@nanamyberry request! i kinda did it different but hope you still enjoyy !!
synopsis : things your best friend ( that you have feelings for ) does
themes : fluff. seonghyeon x 6th member. introvert hyeon, juhoon, martin, james mention. kissing. barely proofread.
nonchalant!hyeon who claims he hates going out with y/n but secretly enjoys it.
“didn't we go out yesterday?” he says rolling his eyes. “yeah but that was only one hour, and you didn't even let me buy anything.” you huff crossing your arms. “you spent like all the money in my account, and everyone was asking where we were??” he says almost annoyed – well annoyed.
nonchalant!hyeon who never questions you waking up at night and going to practise at the same time as him.
“y/n? shouldn't you be asleep?” he questions looking at you through the mirror. “couldn't.” you say you always say. he doesn't take notice though, not knowing you just wanted to see him.
nonchalant!hyeon who always drinks the random latte on his desk every morning, even when nobody else got one.
“why tf is there so much cups in the bin.” juhoon asks. “someone's took caffeine addict to seriously.” martin adds.
nonchalant!hyeon who almost argues the gift on your bed wasn't from him, which it clearly was.
“happy birthday y/n. i hope you like them, pls stop saying im your introverted son now.” you open the box and see some shoes. “aww love birds.” james says from over your shoulder.
nonchalant!hyeon who was confused when he saw your red face after he tied your shoes for you.
“wait i need to tie my shoes.” you crouch down. “let me do them.” he interrupts, when he finally finished he stood up. only to see a tomato.
nonchalant!hyeon who didn't know how to react when you confessed to him.
“so, well i kind of... like you.” you say looking down hair covering your face as you fiddle with your beige rubbery dress.
chalant!you who almost ripped off your nails when he kissed you.
Can you please do an Enhypen imagine where it is really cold and they are being all cozy cuddly in bed
enhypen and a cold night ; 엔하이펜
↳ enhypen × cold night cuddles
warnings ; fluff, domestic fluff, established relationships, lots of warmth + cuddling in bed, nothing explicit
synopsis ; it’s freezing outside, the kind of cold that makes the windows fog and turns the world quiet. inside, it’s just you and him beneath a shared blanket, tucked in close.
word count ; 2.8k
author’s note ; this request speaks to me... i like this.
HEESEUNG
The cold settles into the apartment differently at night. You feel it the most when you slip into the bedroom, the air biting at your skin, making you shiver before you’ve even reached the bed.
Heeseung notices immediately.
He always does.
He’s already half-asleep, curled under the comforter with his hair mussed and his breathing slow. But the second you lift the corner of the blanket, he stirs, eyes blinking open, soft and heavy, finding you instantly even through the dark.
“Cold?” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.
You don’t even get a chance to answer before he’s reaching for you, one arm sliding around your waist, the other guiding your face into the warm curve of his throat. His body heat is immediate, melting, the kind that seeps straight through your bones.
Heeseung exhales a quiet, relieved sound and pulls the blanket higher around both of you.
“Should’ve come to bed sooner,” he whispers, lips brushing your forehead. “You know I run warm.”
You breathe against his collarbone, letting the warmth swallow you up. His thumb traces slow circles into your back, tendrils of heat curling wherever he touches, grounding you in that lazy, affectionate way he only ever shows when it’s just the two of you in the dark.
Your cold foot brushes his shin and he flinches, then groans dramatically.
“You’re freezing,” he mumbles, but he’s already hooking a leg around yours, tugging you even closer until you’re practically tangled beneath him. “Come here. Like—here. All the way.”
He positions you exactly where he likes you: chest to chest, your head tucked beneath his, his arms wrapped tight like he’s trying to shield you from winter itself.
His heartbeat evens out. His breathing slows. You feel the warmth settle between you, lazy and soft and impossibly safe.
Heeseung presses one last kiss into your hair, his voice fading into that half-conscious place where he’s too tired to think and too in love to hide it.
“Stay right here,” he whispers. “I sleep better when you’re here.”
He’s asleep again before you can respond—still holding you, still wrapped around you, still radiating heat like he was made to thaw you out.
JAY
The bedroom is dim except for the faint spill of hallway light streaming under the door, just enough to paint him in soft edges when you slip inside. Jay’s already curled up on his side, one arm tucked beneath his pillow, hair falling over his forehead in that perfect, unfair way he manages even while asleep.
You try to climb in quietly. Really, you do.
But the mattress dips, your teeth chatter once—once—and his eyes open instantly.
He lifts his head. “You’re shaking.”
It’s not a question; more of an accusation, really.
Before you can protest, Jay’s sitting up, grabbing the comforter with one hand and reaching for you with the other. He moves with that efficient, purposeful gentleness of his.
“Come here,” he mutters, guiding you toward him until you’re tucked directly against his chest. “Why are you this cold? Did you forget your sweater again?”
You open your mouth to deny it, but he gives you a look—soft, raised brow, the one that tells you he already knows the truth and he’s only letting you speak for the theatrics.
You sigh. “It’s in here, I didn’t wanna wake you up by coming in to get it…”
Jay exhales through his nose, something like a laugh, and buries his hand beneath the blanket. His fingers find your waist, sliding over icy skin, and he winces like he’s just been electrocuted.
“Jeez,” he says quietly. “You should’ve told me you were cold, I coulda warmed you up.”
You snort against his chest, and Jay pretends he didn’t smile.
He pulls the comforter higher around your shoulders and then wraps himself around you fully—arms tightening, legs hooking over yours, chest firm and steady at your back. His warmth is slow but heavy, radiating the way he always does, like he’s built for this exact moment.
You feel him settle behind you, his chin resting in your hair.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, his voice barely awake now.
He rubs your arms in slow strokes—long, even lines that pull the cold out of your skin inch by inch. Every so often, he tucks the blanket closer around you, making sure there isn’t a single draft slipping in.
Eventually, when your shaking finally eases, he presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Better?” he murmurs. You nod, and Jay relaxes, pulling you tighter.
“Good,” he breathes, already fading back into sleep. “Next time, just take one of my hoodies. It’s why I buy so many.”
He falls fully asleep like that; arms locked around you, body shielding yours from the cold, warmth settling over you in quiet, steady waves.
JAKE
Jake’s the kind of warm that feels alive. He’s got a soft, humming heat that radiates from his skin like he’s permanently sunlit. So the moment you slip into the room, wrapped in the kind of chill that makes your fingers numb, he notices before you even speak.
He’s sprawled diagonally across the bed, blanket half-kicked down, hair a fluffy mess against the pillow. The heater’s doing absolutely nothing, breath visible in the air, but Jake? Jake looks like he could sleep through a snowstorm.
You nudge him gently. “Jake?”
He groans, turns toward the sound of your voice—and as soon as his hand brushes your wrist, he jerks fully awake.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, horrified. “You’re ice.”
You laugh, but your teeth click together, and his expression twists.
“No. Nope. Come here.”
He pulls the blanket back with one hand and reaches for you with the other, tugging you into the warm circle of his body like he’s reeling in a runaway pillow. You land half on his chest, and Jake wraps himself around you immediately—arms, legs, everything.
You let out a soft gasp at the abrupt heat, and he shushes you tenderly, nuzzling his cheek into the top of your head.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice still thick from sleep. “Just—just stay right here a minute.”
His hands wander under the blanket, rubbing warmth into your arms, then your waist, then down your thighs. Each touch is lazy and familiar, the kind of instinctive affection Jake gives without thinking, like breathing.
After a moment, he pauses.
“…you’re still cold…?”
You mumble something about it being fine, but Jake’s already adjusting, pulling the comforter up to your ears and lifting his knee to tuck it in around your hip. He shifts again, tucking your feet between his calves, and hums in satisfaction when you shiver at the contact.
“Better,” he says definitively, like he’s solved winter.
His hand finds your cheek, thumb stroking lightly. You can feel him smiling, soft and sleepy, as your body finally starts to thaw against his.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “This is much better, isn’t it?”
You bury your face against his chest, warmth sinking into you like a slow sunrise. Jake’s breathing evens out, deep and steady, the kind that always lulls you into matching him.
When you finally stop shivering, Jake lets out a tiny, relieved sigh.
“See?” he mumbles. “Told you I could help.”
He’s half-asleep again by the end of it, arms locked tight around you, blanket tangled around both your bodies, keeping the cold as far from you as possible.
SUNGHOON
The room feels colder than it should, brushing against your skin sharply. You slip inside anyway, shutting the door behind you, hoping Sunghoon’s already asleep so you won’t wake him.
He isn’t.
He’s lying on his back, one arm under the pillow, phone dim and abandoned beside him. His eyes lift the moment you enter, dark and soft in the low light.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
You nod, but the way your your arms are wrapped around yourself gives you away. Sunghoon sits up without hesitation, blanket falling from his chest in a slow cascade.
“Come here,” he murmurs.
You crawl in next to him, and he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, guiding you until you fit neatly against his side. His arm slides around your shoulders, slow and secure, pulling you under the blanket with him.
His warmth hits you all at once. Gentle and steady and somehow so much stronger than his cool exterior ever suggests.
“You’re freezing,” he says, voice quiet with concern.
Your forehead finds the seam of his collarbone, and he exhales, long and soft, like the tension leaves him the moment he feels you settle. He shifts again, tucking the blanket higher, angling his body so more of him is pressed against you.
Without meaning to, you shiver.
Sunghoon’s grip tightens instantly. “Hey,” he breathes, “come closer.”
You already are, but he pulls you in gently by the waist until there’s no space left between you. His legs slot around yours, his nose brushing your temple as he settles into the new position.
“That’s better,” he whispers, sounding almost relieved.
His thumb draws lazy circles into your arm, slow enough to make your eyelids heavy. The cold recedes with each passing second, replaced by the soft press of his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.
Sunghoon isn’t loud about comfort—he never has been. But the way he holds you now, warming every place your skin meets his, feels like its own quiet confession.
“You have to tell me when you’re cold like this,” he murmurs, voice warm and almost shy. “I don’t like seeing you shake.”
You nuzzle closer, and he lets out a small, barely-there laugh—the kind he only gives you when he’s too tired to hide it.
“There you go,” he whispers. He presses a soft kiss to your hair, then another.
“Closer,” he repeats, even though you’re already curled into him completely.
Your eyes slowly flutter closed, and you feel the warmth wrapping around you like a weighted blanket, drifting to sleep.
SUNOO
The second you open the bedroom door, a wave of warm air greets you; it’s soft, sweet, almost golden. Sunoo has the heater on, the fairy lights humming softly, the blankets stacked in fluffy layers like he’s preparing for a blizzard
He looks up from where he’s curled beneath the comforter, cheeks flushed, hair messy in the cutest way.
“You’re finally here,” he says, voice soft and bright at the same time. Then his smile falters a little. “Honey…?”
“What?”
He squints at you—eyes narrowing, lips pushing into a pout. “I can see your lips are turning blue from over here.”
Before you can explain, he’s already shoving the comforter open and holding his arms out in a dramatic sweep.
“Come,”
You laugh, but the cold clings stubbornly to your skin, and the promise of his warmth is impossible to resist. As soon as you slip under the blankets, Sunoo wraps himself around you like he’s been waiting all night, arms circling your shoulders, legs tucking around yours, nose brushing your cheek in a soft nuzzle.
The warmth hits instantly, blooming over your skin in slow waves.
“Oh my god,” he gasps, pulling back just enough to press his hands to your cheeks. “You’re actually freezing. Why were you walking around like this?”
You try to defend yourself, but Sunoo cuts you off with a tiny scolding noise and pulls you flush against his chest again. His hands slip under the blanket, rubbing your arms with quick, determined strokes.
“We’re fixing this,” he declares, voice gentle but firm. “Right now.”
You melt into him, letting his warmth stretch across your back, your hands, your neck. His skin glows against yours, always warm like he carries his own little sun beneath the surface.
“You’re tense,” he whispers, noticing the way your shoulders tremble. His fingertips trace light patterns down your spine, soft and tender. “Relax. I’ve got you.”
Another shiver runs through you, and Sunoo tightens his hold instantly, pulling the comforter over your head like he’s protecting you from the world.
“Perfect,” he hums when you settle. “See? Much better. You’re warming up already.”
You tilt your face toward his, and he meets you halfway, brushing a soft kiss across your forehead—warm, lingering, loving.
“Next time,” he says quietly, “you come to me right away, okay? I like taking care of you.”
He tucks you closer, sighing contentedly as the cold finally slips away.
“Just stay with me,” Sunoo murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll keep you warm.”
JUNGWON
Jungwon always sleeps curled up on his side, arms tucked close, blanket pulled to his chin. He looks small like that, peaceful, the soft rise and fall of his breathing barely disturbing the quiet of the room.
You try to slip into bed without waking him, but the cold radiating off of your skin gives you away.
The mattress shifts. You freeze.
And then—
“…y/n?”
His voice is thick with sleep, warm in the dark. He blinks up at you, eyes fuzzy, hair a soft halo around his face.
“You’re cold,” he says immediately, like he can feel it from a distance.
Before you can reassure him, he’s already pushing himself up on one elbow, lifting the blanket with the other hand.
“Come here.”
You slide in next to him, and Jungwon pulls you against his chest without hesitation—arms wrapping around your waist, chin fitting into the crook of your shoulder like this is muscle memory.
The heat of him hits you slowly at first, then all at once. He’s warm in that steady, grounding way, like he runs on a constant quiet glow meant just for nights like this.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against your skin, fingers spreading across your back to rub slow circles. “Why didn’t you come sooner?”
You mumble something about not wanting to wake him, but Jungwon only sighs, tightening his hold.
“You can always wake me,” he whispers. “Always.”
His thumb grazes up and down your arm, gentle and patient, warming the chill out of your muscles inch by inch. He shifts closer, hooking one leg over yours to share even more heat, making sure you’re cocooned on all sides.
You feel the cold start to melt, replaced by the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your ear.
After a moment, Jungwon’s voice softens further—barely a whisper now, full of sleepy affection.
“Stay like this,” he says. “You know, I sleep better when you’re here.”
You breathe out, finally relaxing into him, and he hums quietly, satisfied. His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt to trace slow, soothing lines up your spine, letting warmth pool wherever he touches.
When the last of your shivers fade, Jungwon presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “I’ll keep you warm.”
RIKI
The lights are off when you walk in, the room quiet except for the soft rustling of blankets as Riki shifts in his sleep. He’s curled up on his side, one hand tucked under his cheek, hair falling messily across his eyes. He looks younger like this; peaceful and soft around the edges, his emo charade abandoned.
You tiptoe around the bed, trying not to disturb him, but the cold clings to you too visibly.
You slide under the covers as gently as possible.
It doesn’t matter.
Riki stirs immediately.
A sleepy groan, a stretch, then—
“…why’re you so cold?”
You freeze. “…I’m not.”
He makes a tired, unimpressed noise into his pillow and reaches for you blindly, palm patting around until he finds your arm. The second he touches your skin, he jerks back like he’s touched ice.
“Woah—okay. No. Come here.”
He’s fully awake in an instant, scooting closer without even opening his eyes. He hooks an arm around your waist and drags you toward him with zero hesitation, zero grace.
You yelp softly at the sudden movement.
“Shh,” he mumbles, finally blinking up at you through messy hair. “It’s late.”
He presses his forehead to your shoulder and exhales, warm breath blooming against your cold skin. One leg tangles with yours, half pinning you in place, half warming you on instinct.
“Why didn’t you just get in bed?” he asks, voice soft, a little pouty. “You know I’m warm.”
You laugh under your breath. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You did wake me,” he counters, tugging the blanket up over both your heads, trapping you in a warm little cocoon with him. “And you were cold the whole time. That’s worse.”
He settles against you, arms tightening around your middle until you’re flush against his chest. The warmth spreads almost instantly, slow and heavy and so much more soothing than he probably realizes.
Riki sighs, content now, cheek pressed to your back.
“There,” he murmurs. “Just stay like that.”
As the cold drains from your body, your breathing evens out, and Riki shifts again, just enough to tuck his chin over your shoulder, mouth brushing your jaw in the faintest, sleepiest kiss.
“Next time,” he whispers, already falling back asleep, “don’t be dumb. Wake me.”
His arms stay locked around you, soft but unmovable, keeping every inch of you warm.
Hear me out on this, juhoon having a girlfriend, he's very open about it, it's just he never mentions it since he's chill asf. And bighit actually approves of it, and everyone only finds out when martin posts a picture of them together and the fans see his wallpaper, which is him and his gf hugging.
(I love idol x normal reader fanfic 😞😞)
〨 ˒˒ who’s the girl? ꜝꜝ ♡ | kim juhoon
PAIRING: idol bf! kim juhoon x non idol! fem reader
⤷ when the boys take a pic and post it to their Weverse, they don’t think much of it. They especially don’t think that in the picture, your guys relationship gets exposed.
WARNINGS: worrying about the fans, a small timestamp change on the smau cause I had to redo one slide , nothing much fr just ju being down bad for his gf ^^
— star. 𝜗ৎ : tumblr friggin put this on content label review yall😪 also I wasn’t sure but I had it as if the boys knew as well😓 other then that I still tried to follow ur request as said so I hope u like it still :3!!
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
The thing about your relationship with Juhoon was that it wasn’t a secret. However, it also wasn’t very public either.
You didn’t mind it, if anything you actually liked it— and so did he.
Neither of you kept it hidden either, you guys just weren’t the ones to bring it up unless someone were to ask.
The majority of those who you guys knew had known about the relationship, all of them supported it and were happy for you, even the label Juhoon and the group was under.
Even when the group had finally debuted, no one knew about you and the fact that you were dating a member of this beloved group.
But that had all changed.
—
The group was filming a video that'd be later posted on their youtube. In between one of the cuts where they took a break from filming. Martin, Juhoon, and Seonghyeon, decided to take a picture in the meantime.
But what they didn't realize is how that one picture was going to spark something big.
“here , does this one look good enough to post?” Martin asks, facing the screen towards the two beside him.
Seonghyeon grabs Martin's hand, pulling it a bit closer, “hm, yeah looks good.”
Juhoon on the other hand, gives it a small glance, “yeah that's good.”
If only he looked a little closer.
–
They then went back to filming, the picture still not being posted but planned to be after filming. Once they finished up, Juhoon immediately facetimed you.
It took a couple of rings till you popped up on the screen. “Hi hoon.” you say with a smile, face mostly covered with your blanket.
“Hi pretty, what are you up to?”
You fell into conversation, sometimes even getting interrupted by the others.
“Is that yn?”
“Hi yn!”
“Can I talk to her?”
Juhoon would side eye them, playfully pushing them away from the phone, “no, go away she's my girlfriend.”
Keonho then steals the phone from his hands, quickly speeding away from the other boy. Immediately juhoon follows behind, arms reaching out to grab onto keonho.
The others are watching this, laughing at the two.
It takes about two to three minutes for Juhoon to catch him. Keonho lays on the floor in defeat. Grabbing the phone from your hand, Keonho calls out to you.
“Yn! You see this? How this bully treats me? “
You laugh, full smile on the screen. “Sorry keo!”
Juhoon faces the screen back to himself, “don’t say sorry to him, he doesn’t deserve it after making me run.”
“but you caught him, didn’t you?”
“ Of course I did.”
You guys talk for some more, up until Martin calls him over to tell him they’re going back to filming for a bit.
He waved his hand, motioning that he’d be there soon. Turning his face back to you, “ I guess I have to head out, I’ll see you later yeah?”
You nod, “of course.”
“Okay, well I’ll see you soon love, I love you.”
“I love you too ju!”
And with that the call ended.
Knowing that it’ll be a little longer till he’d come over, you decided to spend some time scrolling on TikTok.
Going on TikTok now was somewhat exciting for you. Being able to see all different types of edits of your boyfriend was like a win, besides thousands of people also wanting him.
It didn’t bother you much if you were being honest though. You knew he was yours and you were his— no matter what.
However, as you began to scroll, the edits started to disappear. Instead, videos of their recent posts on Weverse were getting examined by the fans.
You weren’t very surprised, but the more you looked into it, you realized the reason for this.
The caption of the video being, ‘is this juhoons gf???’ .
You couldn’t help but feel a bit of a panic, knowing that he’s an idol and needs to keep a certain image up.
Although his label and those who are close with him know about the two of you, you guys never really announced it.
quickly, you open up messages. Going straight to his contact.
—
—
When Juhoon arrived at your house, you guys talked and ate. He explained his plan on telling the fans, wanting to make sure you’d be okay with it.
which you agreed, a bit nervously though. Knowing how fans can get over their idols.
But Juhoon reassured you, “ even if they were to dislike it, it doesn’t matter. It’s between us and only us.”
Those words brought you a small bit of comfort, still a bit nervous but you knew if anything were to happen, he’d be there.
— telling the fans
The boys went to an interview, the team had told them it’s one where they were going to be answering the fans' questions.
Juhoon already knew what one of the questions was going to be, they all did.
And he knew exactly how he was going to respond.
It didn’t take very long for it to come up either, after the third question it got brought up.
Keonho holds the paper in his hand, reading it out loud. “Does Juhoon have a girlfriend? If so, what's her name?”
The others share a look at each other, then give a glance to Juhoon who thinks for a second.
“Ah, yes I do. I don’t know if she wants her name out there yet so I’m going to keep that secret, for now.” He explained, a small soft smile showed while he did.
A sudden sound of “aww” rang through the room.
Martin leans over to Juhoon, giving his shoulders a shake. “I’m telling you guys, this boy is obsessed with her.”
“Remember when he chased me for taking the phone?"
“Or when he made us watch her favorite movie because she was over for movie night!”
“You know, for a good while we didn’t know either. We only found out cause we heard him on call with her.” James brought up.
A couple more of those memories got brought up along with a bit of a backstory for them as well.
Juhoon sat back with a red face and a smile.
You both knew that with sharing your relationship with the fans that things could get a bit tricky. Some would support while others not so much— but that didn’t matter to you two.
As long as you had each other, that’s all that mattered.
Boyfriend!Maki who loves his amazing girlfriend to the end of the world and back. He never misses an opportunity to remind you just how much you mean to him, even if it’s something as simple as a quiet “I love you.”
Boyfriend!Maki who loves when your cheeks get rosy from being nervous and will poke and pinch them playfully, grinning the whole time because he thinks you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen.
Boyfriend!Maki who will send you random-ass photos at 3 a.m. a blurry selfie, a weird bug he found, the moon, or a picture of his snack with zero context—then acts like it’s completely normal.
Boyfriend!Maki who is very clingy without meaning to. He just can’t help wanting to be around his boo 24/7, always finding some excuse to hold your hand or sling an arm over your shoulders.
Boyfriend!Maki who is your biggest hype man and is always there to cheer you on whenever, wherever. He brags about you to anyone who’ll listen because, in his eyes, you’re genuinely incredible.
Boyfriend!Maki who becomes so soft with you and holds you like you’ll break. The second you’re in his arms, his entire tough exterior melts away without him even realizing it.
Boyfriend!Maki who LOVESSSS and I mean LOVESSS when you give him massages after his workouts. He practically melts into your touch, shamelessly asking if you can “get his shoulders one more time” because he never wants it to end.
Boyfriend!Maki who loves pulling you into long hugs after a rough day, resting his chin on your head and refusing to let go until you’re both fine again.
Boyfriend!Maki who will casually kiss the top of your head as he walks by like it’s the most natural thing in the world, leaving you smiling every single time.
Boyfriend!Maki who absolutely loves the look you give him when he leans in just close enough to make you wonder if he’s going to kiss you… only to smirk and make you wait another second.
Boyfriend!Maki who always finds an excuse to have his hands on you—resting one on your waist, intertwining your fingers, or pulling you a little closer whenever you’re standing next to him.
Boyfriend!Maki who gets ridiculously smug whenever he catches you staring at him after a workout. He’ll raise an eyebrow and ask, “See something you like?” knowing full well you do.
Boyfriend!Maki who loves whispering little compliments in your ear just to watch you smile and hide your face, looking far too pleased with himself afterward.
Boyfriend!Maki who can’t resist pulling you into his lap whenever you’re both relaxing together. He insists it’s more comfortable, but really he just likes having you close.
Boyfriend!Maki who steals lingering kisses whenever he leaves for practice, acting like he’s in a rush while somehow managing to spend another five minutes saying goodbye.
Boyfriend!Maki who has a habit of brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear before smiling softly, like he’s completely captivated by you.
Boyfriend!Maki who absolutely melts whenever you wear one of his hoodies. He’ll pretend to complain that you “keep stealing his clothes,” but secretly hopes you never give them back.
SUMMARY: ateez members getting caught making out with you
AUTHOR’S NOTES: happy 100 followers ! this is a small gift from me to you , btw this only includes the hyung line ! as for the maknae line i'll try to post it as soon as possible ! once again , thank you for 100 followers <33
MASTERLIST ⸝⸝ MAKNAE LINE
✶⋆.˚ HONGJOONG
You were on the couch, scrolling through your phone quietly, when you noticed he looked stressed. You quietly make your way to him, silently asking to sit on his lap until he finally gives in and lets you. “You’ve been staring at the same line for ten minutes,” you point out.
The room was dim with the soft glow of his monitor. “I’m just thinking,” he let out a tired sigh.
“You look like you’re suffering.”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes before finally looking over at you, giving you the 'you’re so annoying' look.
“What?” You scrunched your eyebrow.
A quiet scoff escaped him before he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, until both of your foreheads nearly touched.
“What are you doing?” you laughed awkwardly.
“Nothing,” he looked you in the eye, then his eyes were now focused on your lips.
You were still smiling when Hongjoong leaned closer and kissed, with one hand resting against the back of your head while the other stayed on your waist.
The kiss started slowly, and you melted into the kiss as you kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck. You moved your lips gently to his jawline, peppering him with kisses, then down to his neck.
“You’re clingier lately,” you mumbled softly against his neck, absentmindedly leaving faint lipstick marks along his skin.
“Shut up,” he groaned while looking up, allowing you more access to his neck.
Suddenly, the studio door swung open, and the two of you pulled apart instantly.
It was Seonghwa. He stood frozen near the entrance, munching on a snack in his mouth while you stared at him blankly.
The silence was loud.
“...Sorry, I’ll come back later,” Seonghwa muttered before closing the door quickly.
You immediately buried your face in your hands, leaning against his shoulder in embarrassment.
Hongjoong looked down, noticing your sudden gesture. “You look cute while being embarrassed.”
“I’m not.”
“Your ears are red, my love.”
“They’re always red.”
“That’s not true.”
You grumbled as Hongjoong quietly laughed at you, pulling you closer. Hongjoong continued to work as he lay his chin on the top of your head as you nuzzled into his neck.
✶⋆.˚ SEONGHWA
It was late at night when the two of you were alone in the dorm kitchen, making ramen together while other members were either asleep or busy in their rooms.
Honestly, you’re there just for emotional support while Seonghwa is cooking.
“So you’re not gonna help me?” he complained while trying not to smile.
“I am helping you,” you crossed your arms.
“You’re absolutely not helping,” he continues, while stirring the noodles in the pot.
“I’m helping you as an emotional support!” You smiled proudly at him before leaning against the counter beside him.
Seonghwa shook his head in disbelief. A few quiet moments passed before you noticed him staring at you, “You’re so beautiful.”
You tilt your head to the side, confused by the sudden confession. “Um, thank you?”
“Aww, are you getting shy now?” he teased.
You gasped, “ya! I’m not!” You smacked his arm lightly.
“Oh, you completely are.”
Before you could argue more, Seonghwa cut you off by leaning down and kissing you passionately, both hands cupping your cheeks.
The kiss was sweet and slow. His hand slowly went down to your waist, gently tugging you closer to deepen the kiss. Your hand travels around his hair, playing with a few strands.
Seonghwa smiled against your lips, “You fold too easily around me, huh?”
He lifted you, letting your legs wrap around his waist, then suddenly.
“Ahem.”
The two of you looked away immediately. You jumped down, slightly embarrassed, while Seonghwa hid part of his face behind one hand.
Mingi stood near the kitchen counter while holding an empty bottle, looking equally shocked and amused. “Go get a room, you two!” he laughed.
Seonghwa’s eyes widened instantly. “Sorry!”
Mingi blinked, “Hyung, why are you apologizing?”
Seonghwa shrugged, you tried not to laugh, “Why are you still awake anyway?” you asked Mingi.
“I was just getting water,” Mingi muttered. “Clearly, I came at the wrong time.”
“Yeah, you definitely did,” you mumbled.
Mingi stood awkwardly before rushing to his room, “Okay, see you two later!”
Seonghwa looked like he had just been caught stealing candy from a kid. You turned toward him, smiling, “You okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just I panicked,” he groaned.
“You’re adorable when you panic, though,” you pecked his cheek.
“That’s not helping.”
✶⋆.˚ YUNHO
Practice just ended hours ago, but the two of you decided to hang around a bit longer in the empty rehearsal room while Yunho stretched lazily on the floor beside you.
You were sitting cross-legged, scrolling through your phone, when he abruptly rested his head on your lap.
“Yunho ya~ you’re so heavy,” you complained.
“Oh, you know you love me.”
“You’re literally crushing my legs right now.”
“So you weren’t denying that you love me?” he smirked at you.
You huffed at his comment while Yunho grinned up proudly, completely unbothered. He kept teasing you every five minutes until you finally gave up.
“You’re so annoying,” you rolled your eyes.
“Annoying you is what I’m good at,” he said with a grin, leaning back slightly with his hands resting behind him against the floor.
“Is there anything else you’re good at?” Now it was your turn to tease him, moving slightly closer to him.
Yunho chuckled while leaning in and kissing you gently. It was sweet and playful at first. He kept smiling against your lips every few seconds whenever you got shy. The kiss wasn’t rushed, it was steady. His hands slowly roam around your body until he slides his hand underneath your shirt.
“Yunho,” you laughed between the kisses. “Someone’s gonna see us.”
“Let them be then,” he mumbled.
As if the universe took your words for granted, the practice room door immediately opened.
“Hyung! Did you see my–” Jongho entered the room, then he noticed you and Yunho on the floor.
The two of you pulled apart quickly, as Jongho stood silently while also looking traumatized.
“Umm, I just came to grab my charger,” Jongho walked swiftly to snatch his charger from the table.
“And instead you witnessed this,” Yunho sighed.
“I’m going to pretend this never happened.” Jongho dramatically responded before leaving the rehearsal room.
You and Yunho looked at each other and laughed for a few minutes, still not believing what had just happened. “I’m never emotionally recovering from this,” you said.
Yet a few minutes later, he looked over at you, grinning again. “Can I still kiss you, or is the moment ruined?”
You stared at him in disbelief before flicking his head lightly.
✶⋆.˚ YEOSANG
Both of you were sitting on the floor beside his bed, surrounded by snacks and random trinkets he likes to collect. He kept showing you the trinkets while soft music played quietly from his speaker.
“And this,” Yeosand said with a serious tone while holding up a tiny figurine he owns. “Is emotionally important to me.”’
You stared at him for a second before bursting into laughter, “Why do you sound like you’re introducing me to your child?”
“Because he is my child and you need to respect him.”
“Well, I think it’s stupid,” you shook your head in disbelief.
“It’s not stupid! It’s called manners,” he smiled.
That made you laugh harder. It’s kind of funny how a man like him has a soft spot for tiny figurines. To him, your laughter sounded like a melody he could listen to forever. He loved making you laugh, he even thought it was quite romantic.
“Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he complimented you out of nowhere.
You nod, “Yeah, you, you’ve said it a million times.”
“I know, how can a guy like me get so into you?” Yeosang hummed before leaning closer.
His lips crashed into yours. It was soft, lazy, almost, while his hand rested loosely around your waist, pulling you even closer against him, feeling the warmth against his body. Yeosang breaks apart the kiss for a second, a smile stretching on his face, “I like the taste of your lips on mine.”
You giggled, kissing him again, fingers gently tracing the side of his face down to his neck.
Somehow, neither of you cared about the world around you, not until San burst the door open.
Both of you quickly scattered, pretending as if you weren’t eating each other’s faces.
San stood frozen at the doorway, “Oh, am I interrupting? Maybe I should come back another time,” he muttered while fidgeting with his hands, looking shy.
“You saw nothing,” Yeosang stated.
San stared at him blankly, “Yeah, yeah–I actually regret entering this room,” he covered his face while shutting the door.
“Poor San, he’s probably traumatized right now,” you giggled. “How are you so calm anyway?” You looked back at Yeosang, laughing quietly.
Yeosang only shrugged before pulling you back closer against him, kissing your forehead softly, “Panicking wouldn’t change anything, darling.”
pairing: badboy!nicholas x afab!reader
genre: college!au, strangers to lovers, downbad!nicholas, smut (mdni)
synopsis: you knew of him and his reputation, your friends always sharing the new gossip surrounding the campus bad boy. he had no idea who you were, not until you caught his attention at a party and changed his world.
warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, p in v, unprotected sex (dont), oral (f recieving), pussy drunk nicholas, pantie sniffing, creampie, possessiveness
disclaimers: a bit of a slow start... purely fictional!! all parties are consenting!! not proofread!! mentions of other idols as side characters - purely fictional personalities !(jungwon from enhypen, sakura from le sserafim, &team members)
word count: 8.8k
requested? yes
"I heard that he can't even use the bathroom in his dorm because it's full of plants!" Jungwon whispered to you and Sakura as you sat at your usual spot in the campus cafe.
"Well, that's just impractical." Sakura scoffed, rolling her eyes at the new gossip Jungwon was feeding you both. Your eyes flicked between the two of them as you held your coffee to your lips.
"I don't think a drug dealer cares about things like that," Jungwon replied before taking a sip of his own drink.
"I'd disagree." You finally spoke, contributing to the conversation, "Practicality would be extremely important. Making sure you are making enough product for your client base without ruining the quality, while also making sure you don't get caught. Plus numerous other things."
Sakura and Jungwon stared at you, Jungwon choking on his drink as he tried not to laugh before speaking, "Y/N, are you secretly a drug dealer?"
"Yeah, what the hell!" Sakura interjected, "You never engage in our conversations about Nicholas, but the mention of how drug dealers operate makes you contribute?"
You shrugged, putting your coffee down on the table, "It was the only part of the conversation that interested me. Hearing about Nicholas all the time is boring."
"You didn't deny being a drug dealer!" Jungwon gasped, pointing at you dramatically.
"Jungwon, we spend almost every waking moment together, we live together. I think you would know if I were a drug dealer." You laughed, shaking your head at the younger boy.
"I don't know what you do when I'm asleep." He mumbled, sending you a sideways glance as he took another sip of his drink.
"Y/N's way too tame to be a drug dealer, Wonnie." Sakura stated matter-of-factly. "She doesn't even come to campus parties! She'd need to be there if she wanted to make bank as a dealer."
"I just don't see the point in going." You sighed, looking between your friends. "I drink with you guys, don't I?"
"Yeah! And you're so much fun when we drink together!" Jungwon exclaimed, drink landing on the table louder than intended. "Imagine how many more friends you would have, how much bigger a social life, if others got to see you like that?"
"Okay, firstly, I'm content with the number of friends I have, and the state of my social life." You sent Jungown a slight glare before continuing, "Secondly, I'm comfortable around you guys, you're my best friends, of course I'm going to be fun around you two."
"She has a point," Sakura began, drink still in her hands, "We see the sides of her that no one else sees, drunk or not. I still remember when Euijoo was your project partner, and he asked me if you hated him because of how short you were with him." Sakura laughed at the memory from two years ago, when college was still fresh and exciting.
"Hey, Euijoo and I are close now." You pouted, not wanting to remember how badly you felt for making him feel that way. You never intend to make anyone feel uncomfortable or to come off as disliking them, but it was hard for you to be comfortable around new people.
Being partnered with Euijoo at the beginning of college was a blessing in disguise. He was so kind to you, so patient, never crossing any boundaries; you couldn't help but soften up around him. It helped prepare you for other collaborative projects throughout your studies. Thanks to Euijoo, you learned how to be approachable, communicate better, but still keep the distance you wanted between other classmates. Except for him, of course.
Euijoo wasn't one of your best friends, but he was definitely closer to you than most other people. It was hard to not like him with his gentle personality, and after your project together, you ended up staying in touch. You honestly believe that if it wasn't for the fact that he was extremely popular, you would have hung out more and ultimately been as close to him as you are to the two in front of you.
"Speaking of Euijoo," Jungwon broke you out of your thoughts with his energetic voice, "I still can't get over the fact he's friends with Nicholas."
"He's friends with everybody," Sakura stated, staring at Jungwon like he should already know this.
"Yeah, but he's best friends with Nicholas. It's just such an odd match."
Before you could add to the conversation, you felt a presence behind you coming closer. A hand landed on your shoulder lightly, followed by a calm voice, "I heard my name, so I decided to come over."
You turned around to see Euijoo smiling at you all, slipping into the seat beside you before continuing. "Don't worry, everyone is always shocked that Nicholas and I are so close."
You sighed, shaking your head at your two gossiping friends, before sending Euijoo an apologetic glance. He just smiled at you, completely unbothered by the fact that he had been the centre of your conversation for a moment.
A laugh escaped his lips as he saw the grimace on both Jungwon and Sakura's faces due to being caught gossiping by the person themselves. Mumbled sorrys escaped their lips as they avoided eye contact with Euijoo, who shook his head before speaking again. "There's no need to apologise for being curious. You weren't saying anything bad."
Jungwon's mood immediately perked up, his filter completely gone again as he asked, "So why are you guys so close?"
"I mean, there's not much to it. We met as teenagers and just meshed well together. I'd say we really value each other." Euijoo replied with a smile, voice still as calm as ever, before he turned to you and changed the topic. "Y/N, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
Euijoo took a breath in before his words came out at an uncommon speed. "Hear me out, okay? It's my birthday on the weekend, and some of my close friends are throwing a party for me. I know you don't go to parties, but I really want you there. Will you come?"
For a moment, you just stared at the boy next to you, shocked at the speed he just spoke. His eyes were hopeful, looking into yours, pleading with you to agree. You sighed to yourself, not wanting to let down the friend who had never let you down before.
"Is it going to be a big party?" You asked, holding his gaze to look for any hints of dishonesty. The two friends across from you, holding their breaths in hopes you would agree to your first college party.
"No, I asked them to keep it quite small, no more than 20 people." He spoke with no hesitation, no notions of any dishonesty.
"Okay, I'll go." You nodded, a small hint of anxiety already setting in. Jungwon and Sakura had to hold themselves back from screaming with joy.
Euijoo's smile reached his eyes at your response, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. "Thank you!" He exclaimed, seeming happier than you would have expected. He turned to Jungwon and Sakura, extending the invite to them before he had to leave.
Your two best friends just stared at you, a million questions running through their minds. You groaned before breaking the silence, "Go ahead. Ask me all your questions."
-------------------------------------
It was the night of Euijoos' birthday, and you were getting ready at your shared apartment with Jungwon. Sakura had arrived already dolled up for the night, now sitting on your bed with Jungwon as you finished getting ready.
"Y/N, are you sure you don't have a crush on Euijoo?" Jungwon asked as he peered up from his phone at you.
You looked at him from the reflection of the mirror, a furrow in your brows. "No, Jungwon, for the 17th time, I don't have a crush on Euijoo. He's just a good friend, and it's his birthday. Plus, he said it was going to be a small party."
"You don't come to the parties I invite you to." He pouted, still staring at you over your phone.
Sakura gave him a light smack on the arm before interjecting. "You invite her to the biggest parties on campus, of course she isn't going to go! Anyway, you should be focusing on the fact that we finally get to party with our girl."
Jungwon and Sakura bickered behind you as you added the final touches to your hair and makeup. You wore your hair out and makeup not too heavy, but done in a way to complement your features. You walked over to your wardrobe to change into your outfit. You pulled on some baggy black jeans that had rips throughout them, a bulky black and silver belt to hold them in place. For your top, a simple black crop that accentuated your figure nicely, and a bulky necklace to go with your belt. You threw on some chunky boots to finish off your look before walking back out to your friends.
They looked you up and down before both giving you a thumbs up, Jungwon the first to speak. "I always forget just how cool you dress when you put the effort in."
"I don't know if that's a compliment or not." You replied, brows furrowed once again because of the younger boy.
"It is! Like you always look cool, but you look extra cool right now... and hot." He sent you a dramatic wink, causing your face to flush as you laughed at him; you weren't good at accepting compliments.
"Enough chit-chat. Let's take some mandatory photos and then head to the party!" Sakura exclaimed, jumping off the bed with excitement.
You got in your Uber after 30 minutes of Sakura's phototime, not being able to leave until she was happy with her photos, the group photos, and your guys' individual photos. You arrived at the address Euijoo had given you, which he explained was his friend's share house, roughly 45 minutes after the given start time.
As you stepped out of the Uber, Sakura grabbed your hand and dragged you into a little huddle with Jungwon. "Y/N, if you feel uncomfortable, if you get too drunk, if you feel unsafe, anything, you let us know and we leave, okay? Just communicate with us as much as possible so you can enjoy your first college party, okay, babe?"
You nodded, sending your friends a smile at their protectiveness over you. Jungwon had grabbed your other hand during the little speech, both him and Sakura giving you a squeeze before you all walked up to the front door.
You took a deep breath in as Sakura's hand reached for the doorknob, pushing the door open with no hesitation. Your eyes stayed locked on the ground as you walked in behind Jungwon, your eyes immediately being filled with the loud bass of the music. You felt Jungwon grab your hand again as your eyes finally lifted off the floor; this was not a small party.
Your eyes were met with a sea of people moving around each other, engaging in conversation, spilling drinks, grinding on each other, and having no concept of personal space. You gulped as Jungwon sent you a confident look and a nod, before pulling you with him through the crowd. Before you realised it, you were outside in the garden, fresh air hitting your skin.
"You good?" Jungwon asked, turning to face you. The garden was still occupied by a large number of people, but it was less intense than the inside of the house. You exhaled a breath you didn't realise you were holding as you nodded, before turning your attention to Sakura, who was standing ahead of you and Jungwon, and looking around the garden. Before you could ask what she was doing, she told the two of you to follow her and walked to the back of the garden.
As she came to a stop, you realised she had led you to where Euijoo was, who immediately approached you as you came to a stop. "Y/N!" He exclaimed, stopping in front of you and examining your face. The smile dropped on his face as he realised you weren't feeling comfortable. "I'm really sorry about this. I swear I told them to keep it small." He spoke with an apologetic tone and a soft look in his eye.
You shook your head, knowing it wasn't his fault for the size of the party, nor your reaction to it. "It's okay, Euijoo. I'll be okay."
He gave you another smile before giving his attention to not only you but the two friends standing next to you as well. "I don't really like big crowds either, so we set up a corner outside with tables, chairs, and a tub full of ice for drinks. If you guys feel comfortable, you're more than welcome to stay with us out here."
"If that's okay with you, I'd love that." You responded before turning to Sakura and Jungwon, "How about you guys?"
"We're with you! Plus, I can see Yuma and Jo, who I already know, so I'll be fine." Jungwon smiled before glancing over to Sakura for her answer.
"I'm fine in any situation, you know that."
Euijoo smiled at you all before walking you over to the area he mentioned. He introduced you to K, Fuma, Taki, and Harua first - they were the ones whose house the party was at. K and Fuma immediately offered their seats on the couch to you and Sakura and wouldn't take no for an answer, refusing to sit back down even as you went off to meet the rest of the group. Then Euijoo introduced you to Yuma, Jo, and Maki who were hanging off of Jungwon as soon as they saw him walk over. Yuma explained that the four of them were always at parties together, and tonight would be no different.
You waved Jungwon off as he questioned if you wanted him to stay with you, walking over to the couch K and Fuma had offered earlier with Euijoo and Sakura. You sat down in the middle with the two of them on either side of you, not expecting the four boys you were introduced to first to drag plastic chairs closer so they could talk with you.
"So, Y/N, how come I've never seen you before?" Questioned K, a curious smile on his face.
"Oh, um... I don't go to parties." You replied with a shy smile, not holding eye contact, finding your hands in your lap more pleasing to look at. K nodded, not pushing the subject further as he sensed your uneasiness around the unfamiliar group.
As time went by, you became more relaxed around Euijoo's friends. Engaging in back-and-forth conversation easily, laughing, and exchanging your most embarrassing moments from the start of college. You always had a drink in your hand, as one of the boys would hand you a new one almost immediately after you finished what was in your hand.
You never thought you would feel so comfortable at a party, but the mix of the alcohol and the kind boys around you made for the perfect situation. Even as Euijoo came back and forth, even as Sakura got up to flirt with the guy who caught her eye, you felt fine.
Right now, you were talking with Euijoo, Fuma and K, all still in the same spots you started in, when you felt the empty spot next to you sink down.
"Nicholas! Finally!" K exclaimed, reaching over to slap the new body next to you on the thigh. You looked over, the name not registering in your brain until you saw him.
"Hey guys, did ya miss me?" He replied, a smirk on his lips. A chorus of dramatic and sarcastic replies followed, a laugh falling from his lips at the response.
You didn't even realise you were staring until the boy's sharp eyes locked with yours, a confident smirk spread across his face as he spoke. "And who are you, pretty?"
Before you could even muster up a response, Euijoo was replying for you. "This is Y/N. Friend of mine, so don't overstep Nicholas."
Nicholas nodded, eyeing you up and down briefly before extending his hand, "Nice to meet you, Y/N."
You shook his hand quickly, offering a small nod, before you tore your eyes away from him and found entertainment with your lap again. He was gorgeous, and yes, you knew this already, but seeing him this close? It was ridiculous. However, as much as you admired his looks, you weren't the type to get caught up in that. You shook your head, getting rid of the fleeting feelings that made you freeze up in his presence, and rejoined the conversation.
Next to you, Nicholas leaned back on the couch, sending Euijoo a questioning look. He had never seen you before, never heard of you, and that intrigued him. He thought he knew everyone on campus; he made it his job to know everyone on campus, so how did you escape him?
Euijoo motioned his head towards the house, signaling for Nicholas to follow him. They walked inside, heading to the kitchen before finding a corner that had the most privacy.
"Why don't I know her? Is she new to campus? Is she not from campus?" Nicholas began immediately, questions flying out of his mouth.
"She's from campus. She just doesn't do the whole party thing." Euijoo replied, a calm expression on his face as he continued. "She just started feeling comfortable here, so please don't ruin it."
Nicholas scoffed, rolling his eyes at his best friend. "And how would I do that?"
Euijoo stared at Nicholas like he shouldn't have to answer that question, to which Nicholas just stared back, waiting for a response. Euijoo sighed before answering him, "Oh, you know, the usual. Flirt the entire night, then do nothing."
"Okay, I get you, but that's arguably better than fucking everyone I flirt with," Nicholas argued, hands up in defence, "It's not my fault most of the girls at these parties want my attention."
"Look, I get you could be doing worse, I get that you flirt for fun. I'm just asking you not to do that with Y/N. She's a good friend, not just some random girl you won't encounter outside of a party."
Nicholas tilted his head, a playful smirk on his face, "I haven't encountered her until now, have I?" Euijoo glared at him in response, not finding his comment funny in the slightest. "I'm joking, I'm joking. I hear you, I'll be good. But I can still make conversation, right?"
Euijoo nodded, walking over to the fridge to grab more drinks for the tub outside. Nicholas helped him, reaching for more of the drink he saw in your hand earlier, as well as his favourite drink.
Arriving back at the area where his friends were, he couldn't help but watch you as you spoke with K and Fuma, along with Yuma, Jo, Maki, and Jungwon, who had joined you while he was gone. He watched the way your eyes flickered between everyone talking, the slight smile on your face, and the way your face scrunched up as you laughed.
He walked back over to the couch, standing in front of Yuma, who had taken his place on the couch. "Yuma, can I have my spot back?"
Yuma just looked up at him, brow lifted in curiosity at his request. But before he could respond, tease Nicholas, possibly embarrass him for the first time ever, Maki was dragging him out of the couch and over to the newly set up beer pong table, along with Jo and Jungwon.
Nicholas saw you pout at their departure, a small smirk appearing on his face, "Sorry, did you want them to stay?"
You tilted your head at his question, "I don't think it was your presence that caused Maki to drag them all to the beer pong table."
Nicholas chuckled in response, leaning back against the couch, arm thrown over the back of it behind you. His eyes stayed locked on your face as he responded, "Damn, I was hoping I scared them off."
"Why would you want that?"
Nicholas raised his eyebrow at you, "Maybe so I can live up to my reputation?"
You scoffed in response, completely aware of the rumours that followed his name. The serial flirt, the drug dealer, the fighter, the bad boy, the guy to stay away from if you didn't want trouble. It baffled you that he wanted to live up to the baseless rumours that were attached to him.
You turned to him, curiosity now filling your body. You wanted to know if the rumours were true, if he really was someone you should avoid, and for the first time since you heard his name, you weren't bored.
"You really want to be associated with all those rumours?" You questioned, eyes locked on his. Nicholas' eyes sparkled, excitement filling his body at your reaction to him. You weren't intimidated by him, by his reputation, you didn't flirt, didn't try to put moves on him. You questioned him, you held his gaze, and you didn't back down.
"Why not? It's not like I can stop people talking." He leaned forward slightly, using the armrest to his advantage. He leaned his head in his hand, but never broke eye contact with you. "People know I sell weed, it's not like I try and hide it. I can't hide it if I want to make money, it comes with the job. But so does a reputation."
"I get that, but I wouldn't want lies being spread about me."
"Who says any of the rumours are lies?" He tries to push you, seeing if you'll back down, if you'll get scared, but you just roll your eyes; it sends a spark of electricity through his body. He lets out another small laugh at your response to him before speaking again. "I don't care what these people think of me, they aren't important to me."
You sit with his words for a brief moment before questioning him again, "So you care what some people think? The important people?"
He looks at you for a moment, wondering if he should respond honestly or be dismissive, but that lingering feeling of curiosity decides for him; honesty. "The people who are important in my life know me well enough that I don't need to bother with the gossip."
You smile, getting the answer you wanted, the small evidence that he isn't like the rumours say. He notices your smile and can't stop the smirk forming on his face. He leans forward until his face is in front of yours, slightly invading your personal space, "Why ya smiling?"
Before you realise it, you're talking more than you ever have to someone you just met. "It's just funny to me. I've heard so much gossip surrounding you, and honestly, I never cared, never understood everyone's fascination with you. Quite frankly, I found it boring, found the idea of you boring. But now I, someone so insignificant in your life, also knows you aren't like the rumours say... and that makes you so much more entertaining."
Nicholas can't help but burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he tries to calm down. "No one has ever said I'm boring before," he spoke between breaths, "No one has ever been so upfront with me. You're interesting, Y/N."
You laugh with him, unable to stop yourself, as the sound of his laugh is intoxicating. You watch the way his face scrunches up, the way he loses himself in the moment, and for a moment you think you might like to see this more often.
He calms down eventually, eyes back on you as you bring your drink to your mouth. Without a second thought, he pulls out his phone, passing it to you with a new contact screen open. "Put your number in."
You raise a brow at him, "Not when you say it like that."
He rolls his eyes, an exaggerated groan leaving his lips, "Can you please put your number in my phone?"
"Why?"
"Do you really have to make it this hard?" He groans again, looking at the amusement on your face. You don't respond, just keep staring at him. "You're actually going to make me tell you why?"
You nod, amused by his reactions and the sheer fact that he asked for your number. "Yes, Nicholas, I am. Tell me why I should give my number to the guy known as a serial flirt."
He shakes his head at you, but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "I want to get to know you better, Y/N. In a purely innocent, non-flirtatious way, I promise."
-------------------------------------
It had been two weeks since Euijoos' birthday. Two weeks since you got a glimpse at the real Nicholas, the most gossiped-about person on campus. Two weeks since he started messaging you daily, even if you didn't respond. Two weeks since your small, unacknowledged crush began.
Now you were about to leave your apartment to see him, to spend time with the boy who brought unexpected excitement into your life. But not before Jungwon expressed his shock for the millionth time at your newfound connection.
"I just don't get it." He exclaims from your bed, "You guys are so different. He goes to every campus party, he knows everyone, and he's a literal bad boy. And you? You're the homebody that no one recognises, the quiet student who couldn't care less about campus life."
"I know you don't get it, Jungwon. You haven't stopped telling me about your shock since Euijoo's birthday."
Jungwon sighs at your response, dramatically falling back onto the bed. "You literally never make new friends. Why is he different?"
"I'm just intrigued." You respond, sitting on the edge of the bed, to look at your best friend. "I want to see just how false the rumours are."
Jungwon shakes his head, like he can't understand your logic. But before you can think about replying, your phone buzzes with a message from Nicholas, telling you he's outside.
You say goodbye to Jungwon before making your way outside of your apartment building. When you finally step foot out of the building, the night air sends a slight shiver down your spine. You notice a running car parked on the other side of the road, the window winding down to reveal Nicholas in the driver's seat.
You walk over and get into his car, sighing in content at the warmth that envelops you. Nicholas' attention is on you, watching your every move - the way you push some hair behind your ear before you reach for the seatbelt, the way you smile when you finally make eye contact with him. He feels the same spark of electricity as he did at Euijoos' birthday, and he finally realises: he's fucked.
"So where are we going?" You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Lookout?" He asks questioningly, like he wants your approval first.
"Sounds good." You nod, a slight smile on your face.
Nicholas puts his car in drive and pulls onto the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other sitting in his lap. He glances at you a few times, not being able to keep his full attention on the road. He thinks you don't notice him until a giggle falls from your lips.
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"Just making sure you're okay, comfortable." He nods as he speaks, like he's trying to convince both himself and you. He sees you shake your head slightly from the corner of his eye, the smile never leaving your lips - it causes a smirk to form on his face. "Why do you look so happy?"
You turn to look at him, noticing the small smirk on his face - it causes your chest to flutter slightly. "I'm just looking forward to getting to know you better."
"Careful Y/N, I might think you're flirting with me." He laughs, eyes flicking to you briefly before continuing, "And I said this is strictly platonic."
Nicholas pulls the car over to the lookout's car bays, putting the car in park before turning to you. "Do you want to stay in the car, or get out for a bit?"
"Let's enjoy the view." You respond, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. Nicholas follows closely behind you, hands in his pockets as he waits for you to pick a spot.
You lean against the railing of the lookout, taking in the view of your city that looks ridiculously small right now. Nicholas takes his place beside you, copying your posture as he lets out a content sigh.
"I've actually been looking forward to this." He speaks into the air, eyes still focused on the view.
You raise an eyebrow at him before responding, "Really?"
"Yeah," he breathes, turning his head to look at you. "To hang out with someone who will actually hold a conversation with me."
"Your buyers not very good conversationalists?" You query teasingly.
He scoffs, shaking his head at you. "They're either only interested in me for the weed, or they're scared of me."
"What about the girls? The ones who cling to you for attention?" You question him, wanting to extract as much information from him as possible.
"They don't want conversation," he laughs, as if you should already be aware of this, "They just want to be with a bad boy."
"And what about you? What do you want from them?"
He pauses for a moment, scanning your face, feeling the electricity in his chest rising again. He looks back ahead before answering. "Nothing. I don't want anything from them."
You tilt your head to the side slightly, processing his response. Nicholas catches it from his peripheral, curiosity filling his mind as he wonders what you'll say next.
You're still looking at him, deciding to continue your questions rather than get caught up in your own mind. "So if you want nothing from them, why do you bother entertaining them? Why make them think they have a chance?"
He doesn't look at you, he just nods to himself, like he knew you would ask something like that. He experiences a fleeting feeling of worry - worrying that this topic, his answers, might disgust you - as he goes to respond.
"There's a few reasons," he starts, glancing at you to see if he should continue. Your small nod encourages him to continue. "First, it's too much effort to push them away, tell them to stop. Second, they're either with buyers, or buyers themself. Upsetting them could cause a scene and result in a loss of income. Third, it provides some entertainment at least, you know... their reactions and desperation."
He doesn't realise he's holding his breath while you stand in silence. He avoids looking at you, his attention staying ahead of him. The unusual feeling of anxiety creeps in again; Nicholas curses himself at the effect you have on him, the fact that he seems to care what you think.
"I feel like the only reasonable answer is the loss of income." You speak, still staring at him even as he avoids looking at you. "If I look at it from that perspective, then I can understand the first reason as well. Rejecting someone is an effort, and you wouldn't want to cause a scene, like you said."
His eyes open slightly with shock, not expecting you to understand, or try to understand, his reasons. He turns to you now, only slightly, and breathes a sigh of relief when your eyes lock with no hostility evident.
"But?" He questions, knowing you have more to say.
"But," you begin, eyes locked on his, "the third reason just makes you sound lonely."
His mouth falls open, a look of shock on his face that makes a smirk creep onto your lips. You turn away, holding back a laugh, as Nicholas just stares at you.
He doesn't even know how to respond; his mind is reeling. 'Lonely? She thinks I sound lonely? That just makes me seem pathetic.'
He coughs, clearing his throat before speaking. "I thought you would have reprimanded me for leading them on."
"I mean, it's not the nicest thing to do, obviously. But you're single and not every flirtatious encounter ends in sex." You nod, eyes still ahead of you.
Nicholas hums in response, fascinated by your reaction, your words. His curiosity was growing, the electricity feeling more intense; he wants to know you.
"What about you?" He begins, eyes on you, not having moved since earlier. "What do you do when you get hit on?"
You scoffed, like what he asked you was the most idiotic question you had ever heard. "I don't get hit on."
It was his turn to scoff, not believing you for a second. You turned to him again, raising a brow as he spoke. "I don't believe that."
"It's true. I've made it a habit to stay invisible and not let people in. It's clearly worked."
"Until now." He smirks, feeling a sense of pride in the fact that he managed to get your attention. The blush that appears on your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him, fueling his ego and confidence.
"I thought you said this was strictly platonic." You teased, never breaking eye contact with him.
He raises his hands in a sign of surrender, a small laugh escaping his lips. "It was, I swear."
"Was?" You question again, heart beat steadily increasing, body temperature slowly rising.
"You want the truth?" He asks, taking a small step towards you. You nod, eyes glued to his.
"When I first saw you at Euijoo's party and had no clue who you were, I was intrigued. I'm meant to know everyone from campus, so it was a shock to meet someone who had managed to go unnoticed. It was even more shocking to know someone so beautiful had managed to escape me." He took another small step forward, gauging your reaction, eyes locked and full of honesty.
"Euijoo told me not to scare you away, not to treat you like everyone else, which intrigued me even more." Another step, close enough to make you tilt your head up to look at him, but far enough to let you push him away if you wanted to.
"At first, I was genuinely just intrigued. I told myself I would just talk with you and get an understanding of who the mysterious person was. But you pulled me in, Y/N." He reached his hand out, fingers brushing yours before they intertwined together. You held your breath, excitement and nerves mixing together.
"You pulled me in with your confidence, your honesty, your curiosity. I tried to ignore my feelings, stay true to my words of this being strictly platonic, but every text, every conversation ruined my resolve." He took a breath, squeezing your hand before he continued. "You haven't left my mind since that first night, and it's driving me crazy."
You shakily exhale, the breath you were holding finally escaping. You searched his eyes, taking in the vulnerability behind them. Before you could register what you were doing, you leaned up and kissed him.
Nicholas' free hand came to your face, gently holding your jaw as your lips pressed together. He let you lead, not wanting to cross any boundaries. When you deepened the kiss, he melted, a groan rumbling in his chest. Your free hand found his hair, tangling in his locks and earning another groan from Nicholas.
You pulled away, Nicholas' lips following yours before he sighed in defeat. Your forehead rested against his, hand still in his hair, as you finally spoke. "Show me your place?"
------------------------------
As soon as you stepped into Nicholas's dorm, he had you pushed against the door. His hands were on your waist, forehead leaning against your own, eyes blown out with lust. He searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation, gave you a chance to stop his actions. But you just smiled up at him with a flushed face that made him weak in the knees.
He dived in, lips crashing into yours with hunger, hands gripping your hips possessively. You gasped at the feeling of his knee sliding between your legs, pressing into your clothed heat. Nicholas used the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the way you reacted to him.
His tongue dominated your mouth, capturing your sounds and swallowing them down his throat. You felt his hand sneak up your side, caressing your curves as until he landed on your covered breast. He squeezed lightly, testing the waters before groping you possessively. You moaned at the sensation, the feeling of his desire already so overwhelming, unintentionally grinding your hips down.
Nicholas pulled away from your lips, smirking at you as he continued to grope your breast. "Is my pretty baby feeling needy?" He teased, eyes locked on you as you tried to catch your breath.
"Nicholas..." You whined, missing his lips on yours. He lifted his knee onto your heat, watching as you gasped slightly before grinding down.
"Do you want something, baby?" He purred, hand still moving on your chest, knee pressed into you.
You nodded, small moans leaving your lips in desperation. He leaned down, lips ghosting your ear as he whispered, "Words, baby."
He kissed your neck, moving down as you became more desperate. "W-want you to touch me." You stuttered, unable to focus on all the places he possessed.
He laughed against your neck, hot breath fanning across you, "I am touching you, baby."
You groaned in frustration, hands tangling in his hair as he began sucking on your neck. You let a moan escape, getting lost in the feeling of his lips, his hands, his knee. "M-make me cum Nico, please..."
Nicholas froze at the nickname, the plea leaving your lips. The blood rushed to his already painfully hard crotch, a groan leaving his mouth. He wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.
He kissed your lips hungrily as he walked you to his bedroom. Kicking the door open with his foot before lying you at the edge of his bed. He stood between your legs, taking in your already fucked-out appearance.
His hand went to your face, holding it gently as he looked into your eyes. "Are you sure you want to keep going?" He questioned, pure adoration filling his face.
"Please, Nicholas..." You whined, rubbing your cheek into his hand.
He groaned, not being able to control the way he reacted to you. His hands found your hips, pulling down your pants in one swift movement. You spread your legs from him, not needing to be told and Nicholas dropped to his knees.
"Fuck baby..." He was almost whining, head pressing into your thigh as he left kisses along you. "You're ruining me."
He placed a kiss on your clothed heat, feeling the wetness immediately. You gasped at the sensation, hips grinding down to chase more. Nicholas couldn't stop himself from pressing his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling your scent like it was a drug.
He moaned as he inhaled you, savouring the sweet smell, before attaching his lips to your wet panties and sucking. He didn't ease you into it, sucking harshly on your clothed bud, hands pushing your hips down as you jerked away.
The sounds leaving your lips were sinful, so caught up in the pleasure that you had lost any sense of reasoning. Your hands gripped the sheets, back arching at the intense feeling between your legs. You peeked down at the man between your legs, core tightening at the sight of his pussy drunk face.
His hair was messy, sticking to his face from sweat, eyes closed, and brows drawn in pleasure. His face was flushed from pure bliss as he continued to inhale your scent and drink your juices through your panties.
He pulled away briefly, eyes meeting yours. His cock twitched in his pants at your fucked out face, blown-out eyes, and the way you locked eyes with him.
He held your gaze as his fingers found the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He pulled them to his face, inhaling deeply as you watched, hole cleaning at the sight. He stuffed them in his pocket before his fingers found your core.
You gasped at the feeling of his rough fingers dragging their way through your folds, head falling back onto the bed. Nicholas moaned at the sight of your bare pussy dripping with arousal for him, gathering your slick on his fingers before pushing one in.
You moaned, pussy clenching around the intrusion. Nicholas started slow, savouring the way your walls sucked his finger in, enjoying the way you squirmed. "Your pussy is sucking me in, baby."
You moaned at his words, clenching around his fingers again. Nicholas chuckled, breath fanning against your heat as he leaned closer. He pressed a kiss to your clit, finger still working slowly inside you, drawing out moans and gasps from your lips.
Without warning, he pushed a second finger in, attaching his lips to your bud. Your back arched off the bed, an unholy sound filling the room at the intense pleasure you were now feeling.
Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the strands in pleasure. Nicholas moaned, the vibrations travelling through you as he set a relentless pace. His mouth swapped between sucking and licking, while his fingers fucked into you, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly.
You could feel your climax getting closer, core tightening, threatening to snap at any moment. Nicholas could tell you were close to, the way your pussy clenched tighter and your moans got louder. He pulled his mouth away briefly, "Cum for me baby."
That's all it took for you to fall over the edge. Your legs shook violently, walls tightening even more, Nicholas' name falling from your lips like a chant. Nicholas fucked you through it, fingers never stopping, mouth licking up all the juices he could reach.
As you came down, his fingers slowed and pulled out, a whine leaving your lips. Nicholas was still on his knees, sitting back on his heels as he took you in. You whined at the loss of his body heat, sitting up with the help of your arms.
Nicholas looked at you, eyes wide, a mixture of lust and adoration filling his features. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your arousal as he palmed his painful bulge. You whimpered at the sight, how drunk he was off of you, how needy he was.
You mustered your strength and sat up, eyes never leaving his. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop just as you pulled your shirt over your head. You threw it to the side, body heat increasing at the intensity of Nicholas' stare. A needy moan left his lips as you unclasped your bra, exposing your tits to him, nipples hard from how turned on you were.
You reached forward, grabbing his face in your hands, pulling him towards you. His eyes stayed on you, hands by his side as you leaned into his ear to whisper, "Are you going to fuck me, Nicholas?"
He snapped, hands flying to his shirt and ripping it off. He picked you up, repositioning you on the bed. Your head hit the pillows, and before you could sit up, Nicholas was on you, pants already gone.
You glanced down, whimpering at the sight of his leaking cock. You reached between your bodies, stroking the tip lightly, which caused Nicholas to jolt forward, a moan leaving his lips. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand before pushing your legs apart with the other.
"Fuck, Y/N..." He moaned, taking in the view of you underneath him. He pushed his hips forward, rubbing his member between your folds. You were both moaning, grinding into each other with need. Nicholas gathered up your arousal on his tip before lining it up at your entrance.
He pushed in with one stroke, bottoming out inside you as your walls sucked him in. You gasped at the stretch, feeling fuller than you ever have. His hands were on your hips, steadying himself as he let you adjust.
Nicholas was shaking, the pleasure and emotion so intense he wasn't sure if he would survive. You wrapped your arms around his neck, causing him to lock eyes with you again. He moaned at the sight, his hips grinding against you in need. You leaned up, placing a kiss on his lips, "Are you okay?"
He whimpered, unable to control himself as he started grinding against you with a steady rhythm, his tip hitting deep inside you. You let your moans escape your lips, hips grinding to meet his.
He was so drunk off of you that he couldn't stop the words falling out of his mouth as he kept grinding into you like a needy virgin. "You feel so good, s-so good. I could live here, stay like this forever. Your pussy was made for me, you were made for me."
Your walls clenched at his words, moans getting louder every time he hit your sweet spot. "F-fuck Nicholas, feels so good, so full. You're so b-big."
Nicholas pulled almost fully out before slamming back into you, your words making him lose control. You almost screamed at the sensation, the pain and pleasure feeling intoxicating.
Nicholas set a ruthless pace, hips slamming into yours, balls slapping against your skin. He couldn't get enough of you, the way you sucked him in, clenched around him like you didn't want him to leave. "You keep pulling me in, baby," He groaned, hips never faltering.
Without stopping, he grabbed your thighs, pushing them into your chest. The new position allowed him to reach deeper inside you, an almost animalistic moan escaping you.
"I wanna hear you baby," he panted, hips slamming into you, "Tell me how good I'm making you feel."
"Feels s-so good, Nicholas," you gasped, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, nonsense falling from your lips, "You're so big, so big. I love it, l-love your cock inside me."
Nicholas let out a guttural moan, grip tightening on your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He picked up the pace even more, rougher, needier, more possessive than he has ever been.
"This is my pussy now," he growled, possessiveness taking over his voice. "My pussy, my girl. You're mine."
His words sent you spiraling, walls sucking him even further, clenching down on him impossibly tight. Your second orgasm drawing closer and closer with every thrust, every word.
"You gonna cum, baby?" He panted, eyes locked on you. You nodded, moans falling from your lips excessively. He moaned with you, chasing his own high. "I'm close, baby. Let's cum together, yeah?"
You nodded, words too hard to form between your moans, except for one, "i-inside..."
Nicholas snapped, tipping over the edge at your request. Your name fell from his lips as he filled you up with his cum, thrusting it into you as you came around him.
He collapsed onto you, head on your chest, and breathing out of control. You both stayed there for minutes, catching your breath and taking in what just happened.
Nicholas's head snapped up, eyes locking with yours. He searched for any signs of hurt, discomfort, or regret. He shuffled up, hands caressing your cheeks, "Are you okay?"
You smiled lazily, fatigue taking over your body. "I'm more than okay."
Nicholas smiled like a lovesick puppy, his heart feeling warm at the sight and sound of you. He left the bed for a brief moment to get a damp cloth, cleaning you up gently, leaving soft kisses on every area he touched.
Once he was done, he got back into bed, pulling you into his chest and under the covers. "You're staying."
"I was planning to." You laughed, chin resting on his chest as you stared at him. A blush flew across his cheeks under your gaze, and the fact that you wanted to stay the night.
"You can't seriously be blushing after what we just did." You teased, giggles falling from your mouth.
"It's your fault." He pouted, blush still sitting proudly on his face.
"So..." you began, changing the topic, "I need to know if this is going to be a one-time thing or-"
"NO!" Nicholas shouted, louder than intended, cutting you off before you could finish. He coughed, eyes averted, and was embarrassed at his reaction. "No, I don't want it to be a one-time thing. But if you do, I will respect that."
You laughed, fascinated at how different the boy under you was compared to the rumours. You tapped his chest so he would look at you. "I'd like to see where this goes."
----------------------------
It's been three months since you and Nicholas decided to explore the connection between you. Two months since he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, and now you were about to make your first public appearance as a couple.
No one knew what was going on between the two of you. Your friends were aware that you spent time together, messaged a lot, but they didn't actually think you were in a relationship.
Euijoo invited you to a small party; he assured you it would actually be small this time, as he was in charge. It consisted of Euijoo, K, Fuma, Yuma, Jo, Harua, Taki, Maki, Jungwon, and Sakura - all the people you both wanted to finally come clean to.
You sat in the car with Nicholas, his hand on your thigh as you prepared to go inside. You took a deep breath, giving him a nod to let him know you were ready.
As you walked up to the front door, he linked his hand with yours, giving you a reassuring smile as he opened the door to the house you first met at.
You could hear the voices of your friends travelling through the house, light music playing. Nicholas led you to the doors leading to the garden, opening them as everyone turned around.
You were behind him, unnoticed by your friends, Nicholas' frame blocking their view of you.
"Nicholas! Fashionably late as always." Yuma teased, sending a wave his way.
"Is this everyone?" Nicholas asked, scanning the garden to make sure they were all present.
"We're still waiting on Y/N," Euijoo replied, gesturing to a seat for Nicholas to sit in.
Nicholas stepped outside, pulling you with him as he spoke, "She's right here."
"What the fuck?" Jungwon whispered, eyes almost popping out of his head.
You waved shyly to everyone, not letting go of Nicholas's hand. He gave your hand a squeeze before guiding you over to the chair Euijoo offered.
Not having a care for the way everyone was staring in shock, he sat down and pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist and head resting on your shoulder. All you could do was bring your hands to your face in embarrassment as Nicholas chuckled at you.
"Okay, so do you want to explain?" Euijoo spoke, brows furrowed at his best friend.
"We're dating," Nicholas answered proudly, giving your waist a small squeeze.
"No, Nicholas, explain everything," Euijoo answered, seriousness in his voice.
Nicholas explained everything to the group for both of you. How he fell first, and incredibly fast and hard. How you just laughed at him when he asked you to be his girlfriend after one date. How he felt the need to prove himself worthy of you, prove he actually wanted a relationship with you. How you challenged him, didn't put up with his facade. How you made him realise things about himself he never knew before. How you didn't care about his drug dealing and actually gave him business advice. How he got into a fight with a guy who called you a bitch in public, and how you scolded him for it afterwards, disclosing that's how he realised he was a switch (you slapped him for that).
Your friends listened, asked questions, and observed the situation. They watched the way you two acted, realising that there was something genuine and pure between you two. They joked about Nicholas being whipped for you, no signs of his bad boy persona present when you were around.
You laughed, knowing the truth. Nicholas wasn't like the rumours said, but he was still trouble. He still grew weed, sold drugs, still got into fights, still intimidated the people he didn't care for - but for you, he was just a boy in love - and honestly? You loved having him all to yourself.
author's note: hi anon! sorry this took so long >.<
i wasn't sure exactly what you wanted and since i'm a sucker for romance i made badboy nicholas a loverboy - i'm a sucker for a boy who doesn't care about anyone but else but his girl
i made this one a bit longer to make up for the wait <3
