daysbee

[daysbee]

«it’s high tide, baby.»

PAIRING: Minho x Fem! Reader GENRE: fantasy, pirate au, angst with a happy ending, enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates (I know you saw it coming), LOTS of pop culture references (two aldo giovanni and giacomo’s references italian readers this is for you), magic au WORDS: 23k WARNINGS: mention of murder, mention of drowning, smut  NOTES: I sure do hope you’ve read Chris’ merman fic because I’m feeding on my own lore / Ananke is meant as the greek goddess of fate / extra kudos to Black Desert for having an amazing map and kudos to me for using the videogame aesthetic because I don’t have enough creativity in me to come up with a fantasy world SUMMARY: 

«I think I’ve never missed Cleo so much.» you quietly sniffled. «Your lover?» Minho questioned immediately. «My cat.» you clarified without hesitation.

“«Everything is over, now.» the Captain spoke in a confident voice, «I won’t let anyone else hurt you.» he added, before capturing his lover’s lip in a gentle kiss.” «Oh, holy fuck,» you blurted out as soon as you read that sentence, closing the book out of instinct, «holy shit, finally!» you added to yourself, completely aware about the fact that you were smiling like an idiot at no one but the now finished book in your lap but well, you couldn’t help yourself. It was a book you’ve randomly found in the book-store next to your workplace, its cover had nothing special that immediately jumped to the eye: it was relegated in leather, some golden details that recalled the title written in beautiful handwriting. Actually, if you had to be completely honest, the detail that convinced you to buy it was the small golden stone embedded right under the title, instead of the actual plot – plot that in the end you came to adore. «You are really lucky, this is the only copy that has been sent to us.» had said the old lady working there, making you furtherly curious and giving you another reason to buy it. It was a love story, but it contained the right amount of adventure as well. Christopher, a young and fearless pirate, was not only the Captain of the Golden Fleece – who was capable of intimidating anyone who saw its sails in the distance, but he had become the head of the entire commercial network that passed through the sea. Chris had at least 200 fleets under his command, each of them committing various raids in the name of their Captain, whose now was able to sail wherever he wanted without getting his hands dirty as he had done in the past. During his adventures, he eventually fell in love with a girl – Leana, who was originally engaged with a navy’s soldier; after an awful lot of vicissitudes and obstacles in the path of their happiness, Christopher eventually stole her away – he’s a pirate after all, making her a member of his crew and finally allowing each other to live their so craved love story. Of course, the Captain would have never made it alone; his seven long time friends had always been more than ready to help him and support him in every case of need. Among his crew, you definitely had a personal favourite: Lee Minho, a young former bounty hunter enamoured with the feeling of freedom he felt while sailing that definitely made your heart race more than once. He was straightforward and sarcastic, a reason why Christopher found himself asking for Minho’s advice the most; despite his strong personality, he truly cared for his friends, and he considered them like a family. Chapter by chapter, you found yourself admiring his character so much that you anticipated every one of his appearances, eager to read more about him. «Oh, Cleo, can you imagine a love like this?» you sighed dreamily, absently running your fingers through your cat’s thick fur, Cleo simply mewled at you, a faint noise that you interpreted as a proper answer, «or a life like this.» you added, your voice suddenly turning a little more hesitant, a little more lonelier. During the last few months, your life had fallen into an incredibly boring and obnoxious loop: go to work, finish your shift with an incredible amount of stress spreading through your body just to stop in order to buy groceries on your way home, see some friends once in a while, take care of your cat and repeat, repeat, repeat. Of course, you would have felt a lot lonelier if it weren’t for Cleo: you found her sitting in front of your apartment complex on a random day two years ago and since then she started living with you, as if she had been expressively been waiting for you to find her that day. «You always look angry, don’t you?» you cooed at her, hoisting her into your lap as to cuddle her a little closer. «Just like your mom.» you referred to yourself, shortly drowning your face in her soft fur, loudly smooching her a few times; Cleo mewled, as if she was exasperated at your behaviour and you quietly giggled, your soft laughter shifting into a sigh as your eyes fell on the book once again. “I was really lucky to get the only copy of this,” you definitely had loved everything about the story, to the point to start fantasizing and wondering what could their next adventure be now that the crew gained a new very special member. Did Chris and Leana got married in an actual chapel or did they ask someone in their crew to randomly marry them just like Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner did? Engrossed in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that you ended up drifting off on your couch – still uncomfortably wearing your jeans, and therefore, you definitely could not notice about the strange events occurring as soon as sleep overcame your senses. The book you were holding in your hand seemed to be woken up by a curious kind of magic, as the golden stone began to glow in a faint light; the book opened by itself just as if it possessed personal will, and its pages quickly turned back and forth by themselves. The book’s golden glow gradually seemed to shine brighter and brighter, and it eventually woke you up. «What the-» you mumbled, confused, when you felt as if someone or something was harshly tugging at your soul and all of a sudden, you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. The book had closed once again, politely placing itself on your coffee table; the glowing had completely disappeared, and the golden stone returned to its original plain looking appearance. However, in what has always been your home, all traces of your presence seemed to have vanished altogether.

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[daysbee]

[8.58]

Pairing ↬ Chan x Fem! Reader Genre ↬ super slight Angst + Smut + Fluff Word Count ↬ 6.432 Tags ↬ Vampire AU, medieval settings, Chris is a vampire, soulmates au, unprotected sex (wrap it up before doing the do) Notes ↬ mentions of blood 

🧛‍♂️ Vampire! Stray Kids Series: Jisung ✿ Changbin ✿ Minho ✿ Hyunjin ✿ Seungmin ✿ Felix ✿

«I dare you to,» your friend pondered, before mumbling suggestively, «Spend a night all alone at the Forest Manor.» «What?!» you shrieked in disbelief as a chill ran down your spine at the mere mention of said house. The Forest Manor was a house surrounded in mystery; it didn’t look decadent, so it definitely had owners who looked after it, the gothic architecture gave it a mysterious and almost inaccessible aura and on top of this, the cases where people - blinded by courage, tried to enter the huge mansion were definitely not rare. However, no one of them ever returned and so, through the years, numerous legends had been told: the most popular being about dangerous and thirsty vampires living in Forest Manor. «You can refuse, if you want,» another one of your friends smirked mischievously, «But you will be called “coward” for the rest of your life.» they laughed, and your blood boiled. If this was going to be your punishment for saying you believed in the existence of supernatural being, then you were going to accept it; screw your friends and their obnoxious and close mindset. «Okay.» you simply said, clenching your fists together, trying to avoid acknowledging the fact that honestly, you were scared.

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[daysbee]

[5.48]

PAIRING: Felix x Fem! Reader  GENRE: fantasy, pirate au, WORDS: 3.295 WARNINGS: mention of smut NOTES: it’s rushed bc I wrote it in like 2 hours but I wanted to get this out of my brain so have it /throws fic in your general direction/ NOTES: this fic is a short spin off/sequel of «it’s high tide, baby.», so I highly recommend you to read it if you want to fully appreciate it! 🥰 in this fic, Minho’s Y/N will be called “Reneé”, thanks to @caratinylyfe suggestion 💌

Felix giggled softly while brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead; you glanced at him, mirroring his blissed out smile. «It really pains me to leave you, you know?» he admitted, gently pulling your naked body against his under the covers; you instinctively curled against his body, resting your head on his shoulder. «Do you really have to?» you hummed, slightly tightening your arms around his slim waist. It was definitely nothing new that Felix wanted to leave your village in order to join Minho – his brother, in a pirate crew; to you, his dream seemed to be absolutely reckless, to the point where you tried to make him desist more than once, but Felix never listened to you. «Minho said that Chris is going to be the king of pirates!» Felix would always answer, «Once I get in the ranks and he gets enough power, I’ll come and get you, wouldn’t you like it? Leaving the village? I’d love to live a life of adventures with you!» you didn’t want to spoil the enthusiasm of t he man you loved and therefore, back then, you would settle for answering with a brief nod of your head, without voicing your actual thoughts. “I’m worried for you,” you wanted to say, “what if it doesn’t work out?” “I’m also worried about what’s going to happen to me once you leave,” you wanted to add. However, you suffocated your thoughts in the back of your throat; unlike you, Felix had a dream and he was determined to pursue it, therefore standing in his way wouldn’t have been the right thing to do, especially because you’ve always claimed to love him. That afternoon wasn’t any different; you and Felix made love several times, and everytime you felt your lover’s lips brush against yours, you suffocated your emotions behind bold kisses and repetitive love confessions. “Stay with me,” you thought, as Felix languidly stole your lips in a kiss. «I love you,» you spoke instead, making your lover mumble the same words against the skin of your neck. “Take me with you, tomorrow”, you thought, circling your legs around his waist, bringing him somehow closer to you, in the non-existent space your bodies left. «I can’t wait to see you again.» you heard yourself say.

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[daysbee]

LEE MINHO (stray kids) - after work business (m)

oneshot – rich!(mafia)Minho x stripper!reader x driver!Jisung

word count: 2126

summary: after you danced multiple times for Minho he finally get what he wants (and you too)

Warnings: smut, sexual labor, unprotected sex, threesome

a/n: Hey there, this little story is for my friend @tizzyssmutblog​. It’s my first ever smut so please go easy on me. Also, my first language is not English. I hope you like it though.

"Two are still there," said your best friend, as she looked carefully through the red curtain and recognized two more figures across the stage. Both stared expectantly and almost impatiently at the stage, which was just being entertained by one of the last dancers in the establishment. Or were rather put off. They seemed tired and bored and your best friend knew exactly why. "Who is it?", you asked as you refreshed your make-up, as you would be back up after the next song. "Do they come regularly? Do they pay well?" With a last glance in the mirror you stood up and looked at yourself. Your light clothes left no room for any fantasies and the shoes you wore were a tick too big for you, but that would do it. After this dance Madame Daysbee would close the store. "It's Minho and his driver," she just said and your eyes widened a little. Your heart began to beat faster 

- not only at the thought of the many tips that the mafia boss was far too happy to give exclusively to you, but also because he was exceptionally attractive. You rushed to the side of your best friend, pushed her aside a little and looked through the little slit you made with your hand between the fabrics. And there he sat. Casually he leaned back against the back of the wide armchair. His legs were spread apart, his elbow resting on the support and holding his head up. He didn't seem particularly amused, but when he finally raised his gaze and looked in your direction, he stiffened in position, pressed his back through and seemed to clear his throat briefly, which you could only tell by the trembling of his body from this distance. You swallowed hard and wondered how he could recognize you from this distance, but there was no time to think about it in detail, because the song was now over and the colleague walked off the stage dressed only in her shoes. Careful not to slip on the stage, you went to your place on the bar in the middle of the stage. You were very practiced, and even though you had to be careful, it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for you to find your way with elegant long legs, because that was what the others were supposed to see. If there was one thing you were good at, it was creating the illusion of confidence. Nervously, yet extremely sensually, you licked your lips slowly and stared the only spectator in the room directly into his eyes. His driver, who stood behind him and whom you had met before as Jisung, politely turned his gaze away. As if he knew that this dance was only meant for the older person in the room. To the rhythm of the song, you began to swing your hips slowly and erotically in all directions, leaning against the bar and continuing to hold on to it. Minho's gaze was already firmly fixed on you, and he had a different expression than other customers here. But you could not describe how exactly he was different. Perhaps it was longing? Or maybe it was the knowledge of the power the mafia boss held. Maybe you interpreted too much into it. With an elegant and long movement around the pole, you shook off the thought, bent down to the melody and let your hands slide over your body, slowly but steadily releasing your naked skin. One more turn and your tender breasts turned towards Minho, who shamelessly glided his gaze on them. The tension in the room was unbearable. He licked over his full lips and took his index finger between his teeth to resist the desire. For that is what you were to him. A temptation. The most beautiful flower he had ever seen. His gaze grew darker, you could tell even when the headlights were on you and not on him. You pulled yourself from the ground with graceful ease and swung in a circle around the pole, your legs bent to let both your arms off the metal rod and hold on to yourself. At the end of the song you let yourself slide gently to the floor, spread your legs and finished your performance with a balancing act. The spotlights were turned off immediately.

 After you had a moment to catch your breath you collected in the dark for the few clothes that were lying around somewhere, but before you found them, Minho gently took your hand. In the dim light of the establishment you recognized his dark eyes, which looked down on you like the universe itself. You swallowed a nervous lump and returned his gaze. "Y/N", he said in a smoky voice, which was as out of breath as you were after this dance. The warmth of his hand made you freeze. Goose bumps formed and you could not bring yourself to answer him. He, too, seemed unsure of his words, and simply stretched out an envelope towards you. You took it in your free hand and noticed how some banknotes were stuck in it. There was also something hard, something heavier in it, but before you could ask for it, Minho and his companion had disappeared.

You had to collect yourself for a moment before you had collected all your belongings and disappeared backstage. There your best friend was already waiting for you, grinning all over her face. "You're so good when Minho is here." A light smile came over your lips and the memory of Minho's gaze softened your knees. "How much did he give you," she asked and took the envelope from your hand. You just laughed lightly and let her take care of business while you freed yourself from all the makeup and threw yourself into your everyday clothes. Now you looked simple and inconspicuous as you took another look in the mirror.

"That's 500 dollars," gasped your best friend. "What?" shocked, you went to her side and examined the money that was in her hands. And that wasn't all. From the envelope you pulled out another key with a key ring and the number 888 engraved on it. "This looks like the Tizz Hotel across the street." You nodded. Was that an invitation? The thought of it made you tremble and hot passion burned in your loins. "Are you going?" Your friend's question tore you from your thoughts, but you didn't know the answer. "You should go. The Tizz is the finest hotel in the area. I think it has four stars, and anything's better than your apartment. Your thoughts wandered to your cold apartment and the dripping faucet that had already robbed you of some dreams. And you nodded. "What if he wants something weird? What if he’s dangerouos? He’s part of the Mafia after all." "I don't live far away. You call me if something's wrong." You nodded again and packed the money, but not without slipping your friend $100. "Are you crazy?" she asked and pulled back her hand, but of course you stuck it right between her neckline. "You need it as much as I do. And if someone ever gets the chance to be so generous, we can split it up. It's not my fault he's wasting his money on me."

With these words you left the establishment and said goodbye when, unlike her, you stepped across the street and looked up at the shining four stars that the Tizz Hotel presented more than proudly. Your stomach protested a little at the thought of making you a prostitute today - but you didn't have much choice. And Minho was very attractive. It could have been much worse for you, you thought to yourself, and you also convinced yourself that the key had to be returned here as well. Again you swallowed a lump, the last one as you promised yourself for today, and stepped through the glass revolving door. There was nobody at the reception, which made more than sense at this time of day, and you went straight to the elevators. A short list showed which floor you had to go to and you went straight there without any detours. When you finally got to 888, your hand was shaking as it was about to knock. But you paused in your movement. What did you have the key for? Still in your hand, you took it to the lock and slowly turned it over. A soft click made the door swing open silently.

 "Hi," Minho said when he noticed you and stepped in front of you. His dark hair lay wildly in his forehead, his shirt hung uncleanly from his dark blue suit trousers and his sleeves had already been rolled up. You watched him with caution, paying attention to his movements and didn't even notice how Jisung closed the door behind you. Minho worked his way closer to you, looking alternately deep into your eyes and then back to your rosy lips. His hand searched for your cheek and pressed it against it. You wanted to sink into his warmth and again the desire arose. Your knees became soft. "May I?" he asked gently against your lips and did not hesitate for a moment as you nodded in silence. His kiss was wild and full of desire. His other hand wrapped around your hips and pulled you closer to him. Without resistance, he pushed you to the bed and let go of you for a moment to rip his shirt off his body. The sight was breathtaking and he helped you out of your top as well. Your tender breasts were already naked, because you didn't want to put on a bra at 5 a.m. He quickly kissed your naked neck and worked his way down to your nipples, which he covered with tender kisses. Soft moans left your mouth and a smile crept on Minho's lips as he set about freeing himself and then you from your pants. So now you lay naked in front of him. And if you were honest with yourself, you didn't want to negotiate conditions at that moment. Damn - even if he wouldn't pay a cent, you wanted this. You wanted to share this moment with him, no matter how it came about. Again, your lips sought his and drew his entire body upon you. Your hands felt his upper body, gently stroking his sides, over his ribs down to his muscular belly until they embraced his hard splendor. You positioned him right in front of your pulsating center before he completely penetrated you and a loud moan left your lips. "Minho", you muttered as he moved rhythmically to your body. Your fingers now found their place in his hair, which pulled slightly. It was soft and neat and smelled of apple.

"Jisung!" Minho's voice tore you out of your clouded thoughts and with one blow you realized that there was someone else in the room. "Don't just stand there and make yourself useful!" Minho's gaze softened and looked into your eyes. "As long as you want to, of course." You blinked in surprise for a moment, but nodded and looked at Jisung, who wore a mischievous grin on his lips and energetically loosened the tie around his neck. His blonde hair had been neatly styled until then and conveniently fell out of his face, but when he put the shirt over his head and then positioned himself naked in front of your mouth, it now fell wildly across his forehead, just like Minho’s. He too had an extraordinarily beautiful body and you wondered for a moment if this was just a dream. But when he pushed his hard length between your lips and you sucked vigorously on it, it all seemed much more real than you were used to. Your left hand supported your mouth in satisfying Jisung and your right hand was looking for your clitoris. Minho pushed harder and Jisung skillfully suppressed your loud moans. You were close to the climax and Minho seemed to notice it too. It poured out with you and shortly after that Jisung came. Minho rolled himself onto the bed next to you and handed you some handkerchiefs from the nightstand, which you accepted with thanks. Almost as a matter of course, Minho took you in his arms and looked deep into your eyes, while Jisung took his post next to the door again. And so you remained silent. You didn't care what would happen afterwards, because this moment belonged only to you (and Jisung) and from the window you could see the soft light of the sunrise.

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Do not worry, guys!

My uploaded stories (when the stars light up (Hoshi x reader) and of sweet escapes and white lies (wonwoo x reader)) will both get a second part, due to the lack of happy endings. I don't know why but everything I touch turns angsty, just like real life!!!!

I hope you like it so far and if you don't know what I'm talking about: check it out 😉

I hope all of you are staying healthy and I hope we can together continue to stay in our room caves (don't forget to wash your hands!)

[daysbee]

Of sweet escapes and white lies

Characters: Wonwoo x Reader 

Genre: neighborhood au, fluff, angst

Word cound: 2367 

Summary: Thinking of the quite cheap rent you could never imagine this area to be filled all over with fangirls.

a/n: Ahhhh, It’s been a while but here I am with a super fresh out of the oven little fic. How come everything turns angsty when I try to write some simple fluff? Whatever, I hope you enjoy. As before, feel free to just send some requests if you have any. This uarantine is killing me. I hope you are all healthy, though! And again:  English isn’t my first language so I’m really sorry for any grammar errors and typos. This time I didnt let anyone beta read so I’m  really sorry for that

 Two weeks ago, you moved to Seoul to study abroad. Despite the already crowded city you could’ve never imagined all those girls staying in front of your accommodation. In fact, you didn’t care that much, because you were here to attend university and not to engage or even fight with noisy teenagers, but what you did not expect was a new security man in front of the entrance, which didn’t want to let you into your own flat. 

“I live here!”, you claimed, pushing away those girls who tried even harder as you to get into the apartment building. He didn’t answer. You repeated yourself, but got nothing in return. Frustrated you let out an angry little sigh while getting your phone out.

“Mrs Daysbee, what is this all about?” you asked when your landlord picked up the call.  “I’m sorry, Dear” the old lady stated. “I’ll send someone to tell the guard to let you in.” “Thank you.” You ended the call and waited not so patiently, until all the girls around you started to scream und to push even further. You weren’t quite sure why, but behind those glass doors you could see a tall figure approaching, and as you were following his tracks he was locking his eyes with yours. Eventually he looked away to the guard, signing him that you were part of this building. Immediately the man bowed to you, apologizing before he let you in. The other girls tried as well to push themselves through, but unlike you, they were stopped.

As you went inside, there still was this stranger. Dark hair framed his face and some round glasses were laying on his nose. Just now you saw his dark eyes and the hoodie he wore with some grey sweatpants. “Something’s wrong with the security system”, he explained. “Our entrance cards won’t work so until this is fixed this man will work here.” You nodded in response, following him when he got into an elevator. “Thank’s for coming though” you said and you could see a slight smile on his lips as respond. “No problem. I figured that this would somehow happen.” “What do you mean?” “Because of all those fans waiting in front. As you moved in I knew that someday there will be some sort of misunderstanding.” He looked at you and pushed the button for the eighth floor, which apparently was the same level you lived in. “Fans?” Everyone could see how clueless you were, and the man in front of you had to laugh because of that exact reason. “Don’t you know? In this building lives a famous K-pop boygroup.” You shook your head slowly and again an amused laugh was escaping his lips, but instead of continuing this topic any further, he said: “I’m Jeon Wonwoo. Nice to meet you.” “(Y/n)” you simply replied.

Soon after the doors were opened again and both of you exited the tiny room, you were going in the same direction. You already thought he was accompanying you on the way, but one door before yours he stopped in his tracks. Questioningly you examined him, and he responded, “I live here.” “Oh” you nodded “We’re neighbors then.” “Exactly” And he smiled again directly into your face as he was fishing his keys out of his pocket. You didn’t wait for him though, as you were heading to your own apartment, searching for your keys in your purse. “I guess we’ll see each other quite soon then”, you stated and as response he nodded. “I hope so.” You weren’t quite sure what you felt when Wonwoo entered his apartment and disappeared out of your sight, but you knew you couldn’t just let yourself get distracted from a handsome stranger that lived next door. So back in your apartment you gathered your research and started to note all of this down in a neat assignment, which was due in two days.

Since then you noticed how often you catch yourself while looking out for that handsome neighbor of yours, but you never had luck in any way. Another thing you noticed were different people entering next doors, which made you a little suspicious, but as before you couldn’t just let your self get distracted by others. No excuses allowed, you told yourself over and over again. But after a few weeks further you felt yourself feeling strained and tired. You had to prepare three projects for one and the same week, but time management never really was something you were talented in. And so you happened to have a little panic attack while again studying. As you finished school two years ago you could’ve never imagine how exhausting life could become, and instead of forcing yourself through that material, you took the only adult like option that came in your mind: fresh air and a little walk. Due to the fact of around thirty fangirls were waiting outside you figured it would be best to just take all the stairs to the roof top. It took about ten minutes until you were upstairs, and in those ten minutes you decided to never walk ever again. Exhausted you shoved your body through the door which led you directly outside. Warmth greeted your body as the direct sun light was shining on it. For a short moment you stopped your tracks, closed your eyes and exhaled fresh air, just until a deep and familiar voice interrupted your peace.

“Here to escape?”, Wonwoo laughed, sitting right across the roof with his feet hanging through the railing. Confused you opened your eyes and a smile crossed your face as you saw who was talking to you. “More or less” you replied, slowly walking up to him. “Long time no see, stranger” “It’s not my fault that you never come out of your room” he stated and laughed through the railing, one eye on you while the other was watching what happened on the street below. “So, you observe how often I leave my apartment?” Both of you started laughing and you squatted directly beside him. On the same level as him you noticed his sharp features, straight nose, soft lips and his perfect jaw line. This time he wasn’t’ wearing his glasses and you wondered if he really needed them or if they were just an accessory. “How were you doing?” he asked, avoiding your question which you really didn’t mind. “University stuff is hitting quite hard” you stated “But everything seems to be just fine. What about you?” “Work was quite time consuming lately.” You nodded. “I hope for you that it’ll get better soon” and as respond he smiled at you, finally looking directly into your face. Mesmerized by his features you felt your cheeks heating up, looking away in the next moment. “What are you working exactly?” you tried to distract from your face. He responded: “I’m a rapper.” “Oh, really? This apartment complex must be really talented then. We have a boygroup. A rapper. And me? I’m studying the fine art of music.” He laughed and shook his head slightly while again, looking away back on the street below. Both of you went quiet for a short moment, which for you felt like an eternity, but eventually he broke the silence by standing up and saying: “I should go inside again. Don’t want to disturb you from your quiet time.” “No” you said just a little too fast while mirroring his movement, and now you stood directly in front of him, only inches away from his body. Only now you noticed how tall he was in comparison to you. His dark eyes were laying on you, kind of surprised you would guess. For a second there you couldn’t even say anything. The heat radiating from his body petrified you, but as time got by you had to pull your act together and said “I mean, you don’t have to go because of me. In fact, I like your company.” Again, a handsome smile was showing on his face, making your heart beat faster and making you press your lips together. “Don’t worry. I would spend more time with you, if I could. But I’ve got an appointment. Got to head back to work.” “Oh” you kind of felt stupid. What should you do? But before you could even think further he said: “Let’s meet here tomorrow. Come half an hour earlier if you want to.” And with those words he ruffled through your already messy hair and disappeared down the stairs, leaving you in utter confusion of how he could stir up those feelings you tried to repress so hard. And what you could not imagine was the fact that he liked you back, genuinely, without the urge to restrain his emotions.

On the next day, it was you who came early, so he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Half an hour he said. And you, impatient as you were, got there around forty-five minutes earlier. Wearing a cute yellow jumper with some black jeans on, you sighed in frustration, bending yourself over the railing and observing the things happening twenty floors downstairs. Because nothing happened you looked up at the sky, counting the clouds until again, a familiar voice teared you back to reality.

“Sorry. I hope you didn’t got to wait too long.” A happy smile formed on your lips as you turned yourself around facing Wonwoo as he, for once, wore a nice pair of Jeans combined with a black hoodie.

Time went faster as you could imagine. Two months passed and every day you went to see Wonwoo up on the roof. But not today. He had another appointment as he stated a few days prior. But still there was a small hope that he might come. But after an hour of laying in the broad daylight you called it a day because of the sudden hunger you felt. You hated yourself for waiting so long. He wasn’t even your boyfriend. You were…neighbors, right? Maybe even friends. Slowly you got yourself up again on your two feet and managed to find your way down to your apartment, were you grabbed your purse to go out and find some delicious food in the next seven eleven. As the door to your apartment complex opened you were greeted with loud screams of hysterical fans. What was that all about? You flinched by the sound, but as you looked in their direction you froze in your steps. A black van stopped right in front of you. Some huge males were shoving all girls out of the way, including you. And when the doors opened a familiar face went in to your vision. Dark, friendly eyes greeted everyone, but when they locked them with yours, they froze. Even the smile he had faded away. As they left the vehicle, all were darting past you to get inside and save themselves from crazy fans. You tried to smile directly at Wonwoo, to maybe get a similar reaction, when he as well passed by, but he didn’t even look at you. Sadness filled your heart, which was pounding harder than ever before. You bit your lip in disbelieve to what just happened as the whole group went out of sight. What was all this about? Sadly, you went on to buy some food. But that sure wasn’t enough to please your desire for some answers. 

The next day you weren’t sure to just stay inside or chase after a person who lied to you and ignored you in public. It only took a whole sleepless night to google who this guy was and what his so-called boyband was producing. And after you found answers you still were confused. Maybe even more than before. And you decided to stay inside.

Again, months went by. And soon half a year passed. It was time to go back home. Everything you had was neatly packed into your suitcases. Your exams were overcome easily because you didn’t let yourself get distracted again. But then, why were you so sad? What was that growing pain in your chest, beating at the same pace as your own heart? It hurt, you thought to yourself. At 5 am you were leaving your little apartment, locked the door and turned around, looking into familiar eyes. Somehow you knew he left the apartment at a time were people, including fangirls, were still sleeping.

“(Y/N)”, Wonwoo said. His voice was just a whisper. “Surprised?” you asked, kind of angry at the way he behaved back then and at the way he is behaving right now. Why bother now if you didn’t bother before? Sure, you weren’t willing to make the first move in reaching out for him either, but at the same time he never showed up himself. An eternity passed in silence, until you had enough. “Whatever”, you stated and grabbed your suitcases, pushing past him. But instead of a smooth escape he grabbed you at the arm. Was he always this gentle? This little touch made you stop mid track. You weren’t looking him in his face, facing into opposite directions. But you bid your lip. “I’m so sorry for what happened.” “It’s okay” you said. You had no time for this right now. You had to catch a flight back into your home country. Slowly he let go of your arm, but didn’t moved an inch. What did he want to say? That he fell in love with you the moment he laid eyes on you? That he couldn’t just let you go? That he couldn’t live without you? Let’s not get cocky. Still he wasn’t saying anything and you decided that this was enough. “Goodbye Wonwoo.” And you walked to the staircase. “Will you come back?” You faced in his direction, not knowing if your next answer was going to be a lie or not. “Yes.”

[daysbee]

Masterlist

This is just a really really rouph masterlist, due to the lack of content which I really want to change in the future. I will upgrade this Masterlist as I continue to write more stuff. 

References:  

angst (a) 

fluff (f) 

mature (m)

Seventeen 

Hoshi   

 When the stars llight up pt. 1                                              (a)

 When the stars light up pt. 2 (in progress)                          (f)

Wonwoo       

 Of sweet escapes and white lies pt.1                               (a)

 Of sweet escapes and white lies pr. 2 (in progress)         (f)

Stray Kids

Minho

after work business     (with Jisung)                                   (m)

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When the stars light up

Characters: Hoshi x female reader

Genre: idol au, angst

word count: 1723

Summary: The one in which you are the heir of a big company and leave your home to become an idol and in the process you meet Hoshi.

 a/n: Hey guys, this is my first ever kpop fic and I hope you enjoy it. If you have any requests feel free to just send me :) English isn’t my first language though so I’m really sorry for any grammar errors and typos. Also special thanks to @tizzyssmutblog​ for proofreading this. If you are interested in really good fiction: She has a really good collection to read through.

As the heir of a big company in Korea’s music industry you found yourself frustrated in the burden people were putting on to your fragile shoulders, so you walked away from home directly into Pledis Entertainments auditioning program. You didn’t hear much good things so far from this company, except for the boygroup named Seventeen, which are self producing and Pledis‘ only money maker, but at that time your only goal was to get a living out of whatever was left of your reputation as a media known runaway.

However, due to your beautiful features and capturing voice you got accepted as one of the girls training under Pledis. In this starting period you had your first encounter with him. Kwon Soonyoung they called him. Of course, you knew who he was and which group he belonged to, but you didn’t get to talk to him. You were a rookie after all. The only thing you and the other girls were supposed to do was to bow politely and greet your sunbaenim as he walked by. Mesmerized by his cute smile you couldn’t help but laugh along the way to your next training session, ignoring the fact that your cheeks lit up into a peachy pink tone.

It took a while until you got to know the other Seventeen members, but as the first time when you met Hoshi there wasn’t much speaking involved. And actually, you didn’t even care. Pledis wasn’t paying you, but they gave you a roof under which you lived along with the other girls and food and as time got by the girls where the only family you needed. Despite the hard training and labor you were going through you were thankful to get the chance to stand on your own two feet, and after two years of dancing, singing, rapping and dying your hair in each color of the rainbow, it was finally your time to debut under the name of ’Daysbee‘.

After your first stage on Music Bank you found yourself enjoying the cool night air on the rooftop. Excitement overwhelmed you, and for that reason tears found their way down your cheeks. You didn’t know how long you were standing at the ceiling, but it must have been long enough for someone to look after you, as you heard steps from behind.

“(y/n)?“ a friendly voice called, somewhat familiar and strange at the same time. Slowly you took your eyes off the view you had in front of you, of the whole city and all lights which dimmed down the stars so they were not to be seen. Hastily you dried your cheeks with your sleeve as you noticed who approached you. “Kwon Soonyoung“, you stated surprised while a smile formed on your swollen face. “Are you okay?“ he asked und looked in your eyes, noticing the last bits of tear drops you left there by accident. He didn’t spoke about it though, for which you were grateful. “People are getting worried“ he said. “Yes, I’m sorry“ you responded with a light bow to your elder, as you were about to walk to the stairs. But before you could even push yourself to go back, a firm hand stopped you while grabbing your arm. “Take your time“ was all he said, as he smiled at you and in that very moment you swore to see all stars lit up in his brown eyes. You couldn’t do much but follow his tracks as he let go of you. “It’s weird at times “ he said, expanding the distance more and more until he even was out of reach. “The idol thing I mean. “ He shrugged and you heard a soft laugh coming from him. “It’s a big burden at times, but you’ll get used to it. I promise. “ You nodded silently as he walked over to the door. “Come when you’re ready “ he stated, leaving you alone again in the cold summer night.

The answer as to why it was specifically him to look after you was answered as you got yourself inside again, when your members started laughing and hugging you and when all the questions bursted out of their little painted lips. Of course you couldn’t answer them properly, nothing happened. It was an encounter as it was always before. Just this time he talked to you. He saw you. And this thought made you so happy that you wanted to treasure this memory just for yourself. No one else shall get involved, you thought. But what happened next none of you could have ever imagine. After their comeback stage seventeen came to congratulate your group, and so did you. But the first one to change the subject was none other than Seventeens leader, S.Coups. “Let’s grab something to eat to celebrate our accomplishments.“ Excited everyone agreed to this and soon you found yourself in a small room, actually too small to fit all eighteen people in,  somehow it worked by cramping in some extra chairs and by people eating on their labs instead of the table. Somehow you ended up sitting next to Soonyoung in the last corner of this cramped room. He didn’t talk. Damn it, he didn’t even look at you. Uneasy you wagged yourself comfortable on the chair, with no luck. But as Soju got served, the mood instantly got brighter. You had no intention to drink a lot, but it was the better distraction to sitting near Kwon Soonyoung. “So, (y/n), what do you think about your debut? “ Joshua asked from the other side of the room. Immediately everyone got silenced, including you. It was a sudden question not predicted by you and before you could answer, someone sad: “Don’t stare at her like this. She’s shy “, Mingyu stated and everyone bursted out laughing. Even you found a wry smile on your own face and as you lifted your head again to look at the man beside you, you saw big eyes resting on you. It took a short moment, but finally you got your attention back to a waiting Joshua, still smiling at you with a question mark written on his face. “It’s exciting “, you said carefully, trying to sound as confident as possible. “I never expected it to be like this. The crowd, the people behind the stage working to make everything perfect, my girls. I think I really treasure what I have and the opportunity which I was given.“  Pleased by this answer, everyone got back again to eat their meals and drink away their day.

As you woke up, you couldn’t remember how you did come back in to your bed. The sun was already up, but it wasn’t quite late yet as you could see from the bright orange light. Tired you rolled out of your bed, curiously looking at the clock hanging over your bed. Six it was, quite early but despite the early hour you got yourself to wake up. Quietly you walked yourself into the bathroom, trying not to wake the other girls up, but as you were walking out of the door you found your phone lying on the ground. How the hell, you asked yourself. All those years you kept it a big secret to have a phone while being a trainee, because of the strict rules to no contact. Nervously you walked away and locked yourself in while sitting on the edge of the bath tub. Four new calls, eighteen new messages. All those years you never heard from anyone, thinking you weren’t quite important enough to be looked after. But in this night  a lot must’ve happened. You looked through the calls, all of them were from your mother. Almost all of the messages too, telling you to stop your inappropriate behavior and finally come back home. But what really caught your eye were the messages from your brother. There were only two of them, but they were enough to make you shiver.

The decision you made wasn’t easy, but it had to be done. You stood there with only a backpack, your phone and the clothes you wore at that exact moment in front of the Pledis Entertainment building. A sour taste filling your lungs, as you did not know what awaited you after you left the only place you thought you were safe. And as a black van was stopping right in front of you couldn’t help it but swallow the tears away that you were hiding.

“(y/n)!“ You weren’t going to look back again. Not this time. “(y/n)!“ No. Just go away, please.

You didn’t need this right now. Right now everything you wanted was to be left alone, crying in your bed and you just wished everything didn’t happen. But before you could reach for the door of the van, a firm hand holding your arm. “You quit? “ Again this soft, familiar and yet strange voice echoed through your ears. You nodded barely noticeably, but everything he needed to do was just swirl you around and force you to look in to his eyes. The stars. “You just debuted. Pledis will demand all the money they invested in you. Your life will be over.“

This time you shook your head. Your parents were rich, nothing Soonyoung would have known if he didn’t watch the news two years ago. “Talk to me“, he required, loosening his grip around your arm, leaving a red pressure mark. “It’s okay“, you answered. “It’s not. You can’t just let your group down like this. (Y/n)!“ But it was too late for him to change anything. You signed the early termination of your contract, you weren’t a part of this company anymore. Instead you were bound to marry the son of a rich family, so your little brother wasn’t supposed to fulfil this duty. And as you again grabbed for the door, Soonyoung grabbed your hand instead, interwining your both fingers into each other. „Please“ Just a whisper this time, his soothing voice laying in your ears.

„Why do you even care?“, you asked. Just as his, your voice was quiet. And Soonyoung knew there was no answer to this. And he felt pain when you eventually shook his hand off and got in the van and just drove off.