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Rejected Kisses

Enhypen x reader, fluff, the slightest angst (but not really)

A/N - Hello hello! This intended to be some short drabbles but - as always - I ended up getting carried away!

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Use of cringy pet names and cliche scenarios. Anything I’ve missed, please let me know!

Heeseung

Heeseung knows exactly what he’s doing when he looks at you like that. With those big shining doe eyes of his guilt tripping you. He’s never failed to get his own way when he does this. It’s his best tactic in getting you to cave into what he wants. So the second he’d approached you, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind in a sneak attack, his body craning around so his already puckered lips could steal a kiss from the corner of your mouth and you’d wriggled away, his eyes had gone wide and glossy and ready to make you feel bad for what you’d done.

You turned to face your boyfriend, biting down on your bottom lip to suppress the smirk that wanted to break out across those oh-so irresistible lips of yours. You aren’t prepared to give into him so easily when you need to leave for work so soon.

“Baby, I just wanted one quick little kiss…”

Heeseung thinks he’s winning when you don’t immediately respond. He’s sure he can see the cogs in your head turning as you try to come up with a way to avoid giving him what he wants.

“But Hee, I’m already going to be late as it is.” You take a step back as he takes one step closer, helpless as he continues to stare you down with those deep, mesmerising eyes of his. “And with you it’s never just one quick little kiss.”

There’s a few seconds of outstretched silence before Heeseung lets out a deflated sigh, his gaze dropping to where your feet are pressed toe-to-toe.

“You’re right.”

You gulp. Damn it. You may have been able to dodge his doe-eyed look, but there’s no way on Earth you are able to leave him looking so defeated and kiss-less like this.

So, set upon letting your boyfriend have his way, you tuck your finger under his chin and close the space between you until your lips ghost. Smiling into him as you watch the successful smirk finally break out across his lips, before delving in without hesitation. You guess being late isn’t the worst thing in the world anyway.

Jay

Do you think he cares? Pft. No way… or at least Jay is certainly trying to convince himself of that.

Except he does. He really really does care that you just walked away from him like that. And with his lips still puckered no less.

“Daggers at 6 o’clock (Y/N). What did you do?” Jungwon nudges you with his elbow as you stand beside him, packing away some of Jay’s things after the end of the group’s practice.

Upon Jungwon’s words, your head raises to look in the mirror, your gaze instantly falling on Jay in the background sending you daggers exactly as you had been told. And despite being informed beforehand, his gaze still manages to send a shiver down your spine.

“Oh Jay’s just goofing.” You try to sound unaffected, snatching your stare away to refocus on tidying the last few items away.

The other members had already up and left by the time you’d slung Jay’s bag over your shoulder and grabbed the last few empty water bottles to put into the trash. Everyone except said owner of the bag you’re carrying.

“Shall we try again?” You almost jump out of your skin from the sudden proximity, your mouth gaping as you take in the way Jay leans up against the door of the practice room. The only door of the practice room. “C’mon (Y/N), there’s no one around anymore. We don’t need to worry about being caught.”

He’s got you there, knowing fully well that you really don’t like PDA. That’s the only reason you’d ever reject his affection the way you did.

“I’m even blocking the door.” And you can’t help but to mirror his smile at that, finally letting your tense shoulders drop as Jay reaches out and pulls your body flush against his.

“I love you.” You whisper-giggle.

“And I love you more.”

Jake

It’s been so long since you’ve tested the patience of your boyfriend that you’d forgotten just how much stamina he has. Running away never has served you very well against Jake because he could out run you in his sleep. But that doesn’t mean you still didn’t try.

“I promise I’m not mad, my love.” You try to quieten your heavy breaths to keep yourself hidden from Jake. “I know you didn’t really mean to reject my kisses… right baby?”

The way he speaks so softly, condescendingly and ever so dangerously leaves you in a hot flush, biting down on your bottom lip and squeezing your eyes shut as you hear him creep slowly closer to the first empty room in his apartment you found and chose to take refuge in. Judging by the soft plushies on the singular bed, you assume it must be Sunoo’s room.

Before you have time to register what’s happening, Jake has easily overpowered your weight leaning on Sunoo’s bedroom door and chased after you as you let out a squeal and dashed to the opposite end of the room.

Caging you between the wall and his lean arms, you’ve got no shot of another escape. Surrendering is all you have left.

“Jakey.” Your voice is weak, but you still continue to try to get him to let his guard down. Raising your hand to caress his cheek, you smooth the pad of your thumb lightly over his soft skin. “I was only messing about when I dodged your kiss. Of course you know that and you’ll let me off because you love me, right?” You give your best pleading smile, finding it harder to hide how his towering stature and devilish grin affect you.

“Y’know, I told you I wasn’t mad.” Jake begins in a whisper, leaning down so his soft words pepper the sensitive skin of your neck. He smirks watching you shiver. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to get revenge.”

You breath hitches as Jake’s palms move to hold your waist, squeezing you firmly in his hold as he manoeuvres you away from the wall. You feel the edge of the bed on the back of your legs, allowing Jake to push you down until you’re laying beneath him.

He hovers over you with a taunting smirk, watching the way you watch him. You look so timid. Waiting so willingly for him to make the next move. And so he does.

Without a glimpse of hesitation, your lips connect with his. Melting into his every capture and recapture of his velvet soft lips. And that’s where you stay… at least until Sunoo returns, judging and complaining until you leave.

Sunghoon

He’s strong-willed and stubborn. He will get his own way. You will give him a kiss. Even if that means he has to reverse psychology you into it. Sunghoon is willing to work for your affection. Better yet, he’ll work so hard you’ll want to give him a kiss even more than he wants to kiss you.

You hadn’t realised that your boyfriend had noticed the fact you’d deliberately dodged his attempted kiss that morning. No, Sunghoon had played it off so well that you honestly thought he just didn’t care. And that bothered you all day.

Why didn’t he make a comment? You didn’t even get a grumble, or a huff. Nothing. No reaction what so ever. Does he not really want to kiss you? Does he just feel the obligation because of his boyfriend title? Does he still care about you?

That can’t be it. You absolutely refuse. And so, to dissipate your overworking mind, you decide that as soon as you get back from your busy day of errands, you’re going to prove yourself wrong… or right? Ugh. Whichever means that your boyfriend is still into you.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, can’t believe it actually worked. His reaction-less reaction had actually gotten into your head so much you’d been fawning all over him the whole evening. He’d not been able to get away from your hugs or kisses or touches for more than half a minute max. And he was absolutely loving it, he just wasn’t giving you any indication about it.

In fact, Sunghoon had shut himself in the bathroom for the last few minutes just to try to cool himself down a bit. He was starting to get so hot and bothered by your ever-increasing ministrations. And he is by no means ready to give up his little facade yet. Not when he’s having so much fun.

“Seriously bro, you’ve got to try this out. It’s on another level.” Sunghoon chuckles down the phone to Jake, who he’s been relaying his whole plan to - his ego only boosting with each sound of approval from his friend.

“Hoonie~” he hears you call from the opposite side of the door, excitement bubbling up inside of him as he whispers a “gotta go” to Jake before hanging up and sliding his phone back into the pocket of his jeans.

“Yes ba-” he’s rendered speechless when he opens the bathroom door to find you on your bed, snuggled under the covers. “What are you doing?” He chuckles in amusement. You look so adorable. So small. So snug. So so kissable.

“I’m tired baby. So I thought we could make out here instead?”

Sod it. He can’t resist you any longer. So Sunghoon wastes no more time in slipping into bed beside you, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you like there’s no tomorrow.

Sunoo

You hadn’t intended to reject Sunoo’s kiss last night. It’s just that you’d had such a long day and you were so tired that you were practically asleep the second your head hit the pillow and long gone by the time your boyfriend had finished brushing his teeth and gotten into bed beside you. Meaning that Sunoo never got his goodnight kiss.

He knows it’s petty and that you were just exhausted. But without his goodnights kiss, Sunoo was unable to fall asleep. Which meant that he spent most of the night wriggling around in bed because he couldn’t get comfy. Because he couldn’t relax. Because he never got his kiss.

In a bad mood way before the sun rose, Sunoo got out of bed with every intention of just getting his day over and done with. There was no skip in his step or smile on his face. There was no “good morning pretty” or his usual request for a good luck kiss every 10 seconds. No. Sunoo was dressed and gone for schedules before you’d even awoke. And he didn’t even leave a cute little note telling you to have the most amazing day like he usually would have done.

While you were concerned, you brushed it off as him just being in such a hurry that it must have slipped his mind. Not even realising anything could be off until the evening arrived and your precious, beloved sunshine returned to you in a grump.

“How was your day sweetie?” Your attempt to give him a back hug is swatted away as he trudges into the bedroom and flops himself face down onto the bed.

Ah paradise at last. Soft, pillowy bed sheets and silence. Until you come trailing behind him with a million questions about his attitude and if everything is ok? Sunoo knows he’s being irrationally unfair towards you, but no, everything is not ok. Because he got no sleep, because he got no kiss from you.

You’re speechless upon the onslaught of hurtful words that tumble from his mouth. How could he take it all out on you like that? You didn’t intentionally forget to kiss him before bed. And, regardless of you being asleep, he should have woken you for a kiss. You never would have pushed him away. You’d give him a kiss every second of every day for the rest of your life if it were possible. That’s how much you love him. But clearly the sentiment is not returned…

“I think I should go…” your hoarse voice whispers through the pain that is your broken heart, speaking to Sunoo’s back as he continues to lay face down on the bed you shared. He flips over the second he hears your words.

“Where? You live here.” His tone is void of emotion; his version of anger. Sunoo doesn’t shout or rage when he’s mad. Instead he goes void.

“Does it matter?” You shrug, trying to keep the tears from falling. But then you begin to tremble and turn your back to him.

Finally reality hits Sunoo like a ton of bricks. How has he let himself get into this mess? More importantly, how had he allowed himself to treat you the way he has? No amount of tiredness can excuse that. Ever.

“I’m so sorry baby.” You feel Sunoo’s hands hold your waist before turning you around and pulling you into his chest. He clutches onto you as though he’d lose you forever if he lets go. You blubber into him. “You’re the best thing in my life. Please don’t leave me.”

You pull your face away just enough to peek up at him, immediately meeting his remorseful gaze and seeing that he really does feel terrible. You’re not quite up to speaking yet, but you want to start putting this behind you so you can both go back to being loved-up like you usually are. So you move your arms to behind his neck and raise onto your tippy-toes before pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

Jungwon

Your boyfriend is just too cute to say no to. Most of the time, at least…

“No no no no NO!” He shouts, dropping the controller to exasperatedly flail his hands in the air instead.

“Jungwon. Stop shouting.” You glair at him from where you try to read. But you should have known that paying him a visit when he told you that he had made plans to play games with Heeseung and Niki was a bad idea. I don’t mind, I’ll just enjoy your company. Oh how wrong you were. Between Jungwon shouting at the screen and losing another round to Heeseung, you’d not had a single moment of peace since you’d arrived.

“Sorry baby!” He shouts without realising, continuing his game as though nothings amiss. You simply roll your eyes at him before marking the page of your book and standing. Once you have reached your competitive boyfriend you tap him on the shoulder.

“Niki you little shi-” Jungwon’s explosion falls short when he turns to face you. You look pissed. “Everything ok baby?” He plasters on his best smile, hoping it’s enough to pacify you.

“No. It’s not.” This wipes the smile right off his face, instead replacing it with something more akin to fear. “I’m going home.” You state, not giving your boyfriend a chance to rectify your annoyance. Jungwon is so speechless he doesn’t even give a reaction to Niki’s teasing “Sounds like there’s trouble in paradise…”

The next day Jungwon won’t stop pleading and pestering you.

“Baby please come over tonight. I promise I won’t shout, I’ll use my indoor voice only.” Jungwon chases after you as you continue to walk away from him. So it’s clear you’re still miffed from the night before, you’ve not even given Jungwon a single kiss all day.

“Just tell me what I need to do to make things right again.” You’re halted by his hand on your shoulder, allowing him to turn you so you face each other. It’s not exactly like he’s done anything wrong, he did warn you that he would be playing games with his friends and you did say you didn’t mind. You suppose you’re just annoyed because you were unable to relax or read more than a few pages of your book.

With the way he looks so sorry, you feel yourself deflate.

“No Wonnie…” you sigh, “…you did nothing wrong. I just wanted to spend time with you and I was being petty about it.”

His smile melts your heart as he lets out a relieved chuckle.

“I’m sorry for not prioritising you, or for listening to you.” Jungwon whispers as he closes the space between you until you’re impossibly close. You watch as he bites onto his bottom lip while he assess if you would resist one of his kisses. And when he realises that you’re waiting for him to just make the move already, he wastes no more time and closes the space between you completely, savouring every part of you.

Niki

It wasn’t so long ago that you and Niki were just friends. So it’s understandable that you’re both still working out how to cross the line between just friends and something more.

You’ve got hand holding down. In fact, it feels so natural it feels wrong to be waking anywhere with Niki and not be holding his hand. And cuddling was never an issue because you’ve always had quite a cuddly friendship. But kissing is a whole new ball-park of affection.

It’s not that you don’t want to kiss Niki. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more. It’s just… it’s a little daunting for you to kiss the guy you’ve been friends with for so long. The very same guy you’ve always daydreamed of kissing.

You’ve been so in your head about it that you’ve been freaking yourself out. To the point where Niki actually tried to kiss you after dinner a few nights ago and you panicked and swerved into a hug instead. How awkward…

Thankfully he’d found it adorable how nervous you were and chuckled into the hug. He’d even teased you the next day about it, telling you that he won’t try to kiss you again unless you kiss him first. Except, now you’re putting more pressure on yourself. What do you mean you have to be the one to initiate the kiss?!

Another 24 hours later and another date comes drawing to an end. This time, you find yourself in the passenger side of Niki’s car, stopped in front of your apartment building. It’s clear neither of you want for the night to end just yet, your hands still intertwined across the middle console that separates your seat from his.

“What’s on your mind pretty?” His voice is soft, lowly questioning you with that signature smirk of his. The way his eyes run up and down your face, sultrily drinking you in shadowed by the darkness of the car. The streetlight just outside casting his features in an insurmountably gorgeous way. It has your brain melting. And you know this is the moment. You’re ready and you can’t resist him anymore.

Niki remains unmoving as you slowly lean towards him, accepting your hand that cups his cheek and coerces him to draw closer until your noses brush. The next thing you know, your lips find his and your eyes have fluttered shut.

You can feel his smile outstretch as he almost immediately kiss you back, allowing him to take over and deepen the kiss. You’re so lost in how right it feels that you don’t realise you’ve been manoeuvred onto his lap until Niki pulls back for some air. Your eyes finally opening to find him already watching you, so loved up.

There’s no words that need to be exchanged between you to know the feeling is mutual. So you dive right back in instead, newly obsessed with the caress of his lips on yours.

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Kiss Me

Stray Kids x reader, very fluffy and some use of cringy pet names

A/N - I have no idea where Jeongin’s one came from, but sometimes I just begin writing and see where it’ll take me… enjoy! 😂

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life. Anything I’ve missed, please let me know!

Chan

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to kiss me.”

It’s been three days since Chan had teased you with those words and you haven’t been able to get it out of your head since. Even without seeing him, he’s still been pestering you. Or rather, the memory has.

It had all started because you’d gotten into some petty bickering between you. It was so trivial you can’t even remember what it was about. All you know is that you’re meant to be mad at him for it. But that stupid last sentence he called after you with hasn’t let you have a moments peace.

“Baby, are you ok?” He picks up after the first ring, the concern laced through his tone making your heart summersault.

“No. It’s 3am and I’m still awake…” you sleepily grumble down the phone.

“Well, go to bed then.” He teases, his tone bright and chirpy from the other side. Of course he’s unaffected by the time, your boyfriend is practically nocturnal.

“But I can’t!” You whine, letting out a soft cry.

Chan’s “why not?” seems instantly more serious. You can just imagine how his lighthearted expression fell off his face when he realised you weren’t playing with him.

“Because I’m supposed to be mad at you and I don’t know why and I just want to sleep but all I can think about is kissing you.”

There’s a few too many seconds of silence after you finish your complaining, to the point where you have to pull your phone away from your ear to make sure the call hasn’t cut off. “Chan?”

“I’m on my way baby.” He sounds like he’s rushing about, hearing a door slam behind him in the process. “Just don’t fall asleep before I get to you ok?”

You feel smug knowing he’s just dropped everything to fulfil your wish of kisses. Yawning again as you drearily mutter an “ok.” to him before the call ends.

Spoiler: you are asleep by the time he get to you and he can’t bring himself the wake you when you look so snug. He doesn’t know how you manage to look so beautiful even while sleeping. So, instead, Chan cuddles up beside you, gently pulling you into his arms. But not before placing a delicate kiss to your pouted lips.

Minho

There’s a comfort in getting home after a long day to find your best friend Minho already waiting for you. It never fails to put a smile on your face seeing him making himself at home in your place; helping himself to snacks from your cupboards or kicking his feat up on the coffee table as he sinks into your sofa and watches tv. Entering your small apartment to find him already there, waiting for you, can instantly make any bad day so much better. Just like today…

Except, this time you return home to find Minho already fast asleep.

At first you don’t realise he’s not awake, calling out to him from the door as you slip off your shoes and shrug off your jacket. But then you realise his lack of invitation to join him on the sofa, or his offer of snacks that he’d already helped himself to.

Approaching said sofa, you quietly peer over to find him fast asleep. He looks so peaceful with the way his mouth hangs slightly agape, the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head and his arms folded across his chest in a self hug. Adorable. It’s slightly strange to see him like this, so vulnerable and delicate. There’s not many people Minho feels close enough to to let his guard down around and it warms your heart to know that you are one of them.

Just as you decide to leave him be to go shower, his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, making you jump out of your skin with a squeak. His amused chuckle fills the room at your response.

“I thought you were asleep.” You pant, your free hand on your chest, still feeling your heart race.

“I was until someone started watching me like a creep.” His smile taunts you. You just roll your eyes, muttering “rude” under your breath as you begin to pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Come cuddle.” His hand squeezes your wrist in resistance, already overpowering your weak attempt to move away from him by guiding you to the front of the sofa.

“But I want to shower.” You pout, caving the second Minho tugs you down into him and wraps his arms around you securely.

“You can shower later.” He mumbles, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Damn Minho and his ability to persuade you. Damn him and his snuggly hoodie… and how safe he makes you feel in his arms…

You lift your head from his chest after a few minutes of silence to see he’s back to resting. With his arms still clutching your body firmly, it’s a little difficult to move, but you are able to free your arms so they rest on the cushions on either side of his torso.

Minho’s grip on you is more lax than you’d initially realised. You notice this as you use your arms to leverage yourself into a half push-up (the rest of your body still laying against his).

There’s something so mesmerising about him as he sleeps. An angelic quality that makes your heart swell. You find your fingers itching to reach out to move the hood away from his face a little so you can cup his cheek. Delicately letting the pads of your fingers smooth over his soft skin.

“Will you just kiss me already.” Your breath hitches when you register his words. Again, you hadn’t realised Minho wasn’t asleep. And, again, you’d been caught admiring him.

Initially, you’re a little unsure if he’s actually just asked you to kiss him or if you’ve just imagined he did. That is until his eyes slightly open to stare you down, wordlessly commanding you to do it.

So you do. Without hesitation you draw your lips into his and let them melt into each other. Crossing a new boundary in your friendship with ease. And you know that neither of you will ever go back.

Changbin

Changbin had been trying his hardest to get you to kiss him. He really had. But all he’s managed to get from you so far is an eye roll as you walk away.

“So you’d really leave me like that.” He plops onto the sofa beside you with a cute pout.

“Like what?” You hold back the amusement wanting to show in favour of raising a brow towards your boyfriend. Maybe you want him to think he’s annoying you because he’s momentarily stealing your attention from the TikTok playing on your phone. Maybe you don’t want to give away how much you really do want to cave in and kiss him.

“(Y/N)~~~” he whines loudly and you can’t help the light laughter that sounds from you upon his emerging tantrum.

“Binnie, I really don’t know what you’re going on about.” You shake your head, lowering your voice to a whisper as you peer around the room, “and people are staring.”

“One kiss and I’ll stop.” His voice continues to reverberate the space around you, making you wince a little. You know he knows your resolve is wearing thinner and thinner with every loud noise he makes. You’ve been together for too long and he knows you too well to not catch on.

“Fine.” You huff. “Come here.” You reach your hand out to pull him closer by his broad shoulder, biting down on your bottom lip upon feeling the toned muscle underneath.

Changbin is silent, simply sending you the smirk he always does when he gets his own way. He’s very pleased with himself right now. You have to fight the eye roll when he puckers his lips at you, the temptation to tease him by shoving him away all too strong.

But the next thing you know, his lips have captured yours, your bottom lip being sucked between his. There’s not an ounce of you that could push him off now. Not with how good his lips feels against yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You complain when Changbin detaches from the kiss, smugly darting his tongue across his bottom lip as he eyes you cockily.

“Cause if you want to kiss me like that then we need to go somewhere less public.”

Hyunjin

You really don’t like your past self right now and if you could turn back time, you’d go back to the week before when you’d let Hyunjin rile you up to the point of your ego getting the better of you and smack yourself in the face.

“Don’t be such a sore loser and kiss me.” Hyunjin taunts, smirking at you in such a way you are unsure if you should be annoyed or turned on.

“Stop being a sore winner and I’ll consider it.” You fire back almost instantly, without filter between your brain and mouth.

Hyunjin chuckles at your retort, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in amusement. Cocky bitch. He knows that’s one of your weaknesses.

“I wouldn’t test my luck if I were you, Princess.”

You gulp. There goes your sanity.

His tone drips confidence and authority in a way that you’ve never witnessed from your friend before. Sure, you’ve seen this side of him when he’s doing something he loves like dancing. But the power he radiated in those moments and the power he radiates now are polar opposites.

He’s watching you in an almost predatory way, his eyes darkened and narrowed onto your smaller frame. The bet has ended and he wants his prize.

“Hyune- I” you stumble over your words, mouth dry and mind blank as you watch him take a few slow but sure steps closer to you.

“You what,” he raises a brow. “Can’t wait to kiss me?”

There’s no space between you now and you couldn’t run even if you wanted to because you’ve been backed into the wall. Between Hyunjin’s hands holding your hips and his eyes staring deeply, unashamedly into yours, you’re practically paralysed.

Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down, anticipating his lips on yours. That’s why it startles you to feel his warm breath fan your neck, his lips grazing your skin as they trail their way up to the corner of your mouth, leaving a burning in their wake.

“Princess, if I’d known you’d react to me like this I would have kissed you a long time ago.”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you hear his whispered words, leaving no time before he finally crashes his lips into yours.

Jisung

It was a few days ago when he’d heard your muffled confession through your bedroom door, where you’d confided to your friend that you were missing your boyfriend because he’d been so busy recently.

It made Jisung’s heart break to know that you felt that way, even if it was completely unintentional. And he hasn’t been able to get it off his mind since. All the guilt troubling him into overthinking and being unable to focus properly. Had he really been neglecting you? Had he really been that bad of a boyfriend?

Of course, he didn’t directly confronted you about it. Instead, he decided to be extra attentive to you. So when he next payed you a visit, Jisung wrapped you in his arms, fully intending on not letting you go. He placed kisses on every inch of your face and doted on you as though you were unable to do anything for yourself.

He’s been super clingy for the past week. Leaving work on time instead of staying late, sleeping at your place, kissing you goodnight and good morning and - all in all - just showering you in so much affection. It feels just like when you first started dating all that time ago, when everything was new and exciting.

“Baby!” Jisung calls out for you, getting you to enter your bedroom to find him already laying on his side of your bed. When you chuckle an amused “what?” at him, he simply opens his arms and makes grabby hands, impatiently begging for you to cuddle. ��And a kiss.” He mumbles into your shoulder, only pulling away so you are able to reach his lips.

You give him a few short pecks without hesitation, your free hand smoothing over his cheek as you do so.

“What’s gotten into you recently?” You laugh, voicing the question that’s been circling your mind the last few days when Jisung complains, dissatisfied with your short kisses. “You’ve been so clingy.”

“I just want to remind you how much I love you.” He sulks. “I feel like I’ve not done that enough recently and I never want you to forget that…” he trails off, becoming shy from his own feelings.

Suddenly his recent behaviour make so much more sense. He’s doubting himself as a partner. You find yourself remembering the feelings you expressed to your friend before. Remembering that evening, you realise that is when your boyfriend had started smothering you; he’d heard what you’d said. You couldn’t feel more guilty if you tried.

“I know.” You nuzzle your nose against his, “and I love you more than anything in this world.” You gush.

“I love you too baby.” He whispers back.

Felix

Felix had been acting differently around you recently. At first it was so subtle you hardly noticed. But with every passing day and week, things would begin to add up that just felt… suspicious…

For starters, he’d been a lot more touchy with you. And again, at first you hardly noticed because it’s no secret that Felix loves a cuddle. But what had started as his usual asking for a friendly hug, slowly developed into him pulling you into back hugs without saying a thing, or wrapping his arm over your shoulder, or oh-so causally slipping his hand into yours while walking beside you.

You weren’t sure if Felix was even aware of these new ways of affection being shown towards you. He’d never made any comment about it verbally, nor had anything else in your friendship changed. So, despite it continuing to mentally drive you crazy from all your overthinking, you decided it would be best to not say anything. After all, you really enjoy being closer to him and you’re sure that if you’d ever indicated you didn’t like it, then Felix would stop. He’d never make you feel uncomfortable.

It’s a casual Friday evening when things take even more of a turn however.

After spending the evening surrounded by your group of friends, one by one they’d slipped off to do their own things. It started when Chan excused himself to finish some work on his laptop after dinner. Then Changbin left for the gym. Shortly after was Jeongin, who dragged himself off to bed after nearly falling asleep on the sofa. The rest slowly slipping away for various reasons until only you and Felix remained.

“You not sleepy yet Lix?” You lean into him to whisper, the movie still playing on the tv before you. Even though no one else was around, it still felt wrong to speak at full volume.

“A little…” he trails off, turning to meet your eyes.

You admire the way his sleepy smile reaches his heavy lids. How his cheeks, despite the dim lighting of the room, seem to have a rosy hue to them. His hair is still a little static on top from the boisterous play fight he’d had with Seungmin hours ago, but it looks more fluffy than anything. And his lips…

You’re so engrossed in admiring him that you entirely miss his words, blinking yourself back into the moment with a “huh?”

“Will you kiss me now?”

You find yourself looking from his serious eyes to his lips and back again, trying to decipher if you’d really just heard him correctly. There’s not a single element of joking on his face, and the more his words register, the more you struggle to look anywhere but his soft, plump, kissable lips.

“Are you still with me sweetheart?” He smirks as he leans down to you, one of his fingers sitting under your chin to make you eye level. You’re awestruck by everything about him. Your mind running on overdrive trying to process as much as quickly as you can.

And then it all clicks. He’d been waiting for this moment, slowly warming you up with increasing forms of skin-ship and lingering touches. It has all been intentional.

You’re the first to close off the small space between you, crashing your lips into his with so much force you feel Felix almost fall back. Luckily he’s able to steady himself without breaking away, his hands clutching onto either side of your waist as you pull him in closer by cupping his cheek.

And that’s how you stay for the rest of the night, in each others arms and with enough kisses to make up for an eternity of lost time.

Seungmin

“Just kiss me.” Seungmin deadpans, not impressed in the slightest by you, nor is there any hint of amusement towards your devilish laughter.

You’d been dodging your boyfriends kisses all day, wanting to see how far you could push him before he did something about it. And judging by the way he’s shooting daggers at you, you think he’s almost there.

“Ew gross.” You fake a grimace, stepping further away from Seungmin.

“Ok. That’s it.” He practically growls, striding towards you so quickly you barely have enough time to think of your next move. The time it takes for your brain to register his fast movements and your body to spring into action are only just enough for you to escape his clutches. “Hey! Get back here!”

Seungmin follows your trail of shrieks and giggles as you do your best to rush away. But his place - while far bigger than yours - doesn’t go on forever and eventually you reach a dead end.

“Any last words pumpkin?” He tilts his head at you. You can tell he’s trying to hold back the smile that wants to overtake his stern expression. The corners of his mouth are faltering. “Or do you want to keep disobeying me?”

You have to bite down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from blurting all the sassy comebacks that are daring to slip out. But you know you’re in very dangerous waters. Your boyfriend has closed off so much space he could capture you in his arms and never let you go.

“Puppy…” you swallow your pride, making your voice as timid as you can as you blink innocently up at him. This tactic almost never fails getting you out of trouble…

An adorable smile breaks out across Seungmin’s face, finally dropping his faux-anger in favour of showing the joy it brings him to see you at his mercy like this. Boy does he love it when you act all cute for him because he knows it means you’ve run out of options. Usually he’d melt like putty in your hands. But this time he’s determined to get his long awaited kiss.

“Nu-uh that’s not gonna work this time.”

“But, Pup-” you’re cut off by Seungmin’s lips capturing yours. His hands pull you in by the belt loops on your pants, pressing your body flush against his, while your hands fly to his biceps, clinging onto them for fear life as his lips work their magic, melting your brain.

He pulls away with the most triumphant beam, catching the way you chase after his lips a little. The cutest whine sounds from you in retaliation and upon this, Seungmin shakes his head before leaning in and reconnecting your lips.

Jeongin

“And that’s why you should kiss me.”

You hadn’t even realised the PowerPoint presentation had concluded until the sound of Jeongin loudly clearing his throat brings you back into reality.

Yes, he’d actually made a full-on, detailed presentation to you to showcase all the reasons it would be “the best decision of your life” to kiss him - his words, not yours. And, while it’s not the most conventional way of admitting feelings to his best friend and longtime crush, Jeongin had come across the idea on TikTok and hadn’t been able to get it out of his head since.

You - on the other hand - had been in such disbelief that you’d actually tuned out halfway through because your mind had begun to wonder about what it would actually be like to kiss Jeongin for real. That had then led to imagining him as a boyfriend, how he would be so attentive and affectionate and, just, perfect… not that you hadn’t thought about him like this before.

When more agonisingly slow seconds pass without you saying a single thing, embarrassment and regret hit him like a tsunami.

“…you know, I should probably just-” “No!” Jeongin stops mid sentence upon your sudden outburst. He looks so flushed with embarrassment and adorably confused.

“I need you to kiss me…” You retract your voice back to its normal level, feeling your own nerves fall away when you see the shy smile form on your best friends face. “…please Innie.”

He’s speechless, simply nodding in response before hurriedly making his way over to you.

The kiss is filled with pent up longing. Like you’d both been waiting for this moment without realising the other felt the same until now. It just feels so right to kiss your best friend and to feel him hold you so close.

You pull apart for air after a few seconds, lips ghosting and elated smiles on both of your faces. You let out a little chuckle as your foreheads rest together, Jeongin’s hands lacing your fingers with his on either side of you.

“Your PowerPoint was right. It is the best decision of my life.”

[inadaydream99]

Even When You Were Invisible

Based on the movie The Princess Diaries (2001)

NCT Dream Jisung x fem reader, fluff

A/N - so I recently rewatched The Princess Diaries and just had to write this into a oneshot. This focuses more onto the budding romance side-plot of the film, so I’ve taken some liberties and adapted the narrative a bit. This is also unedited for now - please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes!

Disclaimer: I have used a direct quote from the film which is in italics. I am not trying to replicate the film, just use the plot as inspiration. I do not take any credit for this plot. This does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Jaemin’s character does not reflect him and is purely to fulfil the shallow character he plays. Mild use of language (like 5 swears, maybe??)

“How’s my baby?” You gleam at Jisung, catching him off guard from where he’d been so focused on tinkering around with the car engine in front of him. He bolts upright beside you, quickly grabbing hold of the car bonnet and slamming it down before reaching into his pocket to pull out the rag he uses to wipe off the engine oil from his hands.

“All good.” His voice comes out strained, watching as your smile somehow grows wider. He observes the way your hand smooths over the shiny baby blue metal of the car, gazing into the way it reflects your loving expression.

“Well, she looks amazing.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his, watching the way his Adam’s apple bops. “Thank you, Sungie.”

“Oh, it was really no problem…” he gushes, playing down all the turmoil your precious car has given him over the last few weeks. Not that Jisung ever plans on telling you about all the extra hours he’s spent fixing up your car for you. He doesn’t mind at all. He spends most of his free time at the garage anyway because his band is also allowed to practice there in return for Jisung helping out repair some cars.

It’d be a dead giveaway to all of the feelings he has towards you and he also knows you’d insist on paying him extra for his time if you knew when you’ve already put every penny of your savings into repairing the car you’d worked so hard to get.

Besides, with the way you look at him now, radiating so much adoration, Jisung feels it’s more than enough compensation for his hard work.

“You’re the best!” You reach out to ruffle his hair the second he ducks his head shyly from your compliment. Whispered giggles tumbling from his lips as his cheeks burn. “Can I pick her up tomorrow after school?” You shine those big doe-like eyes at him.

“No problem.” Jisung nods, smiling warmly. And he watches you skip out of the garage with so much excitement, shouting a “see you at school!” over your shoulder. Just as you have left his line of sight, Jisung is called over by his band mates for practice. And while they spend the rest of the evening playing their songs, Jisung continues to replay your interaction over in his mind. Damn, he’s down bad for you.

You reach home quicker than usual, thanks to the spring in your step from Jisung’s amazing work with your baby. You’re so unbelievably excited to finally be able to drive your dream car. You’ve wanted a baby blue mustang since you can remember, so you’d scraped all of your savings from your part time job together to buy the old beaten up car and payed the garage where Jisung works to make your car dreams come true.

“That you honey?” You hear your mom call as you walk further into your house. She sends you a smile over her shoulder when your bag clatters onto the kitchen table. Picking up an apple from the fruit bowl as you watch her refocus on the painting before her.

“Did you get another commission?” You speak through half-chewed apple.

“Uh-huh.” You mom hums, placing down her brush carefully onto the tray beside her easel before turning to you. “Who knew posting my art online would rake in so much work?”

“I did.” You tease, taking another bite of your apple.

Your mom shakes her head at you while rinsing her hands in the sink. All the while, you push yourself away from the counter, grabbing your bag to begin heading to your room.

“(Y/N), wait!” Your mom calls just as you reach the stairs. “Your grandmother called today. The live one.” Your mom adds upon seeing your shock.

“The one I’ve never met?” You tilt your head in confusion, bushy eyebrows furrowing. “What would she suddenly want?”

“She said she wants to have tea with you after school tomorrow.” Your mom explains. “Something about important news she needs to share with you.”

“Oh, I was supposed to pick up my car tomorrow… but I guess I’ll have to rain check.”

That was two weeks ago now and little did you know at the time how much your life was about to change.

The following afternoon, when you’d arrived at your estranged grandmothers house - or should you say mansion - you’d had your world flipped upside down.

“A-a Princess-” your mouth hangs agape, unable to comprehend the situation at hand. Your eyes dart around the room, looking from your grandmother to her staff, then the security, before finally landing back on your grandmothers perfectly calm expression. She’s not joking. “No no no nonononono." You shake your head.

“You’ve got the wrong person. I’m the furthest thing from a princess. Look at me!”

-

As it turns out, they did not have the wrong person. Your father, who you’d never met, had been heir to the throne of the small European country you’d never heard of and after his death, that left you - his only child - next in line.

You’d come to an agreement with your grandmother that, before anyone made any rash decisions, you’d give it some time to try out the role of Princess. And so commenced the ‘Princess training’ every day after school with your grandmother. You’d learn how to walk, talk, sit, stand and live like a true Princess within the agreed trial month between this life altering news and the annual independence ball.

Sworn to secrecy, you’d not told a soul about your new informed identity. So, while your private life has somehow changed in every single way, your school life has not budged an inch. From the hours of 8-3 you’re the same invisible girl, with your two bestest friends since kindergarten, Jisung and Chenle.

“Woah, he’s so dreamy.” You gush, resting your chin in your palm as you watch Jaemin walk past your lunch table. Jisung simply rolls his eyes at the way you simp over the most popular guy in school, like always. He doesn’t get the hype around Jaemin. So what if he’s the captain of the football team, extremely lean and always seems to have perfectly shiny hair? Anyone could have all of those things. Jisung could have all of those things…

Despite the fact that he’s almost flunking gym class because of his terrible hand-eye co-ordination in football.

Jisung feels his only consolation is that Jaemin is dating Nina, the head cheerleader.

“Anyway…” Chenle speaks a little louder, “as I was saying before (Y/N) let her hormones take away from the crisis at hand. How am I going to get another guest for my show on Saturday?”

Ah yeah, you were trying to console Chenle on his last minute drama. His school curricula radio show, Talking with Chenle, had finally been getting more than three listeners a week. And ever since his audience has started to slowly grow, he’s been putting more and more pressure on himself to promote the topics he cares about with guests.

“Dude, chill. You still have four days to find a replacement.” Jisung grumbles from beside you. He looks a little like he’s sulking, although you have no idea what could have possibly made him so annoyed within the last thirty minutes that you’ve been sat at your lunch table.

“So much help you are.” Chenle fires at the grumpy Jisung on your left as he stands from the table, slings his bag over his shoulder and storms off.

You turn your attention to said grump, frowning.

“That wasn’t nice Sungs.” You watch as regret consumes his face, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he mumbles a muted apology.

“So, are you collecting your car from the garage tonight?” Jisung finally builds up enough courage to ask you. He’s been battling in his mind for the last few days on how to bring this up, so he’s a little nervous, but tries his best to suppress the shyness that wants to win over.

“Oh I can’t.” You guiltily grimace. You feel terrible putting him off again, especially when you were meant to pick up your baby weeks ago. But, since you’ve been having your ‘Princess lessons’ everyday, you’ve had no time. “I’m seeing my Grandmother.”

“Again?” Jisung regrets how quickly the word slips out of his mouth. But you don’t seem offended, nodding yes in response.

“How about Saturday?” You quizzically raise a brow, biting down onto the corner of your bottom lip in anticipation.

“Saturday works…” You let out a breath in relief upon Jisung’s agreement. “…and maybe you can stay for a bit, hang out?” Jisung suggests.

“…it’s just my band are practicing that afternoon in front of a few people and it’d be great to have a bit more of an audience…” Jisung trails off, cutting off his word vomit just in time to notice the way your smile reaches your eyes.

“Sounds perfect.” You beam, just as the bell rings for class.

-

You were beyond nervous. Petrified, if you’re completely honest. Yesterday evenings ‘Princess lesions’ with your grandmother had turned out to be a head-to-toe makeover and you’d come out the other end of the evening looking like someone entirely different. Some may even say, like a Princess. Gone were your glasses, bushy eyebrows, your hair had been cut and the frizz tamed. To you, you look almost unrecognisable. To Chenle, you look amazing. But to Jisung, you look like the very thing you’d always swore you’d never want to be - a popular - and it scared him.

While you liked your new look, you felt like a bit of a sellout for complying with the makeover to look more ‘regal’ - as your grandmother had described it. So you’d walked into your first class of the day wearing a grey bucket hat, so as to cover as much of your new look as possible.

Jisung had to do a double take when you entered the classroom and took your usual seat beside him. He’d always thought you were beautiful before, but wow, you’d somehow managed to ascend to another level quite literally overnight. From under the hat, he could see your bright eyes and long lashes. The neat shaping of your eyebrows and the plumpness of your lips, accentuated by the baby pink lip gloss you’d applied. Although, he’s unsure of why you’re wearing a hat on such a warm summers day, especially when you’re inside.

“Okay class, simmer down.” Your teacher, Mr Sums enters from the back of the room, hushing all of the excited chatter in the room as he places down his bag on the front desk and begins to set up for the class. “Yes, Nina?” He acknowledges without so much as glancing in her direction.

Nina sat in the seat behind you, perfectly poised and ready to strike. She’s the head girl in your grade for a reason, with her off-scale intelligence, popularity and cunning attitude. She will take down anyone who gets in her way. Which, right now, is your hat covered head that’s in her line of vision to the front of the class.

“Mr Sums. Isn’t there a rule about no hats allowed?” You can feel her smirk on the back of your neck, letting out a concealed huff as you try to prepare yourself for what you know is going to happen next.

“You’re right Nina.” Mr Sums sighs, “(Y/N), please could you remove your improper dress coded attire?” He glances at you and your mortified expression, watching as you gulp down your nerves while simultaneously reaching up to reluctantly slip your hat off.

Out tumbles your perfectly smooth hair as it cascades down past your shoulders. Jisung’s eyes almost pop out of his head from beside you. Not that you notice, too busy being consumed by the gasps from your classmates.

“Oh wow.” You hear Nina laugh, “Look who’s trying to fit in now?”

Her sickly-sweet tone only makes your cheeks burn deeper and you try to sink into your chair.

“Well, I think (Y/N) looks stunning, actually.” Your head whips towards Jisung, grateful for him sticking up for you. You send him a thankful smile as class begins and everyone’s attention is turned away from you. For now.

-

“So what’s the deal with your sudden change of appearance?” Chenle questions as he shovels his salad into his mouth. His words come out slightly muffled between the half-chewed lettuce and Jisung just rolls his eyes.

“Nothing.” You try to shut down the topic, bowing your head into your own lunch.

“It’s clearly not nothing.” Chenle deadpans, before narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re hiding something.”

“Am not.” You grumble into your sandwich.

“So you’ll be coming to my baseball game after school then, like we agreed weeks ago?”

Shit. You’d completely forgotten about Chenle’s baseball game and you know for certain you can’t get out of seeing your grandmother.

“I can’t.”

“See!” Chenle drops his fork into his salad, folding his arms as he turns to Jisung for support. “What? Are you just bored with us now? Don’t want to be friends anymore?”

“No, that’s not even close!” You cry in distress.

“Then tell us what’s so important that you keep dropping us (Y/N).”

You bite down on your jittering bottom lip, your worried eyes casting from Chenle’s unimpressed expression to Jisung’s concerned one.

“I’m not allowed to tell…”

Upon this half-confession, Chenle drops his attitude and leans across the table to speak quieter.

“Are you in trouble? Being blackmailed again? Do we need to beat someone up?”

“No!” You shut down his conspiracies, hands flying up in surrender.

You know you shouldn’t tell anyone. But you also know that if you don’t spill it all to them now, you’ll risk loosing the only people keeping you sane. Heaving a deep sigh, you know what you have to do.

“Okay. You have to promise me you’ll keep this strictly between us.” You point between your two intrigued friends, encouraging them to lean into the table so you can whisper. “I’m serious. The repercussions if this gets out-”

“Just tell us.” Chenle rolls his eyes.

To other students, it simply looks like your gossiping like any other group of high schoolers. But if they were to look closely enough, they’d notice the way both Chenle and Jisung’s eyes blow wide and how the colour seems to drain from Jisung’s face faster than lightening.

“You’re a what-” you cover Chenle’s mouth before he has a chance to shout anything further, covering it with a “Shhhhh.”

“Promise this stays between us.” You stick your pinky finger out for them to link, watching as both of your friends entangle theirs around yours.

“Damn. Wish I could be a…” Chenle begins to mutter.

“Dude!”

-

Walking into school the next morning feels a little more unnerving than usual. You’re barely through the threshold of the gates when someone spots you and shouts “that’s her!”.

Everything’s a blur from that moment. With a frenzy of people shouting “Princess!”, a crowd of students swarm you in seconds, phones and cameras are flying in front of your face as they all take pictures and videos. You feel nauseous from being elbowed and shoved in the midst of the unfolding chaos. However, just when you think your about to spew your guts from the motion sickness, you feel a pair of hands find your waist and clutch onto you, wrapping you into the taller frame of your saviour and using their body as a shield until you’re safely out of the crowd.

“Follow me.” Your saviour moves you away from their hold, clutching onto your hand and forcing you to run as you’re dragged along behind them to a place of refuge. You’re pulled into the main building and twisted through the narrow corridors until there’s no one on your tail.

It’s not until you’re hidden inside a janitors closet that you’re able to look at the person before you and realise it’s Jisung.

“How do they know!” You rush back into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and burying your face. Jisung is winded a little from the impact, tumbling a few steps back with you before he regains his balance.

“It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok.” He whispers into the top of your head, fluttering his eyes shut as he inhales the floral scent of your freshly washed hair.

Of course, Jisung has no idea how your secret had gotten out, or what to do next. All he knows right now is how perfectly you fit in his arms and how much he wants to protect you.

“I want you to know, it wasn’t me.” You pull away from Jisung, peering into his worried eyes. You’d never once doubted it would have come from him and there’s nothing more in the world you want right now than to let him know that. Cupping his cheek, you brush your thumb over his soft skin.

“I’d never even consider that being a possibility.” You soothe.

Jisung drinks in every drop of affection you give him as though he’d been traversing the desert for days on end without water. Knowing you never could have accused him rehydrates him and makes his heart feel like it could burst.

“It wasn’t Chenle either. I was with him all evening after his baseball game.”

“I don’t doubt him either.” You reassure. “This feels bigger than just some school gossip.”

-

After cooling down in the janitors closet for a while, you’d managed to sneak out and into your first few classes of the day without too many people bombarding you. Your principle had made an announcement to not cause another commotion and all staff were on patrol during lesson changeovers and breaks.

“Wait, (Y/N)!” You turn to find Chenle forcing his way to the front of the cohort of students following you, instantly linking his arm with yours as you continue to uncomfortably make your way to class surrounded by your new admirers. “You’re an overnight sensation!” He beams, loving the attention on you both.

“Tell me about it…” you mumble, juxtaposing Chenle in every way. Unlike your friend, you’re not made for the limelight. You don’t like all the attention on you. Not now, not ever.

This was one of your biggest fears about people finding out you’re a Princess.

“So, you’ll be my special celebrity guest on Talking with Chenle this Saturday, won’t you?”

Your mouth gapes, finally making eye contact with him and ready to outright refuse. Until, you see how hopeful he looks.

Damn it. There’s no way you can turn him down.

“Sure…” you sigh, unable to hide the small smile that forces its way onto your face when he jumps in excitement.

“You’re awesome!”

-

“(Y/N)!”

You’re just closing your locker when you hear your name, your heart picking up pace from the unmistakeable voice of your caller.

Spinning around, you find none other than Jaemin, smiling at you with his signature smile and staring at you with those heart melting eyes.

“How are you holding up? Been a bit of a crazy day…” He leans one arm on the locker beside you, standing so close you can smell his earthy cologne.

“Just a bit.” You giggle sweetly.

It’s amazing how Jaemin can have such an affect on you. One word and your mind has gone to putty and you’ve forgotten how to act like a normal person.

“Well, I just wanted to apologise for Nina this morning…”

“Huh?” You furrow your brows, feeling yourself come back down to earth.

“She was the one who shouted when you entered the gates and made everyone swarm you?” Jaemin’s tone comes out unsure, not realising that you weren’t aware when you let out a light “oh.”

“I just wanted to let you know that I do not condone that at all. In fact, I broke up with her because of it.”

“You did?” You gush, surprise written all over your face.

…and you’re off in space again.

“Yeah, it was totally not cool.” Jaemin nods. “Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the end of school beach party with me this Saturday?”

Oh my gosh! Na Jaemin just asked you out!

“Yes!” You blurt. “I-uh I mean, yeah” you swallow, “sounds cool.”

“Cool.” His smile reaches his eyes. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

You watch dreamily as Jaemin walks away to join his group of friends at their lunch table. You’re only pulled back into reality when you spot Jisung perched on the edge of the fountain across the courtyard.

“Guess who just asked me to go with him to the beach party this Saturday!” You park yourself next to Jisung on the ledge of the fountain. “Jaemin!” You squeal your answer when Jisung simply raises an inquisitive brow at you.

“But, what about seeing my band practice?” Jisung tries to not sound depleted.

“Well, I was hoping we could reschedule? I just, I’ve been wanting to go out with Jaemin since forever and you’ll have other band practices, right?”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Jisung forces a smile, feeling himself deflate the second you’ve squeezed him in a tight hug before skipping off to get some lunch.

His attention flickers over to the table where Jaemin sits. How could Jisung ever compare? He’d always felt you were unattainable to him because of how he was too shy to express his feelings. And that was before your new look and title. But now? He has no shot.

You’re a Princess for goodness sake. You belong with the most popular guy in school. Not a shy keyboard player in a band that sings in the local garage like him…

-

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” Your grandmother rushes to you as you arrive for your ‘Princess lesson’ of the day. She takes you by your shoulders and peers at you intently.

“Now,” she exhales a deep breath. “We’ve got the press under control with the looming promise of the annual independence ball, so long as they keep a little distance for now.”

You nod in understanding.

You were honestly a little nervous about seeing your grandmother this evening. You’d been worrying about her reaction to this all getting out, even though she is calm and has dealt with an unimaginable amount of trials and tribulations during her many years of reign. She is also strong willed and has made it clear to you that - even though you have yet to make the choice to accept your title and duty - the expectation of this trial period would be as though this is your future.

“And we’ve found that the leak was from the stylist we’d hired.”

There’s more relief in knowing your Grandmother knows it hadn’t come from you than there is from the culprit being found out.

“And we’ve got him doing a formal apology to the press this evening.”

-

Saturday rolls around quickly and before you know it, you’re on your way to the beach party for your date with Jaemin. Everyone who’s anyone is there; dancing, sunbathing or cooling off in the ocean as the sun begins to set.

You feel a little awkward as you walk down the beach to join the other party-goers. It seems like it’s well underway already and you’re not typically one to mix with the crowd in attendance.

“Welcome to paradise.” You almost jump out of your skin upon hearing Jaemin’s voice from your side. You had been so engrossed in your awe of the scene in front of you, you didn’t notice he’d walked over. “I got you a drink.”

You accept the plastic cup, your fingers brushing accidentally with his. Chuckling a flustered thanks before taking a sip, you try not to be affected by his amused grin. He thinks you’re so adorable. How had you been kept so hidden before?

“C’mon.” You feel Jaemin’s hand slip into yours, gently tugging you along with him to head further into the crowd…

“Hello, welcome to Talking with Chenle.” Chenle professionally introduces when his fellow producer Mark signals they are live. “On todays show, we have a special interview with the newfound Princess and close friend of mine, (Y/N).” Mark hits the applause button.

“But, before our main guest’s appearance, we have a short segment on the upcoming senior class projects, presented by our very own Mark.”

Mark jumps in with his pre-written script, listing out the upcoming events for the semester. Meanwhile, Chenle checks his phone to see if you’ve tried to contact him about your whereabouts. Nothing. You should have been here 30 minutes ago…

Back at the beach party, you’re having the time of your life dancing with Jaemin. Uncontrollable laughter tumbling from your lips as he takes your hand and spins you around.

“Who knew you were such a good dancer?” You teasingly glance up at Jaemin as he leads you out of the crowd of dancers and to the side for some much needed air, your hand still firmly in his.

“Well, who knew you would make such a great dance partner.” He praises back, succeeding in making you flustered.

You cast a shy glance up at him through your lashes, still unable to believe that this is reality. You really are here with Jaemin, hand in hand in front of everyone. You feel like you should pinch yourself, just to double check your not dreaming all of this.

That is, until reality comes crashing down in a burning rage. What you’d simply brushed off as a plane flying above you, turned out to be a helicopter filled with paparazzi. It lowers, the wind from the propeller cutting off the party and almost knocking everyone off their feet as multiple cameras flash at you, trying their best to get a good snapshot.

You panic, a million questions buzzing around your mind. What should you do? How do you get away? But most of all, how did they know you’d be here?

“Quick, follow me!” Jaemin pulls you, both of you running towards the lifeguard shack at the back of the beach.

Once inside, Jaemin bolts the door shut and silence and darkness settle around you.

“I’m so sorry.” You plant your face into your hands as you fall into the chair behind you. Being chased by paparazzi - all shouting Princess at you - was not a part of your imagined date with Jaemin. And it’s mortifying to know that’s the reality.

“Hey.” You hear him whisper, his larger hands coercing yours away from your face. In the time you’ve been wallowing, Jaemin had made his way over to you and knelt down to your level so the first thing you see are his eyes and the way they catch the moonlight that filters in through the crack in the curtain covered window. “It’s not your fault.”

His sincerity mesmerises you and washes away your humiliation. How does he do it? How does he seem to know the exact right thing to say?

Meanwhile, Chenle’s radio show is crashing and burning live on air. The last forty-five minutes have been filled with Marks terrible jokes and ramblings and it’s all because of you.

“Alright, I’m off.” Chenle sounds defeated, taking off his headphones and making a stand from his chair the second the ‘live’ light goes dim.

Mark doesn’t respond, nodding his understanding as he watches his friend walk away. He knows it’s not his fault. Heck, Mark did everything he could to act on the spot and make the best out of the shit situation. Chenle is grateful for Marks loyalty and perseverance.

But damn, he still wishes you’d showed… they both do.

“Ok, I think they’ve given up.” Jaemin asserts, peaking through the curtain to find a dark and empty seeming beach. The relief that fills you has you following Jaemin out of the lifeguard shack without thought.

“Thank you for sticking by me, it means a lot.” You timidly smile at Jaemin, allowing him to take your hand in his as you begin to walk up the beach.

Before you have time to register, a bright flash snaps in front of you, the momentary blindness giving time for multiple lurking paparazzi to spring out from their hiding places and surround you both.

“Princess! Who’s your date?”

“Is this your boyfriend?”

“Princess, give him a kiss!”

The crowd shout as you panic, looking around to try and find an escape route.

You spot a slither in the sea of bodies and pull on Jaemin’s hand, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he complies to the crazy demands of the privacy invading press and scoops your body into his. His lean arms make your desperation to get away worthless and before you know it, he’s cupped your cheek and forced you to look at him.

With one final deer-in-the-headlights look at him, Jaemin crashes his lips to yours.

It takes you a few seconds to register what he’s doing, before you muster up the strength to shove him away and force yourself out of the circle.

You can’t believe he just did that.

-

“It’s really not that bad.” Jisung tries to console you.

You’re flopped over the table, head in your arms as you try to block out every piece of reality. After Saturday’s kiss fiasco, the picture had been posted everywhere. There was no escaping the horrifying image of your first kiss with Jaemin. No less because you’d always dreamt your first kiss with Jaemin would be magical, like something out of a fairytale. And while you may be a Princess, this feels nothing close to those magical Disney princess movies you adored so much growing up.

For starters, where is your fairy godmother? You could really use one of those right about now…

He can’t lie, Jisung’s a little heartbroken seeing the picture of you kissing someone else posted everywhere. He’s upset for you, knowing how much you hate the situation. But, selfishly, he’s more gutted for himself. That should be him in Jaemin’s place. In fact, if he’d been lucky enough to kiss you, the image wouldn’t have existed because he never would have done it in front of the cameras. Knowing that Jaemin used you to get his 15 minutes of fame angers him too. The first time he saw the picture online, his fists had clenched so tightly from the rage that bubbled up in his stomach his nails had left little crescent moons in his palms. And yet, he can’t bring himself to not look at the grainy image.

“Not that bad?” You retort. “Any hope I had of being Princess has gone down the drain.” You begin to sob.

“What’s my grandmother going to say?”

Jisung doesn’t realise how stern his face had been until he finally looks away from the picture to find your eyes peaking out from their hiding spot. His gaze softens in a heartbeat, his hand reaching out to instinctively rub your back.

From your peripheral, you recognise the group passing by and tear your gaze away from Jisung’s to find Jaemin and his friends snickering as they walk past.

“Hey (Y/N), great kiss.” Jaemin puckers his lips mockingly.

You’re not sure what hurts you more, having reality shred the mask to uncover his true, obnoxious personality to you or knowing how many years you spent pining over someone so shallow.

“Ugh.” You bury your face back into the safety of your arms, blocking out all daylight and - you hope - reality.

-

After a lot of pep-talk from Jisung, he finally managed to coax you into going to your next class. But it’s not until final period, when see Chenle enter the classroom, that you realise you hadn’t seen or heard from him since last week. You send him a smile when he makes eye contact, feeling confused when he frowns back before taking a seat on the opposite end of the room.

You find yourself casting glances in his direction throughout the class, hoping to catch him looking over at you at least once. But nothing. Not even a peep is sent your way.

“Chenle,” you chase after him. Barely five seconds after your teacher had dismissed class, Chenle had been out of the door and down the corridor. You’d had to sprint through the throngs of students just to get to him before he got out of the building. “Why’d you not sit with me?”

But your question is met with the biggest eye roll you’ve ever seen as Chenle continues to make his way out of the school grounds.

“Did I do something?” You press.

“Did you do something?” Chenle fires back at you, narrowing his eyes vehemently. “Try what you didn’t do!”

You’re dumbstruck.

“I have no ide-”

“My radio show Saturday?” Chenle sasses. Thank goodness you’re down the street by the time Chenle finally stops walking and begins exploding on you. “I had to listen to Marks lame jokes for an hour.”

“Oh my god! I’m so unbelievably sorry.” Your eyes go wide, mortified at how you’d completely forgotten about being Chenle’s guest. “I’ll make it up to you next time, I swear!”

“There won’t be a next time.” Chenle scoffs, turning away once again. “Oh,” he stops himself to mention one last thing. “and, just so you know, just because you a Princess now, doesn’t mean the only thing that matters is you.”

-

“Hey Sungs.” You mournfully approach where Jisung finishes polishing your car. The garage is oddly quiet, no music or clatter sounding in the usually busy space. No. Instead, it seems like it’s just you and Jisung here. “Thank you for taking such good care of my baby.”

“No problem.” Jisung sends you a half-smile as he hands over the keys. “She’s all yours.”

“You don’t know how much this means to me.” You warmly smile, but feel your mood drop when he doesn’t reciprocate like he usually does. There’s a silence that fills the space between you. You’ve never felt so awkward with Jisung before.

“Well… I better get going…” you try not to sound too deflated, jangling your keys in the air as you go to open your car door.

You watch as Jisung takes a step back from the car, his hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets as he wordlessly watches you.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You timidly look at Jisung, stopping yourself from clutching the car door handle in front of you. “You don’t think I think the only thing that matters is me, right?”

There’s a timidity to your tone that makes Jisung gulp. He knows all about the argument because Chenle had ranted down the phone to him for a hour after school and he can tell Chenle’s words have gotten to you. At the same time, however, he feels a little dumbfounded that you seem to only realise this now, after you’d had someone shout it in your face. It’s even more ironic you only ask Jisung of his thoughts when you are just about to take the finished car home. The very one that you’ve been stringing him along with for weeks. He knows he has to be honest with you.

“There were times when I would say I agree, yes.” Jisung nods. “I mean, you dropped me for Jaemin in a heartbeat and he’d never once given you the time of day before your Princess glow-up.”

“Right. I really should go…” you voice comes out hoarse. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jisung feels terrible as you spare no more time getting into your car and starting the engine. It revs to life and roars as you drive away, leaving him alone once again. But the it sinks in how much you’d made him feel used. You’d chosen to walk away from the truth when you’d asked him for it. And Jisung can’t help but feel disappointed.

-

Walking through the halls the next day you feel so insecure. Groups of students stop their conversation to stare at you as you pass, their expressions unreadable, leaving you unable to tell if they are judging you or just fascinated.

Reaching your locker in the courtyard, your eyes light up in hope upon seeing Chenle a few doors down at his locker. You watch him until he notices you, forcing a meek smile his direction when he does. But instead of him smiling back and making his way over to you, he frowns and slams his locker shut before walking the opposite direction.

You self-consciously peer around, hoping no one had witnessed that rejection and your eyes light up when you spot Jisung.

“Jisung!” You call as he walks past. But he doesn’t even acknowledge you. Instead, he picks up his pace and your eyes follow him as he catches up with Chenle. You turn back to focus on getting the right books out of your locker, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill.

How had you managed to mess up so bad that your friends won’t even acknowledge you…

With tears still in your eyes, you enter your next class with your head hanging low. You can’t bear to look up and see your two friends, knowing they won’t speak to you. Instead, you rush to the back of the room and take the seat furthest in the corner.

But when you do eventually look up towards the front of the classroom, you catch Jisung glancing your way. He turns back to face the front a split second after. But there’s as hope that flows through you from catching the longing in his expression.

Maybe there’s still a way to win them back.

-

It’s taken a few days to figure out, but you think you know how to get your friends to forgive you. Starting with Chenle.

First you have to sneak up on him so he doesn’t get away when you try to talk to him, which from his avoidance of you the past week, has proven more challenging than you thought. But you do manage to corner him in class as everyone leaves for lunch.

“Chenle, I want to make it up to you.” You plea. “I just want everything to be right between us again.” While you’ve technically been successful in talking to him, he’s still refusing to look at you. “Tell me what I can do…”

This piques his interest.

“Stop being a Princess.” He flatly states. If only he knew…

That was actually something you’d been working on, deciding days ago that you don’t think you’re cut out for accepting royal duty as a Princess. You’ve already spoken to your grandmother about this and, despite her reluctance and assurance that you would be more than capable for the role, you’d come to a mutual agreement to make no public announce until the evening of the ball.

You wish you could tell Chenle, but you can’t break your promise to your grandmother. You’re done breaking promises you’ve made.

“Well, I was thinking more along the lines of attending the independence ball this Saturday?” You send him a hopeful beam.

You take his blank expression and lack of a quick response as a good sign and continue to persuade.

“It’s invitation only…”

Chenle sighs. Damn him and his weakness for exclusivity. Plus, he’s always wanted to go to a ball and he doesn’t know when he’ll get this type of opportunity again.

“Fine!” He caves. “You’re forgiven.”

You squeal, jumping into him to squeeze him in a hug. You feel his chest vibrate with laughter and look up to finally see him smiling.

“I missed you.” You gush as you pull away and begin walking down the hallway together.

“I know.” Chenle laughs heartily when you shove him and roll your eyes.

You finally feel like you’re on the right track. If you can get Chenle to forgive you, then you’re pretty certain Jisung will too. Now you just need to find him.

-

“Wassup bro.” Chenle greets Mark as you join his table for lunch. You’re familiar with Mark because he helps Chenle out with his radio show and you’ve always found him really bubbly and sweet on the few occasions you’ve spoken.

“Sup guys.” Mark greets you both warmly. “I see you’re back on speaking terms.”

“Yep.” Chenle responds through a mouthful of food.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about all of that.” You grimace towards Mark. “But I heard you’re on your way to becoming a comedic genius.”

“I think I’m good with sticking to the pre-scripted topics.” Mark laughs loudly.

“Oh, hey Jisung!” Chenle’s sudden shout almost makes you jump out of your skin.

You turn your attention to where Chenle looks to find Jisung casting an embarrassed side glance over to your table while trying to continue his conversation with one of his band mates Renjun.

You don’t really know Renjun, other than what you’ve observed. Even though he’s part of Jaemin’s popular group, he seems like a nice guy and there’s always been a part of you that’s been curious to know how he ended up with friends like Jaemin, Jeno and Donghyuck. All so loud and attention loving in comparison.

You watch as he bids Renjun goodbye and approaches, stuffing his hands into his pockets once he’s reached your table. It’s clear he doesn’t want to hang around…

“Aren’t you gonna join us for lunch?” Chenle snickers at his friend, his tone mocking at the way Jisung acts so hesitant.

“Actually, I-uh have,” Jisung gulps. “I have last minute band practice.”

“But you just said goodbye to Renjun?” Mark furrows his brows.

“Gotta go!” Jisung takes off as quickly as he can. He doesn’t look back when he hears you call after him, instead only ducking his head lower and picking up more speed. You have to run to catch him. Damn him and his long legs. You hate running.

“Jisung.” You pant, catching him by the arm and using all of your body weight to slow him down. He lets out a defeated sigh as he stops, knowing there’s no escaping having to talk to you now. “Please talk to me…” you beg, pleading with the best, saddest puppy eyes you can muster.

“What is there to say?” His voice comes of quieter than he wanted it to. He’s so hurt and upset with you and he wants to be able to express that. He usually can when it’s towards other people. But when it’s you on the receiving end, there’s just something that stops him. No matter how much you broke his heart.

“Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have run away from what you’d said.”

Theres something in your words that makes him wake up and finally realise that he’s been running away too. Not just now. But for way too long. Jisung’s been running away from telling you how he really feels about you. For so long he’s talked himself into waiting for you to fall in love with him, to wake up and finally see that the person you should be with has been by your side the whole time. His feelings have been repressed and he’s forced himself to be invisible for too long. But he’s done with that now.

“Sungs, are you ok?” He blinks back into reality, not having realised he’d gotten caught up in overthinking for too long.

You watch him, wide eyed as he stands up straighter, determination written across his face.

“Actually, I have something I need to say.”

You nod, waiting intently.

“I’ve been an idiot for too long.” And… you’re confused. “I’ve let you walk all over me for years because I’ve been so in love with you.”

“Heck,” Jisung laughs at himself. “I even let you off when you ditched me for Jaemin because I kept telling myself that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

You feel your heart break knowing Jisung had been putting himself down like that. Any and every emotion courses through you as you try your best to take in the weight of his words.

“I-” you begin, but Jisung cuts you off before you have a chance to say anymore.

“I know you don’t feel the same… it’s ok.” Jisung forces a smile. “I just need some time apart.”

You feel like you’re suffocating, unable to voice anything as you watch Jisung walk away. Chocking on sobs as the weight of the world hits you like a ton of bricks.

You just wished you’d realised sooner. Because if you had, then maybe you wouldn’t have lost your best friend, you wouldn’t have hurt him for so long and maybe you wouldn’t have had your heart smashed to pieces like you just have.

-

“Can’t you just have someone do the speech for me?” Your voice is muted by the duvet that you insist to remain under. Your mom perched on the side of your bed as she encourages you to at least go downstairs to eat something.

It’s the morning of the annual independence ball and you’ve not left your bed since you’d gotten home the day before.

You’d had many home truths and realisations from Jisung yesterday. But cocooning yourself inside your duvet has really helped you process a lot. Like the fact that you love Jisung too… and not in just a platonic way. He’s always been there for you and you’ve taken that for granted.

You’ve been so dumb to your feelings for so long, brushing infatuation off as excitement or just that you really care for Jisung, when reality is that your heart doesn’t flip every time he smiles just because he’s your best friend. It flips every time he smiles because his smile is one of your favourite things in the world. It eases your worries and brightens your day.

Just being around Jisung makes you feel like everything’s going to be ok. He’s always so supportive and soft-natured. He takes care of you not because he’s a good friend but because he loves you.

You know that if he were to be here today, you’d be able to get through your speech this evening, facing crowds of people and answering to them why you are abdicating your royal duties. With Jisung by your side, you can get through anything.

Without him you’re lost.

Similarly, Jisung has been trying to drown out reality since he confessed to you by focusing all of his energy on his band practice and fixing up cars. He went straight from school to the garage and worked through the night to try and get his mind off of you.

Which is why he jolts awake to Chenle shouting in his ear for him to “wake up!”

“Why!” He cries, rubbing his sore neck from the poor posture of his sleep on the couch by his band’s equipment.

“You seriously slept here last night?” Chenle doesn’t hold back any judgment, raising his brow at Jisung as he grumbles out unintelligible remarks under his breath.

“I get you’re heart broken or whatever, but that doesn’t mean you should give up now.”

“Well, what else should I do?” Jisung, still sat in the chair he’d slept in, sulks like a child.

“Uh, I don’t know, go after her?” Chenle retorts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“But she doesn’t feel the same, I’d just be making a fool of myself…”

Chenle scoffs. How does he not see it?

“Of course (Y/N) feels the same. It’s so obvious.” Chenle leans down to place his hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Trust me. I’ve had to watch you both almost every day for years.”

He’s not joking. He really has. All the times he’s rolled his eyes at the way you both act so soppy towards the other. You’ve both been too wrapped up in either convincing yourself that you have no shot, or mistaking your feelings to notice.

Jisung springs to his feet. With the way Chenle remains so serious, he knows he must be telling the truth.

“I need to win her back!”

-

You frantically pack, shoving everything you can into your bag before anyone catches on to what your about to do. You feel so hopeless, like a complete failure and you know you can’t face the crowd of influential people and reporters to decline your role of Princess. So you’re running away.

You’d managed to convince your grandmother to not send a limo because your mom wanted to take you to your first ball. And you’d also lied to your mom, telling her that your grandmother had organised a limo to pick you up.

As soon as your mom had left, the race against time had begun and you’d been flying around your room packing.

You pick up the embossed faux-leather diary your grandmother had gifted you when you’d first met and found out you were a Princess, stilling when it slips from your grasp and falls open to reveal a letter that had been tucked in between the pages.

Carefully picking it up and unfolding it, you realise it’s from your father before he passed away.

His heartfelt words bring tears to your eyes as he expresses all the love he has for you and his country as soon to be King. But the final line strikes something within you that makes you rethink everything you had planned to do.

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be travelling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

-

Helping Jisung come up with a plan to win you back is easy for Chenle. With the independence ball being that evening, nothing could be more perfect than Jisung turning up, declaring his love and sweeping you off your feet. Just like a true Prince. So he’d offered the plus 1 you’d given him to Jisung.

Waiting in the grand hall for your arrival feels like an eternity. Everyone seems to be here except you.

“Have either of you seen (Y/N)?” Your mom rushes up to Chenle and Jisung in a slight panic. Both of them shrug, shaking their heads no in response. “She told me a limo was picking her up, but apparently she told her grandmother I was bringing her.”

Shit. There’s something in Jisung that springs into action upon the possibility that you could be in danger.

“Stall until I get back.” Jisung directs Chenle.

“Where are you going?!” Chenle shouts back, but it’s too late. Jisung’s already run off.

“Oh no no no…” you whine as your car conks out, the heavens pouring down on you and pooling in your hatch-back. “Is this what I get for messing everything up!” You shout at the sky, flopping back into your seat and sobbing your heart out.

You don’t blame the universe for this payback. You deserve it after all your selfishness. But you have been trying to make amends, to right all of your wrongs. You have every intention to go to the independence ball to share your decision in person. It’s the least your families country deserve. It’s the least your family deserve. But, right now, you’re failing. Failing at getting to the ball on time just like you failed at making amends with Jisung.

Gosh, even when you’re trying to do something else it’s still seems to end up on Jisung…

Just as you’re giving up all hope, a car horn jolts you up in your seat with a gasp. The headlights blind you momentarily as they round the corner, until the car has stopped beside you.

“Need a ride, Princess?” Your mouth hangs agape as the window rolls down to reveal Jisung in the drivers seat.

Although you can only see the top half of him, you’re heart summersaults from his attire. There he is, coming to your rescue, dressed in a black tuxedo and bow tie. He looks just like Prince Charming.

“How did you find me?” You remain in your car, unable to move from the shock… and the cold. You look like a drowned rat as the storm continues to shower down on you.

By this point, Jisung had gotten out of his car, into the pouring rain and rushed over to help lift you out of your vehicle to transfer you into the warmth and shelter of his own.

“Lucky guess.” He smirks from the drivers seat, twisting the keys and bringing the car to life again, before racing through the dark deserted streets.

You watch him from the passenger seat as he remains focused on the road, mesmerised by the steady focus of his eyes and his tight jaw, the way his hair - now wet from your rescue - drips little droplets of water onto his forehead and nose, down his cheeks to his perfectly plump lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You’re caught off guard by his question as it breaks the silence that had settled. You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring that long, or the fact he’d noticed.

“I was… just looking.” You blush, turning to look out your window. You’re just thankful it’s dark right now.

A few seconds go by and you begin to recognise the street just as the car pulls into your grandmothers driveway and stops at the entrance.

“Wait!” You clutch onto Jisung’s arm as he goes to open his door. He freezes from the touch before slowly twisting back to look at you. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“It was no problem.” Jisung sends you a tight lipped smile.

“No. I mean, thank you for always being there for me.” You elaborate, moving your grip down his arm until you get to his hand, entangling your fingers with his. “For loving me.”

Jisung’s breath hitches. He’s not sure what to say. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of his lungs. And the way you continue to stare at him makes him feel so warm and fuzzy and loved.

“(Y/N), I-”

“I know you said you wanted space.” You cut him off. “But I’m so lost without you.”

“Why me?” He whispers.

You slowly reach up to cup his cheek, drawing him in closer and closer until your noses touch. Your eyes flutter shut as you breathe in his signature piney scent. The familiarity makes you feel like you’ve arrived back home and gives you the courage to utter your next words ever so breathily.

“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

The next thing you know, Jisung’s lips are smashed against yours. You’re unsure which of you initiated it, not having had your eyes open in fear of his rejection. His lips are just as soft as you’d imagined they’ve be and you feel yourself unable to suppress the smile that explodes across your face, causing Jisung to smile into the kiss too.

Everything seems to fall into place again. Who knew kissing your best friend could feel so right?

Pulling apart breathlessly, you both continue to smile at each other, idiotically in love.

“We really should get inside and put Chenle out of his misery.” Jisung chuckles, only imagining the chaos he’s cause by trying to stall.

“I guess…” you trail off, sending Jisung a sheepish smirk. He knows exactly what you’re thinking. “…Or we could kiss some more?”

“We can do that later. But first, you have to tell your country you will be their Princess.”

~ bonus ~

“How’s my baby?” Jisung rolls his eyes.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He deadpans, failing to hide the blush that tinges his cheeks from the way you smirk at him.

You know he loves it really.

“But it’s cute!” You continue to tease, laughing as you speak.

“Whatever you say Princess.”

[inadaydream99]

Kiss Me, Kiss Me

Mix of established relationship and friends to lovers, very fluffy

A/N - it’s basically just mini snippets of scenarios about kissing each of the members, because why not! It’s been a while since I last posted!

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life!

S.coups

“Hey!” Seungcheol shouts after you, following the trail of your elated laughter. He can’t believe you’ve just rejected his attempt to kiss you. The betrayal.

It’s not until you’re cornered, sandwiched between the wall and your boyfriend that you begin to quieten down.

“Not so funny now, is it?” You watch as Seungcheol smirks down at you, mesmerised by the way his tongue slowly swipes across his bottom lip. You gulp, shaking your head no.

“Then I think you should explain why you wouldn’t kiss me just then.”

You suck your bottom lip between your teeth, only releasing it when your boyfriends hand gently cups under your chin and uses his thumb to untuck your lip.

“I’m sorry?” You try to appease him with a pleading smile, gasping when he dips his head into the sensitive skin where your jaw meets your neck and chuckles. You really shouldn’t have rejected one of his kisses.

Jeonghan

“You kissed Joshua!” Jeonghan’s voice reverberates off the walls, making you wince. “When?”

“It was years ago and it meant nothing.” You try to keep your voice soft, encouraging your friend to match your volume.

You understand his reaction, the confession seeming to have come out of nowhere. If you count nowhere as playing a lighthearted game of sharing secrets with your best friend.

You watch Jeonghan for a few silent seconds as he seems to take in your answer and swirl it around his mind.

“So,” a coy look overtakes his expression, “would you kiss me?”

“Absolutely not!” You answer a little too quickly for your friends liking, earning an overly dramatic gasp in offence.

“Why!” He whines.

“Because…” you trail off, wondering how the best way to go about this should be, not just for Jeonghan, but for your own sanity too.

It’s not like you’re repulsed by him, not even close. It’s more that you’ve always felt a certain way about Jeonghan. He’s pretty much your dream man and you’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss him more times than you’d like to admit. But there’s no way you can tell him that.

“(Y/N), seriously?” You blink back into focus, realising that you’d definitely kept him waiting too long for an answer. “You’d happily kiss Joshua but not me?”

You roll your eyes upon hearing him go into his dramatically sassy defence. You know there’s not really anything you can say that will make him quit nagging you about it for an eternity. So you decide to show him instead, cutting him off mid-rant by pressing your lips to his.

Joshua

Was he getting a kick out of this? One hundred percent.

Sometimes it feels like your relationship with Joshua is just him trying to annoy you beyond belief and then giving you cuddles until you forgive him. But right now, you’re so beyond done with his smothering that he can shove his offer of make up cuddles in the trash.

“Baby, just one teeny tiny little kiss… please…”

“But I’m trying to focus.” You refuse to look at your boyfriend. It’s the best you can do to get your point across when he’s already holding you hostage in a back hug.

“Just one verrrrrryyyy small one?” He tries to lean around to catch a glimpse of your face.

“Dude no!” Your voice sounds way louder than you intend and guilt immediately overwhelms you when you feel your boyfriend finally quiet down and detach from you.

The silence that follows is painful and the loss of your boyfriend sized hot water bottle makes you shiver from the cold. You regret letting your bad mood get the better of you…

“Joshi, I’m sorry…” you sigh, perching on the edge of the sofa where you boyfriend has retreated too.

He looks at you, maintaining eye contact for a moment before opening his arms and wordlessly inviting you in for a hug. You let out the breath you’d been holding in relief, snuggling into his embrace and burying your face into his chest.

“And a kiss?” You shyly lift your head to peek at his reaction, unable to stop the giggle that erupts as he simply puckers his lips.

Jun

“You better stop that right now, I’m serious.” Jun deadpans you, his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist to stop you from putting any more space between you.

A bets a bet and you undeniably lost. So while your boyfriend has been trying to make you pay up for the last few minutes, you’ve been trying to stall.

The forfeit for the looser isn’t even bad. All you have to do is admit that Jun is better than you and then kiss him. But you’ve decided that you want him to beg you for it first.

“Hi serious.” You smirk, coyly looking up at him through your lashes. “You know, you look like a grumpy version of my boyfriend.”

You have to physically bite down on your bottom lip to stop your laughter when Jun rolls his eyes at your childish joke.

“Well maybe that’s because you’re acting like a sore looser?” The sarcasm drips off his words so condescendingly and you couldn’t be more pleased with yourself at successfully riling him up so easily.

“Or you’re a sore winner!” You squeak as you manage to wrangle your wrist free from his grasp and sprint away, giggling like a child when you look over your shoulder to find him chasing after you.

“(Y/N)! You better get back here and kiss me!”

Hoshi

“You do realise I’m still mad at you, right?” You raise a brow at your friend and his failing attempt to get you to forgive him.

“But I said I was sorry like a hundred times!” Soonyoung exasperatedly throws his hands in the air.

“But sorry doesn’t make the bite mark on my arm just magically disappear.” You counteract. “Do you realise how much teasing I’ve had to endure from everyone because of it?” Soonyoung shakes his head “no” in response. You’re just thankful that no one has clocked onto the fact that is was Soonyoung who gave you the mark.

You admit, you love everything about your best friend. His loudness, his sometimes child-like ways of annoying you, even his never ending amounts of energy. Everything except his persistent tiger agenda when he takes it too far; just like when he accidentally bit your arm last week trying to prove he was a real tiger.

“Trust me, Mingyu has been bugging me non-stop trying to find out who did it.” You cringe.

“What if I kiss it better?” Your eyebrows raise in shock. But Soonyoung seems serious about his offer.

“That’s not really going to do much though…” you shyly hesitate.

“Well, how about this?”

Soongyoung smashes his lips into yours just as you open your mouth to ask him what he means and you’re instantly hooked. Maybe a kiss really does make it better…

Wonwoo

Heavy panting and heated breaths fill the otherwise quiet room. You’d only pulled apart from Wonwoo just a second ago and yet you already miss the velvety soft feeling of his lips against yours and as your gaze trails up from his lips you find his eyes waiting for you. His expression is unreadable, but calm, and it somehow makes you feel comforted and nervous at the same time.

“You’re so desperate.” His sudden smile and his low chuckle as he shakes his head catch you off guard. All these months secretly getting closer and you’re still unable to read him.

“Says the one who pounced on me when he arrived.” You mutter, but you know Wonwoo heard you loud and clear. He wouldn’t be smirking at you like that if he hadn’t.

“Says the one who’s drooling over me right now.” He cocks a brow at you. Check and mate. He knows you too well.

“Oh,” you scoff, “and you’re not just as whipped?” You fold your arms defensively across your chest. They’re only there for a few seconds before Wonwoo has taken a step closer to you and you watch as his hands reach out to unfold your arms, guiding your palms to press flush against the soft cotton t-shirt that covers his toned chest.

“Maybe I am,” Wonwoo begins, leaning down as you feel one hand fall to your waist. “Maybe I’m not…” he finishes coyly, his other hand cupping your cheek before he smashes his lips back onto yours.

Woozi

Why you’re in a bad mood is beyond Jihoon. But there you are, sat up in bed, with the grumpiest face as you scroll through your phone.

“So, are we gonna talk about what’s annoyed you?” Your boyfriend tries to start a casual conversation as he climbs into bed beside you. You can feel him watching you, waiting for an answer. You scoff.

“Seriously?” You sassily side-eye him. How could he not know?! You roll your eyes when you notice the perplexed expression on his face, realising you’re going to have to spell it out for him. “We had reservations at that new place down town and you forgot.”

You watch as Jihoon’s eyes grow wide, a small “oh” falling past his lips as the realisation dawns on him. And now your grumpiness and how you dodged his kiss when he arrived home earlier make a lot of sense…

“Babe, I’m so sorry.” He begins. “I have no excuse for forgetting, but work has been so busy lately and we just got some lyrics sent back with like a billion changes needed and I-”

Before he has time to continue rambling, you press your lips against his, shutting him up. Relief washes over both of you as you fall into sync. It’s clear your boyfriend didn’t stand you up on purpose, and you feel guilty for shutting him out for it.

“It’s ok.” You whisper, pulling apart breathlessly to let him know all is forgiven. “Just don’t stop kissing me.” You manage before your lips smash back into his.

Dk

“Have you ever thought what it would be like if we kissed?”

Seokmin pouts upon witnessing the bubbles of laughter that immediately tumble past your lips. But despite his serious expression, you can see the difficulty your friend has trying to keep his smile from braking out across his face. He wanted this to be a serious conversation, not melting at the way your eyes gleam in happiness while you make light of his words.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” Seokmin manages to keep his voice calm and controlled, unlike the way his heart races in his chest.

“I promised I wouldn’t laugh at you. Which I’m not.” He sighs at your rebuttal. “You just made me nervous…”

“I made you nervous?” His eyes go wide. Although it’s more surprising to you how he had clearly not considered that voicing his thoughts about you kissing each other wouldn’t possibly catch you off guard.

“Obviously.” you tease, “It’s not everyday your best friend randomly tells you they want to kiss you.”

“I asked if you’ve ever thought about it.” Seokmin rolls his eyes, trying his best to suppress the way his stomach summersaults at your blatantly flirty teasing.

“So you’re saying you don’t want to kiss me then?” You pester back within half a second.

“Of course I do!” Seokmin confesses frustratedly, not realising what he’s said out loud until he hears your next challenge to him.

“Well, do it then.”

Mingyu

He’d been alone all day. Waiting. And so that’s why you find him sulking. Your plan from the morning had really backfired on you. And by the evening, no longer were you the one avoiding his kisses and affection. Oh how the tables have turned. Now you can’t seem to get your boyfriend to so much as look at you (unless you count his salty glares to your turned back). So you’d avoided his good morning kiss and his second attempt after brushing his teeth… and his third attempt as you put on your shoes to head to work… so what? It’s not like you’d ripped his heart out of his chest like a violent animal.

Except, that’s exactly what it felt like to your giant boyfriend.

“How’s your day been baby?” Your attempt to start a nice conversation falls on deaf ears. “Gyu?” You wave your small hand in his face, trying to get his expression to change from his child-like sulk.

“Oh, so it’s different when you want my attention.” He mutters so quietly you almost miss his words. Almost. You sigh as you plop down next to him on your shared bed.

“I was only teasing you this morning Gyu.” You explain, watching the way he side-eyes you and catching the hurt that pours out of them. “I didn’t mean to upset you…”

Mingyu feels guilty when your voice grows quieter, his resolve growing thin as he finally caves in and looks at you properly. And he can’t stand the picture of you before him. He can feel his heart fracturing from the way you stare down at your lap. You look so fragile like that.

“Baby.” Your breath hitches as your chin is tilted up by your boyfriend’s hand, your faces way closer than you’d expected them to be. He looks at you like you’re the only person in the entire world. And there’s no need for anymore words to be spoken before your lips collide and you melt into him completely.

The 8

“Did you just hear something?” Your body is frozen, trying not to move a muscle or make any noise as you listen. There’s always something eerie about being in the practice rooms after hours.

“(Y/N), relax.” Minghao cups your cheek. “Everyone went home hours ago.” You nod your head, telling yourself that Minghao’s right, you’re just being paranoid about getting caught.

It’s not like it would be a bad thing for people to find out that you and Minghao had been secretly seeing each other for the past month. It’s just, you’re not sure either of you are ready for all the inevitable questions his friends would ask about your relationship. You’ve not even had that discussion with him about that yet.

“You’re right.” You exhale. “Where were we?” You can’t help how your heart skips a beat as you watch the slow smirk stretch across his lips. “Oh yeah…” you minutely giggle as Minghao dips his head down to brush his lips against yours. Everything else instantly fizzes away and all the tension in your body melts.

But then you definitely hear something from a distance the resembles a door slamming and you jolt away from Minghao with wide, fearful eyes.

“Ok,” he sighs, “I’ll go check who that was.”

Minghao is barely able to take a step after turning around to face the door before you’ve grabbed onto his wrist with one of your hands.

“I’m not letting you go alone.” You state, threading your fingers through his. He smiles down at you affectionally before pulling you towards the door, ready to investigate - and possibly get caught - together.

Seungkwan

“Was that really necessary?” You try - and fail - to hide the amusement from your boyfriends silly antics. Yes, Seungkwan really did just smack your backside with his damp towel as he walked past you.

“Absolutely!” He grins, chucking said damp towel into the laundry basket by the door before making his way back towards you and enveloping you in a back hug.

You’re stood in front of the mirror, applying the final touches of makeup to your face, while you try to ignore the way Seungkwan watches from over your shoulder. It’s difficult to not get distracted by him when he looks like that and he knows your weakness for him when he’s fresh out of the shower, wet hair and little droplets of water glimmering on his skin.

“Maybe we should bail on the guys tonight and stay here?” You shake your head at the way Seungkwan wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Kwan, you’re not gonna seduce me into ditching Mingyu’s birthday dinner.” You keep your tone firm, adamant on remaining focused; you’re not going to be teased by everyone the whole night for being late. That is until Seungkwan pinches your sides and you let out a yelp. Thank goodness you hadn’t begun applying any mascara yet; half a second later however…

“Ok, that’s it.” You turn to face your mischievous boyfriend, waving the mascara wand around in your hand. “No kisses for the whole night!”

Despite you’re attempts at scolding Seungkwan, he’s not even slightly threatened. Instead he simply raises a judging brow before picking you up by your waist and holding you in his arms, planting kisses all over your face while you feebly attempt to fight his hold. He continues until you’re both a laughing mess, tears of laughter spilling down your cheeks and getting ready long forgotten. Yeah, you’re definitely going to be late now.

Vernon

“Kiss me, baby.”

His lips are ghosting yours. But despite his endeavours to make you cave, you’re not quite ready to give in just yet.

Why won’t you kiss Vernon? Well that’s an easy question to answer.

You been hanging out since the morning and everything had been so normal, just like every other time you’ve hung out together. Just two best friends enjoying each others company. Until Vernon had told you about how the guys had been teasing him about your “friendship”.

You’d initially laughed it off and the topic would have been dropped if you hadn’t felt the need to make the jokey comment about how you could never see Vernon in that way, let alone take him seriously if he tried to kiss you…

You were surprised to say the least, when he’d taken a little offence to your words. Usually so laidback, it was like the thought of you not being able to see him in that way had flicked a switch within him and suddenly he was determined to change your mind. So for the whole day, Vernon has been trying his absolute best to get himself out of the friend zone.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” You feel Vernon whisper into your lips and you have to resist every impulse you have to let your eyes flutter shut, even though there’s no use in really trying at this point.

Vernon gives you a few second to respond, to show him any sign that you don’t want him to continue. And when he finds none, you feel his lips stretch into a smile before, finally, connecting with yours softly.

Dino

You swear, the next time you see Seungkwan you’re gonna murder him. Why did he have to get all in your head about how clingy you are? And why did you let it affect you to the point where, when you bought it up to your boyfriend Chan, you felt so insecure when he didn’t immediately disagree? Of course, Chan didn’t agree with Seungkwan’s teasing statement either… but he still hesitated!

Meanwhile, your boyfriend thinks he might also murder Seungkwan when he next sees him too. Because it’s his fault that you refuse to show him affection in case you’re being too clingy. Poor Seungkwan. And poor, affection deprived Chan.

“Babe, one cuddle doesn’t make you a clingy person.” Chan tries to reason with you as you both prepare for bed together. He just misses your affection, considering you barely show him any when he’s with the guys. Which is practically all the time!

“Well that’s what you get for agreeing that I’m clingy.” You state matter of factly as you slip under the covers of your duvet.

“But I didn’t agree.” Chan tries to reason, following suit and snuggling under the covers. “How about a kiss? You have to kiss your boyfriend, it’s law.” You snicker at his silly reasoning.

“Oh really?” You raise a brow at him. “Would I go to jail if I don’t?”

“Yes.” Chan laughs along with you.

“I guess I have no choice then…” you half shrug, both of you smiling like idiots in love as you close the space between your faces until there’s nothing left.

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You Wanna Kiss (feat. TXT)

Fluff, mix of established relationships and friends to lovers, ot5, gender neutral reader!

A/N - I had so much fun writing the prompt for NCT Dream that I decided to also do the same for TXT, enjoy!

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Extreme fluff!!

Yeonjun

It all started when you began dodging Yeonjun’s kisses. You had woken up feeling very sluggish and was in no mood to be smothered by your boyfriends affections. So when he’d first attempted to give you a good morning kiss and you’d turned your face so his lips landed on your cheek, Yeonjun had felt rejected.

Neither of you had spoken about it, but an hour later, Yeonjun was attempting his second kiss to your lips. Once again, this time with a sheepish smirk, you rejected him with the excuse that you are too busy working to be distracted. And that’s how the little unspoken game between you had begun.

Throughout the rest of the day, Yeonjun made it his mission to get a kiss. He has to or else he doesn’t know what he’ll do. He’s never been so determined. But time and time again, he’d failed. The closest he got was on his fifth attempt. Noticing you stood facing the counter while making yourself a warm drink, Yeonjun had quietly made his way towards you, enveloping you in a back hug with his arms securing your body against his firm chest.

“I’ve got you now baby,” he whispered into your ear smugly. “I know you want to kiss me really.” He knows your just messing with him, if you were really mad then you wouldn’t have been able to hold it in for this long. You were able to keep your expression stoic, focusing on your task at hand before somehow wiggling your way out of Yeonjun’s grasp and heading back to your laptop to work.

By the time it reaches the evening, and your stomach is crying out for food, you finally decide to take a break from work. This is when you notice how quiet everything is. You’re not even sure if your boyfriend is home anymore. Walking through your apartment, you finally find Yeonjun sat on the bed, occupied by his phone. You’re not sure why you feel a little nervous, standing timidly in the doorway as you wait for him to notice you.

“Junnie, what are you doing?” Your small voice successfully gains his attention, sending you a smile as his eyes flick up from his phone screen to meet yours.

“I’ve been waiting for you, my love.” His words make your stomach summersault, simply nodding your head in acknowledgement. You watch as he gets up from the bed, making his way over to you. “Are you ready for a kiss now?”

His tone is soft, speaking to you as though you are the most precious thing to ever exist and he doesn’t want to scare you away. You feel breathless, uttering a light “yes” in response as Yeonjun finally reaches you. His hands find refuge on your waist, yours on his chest.

Finally, you don’t resist or shy away from him when he dips his head and captures your lips in his.

Soobin

“We could… kiss… if you want?” Soobin sounds unsure of himself, which if you weren’t so focused on trying to comprehend his words, you know you’d find adorable. The way he watches you as he waits for an answer holds the same anticipation of a child asking their parents for some candy.

Your internal debate flits between asking yourself if he is being serious and if agreeing to kiss your best friend is the right thing. You suppose Soobin wouldn’t offer if he wasn’t willing to kiss you, he’s rarely the type to make such a bold move without having put a considerable amount of thought into it beforehand. Which surely means he’s thought about kissing you prior to this moment.

All the while your mind wonders deep in your thoughts, Soobin notices how subdued you have become. He can’t help the shy smile that twitches the corner of his lips. Nor can he help the half-hearted huff of laughter that escapes his lips in amusement. He knows that if your answer was going to be a no then you would have said it by now.

“I know you want us to kiss as much I do.” His unexpected statement grabs your attention instantly, making your heart thump in your chest. Where has all of this confidence come from? Your gaze snaps to his, locking with the glimmer of longing that pours from them and rendering you unable to look away.

You finally smile. “Of course.” tumbling out as the quickest answer you can give. And when you see Soobin’s expression break out in the widest smile a wave of feelings wash over you. This is the exact moment you realise how much you really do want to kiss your best friend. No one has ever looked more kissable to you than he does now.

You willingly close off a large amount of the space that is between you, allowing for Soobin to take his time as he takes you in. First, his hands find place on either side of your waist, but then he quickly decides that he wants one of them to caress your cheek. Next, he uses his hand to angle your face, his own leaning down so the only space remaining is occupied by your heated breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He whispers, only just allowing for enough time for you to gasp before he dives in.

Beomgyu

It’s his fault that he’s as wound up as he is right now, not yours. But your adorably childish boyfriend has somehow put all the blame onto you. Long story short, you refused to admit that you had feelings for Beomgyu before he realised his feelings for you. But that’s just the thing, while you’ve never denied how you fancied Beomgyu from very early on in your friendship, Beomgyu says he didn’t realise his feelings until later on. Which basically means he could have liked you before you liked him, he just didn’t acknowledge it.

It’s such a trivial debate. Regardless of who liked who first, it doesn’t change your relationship or the fact that you’ve been happily together for almost a year. However, to Beomgyu, it is still a big deal.

He always feels so proud of the fact that you had a crush on him first. It boosts his ego like nothing else. Seriously, when he first found out he boasted to his friends about it every time you tagged along with him to see them.

But, in the present, you are refusing to admit anything of the sort. And it’s pissing your boyfriend off, just as you want it to. So now you’re in a stand off, so to speak, after stupidly agreeing that the first one to cave in and kiss the other is the one who caught feelings first. It’s the only way.

“Why.” Beomgyu punctuates his words with a step closer to you. “Won’t.” And another. “You. Kiss. ME!”

By the time he’s finished his sentence he’s closed off all the space between you and captured your smaller frame in his firm hold. He looks down at you with wide, serious eyes. Waiting for an answer. Beomgyu really wasn’t expecting you to last almost the whole day. Heck, usually all he has to do is give you puppy eyes and he’s got his own way. But you’ve had more resistance to his tricks so far.

The coy look you give him, paired with your shrug, makes Beomgyu tense. He shouldn’t be treated like this right now. No. Instead, he should be receiving lots and lots of kisses from you. He pouts.

“You do still find me attractive, right?” Oh no, here comes the guilt. The doubt in his tone has you instantly biting on your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to suppress the raising regret. You feel terrible. It doesn’t matter if he’s trying to make you feel bad on purpose or not, you can’t stand the thought of him not knowing how much you truly adore him.

So, with a heavy sigh, you accept the inevitable bragging that will ensue and cave in. Reaching a hand up to cup his face, you draw him in so your noses are touching, breath mixing and lips tantalisingly close.

“It’ll only ever be you, Gyu.” You confess before crashing your lips to his.

Taehyun

You feel stupid really. It happened days ago now, but your mind hasn’t let it go. The it in question is the picture you saw on social media of your ex kissing their new partner. Sure, the breakup was mutual and you’re no longer together. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting a little to know that they’ve moved on first.

“I’ll kiss you.” Taehyun’s offer makes you feel the need to pinch yourself. Never had you expected for him to suggest kissing you as a result of you confiding in him about how seeing your ex made you feel. You were ranting away mindlessly, blabbering silly things like how maybe kissing someone else might help you to feel better about it all. But not once did it occur to you that Taehyun would take that in and offer up his lips.

“You’ll what?” You gawk at him, eyeing the way his chest vibrates from his laughter. It’s now that you notice how broad and firm it appears under his shirt. And the way his smile reaches his eyes, which glimmer with specs of honey and caramel from the way the light reflects off of them, makes you feel a little weak for him honestly.

“I’ll kiss you,” he repeats in amusement. “And then you’ll be able to move on.”

You ponder the proposed scenario for a moment. On one hand, Taehyun is a close friend and you wouldn’t want anything to be weird between you afterwards. However, on the other hand, you kind of want to kiss him… just for the sake of closure… not for any other reason at all…

“Ok.” You nod. Trying to cover your shyness with a smile. It takes everything in you to control the way your heart begins to race in your chest, palms becoming clammy and heat rising up your neck. All he’s done is suggest to kiss you. There’s been no attempt at making a move yet, but the thought alone is having such dramatic effects on your body.

“Ok.” Taehyun smiles, scooting closer to where you are sat. Thank goodness none of your flatmates are currently home, you don’t think you’d be able to handle the risk of one of them stumbling in on you right now. “Just… relax.”

It’s slightly awkward knowing how to go about the best way for Taehyun to hold you, or where you should place your hands, and for the first second your lips touch you feel so tense and unsure. But Taehyun’s voice echos around your mind, reminding you to relax. It’s now that the feel of the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and you can’t help but slowly melt into him, savouring every brush of his lips.

Once you pull away, you can’t help but see him in a new light. You think kissing him was the best decision you’ve ever made.

HueningKai

“Come over here and kiss me you wuss!” While your boyfriends tone is full of lighthearted teasing, you can’t help but feel a little agitated by his words. You may be many things, but a wuss is not one of them. Ok, so maybe you’re being a little over-sensitive. There are far worse things Kai could call you. But, given the context of the situation, it feels valid to be offended.

You were simply having a nice day with your boyfriend, finding yourselves with the rare day where neither of you had any plans. So you’d agreed to spend some quality time together, huddled up in your small apartment under copious amounts of blankets. It had felt like a dream, laying on the couch wrapped in your favourite persons arms. But then you both got hungry and decided to get up and bake some cookies together.

That’s when it all began to get hectic. Starting with Kai cheekily flicking some flour at you, you later retaliated by offering him to try some cookie dough and smooshing it in his face. That escalated things into a cat and mouse chase around the kitchen, until you had managed to put a somewhat safe distance between you. With the small table your only shield against your boyfriend and his threat of tickles, it gave you both some breathing room to calm down and catch your breath back. That’s when he’d called you a wuss.

“And what, surrender myself?” You raise a brow at him in challenge, mimicking the wide grin that’s on his face. Now is not the time for you to back down. “You’ll have to catch me first!” You stick your tongue out before running out of the kitchen. Problem is, Kai has long legs and is quick on his feet; you stood no chance of escape.

You squeal as you feel his hands pinch your waist, both of you falling onto the sofa in fits of laughter. Kai has the proudest look on his face as he holds you close to his chest, finding the way to try to wriggle free from him adorable. Although, after a few minutes, you lose your energy and give up, simply laying against his chest and panting for breath.

“I’m not letting go until you kiss me.” He speaks softly into the skin of your neck. You can feel his triumphant smirk as his lips skim your skin. You can feel your resolve wear thinner and thinner with each millisecond. But then you have a brilliant idea.

You turn your face so you face Kai, noses nuzzling together. But you keep enough distance that your lips don’t touch, coyly watching his reactions through your lashes.

“I can tell you’re desperate to…” Kai encourages, his voice barely above a whisper now. Your smile only grows when you hear him gulp in anticipation. It’s never been more clear how you have him wrapped around your finger. Although, you’re in equally as deep as him because you can’t deny him any longer, your eyes fluttering shut as you finally lean in.

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You Wanna Kiss

NCT Dream reaction using variations of the prompt “oooo you wanna kiss me so bad.”

A/N - This is inspired by a request I received but I kinda went on a tangent 😅 Anyway, this is a mix of friends to lovers and established couple scenarios, very fluffy with the mildest hint of angst (if you squint).

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only.

Mark

He’s endearingly dorky, but that’s one of the reasons you fell for Mark. There was just something in the way he cracked terribly hilarious jokes and then instantly cringed at what he’d said that made your heart melt for him. Although, once you’d gotten closer, you learnt he had a more daring, cheeky side.

“Come on,” His cute giggle completely opposes the teasing smirk he sends your way. “I know you wanna kiss me.”

He’s sure of himself, but not in a cocky way. He more so just puts himself in a light that makes you see him as a man who knows what he wants.

You’re not even entirely sure how you got onto this topic of conversation. All you’d intended to do was join your friend for dinner like you so often do. But somehow, the conversation had turned from how you’re enjoying your meal onto comments that Chenle had previously used to poke fun about your friendship with Mark. Until finally, the question had come about if you’d ever thought of what it would be like to kiss him.

The way he’d first proposed the question was so casual that you almost choked on your mouthful of food, pulling an exaggeratedly disgusted face after.

“And if I do?” You choose now to take a sip of your drink, hiding your rosy cheeks behind your glass. It takes everything in you to keep your expression controlled.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Renjun

“You know you want to…” Renjun sing songs, pulling a knowing expression. But you’re not ready to give in to him yet.

You’ve been sulking on the sofa, giving your boyfriend the silent treatment for a little over two hours now and Renjun doesn’t know how much longer he can last without you talking to him. It’s all over something so trivial anyway.

“You watched our show without me.” You grumble, refusing to look at the person who betrayed you. Yes, Renjun had watched the latest episode of the drama without you, he’d only intended to watch a few seconds, a minute tops. It’s not his fault that Netflix had just so happened to open on that screen and he couldn’t resist the temptation of pressing play…

“And I said I was sorry!” Renjun scoots himself up against you, twisting his body so he is able to lean his head right in your line of vision. He knows that the pleading smile he sends you will melt your resolve, growing increasingly pleased with himself when he notices your cold expression begin to soften.

“Can I have a kiss now?” You watch as he raises a brow at you in question, trying to suppress the triumph that he feels.

“Fine.” You reluctantly agree, bending to press the quickest peck you can to his lips. Except, before you have a chance to pull away, one of Renjun’s hands has cupped your cheek and kept you close, chuckling into the non-existent space between you before kissing you a little deeper.

Jeno

You’ve had feelings for Jeno for as long as you can remember. In fact, you had initially wanted to become friends with him because you found him so attractive. Of course, you then got to know the goofy side to Jeno and found that you were surprisingly even more charmed by his bubbly personality.

So while your crush on him has been there since the very start of your friendship, you now have different reasons as to why you would want to date him. Alongside his good looks, you find his protectiveness towards you so attractive. The way he always offers to walk you home when it’s dark outside and how he always messages you to make sure you are still alive when he hasn’t heard from you in a few days. They are just a few from a long list of reasons of why you’ve fallen for Jeno.

Which is why you are unable to pass up the opportunity when he offers you a kiss.

“Give me a kiss.” He puckers his lips playfully in your direction. You can’t help but snicker at the face he pulls, your eyes simultaneously darting around the cafe self-consciously. “Don’t pretend like you don’t want to.” He adds after a few seconds of waiting.

You roll your eyes at his clear lack of care towards the fact that you’re in public. But, with a wide grin, you comply to his request and lean over to press a kiss to his lips.

Your skin burns from the wave of feelings that wash over you as you pull away and retreat into your chair once again; now with a respectable distance between you.

Except Jeno wants more. So he scoots his chair until it’s pressed into the side of yours, one arm reaching around your shoulders while his other hand gently tucks under your chin and coerces your face to look at him.

“We’re not done yet. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you.”

Haechan

Another day, another petty argument. It seems that you and Haechan bicker about such simple domestic things all the time. “Why do you leave the damp towel on the wet floor after your shower?” “Put your empty mug in the sink rather than beside it!” “Turn the light off when you leave the room!” Even your friends have picked up on it and begun to tease you both. But, however frequent your arguments are, they never seem to last long. And this time is no different.

First of all, your boyfriend had gotten annoyed at you for not moving your feet off of the sofa so he could sit down beside you. So he’d acted like a sulking child and put his glass of water on the table without using a coaster.

When you’d got annoyed over the ring of residue staining the wood from his glass, you then decided to get him where it hurts: you hid his keyboard so he couldn’t play games. Although, it took him a few hours to notice what you’d done because it wasn’t until the evening that he usually played. Once he had noticed though, he was very clearly wound up and you were definitely in for it.

Haechan lured you into a false sense of security when he’d called you into the bedroom, his voice light and seemingly cheerful. It’s only once you’ve been caged in against the wall by him and questioned relentlessly about the whereabouts of his keyboard that you realise what a mistake you made by messing with his gaming setup.

“Oooo you wanna kiss me so bad.” Haechan doesn’t even try to hide his amusement, clearly enjoying holding all of the power. By this point he’s pushed you so far, you’re unsure if you love or hate this side to him. “But that’s the last thing you’re going to be getting unless you confess.”

You gulp when he whispers his words dangerously close to your ear, your whole body tense. He has you reeling, taking far too much enjoyment of the current dynamic.

Once you’ve finally caved in and Haechan has won back his keyboard, don’t think it’s all over. No. You do get awarded a kiss, way more than you’d expected after winding him up. But it’s just a continuation of his payback, keeping you in his lap while he games and only giving the bare minimum of affection.

Jaemin

“How about we have some kissy time?” You burst into laughter, not quite sure how to respond to Jaemin’s out of the blue request in any other way. Sometimes you wonder how you two became friends. Although, you do love his randomness.

“I said I was bored. How does that relate?” You deadpan once you’ve regained your composure. You can’t give away how fast your heart is racing in your chest, or how much his suggestion really has affected you. Even if he did refer to kissing as “kissy time”.

“It kills time.” He shrugs like its no big deal. No embarrassment evident on his part. “You’re telling me you don’t want to kiss these lips?” He pouts, pointing at his lips in the most shameless way possible.

“I never said that.” You whack his arm, rolling your eyes.

It’s almost impossible to hide the way your cheeks inflame over the thought of kissing Jaemin, one of your closest friends. Although, you’ve never denied how handsome you think he is to his face; it’s always been in a more lighthearted, no pressure sort of way previously. Unlike now, where his invitation is laden with something different.

“Then get over here.” Jaemin grins devilishly, revelling in the way you practically jump into action, closing off the small space that was between you in an instant.

“Promise that you’ll never call it kissy time again.” Jaemin laughs at your pleading eyes, his hands securing you in his hold as he begins to close the space between you.

“We’ll see…”

Chenle

He’s angry and it’s all your fault. You just can’t help the fact that you find Chenle so attractive when he’s rilled up and about to loose his temper.

It started with you giving him the silent treatment for no reason other than finding it funny. Then it progressed into avoiding his touches, noticing how deep his displeased frown got when he had tired to pull you into a back hug but you quickly stepped away and rushed into the bathroom. After that, Chenle wouldn’t leave you alone, knowing exactly what you were up to just from seeing how pleased you looked with yourself.

But you crossed the line when you dodged his kisses. He’s not having that.

“If you don’t get here and kiss me I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” You sassily cut in, failing to hide the amusement you’re taking from seeing your boyfriend so wound up. You can’t help the fact that Chenle is so easy to annoy.

He glares at you. No more words. Just glares. His unfinished threat hanging in the air of the silent room while you wait for Chenle to say something.

Before you know what’s happening, he’s sprung into action, pacing towards you before - albeit a little rougher than he intends to - grabbing you by the waist with one hand, cupping your cheek with the other and smashing his lips into yours.

“Do you really want to know now?” He dares you, mumbling the question into your lips before diving back in without giving you a chance to answer.

When he feels you kiss back without any resistance he grins into your lips, understanding that you have surrendered to his challenge.

Jisung

How the random conversation had lead to this you’re unsure. The last you can comprehend is hearing Mark mention a fact he’d recently read in an article about reasons to date your best friend. Everyone had dismissed his statement with a laugh or teasing remark, except for Jisung who had taken it in silently.

That was almost a week ago now and while it was mostly forgotten by everyone, Jisung hadn’t let it go. It’s mostly because he’s had a crush on you for quite a while now and, along with the fact that you have a good friendship, Jisung thinks that Mark’s statement is all the more reason to finally make a move on you.

“I want you to kiss me so bad…” He gulps, whispering breathlessly. “Please…”

This is definitely not what you were expecting him to say when you’d received his message asking you to come over. You had just assumed he wanted to get food or play video games or something, like you usually do. But the second you had stepped through the threshold of his apartment, Jisung had grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you into his room where he wasted no time in confessing how he feels.

“Sungie,” He watches the sheepish smirk that slowly makes its way across your lips. “If you want us to kiss then you need to be the one to kiss me…” You’re teasing him, making eye contact with him through your lashes.

So Jisung practically launches at you, his hands grabbing onto your waist as he pulls your body flush against his. He swoops down so his lips can capture yours desperately, smiling into you when he feels your respond immediately.

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Not In Love

PART 1 | PART 2

Fake dating, enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, BTS Taehyung/ V x fem reader

A/N - Here’s part two. Happy reading!

Summary: Doubts are raised and so are the stakes. It seems that your family aren’t the only ones that Taehyung needs to convince.

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only.

Your foot taps anxiously on the worn wooden floor of the cafe, eyes darting around the room as you wait for Taehyung to arrive. Being a Sunday, the quaint little place is buzzing with life, a rich coffee smell permeating the air and feeding into the bright and busy atmosphere.

You’re not sure what he’s going to say. Not that you expect him to agree to play your fake boyfriend again. He certainly isn’t obligated to and you feel terrible for having to drag him into this continuing mess you’ve caused.

Although he did volunteer the first time… and that reminder has you feeling some hope.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you prepare yourself for the conversation you’re about to have as you spot Taehyung arrive, glancing around the busy cafe until his eyes meet yours.

“Is everything ok?” Taehyung asks as he reaches your table and slides into the chair beside you. He looks worried, his brows furrowed and bottom lip slightly jutted out as he waits for your answer.

You’re incredibly endeared by his concern, although you do understand that your text was vague. All you’d messaged was for him to meet you at the cafe as soon as possible and that it was urgent. You didn’t want to go into too much detail in case it deferred him from coming. This conversation must be carried out in person.

“My mom called this morning…” You inhale a deep breath. Taehyung watches you through large, concerned eyes, intently. “…and she wants to meet us for lunch tomorrow.”

You can almost see the cogs turning inside Taehyung’s mind as he processes this information.

“Us? Like me - your boyfriend - and you?” His unsure voice airs, pointing his index finger between the two of you as he speaks. “Huh…” he mulls when you nod, his gaze casting off to the side in thought.

The seconds that pass seem to drag, leaving you on the edge of your seat for his answer. Your hands begin to fidget with each other where they are placed on the table in front of you. But then Taehyung’s unreadable expression begins to morph into a sheepish grin.

“I guess I made quite the impression then.” His hand extends to cover yours, halting your fingers from their nervous movements.

You forget how to breathe.

“We make a great team.”

~

Taehyung strides confidently into the locker rooms, a proud smirk etched onto his face as he slugs his gym bag off his shoulder and it thuds onto the wooden bench in front of him.

He doesn’t normally like having to attend practice on a Sunday. But after his meeting with you, he’s been put in a good mood.

“What’s got you looking so smug?” Jimin is the first to notice the captains mood.

The truth is, Taehyung is unbelievably happy to be playing your boyfriend for a second time. After how smoothly your sisters engagement party went and how much he had enjoyed your company, he had found himself arriving home hoping for another opportunity to arise. And it seems that someone has been looking over him and granting his wishes.

He regrets chickening out of kissing you before he said goodbye the previous night, but even more so, Taehyung regrets pushing you away for so long. Particularly now he knows how well you are able to work together.

“I haven’t seen him look like that since he first started dating Elena.” Jin comments, the name of Taehyung’s ex snapping him back into reality.

“Oh yeah - he’s definitely loved up!” Hoseok joins in.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at his friends. He’s not in love. No way. He’s just enjoying your company and helping you out by pretending to be your boyfriend. Definitely not loved up.

But it seems that his teammates are sold by his unusual positivity, the entire room filling with noise as they all begin to share their opinions in one go.

“Hey!” Taehyung bellows, gaining everyone’s attention. “Has it not occurred to any of you that I could just be in a good mood?”

But the responses of his team make him frown.

“No.”

“Definitely not.”

“Yeah right.”

“Ugh.” He huffs. “Just get outside. Time to practice.” He instructs, walking out to the field with the rest of the group following behind.

~

Monday rolls around quicker than you want it to, bringing with it the dreaded lunch with your mother.

After receiving a message from Taehyung informing you of his arrival, you quickly finish getting ready before rushing outside of your dorm building. You find him leant up against the red brick wall beside the entrance, occupied by his phone.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, you feel yourself grow shy when his head snaps up and he lets a light “Woah…” escape his lips.

“I didn’t realise it was such a formal occasion.” Taehyung begins. “I would have dressed up more otherwise…” he trails off, looking down at his more casual attire in scrutiny.

Yes, you’d dressed up more formally than one would typically expect for a Monday lunch. But this isn’t just any weekday lunch.

Regardless of Taehyung’s doubt over his outfit, he still looks breathtaking to you and you know that your mother would never hold him to the same nit picky standards she does for you. It was made abundantly clear at the party that she took an instant liking towards Taehyung.

“Where my mother is concerned, there’s no such thing as overdressed.” You joke. “You’ll learn that in time.”

Taehyung simply nods, mouth still ajar. He’s not sure what catches his attention more, how stunningly beautiful you are or the fact that you insinuate there’ll be more times like this ahead.

Meanwhile, you are mentally cringing at yourself for your slip up. It sounded like you have expectations of more to come with your relationship. Which shouldn’t even be entertained considering this arrangement has already lasted far longer than it should have done.

~

Your mothers face lights up when you arrive. Greeting you both warmly as you approach her table. Your hand slips into Taehyung’s as you get closer, feeling him accept your fingers as they thread between his and squeezing your palm in silent support.

“It’s so lovely to see you again.” She directs towards you both, welcoming you warmly as you take a seat. “Thank you for joining me.”

“It’s our pleasure.” Taehyung beams, putting on the charm for your mother without a hint of hesitation. You have to suppress the shock of how smoothly he is able to transition from the Taehyung you have come to know to Taehyung your boyfriend.

“I must say, I am slightly surprised you turned up together.” You mother begins to laugh, making your posture tense further. “Your sister seemed to be convinced that you’d turn up alone darling.” Your mother directs to you. The way her eyes soften as she admits this makes you feel queasy. You know it’s all for the sake of your boyfriend though, she’s rarely this empathetic.

You look like a dear caught in headlights, frozen in your seat as you comprehend her comment. You feel Taehyung shift in the seat beside you, clearly understanding the dig from your mother and the apparent suspicion from your sister. No amount of faux care can trick him.

“Luckily we have evening classes on a Monday. Right baby?” Taehyung politely informs, managing to control the bitterness that begins to bubble in his stomach from your family’s clear lack of faith in you.

For some reason, he feels protective. Like he wants to swaddle you in cotton wool to protect your delicate ears. It hurts him to see someone else’s parents treat their own child with such ill intentions, purposefully informing them of snarky gossip from other family members. Your mother didn’t need to share your sisters doubts about your relationship. But, either way, Taehyung will not stand for it as long as he is around.

You’re still yet to speak up, forcing yourself to be occupied by the menu as a way to evade the topic of conversation.

You’re incredibly thankful, once again, for Taehyung always sticking up for you. He seems to have noticed fairly quickly that your mother wouldn’t dare question him about your relationship or argue back with him. And in thanks to him, you decide you need to say something to move the conversation onto a more lighthearted topic, adamant on raising above your mothers quip.

“Everything sounds delicious!” You overly enthuse. “Anything taking your fancy Tae?”

Finally tearing your gaze from the menu, you peer innocently towards him.

“Oh I’ve got my eye on something.” He smirks, confidently staring at you.

Whether he is speaking the truth or over-playing the part for the sake of being believable, you’re unsure. All you know is that you are affected by him dramatically.

In all honesty, you feel so stupid for ever thinking that your mother wanted lunch with you because she had taken a genuine interest in your life. It seems that, as always, Ruby is still the one that rules your parents love and support.

Although, you will admit that having Taehyung beside you makes it a million times more bearable. The irony of it all when he’s the one that used to pick on you and make unnecessary comments. Now he’s the one protecting you from them instead.

The remainder of lunch passes uneventfully, which you are thankful for. Taehyung continued to make a show of his affection towards you, and you had fed into it for the sake of believability. However, it’s on the walk back to campus that you notice something is plaguing him.

“Thank you for helping me again.” You voice, a little unsure how to break the silence between you. Taehyung’s stoic expression makes you nervous. He’s intimidating when he’s mad and, unlike before all of this fake relationship when you wouldn’t have cared much, you feel guilty.

“What did your sister say to you at the party that made you turn ill?” He’s stern, the abruptness of his tone making you shudder. You had no idea he’d even noticed your conversation with Ruby. Wasn’t he too preoccupied by your cousins children?

Your mind flashes back to that moment, her words echoing in your head again. He understands you more than even myself… you’re made for each other…

“Just how she thought we made a great couple.” You force yourself to hold his eye contact, worried smile etched onto your face. You’re technically not lying, just not giving away the whole truth. But you fear Taehyung can tell there’s more than you let on.

He’s sure of it.

“And?…” He presses, knowing that you’ll cave in under the pressure. He doesn’t like having to force you to tell him things, but right now it feels necessary.

“Well… it wasn’t really what she said.” You’re cautious. “More how it made me feel.”

By this point, you’ve reached the entrance to your building. However, Taehyung has made no attempt to let you off just because you’ve reached home. No. If anything, it’s making him more persistent.

“How did it make you feel?” He steps up to you. It’s almost torture how close his body is to yours, merely a hairs breadth away but not touching; skin ghosting skin. It makes you weak for him and he knows it.

You want to blurt everything out. How safe you feel when he’s around and how everything seems a little bit brighter because of his presence. How, when he’s gone, you miss him almost immediately and find yourself fantasising about what it would be like to invite him up to your small room, to have him hold you for the sake of wanting to, not because he has to.

“I felt like I wasn’t alone anymore.”

You’re hoping that he understands without the need for any further explanation. That, despite having attended huge family gatherings like that your entire life, you’d always felt so alone until you’d bought Taehyung along.

You don’t expect the kiss that Taehyung presses to your forehead, his hands finally caving in and holding your waist. Even if it is only for half a second.

“Anytime you need me, I’ll be there.” His promise floods you with emotions you’ve never felt before. Maybe Taehyung really does understand you more than anyone else.

~

It’s been just over a week since you last saw Taehyung. With so many assignments to complete and trying to recover from the aftermath of your family, you feel like time has just flown by.

Of course, while you’ve not seen each other in person for a while, that doesn’t mean you haven’t had any contact. Quite the opposite in fact.

Everyday you spend hours smiling at your phone screen like an idiot, always as the result of receiving a message or stupid meme from Taehyung. He’s been the main reason for your laughter on a daily basis, finding his unique humour and, more generally, the way he views the world so amusing.

Simultaneously, between the pressures of classes and football practice, Taehyung has found your conversations the best way for him to relax. Where things concern you, he’s not the captain of the football team or the wildly popular ‘it boy’, he’s just Taehyung; it’s nice to be seen simply as who he is, rather than who everyone builds him up to be.

Once again, Taehyung has found himself hoping for another opportunity to play your boyfriend. Once again, he continues to scold himself for being too afraid to make a move on you; a real one. He doesn’t understand how he can want to kiss someone so much, desperately wanting to be able to call you his and, yet, he’s unable to fully express his feelings. Especially when he is able to do it while pretending.

But that’s just the thing. Pretending isn’t real. If you were to push his affections away while he’s your fake boyfriend, then at least he can cover it up with the excuse of committing to his role.

What is real, however, is the message that lights up his phone screen. It’s from you. And he almost can’t believe his eyes when he reads what you’ve sent.

You need him to accompany you to a picnic at the weekend. Orders specifically from your mother for Taehyung to attend. He doesn’t think he’s ever smiled as wide as he is now, typing his reply to you.

The universe seems to work in mysterious ways.

~

The picnic, as it turns out, is an annual occasion reserved for just your parents, your sister and her fiancée and you. Taehyung finds this out once he is already there. He supposes it’s a good thing for your mothers insistence for him to join because it indicates that she believes in your relationship enough for your boyfriend to be included as immediate family.

Sat on the old woollen blanket with your legs outstretched before you, you have found comfort in leaning your upright body into Taehyung’s side. Both of his arms are stretched behind him, palms on the long strands of uncut grass to leverage himself and you.

Your family are currently engaged in a highly competitive game of frisbee; it’s literally the only time of year they play. Competing in your couples, the aim of the game is to catch the other team out. If you throw and they miss, you win a point for your team. With you and Taehyung currently refereeing, the first game is well underway.

“I wish you’d told me it was just going to be the six of us.” Taehyung bows his head a little in order to keep his voice low. He doesn’t want any eavesdroppers, even though your family seems to be intensely occupied by the game.

“Would it have made a difference if I had?” You lightheartedly retort.

“Oh yeah, I would have run a mile.” He teases, body rumbling with laughter as your fist lightly thumps his chest.

“Oh hush,” You reprimand. “What happened to I’ll be there anytime?” You mockingly mimic Taehyung’s words from before.

With your head resting on his chest, you’re unable to see the devilish smirk that plays across his lips. And before you have any time to register what’s happening, Taehyung has grabbed you by the waist and twisted your bodies so you both fall back onto the ground facing each other.

You let out a squeal upon the sudden attack, the side of your body hitting the earth with a thud.

“What was that for!” You try to scold him, but with the coy look on his face, it’s impossible not to find it all amusing.

Taehyung simply shrugs - well, half shrugs - in response, the soft sounds of your giggles the only noise between you.

It’s now that you realise just how close he’s pulled you. How, laying together on the ground, your faces are only a few inches apart. You then feel the urge to reach your fingers out so you can brush the hair that has fallen across his face away. And with the way he watches you so intently, you become increasingly aware of your own heartbeat.

“Hey!” You both jolt, head snapping to find Ruby stood at your feet. She looks wound up. “You didn’t keep count of the scores.”

“Honey, give them a break.” Max approached her side, his hand smoothing over her shoulder. “You remember what it was like to be newly in love.”

Max clearly has a way of making your sister let things go, you’ve never seen her back down so quickly.

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s your turn anyway. Up you get!” She bosses, offering her hand out to pull you to your feet.

Reaching your waiting parents, you go to shake their hands, nodding affirmatively before you take your place, ready for the game to begin. You notice Taehyung finding your families seriousness towards a simple game of frisbee quite amusing. Clearly, no one has made him aware of what’s at stake here.

Bragging rights for the next year.

You hear Max count down from three and you spring into action the second you hear him shout go.

It’s intense from the offset. With your father making the first throw go so far you have to sprint to try and catch it before it hits the ground.

Luckily for you, Taehyung is fast on his feet. He manages to catch the frisbee with ease before running back and hurling it through the air in your mothers direction.

The game grows more intense with every passing second and so with it, does Taehyung’s competitive streak. He’s incredible, working with you to try and catch your parents out. On a particularly good throw by yourself, Taehyung rushes over to you, picking you up and spinning you around after your father was unable to catch it.

It’s the most fun you’ve ever had.

A few more turns are taken before the frisbee is sent flying your way again. It takes flight so high in the air that you know you need to make the highest jump you possibly can to catch it.

Zeroing in on the plastic disc, you ready yourself. Bending your knees and jumping with as much force as you can muster into the air.

“Yes!” You hear Taehyung’s deep voice cheer as you regain your balance with the frisbee clutched tightly to your chest. “That’s my baby!”

You’re amazed you actually caught it. But, somehow, your attention is focused more on Taehyung’s competitiveness. Anyone would think you just achieved the impossible judging by his reaction.

“Time!” You hear Ruby shout from the picnic blanket. And then reality comes rushing in.

You won. For the first time ever, you actually won the frisbee match. And it’s all because you had Taehyung.

“We did it!” You cry elatedly, falling into Taehyung’s arms as he gives you the biggest hug possible. “I’ve never actually won one of these before.”

“I told you we make a great team.” He reminds proudly.

You notice how everyone else has already retired to the picnic blankets again once you’ve pulled apart from Taehyung’s embrace. Grabbing his hand, you both rejoin the group with huge grins.

“That was the most intense game I’ve had in ages!” Your father praises. “I’ll have to put in extra practice for next year.”

You hear Taehyung respond to your father as you take a seat, accepting the way he pulls your body into his side and wraps his arm around you.

Next year.

It echo’s your mind, bringing you down from the euphoria of winning to torture you. Then reality sinks back in. That Taehyung isn’t your real boyfriend, that he won’t be joining your family picnic next year…

While your family falls into lighthearted conversation, pouring fresh drinks and enjoying the lovely day, you become more subdued. Folding on into yourself with each passing second until you feel like you can’t handle it anymore. You need some space.

“I-I’m going to find the restroom.” You suddenly announce, standing from the blanket and hurriedly walking away.

Taehyung frowns as he watches you leave. He’d noticed something was troubling you, but felt he couldn’t press to find out in front of your family, who remained oblivious. But now you’ve walked away, he knows he needs to go after you. He needs to make sure that you are ok.

~

“Why did you run away?” Taehyung catches up to you, stopping you from walking any further by grabbing onto your arm.

“I think I made a mistake bringing you here.” Your bottom lip quivers. “This isn’t right.”

“What’s not right about it?” His voice is soft, willing you to open up to him. He wants you to be able to tell him anything. He wants to be the person to make all the hurt and upset go away. “It certainly feels right to me.”

“We’re not a real couple Tae!” Your voice comes out more forceful than you intend it to, freeing your arm from his hold from the strength of your exasperation.

“So you think I should stop?” He looks hurt. “That we should just stop this?” His hands gesture between you.

“Yes! No - I don’t know!” You contemplate back and forth aloud before finally casting your sorrowful gaze onto him. “I’m petrified of my feelings towards you.”

“What makes you think that I don’t feel the same?” Taehyung’s question feels like a punch to the lungs, his quick rebuttal catching you so off guard. You stare at him wordlessly, allowing for all the things you said to hang in the air around you.

“Baby, how could you not notice how much I adore you…” Taehyung takes a step towards you, closing off the little space that separates you from him. He’s looking at you like no one else ever has, like you’re the only thing he sees, his whole world.

“How could you not see that I’m in love with you…” You allow his hands to find refuge on your waist.

“That it’s always been you.”

And just like that everything clicks in your mind. His constant watching you, all the comments he’d made to draw your attention onto him, sitting next to you in the classes you shared despite his apparent dislike towards you, his willingness to be your fake boyfriend, to interact with your family and make a show of his affection. Every pet name, every delicate kiss he placed on your skin, every longing look and lingering touch.

With the way you look at him, Taehyung is sure that your eyes hold all the stars in the universe. He knows this is his now or never moment.

So he takes the plunge, diving in head first, capturing your lips in his. You don’t think you will ever be able to find a way to describe how Taehyung truly makes you feel. All you know is that you want him to hold you and never let go; to kiss you and never stop. To be yours forever.

~ Epilogue ~

One year later

“Tae hurry!” The urgency in your voice is mellowed by your uncontainable laughter. You’re unable to keep still as you wait for him by the door, watching as he rushes about to pull his shoes on and grab his jacket. It’s comical how clumsy he is when rushing about. “My sister will never forgive me if we’re late to her wedding!”

“Ok, ready.” He affirms, grabbing your hand as you leave.

The last year has been a whirlwind. After the day of your family picnic, you finally went on a proper date with Taehyung, and it didn’t take you long to become official for real. It was at the end of the academic year when you both decided to find a place together outside of campus and from that moment onwards, you’ve continued to fall in love more and more everyday.

Then there was the matter of bringing a plus one to your sisters wedding. You’d teased Taehyung for days about how you were unsure who to bring as your date. But, don’t worry, he got his own back on you after you began to find the joke boring and actually asked him to go with you (despite both of you knowing he would be going all along).

Reality is, you couldn’t be any happier with each other. So maybe your stupid lie to your parents wasn’t so stupid after all.

[PART 1]

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The One With All The Laughter

A/N - Thank you to the anon that sent in this request, I think this scenario works so well with Chan! Sorry it’s so short, I felt that keeping it quite concise was better than getting carried away and rambling on 😂 I hope you enjoy!

Request: The Friends episode where Rachel laughs while kissing Ross for the first time.

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. This is inspired by Friends and I do not take any credit for originality in plot.

You had been friends for years, secretly in love for just as long and you’d fantasised more times than you can remember about what it would be like to kiss him. You imagined how soft his lips would feel, how they would tenderly melt into yours. His gentle hold on you and how it would feel having his body pressed so close. An intimate, sensual moment of dreams.

So, now that it’s happening, why do you find it so funny?

You can’t help the snicker that rumbles through you. Chan’s a good kisser, you’ve got no complaints there. And you’d been quite content in staying like this, sat on his lap with his hands holding you so securely and his lips devouring yours.

Until you felt his hand begin to slip from your waist.

It was when his palm began its smoothing over your ass that the laughter began. And almost immediately, Chan had detached from the kiss and sent you a confused look.

“I’m sorry.” You half heartedly apologise, without any need for him to verbalise the question circling his mind; his expression says it all. “Just… kiss me again.”

Chan shakes his head at himself as he gives in, unable to say no to you on anything. And so, with a hint of hesitancy, he reinstates the kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut as you fall back into the warmth of Chan’s affection. You kiss him back with just as much passion, conscious of making more effort than before to settle the guilt you have over making him insecure.

Just as before, his hands hold your waist firmly. But as the minutes slip by, and you both fall deeper, his hands begin their descent lower.

You can’t stop the laughter that erupts when you feel his hands caress your butt once again. It just makes you feel giddy, like you can’t quite believe that this is really happening right now.

Chan pulls away instantly, agitation evident in his expression. He’s giving you one of those looks that emulates “I’m not mad, just disappointed.” You feel ashamed.

“Ok,” he sighs, one of his hands reaching up to run through his hair. “What this time?”

You’re coy, watching him through teasing lashes.

“It’s nothing,” you lean into him further, hating the distance that your laughter has put between you. “It’s just going to take a little getting used to us being like this.”

Simultaneous to your reasoning, you have managed to get his hand back to holding you, drawing your faces so close your noses touch.

“I understand.” Chan whispers before, albeit a little forcefully, crashing his lips into yours for a third time.

Some more seconds tick by and with it, his hands embark on their roaming.

Before you have time to comprehend what is happening, Chan has pulled away, now not trying to contain his annoyance towards your childish giggling.

“Ok I don’t understand!”

You just can’t help it. It’s amusing to you how strange it feels to have the one person you’ve been friends with for so long touching you up.

It doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to though…Although you can see how it may seem that way from Chan’s perspective.

You watch as he falls into a sulk, rejecting your attempts to grab his hand or touch his shoulder.

“Chan,” you try to grab his arm, laughter still tumbling from your lips. “I’m sorry.” But he’s still sulking, arms folded across his chest and bottom lip jutted out.

With you directly in front of him, it’s difficult for him to avoid you. But you make it so he has no choice, your hand reaching out to hold his chin in place.

“No more laughing. I promise.” You declare, wide innocent eyes trying their best to convey your seriousness.

He stares back at you for a moment without showing any signs of caving. He’s waiting, testing to see if you really do mean your promise or if you’re just bluffing.

Managing to ply his hands out from where they have been folded into his chest, you guide them straight to the place that has been causing you so much amusement. He watches you the whole time, gaze not one faltering from yours.

The only thing keeping him from letting himself melt into you again is his adamance on making sure you won’t laugh at him. He’s really serious, if he sees any sign of your resolve break then he’s done.

But you remain calm and controlled.

“See?” You begin to lean into him, your hands letting go of his as you press them firmly onto your ass to find their place on his chest. “I’m used to it now.”

After half a minute of watching you, keeping his hands securely where you have placed them, it seems that Chan is convinced. Finally, he allows for his worry to dissipate into thin air as the beginnings of a smile to make its way onto his face.

You’re relieved he’s forgiven you.

Although, you regret letting your guard down so easily when you realise he’s smirking, a glimmer of mischief behind his eyes before he’s caught you off guard and squeezed your bottom.

You jolt into his chest with a yelp, unable to not find the whole thing highly amusing.

At least you’re not the only one laughing now.

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Not In Love

PART 1 | PART 2

Fake dating, enemies to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, BTS Taehyung/ V x fem reader

A/N - This was originally meant to be a oneshot, but I had to make it into two parts because I got carried away with the plot.

Summary: When you’d initially lied to your family about having a boyfriend, you never thought they would actually want to meet him. And at your sister’s engagement party too. Nor did you think you’d end up agreeing to fake date Kim Taehyung, the one person who took an instant disliking towards you. It should be easy to convince your family that you are in love with each other, right?

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Mentions of alcohol, some explicit language. Descriptions of vomiting. Some suggestive moments… if you squint. Any others please let me know!

How did you end up here, stood by Taehyung’s side with your hand held firmly in his. Your fingers are intertwined, while he engages happily in conversation with your aunt who had asked how long you have been dating. Yes incredibly convincing, you’ll give him that. From the way he continues to send you warm, heartfelt looks, anyone would think you’re the love of his life. And vice versa, with your similarly shy smiles and soft gaze back.

But it’s all an act.

A game.

A deception.

Whatever you want to call it, it is.

It’s almost insane how you managed to get yourself into this predicament and you could go on for hours about how the lie that lead you here all started. But if this story is going to be told right, then it needs to be told from the very beginning.

You met Kim Taehyung through a mutual friend of yours, Hoseok, during your first year of college. Your parents went way back and so, when your mother had mentioned to Hoseok’s mother about you starting the same college as her son, they’d signed him up to help you settle in. Initially you’d felt awkward about it, feeling sorry for Hoseok having to effectively babysit the new kid. But that feeling didn’t last long becuase, as you’d found out from the first day, Hoseok was still as bright and bubbly as you remember and more than happy to help. Being a year above you, he had already established a solid group of friends, which he’d constantly spoken to you about, fondly telling you about each of them through funny times they had shared. So it was expected that you’d eventually be introduced to the group.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was to not be received well.

Ok, so maybe you’re being a bit dramatic. Hoseok’s friends, for the most part, were all welcoming and friendly. Namjoon was the first you spoke to, asking how you were settling into college life and discussing some of the classes you’d taken. Yoongi, a little more subdued, had joined in the conversation at some point and begun giving you tips about some of the lecturers he’d had previously. Then there was Jin, who you’d warmed to almost immediately due to his terrible puns and hearty windshield-wiper laugh; your own laughter being amplified by Jimin’s cheeky quips towards Jin about his “old man jokes ruining the mood” - whatever ‘the mood’ was. This then led you to being thoroughly entertained as Jin became increasingly wound up by Jungkook, who had taken influence from Jimin and continued to pester the oldest of the group. It was actually going well. Until, finally, you met Taehyung.

He’d turned up last, running late from god knows where, and looking incredibly sour. However, even in his unhappy state, you were still captivated by his looks. It had evidentially begun pouring with rain since you’d arrived, his hair drenched and clothes soggy. And he’d been so wrapped up in complaining that he hadn’t noticed you at first.

It wasn’t until he’d signalled for Hoseok to shuffle around the table that his attention was drawn to you.

There was no ‘hello’ or attempt to introduce himself. Nor was there any interest in asking your name. No. You were met with a frown and guttural ‘ugh’ upon his realisation that you, the newbie, had taken up the space that should have been his.

Although, you tried not to take it personally. The poor guy had clearly had an unfortunate evening and you were just another unexpected hiccup. It’s not like he could put all of the blame of his bad day onto some stranger, right?

Wrong.

It seems that is exactly what Taehyung did because every time you had been in each others company from that moment onwards, he’d been nothing but short and snappy with you. Unlike the rest of Hoseok’s friends, who you’d formed friendships of your own with, Taehyung had proved to be a complete asshole.

You found out shortly after that Taehyung was pretty famous at your college. How Hoseok had failed to inform you that Taehyung is the football teams captain and being scouted to become a professional is a mystery to you. Instead, Hoseok had supplied that Taehyung was the most popular with men and women alike out of the group and that although his major was sports, he had a talent for literature. Through Hoseok, Taehyung sounded like a dream. But in person, Taehyung was a nightmare.

For months, you remained passive to his snarky remarks and obvious dislike towards you. For months you tried to be nice, for the sake of your other friends. Until, one night pushed you over the edge.

It was at Jimin’s birthday party when everything escalated. You’d stumbled over to Jimin to wish him happy birthday in your dizzy bubble, too out of it to care that Taehyung was stood beside him, but not drunk enough to not be aware of your surroundings.

You hadn’t realised that Taehyung had been sneakily keeping an eye on you the whole night. Nor were you aware that he’d been observing you while you’d entertained a couple of other guys at the party. From his quiet watching, Taehyung was sure you’d be going home with one of them. But each time it had looked like one of your admirers was going to take the plunge and try to make a move on you, you’d ended the conversation to get another drink, or rush to the restroom. Or to stumble over to the birthday boy to wish him happy birthday…

Leant against the wall, Taehyung smirked as you hugged the rosey-cheeked Jimin beside him. The way you smiled at him was so innocent, with wide shimmering eyes and plush lips painted a glossy baby pink.

“You having fun?” Jimin had asked you, to which you’d nodded enthusiastically.

“Well it’s a pretty great party, lots of drinks, good music-”

“Lot of guys for you to throw yourself at~” Taehyung sing songs, interjecting your praises of the party for the sheer reason of taking a jab at you.

Your mouth hung open in disgust, soft eyes becoming dark as they narrowed in on him.

“I can see why they got bored of you though. Bet you’ve never even had anyone try to take you home with them.” His words stung. Not because you valued what his opinion of you was, but because you knew it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

That wasn’t the thing that threw you over the edge of anger into full blown fury, however. It was actually a little later into the night, after you’d purposefully made an effort to avoid Taehyung at all costs, that you finally snapped.

By this point you were completely drunk, laughing at everything and nothing and being overly affectionate with everyone that you encountered. Noticing this, Taehyung had taken it upon himself to keep a closer eye on you - knowing that there are people out there who would take advantage. So he’d ditched the girl that had been trying to chat him up for however long to follow you instead. Of course, you noticed his lingering presence. Weaving your way through the party with increasingly quicker steps in an attempt to loose him.

You leant up against the kitchen counter for a breather the second you were sure you’d lost Taehyung in amidst the crowds of drunken students. Feeling quite dizzy, you’d leveraged yourself against the solid surface, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm your heavy breathing. Until you saw a pair of pristine white trainers enter your peripheral. You knew exactly who they belonged to.

“Stop stalking me.” You huffed, your face only looking up to meet Taehyung’s piercing stare once his finger had tucked under your chin and forced you to.

“Pathetic.” He chuckled obnoxiously.

It was clear he was pretty sober. Or at least, he was far closer to being sober than you were…

Your stomach twisted as he leant down towards you, closing off inches between your faces second by second, until his nose was just brushing yours.

“Look at the state of you.” He sneered, loving the way your teeth gritted as his hot breath berated your face.

You tried. You really did try to hold it all in, but the simmering in your stomach only grew and grew until you felt like you were going to spew scolding magma everywhere.

You were so focused on burning daggers into Taehyung that you failed to notice Jimin stumbling into the kitchen. He giggled to himself upon taking in the compromising position you and Taehyung were in, fishing out his phone from his back pocket and capturing some pictures of the scene.

Taehyung was the one that realised Jimin’s antics first, pulling back from you quickly.

“Jimin, don’t.” He warned. But it was too late.

And that seemed to be that thing that caused the tsunami.

A second later you had doubled over, hands on your bent knees in an attempt to steady yourself before vomit spilled everywhere, sliding across the kitchen tile and covering Taehyung’s white trainers.

~

How you got home last night is a mystery to you. But, somehow, you wake in your own bed. Then it begins to sink in. Vague memories of the party slowly return: the way Taehyung judged you, the insinuating comments he made about no one wanting you, the way he followed you, and finally, what happened in the kitchen.

It does make you feel a little better knowing that you have most likely ruined his trainers.

But that doesn’t cure your throbbing head.

Your phone buzzing on your beside table snaps your attention away from your self pity and you instantly reach out to grab it.

Without looking at the caller ID, you swipe to answer, letting out a groggy “Hello”.

“We need to talk.” Your brows furrow at the voice, pulling your phone away from your ear briefly to check the contact.

“Taehyung, why do I have your number?” Your annoyed voice makes him laugh.

“I put it in your phone after I bought you home last night.” He states like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“Right.” You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head in disbelief. How do you not have any recollection of that? “And why are you calling me?”

This conversation feels surreal, never having actually spoken to Taehyung normally for this long before.

“To make sure you’re alive, you were pretty gone after you threw up. Which, by the way, you owe me new trainers.” You roll your eyes.

“No way.” You scoff.

“I think it’s the least you can do when I made sure you got home safe after you puked on me.” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“I never asked you to help me.” You mumble, inaudible to Taehyung down the phone.

You let out a noise of complaint when your headache intensifies.

“I left pain killers and water beside your bed.” Taehyung utters, knowing exactly why you sound like you’re dying. You mutter a thank you down the phone, noticing how he didn’t sound smug about predicting your hangover.

“Rest up, ok?” His sincerity echos and you comply, exchanging quick “bye’s” before you hang up.

Sliding his phone into his pocket, Taehyung smiles to himself as he continues walking through campus, content with knowing that you are okay.

He reaches football practice after the rest of his team, the group of guys all waiting around aimlessly at the edge of the field.

“Where’s coach?” Taehyung slaps Jin on the back as he reaches the group, snickering when Jin shoulders him away in annoyance.

“He’s had a family emergency this morning.” Yoongi informs. The amused smile wipes off Taehyung’s face instantly.

“He said you need to lead practice.” Taehyung nods at Namjoon, sighing to himself at the last minute change of plans.

It’s clear that everyone is still feeling tired from the night before, even Taehyung himself was hoping to take it easy during todays practice. But now he has to step up and lead the team like any good captain would.

He feels like things never seem to go his way after encountering you - like you’re his bad luck charm or something. Seriously, he’d looked out for you last night, not getting home until much later after making sure you were safe, and the next morning coach is missing. That’s literally never happened before.

Any compassion that Taehyung had begun to feel towards you has now vanished. Instead he’s reminded of all the unfortunate things that have happened to him since you appeared in his life. It all started from the very first meeting, when you’d taken his space amongst his table of friends, when he’d gotten drenched in the rain because his car had decided to give up on his way to meet them, on the very same night that he’d caught his girlfriend cheating on him.

You’re a pain in his ass.

~

It took you a few days to recover from your post-party hangover and, in that time, you’d resumed your regular routine of studying, going to class, and then doing more studying.

Your life isn’t all boring though. If anything, the monotony of studying felt like your only saviour within reality.

Your mother has been pressuring you again, constantly comparing you to your sister’s successes. You’d been wound up so much, that while your mother had been blabbering down the phone to you about your sisters engagement and the huge party your parents are organising for her, you’d lost your patience and thrown yourself into the deepest end of the biggest pile of shit.

So now your mother, and subsequently your entire family, believe that you have a very handsome, successful boyfriend. Which couldn’t be further from the truth. Jealousy can make you do terrifying things. But when you grow up in a household that constantly puts one child on a pedestal, you learn to do anything to get some praise.

You hate yourself. You really do hate yourself and your shitty single life right now.

“(Y/N) darling, make sure that you bring your boyfriend to the engagement party. Your father and I really want to meet him.”

The conversation reverberated your head for days. Specifically your mothers insistence for you to bring the man you’ve fallen in love with. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. And you’d tried your very best to get out of agreeing to it.

That was almost two weeks ago now and a second reason for you getting extremely drunk at Jimin’s birthday - the other reason being to not care about Taehyung’s spitefulness.

As time grows closer and closer to the dreaded engagement party, you feel yourself becoming more hopeless. Just envisioning you turning up alone, having to explain to all of your relatives that you’d lied, keeps you awake at night. But as time continues to race past, you find that that may well be your reality.

You’ve tried every dating app possible to find a decent guy. But the pressure of finding someone so perfect, who would be happy to meet your entire family almost immediately, and impress them enough to save you from your parents disappointment, has proved a million times more impossible than you thought.

Damn your mother for her incredibly high standards, and damn your perfect sister and her perfect life.

But most of all, damn you and your pathetic need for their approval.

~

So you woke up in a bad mood. It feels like the universe is out to get you today. But what’s new there, right?

Everything that could possibly go wrong has, beginning with you sleeping through your alarm and only waking up with ten minutes to get to your first lecture. On the way you’d tripped over your shoelace, which had somehow come untied. The only fortunate thing being that you hadn’t landed flat on your face in public. Next, your lecturer had set a huge assignment last minute, with the shortest deadline you’ve ever heard of (seriously who only gives two weeks to write a paper that accounts for 50% of the class??).

But it wasn’t until your final class of the day that you had finally had enough.

You had foolishly been hopeful that Renaissance Lit would cheer you up, forgetting that the last person you would want to encounter on a day going as poorly as yours would be there.

And he was in a cheeky mood too.

Taehyung couldn’t help the wide smile that consumed his face as he stepped into the lecture hall and spotted you. It feels like an eternity since he’d last seen you. It was actually the night of Jimin’s party and he hasn’t had the opportunity to tease you in person yet.

“Move up Princess.” You grumble the second the name passes from his lips, your mouth etched into a flat line as you send Taehyung daggers.

“Find someone else to pester Taehyung.” You spit, daring him to go against your warning tone.

He’s unfazed though, simply showing you a toothy grin before perching in the seat directly beside you.

“Why would I do that when I can sit with my favourite person?” He pouts mockingly and it takes everything in you not to bite back.

“Fine,” you force a smile. “I’ll move over.”

Your lecturer arrives just as you settle with a seat between you and Taehyung, beginning to take notes as class gets underway and refusing to let your attention stray anywhere other than your notebook and your lecturer.

Twenty minutes in, you feel someone nudge your elbow, subtly glancing over to be met with Taehyung’s quirked lips over his success in gaining your attention.

“What.” You deadpan.

“I’m bored.”

“We’re literally in the middle of class.” You exasperatedly whisper.

“And? Talk to me.” Taehyung whines, keeping his voice low enough to not get caught out for talking but loud enough for you to hear his desperation.

You close your eyes briefly, mustering up the patience you need to get through this. You’re not even friends, you shouldn’t have to put up with this.

Your eyes reopen once you’ve taken a deep breath, glancing around the room to make sure you haven’t drawn any attention in your general direction. Thank goodness you’d chosen to sit right at the back today.

By the time you’re looking at Taehyung, he’s already managed to steal your notebook from under your nose and begun to draw doodles in the margins.

“Tae, give that back.” He doesn’t move his eyes away from the paper, but you know he’s heard you, his telltale smirk giving him away.

Taehyung finds it incredibly amusing how obviously scared you are about being called out for taking. But if he’s being completely honest, the reason for wanting your attention is because he likes how you become all soft, calling him Tae instead of bitterly spitting Taehyung at him like you normally do.

He freezes when your hand grabs onto his wrist, doodling halting abruptly and eyes almost popping out of their sockets from the touch. In all the times that he’s pestered you during class before, never had you touched him to get your stuff back. You gasp upon the tingling sensation that jolts through your arm, leaving your skin burning in its wake.

Your touch is fleeting, but Taehyung can feel the imprint of where your delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist for ages after.

Without another word, he slides your notebook back to you and you both remain silent until the end of class. You don’t dare sneak a single look at him, feeling freaked out from what had just happened between you. Did he feel it too?

Even as Taehyung leaves class to head home, he finds himself replaying it all. Over and over and wondering what it would be like to really hold your hand.

~

It’s two days until your sisters huge engagement party and you’re still boyfriend-less.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at himself when he notices you sat on your own, knowing fully well that despite wanting to keep away from you, he’s going to end up seeing if you’re ok. So, he’d backed off from trying to annoy you since Renaissance Lit, he’s not a wuss, just a little spooked because he’s never felt a connection with someone so strong from a single touch. He’s never craved a person as much as he has since that moment.

Although, when he thinks about it, it becomes apparent that maybe he has always craved you. Just not it the way he does now. He always wanted your attention, getting such a big kick out of riling you up and throwing spiteful comments back and forth with each other. But now he craves your attention in a different way and it’s slowly driving him crazy how he doesn’t know what to do to get it.

Seeing you now is his chance.

Taking a seat on the bench beside you, he feels his expression soften upon you lifting your head to reveal your red, puffy eyes. You’d clearly been crying.

“Go away.” Your wobbly voice trembles.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” He softly speaks, hoping to convey his intentions aren’t to pester you, but to provide some clearly needed support.

You eye him up, unsure of whether you can really trust him at first. But the way he waits so patiently, without a hint of his usual obnoxiousness, makes you cave in.

“Promise you won’t laugh.” You point a finger at him, continuing when he nods. “I told my parents that I have a boyfriend and now they want me to bring him to my sisters engagement party on Saturday.”

Taehyung’s face contorts in confusion, airing his thoughts.

“You have a boyfriend?”

“No! That’s exactly my problem.” You hide your face in your hands, not only feeling stressed but embarrassed at confiding in someone about it all.

“Why’d you say you did then?” Taehyung can’t help the snicker that breaks past of his lips.

“You don’t know my parents ok!” You don’t want to share the amusement that Taehyung finds in the situation, but saying it out loud makes you realise how silly it is. Up until now it had only been in your head. “They have always put my sister on a pedestal, praising how perfect she is while I’ve been the poor little (Y/N) hiding in her shadow.”

Taehyung understands where you’re coming from. He gets what it’s like having to live up to impossible expectations from people; his parents included.

“I know exactly what you mean.”

“Really?” You raise your brows in surprise. He nods, looking a little solemn.

“My parents have always put so much pressure on me, my life has pretty much been mapped out from my first day.” He begins.

“My father wants me to follow in his footsteps as a successful football player, he practically payed for my scholarship into college because of his generous donations to fund the sports auditorium.”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is for everyone to know you as the star player of the team when you feel like a fraud for being there? I got my reputation because of my family name, not my talents. While everyone else had to work hard…”

You’re gobsmacked at Taehyung’s vulnerability. Of course, you were no stranger to the fuss everyone makes over him. He’s the guy that everyone wants to be or be with. But that fact he feels like he doesn’t deserve any of it is heartbreaking.

Ok, so you and him have never really seen eye to eye. He’s annoyed you to the end of the earth. But, you’ve always thought he had a good personality, despite his cockiness. Everyone loved being in his company and, just because you didn’t get along, doesn’t mean you never saw why he was so admired, or witnessed how skilled of a football player he really is.

“You’re so much more than your fathers plans for you, you know.” You send him a supportive smile, hoping that these things you seem to have in common are the beginning of a fresh start for you both.

“You’re so much more than the overshadowed little sister.” Taehyung comforts as you share a smile.

“Thanks.” You try to hide the flush of warmth that courses through you from his compliment. “I just wish my parents could see that.” You mumble, more so to yourself.

“I can help you out with your boyfriend problem if you want?” He suggests after a moment of thought and you instantly hesitate.

“Oh no-” you stumble over your words, appreciating his kind offer, but also not wanting to put that pressure on him. “You don’t want to be dragged into that mess.” You awkwardly force a laugh.

“Sure I do.” Taehyung shrugs, mildly amused by your reaction. “I understand, remember.”

And there’s the light return of his teasing, now more like banter between friends than before. Maybe Taehyung is the answer to your problems…

~

Agreeing for Taehyung to play your fake boyfriend - the only way to get you to agree to it - had actually lifted a massive weight off your shoulders. However, that doesn’t mean that you’re in the clear. No way. If anything, the pressure has just shifted onto making sure that you are a convincing couple with a convincing story of how you met. And you have limited time to prepare.

“Just remember-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. They have to think we’re in love. Don’t worry.”

It’s annoying how nonchalant Taehyung is about the whole situation, cutting your final reminder off as you step up to the porch of your parents house.

Since you confided in each other on the park bench, there’s been positive development in your relationship. While there’s still a lot of teasing and bickering going on, there’s no malice intent behind any of it anymore.

“Seriously Tae.” You send him your best puppy eyes. He feels his insides melt a little at your pleading gaze, nodding in a silent promise to you, before taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together; you need to be convincing from the start.

Your throat hitches with an inaudible gasp from the touch, feeling a warmth blossom inside your stomach. Not that you have much time to think about it.

Your focus snaps to the front door as it swings open to reveal your mother, unthreading your fingers from Taehyung’s so you can greet her with a warm hug as she welcomes you inside.

“And this must be the lovely boyfriend (Y/N)‘s been hiding from me.” You roll your eyes at your mothers subtle dig at you. She’s all smiles as she eyes Taehyung. Clearly he passes all of her superficial checks.

“I’m Taehyung.” The smile that he sends to your mother could melt a million hearts, you’re sure of it. And her delighted chuckle proves your assumptions right.

“Please, come in and meet everyone.” Your mother encourages, guiding you both into the living room where most of your family have gathered. You feel Taehyung place his hand on your back, meeting your nervous gaze with a fond smile.

You’re not sure what’s in store for you, but you somehow have faith in Taehyung. You just hope your gut is right.

~

It’s about an hour later and the family gathering has been going well so far. You were actually surprised by how charming Taehyung was being. Everyone that he’d spoken to had been mesmerised by his charisma. He’d laughed with your father, complimented your mother on her home, he’d even sat with your grandparents - notorious amongst you and your cousins for being the hardest to win over in your family - and spoken to them about what you were like as a child.

Never had you been so enamoured by someone in your entire life. And yet, here you are, enchanted by the one person you never thought you would be.

Excusing himself from your grandfather, Taehyung makes his way towards you as you pour yourself another glass of wine. With your back turned to him, he sees his chance to surprise you. His devilish grin grows wider as his fingers reach out to pinch your waist, laughter bubbling out of him as you let out a yelp, loosing your balance and stumbling backwards into him. You just thank God that you had placed the wine bottle back on the table and hadn’t already picked up your glass.

Taehyung’s hands, still ghosting your waist, firmly catch onto your body, bringing your back safely into his chest to stop you from stumbling any further.

“Little bitch!” You hiss at him through gritted teeth, sending him a side-eye as you feel his chest continue you rumble with hushed laughter. He can never resist trying to wind you up.

“I’m taller than you my love.” Your heart flutters at his endearment.

“Fine. Big bitch.” You spit, suppressing the effect he really has on you.

You roll your eyes when you hear him mutter a “that’s more like it.”, pressing a quick peck just below your ear before he steps away from holding you to, instead, approach your mother as she calls his name; beckoning him over to introduce him to one of your cousins.

But all you can think about is how firm his chest felt against your back and how empty your waist feels where his large palms held you just seconds ago. You hate how fast he’s made your heart beat and the smugness that radiates off of him from taking every opportunity to tease you.

But two can play at that game.

Picking up your glass once again, you approach where Taehyung is stood with your cousin and mother, leaning into his side as soon as you reach him. His arm instantly snakes around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You cast a glance up to read Taehyung’s face, feeling dissatisfied by his lack of reaction to you. He might very well be holding you right now, but you’re not entirely convinced he realises you’re beside him. He hasn’t even looked at you.

Its not until about a minute later, when your cousin mentions something about receiving honours at his graduation that it dawns on you what to do next.

“Tae, baby, you should tell them about your football scholarship.” Glee fills you when you notice his eyes widen, finally flicking down to meet yours. You know how much he hates talking about it.

“Oh no, it’s really not that big of a deal.” His astonished gaze turns to address your mother as she urges for him to elaborate.

“Don’t be so modest!” You place a hand on his chest, “He’s amazing.” You turn to your mother.

You feel almost dizzy from the way he subtly squeezes your waist in his hold, knowing it serves as a warning for you to shut up. But, if there’s one thing Taehyung should know about you more than anything else, it’s that you aren’t going to listen to him.

“Mr. Team captain here has scouts from the league coming to his next game.”

You didn’t think it could get any better than your mothers giddy squeak until, seconds later, she’s calling the attention of the entire room to announce proudly about her daughters boyfriend’s achievements.

Taehyung’s mortified expression is priceless and if looks could kill you’d be long dead.

~

The second Taehyung sees his chance, he’s grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you out of the main room of the party. To anyone else it simply looks like he wants to be with you, his love, alone; announcing to the family members you’d been talking to about needing you to show him where the restroom is.

It appears that he has dragged you into your fathers study, slamming the door shut behind you before you are manoeuvred around by your pissed off looking boyfriend - fake boyfriend.

You can hear your extended family from the next room as Taehyung pushes you up against the door that divides you from the gathering. With a large palm resting on the wooden frame on either side of your head, Taehyung seems to loom over you more than ever.

“Baby.” Your heart races upon hearing the name, despising yourself a little for how much you love the way it tumbles from his lips. And the smirk that forms in the wake of his words makes you shiver. He leans down ever so slightly as he addresses you.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes heavy into your ear, his next whispered nickname making the skin it caresses inflame. “Don’t think I didn’t notice exactly what you tried to do earlier.”

You shift uncomfortably, fingers twitching at your sides and breathing becoming ragged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

A low timbre of a chuckle reverberates around you, sinking into your skin as Taehyung buries himself into the curve of your neck, nudging the strap of your dress down your shoulder with his nose. His smirk grazes your skin mischievously and you find your trembling hands grabbing onto his chest the second his teeth nip at the flesh below. He briefly pulls back when he hears you hiccup at the action before going back to place a delicate kiss over the reddening mark he’s made.

“You said you’d be good. That you wanted to be convincing.” Taehyung mumbles. “But so far all you’ve done is try to wind me up.”

“Like you haven’t been doing the same.” You fire back.

“It’s called showing chemistry, every relationship has some.” You let out a ‘Pft’ in disbelief.

“And what would you know about relationships?” You quip, raising a brow at him in challenge. But it’s true, what does he know? You’ve never seen him have a proper relationship, only heard the rumours about his recent flings.

“I’ll have you know that I was with my last girlfriend for almost two years.” The hands that had been pressed on the wall beside your head have now moved to your waist, giving each side a secure squeeze. “She cheated on me the same night I met you.”

Your mouth falls open, disbelief consuming you at his admission. You had no idea. And yet, thinking back to that time and the cold meeting you had, his terrible mood seems to make sense.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“It was a long time ago now. Forget it.” Taehyung’s reply is short. Despite it being a while ago, it’s clear he’s still holding a grudge over it. “Just remember that I’m saving you from humiliation in front of your family and I know what I’m doing. So don’t push it, especially with things I’ve told you in confidence.”

You nod, knowing fully well that it’s best to keep your mouth shut.

Leaning down to place a light kiss to your forehead, Taehyung interlaces your fingers through his properly before guiding you back into the main room.

He really is taking his role of fake boyfriend seriously. He’s so convincing in fact, that even you could be fooled into thinking it’s real.

~

“There you are.” Your mother races over. “Your sister has just arrived.”

You gulp, feeling a fresh wave of nerves wash over you.

It’s not that you don’t love your older sister, Ruby. Of course, it’s not her fault for your parents obvious preference towards her. And you’ve lost count of the amount of times she’s supported you when they haven’t. You’re more so nervous about introducing her to Taehyung.

Ruby is incredibly intelligent and good at reading people. Out of everyone that needed to be convinced, she’s by far the biggest challenge; she’s also the one that knows you the best.

Stood by the entrance with your father and her fiancée, Max, your mother is quick to pull you over to them; Taehyung in tow.

“I see mom’s managed to get you out of hiding.” Ruby laughs, pulling you into a warm hug.

She gasps, releasing you from the hug the second she spots Taehyung stood to your side. “And who’s this my baby sister has bought along?”

“Rubes, this is Taehyung-” You hesitate, but luckily for you Taehyung is quick to jump in.

“Your baby sisters boyfriend.” Taehyung adds, shooting you a devilish smile.

“I can’t believe you never mentioned a boyfriend to me before now.” Her eyes dart suspiciously between you both. You gulp down the rapidly raising nerves.

“Woah, beautiful ring!” You pull her attention onto the huge diamond that glimmers on her hand. Ruby raises it for you to get a better look.

“Incredible isn’t it?” She proudly beams.

“That must cost more than a house!” You exclaim, still jaw-dropped.

“Well Max just won a series of investors for his next project so…” she sheepishly trails off. Max owns a company that regenerates rundown and derelict buildings across the country through the support of investors and it’s become a huge success; from repurposing old factories into all weather sports facilities for the community, to creating new upscale apartment buildings in the old docklands, he’s made millions in the last year alone.

“Maybe Taehyung should take notes.” Ruby winks.

You let out a light “yeah…” laughing along to try and cover the awkwardness you feel. You know that from your sisters perspective, a real couple would most likely have discussed these things, especially if they were serious enough to be bought along to a family occasion such as the one you are at. However that’s not the main reason you feel on edge. But because you’ve seen Taehyung in a way you never thought you would today. You’ve really enjoyed acting like a couple in love and being on the receiving end of his affection. So the thought of being engaged to him has more of an affect on you that you thought it would.

You find your mind flicking back to when he’d dragged you into the room just before you sister arrived. How he had pressed you up against the wall, caging you in by his arms, looming over you like his prey. The loving nicknames that had tumbled from his lips, the gentle kiss he’d pressed to your forehead, the daring bite he’d nipped into your neck…

Your hand flies up to touch the very spot, suddenly self conscious of the mark that could possibly be visible.

“It’s mostly hidden by the strap of your dress, don’t worry.” You feel Taehyung’s hot breath as he whispers into you, his arms snaking around your waist as he hugs you from behind.

“Stop smirking.” You grumble, not needing to see his face to know the exact expression he’s pulling.

“You guys are too cute.” Ruby coo’s, unaware of the real reason as to why your face has gone as red as it is.

Feeling the heat creeping up your face further, you twist yourself in Taehyung’s hold to face him, burying your face into his firm chest. One of his hands makes it’s way from your waist to stroke the back of your head, his chest vibrating with laughter as you hear him answer “Cute? More like a devil disguised as an angel.”

You can’t help but snicker at his statement. Peeling yourself out from his board chest to look up at him. You feel all the air being sucked out of your lungs when you meet his eyes, no longer able to hide the way your body responds to him.

Thankfully your father steals Ruby away from you and Taehyung before any more comments are made and you’re able to escape back into the living room to rejoin the rest of your family without further interrogation from anyone. For a while at least…

~

As the celebrations continued further into the evening, you found yourself becoming more relaxed. Taehyung had really meshed well with your family and no one seemed to have any idea of the deceit you were carrying out in front of them.

It feels strange for you to think that only a matter of days ago neither of you could get along. Looking at you both now, anyone would think you’ve been in love from the very first meeting. But that’s entirely the purpose of Taehyung’s role.

Huddled into the corner of the cushiony sofa, you fondly observe the way Taehyung plays with your cousins young children. They love him. Infectious giggles bouncing around the room as he makes their favourite toys talk in funny voices or attacks them with tickles.

“It’s very sweet to see you so happy.” Ruby takes a seat beside you.

“How so?” You turn to her.

You watch the way Ruby chuckles from your bewilderment towards her statement, momentarily forgetting that she doesn’t know the truth. It feels strange to not have her in on the secret. She’s always been the one person you told everything to.

“Well, it’s rare you really let anyone in. But, I can tell that Taehyung understands you on a level beyond even myself.” Her perfectly delicate features become refined. “Like you were made for each other.”

You swallow the raising guilt, unable to detect if your sisters words are her sincere thoughts or if this is her way of sussing you out. Gosh you feel so paranoid.

As if out of nowhere you feel yourself begin to tremble, palms becoming clammy and throat dry. The air is thick, your breathing becoming laboured and your eyes glassing over.

You find yourself trying to get the words you want to say off your tongue. But they won’t come out. All that circles your mind is the way being with Taehyung has made you feel.

All you want right now is for him to save you from your sisters words. From your own thoughts of him. From yourself.

Just as you are about to begin spewing a jumble of word vomit, Taehyung approaches. With immaculate timing, like the true saviour he is proving to be, he’s crouched down in front of you.

“Baby are you alright?”

You peer into his chocolaty orbs, mouth dry from your distress. There’s a safety in his tone, a genuine concern for your well-being that makes you want to crash into him.

“I feel dizzy.” You manage to voice.

“I think I better get her home.” You hear Taehyung announce to your sister, complying in your disorientated state as he moves to help you stand, guiding your arm around his shoulders, before slowly helping you out of the room.

~

“Thank you.” You shyly smile as you arrive outside of your dorm with Taehyung. There’s a slight breeze that makes you shiver, the clear night sky speckled with stars. Taehyung stands in front of you, watching the way you tremble from the cold. He’s been abnormally quiet since you left your parents house. “Are you ok?” You lightly question, feeling relieved when a slow smile stretches across his lips.

The fresh air had helped clear you of your sickness and Taehyung had been so caring the entire time. He’s just relieved you are feeling well again. Although, he is curious about what your sister had said to you to make you react the way you did. Of course, he had been secretly keeping an eye on you the whole party, so he wasn’t ignorant to the fact that you had been completely fine until then.

“I know you were worried about how your family would be, but I had a really nice time.” Your gaze drops to your feet, growing timid at his sincerity.

“I did too.” You lift your head again. “You were the most perfect fake boyfriend.” You compliment.

“I know.” Taehyung playfully responds, flicking his imaginary hair over his shoulder. He so endearing you can’t help but to giggle at him.

“Well, I should head inside now…” You trail off, not quite sure how to say goodbye when there’s a huge part of you that doesn’t want Taehyung to leave.

“Get warm, ok?” Taehyung’s hand reaches out to hold your shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze. You nod.

The silence that settles between you is comfortable, neither of you breaking eye contact or attempting to burst the little bubble that seems to be surrounding you by moving away.

You’re sure you see a flicker of longing flash behind Taehyung’s eyes, finding yourself hoping for him to make the next move. And it takes everything in you not to raise up onto your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek like you so desire, instead drawing your bottom lip in under your teeth to suppress the feeling.

“I’ll see you soon.” You feel yourself deflate as he utters his final goodbye, his hand lifting from your shoulder to bid you a final wave.

“See you soon…” You mutter to yourself, out of earshot of Taehyung.

It really sucks to watch him walk away…

You’re woken the next morning by a call from your mother. In your half awake state you almost miss what she says, simply assuming that it would be praises of how well the engagement party went and wanting your thoughts (and affirmation) on its success.

That’s why you almost choke on air when you hear her informing that she will be running errands near your campus tomorrow and thought it would be a fantastic idea to meet you and Taehyung for lunch. There’s no way for you to get out of it either, your mother always gets her own way.

This was not part of the plan. Your deceit is meant to be over. You’d succeeded in fooling your family about your perfect relationship. But apparently you’d succeeded so well that you mother wants to involve you in her daily plans. Which has never happened to you before.

It’s Sod’s Law. The one time you lie. The one time you manage to impress your family. The one time you’re not stuck in your sisters shadow and now your mother takes an interest in you.

You have no idea where to begin. Your brain is buzzing with too many thoughts to make sense of what is logically best to do first.

You suppose you need to talk to Taehyung…

~

Part two

[inadaydream99]

They Shut Their S/O Up With A Kiss ~ With The Boyz

A/N - Thank you to the anon who requested this!

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in really life and is for entertainment purposes only!

Sangyeon

He’d had a rough day, surrounded by his incredibly loud friends from sunrise to way beyond sunset. The only thing that had kept Sangyeon going was the thought of coming home to you at the end of the day.

With a banging headache, he’d returned home to find you pacing the room, stressed. It turns out you’d both had exhausting days and as much as he wanted sleep, he knew he needed to try and get you to settle too.

So Sangyeon let out a light sigh before coercing you onto the sofa, wrapping you tightly into his arms before telling you to offload it all onto him. It wouldn’t take long right?

Wrong.

An hour and a half later, you’re still ranting away. Not once have you come up for air and Sangyeon is beginning to drift off.

He finds himself, in his half dozed state, watching your lips, entranced by the speed at which they speak. They look so pillowy soft. So cosy. So sleepy…

The next thing he knows, his lips are on yours. Putting an end to your rambling with a lazy kiss.

And when you finally pull apart, you’re silent and staring at him speechlessly.

Jacob

You’d been going on for almost an hour now, ranting away to him about this annoying coworker of yours and it was slowly driving Jacob insane.

He had to shut you up!

In the nicest way possible, of course.

Before his mind has registered his actions, he’s leaned in and crashed his lips against yours.

It’s a little more aggressive than he’d intended it to be, but Jacob’s worry eases when he feels you kiss back.

It’s like all of the anger that you’d been letting out through words is now being conveyed through your passionate kisses. Gradually falling deeper and deeper until you’re both so lost in each other’s lips that neither of you can remember how it started.

Maybe Jacob should kiss you aggressively more often…

Hyunjae

You screamed in joy when you spotted the tiny puppy running up to you. Literally screamed. So loud. In the middle of the park.

Jaehyun has never wanted the ground to open up and swallow him so much, sending passers by an embarrassed smile as they scour in your direction.

It’s ironic really. Usually he is the one drawing attention and being loud.

It’s not until after he’s finally managed to tear you away from the adorable puppy that he regrets his decision. Because you won’t stop going on about how cute it was and how much you want one yourself.

And while Jaehyun does agree on all of your points, your constant need for his approval that getting a pet together would be great is slowly driving him insane.

In a moment of desperation, Jaehyun pulls you off the sidewalk, onto the grass verge of the park and backs you into the base of a giant tree.

Gasping, you go to ask him what he’s doing. But before you have a chance, his lips are smashing into yours and your mind instantly goes void of everything but him.

Younghoon

He’s sulking and you’re completely oblivious.

Ok, so maybe Younghoon was the one to invite you backstage of the festival where, like The Boyz, many other groups that were performing were getting ready. But he’d thought you’d be unfazed being surrounded by so many different famous groups; you’re never fazed by his own.

But here you are - as you have been for the longest time - gushing to your boyfriend about spotting your favourite idol.

Of course, Younghoon can’t do anything about it right now because there’s lots of people around and your relationship isn’t public. Hence why he’s simply sat beside you, trying not to be jealous over all of the compliments you’re giving someone else.

Until he has a brilliant idea…

Quickly standing up, Younghoon grabs you by the wrist and drags you away from the main area. He doesn’t stop until you reach a hidden corner, ignoring your protests the entire way.

Finally, he’s pressed you into the wall, shielding you with his body as he finally pulls you onto a kiss. It’s feverish but soft, delicate but domineering. Proving that he knows exactly how to get you to focus on him and no one else.

Juyeon

You’re sick. Shivering and sweating as you lay cocooned under your duvet. Your body aches from laying still for so long. But the second you try to get out of bed the nausea becomes too much.

Juyeon has been the most amazing boyfriend, doting on you the entire time. He’s fed you, regulated your medicine, made you warm baths and practically run around like a headless chicken for the past few days, answering your every beck and call.

Right now, he’s snuggled into bed with you. Your body wrapped in his, your back to his broad chest and the soothing rise and fall of his breathing trying to lull you into rest.

Which you’d be able to do if your entire body didn’t feel like it was going to combust from the heat radiating off of him.

So you wriggle around, whining as your aching legs thrash and your sore throat croaks out complaints to an exhausted Juyeon.

Eventually, you’ve manoeuvred to face him, still whining. But he’s had enough of hearing your complaints.

His lips attach to yours gently, his hand under your chin to keep you from moving away. Finally, there’s quiet as you allow his kiss to relax you.

Until he mistakenly detaches and you begin complaining that he’s going to catch what you have…

Kevin

It’s sweet how excited you are over hearing of your best friends engagement.

You’d had to keep everything a secret, helping their partner plan the best proposal ever. You felt honoured. And now that it’s all over and you are finally able to talk about it, you haven’t come up for air.

Kevin doesn’t really mind because he loves how happy you truly are for your friend. But, after a very long time of you talking about it over dinner, when this time together was meant to be about you and him, Kevin decided that a change of topic was needed.

Except he wasn’t entirely sure how to do that without being rude…

As he watched you, Kevin just couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked, sat there on the opposite side of the table, with the biggest smile on your face.

So it’s understandable that he couldn’t help but to lean over the table to press what was meant to be a simple, quick peck to your lips, in affection.

As it turns out, that is exactly how to make you go quiet. He’ll remember that for next time too.

Chanhee

Chanhee loves you, he really does. But why now, of all times, did you have to be so indecisive.

He massively regrets giving you free reign over what movie to begin with. Because now he realises why you’ve always let him choose in the past… you won’t stop rambling away about the different options to choose from. To keep it simple, you’re scared of making the wrong choice.

Regardless of how many millions of times Chanhee tells you that it doesn’t matter what movie you choose, or that if you begin watching one and it’s not that interesting then you can change it, you don’t seem to be listening to him.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And Chanhee is desperate to get you to listen to him.

So he decides to be bold and leans over to connect his lips with yours.

For a split second he thinks he’s made the wrong choice, but then he feels your hand cup his cheek and your lips begin to reciprocate his movements.

Maybe it doesn’t matter what movie you eventually decide to watch… maybe you won’t need to choose one in the end…

Changmin

Changmin is sure that your eyes hold more stars in them than the entire galaxy. How can they not when they seem to glimmer so vibrantly, luring him into their depths as you passionately - and endlessly - give him your detailed thoughts on different books you think he’d enjoy reading.

He really shouldn’t have asked for reading recommendations from you, knowing what a bookworm you are.

But sometimes he just can’t help it. Sometimes he just craves seeing the way your entire being seems to light up from being given the opportunity to share your passions with him.

Where the line is drawn however, is when you begin detailing books with characters that you very clearly have fallen in love with.

And regardless of the fact that Changmin knows they are all fictional, the way you gush as if they are real causes his stomach to twist in jealousy.

His infatuated smile slowly falls from his face upon this realisation. He needs to get your focus onto him. Now.

You’re cut off mid sentence by the feel of your boyfriends velvety lips against yours, capturing your bottom lip and tugging on it.

It’s almost annoying how proud Changmin looks of himself as he pulls away, smirking at you as you stare at him in a combination of awe and disbelief. But he’s got what he wanted, you’re definitely only thinking about him now.

Haknyeon

His lips mould perfectly with yours, his hands holding your waist giving it a gentle, secure squeeze that makes you snicker into him.

Haknyeon had only intended to quiet you down with a quick kiss after you’d come to him on the verge of tears.

But it seems that you needed more comfort and intimacy than he’d expected. Not that he minds in any way.

What had happened was your sock clad feet had slipped on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and as you’d clung onto the counter top to stop from hitting the floor, you’d dropped your favourite mug in the process. And while that was upsetting, it’s not what bought tears to your eyes.

You’d foolishly bent down to pick up the pieces and slipped again, landing with a harsh thud, your palms landing directly onto sharp shards underneath you.

You’d rushed to Haknyeon instantly, blubbering to him what had just occurred. So, in an attempt to get you to calm down, he’d pulled you into him and kissed you.

And the instant your lips met, you’d forgotten about your cut up hands and broken mug.

Sunwoo

Sunwoo hadn’t meant to piss you off when he’d deliberately rushed into the bathroom and locked the door the second you’d announced you’d needed to use the toilet.

It’s just the typical antics between you. Harmless and mischievous on any other day. But not when he’d already annoyed you that morning by having the last of the freshly made coffee…

It’s petty domestic stuff that he’s doing to try and get a raise out of you for some unknown reason. Maybe he’s bored? Sunwoo isn’t really sure. All he knows right now, is that he finds it incredibly hot when you get angry with him.

He can hear you spitting his name along with multiple angry threats from the opposite side of the door. Your fist hitting the dense wood with harsh thuds repeatedly.

However, once his amusement has died down and your agitation to use the bathroom continues to echo, Sunwoo begins to regret his antics. Problem is, he’s sure that if he just opens the door it won’t do anything to stop your scolding towards him. He needs to think of a tactic to calm you. And quick.

It all happens so suddenly; the door swinging open to reveal your boyfriend, one of his hands reaching out to cup your cheek while the other grabs your waist and pulls your body flush against his, before his lips finally capture yours desperately.

It’s takes you a minute to register what he’s playing at, initially responding to his kiss without resistance before you realise he’s trying to get out of trouble.

So you pull away, weaving yourself out of his grip before sliding past him and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, Sunwoo hears you shout one final warning through the door about not messing with you anymore today.

Eric

He’s beside you, unable to stop moving and fidgeting as he tries to wait for you to finish replying to a friend. All Eric wants is your attention.

But he lacks patience at the best of times. So this is proving difficult for him.

You can hear him letting out whines in complaint from your side, feeling the annoyance of his immature behaviour bubbling up until you finally look away from your phone to briefly glare at him.

He tugs on your arm the second your attention is back on your phone, reading the message you’d just received, and that’s when you loose it with him, telling him that if he can’t wait one more minute then he should just leave you alone.

So he does. Getting up and walking away from you in a sulk while you’re preoccupied by making arrangements with your friends. The second you realise he’s actually gone you feel terrible and decide to search for him to apologise.

Not that you get a chance to, becuase the second you spot your pouty boyfriend and begin to open your mouth to say sorry, he’s grabbed you and crashed his lips onto yours.

The only type of apology Eric wants is in the form of your attention. So that’s what he’s going to get.

[inadaydream99]

Their Protectiveness Over You

OT7 NCT Dream, very fluffy, mildly suggestive, gender neutral reader

A/N - When inspiration strikes! I’ve also been contemplating doing this for 127 - let me know if I should!! ☺️

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life. Some possessive behaviour which may be triggering. Any warnings I’ve missed, please let me know!

Mark

He’s pretty chilled when it comes to you. He knows you can handle yourself. And doesn’t want to be that overbearing, overprotective boyfriend. Besides, he trusts you. With all his heart.

…So why does he feel the need to wrap you up in cotton wool?

Literally. There was even a time when you were unwell and Mark actually wrapped you in layers and layers of blankets until you were practically held hostage by the cocoon your worried boyfriend had secured you into.

The whole time, Mark was by your side making sure you were hydrated, fed and comfortable until you were better.

And the don’t-lie-to-me look he gave you when you tried to convince him you were feeling better, even though you clearly weren’t, had you simultaneously feeling incredibly guilty for trying to lie to him and your heart doing summersaults in your chest.

One thing you should know about your relationship with Mark is that while he may come across as naïve, he can’t be fooled easily. At least by you… And he WILL NOT stop pampering you until he is sure you’re 100% better.

“Dude, I’m better already!” You hide your sniffle through a laugh.

“Don’t dude your loving boyfriend like that,” He’s unable to hide his cheesy smile. “And come cuddle me, I saw you sniffle just then.”

Renjun

An adoring protective. And by this I mean like he’s never more than a few steps away from you when you pay him a visit. A little because he knows how overwhelming the others can be. But mostly because he just adores you so much.

Renjun won’t admit it publicly, but he revels in being able to take care of you and give you lots of affection.

Loves to run you hot baths filled with bubbles and wash your hair for you. And insists on combing your hair afterwards. He makes every domestic act so intimate by the lingering touches and soft kisses he presses to your skin.

He looks at you like your his whole world and makes sure that everyone knows you’re his love.

He hates anyone making jokey comments about your relationship, particularly the Dreamies (more often than not it’s Haechan because he is jealous of you and wants Renjun all to himself).

“Gorgeous calm down, it was only a joke.” You cling onto your boyfriends arm to keep him weighted to you. He looks like he’s about to launch himself at the group of his laughing friends after they had been teasingly questioning you on how romantic Renjun is. It was all in good nature after all.

“At least I have someone to be romantic with.” He grumbles, his anger slowly subsiding the longer you cuddle into him.

Jeno

Protective when provoked. It’s like Jeno is just waiting for the right moment to spring up from the sofa where he watches you in the kitchen, so he can jump in and take the knife away from you and cut the remaining vegetables himself.

He’s doesn’t do that, of course. You’re more than capable of using sharp and potentially very dangerous utensils to prepare the meal that you so lovingly insisted on making for your boyfriend.

But then Jeno hears you swear under your breath, hissing at the stinging pain that courses through you. Yes, you’d accidentally cut your finger.

“I told you to be careful baby.” Jeno mumbles as he focuses on securely wrapping the bandaid around your finger, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a delicate kiss there afterwards.

“I was being careful, it just slipped.” You pout up at him, sending your best puppy eyes towards him in order to ease the guilt that radiates from him. You know he’s blaming himself for your mistake.

“Well, I’m going to finish dinner now.” Jeno presses another kiss, this time to your temple, his hands securing your waist in his hold.

And once you’ve eaten and settled down for the evening, Jeno will coerce you to lay on his chest so he can give you loads of affection.

Haechan

Smug protective. And Smug Haechan is the worst. Particularly when it’s because you’ve proven him right.

There he sits with the most irritating smirk resting on his lips, arms folded across his chest and one eyebrow raised. He knows he was right, the I-told-you-so look already pissing you off more than you would like to admit.

Nor do you want to admit you need his help right now… but this game is way harder to play than it looks and now you’re stuck in a vulnerable position where the opposing team could strike you at any moment.

“I know how to get you out of this mess…” You shoot him daggers, warning him to speak another word.

“I’ll cut off your tongue if you don’t- nooooo!” You cry out, the screen going grey and your controller no longer being able to control your character… no matter how many times you angrily press every button…

“It’s ok baby.” You remain still as your boyfriend envelops you in his arms, forcing you into his chest and tucking his face into your neck. “I’m still proud of you.”

You have no words for his supposed comforting. Instead you sigh, letting yourself cuddle into him and relax. After all, it doesn’t really matter that you are terrible at video games when you’ve got such a snuggly boyfriend.

Jaemin

So laid back half the time he doesn’t realise that he should be paying more attention to you.

He’s not really phased by much. But, oh boy, does he get riled up and incredibly protective over you if he ever sees you upset. Jaemin is very good at reading your emotions and knows how sensitive you can be at times.

Which is why, when you were out together for dinner and bumped into a colleague of yours - that Jaemin knows for a fact you haven’t had the nicest experiences with - he becomes quite serious and protective of you.

Not only did he have his hand outstretched across the table, holding onto yours. But he also decided to play footsie under the table as a form of subtle distraction for you.

However, despite his ministrations to soothe you, Jaemin remains stoic.

Long gone is his soft smile and lighthearted jokes. In their place is his stern frown and displeased gaze, watching your colleagues every move.

“Jaem, it’s ok.” You whisper to him the second your colleague has gone, pleading him to relax.

“Sorry, but I can’t stand them knowing they have caused you so much stress and upset at work.” Jaemin sighs, his expression softening when he takes notice of how worried you look.

You simply rub the pad of your thumb over the back of his hand, still holding onto yours like his life depends on it. And while it makes his loving smile return, it’s obvious that your boyfriend is going to be a little more protective of you for the rest of the evening.

Chenle

Protective as a warning.

It’s like a switch is flicked when Chenle gets protective. Gone is the giggly and smiley boyfriend you know and love and in his place is his serious words and predatorial gaze.

ALWAYS makes it publicly known that he is your boyfriend. Seriously. Whenever he meets someone new he will introduce himself as (Y/N)’s boyfriend before actually saying his name.

And don’t even get me started on if another person so much as makes eyes at you, let alone flirts with you.

Chenle is immediately there, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from your admirer. He doesn’t take you anywhere secluded though. No. He doesn’t care who else sees, just pushes you up against the closest wall and crashes his lips onto yours.

“There’s too many people here that want you tonight,” he pulls away with an evil smirk. “So I need to mark my territory.”

“Don’t be so jealous!” You giggle, accepting him as he delves back in for another kiss.

Jisung

Quietly protective. Like he does it in a way that doesn’t immediately scream protective, but it definitely is.

When you’re with Jisung, he always finds a way of holding you. Whether that’s holding your waist, back hugs with his chin resting on your shoulder, hand holding or subtly linking pinky fingers, he’s there by your side.

There was even one time when he resorted to putting his hand in the back pocket of your jeans because you were walking along the street together and both of your hands were carrying things. He didn’t know what else to do and the anxiety of not keeping a protective hand on you to keep you from falling over if you tripped was eating him alive.

Of course, that then started off his obsession with your butt. It’s like his hand gravitates there automatically. He’s so shameless about it, that even if you’re wearing pants that don’t have back pockets, he’ll just hold your ass in his palm. His intentions are innocent more often than not though. However sometimes…

“Your butt looks great in these pants.” You hear his voice whisper into your ear as he steps up behind you, his hand giving your ass a good squeeze.

“Sungie, anyone could walk in.” You whine. Although, you don’t try to move his hand away…

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Kisscapades

Enemies to friends to lovers, college au, fem reader

A/N - Just something I felt like writing that turned out to be longer than I’d intended. Honestly, I’m not sure how happy I am with this?? Feedback is always appreciated ☺️

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only!

It all started with his alluring eyes and heart-melting smile. From across the loud room filled with an unending sea of students, you spotted him and fell for his charming looks in a matter of seconds. Possibly a little shallow of you, yes. Particularly as you didn’t even know his name. But you were willing to acknowledge the truth of your initial attraction towards the handsome man across the room if it meant you got to speak to him.

To your dismay however, you had found that the guy behind those ethereal features was nothing but arrogant and rude. And to make matters worse, it seemed to be directed only towards you.

Changmin, you had learned, was a part of the dance society with your mutual friend Juyeon and considered a charismatic, friendly person. Even Juyeon was surprised by his friends treatment towards you. Never had he witnessed such a harsh temper from him.

It was in the aftermath of your first unpleasant encounter with Changmin that you decided you’d never allow yourself to fall for him. It doesn’t matter how attractive you found him, you have been enlightened to what an awful personality he has.

With your ego punctured a little from the blow of Changmin’s attitude, you were thankful to not share any classes with him. Luckily for you, you took polar opposite major’s; his in dance and yours in biology. The consolation from that first unpleasant meeting being that you wouldn’t have to encounter him relatively often.

Except, even with the limited possibilities of you and Changmin being in the same place at the same time, he still seemed to attend every party you did. Sometimes it felt impossible to avoid him. As much as you tried to.

If you couldn’t already feel his scornful stare burning holes into your skin from across the room, that would most likely be because he’s already sought you out for a battle of snarky comments or he’s tried to destroy your fun by grabbing everyone’s attention through his immaculate dancing, earning copious praises from his many admirers, much to your displeasure. And the triumphant beam that would arise on his face was only more irritating.

After a few more encounters, you began to bite back at Changmin and his ways of making you miserable. First, you decided to simply ignore his presence. No looking at him, no acknowledging his existence and especially no answering to his tormenting calls of your name. He really didn’t like that. And when Juyeon had rushed over to you to inform that Changmin had left the party early in a sulk, you felt like you’d finally won.

Except, the next time you attended the same party as him, he bit back harsher than ever.

Changmin was pissed off to learn that you had a massive crush on the guy he’d been watching you fawn over the whole night. He’ll admit that Lee Jaehyun is attractive and widely liked. But, that only seems to fuel the fire in the pit of his stomach.

He has to get your attention.

It took him a while of quiet observation and careful planning, but when the beer pong contest was announced and he noticed that you had teamed up with Jaehyun for a game of pairs, the perfect idea struck Changmin like a bolt of lightening.

“Aim like this.” Changmin watches from the back of the crowd circling the table as Jaehyun gives you a tutorial on how to take aim at the other teams cups.

If it really were possible to have steam coming out of his ears, then Changmin would have fogged out the entire room just from watching the way you cradle into Jaehyun’s embrace as he stands behind you and holds your hand. The way he guides your arm in a practice throw has Changmin practically seeing red. And your timid giggle and heated cheeks made a sharp pain pierce through his chest.

The way you react to Jaehyun’s touch is almost too much for Changmin to passively watch. So he storms off to find some much needed fresh air before he does something that he’ll regret.

His plan to get your attention will just have to wait a little longer.

~

So you’ve won every game of beer pong so far, and despite Younghoon and Juyeon landing some shots, you’ve managed to come out of both games pretty sober. Well, in comparison to poor Younghoon who had to chug four cups in a row and is now very rosy cheeked.

Jaehyun wasn’t as lucky as you, and found himself taking a step back from the competition when it became apparent that he was struggling to stand properly without holding onto the table in front of him.

Since then, you’ve been playing singles matches and the mostly still sober Juyeon had assumed role of referee.

“Anyone care to take on the challenge, or are you all too chicken?” You boast, casting a look around the table to see if anyone thinks they can beat you.

“You might be good, but there’s no way you’ll win against me baby.” Changmin’s challenging glare and the way he condescendingly calls you baby makes a shiver go up your spine. He steps up to the opposite side of the table with a confidence that makes you tremble.

“Try me.” You level his stare before picking up the first ping pong ball and squinting as you line up your target.

Landing it perfectly in the cup, you throw him a look to signify for him to down the drink, folding your arms and waiting impatiently. But Changmin is yet to be fazed by you and carelessly gulps down the beer in one mouthful, without so much as breaking the intense eye contact between you.

“I hope you’re thirsty.” You hear him mutter as he takes aim for his first shot. And suddenly, your mouth runs dry.

A chorus of cheers bellow from his end of the table the second the ball lands in your cup. But you’re not going to give him any satisfaction of enjoying the score. No. Instead, you drink the contents of the cup and manage to score your next throw within a matter of seconds.

You don’t know what’s more priceless, the sudden silence on Changmin’s side as the people surrounding you erupt into chaos, or the way Changmin’s cocky smile falls into a frown.

He knocks back the drink without complaint. However, when he succeeds his turn he remains calm and focused. Eyes still trained on you.

This game has just gone to another level.

Continuing to fire shots back and forth, it doesn’t take long for you to both be down to your final cups. You’ll admit, you’re feeling the effects of the alcohol by this point. It’s much harder to keep steady and aim so accurately. But you can tell that Changmin is feeling the same.

“Not so sure of yourself now.” Changmin smirks at you, watching the hesitation grow as you struggle to find the perfect angle to throw. With everything around you feeling a little hazy, it’s difficult to not let the affects of his velvety voice overwhelm your senses.

“I’m fine.” Your voice comes out uneven.

“You don’t seem so sure of that, sweetheart.” He propels back in an instant.

“Will you just shut up?!” You explode.

“Why?” Changmin tilts his head patronisingly. “Can’t handle it?”

His sickly sweet tone has your fist clenching the ping pong ball so tightly you feel it begin to crack under the pressure.

“When I win, you are not allowed to speak to me for the rest of the night.” You spit through gritted teeth.

“When I win, you have to stay with me for the rest of the night.”

He’s so sure of himself that you find yourself agreeing without considering his words. The only thing on your mind being how badly you want to wipe that irrationally gorgeous grin from his face.

The room is deathly silent as you ready yourself to make your final shot. You have to land this.

It seems as though time distorts into slow motion as you launch the ball in the direction of the final plastic cup that sits in front of Changmin.

You gasp as it hits the rim, bouncing off the side before smacking onto the table with numerous plasticky thuds.

“Such a shame.” Changmin’s condescending sympathy makes your bottom lip begin to tremble. So much so you have to bite down onto it to make it stop. “Now let’s finish this.”

You watch wordlessly as he skilfully makes his last throw with an air of smug confidence.

“Ha!” You exclaim the second the ball bounces out of the cup. “You missed too. So we’re even.”

“Absolutely not!” Changmin protests, turning to Juyeon for confirmation of what this means for the game.

“It’s a tie!” Juyeon announces nervously, his eyes darting back and forth between you and Changmin.

“Yeah!” You’re not as opposed to a tie with Changmin if it means getting away from him as soon as possible.

“So I guess that means, (Y/N), you have to stay with Changmin for the rest of the night. And Changmin, you aren’t allowed to speak.”

~

Without breaking eye contact, you’ve slowly backed Changmin up against the wall. If only you’d known how much power you had over his body ages ago. You would have been using it against him every day.

The moment Juyeon announced the compromise of the tie, you wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Both of you begged Juyeon to appease you from the others torment. But a deal was a deal, and you needed to follow it through.

So you’d spent the first hour standing with Changmin at the edge of the party, watching grumpily as everyone resumed dancing and having fun without you.

When you’d mumbled to Changmin that you were going to get a drink, he’d grabbed your wrist before you could leave his side, sending you a look, you assume daring you to try and get away from him. You waited for him to say something, but then you remembered that he wasn’t allowed to speak.

Smirking evilly, you manoeuvred your hand from his wrist and offered for him to hold your hand instead, before leading him into the kitchen so you could get the drink you’d been craving.

Arriving at the table, you went to free your hand from his, realising that you would be needing both hands to pour a drink, only to find that Changmin had taken the liberty of moving to hold your waist instead.

He snickered to himself upon your body going tense, but quickly shut up when you sent him a glare, “No making noise.” you scolded.

As you turned back to focusing on your drink once again, Changmin took the opportunity of being in the empty kitchen to move behind you and have both of his hands hold your waist.

You could picture the cocky smirk on his face. However, instead of finding it irritating, it made a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling begun to bubble inside of you. And, while you’d never ever admit this out loud, the way his hands securely held your waist made you feel safe; the prefect mix of delicate but firm.

Always wanting to one up him, you turned around in his hold and stared up at him. You watched every subtle contortion of his expression as you began your ministrations. The eyebrow raise as you placed both palms on his chest. The suppressed jagged breath as you leant up on your tip toes and let out a contented sigh. But your favourite of all was the deep gulp he made when you brushed your nose up the side of his cheek before you pulled away and bit down on the corner of your bottom lip.

That’s when he lost it.

Changmin’s resolve burst and the desperation to cave in to you was let loose. Never had you been dragged so quickly upstairs, into the first empty bedroom by anyone before.

You have to admit that it was impressive how throughout the whole ordeal, he hadn’t said a word.

So that’s what you find yourself trying to do now, pushing and pulling him in every way you can to make him break.

“We’ve always had a lot of tension between us, haven’t we.” You smirk, dragging the tip of your index finger up his chest slowly until it reaches his chin. There’s so many things Changmin wants to say back, biting onto his bottom lip so harshly he can taste his blood.

“Uh-uh.” You tut, using your finger to tug his lip away from his teeth. “That’s cheating.”

“You’ve been cheating too.” He grumbles.

“No speaking!” You complain, pouting up at him in an attempt to stop how much he’s making you want to smile.

An infatuated beam breaks out across his face in response, his hand moving from your waist to caress your cheek instead.

And the next thing you know, he’s closing off the space between you, his lips inching ever closer to yours.

When your lips finally collide it’s like an explosion of every intense emotion you’ve ever held towards the other overcomes you. The bashing of your lips becomes rushed and the air becomes thick from the heat of your berated breaths. You want to pull him closer but there’s no more room, already pressed up against each other in every possible way. Changmin’s hands squeeze your waist and yous reciprocate where they rest on his biceps.

You’ve never been closer and yet you still want more.

You whine when he detaches your lips for some much needed air.

“Stop being so needy. We have to breathe at some point.” He teases. You want to make a quip back at him about how he’s the one who initiated the kiss, but the way he looks at you with endearment behind his gaze makes you spent.

You’re done for now.

~

The next party you attend you find yourself backed up into a corner by Changmin, sly smirk resting across his perfect lips as his body looms over you. Wide-eyed and rendered speechless, you aren’t able to voice anything remotely coherent to him. So instead, you grab him by the back of his neck and force him to kiss you.

You can feel him smiling from the second your lips touch to the moment he draws back. But he doesn’t pull away too far, just enough for your lips to be ghosting.

“We should probably be a bit more social, don’t you think?” He whispers, taunting you with the fact that you’ve not left his side since you arrived to the party all those hours ago. But that’s the problem with Ji Changmin. Once you give into your desires, you never wanted to stop and it’s felt like an incredibly long week since he last held you, touched you, or kissed you.

“But what if I wanted to stay here, with you?” You gaze up at him, silently begging it’s enough to persuade Changmin.

Gone had the denial of feelings and the forced hatred towards each other. Instead, in the private spaces that you were able to momentarily claim as your own, you both let your guards down and melted into one another.

He contemplates for a moment and you take the opportunity to move your hands from where they were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck to instead smooth up and down his chest.

“I suppose we’ve already been gone too long for anyone to care where we are now.” He chuckles a little at the thought before wasting no more time in resuming your previous escapades.

~

The past month has been hectic, particularly as the end of the semester looms ever closer. With it, it brings assignment deadlines and a lot of stress. And so, you’ve found yourself attending parties less frequently than before. Which has meant that if you’ve wanted to see Changmin, you’ve had to get a little creative.

What started as you not so mistakenly texting him, pretending to think it was Juyeon and asking what time he finishes class, had then proceeded to become a fiery back and forth between you. That was until he’d suggested that you meet him after class instead.

And so you did.

As it turns out, dance and biology have something in common, the buildings are right beside each other on campus and neither you nor Changmin ever realised. While there would have been a time where this information would have made you annoyed. It surprises you to know how convenient it really had been in helping you to fulfil your Changmin desires and vice versa.

Everyday you’ve been sneaking off after class and coming up with the most random excuses to Juyeon as to why you aren’t able to hang out with him, before rushing to the janitor’s closet at the back of the building to meet Changmin. It’s become your mission to beat him to your meeting spot, since he always seems to get there before you.

Although, you’re not really that mad to find him already leaning against the wall, mindlessly scrolling through his phone while he waits for you to arrive. In fact, every time you’re just about to turn the final corner there’s a small part of you that fizzes with anticipation of seeing him and it takes everything in you to suppress the smile that wants to break out across your face when you do.

“Late again.” Changmin smirks, sliding his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. You roll your eyes at him, letting out a huff as you grab his hand and pull him into the closet as quickly as you can.

Once inside, you waste no more time in practically jumping on him, crashing your lips into his impatiently. And although Changmin kisses back immediately - he always does - there’s a part of him that feels a little saddened by your lack of wanting to talk.

He gets it. To you it’s probably just a simple make out session, nothing more than to satisfy the part of you that craves affection. But over the course of your meet ups, Changmin has been missing - and longing - for your heated arguments and childish quips towards one another. In short, he misses actually talking to you.

Don’t get him wrong, he also loves being able to kiss you. And knowing how much you want him inflates his ego like nothing else.

He’s continuously refused himself to delve too deep into his feelings about you. But, for some reason, today he is unable to let go and just bask in the moment of you.

“Where are you going?” You pout up at him as he slowly detaches his lips from yours, watching as you chase them before your mind catches up that he’s pulled away on purpose.

“Just thought we could talk for a bit?” His voice is hesitant. He doesn’t know why it’s so much more nerve wracking to say out loud than in his head. You let out a breathy chuckle. It’s light and sweet and makes Changmin’s heart skip a beat.

“Why would we do that?”

“I just thought since we spend a lot of time together, it would make sense.” Changmin watches the way you react, hating how still and silent you have become.

When he subtly reaches out his hand and brushes his fingers along your arm, he pays close attention to the way goosebumps appear in the wake of his caress. He know you feel just as strongly for him as he does for you. Your body wouldn’t react to him that way if you didn’t, right?

“We agreed this wasn’t going to be anything more.” You remind him. But, the softness in your voice does nothing to settle the hurt that your words bring Changmin.

“Then I can’t do this anymore.” He tenses, creating as much space as he can between you in the small closet.

You stare up at him dumbfounded. Where has this all suddenly come from? You thought you were on the same page with your not-friends with benefits sort of deal.

“You clearly don’t feel the same and I should have never agreed to fraternising with someone I don’t have a chance with.” He slips out of the closet so quickly you don’t have a chance to stop him from walking away.

It’s not his words that upset you, but the thought that things have just reverted back to the way they were before: no more subtle touches, seeing his warm smile or hearing his infatuated laughter. No more secret rendezvous. No more Changmin.

~

The second Changmin crashes face first into his bed and lets everything sink in, he knows he made the biggest mistake of his life. He hates you for making him feel so used. But he hates even more that he has to convince himself of that fact that he doesn’t hate you at all. Although, some things never change because he’s been doing that since he first set eyes on you.

From the moment you were introduced to him by Juyeon, there was this instinctive reaction within Changmin that made him push you away. He doesn’t know what to call the feeling that you stirred up inside of him. All he remembers from your initial meeting was that little voice inside his head telling him that he’d never be good enough to get someone like you to fall for him…

Of course, that’s why he’s wanted to keep a distance between you throughout your little affair… Kisscapade, he likes to term it. Changmin knew that if he let himself go any further than that then it would only hurt a million times more when you were to inevitably get bored with him and no longer want to make out.

But he fell anyway. And, just like he’d feared, you hadn’t.

In an attempt to distract himself of the you sized hole in his life, he practices dance. He dances so much that there’s hardly a time over the next week that he’s not in the practice rooms on campus. Even Juyeon was surprised by how much extra time his friend was putting in. And this had, of course, all been relayed to you.

He was there all hours of the day, way after class and well into the night. Changmin would be the only one left in the building, still working over and over on his routine. He wouldn’t stop until he’d perfected every move.

Just like right now. Just after midnight on a Thursday.

With the music still blaring through the speakers, Changmin repeats the pre-chorus to himself with increasing frustration. He just can’t seem to get it right. And after one particularly big mess up, he growls vehemently, his hands pulling at the sweaty wisps of his hair as he thrashes himself around.

Until his eyes land on the figure watching him from the doorframe. You.

You go to open your mouth to say something the second you make eye contact. But you’re frozen in place. No words sounding as you watch the way Changmin’s eyes darken.

He launches in your direction before you have time to process anything, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he smashes his lips into yours.

“What on earth are you doing here?” His gruff voice interrogates as he pulls back, nipping your bottom lip so harshly that you yelp.

“I heard from Ju-”

You’re cut off by his lips once again, all the breath being sucked out of your lungs as you allow Changmin to practically devour you.

“Bullshit.” He spits.

You try to muster a soft smile, kind eyes refusing to break contact with him.

“I care about you.” You exhale, mumbling. “As much as I know you think I don’t…”

There’s a pause between you, only the sound of the heavy breathing between you.

The next thing you know, you can feel the pad of Changmin’s thumb gently swipe across your bottom lip, wiping away the blood from his angry bite. Your lips curl into a meek smile, watching as he reciprocates.

You take his silence and careful ministrations as an opportunity for you to continue.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away the other day.”

“You don’t need to be. I think we’re both guilty of that.” He chuckles, finally allowing a smile onto his face.

And as he leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours, he hears you whisper so gently before reconnecting your lips once again:

“Let’s be something more.”

[inadaydream99]

10 Things I Hate About You

Renjun x fem! Reader, angst to fluff, high school au, feat. NCT dream

A/N - inspired by one of my all time favourite movies! Also, this is a high school au, which is not usually my best, but it felt wrong making it anything except that consider what it’s inspired by 😂

Additional note: this is not trying to replicate the film.

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Mentions of alcohol/ drinking. Some explicit language. Any more I’ve missed, please let me know!

How did it come to this?

A person you used to find so much comfort in; used to want to be around all the time; used to care for more than anyone else in the world, now ignores your existence. To say that you don’t resent him a little would be a lie. But that doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

You used to be best friends, two fearless kids dreaming about their futures together and never once thinking anything could tear them apart. You fell in love with the way his smile would reach all the way to his eyes and the little crinkles that would form because of it. You fell in love with the sound of his laugh and the muted grumbles that tumbled past his lips whenever something annoyed him. But, most of all, you fell in love with him. Your best friend.

You knew you weren’t supposed to. But it felt like every coming of age movie showed the best friend as the knight in shining armour and the protagonists’ happily ever after. You believed Renjun was just that for you. He was your everything.

The problem was that you got tired of waiting for Renjun to notice you. He was always the more popular one, the one with good grades and many admirers. And as you grew older, you grew apart. In 9th grade, he began getting distant, only hanging out with you a few times a week. 10th grade, Renjun joined the football team and so you’d only get to see him if he didn’t have practice, which was a rare occasion. But by 11th grade, football had completely taken over his life. He was the promising future for the schools team and the most popular guy in the entire school. That was also the time he got a girlfriend, Elle. I mean, what’s the most popular boy without the most popular girl, right?

You on the other hand, had been completely outcasted by your so called best friend. So by the time you were in senior year, you were still a nobody, the shy girl in the corner. Completely unseen.

“I can’t believe Mr. Payne gave me a 84.” Mark complains beside you. The most studious person you’ve ever met and top of the class, he’s your only proper friend. You’re thankful to have Mark. Outcasts together, you always like to say. But, truth is, high school has never been that kind to either of you. “He’s such a-”

“Pain?” You smirk, finally lifting your head away from picking at the soggy fries on the table in front of you. Mark only rolls his eyes at you, letting out a dissatisfied huff.

“I’m just glad we don’t have long left in this hell-hole of a school.” He bitterly mumbles. Normally you’d find Mark amusing, but right now you’re too distracted.

From across the cafeteria you hear an eruption of laughter, your attention being drawn onto the left-hand corner, also known as the football teams table. From amongst the crowd of adoring people, there in the centre sits Renjun surrounded by his fellow members: Jaemin, Jeno, Donghyuck, Chenle and Jisung. While everyone else is having a great time, he looks heartbroken, but that’s not surprising considering he’d recently gotten dumped. Yes, Elle had dropped him for some college guy she’d met while on spring break. Apparently she’d dumped Renjun over text the day before school resumed.

You know you shouldn’t, but there’s still a part of you that clings onto the hope of him. That maybe if you look for long enough, he’ll look up and notice you, maybe even send you a small smile. Ever since he’d become single, you’ve found yourself fantasising about it even more.

“(Y/N), you’re staring again.” Mark sighs, snapping you out of your daydream. “I don’t know what you see in him.” Mark continues, watching as a frown overtakes your face.

You pick up a fry and begin playing around with it on your plate. “I just,” you sigh. “I know what he’s really like. And that is not the real Renjun over there.”

“(Y/N).” Mark grabs onto your wrist. Your eyes flicker up to meet his sympathetic look. “He got dared to put itch powder in my gym shorts last week.”

You wince at the thought, shaking your head. But you’re adamant that’s not a reflection of the person he is underneath. The football team are notorious for their pranks. He’s just lost himself in all the popularity.

“So prom isn’t far away.” Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ugh. Don’t even go there.” Renjun complains. “I was meant to go with Elle.”

“Oh forget about her.” Donghyuck pats his sulking friend on the back a little too harshly, earning a glare. “We’re going to find you someone much better.”

He looks a bit too confident in himself, but that just about sums Donghyuck up in everything really.

“You’re going to find someone better than the most popular girl in the school?” Chenle almost spit-takes his drink upon hearing Jeno’s disbelieving tone.

“No, but we can make one.” Donghyuck grins.

Renjun sends an unsure glance around the table. It seems that everyone gets what his friend means except for him.

~

As it turns out, Donghyuck’s plan is to find someone under the radar who the group can turn into one of them. It should be easy considering they know everything it takes to be a popular. Renjun only has to show slight interest in someone and the school will be all over them. It’s just, he needs to figure out who has the most potential…

“(Y/N)!” Chenle almost makes you drop your books as he jumps out from behind your locker door.

“Shit Chenle, do you want to give me a heart attack?” Your breathlessness makes Chenle feel triumphant.

Chenle knows so many people, he’s practically friends with everyone in your school, so you never really thought too deeply about it when he first took an interest in you. He’s one of the few people that makes you feel seen and so you’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for him.

You were actually seated next to each other in biology a few years back and, from then on, you’ve always been friendly with each other in passing. Like right now.

“I wanted to know if you’re free this Friday? I’m having a party.” He beams. You’re flattered to be invited, but knowing the crowd that will be attending, you don’t think it’s the right place for you.

“I would, but I- uh- have to-” your eyes glance around the hall, searching for anything to help you with a viable excuse. “I have piano practice.”

Really? That’s that best you could come up with?

Donghyuck sneakily observes from his locker a few doors away. Initially, he’d been curious as to why Chenle is giving you the time of day. But, as he sneaked glances, he finds your shyness quite endearing and that you are actually kinda cute in a subtle sort of way. He remembers from way back, when you and Renjun used to be close, and you’d wear the same braided piggy tails to school everyday. You’d always had a soft nature. Very approachable. Very likeable.

Very promising.

“Sup Chenle, (Y/N).” Your eyes widen when Donghyuck approaches, leaning on Chenle’s shoulder and turning his attention onto you. You feel yourself shrink under his confidences stare.

“(Y/N) here was just trying to get out of my party on Friday.” You suck in a breath at Chenle’s words. Why did he have to tell one of the loudest people in your school that information!

“Yeah, piano lessons, right?” Donghyuck smirks. “Can’t imagine anything more exhilarating!” The faux enthusiasm almost makes you laugh. Emphasis on almost.

“What’s going on here?” his voice hits you before you see him. Renjun joins Chenle and Donghyuck, seemingly blocking the only space you could have used as an escape route if needed. Now you’re just crowded into the wall of lockers.

“I’ve found some potential.” Donghyuck states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And it seems that maybe it is, because you’re the only one who’s confused.

~

“Absolutely not!”

“But why?” Donghyuck makes a scene as he chases after Renjun.

You’d managed to escape your entrapment against the lockers by the bell for final period. During which, is when Donghyuck had sneakily sent a text to Renjun explaining to him the reasons why you were the perfect choice.

The second class was dismissed, Renjun had bolted out of the classroom, through the corridors and out of the back exit towards the fields. Of course, Donghyuck was hot on his tail the whole way, both of them shouting back and forth to one another as Renjun desperately tried to get away.

“Give me one good reason.” Donghyuck stops Renjun by grabbing onto his shoulder, both of them now stood in the middle of the empty football field.

“Because!” Renjun’s fists are clenched, teeth gritted, unbelievably angry with his friend. “Because we have history.”

“Which is exactly why she’s perfect!” Donghyuck tries his best to convince. But it’s to no avail, Renjun letting out a huff of laughter as he begins to walk away once again.

“Think about it this way. (Y/N)’s invisible, we can literally shape her into anything we want.” Renjun stops in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see his friends pleading expression. “We- you know her better than anyone in this school. We can make her your dream girl, you’ll be back in a power couple, win prom king and leave the legacy you’ve always wanted…”

Prom king, football captain, scholarship to his choice of college…

Renjun hates that Donghyuck always seems to be right. Manipulating you into popularity would be easy considering his social power, he could still get his dream ending to high school.

“This isn’t me agreeing, but how exactly are we going to achieve this?”

Donghyuck’s smile is almost too elated over Renjun’s intrigue. The excitement is too much to contain.

~

“I thought you hated parties?” You raise a brow in Mark’s direction.

“That was before I’d actually been invited to any…”

You chuckle at him, lightly rolling your eyes at his reasoning. It seems funny but you understand where he’s coming from.

“Have you been to any?”

Mark’s question makes you feel a little uneasy. Similarly to him, you’re not really that into parties because it’s rare you’re invited. The last one you attended was when you were 13; the exciting, and definitely not awkward, time when you’ve just become a teen. It was also around the time that you noticed some of the people in your grade had become interested in relationships.

You remember you’d been roped into a game of spin the bottle - daring for you at the time - and everyone was giddy with the anticipation of kissing their crush. Of course, you were secretly hoping you’d get to kiss Renjun. So when Elle had spun the bottle and it landed on him you had tried your best to hide your disappointment. Of course, back then you weren’t mature enough to realise the depth of your feelings towards your then best friend Renjun. Nor were you too happy over the fact that the bottle had decided your first kiss would with with Donghyuck.

“Not really.” You hesitantly laugh, deciding you’d rather not relive that memory out loud.

“Then we should definitely go!” Mark enthusiastically tries to persuade.

Your mind flashes back to your earlier encounter in the hall, the obnoxiously cocky look on Donghyuck’s face and the way he’d made you feel pressured to attend. Then Renjun flashes into focus, the momentary concern behind his eyes before he realised it was you being practically held hostage by his friends. You know the sweet and caring person is still underneath the layers of his persona somewhere…

“Ok.” You nod. “Let’s go to Chenle’s party.”

~

Friday morning sees a fresh wave of anxiety wash over you. You’re exhausted; it feels like this week has lasted for an eternity…

On Wednesday, Chenle had sought you out while you were walking to history with Mark - who’s eyes had lit up when Chenle patted him on the back and began talking to him about Friday. Although, you have to admit, it was kind of cute seeing Mark and Chenle’s friendship blossom.

And yesterday had just been completely strange. What had started with Chenle joining you for lunch, had then introduced Jisung to your table, which then bought over Jeno (who cannot live for a second without Jisung). This meant that Jaemin joined your newly forming group, because you don’t get Jeno without him. Donghyuck then rushed over to join because he didn’t want to sit alone. Which, finally, led to a confused Renjun approaching his (now empty) usual lunch table, only to be called over to where you were all sat by the person who started it all; Chenle.

It felt weird and wrong and all sorts of awkward to have any of them hanging out with you in such a public place, no less being sat at the same table as Renjun himself. You could practically feel the eyes burning into you from onlookers around the cafeteria as he approached your table and took the last seat, right beside you. You’re too shy to even sneak a look at him, particularly with so many chances of getting caught by someone. So you remain quiet, head ducked down to keep your focus on the food you’ve now lost your appetite for.

But then the unexpected happened.

You felt a light nudge to your arm, flickering your eyes up to find Renjun already look at you. It feels as though time freezes as you make eye contact with him for the first time in years. His ebony eyes shimmer under the artificial lights, projecting a glimmering honey swirl that ignites a warm, fuzzy feeling in your stomach. The small smile that slowly stretches across his lips, although subtle, is inviting and you find yourself instinctively reciprocating with one of your own. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to elbow you.” His velvety voice washes over you and your heart hammers in your chest. You simply replied with an “It’s ok. Accidents happen.” Before the little bubble between you was burst and Renjun’s attention was pulled onto his friends.

“(Y/N)!” You jolt back into reality, feeling heat quickly raise up your neck. “You zoned out again.” Mark chuckles. It’s embarrassing enough how many times you’ve found yourself replaying your interaction with Renjun to yourself, let alone getting caught by anyone else and them figuring it out.

“Is she always like this?” Chenle teases and you let out a noise in protest when Mark nods yes back.

“It’s too early to focus!” Your justification seems pointless, Mark and Chenle simply laughing together.

As they begin to walk down the corridor towards first period, you find yourself third wheeling, quickly grabbing the books you need from your locker, slamming it shut without a care for how loud it is, and rushing after them to math.

“Do you really think this is going to work?” Renjun anxiously questions Donghyuck. The closer to math they get, the more nervousness Renjun feels bubble in the bottom of his stomach.

After hearing out each step of Donghyuck’s plan, he’d found himself convinced by his charismatic descriptions, painting the perfect outcome for Renjun. He knows Renjun too well, almost better than himself at times.

All Renjun has to do this morning is sit near enough to you to pass you a note during class. A little old school, yes, but Donghyuck is adamant that it’s a romantic gesture. Or at least, it’s sweet.

Entering class, Renjun immediately spots you sat on the desk directly behind Mark and Chenle. He can’t help the smile that adorns his face when he notices that the seat right beside you is empty.

“Is this seat taken?” Your head snaps up, mouth hanging agape when you hear his unmistakable voice. But the suddenness is too unexpected for you to be able to form words, shaking your head no instead.

You half expect Renjun to pick up the chair and take it to a different spot. But he simply slides it back and sits himself beside you instead.

From his peripheral, he can see how taken aback you are. He’s not surprised by your reaction to him, seeing that yesterday’s lunchtime encounter had you so flustered and tense. Although, it does kind of hurt a little to see you feel so awkward. He hadn’t realised how much space your time apart had created between you.

You’re thankful that the class begins almost immediately after Renjun has sat beside you; given any more time than a few seconds would have just been painful. It’s rare that you’re thankful to be studying algebra, but as your teacher begins talking through equations, you’ve never found yourself more immersed in the topic.

It’s about half way through when Renjun finally musters up enough courage to carefully nudge your elbow with his. He lets out a quiet chuckle, smiling hopefully as you look away from making notes. Without exchanging a single word, he extends his hand which holds a folded corner torn form his book between his fingers.

You sheepishly take the note, pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes in suspicion as you unfold it and read the message.

Are you going to Chenle’s tomorrow?

While it’s still the same Renjun that makes you feel on edge in his presence, there’s something adorable about the note. A simple question signifying the beginning of a conversation; an olive branch offering fresh friendship.

Maybe. Are you? You write back and slide the paper across the desk to him without bothering to fold it. You watch as he smiles, immediately writing a response.

I am and you should.

Why should I? Now he laughs.

Deciding to whisper instead of passing the note again, and because there’s no more space left, Renjun leans into your side: “Because we can hang out.”

You pull back a little after hearing his words, eyes wide. You’re a little sceptical but his smile seems genuine enough for you to give the benefit of the doubt.

Besides, how can you turn him down when he looks at you like that?

“Okay.” You whisper back.

~

Friday’s lunch is somehow even stranger than Thursday’s…

As you leave physics and step out into the hall you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder and find Donghyuck with a wide grin. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“You have?” your voice conveys more bewilderment than anything, but it really is odd for Donghyuck to give you the time of day, let alone want to talk to you.

“Uh-huh.” He nods. “Saw you passing notes with Renjun earlier. You guys looked very cute.”

You’re unsure why the fact you’d been caught passing notes with Renjun makes you feel so flustered, but it feels like you got caught cheating on a test, or scolded by a parent, or fraternising with someone way out of your league… wait, the last one isn’t untrue…

“It wasn’t really anything.” You hesitate, feeling ashamed. You don’t think Renjun would want word getting out about it, as the resident no-body, you feel like being friends with you would cause quite a detriment to his status.

“Well, it looked like you were pretty close to me.” His tone insinuates something suggestive, rather than platonic, and you feel a strong urge to reject everything Donghyuck says (nothing new there…). “And anyone who Renjun is friends with has to be cool.”

Surprised? No, astonished is a better word to explain the pure adrenaline kick that courses through you upon hearing the words “you” and “cool” in the same sentence. But nothing, I mean absolutely nothing, could have prepared you for what he says next:

“You’re one of us now (Y/N).”

After that it’s all a blur. Donghyuck led you to the popular table in the cafeteria, sat you between him and Renjun - who gave you a smile as you joined them. Had you been knocked out and woken up in a parallel universe?

It dawned on you seconds later that the seat you had wound up in used to be Renjun’s ex girlfriends, the very one you’d dreamed of being in so many times before.

It seems as though Donghyuck was right about Renjun’s status, because you found yourself suddenly thrown into the limelight. Walking down the halls, you were being acknowledged by people you were certain didn’t know you previously existed. In your final period, you’d had many offers for seat partners, and to top it all off, Renjun had called you over to sit with him. Literally. Called your name. In front of everyone.

You can’t imagine you’d looked anything less than the ripest red tomato to ever exist as you’d swallowed the lump of nervousness in your throat and complied to his request.

“I can not believe you!” The second you’re outside of the school gates, Mark rushes over to you in pure excitement, holding you by both shoulders and jumping up and down.

“I think there’s been a glitch in the matrix.” You snicker. Mark rolls his eyes in response.

“Can you not just enjoy this?” He chastises. “You are the moment.” Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“It’s crazy how one person can hold so much power, don’t you think?” Your tone conveys displeasure. But inside, you do feel quite giddy with your newfound popularity.

“Yeah, and you’re his obsession.” Mark states like it’s the best thing in the world. But being an obsession is a little frightening. There’s something about it that seems temporary and pressuring; you’ve been chosen and you could be dropped at any moment. You don’t know if you can face being dropped by Renjun again…

~

Mark being as eager as ever had dragged you to the party so early that you were the first to arrive. Of course, Chenle was ecstatic when he swung open the front door of his mansion to reveal you and Mark.

Chenle is the most unsurprising of the whole popular group. Rich, lives in a mansion, owns all the of the latest designer fashion and has a huge pool in his backyard. Just as you’d expected.

“Dude!” Mark exclaims the second his eyes set sights on the chocolate fountain; rushing over immediately.

“I’m sorry about him.” You chuckle along with Chenle. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, if anything, he’s more amused by Mark’s joy than you are.

“Trust me, it’s not the first time I’ve seen someone get that excited over a chocolate fountain.” Chenle shakes his head. He recalls the first time Jisung had attended one of his parties and spent most of the evening walking around with a chocolate moustache… that was the moment Chenle knew he had to become best friends with this guy. “You look phenomenal by the way, really living up to your newfound fame.”

“Thanks.” You self-consciously look down at your dress, brushing your hands along the fabric to press out any creases. It’s a never seen before outfit of yours, one that you bought last summer when you’d hoped of having a glow-up but then never felt confident enough to actually wear.

Before you have a chance to compliment Chenle’s outfit, the doorbell has rung and he’s rushed off to answer it. It doesn’t take long for the party to become crowded with people. Now you understand why Chenle has such a huge house - or, you should say, why he takes advantage of the fact his parents do.

You’d lost Mark as soon as people had arrived, being swarmed around by power-hungry classmates. It even took Renjun ages to find you. But when he did, he wasted no time in saving you from the overwhelming sea of admirers.

“It’s intense isn’t it?” He jokes, but half of him is a little concerned for you. He’s used to receiving lots of attention, but he knows you’re naturally more reserved. He kind of feels bad.

“Just a bit.” You breathlessly laugh, just thankful that he’d helped you escape.

It’s funny how people don’t seem to approach you while you’re stood with Renjun. You always thought he must have been really approachable to be so popular, but it seems as though most people choose to admire from afar. Reality is he’s perfected being the exact right amount of approachable and off limits. Most don’t talk to him unless he initiates it, other than his close circle of friend of course.

“Well, I’m here now. No need to worry.” There’s a protectiveness in his tone that makes you feel safe. It’s a glimpse of the old Renjun. He always used to make you feel safe when you were younger.

You remember when you were six, playing in the park together. You’d fallen off the swings and grazed your knees pretty badly where you’d slip across the rough tarmac of the playground. Falling into a blubbering mess, Renjun had been by your side the whole time; taking your hand in his, calming you down until you’d stopped crying by trying to make you smile and laugh. He’d eventually coaxed you into standing up, and helped you hobble back home. He was so caring like that.

Looking at him now, it’s almost hard to believe it’s the same person. Gone were his large-rimmed glasses and cute snag tooth. He always kept himself immaculate, hair neatly parted and brushed away from his forehead, clothes always the latest fashion and perfectly matched to his pristine image. Not one thing out of place.

“I know this all seems so sudden.” He confesses. “But I’m here for you whenever you need, always have been.”

The depth of his words hit you like a ton of bricks, rendering you speechless. High school may have sent you down different paths, but now you know he never stopped caring for you, just like you had never stopped caring for him.

Nothing more is needed to be exchanged between you, both of you sharing infatuated smiles.

To others around you, it looks as though you’re falling in love, spellbound by the person in front of you. Gossip never takes long to spread and before you know it, everyone is talking about the new golden couple in the making.

~

“Last one in the pool has to stay up and clean this mess.” Chenle’s words make you all shoot up and launch yourself into the pool as quickly as possible.

It’s the early hours of the morning and the party had fizzled out hours ago at this point. Now, the only people left other than you and Chenle are Renjun, Mark, Donghyuck, Jisung and Jeno. Jaemin is technically still here, if you count the fact that he’s fast asleep on the sofa inside.

You resurface from the pool in fits of giggles only to be splashed in the face by a person on your left.

“Whoops.” Renjun smirks. There was no way it was unintentional, hearty laughter emitting from him when you send a splash of water to his face in retaliation.

“Hey!” He feigns offence, splashing you back again.

“Water fight!” Donghyuck announces at the top of his lungs, launching everyone into a frenzy.

A particularly strong wave of water shoots up your nose, leaving a painful sting in its wake, and you find yourself blindly trying to manoeuvre your way to the edge of the pool for some air.

You squeak when someone comes up behind you, pinching their fingers into your waist and making you jolt.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” The culprit, clearly Renjun, keeps you in his hold. You force a huff through your nose to clean out any remaining water before turning to face him.

Seeing the way you look pained makes him worry, his hand cupping your cheek as he leans his face in closer to get a good look at you.

“Too much?” His concern makes your stomach flip, literally peering into your soul with his intensely troubled gaze. You nod. “Let’s get you out of the pool.” He affirms, keeping you close to him as he carefully leads you towards the steps.

The cool nighttime air makes your bones shiver, your dress soaking wet and clinging to your trembling frame. Renjun tells you to wait where you are, momentarily leaving you to reach for a towel that had been discarded on one of the sun loungers. When he returns, he wraps is around your shoulders, gently untucking your hair from beneath.

By this point, the water fight had stopped and, unbeknownst to you and Renjun, everyone had been watching. It’s not until after you have wiped your eyes with the towel that you take notice of the silence and slowly shift your gaze in the direction of the pool.

“Don’t mind us!” Jeno shouts from the opposite end; dunked under the water by Mark beside him straight after.

“Let’s get you inside.” Renjun suggests, not really caring much for the audience who have now turned their attention onto Jeno’s retaliation towards Mark.

~

Watching as you take a seat by the kitchen counter, Renjun is reminded of Donghyuck’s ingenious next part of the plan.

“I’m sure Chenle keeps herbal tea or coco somewhere around here.” Renjun begins to search through every cupboard, but he’s stopped by your hand reaching across the counter and grabbing onto his, meeting your thankful smile.

“I promise I’m fine.”

It seems to be enough for Renjun to settle, dropping the idea of making a warm drink.

Moving his hand so he’s able to interlace your fingers with his, Renjun watches your expression carefully for any sign of discomfort or rejection. He feels relief wash over him where he finds none.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you this all night,” he nervously begins. “Would you want to have lunch together, just us, on Monday?”

The hopeful glint in his eye and the way he subconsciously chews on his bottom lip is adorable. It’s a little funny that he looks so nervous considering you’ve literally sat at the same lunch table with his group for the last two days.

Of course, you understand that this is another level in your growing friendship. It’s not just an offer to spend more time together, it’s to make a public statement about your friendship - relationship - whatever this is.

“I’d love to.” You beam, giggling as you watch the overjoyed excitement that consumes his previously nervous look.

~

Monday rolls around quicker than you’d expected, although you’re not dreading it like you usually do. Saturday and Sunday were pretty uneventful, if you excuse the copious amounts of follows on social media, which you hate to admit was actually quite exciting. You liked being seen.

You’d also been exchanging messages with Renjun for the duration, sending different memes and poking fun at each other, which you had enjoyed. It felt like you’d resumed the friendship you were always meant to have together.

The first thing you do every morning when you get to school is head to your locker to get the books you need for your first few classes. It’s usually a very mundane, but necessary exchange. So what you don’t expect to see is Renjun leaning against your locker, flicking through his phone with one hand and holding a flower in his other.

His attention is directed away from his social media feed when he hears someone clear their throat, a smile forming across his face when he looks up to find you, arms folded across your chest and one brow raised, waiting for him to move and trying to suppress the happiness your feel from seeing him in person again.

“For you.” He holds out the flower, a small pink rose.

There’s something timid in the action, the vulnerability maybe? Whatever it is, Renjun feels so glad when you accept it, the pink of the rose petals matching the colouring of your cheeks perfectly.

When Donghyuck had suggested that this should be Renjun’s next move, he’d wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. He’s never been one for romantic gestures, finding them more cringy than anything. But, he was reminded of what he could achieve. The few seconds of embarrassment would surely be worth his dreams. And so he’d caved in and stopped at a florist on his way to school that morning.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You look from the rose up to Renjun, beaming in his direction. Opening your locker, you place the rose on top of the books you don’t need for safe keeping.

“Ready for class?” You nod, before walking through the hallway side by side.

“Hey guys! Here’s the nominees for prom king and queen!” You’re given a poster announcing the event, featuring a list of all those who are in the race to win. You’ve never understood why it’s such a big deal to win such a temporary title, it’s only for one night. Although, you assume there must be something more to it than that. There’s got to be, right?

Renjun doesn’t look at the poster, screwing it up in his hand and chucking it in the nearest trashcan. There’s no need for him to know who he’s running against, they’re no competition for him.

“You going?” Renjun raises a brow, casting you a shy side glance. He’s hoping you’ll say you are so he won’t have to try and convince you.

“Where?” You look up at him. You hadn’t payed full attention to what he had said as you had been judging the poster, folding it and putting it in your bag quickly.

“To prom.” He clarifies, fighting back his amused smirk.

“Oh!” Your eyes widen in realisation. “I’m undecided.” You shrug.

Truth be told, you weren’t really planning on going. But, that was before there was any possibility of being asked by someone. As pathetic as it sounds, you wanted to feel wanted, if that makes sense. Now, however, you’re undecided. If someone was to ask you then you’d consider going. But, if there was a chance that Renjun would ask you, you know you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

“Are you going?” You ask back.

“I’m in the running for prom king, so I kind of have to.” He teases, watching as you realise how dumb your question was.

Of course he’s going! You mentally face palm.

By this point, you’ve reached class and taken a seat, Renjun still beside you. Not knowing what to say next, you fiddle with your pen as a form of distraction.

“I have football practice fourth period.” Renjun begins as your teacher enters the classroom. “Meet me on the fields at lunch.” He leans in to whisper the last part to you.

~

When fourth period ended, you made your way to the sports fields just like Renjun had told you to, finding him exiting the locker rooms just as you arrive.

“How was practice?” You ask as he approaches you, reaching out and capturing your hand in his. The unexpectedness of this action makes you suck in a breath.

“Good.” He looks over at you so casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened; which maybe to him is true, but for you, this isn’t something you’re used to at all. Not that you mind holding his hand though. You actually, kind of, maybe, like it… just a little bit…

“Coach made us run five laps of the field because Jeno was late. But other than that, my game is still strong.” He laughs, thinking about all the stick Jeno is going to be getting from the rest of the team.

“That’s a bit harsh? Couldn’t he have just punished Jeno?” Renjun shakes his head.

“The rule is to work as a team. If one messes up, we all do.” He explains like it’s not a big deal. You understand what he means, but it does still seam a little unfair. “As captain I have to uphold expectations, including the importance of teamwork.”

“That sounds like a lot of pressure.” You more so say to yourself, but Renjun chuckles beside you.

“Only if you see it that way. The team means everything to me.”

Having made it all the way back to the main building, Renjun asks where you want to eat lunch today. You both agree that it’s such a nice day, you should enjoy it outside while you can. And so, after grabbing some food, you spend the entire hour at one of the picnic tables together, laughing and enjoying each other’s company without a care in the world.

~

There’s been a lot going on over the last few weeks. So much so, you’re not even sure where to begin. You and Renjun have been spending time together everyday, whether it’s been having lunch just the two of you or hanging out after school, you’ve both been making plenty of time for one another.

As the semester edges closer and closer to the summer; to prom and the final of the football season for Renjun and his team, things have only been getting more hectic. There doesn’t seem to be enough hours in a day to complete all the studying for finals, attend practice after school and have a social life. And so, unbeknownst to you, Renjun has been making a few sacrifices in order to not jeopardise your budding relationship.

Everyone is talking about what’s going on between you. Are you together or just really close friends? That’s the debate that seems to be dividing everyone. Because of which, your popularity has continued to grow. Everyone wants to become your best friend, to be the first one to know about your relationship with Renjun and sit with you at the top of the social ladder. Of course, your loyalties are with Mark, the only best friend you need.

Although, you’ve not had as much time to hang out with him recently; you being occupied by Renjun and him having formed a great friendship with Chenle and some of the others from their group.

Everything seems crazy, but perfect. And you couldn’t be any happier. It’s almost too good to be true.

“Guess who finally decided to show up to practice.” Donghyuck’s sarcastic tone falls bitterly on Renjun’s ears. “You’re half an hour late.”

Renjun faces his team, who all look as pissed off with him as Donghyuck does. It wasn’t intentional on his part. It’s just, he was hanging out with you and lost track of time; you had a free period after lunch and so, it’s not like you’d realised classes had begun again.

“Sorry guys, I got caught up-”

“With (Y/N). We know.” Donghyuck flatly cuts off his friend.

“You know coach made us do press-ups until you arrived.” Jeno huffs.

“Yeah, new recruit over here almost passed out because of you.” Jaemin points over to the new addition to the team, Sungchan, who is still doubled over, hands on his knees as he tries to regain his breath.

“Sorry?” Renjun shoots them a guilty look, but none of them seem to be ready to forgive him.

“Sorry? That’s all you have to say? Some captain you are.” Donghyuck stakes a step towards Renjun as though he’s about to square him up.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Renjun broadens his chest.

“It means, you’re a shit leader. Prioritising some girl over us.” Donghyuck spits back.

“Some girl? You’re the one who told me to go for (Y/N)! You came up with the plan!” Renjun’s on the edge of rage now, fists clenched by his sides and teeth gritted.

“Yeah, but I didn’t say to abandon your team.” His voice is calmer than Renjun’s, but it spits just as much venom. “Why’d you even hang around with her so much anyway? You’re only using her so you can achieve the legacy you want to leave behind.”

When Renjun doesn’t respond, it dawns on Donghyuck the reason why.

“Wait a minute- you actually like her don’t you?” He begins to laugh, finding the whole ordeal hilarious.

“No I don’t.” Renjun bites back. “She’s a loser, why would I like her?” He doesn’t know why he’s saying that about you, why he’s putting on a front to his teammates and lying to their faces about how he really feels. What’s so wrong with liking you?

“It seems like you do.” Jaemin pipes up. However, he’s not being obnoxious like Donghyuck is, more so just voicing what every one of the team is thinking.

“You’ve got to be joking!” Renjun throws his hands in the air. “I would neve-” his words cut short as he begins to spin around from the force of his exasperation until he find you, stood behind him with tears in your eyes, looking absolutely heartbroken.

You’d heard it all…

Renjun feels like the biggest idiot alive. Watching as you run out of the locker rooms, dropping the jacket he’d let you borrow onto the floor as you leave. All you’d wanted to do was return it before your next class.

“Oh no you don’t.” Donghyuck has a hold on Renjun’s shoulder before he has a chance to run after you. “You’ve got a team to lead.”

~

You rush into the restroom, blurry eyes and tears streaming down your cheeks.

It feels as though all the air has been sucked out of your lungs and life drained from your body as it begins to weakly tremble. Holding onto the sink as you try to calm yourself, you take a few deep breaths until you’re feeling steady enough to stand properly again and fish out your phone from your back pocket.

It’s about 10 minutes into the next class now and you really don’t want to turn up late. It’ll be impossible to hide your red blotchy eyes and tear stained cheeks and everyone will know something has happened.

Instead, you begin typing a message to Mark, telling him you’re in the girls restrooms by the science department and for him to meet you there after class.

However, seconds after you’ve sent the message, your phone buzzes with a reply from him simply saying he’s on his way now.

“(Y/N)?” A timid knock sounds from the opposite side of the door, Mark’s hushed voice just about seeping through.

You step out into the empty hallway, noticing how his eyes become soft and worrisome the second he sets them on you.

“What’s happened?”

You guide Mark out of the building and into a secluded corner of grass, settling on the ground with your backs against the brick wall as you begin to relay everything that you had heard Renjun say.

To say Mark is shocked would be an understatement. But, most of all, he’s disappointed in Renjun. He really had begun to believe all the things you used to say about the ‘real’ Renjun you knew as a kid. But now he realises that he never should have, and he also never should have let you get so close to him again.

The second Renjun is able to get out of his final class, he rushes to your locker in hopes you’ll need to go there before heading home.

After you’d run away and Donghyuck hadn’t let him go after you, Renjun had spent the rest of practice being scolded by his teammates. He made a promise to them when he was elected captain; nothing is more important than the team.

He’d managed to get away with doing hardly any work during his final class, instead replaying the way you looked at him. So hurt, so heartbroken, all because of him.

As he speeds through the hallway, weaving between other students, he feels as though luck is finally on his side. There you are, stood at your locker. He feels the desperation raise within him.

He needs to get to you before you spot him. Before you leave.

“Oh, Renjun!”

He panics.

There, stood in front of him and blocking his way is Elle.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” She smiles.

Damn. Why does she always have to be so friendly, even towards her ex!

See, Elle isn’t your typical popular girl. She’s actually really sweet and kind towards everyone. That’s why she’s got so many people who look up to her.

“Yeah…” Renjun uninterestedly sighs, keeping his eyes on you from over her shoulder. He notices how your face lights up as a girl approaches you - Rina he’s thinks her name is - and you begin talking and laughing together.

“You left these at my house.” She fished out some random, unimportant, items of his from her bag: an old t-shirt, phone charger and some photos of them from when they were together.

“Oh…” His shoulders slump when he watches you shut your locker and make your way outside with Rina. “Thanks…” Renjun’s eyes flicker onto Elle’s for the first time in this conversation, forcing a meek smile as he accepts his (in his opinion, useless) possessions back.

“I heard about what happened with (Y/N).” His eyes widen, back tensing up as she extends her arm and places a comforting hand on his shoulder. To be honest, he’s not surprised she knows, the whole school probably does by this point. But he’s sure there’s nothing more horrific than talking to his last girlfriend about the one he hopes will be in the future… “She’ll forgive you, I’m sure.”

Sending one final smile his way Elle walks away, leaving Renjun feeling frazzled from the, quite frankly, odd conversation they’ve just shared.

~

“It’s (Y/N)‘s.” Renjun blocks Jeno from sitting on the seat beside him at their lunch table.

“But she hasn’t sat with us this week and, besides, she’s over there with Mark and Chenle.” Jeno complains.

It’s true, Renjun had saved the seat beside him at their lunch table every day for the entire week so far and you hadn’t even acknowledged him once, let alone even thought of sitting at the same table as him. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to give up. No, all he wants is to get you back beside him and in his life.

He doesn’t blame you for wanting nothing to do with him after everything he said. He knows he was completely in the wrong. Yes, he may have only started talking to you again for his plan, but he definitely didn’t feel that way for long. He just wishes he could have an opportunity to talk to you, to get to explain everything.

“Just sit here and shut up.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes as Jeno, who grumbles under his breath about how it’s just a seat, complies with Donghyuck’s orders. “And stop mourning her, she’d not died.”

Renjun scours at Donghyuck, feeling himself become so agitated by his constant flippancy towards the whole ordeal that, need he be reminded, he started!

Renjun is so done with him, he can’t even find the right words to express it. Instead, stands from the table, grabs his things, and walks away.

Over where you are sat, you haven’t lifted your head up from looking at your lunch; none of which looks particularly appetising, but it’s still the best option to suppress the desire you have to look in Renjun’s direction.

“Prom’s next week… you gonna go?” Mark tries his best to think of something to distract you with, but everything seems to remind you of Renjun.

“Not planning on it.” You mumble. You’d hoped to go with Renjun, but now that all feels so stupid. How could you have believed in him so much?

“Oh no,” Chenle laughs. “I’m not letting you sit and wallow in your self pity when you could be having a great time with us at prom.”

Yes, Chenle had been by your side the whole time. Even though he knew about Renjun and Donghyuck’s plan and had bared witness to the horrific moment you found out about it all, he wanted nothing more than to be there for you. So, you didn’t really have a choice when it came to icing Chenle out, he simply wouldn’t allow you to; which, after this week, you’ve been incredibly glad about. Him and Mark have been so amazing.

“I’d rather have the ground open up and swallow me than go…” you fight back a smile when you finally look up and meet Chenle’s unimpressed stare.

“You’re going.” He asserts.

Looking over to Mark, you swallow thickly, because you know that neither of them are letting you get out of this.

Maybe the ground really could open up and swallow you. At least, you’ll be hoping it does…

~

The eve of prom has arrived and you find yourself staring at your reflection in the full length mirror.

This is it… the dreaded night has come…

You’re yet to have spoken to Renjun, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried relentlessly to get you to. Between all his messages and attempts to catch you between classes, you feel like you’ve had no chance to get any time alone to think everything over. Yesterday he’d even resorted to getting Jaemin to pass you notes during class. Although, you didn’t respond to any, simply reading his message with an unimpressed frown etched onto your face before scrunching each piece of paper up into a ball in your fist.

You don’t understand why he wants to talk to you so bad when he’s the one who was using you. He never really cared for you, he just wants to clear his conscience.

The front door rings and you rush to answer it, swinging it open to reveal Mark and Chenle looking incredibly handsome. Mark’s suit is a navy and Chenle’s classic black.

“Wow you guys look amazing!” You beam, pulling them both into a quick hug.

“Us? Look at you!” Mark takes your hand. “Stunning.” He muses.

You bashfully roll your eyes, trying to hide how flustered his compliment makes you.

Despite not wanting to go, you really had put effort into your appearance. The floor length dusty blue dress hugging your figure in all the right places. After all, you’re aware eyes will be on you tonight, now that people care for your existence.

“Ready to go?” You take a deep breath and nod at Chenle.

It’s now or never.

~

Renjun stands by the sidelines, hoping to spot you somewhere in the crowd. He knows you’re here tonight, Chenle had mentioned it during practice last week. In fact, every practice, Renjun finds himself asking Chenle how you’re doing. Of course, Chenle has said the same thing every day for the last week. He’s not given too much away, or anything at all, which is unfortunate for Renjun.

He feels pathetic really. Never has he had to chase after someone before, he didn’t even beg Elle to not break up with him when she dumped him. But with you it’s different. He felt happier in the three weeks he’d spent with you than in a year and a half of his last relationship. He didn’t need to hide any parts of himself when you were around, he could just be unapologetically himself. He wasn’t the unapproachable captain of the football team, the (hopefully) future prom king or widely admired person he was to everyone else in the school. With you, he was simply Renjun.

…Until he messed all of it up by trying to convince his teammates you didn’t mean anything to him…

Looking absently around the room, he spots Mark standing by the drinks table and feels some hope begin to bubble in his stomach. Surely it will lead him to you.

“Is (Y/N) here?” Mark is caught off guard by Renjun approaching him, but he’d had his suspicions he’d want to try and talk to you tonight.

“I think she’s somewhere on the dance floor.” Mark shrugs. He feels bad lying, but you’d explicitly told him that if Renjun asked where you were then he’d need to send him in the wrong direction.

“Ok, thanks.” Renjun reluctantly looks back over his shoulder to the crowded dance floor behind him. Sighing, he begins to weave his way through the sea of people. This is gonna take some time.

“You’re getting better at lying.” Chenle casually strolls up next to Mark, sending him a sly smirk. “But, what can I say, I’m a great influence.”

~

With no luck, Renjun eventually left the dance floor and instead found refuge in standing with some of his teammates.

“You look like you need this.” Jisung hands him a drink.

“What’s in there?” Renjun sniffs, scrunching his nose up at the unfamiliar scent.

“Jaemin spiked the punch.” Donghyuck whispers. Ah yeah, he’d almost forgotten about Jaemin’s dare for tonight. Part of his punishment for being the slowest time to run a lap of the field was to carry out the teams choice of dare, which for Jaemin meant he had to break a rule of prom; spiking all drinks with alcohol seemed the least amount of effort.

Knowing this makes Renjun find the drink a little more appealing… he might need it to get through the night, shrugging as he begins to tip the contents of the cup towards his mouth.

Just as he is about to chug the drink, however, the music cuts out and the principle clears her throat.

“It’s time to crown your prom King and Queen.” She announces. “So let’s get down to business.”

“With 80% of the votes, your queen is…” theres an electronic drum roll sound played from the dj set; the audience waiting eagerly for the suspense to end. “Elle!”

Everyone claps and cheers as she makes her way up on stage to claim her crown and say her thank you speech; proceeding to thank so many people that she might as well have just thanked everyone in the school.

“And now, for your prom King.” The principle resumes after finally reclaiming the mic. The synthetic drum roll sounds again. “With 92% of the votes, the biggest win for prom king ever… Renjun!”

Before he can make sense of what’s going on, his teammates have pushed him towards the stage, cheering and chanting ‘King! King! King!’ in his ears.

Standing up on the stage, wearing his crown proudly, Renjun looks at the crowd of cheering students below.

“Thank you to those of you who voted me as your king.” Renjun begins. “And thank you for this.” He chuckles, pointing up to the crown that adorns his head. “I really appreciate you all.”

“But there’s one person in particular who means the most. Someone I care about so deeply, but hurt because I’m the biggest idiot alive.” He takes a breath, scanning the crowd until he finds you. “(Y/N)?…”

You stand frozen, shell-shocked, in the middle of the room, your gaze locked on Renjun’s. There may be hundreds of people surrounding you, but to Renjun, you’re the only one he sees.

“… I know what I did was completely wrong, and all the things I said about you were out of order...” He pleads. “…But, please believe me, none of it was true...”

“…I’ve fallen head over heals for you and I want everyone to know it.”

You can’t believe it. The audacity.

Does Renjun really think that by declaring his so called love for you in front of everyone that he will win you over? After all the hurt, all the public humiliation he caused?

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief before trying to weave your way to the back of the room.

“(Y/N)!” Renjun drops the mic, rushing off the stage to try and get you before you leave.

“What?” The tears stream down your cheeks, turning to face him when his hand grabs your arm. “What do you want from me?”

“I said-”

“I know what you said!”

With the way he looks at you, it’s clear he really believes you should say it back.

It’s silent, everyone watching the two of you and it’s so suffocating. You can’t do this, rushing out of the room as quickly as you can.

You wish you’d never attended this stupid prom. You wish you had never become friends with Renjun again. You wish you were still invisible to everyone. It was so much easier.

“Wait, please!” Renjun chases you outside, stopping you in the middle of the school parking lot.

It’s just the two of you now.

“Tell me how I can fix this.” His voice is mellow, puppy eyes staring into your soul.

“How you can fix this?” You exasperatedly cry. “You seriously don’t think this,” you frantically point back and forth between you. “isn’t beyond repair?”

“You dropped me like I was nothing to you for a shot at popularity and treated me like I didn’t exist for three years.” You begin. “Although, somehow, I didn’t hate you for it. I still cared for you the whole time.” You continue to rant, tears now streaming down your cheeks as Renjun simply stands in front of you, speechless.

“When we started hanging out again, I was stupid enough to actually believe it was because you wanted to be friends, that you really cared.” You bitterly laugh at yourself.

“I do care.” The second he speaks up, you feel yourself soften. You don’t like the control his voice has over you, it’s one of the reasons you’ve avoided talking to him for so long.

“And, yet,” your voice retracts, trying to catch some of your breath back. “Regardless of all the shit you put me though,” you’re completely serious now, all forms of hysteria faded away.

You go to speak your next words but they don’t seem to come out.

“What…” Renjun’s voice is practically mute. He’s pretty much lost all hope by this point, eyes filled with sorrow.

“You still made me love you.”

The silence that settles in the wake of your words is hollow. Neither of you move.

Renjun’s mind replays it repeatedly, almost as though he can’t quite believe what he’s heard. You… love… him… You… love him.

You love him.

He springs to life the second it registers, grabbing you by the waist with one hand and cupping your cheek with the other. He wastes no more time, smashing his lips against yours in a haste of passion and pure adrenaline.

You feel him smile into you when he feels you kiss back, your arms snaking around his neck and fingers threading through the hair at his nape.

“I love you so much.” He pants, pulling away just enough to get the words out.

Renjun refuses to kiss you again until he hears you say it back. Although, he doesn’t actually voice this. Instead, trying to get the message across by staring at you intently and tauntingly keeping your lips apart enough so they are only able to brush against one another.

He wants you to say it. But he needs you to want to say it too.

“I love you.” You smirk as you whisper the words you can tell he’s so desperate to hear.

“Okay, we get it! You love each other!”

You hear the unmistakeable voice echo from the opposite end of the parking lot just as Renjun was about to delve back in and press his lips to yours.

Donghyuck.

He lets out a whine when you pull back, lowering your face to hide your embarrassment at having an audience.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Renjun complains. Although his words lose their threat when he hears you laugh at him, unable to stop the smile that breaks out across his lips at the sound.

“Or… we could go somewhere else for a while?” You raise your brow.

“I could always kill him tomorrow.” Renjun shrugs, interlacing your fingers with his before guiding you in the direction of his car. Away from all the prying eyes to somewhere you can be invisible together.

~ Epilogue: A Month Later ~

“Come on Renjun!” Mark shouts at the top of his lungs from beside you, cheering him on as Renjun sprints as fast as he can across the field, ball clutched tightly in his arms.

It’s been a hectic month since the night of the prom. You’ve completed finals and graduated from high school. But to top all of that, you and Renjun are finally official.

Your eyes are glued to your boyfriend as he skilfully dodges the opposing teams players, chucking the ball to Donghyuck so he’s able to run to an open space while the others are distracted.

It all happens so fast, but before you know it, Renjun’s caught the ball once again and has begun the final sprint.

You scream when he makes the touchdown, the crowd around you going wild.

That was it. Renjun scored the winning goal!

He’s engulfed by his teammates and hoisted on top of Jeno’s shoulders, everyone chanting his name in victory.

You watch your boyfriend proudly from the bleachers, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes scan the crowd and stop when they meet yours. And they don’t move from you until he’s placed safely on the ground again, congratulating his fellow teammates as he weaves through the group of players over to the sidelines.

You rush into his arms the second you have made it to the bottom of the crowded stands, allowing him to sweep you up in his arms and spin you around.

“I’m so proud of you!” You press a tender kiss to his lips once you’ve regained your balance, Renjun’s hold not once faltering from being wrapped around your waist.

This was it, the last game Renjun would play for his high school and as team captain. After tonight there would be no need for him to return to this place.

All the pressure of exams, of acceptance into college, to winning prom King and the final football game of the season was behind him. He’s leaving the legacy he’d always dreamed of and now is his time to focus on his future, you.

You’re heart feels so full. There’s that smile you adore so much, the one that reaches all the way to his eyes; the one that’s filled with pure joy.

Maybe Donghyuck’s plan wasn’t the best idea to have ever existed, but neither you nor Renjun can deny that you’d be where you are now without it.

[inadaydream99]

Can’t Keep Away

A/N - I just wanted to write a short drabble using the idea of forbidden love, no other reason 😂

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life!

Jisung casts a longing gaze across the room, his eyes immediately synching to yours. His heart palpitates, breath hitches in his throat, eyeballs almost pop out of his head. You were already watching him. There’s a longing glint in your eyes as they sparkle from the bright chandelier that dangles obnoxiously from the ceiling. It commands everyone’s attention first thing. Except the two of yours; you’re too entranced by each other. Jisung finds it almost too painful to withstand the distance that stretches out between you. You might be in the same room, breathing the same air, but it feels like you’re in two different worlds. Or, more realistically, two opposing sides of the same world.

“Dude, at least try to have some fun.” Jisung jolts from the force of the slap that Jeno gives to his back, his torso leaning forward to try to steady the drink in his hand. He simply sends a frown towards Jeno in response.

“What? Too busy sending heart eyes to (Y/N)?”

Jeno’s statement annoys Jisung for two reasons: One, because of his friends teasing smirk, and two, because he’s not wrong.

“Was not.” He grumbles. But Jeno only laughs when he sees Jisung jut his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I’m sure you won’t get killed for talking to her, you know.” But Jisung disagrees. It’s entirely possible he could be. Not by you of course, but by your brother, Jaemin. If only Jisung had known when you first met who you really were and why he should have stayed clear of you; your brother is a part of his group, which, by some sort of twisted default, makes you a part of their chaotic family dynamic.

“How sure?” He raises a brow to Jeno, who chuckles at the younger’s clear intrigue into the possibilities.

“She’s alone, just go!”

Jisung is pushed in your direction before he has time to gage what is going on, stumbling over his unprepared feet in a clumsy attempt to withhold from falling flat on his face.

“Jisung, are you ok?” Your soft voice so close to his ear makes his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter to life.

“Jeno just doesn’t know his own strength sometimes.” Jisung attempts to laugh off his embarrassment, finally making eye contact with you once again.

There’s a stagnant pause between you that only foregrounds the nervousness you share when in close proximity to one another. Clearly neither of you know what to say next.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” Jisung hesitantly speaks up. The shy smile that slowly stretches across your lips as you duck your head down, unable to maintain his gaze, is so adorable to Jisung.

“Thank you.” You shyly glance up at him through your lashes. “You look very handsome too.”

It’s apparent by the way that you look at each other that there’s this unspoken but painfully obvious attraction between you. It extends far beyond just complimenting the others looks, to something warm and comforting and intimate.

“Where’s Jisung taking my sister?” Jaemin approaches Jeno, a brow raised in caution. But Jeno just proudly smirks, watching as Jisung leads you out of the party by the hand.

“Just promise if you kill him, I’m allowed to record it.”

[inadaydream99]

Pillow Talk with Ateez

A/N - I recently did this scenario for Seventeen and thought it would be fun to write it for Ateez too!

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and does not represent any of the members in real life.

Hongjoong

Not something that occurs often, but when it does it feels special. Being so busy, the opportunity for some pillow talk together is filled with romance, lots of subtle affection shared between you as you offload your day or any troubles to each other. It’s a rare time alone, away from the chaotic world. Although, it’s not uncommon to be interrupted by not so distant noise coming from the main rooms, usually in the form of arguments or the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen. It takes everything in Hongjoong not to go and see what’s going on.

While he’s not really one for physical affection, these intimate moments find him wanting to be close to you. He prefers to hold hands, so he will initiate take your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, and doesn’t mind holding your waist too. And he always gives you a kiss goodnight before you drift off to sleep together, a proud smirk on his face.

Seonghwa

He likes pillow talk because he gets to spend time with you. It’s his favourite thing to hear you talk about things you are passionate about and it warms his heart to see you so happy to share them with him. Forehead kisses are a regular occurrence, usually during a lull in conversation. Literally, Seonghwa just has a way of making the intimatcy so causal. With his hand caressing your cheek, he’ll slowly lean over and press the most delicate of kisses to your forehead. It never fails to make your heart race uncontrollably.

You’re left a speechless mess every time and you’re beginning to think he does it on purpose because he loves seeing the effect he has on you (spoiler alert: he definitely does it on purpose). Don’t worry, you have your ways of getting him back. For example, you know how sheepish he gets from receiving compliments. So you shower him in them until he can’t take it anymore, his face as red as a tomato as he rolls away from you with the widest beam on his face.

Yunho

The first thing Yunho does is snuggle himself as close to you as possible, burying his face into your neck and wrapping his arms securely around your waist. Even when it’s the middle of the night and the room is still 100 degrees, he doesn’t care about being too hot, he just wants to hold you. Will rebuttal your complaints of him “being too hot” with teasing comebacks of “not as hot as you” and it takes everything in you not to let him know how amused you really are when you feel him smirk into your skin, trying to suppress a chuckle with a displeased huff. It never works though, ending up sharing hushed laughter together.

Pillow talk is never serious between you, always random pieces of gossip or funny moments from your day. You could both stay awake the whole night musing over these little things with each other, if it wasn’t for the fact that you feel so safe and loved whenever you’re in Yunho’s presence, finding your eyelids feeling heavy as you lull off into sleep.

Yeosang

When your relationship was fairly new, pillow talk generally consisted of actually talking, like getting to know each other on a deeper level and sharing secrets. Now is a much different story. Between trying to get cosy under the covers without letting as much as a centimetre between you and getting enough air between passionate kisses, there’s not any time left for actually talking.

Once you’re both exhausted from making out, there’s a lot of heavy breathing and bashful giggles. Until you catch Yeosang watching you, proud of how flustered he is still able to make you, even after so long together. That’s when you try to move on the moment by asking him sporadic questions that float through your mind. He seems to know the most random facts and it’s become a game now where you try to ask him the most ridiculous questions to see if he knows the answers.

San

San will either be extremely playful or completely serious, there’s no in between. Better yet, he’ll go back and forth between messing around, trying to lightheartedly annoy you, squishing you into his chest or squashing your cheeks between his hands and suddenly staring at you for too long, guiding your hands to lay on his chest or biceps and delving into deep kisses.

It’s difficult to talk to him when he’s in either mood, so pillow talk for you is mostly time to display as much affection as you’d like to each other without getting complaints for being inappropriate. San is cheeky as the best of times, a devil when he wants to try and piss you off. Of course, he doesn’t actually want to make you too mad, just enough so you’ll be a little harsher when making out. He’ll even go as far as pulling away from a kiss too early so you’ll grumble at him and smash your lips back onto his with way more force.

Mingi

Adorable. That’s all I have to say.

But seriously, pillow talk with Mingi is a dream. He likes to listen, and will look at you with so much affection, giving you heart eyes the whole time. He wants it to be a safe space, where you can share anything you want with each other. No judgement, only comfort. When you’re both beginning to feel sleepy, he’ll wrap you in his arms and pull you close. Encourages you to use him as your pillow because “you’re too far away if you use your own” 🥺 (why is that emoji so accurate?)

He might be bigger than you, but let’s get one thing straight, Mingi wants to be cared for as much as he cares for you. Reciprocity is key. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, you give him one on the lips; he wants to cuddle, you open your arms wide and invite him into your embrace; he wants to play with your hair, you run your fingers through his until he drifts off to sleep.

Wooyoung

Surprisingly quiet, not usually much talking actually going on. You usually find Wooyoung already lying on top of the duvet, looking up at the ceiling as though there’s some mural painted there instead of plain white. He looks thoughtful as he waits for you to join him. You try to be gentle when you cuddle into his side, leaning over to press a kiss onto his cheek.

Wooyoung does this thing where, without breaking contact with the ceiling, his hand will manoeuvre to find yours and thread your fingers together on his stomach. This usually leads you to resting your head on his chest, which he loves. There are times when he’ll use his free hand to tuck under your chin and coerce you to look up at him so he can lean down to give you a proper kiss. And then there are other times where, when he’s feeling a little more mischievous, he’ll roll you both over so he’s crushing you into the mattress. His maniacal laughter is more amusing than annoying, and does settle your complaints a little. However, it doesn’t stop you from trying to push him away.

Jongho

He’s always the last to bed, so it’s not uncommon to find you already dozed off waiting for him to join you. There’s something about finding you already asleep that makes his heart swell, maybe it’s the way you look so at peace, or maybe it’s because you’re still sat upright against the headboard and he can tell you had tried to stay awake for him. He doesn’t mean to wake you, but the dipping of the mattress when he climbs in beside you makes your eyes open and a little gasp emit from your mouth.

Jongho will simply send you an apologetic smile, taking your hand in encouragement for you to join him in laying down. He’s always relived to see you get comfortable in a way that won’t give you a sore neck. Ok…so maybe he did mean to wake you. No words need to be exchanged between you to both know that it’s time for sleep. So Jongho’s eyes flutter shut pretty quickly. Although, he can’t help but let out a quiet giggle when he feels you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek, his hand giving yours a squeeze as a silent goodnight.

[inadaydream99]

Sibling has a Crush/ Is Dating another Member

Requested by anon - where reader has a crush on/ is dating their brothers band mate (Oneus)

A/N - this features a gender neutral reader - sorry to the anon who requesting this because it took me so long!!

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life!

Ravn/ Youngjo

He found it sweet really. To see one of his closest friends and his sibling make each other so happy. Although, it hasn’t always been that way. When you first started dating Hwanwoong, Youngjo was a little jealous… he made that abundantly clear without ever admitting to it. But you like to think back on it as him being protective of the people he cares about the most.

Honestly, he was more hurt that Hwanwoong had fallen for you over him. Like, come on! Youngjo is the one that always showers him in the most affection, makes sure he’s eaten well and gotten enough rest. What did you do, make him laugh? Pft.

Moving on… Youngjo has always been a good brother to you and, regardless of your age gap, he’s been pretty picky when it has come to your past romantic interests. Which is why you were a little nervous about revealing that you had been seeing one of his own group mates. But as it turns out, he was surprisingly encouraging and definitely didn’t try to embarrass you in front of Hwanwoong by relaying stories from your childhood 👀

Seoho

The cutest sibling you could have ever asked for. Seriously, he is such a good brother. Which is why he was all excited giggles and bright smiles when you’d confided in him about your crush on Keonhee. Regardless of how much of a great sibling he is, Seoho is terrible at keeping secrets. Why you trusted him you have no idea. But you can’t take anything back now.

Whether it was intentional or not you’ll never know. But he is the very reason that Keonhee knows of your feelings towards him. Seoho just can’t keep his mouth shut when he sees you trying to have a friendly conversation with him. Even the tiniest of interaction between you and Keonhee sets your brother off on a whirlwind of school-boy giggles.

One time, he even skipped past you both singing “(y/n) and Keonhee sitting in a tree…” and then back again just to finish the rhyme. You’d only gone to Keonhee to ask if he wanted any snacks from the store… Although, maybe Seoho’s smarter than you give him credit for, because his teasing definitely made Keonhee feel so awkward that he offered to go with you, just so he could get away.

Leedo/ Geonhak

It has been made abundantly clear to all of his group mates that you are off limits. Geonhak is surprisingly unsurprising with how protective he his over his sibling. And so, you have to be very sneaky around him with your relationship.

So you’d been dating Seoho for a few months now and Geonhak was yet to be informed about it. You’d agreed with your boyfriend that it was in his best interest to keep your relationship hidden from everyone unless he wanted to be murdered in broad daylight by your brother. And luckily for you, Seoho was scared enough of Geonhak, knowing how cat and mouse-like their friendship is just from teasing, let alone him dating his members sibling.

Geonhak found out about your relationship completely by accident. You and Seoho thought you were the only ones at the dorm and had let down your guards, cuddling and holding hands as you watched a movie together. What you didn’t realise is that Geonhak had been in his room the whole time. So when he’d walked through the living room and spotted you both asleep on each other, he knew there was something going on behind his back.

He was actually far more calm than you ever expected him to be about the whole situation and you were relieved to see his acceptance of your relationship (although not before he’d given Seoho some very detailed descriptions of what would happen to him if he ever broke your heart).

Keonhee

He’s like a bestie and brother rolled into one, so you’ve always shared everything with him and vice versa. Despite knowing about the crush you have on Youngjo and Keonhee remaining positive whenever you talk to him about it, he’s not too keen on the idea of you actually dating one of his members.

While Keonhee is a light-hearted, bubbly person most of the time, as a brother he likes to remain level headed and set a good example. Although, that doesn’t mean you don’t have your fair share of petty squabbles. In fact, it was a silly argument getting too out of hand that lead to Keonhee spilling how he truly feels about your crush on Youngjo.

You couldn’t believe you ears when you heard your brother tell you he would never want you to date one of his friends. It wasn’t necessarily his words that upset you the most, more so his bitter tone. He’ll never be able to forget the look on your face in that moment, reality crashing down on his hard as he realises how selfish he had been to have wanted to keep you and his friends separate. But don’t worry, you can never stay mad at him for long. Especially when he profusely apologises and promises to buy you all of your favourite snacks.

Hwanwoong

You? Having feelings for Dongju?? How??? That was the exact reaction Hwanwoong had when he found out that you have a crush on one of his group mates. Ok, so, you aren’t technically aware that your brother knows of this secret because you’re not the one who told him. No, nosey Hwanwoong found out by eavesdropping on a conversation you were having with a friend.

He’s not really too sure how to feel about it though? Like, there’s a part of him that cringes at the idea, because it’s you, his sibling, and one of his closest friends. But there’s also another part of him that finds it kinda sweet.

Woong loves love, and so he finds himself wanting to play anonymous matchmaker. You know, where he comes up with some cheekily devious plans to get you and Dongju alone. He always finds it so entertaining how flustered you get around his friend and winding Dongju up without him knowing who the culprit is is also incredibly fun.Honestly, it’s been going on for a few weeks at this point and neither you nor Dongju have caught on.

Several times you’ve been invited over to visit your brother (when he knows it’s only him and Dongju at the dorms) only for him to come up with some lame excuse to leave you with your crush. Like when he said he was out of milk and rushed away but then when you went to the fridge to get a drink you saw a full carton? And you’ve turned to Dongju in confusion, both of you laughing over how slick your brother must think he is. He seriously still thinks you haven’t caught on???

Xion/ Dongju

You’ve been dating Geonhak for long enough that Dongju isn’t phased by it anymore and the only reason he was ever annoyed by it was when the others would tease him about his sibling dating one of his friends. But he had made it very clear not to make those sorts of comments anymore…

Despite the assumption that he would potentially murder Geonhak for dating his sibling, Dongju was surprisingly ok with it. So he wasn’t the biggest fan of the fact that he now had to share affection from his friend with you, you were nice enough to him to not rub it in his face.

Dongju can get quite possessive with things, liking to be the one that has the final say/ always gets his own way. So, as his sibling, you’ve learnt the best ways to work around that. For example, you won’t hang around with your boyfriend when you know that he is spending time with his group mates (unless invited by your brother) because you know how important it is to him. Likewise, Dongju promises to not disturb your dates at the dorm, even if he is bored.