Sicheng + coffee shop au + 18 “I’m not jealous” maybe?
[a/n] hi, anon! thanks so much for requesting! i'm so happy to have received a request with sicheng as the male lead so i had a lot of fun writing this drabble! enjoy!! xoxo
PAIRING. sicheng x female barista!reader
GENRES. romance, comedy, coffee shop!au
PROMPT. "i'm not jealous."
WORDS. 1006
Being a barista was a relatively cool part-time job with lots of perks.
For one, unlimited coffee.
Your boss, Kun, was the sweetest guy ever who allowed you to work as a barista in his café even though you had 0 experience.
Your co-workers, Hendery and Xiaojun, were the funniest guys ever and they always made your shifts so entertaining.
Your regulars, Ten, Lucas, and Yangyang, were the nicest customers you’ve ever met in this line of service (and they gave you nice tips too even though you insisted that they shouldn’t).
And last, but not least, it was thanks to this job that you met your now-boyfriend, Sicheng.
The story of how you got together with Sicheng was actually quite funny. Perhaps not terribly hilarious, but definitely bordering on what people would call “cute” in the cringiest way possible. But you didn’t regret the way you hit on Sicheng, especially not when your method proved to be successful.
“Hey, you,” Sicheng greeted you with a cute smile before leaning over the counter and gave you a small peck on the lips.
“Hi.” You smiled against his lips.
Your boyfriend then proceeded to take the seat and table closest to the counter before setting himself up for a study session in the café. Due to both of your busy schedules, you two made it so that you two would walk back to the university dorms together. Since he was done with his classes early today, he came by to wait for you at the coffee shop.
“What do you feel like drinking today?” you asked him as you picked up a paper cup.
“Kun reminded me to tell you to stop using the paper cups for Sicheng,” Xiaojun piped up as he came back from the bathroom and did a fist-bump with your boyfriend.
“He also wants to tell you to stop giving him free coffee,” Hendery added after serving a drink to the last customer. “He said and I quote, ‘This isn’t a charity, I’m running here, but a business,’ and un-quote.”
You three gave each other a look before bursting out in laughter. When was the last time you three actually listened to your boss, anyway?
(You could already hear Kun crying at your way of thinking, but that was simply the way you three showed your love to him.)
“It’s been almost close to two years since you and Sicheng started dating,” Xiaojun commented. “Isn’t it about time you stop with the pick-up lines on the paper cups?”
You looked at him with scrutiny before turning to your boyfriend. “What do you think? Do you want me to stop?”
Sicheng shrugged nonchalantly with an angelic smile. “I don’t mind, really. I actually look forward to them every time I come by.”
“See,” you said as you motioned to your co-worker, “there you have it.”
“Please,” Hendery scoffed. “You mean to tell me that Sicheng liked it when you wrote, ‘You look so familiar. Didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.’ or ‘Your hand looks heavy — can I hold it for you?’? Stop lying and just say you want to put your claim on him, or something.”
“Awn,” you cooed and pinched Hendery’s cheek. “Is someone jealous because they don’t have a cute girl writing pick-up lines for them on their coffee cups?”
“No one thinks that you’re cute!”
You pinched him slightly harder before slightly pushing Hendery away. “Sicheng does.” You turned to him. “Right?”
Sicheng only chuckled and nodded. “The cutest!”
Hendery rubbed his cheek, hoping to soothe the pain, before grumbling, “I’m telling you, Sicheng, you better leave this girl soon because she is violent.”
You simply rolled your eyes and proceeded to make a caramel macchiato for Sicheng, one of his favourite drinks, while Hendery was manning the cash, and Xiaojun went to the back to bake some pastries. You pondered on which pick-up line to use on your boyfriend and decided to ask for his opinion, when you saw him talking to another girl who was standing a bit too close for your comfort.
“Oh, would you look at that?” Hendery mused. “She gave her number to him.”
The girl didn’t even give the chance for Sicheng to refuse the piece of paper that probably contained her phone number and then left with her drink in her hands. You thought to yourself that maybe you should have spat in it or something, or give her two pumps of caramel drizzle instead of four.
“Hey,” Sicheng said as he came to the counter, realizing that you were done making his drink. “What did you write for me, this time?”
You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend before turning away from him and hid the paper cup and pen. “Nothing yet.”
Sicheng seemed puzzled by your sudden change of behaviour, which made sense since you were nothing but loving and sweet not even a couple of minutes ago. The wheels in his head turned and he let out a small ‘ah’ of realization before snorting to himself, his arms crossed on his chest, smug.
“Is someone jealous?”
You spluttered. “Who’s jealous? Me? Psh. I’m not jealous. Hendery, are you jealous?”
Hendery raised both of his hands and backed away from you. “Oh, hell no, you are not bringing me into this.”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”
Sicheng shook his head and chuckled deeply. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“Uh, huh,” you replied back distractedly as you wrote your daily pick-up line on his coffee cup. You then handed it to him with a sickenly loving smile. “Here you go, my love.”
He puckered his lips in thanks before taking a sip and returned to his seat. Giddily, he turned his paper cup around to find what you had written for him, to only see you had only written four words this time around.
You can go die♡
Well, those were definitely not the words he was expecting to read.
dong sicheng x fem!reader | angst, falling out of love | 339 words | happy belated birthday to this angel here’s an angst i wrote a few months back <3 | xoxo, svchengss
you were once in love with him. just like the poets call it - the sun to the moon, two souls intertwining into one with the so-called strong bond. all those times you gave each other comfort, feeling safe in the embrace of the other. often hearing other people fawn over the two of you and even getting jealous gives you a sense of pride over the happiness you’ve achieved - not in a mean way, of course.
but lately, it’s been different. you feel different. you can feel the tightness in the air, suffocating your lungs. it’s not that you don’t love him anymore, people would say you're still madly in love, in fact. but you know the better, it was as if you're being too dependent on him. you can't help but feel like you're a burden, holding him back from any opportunities.
"no, please, we can talk this out," sicheng held your cheeks now stained with tears. he was shocked with the sudden confession, when he thought nothing could ever go wrong. you didn't dare to look into his eyes, there's where your weakness lies. but what can you do? splitting ways is the only acceptable thing to do in the moment, where it's beneficial to the both of you.
"we can't. and we both know that," you pulled his wrist away from your face, only now making eye contact. his eyes are red, probably holding the tears from flowing now. sicheng lifted his head, staring at the ceiling.
"so this is it, huh?" you only smiled in return. yes, this is it. but you don't dare to say it out loud, terrified that you might break down at any moment. it pains you to see him in this state, but what choice do you have?
"this might sound cheesy but you'll always be in my heart. i'll always love you," he whispered as you stayed in his embrace for one last time. you only watched as he opened your front door and walked out. one last time.
You’re on a blind date but the only person you want attention from is your best friend (who won’t give you any)
➪ Pairing: Xiaojun x fm!reader, ft WayV
➪ Word Count: 1.9k
➪ Genre & AU: fluff, angst, best friends-to-lovers, idiots-to-lovers, blind date!au
➪ Warnings: Food (reader eats meat), swearing (read: overuse of the f word)
➪ Note: Xiaojun is a bit of an idiot, Kun handsomeness overload also I don’t know jackshit about western classical music so everything here is crumbs I got from google anna (yes i will start using telugu words now since i haven’t used my mother tongue with someone other than my family in a long long time and i'm going insane)
“Oh!”, your date gasps, recognizing– for the 5th time that night– a piano piece playing on the restaurant speaker, and you internally groan.
“Isn’t this Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 1?”, he asks you with a hint of a smile and raised eyebrows as if you were the artist out of the two present.
“I don’t know”, you shrug slowly, “It sounds like that one piece from ‘The Nutcracker’ to me”, and you hope you managed to hide your disinterest in both the topic of conversation and him. You pick up your cutlery, popping a few pieces of meat into your mouth and taking your time to chew.
This was your 24th– no– 25th blind date, courtesy of your mother’s admirably strong desire to find herself a son-in-law and potential father to her grandchildren as soon as your career was deemed stable, and you wouldn’t be here hadn’t it been for the promise you made when you first chose the corporate world over science and math and art.
“We’ll let you major in business, on one condition— you’ll marry early.”
And 17 year old you agreed, because it wasn’t a problem 17 year old you would have to deal with.
You met 25 men from 19 different careers, most of them being either insufferable or incompatible. They want different things in life, and the urge to argue and convince them to see the way you see the world is difficult to suppress.
You’re starting to see why business majors don’t have much of a personal life.
Glancing behind the man in front of you, you wait for a certain black haired individual with disturbingly green trousers and a nirvana tee that he most definitely stole from Kunhang to give you a sign of disapproval of your date from the next table, but he seems to be too engrossed in the restaurant menu to notice the fake glasses slipping off his nose. You shoot him a steady glare in hopes of getting his attention– a technique you recently read about in a psychology book about human signalling from your company’s library– but Xiaojun slides further into his seat and hides himself behind the menu, leaving you to accidentally groan out loud.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”, Kun's voice is filled with genuine concern as he straightens in his chair and grabs a napkin, ready to offer it to you in case you need one.
“I bit my tongue, that’s all”, you reassure him before thanking him for the napkin and wiping your lips. A loud sign is heard from behind Kun, giving away the fact that your best friend was, indeed, still paying attention to the conversation at your table, and you’re slightly amused by how oblivious Kun is to the suspicious number of times the person behind him signed and coughed.
You’ve lost count of how many years you’ve spent by Xiaojun— one of your earliest memories of him being his 7th birthday where, in between sobs, he managed to explain to your mother the unfairness behind the best friend eating the birthday boy’s cake and your mother responded by forbidding you from eating sweets for the whole week. You don’t remember much about the time before he came along because for you, life started when Xiaojun knocked over your 3 storey card tower in kindergarten and you kicked his ankle so hard he lost balance and scraped his elbows from the fall.
“‘The Nutcracker’ is by Tchaikovsky, by the way”, Kun adds as he takes another bite from his burrito, “Even with your limited knowledge in this music genre, you were able to make a close guess based on the style. I think that’s pretty impressive”, he shoots you a smile that tints your cheeks with a light red but you’re interrupted by a Xiaojun releasing a fit of loud coughs, making you tighten your grip on the table cloth in unadulterated annoyance.
If the boy was still listening, why wasn’t he sending you a discreet thumbs down already?
You remember the first time you reluctantly agreed to a blind date, Xiaojun was there to punch you awake and eject you from your apartment when you texted him that you’d be bailing last minute. Having a certain way with words, he managed to make you feel guilty about the fact that you were breaking your promise and although your heart broke a little upon seeing his resolve to get you to go on a date with a complete stranger, it eased when he agreed to buy a ticket to the same movie and come along undercover. During the interval, when your date went to get you caramel popcorn (you don’t even remember agreeing to some) after cracking enough puns to make forget the plot of the movie, Xiaojun pointed you an aggressive thumbs down followed by a repetitive crossing of his arms in disapproval of the man you were on a date with from the other corner of the theatre, and you smiled with your teeth for the first time that night.
From that day, Xiaojun accompanying you on your blind dates had become a sort of an unspoken routine.
“What’s the best music genre, in your opinion?”, you ask Kun out of pure curiosity. You knew he was a music artist but other than that, you knew nothing else about him. As someone who listens to music religiously (and is best friends with a musician), you know there’s a difference between choosing a genre as your favourite and titling a genre the most innovative or impressive.
“I find EDM and hip-hop the most attractive– they’re the genres I work with the most”, he answers, and you’re relieved at how, unlike most of your previous dates, he didn’t expect you to already know about his work. You realise that excluding his tendency to openly recognise every piano piece to reach your ears that night, he was an overall great guy to spend time with. He ordered messy finger food on a blind date at an overpriced restaurant, and that itself spoke lengths about his originality.
Maybe that’s why your best friend approves, and the sudden realisation leaves you crestfallen.
So you motion Kun to lean closer to the centre of the table, whispering into his ear, and watch his expression morph from one of surprise to amusement, to your relief.
“I had my suspicions”, Kun snickers as you gather your things and pack them in your handbag. Your snort, and he thinks this is probably the most comfortable you’ve been this entire evening.
“I’d be concerned if you didn’t”. You scoot your chair back and stand up, watching as a confused Xiaojun gets ready to follow.
“It was nice meeting you”, you shake hands with Kun before exchanging goodbyes.
“Likewise.”
A few steps out the entrance, you hear Xiaojun call for you and let him catch up, and when you turn to face him sharply, he knows you’re pissed.
“What? So after like 24 dates, you suddenly approve?”, you seethe and he winces at your tone.
“Wasn’t he a nice guy though?”
“Then what was the coughing for you fucking idiot!” Xiaojun freezes.
Your eyes drop to your feet, wiggling suffocating toes stuffed in worn out ballerina flats that no longer fit you. You should’ve thrown them away a long time ago but the lovesick high school student in you wouldn’t let you dispose of the first piece of clothing Xiaojun picked out specifically for you. You doubt he still remembers you wearing those shoes to prom, where Xiaojun’s date bailed on him so you bailed on yours and spent it with your best friend instead.
Xiaojun senses vulnerability from you as your blurry eyes ignore his concerned ones. You repeatedly clench and unclench your fists in an effort to stop yourself from breaking down, but Xiaojun slipping his fingers between yours and reassuringly squeezing your palm triggers you to release both your thoughts and your tears.
“I love you. Romantically”
He visibly softens.
“It hurts whenever you help me get ready for a date when you’re the only one I want to go out with. It hurts to know you’re okay with me holding hands with someone who isn’t you, kissing someone who isn’t you, and building a home with someone who isn’t you”
His hand slips out of yours, and the loss of warmth has you holding back a mewl.
“I love you. I didn’t want to go on blind dates because I love you. I didn’t chase after better job offers in other towns because I want to be with you for as long as I can. I dumped Wong Yukhei on prom night because I realised I was in love with you and Xiaojun, I’m so scared of breaking down when you let me go because you’re the end game I can’t have and I can’t keep ignoring it because it hurts so fucking much when I think about how I’ll have to watch you be okay with me marrying someone else-”
You pause when Xiaojun nudges his nose against yours, realising his face had been just inches away from your own for a while.
“And why do you think I’d be okay with all that?”, the earnesty in his voice brings you to look at him and when his irises give you a glimpse of his soul, you believe, for a split second, that your feelings are reciprocated. You’re terrified of the fact that you’re falling for the moment when you know you’ll crash.
He’s just trying to comfort you.
You lean away but before you can take a step back, Xiaojun’s hands are in yours and in the blink of an eye, he pecks your lips.
“I love you too”, he tells you. You know it’s true– you feel his sincerity– yet the tiredness that accompanied chasing after your own heart didn’t let you process the meaning behind his words, and it’s only when Xiaojun’s lips meet yours again that his confession sinks in, so you push him away.
Xiaojun feels his insides shatter. Had he interpreted you wrong? He didn’t want to kiss you rushedly but he had to shut you up before you could profess your love again and drive him insane.
“So you’re telling me-”, you furrow your brows. His head throbs out of fear of rejection.
“-that we could’ve done this earlier?”
Xiaojun blinks.
“So you’re telling me you let me go on 25 fucking blind dates when you– when you love me?”, your yells receive nasty glares from onlookers in the restaurant parking lot, and Xiaojun has to grab your shoulders to shush you.
“I didn’t know you liked me back you dumbshit”, he whines. You scoff, but Xiaojun doesn’t miss the softening of your eyes.
“Fucking chicken”
Xiaojun responds with a ‘shut up’ mumbled against your lips and you kiss him back, the storm in your mind tamed by your heart that found home.
“I didn’t know you were a fan of rock”
You understand the implication behind Kun’s whisper and your eyes flicker to Xiaojun, whose glasses were slipping off of his nose from leaning towards your table for too long. Shaking your head in disagreement, you respond with a grin.
In which a certain blue-blooded dragon holds your heart, but the crimson red markings on your skin hold you back.
➪ Pairing: Winwin x fm!reader
➪ Word Count: 2.5k
➪ Genre & AU: angst, fluff, fantasy, hint of enemies-to-lovers, business executive!winwin, business executive!reader, magical creature!winwin, magical creature!reader
➪ Warnings: daggers, physical violence, blood, partial nudity, kissing, making out
➪ Note: loosely based on the webtoon Subzero, this fic is for @/naptaemed’s winwin collab Casting Call !! (i signed up for business executive but i ended up leaning more towards magical creature, forgive me jackie) titles are not my forte so pls excuse me. I hope you enjoy :>
“In my opinion, Mr. Huang’s proposal has the most potential.”
Your heels click against the hollow floor of the lift when you enter. The doors close and through its reflecting surface, you see an office worker behind you. Sicheng shakes his head in disagreement making you internally groan.
“Mr. Huang’s proposal has too many unpredictable factors in play. On the other hand, Ms. Ning’s idea is stable and works smoothly.”
You’re about to refute with an argument of your own when your senses pick up ill intent from the man behind you, and you understand from Sicheng’s hardened gaze that he senses it too. Through the mirror in front of you, you see the man’s eyes glow orange. He flicks a dagger at the emergency stop button and the lift comes to a halt.
Fox.
Sicheng’s irises turn bright blue, outlines of the scales under his skin glowing and decorating his eyelids. The fox isn’t surprised by Sicheng revealing his half form, this is an assassination attempt of the said blue dragon, but finds himself rather entertained when he spots the appearance of your own set of glowing red scales and irises.
“A crimson and an azure together? I wonder if your blood know,” he snickers, pulling out an enchanted dagger and lunging at Sicheng. You grab his wrist before he gets to him and let fire flow through your palms, forcing the fox to drop his weapon. Sicheng takes advantage of this moment of weakness and punches him square in the jaw, making him drop to the floor.
“Who sent you?” Your tone is filled with anger, and the fox responds with an amused grin.
“You did.”
You let out a low growl, your insides roaring in fury of such an accusation, and you’re about to engulf half his body in flames but Sicheng stops you with a hand on your shoulder, the coldness emanating from him calming you down.
“Who sent you?” Sicheng barks, his attention back on the perpetrator on the floor of the lift, but receives no answer. You muster all your strength and kick at the fox’s ribs, and when he rolls on his side in pain, you turn him onto his stomach and press your knee against his spine, grabbing his wrists and pulling his arms back.
“The Crimson Dragons,” he grunts in pain.
Panic flashes through your eyes and your grip on him falters at his answer, letting him break free. He reaches for the dagger previously discarded on the floor and attempts to stab you with it but you lean back in time, instead leaving a deep gash across your side and waist. At this, Sicheng loses all will to stick to law and captures the fox’s entire body in ice. You relax at the fox no longer being a threat, squeezing your eyes shut at the pain, your breathing ragged.
“Are you okay?” he kneels beside you as you clutch at your waist, blood seeping out through your blouse and onto your palm.
“It’s healing, but it hurts like a bitch,” you groan. He hovers his palm above your own, sending waves of cold air to numb the wound.
With his free hand, Sicheng pulls out the dagger from the lift push button board, causing the lift to start moving again.
“Yuta will be here, he’s in my office and he most likely sensed what happened. He’ll take care of the fox and the security footage, but that,” he points at your blood-stained blouse before continuing. “is something we need to hide.”
You motion for him to take off his dark blue coat and upon understanding, he slides it off, helping you into it while carefully avoiding skin contact.
“They’re probably going to think we’re dating though,” he suppresses a smile when you snort.
The lift door opens and Sicheng promptly unfreezes the fox. Yuta gives his boss a reassuring pat on the back before carrying the unconscious man out, and Sicheng helps you to his office.
“She’s not feeling well, don’t let anyone in until I give permission,” he informs the employee nearest to his office door before closing it.
The moment Sicheng has his blinds down, you plop on the couch and pull your hand out from under the coat, watching and wiggling your blood-stained fingers. You can tell the wound is already almost fully healed even though the pain hasn’t subsided one bit.
“It must be some sort of pain inducing enchantment,” he says as he makes his way to his desk. “I keep a few antidotes in my office for situations like these”
Situations like these.
“Let me,” he offers with the first aid kit in his hand. You avert your eyes, guilt boiling in your stomach.
Slipping off his coat and shuffling in your seat, you face away from him when he takes a seat on the couch. He takes your actions as an affirmation and helps you out of your blouse, dragon markings on your back in full view. You feel his stare on your skin, shivers running down your spine.
“Crimson red,” he mutters in awe. You squeeze your eyes shut, tearing up at his words and the weight they carry when coming from him.
“Sicheng you really don’t have to-”
“Brace yourself,” he cuts you off with a short warning before his antidote-smeared fingers come in contact with your skin. Your markings glow and sizzle, sending waves of adrenaline through your body, and your blood screams at you to rip the dragon behind you to shreds.
The first and last time you felt this was 3 years ago, when your fingers accidentally brushed against his during an innocent exchange of documents and just like your ancestors would describe it, the unadulterated rage that flowed through your blood as your inner dragon growled and clawed at your insides, begging to be unleashed, was nearly uncontrollable. Yet, when you looked at the target of your blood thirst, you realised he was trying just as hard as you to control himself.
With that, hundreds of years worth of ancestral rivalry that flowed through your blood fizzled out when you saw him not as an azure dragon, but as Dong Sicheng, the man you loved and pined over for all the years you had known him for. You were instead overcome by fear; fear of having to face him in war, fear of losing him to war, and fear of being viewed as nothing more than the blood of your ancestors, so you dashed out of your office, dodging his attempt to hold you back and ignoring his calls. The next day, Sicheng surprises you by showing up at your office with a marketing file.
“Next meeting on Thursday. Be sure to have your share of the work done by then,” he said before infuriating you with his usual taunting smile, one that made you rush down to the 6th floor and throw the entire marketing department into chaos by preponing the deadline to two whole days prior to the meeting as soon as he left your building.
The two of you fell back into your routine squabbles, never bringing up your bloodlines or the thousand year old rivalry between your clans, and forever avoiding any possible skin contact.
Today’s incident shattered the bubble the two of you chose to hide in making you realise that you can’t keep playing this game of hide and don’t seek anymore. The responsibility the two of you hold as members of your respective head families, to satisfy your clans and play your part in the feud, is heavy. The consequences of disobeying can be dire.
“The fox is going to spill,” Sicheng breaks your train of thought, his voice careful. Your usually loud self has been silent for too long and it’s making him anxious. He hopes you don’t decide anything without talking it out with him, although a part of him already knows you’re too stubborn for that.
He motions for you to turn around, and your cheeks heat up at having to face him in only your bra. Sensing your nervousness, he hands you his coat and you loosely throw it around your neck, covering your chest while letting him continue treating the front part of your waist. You settle on observing his concentrated state, your heart pounding from the amount of raw affection he’s letting himself show.
“Yeah, he’s definitely going to tell.” Tell your families.
It was selfish of you to not shut him out after finding out. It was selfish to pretend there exists nothing more than friendship between the two of you.
You know Sicheng is done when you no longer feel any pain in your fully healed wound. He looks up at you, his eyes no longer concealing his desire to claim you his, and you decide to take advantage of the intimate moment to finish things once and for all.
“Azure,” you pause when you realise you startled him by calling him by his bloodline. Pushing back the tears clogging your throat, you force yourself to continue. “Can I see your marks?”
Sicheng spends a moment trying to read you before nodding, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping out of it. His dragon is spread across his back and chest and stomach, and is a shade darker than when he uses his magic. You hover your fingers above the alluring markings before delicately placing your fingertip on his skin.
Hate me.
His marks don’t glow, more of your fingers land on his skin.
Push me away.
You find yourself slightly trembling when his marks still don’t glow. You place your entire palm on his chest, and Sicheng wretchedly ascertains your decision.
Let go, you’re making this harder for me.
Tears are flowing down your cheeks freely, but you harden your gaze. You think you see fear flash in his eyes but he makes no other indication of such an emotion, not budging from his position. You release flames from the tip of your index, burning his skin and making him wince, but not once do you sense his inner dragon surge.
“How?” your eyes flutter to meet him, your voice quavering. Sicheng's gaze is determined as he slips his hand in yours and holds your palm tight, making your markings glow brighter.
“Let go,” he whispers before pulling you closer by your hand. He presses his lips to yours, pausing and giving you time to push him back, and when you don’t, he proceeds with kissing you.
“I-”
“Let go” he murmurs against your lips, before pushing forward, forcing you to fall back onto the couch as the coat slips off you. He hovers over you, kisses fast-paced and aggressive and pained. You slide your arms around his neck, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling him closer to you, craving the feeling of his body on yours. His lips eventually trace down your jawline to your collarbone, nibbling at every piece of skin on the way and making you dizzy. You whimper, fingers tugging at his hair when you’re pushed further into the couch, heart weeping and bleeding and dancing among the stars.
“Sicheng we really can’t-”
Moving back up, he softly tugs at your lip, effectively cutting you off.
“I love you.”
Tears spill from your eyes as you try to look at anything but him, wishing you could unhear. Your insides are thrown into turmoil, caught between anger and the pure want to discard all rationality and give into what you two have.
“Don’t,” you plead.
His palms settle on the sides of your neck, and with soft pressure from his thumbs, he turns your head to face him. His eyes are vulnerable.
“I love you,” he says again, gentler. You whimper as you lift your head and capture his lips, pulling him back down with you. You kiss him harder, desperate to wash his words away and to never forget the feeling of his lips on yours. Sicheng signs into the kiss, tucking his knees between your legs as he builds courage to ask.
“Do you love me?”
Panting softly, you swallow the tears in your throat.
You love him. You’ve loved him for years before you found out, and you loved him for years after because to you, he has always, always, been just Dong Sicheng.
To say that to him, what would it mean for the two of you? Your clans would never be able to understand traitors of the thousand year old war between your ancestors. Your blood and markings are unforgiving-
Your markings?
Sliding your fingers over them, you realise they’re no longer glowing, your dragon dormant. You’re confused, but when you meet his anxious yet knowing gaze, everything clicks together like a puzzle.
Sicheng meant not for you to let loose of your dragon, but of your emotions. He meant for you to let your feelings for him take control, and you feel feather light at the realisation.
“Yes.”
The burden on your heart dispels when you stop hiding the one truth that had always been the answer. You only wonder why you hadn’t done it sooner.
“I love you.”
A relieved smile sprouts on Sicheng’s face, and your heart thumps loudly in growing excitement.
“I love you.”, you confess again, pecking his forehead.
“I love you.” peck. “I love you.” peck. Your heart grows lighter with every confession you kiss onto his skin. Releasing a long breath, he rests his head on your collarbone, nose brushing against your skin.
“I was so scared you wouldn’t– I was scared you’d think it wouldn’t mean anything– I just didn't know how to tell you,” he softly admits. You tug him closer to you, resting your chin on his head.
“Us being able to suppress our dragons is a miracle.” You’re in disbelief at the fact that you can hold Sicheng in your arms like this without the adrenaline rush or your blood boiling.
“If we can defy our markings, who is to say we can’t survive the wrath of our clans?”
He hums in contentment, the vibrations from his voice reaching your chest.
Someone forces open the office door and the sound has you instinctively pushing the dragon off of you. He doesn’t budge, instead slapping his fingers over your mouth.
“Dong Sicheng~?”
The backrest of the couch hides you from Yuta’s view. A few seconds later, you hear an employee rush behind him, apologising out loud before pulling him out and closing the door. The two of you hear Yuta throw his usual tantrum at the employees outside, demanding to be let in because he and Sicheng are practically closer than lovers.
“Should I be concerned?”, you raise your brow. Sicheng snorts at your teasing, tucking himself between the couch and you and draping an arm over your waist. You turn your head to face him, your nose bumping into his making you chuckle, and you meet his reassuring gaze.
You think you can get through this if you have him by your side.
SUMMARY: the pianist performing at the hotel bar caught your eyes, later inviting you to spend some time with him
A/N: hi this is written for the holiday event, peppermint latte by @ficscafe and the fic exchange event hosted by nini @cherryutas [💌 @yutahoes] ! hope u enjoy this christmas themed fic :D happy holidays <3
you look out the window, witnessing a scene where joyful children are shouting at each other while forming snowballs in the palm of their hands. inspecting the watch wrapped around your wrist, it’s now 10:45 pm. you did one last check to make sure that everything is packed in your suitcase, it’d be bothersome to have your belongings lost in a hotel room.
once all is done, you pull your suitcase to the lift and press the buttons to the lobby. you took a quick glance at the lockscreen of your phone to see four missed calls by your mother, probably asking when you’re coming back home tonight. you managed to send a short reply saying that you’re about to check out. once a soft ding was heard, you stepped out of the lift and placed your suitcase somewhere among the sofas in the lobby.
wondering if it might be too early to check out, you decided to have a few drinks at the bar. a melodic rhythm can be heard from the piano, specifically a young man who’s busy pressing his fingers onto the tiles. you pressed your lips together while picking something from the menu display, a few seconds passed before you finally asked the barista to whip up a hot chocolate drink - which happened to be a guest favourite, according to the menu itself.
while waiting for the drink to be served, you occupied a bar stool and continued to observe the pianist’s movements which seemed to follow the beat of the music he’s playing. you also noticed that he’s quite tall, his hair strands are neatly placed and he’s looking quite handsome in that white tuxedo with a golden tie. wishing a quick thank you to the barista who placed the mug onto the countertop, you took a quick sip of the drink. it’s warm, contrasting the cold weather outside and the sweet aftertaste lingers on your tongue.
while busy scrolling through your phone, you heard a familiar tune being hummed out through the speakers. glancing at the pianist again, he’s now adjusting the microphone stand so that it’s comfortable enough for him to carry out with his next performance.
I really can't stay
Baby it's cold outside
I gotta go away
Baby it's cold outside
that’s it, a classic favourite of yours, you can listen to it all day. silently enjoying the performance, you gave the barista a quick smile before looking back towards the pianist who’s now singing while looking at the scorebook and his fingers are gracefully running across the keys.
This evening has been
Been hoping that you'd dropped in
So very nice
I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
you could feel his eyes catching on to your lingering ones, making you profusely break eye contact and try to change your vision towards the scene outside, pedestrians wearing thick coats walking back home. sneaking a quick peek at him again, you could see his lips curled upwards, probably a smile.
Get over that old out
Baby it's cold
Baby it's cold outside
before you know it, the song is already over and he finished off the session with a little riff. wait, is he walking towards you now?
“hey, noticed you were staring for quite a long time just now,” he said, taking the empty bar stool next to yours. holy crap, he knows this whole time? you tried to play it cool though, saying that you were simply entertained with his session. an understanding hum escaped his lips before asking the barista for a drink.
“sicheng by the way, dong sicheng. and you?” he rested his elbow against the marble counter, his fingers supporting his leaning head. another mental note, his fingers are slender and beautiful. you simply responded with your name, noticing him slightly nodding at the answer.
“well, are you doing anything on this snowy night?” he asked, sipping lightly from the glass he’s holding.
“and why do you ask?” you raised an eyebrow. only talking for a matter of only five minuted probably, you’re quite cautious about it.
“relax, there’s like a huge christmas tree outside in the park, quite beautiful if you ask me. just wondering if you want to go see it together or some sort,” you considered his offer for a while. well, it’s not like a secluded place or something, it’s a park. also, why not live up a little?
“sure, whatever,” you nodded, finishing up the hot chocolate leftovers inside your mug.
“my lady?” he stuck his hand in front of you. you slightly pushed him away, making him giggle softly.
the lights hanging neatly above the metal posts glimmered all over the park, making it a serene scene. couples and families walk past you, most of them taking pictures of each other. one thing’s for sure, it’s damn freezing out here. even with your thick fur coat and the wool beanie on your head, you’re wishing that you’re resting in a warm and cozy cabin with the fireplace lit and songs playing from the record player. an oddly specific imagination.
“isn’t it pretty?” sicheng voiced out, looking up towards the peak of the tree. a golden, illuminating star rested on the very top, its light reflecting onto his eyes. you noticed that it looks like little stars are twinkling inside his eyes but you don’t tell him, instead letting out a hum of acknowledgement and look up towards the night sky.
“is there something bothering you?” he turned his heels towards you, now having his full attention on you.
“what? no, i’m good. thanks for, um, asking though,” you nodded awkwardly, making him do the same. god, you’re supposed to be on your way home now and you’re still here, with a boy.
you continue making your way through the park, finding yourself in the middle of a snowball fight between little kids. you might’ve noticed it a little too late when someone threw a snowball towards you and hit your left shoulder. it didn’t actually hurt, you were rather surprised by the sudden attack.
“hey, watch it,” sicheng grabbed your hand and led you towards the fenced cliff where you observed people skating on the ice rink.
“do you know how to ice skate?” you looked up towards him, making him slightly tilt his head upon your sudden question.
“i’d say i’m a mid, why?” he then proceeded to nod when you told him about the ice skating platform that you want to try out.
“woah, didn’t know it would be this slippery,” sicheng mumbled out, spreading out his limbs in order to balance himself. meanwhile, you were busy gliding across the rink full of grace, the ice skating lessons you took when you were four turned out to be quite useful.
“you need help, big guy?” you slid towards his side, reaching out onto his waist. that gesture of yours managed to make his breath stutter, now letting out a few fake coughs. he held onto your hands and you led him for a few rounds around the perimeter. when he finally slipped and fell on his hands, you can’t help but snicker a little. he only smiled, looking at how your laugh lights up your whole face.
after god knows how long you’re on the ice rink, you finally checked the time on your watch only to find out that it’s now midnight.
“sicheng, it was nice meeting you tonight but i really need to get home,” you said, legs quickly walking back to the hotel lobby where you haven’t even checked out yet.
“well, i’ll take you home, then,” he offered, heading to the garage to start his engine while you handled the check-out process at the receptionist counter. with the return of the key card, you grabbed your suitcase and walked outside, waiting for sicheng who’s supposedly driving you home tonight. when his car pulled up in front of you, he walked out to help you place your suitcase in the car trunk and opened the passenger door for you.
“so, where to my lady?” he asked, adjusting the position of the rear view mirror and fastened his seatbelt. you keyed in your home address in the search bar of his phone before fastening yours too. he played some music from his phone before following the directions on the app.
“um, you work for the hotel or something?” you managed to make small talk, feeling awkward by how quiet it is.
“nope, only a small gig tonight. you know, nearing christmas so the management wanted something special,” he responded.
“well, you’re good at piano,” you muttered out, making him chuckle.
“thanks for the compliment, you’re a good ice skater, figure skating?”
“no, not anymore at least,” you simply responded. the conversation between you two went on for an estimated 15 minutes before he finally pressed the brakes, now stopping the vehicle in front of your house. the light is now dim, probably because most of the people there are now sound asleep.
“thanks for driving me home, really appreciate your kindness,” you said as sicheng lifted your suitcase out of the trunk.
“nah, no worries. it’s all good,” he walked you to the front gate.
“but for real, maybe we should grab a couple drinks later to, you know, repay you?” you offered.
“is this your way of asking for my number?” he laughed, puffs of breath visibly forming from his mouth. you could feel your cheeks heat up while he effortlessly keyed in his phone number on your phone.
“um, good night and drive safe,” you waved at him from your spot, he’s now fastening his seatbelt.
“good night,” he wished you one last time before drawing his window upwards. his vehicle now leaving you alone, disappearing in a matter of seconds. you smiled at yourself before opening the front door, only to be met by your younger brother who’s watching christmas movies on the television.
“well, well, well. who was that, huh?” he smirked.
SUMMARY: a supposedly cute halloween tour date with your boyfriend turned 360 when a killer runs loose
A/N: yea ik this is supposed to be released on 31st oct but ur girl got busy w school and stuff :< anyways my first horror themed fic so be sure to leave some feedbacks !!
three things you need to know about silly joel:
1. he likes blood
2. he’s kind of smart
3. he never gets tired
ever since you were young, you’ve always heard of silly joel, the serial killer who turned the once bright and loving town into a blue one. whether parents are using it as a scaretell to prevent their kids from wandering around with no supervision or a classic tale for bonfire nights, he’s truly a popular individual to the folks. it only took one night for him to get rid of one hundred lives, one to be terrified of, indeed.
but tonight, he’s just a part of the scare walk attraction your boyfriend is taking you to. thrilled by the idea of finally meeting him after a few weeks, you agreed with no hesitation. sure, you might get a little jumpy at times but what’s the harm of joining in the fun?
“are you okay with going tonight? you’ll not panic, right?” yangyang’s voice sounds like honey through the telephone, making you melt with the softness of it.
“yeah, i’m good. are you, though?” you joked, sounding more like a challenge. he only chuckled, responding with some arrogance making you roll your eyes. as you chewed the chewing gum in your mouth and twirled your side bangs, he carried on talking about how much he’s missed you and how he missed those small dates.
“i’m nearly there babe, can’t wait to see you,” he signed off the call with a mushy smooching sound, making you scrunch up your face with disgust. grabbing the coat from your clothes rack, you moved to the living room since he will arrive at any moment now. and he did, the doorbell sound notifying you of his presence.
“i’ve missed you,” opening the front door and being greeted with a kiss, you smiled in the moment. he brought his hand from behind his back, holding a bouquet of baby breaths making you let out a gasp. you went ahead and locked the door before joining him in his car, a mustang which he finally bought after a long period of saving up.
“are you ready for the spooky season? be aware of the monsters that might be hiding on the streets, though!” the male announcer’s loud voice rang through the radio speakers sending you into a shiver. as if yangyang had taken notice of your state, he brought his hand closer and held yours in his warm grip. you only cocked your head to his side and smiled, now focusing on the song playing on the radio.
buzzes of excitement can be heard in the air, everyone standing in a queue while waiting to buy the ticket. from your spot, you can make out the trail you’ll be going through later even in the sheer darkness. sure, you’ll get scared shitless but you have yangyang. yes, sounds cheesy but you really trust him. literally.
with the staff approving of your entrance, the two of you stepped onto the trails. the beginning of your tour was fine, the bloody props not enough to scare you on the ends of your feet. you took this chance to take a few deep breaths, telling yourself that the ‘monsters’ are just scare actors with makeup and torn clothes. on the other hand, yangyang was having the time of his life, making snarky comments to help brighten up the mood. you did have a couple laughs.
the first ever jumpscare was jason, jumping up from behind a tree with his knife pointing towards you. you let out a shriek, jumping a few steps backwards. and the cycle continues, the next characters being those crazy clowns, freddy and micheal myers. you’re now having the time of your life, joining yangyang in his personal opinions.
“see? i told you it would be fun,” yangyang raised his eyebrows at you. you were about to reply when a loud shriek came from the deep area of the woods.
“oh, so they have sound effects now?” sooner or later, more screams and cries echoed through the area, giving you the chills.
“now this feels like a slasher movie,” yangyang let out a chuckle after his joke, making you slap his arms. an ‘ow’ escaped his throat while you continued walking when you saw a dead body, a prop you assumed at first. you were about to carry on when you spot blood flowing from underneath the woman’s abdomen.
“is that blood?” you began to panic when yangyang rubbed your back, saying that it’s only fake blood. you were quite unsure of it, still keeping your heads up before following his lead. you began to see more and more deceased bodies on the trails. were they supposed to be blocking your way, though? the chills are starting to return, more and more blood pooling on the soil.
the moment you saw one body with the green sweater, the worst is starting to become more and more possible. you remember the clothing, the exact one which the man in front of you earlier was wearing. you whispered your suspicion to yangyang, making him tilt his head with a questioning look on his face. you gave him a look saying ‘trust me’ before stepping closer to the not moving figure. pushing his back onto the ground, you shrieked upon taking in his face. it is a dead body. his skin is still warm from the last minutes of life he had, though his face has started getting bluer with each second passing.
yangyang is now starting to feel a little jumpy although he’s masking the state with a stern face. he has only two things on his mind - to keep you safe and to get out of this area safely. not wanting to waste any more time, he held your waist closer to his and tucked your fingers into his strong grip. you felt the warmth flowing between your skin, somehow comforting yourself even with the strongly beating heart that you can feel it jumping out of your chest. turning onto your heels, you pray to god that the entrance is still open though the possibilities are quite low. this is what happens in horror movies right? always gotta complicate things.
you can’t help but feel more vulnerable to the slasher in the woods, as if he’s getting closer to you every step you took. silly joel could be hiding behind the trees, in a hole, who knows? all you know is you still want to see another day - you haven’t been to a concert, haven’t met a celebrity, not even half of your bucket list have been crossed out.
all of a sudden, you spot someone in a costume, holding a knife stained with blood. he was waving his hands in the air but you’re quite unsure of the motion - whether it’s in a creepy or frantic mode. the thing is, you have no idea who the person behind the mask might be. it could be a scare actor or silly joel. the stakes are getting quite high so you don’t dare look back, you kept on running, following in yangyang’s footsteps. finding a large rock, you two hid behind it with trembling motions. still not feeling secure with the hiding spot, you balanced yourself on your knees, keeping an eye on the previous guy.
the sight of another figure in torn-up clothes sneaking up behind the clown and stabbing him to his death almost made you let out a scream but you got back into your position swiftly.
“he’s here,” you whispered.
“who’s here?” you didn’t even have to answer when a shrill voice rang from the area.
“whoever’s still alive, come out, come out wherever you are! i’m not gonna kill you, pinky promise!” that voice sent you into shivers, your breathing now becoming unsteady. your eyes met yangyang’s, panic now becoming evident in his.
“you wanna know why they call me silly joel? because i can tell jokes!” a cackling laughter coming out of his throat. your eyes welled up with tears, fingers fiddling with the hems of your coat.
“let me tell you one, why did the white blanket become red?” you didn’t dare let out even a small sound, holding your breath in.
“‘cause someone got killed in his sleep!”
and at the exact moment he said that line, the killer jumped out from behind the stone you’re using for hiding, making you scream the loudest you’ve ever screamed. scrambling onto your feet, you tugged yangyang’s wrist to escape from joel but to your dismay, your hands were stained with dark red blood. shock surged to your face, only now noticing that his throat has been split open, oozing liquid spilling from it and dripping down his body.
you can’t even cry right now, speeding through the woods in hopes that joel will finally get tired and slow his steps down. you kept on running, not even getting scared by his loud screams from behind - you don’t even know how far. feeling the energy drain out of your body, you quickly found a tree big enough so that you can’t be seen from a long distance.
you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your cheeks, only now when they’re falling onto your checkered skirt. he’s gone, he’s truly gone. but now’s not the time to mowl over your dead boyfriend, you have to get out of this forest safely.
“you folks have become a big fan of me, huh?” only now you’re seeing his whole form up close - a white shirt and black pants splattered with blood, face covered with a mask. you forgot one thing, silly joel never gets tired.
that’s the last time people have heard from you before your face is plastered on the headlines, one of the victims of the halloween massacre.
<< P: NCT Kun x gn!reader | G: fluff, husband!au | WC: 0.3k | W: none >>
Kun watches as an impatient Yukhei strides back and forth the lawn, his own fingers worriedly fiddling with the bracelet you gifted him in the 3rd year of your marriage. All of you had agreed to meet at the wedding venue for a full rehearsal, but the bride and her maids of honour– who were supposed to show up over an hour ago– hadn’t arrived yet. Ten can’t reach his fiancée and the men assume the unexpected downpour from a few minutes ago is to blame.
“Let me try calling y/n”, Kun places a hand on Ten’s shoulder as he dials your number and brings his phone up to his ear. He hears it ring once before being shoved aside by a mesmerised Yukhei making his way to his girlfriend and meeting her half way through the lawn. The other two men follow from under the shed as Kun spots you behind Ten’s fiancée– your steps careful and eyes focused on not letting the mud and wet grass ruin your outfit– and he thinks peach suits you well.
“You look absolutely beautiful”, Yukhei’s eyes are brimming with adoration, his girlfriend softly blushing when he gently holds her palms in his and bombards her with compliments and confessions straight from the depths of his heart. Kun hears you giggling at Yukhei’s overwhelmed girlfriend, your smile wide and shining, and wonders if you prefer receiving expressive love. You take your place beside your husband as Ten and his fiancée squabble about the delay and their unreachable phones.
“I don’t mind marrying you a second time if this is how well you always carry your suits” Kun flushes at your flirty comment. You rest your head on his shoulder, entertaining yourself with the noisy couples.
“They're a mess, aren’t they?” he sighs as he rests his cheek on your head, realizing he wouldn’t mind freezing time and staying like this for the rest of his life.
“Yeah, that’s why I keep you around”, you chuckle as you melt into his arm, and Kun learns you love his silent love just as much.
A/N: loosing my mind over the nation's husband for the 49th time this week.
<< P: WayV Kun x gn!reader | G: angst | WC: 0.4k | AU: forbidden love | W: none >>
You're laying on sand, hues of orange and pink above you your only consciousness. In comparison, everything on the ground is trivial, and your mind is as tranquil as the waves of salt water that grace your feet every few seconds. You shift to lay on your side and the one beside you follows, darkened rays of the setting sun reflect off half his face and skin while the other half is shadowed in a stunning glowing gold. Your gazes connect, windows to your souls opening wide.
The moment is intimate, you are aware. All that is left is to ignore, to suppress, as always.
But when Kun leans in, you realise you are far too gone. Ignoring doesn’t change the course of the heart, ignoring makes things no less true.
In this faltering moment, you let your heart morph into a black hole, let it swallow as much of the gold hues of his skin, the meeting of his lips with yours, and the display of reciprocation, for you are aware that although there is nothing more you ache to keep, it is all fleeting. The inevitable is heavy and the black hole widens, desperate to consume more than what is given, more than what is at your fingertips.
Kun pulls away, the urge to mumble an apology not nearly as prominent as the lack of regret in him. He too aches for more than what should be, silently pleading for you to feel the same.
Your mind is pulled into a vortex of all ‘buts’ and ‘what ifs’ and all obligations that had seemed insignificant only a moment ago, but when your eyes find his, you find in them only clarity. You understand he has chosen his heart and it makes your own flutter, before it comes crashing down at the fleeting and the inevitable. You wonder when listening to one's own desires had become a crime.
He rests his forehead against yours in the childish desire to think your thoughts and finds your palms in the human desire to convey his. He is successful, he realises, when you succumb, burying yourself in his neck. His arm drapes around you and pulls you to his chest, his vulnerable self warm against yours.
In this faltering and deciding moment, you allow yourself to soak in the ‘could be’. When you cannot picture being elsewhere than in his arms, his breath soft on your nape and his scent strong on your nose, you make your choice.
The burden in your mind is lifted, but a stronger one is placed. Your new inevitable will be torturous and turbulent, you think, but it is a small price to pay to keep him with you.
A/n: malfunctioning bc what did i just write and why am i so in love with qian kun
