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sungbeam · 9 months

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𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

artist!kevin moon x senator's daughter!reader

after a long night, you find yourself on the front doorstep of a man who's heart you still held tightly in your grasp.

4.0k words, exes 2 lovers?, bittersweet angst with a happy ending, kissing, swearing, mentions of arranged marriages and controlling parents, mentions of social class, it takes place in washington dc bc i had a specific place in mind lol but i've also only went to dc once(???)

a/n: dug this up and dusted off the cobwebs — originally inspired (partly) by youngk's cover of moon river <3 (im sorry i always give you angst kevin...)

It was late when you knocked on his door. It was so late, in fact, that the fog had begun to roll over the Potomac and dampen the cobblestones beneath your shoes. You would have taken off the death traps your mother called fashion, but you'd seen your friends on the rowing team get foot diseases before. The streetlights here glowed from their perches in golden yellow flames, not amber like they did in some parts of the district.

You hadn't really expected him to answer. You knew he was almost guaranteed to be awake, but there were always exceptions. You knew he would recognize you, too, but if he would open the door for you… it didn't matter that he was the kindest person you'd ever met, there were always exceptions.

His expression sat carefully blank when you faced him, a war brewing in his beautiful eyes of a long past you shared. He swallowed, scanning your form.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say. You suddenly felt stupid. Why were you here? Why had you run all the way across the river to his place in Georgetown? Why him? Out of all the people, you chose the one person who's heart you let fall to the ground and shatter. It was a miracle he even opened the door. "I—I didn't know who else to go to."

The bobby pins in your hair stabbed your head and intensified the headache building in your scalp. It had been a long night; you weren't sure if you were even of sound mind and thought right now.

Kevin Moon considered you for a moment, his eyes and posture softening at the lines. "Come in," he murmured as he stepped aside in the doorway, "it's late."

You swallowed as you took slow steps into his townhouse and he closed the front door behind you. Everything was as you had last seen it—pictures of him and his family, his friends; his artwork hung on the entryway walls; stair leading up to the upper floors, and hallway traveling back toward the parlor and kitchen. You could extract the memories that you had of this place, but that would keep you up the rest of the night. It would be a dangerous endeavor, you thought, as if coming to Kevin in the first place wasn't already.

"Here." He held out one toned arm for you to grasp. "So you can take off your shoes."

You gave a barely-there nod. "Oh, uhm, thank you," you said, locking your hand against his forearm as you swiftly discarded the stilettos from your feet. When your aching feet met flat ground, a weight fell from your shoulders, and you lined up the pair against the wall neatly by his shoe rack.

He began trekking up the stairs, beckoning you to follow. "You can have the guestroom," he sighed, carding a hand through his hair. It stuck up in the back, you noticed whilst following him up, which meant he had probably been tossing and turning for awhile.

Everything smelled the same, felt the same.

A different weight fell upon your chest, suffocating. Was it a mistake to come here? It was all coming back to you.

And he was opening the only other bedroom door besides his on the floor, leaving the door open for you to follow. He fluffed the pillows and pulled a blanket out from the closet shelf. This room used to be for guests, not for you, but that change was your fault.

"I'll grab you something to change into," he said in the silence with one hand cupped behind the back of his neck. He didn't look at you this time. "You still know where everything is?"

"Yeah," you rasped. You cleared your throat and held your clutch in front of yourself like a pitiful shield. "Thanks, Kevin. I… I promise I'll be out of your hair by the morning."

A beat passed. You felt his eyes on you and met them.

"Just—" his arm fell to his side and tucked into the pocket of his sweats, "—take your time, Yn. Good night."

You watched him leave. "Good night."

The house was quiet again after you finished washing up in the bathroom and retreated into the guest room. Kevin could hear the door close even from the third floor in his attic studio, his feet pressed against the cool wood, eyes staring out at the half-filled canvas on the easel. He'd been stuck for awhile, having not yet decided what he wanted to do with the rest of it. This indecisiveness came with the artist's block, unfortunately.

He didn't like to admit that one of the few ways to get him out were the dozens of canvases shoved against the far corner. There was a drop cloth draped over them so he wouldn't get distracted, but… most nights he couldn't resist.

There was always something soulful about the way he painted your eyes. It had always been that, and your smile, that he intentionally captured first whenever he painted your portrait. It was a greedy, selfish attempt to keep some part of you for himself because he knew that it was and could never be like that in the real world. He knew that fact all too well.

The vision of you on his porch tonight… he'd almost believed he was dreaming.

Kevin released a frustrated huff from his mouth, rubbing his hands down his face, then up through his hair. His brushes remained untouched, canvas on the easel left undone.

He stood from his stool and quietly made his way back down to the second floor.

He could've sent you away, he thought. He could've, but did he want to?—

"Oh. Hi."

His eyes shot up at the sound of your voice, meek and soft. You stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom with his T-shirt and sweatpants hanging from your frame like it was two years ago. He lost his breath for a second; he didn't think you were still awake. "Did I wake you?" He asked, clutching the banister.

"No," you said while leaning against the door jamb. "I was… I wasn't sleeping."

That made the both of you.

"You still have bandaids in the medicine cabinet?" You asked him.

He nodded, stepping down fully onto the second floor. "Yeah. How many did you need?" He shoved the intrusive thoughts away from the forefront of his mind and replaced them with the idea of bandages. He padded over into the bathroom, turning the light on to rifle through the medicine cabinet.

Never mind that you knew where they were and that you were capable of getting them yourself—he already lost when he let you into his house.

You slipped in behind him. "Just a couple small ones is okay—for my feet."

Oh, right. He'd nearly forgotten you must have traveled all the way from across the river to get here in those god awful shoes. Not only that, but no doubt spent an entire night in them at some stuck-up, rich-prick gala—

Not now, he hushed. Most of the time, it was never your choice to even go to those functions.

He withdrew the box of Band-Aids he kept, all beat up from years of figuring out where they belonged. There was a mishmash of sizes, but most of the medium-sized ones were all gone, leaving only the extreme sizes on the spectrum. He picked out a few of the small ones for you, staring at the tile on the floor while you sat on the lid of the toilet to cover your blisters and bruises.

“I know that my showing up here unannounced was really unfair to you,” you suddenly said. He raised his head a little. You were grabbing your heel now, gently massaging your foot. “Especially at this time of night. I—” You paused, “I just—I’m sorry.”

If he didn't think about it too much, he could pretend this apology was only about you showing up unannounced, out of the blue, at an ungodly hour, and not about every other elephant in the room.

“It's okay, I understand,” he murmured. He felt his body move to settle on the edge of the bathtub across from you to take your foot from your hand to rub soothing circles into your aching bones.

You connected gazes again and he saw the flicker of gratitude in them, and something else he didn't want to see. Hope was so cruel sometimes. “You don't have to do this.”

“I know. I want to.”

It felt like college all over again, just you and him. Those four years had been some of the best years of his life—but they were filled with naïve bliss. The long, humid summer days and nights along the river; the golden light filtering through his windows as you read and he painted; the picnics on the Georgetown University lawns; the echo of your laughter against cobblestone walls and streets.

They were engraved into his memory, even with the rose-tinted lenses off.

He would call it a fever dream, but he knew you were solid and real when he held you. Your smile was real, your love was palpable. He could hear your humming in his kitchen in the evenings and feel the ghost of your arms around him in the mornings.

When you were called away by your family to fulfill filial obligations, you would always return home to him. Not them, him.

In this moment, he knew exactly what he was doing, even if he chose to pretend he didn't. Like this wouldn't lead to his heart getting broken again when all that was left of you in the morning was your perfume on his clothes and bandaid wrappers in the trash.

“So what was tonight about?” He piped up, daring another glance at you.

You shook your head. “You don't have to—”

“Only if you're comfortable.” Sometimes it helped for you to talk about it, and sometimes it didn't. He wanted to help, nonetheless. He still cared about you, after all.

You wrestled down a swallow. “It was some dumb charity that wasn't even about the charity,” you rasped, returning your bare feet to the floor when he was done rubbing the hurt away. You had to look away, and he resisted the urge to turn your chin back to him. “And something about—something about marriage.”

His heart fell to the bathroom tiles. “What?”

Marriage?

“It—it’s nothing—”

“Nothing,” he repeated, speechless.

“Not nothing,” you amended, tripping over your words. You shouldn't have mentioned it. Why would you mention it? Out of everyone, you and to say it to him. “My parents mentioned something about it, but it's just one of those things where they're urging me to start looking. I don't know. It's not arranged or anything.”

He said exactly what both of you were thinking, “Yet.”

You looked at him then. He saw the way silver lined your eyes, the hurt threatening to spill over just like what pounded against the floodgates of his heart. Yet.

If you waited any longer, who knew what your parents would do to secure a political alliance? You were a Senator's daughter, your family's jewel and pawn piece. You were born to be someone Kevin couldn't be with and god-fucking-damn did that hurt like a bitch.

They were giving you time to make your own, careful choice. It was an illusion of free will that made him seethe and ache for you.

“It's gonna be fine,” you said with little to no strength behind the words. “I'll be fine.”

Kevin stared at you. You and he had shared plenty of arguments about this exact topic before and it all ended in the same place. He didn't know what to say this time to make you say or think or do differently.

What could he possibly say to make you stay? To make you rethink your entire life and career, to make you turn your back on your own family?

“I'm sorry I said anything about this.” You sighed. “I don't know why I said anything about this.”

He swallowed. “I asked in the first place; it's okay.” His hands yearned to touch your skin, to swaddle you in his arms and rock you into assurance. He missed when he could reach over and warm your knee with his palm to silently tell you he was here and listening.

“We should try to sleep. I've taken so much of your time already. I'm sor—”

“Yn, love, stop saying you're sorry.” You didn't ask for any of this and you kept acting like you did, like it was your fault. He couldn't fault you for anything if he tried.

It looked like you were about to say something to him. He could practically taste the words that sat on your tongue.

Tell me I'm not suffering alone. Tell me that you still love me, even after all this time.

Instead, you nodded while rubbing your eye. “Okay,” you exhaled. “Thanks for the bandaids and your time.”

When you stood, so did he. He pressed a warm palm to the small of your back to lead you out of the bathroom, his other hand hitting the light switch.

He reluctantly drew his hand away from you to step towards his own bedroom.

He heard you stop, his head pathetically raising to meet you as you turned around.

“Kevin, I…” There it was again.

Oh, he wanted so badly for you to say it. But it was late and neither of you were in the right state of mind.

“Sleep on it,” he whispered. He couldn't handle any of those words exchanged now if you were going to regret it later. “Please.”

You inclined your head, lips pressing together. “Good night.”

“Good night,” he said back, for the second time tonight, and for as many opportunities as he was granted. As long as he didn't have to say goodbye instead.

Sleep refused to take you and you tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Two long hours of torture, and you gave up, throwing the sheets off your body to step over to the window. The street below was dark with only a small halo of golden light from a street lamp to provide some reprieve from the darkness. You'd always seen this back street from Kevin's bedroom, never this one. It was so odd seeing it from a different point of view.

You closed your eyes with a sigh and rested your forehead against the cool glass. What were you doing here? Why were you troubling a man who you'd already troubled before? Your being here had to be bad for the both of you, but why did your being here feel right instead? You could separate comfort from rightness anymore, couldn't find where the line was in the sand because maybe you had danced all over it before to muddle it up.

Maybe you didn't want to define it—you just wanted it to be him.

You would never forget this moment, standing with your eyes closed against a cold window pane, that you came to an understanding. You had little to no sleep in your system, but your heart hurt as much as your feet, and while there were plenty of ways to soothe sore feet, there weren't as many to heal a broken heart.

Maybe a glass of water would refresh you enough to fall asleep. It would be terrible of you to wake him up, especially when you'd bothered him this much. He had already done so much for you.

But you'd seen him just hours ago, and you'd seen the tenderness in his gaze, felt the tenderness in his touch.

The way he'd asked for you to “sleep on it” had been loaded with something. Hope was so cruel sometimes.

Your chest tightened and you pulled away from the window. You stepped over to the door to quietly open it and slip out. There was no light coming out from beneath Kevin's bedroom door, and you tiptoed across the landing to make your way downstairs.

When you'd successfully retrieved a glass of water, you climbed back up the stairs, only to freeze at the sight of Kevin stepping up onto the ones leading up to the attic. Your heart galloped at the sight of him.

“I hope I didn't wake you up,” you whispered this time, gesturing to the cup of water in your hand. “I just needed some water.”

He nodded. “Don't worry about it. Can't sleep still?” He asked.

You shook your head. Not even if you tried.

He seemed to understand, and with a sweep of his hand through his hair, he beckoned you up to the third floor with him.

You hadn't been up to the attic for as long as you had been away from Kevin. It was his studio space, somewhere he could let his creativity run wild. There were canvases pressed and stacked up against the slanted roof, paint cans and boxes of brushes off to the side, and the chaise lounge you always draped yourself over when the sun filtered in just right. It was the perfect spot to curl up with a good book, and you could feel its cushioned back imprinted against yours even now.

The memories all flooded back in one, big tidal wave and your hand tightened around your cup.

“Are you working on anything?” You asked quietly, lingering at the stair landing to sip your water. You feared you weren't allowed to venture further, as if you needed permission to wander now.

He glanced back at you from his easel stool, forehead creasing between his brows when he saw you still standing there. “Yn, you can sit,” he said, nodding to the chaise lounge. “Not really,” he confessed. “I just… I've been in a block, I guess.”

You crept over to the lounge chair and seated yourself on the edge, stiff and with your legs crossed one over the other. You leaned your forearms onto your knees, looking in the direction of Kevin, his body half blocked by the wooden easel. “Ah, I see,” you murmured. “Have you had trouble sleeping lately?”

His eyes flickered to yours. “It's… on and off. You?”

“Same.” Your mind went to what you thought about in the guest bedroom earlier. Would it be out of left field to spring it up on him? You didn't even know if he felt the same way anymore, but… but you had to try, didn't you?

Why did you come to him? Out of all the people and places in this city, your feet carried you here.

“I—” Both of you said at once, eyes clashing when you realized the other's voice was speaking.

“You first,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, please. I—I think you should go first.”

He seemed to hesitate, but relented. There was so much emotion in the way he looked at you then; the wideness of his eyes gave it all away. “Why are you here, Yn? Why are you really here?”

It was like he could read your mind. You knocked back the rest of your water and placed the empty cup on the floor a little ways from your feet so you didn't knock it over. “I,” you began, “I don't… at least, I don't consciously know.”

He pursed his lips together. “Do better than that. I know you can.”

You knew he was right; you could do better. You knew the truth, but it was a matter of how much courage you had to face it. “Kevin, I—I should've never let you go that easy, and I should've never let my judgment be swayed by my parents as it had. I'm so sorry for hurting you; you never deserved it. You never deserved any of it.

“I think,” you said, one hand grabbing your other shoulder, “after all this time, I still know who I want, and it's never been anyone but you. That's why—that’s why I'm here.” You wished you could shrink into yourself with his gaze pinned to you like it was. “And this is all so unfair to you—I know. I know it is, and I am so, so sorry.”

You would bear your entirety to him in hopes that he believed you and saw your sincerity. Because while your parents had raised you to be their perfect daughter, they missed the part when you fell hopelessly in love with your best friend from college. It tore you apart that day they forced you to part ways with him—you knew it did just the same to him, too.

Kevin was quiet for a moment with a pensive expression on his face burning into his floorboards. He suddenly stood and made his way over to you, your body shifting to make room for him on the chaise. The pair of you sat side by side with your shoulders and legs pressed against each other, sharing the other's warmth.

“I don't blame you if you're bitter,” you said. “I would be, too. And you can kick me out if that makes you feel better, because I…”

“Don't say it's because you deserve it.”

You tilted your gaze over to him.

He shook his head. “You don't deserve it. You hurt me, yes, but I know why you did it and I can't blame you for it, no matter how hard I try.” He turned his gaze up to the ceiling for a moment. “Sometimes I wish I had been born in a different position so neither of us would have to hurt so much.”

Your chest ached.

“It's not your fault,” you said. “Kevin, it was never your fault.”

His smile curled into something somber as his hand reached over to thumb your cheek. “I know it's not. And it's not yours either.”

For a moment, his hand lingered, and you let it.

“Don't marry someone else,” he said so quietly you thought you'd imagined it. But there was that tenderness in his eyes then, loving and imploring, and you knew you hadn't just kidded yourself.

His hand went to cup the side of your face. “I can't—” he swallowed, “I can't stomach that thought. I love you too much to see you unhappy.” His words were slurring together, voice watery, as he attempted to cover it up by pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I love you so much it hurts,” you told him in earnest. “Of course I'd run back here to you. It's always been you.” No amount of parental control could change that. They could never choose who you fell in love with when your heart was yours to give.

Kevin shifted to press his lips against yours, soft and cautious, giving you the space to back out. You reciprocated though, hands coming up to cup his face. And as you kissed, a sense of comfort settled over you, something akin to contentment, like knowing this was where you were meant to be. All the worries and heartache melted away for one split second of bliss that you found in a man whom you loved too much to let go.

His nose gently bumped against yours, his thumb caressing your cheekbone affectionately. “I love you. You can break my heart when you leave in the morning, but let me have this at least.”

“You can have this, and you can have me,” you said, nodding against him. You were going to fight this time; you would fight until you bled because you would be damned if you let him go so easily a second time. “You've always had me.”

a/n: i have to be up early tmr as usual... but i hope u didn't get bored by all the wordiness sjfbdkdn

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tartigglez · 2 years

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"goodnight, dear"

zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: i forgot to get one then celeste reminded me and i was like "aaaaaaaaaa"

summary: you're exhausted. luckily, only comfort awaits you as you come home.

tags: zhongli is very soft and its adorable yet odd, reader is tired to the point of almost collapsing (uh oh), lot of physical touch/petnames

tw/cw: mentions of fainting, light mention of insomnia but its not really specified idk (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: i have written too much and the fic hasn't even started yet. anyslays just had a bath just drank tea feeling soft time for writing. also this is lightly based on the lyrics of "goodnight, dear" by youngk bc yes

opening the front door of your home with a click was always a satisfying feeling, but especially today. the sheer amount of work and deadlines on your back at the moment would be enough to send anyone spiralling, so can you really be blamed for the aching in your bones, your dizzy head, or your eyes' constant will to close? there is nothing more on your mind than slipping under the covers of your bed and shutting your eyes until the weariness fades away...

entering the hallway, and shutting the front door behind you, you are immediately greeted by the scent of bamboo shoot soup wafting at you from the kitchen, an immediate giveaway of your lovers presence.

after a moment, you hear a lid being placed on a pot, and footsteps approaching you.

"my love? are you well?"

the soft baritone of zhongli's voice was exactly what you needed to hear right now. he placed a hand upon your cheek, and a gentle kiss on your forehead, before helping you remove your jacket, slowly sliding it off your shoulders. after hanging it on the rack he turned you to face him, and you could not evade the worried look on his face.

"did something happen? are you sick? you must rest now."

"'m fine, li', just-" you paused, trying to think of a word, trying to ignore the fact that the room was spinning, and trying to ignore the fact that your legs feel weak beneath you. "tired, is all".

in announcing this, you felt your legs begin to give out, luckily your beloved archon was there to catch you, wrapping one arm around your waist, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to your shared room.

he placed you down gently on the bed, which was unbelievably comfortable, especially now, in your state of weakness. the sheets were made by the most skilled textile workers in all of liyue, the nation your lover prided himself on.

"darling, who worked you to this point? is there someone who must be taught a lesson? perhaps a few flying rocks would do the trick?"

you let out a weak laugh at his words

"no, it is mostly my problem for taking such a workload on, please don't worry about me."

"you're lucky i love you, or else i would not hesitate. i am still held under the impression that many problems can be solved by flying rocks"

you smile lightly, and whilst trying to form an adequate response to your lovers attempt at comedy, your train of thought is interrupted by a brief removal of the hair from your eyes, and a gentle kiss pressed to your lips.

"wait here my dear"

placing another gentle peck upon your lips, your beloved leaves the room, presumably in order to ensure his soup hasn't bubbled over the entire kitchen by this point.

he returns, much to your surprise, in his half dragon form. his hair has been removed from its usual ponytail, and now flows down his bare back. the horns on the top of his head glow with gold in the dim light of the sunset coming through the bedroom window, and his tail presents itself in its own glory, gracefully moving behind the ex-archon.

"i figured you may feel more comfortable if i am in this state. may i lay beside you?"

it was hardly the first time you had seen zhongli look like this, but it never ceased to amaze you. for someone who did not care about others perception of him whatsoever, he truly always managed to look ethereal.

you nodded your head to indicate for him to lay down next to you which he did immediately. although he disguised it as wanting you to "feel more comfortable", the true reason that he presented himself in this form was because he felt he would be able to take better care of you like this, to further protect you from any threats of the outside world.

he manoeuvred himself next to you, so that he was facing you as you lay on your side. he pulled you closer to him before rolling onto his back and pulling you onto his chest, so that your head was buried in his neck, breathing in his scent of slightly burnt caramel and vanilla. his strong arms wrapped themselves around your form, as did his tail.

"my dear"

"mm"

"you must promise to never let yourself get to this state again."

"mhm"

"now." he brought his pinky finger to yours and wrapped it around it, which was something he had seen the mortals of liyue do whilst making a promise.

you couldn't help but laugh at his blissful unawareness, and tightened your pinky around his.

"promise"

"good."

you can hear his heart beating, and his light breathing threatens to lull you into a slumber incomparable to any other.

"li'?"

"yes my dear? is everything alright? do you need anything?"

"can i touch your hair?"

this struck the archon as quite the puzzling request. why on earth would you want to touch his hair?

"if you so wish, my lily, just be gentle"

you let out a content smile, moving your hand to make contact with his brown locks, and pressing a light kiss on the side of his neck as a sign of your gratitude.

despite how lovely this was, it felt oddly silent to you.

"li'?"

"hm?"

"will you talk me to sleep? i missed you"

"of course dear. shall i tell you the story of the time streetward rambler brought that absurd gift to cloud retainer? perhaps i have already told that one, hm. what about the time i had xiao run an errand to mondstadt and- ah."

already, you had drifted off into a slumber, courtesy of the age old words of your beloved.

he wrapped his tail around you ever so slightly tighter than before, pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and sighed in content at the sight of his exhausted partner getting some sleep at last.

"goodnight, dear"

#zhongli #zhongli fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #i write only for the approval of celeste at this point

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year

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The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x Male Reader Fanfic: CHAPTER 8

The next morning, you and Jeongyeon were sitting at each other's sides on the carpet in front of the TV.

The rest of the members, with Jihyo in the center, crossed her arms and legs as she pointed out her most intimidating and inspective stare out of everyone with her on the couch.

Surprised and puzzled by the sudden call-up for a short meeting, you and Jeongyeon were exchanging looks at the members as both waited for them to finally say what they had in mind to talk about.

"Why do you guys look at us like we did something wrong?" Jeongyeon asked her friends, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

Jihyo fixed her posture into a new one and pursed her head forward to deepen her glance at both of you.

"What happened yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" you asked. Their lips began to form a smirk, with Jihyo doing a slight nod.

Everything that occurred yesterday replayed in your mind until you reached that one particular moment that got you assured and garnered attention the most.

YN breathes out and tightens her lip. You looked at Jeongyeon, who gave back.

"Should we tell them?"

"Why?" Jeongyeon wondered. "Wait, they knew?"

"They've been on my side ever since I told them about my true feelings for you." You unraveled. "And these three, Nay, Ji, and Sana, mostly advise me on what I should do; that's why they know more about what's going on in me."

"We've heard every single worry that he had to keep within his chest," Nayeon said. "Good thing we sensed right that our manager here has something suspicious he brings whenever you're near him, Jeong."

"And what was it? You had any problems, YN?" Jeongyeon asked you, who slightly lowered your head in guilt.

"He can answer that, but before that, do it for us. We asked first." Jihyo paused. "What did we miss last night?"

You and Jeongyeon tilted your head at one another. Grabbing her free hand placed on her lap, you gripped it firmly and watched her face display happiness before you went back at the girls.

"I confessed to her. We talked about it, and now here we are." You showed to them your hands locked within Jeongyeon's grasp. "Jeongyeon's my girlfriend."

All eight girls cheered and popped at your announcement as you wiggled your hands, holding Jeongyeon, who giggled at your proud state.

"Really?!"

"I'm serious, guys."

"I told you, YN!" Jihyo playfully gestured at you with a slap. "You should trust us!"

"And I did," YN replied. "I even tried so hard it's embarassing how awkward it was to finally confess to her knowing everything I've told you guys still bothers me."

"But despite that, finally you did it and you secured that potential. Now look at what it got you; our words for you to follow were true and your love was true. It joined together to seek a positive result." Sana gave you a thumbs up and grinned.

"Wait, okay, there's so much going on that I just realized it all at once." Jeongyeon stopped everyone from celebrating. She focused on you with a concerning demeanor. "Please tell me, what were those struggles that you shared with them that I didn't know about, YN?"

You pressed your eyes and quickly smiled. "Well it's just this common crazy conflict everybody's having when you're falling in love called jealousy and dislike."

"And to who you were jealous at?"

"YoungK hyung."

Jeongyeon blinked fast and her eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Wait, him? So you've seen us-"

"Yeah. I am." You nodded. "Everything that I observe and thought whenever I see you two close, I've shared it to them."

The girls noticed that you were pointing your hands at them. Nayeon took the initiation to explain further.

"Well Jeong, as you see, manager YN oppa has been having a crush on you wayyy before you guys became close, you know this already don't you?"

"Yeah, he told me that yesterday."

"Okay, and oppa here always observes that you always get to interact with YoungK oppa. Then our oblivious YN here who was so clueless of your actual relationship with him, developed a feeling on jealousy inside of him each time where YoungK would approach you."

"And he told us many ways how he feels it and how he copes with it." Jihyo followed.

"They were right, Jeong." You approvingly labeled their short elaboration, but it's your turn to make things clear. "When they asked me that, I just say that I either stay quiet, pretend like nothing's happening on me but deep inside, whenever I see YoungK happily talks with you and you have this blush all over your cheek as you show how you really enjoy your conversation with him, it feels like my heart is being scrambled into a pool filled with nails."

Jeongyeon went closer at you and gripped your shoulders with ease, stroking your blades in a relaxing style.

"So you were really aware how I act around YoungK sunbae." Jeongyeon shyly said in guilt. "Okay, I admit that it warms my heart that I get to talk to one of the people I look up to but... you were wrong about us! We are just like brothers and sisters. Ever since we were in trainees, YoungK was already one of the idols in JYPE that I get to close with aside from Jihyo and Nayeon."

"I understand now, Jeongyeon and it was all fine for me." You said. "Even if I got jealous I just try to nevermind it, because I don't affect myself more of what you have with him. I know I didn't have the rights to feel like that because, I'm just a random guy and he's like you who has a big name in the industry. So I could just look at your state of happiness and I can already be put in relief and contentment that atleast... you are okay. You're the one I mostly care about, Jeong so don't worry about me."

Jeongyeon's face was flushed as her cheeks went beet red. She patted your shoulder before moving on to your hands to caress it with gentle. "Yet still, no. I have to say sorry because you earn it YN. It's normal to get hurt but it's not good to just contain it to yourself. That's why when I learned that the girls made you pour out everything of what your heart wants to shout, I became relieved that they helped you too to be okay, and I'm happy that you cooperated with them and think about yourself too."

She reaches for your morning hair and fixed it to make you look more attracting in her eyes. "I'm sorry again if I was completely unknown of what you truly feel for me, but I couldn't deny at all that I appreciated everything you've been doing for me. I may not be able to receive the signs you're trying to show me, but trust me when I tell you that it was getting effective. You did it, YN. You were amazing, to be honest... that you could make me fall for you in a short period of time with these kind and down to earth personality of yours." She stated as she pinched your cheek which made you smile.

"Apology accepted then. Let's not get too disturbed by those. What matters now is we finally got each other now. I love you, Jeongyeon and I'll definitely do my best to show you that everyday."

"Love you too, YN."

You and her shared a kiss and hugged together only for a matter of time when the girls interrupted with their dramatic sulking at the sight in front of them.

"Alright, that's it. You two are now the ones in love. Fine, we get it!" Momo blurted as she threw her arms up before she left the couch and the girls went to join her.

"Tss, have some respect on the singles here!" Chaeyoung roared as Dahyun patted her in the back.

"It should've been me who gets the first kiss, not her! I thought I'm the only one, YN oppa? Hmph!" Sana pouted and flipped her hair.

"Eww love." Tzuyu shrugged and twitched her lips.

"Wait, hey! Come back here! Okay, we're sorry for taking the moment!" You tried to prevent them as Jeongyeon just chuckled at the girl's childish antics and your apologetic deed.

All of them stopped and Mina laughed at your frown. "We're just kidding oppa, chill."

"Now we got the confirm, I don't have anything more to say and also the others here than to express my congratulations to the both of you." Jihyo nodded and grinned.

"Congrats Jeongie and manager YN oppa!" They all cheered simulteanously.

Jeongyeon stood beside you and you hooked your arm around her waist as she laid her head on your shoulder, smiling softly at their touching greeting to your newfound relationship with the most special woman of your life.

Everyone prepared themselves to leave for today's work. Being the manager of these idols, you had to double-task as you assisted and guided them if they had some troubles regarding whatever they had in mind, while at the same time, you had to mind your own business too.

As you opened the door of the van, each of them entered until Nayeon and Jihyo stopped to confront you.

"Hey, oppa."

"What is it, girls?"

Nayeon's face turned serious. "You know that both of us were Jeongyeon's longtime friends for more than a decade now. We treated her already as our sister, and we've known every detail about her throughout our lives."

"Then you better understand that we know what Jeongyeon hates and what's her weakness. She's vulnerable, and you've seen that for yourself many times now. She could get easily affected by every painful thing that she might encounter, and please, YN, we're begging you as her friends and her family: Protect Jeongyeon. Make her happy all the time. Just... don't break her heart, or else we assure you that you have to hide elsewhere so that you could still witness the sun rise and fall."

Jihyo stared at you as she reached for your hand and curled it to your fist, placing it on your chest and patting it. "Promise me?"

You bobbed your head in affirmation. "I promise, Nayeon and Jihyo. I'll make sure that she'll feel safe and delighted with me. I just want to show her how I can turn myself into the best boyfriend or, hopefully, a husband that she can have out of everybody else in the world to be proud of."

"There you go. Now we're settled, oppa. We believe in you, and for sure Jeongyeon does too," Nayeon said with a smile.

"You are a wonderful man, oppa. We support you in your relationship with Jeongyeon."

Jihyo and Nayeon entered the van. You closed the door and smiled in motivation as you looked at the fist you used to swear in your oath that you would cherish Jeongyeon for all time and always.

At the JYPE Headquarters, the managers were also informed about the news. They were also highly supportive of you and Jeongyeon, but the girls even got reminded of things because of them.

They asked you if you have plans to inform JYP directly of this. With all due caution, that is what the staff and the members were thinking about for you and Jeongyeon once it gets revealed and the world finds out soon.

You and Jeongyeon talked at night while they were signing their albums for their upcoming comeback. As a result, you and she agreed to take the risk of finding out by learning JYP's reaction first. The desire of them to be free and be proud of their relationship has attached them to one favorable option.

Paying a visit inside JYP's office, you breathed out deeply before knocking on his door.

"Come in!" He shouted from the inside.

You opened and entered with Jeongyeon on your back. "Good evening, JYP Sunbaenim."

"Good evening, JYP oppa," Jeongyeon greeted.

"Oh? YN, Jeongyeon? Good evening too. Come on, have a seat." He directed you both to his guest seats in front of his desk. "May I know what brought you two here in my office?"

You glanced at Jeongyeon, who smiled at you in support. "Uhm, sir. We just want to tell you something regarding our status."

JYP closed down his notes and switched his intent, glaring at you and Jeongyeon. "Am I thinking what I'm thinking?"

"If this is what comes to mind, oppa, then yes. Me and YN would like to tell you that we just got into a mutual relationship."

JYP laid his back on his swivel chair and looked at the information. You saw Jeongyeon slightly shiver at the change in aura. You reached for her hand and caressed it.

"Seriously?"

You and Jeongyeon went silent.

"I was expecting a much more shocking or, you know, a deeper thing to talk about, but maybe this one's fine enough."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "May we know what your response would be to this, sir?"

"I'm happy for the both of you." JYP spread his arms, answering in a straightforward manner. You were left astounded, as well as Jeongyeon. "What? You think I didn't say that this time would come?"

"I've been receiving updates from Sadness that your closeness with Jeongyeon has developed real quick. It did reach to the point where it feels like something's going on between you two; that's why they were teasing you both, as she said."

"And what was your reaction to that, oppa?" Jeongyeon asked.

"I just chuckled." JYP shrugged. "Especially for YN here, well, your charm did work effectively to make your bias fall in love with you, don't you?" You blushed as JYP teased you.

"Jokes aside, I didn't mind me that much. I want my idols to be happy, and Jeongyeon, you know you and the girls had gotten very close with me where now I treat you girls as my daughters now, right?" Jeongyeon nodded.

JYP stood up and went to one of the picture frames on his shelf. It was a picture of the time when TWICE and him first had a hangout together in a Korean restaurant during their rookie days.

"I remember when you used to share with me your willingness to look for a guy who would feel the same as my wife when I told you my story about us," JYP said as he observed the frame. "My wife was so happy that she found a man that would provide her with the exact amount of love and attention that she seeks after years of battling with her inner self, attempting to destroy the hopes of the future she wants to achieve. That being said: love. You wanted to be in her shoes with someone who would hopefully admire you back someday, fill that missing piece in your heart and accept your highs and lows."

Jeongyeon recalled that moment with JYP as each of them wore a nostalgic smile on their faces. He placed the frame back on the shelf and focused on his guests.

"Eight years later had passed; finally, I got to still live on to see you luckily find what you have been looking for, Jeongyeon."

JYP placed his hand on top of Jeongyeon's head, who looked up at him with watery eyes. He looked at you fiercely.

"I approve your relationship in my company, YN, so you better treat my daughter well."

You became overwhelmed at JYP's decision to let you and Jeongyeon proceed with your relationship. Jeongyeon suddenly cried in the arms of the man she considered to be her second father and a mentor who tought her so many things that became essential also to her life and specially, her career in which she currently have.

"Thank you, PD-nim." Jeongyeon said as JYP comforted her.

"Thank you so much, sir. I will never gonna let you down on this."

"You better be." JYP said. "As for the media, what have you two decided? Should we release the information to them?"

"Yes. We would like to let the public know about us, sir."

"But I'm just giving a thoughtful warning to you two, this still has consequences once its done." JYP stated. "All of us know how harsh, misleading and very criticizing other media and the public can be. I want to be assured that both of you could withstand and endure some of the negative and sensitive comments they may throw at you two, but ofcourse as the CEO and the owner I'm still going to do an action about it to protect my employees."

"We are ready for it, oppa. We just want YN and I not to be too strict and restrictive with our actions as lovers outside." Jeongyeon made it clear.

"Very well then. Tomorrow, expect the social medias to boom with a lot of articles regarding your relationship together and I'll be in touch to monitor everyone's reactions." JYP declared his approval. "You two can leave to go home and rest."

You and Jeongyeon gave your last heavy gratitudes for JYP before exiting his office and kissing each other with joyfulness as you reunited with the staff and the girls while holding hands with Jeongyeon.

The next day, JYP exactly did as he said. His entertainment agency released a statement with Dispatch, including some of the suspicious pictures they may have noticed in the picture they caught from them, to add the shocking revelation that there was indeed something more going on between Jeongyeon and her personal manager than what the others could see.

You saw the news on your phone just after you rose from bed. As expected, the couple received mixed to positive reception as a result, especially because the ONCEs were supportive of their established relationship.

You shut off your phone and were about to walk out of your bedroom when suddenly you groaned as your eyes became blurry, along with your head thumping painfully.

Nearly collapsing on the floor as you felt like you're about to lose your balance and faint, you shook your head quick and blinked rapidly before you stayed put and breathed properly to get calm.

"What the hell happened to me?" You muttered shakily.

You slowly stood up again with some support needed from the door frame and went through the kitchen to indulge some glass of water before you decide to rest for minutes to cope the unexplainable headache you just had.

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Lee seokmin x Reader Drive

Pairing: Lee seokmin (dk) X AFAB reader

Summary: Seokmin had been practicing for the tour when all of the members were given a week to relax and he chose to rent a beach house and go spend the week with you.

Word count:2k

Warnings:mature content

Content: mature, smut, driving, oral (m/receiving)

Mature! Minors DNI

With your hand on his knees the two of you sang to your hearts content along the song that played, a random spotify playlist of the many you had made, the sound of YoungK's voice playing through the speakers.

It was all going well with the trip, he had just finished the promotions for "Hot" and was preparing for his "Be the sun tour" when he told you that he had been given a week of rest before returning for the preparations for the world tour, and upon telling you he scheduled for a house near the beach for you two to get away for the week without the members.

Car loaded, nice weather, full tank, the future smell of the ocean and a handful of board games to keep yourselves occupied for the week whilst away, nothing could go wrong...that is, unless you're talking about Seok Min's driving.

"Let me drive" you said, he had just let the car's motor died, mid driving holding up the cars behind you.

"I want to drive" he argued, shaking his head as his hands tightened around the steering wheel. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Fine. Then, I want to help you" you smiled innocently, he looked at you curiously.

"How so?" he questioned, head once again turning to look a you for a second as your smile turned into a smirk and he raised a questioning eyebrow as he felt your hand slowly creep your creep, down his stomach and onto his leg.

His body tenses, the move had made him speechless and he was caught off guard by it, nevertheless he liked it, he began to crave the touch, no matter how small or big.

"Maybe, I could help in a different type of driving?"You suggested, hand inching closer and closed to his clothed member, laying still in his inner thigh.

Seok Min's breath hitched, before he relaxed, deep breaths to calm himself down as he could feel how badly you affected him, how hard it was for him to not react to your touches, but nothing worked, especially now that he could feel your soft breath near him.

Eyes focused on the road, he tried his best to not think about the closeness of you two, your lips finally coming in contact with his cheek, in a soft, almost feather-like kiss.

He exhales shakingly, fighting for dear life as his grip on the steering wheel had already turned his knuckles white from the force-

"Y/N" he says, softly, his fighting to not close in pure need, you hum.

"What baby, what do you need?" you ask, a whisper in his ear before you bite his earlobe and move to his neck. He could feel your smirk against his skin.

He sighed in content, your face kissing his neck as the sound of the radio played distantly, though he could recognize the weeknd's voice along your whine, nose nudging his neck.

He panted, his neck turning so you would have more access to it, you continued on your attacks, whines leaving his beautiful lips, his eyes almost closing as you reach his favorite place behind his ear.

"Please" He breathed out, a tone of almost begging.

"Eyes on the road baby" you mumbled, your face pulling away from his neck as your hand once more caresses his body, and you place it on top of the very visible boner.

"Use your words darling" you smirked once more. You knew you were, by now, pushing your luck, acting like you like him to treat you, He liked it, he liked to put you putty in his hands and now you had the upper hand in it, until you didn't... because just a few seconds after, the car came to an all stop and you stopped all actions.

"What's wro-?" Before you could finish, he grabs you by the jaw forcefully pulling your face close to his and aggressively kisses you, lips madly moving against eachother as both of you let out moans, your hands moving from his pants to the back of his head, gripping his hair to which he groans, the other grabbing at his white shirt.

You tried deepening the kiss, hand gripping his hair tighter, a moan passing from his lips to yours, his own hair roaming your body, grabbing at every curve and asset, before settling on your leg. grip tight and almost pulling it over his lap.

Both of you almost forgot that you were simply stuck in a red light, that now was green.

The sound of honking broke you two apart, both panting as you tried to catch your breaths, you whine annoyed as he focuses back on driving to the beach house. But you were mad,glaring at him from the side, a pout on your lips as you leaned back into his neck.

"Baby" you whined.

"I know - but we're almost there. I promise"

"I can't wait that long" you fake cry throwing your head back for a second, his hand on your knee.

You huff placing your face back into his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. His perfume filling all your senses.

"Fuck. Baby, we can't just stop in the middle of the highway" he hisses, trying his best to focus on the road ahead of the two whilst accelerating.

"I know... but-" you start, stopping mid sentence with a smirk. You quiet down as an idea crosses your mind and with a final kiss to his neck you lift your hand lacing your fingers within his hair pushing it back.

Your boyfriend, confused gives you a questioning look as he watches the sparkle in your eyes.

"Why are you smjling like that? What are you planning?" He asked warily, you shrug.

"I'm going to make you feel, so good, Minnie" you laugh pecking the side of his lips as to not interfere with his sight of the traffic.

Your free hand reaches over the seats, moving down his chest and laying on his pants, you could feel his prominent bulge and you put pressure in it, he bites his lips as you begin to palm it through his pants, your other hand unbottoning his pants as you continue to kiss at his neck.

"I'm driving" he says through his teeth trying to dissuade your naughty ideas.

"Just keep your hands on the wheel for me, don't worry" You whisper, skillful hands lowering his his pants just enough for you to grab onto his boxers, and with a whine of discontempt due to him not moving he sighs, moving slightly so you could grab onto his boxers and pull them down enough to bring his member out.

Pre cum already pooling at the tip, you use the pad of your thumb to smear it around, a small moan leaving Seok Min's mouth as you worked on getting him fully turned on, squeezing around it and bopping your hand, and with a final kiss under his ear you lean forward, bringing your face down and kiss his slit, looking at him for a split second through your eyelashes before you take him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks just like he liked.

He loudly moans, one of his hands leaving the steering wheel to grip at your hair, keeping it away from your face as you begin to bop your head on his hardened member, his hand begins to push you further down.

Your gag reflex acts on it, as your nose reaches his pubic bone, you could feel all of him in your mouth, especially as he began to fuck your throat, hitting the back of your throat as your lips tighten around him and he begins to loudly moan, the mirrors and windows beginning to fog due to the hot air.

His hand's grip on you loosens, and you pull of with a pop, almost gasping for air, he continues to slowly thrust inside your mouth, but it stops when you use both of your hands to push him back into his seat, sitting back slightly yourself.

"Wh---why did you stop?" he pants confused.

"Beg for it" you smirk, once more playing him at his own game.

"Y/N" he warnes, eyes glaring daggers at you, but you simply shrug once again, settling back in your seat with a smirk, watching the amount of emotions cross through his eyes as he debates his next moves.

"Fuck, ok. ok, Please" he rushes.

"Please what, darling?" you insist on the teasing and he huffs looking out the window before looking down at his lap with a sigh.

"Please, make me cum" he swallowed dryly, jaw clenched as he continued staring straight ahead at the road.

You laugh accomplished, hand back on his base as you continue to suck the top, the sound of his pleasure booming through the car once more as you fasten your movements, cuss words flying out of his parted lips.

"Fuck! Fuck, just like that" he almost implored, hips once more bucking into your mouth, his hand again at your head, keeping you still as he hurried his movements. You tried to look up, although the position impossibilitated it and instead just focused on your reflexes.

The fogged windows and your eyes tearing, a single tear falling from your eyes and down your cheek, likely dragging your mascara with it as he continued on wrecking your throat as his orgasm rapidly approached.

Your own fingers played with yourself through the white panties now on show as you pushed your dress up your hips.

"Fuck, baby. Why did you hide it" He panted, hand trying to reach into your side to pleasure you, his head knocked against the headrest once he realized he was too far to reach it, and how unsafe it would be to reach over to help you in the speed he was going in.

"God, I'm so close, Y/N" he continued, once more losing control over his grip and you took over, sucking harder as your hand moved faster under, and within seconds a string of cusswords left Seok Min's mouth as he shot hot strings of hot and salty cum into your mouth, you swallowed, your mouth still on his members as the movement of his hips slowly came to a stop.

His hips finally stilled, his hand releasing your hair, and he thought you would now stop, you had what you wanted, but you didn't stop. Your mouth continued on the movement overwhelming him as he tried to catch his breath.

He cries out in pleasure, hand tightning on the wheel as he tried to get you off, the feeling so good it almost burned and in just a few minutes he came once again.

You finally pulled away satisfied, wiping the cum off your chin with your finger and sucking it as he watched you silently.

"Gosh, fuck. You're gonna regret that one. Fuck" he continued his silent cussing as he exhaled deeply still trying to gain his control back.

"I'll be waiting on that" you laughed amused, you kissed the side of his lips once more, helping him button his pants back, finally opening the windows to get the fog out and let the warm, yet cool air inside the hot atmosphere that was now your car.

"I want to help you so bad, baby" he groaned as you put your dress back down, you hummed, inching close to his seat and opening your legs for him.

His hand immediately reaching over, a sigh of content falling from his lips as he began to tease your clothed clit. You moaned lightly, rubbing yourself against his fingers so he could feel all of you.

"Who made you so fucking wet baby. i haven't even touched you" he teased you.

"Only for you, Minnie" you whined as he continued his torture of not moving his hand and making you work yourself on his palm.

"We're home" he whispered in your eyes, snapping you out of your transe, eyes opening to look around. You kiss his lips, breaking apart just as fast as you reached to kiss him, both of your hurriedly taking off your seatbealts and leaving the car.

He was by your side almost immediately lifting you up briday style and carrying you inside the small yet cozy beach house.

"Make me regret what I did" you whispered into his ear, a chuckle echoed through the empty house. And safe to say, the week had been the most athletic you had ever been in your life.

Published the 30th October 2022

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Hi! I hope I'm on time for the must prompts. I was thinking Young k + 38, 34 & 28 (subby young k if you can pls). Maybe y/n is a producer that's been working with day6 for a while now, idk 🙈

alright let’s get these requests started!! 🥂 i really like this scenario! thanks for always supporting my blog, i really appreciate it n hope u like this~ 😘💞 (decided to put everything i write under a cut from now on btw)

28. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper”

34. “I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional”

38. “I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now”

NOTE: I’m not accepting requests rn, these requests were sent during a short window of time that I accepted requests~

"I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional." Younghyun's words hung in the air, and you sat back in your padded chair, giving him more of your attention. You could tell by the way he said it that he'd rehearsed that line, had it running through his head for awhile.

"Is that so? Care to elaborate?"

"Um...okay," he awkwardly responded, grabbing the chair next to yours. Seemed like he didn't expect to make it this far. You had a feeling this had to do with his obvious attraction to you, but you wanted to hear him say whatever he felt. And the thing you figured he probably didn't know was that you were incredibly attracted to him as well. Every time you worked together on a new song, that only increased, and you were internally bursting to hear him confess his feelings. But you stayed composed, enjoying seeing him squirm in his seat.

"I've been trying to tell you this for so long, but...I think we're really good together. Not just when we work together, but outside of work too. I've...liked you as more than a colleague, as more than a friend, for a really long time, so...I just don't think I can keep things entirely professional any more." He started off strong but got shy as he talked, but that was even more endearing to you. God, you just wanted to see him on his knees for you so bad.

You crossed your legs, your short skirt purposefully riding up your thighs, and cleared your throat. "Well, I've gotta tell you, Younghyun, I'm not surprised to hear you say that." His expression was anxious, likely unsure of whether you'd confess to mutual feelings or tell him to fuck off. Lucky for him, it was the former. "I'm really attracted to you too, and I would love to see where things could go from here for us." His eyes lit up now and a sweet, shy smile covered his face. Before he could say anything though, you had another bit of information for him. "But I would like for you to know this as well..." You leaned in close to him, and saw his gentle eyes unsure of where to look. "I've been thinking about you for quite some time, and at this point, each of my thoughts about you are improper."

His head shook, surprised. "Improp--really?"

"Is that a problem?" You wanted to be honest, and with as long as you've been frustrated, spending hours on end alone with him but not being able to touch him, and trying to remain professional, things had gotten extremely sexually frustrating for you. You just hoped you wouldn't scare him off.

"Definitely not." You could see the lust slowly gloss over his eyes, and so you leaned in further to press your luck. It seemed you were both in luck today, as he quickly met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours with a heavy, content exhale. Ugh, finally. And his lips were even more delicious than you'd imagined. Your hand found the back of his neck and pulled him in, both of you at the very edges of your seats now, and your tongue left your mouth to make its way into his.

Your mind wandered to all the times you'd shamelessly touched yourself to the thought of him, and you began to wonder if he ever did the same. All the times you imagined him between your legs, or kissing you, or obeying your orders...

A soft moan fell from your lips and you supposed you had let your mind wander too much. Your panties were already getting wetter than anticipated. But you soon realized he was getting just as hard.

"I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now," he muttered with shaky breath, his hands locked on his chair's armrests, refusing to touch his own body. He wanted you to touch him.

You realized this was your chance to play with him, have fun with him the way you'd pictured, so you couldn't help the mischievous smile that spread across your face. Your hands curved over his shoulders and down his torso, then jumped to his thighs. "I am touching you, Younghyun." You let your lips just brush over his now, your hands squeezing his thighs gently. Although he shivered at every touch, he needed more. "Unless you want my hands somewhere else?"

He nodded gently, but knew you'd want him to use his words. "Please touch me...touch my dick, please," he moaned defeatedly. In a matter of minutes you had him begging for your touch; truly a great match.

Your hands fell to his belt and worked at undoing it, then popped the button of his jeans open. "Well, you've waited this long..." The zipper came down and your hand slipped in, your blood racing at the feeling of your fingers curving around his cock. "Besides, did you say you'd let me do anything?"

His eyes fluttered closed and he sighed, the breath one of almost relief, as your hand squeezed him. "Yeah...anything...I trust you."

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kiri-ah · 3 years

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Fly Me To The Moon k.yh

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A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this drabble for a while now, it’s been on my “to write” list for a hot second. I’m happy to finally get it into the world. For best experience please listen to Brian’s cover of Fly Me To The Moon here!

Maybe moving to this tiny town for college wasn’t so bad. Everything is situated around the campus, so you can get everything you need quickly. You share a dorm with two girls, but you don’t see them much. That’s fine. If they want to be out with their toys all the time and never study or come home, that’s on them. There’s one other reason why you like being alone. Him. He comes underneath your window every night and sings to you. He’s never even spoken, just shows up at 9 PM and sings. If you have all of your lights off and the window closed, he doesn’t make any noise at all. It’s very considerate of him, really. Sort of gentlemanly.

Most nights he sings songs about love and pining and such. You don’t know most of them, actually, and more than once you’ve wondered if he writes them himself. Tonight comes a song that you recognize from your Grandpa’s playlist. Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. His voice comes, warm and smooth, and you feel yourself relax. When he gets to the trumpet solo, you hear the clear notes flat up through the air and you wonder with some shock if he can play trumpet too. It sounds slightly off though. After all this time, your curiosity gets the better of you. You stick your head out the second-story window and look down.

Below you stands a man with short brown hair, eyes closed as he moves his mouth, no trumpet in sight. You realize that he’s making the trumpet sounds with his voice. He looks utterly focused and at the same time utterly relaxed; happy.

He sings the chorus one last time and holds the last notes for an eternity, it seems. When it finally fades into the air, his eyes open and he looks up at your window. He seems surprised when he sees you there. You suppose that makes sense, since you’ve never looked out at him before. You smile.

“Y/N?” he calls up. “I’m Brian, I’m in your art history class. I sort of have a really big crush on you, and I was wondering if you would go on a date some time? Maybe?” He smiles, hopeful, and you grin back.

“Sure, Brian from art history. Let’s go on a date some time. Here, let me give you my number.” You make a paper airplane and write your contact information on it, then toss it down to him. It miraculously flies right to him and he snatches it from the air.

“Great! I’ll text you!” He waves and walks to a car parked on the street. You watch him drive away as you hum to yourself.

Fly me to the moon

And let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars

@kunrengui

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pilliepollie · 4 years

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10:06 am

Your legs feel heavy, perhaps it was because of your workout yesterday? You slowly lift your eyes, still full of sleepiness. Beams of sunlight between the window curtains shine down on your bed. *Hmm? What’s this?* you thought to yourself. You lift your head up to see a black haired figure laying on your stomach. “Mmo wure amake,” says your boyfriend saying “Oh your awake” muffled by his face being shoved into your blanket covered self.

“Younghyun you’re squishy meee,” attempting to push him to the side of the bed. He doesn’t budge, in fact, he clings onto you harder, arms tightly wrapping your waist like a koala clinging onto a tree. “Mmmm nooooo,” he protested still hiding his face in your stomach. You haven’t even seen his face today yet now you’re struggling to get him off of you.

“Babe come on you can be clingy once I go brush my teeth.” Younghyun finally lifts his head up just to give you a kiss, his hair looking wildly untamed, “Fine but only if I get to you hug you while you do that,” he says pouting, too cute not to say no to making you chuckle.

“Alright,” caressing his hair softly. “Now tell me why you’re acting so clingy today hmm?” Your boyfriend lays his head back down to your stomach hiding his blushing face. “I’m hard.” Pulling you closer so you could feel his hard on.

“:O”

“Babe you were being so cute why’d you have to ruin it.”

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cherryhanji · 4 years

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when you love someone

drabble. day6 young k x reader

this is for the district nine writers' guild writers' room week#12! (confessions + featuring other group members)

genre: pure fluff, college au, best friend to lovers au, female reader

words: 2.4k

warning(s): foul language. (but not too much tho)

alexa's note:

my love for young k and the song when you love someone is overflowing i need to make this drabble. (It's rlly a good thing the guild made this idea for writer's room) If you haven't listen to this song or the band itself, pls give it a try! All their songs are great and relatable uwu

•••

"You busy again?" you tried to peek at what your friend's writing in his notebook where he writes most of his own lyrics, one that you're dying to read since last week.

"Yeah, I need to finish this soon, so go away." You pouted and glared at Younghyun while he turn his attention back to his notebook.

"Seriously, Younghyun, I know that it isn't even for a certain subject. Why you won't let me see it?" You whined and the pout never left your lips, hoping that Younghyun will give up and let you see what he's writing.

"Yeah I know, but-- Y-you don't need to read it" realizing that he really won't let you take a peek at what he's writing, you just let him much to your chagrin. After all, you never won against him.

"Right, I guess that one's really important, and confidential I think?" You said and grabbed your bag, fishing for your books instead to make yourself busy since your vacant time just started and you're not hungry (yet). But when you heard Younghyun called you after closing his notebook and fixed his bag, your stomach started to grumble.

"Let's eat? My treat." You can't help but to smile and nodded at him, fixing your bag. Of course, who wouldn't say no to food? Take note, you won't spend a dime.

___

You met Dowoon after you eat from the nearby diner. Telling each others' greetings. Dowoon was an Economics major, and he's part of Younghyun's self made band together with Sungjin, Jae and Wonpil.

"Hyung, is it done?" Dowoon asked Younghyun, while you just listened to them, not having any idea with their topic.

"Uh, oh y-yeah. Tomorrow?" Their ambiguity makes you so curious, but you were shy to ask since you were really not that close to Dowoon, so you excused yourself and waited for them to finish, grabbing your phone from your pocket to check the time.

You were a bit shock, well not really because of the time, it is because your birthday is almost next week, but truthfully speaking, it didn't excite you. You're used to being at home or just do normal things on your birthday. Your parents keep on telling you to celebrate but you just tell them you're too lazy to do so. In the end, they don't have any choice but to just visit or send you a birthday cake and greet you. You were fine with that, after all you were not a party person and you know how busy they are.

On the other hand, Younghyun just barges in to your apartment with pizzas, chicken and soda with him. A dinner with unhealthy foods and movie marathon is the best birthday celebrations for you, and also you get to spend your special day with him.

____

"Sorry, I can't walk you home. I have something to do. I'll make it up to you, hm? Really." You nod in response, while Younghyun patted your head. This is the fourth, since last week. You understand that he's busy these past few days, but you can't help but to get a bit peeved. You know you don't have the rights to because you are just his best friend for God's sake, he can do what he damn well please.

"Oh, o-okay. I'll wait for it. And- and don't worry, just take your time. You don't have to be sorry, though. See you then?" He just nod and bid your goodbyes before separating ways.

___

After taking a shower, you plopped yourself down on your bed, planning to scroll on your phone until sleepiness find its way to you. You don't have classes tomorrow, much better for a birthday rest.

You received a message from your mom, tapping the message icon to check it.

from: Mom

What are your plans tomorrow dear? Your turning 21 now.

to: Mom

what else mom? Of course laze around the whole day tomorrow. That's the best gift I'll ever receive from myself after the hell week mom.

from: Mom

Okay then. What else we can do? We know how hardheaded you are.

to: Mom

i luv u mum.

from: Mom

don't wait for me to throw a kiddie party just for you.

to: Mom

not funny mommy

from: Mom

whatever you say girl. just take your rest or do whatever you want. We'll just send a cake bcs we're gone tomorrow, for work. Love you hun. And we missed you. Happy birthday!

to: Mom

thank you mom, i miss and love u too!

After a conversation with your mom, you opened your Instagram just to see posts from everyone. Your hands never stop its duty to scroll.

After a long ass scroll, it stopped on a video posted by Wonpil. A video of Younghyun playing his guitar. You smiled while your eyes were shooting hearts as you watch him play his guitar and humming in to the music. He's so ethereal. No wonder why every girls from your major envied you. You're one hell of a lucky girl, being best friends with someone like Younghyun, the sweet, talented Younghyun. And that is the problem. Being best friends. You never want to be just best friends with him. You like him for so long. But can you blame yourself for thinking that he might not feel the same way? And you can't stomach yourself being rejected. You hate rejections, how immature of you. But isn't it too much if you'll get rejected again? You got rejected so many times already when you confessed. Maybe it's enough. No confessions, no rejections. No harsh feelings, I guess.

___

You were not expecting. You really aren't. But Younghyun should be here at this time now, right? You groaned in exasperation. You really hate yourself with passion. It isn't his duty to go here and bring foods for you, stupid. You keep on convincing yourself that he is busy. But greeting you a Happy Birthday won't eat all of his time, right?

Woah, you are indeed a hopeless case now.

It's almost 7 in the evening, and you were just lazily sitting on your couch, your eyes glued on the television, but you weren't focused on what you were watching. You don't even have an idea on what's the title of the movie. You jumped when you heard your phone ring, your mind automatically registering Younghyun's name. You smiled like an idiot as you tapped the icon open. But your smile disappeared as soon as you read the message.

from: Younghyun

Where are you?

Not even a happy birthday? Wow, what an amazing friend.

to: Younghyun

apartment. why?

from: Younghyun

Can you come over? I'll send you the address.

You don't even get the chance to ask him why when you received the address. It seems so urgent, but what does it have to do with you? You checked the address and it isn't somewhere near his apartment. You just shrugged and decided to change your clothes to a decent shirt and pants, with your shabby pair of sneakers. You really need to buy new ones now.

You hailed for a cab and gave the driver the address. A half an hour of travel and you finally arrived at the place. At first, you hesitated because the driver stopped at a fine looking diner, where your attire seems off from everyone who walks inside. But the driver says that the location was right. So you apologized and gave your payment, thanking the driver before hopping out of the car. Why will Younghyun gave you this address? You grabbed your phone from your pouch and typed a message for him.

to: Younghyun

Why did you gave me this address?

You tapped your feet against the floor while waiting for him to reply. You immediately opened the message as soon as you felt the buzz.

from: Younghyun

go inside. and by the entrance, you'll see a hallway leading to the garden. go there.

to: Younghyun

Seriously Younghyun?? I'll go inside looking like a shit? bet they won't let me in!

from: Younghyun

Just go inside. They don't really give a damn.

You just groaned and put your phone inside. You faced the mirror from the diner and fixed your hair and everything to make yourself at least presentable. You just wish that they won't look at your shoes. Your oh so good looking shoes. God damn it.

"Good evening Ma'am. Welcome to Haven Diner. A seat for two, Ma'am?" A sheepish smiled crept up on your face as the lady attendant asked you.

"Uhm... Actually I have a friend here. And he said that I need to go to that hallway heading to the garden." The lady gasped and nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh, yes, yes. Please take that way, Ma'am. It'll lead you to the diner's garden." You mouthed thanks to her before heading to the said hallway. You don't know why you feel iffy about this situation. But you decided to brush it off since you don't want to have false hopes. Maybe his band have a gig and unfortunately he called you for some errands.

And you weren't wrong. The instruments are there. But what's confusing is no other people from the five boys. You turn your head to Younghyun, together with his bandmates.

"What-"

Younghyun smiled at you, and he seems so edgy.

"Just, just stay there and watch. Okay?" You just nodded slowly, the situation is still not sinking in to you. Dowoon started by beating the drums, before Jae started to sing.

It was a really hard day today

My heart aches for you

The only thing I can do for you

Is to be next to you, I’m sorry

While Jae was singing, your eyes never left Younghyun. He looks so nervous a while ago, but it seems like it all went away when he started playing his guitar. You feel like he took your breath away especially when he started singing.

You’re so pretty when you smile

So every time you lose that smile

Even if I have to give my all

I want to give it back to you

It's like he's talking to you, his eyes were sparkling as he sings, your heart never stay calmed when he looks directly at you.

I want to cry for you

I want to hurt instead of you

I don’t want any scars in your heart

Ever again

When you love someone

So much that it overflows

It’s so amazing

Because this is how it is

Younghyun sang once again, and this time, he is smiling, and your lips instantly form into a smile, too.

This is a song for you

I'm singing for you

I'll give you my everything

You clapped after their song ended, your face will almost rip at how wide your smile was. And the beatings of your heart is still not in normal state. Can you? After Younghyun sang for you? It's not that you never saw him sing with his band, but this one feels utterly different from all his gigs that you attended. It's like this one is especially for you. For you only.

"What was that for?" You can't think of anything to say when Younghyun went near you, so you asked the first thing that came to your mind. Your heart skipped a beat when he hold your hand. His hand was so cold, telling how nervous he is.

"happy birthday, Y/N. and--" he stopped mid-sentence when you hugged him.

"You're so annoying! You- you don't have to do that, you know. But really, thank you. That was so beautiful. I really liked it." You said, and squeezed him more you can already feel how his heart beat so fast.

"I-I'm glad you liked it. But I still have something to tell you." You hummed and pull away from the hug, he sighed as you cock your head, encouraging him to continue.

"I... I like you Y/N." Your eyes flutter as you register what he said. It feels like you're in a dream. This feels so surreal.

"A-are you serious?" You know how much he hates lying. But you just can't believe that this thing was happening. You don't think you deserve any of this.

"Yeah. I won't lie about it Y/N. You know how I hate lying to people. And I don't want to hurt you. I just want to see you smile. I just want to see you happy. Just like the message of the song. The song's for you. That's my gift." You pouted as you try to stop your tears from falling , but it is to no help because it automatically fell. You can hear the sincerity in his voice. Telling that he isn't really joking around. Younghyun just smiled and hugged you once again, rocking your body side by side.

"I hate you" you mumbled while smacking his arms lightly making him chuckle.

"Why tho?"

"Because I like you too, you silly." You told him making him gasp in shock.

"Did you just confessed to me?" He said making you frown. Now he's joking around.

"You confessed first." You remarked and rolled your eyes. Wiping the tear stains away from your face.

"So what are we now?" You asked even if you already know the answer. You just want him to hear from him.

"We're dating. I can see you want to hear it from me." He said and pinched your cheeks. But the grumble from your stomach made Younghyun bursts into laughter. That's surely a mood killer.

"Come on, you need to eat. The celebrant needs to eat." Younghyun said and grabbed your hand, pulling you to sit on the chair. Your eyes wander around to see if the boys are still there.

"But where are the others? I thought they're going to join us?" You said as you wait for the waiter to come.

"They're already stuffing their mouths with tons of food. Don't mind them. This is our time, okay?" He said and winked making your heart jump out.

"Whatever you say, Kang Younghyun."

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this got me like iiiichk omg i hoped you like it! i really enjoyed writing this one🖤

#districtninewriters #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 drabble #day6 fluff #day6 college au #kpop imagines #youngk x reader #myday #day6 #youngk scenarios

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lemonietrinket · 4 years

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How Day6 would react to them being your first kiss

AN: requested by anon, i hope this was what you were after! i tried my best, and i think it turned out alright (rest of the members under the cut)

Sungjin

as i’ve said before in another reaction, sungjin imo opinion dates to marry (or an equivalent if marriage is not for you, as though i get the vibe he’s quite traditional, for the right person he would be very easily convinced)

so he treats all of his relationships as if they’re going to be The One

this means he probably has reasonable experience with a small number of long term-ish relationships

so you’re not his first, but he has a good idea on how to treat you

your first kiss will probably not come along that early in the relationship

taking things slow is a must, and an idea you can get behind

so when it finally comes round, and you admit that he’ll be your first kiss, he’s secretly over the moon

because it means he’s found someone who understands and get things like he does

but also so he can make sure it goes right

he’s not super confident with his skills or anything lol, not like that

just he knows that he will make sure it’s under your parameters

you’d probably ask him to lead you, since you’re not particularly sure what you’re doing

and he would be so careful when he presses his lips to yours, lightly tipping your chin with the curl of his index finger and the pad of his thumb

the kiss would be short and very chaste, a starting point for you to make your way from and into the deep end if you wanted to

it would probably leave you wanting more not long after but

you go at your own pace

after all, he’s pretty sure that this time you are The One, and that means you have all the time in the world

Jae

this boy has probably got experience

come on, with a voice like that, with humour like that, with a smile like that, with his deep moments and kindness

ok im preaching to the choir here

the point is, he’s probably kissed a lot of people

so when kissing comes up

and it’ll come up pretty quick imo because he’s probably quite affectionate as a partner

he’s going to find it adorable that you haven’t had your first yet

but it’s no problem, he’ll just be extra gentle—tho let’s be real, i can’t really picture him being anything much different lol

he woudn’t be as cautious as sungjin, and just ask whenever he felt the moment was right, and won’t take it too personally if you tell him ‘not yet’

when the yes comes, he’ll start slow

it’ll probably be one of those long ones, the light ones that make you linger and hang onto the end, waiting for the next part to come

once you part, if you don’t erupt into giggles and blushed cheeks, he’ll happily offer you another, deeper one

there’s one thing for sure, it’ll easily become a staple of your romantic relationship, so prepare for kisses everywhere sksksk

Younghyun

ugh the romance

look, he’s charismatic, he’s confident

if it’s your first kiss, he’s gonna make sure it’s the best first kiss you could ever have

i imagine he’s more of a spur of the moment kind of guy

if you’re akin to a heroine of a jane austen-esque novel (like me) and would prefer to be asked first then let him know, he’ll remember and will do so

otherwise, he’ll wait for the perfect moment before he leans in, quiet like the movies, or with something suave to say

he will take the lead, so just relax because you’re not going to know what to do but you’re in good hands

will hold the small of your back or cup your cheek as your lips meet, and it’ll probably be the definition of sparks igniting

probably the most passionate first kiss of the lot, and it will be unforgettable

lucky

Wonpil

now first appearances would dictate that wonpil has limited experience

but then again, if you think back to when you were a baby myday, if you were told one member of day6 had a tattoo, would you have guessed it was pil?

yeah, that logic may apply here too

regardless somewhat of his history, i have a feeling that if he’s had his first kiss, it perhaps wasn’t that important or memorable and neither kinda were some of the ones that followed :/

either way he’s going to find the fact that you want him to be your first kiss absolutely heartbreakingly adorable

and he’ll probably tell you that

guy’s got little shame

he’s also highly affectionate, so kissing is important to him

meaning that there’s a lot riding on the first kiss of the lot

and it would come up really quick

as soon as it’s brought up, he will immediately enquire if you want to have it then

you’d probably be snuggling on the sofa alone when it comes up so don’t worry about privacy, that’s taken care for

no matter when you agree, he’ll be all smiles when it happens, but with a certain steel in his eyes

he probably wouldn’t consider himself the best kisser, but he wants your first to be good (otherwise yo might not ever kiss him again and that would be very bad) and so he resolves himself to giving you the best first wonpil kiss he can give you

since you don’t know what you’re doing, he’d probably encourage you by telling you to follow his lead and just do what feels right

will try and lead you as best he can, though it’s not his speciality. even if he initiated it, he would usually let his partners lead him before tbh

the kiss ends up being probably very soft, lasting mere moments but feeling like much longer

as you pull away, he would quickly dip back in a plant a very quick and final one upon your lips, before meeting your eyes again

the two of yu are probably quite shy afterwards, so cuddles are what follows

but slowly it will become instinct, and you may find yourself initiating them even more than he does

Dowoon

look, im 78% sure dowoon has only had one relationship in his life that probably didn’t last super long either

so first kiss, 50/50 on whether he’s even had it yet himself

and if he did, he probably didn’t learn much from it, or maybe even enjoy it :(

now that he’s come out of his shell a bit more, he’s able to put himself in a relationship again, this time for the best reasons, and once again is in a position to take that next step

so intrinsically, neither of you know what you’re doing

but that’s ok! you’re in the same boat, and you can learn together, which is arguably the best way—there’s no guilt or as much embarrassment

so after a while, when the two of you are ready, and you’ve probably spoken about it a bit (though perhaps not extensively, unless you are a lot more forward than he is) the time will come

it’s probably not in a place that screams ‘special’ but it’ll be safe and easy and comfortable, and it’ll be worth it in itself rather than for the circumstances around it

it’s probably awkward, but once you figure positioning after a brief nose bump, it’s not too bad

yeah you probably have to wrack your brains for kiss scenes you’ve watched in dramas and movies for a vague idea, but it goes well!

for a first kiss

where neither party really knows what to do

as time goes on, you’ll grow more confident

and tho dowoon doesn’t give off strong kissing vibes as being his primary form of physical affection (more of a hand-holder if you ask me), i think it would grow more common, though only in the private sphere

though don’t underestimate the power of head and temple kisses in public

it will ruin you just wait

~~~

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thepixelelf · 4 years

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Ways to Fall in Love Series

44. At an arcade

Genres: fluff, coworkers au

Pairing: Reader & YoungK (Day6)

Words: 1.8k

Note: I’m sorry this is so late and also not my best work :/ but hey this is one of my favourite tropes, and fun fact it’s actually inspired by an episode of “my classmate from far far away” which is a chinese drama I uhhhhh never finished watching lol

You don’t know Kang Younghyun all that well, but you’re definitely okay with learning more.

•••

You’d classify work like this.

At home, you spend an awful lot of time on your laptop. Like, maybe an unhealthy amount, just staring at a screen for hours.

Work is just like that. Except bad.

You’ve been reading the recent stats report for the past half an hour, at least, and either you’ve suddenly teleported to an alternate universe with a totally different number system, or you’re really, really tired. Honestly, you kind of wish it’s the universe one. If you were in an alternate universe, maybe an alien could come down and abduct you from your boring-as-hell desk job, then you could introduce MarioKart to the new alien race. Even aliens must like video games.

“Working hard, I see.”

You look away from your computer screen, eyes burning a little, to find Kang Younghyun standing in the open entrance of your cubicle, a cheeky smile on his face and two steaming mugs in hand.

“Coffee?”

He holds out one hot cup o’ joe for you to take, and you scrunch your nose with a regretful smile.

“Sorry... I don’t really... do coffee.”

Now, Younghyun would know that if the office was open-concept, but no, you’re all stuck in these personal hell-boxes called cubicles that don’t allow any interaction between coworkers other than the occasional overlapping break. And you say occasional very sparingly.

“Oh,” he says, awkwardly pulling the coffee back. His other hand moves to scratch the back of his neck, but he suddenly remembers the other mug in his hand when the coffee inside swishes and nearly spills out. He laughs, and you join him. “Sorry, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay.”

It’s his break, apparently, but he tells you there’s someone in the communal breakroom he can’t stand, so you invite him in. Anything that could help you with this statistics report. He leans over your shoulder from behind your chair, examining the spreadsheet when the last thing he should be doing during his break is more work. But with his help, you get it done and have good conversation along the way, so you aren’t complaining.

Once your work is done, you let out a sigh, leaning back in your chair. You look up at Younghyun with a thankful smile, but when you see his face, you realize something.

“Didn’t your break end, like—” you check your watch “—twenty minutes ago?”

He doesn’t respond, just looks at you with a tiny, almost unnoticeable smile. Weird.

“Younghyun?”

His eyes widen. “What— oh, wait, hold on... what are we talking about?”

You raise your eyebrows, laughing a bit at the way he shifts on his feet. “Your break? I think it’s over by now.”

“Oh shoot, you’re right!” He fumbles to grab the two empty mugs he brought (having drank both coffees) and rushes out of your cubicle before you can say anything else. You laugh softly again, turning back to your computer to email out your updated report, but your fingers barely graze the keyboard when he suddenly reappears. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

He purses his lips together for a second, his fingers drumming against the empty coffee mugs. “Um... let’s hang out. After work. I know a place that might help you unwind.”

He runs off before you can ask where.

—

“I must say, I did not expect this.”

The entire arcade sports a blue and red theme — very much an homage to the classic red vs blue video game trope. You can hear the delighted screams of children and the competitive grunts of over-serious teenagers from just about every direction. Standing there next to Younghyun in your business clothes (though Younghyun has removed his tie) you feel tremendously out of place.

Younghyun chuckles a bit at your reaction, his hands stuffed casually in his slacks’ pockets. “What were you expecting then?”

“I don’t know,” you muse as a little boy runs past, “maybe a place where they don’t serve minors?”

After joining you in laughing at your own joke, Younghyun clears his throat. “I mean, if you don’t like it...”

“Luckily,” you interrupt, “you happened to invite the second geekiest person in the office to an arcade.”

He furrows his brow. “Second? Who’s the first?”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you smile. “Who do you think brought me here, you geek.” You grab the sleeve around his wrist, ready to dash. “C’mon, I wanna crush the Donkey Kong record.”

It starts with Donkey Kong, of course, and maybe you spend a bit too much time there refreshing your memory, but Younghyun doesn’t seem to mind. You both almost end up on the floor, bursting with laughter when you play a round with him at the joystick and you at the buttons. (You don’t make a great team.) Maybe you look crazy, two fully grown adults losing it over a retro arcade game, but you don’t care.

Later, he tries to show off his ‘shooting basketballs in a hoop that’s five feet away at most’ skill, and you hate to admit it, but you are kind of impressed. You yourself have never tried the game before, but he makes it seem fun. You’re crouching down, just about to slide in a token to play your own round when something wraps itself around your arm, effectively making you pause.

That “something” being a very small, very crying child.

The boy hides his red face in the sleeve of your shirt, his tiny hands fisting the fabric between his fingers as he sobs.

First, there’s the general panic. You gather the kid in your arms, cooing sweet nothings and asking if he’s alright or what’s wrong. Then there’s the confusion. You don’t know this kid — never seen him before in your life. Looking up at Younghyun, you form a silent question with your eyes, but he looks just as confused as you do.

You change your position from an awkward crouch to a more comfortable one on your knees, the boy’s face now tucked into your shoulder as you gently pat the back of his head. Babies like that right? Or is that dogs...

After a few minutes of soft shushes and light assurances, the boy calms down, his once wailing cries turning into silent, slow tears. You pull him back a little, just enough so you can see his face, but his hands tighten their grip on your shirt.

“Hey there,” you say, trying to keep your voice as light as possible. You brush his bangs out of his eyes. “What’s wrong?’

The boy says nothing, but his face scrunches up, and you’re scared he might start bawling again.

“No no no,” you rush. “I’m sorry, hey it’s okay. It’s okay.” Cupping his cheeks, you brush away his tears with your thumbs, mouth spewing whatever niceties come to mind.

You wouldn’t say you’re the best with kids.

Shooting a desperate look to Younghyun as a silent plea for help, your jaw drops when you see his eyes all squinted, his hand up to cover his grin — but not enough.

He’s laughing at you! The nerve! The audacity! The—

Just as you’re about to call Younghyun a very choice word, the boy mumbles something. Your attention returns to the boy in your arms, whose incoherent mumbling is a far cry from actual words. You think you get the gist — lost his guardian; scared; is a baby.

And it’s all good and well that you’ve got the gist, but really, you’re at a loss.

You scoop up the boy in your arms and stand, resting him on your hip in a way you hope is comfortable.

“Uh...” You look around for a parent or guardian or something, someone who would be way more panicked than you. After all, you may have just found a random kid, but someone else just lost one. No one appears in your search. The only person in the entire place that could help you is the teenager working the prize counter, but you’re not about to dump this kind of responsibility on some kid who probably doesn’t even make minimum wage.

Instead of helping you try to find a solution, Younghyun focuses on the boy whose face is once again tucked into the crook of your neck. While you steadily bounce him like you’ve seen mothers do on television, he attracts the boy’s attention with silly faces and weird hand gestures. Just standing there in the middle of an arcade, you hold a slowly calming-down boy in your arms.

Thank god for Younghyun, you suppose, else you’d probably spiral. You take back the whole “choice word” thing -- for now.

Watching as Younghyun coerces the kid into smiling and laughing (okay, maybe coercing is a bit of a harsh word,) you consider your options.

“Should we just wait here?” you whisper, though that makes no sense since the boy is closer to you than Younghyun is. No matter, the boy isn’t paying any attention to you anymore, not now that he’s playing with the stack of tickets Younghyun gave him.

“That’s probably our best option.”

Now, you’ve never really considered yourself a gushy kind of person, but... watching Younghyun fail miserably to win a claw machine toy for Jinwoo (whose name you only know because Younghyun actually had the brains to ask) while the kid sits atop his shoulders, his tiny hands clutching at Younghyun’s hair... it sort of makes you smile. And the smile hasn’t gone away.

You’ve basically just been watching the two play around for the last half hour, simply enjoying the sight of Younghyun toting Jinwoo around the arcade and playing various games, or even just holding him up high in the air while making horribly inaccurate airplane noises. It seems like Younghyun’s completely forgotten about you, though for some reason, you don’t really mind. Seeing him with Jinwoo is worthwhile, you think.

And another half hour later, when you’re waving goodbye to Jinwoo sitting in the arms of his hysterical older sister -- who had run up, scooped Jinwoo in her arms, and berated Jinwoo for wandering off until Younghyun stepped in to calm her down -- you turn your smile to Younghyun again, and he finally returns it.

“Sorry,” he says, nervously playing with his hands, “I just really like kids.”

“I could tell.”

There’s an awkward bit of silence, and since you know you ran out of tickets a while ago, you’re pretty sure the day has come to an end. Besides, you have to get home sometime for dinner.

“Well, I must say.” You put your hands on your hips and let out a loud breath through your nose. “This has definitely been the most interesting date I’ve ever had.”

“Date?!”

You meet Younghyun’s bewildered expression, laughing a bit at his shock.

“What? It wasn’t a date?”

“Well, I mean, I wanted to -- but then I -- and...” he fumbles over his words. You grin at his antics. With a short groan, he attempts to collect himself. “If you want it to be a date, then...”

“Then it was a date.” You stick out your hand to shake his, as if you’re making a business deal. Can’t be too serious, right? You’re you.

The joy on his face when he shakes your hand is barely veiled, and you can’t help but start laughing again.

“See you at work tomorrow, Younghyun.”

“Actually...”

You turn back to him.

“Would you like to grab something to eat?”

#haha I hate this #BUT #I am getting back into the swing maybe hopefully #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 x reader #day6 oneshot #youngk x reader #kang younghyun x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop oneshot #ways to fall in love

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delightingday6 · 4 years

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Day6 ✦ Boyfriend! Jae

❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀

u guys

always

have

fun

like literally where ever u were

arcade? fun

bowling? fun

movie? fun

doing nothing all day? fun.

u both act like i d i o t s around each other

some ppl find it odd

but you two are just v comfortable with each other

some ppl think ur siblings LMAOO

LOTS of teasing

but all sweet, nothing too personal

Always cheering you up if your sad

You only laugh because his jokes are so bad

buttt he made u smile so :))

okayokay so yall can also be romantic tho

he takes u out to dinner where you had ur first date

for ur bday :’))

and he gives u kith :))

like a rly cute one

and then ofc one on ur nose :]

you like his friends too day6

they lowkey think you guys get along TOO well like-

where did Jae find this person who connects w him so much??

sleepovers at each others houses

lots of movie nights too

when u guys do sleepovers Jae always brings his gUitAr

and u always tease him for it

but then he sings you to sleep

and u love it

but wont admit it

beach dates !!!

you guys love to go down to the beach

you get food at the markets and shops

and eat ur ice cream while walking in the sand

and after you watch the sunset

and have a cute moment

its game time

basically you try and push each other in the water LMAO

and whoever ends up loosing in the water

has to pay the next time yall get ice cream

but he always bring a towel

for whoever looses

and then you two drive home with the windows down

and you blast music

and then when you get home,

Jae always walks you to ur door

and gives u a kiss

he tries to avoid hugs if your the one wet

but you always hug him anyways

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year

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The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x Male Reader Fanfic: CHAPTER 6

Again, I'm back after 2 months of leaving this book to write for my other books and the struggle of inserting this along with my schedules related to school stuffs. Man, i'm just a freshman so far and it's already exhausting for me. Without further do, let's get back right on the track where I left this book on the previous chapter. Enjoy!

After the door got shut, you rotated your body to see who prevented you from exiting the dorm.

In your confusion, you didn't expect that you'd be seeing not one... but two owners of the hands who grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back inside. "Wait, girls wh-"

Your mouth was covered by Nayeon's hand and stared at you with her shush gesture.

"Keep your voice low. The girls are now about to sleep." Nayeon whispered.

You nodded in response.

The other girl with her, which is actually Jihyo standing on the right side of the eldest bunny; grabbed your wrist.

"Can we talk for a while at the balcony?"

Nayeon removed your hand to allow you to speak.

"Uhh sure? What for?"

She didn't answer your question as she began to pull you along with Nayeon to settle yourselves on the balcony, at the spot exactly where Jihyo wants to talk with you.

You were now standing between them, leaning forward on the railings, as the three of you observed the quiet and dark atmosphere outside the apartment building.

"Would you be honest with us, YN?" Nayeon asked while not bothering to look at you.

"I-I can, yeah."

"Okay." Nayeon sighed and tilted her head at you. "We know what you've been feeling inside."

You crossed your brows quizzically. "What do you mean?"

Jihyo took the turn to speak. "About Jeongyeon and YoungK, you're jealous of them don't you?"

Hearing that left you halted in place, your eyes didn't leave Jihyo, but your expression shifted from perplexity to genuine shock. Nayeon watched your reaction too and mentally concluded that Jihyo must have struck the right spot so quickly since she was straightforward. You swallowed and blinked uncomfortably, carefully averting your gaze from Jihyo, who is now eagerly awaiting your turn to reveal how you want to answer.

"H-how? How did y-you guys know?" You breathily asked as you lowered your head in embarassment.

"For a guy like you who is very expressive, that's one." Nayeon said, recalling how she encounters you blush, shiver, stare or just laugh whenever Jeongyeon's with your side many times while Jihyo has a clear example for that: your first meeting with Jeongyeon in person at their dorm.

"And to put it simply, you're a ONCE that's why." Jihyo continued. "You have her as your bias and ofcourse, falling in love with her would be pretty natural. I suppose you already even consider her as your celebrity crush."

"Y-yeah."

"Then that's it." Jihyo clapped. "Now we want to hear the story from you. I know what causes us to get jealous at someone but... it's better for us to know much more detail."

"Why is that even needed? It's obvious that it's because of YoungK hyung, why do I have to say more?" You said weakily.

You felt behind your shoulder, Nayeon was patting you softly. "It's because we want to help you on this, YN. We just want to know what it's like on your perspective whenever you see them together. So... can you somehow share to us?"

Raising your head, viewing the fine nightsky of Seoul before you alternatively gave Nayeon and Jihyo glances as you begun to tell them.

"When I look at them closer together along with how they know each other a lot, I c-can't help but to feel something's different, you know?" You started to narrate, Nayeon and Jihyo paid more attention to listen at your words.

"That something's developing between them. I know I'm probably just overthinking. I'm trying to get rid of these in my head but based from what I'm seeing, I couldn't help it... especially if the girl I like a lot is sharing happier moments with another guy than what I do just to give her a sign and the fact that Jeongyeon is a huge fan of their band... and he's her bias too... sums it all."

"So you think that Jeongyeon has feelings for oppa. Like, same admiration you're having driven by being a fanatic of her?" Jihyo theorized.

"Yeah. As what you just said earlier, falling in love is a natural result of idolizing someone as long as you know your limits." You recalled to Jihyo who was impressed at the insertion of her words you took well in your mind.

It was quiet for a few seconds until Nayeon bounced her eyebrows at Jihyo to signal her about what she's going to do next.

She dived her head lower to see your saddened face staring down below the balcony. Her hands went to move to increase her comfort to you, taking her role once again as a comforting and caring noona of yours and the oldest unnie of TWICE.

"YN... we get it now. Imagining your story to what we observed on you whenever they get to interact, it does surely hurt as an admirer and a secret lover of that girl you prefer."

"Jeongyeon." You muttered, with the volume unable for Jihyo and Nayeon to hear.

"Since we want to help you through this, we're going to start first by assuring you one thing."

"YN, they're just friends. YoungK doesn't have feelings for Jeongyeon. He only sees and treats Jeongyeon as a very supportive younger sister." Jihyo said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah positive. He's currently courting somebody these days. I know because he once asked me for an advice on what other attempts he should do."

Your eyelids raised and mouth opened in fascination, witnessing that the what-ifs you've been building and almost believinv at yourself were all confirmed to be false.

It sounded good, but you know that it's still missing for you to be fully complacent. It was from YoungK side yet, not from the person you're much willing to discover.

"W-what about J-Jeongyeon?" You asked them curiously.

"Nope, as far as I know she doesn't have any too. They're seriously just close as bestfriends, YN. Trust me, we're her bestfriends. Every that happens in her life, we have access to it because we're the ones she always come and go for company for various reasons. Whether it's a help, or just to share whatever happened to her. I hope it's enough, YN."

"No, no. I heard enough and thank you guys for that." You swayed your hands off to stop Nayeon while shaking your head. "I shouldn't be doubting you both. You two were very close to her for a longer period of time and I'm even getting an offer of help here from you guys. I shouldn't dare doing it."

"Cut the undeserving views you have on yourself, YN. Just know this, we're doing this to encourage and push you to confess your feelings to Jeongie before it's too late." Jihyo advised, pointing her finger at you as she stares sharply.

"Trying is always available for everyone to do and... you won't get what you want if you won't do it, YN." Nayeon added. You were now being cornered by your two sunbaes and friends who were directing you to do the right thing as a solution to ease your heart once and for all.

"We're saying this to you because you got our backs here, YN. On behalf of our other members there who are now sleeping, you have our support for Jeongyeon. I root for you to be the man she'll end up with because...

"You're a great guy afterall, YN. Jeongyeon always tells us what do you guys do together and she does it proudly. She likes to show how much your closeness and friendship had developed. It's a rare ocassion for us to trust somebody who is just that excellent of a person as he is, and that's you YN. I- we just hope that one day, we'll get to hear her telling her stories about you... as her boyfriend."

Jihyo grasped your arms together while Nayeon caressed your hair. They are literally acting as your two older sister-figures who are so caring and supportive of their beloved younger brother.

Their touching and wholesome affection for you has made you almost get emotional on them as your eyes became watery and Jihyo noticed that. "Awww why are you crying?"

"Omooo what's with the tears, YN?" Nayeon ducked to see you sniffing and wiping your eyes with your fingers.

"Aghhh it's because of you guys. I'm just so overwhelmed at this support I'm getting for you guys." You groaned. "I'm so lucky to have you both as my friends."

"Me and Jihyo were the only ones who were motivating you, how much you could take if it was the other six of us were also doing what we do." Nayeon teased, laughing gently at your soft composure.

"He would be shedding tears here like a dam just crumbled." Jihyo joined Nayeon's hilarious comment.

"Aaaaghhh stop it girls." You sulked and frowned at their playful manners.

"So what do you say, YN?" Nayeon waits for your overall reception of what they've talked along with you.

You looked at Nayeon and Jihyo, nodding you head and tightening your lips. "I-I'll do it."

"That's it! Go, YN! Win her heart, okay? Fightinggg!" Nayeon raised her fist enthusiastically.

"I can't wait to see Jeongyeon choose the right option for being in love with you too. Good luck on this, YN. Fightinggg!" Jihyo also gave her last uplifting message.

They giggled as you wrapped them both in a warm hug and patted their heads to express how grateful and touched you are at their kind and wholehearted deed as your reliable friends.

"Thank you guys, I'll do my best. It would be awesome to have her as my girlfriend someday." You smiled at them before you seperated and had you directed to the door as you finally left their dorm and sleep the night away with your plans to make Jeongyeon accept your feelings.

The next day, you arrived early at the JYPE building because you have a scheduled meeting to attend along with your co-staffs. It was being led by the CEO of JYPE and the owner of the company himself, "The Asiansoul" Park Jinyoung.

The subject was unknown for you before you came here but after what has discussed, you learned that the meeting was about the official preparation of the first setlist of countries and cities where TWICE would be having their 5th World Tour, named "READY TO BE" which is actually just the same name as their upcoming mini-album.

They said that they'd be going to announce it days after the release of the mini-album and the music video in March. After it ended, you were about to go to the elevator when your eyes unexpectedly came into contact with a girl, a familiar girl who is now looking straight at you too.

Both had expressions of surprise on their faces, and quickly, you stepped closer to talk with her.

"Harin?!", you called the name of your bestfriend Somin's girlfriend.

"Oh, YN! You're here too?"

"Yeah, I work here." You clarified, chuckling.

"Ahhh... wait, really? Congrats on getting a bigtime job!" She hit you on the shoulder.

"Aww! Jesus, your strength never changed Harin. Want me to call Somin and tell him you hurt me?"

"Why would you? He'll side on me anyways, he might even add more hits on you too." She crossed her arms and smugs.

You muttered some curses under your breath, being crushed and defeated by Harin. You pouted and pretends to be hurt at her words, despite having some imaginations of you striking back at the couple for targeting you always.

"Why you- Damn it, Harin. I hate you."

"I know you do." She clicked her tongue. You just rolled your eyes and scoffed at this little evil with you.

"So what are you doing here too?"

"My cousin works here too. I'm just here to give the lunch that I prepared for him." Harin said, presenting her paper bag customized and made exclusively by JYPE, adding another proofs that her cousin truly works at the same workplace as his.

"Oh he works here too? Does your cousin works for an artist like me?"

"TWICE."

"Wait, what?" You were astounded. "I work with TWICE too."

"So you know Tendo?"

"WAIT WHAT THE F-" you covered your mouth instantly. "T-Tendo hyung is y-your cousin?!"

"Yeah." She laughs. "What a small world we are living huh."

"I didn't expect that at all, I swear." You gasped and touched your nape in shock.

"He wasn't even mentioning about you but he did told me before that your team had a new addition. Didn't even know that it was going to be you." She grinned.

"Anyways, where's Tendo oppa?"

"Uhh he's at the office of our boss with our senior head of staff. I'll just gonna notify him real quick." You pulled out your phone and messaged him about the lunch waiting for him to get picked up.

"It's nice to meet you here, Harin."

"You too oppa."

You and Harin did your handshake before hugging each other.

"How's you and Somin?"

"Doing great as usual, oppa."

"Take care of him for me okay? You know I don't get to meet him often because of work purposes. I'm managing a superstar here."

"Don't worry about him, oppa. I'll have you notified about him."

You were so immersed in your interaction with Harin that you didn't even notice the arrival of Jeongyeon in the building, who easily caught the sight of you hugging Harin in your arms.

Jeongyeon halted on her steps and just watched how you slowly closed your eyes as if you were enjoying the warmth and comfortable embrace of the girl with you.

You looked at the phone and saw that Tendo replied, so you offered assistance to Harin by bringing her there.

You and Harin entered the elevator. Before the doors closed, Jeongyeon saw Harin pinch your cheeks, which elevated the pain attacking her heart even more.

She didn't know that Harin did that to tease you when you admitted that you were seeing somebody here in the JYPE building, referring to Jeongyeon herself.

You entered the recording room where Jeongyeon is now present, successfully coming here on her own as she is now recording a line from one of their songs for their upcoming mini album.

Jeongyeon saw you sit in the couch and look at her which you smiled and mouthed 'work well' on her. She tried not to be distracted by your presence and your sillyness.

Finishing her schedule, you rose from your seat and approached Jeongyeon who immediately reached her bag on the table.

"Nice job, Jeong! Hey, why didn't you told me you were gonna be here already?" You reminded her of what she "forgot" to do earlier.

She hanged the strap on her shoulder and opened the door, facing her back on you.

"I don't want to be rude by interrupting your funtime with somebody else." She said in a stoic tone before closing the door, leaving you puzzled inside on what she's pointing at.

Living up to your words, you accompanied Jeongyeon as you both left the JYPE building to go shopping at a mall in Seoul. However, neither of you were talking to each other due to Jeongyeon's strange cold treatment of you. You were trying to talk to her, but you just ended up being ignored or replied very shortly. You didn't want to exert additional effort for nothing, so you stopped and let her do it only by commanding you during her shopping.

Guessing that she's not in the mood for tonight and based from what you heard from her, it was probably done by you although still left unsure what is the exact reason; you still decided to do something to make her cheer up atleast and prevent her from ending the night with you being like this.

While Jeongyeon was sitting beside you, eating her french fries; you left her and came across a group of performers to request something from them.

Jeongyeon saw what you were doing and her eyebrows met in confusion when you grabbed another extra microphone from them.

"What is he doing? No, wait a minute. Is he-" she tells to herself behind the mask as you were testing the sound quality of the microphone.

"Hello everyone! For this next song, I would like to sing this for my lovely woman who's with me tonight, she's right there sitting! I know you're out of your usual bright self so... let me cheer you up atleast with this song of my choosing."

You achievingly grabbed the attention of all the bypassers and standbys in the mall around you as they looked at you and the band.

You gestured the group to start by counting 3 2 1 until they did the instrumental of what seems to be 'A Sky Full Of Stars' by Coldplay.

Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars I'm gonna give you my heart 'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars 'Cause you light up the path

I don't care, go on and tear me apart I don't care if you do, ooh-ooh, ooh 'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars I think I saw you

'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars I wanna die in your arms, oh, oh-oh 'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark I'm gonna give you my heart, oh

I don't care, go on and tear me apart I don't care if you do, ooh-ooh, ooh 'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars I think I see you I think I see you

'Cause you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars Such a heavenly view You're such a heavenly view Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

Jeongyeon was just sitting there, watching how you looked impressive and attractive performing in front of the crowd by showcasing a talent you never had to show her.

With how you sounded very pleasant to the ears as you sang the cheerful and delightful song dedicated to her, it was enough to erase all of her jealousy and sulkiness from what she witnessed a while ago with you and Harin.

The more you look at her as you sing the song for her, the more she can't help but blush intensely and be touched.

You on the other hand, is still doing everything you can to impress her atleast. You couldn't tell what is she feeling because you couldn't see her face from the disguise she has on with the mask and cap.

You don't want to force her to remove it because that would attract everyone who might recognize Jeongyeon so you just continued performing the song.

An idea crossed on your mind then. As the song was about to to end, you encouraged everyone to stand up and dance with you as the instrumentals went upbeat and funky. Everyone followed and thankfully, you happily watched Jeongyeon vibed with the song.

Back at the car, you and Jeongyeon were about to enter inside when you asked her.

"Jeongyeon. I'm sorry."

The idol who is holding the handle of the door, looked at you.

"I know you're mad at me and I just did what I had in my mind to atleast show you that I want us to be okay. I just want to know what were you trying to telling me earlier. Whatever it is, I know I didn't mean to ruin your mood."

You looked at her sadly, your eyes half lidded and lips frowning in melancholy.

Jeongyeon took off her cap and her mask. She stepped forward and glared away at you.

"I saw you hugging a girl earlier. It's not that I-I'm... well it doesn't mean a-anything it's just... I don't want to interrupt. I don't know who is she but seeing her as special someone to you. I'm out of your moment with her so I just went to the recording room all by myself and I feel sad because I was just alone there." Jeongyeon clarified. It was understandable to you, aside from that one bit that she said which you found to be quite suspicious.

"Wait, Jeong. That one?"

"Yeah?"

"Jeongyeon, you're mistaken. That's my friend. Her name's Harin. She's the girlfriend of my bestfriend. We just catched up earlier because it's been a while I've seen her and my bestfriend. She was at the JYPE building earlier because she's about to drop food for her cousin who works there, and guess who it is?"

Jeongyeon was just speechless at your explaination.

"Tendo hyung was her cousin."

"Wait, really?!" Jeongyeon finally reacted in surprise.

"Yeah. I was also shocked too when I heard it from her. It's a small world, like what she said." You smiled.

"Oh my God..." Jeongyeon buried her face on her palm. "I-I'm so sorry... I sounded too ridiculous and..."

"No. It's fine. I don't mind it now because you heard what you don't clearly understand and what I want only is to know... how's my performance for you?"

You removed her hands on her face and cupped her chin to make her look at you. That gorgeous visuals of her never fails to got you in the feels and shot through the heart.

She smiled and inflating her puffy cheeks cutely at you. "I love it oppa. I'm sorry you had to do some efforts to beg forgiveness for something I accused you of doing something wrong which you did not."

You hugged Jeongyeon and shook your head. "Sshhh. What did I say? I don't care about it anymore. Now I know that we're good again. That's what matters to me. I don't want us to build some pent up hard feelings for each other that will ruin our work and our friendship."

"O-okay." Jeongyeon replied with a muffled tone as her face buried on your chest while the stutters were enabled due to that last word you said. "But please oppa, I want to be accountable of my attitude I've shown to you so... let me get back to you with something."

You sighed and smiled. "What is it?"

"Can you play LEGO with me before we sleep tonight? Even if we don't finish it, atleast we can give it a progress."

Afterwards, the two of you did it on the way home where both talked a lot more. The exhaustion consumes both completely for hours of building the set, not even minding that they already fell asleep on the carpet of the living room together.

#twicejeongyeon #yoojeongyeon #jeongyeon #twicejeongyeonfanfic #twicejeongyeonxmalereader #twicejeongyeonxmreader #jeongyeonxmalereader #jeongyeonxmreader #the1%ofchances #twicefanfic #twiceau #twicejeongyeonau #jeongyeonfanfic #jeongyeonau #kpopfanfic #kpopau

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youngkbf · 5 years

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When You Love Someone ↠ Kang Younghyun

pairing: kang younghyun (youngk) x reader gender neutral

request by anon: Young k + when you love someone :)

summary: there’s not much I can do for you except being next to you, i’m sorry

genre: non idol!au, angst

warnings: none

wc: 1k+

an: i’m so so so so so sorry that this took me forever to do, i’m working on my mental health and i’ve recently got back to writing so hopefully i’ll post more soon. i hope you like it :)

masterlist in bio

gif credits to youngqk

It wasn’t hard to notice it. If Younghyun was a cartoon character, little pink hearts would float around his head in an almost comical way. And even if it wasn’t hard to spot it, you’d still see it, desperately trying to see if the glint in his eyes mirrored yours whenever he looked at you. It was there, just not because of you. It was unrequited on both sides: you loved him but he loved someone else that didn’t love him back. It was almost like a broken love triangle, too unstable to shape itself into something real.

You knew from the start but never told him. Younghyun would never believe you, too hopeful, thinking he had a chance and refusing to see what was right in front of him. This was something that he had to figure out on his own, it was the only way he’d believe it.

That realization came sooner than you expected it, the clock on your nightstand indicating that it was past 1 am when Younghyun showed up at your door, hair and clothes dripping wet from the pouring rain. You ushered him inside, running to get him a towel and some clothes that he had left at your place after sleepovers. You didn’t notice right away that he was crying. Only when you sat behind him on your bed to dry his hair with the towel, Younghyun let out a sob. You called out his name gently as you moved to sit in front of him, the towel immediately forgotten at the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry.” He brought a shaky hand up to wipe his tears “I’m sorry. I just didn’t know where else to go.” He sniffled.

Your heart broke seeing him cry and the way that his voice sounded so weak did nothing to soothe your aching chest. But you remained silent, knowing that he’d talk at his own pace, opting to squeeze his hand in wordless reassurance.

“I confessed…” Younghyun started after a few seconds of silence “I thought I had a chance but-” Another sob escaped his lips, the memory, and the pain both still fresh in his mind “They’re in love with Sungjin.”

Park Sungjin, the bane of your existence. You knew who he was and his role in the dysfunctional love triangle ー perhaps square, if he’s in it too ー that you found yourself into. There was a part of you, the selfish one, that was glad that he existed since he was the reason your heart wasn’t completely torn apart. God knew how much it’d hurt to see Younghyun with someone else and in a somewhat good way, Sungjin was the one preventing that from happening. But the other part of you despised him. He was part of the reason Younghyun was falling apart right in front of your eyes. And as much as you hated the idea of seeing him with someone else, you hated to see him like that even more. You wanted him to be happy more than anything, even if it meant getting your heart broken.

“I’m sorry.” With your free hand, you pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back as he buried his head on the crook of your neck.

“It’s not your fault.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. But I knew, you wanted to say, but bit your tongue and remained quiet. He had had enough heartbreak for one night, and you didn’t want to be responsible for changing the memory of when he saw the world through rose-colored lenses. When another sob escaped his lips and his free hand fisted the back of your shirt in an attempt to get some comfort, you were pulled away from your thoughts. Pushing your own struggles and pain aside, you focused on Younghyun. You held him until he stopped crying, rubbing his back and whispering reassuring words into his ear every once in a while.

Younghyun’s crying eventually died down, his body out of energy to cry for the night. You ushered him to lay down, eyes struggling to stay open as he sank into the warmth of your covers. Your stomach turned as the thought that Younghyun basically cried himself to sleep crossed your mind, but you forced yourself to keep it together just for a bit longer as you grabbed your pillow, ready to head to the couch for the rest of the night. However, Younghyun’s hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you from doing so.

“Stay.” He whispered, voice hoarse from all the crying “Please.”

Every fiber in your body knew this was a bad idea. You couldn’t fix his broken heart, and you couldn’t take away his pain no matter how much you wished for it. But that didn’t mean you had to sacrifice your own, right? One look at his pleading eyes, and you were already pulling back the covers. Younghyun’s hand quickly looked for yours under the covers and squeezed as if to remind himself he wasn’t going through this alone. It felt wrong, the way that your heart fluttered and broke in your chest, your stomach dropping but still filled with butterflies. But you let him, knowing that he needed it and once again putting him before everything, even yourself. Then his other arm was wrapped around your waist to pull you close so that he could bury his head in the crook of your neck. And you still let him.

“I love you.” Younghyun mumbled, lips brushing against your collarbone.

Your breath hitched in your throat before you managed to say it back, aware that your words had different meanings. He fell asleep soon after, breathing steady and his grip on you still firm. The knot in your throat kept getting tighter until you felt like you couldn’t breathe properly, but you couldn’t cry either. Not when Younghyun was sleeping next to you. The rain hitting the window brought you some comfort, if you couldn’t cry, the sky would do it for you.

Eventually, Younghyun’s warmth and the rain lulled you to sleep, with a heavy chest and mind clouded by a messy thread of thoughts that led you nowhere. You decided to set everything aside just for the rest of the night. There was nothing else you could do at the moment and in the end, you would still have to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. But not until you put his back together.

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