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The above replies have been found on our author @pockpop’s post bts reaction to finding out yoongi is dating a black girl

There is still a stigma against black people in South Korea (please watch the video of Sam Ookyre talking about his struggles in Korea) and if someone asks a black woman on her POC writing blog to take that in account and write something about what the reception would be for a BWOC dating an idol, it is not racist. This is fan fiction for a reason, in that it is written by a wide array of fans from all backgrounds and it is fiction. This is an author who is a black woman of color, using anecdotes from her experiences therein to muse on a scenario involving idols that she obviously does not know, but has the opportunity to comment on in this capacity.

To imply this is messy or racist is in and of itself racist and erasing of voices that, whether you like it or not, are real and have the right to speak and create.

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celestia (s.jn) (j.jh)- chapter 5

plot: a chance encounter brings the unlikely pair together. impressed by her strength and fearlessness, johnny seo, CEO of NCT Corp, invites Y/N to work for him as a bodyguard. Y/N swore she’d never let anyone in after the death of her brother. but that all changed when she met him.

details: ceo!au, street-fighter!au, angst

warnings: violence, explicit smut (thigh-riding, protected sex, fingering, reader gets called a ‘slut’ a couple of times), swearing

pairing: nct’s johnny x fem!reader x nct’s jaehyun

word count: 6.6k

tag-list: @aquietchild​ @sunnyxiaojuns​ @bangtan-gal​ @neowrld​ @heart2jeno​ @iridesuhnce​ @thisismedamit​ @jisungievibes​ @britishvamps​ @sugas-daddy7​ @seodojaezz​ @eyypeach​ @maedesculpaeusoubi​ @suhweo​ @chanyeolol​

“Who the fuck’re you?” 

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I can go anywhere,

Anytime with you.

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the list of stolen kisses (k.jw)- chapter 8

plot: y/n l/n is the newest student at whitewater academy. intelligent, cunning, beautiful and never one to back down from a fight, she takes on the unbeatable challenge of ‘the list of stolen kisses’. fourteen boys, fourteen kisses. seems simple enough. but little does y/n know what lies in wait for her.

details: private school!au, part of a multi-member series, boy-next-door!jungwoo

warnings: smut (fem-receiving oral, protected sex, lowkey public sex? like in an office), bullying, mentions of anxiety

pairing: nct’s jungwoo x fem!reader

word count: 12.1k

i wanted to give a huge thank you to @markeu-lii​ for beta-reading this!! 

 “I’ve applied for six placements so far… most of them are professional services and law firms,” Eric explained. Minhyuk whistled in response.

“Damn, you’ve got it sorted so fast,” Eunbin comments and turns to Doyeon.

“Did you manage to get that placement at Jang Pharmaceuticals?”  

“I did, but I’m not sure if I’m going to take it… It’s great and all, but I don’t know if I want to spend my holidays in Hwaseong if I can get a placement at one of the Big Pharma companies here in London so I can at least see you guys,” Doyeon replied.

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Petrified

Harry Potter AU

⇢ Featuring (no pairing): jung.wy, kim.hj

⇢ Genre: fluff

⇢ Rating: pg

⇢ Warnings: none

⇢ Word Count: 348

“Wooyoung-ssi!” A voice hollered down the corridor, followed by high-pitched giggles that had everyone in the vicinity wincing.

The latter’s owner soon appeared, robe billowing behind him as he sprinted through the parted crowd, shooting a glance over his shoulder before he turned a corner and disappeared out of sight.

Hot on his heels was a rather blank-faced Prefect, but it wasn’t hard to feel the waves of irritation radiating off of him, his eyes betraying only a sliver of the boiling anger inside.

Students that were previously frozen in place scurried away once he had passed by, none of them wanting any part in what was taking place.

It was another ‘prank’ that was going to blow up into a disaster.

Although it had happened a few times, the boisterous Gryffindor had yet to learn not to stir up Kim Hongjoong, for the wrath he would unleash was uncontainable. With the toy still clutched in his hand, Wooyoung waved it around, the cheeky grin on his face not wavering even as the fuming Slytherin stalked towards him. He opened his mouth, but Hongjoong’s arm shot out and he muttered a spell with his wand aimed at the younger boy.

“Petrificus Totalus.”

The expression plastered across his face was comical, eyes widened and jaw dropped at the audacity of performing such an action in front of numerous witnesses. His limbs snapped together and he fell back with a satisfying thud.

A few gasps went around the clutter of curious students, though they dispersed when the Prefect turned his sharp gaze to them, a scoff slipping out of his mouth as he watched them stumble on the way to the stairs.

Taking slow strides, he stopped before the frozen prankster, plucking the object from him and tucking it under his arm.

“I told you to stop and give it back, didn’t I?” The smirk was evident in his tone. Patting Wooyoung’s shoulder lightly, he walked off to his next class, lips curling as he stuffed the half-finished creation into his satchel and straightened the shining pin on his robe.

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This Home is a Tomb pt. 1

[Stray Kids Multi Fic - 25Min Read/7.7K Words - Lee Know x Female Reader - Non-Idol!au, Thieves!au - NSFW/Smut, Plot - Unfolding Plot, Scheming, Grand Larceny, Friends to Lovers(?), Mysterious Characters]

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Mrs. Blackstone fired the last of her staff in the middle of the day, looking like a wreck in mourning. Maybe she was, you mused as you set down your binoculars, maybe she was upset that her meal ticket was gone. Maybe, you reluctantly lamented, she was truly distressed that her husband was missing. Minho reached between you and picked up the binoculars to take a look for himself. He was practically glowing on this beautiful day, contrasting hilariously with the storm clouds apparently raging on the hillside property you were currently watching. 

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Orange.

Photos used do not belong to me.

⇢ Featuring + pairing: song.mg; song mingi x reader

⇢ Genre: fluff

⇢ Rating: pg

⇢ Warnings: none

⇢ Word Count: 695

Orange Shirt

⤷ The one you love

You had returned to his home soaked from the rain.

Having brought no spare shirt to change into, you had to borrow one of his. While you were showering, he took one from his drawer and left it by the sink before going to the kitchen to whip up his special recipe for two hot chocolates to warm you up.

Coming out with his shirt tucked in your pants, you wrapped your hand around the mug with a grateful smile, leaning on him as you enjoyed the warm chocolate goodness.

You never really gave it back, and he didn’t ask, but you wore it as often as you could, especially when you two would hang out.

His heart would flutter every time he saw you in that shirt of his, with that sweet smile of yours.

Orange Juice

⤷ He knocked it over

Mingi, being the person he is, managed to hit your cup off the table, spilling the contents onto the floor. He apologised profusely, cleaning the mess with some paper towels he got from a booth.

The good thing was that neither of you had been splattered, so it was easier to get rid of the stickiness.

To make it up to you, he offered to buy you a drink at the café nearby that was run by a friend of his. You finally agreed after his firm insistence, though it was clear there would be a next visit as the heavenly taste of the beverage was too irresistible.

Perhaps it means another meeting with this clumsy boy who had a smile you couldn’t forget?

Orange Leaves

⤷ A stroll in the park

The two of you were walking along the path, swinging your arms while you pointed out every little thing that caught your eye with a tiny bounce in your step.

He followed your actions with a fond gaze, instinctively reaching out when a stray strand of hair fell on your face. Your excited chatter died down, and both of you glanced at the other before looking away, ears turning red.

Continuing your walk, you arrived at a large tree. Taking note of the checkered blanket laid underneath, you raised a hand to your mouth as your eyes moved on to the basket sitting on it.

The crunch of leaves snapped you out of your amazement as he walked over to you, extending an arm towards you.

“Join me?” You beamed at him, grabbing his hand and falling against the sturdy trunk.

On that afternoon, you basked in the cool weather with food and your favourite person to keep you company.

Orange Pumpkins

⤷ Your attempt to create a Jack-o’-lantern

“Are you sure?” You grimaced as you eyed the tools scattered on the table.

The pumpkin looked ominous as he took you by the hand and got you in front of it. He sent you a wide smile and a quick bob of his head, hands reaching for the knife to open a lid, then the big spoon after to scrape the insides.

You shuffled to the side, picking at your sleeve as you observed from a distance.

Luckily it went quite smoothly, and he turned towards you with a proud grin. Letting out a long exhale, you took his place and carved the design you had traced on it earlier, keeping your hand steady as the knife cut through the pumpkin. He did help with steadying it, but other than that it was all up to you.

Lifting the final piece, you put the knife down and sighed, feeling the weight on your shoulders finally vanishing.

You spun around, eyes searching. When they landed on him, you mouth curved into a smile and you flung yourself towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I did a good job, right?” You asked as he examined it. Facing you, he took your hands in his and swung them sideways, nodding quickly.

“Let’s light it!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands and eliciting a giggle from you as he went to find the light source for the pumpkin.

Once he came back and put it in place, you switched off the lights and admired your product.

“Happy Halloween~”

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⇢ Featuring: kang.ys

⇢ Genre: fluff

⇢ Warnings: none

“Stay still~” You said, shuffling on your knees towards the boy sitting cross-legged across from you.

Fitting the headpiece on his head, you backed away with a satisfied smile and grabbed your phone to take a photo. His eyes followed your movements, hands reaching up to shield his face when he caught on, earning a small pout from you.

“Just one,” You sidled up to him, whispering as you gave his cheek a poke. “Please?” When he peeked through his fingers, you mustered the biggest smile you could, eyes disappearing and cheeks beginning to hurt from trying to maintain that expression.

He let out a giggle at your attempt, and you took the chance. Fumbling with your phone, you finally managed to capture his unrivalled features in their blissful state, a genuine grin appearing on your face as you drank in the face you never got tired of admiring.

An arm extended towards you, or more specifically, your phone. The glimpse of his fingers caught your attention, and you scooted back just in time for them to grasp thin air.

Tucking your phone in your pocket, you scrambled to your feet. He followed closely, launching himself at you before you could run and sending the two of you face-first onto the sofa with an oomph.

You mumbled into cushion while Yeosang disentangled your limbs from each other, the flower crown sitting atop his head now lopsided. Waving him over, you combed his hair back and tucked the stray strands behind his ear.

“You’re an angel, and I can’t believe you’re mine.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could realise what happened, a blush colouring your cheeks, the hand that was resting on his shoulder falling to your side as you looked to the floor.

He went silent. Too silent that you had to see why. Holding your hand, he placed it on his cheeks and leant into your touch as you locked eyes for a brief moment. It was then that you noticed the tips of his ears were red, and the warmth of his skin under your palms.

Sliding your hands to wrap around his neck, you murmured into his ear, watching as he grew even shyer and hid his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re so adorable.” You mused before sinking into the comfort of the embrace with a content smile.

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⇢ Featuring: choi.s

⇢ Genre: fluff

⇢ Warnings: mention of food

Letting the bag in your hands fall to the floor, you slumped in front of the sofa, head flung back as you let out a long exhale. You laid there for a while, your body too heavy for your exhausted limbs to support it.

“_____?” San walked over, his eyes lighting up when they landed on you. “You’re back!”

You managed a weak smile in return, giving him a small wave. “Hi…”

“You look like you could use a hug.” He crouched down, brushing your hair away from your face before engulfing you in a tight embrace. Pulling away, he poked your cheek and stood up again, offering to a hand to you.

You took it and pulled with all your might to get on your feet.

“There we go!” San said, guiding you to your room while you leaned on him. He led you to the bathroom, then went to grab some clothes for you.

“Here.” You reached for the bundle in his arms, the smile he wore giving you the energy you needed. Taking the opportunity to intertwine your fingers, his heart raced when a light blush dusted your cheeks.

“The food should be ready by the time you’re finished.” You nodded, and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

After the shower, you changed into the clothes San got you and went to the kitchen. It seemed like you were just in time, as he was serving your dinner on the plates.

You went up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you Sannie.” He smiled, turning to put the pot in the sink and picked the dishes up to bring to the table, you still clinging onto him.

“Seeing you smile makes me smile.” The smile on his face widened–his dimples made an appearance, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering nonstop.

Settling in your seats, San waited for you to take the first bite. You took a big forkful of the pasta, stuffing it into your mouth and enjoying the bursts of flavour.

“I love this!” For San, witnessing the way you covered your mouth in awe and the sparkle in your eyes reappear was more than enough. He reached over to give your cheek a light pinch, his eyes smiling along with his mouth.

The two of you moved on to your meal. It didn’t take long till you were scooping up the last bits into your mouth, legs pushing your chair back as you took the plate to the sink. San did the same, and you split the roles of cleaning and rinsing in comfortable silence.

Rinsing off the last utensil, he moved over so you could wash your hands. You turned to him with clasped hands—about to thank him once again for the delicious food—when he linked your fingers with his own. He tugged you towards the sofa, both of you melting into the cushions.

Releasing his hold, he spread his arms out wide.

“Come cuddle.”

You obliged without hesitation, feeling his arms snake around you. Resting your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes and began to drift off.

San played with your hair, ruffling it and twisting the stray strands around his finger. Upon seeing your peaceful expression, he felt of strong wave of contentment wash over him.

“You’ve always got me,” He whispered into your hair, bringing you closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Yellow.

Photos used do not belong to me.

⇢ Featuring + pairing: park.sh; park seonghwa x reader

⇢ Genre: fluff

⇢ Rating: pg

⇢ Warnings: none

⇢ Word Count: 860

Yellow Cap

⤷ It grew wings and rode the wind

It was only for a moment.

You had taken it off and placed it down on the table to tidy your hair, and at that exact second the wind decided to pick up, taking your cap along with it.

The realisation wasn’t immediate as you had to brush your now tangled locks away from your face to see what was going on. And by then, the cap had flown across the park and was only stopped because it got caught by the corner of another table.

Getting to your feet, you ran towards it and was about to sweep it off the ground when someone appeared before you, also bending down to retrieve your cap.

You knew what was going to happen, but your body didn’t move fast enough to avoid it as your heads collided. Jerking back, you steadied yourself while holding your head with a wince. The other person had fallen over, head in his hands as he hunched over.

Stepping closer, you shot them a concerned glance as you picked your cap up and put it back on. Tucking your shaking hand in your pocket, you tapped him the shoulder.

The face that turned towards you blew you away.

Wow. A face like that exists?

You slapped yourself, cheeks growing warm as he looked over you once to check for injuries—furrowed brows easing when there were none—and nodded.

Helping him to his feet, you waved and dashed off, a little overwhelmed to handle being there for any longer.

Yellow Balloon

⤷ To match your bright outfit

You were enjoying your time at the carnival and had just taken a break from the games by roaming around the food area. A particular booth had caught your eye since your arrival, and you headed there now to see what it had to offer.

Stopping before the tent, you took some time to admire the decorations that adorned it, an urge to touch the strategically placed balloons coursing through your body.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that.”

At the sudden statement, you jumped away with wide eyes. Looking at the young man that was leaning over the stand, you cleared your throat and denied that you were going to.

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment further, disappearing for a few moments before returning with a smile and a wink. Crossing your arms, you glided over to read the menu and focused on deciding what to eat instead.

“One Rainbow Sorbet, please.”

Handing the treat to you, he held up a balloon with his other hand.

“This is for you.”

Yellow Cake

⤷ You went to the café nearby in hopes of filling your stomach

Your stomach grumbled for the third time that morning, finally persuading you to get something to eat.

Wandering the neighbourhood, you found yourself in front of a small café. The worker at the worktop raised his head to give you a small smile as you walked in, heading to where the food selection was displayed.

After some pondering, you went to make your purchase.

“One slice of your Sunny Smile, please.”

You didn’t have to wait at the table for long. A few minutes passed before he was gently serving your order with the same soft curve of his lips.

The cake was nice, very nice and sweet. You would definitely be coming back in the future.

Though one thought kept popping in your mind, that his smile was sweeter than anything in the world.

Yellow Notebook

⤷ You lost it

Ah… you sure have a knack for losing your possessions.

Returning home after spending a good few hours at the café, you rummaged through your bag, only to realise that you were missing something.

Where was it?

As you racked your brain to remember the activities you had today, you figured that you might have left it on the table. Rushing back, you swung the door open (almost losing your footing from the momentum) and zeroed in on your usual spot.

There was nothing on the tabletop.

You scurried over, looking around the area as your hands became clammy. You suck in a breath, trying not to think about the what-ifs and of the possibilities that your notebook had been taken.

“Are you looking for this?” Startled, you stumbled back and bumped into someone.

Whipping around, you kept on apologising with a slight tremble in your voice. Catching sight of the familiar cover of the notebook in his hands, your eyes lit up.

“Yes!” Squashing down the impulse to snatch it, you took it from him with a polite smile. “Thanks a lot, I was afraid it was gone for good.”

He chuckled. “I saw you leaving in a hurry, so I thought I could give it back the next time you came.”

Freezing at his words, the horror written on your face made him smile sheepishly. “Ah, did I say something wrong?”

“Oh!” You shook your head, stuffing the notebook into your bag. “No, you just reminded me that I have somewhere to be.”

Heading to the door, you sent him a look of gratitude before racing off. He watched as you disappeared, lips twitching at the way you swung by and went in a flash.

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supalonely / NCT

JaehyunxReader

Genre: sad girl hours / oh hey this is kinda like a far reaching sequel to reality

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: mentions of depression and anxiety, ft. drunk/high!Jaehyun

I’m a sad girl, in this big world. It’s a mad world

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Can You

[~10Min Read/3.3K Words - Sub!Jaehyun x Dom!Female Reader - NSFW ½ Plot ½ Smut - Office hookups, impromptu dom/sub, mutual pining, dirty talk, mild degradation]

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You’d never really looked at Jaehyun until he wore a suit to the office. Of course, you saw him nearly every day, but the day he dropped his messenger bag on your desk as he raced around, looking for his tie clip he’d left in the office last time he had a hearing, you truly noticed him for the first time. It wasn’t exactly in your job description to acknowledge how effortlessly tidy he kept his hair, or how neatly he kept the stubble on his chin smooth, or the natural charm of his dimples, but now you were trying desperately to keep your mind off of it after he ran to catch his Uber. Surely, you would forget about it, and not have to worry about disappointing your father, who’d pulled some strings with a friend to get you this job in Jaehyun’s office in the first place. 

But then Jaehyun came huffing back into the office at the end of the day, after his hearing, while you were on your way out. His suit jacket was slung back over his shoulder, with his tie pulled loose in his shirt collar. The look alone made your heart quake. 

“That ran way longer than I’d been hoping,” he laughed exhaustedly as he shrugged back into his office, “I’m so happy to get this stupid suit off.” 

“Want some help?” You laughed, instantly mortified at your outlandish remark. Thankfully, Jaehyun laughed. 

“Not tonight,” he chuckled, his shoulders appearing to relax as he thankfully seemed charmed by your joke.  

And you refused to think about it, wouldn’t have deigned to think about how Jaehyun would look taking that suit off when he got home that night, and how maybe you wanted to take it off for him. Instead, you returned back to your little apartment on the other side of the city and hopped into a freezing shower. 

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Jukebox drabbles! I’m so excited that I tried to bring you something fun. Harvard by Diet Cig 💗

{ How's your new Ivy League girlfriend? }

“Hey guess what.”

Chuckling, you clean off the steamer before entertaining Haechan with an amused response, “What?”

“I got accepted into Berklee!”

Almost dropping the cup in your hand, you turn to your co-worker with a grin somewhere between pride and excitement. And knowing how big of a deal it is for him to get into his first choice, you decidedly put the steamed milk and espresso shot aside to give him a well deserved hug. College may not be for you, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be proud of those who decide to pursue it. 

“I’m so happy for you,” you sing, swaying him side to side in your embrace. 

“Thanks,” he chuckles, breaking away first, “I’m just relieved to be accepted somewhere, let alone my first choice.”

“It’s amazing,” you smile, resuming the order quickly, adding a fond, “You’re amazing.”

Haechan smirks, opening his mouth to reply, when the jingle of the bells at the front door catches his attention. About to greet the customer with a chirpy voice, the words are caught in his throat when he realises who just entered the cafe. With his eyes darting between you and the customer, he thinks fast and moves around you, taking residency at the front counter despite supposedly working the floor for the first half of his shift. 

Confused, you’re about to order Haechan to leave your station. But one peek from behind the coffee machine, and you realise why your co-worker had been so eager to take your place. 

“Hey Doyoung,” Haechan greets, “how can I help you today?”

“Hey Channie,” Doyoung smiles fondly, “I’ll just get a vanilla latte.”

“Have here or to go?”

“To go, thanks.”

As Haechan rings up Doyoung’s order, you try to move as unnoticeably as possible. But you’re not the most subtle person, with your brightly dyed hair, piercings and tattoos. You try to elongate your time away from the counter, smiling at customers, asking if they need anything, fixing up tables unnecessarily, so that by the time you return, Doyoung won’t be there anymore. Unfortunately though, when you return to the coffee machine, Haechan informs you that Doyoung has changed his order status from to-go to have-here instead. 

Shoulders deflating, you think about burning his coffee order on purpose, or using a substitute milk instead of whole -  something small, but definitely still petty. Something that said ‘fuck you for breaking my self worth’. Because if dumping you wasn’t bad enough, he had to make a point about how he just couldn’t be with someone who wasn’t in college. And to add salt to the wound, not long after the break up, you heard through word of mouth that he started courting some snooty college girl, the artsy type that looks like she just walked out of a Ralph Lauren catalogue. So yes, you do feel justified for burning his coffee. 

Pouring the milk into the cup, you place it on the counter for Haechan to serve. But as if the Gods themselves decided to have a laugh, he just so happens to be busy serving a different customer. And because you’re not preoccupied with another order, policy states that you have to serve it yourself. 

Begrudgingly, you cross the cafe floor to where Doyoung sits, patiently watching you approach him. You always did hate his branded clothing, his Lacoste polo’s and Tommy Hilfiger sweaters, all being an excessive show of his status in life, bee-lining him towards a cookie-cutter future spent in country clubs and high rise offices. All projecting him towards a life that you just apparently didn’t fit into. 

So when he greets you timidly, the best you can give him an obviously forced smile. But when trying to walk away, he calls you back softly, almost pleading for you to entertain whatever he has to say after all this time. And yes, you shouldn’t give him the time of day - but then again, this is the same guy who spent every second of the day with you when you got the flu. The same one who insisted on paying for everything during dates. Doyoung was so good to you, that it made the break up feel like the biggest punch in the gut. 

“Can you sit with me for a second?”

Looking over your shoulder, you find Haechan behind the counter, obviously taking nosy glances your way every five seconds. And figuring he can handle a few minutes by himself behind the coffee machine, you make a show of pulling the chair out opposite Doyoung, as if you don’t have time for this and you’re only forcing yourself to. 

“I’m sorry,” Doyoung starts, clearly having thought this speech out long before he asked you to sit down, “You deserve so much more than this apology, but it’s the best I can offer right now. What I did back then, what I said, was really shitty of me. It came from an immature and insecure place. I’ve grown a lot since, and I needed you to know that I’m sorry for the way things ended.”

“Oh,” you certainly didn’t expect this speech, “um, yeah. That’s cool, I guess.”

“I know it’s all out of the blue, but I’ve had some time to do some thinking recently,” he frowns at his cup, “and I couldn’t help but keep thinking back to us and the break up. I guess I wanted a better ending for us. Some proper closure.”

“Um yeah, totally,” you nod.

The air feels a bit stiff, mostly because you don’t how to respond to an earnest apology from him. It’s not as though this is the first time he’s apologising for something, but more that this is the first time someone has apologised, to you, for a bad break up the right way. You’re usually more defensive, but those months spent with Doyoung broke your walls down, and they never did rebuild properly. 

Perhaps you can forgive him, especially after all this time. 

“So,” you smirk teasingly, trying to make light of the heavy atmosphere on the table, “The new girl must be good if you’re feeling this conscientious.”

Doyoung blushes, and you see the love in his eyes as the thought of her is brought up. You want to be hurt and jealous, but the feeling simmers down to a dull nostalgia. Sure, you were that girl once, but you’ve both clearly grown up since then; well, him more than you probably. 

“We’re uh,” Doyoung frowns, “we’re actually on a break at the moment.”

“Oh.”

“It’s more for academic purposes,” he explains, and once again you’re reminded of why a relationship with him never worked out, “we decided it would be best for our relationship if we put all of our attention on our grades for the rest of the semester.”

Doyoung smiles, that stupid half smile that bunches his left cheek up while pursing his lips in. That stupid boyish smile that used to win him so many favours from you. Maybe he really means no harm, but with that smile, you couldn’t help but smell the bad ideas that radiated from the shining of his eyes. 

“And let me guess,” you smile condescendingly, “Now that the Ivy Princess isn’t around to entertain, you’ve come running to me to help you with your downstairs problem?”

“Wait, no, I-“

“Save it Doyoung,” you spit, pushing away from the table, chair dragging against the wooden floor with a screech, “I’m not gonna be your secret side chick for the fun of it.”

“That’s not-“

“I’m sorry that your life is so boring now, and that your beloved college girl isn’t satisfying your needs,” you scoff, “But you chose that. You chose all of that over me. So don’t come running back, thinking you’ve still got any residency in my life.”

Met with a dumbfounded look, you can’t bite your tongue, not with how satisfying it is to finally be the one to hurt him. 

“I’m flattered, truly,” you chuckle dryly, walking away from him, “but you can just go fuck yourself.”

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To Lose (My First Love)

A/N: just angst from an rp I'll never finish, it was really pretty and I thought it would be so sad if it never saw the light of day.

Pairing: Kevin Moon x Reader

Warnings: none (aside from heart hurty)

Word count: 353

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She looks at him, eyes saddened and she thinks there may never be a man as beautiful as him. Ethereal just like the moon they both worshipped so dearly. The air between them is thick and cold like the night air and the heartache they share hangs in the air, it swings back and forth though no words are shared yet. She knows that he knows what she came to him for, she wishes for moment that she could give him the confession he so desperately craves.

"You know, you were my first love Kevin. There will always be a place for you, right here." She grabs his hand as if it's made of glass and places it over the left side of her chest. She can see the tears welling up in his eyes and it causes her vision to go just as blurry.

"I'm so sorry, you know I love you but I'm not in love with you...not anymore." She leaves out the part where she could say if only he had told her sooner then maybe things would be different but she cant bring herself to say it. Not when they both know, not when they both hurt.

She wishes to kiss him but she knows that would be wrong, just the thought itself is wrong. The energy between them is so longing, so tender, they both feel it so close their hearts are and yet so far. She can hear just how muddled his thoughts are, can feel the way he also wishes to kiss her. He begs for it even, though not with his words. He begs for more than just her kiss and it flusters her.

"I can't do that to you Kevin, I won't." The hand that still rests over the left side of her chest can pick up the way her heart flutters at his thoughts and feelings. Her right hand reaches up to caress his cheek as if he is made of glass.

To her he might as well be, for he is just as precious and twice as fragile in this moment.

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The Sabotage of Simkung House - Part 3

[Stray Kids Multi Fic - 20Min Read/5.8K Words - Hyunjin x Female Reader - Non-Idol!au, Variety!au - NSFW/Smut, Plot - Reverse Harems, Variety Shows, Unfolding Plot, Panty Stealing, Noona Kink, Femdom, Brat Taming, Dom/Sub Elements, Secret Hook-Ups]

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Hyunjin was a troublemaker. You hadn’t noticed it before, but it was abundantly clear now that you were finally taking a morning to make up the beds. The boys were expectedly possessive of their rooms as they were their only “private” spaces on set, but with each passing day you could tell at least two of the three bedrooms were growing musky, the worst of which belonged to the two youngest cast members. They clearly weren’t cleaning, and they clearly weren’t giving you all their laundry. In fact, only a couple of the cast were giving you everything. Minho and Changbin were currently taking turns setting their laundry downstairs for you from their shared room, and those were the only pairs of socks and underwear you’d seen since filming began. Clearly, the other boys were doing half their own laundry. Whether from pride or privacy, you have no clue, but, nonetheless, this allowed an opportunity for Hyunjin to account for one pair of your missing panties, laid out perfectly flat under his pillow. 

It was suspicious. The panties were still clean, still smelling of laundry soap with no hints of debauchery other than the fact that they currently weren’t in your own room. In fact, you’d found them solely because a hint of lace had peeked out from under Hyunjin’s pillow. You were meant to see this. So what were you to do? You set about cleaning the rest of the room, the lion’s share of the mess belonging to Jisung, and set about formulating your game plan.

You tugged and patted the sheets on Jisung’s bed flat, instantly satisfied as the room looked better overall, even with just the beds made, when you nearly tripped on a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Another peek of lace was barely noticeable in the tangle of clothes. You gently pried the rest of the pile up, not wanting to disturb where the panties had been left, just like you left the pair Hyunjin stole supposedly untouched under his pillow. These, however, were decidedly used. You weren’t disgusted – it wasn’t like the entire pair was a solidified mess – but the delicate fabric was clearly crumpled and hidden after Jisung had finished being “inspired” by them. Unlike Hyunjin, he absolutely did not want you to find these. 

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Exposure

[15Min Read/3.8K Words - Idol AU - Jungwoo x Paparazzi Female Reader - NSFW/Smut - Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Fellatio, Light Degradation, Dom/Sub Elements]

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Your braids felt too tight. They probably were, but you had rushed to get out to this fanmeet when you caught wind of it. Your boss understood your strengths, and you weren’t about to let that down. Once you were able to get your shots, you wouldn’t even think about the dumb braids anymore.

It all started when an exec tried to say you looked too young to be successful as a photographer. No one would take you seriously looking like a high schooler, apparently, and it ruined you for days until you passed by a group of fans waiting for their favorite actor to make an appearance at the mall. These girls got so close and they could get into events that press weren’t allowed into. Even though you had openly applied for a sketchy tabloid job, you knew you needed credits to get ahead, and now you wanted to prove yourself. You had ran home, dug out your high school sweatshirt, pulled your hair into some pigtails, and were able to give the same exec who turned you down some great candid shots. 

So this is what you did now. You perfectly fit in with the gaggles of fansites that would crowd these events, and no one gave you any second glances. You carried your press badge hidden behind a photo card on a lanyard attached to your camera, swapping out photocards for whatever group you were chasing. Today was NCT 127, so the photocard attached to your camera was of Kim Doyoung who, according to your boss, was in talks for some new ventures and could use some new publicity. 

You had chased the group for three days now but every time you attempted a good shot of him, Kim Jungwoo kept getting in the way. They were always shopping together or eating together or doing nothing at home together and you couldn’t get any good shots of this idol alone and the whole chase was driving you crazy. This fire in you blazed when you took this new batch of photos into editing and you noticed. Jungwoo recognized you. More and more in these shots, Jungwoo had caught you in the background of his day, and today he even smiled at you. 

Your boss wasn’t pleased when you said you needed even more time to get some more shots, but nonetheless you still used the company’s money to get yourself on a train for the group’s next concert. This time, in addition to your girlish appearance, you had your equipment stashed in a backpack that you carried with you. You skipped the long line, though, and headed straight to the loading gate in the back of the venue. Press would never be allowed back here, but nonetheless you still walked up to security and did your best to look nervously excited. 

“Oppa,” you modestly smiled at the young guard, really only looking a few years older than you, “you know, it’s my birthday, and I saved up money from my part-time job for this concert for months to come here. I really would love to make it even more special.” The man shifted uncomfortably, clearly conflicted about throwing out a young woman just wanting to have a special day until you whipped out a small wad of cash to tuck into the pocket of his trousers. He bit his lip and slipped you a wristband before he ultimately stepped out of the way to let you in, pointing you towards the green room where you and the other groupies could wait. 

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The Sabotage of Simkung House - Part 2

[Stray Kids Multi Fic - 15Min Read/4K Words - Changbin x - Female Reader - Non-Idol!au, Variety!au - NSFW/Smut, Plot - Reverse Harems, Variety Shows, Unfolding Plot, Gym Sex, Daddy Kink, Secret Hook-Ups]

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How could a show like this get tedious so fast? By the end of the first week you had established a rhythm: clean, get a dumb text from Felix, flirt a little, and do a tiny amount of Chan’s laundry every night. The frequency was the biggest part of your routine that puzzled you. 

Until you realized – maybe that was his angle. Maybe, perhaps, Chan was awful at flirting and this was his attempt at seeing you in “private.” You set about experimenting, coming up to his room early one night, right after you heard steps travel from his room to the bathroom. Being the oldest had its perks, such as no roommate to answer when you pretended to wait after knocking. You bashfully gasped as a hand tapped on your shoulder from behind, and you turned to see Chan wrapped up in a bathrobe, his soft, wavy hair still soaked after washing. 

“Noona,” he plainly greeted, “I apologize for making you wait. It was nice of you to come meet me up here instead.” He brushed past you into his room, returning with a measly pile of laundry that he set in your basket before shutting the door in your face. You smiled meagerly, shrugging in defeat to the camera at the end of the hall when you turned to retreat downstairs. 

You hit the bottom step and let out an actual gasp this time, surprised as you were that Changbin was currently helping Hyunjin with his squats in the home gym outside your room. Both boys watched as you nearly fumbled Chan’s laundry out of your hands, Changbin’s smirk catching your eye before he turned his attention back to correcting Hyunjin’s form. You separated and got started on Chan’s laundry before heading back to your room to think. Did you have it all wrong? Maybe Chan couldn’t be won that easily. You would have to do some more reconnaissance.

The next morning, you awoke to your requisite text from Felix.

>How’s my shining star this morning? Try interacting more during the day. You rate the best out of the staff cast. 

You huffed out a sigh as you pulled on a simple pair of pants with your cute blouse, more suitable for housework when you weren’t attempting to get any work done for your own show. The curtains needed to be steamed and the hardwood needed to be tended to on the main floor. You would have to wax each room when the boys weren’t using them. Somehow, though, the house was already seemingly empty. You grabbed a duster and peeked into each room, trying to feel out where everyone may have run off to. Seungmin hadn’t warned you of any big happenings coming up, so it would seem odd that no one was around. 

Until you opened the door to the backyard. Apparently, the boys had begun a morning exercise regimen, with Changbin leading everyone in push-ups. Chan seemed most adept beside him, with Minho doing well enough at the end, and Jisung and Hyunjin attempting to keep up behind them. 

“Noona,” Changbin greeted over his shoulder, “we’re about to start some yoga to cool down and then we’ll be heading inside.”

“That’s fine,” you reassured him, “I was just checking up on you. I thought you’d all run away,” you laughed. 

“Want to join in?”

“Yoga?” You asked, considering. “Sure. Save me a spot tomorrow morning. Now, nobody steps foot in the study today until I’m done waxing the floor,” you teasingly wagged a finger at the boys, waving goodbye as you walked back in the house. 

You really did plan to join them. Your scheme now involved getting so invested in their show that you spent even more time with all of them. Surely, you’d be able to figure Chan out that way, and get the others in the process. Seungmin popped up as you headed to the study. 

“Do you need any workout clothes for tomorrow, noona?” He whispered in the quiet of the hall. You shook your head, silently thanking him and waving goodbye. Weird. If he’d watched your nighttime footage, he’d have known that you’d worked out before bed every night after the first. Then again, what assistant has time to watch the dailies?

Nonetheless, the next morning you arrived just in time for yoga with the boys, covered up pretty well with tights under your shorts and a hoodie on over your t-shirt, with a mic from the crew clipped on since you were out in the backyard. You stretched out with everyone else, them doing it to cool down from their workout, and you to warm up after your night of sleep. You attempted to not notice the boys all glancing at you as you easily kept up with and occasionally outpaced Changbin, your casual relaxation more than making up for any poses you didn’t quite get. It was apparent to you by now that the safe approach for all of them was to pretend you were entirely oblivious and innocent. 

Except for Minho. 

Minho caught your eye during Downward Facing Dog, smiling cutely at you as you stretched. And, as you transitioned into Child’s Pose, you noticed both Changbin and Chan taking note of your acknowledgement, each with one eyebrow cocked. At least, that is, until you smiled back at Changbin, causing him to quickly divert his gaze, and now Chan’s raised eyebrow was directed at him instead. 

Now what did that mean?

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