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You didn't really consider yourself a villain, more like, someone with questionable morals. In your eyes, you were in the right... You were fighting for something bigger than yourself... something important. There just happened to be... collateral damage at times. That made you the bad guy in many people's narratives.
It wasn't like you asked for the power to turn any liquid into poison. It wasn't like you asked for your trauma. Good and bad, they weren't black and white. People who appeared good, could be bad and vice versa. Powerful people do bad things and get away with it, and the good people are left to pay the price.
Without delving into the horror show that was your childhood, you had experience some bad shit. You knew early on that power was corrupt and people loved to pray on the weak and innocent. So, when you discovered your powers, accidentally, at the ripe age of 8... You got a taste of what it felt like to make those people pay. One little tap, and the bad people would be gone. One accidental brush and they couldn't hurt you anymore. You could protect the ones that had no one in their corner. You could use your powers for something good... by doing something bad.
The problem, is that no matter how many times you tried to fix the injustices in the world, things never got better. You never felt safe. Tracking down the man that single handedly ruined your life became an obsession... a goal. Part of you knew that removing him from the world wouldn't fill that hole inside if you... but that was something you were going to have to figure out yourself. You kept telling yourself that if you could just make him pay for his heinous acts... you could finally relax and enjoy your life.
So, that's what you did. You worked to track down that man, while on the side operating as a hit-woman for cash. You had strict rules, you only helped women and only went after abusers, child kidnappers... well, you get the picture. In your own messed up way, you thought you were doing something good. The media, however, loved to paint you as some mistress of darkness. Killing powerful men for the thrill of it. You never cared to correct them, it wasn't like they often listened to the opinions of women... or villains.
The hypocrisy in society filled you with anger. If a hero 'accidentally' kills a bad guy in the heat of battle, they are rewarded and praised. If you kill a bad guy, suddenly you are a threat that has to be neutralized.
Most of the heroes that were sent after you were a nuisance. Easy enough to evade or deal with... but annoying enough that it slowed down your efforts. They attacked without provocation, often harming innocent civilians around them. Too many people you worked to save had been killed by heroes who were after you.
There was only one hero that you respected. He was the only hero that wasn't in it for the glory or money, but genuinely because he wanted to make a difference. He took on jobs no matter the size, and only initiated combat once everyone was evacuated. You looked up to him.
He went by the hero name, DK... you had no idea why or what his real name was. Your first run in with him had been... well interesting to say the least. DK controlled light, could bend and alter it to his will, use it to warm or to incinerate. Flashy quirk to go along with his sunshine demeanour.
The first time he captured you, he told you that you weren't a bad person, that he knew all the good you did. Proceeded to let you go with a 'stern warning'. You long gave up trying to understand what went through his mind. That incident happened 2 years ago now... and while you didn't stop going after your goal... you did try and alter your approaches to things.
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DK made you want to be a better person... but you had a hard time letting go of your grudge and past.
"Why do you keep coming after me when you know you can't catch me?" you taunted the hero, flashing him a cocky smirk.
"Who said I was even trying to catch you?" DK shot back, circling you, hands lit up in pulsing blue light. You had long learned his attack style and patterns. Blue meant minor electrical shock, green was stun and red was the bad one. He had never once tried to use red on you, and even the intensity of his blue light was not strong enough to incapacitate. DK was right, he wasn't trying to catch you, at least not seriously.
"You could make a great hero, y/n. You haven't killed anyone in over a year, don't think I haven't been keeping track. You, at most, give people a mild stomach ache. Get them down long enough for you to get those people you help away." DK explained, grinning when your cheeks flushed red.
"So what, you're trying to recruit me now?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his words. He wasn't wrong.
"I have things I have to finish... there are still people out there that are involved in very bad things" you jaw tensed as you thought about that man. You were tempted... so very tempted to take DK up on his offer. You would have a life where you weren't always on the run, weren't always looking over your shoulder.
"Then let's work together..." DK pleaded, stepping closer towards you but not lowering his guard.
"We can solve whatever problem it is together, and with the law on our side. Can you trust me? Trust that I'll do everything in my power to help?" DK continued. You waivered, he made it sound so easy. Like, if the two of your worked together there was nothing you couldn't do. But reality, it wasn't easy, it was anything but. You scowled and shook your head.
"Don't give me false hope. Don't tell me that you can solve all my problems, fight all my demons, like it's just a walk in the park. It's complicated... the things that man has done..." you shuddered, glaring at DK. How dare he come in here and condescend. He didn't know what you had been through. He didn't know the extent of which that man still had control over you.
"I can't help you unless you talk to me" DK tried again, but his posture was looser, part of him aware that he had already lost this battle of wills.
"And talking to you will put my entire plan at risk... I'm sorry, I have to do this" you shut him down. In a quick motion you leaned down and touched the puddle at your feet, turning it into a highly corrosive poison. You fell to the floor below before sprinting off, leaving a forlorn hero in your wake.
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Everything was almost ready to go, tonight you would exact the revenge you had been planning for 19 years. You would finally be able to relax after this, or so you told yourself.
It was a simple plan really, but was not without flaws. The biggest flaw being that man's family would get caught in the crossfire. You told yourself you were okay with this. This was your only shot, you had to take it.
You were careful with your planning not trusting anyone with information on the whole plan. Most of it would be done yourself. You just had to get into his mansion control room and touch the sprinklers, and then it would all be over.
You follow through the motions, bribing the guards to sneak onto the premises. Everything was working out perfectly, you made it to the control room without incident. You just had to make contact with the pipes now, just one touch is all it would take.
"You don't want to do this" A voice pleaded with you, causing you to jump and quickly retract your hand. DK, of course it was DK.
"Don't" you snapped, looking between the hero and the pipe.
"y/n... you don't hurt children, that's not who you are" DK spoke slow, stepping closer to you. You screwed your eyes shut... he was right... but...
"I won't have this chance again... I can't..." your voice broke. You wanted to demand why he was here, how he knew what you were up to and why he felt so determined to stop you. But you were tired, so tired.
"Doing this... it won't make you feel better. It won't right the wrongs of the past" DK continued, causing you to flinch.
"You don't know that..." you whispered, but leaned back away from the water main.
"What do you want from me? Why won't you just leave me alone?" you asked, tears threatening to overflow now.
"You. I just need you right now" DK stated, hesitantly reaching out. "I need you to not throw your life away on someone who is not worth it. I need you to trust me, just this once" DK's voice was steady, calming. You contemplated his words, so tempted to just reach out and put an end to all of this. After a few tense moments you nodded, sighing. Your body went limp as you fell into his hold.
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"Oh, that's alright baby, take your time," Mingyu spoke into the phone, causing your eyes to roll in response. "Take it easy at work, I'll see you later on," he continued. Your jaw tensed as you held your words, tension settling into your shoulders. There were so many things you wished you could say.
Mingyu hung up the phone before turning back to you, settling back into his chair, books scattered between you. It's not like you had gotten any studying done anyway. Karen had called after you two had sat down, and well she never failed to sour your mood.
"Let me guess, working late again," You hummed, unable to stay silent, a slight bite in your words. Mingyu sighed and nodded, leaning back in his chair as he glanced up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, it sucks, her job is always making her stay back. That's the 3rd time this week. They don't even pay her for the extra hours," Mingyu lamented, a pout forming on his lips. You couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes, mouth twisting into a frown.
"Yeah, she is definitely working late," you grumbled. You fingers tightened around the pencil, stabbing into the page with a little too much aggression. How Mingyu hadn't realized what was going on was beyond you, it was so obvious.
"What does that mean?" Mingyu grimaced, his eyes narrowing. You sighed, you should have kept your mouth shut.
"You can't be that oblivious," you murmured, refusing to meet his eyes. A scoff met your words, and from the corner of your eye you saw Mingyu lean forward toward you. After a few beats of silence you continued.
"I mean, come on Gyu. The store closes at 9pm, she stays late 3 to 5 times a week and she isn't making any extra money," you explained, laying out the obvious for him. Mingyu starred, waiting for you to elaborate. You sighed, a heavy weight settling into your stomach. Sitting up straighter you gathered your courage.
"She's cheating on you Gyu, it's kind of obvious..." you concluded, immediately feeling guilty for bringing it up. You cared too much about Mingyu to see him used like this, his feelings disregarded. Before he could start arguing you held up your hand.
"I cannot know for sure. But I'm just saying, look into it... okay? I would hate to see you hurt..." You trailed off, frowning.
"Yeah? Is that your professional opinion?" Mingyu sneered, fists clenched against the table.
"It's not like you've ever had a boyfriend, I'm so curious about what experience you're basing this conclusion on," Mingyu continued. Aggression made his movement taught as he gathered his things.
"Why do you even care? It shouldn't matter to you what or what does not happen in my relationship" Mingyu said, on a roll now.
“Because I love you god damnit!” you blurted. You covered your mouth, eyes wide at your confession. No... god... why did you say that? He was so angry, you wanted him to realize that you concern came from a place of care. Mingyu paused and looked at you, shocked at your words.
"So you're what? You're hoping to ruin my relationship so we will have a chance together?" Mingyu asked. A cold sharp knife dug into your chest.
"Of course not! Do you really think that's something I would do?" you asked in disbelief.
"Just, leave me alone for awhile..." Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair.
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3 weeks without Mingyu was torture, he was your best friend and other half. You missed him, but knew better than to reach out before he was ready.
Rained poured against the glass window, casting small circular shadows along your arms. The two of you should be critiquing a terrible slasher film right night. Gorging yourselves on bad pizza and cheap alcohol. What had you opened your big mouth? Had Mingyu been right? Were you secretly hoping they would break up so you could have a chance with him? No, you were not that desperate.... but-
The buzzer for your apartment rang, causing you to jump. Standing up you hesitantly walked over to the machine along the wall. Pressing accept, the video sprang to life. Mingyu was outside, soaking wet, red rimming his eyes. Your heart clenched.
"H-Hello?" You asked, hesitant.
"You were right" Mingyu said, his voice breaking toward the end.
"I got home today... and found her in bed with another guy... She admitted to it being a regular occurrence" Mingyu managed to explain.
"Oh Gyu," you winced, unlocking your door and grabbing a few towels.
Once he was up in your apartment you began drying him off, silence stretching between you.
"After... after you said that, I started to pay more attention... come home without telling her I was on the way... I never thought..." Mingyu's voice caught towards the end, trying to hold back tears.
"I'm so sorry," you whispered, tears blurring your own vision as you pulled his head against your shoulder. "I'm so sorry for being right" you breathed.
"I never wanted to be right" your voice broke, clinging to the heartbroken man.
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Sunlight filtered through the windows around you, and boxes sat unpacked along the walls. From an outside perspective, the apartment was a disaster, but to you, it was perfect.
The move hadn't been easy, shifting your entire life halfway across the country wasn't exactly something you did on a whim. But for Mingyu? You would follow him across the world.
Your tongue poked out from around your lips as you stared down at the pipping bag within your hand... baking had seemed like such a great idea a few hours ago. Make some simple cupcakes to celebrate your first night in the apartment together. But in practice, things were never as simple as they first appeared.
"It's getting late love, are you sure you don't want me to help decorate or even get started on the dishes?" Mingyu interrupted your thoughts, pausing at the entrance to the kitchen. Mingyu had been working on moving all of your boxes from the truck into the house, and he seemed to be finished. Damn, you were hoping to have the cupcakes finished before he was done.
"No, no, you've been moving boxes around all day. I can totally handle this" you waved off his concern, cursing as you dropped a spatula full of icing onto your foot. A flush settled over your cheeks as your eyes slid up to his, a sheepish smile falling onto your lips.
A faint chuckle fell from his lips as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, knowing better than to argue with you. You were often quite stubborn, especially when you set your mind to something.
After a few minutes of organizing your thoughts, you continued your work, hastily adding swirls of icing onto the baked goods. All the while, Mingyu stood watching you, something that you were all too aware of. He did this sometimes, whenever you were engrossed in a task or thoroughly enjoying something. Mingyu would end up watching you, eyes tracking your expressions or movements. It happened so often that you finally brought it up to him once, curious as to why he was doing it.
"I never want to forget what you look like when you're happy" Mingyu had said, "It's only in watching you that I get to see the little habits you have. Stuff I would have missed otherwise. Like the way your eyes light up when you're excited, or the way you fiddle with your hands when you're nervous. I learned a while ago that sometimes the only way I can know how you're feeling is by watching those small details." Mingyu had further explained at your prompting.
His thoughtful and adorable confession made your heart soar, but also made you very aware of when he decided to observe you. And sometimes, you wondered if he even realized he was doing it.
"You're starring again," you mused, mouth turning up into a smile as you glanced back at him. Mingyu stiffened slightly, broken out of his trance before he laughed and shook his head.
"Hmm, this time it is entirely because I want to commit this moment to my memories," Mingyu explained, pushing off from door and stepping into the space. He rounded the island until he was next to you, your head tilting up to watch him.
"You don't know how happy it makes me, for us to have our own space together. I can't believe I'll get to wake up and see you making coffee or reading on the couch. I'm taking it all in, it feels like a dream" Mingyu hummed, reaching out to snake his arms around your waist and pull you back into him. A blush settled over your cheeks as you relaxed in his hold.
"Stop being so cute, I have so many cupcakes left to finish," you grumbled half-heartedly. Mingyu's head came to rest on your shoulder, seemingly unbothered by the amount of work you had to do. Pouting, you reached down and swiped your finger into the bowl of icing, before reaching up and spreading it along his nose. "You're distracting me" you whined, giggling when he made a noise of protest toward your action.
"Oh, distracting?" Mingyu smirked, his hands moving further down before he began ticking your sides. Laughter bubbled out of you as you tried desperately to get away. "How about now?" Mingyu grinned, stopping his ministrations when you were out of breath.
I am so sorry for going MIA for so long and it being something so last minute. I had a lot of stuff to get through mentally, HOWEVER, I am back. I don’t know in what capacity I will be posting or what I will be doing yet, but I am here! Ilysm, thank you for sticking with my blog.
Thanks @cha-lan for tagging me 👌🏻 this was really fun to do ✨
rules: you're in a cheesy drama love story. your most recent saved idol is the lead who you end up with ;; your second most recent is the second lead who never stood a chance ;; your third is your best friend ;; your fourth is your arch-nemesis who wants your downfall ;; the most recent song you listened to is the ost played at the end of every episode ;; your most recent meme summarises how it all goes !
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“You’re staring again,” Younghoon elbowed Hyunjae in the side, nearly causing the prince to drop his drink. Hyunjae shot a glance at his oldest friend, eyes wide as he was caught watching the far door.
“Was not,” Hyunjae mumbled, his cheeks tinged a light pink as he quickly averted his gaze anywhere else.
“She’ll be here.” Younghoon told him, voice softening as he realized what the prince was doing. Hyunjae didn’t respond, his attention now very focused on the glass in his hand. He had already brushed off half of the ladies at the ball, wanting to save his first dance for the special one he was waiting for.
“We are late because you spent so long with those hair curlers,” you hissed at your friend, hurrying up the palace stairs. “Beauty comes at the cost of time, my dear y/n,” the girl responded, batting her eyelashes at you. A smile threatened to pull at your lips as you rolled your eyes.
You were honestly foolish for even coming here, for assuming that the prince would be expecting you. He had his pick of all the unwed ladies attending, there was no way he would want to waste his time with you. It was really a miracle you had even spoken with him at all, a chance of fate some might say.
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You were here far too late, but the head baker had left you with a seemingly endless number of tasks to complete before you could leave. Granted, the tasks had been left to your entire team of bakers, however, as the youngest of the bunch they had graciously left them for you as an ‘initiation’. You supposed that taking advantage of the new staff was nothing new.
You worked on rolling out the dough for rolls, your arms screaming in pain after being worked for nearly 16 hours straight. Part of you wanted to leave, quit this job and go back to your town. Forget about your dreams of becoming head baker at the palace and admit to your family that they were right. Blinking back tears, you shook your head, no, you could do this. You wouldn’t let them force you out.
“Gods! You scared me half to death,” a voice cut through the silence, your eyes darting to a figure in the doorway. It was nearly 3am, no one should be awake right now.
“Don’t the baker's shift end at 6? You are either here very late or very early.” The voice commented, walking toward you. As they entered the light you realized, to your horror, that it was the prince. You were very aware of the fact that you were covered in flour and probably had horrendous dark circles under your eyes. You quickly wiped off your hands and bowed, your shoulders tensing up.
“Your Majesty” you greeted, voice wobbly and uncertain. He waved a hand, leaning against the counter you were working on.
“No need for the formalities…” he smiled at you and you could have sworn your heart jumped at the sight. “I don’t believe I’ve met you before… and I am a frequent visitor of the kitchens” he hummed, reaching under the counter to retrieve a glass before filling it with water.
“I just started working here… my name is y/n, your ma-“ a quick glance from him cut off your honorific. You shut your mouth and relaxed a little bit. You had always heard wonderful stories regarding the prince, both in reference to his kindness and beauty.
“You can call me Hyunjae” he said smoothly, chuckling when you quickly shook your head, mouth open in shock. You could never.
“So Miss y/n, what keeps you here so late or early?” he inquired, his eyes fixed on yours, nearly causing you to choke when you began to answer him. Why did your name have to sound so pretty on his lips?
“I stayed late to finish the work assigned to my t-“ you quickly cut off your words, you couldn’t rat out your team to the prince, that wouldn’t look good on you. “Assigned to me today” you quickly finished, hoping he did catch your slip up.
“Hmmm, a bakers’ assignment shouldn’t take into the night to finish” he mused lazily, moving around to stand next to you. He was quiet for a moment, sipping his water, either waiting for you to explain further or giving you time to think of a better answer. When you didn’t say anything he simply smiled and set his cup down, you were thankful he didn’t press the topic further.
“Would you like some help? I haven’t been able to fall asleep so perhaps a little bit of work might be good” he explained, causing your eyes to widen. You quickly shook your head, struggling to find out how to respond to such an offer. What sort of prince offered to help those working in his castle?
“I simply couldn’t… It wouldn’t be fit… You…” you struggled to supply, mind reeling with how close in proximity he was to you. This prince was going to be the death of you if he kept this up, your heart couldn’t handle it.
Hyunjae merely smiled at your weak protests, rolling up his sleeves and dousing his hands with flour. “An extra set of hands will make the work go faster” he offered, pulling off a piece of dough you had been kneading and began working it on the table.
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You had been in shock that night, and the weeks after only showed you that the prince would not run out of ways to shock you further. Your nightly rendezvous in the kitchen became nearly a daily thing, him helping you with your tasks and the two of you chatting about everything and nothing.
You hadn’t planned on attending the ball, unsure if you would even be allowed to do so. Then Hyunjae asked, and you were learning that it was impossible for you to say no to him. He looked at you as if you weren’t a baker and him a prince, but as if you were just another lady and him just another gentleman.
That being said, you knew how foolish it was to come here tonight. Stolen moments in a dark kitchen were one thing, but a ball where there were dozens of other ladies in beautiful ball gowns… you wouldn’t stand a chance in your simple white lace dress. And yet, you found yourself utterly excited about the event, about the possibility and of course, about the prince.
“Thank you… for attending with me” you told your friend before the two of you stepped through the doors. “I don’t think I would have been able to do this alone” you admitted, sheepishly looking down at the floor.
“Don’t let the other ladies intimidate you y/n, you look absolutely stunning” your friend said with absolute certainty before pushing the large doors open.
You stepped through, the bright lights filling your vision before the ball came into view. Many eyes snapped up to yours before retreating, but as you slowly descended the stairs you found a pair of eyes focused entirely on you. Your cheeks flushed as you focused on not tumbling down the staircase, the prince maneuvering through the crowd to meet you at the bottom of the stairs.
Upon reaching the bottom you took Hyunjae’s outstretched hand, your eyes focused on him as the rest of the guests faded into the background.
“Wow.” He swallowed, his eyes momentarily flashing down to your feet and back to your eyes. “You look stunning” he breathed as your heart raced. You smiled softly, nervously glancing down at your gown.
“It was my mothers,” you said softly, unsure if why you had even said that as if he would care. He simply smiled at your words, leading you out onto the dance floor.
“She must be proud to have such a beautiful daughter” he commented, his eyes sparkling in the brightly lit room. You flushed once more, allowing him to lead you onto the ballroom floor.
“May I have this dance?” he asked, his eyes trained on you as he held out his hand. You nodded a little too quickly, not trusting your voice to provide him with a verbal answer. When he pulled you in close, you could have sworn that time itself paused around you. You were entirely unaware of what was going on outside of you and the prince.
“I saved my first dance for you… I am so very happy that you decided to come” he admitted, his lips close to your ear. Your breath hitched and you nearly tripped over your own feet. Not only had he been waiting for you, he hadn’t danced with anyone else… If your heart hadn’t been racing before it certainly was now.
When you didn’t answer he leaned back a little bit as he looked down at you wearing the most dazzling smile you had ever seen.
“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy” you breathed before you could even register what you were saying. You flushed and his smile only grew… gods you could have sworn there were stars in his eyes.
“Like what?” he promoted, amusement swimming in his gaze. You look a steadying breath and brought your eyes back up to his, getting lost in the depth of them.
“Like I’m the only girl in the room” you answered, voice barely above a whisper. He let out a breathy laugh, his arms tightening around your waist.
“In my eyes, you are” he stated, the sincerity in his voice washing over you.
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Having a world-famous K-pop idol as your best friend wasn’t always easy… actually, it was rarely easy. There were so many different ways that things could go wrong, from dating rumours to drama to really a whole collection of bad situations. That being said, you really wouldn’t change it for the entire world.
When Jihoon started training you feared that you would never get to see him again, your best friend since the two of you were in diapers. You worried that he would change, move on and forget all about you. But that didn’t happen, he was still your best friend and idol on the side.
It was really by chance that you started helping him with songs, offering a comment here or there. Eventually, you started writing them on your own on top of working with him. Sometimes the songs were just for fun, sometimes he would use them in their albums. You loved being able to contribute in any way you could, and the extra time spent with him down in the studio wasn’t half bad either. You spent a lot of your nights down in his studio, either just hanging out or working on music. You loved time with Jihoon because of how calming it was, he made you feel like you were at home. Though, sometimes you did enjoy spending time with his other friends.
It was impossible not to get to know them from the amount of time you spent around Jihoon. While at first, you were a little shy around the new, and loud, pack of boys, you quickly grew to think of them as family.
“Kim Mingyu if you throw that blue shell at me, I’m.” you started, gritting your teeth as you struggled to keep yourself in first place.
“You’ll what?” he challenged, sending the shell flying straight toward you just before the finish line. You went from first to sixth in an instant. You looked over to the tall boy sitting next to you, shoving him as you fixed him with a glare.
“Now that was just cruel.” You mumbled, pouting as you watched his character do a victory lap.
“All is fair in Mario Kart,” he shrugged, hitting a few buttons on the screen to bring it back to the main screen.
“Let’s go-“ you started before the door opened behind you, cutting off your statement to play around round.
“y/n, I thought we were going to work on that new song?” Jihoon’s voice questioned. You looked back at him and checked the time, you hadn’t even realized how late it was.
“Sorry Ji, I totally lost track of time” you admitted, standing up and gathering your things. Before leaving the room, you glared at Mingyu.
“This is not over.” You promised the male, earning only a chuckle and roll of the eyes in response.
“Since when do you and Mingyu hang out?” Jihoon asked as you followed him down into his studio. You weren’t expecting that question, he never seemed to mind when you hung around the others in his group.
“Ever since we argued over who would win in Mario Kart.” You explained, face souring as you thought about him beating you. “We are currently 20-22 and I can’t let him win.” You grumbled, fist-clenching as you slid into the familiar computer chair. He picked at his nails, watching you but didn’t respond.
“Sorry I was late, I got caught up in the game…but why ask about me a Mingyu?” you wondered, pursing your lips as you watched your best friend. You could tell from his stiff body language that there was something bothering him. “Mr. Lee Jihoon isn’t jealous of me hanging out with someone else, are you?” you questioned teasingly, figuring that might force him to tell you what was on his mind. You had known him long enough to know when you had to push him to share his thoughts.
“I’m not jealous!” he exclaimed, his eyes flashing to yours as he grimaced. You raised an eyebrow in question. “It’s just… you’re mine!” he mumbled, looking away as your eyebrows shot up. Well, you were not expecting that.
“You looked like you were having so much fun and I just… I don’t want to lose you…” he whispered. You could tell how hard it was for him to admit that.
“You’re not going to lose me Ji” you reminded him, bumping his shoulder as you gave him a grin. “You’re still my best friend,” you said, watching as his eyes flicked over to yours.
“I know I’m busy most of the time, but I like having you down here.” He said, running a hand back through his hair.
“Sorry… for lashing out like that. It wasn’t your fault, I’ve just been stressed out lately and took it out on you...” he mumbled, sighing as he ran his hands over his eyes. You smiled watching him. Jihoon didn’t open up easily, he didn’t share his feelings if he could help it. You hated when he closed in on himself.
“I’m sorry too, for pushing you to talk about it.” You admitted, he had only lashed out because of your comment.
“It’s just… you’re allowed to talk to me when something is bothering you,” you told him. The last thing you wanted was there to be some invisible wall between the two of you.
“I’ll work on it” he relented, leaning back into his chair as he stared up at the ceiling. “I just don’t want to say the wrong thing and push you away” he admitted, closing his eyes. He was always worrying about something; he had been like that since you were kids. Most people thought he was just quiet and cold, but you knew he just got caught up in his own thoughts a lot of the time.
“Stop being so cute” you grinned, watching as he cracked a smile and turned toward you. “Do you want me to kick you out of here? It is my studio you know” he teased. You huffed and crossed your arms, turning your head away from him. “You’ll have to drag me out” you declared, sinking lower into the chair.
“You’re on a chair that rolls” he deadpanned, watching as you quickly grabbed the edge of the desk. “And what about it?” you shot back, laughing as he used his foot to try and push you toward the door.
“So… we’re okay?” he asked after a few moments, his eyes a little hesitant.
“Lee Jihoon you’ve been stuck with me since we were kids and I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon,” you told him definitively, watching as an amused smile spread over his features.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way” he responded. You knew no matter what life decided to throw at the two of you that you would always have each other.
notes; wow this is adorable fluff, also thank you for reading what I write!! NCT is a wonderful group of chaotic boys and I hope you’re enjoying learning about/watching their stuff!!
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“Lucas babe come on, I gotta get ready for class,” you giggled, attempting to pry your boyfriends’ arms away from your abdomen to no avail. He groaned and shook his head, burying his face further into the blankets. Maybe he thought that if he didn’t open his eyes, he wouldn’t have to get out of bed yet.
“Last I checked you have an assignment due at noon you need to finish.” You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, sunlight illuminating the different tones.
“Day hasn’t started yet,” he grumbled, tightening his hold on you. You smiled and rolled your eyes; he had always been a sulky morning person. There have been many times you were almost late because he had tapped you in bed with his arms and promises of cuddles.
“Sweetheart, it’s already 8am.” You explained, watching as he turned his head to the side, one eye peeking up at you unamused. You leaned down to peck his cheek.
“Let’s just stay in bed” he whined, pulling you closer to him and once again hiding his eyes from the intrusive light filtering into the room. Losing your balance, you laughed as you fell into him, his arms dragging you back under the covers.
“You know I want nothing more than to just stay here in bed with you,” you soothed, hand reaching up to run along his cheek and closed eyes. He smiled, leaning into your touch. “But if I miss this class again I start losing marks for attendance” you explained, pouting as you thought about your mark dropping. He mumbled a response, sighing a little bit as his hold on you loosened.
“You’ll come back after class, right?” he asked, his eyes peeking out at you, giving you those irresistible puppy dog eyes. You smiled, thumb stroking along the side of his cheek.
“I’ll even bring back lunch.” You said, knowing that the promise of food was an easy way to pacify your adorably clingy boyfriend. His eyes lit up at the comment, kissing you quickly as his arms retreated from your body, finally allowing you to get out of bed.
“But only if you get your assignment done,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him. He nodded too quickly, grinning as he ran his fingers through his messy hair.
“Deal.” He told you, a bright smile lighting up his face. It was times like these that you felt extremely lucky to have someone like him in your life. Someone to brighten up your morning and give you something to look forward to upon coming home.
“Stop being so cute.” You pouted, leaning over to give him another quick peck on the lips.
“Only for you” he grinned, reaching up to slide his hand around the back of your neck and pull you into another longer-lasting kiss. You got lost in the soft feeling of his lips on yours and had to force yourself to pull back. At this rate you were going to be late.
So for the drabble game I’m answering requests when I get inspiration for them. I’m finding that a lot easier than forcing myself to write and they usually come out better. Sorry if it takes me longer to get to yours. I will definitely get to it at some point I promise, I’m trying not to leave the older ones for TOO long. Forcing myself to write when I’m not like inspired or have ideas was just stressing my brain🥲
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