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Genre: fluff, royalty!au
Word Count: 267
All of your friends— fellow princesses from neighboring kingdoms— tired of telling you about their families’ disastrous attempts at matchmaking. Yes, you listened to their concerns and sympathized with them, but they knew you couldn’t relate to them because you were deeply in love with your betrothed.
Because he was the first son of the nearest kingdom, Jongdae was introduced to you at a very young age. It was decided shortly after your birth that you would be wed— and you had both been aware of that for most of your lives.
Maybe you would have devoted some of your adolescent rage to opposing the marriage had Jongdae not been a human embodiment of perfection. His every action proved an unwavering love for you: from leaving heartfelt notes in your favorite books; to embracing every opportunity to press soft kisses to the back of your hand; to proudly escorting you around his palace.
Aware of your desire to see the world, he often helped you climb to the top of the palace gates, where you could sit together and look out at the scenery.
“C’mon, Y/N.” He smiled as he tugged you into the space next to him atop the sturdy wall for the first time. “Is it as beautiful as you imagined?”
All you could say as you leaned against him, afraid to fall from that height, was, “Your kingdom is really beautiful. I think it’s prettier than mine.”
“Yeah? Well— it’s not just mine,” Jongdae reminded. He secured his hold around you as he said, “It’ll be yours too, as soon as we’re married.”
Notes: As a celebration of King Jongdae’s first solo album (oh my god I’m in love with Love Words probably gonna make one out of it) , here is a new angst for you all! Didn’t mean to be that long but i like it though :) enjoy and sorry for any mistakes! :)
It has been days since the last time Jongdae sleep peacefully, also days since she was gone. The house was empty, but his heart was emptier, he could hear every second passed without you beside him, he missed feeling her warmth in that bed. She was the only light of his life, yet he let her go so easy, so easy that he wished someone had stopped his stupid behavior and moreover his sharp knife words to her that night.
Jongdae followed (Y/N) furiously into the house, he was ready to pour his anger out to her. He was never someone who got jealous easily since he knew what’s his couldn’t be taken away but that night was different,
“What game were you trying to pull off, (Y/N)? Fucking tell me right now” his tone was chilling.
“I wasn’t doing anything at all, in fact, it was him who came to see me first and also I have been nothing but loyal only to you.” she tried to remain calm.
“That’s fucking bullshit, I saw his hands were all over your body, He is your bloody ex for fuck’s sake!” Jongdae said in one breathe with his eyes filled in anger and she even believed that night Jongdae might be possessed with something because he’s an angelic person that never gets mad even when she does something utterly embarrassing and stupid in public.
“Is it necessary for you to shout like that?” her mind went wild that night, she was already caught up with so many deadlines and she even fulfilled his wish to go on his friend’s party.
“Yes because you were looking like a slut” his words choked her breathe out in a snap, she was taken back by his words and stepped back from him with tears threatening to fall. There was a silence between the two of them.
“That’s fucking it. We should break up. I can’t take any more drama with you and your ex” Jongdae finally spoke up, she glanced up with her cheeks already wettened by tears. She was about to burst out any seconds but instead she took her bag and left the house she shared with Jongdae. After she left, Jongdae took a good one hour before processing everything, he took out his phone “Hyung, I broke up with (Y/N)” his voice came out defeated. “What did you do to her until she wants to break up with you?” Minseok was ready to beat the shit out of Jongdae anytime. “It was me, I am the one who said that to her and” he took a deep breathe “I called her a slut for being near to her ex tonight” he didn’t realize that he started to cry, his heart clenched when he repeats that word “Are you out of your fucking mind, Kim Jongdae? You fucking call her a slut and break up with her after that? Knowing that she devoted the last 2 years for you?” Minseok practically shouted from the other line, making tears streamed down more. Minseok heard Jongdae sniffing, making him sigh in frustration “I’ll do what I can, I’ll try to talk to her. Just answer me directly, do you still love her? and do you mean any word you said?” Minseok said. “Yes, I love her so much that everything was caused by stupid ass jealousy and I never want her to walk out of my life. Please, please tell her that” with that he hung up the phone and curled himself on the floor, thinking about her feeling after such harsh words came out from his mouth.
He called Minseok about her response, he said that she’s over the way he treated her, he knew right at that moment he will just be a coward for not facing her at all, he was hurt and shame of himself, he couldn’t even keep someone who means so much for him. He laid on his bed again, he even tried to sleep that night, the sleeping pill was working well, but his brain somehow won’t cooperate with him, he kept on seeing her with a sad smile held by someone else, someone he didn’t know. He wanted to reach her hand so bad, but he couldn’t.
“You said you love me” her lips quivered as she was taken away with that person he saw.
“No, no, don’t leave me. I can’t live without you, (Y/N). I’m sorry it was a mistake, an idiot mistake” he even kneeled into the ground.
“Goodbye, Jongdae,” she said.
He jumped out of the bed, sweating and breathing hard. He felt suffocated after that dream, without any preparation, he took his car key and drove straight to her friend’s apartment where she has been staying for days. He didn’t even realize that it was 2 am in the morning, he knocked on the door so hard, he just wanted to see her face even if it’s the last time. He was greeted by the sight of sleepy (Y/N), he felt his heart softened by her sight only. At first, she was ready to punch whoever the hell’s knocking, yet there Jongdae stood, with his pajamas, hands trembling and face looking so pale. She covered her mouth looking at her, without a second thought, she searched for his car key and placed his hand over her shoulder to carry his weight back into his car. She drove straight into the hospital, “Whe-ere are we going?” Jongdae said with his eyes closed. “Hospital, I’m taking you into the ER” she talked while driving and glancing at him for a few times, making sure that he’s still conscious. His body felt too weak to even argue with her, how he simply just miss being with him that’s all he needed.
“He is severely dehydrated, it seems like he hasn’t been eating for a few days,” the doctor said to her, checking in his heart rate. “He should be fine after getting shots and you can take him home again after that” the doctor flashed a smile at her, she bowed and thanked him. She turned to see Jongdae with his eyes closed, she felt her heart ached at the sight of him, he should be the one who’s guilty not her. She was about to process with the administration when Jongdae grabbed her hand “Please stay, don’t go, please, I can’t let you go again” he opened his eyes slowly with a tear on his right eye’s corner. She sighed and took a seat next to him, holding his hand between her hands tightly, “I won’t do stupid things again, I’m sorry” he burst in tears. “Sshh, it’s okay baby, you can stop crying now, I’m here” she brushed off his tears with her thumb.
A/N: Just curious, is this one angsty enough? or not at all? let me know! :)
@noona-clock said: Hi, sweetie! May I request enigma with Jongdae for the drabble series? Good luck studying for your GRE!! Love you!!! - T
Thank you for your request, T!! It’s always a pleasure writing for you. I really wanted to make sure I was able to post this before your hiatus, so I was quite pleased when the inspiration to write randomly struck while I was drying my hair. I hope you enjoy this, lovely!
Genre: Fluff
Words: 997
enigma – noun – a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand
Perhaps the most frustrating thing about seeing this handsome stranger every day was that he was just that: breathtakingly handsome and an absolute mystery in every other regard.
Thus far, your only interactions with him included standing behind him in line at your favorite coffee shop every morning, trying not to make it too obvious that you were staring at the back of his head. It was a nice head, to be sure, but as pretty a sight as it was, you were quickly growing dissatisfied with only standing there and wondering if his hair was as soft as it looked. So you came up with a plan. You would try your best to glean whatever meager information you could from your brief non-interactions, and maybe, if things went well, you’d be getting to know him over a cup of coffee soon.
Over the next week, you channeled your inner Sherlock Holmes and tried your best to catalogue as much as you could through subtle glances. Left ring finger? Bare. That was a point in your favor. Coffee order? Medium cappuccino. The same every day. His smile? Warm and sweet. It actually made you forget how to speak for a moment, which was a bit inconvenient seeing as though you’d been in the middle of trying to order your drink.
But perhaps the most important thing you’d learned through your observations was his name: Jongdae. Jongdae. It was satisfying, being able to put a name to the face that made your heart flutter every morning, even before you had any caffeine. And to be quite honest, learning his name was well worth the knowing look the barista gave you when you made a show of ‘casually’ examining the pastry case just so you could be close enough to hear Jongdae speak. Yeah, you had to pat yourself on the back for a job well done on that one, but you knew your reconnaissance was far from over.
That’s why you found yourself hustling down the sidewalk the next morning, easily breaking speed-walking records in your effort to make it to the coffee shop before Jongdae left. Perhaps if you hadn’t been so preoccupied with thoughts of Jongdae and his smile and his cappuccino, you wouldn’t have ended up running late for your morning sleuthing ritual. As it were, when you finally burst through the front door— startling a nearby patron so badly she almost dropped her latte— you couldn’t help but let out sigh borne of frustration just as much as exertion. Jongdae was already gone.
Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, and you spared a moment to sheepishly apologize to the woman you startled (and earned a haughty glare in return for your trouble). Yet before you could sullenly shuffle your way over to the pastry case, the barista flagged you down.
“Y/N, right?” she asked. When you nodded, she set a cup on the counter. It had your name on it. “Another customer ordered this for you. He seemed concerned when he didn’t see you here, thought you might be running late.”
You opened your mouth to ask, but the barista just gave you a knowing look— the same look she gave you when she caught you eavesdropping on Jongdae.
Feeling your cheeks grow warm, you murmured a bemused ‘thank you’ and grabbed the drink, taking a sip. It was your usual. You reeled from the realization that you’d spent so much time carefully watching Jongdae and somehow never noticed that he’d apparently been watching you, too. The thought warmed you even more than your drink, and as you left the coffee shop, grinning like a fool, you got an idea.
The next morning, you were already in the coffee shop, two cups in hand, by the time Jongdae arrived. You saw him step through the door and scan the morning crowd. The moment his gaze landed on you, he froze, and you smiled and raised one of the paper cups invitingly. Jongdae ducked his head and grinned, his cheeks dusting light pink, as he made his way over to you.
“Medium cappuccino?” you said, offering the cup to him. Jongdae chuckled and took it, and you’d be lying if you said the brush of his fingers against yours didn’t cause your stomach to flutter pleasantly.
“So I take it you got your drink yesterday?” he asked. It was your turn to chuckle.
“Oh, definitely. I was running a bit late, so suffice to say it was a pleasant surprise.” You raised your eyebrows a bit, and Jongdae nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I didn’t mean to take any liberties, but it’s just— I couldn’t help but notice you, you know?” Your heart began to pound in the hollow of your throat, and you felt your grip tighten on your cup. You’d been hopeful, but this almost seemed too good to be true. Jongdae continued, “I mean, I saw you every day, but you were just this complete mystery to me. I guess I kind of hoped that maybe I’d be able to get to know you better?” He ended it like a question, and you jumped to respond.
“I noticed you, too!” you blurted. “I mean- the mystery, the wanting to get to know you. It’s the same for me, too.”
Jongdae grinned at you, then, bright and unabashed, and man, you were utterly unprepared for how breathless it left you feeling. “Yeah?” he asked.
You nodded, unable to resist smiling back. “Yeah.”
“Then what do you say we get some coffee together sometime? Properly, I mean. Let’s get to know each other.” The two of you were smiling so giddily at each other by now that you almost didn’t notice the barista rolling her eyes at you.
You conceded that maybe you weren’t a regular Sherlock Holmes, but as you exchanged numbers with Jongdae and made plans for your very first date together, you were happy to consider this case closed.
It was a typical Sunday morning, slow and gentle. The sun shining through the cracked open curtains, bringing light to the bedroom. The rays of heat landing on the blankets that littered the bed, warming them up more than they already were.
Jongdae’s legs were tangled in yours, braiding into the array of disoriented sheets. His skin was hot against yours, over time you had grown used to it. How he took up most of the bed, stealing the blankets for himself. You found it endearing, even as it frustrated you, you never wanted him to stop.
You rolled over to see his sleeping face. You smiled at how his lips pouted, how his eyes were sealed shut to block out any unwanted light. His dark hair fell over his features, covering part of his face. You brushed a strand of hair away from his eye, staying as gentle as possible to not wake him.
As you moved his hair, you accidentally knocked his forehead. You silently screamed in your head, pulling your finger away and rolling back over. Nuzzling your face into your pillow, you pretended to be asleep. Behind you, Jongdae grunted. The mattress moving under you as he pulled himself closer to your body, placing an arm around your waist.
His face, rested on your neck as he kissed you on the cheek. You sunk your face further into the pillow, trying to hide your blushing. He snuggled into your neck, continuing to shower you with light kisses. “Stop trying to hide it, I know you’re awake,” Jongdae whispered in your ear, his warm breath bringing goosebumps to your skin.
You giggled into the pillow, stretching your arms out underneath it and wrapping it around your head. “No…” You curled up in a ball around the pillow.
He snaked his other arm under you, locking his hands together and rolling you around. You let out a tiny squeal as he spun you around, landing on his chest. He held you close, kissing the top of your head. "Why do you insist on lying to me?”
“I was not,” you retorted, grabbing the sheets and covering your blushing face.
“So, you’re telling me that someone else hit me on the head?” He moved his head back to see your face, wrapping his fingers around the sheets, that covered you, pulling them down.
He stared at you with eyes still full of sleep, rounded bags puffing under them. “Well, you never know what can happen.” You shrugged your shoulders, as Jongdae raised a brow at the response.
“Ha, whatever you say.” He kissed the tip of your nose as he twirled a lock of your hair around his index finger.
The faint sounds of the streets just outside the walls filled the room, creating noise in the silence between you. This happened often, moments where no words needed to be said. You each knew what the other was saying by the look in their eyes.
Jongdae’s eyes sparkled with the pale sunlight that shined throughout the room. The darkness in them gaining a glare from the soft beams. The corners of his lips curled into a grin as he watched your eyes move around his face.
“What ya thinkin’ about?” You watched his eyes carefully, taking in every movement, every second.
“You,” he breathed, releasing a deep sigh after speaking.
You looked down at his hands laced into yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Are you now,” you teased, rubbing the tip of your nose against his.
He blushed and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes circled with the spinning fan, looping around with each turn of the blades. “I am,” he spoke, the genuine meaning behind his words coming through.
You followed his lead, putting yourself in a similar position. Keeping your hands locked together, you slid across the bed to be tucked into his side. Jongdae stayed silent, lost in the fan on the ceiling, spinning in circles. His deep breaths echoing in your ears. “What’s wrong?”
He laughed at the question, turning his head to look at your worried eyes. “That’s the thing, nothing is wrong. Absolutely nothing.” He brought a hand up and ran it across your warm cheek. “Everything’s perfect.”
“Oh,” you grinned. Before you could continue, he cupped your cheeks in his hands, crashing his lips into yours. They were hot on your own, sending sparks down your entire body. You pushed back, bringing your body close to his. Fingers intertwining in your hair, he collected every part of you, taking in all he could.
You felt like you were floating, drifting within a dream Jongdae crafted for you. One that only you would experience, holding his hand through the maze of stars and clouds. You were lost in him, his scent, the sound of he breaths on your skin, the feeling of his lips against yours.
Jongdae was the shining ray of light in your life. One that never went out and never would. A glowing star in the sky that lit up the dark night.
He lights you up.
a/n: some meaningless Jongdae fluff for @jesuscrush
Genre : smut / Jongdae!Siren
Summary : Princesses should know better than to listen to the song of sirens. But, you didn’t know any better and so you followed the voice of a beautiful man.
“Your Highness, what are you doing here?” he asked, his breath blowing just above your lips.
“I-I don’t know,” You answered, unable to say anything but the truth. “I just came.”
There was a playful glint in his eyes, like he knew something you didn’t. “Is that so?” he smiled.
You’d lost them a few minutes ago and you intended to keep it that way. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate your ladies-in-waiting, you loved them, but God does it get tiring being followed around everywhere. You could barely have a private thought to yourself without one asking ‘what’s on your mind your highness?’.
It was only mid-afternoon but the sun was still going strong, you groaned as you hung the parasol closer to your face leaving your arms to be practically roasted under the heat.
You’d turned a corner in the maze when you’re ears picked up on something. It wasn’t the crunch of a leaf or a bellow from the guards, but a voice. You squinted, someone was singing. Yes, definitely.
“Taking the stars … So far away.”
You followed the voice, not because you wanted to, but because it demanded you to. In all your years, you’d never heard anything sweeter, it was like those choral hymns - no, something more harmonic and hypnotic.
You picked up your pace, dashing through the maze with your fits curling each time you came across a dead end. You stilled and let your ears truly hone in. You needed to find it. With the voice guiding you, you walked through the maze your feet suddenly knowing exactly where to go.
“Into the wind, I throw the night … silver ”
You saw the head of golden hair first, it looked as though it’s burning white under the rays. If he’d heard you, he doesn’t show it, instead he was sat at the edge of the pond, his head looking off into the trees that surround the pool.
“Hello,” you said.
He kept singing and you drew closer, stepping out from the exit of the maze.
“- And gold, turn into light,” he continued, never once breaking a note. “I know the way, everything flows.”
“Who are you?” you spoke once more, this time louder, you weren’t so sure he’d heard you the last time.
It seemed as though you were right, he looked over his shoulder, a small smile breaking over his face. You wondered for a moment if he knew you, no not the highness you, but you. He smiled with so much familiarity and warmth, it was like he’d been waiting for you for years even.
He didn’t answer, but for some reason you hadn’t expected him too. All he did was continue singing, “Alleluia, alle-luia … ” he drew out the words.
The parsol you’d once held tight over your head, had been discarded on the grass as you drew nearer to him. As a child, you were taught never to engage with strangers, because God knows what could happen when someone had the Princess in their clutches. And yet, despite the words of your father being ingrained with fear in your mind, you didn’t feel scared. As matter of fact you felt content, even when you placed your hand in his. They seemed to mold around yours.
Your knees dug into the ground, your dress would be dirtied when you stood up but shooed away such thoughts. Maybe, but that’s only if you were lucky, you’d slip through the servants quarters, walk through the maid’s passageway and then quickly change before your ladies-in-waiting got the gist of your escapade.
“Wait for the sun,” As he sung, his hand slipped from your hold and rested upon your cheek. As innocuous as the touch was, Your body flushed. “Watching the sky, black as a crow, night passes by.”
You don’t know how it’d happened, by your nose was now a mere inch from his. You could see, the soft brush of sun kissed freckles that scattered over bridge, even they seemed perfectly placed. Everything about him did, the way his hair face, the thick lashes that surrounded his eyes, his sharp cheekbones. Was even real you wondered.
“Your Highness, what are you doing here?” he asked, his breath blowing just above your lips.
“I-I don’t know,” You answered, unable to say anything but the truth. “I just came,”
There was a playful glint in his eyes, like he knew something you didn’t. “Is that so?” he smiled, closing the distance with a soft brush of his lips on yours.
It was light, and you were certain you were about to explode. And no, It wasn’t your first kiss, you’d shared that one with a sloppy boy. A regrettable occasion but whatever memory you’d had of it was now been overridden by this one.
Eyes fluttering closed, you parted your lips and he took the chance to slide his tongue inside. You’d never gotten this far before. You practically held your breath as his mouth moved around yours own, his tongue exploring your mouth.
His hand travelled down your face, curving around your jaw, neck, your shoulder and then finally resting on your waist. You felt something hot beginning to settle over your stomach, just like that feeling you’d felt when you’d read those dusty books hidden in the library. The ones princesses of good virtue shouldn’t read, as if.
He pulled away and you stared at him in a daze as his mouth landed on your neck. A shiver wracked your body as he sucked the skin hard and grazed it with his teeth.
His lips move further down and you made the mistake of locking gazes with him. If you weren’t already sinking, you were now drowning. His fingers worked swiftly over the first few button at the front of chest. Said, fingers then grazed over the silk camisole you wore underneath your dress, cupping your breasts in his hand. You released a small breath.
“Did you like that, Your Highness?” he asked, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Yes,” you answered, voice breather than usual.
“I’m pleased to know,” his thumb circled the tent made by your nipples. Ever once in a while, he pinched the bud making you release a soft whine.
You really have no recollection of when it did happen, but suddenly, you felt his cold hands on your bare stomach. They pushed your camisole up, till your chest was exposed to the elements. His sharp tongue darted out to circle the nipple, creating a wet circle around it. He wrapped his lip around your breast, sucking into his mouth.
“Oh god,” you sighed.
His hands were at your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as he suckled on your breasts.
He released your breast with a pop, and began kissing down your front, over your dress. He moved to rest between your legs, before his hand dipped your dress. You flinched when you felt his fingers dancing the edge of your underwear, they moved swiftly down your center. Your bucked into fingers, wanting to feel more.
You could imagine the shocked and scandals looks you’d receive if any in court ever knew what you doing. It made you laugh.
He pulled your underwear down and over your legs. The last you saw of him was his smile as his head disappeared under your dress.
The first lick made you dig your fingers into the grass.
You muttered something into the air, your eyes screwed shut as you felt his tongue running down your folds. He held you tight against him as your back arched.
“Ahh, that feels-” you could barely speak, and yet you still tried but all your words were swallowed into a sea of moans.
His pointed tongue flicked your clit, earning him a ghastly groan from you. Your legs locked around his shoulders, pushing his face in your center, he chuckled at that.
As he wrapped his lips and sucked the sensitive nub, you could feel yourself falling further down the rabbit hole. You’d blinked your eyes open, wandering for a moment just where you were. You were quickly reminded of current predicament when his flattened tongue ran down your slit.
Your feet curled at you felt something coil tight inside you. Growling, he sucked harder. You bit down hard against your mouth, you were certain they’d be red with blood. Your muscles tensed and your ripples of fire run through your body.
Whilst your chest heaved, he slipped out from under your dress. He stood above, one hand held out.
“Come with me,” he said.
Your mind was all blurred and you could barely make out his face, but what you could see was his grin. You took his hand. He walked to the pond, stepped inside and you followed.
You wanting nothing more in life than to be with him.
The ladies-in-waiting stilled. They’d called your name, and now they’d reached the end of the maze. But yet they didn’t go further. Their eyes were locked on something on the ground. And neither dared to speak as a cold wash of dread swept over other them.
A parasol.
One bent down and picked the frilled umbrella up. It shook in her hand as she turned to the other, her eyes glossy.
“Call the guards.”
A/N
Tis the season of halloween therefore I shall be posting spooky fics ~ brace thy selves
and the song siren!dae sings is Echoes In Rain by Enya
this is what happens when you’re trying to get over the crush you have on your boss and the universe hates you
The sun shines through the window, ready for the kids to go out and play for recess. Toddlers stomping their little feet under their tiny desks, excited to spend half an hour of their school time outside in the warmth and colourful outdoors of the dull walls.
You begin to use extremely advanced and random words just for the fun of it, wondering if one of these kids are even paying attention to you at all. You snort when you say flugelhorn and everyone stops to stare at you, they’re learning math, not music.
The wide eyes all looking at you with concern were honestly the cutest things ever, you couldn’t stop laughing.
“Miss, why are you laughing?”
“She needs a boyfriend.”
“Or a new one.”
“And babies!!!”
You laugh harder when the last one yells out babies with so much passion. They were being so good today; you should probably let them out to recess earlier.
“Alright, you guys. Let’s go to recess. But I need you to form two lines, you should be in your assigned spots.” You raise a hand over your head while the other was on your lips, shushing them so you don’t get in trouble for letting them out early.
It doesn’t work when the kids shout their happiness at the top of their lungs. You close the door and cross your arms, waiting for the murmurs to settle, like that ever worked out for you; you roll your eyes.
Once you got them to settle down, you open the door to find your boss, the principal.
“Oh. Hi!” Jongdae squeals, hand in a fist, ready to knock on your door. He clears his throat and puts his hand down.
“I was wondering if, and you don’t have to say yes or anything, I wanted to know if, and like its all business related, I was thinking about-” Jongdae trails on, fingers wrestling each other as he tries to speak. You think of how cute your boss is, but figure that it’s inappropriate and very unprofessional to have thoughts like that. But for the sake of your pleasure, you let him try to figure out what he’s trying to say.
“Okay. There’s a school meeting at 4, do you think you’ll make it?” Your boss’ eyes widen as he hears a high-pitched laugh coming from behind you, followed by an “Ewww, Mr Kim has cooties! Don’t go teacher!”.
“Jungkook-ah! That’s not nice! I’m giving you a red stamp for the week for being rude.” You point your finger at him, feeling bad for reprimanding a kid for joking around. This is the only part you hate about your job, scolding little kids.
The bell rings and all the kids run out of the door, slightly pushing you adults aside.
“Alright everyone, go on to recess!” You yell as they ran for their life. Turning back to Jongdae, you find that he’s watching you carefully. You hope he doesn’t find you too strict or too soft.
“So, could you, uh, come? It’s not really important, I mean, you don’t have to go, really. It was Chanyeol’s idea.”
“I’ll come. It’s in the conference room right?” You ask, with a small polite smile on, extremely professional.
“Yes! It is! That’s great! I’ll see you then!” Jongdae smiles widely, teeth brightening the whole school. He raises his hand completely comfortably. You hesitate to raise your hand. It’s only when Jongdae slaps his hand on yours lightly that he’s trying to give you a high five. Very unprofessional for a principal.
But very adorable for a boyfriend. You shake your head. You shouldn’t be thinking of things like that.
If someone ever asks you what you thought about the new principal, you would always, and honestly, say that he was unlike his orderly strict father. You like Jongdae as a person, he’s extremely cute when he’s anxious but that’s not the type of leader the administration needs and that irks you a lot. You might even say you had a tiny teeny crush on him.
Despite your crush, you still thought he wasn’t fit for the principal position. If his father was going to pick an heir to his position, he should’ve chosen Jongdae’s older brother. You’ve seen him once and you could already tell that he’s exactly like his father, the exact kind of principal you were looking for.
Annoyingly beautiful Jongdae piqued the hell out of your interest.
When you see him greet his friends, he’s totally aware of his surroundings, confident in the way he walks, talks, everything. All his mannerisms were all confidently shown.
Once he’d see you, he’d immediately put himself on the defense and become this really shy nerd which made you think that maybe you should tone down the amount of ‘hate’ on him so he understands that it’s not him that you hate it’s just him as a principal.
You wouldn’t want your crush to hate you for being too mean.
-
Jongdae suddenly receives a text from his cousin Chanyeol, letting him know that he needs to come home right away and he already let everyone know of the last minute cancellation of the meeting except for you. Chanyeol wants Jongdae to tell you himself, Jongdae pouts.
He only sighs, putting on his blazer and grabbing his things before leaving his office to go see you.
He must’ve left in too much of a rush when the janitor suddenly bumps into him and accidentally gets paint on Jongdae’s blazer.
“I’m so sorry Mister Kim!” The janitor squeals in surprise, grabbing the piece of cloth to run off the mess, only making it worse.
“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s the end of the day.” He says with that bright polite smile of his, comforting her. She apologizes one more time before moving on to work again. Jongdae sighs and takes off his blazer, leaving him in a white dress shirt a bit too tight for his taste.
As soon as he looks up from folding his sleeves up to his elbows, he finds a large amount of flowers covering his very tall cousin’s face.
“Hey my mom wanted to give these to your mom as a thank you for the dinner yesterday.” Chanyeol says quickly as if he needs to run away as soon as possible.
“They went out yesterday? I didn’t know.” Jongdae raises an eyebrow at the odd information. His mom was home all day. He knows this because she wanted to bake pastries for the whole day. Jongdae only shrugs as he takes the bouquet into his hands.
“Uh, yeah, they did. For a… thing. Anyways I have to go, you’re coming out tonight, right?” Chanyeol asks if he’s going to come to their friend Baekhyun’s birthday party at some club downtown. He might as well go if the meeting is cancelled.
“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” Jongdae puts up the bouquet as a farewell.
“See you!!” Chanyeol smiles widely before jogging away out the exit.
-
Class ends and you wait for all the kids to leave the classroom so no one forgets anything. At the end of the day, you always inspect the class, put up all the chairs that were still on the ground, dim the lights and close the door, locking it behind you. Before you even get the chance to walk out of the classroom, you turn around and suddenly face Jongdae holding a bouquet of flowers.
Surprised, you stutter something about forgetting a file in the class and run back inside, not looking back at the dejected face Jongdae is wearing at the sight of you fleeting.
He curses Chanyeol for not telling you last minute that the meeting was cancelled. Now he had to face you. He knows you’re not very fond of him. He shouldn’t have told Chanyeol anything about his crush on you. His cousin won’t stop teasing him. This would probably explain why he got flowers. It wasn’t for his mother; it was for you.
He dials Chanyeol’s number into his phone, ready to release all his embarrassing feelings to his cousin. A bunch of greetings hit Jongdae’s ear.
“Hey cousin! Something wrong with the flowers?
"Will you please stop setting me up with… you know??” Jongdae softly yells, certain no one else was at school on a Friday night. His hold on his phone tightens as Chanyeol chuckles.
“I said it was for your mom!” Chanyeol’s stuck in a fit of giggles. What kind of cousin…
“Then why are you laughing! You’re the one that said you wanted a meeting and now you’re the one to cancel it.” Jongdae is yelling at the phone like his life depended on it, not too loud so you don’t hear him. There’s nothing more he hates than being embarrassed. He’d rather not have you think he’s unprofessional and incompetent for this job than you already do.
“Chanyeol, I’m shitting bricks out here. She thinks I’m asking her out.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing. It was a suggestion.” Chanyeol flinches at Jongdae’s whining that’s loud enough for Baekhyun to hear on the other side of the room.
“I’ll call you later.” Jongdae ends the call and hides his phone in his front pocket. He glances at the door of your classroom and hesitates to knock, his hand hovering over the door that’s been plastered with finger paintings done by the kids of class 102.
You’re probably waiting for him to leave so you didn’t have to face him. Jongdae finds the courage to knock on your door anyways.
You jump at the noise and gulp nervously. It looked like he was going to give you a bouquet of flowers and ask you out. What if they weren’t even for you and you overthought again? It was surely the latter. It had to be.
Whatever it was, you were certain you made the atmosphere way too awkward now.
Hurriedly, you pick up whatever looked significantly important to go with your lie. You open the door and find Jongdae smile hesitantly.
“Hi!” He squeals out accidentally. His hand quickly covers his mouth and he clears his throat. “Hello.”
“I was just going to let you know that the meeting was cancelled… Chanyeol solved the issue.” Jongdae says, sure of himself. He’s trying to convince himself that he’s telling the truth because obviously there was no meeting to begin with. Chanyeol made that up so he had to talk to you.
You smile awkwardly and tell him that it’s fine as you curiously gaze at the movements of his hand that hold the flowers. Jongdae sees you get distracted and points at them quickly.
“Oh uh, these were for my mother!” Jongdae tries to clarify that he was most definitely not confessing his undying love for you. He has to fight the hugest urge to just hand you the flowers because you’re so flustered you’re smiling uncomfortably he finds you so cute.
“Oh, well, um, I’m sure she’ll love them.” You say awkwardly, unknowing what to do after the short pause. He does say thank you between the awkward silence but it doesn’t help the situation. You thought he was going to confess to you. You were so stupid to think your boss would break the rules for you.
You stand in front of each other for a little longer before Jongdae’s phone rings and breaks the tension between you.
“I have to get this. Have a nice evening.” Jongdae bids farewell and walks away from you towards the long hallway. You bite down on your lip and turn to lock the door before leaving the opposite way to go home.
You stop in your steps and sigh before taking out your phone to dial in a number.
“Hey, wanna go out tonight?”
-
You haven’t been out in forever, being stuck with paperwork and all. You could almost say you lived at your office. Your roommate, Tiffany, barely sees you anymore. She nags you every time she catches you sneak in the apartment from work.
Tonight, however, is different. Actually, most nights ever since Jongdae had taken over, have been different. You’ve been going out more and more often. You didn’t necessarily go out clubbing every night. No, you went out for Taco Tuesday at the Mexican restaurant nearby, for Laser Tag Wednesday, and for every other activity you and your roommate could find.
She was enjoying every bit of the 'new you’ while you were suffering inside. Yes, you hated that Jongdae was the new principal of the school. But you still had to admit that you were head over heels infatuated with the man.
You had enough tonight. You thought he was confessing to you and that just wasn’t the case. It was so embarrassing. You need to erase that whole flower scene from your mind and the best way to do it is through vodka shots.
“Here’s to Principal Hottie and his beautiful face!” You shouted at the top of your lungs in annoyance as you passed your roommate her shot so you could party the night away. Thank goodness, it’s Friday.
You both clunked glasses before bringing the drinks to your lips and swallowing the liquid all at once. You feel the burn in your throat hit as soon as you didn’t have anymore to chug down. This was definitely going to hit you quick.
The quicker, the better.
“Two more please!” You demand the bartender who only smiles charmingly at your enthusiasm. She refills your glasses and adds two other shots.
“This one’s on me. Principal Hottie will be gone from your mind soon enough. Enjoy your night ladies!” She exclaims as she laughs off your principal joke. She must’ve sympathize with you how it felt to be on a one sided love affair.
“I like your new boss!” Your roommate yells out as she takes the two shots graciously. She releases a loud sigh of satisfaction before she decides to pull you into the large crowd of people dancing. As she drags you on the dance floor, you feel the buzz of three shots hit you all at once. How strong was this vodka?
“Let’s dance! Maybe you could find someone to release your frustrations on.” She winks as she pulls your waist close to hers and starts dancing against you. You sway your hips at the rhythm of her own. You feel a sudden rush of happiness come through you that you start giggling at the way your friend shouts out the lyrics right at your ear.
You’re having so much fun that you don’t even bother pushing the man dancing behind you. You shrug and dance with him, grinding your hips against his like they were meant to be there. Your friend only laughs and turns around to go find herself someone else to dance with. You shrug, you’re here to forget.
You move your hips to the beat and the man follows as well. When the song goes from RnB to some Rap, your ass starts to move by itself and pushes against the man’s crotch who doesn’t seem to mind as he rests his hands on both sides of your waist. The drinks were making you so confident. You were so ready to bring this man back home to your apartment.
You knew your roommate wouldn’t mind. This was your goal from the start. Forget about that stupid fake confession and find a new person of interest for your fantasies.
As the song changes, he turns you around and kisses you almost immediately. His lips were soft and tasted a lot like alcohol so you knew that you were both completely wasted.
“I want you. Let me take you home.” He mumbles against your lips. You can’t see him in the dark but you know that he’s looking down at you with lust that you can’t say no. You nod and take his hand willingly.
You glance back to see your friend waving bye to you and mouthing a call me before she resumes to dance with the stranger. You smile, hopefully she takes care and has fun too.
Your stranger suddenly tugs on your arm lightly, bringing you closer so your hip to hip. He gives you a light peck on your cheek and tells you that he ordered an Uber and it should be here any minute.
You giggle at the sudden affection and give him a kiss on the lips in return. Once you realize that you still haven’t told each other your names, you introduce yourself. He laughs, probably because he hadn’t thought of that either. He brings out his hand and introduces himself as Chen. You graciously take his hand and instead of shaking it like you’re supposed, something inside of you pushes you to bring his hand to your lips for a soft kiss.
You immediately shut your eyes cringingly until you hear laughter that reaches your ears like bells during the holidays. It was the most delightful laugh you’ve ever had; you made it your mission to make him laugh as much as possible.
“Come on, let’s go outside. Our Uber is probably out there.” He squeezes your hand and pulls you out of the club with a huge smile on his face.
The more you stared at his smile, the more you were seeing Jongdae’s face and how the two had the same sharp jaw, the same sparkling eyes and the same curling smile you only saw when he’s with friends. You frown, this night was meant for you to forget about him but here you were trying to find similarities with someone you’re probably going to forget about as soon as tomorrow morning hits.
You find a car pullover in front of you and Chen. Chen leans close to the window and asks if they were there Uber to which the driver nods to tiredly. Chen smiles politely and opens the door for you. Your eyes widen at the act. No one has ever held the door for you.
He enters right after you and you can’t help but stare at this perfect man. He was beyond attractive, he was polite, and he danced well. How lucky were you getting right now?
“What?” Chen chuckles at the way you’re staring at him. You look so surprised.
“Did I do something?” He asks curiously.
“No, it’s what you did do.” You scoot a little closer to him so you could lay your head on his chest.
“It was sweet.” You kiss him on the cheek and slide your hand over his thigh naturally. As if on cue, he sets his hand on top of yours and intertwines your fingers together. It felt all too natural and comfortable. What is this man doing to you?
“I’m glad you think I’m sweet.” He lays a finger under your chin and brings it up so your angled perfectly for his lips. You think about tonight and how you’ve only been receiving sweet kisses and not deep hot makeouts. You weren’t complaining. It felt nice for a change. Maybe, instead of a one-night stand, he’d be interested in a relationship. But who knows? Your drunk goggles may be fully on and he could’ve been the hugest dick ever.
Once you’ve arrived at his place, he couldn’t take his hands off you. At the lobby, in the elevator, and even right in front of the door. Gone were the sweet pecks on your skin and in came the warm kisses. He would kiss you everywhere, your neck, your collarbone, and even your chest. The closer you got to his apartment, the more courageous he got with where he was touching you. One second his hand was behind your neck, holding you softly in the palm of his hand, the next second his hands were groping your ass and pulling you close.
You felt his want for you through his pants and yours as well as you could feel yourself get wetter the closer the apartment was. By the time Chen opened the door, he had you strip out of your clothes and you were already naked at the doorway. You frowned as soon as you noticed he was still dressed. He laughed at your reaction and immediately undressed for you.
You bite down on your lip and sink down to your knees to find his dick hard against his stomach. You lick your lips before your tongue finds its place on his tip. You wrap your lips around the tip and start sucking while you flirtatiously look up at him through your eyelashes. Chen bites onto his lip and drags his fingers through your hair gently. You bob your head a little lower and then back up. He moans. You repeat, slower and lower every time.
Chen groans aloud as you stuff his whole cock in your mouth, licking and sucking him like your life depended on it. The slobbering sounds coming from your mouth turns him on so much, he’s forced to pull you up, kissing your lips hard and tasting himself, and stop you from making him cum any faster.
“You.” He stares down at you lustfully and hungrily. “Are coming with me.” Before you could say something that could possibly turn him on even more than he just turned you on, he’s grabbing onto your hand, pulling you into his bedroom.
You hear the lock click behind you and squeal as Chen practically tackles you onto his bed, covering your naked body with lots of kisses. He’s so in love with you he has to praise every inch of you. Chen’s lips finally get to your face, kissing your left cheek, your right cheek, your nose, everywhere but your lips. You whine, pouting your lips so he knows where to put his mouth. He chuckles, giving you a fat and long kiss, making out with you as he distracts you from what he’s about to do.
You moan, finally getting what you wanted. That is, until he slips his tongue into your mouth. Because not only does he do that. He swipes a finger across your wet slit, applying more pressure onto your clit.
You pull back from the kiss to look at him playfully. He wants to play like that?
As he pushes himself back onto you to kiss you some more, it’s your turn to slip in some tongue. And you don’t forget to add that extra spice to it, stroking his cock from bottom to tip, emphasis on the tip of course.
Chen groans into your mouth before his middle finger slides another swipe, staying there a little longer than before, teasing you as he forms circles on your clit. You follow his lead and do the same, spreading his precum all over his head. He adds another finger, alternating from doing circles teasingly dipping into you. You try to speed up your hands to get even with him but Chen has other plans. His mouth escapes from yours and lands onto your clit, his tongue flicking it as he fingers you at the same time.
He’s moving his body away from you, sitting up between your legs and taking out a condom from his drawer. You watch as he rips off the wrapper with his teeth.
“Will you do the honours?”
-
You woke up with a slight headache. You try to shut your eyes one more time to fall back asleep when you realized that you were sleeping with Mr. Perfect. You turn over, about to lay your head on his chest to cuddle, when you find the face of your boss instead. Your eyes widen at the surprise before you. This didn’t make any sense. You slept with Chen last night. Not Jongdae.
Either way, you shouldn’t be here if your boss was. You needed to leave. You got up quickly, looking for your clothes around the room. When you didn’t find any, you shut your eyes and tried to remember where you last undressed. Embarrassment rushed over you as you realized everything was probably at the doorway. You silently wished Jongdae didn’t have any roommates as you ran for it. In its almighty glory, your wrinkled up clothes lay there peacefully. You quickly got dressed and left the apartment in panic.
You feel your heart beat fast as you realize the mistake you have just made. You had amazing drunk sex with Jongdae, your boss. Your drunkass couldn’t recognize him. At least it explains why you saw similarities. You shut your eyes in embarrassment. Did he recognize you? You hoped he didn’t so he could just forget about everything and spare you the embarrassment.
A piece of you wanted him to tell you that he knew exactly who you were. You wanted so much for him to admit to liking you but you just knew that would be too good to be true.
You run out of the building and called for a taxi. You got in sadly. Chen was so sweet to you. He was a gentleman. You were treated so well. And the sex was so good, you pout.
You sigh, you were never so lucky. You really wanted this 'get over Jongdae’ thing to work but you’ve just made it worse by having sex with him. You’re never going to get that image out of your head.
-
Jongdae wakes up, expecting your sleeping face to be in front of him. His arm reaches out to greet you into his arms so he could feel you on his chest again. He frowns when he doesn’t feel your body next to him. He opens his eyes to see an empty bed.
He gets up alarmingly, throws on some boxers and immediately goes on a search for you. He looked all over for you. He checked the kitchen to see if you were maybe making yourself a cup of coffee, the bathroom just in case you were a shower in the morning kind of person, and Chanyeol’s room in case you had bumped into him on the way out. He checked every table for a note you might’ve left, letting him know that you had somewhere to go and you’d call him later.
He found nothing. You left him and you obviously did not want him. You probably took one glance at him and ran away. That was the only possible reason. You saw that you had just slept with the person you hated the most, your boss, and bounced.
Jongdae knew he should’ve used his real name. When he’s out, his drunk self likes to use his stupid nickname much more than his real one. He loved his name but when he was out, it just sounds so boring to him. Chen was his go to name when he went out.
He can’t blame you for not recognizing him. Hell, he didn’t even recognize you until you introduced yourself. That’s why he laughed. He couldn’t believe he was dancing with you, out of all people.
Jongdae’s just glad that Chanyeol isn’t home to make fun of him. He’s even more grateful that drunk Jongdae made the right decision to bring you to Chanyeol’s apartment instead of his home where his mother was currently staying for a visit.
-
What are you going to do on Monday?
You are going to see Jongdae, your boss, whether or not you’re avoiding him. And you are most definitely going to bump into him in the small primary school.
When you got home, you were not expecting your roommate to be sitting on the table, breakfast ready for one. You shut the door behind you and smirk.
“What the fuck? You said you didn’t know how to cook!” You throw your hands up in the air annoyingly. She told you she couldn’t cook. That’s why you’ve always made her breakfast so she didn’t have to starve. Who knew she was just being lazy?
“I… don’t?” She’s like a deer caught in front of headlights. She’s been caught in a lie and she’s trying to smile to make things less awkward.
“Fuck you! That’s a five-star restaurant meal! Gordon Ramsey would criticize himself for not being able to cook like you.” You yell at her, annoyed that she hid this gift from you.
“I’m sorry I hid it from you. It’s just that people get weird when I tell them I went to culinary school.” Tiffany pushes the plate near you for you to taste. You take her fork and pick at the food, shoving the pieces of scrambled egg in your mouth. You moan at the soft and flavourful eggs you had the chance of tasting.
“Oh my god, if you cook me this once a week, I’ll forgive you for all the times I made breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” You say as you chew down the food.
“Speaking of breakfast, lunch, and dinner, shouldn’t you be having the first one with that cutie from the club?” She raises an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Remember Principal Hottie?” You take a seat in front of her at the table.
“Who? I don’t recall that name for I have spent all night TRYING TO FORGET HIM FOR YOU. Why is he still on your mind? I swear to god if he’s the reason why you’re here and not there…”
“Cutie from the club IS Principal Hottie. I was too drunk out of my mind to see that. Also, he uses a stupid name outside of class.” You clarify before she loses her mind.
“So instead of forgetting about him, you sleep with him?” She asks sarcastically. She can’t believe she let you leave her for the same guy you were trying to forget that night.
“No! It was an accident!” You deny once again. Tiffany sees the hesitation in your face and decides to ask you another question.
“Did you like it?” She smirks as she sees your cheeks redden at the question. You definitely enjoyed it, but you couldn’t let her know that.
“No!” You yell out passionately. She looks at you in disbelief. “Okay. I liked it but it can’t happen again!”
“You dance all night with a man. You think he’s cute. The sex was good. AND he’s your dream man? What the hell is wrong with you!” She slaps your arm lightly as she realizes that you’re living every woman’s erotica fantasy.
“Nothing! I’m being professional!” You rub on the spot she hit you, trying to lessen the pain.
“He’s your boss. What’s he gonna do? Fire you?” She says as she rolls her eyes. You’re being over dramatic to her. She doesn’t understand you at all.
“Well I mean, no. But the school might! They could fire us both. I can’t lose my job.”
“Whatever. Don’t call me when you’re old and single.”
-
Jongdae cleans up the rest of the house in case you left any sort of evidence of your stay last night. If you wanted this to be forgotten, then it will be.
He needs to hide everything from Chanyeol so he doesn’t suspect anything.
Nothing. Nada.
“Jongdae hyung? Are you here?” Chanyeol asks as he enters his apartment.
Jongdae responds on the couch in his living room, alarming his presence. Chanyeol grins at this juicy information. The only other time Jongdae comes over this early is when he brings a girl over and his mom is in town, staying at his place. His older cousin definitely slept with someone last night.
“Why is there underwear on the floor?” Chanyeol jokes at the entrance as he takes off his shoes. Jongdae’s eyes widen in disbelief. He swore he cleaned up the doorway.
“Where?” Jongdae stands up to get closer to where Chanyeol was. He has to act like he has no idea. When he doesn’t see anything, he frowns at his cousin. “I don’t see it.”
“I was kidding. You’re so serious all the time. I know you came home with someone! Where is she? Did you tell your mom where you are?” Chanyeol’s arm wraps around Jongdae’s shoulders as he asks all the questions. It’s very rare for Jongdae to stay the night so when he does, Chanyeol loves to know everything.
“There’s no one!”
“Of course there is! You never come here at night unless you reeaaally need to. And you did, cause your mom’s here.” Chanyeol raises an eyebrow questioningly. Jongdae usually gives in the first time he asks. What’s so different about now?
Jongdae considers telling him. It would be nice to keep this secret with someone. He shakes his head. You wouldn’t want that. He doesn’t want you to hate him even more than you do.
“I can’t tell you.” Jongdae mumbles. He doesn’t like hiding secrets from his cousin. It’s so hard to keep them from him.
“Do I know her? Is that why?” But Chanyeol doesn’t give up so easily. He’s nosy as fuck and will not stand for secrets between them. Soon enough, Jongdae will be dating behind his back and Chanyeol won’t have time with his cousin anymore and he won’t even know why. That’s why Chanyeol’s motto is no secrets! Chanyeol gasps at a sudden epiphany.
“Was it the girl from the club?!”
Chanyeol gives Jongdae one look before Jongdae completely breaks down all the walls and spills everything. How he wanted to get a night out so he forgets about the flower incident, how he found you in the mass of people dancing, and how he only found out on the way out the club that you were in fact you. He even told his cousin that you wanted nothing to do with him after you found out who he was.
“Maybe she’s embarrassed.” Chanyeol defends you, justifying your depart from the apartment. He’s seen the way you looked at Jongdae. There’s no way you hated him with those looks. You definitely had a crush on him.
Jongdae doesn’t reply and listens instead. He wants to hear what Chanyeol thinks.
“She could think it’s unprofessional since you’re her boss and everything. You out of all people should know that a teacher staff relationship isn’t… good. You know, with the being biased thing.”
“So you think I shouldn’t pursue anything?”
“No. I’m saying you should try to understand why she left. It’s not because she hates you. It’s because of the rules. It’s up to you guys if you want to date and risk the consequences.”
-
Monday comes in a swift as if the universe wants you to face your problems. You really don’t want to but when Chanyeol comes by your office at 7 in the morning with your copies of the small math quiz you’re giving today.
“I saw your name on top so I thought I might as well get yours too.” Chanyeol drops the pile on top of your desk.
“Thanks.” You smile up at him and look back down as you try to review each of the students’ files before parent teacher day.
You’re surprised when Chanyeol is still lingering in your classroom, sitting on a poor student’s desk. These low budgeted desks can’t handle Chanyeol’s body.
“Can I help you?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you see him get up to look at the children’s art pieces. Chanyeol immediately looks back at you expectingly as if he was waiting for you to say something.
“Yes! You can! It’s a small favour.” He gets excited and even jumps back onto the desk.
“How small?” You tilt your head, trying to understand why Chanyeol would come to you for favours and more so when you see a huge grin spread across his face.
“Very small! I need you to-” Chanyeol looks around your table and picks up a piece of paper and a pen. He starts writing random numbers and then writes down his name on top of the digits. He sticks out his hand to you, giving the sheet to you. “give this to your friend! I had to leave right after I made her breakfast.
"What…?” You stand up from your seat and look at the sheet and him confusingly.
“Your friend from the club? I don’t know her name but I know she came with the girl that went home with Jongdae and apparently that girl’s you! So would you be kind enough to hand this to her? Thanks!” Chanyeol smiles widely as he leaves you in a state of surprise. He felt sorry for letting you know that Jongdae basically told him but he couldn’t help it. When he saw the chance to see your friend again, he had to take it. He didn’t care if you and Jongdae had some unresolved issues. He had to be selfish for a moment. Besides, he won’t be telling anyone.
You sink down to your seat and drop your head onto your desk. Your professional reputation is officially over. If Chanyeol knows, then everyone probably knows by now.
You straighten yourself at the speed of light when Jongdae knocks on the door frame with that bright smile of his.
“Hi.”
One word has got your legs wobbly and unstable, you’re about ready to sacrifice anything just to have him forgive you and come back to you.
chananyeol bong speaking: yay!! i finished something!! kinda.. i cut it short cause 6k is wayy too much for me lol i just wanted to write a cute teacher!au if i finish it completely maybe you guys will see the angst part.. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT <3
Hi, lovely! Guess who? ;) You've got Admin T here from Noona-Clock! Sending you a fluffy Jongdae request. I'll let you choose- either a Model!AU or Backstage!AU (like the Little Something MV). Looking forward to it, dear, and fighting!! ❤️ Admin T
@noona-clock Admin T, I am thrilled to bits that my first requested story is for you! I had a lot of fun with this one and may have gotten a bit carried away at times, so I hope dearly you find it to your liking. <3
Perhaps it was due to your nature as a photographer, but treasured moments stuck out to you as if frozen in time, like snapshots. After you met Jongdae, you found that there were plenty of such treasured moments.
Pairing: Chen x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Model!AU
Words: 2.5k+
It was way too early for it to be this bright.
You’d been in the business long enough to know the importance of getting an early start for the day, yet you couldn’t help but sigh as your sleep-heavy eyes squinted against the studio lights.
Still, at least you had something to make it worth being up at this time of the morning. Today, you’d be working with Jongdae, an up and coming model whose career took off quicker than anyone expected. Well, maybe not totally unexpected. You’d seen the pictures, same as anyone else: the high cheekbones, the expressive eyes, the curved mouth. The man was gorgeous and— more importantly— he photographed well.
The artist in you was thrilled at the chance to take photos of him. You may be one of many photographers working with him, but you knew that if you pulled this off well enough, your career might soar just as high as his.
You were fiddling with one of your film cameras when Jongdae arrived. He was clearly just as affected by the early morning hour as you, but even with his baseball cap and the faint circles under his eyes, he was strikingly handsome.
His handsomeness increased tenfold when he made eye contact with you and grinned, bright and charming.
“Hi, I’m Jongdae,” he introduced himself, sounding far more energetic than he looked. Butterflies erupted in your stomach; you already knew this was going to be a fantastic shoot.
“I’m Y/N,” you returned, putting your camera down so you could gesture around the studio. “What do you think?”
Jongdae looked around, taking in the lighting, the backdrops, and the props. He nodded approvingly. “I like it. I think this is going to turn out great,” he said. He wasn’t the first person to say something like that to you, but when his eyes returned to yours, you were struck by his earnestness.
You cleared your throat. “Alright, then. Good. How about we get you set up with the stylist and ready to go?” You nodded at him and turned back to your camera, watching him walk away out of the corner of your eye.
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There’s something honest about photography. Sure, there’s retouching and editing that can make a picture look nothing like its reality, but the photograph itself, the original version, is one of the most truthful things in the world. You’ve seen firsthand the raw honesty of photographs: a fleeting emotion, immortalized in film; impatience, exemplified by a blurred border or overexposed brightness; the clutter and mess of humans.
But just as photographs are a reflection of the humans they capture, so too do they reflect the perspective of humans. You became a photographer so that you could share your view with the world, and you take great pains to do that, no matter what project you take on.
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You had already finished setting up and double checking all of the equipment by the time the stylist was finished with Jongdae. That meant he had your full attention when he stepped into the studio lights, every detail of his appearance carefully curated, from his slightly mussed hair to the bold, contrasting colors he wore.
Now more than ever, you were eager to get started. Already, you could imagine the different details to hone in on, the different ways of capturing this man in photographs. You were still reflecting on this when he spoke.
“I’m ready to go if you are,” he said. Your eyes flicked back up to his as a confident smile spread across your face.
“Let’s do this.”
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Here’s what you saw: dark hair falling into dark eyes. The sweet curve of a mouth hinting at mischief. Bright lights playing off the curve of a cheekbone. A glimpse of a strong chest hiding behind a bold shirt. A face unable to hide its honesty as it asks, “Can you see me? Do you know who I am?”
Click.
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After the shoot concluded, you flipped through the stills on one of your digital cameras. You were amazed; you had expected a successful shoot with Jongdae, but you hadn’t expected nearly every photograph to come out looking this good. You cycled through more shots, impressed when you found that this guy didn’t seem to have a bad angle on his body. And by the sound of the low whistle coming from behind you, you weren’t the only one impressed.
You looked over your shoulder to see Jongdae, his eyes fixed on your camera.
“You know,” he started conversationally, “I had heard rumors that you’re good, but I didn’t expect you to be this good.”
Your face heated a bit as you shrugged.
“You’re the one who’s so unbelievably handsome that he apparently can’t take a bad picture,” you replied. Only after the words left your mouth did you realize how flirtatious they sounded. You shot Jongdae a worried look, but he was just smiling as brightly as ever.
“Let’s just meet halfway and agree that we work well together, then,” he said cheerfully.
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Your prediction was right: your photoshoot with Jongdae was very successful and garnered a lot of positive attention for the both of you. You suspected this was why you found yourself working with him again, just a couple of short months after the first shoot.
This time, you didn’t have the luxury of working in your studio with your perfect lighting and your air conditioner. No, this time, you were doing a shoot in a garden. It was a beautiful location for a shoot, you readily admitted, and the late spring sunshine provided wonderful lighting for the time being. But there was still the pressure of knowing that you only had a limited amount of time to work with this lighting, and you were discomfited to find that the same sunshine that gave you said pleasant lighting was also attempting to burn through the back of your black shirt.
Still, despite any complaints you may have had about your slightly less-than-ideal conditions, you couldn’t quell the excitement that came from knowing you’d see Jongdae so soon. You tried to chalk it up to professional interest, but you couldn’t deny the part of you that just wanted to see his bright smile directed at you again.
Fortunately, it seemed Jongdae was just as excited to see you again. As soon as the stylists were finished with him, he sidled up to you, bringing with him the wonderful shade of his umbrella.
“You look hot,” he said as way of greeting. You watched, amused, he visibly processed what he just said and hurried to correct himself. “I just mean, you know, the sun is bright. And you looked—” He decided to stop while he was ahead.
“Thank you, Jongdae,” you said with a laugh. “Are you ready to get started, then?”
Grateful for the way out, Jongdae nodded. “Very.”
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Here’s what you saw: sunlight dancing on bronzed skin. Soft petals resting against soft lips. Blades of grass weaving through dark hair like the delicate caress of fingers. Eyes both piercing and gentle as they say, “I see you. I know you.”
Click.
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The shoot ended as the sun began its descent and took with it all the best lighting. You were far from disappointed, though; again, you couldn’t help but be impressed by how flawlessly these pictures had come out.
You heard footsteps approach from behind you and half expected history to repeat itself with a low whistle. You were surprised, then, when Jongdae spoke.
“You know, we’re not too far from my favorite cafe.”
You turned away from your camera to give Jongdae your full attention.
“Would you like to get something to eat?” he finished, smiling bright and beautiful as ever.
You smiled back.
You went home that day with several rolls of undeveloped film and a scrap of paper with a scrawled phone number.
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The next time the two of you met up, it was by your own arrangement. You’d made good use of that phone number, and it was just over a week before you found time to plan a date.
“I’m a bit worried,” Jongdae admitted. You were halfway through lunch at a cafe of your choice, seated outside at a wrought-iron table that offered a lovely view of the nearby park. You felt a flash of concern, but it settled when you saw how open and relaxed Jongdae’s face was.
“What are you worried about?” you asked, idly taking a sip of your tea.
“Well, I thought I knew what I was talking about when I took you to that cafe last time, but now I’m worried that your taste in food is much better than mine. How am I supposed to impress you now?” Jongdae, bless him, actually pouted a bit.
A slow smile tugged at your lips without your permission. You comfortingly patted Jongdae’s hand, heart fluttering a bit when he turned his palm to yours and intertwined your fingers.
“Ah,” you cleared your throat. “I suppose we’ll have to keep sharing our favorite places with each other to see who really has the better taste. Don’t you think?”
His hand squeezed yours and he smiled like the sunshine.
“You know, I think you’re right.”
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Here’s what you saw: fingertips grazing a painted coffee mug. The peek of a tongue chasing a fleeting taste. The flash of joy in familiar eyes. A warm hand clasping another tightly as if to say, “I want this. I want you.”
Click.
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Your first date had set the tone for the beginning of your relationship. Whenever the two of you found time between your respective new projects to meet up for another date, you took turns choosing where to eat. After the cafe you had brought him to for your second date, Jongdae had made it a point of pride to try to find the best eateries— not that you particularly minded. As far as you were concerned, both of you were the winners if it meant you got good food.
With time, your friendly competition had moved on from cafes to sophisticated restaurants and again on to—
“Ice cream?” you asked dubiously.
“Yeah! I mean, it’s summer. What better way to cool down? And we both know that not all ice creams are created equal.” Jongdae tugged on your hand, leading you to an ice cream stand that he insisted was one of the best in the city.
You had to admit, once you were seated on a park bench, swirled ice cream cone in hand, Jongdae might have been onto something. And he knew it.
“It’s good, right?” he asked, watching you with an almost cheshire-like smile as you tasted your ice cream and made a show of thinking about it.
“Hmm.” You forced yourself to keep a straight face as you scrutinized your ice cream. “I’m not quite convinced yet,” you teased.
“Yah, Y/N! Don’t pretend that you don’t like it!” he whined. He wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned against you. “It’s perfect! And if you don’t like yours, then you can try mine!”
This time, your skepticism was real as you looked at his ice cream.
“Jongdae, didn’t we get the same flavor? Why would yours taste any different?”
He just shrugged and made a show of taking a bite of his ice cream.
“You never know how these things work until you give them a try, Y/N.” He suddenly leaned further into your space, face softening into a more sincere expression. “So let me give you a taste.”
Your heart hammered in your chest as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours. They were lightly cool from the ice cream, but you immediately felt warmed by the kiss. It was slow, unhurried as the summer afternoon around you, and when you pulled away, you felt almost sluggish as if you’ve been basking in warm sunlight. Warm, comfortable, right.
His face hovered close to yours, his eyes watching your face as if it held all the answers. You slowly licked your lips, chasing the feeling of the kiss, and you were surprised to find that the ice cream somehow tasted sweeter than before.
Yeah, Jongdae was onto something here.
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Here’s what you saw: tree leaves casting mottled shadows across an expanse of skin. Eyes dancing and crinkling at the edges in laughter. A smear of ice cream decorating a shining face. A fierce grin softening around the edges as if to say, “I love you. I love you.”
Click.
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Months later, things settled into something steady and comfortable and warm between you. It was this warmth that reminded you of the spring day when you met, even now in the dead of winter.
Unfortunately, that was just a metaphorical warmth. In reality, you were sitting bundled up on Jongdae’s couch, wearing old sweats and two pairs of fuzzy socks to keep your toes from freezing off. Really, the only thing keeping you going at this point was your personal space heater, who had taken to draping himself across your legs while you two spent a lazy afternoon watching an episode of the latest drama.
“Yah, Jongdae,” you whined when he got up from the couch, taking the heat with him.
He tossed a quick smile over his shoulder as he disappeared into his bedroom.
“Wait right there, Y/N. I promise it’ll be worth it!”
You pouted, bundling your blanket tighter around you while you waited for him to do whatever it was he was doing. After a moment, however, your face melted into a curious expression as you listened to him rummage around in his room.
He came back soon after, hands behind his back and smile bright and contagious as ever.
“I got something the other day,” he sing-songed. You were still confused, but you couldn’t help but grin back as you craned your neck to see behind his back.
“What is it?” you asked, trying to catch a glimpse.
“Ta-dah!” With flourish, Jongdae showed you the camera he was holding. It was an old polaroid in surprisingly good condition, and you were sure your puzzlement showed on your face.
“I know you’re the photographer and all,” Jongdae said, “but I thought it would be nice for me to have my own camera! That way, I can have pictures of you for once.” Your heart swelled with affection.
“Oh, Jongdae,” you sighed, voice halfway between teasing and dreamy.
Jongdae tilted your face up to be level with his, eyes dancing.
“I love you, you know,” he said, just before kissing you.
It was as slow and sweet as your first kiss, and you sighed softly as he pulled away, far too soon for your liking. You had barely opened your eyes to look at him again when you heard the click of a camera shutter.
You gasped, your shocked expression making Jongdae snicker as he waited for the instant film to finish exiting the camera. He held it up victoriously, and you grumbled a bit even as you pressed against his side, waiting for the film to develop.
As you watched your form slowly materialized in the photograph, you felt more keenly than ever the love you held for this man.
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Here’s what he saw: wisps of hair falling softly against a sweet face. Cheeks flushing with warmth and affection. Lips parting as if to call after someone. Half-lidded eyes confessing without fear, “You are my moment. You are my forever.”
Soooo…. Because I hadn’t written a Chen scenario yet, I decided to make one today, because it is his birthday.
Happy birthday Chen!!!!!!! <3
Now I now I’m a little bit late, but in America it is still the 21st, so it still counts right? ^^
Hope you enjoy reading this scenario!
‘No, that’s not nice’, you said. You were out with one of your best friends, Chen, for his birthday. He had asked you to come along to pick out some clothes for the party he knew the members would throw.
‘What about this one?’, he said, while holding up the ugliest sweater ever.
‘Chen… are you serious?’ You looked at him, trying to figure out whether he was joking or not. He took another look at the ahjumma sweater and then gave you a questioning look.
‘What’s wrong with it?’, he asked. You were flabbergasted he was actually serious about the sweater and decided not to completely bring him down, because it was his birthday. ‘Well, it’s not really your colour.’
‘Oh’. He put back the sweater and gave you another confused look. ‘I really don’t understand you’, he began his pouting. ‘How can there be such a thing as someone’s colour?’
‘I don’t know’, you laughed. ‘But it does exist.’
He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. ‘Think of it as a haircut’, you tried. ‘Some haircuts look really nice on someone, other you need to get used to and then you’ve got the haircuts that just don’t fit the person. Same thing with the haircolour.’
‘Yeah… right…’, he replied. ‘So… What colours are my colours?’
‘You’re more of a grey, light red, green, blue, white and black person.’ ‘But that are not so many colours’, he pouted back. You laughed, ‘Come on, there are enough nice clothes in those colours.’
After half an hour of searching the shop without any succes, Chen sighed. ‘Maybe it’s best if we go to the next shop. We won’t find anything here.’
Down-hearted, you sighed and silently agreed. You followed him outside and decided what the next shop was going to be. The same thing happened in this shop… and the next… and the next.
When you came out of the 8th shop empty handed, after wondering around the city centre for over three hours, you sighed. ‘Normally they have thousands of lovely things for guys in every single shop and when you need it, they don’t have a thing.’
‘And when they do, it’s Kris’ size’, he cleverly added. You sighed and rolled you eyes. ‘Let’s get something to eat before we continue’, you suggested, tired from the unsuccesful search. You went to a little cafe that looked out over a small square and ordered two hot chocolate drinks and two pieces of apple pie, since it was a pretty chilly almost autumn day.
‘Oh Chen! By the way! Is there anything special you would like for your birthday? I already got something for you, but I was wondering if there was anything you still needed…’
‘Yes, thank you!’, he said to the waitress who had just arrived with the hot chocolate and apple pie.
‘Well, there isn’t really anything I can think of at the moment. But your friendship is enough’, he added while teasingly leaning into you. You pushed away his head and you both started laughing.
‘Okay, let’s get going again’, you said, when you had both finished your drink. You called out the waitress and paid the bill. You grabbed your bags again and made your way to the next shop.
You regained confidence that you would find something after the little break, but you knew the clock was ticking.
You went into one of the last shops in the centre you hadn’t been in yet and your mood immediately darkened. The whole shop was a mess, so you asked one of the employees what it was all about. She told you they were closing the shop, so they had final sale.
You stayed in the shop and searched through the piles of clothes for something fitting, but everything seemed to be worn out, so you were quickly done in that shop. You sighed. ‘Okay, let’s go to the shopping mall then, this is not going to work out’, you said as you turned towards Chen. You could already see he was thinking the exact same thing, even before he spoke. ‘Yeah, that might be a better idea.’
You quickly turned around and walked out onto the street again, but the weather had changed. Before it was really cold, yet sunny, but now it was very cloudy and a little bit windy as well.
You zipped your jacket al the way up, hands in the pockets and you started quickening your pace to the shopping mall. The street was very empty, but it had been all day, so there wasn’t anything suspicious about that.
You were approximately halfway towards the shopping mal, when it suddenly began pouring. You looked up to the sky and then at Chen. ‘Let’s get some shelter in that porch’, he said as he nodded towards a door behind you.
You went in there and waited for a while.
‘I don’t think anything will change about the weather’, Chen sighed. You looked up towards the sky and realized he was probably right. The sky was filled with clouds and they were dark. It indeed didn’t seem like there would be an end to it anytime soon.
‘So…’, you hesitantly began, ‘Should we just run to the shopping mall?’ ‘I guess…’, Chen replied.
You looked at him and nodded. You took a step forward, so you were only one small step away from running into the rain. You looked at him one more time, to reassure yourself he would come after you, took a deep breath and went out into the rain, running for the shopping mall.
You weren’t even 10 meters away from the porch and you were already drenched. You had no idea if Chen had run after you, but you didn’t really bother to look behind you. You just ran towards the shopping mall.
Only when you arrived there, you quit to look behind you, hair flat beside you face and with panda eyes. You saw Chen was coming up right behind you and you held the door open.
Catching your breath, you started talking, ‘I’m going to the toilet for a second, fix this up a bit’, as you signalled towards your face. He grinned, signalling you to get out of there, before he had the chance to make a cheesy comment, so you quickly went to the ladies room.
When you came out, you saw Chen coming out of the men’s room. ‘You all fixed up?’, he grinned. His hair was still wet, partly sticking to his face.
‘Yes, I’m ready, let’s finally find you something right’, you replied with a sigh. You knew you could never win from Chen, at least, not in this case.
‘Let’s hope luck is on our side for once’, you added before walking into another shop.
You walked towards a pile of neatly folded dark grey sweaters. They had a collar which went up from the collarbone to the neck, but the neck was loose. You could close it with black buttons. Chen had also layed eyes on something really nice. It was an army green blouse.
‘These things are so much better than what we have seen so far’, you mumbled.
‘What should I try on?’, he asked. ‘That thing you are holding and this sweater. Oh, and over there you’ve got a shirt that would go well under that green thing. That is more suitable for a party, but just in case that doesn’t work out we’ll try the sweater’, you said. ‘Go to the fitting rooms and then we’re hopefully done for the day.’
‘You’ve got one on already ChenChen?’, you asked him through the curtain. The curtain was slowly opened and he stepped out. He was wearing the t-shirt with the green blouse.
‘Why did you button it up?’, you laughed as you stood up to unbutton his blouse again. ‘Isn’t that what these things are for? For buttoning them up?’, he asked confused. ‘Yes, but then you woul have to wear a shirt underneath it, and look at this…’, you stepped aside so he could check himself in the mirror, ‘…it looks really nice, Chen!’, you yelled estaticly, happy you had finally found something for the party later on that day.
He tilted his head slightly and nodded in agreement. ‘I’ll buy this then’, he decided.
You sighed in relief and closed the curtain again, so he could change back into his normal clothes. He came out, went to put back the grey sweater and bought the t-shirt and blouse.
You sighed in relief when you stood in front of the shop. ‘So, what should we do now?’, you asked. ‘We still have almost an our before we have to start preparing for tonight.’
‘You remember what I wanted for my birthday?’, Chen suddenly said after a long pause. You looked at him surprised, but he was searching for something in the shopping mall.
‘You didn’t tell me remember…’, you said, while giving him a questioning look. He turned towards you, grabbed your wrist and pulled you to another side of the shopping mall.
‘Chen, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?’, you asked him. He looked at you, but he gave you a glance you had never seen before. Flabbergasted as you were, you obliged and followed him.
He let out a little shy laugh and slowed down a little, before turning towards you. ‘Let’s take pictures in that photobooth over there.’
You followed him into the photobooth and he prepared the booth for the pictures. you sat down beside him and turned to face him.
‘So, how are we going to take the pictures?’, you asked him. ‘First a nice, funny pic? Maybe some really crazy pictures as the second, third and fourth?’, he asked in reply.
‘That sounds good’, and you reached for the ‘take-a-picture’-button.
You smiled at the camera, saw Chen doing the same and leaned a bit towards him. Then the picture was taken. Chen changed his expression into a duckface and seductively looked straight into the camera. In addition to that, you widened your eyes, opened your mouth, one hand covering it and the other pointing to his oh so seductive duckface.
He laughed, leaned back and lifted one hand to caress your cheek. You closed your eyes and pretended to scream, also moving away from Chen, when the third photo was taken.
After the flash from the third photo, Chen immediately pulled you close. He looked you straight in the eye.
‘You really don’t remember what I wanted for my birthday?’, he whispered carefully. You looked at him, still not able to comprehend what he was talking about.
Just before the last flash, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips softly against yours. After a while you relaxed a little and you eventually slowly pulled back.
You looked at him with wide eyes. ‘I love you, __. I’ve been feeling it for a while now, but I wasn’t really able to put my finger on it. But I’m sure.’ You closed your eyes, to comprehend what he was saying.
When you opened them again, you saw Chen being a little less confident than usual.
‘So… When you just said you wanted me, or at least my friendship… I actually could have expected this…’, you asked him. He nodded and there was nothing left of the cocky, confident Chen.
You looked at him, to, for one last time, determine whether he was serious or just joking around with you. He seemed very serious.
You took his wrist. ‘Chen…’, you calmly said. There was no response. He was still looking down, ashamed and afraid of what he got himself into.
‘Chen’, you tried again, a little more urgent this time. He slowly lifted up his head to look at you. You smiled at him.
