genre fluff , established relationship , yuto x fem!reader cw not proofread , i am very delusional for yuto and it SHOWS in this fic wc 738 request anon for yuto + warmth of skin for the 3k event note and this is why i should never be allowed to write for him dear god i'm not okay net @kstrucknet
It was a mission in and of itself to get alone time with your boyfriend. When you came over to his dorm, Hyojin and Seungjun let you two be most of the time, but whenever you were around the other members, it felt like you were becoming a third wheel, despite being the one actually dating him.
You didn’t mind, though. You found it quite funny (although, Yuto, not so much).
Minkyun and Changyun’s clinginess with Yuto could never be changed. You enjoyed watching them bother him, especially when you saw the looks he gave you, begging to be saved from his clingy hyungs. Of course, you only sent him teasing shrugs or grins in response; a silent signal that he would have to find a way out himself. Still, you remained one of the only people he reciprocated physical affection with.
He tolerated his members. On a good day, he would even accept their hugs. But with you, he actively sought out your touch whenever he could. Your skin was warm and soft, and Yuto loved to wrap his arms around your waist and lean against you, having hushed conversations or sneaking in kisses to your cheek.
And, on a particularly cold and snowy evening, a warm hug from you was exactly what Yuto needed after work. Letting himself into your apartment, dusting the snow off his coat and pushing his shoes off, the warmth of the space from the heater immediately blanketed him.
Your black cat, Jiji, was at the door to greet Yuto immediately. Named after Yuto’s favourite character from Kiki’s Delivery Service (and yours, as well), he was an affectionate and sweet kitty. Whenever Yuto was around, he was extra clingy. It seemed your boyfriend attracted attention from both people and pets. Jiji circled around his legs, butting his head slightly with a small mewl.
“Missed me, Jiji?” Yuto smiled, crouching down to give him a few pets. The cat responded with another meow and a chirp before trotting off to the living room. Yuto followed, finding you sitting on the couch under a blanket.
“Hi baby. Welcome home,” you called out to him with a smile. Yuto returned it naturally, sitting down next to you. Immediately, he found his head falling to your shoulder, positioned comfortably so he could nuzzle into the crook of your neck and smell the lingering scent of your perfume from the day.
It was an inside joke between you two that your apartment was Yuto’s real home. Although he lived in his dorm shared with the two leaders, slowly over time, his clothes and other belongings had migrated to your apartment. His favourite mugs and plates found their spot in your cupboards, and his cherished Mario collectables or Ghibli vinyls now decorated your living room. He started spending extra time over after work, and always came over on his days off. He said it was purely for Jiji’s sake, but you both knew how nice it was to have a space just to yourself without anyone else to interrupt or make noise.
You and Yuto both loved the quiet cozy mornings over shared coffee and the peaceful relaxing evenings filled with games and movie rewatches. You matched each other’s interests almost perfectly. It wasn’t hard to tell how you fell for each other in the first place. There was never a boring moment. Even when you were practically doing nothing, each other’s company was already more than enough.
“Did you already have dinner?”
Yuto hummed affirmatively in response, muttering out the quick dinner he had caught with the other members after work. You listened intently as his words dipped to other events of the day. A funny encounter in the dance studio with Minkyun, and how quick Hyojin had been to pick up the choreography on that particular day.
As he told you little anecdotes from the day, his hand slipped into yours, absent-mindedly circling his thumb over your knuckles. The feeling of your warm skin was exactly what he had been looking forward to the whole day. He could sigh in content now, knowing the rest of the evening would be spent relaxing in your arms until dreams took him away for the night. It was an ideal evening; one that rarely presented itself amidst his normal busy schedule. But tonight was one of those rare nights, and Yuto couldn’t be happier to be in your arms.
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Pairing: drummer! Wyatt x bassist! gender neutral reader x guitarist! Yuto
Genre: Fluff blended with funny parts and some angst (because love triangles are supposed to hurt). I promise a happy end though.
Warnings: cheating :/
Plus: Mentions of other members. Guitarist! J-Us
Words: 2,6k
Summary: You had been burying your mixed feelings for quite a long time. Now they seem to be coming to the surface again as you don't know how to proceed without breaking your band members' hearts.
Part 1 / Part 2 (this link redirects to my main blog)
Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you might find.
While you slide the nail polish brush on Seungjun’s well-trimmed nails, his words did not seem to ever come to an end. Also, your friend did not care to supervise your work on covering his nails with that glossy black. Anyways, the energetic creature in front of you had that easily noticeable kind of beauty, he had a gentle yet charming smile that no human being was able to explain. People often flirted with all of the band members – including you – but Seungjun was definitely the most courted out of the four of you. That day he was sure that having his nails done would make him even more attractive when his fingers would be seen playing with his guitar strings on the stage.
On the other hand, Yuto used to play the second guitar as if nobody could see him. So often he closed his eyes and focused on the sounds that his instrument added to the song as a whole. He was the most exquisite when he was engaged on something, in his nature, a talent inherent to the geniuses.
“Y/n? Are you still listening?”
You lifted your head to look back at Seungjun in no time. To be honest, you had no idea of what he was blabbing about at this point.
“Of course!” you automatically lied “well, not actually. I’m sorry, Seungjun.”
The guilty felt like fulfilling your head, then going down your throat and finally reaching your stomach. It had nothing to do with Seungjun catching you zooming out though.
He pressed his lips together looking frustrated but not really angry. You read something like “Should I repeat everything I’ve said?” impressed on his face. He was a simple guy. You were jealous of him.
It was that at some point in his monologue, a thought intruded your mind, pushing his voice to the side and stealing your attention. His words started to float away in the air as another narrative overhung heavy behind your eyes. You had dangerous thoughts becoming slowly more frequent. Now they even dare to greet you when you were actively occupied with tasks.
You sighed considering explaining your dilemma to the guy in front of you. You knew he would be sympathetic and maybe you could even share your pain with him. However, involving Seungjun would put him into trouble along with you. Consequently, it would be reckless of you. Even though he was your best friend, he was also your boyfriend’s best friend. You barely could deal with the idea of breaking Jaeyoung’s heart. Making it for real would hurt you like a sword. Your stomach tightened as you imagined a literal wound.
…
Jaeyoung and Yuto were already in the oldest’s garage when you arrived with Seungjun. The two guys seemed to have a trivial conversation as Yuto was sitting on the old massive soundbox that you got in a second-hand shop when the band was still a trio and you had no public. Jaeyoung was on the floor next to his drums, part of his butt occupied the end of the rug, where the large instrument laid on. The rug was quite dusty but none of you could bother to clean it. Yuto once told you that it looked awful but everyone came up with excuses not to take any action on the issue. “I hope no one other than us shows up here” he sighed giving up. He would never do all the work by himself.
A sweet smile took over Jaeyoung’s whole face as he turned his head to look at you and Seungjun entering. He often smiled with all his facial features, it seemed. That probably was definitive to make you fall in love with him back in your first year in college. You attended that class for a month when you had to work together on a project. He was so gentle to you that you could not help putting your heart right in his hands. His voice was always deep in the perfect tone to lull you into daydreams of being between his arms. But, at first, he was not able to see you as more than a friend. He used to give you shivers every time he tucked your hair behind your ear. Why the hell he did that if he were not falling in love? Sometimes you hated him, but not really. You could not hate the owner of the sweetest smile, it was against your nature.
You loved Jaeyoung for almost a year without getting anything in return, yet your pseudo-band was born. Him, Seungjun and you had the same sense of humor, even though your crush liked to pretend like he did not. 2DMH was your band name, the letters stood for Didn't Do My Homework. You attempted to open a concert still yet that year but they say something was missing in the music you made together. That thing happened to be Yuto, who was still minding his own business in Japan back then.
In the present days, the three of you, in fact, had the younger guy in your band. In reality, now you looked more like a real band and the recognition was coming more and more solidly.
Yuto stopped dangling his legs as his eyes found yours, but you were not supposed to look at him when your boyfriend was getting up to come to you. “Wassup, guys?” Jaeyoung said referring to both you and Seungjun but heading right to you. He cupped your face and pecked your forehead.
“Are we late?” Seungjun asked, picking up his cell phone inside of his jacket pocket and then panicking “Oh shit! Are my nails already dry?”
You smiled amused with his reaction as the other two guys looked clueless. “I guess the time we took to get here was enough to dry your nail polish”.
“Yey! Show us what you did” Yuto said cheerfully jumping out of the soundbox.
“What I did” you rectified, your frame warmly hugged by Jaeyoung.
“Well,” Seungjun started. “I felt like trying something new.” And raised his hands, so both Jaeyoung and Yuto could see them well. He moved his fingers in wave-like motions as his smile looked about to pop out of his face.
The other two exclaimed something about his nails looking cool at the same time. You could lay your eyes again on the sleek surface of his short nails.
“I got the inspo from my roommate though.”
“Ah yeah, Changyoon is stylish.” Your boyfriend commented. “Anyways, sorry for changing the topic, but Yuto and I have news.”
You pulled back from Jaeyoung so he and the younger guy could clarify the announcement.
“Do you all know Minkyun, right?” Yuto asked and turned to you and Seungjun, who nodded in a rush. “Well, his friend owns a club called Asteroid, they need a good band to play in their rock nights. They saw us playing last week”.
You played in the party to welcome the newcomers. You had so much fun that day, the sports arena was decorated with vibrant pennant flags, the makeshift stage looked so good with spotlights sparkling in different colors and directions from time to time. Freshmen as well as seniors having fun at the beginning of a new academic year.
“In short, we have an audition next week, so they’re gonna decide which band is performing in their house. If it goes right for us, we’re having a place to play every Saturday night.” Jaeyoung finished.
"You don't say” you said quite softly, the surprise making your eyes widen. It would be more than just having an established place to make concerts in, it meant the end of you all practically begging to play at random events all over the city. Sometimes you felt like an annoying kid, from your first concert to the present, you had not achieved big stuff. Performing at Asteroid would allow you to earn actual money from your hobby.
Your boyfriend laughed at your dumb expression. “This is true, babe. We were invited this time.”
“Well, then should we practice until our arms fall apart?” you joked.
“Or until our vocal cords are wrecked?” Seungjun added.
“I guess we’re gonna need our arms and vocal cords, but we should practice indeed.” Jaeyung headed to his drummer set in an inviting gesture. The way he glanced over his shoulders with a positive movement of eyebrows stirred a delicate smile from you. The two guitarists followed him to their usual positions. You threw an enthusiastic look to your bass, patiently waiting for you close to the roll-up garage door, before taking it.
…
You, Seungjun and Yuto took the metro together back to your places. Your weekly rehearsal in Jaeyoung’s garage went alright and you were fairly tired. Your boyfriend told Yuto to carry you home safely, which was unexpected because it was a while since the last time he joked like that. It was quite funny that your boyfriend was repeating those words exactly when your feelings for Yuto were emerging back. Even if he had never known about some happenings, sometimes he acted like he unconsciously felt the tension between you and the Japanese guy.
Seungjun said good-bye when the metro stopped at his station, obligating you and Yuto to be alone. It often happened that way, since the two of you lived in the same neighborhood, close to the college. Despite your confused friendship, you got along well, as if nothing had ever happened. The way your thoughts kept finding their way to him lately got you wondering if he was dealing better than you with the past. He was so equilibrated, a bit straitlaced sometimes, you found. Still, a nice guy to be close to.
The covered arm of his guitar laid between the two of you in the metro seat, you had left your bass in the garage this time. You ended up showing up at your boyfriend’s numerous times a week after all. Yuto was too quiet playing with his own fingers and it somehow infected you. You crossed your legs and fidgeted with the torn fabric of your pants. “Are you okay?” you finally asked.
“I’m just... Thinking.”
“About what? If I can ask you, of course.”
He breathed in deeply and released the air through his mouth in a noisy way. “Trip Advisor is about to close permanently. I have no idea of what to do if we don’t start working on that club for real. How can I found a boss as kind as Mr. Kim?”
Trip Advisor was the restaurant where Yuto worked at night and Mr. Kim was really nice since Yuto got day-offs to perform with 2DMH every time he asked for.
“You won’t have to. Please take it easy. We’re gonna get to play in Asteroid and the payment is good and you'll be getting the biggest part.”
You both stood up to get out of the metro. Yuto still had a concerned look, his eyes mirrored a million worries as you swerved away from the people walking their way inside the platform.
“But what if the owner chooses other-?”
“No!” you interrupted him. “It’s gonna be us. Forget the other bands”
Now you marched upstairs and you felt bad for having almost yelled at him. “Listen, I promise you that I’ll give my best in that audition and I can speak for Jaeyoung and Seungjun as well. If by any chance, they are dumb and don’t pick us, we’ll find another way. You can stay at my place. Anything!”
He nodded visibly grateful for your words, still, he struggled to give a side smile. He wanted to match your optimism so badly. “I can even stay in Jaeyoung’s garage” he joked and it felt as if the clouds were opening to the sun after the rain.
“Yes, you can even wrap yourself in that rug.”
Both of you stopped right in front of the building where you lived. Yuto had carried you home safely as promised. “Wanna go inside?” you did not understand why you asked that but he accepted the invitation and followed you. Maybe you just needed to stay together for a little bit, maybe he thought you had some bread hidden, some that you were now willing to offer him.
You internally joked, and consequently had to stop your laugh from coming. In fact, you fought yourself not to have weird thoughts about him when you were together. Being random and silly helped, yet sometimes his small gestures reminded you of why your heart skipped some beats for him.
The way he sweetly accepted to go upstairs and chill in your apartment sent you to about a year ago, when you barely knew each other. Back then, you felt bitter because it had been an entire year of you just being friends with Jaeyoung, no romantic interest could be noticed by his side. The very beginning of a new academic year got you in your worst temper regarding him. Therefore you avoided meeting him other than in your shared classes and 2DMH rehearsals. Your main excuse was being a volunteer at helping foreign newbies. You had been often paired with Yuto even though he did not need much help at anything. The two of you walked around and hanged out more than anything.
“I should have introduced you to the library today!” You remembered when you passed by the old building on your way back from your walking. You had only twenty minutes to go before your class. “Should I do it now real quick?”
“Oh! Why not?” he shrugged, his hands hidden inside the pockets of his dark jeans.
You two crossed the library lobby almost running to take keys and lock your backpacks before rushing yourselves to the middle of the silent sea of words. You did your best at explaining to him how that place was organized as you walked between full bookshelves. The Japanese guy followed you with the most adorable eyes during those few minutes you had to see as much as you could. You had no idea, but he had been already taught all that bullshit that you summarized in a rush, which he admitted you later.
You pretended to be angry at and he got easily fooled by the way you crossed your arms and said “What kind of idiot do you think I am?”
His way to apologize took you completely off-guard, causing a shock at your feelings. “Y/N, sorry if I upset you. It’s just that I feel like I can watch the same movie 79 times with you without getting bored.”
You unlock your apartment and both you and Yuto stepped out of your sneakers to walk inside in socks.
“You know what I think about our band name” he mentioned while you slid your window open.
You took a while to respond, one of your neighbors rode a bike down on the street. “I do! You love it” you pop up with a dumb smile.
Yuto burst into laughter. His expression was so pure as he clap his hands thanks to your sudden yet bold reply. You felt actually proud of drawing some amusement from him after the tension that surrounded his current situation.
Once he finally regrouped himself, he wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and talked back “I would never be part of a band named like that if I had friends one year ago.”
“Come on! Your life in Korea would be quite shitty if you hadn’t known us.” You spoke with overexcited manners, making a funny scene to maintain his mood up. Your hands sketched elastic forms in the air. “You may don’t like our name, but you love us. Just admit it, you love me.”
You witnessed the fall of his chin as those last words fell from your mouth. In the next second, he was staring at you weirdly. It was like he was trying to comprehend some kind of vision right behind you, through your frame. Then the guitarist looked away and spoke slowly as if he had suddenly forgotten the language. You knew that tone when he measured and weighed every word. “I am lucky to have known you all and to play with you. I am grateful as well. There’s only a dark side…” he confessed in a way that scared you.
genre. comfort. set in the onf universe except i don't know too much about the lore lmao.
warnings. mention of death, trauma, and nightmares. not proofread.
pairing. yuto x fem!reader.
wc. 1k.
request. no.
a/n. i love yuto if that wasn't already obvious
“Will it ever come off?” You asked, a tint of wonder in your voice as you traced a light finger over the black lines that marked Yuto’s neck. The dark barcode contrasted with his lighter skin, and though it was a sign of countless struggles he’s been through, you couldn’t help but think that it was beautiful.
“I don’t think so.” He mumbled. He was extremely tired, having just come back from a stressful mission with the team. You were right there with him from the moment he walked back into the base. It was hard for him to sleep without you— constant nightmares plagued him whenever his eyes closed.
“Did it… hurt?”
He let out a slight chuckle at your question, “I don’t remember. It was probably some other universe me that got it. Don’t you remember?” He looked back at you, fondness and love swirling in his dark irises.
“I know that, but I don’t know, I just thought— Nevermind.” You laughed too, dismissing the question and drawing your hand back from his neck. “You should get some rest.” You told him, lovingly running a hand through his white hair, relaxing him as much as you could.
“I don’t want to sleep in that room again.” He whispered suddenly. One glance at his face told you everything you needed to know. Last time he had slept in his room, his nightmares had been so bad that he didn’t want to even attempt to sleep for weeks. You had finally gotten him to rest in your room a couple days ago— curled up in your arms, assuredly safe from everything he had been through; the past and the fear of what the future held for him.
Being part of the resistance group meant a life of constant uncertainty. Everything could go wrong in an instant. Lives were at stake, and the courage it took all of you to even keep going was remarkable. You were only able to do it because you had Yuto, and he was likewise.
He had always been able to come to you to talk about anything he was struggling with, even when he was too scared to tell anyone else. He trusted you, even before anyone else had. The trust soon blossomed into something more, and now you could barely remember what your life was like without him. Only that it was dark and lonely.
“I’ll be right there with you, I promise. You’ll be okay.” You shushed him, hoping that the scared look in his eyes would fade away. It didn’t, and it was almost like a stab straight to your heart. You hated that he had been subjected to so much.
Having the memory and feeling of dying, yet always finding yourself back again was a burden he carried with him— you all did. But you knew it was harder for Yuto. He always remembered and felt things so deeply. He was emotional and sensitive, which was something extremely rare and precious for the team to have. He was never one to jump to do something rash, though he was willing to take a risk (so long as those he loved were sure to be protected). He was the voice of reason more times than you could count.
He wasn’t sure if it was reasonable to blame himself for all the times things had gone wrong, but he couldn’t help it. It felt like everything he tried to do backfired. Though the other boys always assured him that he was crucial to the team, he rarely wanted to believe them.
“He’s always there in my dreams. Always in that room.” Yuto shuddered. You knew seeing that distorted face of one of his closest friends was one of the hardest parts about the nightmares. A face he had grown to love and trust for years suddenly turned so twisted. Hyojin’s clone had terrorised everyone— the real Hyojin sleeping in the other room the most.
Yuto wasn’t quite sure how Hyojin could still sleep peacefully. He didn’t seem to be too affected by his evil likeness. Each day he only grew more eager to find his other self and end it. Wyatt, much like Yuto, had nightmares too. He had his own trusted person to help him through it. You were glad that the team stuck so tight together despite every hardship thrown at them. You were proud you were able to help, even just a little bit.
“I’ll hold you. I won’t let you go— not even for a second.” You assured him again, cupping his face and tilting it up a little until his eyes met yours. You hoped your sincerity showed through.
“Will you wake me up if you have to go? If I wake up without you next to me-” He started to stutter, panicking at just the thought of it.
“You’ll assume the worst.” You finished the sentence for him, knowing exactly his thoughts and feelings. You didn’t say anything else, but merely pulled him closer until he crumbled into your arms. Fatigue and weariness washed over him quickly, and you could tell he was already falling asleep in your arms just from how light his hold on you became.
You made sure he was on his bed before he could fully disappear to his dreams. Once he was tucked safely under the covers, you slid under them with him. Slowly and carefully, you silently told him all your promises again; even if he was half-asleep. One kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek. Finally you reached his lips. Though he was too tired to kiss you back, you made sure the kiss lasted long enough to make him feel at ease. You held him tightly, making sure he was soundly asleep before you let yourself drift off as well.
Falling asleep every night was a struggle, but you were there every time to help him through it. There was simply nothing you wouldn’t do for him. He meant too much to you, and seeing him hurt in any type of way was infinitely more painful than death.
