprise, there was an orange tabby curled up in your boyfriend's lap, letting out soft purrs. All the worry in your stomach faded away as you squealed, petting the cat.

"You're... not mad?” Yushi gulped as you looked back at him, only to flick his forehead. “Ouch!”

“What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you were up to something bad, you scared me!” Yushi winced at your words and the sting on his forehead, rubbing the spot you flicked as he pouted.

“You said you wanted a dog! What if you were going to make me get rid of Ramen?"

"Really? You named it Ramen?" You scoffed at Yushi's predictability. “Why would we get rid of this cutie!!?” You gave the cat more attention, giving it belly rubs as Yushi’s pout grew.

“I want cuddles too," he mumbled as you sat beside him, taking the cat in your lap.

“I’m sorry I tried to hide it.” He nudged your arm lightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, trying to get your attention before you finally gave in, peppering his face with kisses as his pout turned into a small grin.

“We can keep the cat.”

“But we're still getting a dog.”

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I LOVE UUUU

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What is nct without mark.

what is kpop without mark.

what is life without mark.

I fucking love mark bro

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TEN TOO????

yangyang better have that son and name him 11 bruh

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What is nct without mark.

what is kpop without mark.

what is life without mark.

I fucking love mark bro

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Greetings and Salutations lil beans ;3

I have come to make a decision! Do I turn build a bear into a chapter story or make it one long story?

Build a Bear

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Voting ended onMar 30

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WELCOME TO...

SAMY DIARIES (A blog for my bsf) For those interested, the whole point of this blog is supposed to be a "diary" about me and my long-distance bsf. On her bday (03/26) I will be revealing this blog to her as a surprise gift. Blog by @neoculturereads (check me out if you like fan fictions!)

A bit more in-depth!! Samy is the duo name set for me and my bsf. It's our personalized nicknames and names put together in one. You will probably see me use the name Jemy a lot throughout this blog, which is the nickname I gave my bsf!

As said, I plan to show her this blog on her birthday. I can't do much for her since I'm so far away, so we both like to make each other meaningful gifts that will last. The whole idea is that this blog would be considered as a diary, just something she can look back on whenever she wants to smile or laugh, maybe even cry, who knows (ofc I don't want her to cry tho). SO TO FUTURE FOLLOWERS!! Bear with me as I try my best to keep this a surprise till then!

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Omg i actually did it yo im gonna manage to surprise her for once