Attention Please →
Pairing: Johnny Suh x Fem!Reader
Tags: 2.4k, Office!AU, Enemies to Lovers, Humor, Loads of palpable sexual tension, NCT What Is Love? Event
Summary: Office rivalries lead to heated arguments and even steamier confessions.
You know how things could be going perfect, like absolutely perfect and it only takes one minor inconvenience to ruin your entire day?
You’d woken up early, actually feeling refreshed for once, your hair and makeup looked good, your outfit was on point, you hit every single green light, your coffee was made perfectly. It was that kind of perfect and you caught yourself humming along to the radio as you pulled into the company parking garage to find an open spot right next to the elevators.
It was going to be a good day.
That was up until a dark figure on a sleek black motorcycle went around your car and whipped into the parking space so fast you’d barely had time to break. Thank god you had actually set your coffee down otherwise it would have been burning down the front of your blouse. You tried not to let your anger get the best of you and you pulled into the next closest spot which was still a bit away before gathering your things and walking toward the elevators.
You still had your hopes set on having a good day but as you got closer to your stolen spot and mystery motorcycle douche bag it all went to shit. Lo and behold Johnny fucking Suh, your company’s top journalist and asshole extraordinaire, is the one pulling off his helmet in slow motion like a model in a commercial.
As if his personality wasn’t irritating enough, the gods had to go and make him gorgeous. And give him a motorcycle. You despised him and his creator.
Johnny called out to you when you walked past, though you were obviously trying to ignore him. You huffed in annoyance before soothing your features and turning around. The smirk he gave you made you want to get back in your car and run him over.
He strode over to you with those achingly long legs, his pace leisurely as if you weren’t trying to get to work. As if you’d wait all day for him. “Cute outfit. You look extra pretty today,” He comments, eyes casually climbing from your heels up, “Trying to seduce the boss again?”
“Cute jacket,” You quip back in a mocking tone, “Trying to fuck his secretary again?”
Johnny’s smirk turns cold for half a second before he’s recovered and on to being an asshole again. “Jealous sweetheart?”
This actually makes you laugh and Johnny’s face falls completely, not bothering to hide his irritation. “Not in the least. I really wish you the best of luck with her because you’re going to need it.”
With that you step into the elevator before him and hit the ‘close doors’ button while he stands there more confused than ever. The sight brings a genuine grin to your face and you decide this interaction puts a tally on your side of the board.
When you step out of the elevator you make your way to your team’s wing, greeting everyone with a bright smile before you enter your office and settle down at your desk to open your laptop and check emails. Your sweet secretary pops in with your schedule, which is rather light for the day so you're mostly left to yourself which is a godsend so close to deadlines.
About an hour or two into the day, your phone rings and it’s Ryujin, your boss’s secretary, letting you know your boss is requesting a quick meeting in his office in fifteen minutes. You thank her and hang up the phone before a little shiver of excitement runs up your spine.
So maybe Johnny was onto something with the whole ‘seducing the boss’ thing. What about it?
When you arrive at his floor, Ryujin directs you to head inside with a small smile and you rap lightly on the heavy wood before pushing the door open. Your boss looks up from his desk and waves you in quickly before looking back down at some paperwork so you slip inside and quietly make your way over to sit, “You wanted to see me, Mr. Kim?”
“I told you, Doyoung is fine when we’re in my office,” He glances up, a corner of his lips picked up in a smirk that makes your stomach do back flips like an all-star gymnast.
“Doyoung,” You repeat softly, fine-tuning that alluring feminine drawl your mother had taught you, “What can I do for you?”
You took a seat and crossed your legs knowing your skirt would ride up in a perfectly inconspicuous way. You didn’t miss the way Doyoung’s eyes darted toward you then back to his desk nor the way loosened the knot of his tie at his throat. Today was quite possibly, the best day ever.
“Should I go get you some tea?” You ask politely and Doyoung waves his hand.
“No, no that’s okay,” He insists, trying his hardest not to stare when you leaned forward with concern, “There is actually someone else coming to meet with us. Should be here any minute.”
Doyoung barely finishes his sentence before the door flies open and Johnny walks in as if he owns the place, “Doyoungie, my man. What’s up?” He says casually before spotting your sour expression out of the corner of his eye, “Miss editor, what a pleasant surprise.”
You muffle a clear ‘go fuck yourself’ through a cough and Johnny’s lips quirk up in satisfaction at having spoiled your alone time with the boss. “Likewise,” You respond, crossing your arms under your bosom, nails digging into your arms as you try to keep your cool.
Johnny tries his damnedest not to stare at your breasts but then his attention gets diverted to your legs and that’s no better so he looks at Doyoung and that’s insurmountably worse because Doyoung is in a fucking trance. Thank god you haven’t noticed, too busy pouting about Johnny’s presence.
Johnny huffs and shrugs off his leather jacket before tossing it over your body and you look over at him in shock as he drops into the seat next to you, not paying you any attention. “Do I look like a coat rack to you?” You asked, unable to keep the irritation out of your tone.
“You look cold,” He shrugs, finally able to look at you with his jacket covering you from your shoulder to your knees, “Anyways, why are we here?” He directs his attention to Doyoung.
He’s about to answer when you move to discard the jacket causing both men to shout, “Keep it on!” in unison and you sink back into your chair with a look of pure shock. Doyoung is quick to try to cover himself, “It is a bit drafty in here, I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable.”
Your sickly sweet smile makes Johnny roll his eyes and he kicks the corner of the desk to break you and Doyoung out of your stupid staring contest. Doyoung clears his throat and picks up the paperwork on his desk, handing you both a copy. “I need you two to work on something together for me.”
You open your mouth to protest but Doyoung’s pretty smile shuts you up immediately. “My best journalist and my best editor, I need you guys on this project. Please.” The last word comes after a pause and he thinks about it for a second before he adds, “I’m saying ‘please’ but it’s not a request.”
“Yes, sir,” You answer obediently and Johnny’s scoff follows shortly after.
“Could you make your kinks any more obvious?”
You whip your head around and glare at him before taking two deep breaths and facing Doyoung, masking your features with forced politeness, “Mr.K- Doyoung,” You correct yourself, finally wadding up Johnny’s jacket and throwing it at him without looking, “I’d hate to take up anymore of your time. Perhaps Ryujin could forward the project information and I’ll get with Mr. Suh at a later time?”
“When he’s not being a dick,” You whispered just loud enough for Johnny to hear.
Doyoung grins and nods, eager for the whole conversation to be over with. “That sounds great,” he says kindly, “You are such a pleasure to work with.” Johnny’s open look of disgust is not noticed by either of you.
“The pleasure is all mine,” You reply, smoothing the creases out of your skirt, bent at the waist faux innocently.
Suddenly Johnny stands, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and reaches for your arm, fingers circling your wrist, “Text me the details, Doyoungie.”
Johnny all but drags you out the door and you finally tug yourself out of his grasp when the door closes heavily behind you. “You’re such a child,” You whisper-shout at him, arms up in the air when he ignores you to make a beeline over to Ryujin’s desk, leaning against it with a cheesy grin.
You smirk and walk over to stand next to him, slightly bumping him to the side with your hip, “Ryujin, you look fantastic today!” You compliment the young woman, leaning in closely to inspect her jewelry, “Is that a new necklace? It’s lovely,” You complemented.
Ryujin grabs the small pendant between her fingers and blushes, “Thank you! Yuna bought it for me for our third anniversary last week.”
Johnny’s brows furrow immediately, “Yuna? Anniversary?” Your smile couldn’t be any more smug.
“Her girlfriend, Yuna. Third floor. Accounting,” You answer for him, “She’s gorgeous, just like our little Jinnie here. They make a beautiful pair,” You look up at him directly and the way he’s clenching his jaw makes you want to dance around the room.
“That is so sweet,” Johnny chokes out, “We have to be going now. Nice to see you again.” Johnny abruptly turns and grabs your arm again, dragging you toward the elevator despite your protesting.
Finally the elevator arrives and he uses his large frame to herd you inside. To your utter dismay, no one else is in the elevator to break up the fight that’s sure to ensue. As soon as the doors close, Johnny hit the emergency button and the machine comes to a complete halt making you reach out for the closest thing to steady yourself which unfortunately is the only other person in there.
“Must you blatantly flirt with him like that?” Johnny says without any explanation.
“With Doyoung?” You ask incredulously and Johnny cranes his neck like ‘who else’. “Why would it be any of your business who I flirt with? And what’s with the jacket? It was like seventy five degrees in there.”
“How could someone so pretty,” He says looking down at you, his body moving forward to crowd you against the wall, “And so smart,” He breathes, your head tipping to look at him as your back hits the wall, “Be so fucking oblivious?”
Your tone is angry, bewildered when you respond, poking your finger into his hard chest, “How could someone so handsome and talented,” You jab at him but he doesn’t even move, “Be such a fucking prick all the time?”
“Because it gets your goddamned attention!”
You don’t even have time to process the emotions that come along with his confession because his lips are on yours so quickly you rock back against the wall, only his hands cradling your skull save you from smacking your head on the metal. You’d probably think about how you’d instantly given in later, for now you met him blow for blow, your nails sinking into his hips through his shirt as you desperately pulled him closer.
The battle for dominance was won in less than thirty seconds. Johnny moved a hand down to your ass and squeezed hard, pressing you into his body until you could feel him hard against your hip and when you left out a soft, airy moan, he’d slipped his talented tongue into your mouth. You were done for, your body taking over and completely surrendering.
You kissed him until you were positive your lungs would burst from lack of oxygen and you pulled away panting heavily as you stared up at him in shock? Awe? You weren’t even sure what you were feeling but you wanted to feel it over and over again. You wanted to live in whatever state of pure bliss, want, or need you were currently sitting in.
“That was hot,” You whisper and it makes Johnny laugh, his chest shaking against you.
“You’re hot,” He quipped, leaning down to kiss you once more, chuckling when the dazed expression doesn’t leave your face even when you kiss him back.
“Are you telling me all this time you’ve picked on me and irritated me to no end, especially about Doyoung, you’ve just been trying to get my attention?” You ask, brows bunched in thought.
Johnny looks straight above your head and then back down to your eyes and nods, “Yup.”
“And Ryujin?” You tack on, genuinely curious.
Johnny sighed and sagged against you, “Flirting with her got on your nerves. However, I totally didn’t know she was dating anyone.”
“Or that you weren’t exactly her type?” You couldn’t help but giggle.
Johnny rolls his eyes and tightens his grip around you, “Yeah, not my finest work,” He looks thoughtful for a moment before adding, “Although it totally makes sense because I’m irresistible. Should have been obvious she wasn’t into guys.”
You smack his chest but smile all the same, “You know, we’re not in the third grade anymore. I’d like you more if you were a little nicer to me.”
Johnny smirks down at you, eyes twinkling with mischief, “You know you like me just the way I am. Nice boys like Doyoung are too soft for you, admit it.”
“He’s cute,” You argue but Johnny raises a brow and you spit out the truth, “Probably too cute. Too easy to fluster.”
“That’s what I thought,” He grins victoriously, “Now, you and I both have business to attend but I find that my inspiration flourishes outside the workplace.”
“Oh, is that so?” You entertain him and he leans back to hit the button for the elevator to start up again.
“That’s right,” He smirks, “Have dinner with me tonight?”
“I would love too,” You answer and the two of you pull apart, exiting the elevator with secretive smiles and you head in the direction of your own departments only turning back once to find the other already looking.
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Dream Girl →
Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Fem!Reader (side: JohnTen)
Tags: 2.8k, Fluff, F2L, Roommates, Mild Angst, NCT What Is Love? Event
Summary: You love him and he loves you but neither of you know what the hell you’re doing. Cue the liquor and late night confessions.
Warnings: Mild language, alcohol use, intoxication, briefest mention of struggling with sexuality, drunken confessions, fear of feelings, kissing in the dark, it’s overall very soft.
“Which one of you idiots let him drink? Where is Ten?”
You were seething when you’d arrived at the party after receiving a distress call from Taeil that your roommate was almost black out drunk and crying your name. You’d been in the middle of a date that you were more than happy to have an excuse to ditch but as soon as you were out the door your mood soured further.
Yangyang was a terrible drunk. He was entirely co-dependent and usually required a designated babysitter. Normally that was you but tonight it was Ten’s job. One he obviously failed. Truthfully, you were always worried about Yangyang. He was sweet, clumsy, a little naive and unfortunately for everyone else, that worry of yours usually translated into anger when he was in a vulnerable state and you weren’t there to take care of him.
Yangyang, hearing your voice, immediately stumbled into your arms, wrapping his around your middle and dropping his face into the crook of your neck. You reached up to scratch the back of his head lightly, a natural habit of comfort and reassurance between the two of you. You lifted your gaze to the four other men in the room and glared. “I’ll ask again, where the fuck is ten?”
Four arms came up at once, pointing in the direction of the living room and you could just barely make out the image of Ten passed out on top of Johnny who looked to be just as exasperated as you usually were being the semi-sober one in charge.
“Do you want us to take him? Or…” Jaehyun tried asking but your deadly stare shut him up right away.
“No,” You answered, trying to soften your tone, “Will you just...help me get to the couch without dropping him?”
Jaehyun nodded in understanding and followed you over to the couch, only having to catch you both once considering Yangyang would not let you go. Johnny looked up as you all approached and when you met his eyes you shared a soft ‘Hey’. You’d always appreciated Johnny being much like yourself in the role of caretaker. It was nice to have someone who understood the struggle.
Jaehyun helped you pivot so all Yangyang had to do was drop onto the cushions but he whined the second you tried to pull his arms off of you. “No, where are you going? Don’t leave me please.”
“I’m not leaving you,” You whispered, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of his lips moving against your neck as he spoke, “We’re just gonna sit down here for a little bit and then I’ll take you home.”
With your reassurance, he let go and flopped backwards on the couch but he’d grabbed your hand at the last minute, catching you off guard and pulling you into his lap. Everyone’s eyes widened in panic, their mouths open to say something but you hushed them, “It’s fine. Just let him be.”
You adjusted yourself so that your bottom was on the couch with your thighs over his lap. Yangyang folded into you, back in his original position with his face against your throat, arms locking you in place. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and within seconds he was asleep. He was wasted.
“I might need help getting him in the car later but we’re fine for now,” You said, not looking at anyone in particular and everyone filed out of the room awkwardly, leaving you and Johnny alone to talk. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kick his ass tomorrow.”
Johnny chuckles and Ten shifts on his chest but doesn’t wake, He’s clearly had just as much to drink as the man snoring lightly in your arms. “Heard you had a date tonight,” Is all Johnny says and your face falls, a deep frown settling into place.
“Yeah, I guess,” You mumbled, looking at the wall instead of Johnny’s knowing eyes. He knew you better than most. “Needed a distraction. Obviously didn’t work out.”
“Mhm,” Johnny hummed with a small smirk, “He wouldn’t shut up about how beautiful you looked and how he would beat the shit out of your date if they so much as breathed wrong and made you unhappy.”
“Yeah, he talks like that whenever he’s trashed,” You rolled your eyes but your heart constricted painfully all the same. Yangyang said all sorts of things when he was drunk.
“This was well before the alcohol. Stone cold sober,” Johnny corrects you and your eyes widen.
“What?” is the only thing you can manage, your body stilling completely when Yangyang unconsciously wet his lips, his tongue accidentally searing the skin of your throat due to his proximity. You shoved any sort of emotion that surfaced down until you couldn’t breathe.
“He was obviously jealous and well...sad. He and Ten talked by themselves for a while and next thing I know, they’re six shots in. Ten is usually a good sitter but I guess he thought Yangyang needed a drinking buddy more. And just like you’re his emergency contact,” He gestured at Yangyang with his chin then looked down at Ten, “I’m his. So here I am.”
Silence fell between the two of you briefly, the only sounds were the light chattering of the guys in the kitchen and the steady breathing of the sleeping boys between you. You’ve been bottling your feelings for months, if not longer, and the silence was driving you mad. Your heart begging you to release the tension from your chest into the open air.
“Johnny,” You whispered, afraid to wake Yangyang and let him overhear you, “I don’t know what to do.” You paused and Johnny’s hand slid along the back of the couch, grabbing yours and rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “I love him so much, it scares me sometimes. I look at him and it hurts so bad it makes me want to open my chest and claw my heart out just to make it stop. Then he get’s drunk and does this shit. It’s confusing. I don’t want to live like that.”
“Have you ever thought that it’s scary because you’ve created this one-sided scenario in your head?” Johnny asks softly and you furrow your brows in response. “It’s this continuous cycle between you two. You keep everything to yourself, you push him away in fear and he does his best to give you space until he can’t take it anymore and ends up like this.”
“Why do you think he is so clingy when he’s drunk? It’s because he doesn’t have to fear your rejection. That boy is so in love with you that he’d put himself into a drunken stupor every night just to have the courage to tell you how he feels thinking you won’t push him away out of pity. You know it’s not just drunken ramblings. You’ve both got to face your fears and talk this out. It’s not healthy for either of you.”
“Rip my heart to shreds why don’t you?” You jokingly scoffed. He was right and you knew it. Didn’t make it hurt any less.
“Listen,” He says, patting your hand and then releasing it to stretch his arms high over his head and letting them settle over Ten’s body, “I’ve been there, you know I have. It was rough and took a long time. I’m still figuring everything out but we’re good. Happy.”
Johnny coming to terms with being a straight guy who’d suddenly become romantically interested in one of his male best friends was rough. Ten was incredibly patient though and now they were happier than ever but it took months and months of Johnny being angry and confused to get there.
“There is security in knowing how the other person feels, I promise you. These feelings of fear and despair burn out when you gain that reassurance that you’re not alone. Talk to him tomorrow. Keep in mind that whatever he says to you tonight comes straight from the heart, no filter. You’re going to feel so much lighter, I swear to you.”
“When did you get so smart?” You teased him, your fingernails gently scratching Yangyang’s shoulder, trying to ease him out of his deep sleep so you could get him home.
“When I started listening to my heart instead of fighting against it,” He grinned, one hand coming up to push Ten’s hair out of his face before dropping a soft kiss to his forehead. The boy’s eyes opened slowly as he stretched his limbs and you’d smiled when he tipped his face up and kissed the underside of Johnny’s jaw.
Ten’s eyes fell on you, still wrapped tightly in Yanyang’s embrace, “Oh, hey, you’re here,” He smiled sleepily, “Yangyang missed you so much. Please don’t be mad at me for letting him drink. He was really sad.”
You chuckled at his slurred words, “It’s ok. I missed him too.”
Ten only stayed awake for another minute before he was passed out again and Johnny took that as he cue to get him home, “Well, we’re gonna head out. Text me tomorrow okay? Be brave.”
You smiled and said goodbye, watching as the large man cradled the smaller one to his chest and carried him out of the house. Getting your sleepy boy home was going to be a bit more difficult. “Yangyang,” You whispered, your nails now scratching along the full expanse of his back, “Let’s go home. Can you walk?”
Yangyang whined in his sleep, pushing further into your neck but instead of flinching like you normally would, you moved your hand to his face, slightly pushing his back so you could look at him. Without your warmth, he finally opens his eyes and blinks a few times, “Is it time to go?” He asked.
“Yeah, let’s go home so you can sleep in a real bed.”
Getting Yangyang into the car was easy considering you had Jaehyun and Jungwoo’s help but getting him up the stairs and into the apartment was quite the task. It took almost ten minutes and one disapproving glare from your nosy middle-aged neighbor but you finally got him inside and dumped him on his bed.
He immediately reached for you but you told him you’d be right back. He hummed with displeasure but he was actually sitting up which was an improvement. He’d offered a very quiet, “Okay” and you left the room just long enough to change, brush your teeth, and grab a bottle of water and a wet washcloth for Yangyang.
When you walk back into his bedroom he’s standing which causes little alarms to go off in your head but he’s managed to change out of his jeans and into some pajama pants so he at least seems to be a little more stable on his feet. He does however get tangled in his shirt and you can’t help but laugh when he falls back onto the bed with his arms in the air, shirt half covering his face.
“You’re hopeless, you know?” You tell him, setting your stuff down on his bedside table and helping him get his shirt off the rest of the way.
His hair is misplaced and his grin is lazy, exhausted, when he looks up at you, “Thank you,” He whispers in the already quiet space.
“Mhm,” You hum, grabbing the water and putting it in his hands, “Drink, please.”
Yangyang drains about half the bottle before he hands it back and you cap the bottle before setting it down and picking up the washcloth, “Let me clean you up.”
His eyes bore into yours as you use one hand to push his hair back and the other to wipe his face. “I’m sorry you always have to take care of me like this. I probably ruined your date.”
You remained focused on gently cleaning him, “You didn’t ruin anything.”
He let you finish before speaking again, “Did things not go well?” He asked as you walked over and tossed the cloth in his laundry basket then joined him on the edge of the bed.
“He was fine I guess, just…” You looked at him before your eyes dropped to your lap, “I couldn’t bring myself to care about him, about anything he said. It was just noise and all I could think about was you.”
“You were thinking about me?” He grinned before confusion set in. He was a little more physically capable but his brain was still lagging. “Why would you be thinking about me?”
“Why don’t we just talk about it in the morning?” You told him, getting ready to stand up and head to your own room before he could argue but you were far too weak to walk away when his hand shot out for yours.
“Please stay with me,” His voice was so quiet, so hesitant. “I know I won’t be this brave in the morning and I want more of you before my liquid courage runs out. I know it’s selfish of me, but I-”
“It’s not selfish,” You cut him off and he quiets right away, eyes still pinning you in the dark. You take off your slippers and pull your hair tie out, letting it free and massaging your roots. Yangyang moves further into the bed and lifts the blankets for you.
This time he doesn’t have to tug you along. You get into bed and move closer to him automatically, your hands reaching for his warm skin and he meets you halfway. His arm hooks around your middle and your hand lands on his cheek but no one moves or speaks for a few moments.
“Thank you for letting me be...well, me, when I’m like this and sparing my dignity the next day,” However slowly he says it, the shame is still clear in his voice, “I know you don’t like me the way I like you and it’s okay. I swear I’ll get over it eventually and stop drunkenly confessing to you.”
The guilt washes over you like a tidal wave. All this time you’ve spent running away from your feelings you’ve been hurting him and the thought just kills you. “Yangyang, this is all my fault. I’m sorry that I ever let you think that I don’t love you because I do...far too much.”
“This is definitely a dream, huh?” He half chuckles, half scoffs to himself, “You’ve really done it this time you asshole. It feels more realistic than usual, like she’s really here.”
“Yangyang, look at me,” You demanded and he laughed to himself.
“Yes, dream girl. I’m always looking at you,” He offered up a dopey smile and you knew this conversation was going to have to wait until the morning.
“This is real, you idiot. It feels real because it is,” You huffed, brushes his bangs out of his face. “I am here with you, dummy, and I am very much in love with you.”
“Mhm, I love you too,” He mumbles back, “Are we gonna kiss now? Dream you never kisses me so that’s the only way I’ll know if this is real.”
“I feel like you are not as drunk as you are pretending to be,” You narrowed your eyes, “Are you playing with me right now?”
“Oh no baby, I am white girl wasted but I like hearing you tell me that you love me over and over even if it’s in my imagination. Say it again for me, will you?” He half-smiles, looking like he’s already falling back to sleep.
You give up and go along with it, whether he truly will remember this or not is a problem for tomorrow, for now, you’ll indulge him and yourself, “I love you stupid.”
Yangyang’s eyes are closed but he’s still smiling like an idiot. “Kiss me then,” He whispers, his hand on your back pushing you closer.
“You’re drunk,” You argued, a quickly losing battle.
“Drunk in love with you,” He giggled, “Just one kiss, please.”
“One and you’ll go to sleep?” You rolled your eyes and he nodded sluggishly.
You wiggled forward and kissed his nose to which he snorted, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
He was such a little shit but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t one of the reasons you fell for him. You pressed impossibly close and slotted your lips against his, a harsh chill running up your spine the moment you touched. Kissing him was far easier than you’d ever thought it could be. It felt so right in that moment you wanted to smack yourself for waiting so long.
He shifted enough to roll the top half of your body back against the pillows as he deepened the kiss and one turns into two, then three and four but Yangyang catches you off guard when he pulls away and presses a warm kiss to your forehead before laying back and pulling you down to lay against his bare chest, “I love you, dream girl, and I’ll make sure you believe me when we wake up from this nice dream tomorrow morning.”
“And I’ll make sure you get some meds for that raging hangover you’re going to have,” You giggled against his skin and within minutes you’re both fast asleep, eager for the confessions morning would bring.
Love Language →
Pairing: Na Jaemin (NCT) x GenderNeutral!Reader
Tags: 500 words, Fluff, Suggestive, NCT What Is Love? Event, Some dancing + kissing.
Summary: It’s nearly impossible to cook when bf!Jaemin is around.
“If you’re here to steal more food, you can forget it,” You huffed out the moment your boyfriend’s arms slipped around your waist and his chin hit your shoulder.
Jaemin hummed quietly, ignoring your words as he began to sway you both to the beat of a song only he could hear. It worked of course, the little frown on your lips slowly turning up at the corners and Jaemin paused his humming just long enough to kiss your cheek. He was truly a nuisance in the kitchen but he was impossible to stay mad at when he was like this.
You finally release the spoon in your hand and allow him to spin you around in his arms. “Hi,” he murmurs through a soft smile, pulling your arms up around his neck before returning his to your waist.
“Hi,” You smile back at him, your eyes meeting his own before falling to his lips out of habit. For some reason this always happened when you tried to make a meal for the two of you. Cooking leads to dancing, and dancing leads to kissing, and by the time you finally got around to eating, your food was cold and swiftly replaced with fresh takeout.
All your hard work gets put on the literal back burner when you look at him and that terribly wonderful smile he gives you every time he distracts you like this. Right on cue, he closes the distance, soft vibrations from his gentle humming pressing against your lips in a way that makes your knees weak. The moment his tongue slides over yours, you pull away with narrowed eyes.
“Not this time, you menace,” You playfully chided him and he didn’t even bother to look guilty.
Jaemin loosens his grip just enough to let you know that you’d won this round. He could be patient for a little while longer. Just long enough to sit for dinner before whisking you off to the bedroom like he had planned. You just knew his game all too well.
“Maybe food is my love language, baby,” Jaemin teases, stealing one more kiss before he lets you turn back to the stove though he is not inclined to release the grip on your waist, opting to place his head back on your shoulder.
“We both know exactly what your love language is, baby, and it isn’t food,” You laugh, one hand patting his linked hands while the other stirs the pot on the stove.
“You say that as if you’re not my favorite full course meal.”
“Oh my go- please!” You laugh harder, pulling a chuckle from Jaemin’s pretty mouth, “You’re lucky I love you because that line was heinous.”
Jaemin squeezes you softly and kisses you just below your ear, “Made you laugh didn’t I?”
“Mhm,” You mumble back, still stirring the pot dazedly as Jaemin’s lips trail over the column of your throat. Your eyes begin to close on their own but you’re startled back to reality when his teeth scrape over your pulse point and they fly back open as you wiggle away from his grip.
Study Buddies →
Pairing: Lee Jeno x GenderNeutral!Reader
Tags: 1.5k words, College!AU, Fluff, F2L, NCT What Is Love? Event
Warnings: None other than kissing and Jeno being REALLY cute.
Summary: When three out of five members of your study group suddenly drop out, you're stuck going solo with Jeno with whom you share a mutual crush neither of you knows about.
You were in the middle of a lecture when your phone buzzed in your pocket and you discreetly pulled it while the professor droned on to check your messages. It was your friend, who was also a part of your study group, letting you know she was feeling under the weather and wouldn’t be able to meet up later. Ok, no problem there were three other people in the group aside from you.
In the process of tucking your phone away, it buzzed again and you pulled it out far enough to see a message from another member of your group who was going to skip today’s session because of a family thing. Your brows bunched up in confusion. It was weird that two people texted about missing study at the same time but still, there were at least three of you left now. No need to worry.
Finally managing to make it to the end of class without falling asleep, you’d gone back to your dorm in hopes of actually catching a quick nap before you had to get ready to meet up with the others for your study group. Again, your phone buzzes and your huff of exasperation gets caught in your throat when you see who’s texting you now.
Jeno [2:47pm]: Hey…
Jeno [2:47pm]: So, just got a text from Chan that he won’t be coming.
You [2:48pm]: Seriously? What is up with everybody today?
You [2:49pm]: JJ and Sylvi aren’t coming either.
Jeno [2:50pm]: Yeah, I heard. Guess it’s just you and I today?
You flopped back onto your bed and let out a loud squeal. Thank god your roommate was out of town because you didn’t want to hear their teasing right now. They knew how much you liked Jeno and the fact that it would just be the two of you studying together today? The only thing you’d be able to focus on was his phenomenal bone structure. This was a disaster waiting to happen.
Jeno [2:54pm]: I mean, we don’t have to...we could just cancel today if you want like I would understand if you didn’t want to
You [2:55pm]: NO
You [2:55pm]: I mean like, no, we should still do it.
You [2:55pm]: Study. We should study.
Jeno grinned to himself, stifling a little chuckle of amusement as he read your frantic incoming texts. He had the most ridiculous, obvious crush on you and he was stoked for the opportunity to hang out with you alone for the first time. Even if it was just to study, he had hoped it would be a good practice run for your first date...whenever he finally had the confidence to ask you out for one.
Jeno [2:57pm]: Okay cool :)
You [2:58pm]: So...still library at 4 then?
Jeno [3:00pm]: I was thinking we could go somewhere else…
It was 4:04pm by the time you made it to the park, having spent far too much time debating what to wear to your study date. Ahem, session.
You had a hard time finding him at first but there he was, sitting atop a gray blanket under a large tree with his headphones in listening to music while he waited for you. He looked far better than you were hoping he would. Not a pizza stain in sight, not a single hair out of place. You wouldn’t retain a single drop of knowledge and you knew it.
“Hey,” You heard him call out once you got close enough and he pulled his headphones out, putting them in his bag before sitting up and making room for you to sit next to him.
“Hi,” You greet him with a smile perhaps two sizes too big, “Sorry I’m late. There was uhh...traffic.”
Jeno bit his lip to stifle a laugh which didn’t help your nervousness a bit. “You drove here?” He knew the park was literally a five minute walk from your dorm.
You mumbled something under your breath and plopped down next to him but you miscalculated and accidentally bumped into him, landing far closer than you intended. “I’m so sorry!” You gasped, quickly scooting away in a panic, not noticing Jeno’s smile growing wider by the second.
“Everything cool?” He asked suddenly and your head whipped around in his direction, eyes comically wide.
“Yes, cool? Why wouldn’t it be cool? We’re studying. Together. In a park. Everything is great.” Smooth, wonderful job at keeping it together you mentally scolded yourself.
Jeno wanted to scream. You were so cute it was almost physically impossible for his smile to spread any further and it felt like his lips would tear at any moment but he couldn’t care less. He was so infatuated with everything you did and said as if cupid had struck him stupid.
“You wanna start with chapter three?” He said instead, impressed with his own ability to pull it together and form a coherent sentence without grinning too much.
The next thirty minutes were spent in relative silence. You sat in front of one another, your books situated in your laps as you attempted to read through the course material. It was actually spent stealing glances while the other wasn’t looking and you were both so good at it by now that neither of you knew the other was doing it.
Unfortunately one small timing mishap led to you both meeting each other's eyes and quickly looking down and pretending nothing happened. After a few minutes you tried peaking at him again and jolted backward in surprise when you saw Jeno stretching a hand out toward your face. He tugged it back down to his lap and sputtered.
“I’m sorry, you just- well there’s something in your hair,” He told you and both of your hands shot up to get rid of it. You may or may not have an intense fear of flying insects and immediately panicked, your face contorting anxiously.
Jeno leaned forward, his hands grabbing both of yours to lower them from their frantic search, “It’s okay, it’s just moss from the tree,” He assured you and your heart rate slowed just marginally, “Here, let me help you.”
You sit as still as possible as Jeno sits up on his knees and untangles the moss from your hair as gently as possible, all while you are forced to sit face to chest with him. You’re not sure if the universe is just being cruel or is offering you this moment as a gift and the scent of Jeno’s cologne tickling your nose doesn’t help you decide.
“There we go,” He says, falling back on his heels to smile at you. You’re just about to thank him when he reaches out again to fix a piece of hair that ended up on the wrong side of your part before letting his fingers smooth over the strands before pulling away.
Suddenly you’re both blushing and looking away, trying to come up with any excuse for the intimacy of his actions. You’re the first to look up and cut through the silence, “Thank you, Jeno.”
He meets your eyes and smiles bashfully, “Ah, it’s no problem. Guess there’s a few more hazards out here than in the library.”
Your fingers play with the hem of your shirt as you smile back at him, “It’s really beautiful though, I’m glad we came out here instead. It’s almost the perfect place for a da-” Your eyes popped open wide when you realized what you were about to say but Jeno doesn’t miss a beat.
“A date?” He asks, something sounding rather hopeful in his voice.
The heat in your cheeks is almost searing as you nod at him, your eyes on the blanket, the grass, looking anywhere but his beautiful face. A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt something warm against your skin and you looked down to see Jeno’s hand covering your own. You gather up all your courage to look up at him as he speaks to you.
“I hope I’m not about to embarrass myself entirely, but,” He took a deep breath in and your eyes were fixed on his, awaiting his next words, “I really like you, like a lot,” he laughs and the icy hold of anxiety in your chest cracks, immediate warmth filling you up. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out, but we’ve never really hung out alone before and I wasn’t sure if you felt the same and I didn’t want to make things weird of course.”
Jeno’s words are promptly cut off when you lean forward and kiss him out of the blue. It’s short, sweet, but definitely gets the point across that you like him too, very much. You pull back with a shy smile on your lips and Jeno’s the one tugging you closer, the suddenness causing you to topple into his lap as he presses his lips against yours.
And that is how you spend the rest of your study session or date, or whatever you wanted to call it at this point. Laughing about your long term mutual crushes on each other, abandoning your books in favor of talking, and stealing a kiss every now and again just because you could.
Little did you know the remainder of your study group were actually huddled around a table in the furthest corner of the library, wondering if their plan to ditch and get the two of you alone to finally confess to each other actually worked.
The Universe →
Pairing: Haechan (NCT) x GenderNeutral!Reader
Tags: 500 words, Romance, Just hyuck thinkin’ about love, NCT What is Love? Event. No warnings.
Summary: Donghyuck reflects on how the universe brought you together and made the complex idea of love far simpler than he’d ever imagined.
Lee Donghyuck laughed at the prospect of love at first sight.
It was impossible. There was no way you could look at someone and see your whole life come together before your eyes like some sappy motion picture or a story book full of fantastical nonsense. You couldn’t fall in love with a total stranger before meeting them and he was certain there were no cartoon heart-eyes popping out of his sockets anytime soon.
The universe always had the last laugh though.
He still remembers the way time froze when you’d walked into the university’s bookstore that one fall afternoon and he’d earned several hard stares as the stack of textbooks fell from his arms and clattered to the floor. He remembers the look of worry when you’d hurried over and knelt before him, your words muffled in his brain.
He remembers the rush in his ears and the sudden clarity of your melodic voice finally reaching him when your fingers came around his wrist. You’d smiled so softly and he felt like a fool but he smiled back before he could stop himself and he had known then there was no going back. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he’d let you walk away.
There it was, painted in his mind more clearly than he had ever thought possible. The beginning, the middle, and the end. His whole life mapped out before him with your smiling face at every turn.
The memory of your first meeting always pops up during these early mornings where sleep evades him and he spends an absurd amount of time looking at you laying next to him. His eyes trace over your silhouette under the sheets and he’s just barely able to follow the outline of your face in the dark. For the last three years, he’s tried to figure out how the universe had the divine ability to create someone like you.
A person so wonderfully made to match him, to balance out all of his imperfections and make him a better version of himself. He liked to think he did the same for you but in his mind, you were always going to be his better half. He’d never truly figure out how you came to be or how he was lucky enough to be in the bookstore that day when he was supposed to be in the cafeteria meeting with a classmate who’d canceled on him last minute.
There is no way that you weren’t supposed to meet. That he wasn’t going to fall for you the very moment you’d stepped through the door. He’d hated to talk about fate or destiny because he still thought it sounded a little silly while it also pointed out the hypocrisy in his mentality but what else could it have been if not fate?
And so, Donghyuck stopped questioning how and why your love came to be and he learned to laugh along with the universe, accepting his descent into hopeless romanticism and a lifetime of happiness with you by his side.
