It’s been an hour since your phone rang that night.
An hour since Doyoung called you in the middle of the night to say “Can you meet me today, Y/N? I need you.”
An hour since you’ve frantically changed into your winter clothes and waited at your usual spot and sat at a bench in the middle of a freezing winter night just to wait for him.
“Hey, Y/N. Did I make you wait too long?” Doyoung said apologetically as he scratched his nape in embarrassment.”
“No. Not at all.” And then you smile. It was a smile of liar. A liar that had been in love with her bestfriend for three damn years.
He wrapped his arms around you as you walked the familiar path towards your spot. Doyoung would always ask about how your day went(even though you just told him prior to meeting him that night) and then you’d always respond, “It was fine. Nothing new. Let’s just talk about yours.”
This would trigger his toothy smile. He always loved it when someone lets him vent out and would listen to his stories enthusiastically. Moments like this expanded your vocabulary, thinking of words that are similar to “that’s cool, sounds awesome, can’t wait to see/hear it.”
And somehow, you’re just satisfied of that dynamic. You’re satisfied being that confidant, someone he can vent his feelings into and hear thoughts that he usually keeps to himself. This will go on until you reach his favorite noodle shop. As usual, it’s his treat. He would always apologize for bothering you in the first place and make it up to you by treating you with deep talks and a bowl of hot ramen.
As you sat down, you exchanged glances with the owner of the shop. You’ve been there for too many times that she didn’t even bother asking what your order is. Within minutes, you’re served with two steaming spicy ramen that she always finished off by saying “You really look good together. The prettiest couple that I’ve had in this shop.”
For some reason, the both of you never found it in you to correct the nice old lady. The thought of correcting it now might break her heart. Or yours.
You both thanked the lady for the meal and started digging down the meal.
And as per usual, you’ll ask him “Why’d you call?”
He sighs as he sets his chopsticks down for a moment before answering
“Today’s filming didn’t go so well. I needed some time to relax.” You nodded. It was a way to let him know to go on without interrupting him.
He grabbed the chopsticks and took a few bites before speaking again.
“The director didn’t like the way I did a scene earlier and it took a lot of takes before finally deciding to just postpone the scene altogether.”
“Mhm. What was the scene about?”
“Well…”
Doyoung placed his bowl down and started to recall the moment earlier.
“I told you that my role is a guy that’s been in love with his bestfriend for a long time…”
You snickered in silence as you heard him say that statement. Oh, the sweet irony of it all.
“… and then there’s the confession scene, where my character finally tells her how he feels. The director says I don’t look in love enough. Whatever that means.”
You can’t even see that I’m in love you.
The thought popped into your head, making you smile but you tried to hide it so he won’t mistake it as you making fun of him. This time, it was your turn to stop eating. You set your bowl aside and turned the stool around to face him.
“Let me see it.”
“See what?”
“Pretend I’m the female lead. Maybe I can see where the problem is.”
He sat there, surprised at the impromptu acting lessons that he’s being offered right now.
“Are you being serious right now?”
You nodded.
“Absolutely. Let’s do it while we’re the only ones here.”
His eyes are still wide, either from shock or the disbelief.
Whatever it is, he trusted you enough to submit to your request. He himself couldn’t believe that he’s about to do this scene, and in front of his bestfriend nonetheless. Doyoung poured himself a glass of water and gulped it to gather a bit of courage to do it. He turned towards your direction and then shyly smiled as your gazes met.
“Come on... Just deliver your line.” You said reassuringly and tried to contain your emotions so it won’t distract him.
He took a deep breathe before his expression completely changed. He looked a lot more serious, doing such a good job at it that you almost forgot that he’s just acting.
“Y/N-ah…”
Him saying your name is enough to make you squeal internally. It felt like your brain is malfunctioning and realized that this may not be a good idea afterall. It was too late late for that though.
His lowered his head as if he’s trying to hide his emotions. You just sat there in anticipation as he started to warm up to his role.
“Y/N-ah. Believe me when I say I tried hard. I tried to hold it back because I know you don’t see me that way...”
He takes a deep breath as he took your hand and stared at it before caressing it with care. It took him a while before he finally stares at you with a sad look in his eyes.
“Please promise me that you won’t leave me after this. I care for you too much to lose you.”
Tears are already forming in his eyes. At this point, you’re actually convinced that he’s about to snap and breakdown at that moment.
At this point, you’re starting believe that he actually liked you all this time. That you’re not the only one that feels that way.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying this because I want you to love me back. I just want you to understand why I’ve been acting this way.
He went quiet for a moment, his formed a sad smile as he stares into nothing trying to compose himself.
“I love you. I’ve been fucking in love with you all this time Y/N. But you don’t seem to notice that, can you?”
You swallowed an imaginary lump in your throat as he looked at you with literal tears in his eyes. Before you get lost in that moment even more, you laughed nervously as you took your hand away from him.
The tension in the air finally broke and he goes back to his usual self. He used his sweater to wipe off the tears in his eyes like it was nothing.
You clapped at his performance and he felt a little shy, hiding his face with his arms while you teased him about his performance. He doesn’t want to let his face show but you reminded him about that the ramen is going cold. Before you know it, you’re back to laughing at each other’s jokes and the night has came to an end. He gladly paid the bill and the both of you left the store satisfied.
And just as the routine goes, he walked with you towards the bus stop as the night comes to an end. The both you stood at a shed while you wait for the bus to arrive.
The silence once again creeps in between the two of you as you felt the withdrawals from the height of emotions that the two of you felt earlier.
It took you a while before you finally spoke up.
“I can see now what the director’s talking about. You’re missing something.”
Your voice broke the tension in the air at that moment.
“You need more… desperation.” Your heart is still pounding at this point but you tried to calm yourself out as you give him actual advice to improve himself.
“What do you mean?”
“The way that I see it, you’re afraid that the girl will leave you after the confession. It would sound more sincere if you looked more distressed. Like you would lose everything if she decided not to talk to you anymore. At least that’s what I think.”
Just then, the sound of an incoming bus came zooming in. The two of you faced each other to say goodbye.
And just like always, he pulled you in the tightest and warmest hug that you’ve gotten your whole life.
“I knew it was a good idea to call you. Thank you for keeping me company again, Y/N.”
“Don’t mention it.”
You smiled widely as your push him away so as not to keep the bus from waiting.
And just like always, it took you eight steps to turn your back away from him and hopped inside the bus. At the last step, you’ll turn around for one last time to wave. That is, only to find out that he’s already walking away, back to his own world until he decides to call you again in the middle of the night to say he needs you.
reader x former bestfriend's ex-boyfriend!lee jeno
genre: suggestive (bordering smutty territory), crack at the end
warnings: steamy makeout session, dirty dancing, mentions of alcohol and cheating
word count: 488
Synopsis: You and Jeno got cheated on by your significant others and you took that opportunity to make them see what they missed out on.
networks: @nctcreations @kdiarynet @kpopscape
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Cheap vodka and overtly sexual pop songs might just be the thing that you need tonight. You've recently found out that your ex, Jaemin, has been cheating on you with your bestfriend. You're sure that the two of them will be at the house party tonight too, but hell be damned if you'd let them ruin this party for you too.
You have found yourself in the middle of the crowd, dancing and grinding to both men and women alike. It's been a while since you've partied hard like a single woman and you must admit, it felt good to be back. You were caught in the moment when you realized that the guy behind you is already starting to getting a bit handsy. You turned your head to see Jeno's biceps all over your arms and body. He seems to be caught up in the dancing as well.
The two of you exchanged meaningful glances. There's something behind your smiles that know full well why the other is there.
His slender fingers made its way to your hips, decreasing the gap between the two of you even more. The grinding is getting more and more heated that people are starting to watch. You swayed your hips more seductively, clearly liking the attention that you're getting from the crowd.
His mouth lightly touches your ear as he whispered, "They're watching us."
The grin on your face grew wider when you understood what he meant. Just a few meters away, a jerk named Na Jaemin was standing next to the snake that he cheated on you with. Coincidentally, she's also Lee Jeno's ex girlfriend.
"What do you say..." Jeno whispered from behind once again. "Let's give them a little show?"
You can't tell whether it's the alcohol or the rage made you bold that night, but the audacity to turn around and crash your lips to Jeno's surprised you. The guy returned the favor by running one hand on face while the other hugged your waist to pull you closer towards him. The kiss was flashy, hands all over each other like no one's watching. Little sighs escaped your lips as the kiss grew hungrier and greedier. It didn't take long before the crowd cheered for the live show that you're serving them that evening.
You broke away from the kiss, your face heating from the adrenaline. However, the proximity between you and Jeno remained.
The mix of excitement and embarrassment made you a bit giggly.
"How do they look?"
You asked, referring to the couple on the other side of the room.
"Horrified."
He buried his face on your neck to hide the grin growing on his lips. You swear you can feel vibrations as he forced himself not to laugh and expose your impromptu ploy to get back at your exes.
"We should totally get out of here and make them think we're going home together."
"Oh, definitely."
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ps: this is probably the raunchiest piece that I ever wrote. I haven't quite nailed writing smut yet, but I'm considering on writing at least one this year. I'm also debating whether I should make a separate blog for the more NSFW fics. I'll announce it as soon as I have made up my mind :3
The blanket slipped over from your body so you felt a cold breeze touch your exposed shoulders. The shiver woke you up and so you pulled the blanket over your head to warm yourself. Unable to lull yourself back to sleep, you checked your phone to see what time it is. It wasn't unusual for you to wake up before your alarm clock but you wanted to go back to sleep so much.
You shifted and turned over to face the sleeping Jaemin right beside you. He's curled up and his hands is shielding the light coming out from the window. For a tall guy, he sure looks like a baby. You scooted closer to brush his hair up and give him a kiss on his forehead.
You retracted back to your side to get up but long, slender arms pulled you back to the bed, making you yelp in surprise. He pulled you towards his body and wrapped both his arms and legs around you like you're a teddy bear. You can feel his warm breathe as he buried his face in yours.
"Jaemin-ah, let me go. I'm making breakfast."
You tapped on his arms gently so he'll let you go. All you got is a whiny Nooo before he hugged you tighter this time.
You tried removing his grasp around your body. However, he keeps bringing them back in and instead pulls you closer to him every time. You sigh in defeat knowing that he's much stronger physically that you.
"Would you rather make breakfast then?" You felt him shook his head. "Just stay..." He said, voice still groggy from just waking up.
"Fine..." He probably dozed off once again because his grip over you loosened. However, you're still trapped in his embrace, a situation that you can't decide whether to be happy or mad about. You sigh once again and just tried adjusting the blanket at the best of your abilities so you can go back to sleep once again.
ps: I’m back. kinda. here’s another shortie to pass your time.
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"Excuse me. What did you just say to me?"
It wasn't really a question that needed an answer. It was question that you asked Haechan to try and give him a chance to retract his statement.
"You heard me. I said, you look stupid."
While you are getting your teeth, Haechan remained unfazed. He is seemingly occupied with the textbook that he was reading from across the room. This irked you even more. You finally set your textbook down and folded your arms.
"What the hell is your problem?"
Haechan mumbles to himself as he nonchalantly flips through the pages of the whatever it is that he's reading.
"That thing on your ear. It looks ugly."
He's talking about the dangling earrings that you are currently wearing. It was a little figurine of Santa's sleigh with a bunch of little reeindeers. It made it look like they were flying across your ear.
You scoffed at him. However he just stuck his tongue out as a response. Times like this make you question why the two of you are friends at all.
"The only thing that's ugly here is you. And I'll have you know, Mark Lee gave them to me as a gift."
"Really? That's stupider."
You were this close to punching him but then you're at his house and you wouldn't want to upset him when his mom is around.
"Stupider isn't even a word, dumbass."
"Yes it is. I just said it."
You felt a vein pop on the top of your head. At this point, you are now gritting your teeth and your patience is wearing thin.
"Why are you so pressed about earrings? If you wanted them so badly, I'd tell Mark to buy you one too.”
He threw his textbook aside, looking visibly pissed.
"Those didn't even come from Mark."
You're taken aback by his response, but you're not the type to back down. After all, this isn't the first time that you raised your voice at each other.
"How would you know?! Besides, the letter inside clearly says M. Lee!"
Haechan tried to massage his temples, trying to calm himself down as if you said something offensive.
"Mark isn't the only one with a Lee surname you know?"
You finally stood from your seat and placed a hand on your hip.
"Well it wouldn't be Jeno since J doesn't look anything like M."
This time, it was his turn to stand up.
"It was me who gave it to you! That was a goddamn H, not an M! I like you, but you're such a dumdum."
There was a long moment of silence. The two of you just stood there, frozen. You stayed still, realizing what just happened. Meanwhile, Haechan raised an eyebrow at you, signalling you to speak up.
"Did you just confess to me?"
You fought the urge to smile but failed miserably. So did he.
"Oh shut up. I just gave you a gift and you just assumed it's from Mark Lee."
Your smiles grew wider as you stare at other, none of you wanting to make a move.
He, finally, steps in with his hands on his pockets and stopped in front of you. He is trying to hide his reaction and make it seem like he’s cool or something.
"Up for a movie later?"
He asked shyly. This time, a grin flashed on your face when you’re suddenly reminded why the two of you are close in the first place. You’re the only one who can make this guy feel like this.
"Only if you're paying."
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This is what I imagined my interaction with Haechan would look like. I really don’t think you shouldn’t put us in the same room.
You are suddenly awakened by the cold, morning breeze. Instinctively, it made you shiver and you hid yourself under the thin blanket, which didn't help in warming you up. Upon seeing your condition, Johnny pulls you in and wrapped his long limbs in your body, pressing you closer to the heat of his body.
"Better?"
He asked in this low, bedroom voice that he has whenever he's still sleepy or had woken up. You shook your head. Your front was warm and cozy but your back is still exposed to the freezing cold.
An idea popped into your head. You grabbed the hem of his hoodie and started lifted it up.
"Isn't that a bit too early?"
Johnny said jokingly but you just shushed him up. You snaked your hand inside to feel the warmth of his body more. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depends how you look at it), there was another shirt inside.
Johnny watched you attentively as you snaked inside his hoodie while he was still wearing it. Your arms wrapped around his torso and you pulled him closer to you, head resting at his chest. At the same time, he caught on with what you are doing so hugs your waist, completely erasing any space between the two of you.
"I'm starting to think that you only loved me for my hoodies..." He whispered to you from above. You can definitely feel him smiling even though you can't see his face.
"Stop ruining the mood, Johnny. Go back to sleep."
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Cold morning everyone.
Anyone knows where can I get a Johnny? I'm cold and in need of warm hugs :<
Some of you might not be aware, but my birthday month is coming. I had two birthdays cancelled because of the rona situation, so I might as well use the time to be productive and do the stuff that I like doing the most aka writing.
To celebrate, I’ll be posting four fics (because four is my lucky number) which would be uploaded every Saturday of the month of April.
The main theme of the fics will revolve around adulting: growing up, acceptance, moving on, and facing life like the badass that you are. This is for my peeps out there around the same age as me, and for those younglings that are looking forward to being adults.
The details of the fics within the series are under the cut!
- Live life to the fullest,
Ellie
Genre: reader x xiaojun, colleagues to lovers, slice of life, office romance, lots of romance, bickering and fluff
Synopsis: You wake up to a horrible hangover and vague memories of sleeping with your annoying co-worker, Dejun. The fic shows the fallout (or not, depending on how you look at it) as the both of you try to evade your feelings (and a write up from HR).
Genre: reader x haechan, ex to friends to lovers?, romance, fluff, angst
Synopsis: You and Haechan lived as a proof that exes can become platonic bestfriends. After years of staying casual, one of you discovers an unsent voicemail, finally bringing light as to why the two of you broke up in the first place.
Genre: reader x sungchan, established relationship, romance, slice of life, college!au, fluff
Synopsis: It was late in the relationship when Sungchan found out that you’re a fangirl. He didn’t know at the time, but soon he’s bound to find out that he has to share his girlfriend to a Korean idol with the same surname as him.
Genre: reader x renjun, strangers to lovers, office au, homecoming reunion au, slice of life, romance, fluff, angst
Synopsis: As a kid, you had a dose of the golden child syndrome and was loved by everyone who knows you. However, as an adult in the big city, you soon find out about rejection, burnouts, and that you’re not really as special as you thought you were.
xxx
Special thanks to:
@johnyusangel for being an angel
@1-800-seo for lending me her artistic eye and giving me the will to go on with this project
@hxneyy-latte for being my happy pill and my number one cheerleader
genre: established relationship, a bit of angst and fluff
warnings: mentions of cheating, yuta is a bit aggressive
word count: 646
Synopsis: Your boyfriend has been trying his best to contact you all day to explain why you caught him flirting with a waitress a night back. Your plans of hiding from him failed when he comes over to your apartment to say sorry personally.
Your roommate, Somi, shouted from the living room to call your attention.
"WHAT?"
You shouted back at her direction, not determined not to get up from your bed and interrupt your movie marathon for that night.
"Yuta's calling again! He says he won't leave until you open the door!"
Her response made you roll your eyes. You had a fight with Yuta other night when he tried to flirt with the waitress while you're late for dinner. This wasn't the first the first time that he's done this, and this was finally the time that you've had enough. Knowing his ways, you've blocked him on all forms of communication, so he’s blowing up Somi’s phone all day instead.
Feeling sorry for the trouble that your boyfriend is causing, you’ve made a promise to treat her with pizza tomorrow. That is, until you heard clinking sounds coming from your front door. You jumped out of bed and run off to the front door to stop her from opening the door but it was too late. Yuta’s head popped inside the door. His head turned towards your direction, expression shifting from blank to his I caught you now, you’re dead expression.
“Somi! Why’d you let him in?!”
You practically screamed as you darted back to your room before Yuta can get a chance to talk to you. Him, sensing that you’re being your difficult self again, runs off after you.
You’re almost seconds away from shutting your bedroom door when he used his fist to prevent that from happening. You squealed as you dived to your bed and covered yourself using your sheets. The attempt was again unsuccessful just as he ever so softly ripped it out your body.
He was quick to hug your waist before you had the chance to protest and pinned you down so he can pepper you with kisses on your face. You tried to get out of his grasp by squirming and kicking, but grew tired just a few seconds after realizing that there’s no getting out of this one.
“Will you please just listen to me first?”
In one last desperate attempt to get out of his embrace, you placed your arms on his chest to push him away from you. Yuta used this as an opportunity to hug you tighter, trapping your hands in his body, leaving you completely immobile,
“Fine.”
You sigh in defeat as you let your body relax under him. He also relaxed as well; his arms are now on both sides of your head to support his weight. His former expression now replaced with a softer expression and a faint smile.
“I’m sorry…”
He lowered himself down then back up again to give you a quick peck on the lips.
“I love you…”
He did the same thing once again, his lips now forming a small pout.
“… and I wasn’t cheating on you with the waitress.”
Your eyebrows raised at him, but he just chuckled at your expression and rested his head on your chest instead.
“You’re thirty minutes late, and I was getting a bit bored in the restaurant.”
“Uhuh. So, it was my fault that you flirted with her?”
He let out a low growl, sending vibrations on your chest.
“I just asked her for food recommendations! And then you came in and ran off before I can explain.”
You let out another sigh. This is why you never let Yuta talk whenever you’re mad at him. You just can’t stay mad a him for too long.
“You’re not mad anymore?”
“Nope, still mad. Get off of me.”
You’ve managed to push him slightly to the side and get inside your sheets once again. He just sighed and whispered I love you before cuddling with your figure from the outside, the sheets making you glad that he can’t see you smiling right now.
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Another random late night drabble. I had a dream about him last night and I just can’t sleep tonight without writing this.
You're having a quiet and peaceful night all by yourself. The rainy weather made it a little gloomy but you have just the thing to keep yourself entertained. After eating dinner, you have decided to treat yourself and finally catch up on that book that you have been reading. You're currently at your bedroom, laying sideways and covered in a thick, fluffy blanket. The light was dim, just enough for you to read your book clearly, alongside the scented candles that you lit to really set the mood.
A few chapters in, you heard clinking sounds from your front door, which means Taeyong is finally home. It didn't take long before he found you lying cozily at the bed, totally immersed in whatever you are reading.
He found your look very cute. Hair was tied in a bun and you had the square cut glasses that made you look a bit nerdy.
"How was practice?" You asked him, not lifting your gaze against the yellowish pages of Stephen King's Rose Madder.
"It was tough. We had to redo the choreo because one of us got injured while practicing."
He started peeling off layers of clothing that got soaked in the rain outside. He was staring at you as you he did it, a bit upset that you weren't showering him attention just like everyday whenever he comes to you. This made him pout unconsciously and tried to make as much noise in changing his clothes so you'll look at him.
However, you remained totally unfazed, unaware of the mini temper tantrum that he's currently having.
He finally got fed up of this arrangement and lifted the blanket off of you. He crawled his way from your legs and laid his head on the top of your chest. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and immersed himself in your warmth, rubbing his face on the fluffy material of the sweatshirt you are wearing.
You can help but smile at him being like this. He looks and feels like a needy little kid. You placed your book down and finally looked at him. His puppy dog eyes and pouty lips have made you want to melt.
You placed a kiss on his head and raised your book back again to read.
"Hungry?" You asked as you stroke his hair. He nodded as a response.
"Lemme just finish this chapter okay? Then we'll eat dinner."
