#nctwish fluff

[ukiyoux]

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟love manicure - Fujinaga Sakuya ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ꕤ warnings: just pure fluff!! friends to more/lovers

ꕤ word count: 1.2k

ꕤ authors note: it took me so long to get to this ask sorry mimi 🥹 but here you go, also thank you for helping me think of a title!! i had a lot of fun writing it. It’ll probably be my last fic for a while (i say this and then i’ll end up writing something else). This was the cutest idea evaaa. (for @ikigaijo)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚currently listening: affection - between friends*ੈ✩‧₊˚

.☘︎ ݁˖あしたの　じぶんを　すこしだけ　よくする .☘︎ ݁˖

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Colourful bottles of nail polish were strewn across the carpet in your living room, Sakuya had barged into your apartment early that morning begging you to paint his nails. He had made himself at home on your couch, his pink hoodie and shoes thrown on the floor, he was laid out across the cushions, blankets piled on top of him. All you could really see was his face poking out of a small hole he had made to watch you walk around. Sakuya and you had been friends since you were kids, you spent every day together, never tiring of one another's company. He was there for you through breakups, through fallouts, through family issues, he was your rock. 

Sakuya was giggling under his blankets, the volume on his phone blasting through the apartment. You had to finish some chores before you could sit with him so you left him be, you had just finished some dishes and brought him a small mug of green tea. He gave you a small groan as a thank you and went back to whatever he was watching. 

You did your chores for about another forty five minutes before you were finally done and could spend time with Sakuya. He was still glued to his phone, the green tea you had given him was untouched still sitting on the side table you had placed it on. “I spent hours brewing this for you” you joked sarcastically, Sakuya looked up from his phone and rolled his eyes, a gentle tug at the corner of his lips. You started pulling on his legs, “move over Sakuya!” you squealed. He locked up his legs, trying hard to make sure you couldn’t sit down. Sakuya acted just like an annoying child, he was annoying and did everything in his power to piss you off, but he always always made sure that you were okay, no matter what. He was a gentleman but would still be a young boy at heart in the way he acted and what he liked.

Finally he gave in, he moved his legs and let you sit down next to him. He threw the blankets covering him over you and moved in closer. “So, what do you wanna do today?” 

- - -

You two had been sitting around for a few hours, just on the couch talking. Sakuya had been rambling out something for a while and you had zoned out. “y/n?... y/nnnnn?” he waved his hand in front of your face “are you even listening to me?” he pouted in that mocking way, he kept frantically waving his hand. “Yes, yes i was listening” you rolled your eyes at him and flashed a false innocent smile. Sakuya folded his arms across his chest and continued pouting, “yea, right. What did I just say?” His tone was interrogational and stern, but it didn't last for long. Within seconds he had burst into laughter right in your face. “You looked so serious y/n, chill out.” Tears were bubbling at his eyes as he clenched his stomach. “Whatever!” you had joined him in his manic laughter. Both of you holding your sides and hitting one another. 

You two had finally started to calm down after what felt like an eternity of laughing, when Sakuya springs up from the couch “ok paint my nails now!!” he demands, you throw him an expectant look waiting for a please. He realises and folds his arms again, “fine… please or whatever” you motion for him to sit on the floor. He does as he's told and sits on a small, pink floor cushion. You open up the double doors across the room and let the warm summer breeze flow into the apartment. The delicate, crystalline sounds of the glass windchimes outside filled the air. You sat down next to Sakuya and you two started to choose the colours.

- - -

You had just finished his first hand when Sakuya pulled away. You looked up at him, confusion spreading across your face. You tried to pull his hand back but he wouldn't let you. He looked nervous. “Sakuya? What?” you raised your eyebrows at him and tried again to pull his hand back. “Y/n..” his voice was shaky, he looked terrified. He had gone silent after a few minutes of you painting his nails, but you just put it down to him being calm, this seemed more serious. “Sakuya, you're making me nervous, what?” he wasn't looking at you, he was staring at the floor. “Y/n, i love you…” his gaze finally met yours, his cheeks were bright pink. “Well yea i love you too idiot, what are you acting like this for.” You were so confused, he was acting so strange. You placed the brush back into its bottle and screwed the lid on. “No like… I love you. I don't want to just be friends anymore, I want to be more than that. I love the time that we spend together, the way you talk to me and the way I get to listen. But I want to be able to do all of this as more than friends, I want to be able to do this as your boyfriend… if that's something that you would want of course?” you didn't know what to say, you had no idea he felt this way. He was saying what you had wanted to hear for years, the way he cared for you and loved you had given you this desire to be more than friends and maybe it was finally happening. “I… uh… YES, oh my god you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask that Sakuya.” You threw yourself into his arms, wrapping yours tightly around his neck. You could feel his heart racing, how cute. “Really?” he still sounded so nervous, as if he was still waiting for a genuine response. “Yes, really idiot.” you gave him a big stupid smile and hugged him again, pulling him closer. He brought one of his hands up to the back of your head and stroked your hair gently. 

The childish boy who was here no more than an hour ago had disappeared and was replaced with this gentle and loving one, even though he still was childish it was different now. Sakuya pressed his lips into the side of your head, “i love you so much Y/n, more than I can ever say” he sounded somewhat tearful. “I love you too, Sakuya, to the moon.” 

You two stayed there for a while, in one another's arms. The both of you didn't want the moment to end.

- - - 

Sakuya pulled away, his face had gone serious again, “ok, enough of that. My nails need finishing.” you burst out laughing and he joined in. His hand cupped your face and he planted a kiss on your lips, his were soft and tasted of strawberry. You leant in to the kiss, not wanting to pull away. He broke it first, “ok but seriously can we finish my nails now please?” he pouted at you again, pleadingly. “We can do this as much as you would like later I promise.” His eyes were gentle and playful. You nodded in agreement, before grabbing his hand back and started to paint again.

[ukiyoux]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ 📰 A man not a boy - Oh Sion 𓂃۶ৎ

ꕤ warnings: some cursing and slightly suggestive, mentions of toxic past relationships, alcohol mentioned. hugging and kissing but mostly just pure fluff.

ꕤ word count: 2.2k

ꕤ authors note: so excited for my first nct wish fic!! I hope you all enjoy it. The longest fic I've done yet, I'm quite happy with it and I think it sort of fits Sion. I can imagine him being a big softy once he really likes someone. anyway!! I hope all the wishzens enjoy. Any support is greatly appreciated x

ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ currently playing: guys my age - Hey violet ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔

Relationships had never been your forte. Whenever you dated someone they always turned out to be dicks. They would cheat, manipulate and just be the worst possible idea of a boyfriend. Your last relationship ended on bad terms. He was the childish type. He kicked and screamed when you told him to do something or change how he acted, and then when you told him you wanted to end things the tantrums were even worse, talk about being a manchild. He had been cheating on you for months, he told that it was ‘just a mistake’ and that he ‘would never ever do it again just please don't leave him.’ All you could do was roll your eyes and pack your things. He tried calling you so many times, begging for you back but he wouldn't have changed. This time you didn't go back, this time you didn't feel bad. You were so done with being treated like you were nothing. You didn't deserve it, you deserved someone who gave a shit and you didn't deserve to spend the rest of your life with some inconsiderate prick. A good man who would treat you right felt like some sort of fairytale though, a needle in a haystack. You were officially done with dating, but that didn't really last for very long.

- - -

After moving into your own apartment you had to find a new job, it was this waitressing job at this fancy michelin star italian restaurant downtown. It paid enough to just cover the rent, bills and utilities so you were happy enough. The customers there were snobby and rude, they acted as if they were entitled to your soul, but it was good enough for you. Your apartment was a small, rustic building. Open plan with brick walls and an industrial vibe, like the apartments you would see in a 2000s romcom. It was perfect, a good fresh start and a place to call home. Finally. 

- - -

It was a wednesday night, normally would be slow at work but you were practically swept off your feet. Customers were being sat left and right, it was the epitome of hell. You were sweating buckets and you couldn't get a chance to cool down, and then the hostess seats another table in your section. Luckily, it was only one man but he looked like someone who was going to be difficult. He was wearing a perfectly pressed suit, not a wrinkle or crease in sight. His hair combed and gelled, and glasses placed carefully on the bridge of his nose. You walk to his table with a smile and a menu in your hand. “Hi sir, how are you this evening? Here's a menu for you,” he didn't look up at you and just waved you away. You raise your eyebrows and just turn away. You knew it was another entitled asshole. You finally had a minute to yourself so you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. It was about 8:30pm and summer so the sun was still beaming down on you, it was refreshing and calming, just what you needed considering how your evening was going.

- - -

You had been back inside for all of two seconds when the man in the suit waved you over to his table, you complied and put on a sickly sweet smile. “What can I get for you sir?” you say in the best customer service voice you can muster, he still didn't look at you. “Ill take a whiskey… on the rocks, and a steak, I want that rare.” His voice was monotone, boring but there was a hint of something else there, a nervousness. It was surprising, he seemed so sure of himself and uptight but maybe there was more to him. “Sure, ill get those in for you right away” you smile at him again, he looks up at you this time and gives you a small smile, barely there but enough for you to see. 

You kept glancing over at the man throughout the entirety of your shift, there was something about him that had you in some sort of chokehold. That smile he gave you had you under this trance that you just couldn't shake. He came over to you to pay after he had finished his meal, paid by card, and then slipped you a twenty dollar bill and a small note with a number scrawled on it. Had this man seriously just handed you his number… you were in shock, but also intrigued, the urge to message was strong. You stuffed it in your pocket along with the twenty, maybe later.

- - -

Your shift finished at around 11pm and you headed out, it was dark now and the spring breeze was brisk. You slipped your hands into your pockets, the note was still there even if it was slightly crumpled. You pulled it out, reading the numbers on it over and over, considering whether you should text him or not. Dating was supposed to be out of the question but you were seriously considering this one. He seemed cold from what you had seen but something felt different this time, a kindness hidden under the facade somewhere. So you did it. Without a second thought you were typing his number in, you got half way, you stopped yourself, why would someone like him be interested in someone like you… ok what were you thinking this is stupid, why else would he hand you his number. You finish typing it in. What were you supposed to say, you had never been the one to make the first move, you weren't bold enough. You had stopped walking without realising, just stood still in the middle of the street staring at your phone. Recollecting yourself, you took a deep breath and started walking again. 

- - -

It had been about 4 days and you still hadn't messaged the man. You just had no idea what to say. Sure he was hot, but that doesn’t make it easier. If anything it makes it harder. Your shift was busy, you hadn’t stopped since you clocked in. It was hot too, rays of evening sun burning through the windows of the restaurant. You were coming back from running food when you saw him. He was just standing at the bar talking to the bartender. God what was he doing here. You feel your cheeks get hot and you turn away. “Hey!! y/n this man was asking for you, come here.” fuck. You had no idea how you were gonna get yourself out of this one, so you just accepted fate and walked over.

He was smiling, this sly smile that had you melting slightly. He looked as well presented as he did the last time you two met. “How can I help you?” you didn't really know what else to say, your words came out in that sickly sweet customer service voice. He let out this low chuckle that again made you melt. There was something about him, something intoxicating that pulled you in. “i just wanted to see you doll” his eyes flicked up and down your body, his tongue wetting his lips slightly. His dark eyes were burning into yours. You couldn't hold his eye contact anymore, it was too intense, almost animalistic. “I didn't hear from you, I was worried.” your words had completely left you, you had been rendered useless just by the look of this man in front of you. It was ridiculous, you had never had this reaction to someone simply talking to you before. “No words huh? That's ok, let me do the talking.” he might as well undress you right there, the eye fucking was becoming insane. “I’ll pick you up after you shift, I'll treat you to some dinner if you'd like.” You still couldn't speak. He stared at you for longer this time, expecting for you to speak. “Ok yea sure, sorry…I uhh was out of it.” your voice was meek. He gives you a soft, gentle smile, something you didn't expect out of him. “Here” he handed you his phone, you looked at him confused and raised an eyebrow. “Put your number in, so I can text you.” You nodded and started typing. You could still feel his eyes burning into you. You handed it back to him, you felt nervous but that good type of nervous that slowly turns into a ball of excitement. “My name is Sion by the way, Oh Sion. And I'm guessing you’re y/n?”  

“Yea thats right.” you hand him back his phone, “there you are” he gives you a smile. “I’ll text you later, I'll pick you up.” He doesn't wait for your reply before walking out of the door leaving you speechless.

- - - 

As he had said, Sion picked you up after your shift had finished. He was driving this fancy car, a Rolls Royce. You were scared to even sit in it, you were pretty sure one of the seats probably cost more than your apartment. Sion kept glancing over at you, he could feel your nerves radiating through your skin. You watched as his hand slipped closer to yours over the small partition between your seats. “This may be bold, but may I?” he motioned to your hand, his voice was once again gentle. You nodded and he slipped his hand over yours, his fingers tangling with yours. He didn't let go for the rest of the drive.

The restaurant he took you to was quiet, the waiters and waitresses all wore shirts and ties. It felt expensive, even the air was posh. You were shown to your table, Sion pulled out your chair for you and pushed it in once you were seated. The menu was extensive, with so many different dishes, things you had never heard of before. It was overwhelming to say the least. 

In the end, you had Sion pick something for you. It was delicious, some sort of pasta with all of these different colours and flavours, like nothing you had ever tasted before. 

Sion was staring at you, both of you had finished your meals and were sharing a bottle of this white wine that probably cost more than your yearly wages. Deep down you felt almost humiliated, the fact that he was here just blowing that much money on something so insignificant as if it was nothing and you could just about pay your bills every month. The staring from him got more intense, he was trying to read you, he knew something was up. “y/n? Are you ok, do you not like the wine?” uncertainty stained his words, if he was trying to hide it he was doing an awful job. “No, it's lovely, it's just.. I don't entirely feel like I belong is all.” You looked into your glass, and swished it around awkwardly. Sion's hand practically flew over the table and grabbed a hold of yours, “of course you do, I want you here, you belong here with me. Please don’t think otherwise” his words were certain this time, reassuring and nothing but kind. He was different, he felt like the one.

- - -

It had been about 8months of Sion and you seeing one another. It was the best relationship you had ever been in. He was caring, kind and showed genuine love for you. Everything you could have ever dreamed of. Sion was the epitome of a gentleman, he took you out, he gave you gifts, he took the best care of you whenever you needed it. You practically lived at his place. He had become the home you didn't know you needed. It was late on a Friday, about 7pm. Sion had just got home. “Baby!! You here?” he shouted down the hallway as he took off his shoes. You run to him. “HI!!!” you yell as you jump into his arms, he laughs and catches you before spinning around. He plants a kiss on your forehead and then your lips, his were soft and warm and you didn't want the moment to end. He pulls away, “have you eaten dinner yet?” he says looking up at the clock on the wall, looking back at you with slight concern. “No I was waiting for you, I wanted to order takeout and didn't know what you wanted.” he lowered you to the floor slowly and placed another kiss on your forehead. “What do you feel like eating? I could probably devour a burger right now” he started to slowly loosen his tie and rolled his neck back, no matter what he did he always managed to be hot. “I could go for burgers.” you smiled at him, biting your bottom lip. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your lips into his, he deepened it He pulled away, “I'll order those burgers.” His breath was fast and so was his heartbeat. You nodded and pressed your lips back onto his, “god i love you y/n” 

“I love you too, Sion”

This was finally the man you deserved, the man you had dreamt of, and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him.