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˖᯽ ݁˖ The strings of my heart - Park Jeong-Seong ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ꕤ warnings: nothing!! just pure fluff, guitarist boyfriend Jay (..◜ᴗ◝..)

ꕤ word count: 1k

ꕤ authors note: a jay fic!! the sion one isn't doing too well so trying to distract myself with a new fic ˙◠˙ I wrote this one quite quickly so sorry if it feels a bit rushed but I think its a cute little short moment. I think I'm gonna try and write another small few over the weekend cause I have an exam coming up so I wanna make sure I can still post so yay! ANYWAYY!! I hope you guys enjoy and any and all support is greatly appreciated. ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)

ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ currently playing: sex on fire - kings of leon ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔

Jay was the type of boyfriend to stand outside of your bedroom window with a boombox. Unfortunately, in this day and age that would just cause problems with the neighbours, so he resorted to writing you songs. They were beautiful, always constructed with such love and care. His emotions were always conveyed in these songs in ways that were so creative, whether it be the beat of the drums that represented his heartbeat whenever he was near you, or the lyrics that never failed to tell you how much he loved you. Having a guitarist boyfriend was your dream and you were living it. 

- - -

The weather was just miserable outside, Jay and you were supposed to be at an outside movie theatre, but that had been cancelled so you were officially stuck inside. The hue of warm orange lights lit the living room and the fire crackled in the hearth. Jay was re-stringing his guitar on the floor and you were tucked under copious amounts of blankets and pillows reading a book. The warmth from the fire warmed your cheeks, it was the perfect winter night. The wind rattled the frames of the windows and the rain pounded on the glass, it was definitely storming outside and that felt like a slight understatement. 

- - -

Jay had finished stringing his guitar and had started tuning it, the soft pluck of strings and the hum of notes drifted through the air, accompanying the noises of nature and the fireplace. You watched him carefully, watching every finger and every muscle as he closed his eyes and listened. He finished tuning the last string and looked up at you, his eyes soft and gentle, he flashed you a comforting smile, “you look so pretty baby” his voice was even gentler than his eyes. Your cheeks warmed and you looked away from him. “Thank you Jay”. he knew exactly what he was doing, he knew all the ways to get you flustered. He let out a small laugh and got up from the floor, before walking over to you on the sofa. Jay placed himself down next to you and started playing a tune and humming along. You folded the page of your book and put it down, wanting nothing more than to watch him play. His concentration was adorable, his tongue slightly poked out of his mouth as he thought of what chord to play next. You were right where you wanted to be, next to him.

- - -

The evening dragged on, Jay was still playing and you were still listening. His voice was still drifting around the apartment as he sang along to each song. “Hey baby, would you teach me?” your question took Jay by surprise and he quickly turned to face you, “really!?You wanna learn?” his voice was filled with excitement, you could tell he had been waiting for you to ask him. You giggled at his reaction, “Yea, i wanna learn” you shifted closer to him and held his forearm, trying to pull it away from the guitar so you could shuffle under. “You have no idea how bad I've been wanting you to ask that” Jay's voice was still filled with that excitement, “if you sit between my legs I can move your hands to where they need to be.” You did what he said and positioned yourself between his legs, crossing yours so your knees rested on his thighs. Moments like these made having a tall boyfriend the best thing ever, he rested his chin on the top of your head and placed the guitar on your lap. It was an acoustic made of a light wood, it was covered in stickers and had your name engraved just below the side of the neck. You tilted your head to look at him, “when did you do this?” you asked, your finger slowly tracing over it. 

“As soon as I got it, baby, I wanted to carry a part of you with me everywhere, even if that part is just your name.” You wanted to cry of happiness right then and there, he was so sweet. “Ok, let’s get you in the right position and we can start, yea?” You nodded enthusiastically, and waited for his instructions.

- - -

His arms snaked around yours, his palms soft and warm on your hands. Jay guided them, one hand holding the neck and one poised just over the body, your fingers brushing the strings. “Place one finger here, and one finger here.” you held down on the two strings that he guided you to and strummed the strings with your other hand. You looked up at Jay for his approval and he nodded, “yea thats it, well done baby.” His arms pulled you in slightly closer and he planted kisses down the side of your face. You kept strumming, he kept teaching you more chords. You started to get the hang of it, you laughed together and kissed. 

The fire slowly burned out, the crackling becoming quieter and quieter. You were becoming tired, your eyes becoming heavy and your arms weak. “Are you tired, we can stop if you’d like?” Jay’s voice was gentle, a whisper in your ear. You could feel his breath by your ear, he planted another kiss onto the side of your head. “Yea, lets stop.” you turned back to face him and closed your eyes, a small, tired smile on your face. He takes the guitar from your hands and places it upright against the coffee table. Jay pulled the blankets up over the both of you and slowly held you up against his chest before lying down and taking you with him. His arms surrounded you and held you close, his thumb stroked across your skin in delicate circles. “Thank you for letting me teach you baby.” he murmured, his lips pressed into the back of your head. You replied with a simple ‘mhm’ and fell asleep in his arms.

[ukiyoux]

˖᯽ ݁˖ The strings of my heart - Park Jeong-Seong ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ꕤ warnings: nothing!! just pure fluff, guitarist boyfriend Jay (..◜ᴗ◝..)

ꕤ word count: 1k

ꕤ authors note: a jay fic!! the sion one isn't doing too well so trying to distract myself with a new fic ˙◠˙ I wrote this one quite quickly so sorry if it feels a bit rushed but I think its a cute little short moment. I think I'm gonna try and write another small few over the weekend cause I have an exam coming up so I wanna make sure I can still post so yay! ANYWAYY!! I hope you guys enjoy and any and all support is greatly appreciated. ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)

ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ currently playing: sex on fire - kings of leon ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔

Jay was the type of boyfriend to stand outside of your bedroom window with a boombox. Unfortunately, in this day and age that would just cause problems with the neighbours, so he resorted to writing you songs. They were beautiful, always constructed with such love and care. His emotions were always conveyed in these songs in ways that were so creative, whether it be the beat of the drums that represented his heartbeat whenever he was near you, or the lyrics that never failed to tell you how much he loved you. Having a guitarist boyfriend was your dream and you were living it. 

- - -

The weather was just miserable outside, Jay and you were supposed to be at an outside movie theatre, but that had been cancelled so you were officially stuck inside. The hue of warm orange lights lit the living room and the fire crackled in the hearth. Jay was re-stringing his guitar on the floor and you were tucked under copious amounts of blankets and pillows reading a book. The warmth from the fire warmed your cheeks, it was the perfect winter night. The wind rattled the frames of the windows and the rain pounded on the glass, it was definitely storming outside and that felt like a slight understatement. 

- - -

Jay had finished stringing his guitar and had started tuning it, the soft pluck of strings and the hum of notes drifted through the air, accompanying the noises of nature and the fireplace. You watched him carefully, watching every finger and every muscle as he closed his eyes and listened. He finished tuning the last string and looked up at you, his eyes soft and gentle, he flashed you a comforting smile, “you look so pretty baby” his voice was even gentler than his eyes. Your cheeks warmed and you looked away from him. “Thank you Jay”. he knew exactly what he was doing, he knew all the ways to get you flustered. He let out a small laugh and got up from the floor, before walking over to you on the sofa. Jay placed himself down next to you and started playing a tune and humming along. You folded the page of your book and put it down, wanting nothing more than to watch him play. His concentration was adorable, his tongue slightly poked out of his mouth as he thought of what chord to play next. You were right where you wanted to be, next to him.

- - -

The evening dragged on, Jay was still playing and you were still listening. His voice was still drifting around the apartment as he sang along to each song. “Hey baby, would you teach me?” your question took Jay by surprise and he quickly turned to face you, “really!?You wanna learn?” his voice was filled with excitement, you could tell he had been waiting for you to ask him. You giggled at his reaction, “Yea, i wanna learn” you shifted closer to him and held his forearm, trying to pull it away from the guitar so you could shuffle under. “You have no idea how bad I've been wanting you to ask that” Jay's voice was still filled with that excitement, “if you sit between my legs I can move your hands to where they need to be.” You did what he said and positioned yourself between his legs, crossing yours so your knees rested on his thighs. Moments like these made having a tall boyfriend the best thing ever, he rested his chin on the top of your head and placed the guitar on your lap. It was an acoustic made of a light wood, it was covered in stickers and had your name engraved just below the side of the neck. You tilted your head to look at him, “when did you do this?” you asked, your finger slowly tracing over it. 

“As soon as I got it, baby, I wanted to carry a part of you with me everywhere, even if that part is just your name.” You wanted to cry of happiness right then and there, he was so sweet. “Ok, let’s get you in the right position and we can start, yea?” You nodded enthusiastically, and waited for his instructions.

- - -

His arms snaked around yours, his palms soft and warm on your hands. Jay guided them, one hand holding the neck and one poised just over the body, your fingers brushing the strings. “Place one finger here, and one finger here.” you held down on the two strings that he guided you to and strummed the strings with your other hand. You looked up at Jay for his approval and he nodded, “yea thats it, well done baby.” His arms pulled you in slightly closer and he planted kisses down the side of your face. You kept strumming, he kept teaching you more chords. You started to get the hang of it, you laughed together and kissed. 

The fire slowly burned out, the crackling becoming quieter and quieter. You were becoming tired, your eyes becoming heavy and your arms weak. “Are you tired, we can stop if you’d like?” Jay’s voice was gentle, a whisper in your ear. You could feel his breath by your ear, he planted another kiss onto the side of your head. “Yea, lets stop.” you turned back to face him and closed your eyes, a small, tired smile on your face. He takes the guitar from your hands and places it upright against the coffee table. Jay pulled the blankets up over the both of you and slowly held you up against his chest before lying down and taking you with him. His arms surrounded you and held you close, his thumb stroked across your skin in delicate circles. “Thank you for letting me teach you baby.” he murmured, his lips pressed into the back of your head. You replied with a simple ‘mhm’ and fell asleep in his arms.

[ukiyoux]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ 📰 A man not a boy - Oh Sion 𓂃۶ৎ

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

ꕤ word count: 2.2k

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

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

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

- - -

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

- - -

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

- - -

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

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

- - -

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

- - -

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

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

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

- - - 

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

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

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

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

- - -

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

“I love you too, Sion”

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

[ikigaijo]

ꫂ᭪݁ terror turned tender - maki ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

ꨄ︎ warnings : just some skinship and a kiss (˶ˆ^ˆ˵)

ꨄ︎ word count : 800 (roughly)

ꨄ︎ author's note : for another maki ask! i kinda struggled with the title so apologies if it’s a little… meh. thanks to @ukiyoux for helping me think of an idea!! all support is appreciated, hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽

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having a roommate like maki was always easy. the guy was so caring and thoughtful. 

not only did he make sure the fridge was always stocked, he offered to cook for you as well. 

maki was also a clean freak and did it for his own enjoyment, insisting he did the housework when you came home from work exhausted. you called him your saviour every time, telling him you’ll do it tomorrow - but he always got to it first.

maki made sure to keep it down when you took midday naps, putting his headphones on and staying in his room to refrain from disturbing you. your rest came first.

---

you had been living with maki for around 7 months now. the living situation came to be when money got tight for you, rent in your other apartment becoming too high for you to comfortably pay and still afford other things. it didn’t help that your other roommates were total dickheads - purposefully making it difficult for you to live with them; never cleaning up after themselves, stealing your belongings when they thought you weren’t aware, never paying their split of the rent on time. your landlord hated them, respectively.

you felt like you were going crazy living with them, stress levels through the roof. 

you didn’t hesitate to reach out to maki after scrolling past his roommate advertisement on instagram. luckily for you, he accepted your application after a few days, your situation making him more willing to let you live with him, and you were moved in within a month.

---

maki was especially caring on that late saturday night, the howls of the wind and cracks of lightning loud outside the building as you slept. 

your peaceful slumber came to an abrupt ending as you shot up from your pillow, hands shaking. sweat formed on your brow quickly. you had the most vivid nightmare to date, the creepy visuals still replaying in your mind as you sat there, hands gripping the covers. you felt boiling hot despite your window being open ajar.

---

you pulled on your hoodie and left your room, heading to the kitchen in need of a glass of water. making sure to be quiet, you filled a small cup with cold water, chugging it at the sink. once you were done, you started walking back to your room.

still suffering the aftermath of your nightmare, body still wary, the darkness of the apartment freaked you out. right as you turned the corner into the hallway, you bumped into maki, who was just leaving the bathroom. he could see the distress in your expression.

“hey, what are you doin’ up? are you okay?” maki asked, concern painted on his face. you nodded, not wanting to worry him too much.

“y-yeah i’m good. just got water.” you said, voice unnaturally shaky. “had a nightmare. just shaken up, i guess.”

maki’s expression softened immediately, a sigh escaping his lungs. he knew that these night terrors were becoming more frequent for you as of recently.

“c’mere.” he whispered, opening his arms to you. when you hesitated, he pulled you into his chest, rocking you back and forth for a moment. “another one, hm?”

“...yeah. this one was pretty bad.”

maki knew better than to ask what happened, not wanting to make you think of it anymore. instead, he pulled back from the hug, looking down at you.

“i can stay with you tonight, if you like.” he offered. “i’ll make sure you get enough rest. i’ll look after you.”

you accepted without a second thought, your hand slipping into his and pulling him to your bedroom down the hall.

---

once the bedroom door shut, maki guided you into bed gently, climbing in to lay next to you and pulling the blanket on top of the two of you. he pulled you closer, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne that he always applied in the mornings. it was a comforting scent for you. legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other, you were cuddling maki now. 

you hadn’t been this close to your roommate before, but it felt right, normal even. it felt just like any other caring gesture of his, especially with how sweet he treats you in any other situation. 

“sleep, love. i’ll be here when you wake up, alright?” he whispered, lips brushing your hairline accidentally. he was so close. 

you were quick to fall asleep after that, with maki’s arm draped over your waist, hand splayed across your back. you felt safe when he was near, knowing he’ll be there in the event you have another terrible dream.

once he was sure you were asleep, maki pressed a slow, barely-there kiss to your forehead, his lips soft on your skin.

“goodnight.”

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[ukiyoux]

˚⟡˖ ࣪ 📰 A man not a boy - Oh Sion 𓂃۶ৎ

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

ꕤ word count: 2.2k

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

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

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

- - -

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

- - -

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

- - -

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

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

- - -

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

- - -

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

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

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

- - - 

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

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

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

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

- - -

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

“I love you too, Sion”

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

[ukiyoux]

got something new coming hopefully this evening (maybe tmrw) if i stop procrastinating!!! nct wish stans get excited!! 😛

buckle your seatbelts everyone.

also i would love some asks, as my idea fountain is coming to a drought sooooo help a girl out pls 🥹 xx

[ikigaijo]

ꫂ᭪݁ affianced - euijoo ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

ꨄ︎ warnings : none! just heartfelt fluff ♡

ꨄ︎ word count : 700 (roughly)

ꨄ︎ author's note : this idea came to me through divine intervention and i had to write it down immediately. feel like this might be the cutest fic i've written. for my lovely mona, who is actually married to juju already. all support is appreciated, hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽

ִֶָ..𓂃currently playing: everyone adores you - matt maltese ࣪ ִ🪽་༘࿐

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 변의주ᰍ໋ ۫   ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡ 

“okay, sweetheart, close your eyes.” euijoo murmured against your cheek before pulling back, a small giggle escaping from your lips as your eyelids fluttered shut. you could hear him move next to you, the blanket beneath you rustling with the motion.

the gentle breeze brushed itself through your hair, the cool evening air sending a shiver up your spine. as you sat there with your eyes shut tight, euijoo’s soft hand finding your face, your mind is sent back to the beginning. back to when everything began.

---

all those years ago, you had met euijoo in high school - painfully awkward interactions, terrible haircuts, even worse outfits. he had approached you during the school’s annual prom, both of you stood awkwardly to the side, no date to dance with.

“hey, uh, i’m euijoo. you probably already know that,” he said, his hands adjusting the blazer he wore. “you… you here alone too?”

you nodded, fixing your hair as you glanced at him.

“i know you. and yeah, i’m here alone too.”

your eyes didn’t miss the brief frown that flickered across his face. it was quickly replaced with a sheepish grin, his hand extended to you.

“well, um… wanna dance with me?” euijoo asked, sounding hopeful. you took his hand gratefully.

“of course i would.”

what blossomed from that fateful prom night was a beautiful relationship. both of you were unfamiliar with what love looked like, but it somehow felt natural when you were together, like finding a missing puzzle piece after searching for so long. you’d shared nervous touches, ‘accidental’ brushes of hands, pinkies linking as you walked to class together. sometimes, if euijoo felt brave, he’d cup your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead when he walked you home.

“see you tomorrow.” he’d whisper into your skin, cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink that you found utterly adorable.

you always loved how warm his hands felt on your cheeks.

---

“are you listening?” euijoo’s voice pulled you back into the present moment. you cleared your throat, nodding, your eyes still shut.

“yeah, i’m listening.”

“okay, good.”

a beat of silence passed, the sounds of the ocean calmly crashing against the shore being the only noise you could hear for a moment. then he continued.

“ever since the day i first spoke to you, at that stupid school dance… i’ve been sure of my feelings for you.” euijoo’s voice wavered ever so slightly. “and i’ve tried my best to show you every single day how undeniably in love i am.”

that familiar buzz of emotion hit you, tears already building up on your waterline.

“open your eyes, sweetheart.”

slowly, your eyes opened, adjusting to the light before focusing on what was in front of you - euijoo, on one knee, his big brown eyes full of love as he looked at you.

“oh, euijoo…” you whispered, the hot tears falling before you could say anything more.

“this has been on my mind for a while, i’m pretty nervous.” euijoo chuckled quietly, clearing his throat before fishing for something in his pocket. “my love for you can’t be expressed with the words of any language. you make me the happiest man on earth, and i’m so proud to be yours.”

pulling out a small box, he flips it open, revealing a beautiful ring, a diamond center stone, with encrusted gems along the band. you’d only ever dreamt of a ring as perfect as this.

“my love, will you marry me?”

time felt like it stopped when those words fell from his lips - the words you’d been waiting for since the day you met. 

“yes, baby. yes.”

sliding the ring over your finger, euijoo let out a heavy sigh of relief, his eyes watery as he admired you. he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. quiet sobs escaped both of you and euijoo, your face buried in his shoulder. everything about the moment felt unreal.

“i love you so much, euijoo.”

“i love you so much more.”

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[ukiyoux]

⋆˚✿˖° under the summer sun - lee heeseung .☘︎ ݁˖

ꕤ warnings: cursing, suggestive content.

ꕤ word count: about 2k

ꕤ authors note: sorry its taken me so long to make another post, I've had a rough couple of weeks so my motivation has been pretty low. Because of this I hope the fic is still ok and you enjoy reading it!!

ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ currently playing: kiss me more - doja cat (ft SZA) ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

You had always been a very reticent, introverted person so summer break was your favourite vacation, 6 weeks of uninterrupted time to yourself. It was perfect. Sitting by the pool with a book and a vodka & coke, that’s the dream. Being a senior, you found that the majority of your time was spent on schoolwork. People assumed that because you were quiet you were obsessed with good grades and always studying, but in reality, it wasn’t really your thing. You didn’t really try in school it just sort of… came naturally, you could get good enough grades without studying and you weren’t really bothered about improving them. 

You had just got out of your last class and rushed to your bus. You couldn’t wait to finally be free from all the awkward social interactions that you encountered daily. The bus was crowded and stuffy. The air was humid, a good indicator of summer. You took a seat by the window and put your headphones on before hitting shuffle on your playlist. By the time you got home it was 5, your parents were away for the first few weeks of break on some sort of business trip but for all you knew that was just an excuse to take a vacation without you and your brother, but that meant a house all to yourself - well sort of. 

“I’m home!!” you yelled as you opened the door waiting for your brothers reply, one didn’t come. You shrugged it off. He was probably out with his friends, doing whatever guys do. It didn’t bother you; it just meant that you could cook dinner blasting your music without his annoying voice telling you to turn it down. You took off your shoes, and headed up the stairs, the sun beamed through the windows sending patterns on the walls and floors. Your cat had found one of the warm spots and was sprawled across it, belly in the air. You bent down to love her and plant a small kiss on her nose, her purr echoing through the hallway. You make it to your room and throw your bag onto your bed before collapsing right next to it. You stretch out your arms and legs into a starfish shape before getting back up to change. 

---

The kitchen was warm as the sun beamed in through the windows, the sun casting shadows across the tiled floors, the aromas of the herbs you were using in your meal floated in the air. Perfection. Cooking was one of your favourite hobbies, your father had always been a great cook, and it had just rubbed off onto you. You were normally the one to cook if your mother or father were not there to, and after all what 18 year old didn’t have the basic knowledge to cook a meal, well besides your arse of a brother, self-sufficiency or independence were not words in his vocabulary. You often reminisced about the days where you and your father would be in the kitchen cooking or baking some sort of delicious food, he never had time for that anymore he was always just far too busy for you… or his family. 

---

You had eaten dinner and fancied something just a little sweet, that something sweet ended up being brownies. You were dancing around the kitchen, a whisk in your hand and covered in flour listening to ‘Genie in a Bottle’ when you hear the front door open and close. You glance up at the clock, 20:48, your brother was home earlier than you thought he would be. Still, you carried on dancing around using the whisk as a microphone. “Uhhh… hey?” a voice comes out of nowhere behind you. You practically jump out of your skin and spin around; you scream and throw the whisk. “WHO ARE YOU OH MY GOD??!!” you’re face to face with a tall boy, his bleach blonde hair practically blinding you. He dodges the whisk and its lands just slightly behind him onto the tiles, brownie batter smearing across the floor. Confusion and amusement covered his face. “I’m your brother’s friend, Heeseung. You can call me Hee if you want.” His voice was kind and genuine. “sorry for scaring you I didn’t mean too” he rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

“Uhhhh, yea sure. Nice to meet you Hee, I’m y/n. sorry for that I didn’t realise my brother had a friend staying for the night” your voice was more nervous, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.  

“nice to meet you y/n! but I’m not staying for the night… I’m kinda here for the whole summer” he smiled at you, “I just wanted to grab a drink and then i’ll be out of your way.” You nodded at him; processing what he had said, “wait the whole summer!!?” he headed towards the fridge and pulled out a can of cola before turning back to you, “Uhhh yea, did your brother not tell you” he didn’t explain further before walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You stood there in disbelief and let out a deep sigh when you knew he was completely gone. You were so embarrassed and irritated. You grabbed a cloth from by the sink and dampen it before getting down to clean up the smears of batter from the floor. 

----

Heeseung had been at the house for about a week now, and his presence was becoming more familiar, he was there when you got home after being out with friends, he was there when you guys all ordered pizza, and he was there before you went to bed and when you woke up. It was hard to explain but it felt easy being around him. You were up in your room relaxing and reading a book when you hear a quiet rap on your door, “you can come in” to your surprise Heeseung was stood there holding a can of vanilla coke.

“this is for you, we were out and your brother said you liked this flavour” he walks over to you, his cologne making you dizzy with a feeling you couldn’t quite describe but it felt like pure desire, a sense of attraction thatyou hadn’t felt towards someone before. It was all consuming. “you look pretty today y/n” you snap your head up to face him, your cheeks hot. “oh, uhm thank you, but if you think that’s gonna work on me try again. I’m not that easy.” You were lying out of your ass, it did in fact work on you, maybe a bit too well. You felt as though he knew you were lying by the smug look that was plastered across his face, “don’t worry, I wasn’t trying anything.” he turns around and opens the door, “later” he didn’t need to look at you for you to know how hard he was grinning, 

“yea yea later” you tried to play off the blush that was spreading across your face as he left. 

---

Hee’s lips crashed into yours, his hands roaming across your back as you straddled him. His hair was soft in your hands, his breathing heavy. Small moans escaped his mouth, muffled by the desperate kisses. His hands began tugging at the base of your shirt, pulling upwards. You let him pull it off. A small noise left his mouth, his face triumphant. He licked his lips before attacking your neck, harsh and animalistic. You had never felt anything like it before, the frenzy of him kissing, the nip of his teeth against your skin. He moves further and further down. You jolt awake, ‘fuck’. You had never had a sex dream before, or nothing that lucid. It felt real, you could still feel his hands your waist, his lips on your skin. Sweat dripped off of your brow, and you wiped it away. What a dream. A knock comes from your door, “hey y/n, its Hee. You up?” shit, shit, shit. What were you supposed to say. “ummm, give me two seconds!” you can hear him shuffling behind your door, waiting. You practically leap out of bed and run over to your mirror. ‘god!’ your hair was a mess, tangled and just everywhere. You combed it down and straightened out your pyjamas before opening the door. There he was. Waiting patiently for you, his shirt slightly lifted revealing softly toned abs. you had no idea how you were going to control yourself. “ah good, I was wondering if u wanted to go and grab some breakfast” his voice was still raspy. You just wanted to launch yourself at him, this was hell, but you didn’t think you wanted to leave…

---

Your feelings for Hee grew rapidly over the duration of the summer. The way he would buy you your favourite foods and drinks without you ever having to ask, or the way he would smile at you from across the room, the way he would come into your room just to speak with you. It was the feeling of being seen, he could always read you even when you would try to hide your feelings. He was becoming your favourite person, and in a way that scared you. You had never felt so dependant on someone for a hit of dopamine, he was becoming a drug, his smile, his laugh, the smell of his cologne.  You two had practically become inseparable, you felt as though he spent more time with you than he did your brother. He was constantly asking if you wanted to go out, whether that be just to go for a drive or for him to take you out for lunch. He spoilt you, just like a boyfriend would, and deep down you wished that he was. Maybe he wished that too.

---

Summer break was nearing its end; you were dreading it. It was one of the best summers you had ever had. This summer had taught you that it wasn’t about hiding away in your room, It was about being with the people you loved and enjoyed spending time with. This changed you and the way you looked at your life. Your brother was working an evening shift, so Hee had taken you down to the beach for a stroll. It was warm, the sun was just setting casting an orange glow across the sand. You tagged Hee on the shoulder causing him to run after you, you sped towards the water, both of you belly laughing as you messed around. He caught you; his toned arms wrapped around your waist and swung you in the air. He lowered you to the ground and you turned to face him, both of you went quiet. His eyes scanned your face, and you reciprocated. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Hee’s hand reached up to your face, tucking lose strands behind your ear. This was it; this is what you had been dreaming about (literally). “y/n” Hee’s voice was quiet, tentative. You nodded. He looked down and took a deep breath. “well… I… ok I really don’t know how to say this” 

“you don’t have to say anything” you had shocked yourself; this boldness had come out of nowhere and before you knew it you had kissed him… and he was kissing you back. He deepened it, pulling you closer into him. Your hands were in his hair. He pulled away. “I need you y/n, I need you to be mine. I’ve never felt this way about someone before.” The desperation in his voice made you melt. You didn’t reply, you just threw yourself back at him, nodding as you kissed him. He let out a small laugh. “ok then.” He says pulling away. “y/n, will you do me the honours of letting me be your boyfriend.” Waves beat against your legs and his, the sun made him even more ethereal than before. “yes! Obviously!” you smile a big stupid smile, your voice almost cracking from the tears of happiness you were holding back. He laughs again and pulls you into a hug before kissing you again, for the first time as his girl, under the warm summer sun.

[ukiyoux]

⋆˚✿˖° under the summer sun - lee heeseung .☘︎ ݁˖

ꕤ warnings: cursing, suggestive content.

ꕤ word count: about 2k

ꕤ authors note: sorry its taken me so long to make another post, I've had a rough couple of weeks so my motivation has been pretty low. Because of this I hope the fic is still ok and you enjoy reading it!!

ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ currently playing: kiss me more - doja cat (ft SZA) ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

You had always been a very reticent, introverted person so summer break was your favourite vacation, 6 weeks of uninterrupted time to yourself. It was perfect. Sitting by the pool with a book and a vodka & coke, that’s the dream. Being a senior, you found that the majority of your time was spent on schoolwork. People assumed that because you were quiet you were obsessed with good grades and always studying, but in reality, it wasn’t really your thing. You didn’t really try in school it just sort of… came naturally, you could get good enough grades without studying and you weren’t really bothered about improving them. 

You had just got out of your last class and rushed to your bus. You couldn’t wait to finally be free from all the awkward social interactions that you encountered daily. The bus was crowded and stuffy. The air was humid, a good indicator of summer. You took a seat by the window and put your headphones on before hitting shuffle on your playlist. By the time you got home it was 5, your parents were away for the first few weeks of break on some sort of business trip but for all you knew that was just an excuse to take a vacation without you and your brother, but that meant a house all to yourself - well sort of. 

“I’m home!!” you yelled as you opened the door waiting for your brothers reply, one didn’t come. You shrugged it off. He was probably out with his friends, doing whatever guys do. It didn’t bother you; it just meant that you could cook dinner blasting your music without his annoying voice telling you to turn it down. You took off your shoes, and headed up the stairs, the sun beamed through the windows sending patterns on the walls and floors. Your cat had found one of the warm spots and was sprawled across it, belly in the air. You bent down to love her and plant a small kiss on her nose, her purr echoing through the hallway. You make it to your room and throw your bag onto your bed before collapsing right next to it. You stretch out your arms and legs into a starfish shape before getting back up to change. 

---

The kitchen was warm as the sun beamed in through the windows, the sun casting shadows across the tiled floors, the aromas of the herbs you were using in your meal floated in the air. Perfection. Cooking was one of your favourite hobbies, your father had always been a great cook, and it had just rubbed off onto you. You were normally the one to cook if your mother or father were not there to, and after all what 18 year old didn’t have the basic knowledge to cook a meal, well besides your arse of a brother, self-sufficiency or independence were not words in his vocabulary. You often reminisced about the days where you and your father would be in the kitchen cooking or baking some sort of delicious food, he never had time for that anymore he was always just far too busy for you… or his family. 

---

You had eaten dinner and fancied something just a little sweet, that something sweet ended up being brownies. You were dancing around the kitchen, a whisk in your hand and covered in flour listening to ‘Genie in a Bottle’ when you hear the front door open and close. You glance up at the clock, 20:48, your brother was home earlier than you thought he would be. Still, you carried on dancing around using the whisk as a microphone. “Uhhh… hey?” a voice comes out of nowhere behind you. You practically jump out of your skin and spin around; you scream and throw the whisk. “WHO ARE YOU OH MY GOD??!!” you’re face to face with a tall boy, his bleach blonde hair practically blinding you. He dodges the whisk and its lands just slightly behind him onto the tiles, brownie batter smearing across the floor. Confusion and amusement covered his face. “I’m your brother’s friend, Heeseung. You can call me Hee if you want.” His voice was kind and genuine. “sorry for scaring you I didn’t mean too” he rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

“Uhhhh, yea sure. Nice to meet you Hee, I’m y/n. sorry for that I didn’t realise my brother had a friend staying for the night” your voice was more nervous, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.  

“nice to meet you y/n! but I’m not staying for the night… I’m kinda here for the whole summer” he smiled at you, “I just wanted to grab a drink and then i’ll be out of your way.” You nodded at him; processing what he had said, “wait the whole summer!!?” he headed towards the fridge and pulled out a can of cola before turning back to you, “Uhhh yea, did your brother not tell you” he didn’t explain further before walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You stood there in disbelief and let out a deep sigh when you knew he was completely gone. You were so embarrassed and irritated. You grabbed a cloth from by the sink and dampen it before getting down to clean up the smears of batter from the floor. 

----

Heeseung had been at the house for about a week now, and his presence was becoming more familiar, he was there when you got home after being out with friends, he was there when you guys all ordered pizza, and he was there before you went to bed and when you woke up. It was hard to explain but it felt easy being around him. You were up in your room relaxing and reading a book when you hear a quiet rap on your door, “you can come in” to your surprise Heeseung was stood there holding a can of vanilla coke.

“this is for you, we were out and your brother said you liked this flavour” he walks over to you, his cologne making you dizzy with a feeling you couldn’t quite describe but it felt like pure desire, a sense of attraction thatyou hadn’t felt towards someone before. It was all consuming. “you look pretty today y/n” you snap your head up to face him, your cheeks hot. “oh, uhm thank you, but if you think that’s gonna work on me try again. I’m not that easy.” You were lying out of your ass, it did in fact work on you, maybe a bit too well. You felt as though he knew you were lying by the smug look that was plastered across his face, “don’t worry, I wasn’t trying anything.” he turns around and opens the door, “later” he didn’t need to look at you for you to know how hard he was grinning, 

“yea yea later” you tried to play off the blush that was spreading across your face as he left. 

---

Hee’s lips crashed into yours, his hands roaming across your back as you straddled him. His hair was soft in your hands, his breathing heavy. Small moans escaped his mouth, muffled by the desperate kisses. His hands began tugging at the base of your shirt, pulling upwards. You let him pull it off. A small noise left his mouth, his face triumphant. He licked his lips before attacking your neck, harsh and animalistic. You had never felt anything like it before, the frenzy of him kissing, the nip of his teeth against your skin. He moves further and further down. You jolt awake, ‘fuck’. You had never had a sex dream before, or nothing that lucid. It felt real, you could still feel his hands your waist, his lips on your skin. Sweat dripped off of your brow, and you wiped it away. What a dream. A knock comes from your door, “hey y/n, its Hee. You up?” shit, shit, shit. What were you supposed to say. “ummm, give me two seconds!” you can hear him shuffling behind your door, waiting. You practically leap out of bed and run over to your mirror. ‘god!’ your hair was a mess, tangled and just everywhere. You combed it down and straightened out your pyjamas before opening the door. There he was. Waiting patiently for you, his shirt slightly lifted revealing softly toned abs. you had no idea how you were going to control yourself. “ah good, I was wondering if u wanted to go and grab some breakfast” his voice was still raspy. You just wanted to launch yourself at him, this was hell, but you didn’t think you wanted to leave…

---

Your feelings for Hee grew rapidly over the duration of the summer. The way he would buy you your favourite foods and drinks without you ever having to ask, or the way he would smile at you from across the room, the way he would come into your room just to speak with you. It was the feeling of being seen, he could always read you even when you would try to hide your feelings. He was becoming your favourite person, and in a way that scared you. You had never felt so dependant on someone for a hit of dopamine, he was becoming a drug, his smile, his laugh, the smell of his cologne.  You two had practically become inseparable, you felt as though he spent more time with you than he did your brother. He was constantly asking if you wanted to go out, whether that be just to go for a drive or for him to take you out for lunch. He spoilt you, just like a boyfriend would, and deep down you wished that he was. Maybe he wished that too.

---

Summer break was nearing its end; you were dreading it. It was one of the best summers you had ever had. This summer had taught you that it wasn’t about hiding away in your room, It was about being with the people you loved and enjoyed spending time with. This changed you and the way you looked at your life. Your brother was working an evening shift, so Hee had taken you down to the beach for a stroll. It was warm, the sun was just setting casting an orange glow across the sand. You tagged Hee on the shoulder causing him to run after you, you sped towards the water, both of you belly laughing as you messed around. He caught you; his toned arms wrapped around your waist and swung you in the air. He lowered you to the ground and you turned to face him, both of you went quiet. His eyes scanned your face, and you reciprocated. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him. Hee’s hand reached up to your face, tucking lose strands behind your ear. This was it; this is what you had been dreaming about (literally). “y/n” Hee’s voice was quiet, tentative. You nodded. He looked down and took a deep breath. “well… I… ok I really don’t know how to say this” 

“you don’t have to say anything” you had shocked yourself; this boldness had come out of nowhere and before you knew it you had kissed him… and he was kissing you back. He deepened it, pulling you closer into him. Your hands were in his hair. He pulled away. “I need you y/n, I need you to be mine. I’ve never felt this way about someone before.” The desperation in his voice made you melt. You didn’t reply, you just threw yourself back at him, nodding as you kissed him. He let out a small laugh. “ok then.” He says pulling away. “y/n, will you do me the honours of letting me be your boyfriend.” Waves beat against your legs and his, the sun made him even more ethereal than before. “yes! Obviously!” you smile a big stupid smile, your voice almost cracking from the tears of happiness you were holding back. He laughs again and pulls you into a hug before kissing you again, for the first time as his girl, under the warm summer sun.

[ukiyoux]

so sorry it’s taking me so long to put out a new fic, i’ve been hella busy and haven’t rlly had the motivation. It’s also so hot in the uk rn so trying to enjoy it!! hopefully i’ll have a fic out by the end on the week but don’t hold me to that🥹

also if anyone has anything they would want to see written please leave an ask, i would love to hear any ideas x

anddddd how would you all feel about maybeeee me starting to write some nct wish??!! i’ve been getting into them and i’m so obsessed. I haven’t seen much for nct wish so i feel obligated to try! x

i say this to the 11 followers i have but still!!

[ikigaijo]

ꫂ᭪݁ too innocent - yuma ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

111 | 222

ꨄ︎ warnings : rejection?, yuma is kinda pathetic, brief mention of drinking, nicholas cameo

ꨄ︎ word count : 1.7k

ꨄ︎ author’s note : please read part 1 before reading this so you understand the storyline! i’m back from my break hooray!!! i tried my best to adhere to your suggestions on what should happen :p evil yuma begone. anywaysss all support is appreciated. hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽

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it felt like sheer hours had passed by before you finally stopped the seemingly never-ending flow of tears. your eyes were sore and puffy, your nose red from your sleeve wiping it continuously, body exhausted beyond belief. your energy was completely drained, and you felt empty inside, like a hollow shell of what you once were. 

a hollow shell of what you were before him - nakakita yuma. his name tasted gross on your tongue now. bitter and rancid. even the thought of him made you feel nauseous.

you tried your best to shake the image of his face from your mind, pushing yourself up from his bed. you had to leave, get out of there before he came back. you didn’t want to be there any longer, the room felt suffocating.

after washing your face in the bathroom, you wasted no time in grabbing your hoodie and keys, leaving his apartment as quickly as you could. anger pushed it’s way through your veins as you went, another round of tears forming on your waterline.

you were sure this would be your last time ever letting yourself go to yuma again. there was no more trust, no more love, nothing. not after the cruel things he’s done.

---

rolling over in bed the next morning, the first thing you see on your instagram feed is a video of yuma’s interview in chiba. he was smiling, laughing with the interviewer. the video played for roughly 10 seconds before you power your phone off, tossing it to the other side of the bed. 

‘no more of this, no more of him’ you told yourself.

yuma’s voice echoed in your head repeatedly throughout the morning, his face there when you closed your eyes, but you shut it all out with music and coffee.

no more.

---

the days dragged by slowly, and before you knew it, it had been a whole week since you had last seen yuma. he still lingered in the back of your mind, like a constant, quiet hum in the background, a reminder of what had happened.

you were eating breakfast when your phone buzzed on the table once, then twice. flipping it over with your free hand, yuma’s contact flashes on the screen.

- doll

- let’s talk yeah? come over later

you rolled your eyes, swiping the notifications away and turning your phone off. 

no more, you remind yourself. ignore him. he doesn’t deserve your time, not after what he’s done.

---

you knew the best thing to do was to just move on, forget about yuma and everything that happened. so that’s what you did. 

for the weeks to come, you busied yourself with work, putting in more hours, and picking up extra shifts when you could. when you couldn’t, you met up with your friends, spending nights out drinking with the group.

you were recovering from the hurt, the insecurity, the heartbreak, and it felt freeing. you felt like you could finally smile again, and finally say you’re happy - truly happy.

---

rain drummed against your living room window as you sat cosy on the couch, nose buried in your book. the faint light from the moon cast a soft glow in the room, the shadows of the raindrops painted onto the book pages.

you were pulled from your book when there was a rapid pounding at the door. five knocks, it felt urgent. pushing the blanket off of your body, you got up and walked over to the front door. 

a muffled voice coming from the other side came into earshot as you approached the door.

“doll? please answer the door.”

you froze in place immediately. 

doll.

that nickname, that voice. 

you unfortunately recognised it anywhere, despite how badly you wanted to forget.

nakakita yuma.

something inside you was holding you back from opening the door, from facing him. you had put so much effort into repressing your memories of him, the feelings of pain and of love that you had for him. would it all come crashing down now? would all of your effort be for nothing?

but the other side of you wanted to open the door. you were curious about why he was here. it had been radio silence since his message, and he had made no other efforts to contact you before. even when you were seeing him, he never came over to your place, never travelled to see you. so why now?

as usual, your curiosity got the better of you. old habits die hard.

the door swung open, and there he was, nakakita yuma, in all his damned glory. his jet black hair was drenched from the rain, drops of water continuously dripping into his jacket. he was panting, which you assumed was from running into your apartment complex.

“doll, thank god you opened the door-”

“-what do you want, yuma?”

yuma was taken aback by your cold bluntness, not expecting that kind of response.

“i just wanted to talk to you.” he said, brushing a hand through his damp hair. “i’m so sorry, doll. i don’t… i have no clue why i acted the way i did. i didn’t mean any of the shit i said,”

you noticed how his lip quivered. whether it was from the cold or his emotions, you weren’t sure.

“i love you. i love you so much, doll. i was stupid to deny it before.” 

you were at a loss for words at his confession, it was so out of character for him, it seemed like his behaviour had done a full 180 flip since that night.

yuma took a step forward into the apartment, almost chest to chest with you.

“please forgive me, angel.”

he leant down and kissed you abruptly, his hands finding your jaw tentatively. panic filled you straight away, a sound of shock escaping your throat as you pushed him back.

yuma’s expression faltered at the rejection, and you watched as the hopefulness drained from him. he felt embarrassed, hurt, confused - why did you push him?

“baby…” yuma whispered, gaze dropping to the floor, his eyes watering, like he knew what to expect next. his hand reached for yours, pinkies linking weakly. the connection wasn’t there, not like before. the tables had turned now.

“you had your chance, yuma.” you said, voice trembling slightly. you weren’t used to being so cold, so distant. it felt weird coming from you.

a tear slid down yuma’s cheek, leaving a thin, shining trail down to his chin.

“you hurt me so much, you know that, right? i trusted you. i slept next to you. i loved you.” his pinky tightened around yours. “one day you’d be nice, and the next you’d be horrible. it was draining. i was exhausted, yuma. you were so cruel to me.”

the repressed emotions came flooding back into your mind and body the more you spoke, the anger and heartbreak surreal, as if you were reliving it.

“you don’t get to show up a few weeks later, give a half-assed apology, and expect me to just accept that everything’s fine. that’s not fair on me, yuma.”

yuma covered his face with his hands, soft sobs barely audible. his shoulders shook with every breath he took, his hands trembling.

“f-fuck…” he muttered, looking up at you with glassy eyes, his cheeks red. “i’m so sorry, doll.”

“stop calling me that.”

you could feel that tense feeling in your cheeks, tears threatening to form on your waterline. you tried your hardest to control it, not wanting to cry in front of yuma. he didn’t deserve to see you like that. you couldn’t be weak around him anymore - he had feasted off of it in the past, and you didn’t want to fall victim to him again.

a beat of silence passed before yuma spoke up again, tears still cascading down his face.

“baby, please. one more chance.”

the way yuma’s gaze fell on you was stirring things inside of you. he had never been so emotional around you before, never been the one to ask for anything. it was always you running to him at his beck and call, following his orders on when to see him. you didn’t know what to think of it.

both of you knew that the future of your relationship depended on your decision in this moment. you could see the unacquainted desperation in yuma’s eyes, so raw and so intense in how he looked at you. you remembered how that feeling felt; begging and pleading yuma for just an ounce of his love, yet never quite receiving it. that empty hopelessness… it hurt.

“no.”

the door swung shut on him, your decision final.

no more. yuma was gone for good.

---

before you knew it, summer had rolled around quickly, and you hadn’t seen nakakita yuma in a long time now.

in the time since, you had moved into a new apartment just south of tokyo, in a seaside city called kamakura. the new scene had led you to meet a sweet man called nicholas, who worked in a local cafe along the boardwalk.

your friendship had built into something meaningful over the weeks you spent with him, and a relationship blossomed naturally. nicholas was a gentleman, extremely thoughtful and genuine with his actions, and extremely handsome.

he was your one and only, your everything.

---

a hot afternoon in august, the two of you were driving through the town, music playing softly in the background as you admired the view. the song playing on the car radio ends, and skips to the next one.

you felt your attention perk up at the song. it was one of yuma’s, the song he had made back when the two of you were involved in one another. your hand reached for the radio, pressing the skip button without a second thought. once the next song began playing, you relaxed back into your seat, eyes fixed onto the passing scenery that flew by.

sensing your quietness, your boyfriend spoke up.

“are you good?” he asked, calling out over the music and the breeze. you glanced over in his direction, admiring his side profile as he focused on driving. everything with him felt right in the moment, and you had never felt so happy, so free. a light smile appeared on your face.

“yeah. i’m good.”

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[ukiyoux]

everyone should read this it’s so good! read the first part too!! go show my girl some love and support pls 💗💗

[ukiyoux]

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞 The Roommate - Nishimura Riki ⋆˚࿔

ꕤ warnings: skinship and cursing

ꕤ word count: 1.8k roughly

ꕤ authors note: my first fic!! this was so much fun to write, thank u to @ikigaijo for convincing me to start this account. any and all support is much appreciated!! I hope you enjoy.

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ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ 守りたい ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔

It was the start of summer term in Japan; it was humid and just downright hot. The sun beamed through the windows of your taxi, ‘kiss it better’ blasted through your headphones as you stared out at the cherry blossom lined streets. It had been a while since you’d been to Japan, your mother was from here, but your family moved to America when you were young leaving you always desperate to go back home, the real home. You felt like yourself here. 

The taxi comes to a stop outside the gates of Okayama University; your heart was pounding practically leaping from your chest. You close your eyes. You take a deep breath. You open the taxi door. ‘Almost there it’ll be ok’, you tell yourself. ‘I can do this’ you weren’t convinced.

The hallways were packed and trying to drag a suitcase and carry 2 bags made it impossible to move anywhere. You stopped in front of the school’s map scanning it for any idea of where the reception desk might be. No luck. After stumbling around the hallways for what felt like a century you finally found the reception desk and was warmly welcomed by the man behind it. He hands you a small silver key with a keychain with the number ‘137’ engraved into it. He directs you to the elevator before telling you to go to the 4th floor and turn left. You follow his directions and arrive at the door. You double check the number to the one on the key and push it into the lock. It twists and you push the door, it glides open. You take a deep breath in and step inside. 

It was spacious and beautiful. You remove your shoes and step over the threshold. As you’re admiring the room you hear a door open and close. You spin around expecting to finally meet your roommate. Your eyes finally lock on something unexpected. A guy. Tall, slender, and just the epitome of the word attractive. The towel he’s wearing around his waist left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His hand holding a smaller towel up to his pitch-black hair, ruffling it in an attempt to dry it. Time practically slowed down as you stared. A kiss tattoo peeked over his towel just below his toned stomach. His body tan and perfect. He stops and stares, “what the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

In seconds your trance is over, “this is my room what are you on about?” you snap back. He lets out a low laugh, “god fans will do anything these days” he mutters under his breath but not quiet enough that you don’t hear him

“Excuse me?” you say, arms crossed “who are you calling a fan, who even are you”

“You don’t have to lie, just get your picture and then leave my room.”

“This is my room asshole, how about you leave.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, unwilling to break eye contact and lose this battle that you two have going on. 

“you’re serious, aren’t you?” he questions.

“Yes.” your tone is blunt. 

“Ok attitude, well this is my room too, this has gotta be a mistake.” He walks over to you slowly, the steam still hovering on his skin, the smell of his body wash and cologne hit you, it was intoxicating. 

The key is taken out of your hand,

“HEY” you shout “what are you doing give it back”

“Relax, I’m making sure it’s the same as mine.”

“Well, it’s obviously going to be the same as yours, I unlocked the door with it dumbass.”

He glares at you. You glare back. 

He checks the keys, they’re the same, obviously. Exactly like you knew they would be. 

Theres an awkward silence for a while as you both contemplate what to do,

“You’re gonna have to switch rooms” he finally speaks up in a gruff, annoyed tone.

“And why would I do that huh? And besides it’s not like we’ll have to spend time together, there’s two rooms, right?”

“…yea…” he says reluctantly

You nod and grab your suitcase from the doorway, dragging it to the last room. He watches you, irritated as if this is the most horrific situation he’s ever had to deal with. You roll your eyes and slam the door.

---

A few hours pass and you’re finally unpacked, tidal waves of tiredness hit you repeatedly. It was about 8pm, you hadn’t even eaten dinner. You let out an exasperated sigh, just one other thing you had to do. Your door creaks as it opens and you survey the room, your roommate sat slumped on the sofa a can of Pepsi in his hand, grey sweats sat loosely on his legs and his soft abs and tan upper body exposed. You stare. Slowly, you step out of your room and into the living room. Careful eyes watch you as you walk across the length of the room until you reach the kitchen. You hear a voice from behind you,

“So, I guess we should probably learn one another’s names…” he approaches you slowly, almost wary. “I guess we should yea” you give him a small smile, he doesn’t reciprocate. You finally break the awkward silence that hangs over you both, “ok, well I’m y/n, and you?” your voice is expectant, and you wait for his reply. “I’m Nishimura Riki, or I guess you could call me Niki.” His voice is nervous which surprises you considering his cocky behaviour earlier that day. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Niki.”

---

It's been around 8 months since you first met your roommate Niki, you’d both become more accustomed to one another but it was far from a friendship, the occasional nod or ‘hi’ was the limit of interaction you would get from him, but other than that rooming with a guy was turning out to be easier than you initially anticipated.

It was nearing the end of June, which unfortunately for you is rainy season in Japan or 梅雨(tsuyu), rain could be torrential and constant and it was always humid meaning thunderstorms. Ever since you were a child thunderstorms have always made you uneasy, whether it was the loud booms and cracks of thunder and lightning or the unpredictability of it all you didn’t know, but they always made your heart race nonetheless.

---

Niki bursts through the front door, soaked from head to toe. The commotion almost makes you drop your tea. “Holy fuck, it’s pouring it down out there” he kicks off his shoes and starts towards the kitchen, but you stop him. “you’re soaking you can’t walk through the entire dorm and get everything wet.” You hold your hands out in front of him, blocking his way. Your outstretched palms meet his chest, the wet fabric of his t-shirt sticking to the tones and curves of his body. Your eyes drift down; the shirt had become almost translucent from the water. Your cheeks become hot. Niki lets out a low chuckle. Your gaze snaps back up to him “l-let me get you a towel.” You rush off to the bathroom your face buried in your hands, your cheeks burning and pink. After several minutes of you composing yourself, you head back out and hand Niki two towels. He starts to strip off, “what are you doing!!!!” you yell spinning around to face away from him.

“Drying off?” his voice is steady, a smug look settling on his face, “what does it look like?” you huff at his smart attitude, “at least let me leave the room first please”

“Oh yea, as if you wouldn’t like what you’d see, I can see you blushing y/n” his smirk is as irritating as ever. “whatever” you reply “I’m going to my room”

---

9pm creeps up quickly, the darkness of the night settles in. the rain still hadn’t let up, and it was starting to make you jittery; storms had been forecast and the anticipation of it was getting to you. You sat nervously under your duvet and multiple blankets trying to find some sort of comfort, a small lamp on your bedside casts shadows across the walls. Then the thunder starts. The boom practically makes your soul leave your body and you hide yourself completely under the blankets. Each boom, one after another is louder and leaves you more scared than before. There’s a small rap at your bedroom door, “y/n I’m going to bed, are you okay in there?” you don’t reply, you’re too focused on trying to keep calm which isn’t really working. Niki knocks again “y/n?” again you don’t answer. “Okay, I’m coming in” the door is pushed open slowly, his head peeks around. His movements are timid and gentle as he moves towards your bed. You can hear his footsteps as he gets closer, and then he reaches you. The blankets are pulled off of you revealing his worried face. You look up at him, “are you ok?” worry sitting heavy on every syllable. You nod quickly, too quickly, an attempt to just get him to leave. You were embarrassed, no one had ever seen you like this before, and you hadn’t intended anyone to anytime soon. But here you were. Before you had time to protest, Niki slid himself under your sheets and pulled you into his arms. He was warm, the embrace was comforting and for a second nothing else mattered. The thunder broke you out of whatever trance you had been under. “Niki what are you doing?” you push him away, hands trembling

“you’re scared of the storm, right? My sister was too when she was younger, I would do the same thing for her.” He answers, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… I can go.” He starts to get up to leave.

“Wait!” you stop almost regretting calling him back, Niki tilts his head at you in expectation. “Please don’t go…”. Without any hesitation he climbs right back into bed with you, his arms settling back around you and pulling you close. His chin rests on your head, and his fingers trace small circles on your back. “I don’t have to go anywhere love; I can stay for as long as you need” the nickname catches you off guard and you tilt your head up to question him. “Love?” your lips turning up at the corners, as you attempt not to smile. Niki looks down at you “something wrong with it?”

“Oh, uh no I guess not, it just took me by surprise was all.” You yawn and your eyes start to flutter closed. Niki reaches over and switches off the lamp. “You should sleep y/n.” His hand finds the back of your head and strokes your hair softly. After a while of silence between you both, you finally whisper “goodnight, Niki” tiredness filling your voice

“Goodnight love, sleep well.” He responds before planting a small kiss onto your forehead. 

[ukiyoux]

currently writing a ni-ki fic, idk how long i’ll take but im hoping to have it out by the end of the week if not sooner, i think it might end up being quite long but we’ll see!! 🥹

i’m very excited.