Prologue: You end up in the same bed with your ex-boyfriend Haechan. Will things take a turn to go back to the good old stage?
Genre: Suggestive + Exes to Lovers AU
Wordcount: 922
Prompts: “What.. what’s happening? + “I’m actually kinda offended, that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.”
Warnings: Suggestive content
You gasped at the contact of his skin to yours. Your fingers kept on running through his silky locks, occasionally going down and deeper to make contact with his soft flesh. He planted kisses everywhere, starting from your forehead to as low as his lips could reach. Your tongue moved in perfect harmony with his. His hands roamed over your skin, creating a sensation that you had almost forgotten about. It felt like devouring a satisfying supper after a long period of starvation.
He pushed you down on the bed, as you laid your head back, allowing his body to hover over yours, never breaking the kiss. You were both were kissing like crazy, as if your life depended on it. Your eyes met with his, adding to the smouldering tension between you two. You pushed him back, leaving him a bit startled, only to grip him by the shoulders and straddle his lap. Two buttons undone were not enough, you needed to get rid of his shirt entirely.
"What… what’s happening?"
Tsk tsk, the absolutely wrong timing. Which one of you forgot to lock the door?
The door bashed open, revealing your boyfriend. You had been with him for around a month, but you hardly ever saw him. Today was a bit different though. The both of you were here, together as a couple, at this house party. There were a lot of surprised faces that greeted you, but you were never the type to be bothered by those things.
Anyway, he spoiled the moment, the moment that was only yours and Haechan’s.
"Y/N? What? This guy’s your ex, right?" Your boyfriend questioned you, claiming authority over you, out of nowhere.
"Why would you do this to me? I thought we were a thing?" He expressed, with a slight rise of tone, and, of course, there was no chance you were going to stand it.
You got off Haechan, who just simply sat there. He had no idea he would soon witness a break up right before his eyes.
"Actually you are right, we WERE a thing." You stood up, glaring him up in the eyes, fixing your bra strap that must have slipped to the side a while ago.
"To be honest, Sungchan, let’s break up. I don’t think we both will ever get along then what to waste time for?" You explained, collecting your calm. The tall boy showcased a face of annoyance.
"This is how you wanna end it?" He asked, nonchalantly.
You apologized, "I’m sorry." Sungchan left with a nod. Not that he wasn’t good enough, he could easily find someone better for himself. Maybe it was you, who only had eyes for one particular man.
You returned to your bed, allowing yourself to sink into the mattress. Your eyes were fixed on the ceiling, your mind still racing with thoughts.
"At least he had the decency to shut the door back." Haechan, who had been quiet all of this time now spoke, breaking his silence. "I didn’t even know you had a new boyfriend." He added.
"As if you told me about your new girl." You reverted back with eyes that stared into his soul. The jealousy must have been evident by now. "I saw her downstairs, the one in that purple dress, right? Funny how your taste in women fluctuates so quickly."
"She isn’t my girlfriend, Y/N." Haechan whined, as he placed himself next to you.
"Oh, Fiancée?" You inquired, just to be sure.
"Nooo of course not." He whined. "It was just a fake date. I had to come here, and I couldn’t do it alone."
"I’m actually kinda offended, that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date." You complained. Yes, you were jealous.
"Who in the world would ask their ex lover to be their fake date?" Haechan smirked, his eyes teasing you, they had been the same since day one.
He rose up, supporting his body with his elbow, just to get a better view of your face. "I smell some jealously." You pouted your lips, attempting to be the cutesy girl you were never, but at the very least it made him giggle.
"You haven’t changed a bit, Y/N!" Haechan adored, pressing his lips against yours. You wrapped your arm around his waist as he placed butterfly kisses all over your torso, tickling you, making you smile.
You let out giggles, stopping him, even though you wanted more.
"You know what? No one but me can handle you." He declared as he held your face with his hands, squishing your cheeks.
"Haechan, why did we split up in the first place?" You questioned the boy with whom you had broken up a year ago, and now you were in the same bed with him today. That period when he was yours was priceless to you. But there was no point in becoming lost in that world now that he was physically present alongside you.
"It was a stupid decision of mine." He admitted.
"Which one of your decisions wasn’t stupid?" You teased him, prompting a few whines from him, which you silenced by slamming him with the pillows and pressing him down to the bed with all your might.
You queried, "Are we back together?" This time you were successful in getting rid of that black, dotted shirt while toying with his silver chain. With no interruptions, questionings, or regrets.
"We were never apart." Haechan announced, with gleaming eyes. Before the two of you returned to the unfinished task.
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Pairing: Jeno x Reader [ ft. Jaemin, Haechan, Jaehyun, Mark, Chenle, Jisung ]
Prologue: As the sun rises after a steamy night, Jeno decides to ignore you. This could be a great opportunity to rely on people you love, even in the middle of family drama, nostalgia reignites.
Genre: Angst + Fluff
Wordcount: 3,237
Warnings: Language
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The feeling of waking up in a frigid bed, the same bed that had been smouldering with sultry sensations the night before drenches you from the inside, as if hollow.
You woke up feeling the same way; the covers were chilly and empty. This atmosphere was in stark contrast to the intense night with Jeno. He sure was mad enough to be behaving like this. This was the first time he left you alone in the morning. In less than ten hours had already shown you a side of him that you had never expected to see but looking at it from the other side, he wasn't the one entirely at fault, you thought to yourself. Had you been in his shoes, you would've reacted worse.
You thought about how you would face Jeno again, would he even talk to you ever again? Maybe there was some way or the other that you could make him understand. Was this why everyone called you out for taking advantage of him? Why would you let him into your heart if one day he ultimately had to leave? Jeno was indeed jealous, but friends don't get envious of another person and then fuck the hell out of them, friends don't cry over this.
Again, that's complicated.
You managed to get yourself out of the cold bed, turning on the music, it was the only way you could allow yourself to forget the blunder you had gotten yourself into.
Nevertheless, you continued to check your phone, hoping to receive a missed call from Jeno or at the very least a text from him.
On the other hand, you paid heed to the texts you received from your mother, Haechan, and even Chenle, whose party you skipped. You felt bad for your friend, he had been preparing for it for months only for both you and Jeno to not show up.
You stepped under the hot shower, allowing every single drop of water to slip down as though it would rinse off all your troubles, taking you away to some utopian world.
-
Walking to the class felt empty without Jeno, there was no hand to hold, no daily morning glares. Only the crisp fallen leaves on the concrete pavement greeted you.
Your eyes recognised Chenle, he had been walking ahead of you all of the time but your useless thinking offered you no time to take your surroundings into mind.
You gave him a shoulder tap. "Chenle!" You yelled.
"Don't talk to me. Where were you last night?" He was complaining.
"I just- you know" You failed to give him an exact answer, trying to respond vaguely.
"And even Jeno. Y/N please don't tell me you two ditched me last night just so that you could fuck." He said.
"Why would I do that? Chenle, I'm sorry." You continued. "I'll let you know soon enough."
"Yeah?" Sarcasm was voiced out of his words.
"Okay stop now, you little sulky being." You teased him and he stuck his tongue out. Just like that, he lifted up your spirits, even if it was for a minute or less.
"Isn't Jeno coming with you today?" He asked.
"Oh. Well, I think that he must be skipping the class, maybe he's at the football ground." You justified.
"Are you sure everything is okay?" He questioned, again.
"Of course!" You put a smile on his face, gesturing with your arm as you reached the lecture hall.
-
Jeno was still nowhere to be seen in the scenario. He appeared to be genuinely intent on ignoring it. You couldn't stop wondering how Jeno cracked the code. Who could have told him? And why would they have done it to you?
You glanced ahead, the fluffy-haired boy in front of you kept giving you the look time and again. You suddenly experienced profound enlightenment, and it was him. Of course, it was him.
"Haechan!" With your foot, you prodded his chair's back.
"Not in the middle of a damn lecture." He reverted, shutting you up.
-
"Why would you do this, you filthy piece of crap?!" You were essentially shouting at Haechan in a certain cafeteria section.
"You could've picked up your phone when I called you." He rolled his eyes and made an effort to defend himself.
"As if that would change fuck!" You spat out these words harshly in his face.
"I'm so sick of being your guys' mutual friend." He was being too much.
"Y/N are- are you crying?" Haechan softened his gaze. He looked at your face more closely, lifting it up with his chin.
"You are not!" He cried.
"Real bitches don't cry!" You pretended to flip your hair, making the two of you laugh.
"I really did not mean to tell him, he just overheard when I was talking to your mom." He continued. "And then I had no time to explain, he just ran straight to you."
"Hmmmm." You nodded back, processing every bit of information he was providing you with.
Lee Haechan.
Your best friend since you were born. It was like this friendship was passed onto you two by your mothers, they had been best friends since their younger days, and it was more than just a coincidence that you and Haechan were brought into this world almost at the same time. Growing up was a shared experience; you had always been together from kindergarten to university.
"When we grow old, we should build a cottage in the woods, far away from the city." Little Haechan of seven suggested.
"But we won't get any TV there." You reasoned, disapproving of your friend's suggestion.
"Old people don't watch that stuff. Look at Granny." He pointed out.
"Maybe we can, but you are annoying."
"Then give me my candy back, you little pony!"
He knew your deepest secrets, even though there was a non-stop contest of bickering, teasing and earning out the filthiest words of curses from one another, friendships like these were hard to come by. He was all you could need, a friend, a nemesis, a free dating advisor, a personal frustration dustbin, well, what not?
"Maybe I should go and see him at the field." You thought of earning a nod of approval from Haechan.
"I would say NO if it was some other chap but then you both are in love so my opinion would differ." Haechan stated.
"That's YES in simpler words." You crossed your arms, shaking your head.
"Lee Haechan. Such a pain in the ass."
-
The field's green grass was being blocked from wilting freely, and the raucous movements of spiked shoes were making it worse. The sun shone brightly above, but it wasn't as gentle as the winter sun or too scorching to make you sweat.
He was positioned in the middle, drenched in sweat with his thighs exposed. On his pale forehead, his untamed black hair was haphazardly scattered.
"Pass!" He yelled in the middle of the match.
"Jeno did it!" A wave of cheer rose like an ocean, everybody rejoiced as their star player secured another goal for their team, winning the game.
You thought your wait ended with the game too.
"Jeno?" He turned to face you when you waved your hand at him, and you held his gaze for a considerable amount of time.
And then he looked away. Ignoring you.
This was enough, even when you were ready to make amends, get him seated and tell him everything, he decided to ignore it and this made you furious. Picking up your bag, you walked out of the field.
-
Saturday's rising sun marked the inception of the college break. Everyone had their bags packed, moving out of their dorms, filled with enthusiasm and joy, getting to meet their families again, unlike you. It was not like you did not want to see them, but knowing beforehand what would be the scene created once you reached home blew away the joyful flame.
-
On reaching home you were greeted by the grey and white concrete walls that had been adorned with all and every kind of antiques that could have been obtained. The golden lighting and wooden interior blended well with the minimal colour scheme.
The hallway displayed statues of men and women, that must have taken years to be sculpted, named in a language you could not even comprehend. They claimed that each held a deeper significant meaning behind them. Lies. They were only for the pomp and show.
The garden had already begun to bloom with the season's flower, as if nature had embraced it, not far from where a dozen cars were lined up in a perfect colour gradient, as if they would serve a purpose greater than mere transportation.
This was home. However, a house without any emotional ties was merely a fortified building. Your parents provided you with everything you would have ever needed within the premise of this mansion that they had built, but only if they cared about more than just the money.
-
"You changed these?" You said, running your hand up and down the fabric of the couch, which seemed novel to you.
"I had to, and for once, would you not stop concentrating on the unimportant things?" Your mother reprimanded you while averting her gaze from the other women. They displayed clothing, decor, and jewellery catalogues while wearing all-formal attire. Getting rejected nine out of ten times by your mother.
"It's serious! When it comes to the wedding of my sole daughter, I cannot compromise at this level!" She gave a firm reply. She had a look of exasperation on her face, but she never screamed since that was not proper behaviour in a sophisticated household.
Envy, hate, and despair, all disgusting feelings, would always be communicated with the classiest of words and a curve of the lips.
"We are not getting married!" You objected.
"You'll do. Very quickly" She returned the smile.
"This is pointless." While maintaining a fixed look on the ground, you muttered.
"Do you mind if we take a moment's break?" Your mother requested the ladies' leave.
"If you're here you would want to go and get the fitting of your dresses before it's too late." She asserted.
"What? What kind of dresses?" You questioned.
She sighed, resting her face on the back of her hands. "Clothes. This can't be something you wear all the time." She looked at you and commented on your attire. The loose-fitting jeans.
You pouted, rolled your eyes, and made the decision to leave the room.
"Your brother would be there to greet you." She spoke from behind, knowing that if that were the case, you would never decline.
"Bye!" You yelled.
-
"Baby!" A man in his late twenties, dressed in black trousers and a half-sleeved silk shirt beamed at the sight of you. He spread his arms out, his fingers gripping the car keys.
"I'm not a baby!" As you hugged him, you cried back.
"Fancy jeans." He complimented.
"Say that in front of mom." You made a joke, and he laughed.
"Hop in." He motioned towards his gleaming carmine Rolls Royce
Jaehyun was the best brother anyone could ask for. Given the five-year age gap between you two, it was very natural for him to be overly protective of you. Then, whether it was the toddlers who wouldn't play with you or giddy crushes from high school, he got them all covered. It was like a tradition for siblings to attend the same school and his reputation and achievements never allowed you to cause any trouble and have the fun of your life. Thank heavens!, Jaehyun never went to the same college as you.
"I saw our childhood pictures in the living room, the ones hung on the photo wall." You rejoiced.
"Oh, the one in which I'm holding you in my arms is my favourite. You used to be so tiny." He was smiling throughout.
All of these memories were still present before your eyes, still vivid.
You still remember Jisung, your first crush in middle school.
"Y/N I like you a lot." With white flowers in his hands that he had personally selected from the school lawn and a tone of pink decorating his cheeks, he admitted.
You returned his smile while considering his colour scheme. The roses didn't spread very far.
"Jisung I`"
"I don't want you to respond with anything. I don't believe I'll be able to manage it." He spoke.
"Huh?" You were perplexed.
"Actually, I'm terrified of your brother. He is frightful, as are his buddies." Jisung spoke hastily. "He has already warned me twice."
"He won't harm you or any-"
"Please accept these; I like you a lot. Bye." He hurriedly said goodbye before departing.
This had been your very first romantic experience.
Back in the present, you were enjoying hearty talks with your brother who was in the driving seat. The last me you came back home, he had been handling business overseas so it had been quite some time since you last saw him.
"Remember Jisung?" You questioned.
"Yes, of course." He chuckled. "I recall Sungchan as well." He spoke.
"He was, without a doubt, the boldest. I have no idea how we maintained our relationship for five weeks." Your hands were covering your face.
"It's love, dumb." As he spoke, he suddenly became more serious. In a split second, the smile vanished from his face.
"Right." While your thoughts were still focused on Jeno, you hummed in agreement with what he stated.
"What about Jaemin all of a sudden?" You inquired. The past two had been a whirlwind, all thanks to him.
"Did mom not tell you?" Jaehyun answered back with a question.
"Mom told everyone but me." You turned your face away, gazing out of the window.
"Aww don't be pouty." Jaehyun pacified you by pinching your cheek with his free hand.
"Why am I being asked to marry a person I don't even know?!" You yanked his hand away in fury. "I am twenty-three! I know how to make decisions on my own?!"
It seemed like one was being imprisoned in a gilded cage to be attached to someone like this. The ties of marriage would take away all of your independence, goals, and feelings, and they would do the same for your eventual spouse. Of course, everyone in the family would claim that it was done for the sake of tradition, but everyone understood that it was really just a way for the business to increase profits, and perhaps the kids were simply there to help with capital expansion. Life couldn't always be seen through rose-tinted glasses, where marriages would be fixed when they were only crawling babies and stayed in love for the rest of their lives. When your cousins and the rest of your family had to go through this, it looked so simple, but when it came to you, it seemed as if your heart had fallen into the abyss. There was no longer a choice to delay. You were a bird in a cage.
"If it were all up to me I'd never make you go through this." Jaehyun calmed you down with a visible tone of pain in his voice.
The car stopped and you got out of it. A ride that started with reminiscing about the happy days ended on a heavy note.
-
"Ms Y/N, Welcome! Your mother already visited last week and selected these for you." A man dressed in a suit gestured towards a silver clothes rail.
"This would fit your body type just well." Another lady who had been helping you all along complimented you, and you grinned unenthusiastically in response. You were in some ways your mother's daughter. It was challenging to let go of the characteristics that were ingrained in you when you were a baby. Okay, so perhaps they vanished while you were with Haechan.
The colours, the shapes, everything about the clothes your mother picked out for you didn't go well with your sense of style. None of the designer labels could match the appeal of personally picked clothing. Nevertheless, you thanked the group for their time and effort. All the boxes were carried behind you by two men.
"We're done." You signalled to Jaehyun, who had seated himself on a couch outside the fitting rooms.
He hummed, toying with the car keys.
"Wait." You blurted out, moving towards one of the racks.
"Daeun would look so adorable in these!" You grinned as you held a pair of small, fluffy, cushioned shoes that could have fit in your hand.
"Aww look at them, this is the cutest thing I've seen today!" You were drooling over the shoes as you held them out to him.
"She would!" His black eyes appeared to sprout hearts, and a soft smile spread across his face, illuminating it and revealing his dimples. Jaehyun prioritised his love for his daughter above everything else despite what had transpired.
This made you look at him and rewind five years ago. He was married out of his choice to some decent girl from a house as wealthy as yours, and your family had known for generations. She embodied all that a beautiful lady could be until she decided to leave everything behind for her lover. Despite all that Jaehyun had today, there was still an empty void in his life, of love. He only loved once, never daring to open his heart to anyone else. Inside he was happy for his wife, for she could enjoy the privilege of love, if not for him, his heart only belonged to one person. He did not love his wife; in contrast to her, he did not flee. He had before experienced the lightning-like ache of heartbreak.
Your life had always been modelled after Jaehyun's. His life was a sort of blueprint for yours.
-
"Mark?" As soon as you entered the home, you exclaimed, giving him a bear embrace. "Many years! What are you doing?"
"Have been busy, haven't you?" Jaehyun said, excusing himself after the short meeting.
"Yo! What is happening?" When he first heard the news from your family, he was shocked.
"Oh don't ask!" You sighed dramatically.
In the evening, you and your cousin Mark sat down at a coffee table and you poured out every single idea that had been weighing you down the previous week.
Mark did not frequently visit because his father had a successful business in Canada. He was far away, yet you always managed to remain in touch.
"Is he known to anyone in the family?" He asked in a reassuring yet serious tone.
"You are the very first. I'm not even sure whether he feels the same way about me." After exhaling, you gave your head a shake as if to dust the troubles away.
"Don't stress out too much over it; sometimes it's best to let things happen naturally and go with the flow; everything will be alright in the end. You are aware that I am always available to you." He gave comfort.
"Do you want me to cry?" You said.
"Mark, Hello!" Haechan walked into the room, it was pretty common, he was like the family's son.
"Hey, buddy!" Mark fist-bumped him.
"I talked to him before, he said.."
"What did he say?" You queried.
"He-he doesn't want to see you."
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Prologue: It's a horrible day at work, but your co-worker Johnny has some help to offer.
Genre: Smut + Office AU
Wordcount: 906
Prompts: “Don’t ruin the sofa, please” + “Shut up! I’m trying to fuck you”
Warnings: Sexual Content [ make out + stripping + rough + climax ] Language
"Yes, Sir. Do you mind if we call you back in an hour to update you on this?" You spoke through the phone, exhausted. It was probably your fifty-seventh phone call of the day. The phone kept on ringing every half hour or so, with clients enquiring about their unfinished business.
Throughout the day, you had been at odds with the arms of the clock. Deadlines were in fact, deadly.
At this rate, not even the planners could help you organise the uncompleted tasks. Everything was all over the place, and you could feel the stress building.
You immediately regretted your decision to take it easy with your team's newcomers. Allowing them to do things from their perspective and at their own pace was a horrible idea, but it was too late.
"Ms. Y/N, I would want you to see me in my cabin. Right now!" Your boss growled at you, loudly enough, making it audible to almost everyone on the floor. "Y-Yes, Ma’am." You stammered. You fucked it up.
You started following her, and it was no less awkward than walking back after zero pins in the bowling alley. You were at the very least grateful, and relieved that she did not consider ripping your soul apart in front of the entire office.
"Isn't this a job, Y/N? This is not the place for you to have a pleasant time. Why am I getting these client calls, I really need to know. I am the one who has to beg and plead with them!"
She started howling at you right away, without even pausing for a second. Her diatribe went on for about twenty minutes or more. You had no idea what was wrong with her in her life that she opted to vent on you. She stormed out to her room, leaving you to your own devices.
Having your boss rage at you was never a pleasant experience; every word, every taunt that came out of her mouth was like a blade to you. You'd had it with the tension, and you'd had enough. Today had been a nightmare.
You buried your head in your hands, anticipating the onset of a headache. As you rolled your eyes, your brows furrowed. Your breathing was suddenly considerably faster, and you had a peculiar feeling in your gut.
You took a glance at the door, a man of tall stature, dressed in a grey office suit, stood there with a worried look on his face. His black necktie perfectly complemented his black hair, which was all combed back neatly. You could not deny that he was hot.
It was Johnny, your co-worker.
You decided to completely ignore him, turning your gaze away, still standing with the same posture, stressed. You knew he was there to comfort you after the episode that took place.
"Are you okay? Y/N?" He enquired, his voice was warm and friendly, as it had always been. "Do you need some help?" He added on, still standing at the door. You had known him ever since you joined, and he had always been that friendly colleague you could always count on.
You were having a particularly bad day at work, and the only help you could ask for was physical. You were in desperate need of relief, and Johnny appeared to be the perfect candidate. His hotness only added more your building lust. You badly needed him.
"I don’t think you can help me with what I want." You blurted out, locking your eyes with him, biting your lips, gently. Your sultry gaze gave it all away, making Johnny smirk.
He moved closer to you by taking a few steps forward. He let out a sigh, "What if I can?" He whispered right next to your ear, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. You were getting lucky tonight.
Impulsively, without giving a second thought to it, you grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him down and slamming your lips into his. Your body was starving. Johnny reciprocated the kiss, his lips were in a perfect sync with yours as your hands wandered everywhere through his body.
You drew back, unbuttoning his crisp, white shirt, revealing his washboard abs and perfectly toned chest. Your hands reached the buttons of your own shirt, as you, too, started undoing the buttons, leaving you only in your underwear.
Your lips returned to where they were, the smoochings and bitings made it really tough for you to control any longer. This was getting steamy.
Johnny placed you on the couch, his body was now hovering over yours as he planted kisses everywhere, from your lips to your exposed chest. In a flash of a moment, he pulled up your black pencil skirt, ready to give you exactly what you wanted.
"Don’t ruin the sofa, please." You cried in the middle. There was no way you could afford any more reprimands from your boss. One hint and you were gone for.
"Shut up! I’m trying to fuck you!" Johnny grunted out as he continued to proceed with his business.
Pleasure spread throughout your body as moans escaped from your mouth incessantly. Your mind was blank, and you had entirely forgotten about the stress. Too lost in the moment, you could not care to a give damn about anything else.
Johnny indeed proved to be of great help, turning your worst day at work into your best one.
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