Imagine being wrapped in between YangYang’s arms, embraced in his warm touch while he gives you soft kisses on the top of your head. The night sky infilling your room as the dim light of the moonlight enters through the window. And simply the only thing he can bring himself to say is:
“I love you so much and I hope you know it.”
Your breathing becomes more regular, burying your face further into his chest as his soft eyes direct a small gaze at you.
He lightly brushes your hair, licking and giving small pecks to your ears.
Yangyang was your boyfriend, and sometimes it felt too hard to believe.
✨Pairing: idol!Xiaojun x gn!idol!reader x idol!Yeosang
✨Prompt: It is your last day as an mc on The Show together with Xiaojun and Yeosang.
✨Genre: fluff, non romantic, idol au
✨Word Count: 2.3k
☀️Authors note: Since I reached 50 followers here on Tumblr I wrote this to celebrate that✨💓
For some reason you had not expected to feel all these emotions that you were currently experiencing whilst sitting in a make up chair getting your make up and hair fixed for today's episode of The Show.
Perhaps it was the fact that it was your last day here as an mc before you were to retire from the job. Had it been up to you, you would have continued on for far longer than you had been allowed to but unfortunately for you your company had decided after four months you had done enough and were going back to them with no real plan on what to do next.
Which honestly scared you. Not knowing what the next step would be for you, your company hadn't mentioned anything about a comeback or any other job opportunities yet.
You always looked forward coming to The Show, the staff were always so kind to you, chatting about potential upcoming comebacks for you, life in general and so much more and you always appreciated it so much. Not to forget your lovely co-stars and co-mcs Xiaojun and Yeosang.
Both who had welcomed you with open arms when you joined them four months ago. It had been a bit awkward in the beginning, all three of you a bit shy and trying to get to know each other but after your special mc-stage in which you had performed Infinites Bad it had gotten much better. Working together, learning the choreography and singing and practicing had brought you all together very quickly and soon enough the three of you were playing around and joking like you had been friends all your life.
Xiaojun had even once brought along his dog Bella to let her meet both you and Yeosang and she had absolutely adored Yeosang to the point she didn't want to listen to Xiaojun to yours and Yeosangs delight.
You had endless of memories on stage, off stage, in your group chat and much more and to know that a lot of that would stop happening created tiny little cracks in your heart. No more playing around with them, no more hearing Xiaojun sing to his hearts content or filming yet another chaotic TikTok and hearing Yeosangs wonderful laugh at that. No more seeing and hearing Yeosang giggle if he made a mistake when next to you on stage while you mc:d together.
No more of any of what made your days brighter.
"You okay there sweetheart?" The makeup lady asked kindly, stopping what she was doing to check in on you. "You look like you're feeling some big emotions right now." She says quietly and you nod at her.
"I am." You whisper, giving her a small smile before blinking quickly hoping you can will away the tears for now. You could cry later, when you were alone in your dorm room instead.
"You're gonna do great today sweetheart I just know it." She smiles kindly again before going back to putting your make up on once more. The Shows producers had been kind enough to give you three new performance, a farewell performance to you before everyone truly has to say goodbye at the end of today's show.
It had been decided that you would do a cover of Backstreet Boys song Larger Than Life. You three had a few songs presented and the decision had ultimately landed to you and you chose the Backstreet Boys song, practicing the song had been very fun especially going for a more 90s inspired look and dance.
It had caused you three to sometimes very playfully and dramatically pretend you were a group from the 90s doing some of the choreography they did back then. It was corny and very funny causing some dance movements to become inside jokes between the three of you.
"There you are! We've been looking for you!" Xiaojun singsongs as he and Yeosang enters the room, already dressed up in that classic white 90s boyband clothes you were soon gonna be adorning as well.
Both come up with big smiles to your chair, Yeosang can't stop himself from touching a part of your hair that's standing up slightly with a lil giggle causing you to smile.
It was impossible not to smile when you saw him. Yeosang just had that aura that made him instantly likable, like a moth to a flame, it was impossible to stay away and not find him endearing or funny.
"Ready for today's show?" Yeosang asks while tilting his head at you and you can only look fondly at your two friends.
"As ready as I'll ever be I guess..."
"Hey we'll have fun, let's just enjoy this stage and blow everyone's minds." Xiaojun said brightly quickly sharing a look with Yeosang before he looked back at you.
Once you got the go ahead you hurriedly got out of the chair and quickly changed clothes and got your mic on as needed.
In the room you left them, Yeosang and Xiaojun made sure their surprise which consisted of a headband and sash that said Y/ns graduation! Plus a banner they had put together with some lovely words your friends and staff had written down about you, ranging from words like how they will miss you to admiration about your work ethic or your kindness and much more.
Yeosang had even drawn a lil hehetmon holding a lil graduation flower to you and Xiaojun had managed to get Bellas paw print onto the poster as well.
"Do you have the flowers for the farewell speech?" Xiaojun questioned as he took everything to the place near the stage so they could quickly get it all at the end of the performance.
"Yeah, I got the cake as well. It's hidden well, we can try and sneak off and get it when Y/n is holding their speech." Yeosang replied glancing backwards to make sure you wouldn't come back inside and hear about their plans.
"Should I bring some tissues as well? In case they cry?" Xiaojun asks curiously thinking that you might appreciate some tissues in case the waterworks starts flowing when you're holding your very last speech as an mc. He's totally not asking because he knows his own tears might start falling down if he sees you cry, no not at all.
Yeosang gives him a quick nod when he hears you returning and Xiaojun rushes to hide the tissues near the flowers before coming back to you two.
"Ready to perform like we were a 90s boyband?" You ask with a smile feeling the familiar feeling of adrenaline and nerves settling into your bones and body.
"Let's have fun up there okay?" Yeosang says while his hand slides into yours and gives it a gentle but supportive squeeze.
"Have you thought of what to do for your ending fairy?" Your other friend asks and you nod, thinking back on how he had suggested you do the heart signs on your cheeks thinking that would be a good way to end todays stage.
"Can you three please come up on stage and get into position? We're about to start?" A staff said waving his hand so you three would hurry up.
Walking up on stage and into position made all the fans scream in anticipation of seeing what you had prepared. Right before the music started you gave a lil wave to the audience causing another stream of shouts and squeals.
When the familiar starting beat of Larger Than Life came on you and the boys started to dance and perform like you had practice.
The performance flew by quickly, the adrenaline from being on stage and from having fun with your friends made it go back so quickly. You didn't even realize as you finished your pose for your ending fairy that both Yeosang and Xiaojun had quickly run away from your sides with bright giggly smiles only shown to the audience.
You were so focused until Yeosang suddenly came into your view with a smile making you give him a surprised look, a little "eh?" escaped your mouth as he puts on a little headband with the lettering he had prepared.
"There!" He smiles and you can hear a little hehet escaping him as he giggles before stepping aside as Xiaojun comes up with a big sash and putting it on you.
"Ta-daaaaa!" Both of them hold up their little sign and Xiaojun is beaming while Yeosang looks a bit shy doing this infront of everyone in the audience.
"What?!" You exclaim in shock not fully processing what they've just done.
You stand back, mouth agape as you take in the words on the sign.
/Thank you for everything our sunshine./ /The very best at always cheering us up and seeing it from the bright side./ /Loveliest of friends./ /I'll miss you./ /Best mc bestie./
And so much more was written that it honestly brought you to tears and all you could do was run into their arms and hug them both tightly. Screw what others would think, if it would spark dating rumors or not.
You needed to hug your friends in that moment and you had never been happier when you felt them both return the hug just as tight. You could feel someone kissing the top of your head and the fans present screamed louder at the cute display between the three of you.
It took a lot of coaxing from the staff to get you three to eventually let go of each other to head back so you could change and then head out for the finale where you'd announce this weeks winner of The Show.
Yeosang made sure you had your little headband and sash on before smiling brightly again.
"There fits you perfectly." He murmurs after finally adjusting it all and his hand quickly finds his phone when he sees that Xiaojun is taking pictures of you, wanting to do the same.
"Smile Y/n!!"
"Yeah give us a pose!"
It makes you laugh at their seriousness and you can't help but pose while still fighting those tears back. It gets even harder to not cry when Xiaojun lines the three of you up so he can take some cute selfies making sure you do some goofy ones as well.
"Could you three please head up on stage? It's time for the ending of today's show." A staff member told you.
"Of course, we'll be up in a minute." You told them with an appreciative smile.
"Let's do this one last time together?" You ask looking at them both, both are smiling and you can't help but feel like you're home, right where you are supposed to be and soon it will all be ripped away from you and that hurts.
A lot.
The ending honestly flew past, greeting everyone as you made it up on stage at the front with your cue cards and hand mic, standing in the middle of Xiaojun and Yeosang, bickering and having fun during and after announcing the winners and such. The bright lights where blinding and suddenly you got your cue that it was time to wrap it up and for you to say goodbye to what had been your favorite idol gig for the past four months.
"I don't even know where to start." You said into your mic after Yeosang had asked if you wanted to share some last words.
He looked at you with such kind eyes, both of them did. Giving you encouraging nods to speak from your heart.
"I will miss this so incredibly much. I want to say thank you to all the staff here at The Show who have been so incredibly kind to me, who have made every day I've been here an absolute delight." You could feel the tears building up again, your voice starting to get full of emotion as you were speaking.
"Yeosang, Xiaojun." The first tear fell when you looked at your two friends and Yeosang was blinking so much you'd think he had gotten something in his eye while Xiaojun was quick to give you a tissue while fighting back his own tears.
"Thank you for everything. Your friendship has meant more to me than you can imagine. I've loved every single minute I've spent with you two here, mc-ing with you have been the highlights of my days and I will miss you both so much now that I have to leave. I will miss you two so much." Was the last thing you managed to say before you saw them both tell you to wait, rushing off stage in a hurry as if they had forgotten something only to come back with a bouquet of roses and a little cake.
You were sure there would be pictures of you ugly crying all over the internet tomorrow but at this moment you couldn't care. You let the tears fall and the sobs to be heard as your two friends stood there with flowers and a cake for you.
"We will miss you too Y/n. We will miss our sunshine who never fails to look at the bright side of things." Xiaojun started.
"And we will miss the way you always bring a smile to everyone's faces no matter how down someone might have been." Yeosang finished.
"We love you!"
"I love you too!" You responded as the director showed they had cut the cameras after that.
You, Yeosang and Xiaojun took no notice being in your own little world of emotions and hugs, tears and laughter.
The night eventually ended with you three going out to eat at a restaurant. Determined to end the day with happiness instead of tears of sadness.
For you, your heart was warm with all the love you had been showered with throughout the day and despite it leaving a bittersweet feeling in your chest perhaps it would still end up okay.
Especially with both of your friends just a call away.
Word Count: 286
Summary: “What if it’s a ghost? Kun never told us if his house is haunted!”
She sighed. “Kun is too organized to have ghosts. They’d have to schedule an appointment.”
Pairing: Xiaojun X Fem Reader
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She and Xiaojun had one job: to house-sit for Kun while he was out on a trip. Simple, right? Watch the place, water the plants, and do not touch anything suspicious.
But of course, Xiaojun had other ideas.
It started with a tiny noise—just a little creak from Kun’s bedroom. They both froze.
“Did you hear that?” Xiaojun whispered dramatically, gripping her arm.
“No, Xiaojun, I just decided to flinch for fun,” she deadpanned.
He gulped, eyes darting to the hallway. “What if it’s a ghost? Kun never told us if his house is haunted!”
She sighed. “Kun is too organized to have ghosts. They’d have to schedule an appointment.”
Still, the creaking continued, and Xiaojun, being Xiaojun, had to investigate.
“Wait here,” he declared like some heroic protagonist, creeping toward the door.
“Do I look like I’m waiting?” She followed right behind him.
As he reached for the doorknob, the closet door swung open on its own.
And that’s when it happened.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Xiaojun let out the most blood-curdling, horror-movie-level scream known to mankind. She screamed only because his scream was so terrifying.
“THAT SCREAM WAS TERRIFYING!” She gasped, clutching her chest.
“You’re the one who screamed!” Xiaojun accused, looking personally offended.
“Yes, I know! My vocal cords hurt!”
Silence. Then, something rustled inside the closet.
With bated breath, they both peeked inside…
…Only to find Kun’s robotic vacuum stuck in a pile of clothes.
They both stared at it. Then at each other. Then back at the vacuum.
“...Let’s never speak of this again,” Xiaojun muttered.
“Agreed.”
Just as they both turned away, Kun’s voice rang through a speaker:
“Did you guys just scream at my vacuum?”They both bolted out of the house.
𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖤 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. hers
2031𝗐𝖼 (best friend) yangyang & (gn) reader sickening sweet love confessions friends to lovers | kissing
"WANNA DATE?"
It's a question poised in the lull of your favorite song, asked within half of a beat before it's drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of the lyrics and consumed by the canary-esque tone of the vocalist. A tone which has nothing on you, voice sweet and even, every word framed with the melodic waver in your pitch. And when you propose this question, head dangling off the edge of your mattress, that ever-so-pretty voice of yours is nothing but nonchalant. As if you had just asked the time.
From your upside down world, there's a tingling feeling which races from the stretch of your abdomen to your nostrils, forcing you to blink fast and swallow hard. Your nose twitches, scrunching and relaxing in a poor attempt to relieve itself of the buzzing sensation. But it doesn't seem to make any semblance of a difference. Instead, it begins to throb in the top of your temple, pressing down against the walls of your cranium as if they might very well break down. You're not quite sure if it's the silence from your best friend or your position that's making it hard to swallow, but you don't think that the cause exactly matters at the end all be all.
You watch him with doe eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheeks only to be stuck in the arch of your brows as you blink back at him. You can feel your face getting hot, a blush burning at your cheeks and searing the tips of your ears. This reaction, without a doubt, is from him. Not being upside down. Not the silence. Just Yangyang, puffy lips parted and eyes wide.
He blinks obliviously at you, tongue hesitating at the back of his teeth, and you begin to wonder if he had ever heard you in the first place. So you open your mouth to say it again, lips just barely pursed in into the beginnings of a consonant before he's waving you off. "I heard you the first time,"
Unlike the songbird singer of your favorite song and unlike you, Yangyang's voice is caught in between something strained (tone low and rough as if it has been dragged upon gravel) and hesitant (yet you're not quite sure if you could describe it as that, not with the way that each ending syllable seemed to rush after one another). In all iterations of his voice, this is one that you like least of all. It tells of an oncoming rejection, the thought process of finding just the right words to let you down.
"Ah," you're less casual this time, words stuck in the back of your throat, "Is that a no?"
"What?"
"I'm asking if you're rejecting me," you clarify, finally unable to take the rush to your head as you sit upright, "My confession,"
He leans forward and if you weren't so preoccupied with picking yourself up, perhaps you would have been flustered by the lack of distance (though you guess that personal space has never been a forte of Yangyangs). He raises a finger in the air, gesturing in circles as if to rewind to your previous words. "That was a confession?"
"What else would it be?" the sudden surge of movement forces you to clench your eyes shut, pressure mounting up behind them as if it might spill out with tears. It takes a couple moments of blinking before your vision returns to normal, accompanied by a faint ringing in your ears. "Anyway, I thought you knew,"
Yangyang sputters for words, blonde hair falling onto his face in a manner that really doesn't help you keep your composure. He shoots you an incredulous look, eyebrows arched and jaw nearly touching the floor. He brings a hand to his chest, tapping as he speaks, as if he couldn't believe that he's the crush in mention. "Knew that you're into me?"
"Yes," your tone is bordering the line between a twinge of embarrassment and the foundation of irritation that's bubbling at the back of your throat, "I've been making it pretty obvious,"
"Not obvious enough," he grumbles, spoken under his breath as he brings a hand to scratch at the bridge of his nose--looking everywhere but your eyes, narrowed in on him with something more akin to a glare than a glance.
You huff, rolling your eyes as you lean onto your arms, flicking him on the forehead with a force much to harsh to be anything lesser than aggravation. "Next time I'll make sure to get on one knee to propose so it's obvious enough for you,"
He swats your hand away, pouting as he nurses his forehead. His discomfort evokes a laugh on your part, lips twitching upwards from their previous position held in the beginnings of a sneer. You can never stay annoyed at him, not when he looks like that. An expression that screams pathetic in every way but overt words as he looks up at you. His bottom lip is caught in his teeth and his next words are spoken within a silver of a breathe--desperate and urgent.
"Yes, I do. So, so badly,"
It's a statement spoken in the middle of one of your songs, tone so gentle that it was almost drowned out by the steady beat of the instrumental. So quiet, that you're tempted to ask him to repeat it--partially to make sure that you really did hear him correctly but mostly because you just want to hear him say it one more time. There's no question about what he's responding too, voice completely consumed by a honey, lovesick lilt. One that you find far superior to any intonation used by your songbird singer or any emphasis that falls from your own throat. An inflection that you will revisit, over and over and over again until any and all accuracy of the memory is lost.
"Ok,"
"Ok?"
"Ok," you repeat, lips quirking into a teasing smile (one he knows all too well, one that sticks to his skin and haunts him with every waking moment--god, he can't get you out of his mind), "What? You disappointed or something?"
He's quick to clarify, rebutting with a dirty look, "No. I just...I don't know. Not very romantic was it?"
"Ouch," you wince back in faux pain, holding a hand to your heart with a dramatic drawl, "Should I have bought flowers?"
"Yes, sure, whatever," he acknowledges your quip only to ignore it, spitting out an agreement as quick as he can in order to get to his next phrase. So rushed that you're fifty percent positive that he didn't even hear what you said, "Can i kiss you?"
His question makes you reel, feeling dizzy as the words are punctuated with a look from him that's a hair away from begging. And, oh god, you feel like you're going to faint. Maybe you're still feeling the aftereffects of your head rush. One look at him says otherwise.
"Do you even have to ask?" your lips curve into a smile as you answer. A smile that makes his hands curl into tight fists, knuckles burning a bleach white. He's one hundred percent sure that if he doesn't kiss you right now, then he'll explode. Though, it doesn't exactly matter in the grand scheme of things as he thinks that he'll reach the same fate when he actually does.
And that's certainly what it feels like as Yangyang leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. One that he ends only to begin another, more assured and slightly less gentle, less featherlight. He sighs when he kisses you, as if he's been holding back that same sigh since he met you. One only to be relieved by a kiss he has always so desperately craved. He kisses you urgently, like he's making up for lost time. A pacing and utter adoration that makes your head spin, butterflies fluttering in your stomach only to emerge from your throat in the form of a quiet whine. A noise that has Yangyang practically lunging on top of you, hands coming up to hold your face. Slender fingers sliding up your cheekbones and resting before your ears, fingernails knotted in the edges of your hair. And then he's pulling away, smushing messy, lingering kisses all over your face.
His lips are everywhere, on the full of your cheeks and the space beneath the arch of your brow. The corner of your mouth and your chin, your forehead and eyelid. Chest against chest, his heartbeat hammering so loudly that you wouldn't be surprised if it leapt straight out.
"Maybe we should have skipped the confession part and went straight to this," your words are hummed against his face, eyes fluttering somewhere between open and shut as he lines kisses down the angle of your jaw. Your arms coming to hang around his shoulders, "Might have saved you from my unromantic confession,"
You can feel him grin against you and you know a teasing comment isn't too far behind. "I wish we did. That was the worst confession I've ever received,"
He makes his way back to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the corners before capturing your lips once more. This time, you lead, pulling him ever-so-slightly closer as you take his bottom lip in between your teeth. You nip playfully, soothing over your bite with a passive, lazy drag of your tongue. A feeling that evokes a groan from your counterpart, fingertips digging into the flesh of your face.
"Should I take it back then?" it's muttered against his lips, each word spoken between kisses that have his knees buckling, "The worst confession you've ever received, that is,"
Yangyang scoffs, words slurred and spoken in the middle of a kiss. "You can't take it back,"
You laugh, a pretty sound that has his ears ringing. One that starts in the back of your throat and ends up bubbling in his, before it's interrupted with a whiny whimper as you pull away. A reaction that nearly has all the blood in your body rushing to your head. You're not sure that sitting up could fix the sensations this time.
Instead, you bring a finger to trace along the expanse of his neck. Fingernail grazing against his adams apple (which bobs when he swallows, hard, at the feeling of your touch, an action accompanied a slight shiver and unsteady inhale). You continue your journey upwards until you're skimming the curve where his throat meets his chin. And there you hesitate, before flicking your finger harshly upwards. "Can't I?"
Despite the way in which his face is forced upwards by the motion of your hand, Yangyang's eyes never leave yours. They're half-lidded, eyelids drooping down like he's drunk. Lips are a vermillion red, puffy and swollen. A small line of spit stuck between the top and bottom and you can't be sure whether that's his or yours. All you do know is that if he keeps looking at you like that, you might just drop dead. They say looks can kill, after all.
"No," he replies, voice hoarse and eyes drawn in soft crescents "It's too late. We're dating, aren't we? You said ok,"
You huff out a whisper of a laugh, expression darting into a grin that you just can't hold back. One that practically threatens to split your face in two as you undertake a teasing lilt. "Only because you looked so pathetic when you agreed,"
He wrinkles his nose at your words, toying with a lopsided smile that makes your heart flip. "If that's what it takes for you to date me then I'll look pathetic all you want."
"I don't think you'll have to try any harder than usual in that endeavor," you remark, shutting your eyes as you lean back onto your palms, "In fact, I'd say that--"
But you're cut off with a kiss, then another, and another, and another. Until you've all but forgotten about rescinding your confession, or what you were going to say about him. And the only thing you can think about is him. Not that that is anything out of the norm.
🦌: this song reminds me so much of yangyang ... i love you hers
