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Viola pt. 1

parings: yandere! xiaojun x fem!reader , yangyang x fem! reader, best friend! Ten x fem! reader

genere: angst, thriller, college! au

WARNINGS: 18+!!, stalking, obsessive behavior, manipulation, mentions of alcohol

synopsis : you and your two best friends, Ten and Yangyang, navigate college life in your shared apartment and your shared love for dance. But when the charming and seemingly perfect Xiaojun inserts himself into your world, things take a dark turn. Beneath his warm smile lies an obsessive desire for you. One that grows dangerously intense as your feelings begin shifting toward Yangyang. What you don’t know is that Xiaojun has been watching you all along, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep you close.

You had always loved dancing. It was the one place where you could lose yourself completely, where the stress of college, the expectations, and the constant noise of life faded into the rhythm of music. And you weren’t alone in it. Your best friends, Ten and Yangyang, shared that love with you.

The three of you had been inseparable since freshman year, meeting through your university’s dance club. Living together in a small but cozy apartment near campus, you had spent your days attending classes and your nights practicing choreography. Life was simple, and you liked that.

But lately, you had been feeling something… unsettling. A presence. A weight in the air. Like eyes watching you, following your every move.

One evening, after practice, you finally decided to tell your roommates.

“I feel like someone has been watching me”

Yangyang, who had been scrolling through his phone, looked up instantly. “What? Like a stalker?” His face shifted from playful to serious in seconds.

Ten, sitting cross-legged on the floor stretching his legs, he raised an eyebrow. “You sure? It could just be in your head.”

you sighed. “I don’t know. It just… it feels real. Sometimes I turn around, and I swear I see someone, but then they’re gone. And even when I’m alone, I feel like I’m not.”

Yangyang frowned. “That’s creepy. Do you want me to walk with you to class?”

“I can take care of myself,” you huffed.

Ten leaned back on his hands, thinking. “Maybe someone does have their eyes on you, but that doesn’t mean they have bad intentions. Are you sure it’s not just, like, an admirer?”

you rolled your eyes. “That’s not the point, Ten. It’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Alright, alright,” Ten sighed. “Just… be careful, okay? But if you do see someone sketchy, tell us right away.”

Yangyang nodded in agreement, though you could see he believed you more than Ten did.

Little did they know, you actually were being watched.

By Xiaojun.

—

Xiaojun had first noticed you at the beginning of the semester. You wasn’t just beautiful; you had a presence, a light that made it impossible to look away. He found himself watching you during lectures, in the hallways, and most often, during dance practice.

At first, it was curiosity. Then it became something more.

Possession.

You didn’t know it yet, but you belonged to him.

The only problem? Ten.

Ten was too close to you. Too comfortable, too familiar. Xiaojun had studied your friendship and knew that Ten was the biggest obstacle standing between you and him.

And so, Xiaojun devised a plan.

—

The next week, the dance club held open auditions. Xiaojun joined.

You had no idea why, but the moment he stepped onto the dance floor, something in your stomach twisted a little. He was charming, that was obvious. He introduced himself with a bright smile, his confidence effortless. Even Ten and Yangyang seemed to warm up to him quickly.

And he was good, really good. He moved with a natural ease, his rhythm impeccable. The entire club, including the instructor, was impressed.

You, however, felt unsettled.

But why?

You had seen him around campus before. He had always been in the background, never really someone who stood out to you. But now, he was suddenly everywhere.

—

As weeks passed, Xiaojun ingratiated himself into your friend group seamlessly. He was friendly, funny, and likable. Even Ten, who was usually hard to impress, admitted that Xiaojun was cool.

But Yangyang remained wary.

Yangyang, who was perceptive in ways others weren’t, noticed the way Xiaojun watched you.

And what made Yangyang most uneasy was that Xiaojun had already figured out his secret, his hidden crush on you.

One night, after practice, the two of them were left alone in the studio. Xiaojun leaned against the mirror, watching Yangyang tie his shoes.

“You like her, don’t you?”

Yangyang froze for half a second before forcing a scoff. “What?”

Xiaojun smirked. “Y/N. You like her.”

Yangyang rolled his eyes. “And what if I do?”

“Too bad,” Xiaojun said smoothly. “She’s mine.”

Yangyang scoffed “She’s not anyone’s”

Xiaojun only chuckled, pushing off the mirror. “We’ll see about that.”

—

As the semester went on, you started to let your guard down around Xiaojun. He was always there, supporting you, laughing with you, making you feel seen.

And you hated to admit it, but she liked his attention.

Still, you noticed something strange.

Whenever you were with Ten,Xiaojun would find a way to be there too. He would subtly insert himself into conversations, brush off Ten’s words, and make sure your focus was on him instead.

And then there were the small things.

Like the time you mentioned wanting to try a new café, and Xiaojun just so happened to show up there when you went.

Or the way you felt his gaze on you even when he wasn’t in sight.

Xiaojun hid his true nature well. To you, he was a sweet, reliable friend. To Ten and Yangyang, he was the cool new guy.

But in reality, he was waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment to make you his.

And if anyone got in his way…

Well, he’d take care of them.

Even if that meant getting rid of your friends.

_

The tension in the apartment was growing thicker by the day, though you didn’t fully realize it.

To you, things seemed fine, normal, even. Classes were the usual mix of stress and exhaustion, dance practice was still the highlight of your day, and your friendship with Xiaojun had only grown stronger.

But to Yangyang, everything was wrong.

Xiaojun was everywhere. Always near you, always charming his way into their group. And worst of all, you seemed to like it.

Yangyang saw the way your eyes lingered on Xiaojun when you thought no one was looking. The way you laughed a little too hard at his jokes, how you leaned just a little closer when he spoke to you.

You liked him.

And it was driving Yangyang insane.

—

Ten, oblivious to the silent war brewing, had the bright idea of hosting a small drinking night at their apartment.

“It’s been forever since we just chilled,” Ten had said, stretching after practice. “We should drink this weekend.”

“I’m down,” you grinned. “It’s been a while.”

Yangyang hesitated for half a second, but then nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Xiaojun, of course, was the first to agree. “Sounds fun.”

That was how the four of you ended up sitting on the living room floor Saturday night, a half-empty bottle of whisky between you, the air thick with alcohol and laughter.

You were flushed from the drinks, your head light and dizzy, but you were happy. You leaned against Ten’s shoulder, giggling at something he said, completely unaware of the way Xiaojun’s gaze darkened for a split second before returning to its usual warmth.

Yangyang, sitting across from them, took a slow sip of his drink, watching the interaction with narrowed eyes.

“You guys are too close,” Xiaojun suddenly said, tilting his head as he looked at you and Ten.

You blinked. “What? No, we’re not.”

Ten smirked, nudging you playfully. “Yeah, you, maybe we should start acting like strangers.”

You laughed, pushing him back. “Shut up.”

But Xiaojun’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Yangyang noticed.

“Are you jealous or something?” Yangyang asked, leaning back on his palms. His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it.

Xiaojun chuckled, shaking his head. “Not at all. I just think it’s interesting.”

The conversation moved on, but Yangyang didn’t forget the look in Xiaojun’s eyes.

—

As the night stretched on, Ten was the first to call it quits.

“I’m so done,” he groaned, flopping onto the couch. “Wake me up in the morning.”

You snorted. “You didn’t even drink that much.”

Ten waved you off, already half-asleep.

Yangyang wasn’t far behind. “I should sleep too,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he pushed himself up. He glanced at you. “You okay?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I’m good. Go sleep.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking between you and Xiaojun.

Something in his gut told him to stay.

But before he could make an excuse, Xiaojun stretched and yawned. “I should head home soon, too.”

Yangyang narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn’t trust it.

Still, he nodded and disappeared into his room.

That left you and Xiaojun alone.

The apartment was quiet now, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of Ten’s breathing from the couch.

You sighed, tilting your head back. “I don’t feel like moving.”

Xiaojun chuckled. “Then don’t.”

You turned to look at him. His eyes were soft, his lips curled in an easy smile.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You were drunk. That had to be it.

Xiaojun tilted his head slightly, watching you. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly.

He smirked. “Liar.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest wouldn’t go away.

After a moment, you sighed. “You can stay the night if you want. It’s late.”

Xiaojun raised a brow. “Where would I sleep?”

“…My bed, I guess.”

Xiaojun didn’t hesitate. “Alright.”

—

You should have felt nervous.

But you didn’t.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you had started seeing Xiaojun in a different light. Either way, as you lay side by side in your bed, the room dimly lit by your bedside lamp, you found yourself relaxing.

He smelled nice—clean, a little like the cologne he always wore. His presence was warm, steady.

“This is kinda dangerous, you know,” Xiaojun murmured suddenly.

You turned your head to look at him. “What?”

His lips curled into a slow smile. “Letting a guy sleep in your bed.”

You scoffed. “Please. It’s just you.”

His smile didn’t falter, but something flickered in his eyes.

Just me.

You had no idea.

As you drifted off to sleep, Xiaojun lay awake beside you, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

He had waited so long for this.

—

The next morning, you woke up with a headache and a strange sense of unease.

Xiaojun was still asleep beside you, his face relaxed, his breathing even. It should have been harmless. It was harmless. And yet, something about waking up next to him left you feeling… off.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, making your way to the kitchen where you found Yangyang already awake, nursing a cup of coffee at the counter.

His eyes flicked up as you walked in.

“You good?” he asked, voice groggy.

You nodded, rubbing your temples. “Just hungover.”

Yangyang hummed, watching you carefully. Then, after a pause, he said, “So… Xiaojun slept in your bed last night.”

You stiffened for a split second before shrugging. “Yeah, it was late, and he had nowhere else to sleep.”

Yangyang scoffed softly, setting his mug down. “He could’ve slept on the couch. Or the floor.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why do you care?”

Yangyang’s jaw tensed slightly. “I don’t.”

Lie.

You sighed, deciding to let it go. You were too tired to argue, and honestly, you didn’t even know why it mattered.

But Ten noticed the shift in the air the second he woke up.

—

Over the next few days, things only got worse.

Yangyang was irritated. Xiaojun was always around. He was too smooth, too charming, and the worst part? You were falling for it.

Yangyang saw the way you looked at him, the way you laughed at his stupid jokes, how you seemed comfortable around him.

And it drove him insane.

Ten, being the most observant one in their group, picked up on Yangyang’s tension immediately.

“Dude,” Ten muttered one day, pulling Yangyang aside after practice. “You’ve been acting weird.”

Yangyang rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ten crossed his arms. “You do know. And I know exactly why.”

Yangyang tensed but didn’t say anything.

Ten smirked. “You’re jealous of Xiaojun.”

Yangyang’s expression darkened. “I’m not jealous.”

“Right.” Ten gave him a knowing look. “You’ve been sulking ever since he got close to you.”

Yangyang scoffed, looking away. “He’s just annoying.”

Ten watched him carefully, his smirk fading into something softer. “You like her.”

Silence.

Yangyang exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because she likes him.”

Ten didn’t argue. He could see it, too.

But something about Xiaojun never sat right with him.

—

Then, Xiaojun made his first mistake.

It was a small thing. Something that shouldn’t have even mattered.

But it changed everything.

They were at the dance studio, practicing a new routine. You were struggling with one particular move, getting frustrated every time you messed up.

Xiaojun, ever the perfect guy, walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips.

“Here, let me help you,” he murmured, guiding your movements.

The moment his hands touched you, you stiffened.

It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable—Xiaojun had always been touchy. But this time, it felt… off.

Forced.

Possessive.

You suddenly became hyperaware of how close he was, of the way his fingers lingered a second too long.

And for the first time since you had started liking him, a bad feeling settled in your stomach.

—

Yangyang saw the shift immediately.

He had been watching the interaction from across the room, arms crossed tightly, jaw clenched. But the moment you pulled away, something inside him settled.

Xiaojun noticed, too.

You laughed it off, making some excuse about needing a break before quickly walking off to the side.

And who was the first person you went to?

Yangyang.

Xiaojun felt his blood boil.

You plopped down beside Yangyang, groaning. “I suck.”

Yangyang raised an eyebrow. “You don’t suck.”

“I can’t get that move right.”

Yangyang nudged your shoulder. “You’ll get it. You always do.”

You glanced at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “Thanks, Yangyang.”

Xiaojun clenched his fists.

He hated the way you looked at Yangyang.

Yangyang, who didn’t deserve your attention. Who was nothing but an annoying little brat in his eyes.

And yet, there you were—leaning into him, laughing at his words, completely forgetting about Xiaojun.

He forced a smile, masking the storm brewing inside him.

For now.

—

That night, you couldn’t shake the weird feeling in your gut.

Something about the way Xiaojun had touched you earlier—it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t right either.

You had never questioned his intentions before. He was Xiaojun, the guy who had been nothing but sweet to you since the day they met.

And yet, the more you thought about it, the more you realized something.

Xiaojun never really gave you space.

He was always there. Always watching, always waiting.

You shook your head, pushing the thought away.

Maybe you were overthinking.

Maybe you just needed to sleep.

Little did you know, you weren’t the only one awake that night.

Xiaojun sat in his room, staring at his phone, his jaw clenched as he scrolled through pictures of you.

And one thought consumed him.

He wanted to get rid of Yangyang.

—

You weren’t sure when the shift happened, but it was undeniable now. The excitement you had once felt around Xiaojun had dulled.

You still liked him—at least, you thought you did—but there was something gnawing at you. A subtle discomfort that you couldn’t explain.

It had started small. The way he always seemed to know where you were. The way he conveniently showed up whenever you needed something, like he was waiting for the opportunity. And then there was the way he had touched you during practice��too familiar, too firm.

It wasn’t outright wrong, but it wasn’t right either.

And worst of all? Yangyang had noticed.

—

For the past few days, Yangyang had been acting different.

More annoyed. More present.

If Xiaojun was around, Yangyang made sure he was, too. If Xiaojun made you laugh, Yangyang would say something funnier. If Xiaojun tried to help you during practice, Yangyang would offer first.

And Xiaojun hated it.

Ten noticed it, too.

Sitting in their apartment one evening, Ten casually tossed a chip into his mouth and eyed Yangyang. “So, are you gonna admit you hate Xiaojun, or are we just gonna pretend you don’t?”

Yangyang, who had been scrolling through his phone, didn’t even look up. “I don’t hate him.”

Ten snorted. “Right.”

“I don’t,” Yangyang insisted. “I just don’t like him.”

“Uh-huh. And this wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that y/n and Xiaojun have been getting close, right?”

Yangyang’s jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.

Ten smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Before Yangyang could respond, the front door opened, and you walked in, looking drained.

“Bad day?” Ten asked.

You groaned, dropping onto the couch. “I don’t know. I just… I feel off.”

Yangyang glanced at you. “Because of Xiaojun?”

You hesitated. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

Ten raised an eyebrow. “Did he do something?”

You chewed on your lip. “No, he’s just… I don’t know how to explain it. He hasn’t done anything, but something feels weird.”

Yangyang sat forward, eyes sharpening. “Weird how?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Yangyang. Just weird.”

Yangyang exchanged a glance with Ten, who gave him a knowing look.

Ten exhaled and stretched. “You need a distraction. Let’s do something fun tonight.”

You smiled slightly. “Like what?”

Yangyang smirked. “Drinks?”

Ten clapped his hands. “Done.”

—

You should have known Xiaojun would show up.

It was never explicitly said, but somehow, he always found out where you were.

You weren’t even surprised when he walked into the bar later that night, greeting you guys with his usual charming grin.

“What a coincidence,” Xiaojun said smoothly, sliding into the booth beside you.

Yangyang tensed. “Yeah. Crazy coincidence.”

Xiaojun ignored him, turning his attention to you. “You look good tonight.”

You gave him a small smile, but something about the compliment felt off. It felt too practiced.

Xiaojun had a way of making everything feel intentional, like he was following a script only he could see.

As the night went on, the drinks kept flowing, but the tension in the booth was suffocating.

Yangyang and Xiaojun were at each other’s throats in the most polite way possible.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance outside of the studio, Yangyang,” Xiaojun mused, twirling his drink in his hand. “Afraid you’ll embarrass yourself?”

Yangyang scoffed. “Please. I don’t need to show off. Unlike some people.”

Xiaojun’s smile was sharp. “Confidence is important in dance. You like confident guys, don’t you?”

You blinked, suddenly pulled into the conversation. “Uh—what?”

Xiaojun leaned closer. “I mean, you like guys who take charge, right? Someone who can lead?”

You hesitated. “I mean… I guess? But—”

“Oh, so that means Yangyang’s out,” Xiaojun teased, smirking.

Yangyang clenched his jaw. “I think she can decide for herself what she likes.”

Xiaojun chuckled, but his fingers tightened around his glass.

Ten, sensing the rising tension, quickly changed the subject, but the damage had been done.

You were paying attention to Yangyang now.

And Xiaojun hated it.

—

Later that night, you all stumbled back to the apartment, still tipsy from the drinks.

Ten crashed onto the couch again, mumbling something about how he was too tired to move.

Xiaojun, as always, lingered.

You stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water, when you felt him behind you.

“You should go to bed,” he murmured.

You turned to face him, leaning against the counter. “I will.”

He smiled, stepping closer. “I could stay again, if you want.”

You hesitated.

A few days ago, you wouldn’t have thought twice about it. But now… something felt different.

You forced a small smile. “I think I’ll be okay.”

For the first time, Xiaojun’s mask faltered. It was brief—barely a flicker—but you saw it.

Annoyance.

Possession.

Then, just as quickly, the easy smile returned. “Alright.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding as he stepped back.

But just as you turned to leave, he caught your wrist gently.

“You.”

You looked up at him.

Xiaojun’s eyes were soft, but there was something unreadable behind them. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

Your stomach twisted. “…Yeah.”

He smiled. “Good.”

Then he let go.

You walked past him without another word.

But as you disappeared into your room, Xiaojun stood in the dim kitchen, staring at the spot where you had just been.

He could feel you slipping.

And he wasn’t going to let that happen.

—

Xiaojun knew he had made a mistake.

That brief moment of frustration—of letting his mask slip—had been careless. You were perceptive, more than he had given you credit for. If he wasn’t careful, you would start pulling away.

And that was something he wouldn’t allow.

So, he did what he did best.

He adjusted.

—

You weren’t avoiding Xiaojun, but you weren’t as eager to see him either.

You still liked him—or at least, you thought you did—but the unease hadn’t faded. Something about him lingered in your mind, making you second-guess everything.

But Xiaojun was patient.

He didn’t push, didn’t question your slight distance. Instead, he was perfect.

He showed up when you needed him—offering you coffee when you looked tired, making you laugh when you were stressed. He was careful not to overstep, not to touch you too much or invade your space.

He gave you exactly what you needed: space to miss him.

And slowly, it worked.

—

Yangyang noticed.

He saw the way you gradually leaned back into Xiaojun’s presence, how your wariness seemed to dull.

But he didn’t say anything.

He played his part perfectly—unbothered, indifferent, even when it made him sick to his stomach.

What was the point of fighting for something that was already lost?

Besides, if you wanted Xiaojun, that was your choice.

And yet…

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

—

The one person who did say something was Ten.

One night, after dance practice, he pulled you aside while the others packed up.

“Are you sure about Xiaojun?” Ten asked, his voice casual, but his eyes sharp.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Ten crossed his arms. “I mean… are you sure he’s who you think he is?”

You frowned. “Ten, what are you trying to say?”

Ten sighed, glancing over at Xiaojun, who was talking to Yangyang. He lowered his voice. “I don’t know, y/n. Something about him doesn’t sit right with me.”

You hesitated.

For a split second, you wanted to tell him. About the weird feeling in your gut, about the way Xiaojun had touched you at practice, the way his presence sometimes felt too calculated.

But then you remembered the way Xiaojun had been so sweet lately. So patient.

You shook your head. “I think you’re overreacting.”

Ten didn’t look convinced. “I just… I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I won’t.”

You said it more to convince yourself than him.

—

Xiaojun watched the exchange from across the room, keeping his expression neutral.

Ten was becoming a problem.

Unlike Yangyang, who had chosen to stay quiet, Ten was watching.

And Xiaojun didn’t like being watched.

—

The final push came a few nights later.

You, Ten, Yangyang, and Xiaojun were out grabbing food. It was supposed to be a casual night, just them unwinding after a long week.

But Xiaojun had been waiting for this moment.

They had all been talking about relationships when Ten, ever the troublemaker, turned to you with a smirk.

“So, you,” he teased. “Who’s your ideal type?”

You groaned. “Why does it matter?”

“Just curious.” Ten sipped his drink. “Come on, humor us.”

You thought for a moment. “I don’t know… someone kind, funny, makes me feel safe.”

Yangyang, who had been silent most of the night, finally spoke. “Safe, huh?”

You looked at him. “Yeah. Why?”

Yangyang shrugged. “Nothing. Just… that’s important.”

Something in his tone made you pause.

But before you could ask, Xiaojun leaned closer, his voice smooth. “I like that answer.”

You turned to him, slightly flustered. “Yeah?”

He smiled, slow and easy. “Of course. Everyone deserves to feel safe with the person they’re with.”

And just like that, the unease you had felt over the past few days faded.

It was stupid, really.

How could you have doubted Xiaojun? He had always been there for you. He had never given you a real reason to be wary of him.

Maybe you were overthinking things.

Yangyang, watching the exchange, clenched his jaw but said nothing.

He had seen this before.

Xiaojun was too smooth, too intentional. He knew exactly what to say, exactly when to say it.

And the worst part?

It was working.

—

That night, as you lay in bed, you felt warm.

Maybe you had been pushing Xiaojun away for no reason. Maybe you had let your own fears cloud your judgment.

He had done nothing but prove himself to you.

And for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel uneasy thinking about him.

You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes.

—

It started with a few drinks.

Nothing crazy, just another casual night with all of them at the apartment. The four of them had been drinking more often lately—an excuse to unwind, to let loose, to avoid the rising tension that no one wanted to talk about.

But tonight was different.

Because tonight, you weren’t thinking about your unease.

You weren’t thinking about the way Ten had been watching you closely for the past few days. You weren’t thinking about the way Yangyang had become quieter whenever Xiaojun was around.

No, tonight you were just warm and a little tipsy, and Xiaojun was right there beside you, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

—

Ten noticed it first.

The way Xiaojun’s hand brushed against your thigh as they sat together on the couch. The way you, just drunk enough to let go of hesitation, leaned into his touch.

Ten exhaled quietly, swirling his drink in his hand.

Yangyang, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, was staring at the TV, but Ten knew he saw it too.

Xiaojun was smooth.

Too smooth.

But was that really something to be worried about?

Ten wasn’t sure.

He had his doubts—something about Xiaojun felt off, but he couldn’t quite place it.

And maybe it wasn’t his place to say anything.

But still…

He turned to you, keeping his voice casual.

“You sure about this?”

You blinked, looking at him. “What?”

Ten nodded toward Xiaojun. “Him.”

Xiaojun’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes darkened just slightly.

You frowned. “What kind of question is that?”

Ten hesitated. “Just making sure.”

Yangyang, still staring at the TV, finally spoke. “Not the time, Ten.”

Ten sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You, exasperated, stood up. “I’m going to bed.”

Xiaojun gave you a soft smile, standing too. “Want me to stay?”

Yangyang stiffened.

Ten took another sip of his drink, watching your reaction carefully.

You hesitated, just for a second, then nodded. “Yeah.”

And that was that.

—

The next morning, you woke up to the weight of an arm draped over your waist.

Your head was pounding, and for a split second, you didn’t remember—

Then it hit you.

Last night.

Xiaojun.

You swallowed, glancing over your shoulder.

He was still asleep, his face calm, his grip around you loose but firm.

You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t that you regretted it.

But something in the back of your mind told you that things had changed.

—

Ten barely spoke to you the next day.

Neither did Yangyang.

It was suffocating, the weight of unspoken tension between all of you.

Xiaojun, as always, was perfect. He didn’t press, didn’t cling. He gave you space while still being there, always effortlessly weaving himself into your day.

And maybe that was why you started to feel normal again.

Until the storm hit.

—

It came out of nowhere.

The snow started light, but by nightfall, it was a full-on blizzard.

The streets were impassable. Roads were shut down. People were warned to stay inside.

You, Ten, and Yangyang were trapped in your apartment.

And Xiaojun was trapped in his.

—

At first, it wasn’t a big deal.

You had food, power, and enough distractions to get through a couple of days.

But it was weird—not having Xiaojun around.

You weren’t sure when you had gotten so used to his presence, but you felt it now, the absence of him.

You texted him that first night.

You: This storm is crazy.

Xiaojun: I know. Wish I was with you.

You stared at the message for a moment before typing back.

You: Me too.

Across the city, in his darkened apartment, Xiaojun smiled at his screen.

But his fingers gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He hated this.

Being away from you.

Knowing you were locked in with Ten and Yangyang.

Knowing that, right now, you were probably laughing at one of Yangyang’s jokes.

Or that Ten was still watching you with quiet caution.

Xiaojun hated them.

But he couldn’t let it show.

Not yet.

Instead, he typed back smoothly.

Xiaojun: Soon.

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The second day of the storm, Ten finally spoke up.

They were in the kitchen, just the two of them, while Yangyang was passed out in the living room.

Ten leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “So, you and Xiaojun, huh?”

You hesitated. “…Yeah.”

Ten exhaled through his nose. “You really like him?”

You frowned. “Why do you sound skeptical?”

Ten hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

“I just don’t know him that well,” he admitted. “That’s all.”

You studied him, searching his face.

“…You don’t trust him?”

Ten didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he shrugged. “I don’t know. But something about him feels… off.”

You swallowed. “Like what?”

Ten hesitated again.

Finally, he exhaled. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking it.”

You crossed your arms. “I think you are.”

Ten nodded slowly. He wasn’t convinced, but he also wasn’t going to push you.

Not yet.

Before either of them could say anything else, the lights flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Then, the entire apartment plunged into darkness.

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Across the city, Xiaojun sat in his darkened apartment, staring out the window at the endless white.

His phone buzzed in his hand.

A message from you.

You: The power just went out.

Xiaojun’s lips curled into a slow smile.

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What do i do

Parings: best friend yuta x fem reader, slight johnny x fem reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst

warnings: none

word count: 1.3k

authors note: i am going to being making this into 2 parts, i kinda wanna do a choose your own ending type of deal. let me know if you would wanna see that :)

synopsis: you and yuta are childhood best friends, he gets this weird feeling when you start bringing up a customer from work

You and Yuta had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Your mothers had been inseparable since childhood, and that closeness had naturally passed down to you. You knew everything about each other—the little quirks, the shared memories, the secrets that no one else could understand. Over time, that bond had evolved from childhood friendship to something deeper. When the time came for you to move out of your mom’s house, you and Yuta had decided to take the leap together, finding a cozy two-bedroom apartment in the heart of the city. It made sense; you were already practically family.

Yuta had always been passionate about music. He’d been in a rock band since high school with a group of friends, and recently, they’d gained some serious attention after a celebrity posted one of their songs on social media. Things were looking up for him, and he was determined to ride the wave as far as it could go. You, on the other hand, worked at a popular local restaurant as a waitress. It wasn’t glamorous, but you loved it. There was something oddly satisfying about observing people, creating little stories in your head about who they were, and the tips weren’t bad either. Your confidence and outspokenness made you popular with customers, and you always seemed to be able to make people smile—some even found your charm irresistible.

It was there at the restaurant that you met Johnny.

Johnny was a YouTuber who’d recently started coming into your section regularly. At first, he was just another customer, but something about him made him stand out. He was tall, easygoing, and undeniably good-looking. He made a habit of sitting in your section, always finding a way to strike up a conversation. He was definitely a flirt, but you didn’t mind—it was fun. Besides, you were pretty sure he was just being friendly, and you appreciated his company.

One evening, after your shift, you and Yuta were lounging on the couch, chatting about your days, when you casually mentioned Johnny.

“He’s a YouTuber, did you know that?” you asked, scrolling through your phone and glancing up at Yuta.

“Yeah… never heard of him, though.” Yuta’s response was neutral, but there was something about the way his voice lingered at the end of the sentence that made you raise an eyebrow.

You chuckled. “Well, I think he’s cute.”

Yuta stiffened slightly, his eyes flicking to you as though he were trying to gauge your tone. He said nothing, but you could sense the faint shift in the atmosphere. He’d always been a little protective of you, maybe more than you realized, but you didn’t think much of it. You were best friends, and he had always been there for you, watching out for you. It was just his way.

After a few more minutes of chatting, you excused yourself to your room, eager to relax for the night. As you flopped down on your bed and unlocked your phone, a notification popped up on your screen: *johnnyjsuh followed you*.

Your heart skipped a beat. *How did he find my Instagram?* you wondered, staring at the screen. A small flutter of excitement danced in your chest. You couldn’t help but smile, biting your lip as you pondered the sudden development. You weren’t quite sure why Johnny followed you—it could’ve been random, or maybe it was a sign of something more, but you couldn’t help feeling flattered.

Meanwhile, Yuta had been on the other side of the apartment, trying to shake the strange feeling that had settled in his chest after hearing about Johnny. He didn’t know why, but the thought of the YouTuber being around you so much bothered him more than it should. It wasn’t like he could control who you spent time with, but the thought of Johnny—flirty, charming, and clearly interested in you—stirred something inside him. He quickly brushed it off, focusing on his music and not wanting to seem possessive. After all, you were just friends, right?

The next day, Johnny was back at the restaurant. He greeted you with a big grin as soon as he saw you walk through the door. "Hey, Y/N," he said, flashing that trademark smile of his. "I was hoping you'd be my server again today."

You laughed, already used to his playful demeanor. "Well, I am here, aren’t I?" you teased, leading him to his usual table. As you took his order, your banter flowed easily, and you couldn’t help but notice how his attention was always fully on you—his smile never faltering, his eyes always locked on yours. Johnny was certainly a flirt, but you just assumed it was part of his personality. He was friendly with everyone, right? You didn’t think he saw you as anything other than a good friend.

As you continued to serve him, you couldn’t ignore the occasional glance you caught from the corner of your eye. Yuta had been sitting at the bar, sipping on his drink, but his gaze was fixed on you. The moment your eyes met, Yuta quickly looked away, focusing on his phone as though he hadn’t been watching. You didn’t think much of it. Yuta was just being Yuta—he was always a little distant when Johnny was around, but it wasn’t like you and Johnny had anything to hide.

After your shift, you got a message from Johnny: *Hey, you free later? We should hang out sometime outside of work.*

You smiled at the message, feeling a little warmth in your chest. You liked Johnny—he was fun, charismatic, and easy to talk to. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was more interested in being friends. You had a good rapport, and you thought you’d get along even better outside of the restaurant. It was nothing more than that, right?

But as you replied, Yuta happened to overhear you. He didn’t mean to, but the moment he caught wind of the conversation, he felt a tightening in his chest again. He wanted to say something, to ask you if you were sure about spending time with Johnny. But he didn’t. Instead, he kept quiet, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his mind was far from the screen. He knew he couldn’t stop you from having fun with your friends—you weren’t the overprotective kid you once were, right?

Later that evening, you were scrolling through your social media when another notification popped up: *johnnyjsuh liked your post.*

This time, there was no denying that Johnny’s interest seemed a little more than friendly. The thought made you smile softly. But you were still oblivious to the growing attraction he had for you. Johnny had always been a flirt, so maybe that was just the way he was. Maybe he liked you as a friend. Or maybe… *maybe* he was just being nice. You didn’t know what to make of it, and honestly, you didn’t think too much about it.

Meanwhile, Yuta was once again caught in his thoughts. He’d never been good at talking about his feelings, especially when it came to you. He cared for you, maybe more than he wanted to admit, but seeing you with Johnny made him feel something he couldn’t quite put into words.

One thing was clear though—Yuta knew, even if he didn’t show it, that he didn’t want to let you go. But how could he tell you that when you were so focused on the world around you, unaware of how he felt? He wasn’t sure.

And so, the days passed. You continued your routine at the restaurant, exchanging flirty banter with Johnny, laughing with Yuta, and living your life. But all the while, two different worlds were quietly forming around you—one with Johnny, full of excitement and possibility, and one with Yuta, full of quiet moments and unspoken emotions. Neither of them knew it, but you were at the center of both, oblivious to the way your presence was affecting them both more than you realized.

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Hiii! I saw that you're taking NCT requests! :D What about shy girl reader x Jisung? Where she has a big crush on him and has been pining a lot, and she does something special to confess to him. Would love to see something loveful like this! Thank you so much. Welcome back to Tumblr!

hiii, it’s posted ! sorry it it a while, i hope you enjoy ! :D

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Your Apartment

Genere: fluff

theme: neighbors to lovers

parings: Jisung x shy fem reader , best friend Renjun x fem reader

warnings: none

authors note: this was requested, i hope you enjoy :D

You had always been the quiet one, blending into the background of your city apartment building. But you had a secret—you’d been having the biggest crush on your neighbor, Jisung, since the moment you first saw him. He had so much going on: charming, easygoing, and always quick with a laugh. Every time you ran into each other in the elevator or the laundry room, you’d freeze up, heart pounding, unable to get past a simple “hi.”

Your best friend Renjun, on the other hand, was your polar opposite—outgoing, a little dramatic, and never afraid to stir things up. When you finally broke down and told him about her massive crush on Jisung over coffee, Renjun practically choked on his drink.

“You mean Jisung from 12B? The tall, goofy one with the cute smile? You’ve been holding this in the whole time?!”

You nodded, cheeks flaming. “What was I supposed to do? Walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, I’ve been awkwardly pining for you for months’?”

Renjun rolled his eyes and leaned forward. “No, but you’re not going to sit here and do nothing. You’ve got to make a move. Bake him cookies, write a note, I don’t care—just do something!”

That’s how you found yourself standing in the lobby a few days later, holding a plate of still-warm cookies and silently praying you didn’t look as nervous as you felt. Just as you were about to bail, the elevator doors opened, and there he was. Jisung, with his signature smile and messy hair, stepping out like it was a scene from a rom-com.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” he greeted you casually, not knowing that your heart was in full meltdown mode.

“H-Hi! I, uh…” you shoved the plate toward him. “I made these for you. I mean, not for you—okay, kind of for you. I just thought you might like them.”

Jisung blinked, clearly surprised, before his face broke into the warmest smile you’d ever seen. “Wow, thanks! That’s so nice of you. These look amazing.”

He stayed and chatted with you right there in the lobby, asking about your day and cracking a few jokes that made you laugh so hard you forgot how nervous you’d been. For the first time, it felt easy, like you weren’t just two neighbors exchanging polite hellos.

Over the next few weeks, things shifted. Jisung started texting you little things like, “Thanks again for the cookies, they were so good! ” or “Hey, want to grab coffee later?” And just like that, you went from awkward elevator greetings to spending time together.

One night, you both ended up on the rooftop of your building, looking out at the city lights. You could feel your pulse racing as you debated whether to say something. Renjun’s words echoed in your head: *“You’ve got to make a move.”*

So you did.

“Jisung,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. “I like you. Like… a lot. You’re kind, funny, and you make me feel like I can actually be myself. I’ve felt this way for a while now, but I’ve been too scared to tell you.”

For a second, you thought you had messed up. Jisung just stared at you, his expression unreadable. But then, he smiled, soft and sincere and said, “You’re kidding, right? Y/N, I’ve had a crush on you since, like, forever. You’re amazing.”

From that moment on, things just clicked. You started spending more time together, whether it was exploring the city, binge-watching you’re favorite shows, or just hanging out in the lobby where it all began. Jisung made you feel seen in a way no one else ever had, and you finally let go of the shyness that had held you back for so long.

And Renjun? He never let you forget he was the one who pushed you to make a move. “I expect a toast at your wedding,” he teased one day.

You just laughed, knowing that, somehow, everything had fallen into place.

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Thank you! <3 it’s posted i hope you like it! 😣

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Woman

- title inspired by Woman - Harry Styles

☕️ paring: Sicheng x Reader

genere:angst, fluff

☕️ theme: enemies to lovers

☕️ word count: 1.5k

☕️ authors note: requested sicheng x reader, i hope you enjoy !

It all started on the first day of your junior year of college. You and your best friend Jungwoo had just enough time to grab coffee before your calculus class, but the line held you up. By the time you arrived, most of the seats in the back of the classroom were taken, but there were still three empty spots. You took one, relieved there was at least some space in the back.

As class began, a guy walked in and sat next to you. He was undeniably handsome, and when he caught you staring, you quickly looked away, offering a smile to ease the awkwardness. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself politely. He glanced at you briefly but didn’t respond, then turned away. I guess I shouldn’t distract him, you thought.

After the professor went over the course structure, she gave everyone free time. The guy turned to you and said, “Sorry about earlier. I’m Sicheng. Nice to meet you.” He smiled. You two ended up talking for the rest of the period, completely unaware that most of the class had already left. Flirting slipped into the conversation, and by the time the bell rang, you and Sicheng were casually walking together.

You spotted Jungwoo and waved. “Hey, Jungwoo!” you called out. He walked over and introduced himself to Sicheng.

“This is Jungwoo, my good friend,” you said.

“I see that,” Sicheng replied, smiling.

“Oh! We have photography together next,” you added, remembering the schedule.

Jungwoo nodded. “I’ll leave you guys to it. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“It was nice meeting you—” you started, but he was already walking off before you could finish.

“Okay then,” Jungwoo said, sounding amused.

A month passed.

The teasing began subtly. In calculus, Sicheng would make snide remarks whenever you mentioned mundane things, like what you did that weekend. It escalated to jabs at you and Jungwoo whenever you brought him up, which eventually drove you to silence.

Unfortunately, Jungwoo couldn't always escort you between classes, as his were scattered across campus. Sicheng seized these opportunities to harass you. Today, you were excited, having just gotten a haircut the day before. As you walked to meet Jungwoo for photography, Sicheng approached. Despite your attempts to ignore him—walking quickly with your AirPods in—he persisted. He stopped directly in front of you, blocking your path. "Why does your hair look like that?" he asked.

Unable to hear him, you glanced at him and tried to walk around him, but he blocked you again. He gently removed an AirPod from your ear and repeated, "I said, why does your hair look like that?" You gave him a sideways look and rolled your eyes. "Leave me alone," you said, snatching your AirPod back. As you walked away, you muttered, "asshole," with another eye roll.

"What did you just call me?" Sicheng yelled, causing you to turn back. He was furious. "You think you can just talk to me like that over a simple fucking question?" You were taken aback. You knew his comment about your hair was a veiled insult, and now he was acting indignant? The audacity. "Jesus, Sicheng, calm fuck down!" you retorted.

The two of you were creating a scene, drawing unwanted attention. Thankfully, Jungwoo arrived just in time. "Yeah, okay, Y/N , let's go," he said, quickly walking up to you. Sicheng glared at Jungwoo but remained silent.

After classes, you and Jungwoo hung out at your apartment. "Sicheng has so much nerve acting like that. I don't understand what I ever did to him," you ranted.

"Speaking of Sicheng…" Jungwoo began, "I have something to tell you, but promise you won't get mad, Y/N," he said, taking your hand.

"Um, okay? Jungwoo, you're scaring me," you said, laughing nervously.

"So… my friend Hendery from World History invited me to a party tomorrow night…" Jungwoo said, looking up at you from his seat on the kitchen island while you stood.

"And…?" you prompted enthusiastically.

"And he said I could bring a plus one… but… Sicheng is one of his roommates… But please, Y/N, come with me! I really want to go with you!" Jungwoo pleaded.

"Ugh, I can't stand him, and…" you paused, considering. "Whatever. I love you too much to say no," you finally said, and Jungwoo beamed.

"Thank you, Y/N! I love you more!"

Friday arrived with surprising fast, and suddenly, you found yourself getting ready with Jungwoo for a party you were on the fence about. As you dressed, your thoughts kept drifting to Sicheng. You remembered how charming and sweet he’d been when you first met, a stark contrast to his subsequent behavior. Yet, despite the complete turnaround, something about him continued to draw you in, creating a frustrating internal conflict.

“Why are you so quiet, y/n?” Jungwoo asked, breaking through your reverie. You’d been staring blankly into space, perched on the edge of your bed.

“Sicheng, unfortunately,” you replied with a sigh.

“Looks like someone’s got a little crush,” Jungwoo teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

“I do not!” you retorted, instantly defensive. Did you find him cute? Definitely. But a crush? You didn’t want to delve into that territory.

“I knew it! The defensiveness gives it away! You like himmm!” Jungwoo exclaimed triumphantly. “Y/n, you should talk to him tonight. I bet he likes you too… and I bet—”

“Not happening,” you interrupted firmly.

“Whatever, I’m calling it, though,” Jungwoo muttered, unconvinced.

Once you arrived at the party, you stayed close to Jungwoo’s side, feeling a bit out of your element. “Shots?” a voice called from behind. You and Jungwoo turned to Hendery, holding a bottle.

“Yes, please,” Jungwoo readily accepted. You decided to go along with it, and the two of you followed Hendery to the kitchen, where he began pouring. A small crowd had gathered, eager for a drink. As you glanced around the room, your eyes landed on Sicheng. You quickly averted your gaze, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Once the shots were poured, Sicheng and a group of his friends joined the others at the kitchen island. After taking your shot, you glanced up and found Sicheng looking directly at you. You tried to ignore it, but he maintained his stare for what felt like an eternity. You nudged Jungwoo and pointed it out, earning a whispered, “Told you so,” and a knowing smile. You rolled your eyes and giggled softly. “I don’t know about that,” you murmured.

After a few rounds of shots, Jungwoo and Hendery wandered off, drawn into conversations with other partygoers. They were far more social than you tended to be, but you didn’t mind too much, especially since Sicheng and his friends had vacated the kitchen. After a while, you decided to find a place to sit. Spotting Jungwoo in the hallway chatting with Hendery and Ten, another student from your campus, you opted for the nearby couch. As you settled onto the cushions, you could feel the effects of the shots, a pleasant warmth that eased your usual tension. You closed your eyes, listening to the music, and when you opened them again, you found someone had sat down beside you. It was Sicheng.

“Hey…” he said softly. What is going on? you thought, your heart suddenly picking up its pace.

“Hey… what?” you replied, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice. Why was he acting like this?

“So, um, Jungwoo kind of talked to me a bit,” he admitted, sounding slightly hesitant.

“He did?!” you exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry I treated you the way I did. When we first met, I was really interested in you. But when you introduced me to Jungwoo, I just felt insecure and assumed you two were together. I don’t know what I was thinking. I should have never acted that way, and I’m truly sorry for everything I said.”

You were taken aback by his sincere apology. “Sicheng, I don’t know what to say…” you stammered.

A brief silence hung in the air before you spoke again. “You know, you could’ve just asked me about him instead of acting like that.”

“I know, and I apologize,” he repeated. “We barely knew each other, and I just got in over my head. I was being insecure.” He looked incredibly handsome in the soft lighting, a thought that unexpectedly crossed your mind.

“You know, Sicheng… I don’t know if it’s the shots we just took or what, but you look kind of cute in this lighting,” you blurted out, instantly regretting your impulsive words. Oh no, what did I just say?

“Oh, do I?” Sicheng replied, a playful giggle escaping his lips.

From that point on, the conversation flowed easily, the tension between you two finally dissipating. After over an hour of talking, Jungwoo finally found you on the couch.

“Oh, heyyy you twoooo,” Jungwoo slurred, grinning widely.

“Jungwoo, oh my god, you’re drunk,” you said, giggling. “Time to get you home.” You stood up, and Sicheng followed suit.

“Do you guys need a ride home?” Sicheng offered.

“Yes, please. This man cannot hold himself,” you said, placing an arm around Jungwoo’s shoulders as Sicheng mirrored your action on his other side. The three of you walked to where Sicheng’s roommate, Kun, was waiting; he was the designated driver for the night.

“Thank you, Sicheng, I appreciate it. Have a good night,” you said with a genuine smile.

“You too, y/n,” he replied, returning your smile.

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currently taking nct requests! i’ll write anything go crazy

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johnny & mark and their sibling energy

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