featuring: king!seungcheol x queen of opposing kingdom!reader
word count: 1022
summary — the prophecy that seungcheol was sure meant his life was guaranteed for at least a few more decades was true, only that seungcheol had missed a detail in interpreting the exact wording of the prophecy. he never imagined that you would be the one to make him realise.
author’s note: this fic is inspired by this artwork and the beast charmer trilogy by maxym m. martineau. also, in other news, the writing block has been letting up quite a bit, so i’m hoping this short fic is a good return from a long break.
warnings: blood, gore, death, stabbing, blades
Seungcheol stares at you as you approach, his gaze stricken as he takes in everything that is going on around him. The air is thick with the salty scent of sweat and the metallic tang of blood. There is so much blood, open wounds subjected to the humid heat of the battlefield, a thin layer of dust kicked up by the horses settling over the motionless bodies strewn across the expanse of barren land.
The smell is overwhelming, the heat suffocating. All of it adds up, the protective armor he’s wearing heavy on his limbs, caging him in. There’s nowhere for him to go. Behind him, his army charges forward, gushing forward like an unending torrent, and ahead of him the clang of swords parrying against each other rings in his helmet, echoing in his mind.
You stride ahead, as effortlessly as walking through an empty hallway. Beside you the warriors you command groan and struggle to make a path for you, deflecting attacks left and right to give you room to move. Your expression is hidden by your visor, but you lift it as you approach him to expose your eyes.
Sweat beads at your forehead, your eyebrows drawn into a hard, tense line. You reach out for Seungcheol and he stiffens, finding himself unable to move. Never had he expected you to be at the forefront of your forces, leading them into battle against him.
If it were not you at the helm, Seungcheol is sure he would have increased the pressure, urging his forces to press forward and attack even more ferociously. Already he can see that your side is giving at the seams, outnumbered and stretching themselves just to defend themselves. The constant attacks from his side don’t give them a chance to be on the offensive, and they’re stuck trying not to retreat too far or to concede too quickly.
But the occasional thud of a body falling to the floor is undeniable, and it’s impossible to keep fighting with the uncertainty of whether your companions are still alive, without a chance to look to the side even just for a second to see who has fallen.
Your forces are dwindling. Seungcheol has full confidence that he would have won this battle and gone on to win the war if it were not for you standing in front of him, unmoving, eyes staring straight into his soul.
He breathes out your name, barely a whisper, carried away by a gust of stray wind. But you hear it, and you pause, the hand on your sheathed sword hesitating.
In any other circumstance, you would be dead. That second of hesitation is enough for Seungcheol, a skilled swordsman, to step forward and close the distance between you. Before you even knew it, he would have plunged his sword in the vulnerable spot under your breastplate, driving the blade mercilessly into your stomach.
He knows the bleeding would be unstoppable. By the time you were taken to a medic, you would be dead.
All this Seungcheol knows. And yet he stands there, oblivious to the rest of the world, the shouting dulled to a steady thrum by the overwhelming sound of his blood rushing to his head and the erratic nature of his heartbeat.
It’s all he can do to watch as you unsheathe your sword, and he barely manages to react in time to parry it, his arm feeling leaden and heavy. He’s still full of energy, but he can hardly bear to attack, only parrying each of your blows with half-hearted energy.
Confusion leaves him in a heady daze, as if fog is obscuring his mind and his hearing, and the only sense he can rely on is his sight. Blow after blow comes at him, until he snaps out of it and knocks your blade out of your hands, pressing the flat of his sword against your neck, the cool metal flush against the reflective protective armour.
Heaving, he glares at you. He reaches up to lift his visor as well, so you can see the way his eyebrows are tightly knotted together, doing his best to decipher the puzzle in front of him.
“Cheol,” you murmur, quietly. As if the gentle way you say it is the only way it can be said, when really, in this position, you should be saying it with venom in your tone. But nothing of the sort laces your words. Instead, it exits your mouth like a honey-glazed promise of a better future.
”Why are you doing this?” Seungcheol asks, breathing ragged, hand tightly clutching his sword. He takes a moment to trail his eyes down your body, the rusty red-brown colour of dried blood staining your protective gear. It’s dull and lifeless against you, a backdrop that is full of life.
”Didn’t you hear the prophecy?”
Of course he knows it. Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall, but no man will cause the king of Treces’ downfall. There is more to it, but that is all that is important to him. That he, the king of Treces, will die only of natural causes and not by anyone else’s hand.
Yet, there you are.
Seungcheol only realises he has been too focused on your captivating gaze and your cryptic words when you swiftly draw a small dagger and stab him in the neck.
His own sword clatters to the ground, and he reaches up to staunch the bleeding wound in his neck, but the searing pain tells him that it’s no use. He’s bleeding out, and you reach out to hold his body as it falls limp in your hands. He never realised you were this strong.
You lean towards Seungcheol, your free hand going to remove your helmet—a bold, cocky move on the battlefield, where the threat of death is evident all around you. Pressing your lips against his helmet, you whisper into his ear, “But, you see, I am no man.”
The flash of understanding and fear that crosses Seungcheol’s gaze is the last emotion he ever displays before his eyes turn glassy and he breathes his last breath.
summary : after a night of many shots of soju, a drunk confession slips before fans rush in, creating an awkward hungover morning.
warnings : fluff, SLIGHT angst, fans are kinda annoying tbh, drunk jisung (duh), drunk reader, both get hungover
a/n : o m g. tbh i might open requests for jisung cuz he is SAUR cute omg please (one chance jisung🙏). for the pookie @the0p
queueing : kitchen - sza, table of one - natalie jinju, restless - bibi
— wc : 4.0k — not proof read —
you and jisung have always been close. friends, mostly. the kind of friends who joke around, goof off, and sometimes even share your secrets. you’re sitting at a bar together tonight, the dim lights and the soft hum of chatter making the atmosphere cozy, but there's something in the air. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it’s jisung being a little too close, or maybe it's just you finally admitting that you have a crush on your best friend.
"hey," jisung says, his voice just a little louder than usual as he nudges your arm. "are you feeling it yet?"
he's already a few drinks in, his face flushed and his smile big and goofy, though it's clear he’s trying to keep it cool. you laugh, maybe a little too loud, and glance at the soju bottle in front of you. you've only had a couple of shots, but it's already hitting you.
"i think so," you say, letting your words slur a bit. "you?"
jisung snickers, leaning back in his chair, clearly already tipsy. "me? i'm gone," he says, slurring the words with an exaggerated pout. "but i'm having fun. this is great."
you grin at his antics. jisung has always been playful, but tonight, there's something else about him. maybe it's the way his hair falls into his eyes, or how his hand keeps brushing against yours when you both reach for your drinks. either way, you’re feeling a little more nervous than usual, like the buzz from the alcohol is making you more aware of his every movement.
"yeah, this is great," you agree, a little breathless.
jisung’s grin widens, and he leans closer, his face inching toward yours as he teases, “you know, i don’t think i’ve ever hung out with you this much. it’s kinda fun."
you laugh, trying to hide your embarrassment. "what, like we don’t hang out enough?"
he gives you a playful look, then nudges your shoulder with his. “nah, i mean, this feels different, y’know? i dunno, maybe it’s the soju talking,” jisung says, his voice a little quieter now, but there’s an undercurrent to it that you can’t quite place.
you dismiss it. the alcohol's starting to make everything a little hazy, and you’re starting to feel warm in all the right places. it’s easy to ignore things like that when you’re tipsy, right?
"yeah, maybe," you say, trying to make the words sound light, even though you can’t quite ignore how his shoulder is still brushing against yours. "you’re just drunk."
jisung smirks, and for a moment, you think he might say something more. but instead, he leans back in his chair, slinging his arm over the backrest and looking at you with a lazy, half-lidded gaze. “i’m drunk, but you’re tipsy,” he teases. "i think that means you're the more responsible one tonight."
"ha," you chuckle, shaking your head. "i think you’re wrong."
he grins, but then his smile softens, just a little. “no, seriously. you’re good at this,” jisung says, voice surprisingly sincere as he looks at you. “i think you’re always good at... things. you know? like, you’re just... cool. i’ve always thought that.”
you blink, surprised by his words, but your mind doesn’t quite connect the dots. tipsy and just a little too giggly, you shrug it off. “what? i’m just me,” you reply with a laugh, knocking back another shot of soju. "don’t get all serious on me now, we're just here to have fun."
jisung laughs, too, though his is a little quieter, like he’s holding back something. “yeah, yeah,” he says, clearly trying to play it off, but his eyes linger on you longer than usual. you don’t notice. instead, you're distracted by the bright lights and the buzz of the crowd around you. maybe this whole evening is just that. a fun night, nothing more. at least, that’s what you try to convince yourself.
the night continues in a blur of laughter, more drinks, and random conversations. you and jisung joke about everything, from the music playing in the background to the awkward waiter who keeps glancing over at your table. but there's a shift in jisung. the more you watch him, the more you realize he’s been acting differently, a little more touchy than usual, brushing against your arm more often, leaning in just a little closer when he speaks.
you catch him staring at you once, and when he notices you’ve seen, he quickly looks away, his face turning red. you laugh, thinking it’s just the alcohol talking. after all, jisung’s always been a little... unpredictable. especially when he’s drunk.
"what’s up with you?" you ask, leaning over to nudge him playfully. "getting shy now?"
jisung shrugs, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “nah,” he says, voice lower than usual. “just... uh... thinking about stuff.”
“thinking about what?” you ask, genuinely curious, though you’re starting to feel the alcohol take full effect. your words slur a little as you lean against the table, trying to focus on jisung.
he hesitates, the playful glint in his eyes dimming for just a moment, before he grins again. "nothing. just drunk thoughts." he laughs, but it’s not quite the same carefree laugh he’s been giving all night. it feels... different. feels... nervous.
but you’re too tipsy to care. “yeah, right,” you mutter, brushing it off with a wave of your hand. “drunk thoughts are the best.”
“uh-huh,” jisung says, a little too seriously. "best thoughts ever."
the night is a blur of laughter and the warm glow of soju, the alcohol slowly building up inside both of you. your words slur and mix with giggles, your head growing heavier as the evening drags on. it’s fun, though. so much fun. jisung is always a good time, and tonight, with the alcohol loosening your thoughts, everything feels like it’s just a little bit more intense than usual.
the conversation shifts, and jisung, now thoroughly drunk, becomes more playful, teasing you in that way he always does. his hand brushes against your shoulder, a subtle touch, but it lingers a little longer than necessary. the warmth of his hand on your skin sends a flutter through you, and your heart skips a beat.
"you know," jisung says, his voice quieter now, the usual playfulness in it replaced with something softer. it catches your attention, the sudden shift in tone. "i really like spending time with you. a lot."
you freeze, blinking up at him. the words settle into your mind, but they don’t quite make sense. maybe it’s the soju talking. maybe you’re just imagining things. "what, like... friends, right?" you ask, laughing nervously, hoping it’s just a passing comment. but there’s something in jisung’s eyes. something that says not to take it at the surface level.
jisung’s eyes widen, and he leans in just a little closer. his face is flushed, but he doesn’t look away. "no... i mean, yeah, but..." his voice falters slightly, and you can see the hesitation in his movements. "i mean... i kinda think i like you. more than a friend. i’ve liked you for a while, actually. like, a long while."
your breath catches in your throat, the words ringing in your ears. you blink rapidly, trying to make sense of what he’s saying. did he just..? was he really saying that? jisung, your best friend, the one who always joked around with you, the one who made everything feel easy. he’s telling you he likes you? more than a friend?
your heart starts to race. the room seems to spin slightly, but it’s not from the alcohol, it’s from the sudden shift in reality. jisung likes you. he’s saying it so openly, so honestly, and yet... you don’t know how to react.
before you can respond, a loud voice breaks through your dazed thoughts. "hey! jisung!" a group of fans suddenly appear, calling his name excitedly, their eyes bright with recognition. jisung snaps out of his daze, his gaze moving from you to the group of girls now approaching your table.
"oh, uh," jisung stammers, his face flushing an even deeper red, his playful demeanor snapping back into place like a mask. he sits back in his chair too quickly, almost knocking over his drink, and gives the fans a wide, charming smile. "yeah, yeah! sure! let’s take a picture!"
you sit frozen, unsure of what just happened. jisung’s confession, the words hanging in the air, but now replaced by the sudden rush of fans wanting attention. it’s like the moment never happened at all.
your mouth feels dry, and you try to shake the confusion off, but your mind is still reeling. jisung likes you. more than a friend. it doesn’t seem real. it’s too much to process, especially with the alcohol clouding your judgment. the fans crowd around jisung, and you watch as he laughs and poses for selfies, sliding easily back into his idol persona.
you look down at the shot glass in front of you, swirling the liquid inside absentmindedly. your fingers feel unsteady, and your thoughts are racing. should you tell him you feel the same way? should you do something about it? the words are there, sitting on the tip of your tongue, but they don’t come out. you’re still too caught in the rush of everything, the soju, the fans, the unexpected confession.
jisung doesn’t even glance back at you. his attention is fully on the group of fans now surrounding him, taking pictures and chatting. you should be happy for him. after all, this is his world. you’ve seen it countless times. his fans, his charm, his ability to shift from casual to idol mode with a single smile. but tonight... tonight feels different. it feels like you’re on the outside looking in.
you sigh quietly to yourself, pushing the thoughts away. you’re tipsy, it’s fine. jisung’s probably just drunk and being silly. he doesn’t really mean it, right? maybe he was just feeling sentimental or had too much to drink. the way he’s acting now, laughing with fans, the flirtatious glint in his eyes, it all seems so... normal.
“hey, you okay?” a fan asks, noticing you sitting quietly at the table, away from the group.
you give a half-hearted smile, nodding. “yeah, just... just tired. too much soju,” you mutter, your voice low, not really wanting to explain the thoughts racing through your head. “nothing to worry about.”
they nod and return their attention to jisung, and you’re left alone again. a small part of you feels relieved, but another part, maybe the one that’s been feeling strange since jisung’s confession, feels empty. you want to shout at him, to tell him that you feel the same way. but the moment is gone. lost in the chaos of his fans and the noise of the bar.
time passes slowly, and you find yourself back at the dorm, the cool night air doing little to sober you up. jisung’s laughter echoes down the hall as he stumbles ahead of you, still clearly drunk, his arm slung around one of the other guys. you follow behind, still caught in the fog of what happened.
you’re barely coherent, but the moment you shared with jisung keeps replaying in your head. he liked you. more than a friend. how could you have missed that? maybe he didn’t mean it. maybe he was just rambling, drunk and lost in the moment. still, the way his eyes held yours and the sincerity in his words. it just felt so real.
when you reach the dorm room, jisung collapses onto the couch with a dramatic groan, immediately pulling a pillow over his face. you stop by the door, still feeling like a whirlwind is spinning inside you. you don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or do something completely different.
jisung lifts the pillow slightly, looking over at you with a sheepish grin. “hey,” he says, his voice slurring, “you good?”
“yeah, just tired,” you respond, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart is still racing. “but, uh... you?”
jisung shrugs, his smile lazy. “i’m fine. just... you know. i like you.” his words are slurred, but they hit you like a freight train.
you freeze, blinking. “what?”
he waves a hand lazily in the air, as if the confession was nothing. “nah, it’s nothing. i’m just drunk. forget i said that.” he chuckles and flops back down on the couch, completely unaware of how those words hit you, like a bomb, like everything you’ve been feeling was just thrown out in the open.
you stand there for a moment, heart pounding, but you don’t say anything. maybe he’s not being serious. maybe it’s just the alcohol. maybe you’re imagining things.
you glance over at him, his back to you now, clearly more interested in the couch than anything else.
but deep down, you know. jisung may have just let something slip. and you’re not sure what to do with it yet.
the next morning comes far too quickly. you wake up to the dull throb of a hangover and the light creeping through the curtains. the weight of everything that happened last night hits you all at once. you blink, groaning as you try to sit up, but the motion sends a wave of dizziness over you. you lie back down, rubbing your temples as you attempt to piece everything together.
last night was a blur, but there are flashes of clarity. jisung’s words, the confession, his flirty demeanor, and then... the fans. everything happened so fast, and now you’re left with this uncomfortable feeling in your chest. did he mean what he said? was he just drunk, messing around?
you glance over at the couch, where jisung had passed out. his arms are sprawled out, and the blanket he threw over himself has slid to the floor. he’s snoring softly, oblivious to the storm in your mind. you sigh heavily, feeling your stomach twist.
you don’t know what to do with any of it. what did he mean by “i like you”? you feel your heart race as the memory replays in your head. you want to believe it was real, but the way he brushed it off afterward makes you second-guess everything.
eventually, you drag yourself out of bed, trying to ignore the headache that comes with it. you need coffee. that’s the only thing that’s going to help right now. you shuffle into the kitchen, already reaching for the coffee pot when you hear movement from the living room. jisung is awake, apparently, and a moment later, he walks in, still a little disheveled but looking surprisingly chipper for someone who’d clearly been just as drunk as you.
“morning,” jisung says, his voice rough from sleep, but there’s that familiar grin on his face. he looks completely at ease, his usual energy returning now that he’s no longer completely drunk.
you offer a half-hearted smile. “morning.”
he flops down onto the couch with a loud groan, stretching his limbs out like a cat. “what time is it? my head is killing me. i think we need more soju to fix this.”
you chuckle weakly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. "probably not a good idea."
jisung laughs and looks over at you with a playful grin. “yeah, yeah. i'm just kidding." he pauses, watching you for a moment as if contemplating something. "you know, i think we had fun last night.”
you blink, unsure of where he’s going with this. “yeah, definitely. a lot of fun.”
he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, and gives you a more serious look. “we should do it again sometime. you and me, more soju, more hanging out. you know? i mean, i think we should do it more often.”
you stare at him, your heart thudding in your chest. does he remember last night? does he remember what he said? “uh, yeah, sure,” you say, trying to sound casual, but your voice comes out quieter than you intended. you’re unsure if you should mention it, his confession. maybe he’s forgotten about it. maybe it’s better if you just pretend it didn’t happen.
jisung grins widely, clearly oblivious to your internal turmoil. “cool. i’m down for that. maybe we can... uh...” he hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting away from you. “maybe we can talk more. just... us. y’know? sometimes i think you don’t let me in enough.”
you blink at him, trying to process his words. “what do you mean?”
jisung looks a little uncomfortable for a second, his usual confidence faltering. “i don’t know. like, sometimes you’re just... i dunno, distant. i want to be closer to you, but it feels like you’re keeping something from me.”
your heart skips a beat at his words. is he being serious? you glance at him, unsure of how to respond. you want to tell him everything. about your feelings. about how his confession last night has been replaying in your head. but you don’t know if you should. is he really being honest with you, or is he just drunk again? what if he was just messing around?
before you can find the words, jisung continues, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “i just want you to know, i... i really like you. i do. i’m not just saying that because i was drunk last night. i mean it. i’ve liked you for a while, and it’s hard not to... feel it, you know?”
your heart races, your mind spinning. you weren’t expecting this. not after everything that happened last night. jisung’s words are clear now, no ambiguity, no alcohol-fueled haze. he likes you. and he’s not backing down.
“you... you really mean that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “because... i don’t know. last night was—”
“i know,” jisung interrupts gently, his eyes sincere. “i was drunk, and i get it if you think i was just being dumb or whatever. but i’m not messing with you. i’m serious.”
you feel a lump form in your throat. you want to tell him everything. you want to tell him that you like him too, that you’ve liked him for so long, but the words get stuck. instead, you nod, barely managing a smile. “yeah, me too. i think... i think i like you, too.”
jisung’s expression softens, and for a moment, there’s a quiet understanding between you both. he smiles, a small, genuine smile that makes your chest tighten with warmth. “really?”
“yeah,” you say, finally finding your voice. “really.”
he laughs, but it’s not the usual teasing laugh. it’s soft and relieved, like a weight has been lifted. “well, damn. guess we’ve got a lot of talking to do then.”
you smile, your heart still racing, but it feels lighter now. the air between you is charged, the tension that’s been building up for who knows how long finally starting to dissipate. jisung leans back on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head, still looking at you with that soft smile.
“so, when do we do this?” jisung asks, his voice light but serious. “when do we actually... hang out like this, just us, no distractions?”
you chuckle, your nerves slowly fading. “whenever you want.”
he grins at you, his playful demeanor returning, but there’s something more there now—something deeper. you’re not sure where this is going, but for the first time, you feel like it might actually be going somewhere good.
the rest of the morning passes in a blur of easy conversation and comfortable silences. everything feels a little more natural now, a little more real. the tension is still there, the spark between you and jisung undeniable, but for once, it feels like you’re both on the same page.
maybe it took a drunken night and a confession for everything to come to light, but now, you don’t have to hide anymore. you like him, he likes you, and that’s all that matters right now. everything else can wait.
you both sit in the living room, sipping on cups of water instead of coffee, because caffeine is a terrible idea when you’re this hungover. jisung groans every few minutes about his headache, dramatically flopping onto the couch like he’s on the verge of death.
“i think this might be it for me,” he sighs, draping an arm over his eyes. “i had a good run, right?”
you roll your eyes, nudging his leg with your foot. “you’re so dramatic.”
he peeks at you from under his arm, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “maybe, but my head is actually killing me.”
“mine too,” you mumble, rubbing your temples. the dull ache behind your eyes refuses to go away, and the exhaustion from last night’s emotional rollercoaster is creeping in.
jisung sits up, stretching his arms above his head before letting out a long sigh. “you know,” he says, voice quieter now, “i still can’t believe i actually said all that stuff to you last night.”
your stomach flips. “do you regret it?”
his eyes widen slightly, like he hadn’t considered that possibility. “no,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “not even a little bit.”
you swallow, feeling your chest tighten at his sincerity. “good,” you say softly. “because i don’t regret anything either.”
jisung’s lips curve into a small smile, and for a moment, you just sit there, staring at each other. there’s no awkwardness, no hesitation anymore. just an unspoken understanding that whatever this is, whatever it’s turning into, you’re both okay with it.
“okay,” jisung sighs, dramatically throwing himself back against the couch. “but, like, what now? do we do the whole couple thing? do i start calling you babe? because i feel like you’d hit me if i did that.”
you snort. “probably.”
he grins. “figured.”
the conversation slows, the exhaustion from last night settling into your bones. you yawn, stretching your arms above your head before slumping against the couch. “i don’t wanna do anything today.”
jisung hums in agreement, his eyes already drooping shut. “same.”
there’s a beat of silence before he shifts, his head falling against your shoulder. it’s a little awkward at first, his weight unfamiliar, but you don’t move away. instead, you let him lean against you, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt.
“you’re comfy,” jisung mumbles sleepily.
you chuckle, tilting your head to rest lightly against his. “thanks, i guess.”
he hums, his breathing evening out slightly. “wanna just… sleep all day?”
you consider it. your bed sounds amazing right now, and honestly, you don’t have the energy to do anything else.
“yeah,” you mumble. “let’s sleep.”
jisung grins, his eyes still closed. “cool. but your bed. not the couch.”
you huff out a soft laugh but don’t argue. slowly, you both drag yourselves up, stumbling toward your room in a haze of exhaustion. jisung doesn’t hesitate to flop onto your bed, immediately burrowing under the blankets like he belongs there.
“wow, you didn’t even wait for me,” you tease, climbing in beside him.
jisung peeks at you from under the covers, grinning. “you took too long.”
you roll your eyes but settle in, feeling the warmth of the blankets and jisung’s presence beside you. for a moment, there’s silence, just the steady sound of your breathing as you both start to drift off.
but then, just as you’re about to fall asleep, jisung shifts closer, his arm lazily draping over your waist. “this okay?” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
your heart stutters, but you don’t pull away. instead, you nod, even though he probably can’t see it. “yeah,” you whisper. “it’s okay.”
jisung hums in contentment, his grip tightening slightly. “good.”
and just like that, the two of you fall asleep, tangled up in warmth and quiet understanding.
no pressure, no expectations. just you and jisung, finally on the same page.
♡ genre. fluff ! no warnings ♡ pairings. xiaojun x gn!reader ♡
friends to lovers
{9:13pm} ☆彡
your first date with your crush!xiaojun. you had been counting down the days since he asked you out last week. he said he wanted to take you somewhere after your study session.
he took you to a cafe and then the two of you walked around the area and ended up in a nearby park.
you were telling xiaojun about something and got distracted by a small flicker in the sky.
“is that a shooting star?” you interrupted yourself.
the boy’s eyes lit up.
“quick!” he shook your shoulder. “make a wish!”
you shut your eyes tightly and rested your chin onto your intertwined hands.
there was only one thing you could think to wish for. all you really wanted was the boy next to you. for him to be yours. but you thought maybe that was too much to ask. “just a kiss.” you spoke silently to the sky. “i just want to kiss him.”
“what did you wish for?”
your cheeks tinted pink. “i cant tell you!”
unsatisfied with your response, he nagged. “cmon pleaseeee”
“i cant tell you…but i guess i could show you.”
you put both of your hands on his cheeks and pulled his lips to yours.
“hm that’s funny.” xiaojun giggled out of the kiss.
🍁 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.
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You were able to go out for breakfast without your pants freezing on your feet. Quite an achievement. Plus, you can get in the door without a problem and unload on the bedside table without anything spilling out nor falling down. It's a fantastic start to the day.
"Hey, wake up! Coffee's only good fresh." All you have to do is get your boyfriend who's lying in bed, your bed, to wake up. But he doesn't even grunt in response.
Well, since you're freezing to death from your walk... You throw yourself on his body. Though "throw" is a pretty harsh word here. You don't jump on him out of a rush, you just gently, slowly, descent down like a bird on its nest. Even through a blanket, he's warm enough. And he smells good.
"It's very cold outside. Not like you."
This time Mark whines, he doesn't like you using him as a pillow and a heat lamp. He shakes you off. You lean over him.
"Are you ready to get up now?"
"No." He turns away from you. You frown. You get an idea. You throw your legs over his body and sit on his side.
"You slept enough. I have witnessed the way you snored last night. So go ahead, drink your coffee. If you want to sleep after that, I don't mind."
Mark grabs your arm, and for someone who's just waking up, he's strong enough to pull you down against him.
"What flavour is it?"
His raspy, sleepy question pumps blood through your veins faster than caffeine could.
pairing :: huang renjun x male reader
genres/au's :: angst, hurt-comfort
viewer rating :: 13+
content warnings :: crying mentions, cheating mentions, yelling, renjun is very scared and insecure about this :(, hints that reader is a bit taller than renjun network tag @preciousillusions-net
word count :: 670
reposted from old acc
you and your boyfriend, huang renjun, had been strong in love for two years now. and in your eyes, it was perfect. he was perfect. there was nothing in the world that was more precious and important to you than renjun and your relationship with him.
but lately, renjun was starting to question that. he was beginning to suspect that his partner had eloped with someone else... one of his best friends.
and renjun had gotten fed up with the weight of not knowing.
so who did he turn to?
jeno.
renjun simply brought it up in conversation while talking to jeno a few days ago, and jeno had said, quite simply,
"oh yeah, he's been hanging out with chenle a lot more often lately."
chenle??
were you cheating on him? with one of his best friends in the world?? he had to confront you about this...
"chenle??" renjun yelled, barging into your and his shared bedroom. "so not only are you cheating on me... but you're doing it with my best friend??"
"wh-renjun, what are you talking about??" you asked, dropping your phone onto the floor as you jumped, renjun had startled you quite badly when he entered the room.
"jeno told me you've been hanging around with chenle a lot lately. and i've noticed it too- how much less you wanna be around me lately, how little you seem to want to do things with me. are you cheating on me??" he repeated, his voice shaking as he shouted.
you swore your ehart stopped. you scrambled mentally for something to say.
"i-renjun, i would never cheat on you." you said carefully.
"yeah? and just why should i believe you?" renjun said dramatically. "why have you been hanging out with him so much more than with me then lately? hm? why don't you want to be around me anymore, m/n? do you hate me? what did i do wrong??"
and those five words broke your heart.
your eyes burned with tears as you heard renjun's voice break, the tears already flowing down his face as he backed into the wall and slid down it, wrapping his arms around his calves and hiding his face in his knees.
"junnie... you know that's not true," you said softly, "i love you. i love spending my time with you, i love spending my time on you, i just..."
you stopped for a moment, walking over and sitting down next to him. you hesitated for a moment, then changed positions a bit and wrapped both of your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could get him and gently pressing his head into your chest.
"i'm just trying to make friends, baby..." you whispered into his hair, "just like you said i should. i'm doing it to make you happy."
renjun didn't reply for a few long moments, simply cuddling as close to you as he could, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. you felt his shoulders shaking as he tried to make himself breathe steadily again, and you knew your shirt would probably have to be washed a couple times after this was over.
"so..." he nearly whispered, "so you still love me, then?"
"yes, baby," you whispered back to him, kissing the top of his head and playing softly with his hair, "i love you. there's no one more precious to me than you, i love you more than i would love my own brother if i had one."
renjun smiled, the all the worry, anger and insecurity finally leaving his body and heart. he smiled, standing up. he grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him, immediately walking face-first into your chest and wrapping you up into another bear hug. he stood there for a while, his face hidden in your chest for a while before he looked up at you and leaned in for a kiss. you obliged happily, doing the same as you wrapped your arms around his sides and pulled him impossibly closer.
You woke up to the sound of YangYang’s soft snores and soothing heartbeat, his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders and leg strewn across your waist with his head above yours. The sunlight shining in from the window was harsh to your still sleepy eyes, making you snuggle closer to his chest. He stirred a bit, pulling you closer and burying his head into the top of your own.
“G’morning baobei,” he hums, not yet opening his eyes. The remaining sleepiness was evident in his gravelly voice.
“Good morning, Yangie. How’d you sleep?” you somewhat slurred, the sleep not quite leaving you either. You pulled away from his chest slightly to look up at him, and he looked down at you with eyes filled with a mixture of sleepiness and love.
“I slept alright, though you in my arms definitely made it better.” Normally, you’d tease him for being so cheesy, but right in this moment, seeing him give you such a sincerely loving look and his eyes glittering with adoration, you couldn’t help but smile a little. You loved moments like these with Yangyang. The times where, despite your rather playful relationship, you two would talk openly with each other, whether it be about what’s been stressing you out that week, how he can’t quite get the choreography for their upcoming comeback down, or even times like right now, where all you do is talk about how much you really do love one another.
“Good,” you reply, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “I’m glad.” you smile a bit wider, looking him in the eyes before kissing the tip of his nose. You giggled slightly at the way he smiles and scrunches up his nose as his eyes turn into the most beautiful crescents.
“How about you?” he asks, bringing a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear. The eye contact he sustains is enough to make your heart flutter, him still looking at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. “Oh, YangYang,” you thought to yourself, “The things you do to me without even realizing it.”
“I slept okay too, I guess, but I had this weird dream you turned into a German shepherd and everyone just went on like it was normal.” He let out an incredulous laugh at that, making you grin. You loved seeing YangYang happy.
Smile still wide on your face, you begin moving to get up and make breakfast for the two of you. You gasped a bit when you felt YangYang grab your wrist and pull you back down, attaching himself to you like a koala and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “No.”
“No? Yangie I’m trying to make us breakfast.” you said as a chuckle slipped passed your lips.
“No,” YangYang whined, lifting his head to place his forehead against yours and kissing your nose. “Stay in bed with me for a while longer, please? I’m not hungry yet.”
Nodding, you kiss his nose back, smiling softly at how cute your boyfriend can really be behind closed doors.
This time, it’s your turn to bury your head in his neck. You leave a kiss to his collarbone, erupting a small giggle from him. He can feel you smiling against his neck at this, making him grin, himself. He would never admit it to you, but the things he did to your heart were the exact things you did to his. He loves you more than he even knows how to express.
For the next few hours or so, you two stay like that. Some times you just sit in a peaceful silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Others, you’re talking about random things or laughing at a cheesy dad joke or pickup line the other made. Either way, you were both completely entranced in one another, one wrapped around the other’s finger. You wouldn’t give up YangYang for the world, nor would he you.
· •. Summary: Half of it is already mentioned on the start of the fic. But they met while M/n wasn't expecting him just to fly over to LA and come over. One "sentence" is a reference from Broken Melodies. I luv it, I just had to throw it there.
· •. A/N: I finally wrote a fic after a loooong time of recovering. Now I'm busy with school 😭 but I'm making it up to you with this!!
You and Jeno were in a long distance relationship. How awful did that feel? Basically, looking on the world map, he's on the other side of the world.. not really. It was still far away.
Despite him being an artist, it was sometimes hard to communicate. He almost never had time.
Good morning, or good night, or just general texts from him, were making you smile like an idiot. Every time you saw a text from him, a faint blush had to appear on your cheeks.
What hits you the most, you never met in real life.
And today was the day.
You'll see your loving boyfriend. You just didn't know about it yet.
How gorgeous was he. How you were always admiring his muscles, showing that you were in awe. You were ready anytime to show your love to him.
And how excited he makes you by sending you voice messages.
The only thing you could feel, that was ever touched by him, is the teddy bear you always kept on the side of your cozy bed. You cherished every gift you've ever received from him.
And you've been daydreaming of him for such a long time. When he was on practice, you were worrying most of the time. What if he'll get hurt? What if it's overwhelming for him? You were willing to face the world, if it was against your Jeno.
Laying on the bed, cuddling the plushie and thinking it's him has been making you submerge in the pain you've felt inside.
You've never felt a human's touch. You always refused it, if it wasn't him.
But this time, you felt something caress your waist so slowly, and gently. It felt like heaven.
And the kiss you've just got, right on the back of your neck, felt perfect.
Are you going to fall in love with someone else?
Not until you heard such a beautiful, deep voice, which belonged to the person you adore the most.
"Who is it, M/n..?" The boy has asked you a question, being so soft like never before.
You turned around. Were you daydreaming?
"I-I'm clearly.." You couldn't finish your sentence. How stunned you were.. how he appeared suddenly.. "I'm clearly delusional." You collected the words that were supposed to make your assumption. You looked him in the eyes, and placed a hand on his waist, just to make sure.
He's real. You damn idiot.
"..Jeno." As you said that, your eyes looked to him like they were made of glass. As you were about to start crying. The man, who you've been attached to, has finally appeared. Not on the screen, but on your own eyes..
"You.. d-didn't tell me about anything." The stutters got in your voice. You were almost breaking down, the way you're not daydreaming anymore hit you, in a good way. You couldn't resist, but snuggle in his arms, and bury your face in his chest.
"Seoul to LA." He exclaimed softly. "For you, it's worth my whole time. My everything."
