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Too Late To Apologize?

Requested By @rosiesandlilies: “I was wondering if I can request a Rosé x female reader story where Rosie is an idol who also happens to be ur wife and since she and BP are taking over the world by storm, she starts to forget about you and whenever u ask her to spend a little bit of time with you, she gets upset and fights with you. You’re also an important person but you always make time for her. Can it be angsty with fluff 🥰”

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 6,026

Warnings / Misc: -- Angst, Self Doubt, Strained Marriage / Relationship, Crying, Some Swearing, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Oooooo lord, here we go. I am feeding 👏 you 👏 all 👏 today! This one took a while to write, but I’m pretty happy with it. I wrote it all in one go, starting at like 3am (as usual lol), so forgive me if it’s a little rough. I put a lot of effort into it, though, so I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you for requesting -- Happy reading!

PS ~ I highly recommend that you listen to these songs as you read this:

You Were Good To Me -- Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler

Surrender -- Natalie Taylor

The Night We Met -- Lord Huron

I Found -- Amber Run

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Hongdae, Seoul -- 8:00 PM

“Good evening, everyone! Before I open the doors, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for taking the time out of your day to stop in. We couldn’t have done this without your support, and we’re endlessly grateful. We hope you have a wonderful experience with us tonight. Now, without further ado, welcome to La Rêverie!”

To your amusement, the sizable crowd erupts into a fit of cheers once your opening speech is over. Echoes of the joyous sounds carry across the city, wiggling their way through the alleys and streets, bouncing off of the nearby buildings. The customers slowly filter in, greeting and congratulating you on their way; you’re beyond excited to start this new journey, and seeing people so happy to be a part of it only makes you more proud.

Eventually everyone makes it inside to their seats, and you join them.

--- Later That Evening ---

“Y/N, we have a private party that would like to see you. They’re eager to meet the woman behind all of this,” Pierre smirks, quirking an eyebrow suggestively. His demeanor confuses you slightly, seeing as how this isn’t the first time high profile celebrities have requested your presence -- that’s just one of the perks of being a world renowned chef. You brush off his remark as playful banter and send him to tell them that you’ll be out soon.

---

“...yes, actually. Y/N and I were fortunate enough to meet when she was studying in Paris; we were being trained by the same chef. We’ve been close ever since. I’m not surprised that she hired me, though; I’m practically a master in the kitchen.”

At Pierre’s cocky words, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. A small grin plays on your lips nonetheless, and you smooth out your top one more time before rounding the corner.

“What’s this idiot on about now? Did he tell you about the time that he nearly got kicked out of our mentorship program for giving Anthony Bourdain the wrong dish?” You ask the table, sending them a glance while ruffling his hair as you come up behind him. They all snicker at that, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes; with an annoyed shove, he scolds you for bringing that story up again.

“Must you always tell people about that?”

Your smile widens, spreading cutely across your face. Mocking him is one of your favorite things to do. “Mhm,” you say simply, nodding your head for emphasis. He attempts to hide his embarrassment, but it only brings a deeper blush to his cheeks.

At the VIP table, the suppressed sound of laughter carries over to you, and you’re reminded of your reason for being here in the first place. Upon offering your full attention to the table now, no longer distracted by Pierre, you’re met with 4 different pairs of eyes on you. Warm, yellow light illuminates the area, the classy overhead fixture emitting a soft glow to cast down on the guests beautifully. It’s cozy and inviting, just like you had intended it to be, and the sight makes you happy.

As you quickly scan over each of the girls, your brain pieces together where you know them from.

“My oh my, it’s Blackpink themselves. To what do I owe this honor?” All of the natural charisma that you possess takes over now, doing its best to override your nerves. It’s definitely not the time to fangirl over them; you have to act cool. One by one, you shake their hands, making sure to give each of them a glimpse of your award winning smile.

Jennie is the first to speak up. “Yourself, of course. You’re the talk of the town, Y/N, how could we miss this?” The way that she says it so casually, already skipping past the formalities, puts you at ease.

“Ah, you’re too kind. Was your food prepared to your liking?”

A chorus of approving noises leaves the table, successfully boosting your confidence in the process. “It was truly incredible, Y/N.” Rosé gushes, her adorable accent adding something magical to the simple phrase. For the first time tonight, your mind goes blank; ever since news broke of your plans for this new restaurant, you practiced to avoid this very thing. As you stand there floundering for a beat, she takes notice of the effect that her words have on you; it doesn’t take long for her to realize how much she loves to make you blush.

“Thank you so much. We’re so glad to have you here tonight.”

“We’re happy to be here! Rosé hasn’t stopped talking about it for the past week.” The Australian’s eyes go wide as Lisa exposes her, and she shoots the younger girl a shocked look. Lisa only smirks at this, her shoulders rising and falling in a nonchalant shrug. Jisoo nods in confirmation, adding, “Yeah, she’s been super pumped.”

On the inside, you’re freaking out. Rosé was that excited to try out your creations? There’s no logical explanation for that one. Your own surprise is evident in your voice as you respond, “Oh really now? And why’s that?”

“I-I’ve just heard a lot of great things, you know? You’re pretty talented.” She tries to sound confident, but the stutter in her voice betrays her. The tips of her ears are burning with embarrassment, and after sending her yet another smile, you decide to spare her by changing the topic.

“Well thank you, again. It’s truly a privilege to cook for you girls.” The conversation continues from there, effortlessly moving from subject to subject, and you love how welcome they make you feel. Occasionally you excuse yourself to check on the other guests and ensure that they’re enjoying their dinner, and every time, Rosé finds herself sorely missing your presence. Despite only officially meeting tonight, she feels like she’s known you her whole life. The two of you clicked instantly, and she can’t seem to get enough of you.

After spending the better part of 2 hours chatting and getting to know one another better, you grow bold and ask the question that’s been rolling around in your head all night.

“Would you guys like to come back to the kitchen for a bit? I could give you some tips and we could make a couple dishes, if you want.”

Rosé nearly interrupts you from how eager she is to accept the offer. The second that you’re done asking, she’s already saying yes. The others happily agree as well, and soon you’re leading them to the back to get prepped.

_________

“Just like this, everyone. Cut thinly here,” you inform, using your knife to point to the areas in question, “...then turn it and follow through with the slices. It should come out diced, like so.” The girls observed your swift motions, peeking over at the small cubes once you’re finished. Things continue on like this for a while, and soon you’re halfway done with the veggies while they’re barely done with the first part of their batches.

“Slow down, Y/N! You’re too fast for us grandmas.” Jisoo jests, her voice bouncy with amusement.

“Okay, okay! I’ll wait, just let me know if you need help.” Your knife comes to rest against the cutting board, and you take the opportunity to lean back against the countertop to watch them work. Your eyes trail over to Rosé, only to find her already looking at you; she tenses once she realizes she’s been caught, and she returns to her previous duties. You decide to tease her.

“Everything alright, Rosé? You seem a little distracted…” She momentarily shuts her eyes at your words, trying to refocus her thoughts and collect herself. A subtle snicker from Lisa can be heard, and Rosé delivers a quick jab to her arm. The maknae lets out a little “oww” before setting her things down to rub away the newfound soreness of her arm.

A little later, Jennie requests some assistance, prompting you to make your way over to her. The station that she’s working at just so happens to be next to Rosé’s, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t thrill you.

“Do we peel this first or leave it on?”

“Cut the ends first, then slice it in half and remove the outer layer.”

Under your watchful eye, she follows your instructions and is soon back on track. She thanks you, and you bring your hand up to give her a pat on the back. Although she feels childish for it, the action works to make Rosé the tiniest bit jealous; she wants your attention on her.

The blonde clears her throat before speaking up. “Y/N, I need a little help, too.” Your heart jumps at her words, and you fight hard to keep yourself in check as you spin around to face her.

“Of course, Rosé.” She sighs at the way her name rolls off your tongue, and she’s completely convinced that you’ve secretly put her under some type of spell. Her thoughts of you and your mysterious ways are interrupted when you come to stand next to her, your hip lightly brushing against hers.

“Oh, well there’s your problem: you’re holding the knife wrong. Here,” you start, reaching out to reposition her hand in a better spot. Now she’ll be able to control it better, and she won’t run the risk of cutting herself.

“Better?” You ask innocently, missing the way that she bites her lip. The close proximity of your bodies is making her head spin, and she can’t decide if she wants you to stay or go. “Yes, thank you.” She looks like she wants to say something else, but she doesn’t, so you take that as your cue to go check on the other girls. Rosé silently curses herself for missing that golden opportunity to flirt with you, but she takes solace in the fact that she catches you stealing glances her way fairly often. You feel the connection too, and she’s pleased with that -- maybe she was doing something right after all.

The next stint of the night is spent preparing and cooking the dishes you promised them while trading jokes, banter, and teasing remarks. A mini food fight also took place, but for the sake of professionalism you won’t mention that. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.

----

“Goodnight girls. I hope you come by again sometime soon!”

They all assure you that they’ll be back before you know it, and you believe them. After all, they gobbled those dishes down like they hadn’t eaten in days -- it’s safe to say that they enjoyed them.

Rosé lingers in the doorway, eyeing you as you work to clean off the counter. She doesn’t want to go; she’s loved getting to hang out with you. Contemplating her options, she decides to be brave; she tells the girls to go on ahead, that she’ll be there in a minute.

“Rosé, did you forget something?” You ask, looking up at her as you reach forward to wipe any remaining debris off the sleek surface.

“Yeah, your number.” Somehow, she possesses all the confidence in the world now, her new demeanor completely opposite to its previously shy counterpart.

You tilt your head at her, a dumbfounded smile parting your lips ever so slightly. “Bold, are we? Alright, I’ll bite.” You say, holding a hand out for her to give you her phone. Her eyes widen a bit -- was she not expecting you to say yes? There’s no way you could turn down a chance like this. She fumbles around in her bag until the smooth screen of her phone comes into contact with her fingers, letting her know she’s found it.

“Here you go,” she chuckles cutely, an adorable little pattern of blush rising to her cheeks again.

After entering your number, making sure to save the contact and even take a goofy picture of yourself for it, you give it back to her. “Call me anytime, love.” Her smile spreads even farther at the pet name, and she ducks her head to hide her reddening cheeks.

As she slowly approaches the door, walking backwards, she says, “I will… love,” offering you a little awkward salute at the end of it. You giggle at her antics, and soon bid her goodnight.

No more than 5 minutes later, your phone dings as it displays a notification from an unknown number.

“I’m usually not that awkward 🤦‍♀️ pretty girls just make me nervous.” The message makes your heart flutter, and you quickly save her number to your contacts.

“Really? We have yet another thing in common, then.”

The girls watch as Rosé does a little victory dance in her seat, her movements a bit limited by the belt stretched across her body. She’s practically glowing with excitement, her fingers already firing off another reply.

________

3 Years Later -- Rome, Italy

Upon seeing Rosé saunter down the aisle, your emotions get the jump on you; before you can stop them, tears flow freely down your face, and you bring a hand up to your mouth to quiet yourself. She looks bruisingly beautiful: the natural curves of her body are accentuated by the silky material of her dress, and her shoulders are covered in lace. An angel cast down from the heavens above.

She smiles at the audience that’s filled with your close friends and family, offering little greetings as she passes them. Once she and her father make it to the altar, he pulls you in for a big hug, a few tears escaping his eyes. After he takes a step back, he looks between the two of you with pure pride on his face, his hand resting on your shoulder.

The song ends, signalling for the two of you to join hands and face each other, and he returns to his seat.

“We’re gathered here today to celebrate the joyous union of Y/N L/N and Roseanne Park. Two souls destined to find their way to one another, travelling millions of miles in the process. We come together to revel in this fact and send them into their new life together with all of our support.” The officiator says into the microphone, smiling at the two of you. You can tell he loves his job, and he’s damn good at it.

Rosé’s grip on your hand tightens as she tries to contain her tears, but you’re quick to assure her that it’s alright. “You can cry, baby.” At your words, her lip is released from between her teeth, and her tears begin to flow. You wipe them away, stepping closer to rest your forehead against hers.

The ceremony continues on and the two of you recite the personal vows you wrote. Somehow, unbeknownst to you, there doesn’t seem to be a limit to how much you can cry in one sitting. Rosé is having the same problem, seeing as how her makeup is smudging some as the tears wash the substances away. You don’t care though, and you make it a point to remind her of that; she’s never looked more beautiful to you.

“I do.” You choke out, beaming at her as you run your thumb across her knuckles.

“I do.” She responds, impatiently bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits for those final words from the officiator.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Her lips are on yours before he even finishes the phrase, her hand resting on the back of your neck as she pulls you in closer. Your lips move with hers in perfect time, working to seal your union in the best way possible. “I love you, forever,” she whispers against your lips.

____

Present Day, 1:17 AM

In order to spare you from the overwhelming sadness that you’re being subjected to now, your brain takes you back to those happy times from the past. When Rosé still made time for you; when she loved you.

Even though you hate it, you still find her in everything. The bright sunshine of the early morning reminds you of all the times she would wake you up with kisses, holding you close. The songbirds outside of your window bring to mind when you’d come home to find her at the piano, alternating between striking the keys and strumming her guitar as her beautiful voice carried out across the house.

You miss that Rosé, so, so much. The Rosé that would call you in between sessions at the studio, if only for 5 minutes. The Rosé that longed to hear your voice after a long day; who fell into your arms the second that she shuffled through the door after practice.

As time has passed, though, she’s seemed to fade more and more from your life; missed calls and texts have become a given, and it takes everything in you to mask your sorrow. Anyone who knows you well at all can easily see through the facade: you’re now a shell of who you once were, your normally vibrant and cheery self gone. You attempt to hide your sadness behind a smile, but it never really works out; your eyes don’t shine like they used to, and your lips don’t quite tweak up at the corners in the special way they had before.

But you’re getting ahead of yourself again. Your reason for crying tonight is simple: for the hundredth time this month, she’s cancelled your date night plans, opting to spend the time working instead. The argument that the two of you had earlier replays in your mind:

"I don't have a choice."

Except, she did. She could choose you, choose to take a break, if only for the evening. You never ask too much of her, knowing that she can't handle even more stress competing with what she already has from the company and media. Being an idol is hard enough, and you know you can never fully wrap your head around everything that's expected of her.

Though, that makes this all the more ridiculous. All you've asked for is a couple hours of her time -- for her to relax with you and get away from it all. Earlier that day you had gone to the store and picked up all the necessary materials to treat her to a little spa day, complete with bath and body oils, face masks, and even some bath bombs.

"Asking my wife to spend an evening with me is not unreasonable, Rosé."

"I'm not having this argument again, Y/N. I get enough shit from everyone else; I don't need any extra from you."

Maybe it was something in how she said it, so final and hateful, her face coming to rest in a scowl. Her arms were crossed as she stood in front of you, and you could see the muscles in her jaw clench and release repeatedly. In some twisted way, part of you was glad to have this encounter; it hurt like hell, but at least she was paying attention to you. She hadn't looked at you for this long in a while.

Before you can even get another word out, she sighs, saying, "I don't have time for this. I have to go back to the studio."

Just as she turns to go, you catch her wrist. With a slightly annoyed look, she turns to face you.

"If you walk out that door then I'm leaving; at least for the night. We need to talk about this, but if you don't care enough to even give me that, then…" you trail off, tilting your head slightly. You want her to apologize, to say how wrong she's been for doing all of this to you -- but she doesn't. Her expression is tired, irritation written plainly for you to see. She pulls her arm away, offering a petty, "Oh well," with a shrug before exiting the house.

How could she be so cold? Maybe that's what hurt the most. Seeing the love of your life turn into someone completely different than who you fell for stung more than any argument ever could. The reality is that she's not the same person anymore. Accepting that would be half of the battle in and of itself.

Your heart is betraying itself, stuck in a sticky situation: you're constantly struggling between your love for her and the respect you hold for yourself. Half of you wants to stay, to make her listen and fight for this; but the other half of you, perhaps the more rational side, knows that that won't work now. You've tried that already, you reason with yourself, racking your brain for any new way to get through to her.

Sometimes it's like she forgets all of the sacrifices you make for the relationship. Despite having your own busy schedule to deal with, you always make time for her. So why could she never do the same for you?

It's obvious that in its current state, this relationship is only wrecking your mental health -- a testament to that is every night you've spent lying awake, sobbing into your pillow as your list of insecurities grows longer and longer. She used to be the person you'd run to when negative thoughts plagued your mind, her sweet words of love showing how much she valued you. But all of that's gone now, leaving you with a shattered heart and racing mind. When had you stopped being enough?

~~~~~~~

It’s late, well past 4AM when Rosé manages to make it home. Practice absolutely wrecked her today, leaving her body exhausted from dancing and throat sore from all the singing she had to do. She’s more than ready to collapse into bed and pass out.

One thing that always stayed the same was your sleeping arrangement. No matter how much Rosé hurt you, you still slept in the same bed. Her subconscious was always kinder to you than she was, anyway; the two of you would cuddle in close like before, her arms wrapped around you as she slept peacefully. No arguments or yelling, you could always count on the nights to heal your heart a little bit.

As she enters the empty bedroom, the memory of your argument from earlier that day comes flooding back. She remembers that you said you were leaving, but part of her didn't fully believe you. She should've known better -- you always keep your word. Guilt washes over her, and she gently taps her head against the wall as a sort of self-punishment for her previous actions. Why did she say that to you? The hurt look in your eyes broke her heart, but she couldn’t afford to skip practice, especially with the comeback quickly approaching. In retrospect, she should’ve just told you that she didn’t feel prepared, and that’s why this practice had been so important. Even though she doesn’t show it, you still mean the world to her. She just so happens to be her own worst enemy.

With a heavy sigh, she makes her way to the bathroom; there she finds a cute little basket of goodies next to the tub, and a note on the counter of the sink. She approaches the basket first, quickly discovering that it holds some of her favorite self-care items from the local store. Yet again, a deep pang of guilt courses through her upon realizing that you had prepared that for her. Defeated, she picks up the note.

Roseanne,

If you’re reading this, then I’ve already left. I don’t want you to worry, if you even still care enough to do that, so I decided to leave this letter for you. I’ll be staying with my friend for the next while. I don’t know how long, but that depends entirely on you. I’ve tried to communicate with you, but we’re getting nowhere; we both know it. We’re not who we used to be, Rosé, and I hate that. I want us to be happy again, but it seems that I can’t do that for you. If you want to end things, let me know.

- Y/N

Rosé’s heart is breaking, splintering into a million different pieces and leaving her with no possible way to collect them all. How had she so royally fucked this up? She only has herself to blame, and she knows that; she can’t believe that she let things get like this. She had been so blinded by the stress that she lost sight of the most important thing in her life: you. It’s slowly sinking in that she very well might lose you for good this time, and she doesn’t know how to cope with that. She can survive without her career, but she knows she can’t go on without you.

----- La Rêverie, 2 Weeks Later -----

She only intended to walk by -- to see if you were there and safe. But as she gazes through the windows, peeking into the place that houses so many of her dearest memories, she’s transfixed. Her eyes land on you, finding you hard at work in the kitchen. It’s always been where you go when you’re stressed or upset about something -- two things that Rosé knows she’s the cause of.

You’re in your element, face donning a look of pure concentration as you prepare what she assumes is a new dish. Your hair’s in a bun, a few strands coming down to fall around your face as you move about. Gravity takes its time in gently coaxing them out of the tie's hold, and Rosé’s breath hitches at how beautiful you look; it’s as if she’s falling for you all over again. She’s always admired your skills, but they hold a whole new meaning now, an unspoken tension in every movement you make.

How had she been so selfish? You had been there for her all along, waiting patiently for the day that she would come to her senses. You would always have dinner ready -- usually one of her favorites, hoping that would spark something again -- but she always brushed you off. She never stayed long enough to see the crushed look on your face, or how the pain was becoming clearer and clearer by the day. She realizes now just how much of a toll her actions have taken on the both of you; you're still just as breathtaking as ever to her, but that special sparkle in your eye has long been eclipsed by something more dull. You're tired of being let down repeatedly, stuck in a constant loop of excuses and avoidance, and Rosé can't blame you for a second.

The time apart hasn't been kind to her at all; there hasn't been a single day that's gone by where you haven't consumed her thoughts. She misses you so badly it hurts, and even now, despite being so close to you, separated only by the walls of the restaurant, you've never been further away.

The distant sound of a car alarm cuts through the silence, simultaneously scaring her and drawing your attention. Before you can spot her, she ducks down; there’s no way that she can face you yet. Taking this as a sign, she decides to leave.

She’s spent the past 2 weeks attempting to spare you by not coming around; she thinks you need time away from her to deal with everything she’s put you through, and she doesn’t want to upset you anymore than she already has. Ever-torn, part of you is glad that she’s stayed away; however, another part of you just wants to see her again. You miss the nights more than you thought you would.

--- A Few Days Later ---

Steady sheets of rain pound harshly against the window, vibrating the latches with each gust of wind. Times like these are always the worst, especially when you don’t have Rosé to calm you down. Violent thunderstorms never fail to frighten you, and this one in particular seems like it’ll be the worst one of the season. Swiftly padding over to the window, you sneak a quick peek outside, only to find the branches of the large oak tree that occupies the yard swaying in the wind with reckless abandon. The sight terrifies you, but you do your best to keep yourself from panicking, even having to do some breathing exercises. Your friend can sleep through anything, and you know she needs the rest; so, you stay in the spare bedroom that she’s so graciously allowing you to reside in, and lie awake.

Across the city, Rosé is tossing and turning. The storm hasn’t fully reached its peak there yet, but she knows how worried you must be. Tears spring to her eyes at the thought of you huddled up under the covers, body trembling in fear as the storm rages on. The deep-rooted shame that she’s grown so accustomed to since you left plagues her conscience, making her even more disgusted with herself.

After turning over yet again, her eyes land on the picture she has of the two of you propped up on the nightstand. It was taken on your wedding day, that stunning view of the venue paling in comparison to your beauty. A sense of determination washes over her -- determination to make you that happy again someday, in whatever way she can -- and she gets out of bed to collect a few materials. She’ll do whatever it takes.

----

The sound of a car door slamming perks your ears up, and your curiosity gets the better of you. Quickly pulling the curtain back, you’re beyond shocked to see Rosé out there, holding something in her hand. Just as you lean in closer to the window to try and see what it is, her caller ID pops up on your phone.

“Come downstairs, please.”

Even with the vast array of emotions coursing through you at the moment, you’re only focused on getting her inside and out of harm’s way.

You nearly knock the door off its hinges with how quickly you snap it open. To your surprise, she’s still standing by her car, but now you can see what she was holding before; a white sign with black writing on it. The words are barely legible with how much it's raining, the dye of the marker horribly smudged, but you can make out: “I’m sorry! I’m an idiot.” It’s like something out of romantic drama.

Before you can even comment on everything that’s happening, Rosé begins the speech that she’s been trying to piece together ever since you left.

She has to raise her voice so you can hear her over the storm. You wonder why she doesn’t just come in, but you think that maybe she’s doing it to show you that she’s willing to punish herself by standing out in the elements. “No words that I say will ever be able to fix the pain that my actions caused. You don’t deserve any of the shit I put you through, and I hate myself for being such a coward. I was too immature to look past my own struggles and just talk to you about them.”

Now, she takes a few cautious steps towards the front door, testing the waters as she scans your face to gauge how you’re feeling. “I guess I just thought I could deal with it like I always do. But losing you showed me how wrong I was; I love you so much, Y/N. I don’t want to end things; I’ll never want that. You’re my world, baby; I’m so sorry that it took me this long to see what was right in front of me.”

How are you to respond to that? Can you trust her? She looks more sincere in this moment than she has in a long time, and that puts you a little more at ease. Her eyes are begging -- pleading -- with you to believe her, and after a moment you step to the side, wordlessly telling her to come in. You don’t even realize that you’re crying until a few stray tears drip onto your shirt, leaving little marks in their wake. She has to restrain herself from reaching out and wiping them away; she has no idea when -- or if -- you’ll be able to forgive her.

Soft pitter-patter of the water running off of her coat echoes lightly across the foyer, serving as white noise for the conversation you’re having. Her sniffles work in tandem with it, and she bites back her sobs in order to get the words out.

“I know this won’t be fixed overnight, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me. I won’t blame you for a second if you can’t forgive me, either. I just couldn’t let you get away without a fight.”

With each new fresh batch of tears that settle in your eyes, you have to work twice as hard to blink them away. “I-I don’t know what to say, Rose. You’re the only person in this world capable of hurting me that badly, because you mean more to me than anyone else. But I never thought you’d treat me like that. Do you know how many times I doubted myself, thinking I did something wrong?” Your tone is bitter now, voice conveying the pain from those months of anguish that you had to endure, and Rosé hangs her head.

“I know that now, Y/N, and I know that I can never take it back. But God, how I wish I could. I’d do anything in my power to take that pain away. It was never your fault; none of it was.”

You know she’s being honest. After seeing the opposite for so long, it’s easy to spot when she’s telling the truth. You nod a couple times, deciding to pull her in for a long-overdue hug. She’s motionless at first, not quite knowing if you want her to return it or not, but the second that you quietly say, “Hold me, Rosé,” she’s scooping you up in her arms like her life depends on it. Her head rests in the crook of your neck, and the two of you cry together, letting all of the pent up frustration and sadness leave your bodies.

After standing there, embracing one another for who knows how long, she pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. Her gaze subtly falls to your lips, but you don’t fail to notice. “Can I?” She asks gently, raising her eyes back up to yours. “Yes.” You utter, nearly swooning as her soft lips brush against your own. You’ve missed them.

Her chilled hands cup your cheeks with purpose, and you can feel water running off the ends of her hair and onto your chest.

She kisses you in such a poetic way: softly, as if you might break at any moment, but urgently, like a lost soldier finally returning to the arms of their lover. She wants to make you feel how sorry she is, how much she loves you, and this seems like the perfect place to start.

“I love you, jerk,” you say through your tears, brushing your thumb along her cheek as you look into her eyes.

“And I love you, angel.” She picks you up, spinning you around a couple of times before setting you back down on your feet.

After a moment, you glace at the window. “Shhhh, wait. Do you hear that?”

She cocks her head to the side as she listens closely for any potential noise that you might be talking about, but she hears nothing. “No? I don’t hear anything…”

“Exactly; the rain stopped.”

“Huh. I guess it did its job, then.” She smiles, silently thanking the universe for working in its wonderful ways. It brought the two of you back to one another, and neither of you can contain your happiness. Maybe you don’t hate storms as much after all...

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junicai · 3 years

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NCT World 2.0

-> Episode One & Two; Aria focus

a/n: im not going to write out some of the bits in the show where aria isn’t hugely present, so if you havent watched nct world yet, A: i highly recommend u do its the best thing ever and B: you might be a little confused from all the time skips :)

a/n2: also no one yell at me for my lack of technical knowledge in ice skating im a ballroom dancer hjkhdj if someone would like to Correct Me id be very thankful

Multiverse; A theory of multiple universes.

A universe in which multiple times and spaces exist, and people who go beyond time; the first idol group ever to film a multiverse reality show.

This is NCT World 2.0.

Share all time and space with NCT!

Attention! We present to you, the 24 NCT members!

Aria appeared partially from behind one of the pillars, sticking her head out and letting her hair swing from the ponytail it was pulled up into. She had her face schooled into a searching expression - eyes wide - before she jumped out from behind the pillar and let her face break into a smile.

Aria waved with both hands, twirling around once to show off the champagne colored shirt dress she wore. With the cropped pink V-neck sweater donned on top of the light material, she looked the epitome of comfort; the only contrast being the black boots Aria wore on her feet to match her newly darkened hair.

While the cube lights flickered through various shades of green, spelling out ‘NCT’ in their flashing lights, it was revealed that she was on the lowest level of the three stories - her individual cube located in between Hendery’s and Jaemin’s on the left side.

The worldwide idol group, NCT.

All 24 members, will be travelling through time and space.

Their multiverse journey begins now.. Not only time, space, and chaos, but past, and future! Aren’t you dying to find out about the NCT members’ journey through them all?

NCT World 2.0. The start of time and space travelling, begins now!

Keep your eyes wide open.

Aria leant forwards towards the camera that was positioned in the upper hand of her cube, squinting slightly before she realized that the red blinking light belonged to the recording device suspended on the wall.

She proceeded to crouch down, bringing her hands together in front of her and extending her fingers into a small gun, looking all-too-cuddly to be intimidating. Her thin dress fluttered down around her, barely brushing the floor, but her boots made a small squeak to protest the movement.

With a small pew she flicked her fingers up to mimic a gun shooting before bursting out into embarrassed laughter at her own actions, standing up while brushing the dust off her knees.

Welcome members! I’m Super Human, and I rule the multiverse. This is a condensed place, of every time and place since April 15th, 2016, to the present in 2020. In other words, you’re stuck in a hurricane of time and space.

To escape this space, you must clear 24 missions. If you want to escape, you have to try your best in these missions.

“Ah,” Aria sighed, looking at the black box in front of her from her chair. The green question mark on the lid was bright and loud, almost mocking her. “I’m scared.”

She checked over on Jisung, leaning out of her cube, who had a similar face to hers only he was staring ahead and not at the ominous black box in front of her.

“Jisungie,” Aria leant over and out of her box to call down to the younger boy, twisting her legs around to sit sideways on the chair so she could face him properly. “You know, you’ll probably face the first mission because you’re in the first cube~” She teased.

Jisung sent her a withering look, a mix between a low grumble and a petulant whine coming out of his throat. “Noona! No!”

Aria only raised her eyebrows at him, before turning back to the front.

I will now call out the first member who will do a mission.

NCT’s youngest member, Jisung!

Aria threw her head back in a laugh with a clap of her hands before she looked over to Jisung’s hunched form. He had buried his face in his hands momentarily, only peeking back out at the rallying cries of his hyungs.

“Whoo! Go Jisung!” Aria joined in, making sure to cup her hands around her mouth to ensure her voice was heard over the other boys yelling.

Jisung was called out to slide open the lid of his mystery box, and he did so with slightly reddened cheeks and a lip worried between teeth. He removed the lid gently before placing it down on the ground to the side, revealing two unfamiliar objects.

Pulling them out with careful hands, Aria felt her heart sink into her stomach.

There went her plans of escaping for an early night’s sleep.

Upon watching the demonstration video, she could hear the teasing remarks coming from their fellow dream members, even Jisung himself muttering that this was bad, bad indeed.

Jisung set the drone on the floor after moving the box and its corresponding lid a safe distance away, before beginning his foolproof method of getting the drone to switch on - sans instructions:

Press every single button, and hope it did something useful.

Aria leant back towards Hendery in her chair. “You know, Jisungie is really bad at things like this.” She explained, Hendery leaning forward to better hear her.

“Oh yeah?”

Aria nodded. “He types like-” she made a motion of pressing keys with only her index fingers.

Aria let out a breath, before settling back into her chair more comfortably. “Ah, we’re going to be here a while.”

Aria slid out of her chair to make her way over to Yangyang where the boy was standing back, head tilted, staring down his table covered with the red cloth. Bending down, she picked up one of the candles that had come loose from the candelabra, slotting it in while Yuta and Sicheng moved to pick up the other utensils that had slid from the table.

Setting the table up again, now with Jisung and Johnny’s help as well, Aria stood back to let Yangyang pull the red cloth out from underneath everything stacked on top.

Yuta rest his hand on the back of his neck, before stepping away as well. Yangyang took a deep breath, schooling his nerves before raising his arms and pulling the tablecloth with all his might.

The candles, two chalices and bowl came crashing to the ground again. A resounding sound of pity came from all the members, and Yangyang stomped his foot slightly, lips pressed together.

“It’s okay! Here, maybe try putting everything in the one bowl, that might help.” Aria came in from the sidelines, hands reaching out to collect the plastic food from Johnny’s clutches and tossed it back into the bowl before the other objects were stacked on top.

Yuta made the motions of having a big arc before pulling out the red cloth, and Yangyang followed his directive - yanking both the cloth and all of the place decorations off in one fell swoop. One of the chalices hit his leg, and he yelped slightly, lifting his leg into the air to prevent further damage to his shin.

“Maybe try bending down?” Aria offered, crouching in a demonstration.

Yangyang bent in front of the table, before shaking his head and standing back up - looking more and more defeated with each passing failed attempt. “No, no this isn’t it.”

Taking a steadying breath he pulled out the cloth again, this time only the candelabra falling off the table.

“Oh! That was close!” Aria cheered, fist bumping the air minutely. Her tiny cheer was heard by Yuta who was standing close by, and he pulled her into his side in a brief side-hug, his hand bringing her head in to touch his shoulder while he smiled and cheered Yangyang on as well.

Lucas appeared from behind the black pillars coming to stand behind the pair, having come from the third floor to offer his guidance.

“Oh hey, Lucas.” Aria looked at him briefly, before doing a double take. “Lucas?”

Hendery burst out into laughter, “Lucas! Hey, what are you doing here?”

Slowly, Yangyang’s cube became crowded, with people coming down from each floor to help the boy out with what they could offer.

“Your gesture is too big! Use a small one. Like this.” Lucas demonstrated his idea by extending and then pulling his arms in sharply to his sides, all in one swift horizontal movement.

Hendery snorted quietly, “Give it a go then!” he teased.

When Lucas re-laid the red cloth over the table, Johnny was quick to set down three of the utensils on top of it, stepping back and gesturing for Lucas to make his attempt.

The boys surrounding the table laughed as Lucas set himself up, bouncing on the balls of his feet lightly before tugging the cloth out from underneath the silverware.

The knife clattered to the ground, and the boys erupted into laughter at Lucas’ embarrassed face.

Aria turned to rest her head on Jisung’s back, turning her head so her cheek was smooshed against the soft brown material. Jisung startled slightly, but adjusted his stance to accommodate for the extra weight without a word. Aria let her hands come around his waist to rest on his stomach, and Jisung placed a hand on top of hers.

He patted her arm lightly, asking a question without words, and Aria nodded - knowing that he’d feel it through the thin material.

The next mission is for Winwin. Winwin’s mission is to do five yoga poses. Do five poses for five seconds each to complete the mission.

As the five images of the poses Sicheng was meant to replicate flashed onto the screen Aria scanned them quickly, recognizing them all from her nightly routine before she went to sleep.

“Aria! Don’t you do this as well?” Donghyuck called down to her, some of the poses looking familiar to him as well.

Captions appeared across the screen:

Aria does meditation and yoga each night before she goes to sleep...

Aria nodded, looking down her floor row to Sicheng. “Yeah!” She called back, hearing the ooohs coming from various members across the floors.

Sicheng cleared the first four poses easily, moving fluidly through the motions without barely a wobble, until the final pose through a spanner in the mechanics of his otherwise flawless performance up until then.

Crouched down, Sicheng was to lean forward onto his arms and let his knees come to rest on the backs of his biceps - holding himself horizontal to the ground with only his arm strength to keep him from face planting.

Upon his first attempt he tipped forward too far, coming to rest his forehead on the cool ground before he let his legs drop and he sat back onto his knees.

“This is impossible!” He half chucked to himself, looking around to the other members with wide eyes.

Aria stood from her chair, winding behind Yuta and Yangyang’s cubes before appearing in Sicheng’s, already kneeling down so that she could help him.

“Look, look Winwin - like this.” Aria pressed her two palms a shoulder width apart on the floor, flexing her fingers momentarily before pushing herself up onto her hands.

Her legs followed suit cleanly, shifting into the pretzel-like position. Johnny’s hand extended to catch the back of her dress to make sure it didn’t flip up too far.

“Whoo hoo!” Jaehyun cheered on Aria, the other boys soon rallying on.

Coming back down, she flicked the hair out of her face before turning to face Sicheng.

“Place your hands bent in, like this,” Aria moved his hands to be angled inwards slightly, “And squeeze your triceps as hard as possible, okay?”

“Like this?” Sicheng made a small attempt at it, holding the pose for a few seconds longer than he had previously before tilting out of it.

“That’s it!” Aria encouraged.

“Let me practice it once.” Sicheng requested from the staff, and he pressed himself into the yoga pose for a moment before sitting back on his haunches with a new determined expression.

Aria graciously accepted the half-full cup of cherry juice from Jeno’s mission, descending the stairs after having collected her cup from the top floor. Moving back to her own cube, she sat down onto the chair and slid the straw between her lips after sniffing the pink liquid curiously.

Taking a small sip, she pulled the cup away to look at the juice again, before humming in delight.

“Jeno!” she called up to the still-cycling boy. “It’s good! Thank you!"

She could hear an acknowledging grunt from the aforementioned boy, and she winced, knowing that his legs were definitely burning at this point. Cycling power to blend cherry juice was a unique brand of torture - she had to hand it to the producers honestly.

Although, they could have been nicer in their selection of the chairs; the hard plastic was unforgiving as Aria shifted in her seat, her back aching from the metal bars that she leaned against. The flimsy dress did nothing to protect her legs from the hard lip of the seat, and she knew that when she stood back up she’d have two red lines imprinted on the backs of her thighs.

Aria shifted again, uncrossing her legs before crossing them the other way. The straw of the juice found it’s way back into her mouth and she pre-occupied herself by turning to start a conversation with Jaemin.

“Challenge! Accept the challenge!” Aria’s screech halted Hendery’s hands in their movements, fingertips only a centimeter away from the first domino.

He jerked backwards, pulling his hands into his chest before blurting out, “Hendery! Challenge accepted!” with a startled look on his face.

Aria settled back into her chair, letting her outstretched arms fall back to her sides as she exhaled in relief. She wasn’t sure she could sit through another eight minutes of Hendery and Yuta setting up more dominos with a straight face.

Next up is Jaemin and Aria. Open the Mystery Box!

Aria and Jaemin exchanged a curious look, bending down in tandem to the box that sat at their feet. Aria slid off her chair into a crouch in front of the black plastic box, sliding off the lid with nimble fingers and placing it upturned on the ground beside it.

Beside her, Jaemin had already lifted out what was inside his own box, and Aria let out a startled burst of laughter upon seeing what her own box contained.

A small figurine of Aria - no older than twelve - clad in her old competition dress, one leg held up behind her with her fingers clasped around the boot below the blade, and her other hand extended delicately in front of her.

Upon recognizing the small face on the figurine, Jaemin leant over to Aria.

“Is this you?” He asked, pointing to the figurine.

“Yeah,” Aria laughed, cheeks flushed slightly, and she dropped the figurine to bury her head in her hands. “Oh, why.”

This mission is split into two parts.

For Jaemin, part one: Hop on a hoverboard and follow the last spin which was a finale of Miyazu Aria’s short program in 2012.

For Aria, part two: Slide on a pair of ‘super skates’ and follow your member through a sequence of steps from your own routine - but you only have five minutes to complete this mission.

Aria’s mouth dropped open, eyebrows knitting together in mock annoyance.

“Hey!” she called out indignantly.

Yangyang was laughing at her misfortune. “It’s because you’re good at this already - no one else here has that.”

“I haven’t skated in years!”

Aria was interrupted by Superhuman’s voice.

We will show you the video. Play!

Aria’s younger self flickered to view on the large screen, and Aria scrunched her eyes closed to help block out the hollers from the others.

Young-Aria unfolded herself from her starting position and began to move across the ice, before the video cut to the end turning sequence for Jaemin’s mission.

Jaemin beside her fell quiet, leaning forward in his seat to watch the turns more precisely. As a young-Aria spun her way through the final bars of the music, Aria could her the exclamations around her.

“Wow, is that even possible?”

“Wait that’s cool!”

“Oh my god.”

The video cut back - showing a few seconds of young-Aria skating in a wide circle before beginning the step sequence that Aria would have to remember.

Fortunately for her, she was pretty sure that she did remember this routine for the most part - having been one of the ones she enjoyed a great deal while learning. The steps were labelled as they appeared on the screen for the other members, appearing as follows:

A bracket. Aria remembered royally bruising her hip the first time she had attempted one of those unsupervised. She had been too confident, and turned her body without having given herself enough time to do so, her balance catching at the same time her toe-pick did, and she came crashing down with a dull thud onto the ice.

An outside three turn. Simple enough, but Aria did wonder how she was going to do edges on wheels - knowing that they weren’t sharpened like blades were.

And, to finish, a two foot spin.

Only three steps, which Aria was thankful for given her time constraints.

The video cut out, and Jaemin and Aria were handed their equipment by the staff who emerged from behind the scenes.

As it would turn out, the super skates were nothing more than a pair of inline rollerblades, painted a neon green to match the lights running parallel to the ceiling.

Aria sat herself down on her chair, bending forward to undo the long laces that wrapped around the black boots she wore. It was times like this that she questioned the stylists - they had given her a pair of flesh-coloured tights to wear underneath the safety-shorts earlier on, but the rough plastic of the super skates was most definitely going to rub a hole through the thin material.

She bit her lip, before deciding that nothing could be done about it now.

Sliding her feet out of the boots, she quickly laced up the horrifically bright roller skates - rolling her ankles side to side to test out the tension and to make sure that they weren’t too loose or tight.

Already, getting out of her chair posed a challenge. When weight was put onto the skates the wheels rolled forwards, which left Aria to wobble herself into an upright position, hands clasped onto the back of the chair to keep herself steady.

When the flimsy plastic chair began to tilt, she let go quickly - flailing slightly before she regained her balance precariously, arms extended in a stop motion.

“Oh god, this is different.” She muttered to herself, shooting a small glare to Jaemin who snickered at her.

Aria took a breath before moving to go forward, stopping suddenly when she realized that she’d changed her shoes in the most inopportune place.

The lip from the edge of the cube was barely a half foot high, but she didn’t fancy a concussion at that particular moment.

Holding out her right hand, Aria looked over to Jaemin expectantly. He bit his lip as if trying to hold back a giggle but took her hand wordlessly nonetheless, helping her over the step with the other hand resting on her hip to make sure she didn’t slip.

Aria pat him on the back in thanks and waited for him to move away slightly before she began testing out the skates.

She was pleasantly surprised to find a fair amount of similarities - and soon she was skating smoothly in circles to get a feel for the floor. Moving at a fairly moderate pace, Aria was comfortable enough to test out something more complex, swiveling her bodyweight side to side to skate in an S shape.

“I think it’s okay!” She called out. “It’s pretty similar - I don’t think I’ll fall.”

She could hear Renjun’s grumbles at not getting a giggle out of her falling (he didn’t want her to fall badly, just a teeny one), but she chose to not acknowledge it on camera.

Happy with how the skates and flooring felt, Aria’s next thought was how to incorporate the steps into a smaller space - the studio room was significantly smaller than a regular rink, and she didn’t want to accidentally smack into a wall.

Speaking of smacking into walls-

“Oh, OH how do you stop!” Aria’s screech was met with a burst of laughter from the others, who had been watching her skate in circles for the last minute or so.

Putting pressure on the left toe-stop, Aria spun in a circle once, twice, before she slowed to a stop.

Her face was bright, breathing heavily, eyes sparking at the adrenaline that came with nearly falling on your butt. “So, that’s different.”

“Yeah? How’d you stop normally?” Mark’s voice echoed down, the boy in question sitting forward on his seat so that he could hear her better.

“I mean, normally you’d,” Aria cut herself off by pushing herself into a smooth glide, picking up a little speed before trying to use the rollerblades to drag herself into a stop.

Aria pushes downwards and back with her legs, trying to hone in on the long-embedded muscle memory that would help her. On ice, the blade would catch and grip the ice to give her a ledge to push herself off of and change her direction.

Using her leg strength, she bent down and pushed.

“Woah!-” Aria’s weight tipped forward, arms windmilling to stop herself face planting into the ground.

The boys let out exclamations in kind, Doyoung sitting up straighter in his chair and Kun scrunching one eye closed in fear that she’d fall. The others reacted similarly, Yuta’s hand dropping quickly to the edge of his chair as if to push himself out of it, and Jungwoo let out a loud aah in sympathy with a wince.

On ice the blades would have gripped, but on the inline wheels her leg flew out from behind herself. She barely managed to right herself, wobbling slightly before she regained her balance.

"You alright, Riri?" Donghyuck's voice echoed down from his cube, looking slightly stiff in his attempt to appear nonchalant despite his tensed shoulders.

Aria made sure her thumbs up was big enough for him to see, and he responded with a rallying cheer and a clap.

Mark spluttered slightly, “You didn’t - I didn’t mean show me you could have just told me-”

Aria giggled at him, waving him off with a laugh and carried on skating in small circles. Checking the time on the clock at the back of the studio, she realized that she’d been skating for over three minutes, and now only had two minutes to complete her challenge.

“Whoops whoops, ok. Ok, you got this.” She mumbled to herself, gathering her nerves for the first attempt at a bracket.

She pushed herself into a skate, gliding into a smooth circle before letting her weight transfer onto her right foot, twisted inwards on a forward inside edge. After a moment she hopped slightly, using the split second of airtime to flick her foot around so that her heel leaded her skating backwards, still balanced on the one foot.

Letting out a small cheer of celebration, she did it a couple more times before she was sure she had gotten a hand of it.

Quickly practicing the other two moves she had to replicate, Aria slid herself to a shaky stop, poised in the corner of the floor.

“Aria, challenge accepted!”

Aria skated through her tiny program with ease, wobbling slightly when it came to the two foot spin when her boots clicked together slightly but regaining her balance after coming out of it slightly prematurely.

She did a flourish with her arm to distract from that fact, hoping that the staff would be kind enough to ignore the minor blip.

The short step sequence was fluid, Aria skating through it with ease and she pulled herself to a stop using the rubber toe-stops in the centre of the room, folding herself into a dramatic pose in a mimicry of the swan-pose her younger self had done in their program.

The members clapped, Lucas’ hoot being heard over them all and Aria bowed (and made a wobbly attempt at a curtsy) before making her way back over to her chair.

Jaemin was already waiting with an extended arm, and Aria grasped his hand gratefully as he helped her back up over the ledge and then sit in her chair.

She looked up expectantly at the screen.

Mission sucessful!

Aria cringed upon hearing Mark’s mission.

“Oh god poor Mark.” she exchanged a look with Jaemin, who just nodded sadly, lips pressed together.

“Should I go up and help him?” she whispered conspiratorially to him, side-eyeing the male staff member who was in the corner of her vision.

“I think,” Jaemin paused, hearing Donghyuck’s scolding already begin to start. “I think, unless you want to be a witness to his murder - it’s best to stay down here.”

Aria hummed her agreement, settling back into her chair.

Rest in peace, Markie.

But, seven minutes in to his challenge, Aria had had enough, making her way up to join the other boys who had already gathered to get a better look at Mark’s egg-making station currently in shambles.

“Look! Stop touching it you’ll break it! Leave the poor egg alone!” she batted away Mark’s wandering hand with the chopsticks.

Mark jerked his hand away. “Sorry, sorry! Are they not done though?”

Aria looked at him up through her eyebrows. “I- no. You just put them in.”

He sighed, looking at the eggs with a glum sort of resignation. His shoulders slumped, and Aria felt a pit of regret forming in the bottom of her stomach.

It’s not his fault he can’t cook eggs.

Aria resorted to wrapping her arms around his apron-clad middle, aiming to offer some comfort by pressing her cheek to his back. They stayed that way for a moment, before she jerked and pulled back rapidly like she’d been burned.

“Oh, shoot. Sorry sorry-”

“What?”

“I got make-up on your back sorry-” Aria scrubbed with her fingers to try and remove the half skin-toned, half pink stain that had rubbed onto the white material from her foundation and blush.

“Doyoung hyung, Kun hyung, Jaemin hyung, Aria noona, Mark hyung, Sungchan!”

Aria cheered when Sungchan finished out the names quickly, standing up from her chair to clap emphatically. She waved her hands around in small fists in celebration, looking over to Hendery with a wide-eyed expression of relief at the knowledge that they’re allowed go home after this.

Filming had run late into the night, and after six and a half hours of sitting in the same chair, Aria was thrilled to see the end of the plastic torture on her tailbone.

“Good job Sungchan!” she called up to the boy. He had really looked like he was about to cry from the stress of it all, and before they stumbled back into the car she was going to be sure to give him a hug for getting through it all.

Because all of you succeeded on your mission, you can escape the time vortex. If you leave this time and space, another time and space will be waiting for you.

I hope you will be able to complete the journey ahead of you.

Let’s meet again. Farewell. Goodbye.

“Goodbye Mr. Superhuman!” Aria yelled, hands cupped around her mouth, before coughing slightly.

“Ah, I don’t think I’ll have a voice after all this,” she muttered, before resuming her yelling without a care.

Ice-Skating Queen Aria leaves with a royal flourish...

Aria pressed her fingertips to her lips before holding her palm face-up and paused lightly, before blowing the kiss off her fingertips with a wink. With her other hand extended downwards and out to her side with her hand flexed horizontally, she looked a perfect-mimicry of how one would draw an anime character.

Fluttering her fingertips at the camera in a salute, she turned and walked away to the back wall before disappearing in a wave of colour.

“Sungchan! Hold on, wait one second.”

The boy in question turned around, stepping out of the group that were beginning to file out of the door.

“Noona?”

Aria rounded the corner, boots in hand. She waved to make sure that Sungchan had seen her, before jogging slightly to catch up.

“Hey!” She smiled brightly, before catching him around the waist and pulling him into a hug. Her boots swung a little from where she had her fingers knotted into the laces to hold onto them both.

Sungchan stumbled slightly - unprepared - and accepted the hug tenderly, his hands coming over Aria’s shoulders to pat awkwardly at her back. “...noona?”

She pulled back, smiling at him again before moving out of his personal space. “Sorry, I just. Wanted to give you a hug, that’s all.”

Sungchan’s eyes widened slightly, before his surprise crested over into gratefulness. He opened his arms again tentatively, prepared for a rejection that never came.

Aria stepped into the circle of his arms without another moment’s persuasion, this time letting her arms wrap around his shoulders - that’s a lot of shoulder - because Sungchan had bent down to meet her.

“Woah!”

Aria was lifted off her feet in a split second, her arms tightening around Sungchan’s shoulders. His arms came to lift her up, now carrying her full weight in his arms.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the hug - I do - but, why?” Aria questioned after a moment.

Sungchan responded by pulling her boots out of her hands. “Your heels are bleeding - and it’s rained outside while we were filming.”

She exhaled a breath of surprise. “Oh - Oh that’s okay, I don’t mind really, I can walk - it’s not that far to the vans anyway.”

“The ground is wet, and it’s dark so you can’t see.”

Aria closed her mouth on the protest that was already forming. “O-okay, thank you.” Her voice was soft, and she knocked her head against Sungchan’s shoulder in thanks.

“No problem.” His limbs were awkward in their attempt to maneuver Aria into a more comfortable position - and yes, it was not the most comfortable of silences, but Aria saw that Yuta had waited by the doorway in silence, having told the Japanese girl earlier that he’d help her to the car.

Over Sungchan’s shoulder, she nodded that it was okay, and Yuta disappeared through the doorway after a moment.

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kookscrescent · 4 years

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SECRETS │ prologue │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader ➤ summary│Finding someone who doesn’t know who he is, is rare for Jungkook. Everywhere he goes people seem to know his name, his face and the group he’s a part of. But when he comes across someone that doesn’t know any of that, he isn’t in any hurry to reveal that part of his life and the secrets keep piling up. ➤ rating│PG-13 ➤ genre│fluff, dating au, idol au ➤ warnings│mild swearing, angst, humor, featuring namjoon ➤ word count│3.4k│semi edited ➤ release date│January 26th 2020 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

➤ chapter index│prologue│01│02│03│04│05│06

⇥ Masterlist

Jungkook scurries into the small corner coffee shop that lies neatly tucked away down a small street, where not many people tend to come. This is his favorite coffee shop to come to, to get his coffee. It’s quiet and it’s owned by an older lady, Mrs. Lee, that doesn’t know who he is. She doesn’t ask him questions or try to take his picture or freak out when he comes in. She doesn’t give a shit that his name is linked to one of the biggest idol groups in not only Korea but the world, and she goes on about her day and treats him like a regular customer, and that is why he keeps coming back.

The door shuts behind him as he breaths in the strong smell of coffee. Nothing has changed in all the times he has been here. The same three round wooden tables with their matching chairs still fill most of the floor space, the live green plants that fill the two windowsills and the heavy wooden counter that displays a variety of homemade cakes and pies, and behind it the large coffee machine that brews his favorite coffee are all the same.

But something has changed apparently as his gaze switches to the space behind the counter, where Mrs. Lee normally stands, ready to greet him with her arms out and a warm hello.

Mrs. Lee has apparently hired a new barista to help her run the place. Jungkook can just about manage to read the nametag on your shirt. ____, it reads. You don’t even notice him entering, your eyes too busy focusing on the coffee menu in front of you. Your hair is tied up in a bun on the top of your head and on your body, you wear the same uniform Mrs. Lee normally wears; black clothing from head to toe and a white apron.

Jungkook stops and nervously looks around for Mrs. Lee, but she doesn’t seem to be there. He worries that you are going to recognize him and potentially cause a scene.

Fuck, maybe he should have brought security!

Looking towards the door he just entered, he debates whether he should leave, but before he can make up his mind, your soft voice rings through the small space, causing him to jump slightly.

“Hi, welcome!” You smile brightly at him. “Can I help you?”

Fuck, you are beautiful! Your big round eyes are staring brightly at him like you are old friends reuniting after a long time, and your plump lips are perfectly framing your smile.

Fuck.

But despite that, Jungkook still waits a few moments, just standing by the door – quiet as a mouse. But the screaming doesn’t come. Huh?

“Are you okay, sir?” you ask slightly concerned when he doesn’t answer you.

Realizing that he probably seems like a creep, just staring at you without saying anything, he kicks himself in the butt and approaches the counter hesitantly. “Yes! Sorry, sorry!”

“It’s alright sir. What can I get for you?”

“U-uh, one large iced Americano, please.”

“One large iced Americano, coming right up,” you say, and pick up a new cup and a marker, “what name can I write on the coffee for you?”

Shit! You clearly don’t recognize his face or his voice, but what if his names spark something in you?

Eventually, he decides to dare it, “Jungkook.”

Still no reaction from you as you just scribble down his name on the side of the cup and places it on the counter behind you.

“It’ll be ready in a few minutes,” you explain.

Jungkook stays by the counter and watches as you prepare his coffee. Intrigued, doesn’t begin to describe what he is feeling at the moment. Confused, relieved, ecstatic, and maybe even a little disappointed. He is so used to everyone, especially girls, knowing who he is, and recognizing him just by the sound of his voice, and to have probably the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, not knowing who he is… he must admit it is a little disappointing and a blow to his ego.

He takes this as an opportunity to study you without seeming like a total creep. He watches the way you move so effortlessly behind the counter as you fill up the cup with ice, and as you prepare the coffee in the machine, that will later be filled in the transparent cup. You move almost gracefully, reminding him of a ballerina on a stage. Catches himself smiling when you tug a stray piece of hair behind your ear, he clears his throat.

“Are you new?” He then asks, feeling like he needs to fill the silence. He also just wants to hear you talk. Hear your voice.

Turning slightly, you smile at him over the shoulder, “I am. Mrs. Lee is not getting any younger and she needed an extra pair of hands. My mother knows her and recommended me for the job.”

“I see,” you are beautiful, no doubt about it, but when you smile your entire face fills with innocence, a sense of happiness, looking like you’ve just heard the best news in the world. At first glance, you seem like an extremely positive person, a happy go lucky type, and it only intrigues him further.

“Here you go,” placing the freshly brewed iced Americano in front of him. You pull a straw from the container and lays it next to the cup. “That’ll be 3.547 won please.”

Jungkook hands the money over the counter and you take them with care, and gently place them in the till.

“Thank you.” Grabbing his coffee and straw, Jungkook leaves despite the fact that he really wants to stay a few more minutes. To look at your beauty and maybe muster up courage to talk to you some more. But people are waiting for him and he needs to get going before he will be late.

He is almost out of the door when you stop him, “Oh wait!” you call after him a little frantic. By the tone of your voice Jungkook is afraid that you have finally realized who he is.

Reluctantly he turns with his brows raised in question.

“You gave me way too much money sir! You need change!” You tell him and instantly he is relieved, his shoulder slagging.

He laughs internally at the way you have been calling him sir this whole time. If he had to guess, you would be about the same age as him.

“Keep it.”

“Keep it?”

“Keep it.” He shrugs.

“But this is over 20.000 won sir, that is way too much for just one cup of coffee!”

He really doesn’t know why he decided to leave such a big tip. It wasn’t something he had purposely planned on doing, but when he was reaching for the money in his wallet, he had accidentally grabbed two 10.000 won bills instead of just one, but without think much of it he handed you both of them.

“Consider it a tip,” he settles on telling saying, his head lightly tilted to the side.

“A tip? For me?” gently you point a finger at your chest and Jungkook can’t help but laugh at the way your face contorts so cutely in confusion. You obviously are not used to getting tips.

“Yes, for you.” He chuckles, “As a thank you for the delicious coffee.”

“But you haven’t-“ before you can protest further and tell him that a 16.000 won tip is way over the top and that you can’t possibly accept the money, Jungkook is already gone, “-even tasted it yet…”

~ 3 days later ~

“I could’ve brought back the coffee by myself,” Jungkook complains loudly to his hyung and leader walking in front of him, “you didn’t actually have to come with me.”

“I wanted to come,” Namjoon had insisted on joining Jungkook on bringing back coffee for practice. Normally one of the staff members would do it so they could use all the time on practicing, but for three whole days Jungkook’s fingers have been itching to see you again. Even for just a few short minutes. But having Namjoon tagging along, he is afraid that the small bubble he has created around the fact that you don’t know who he is, will burst.

“I have wanted to see this place for some time now,” Namjoon explains as his feet carry him closer to the little coffee shop Jungkook calls is bubble, “if this place can make you ditch Starbucks than I wanna see it.”

“It isn’t even anything special. It’s just a coffee shop.” Jungkook insist, hoping it will get him to turn around and walk back to the car.

Ignoring his question, Namjoon reaches the shop and holds the door open for Jungkook to enter. With a huge sigh he reluctantly does and Namjoon follows. Like the other day, the café is empty, and the strong smell of coffee hits his nostrils as soon as they enter. Today, no one is behind the counter and Jungkook is hopeful that you might not be working today

As the door shuts behind them with a modest click, you appear in the doorway leading to the back room. “Hey, it’s the tip guy,” you beam at them.

Upon seeing you, the fear and nervousness returns to Jungkook’s body, but despite that, a smile automatically stretches on his lips, and beside him Namjoon tilts his head, looking between you in confusion.

Your bright mood has instantly lifted Jungkook’s spirits, and he forgets all about his hyung next to him until he speaks, “The tip guy?” Namjoon’s eyebrow raise in question at the name you have given Jungkook.

“Yeah, he’s guy that gave me the big tip the last time he was here,” she points to Jungkook, “I remember writing down your name, but I’m really bad with names, and I can’t seem to remember yours, so I resolved to just calling you the tip guy,” the last part you direct to Jungkook, your eyes locking on each other.

Normally, you have a pretty good memory. You remember small useless things that no one would ever need. You remember addresses and for some reason you are really good at remembering phone numbers. But names? You have never been good at remembering names and it has often landed you in a bit of trouble.

“Oh,” Namjoon mumbles, thinking deeply, and after a few moments the next oh follows, “oh!” he looks at Jungkook with wide eyes filled with shock.

The penny has just dropped for him, “Oh?”

“Oh,” Jungkook quietly confirms Namjoon’s unspoken question, crossing everything in his body in hopes that he won’t burst his bubble now.

Silently, Jungkook begs him not to say anything, to pretend that they are two normal guys getting coffee for their friends. He can undoubtedly see that Namjoon is in a little bit of a shocked state, much like he was three days ago. This never happens to them and he wants to stay like this for a little while longer.

“Oh what?” you ask curiously, wanting to join the conversation.

“Just, oh you forgot his name,” Namjoon is quick to make up an excuse and Jungkook relaxes on the spot knowing that his silent plea worked.

Thank you, he mouths to his hyung, but Namjoon is quick to shrug him off like it is nothing. Always the modest one.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you tell them genuinely, ”I’ve always been bad with names and I know I should probably be good with names, being a barista and all, but I’m just not,” you shrug apologetic, “but I remembered your face,” who could forget a face like his anyways?! Certainly not you!

Jungkook finds you incredibly cute when you ramble, and he would love to listen to you talk for hours. Just hours of listening to you talk.

“No worries,” he reassures you with a smile, “it happens to the best of us.”

God, you can’t get over how freaking handsome he is! He looks like one of those leading males in a drama – you know the one! That one guy that is so freakishly good looking, that it seems almost impossible for him to be real! Yeah, that’s him! That is this guy!

And when he smiles, it’s like your whole body gets set on fire and you want to tell him to smile some more. Or even ask him if you can take a picture of him to keep for a gloomy day, but that would probably have him running for the hills…

Damn! What is his name again?!

Knowing why they are probably here, you ask, “Can I get you some coffee?”

The guy next to him steps forward, but the whole time you keep casting your eyes towards the tip guy, trying for the life of you to remember his name. You barely even hear what his friend is saying.

“Yes, can we get-“

“Jungkook!” You exclaim a little too loud and they both look at you in shock and fright. “Oh I’m so sorry!” You rush to say, “I just suddenly remembered your name and I got a too excited because that almost never happens to me… I am so sorry for interrupting you!” you can already feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. You just hope they won’t notice or at least not comment on it. They must think you are some crazy person!

“You seem to have a habit of apologizing,” the guy that is not Jungkook smirks at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you mumble embarrassed and he continues to smirk at you.

“Oh… I did it again… sorry,” you don’t even realize that you keep apologizing. Only when he keeps smirking at you with a raise of his brows, and the small chuckle that comes from Jungkook, do you realize you have just apologized yet again.

“Shit, sorry! God! Sor-“ you are about to apologize for swearing in front of them, but you shut up mid-sentence, both Jungkook and his friend are now in full laughter at you small outburst.

“I’m just gonna stop talking,” you mumble lowly, your cheeks blushing furiously and you wish the ground would swallow you whole!

You can’t believe you just cursed in front of two customers! Thank God, Mrs. Lee isn’t here!

“Coffee?” You murmur embarrassed, trying to divert the conversation away from yourself.

“Yes please,” the guy tries to calm down his laugh to a mild chuckle, “seven large iced Americanos please.”

Seven?! “It’ll just be a few minutes,” you tell them.

As you start to fill the coffee machine with fresh beans and place out seven cups, you notice both of them moving away from the counter to one of the tables by the window.

A deep breath leaves your lungs. Why do you always have to embarrass yourself like that in front of good looking people?!

This is why you are still single!

“She’s pretty,” Namjoon comments as they both take a seat, far enough away for you not to hear them.

“I know.”

He goes on, “And seems like a really genuine person. Quite adorable.”

“I know.”

“You should ask for her number.”

“I kno- what?!” Jungkook frantically asks his hyung. He must have lost his mind!

“Ask for her number.”

“I can’t do that!” He can’t ask for your number – Right now you have no clue who he is and that gives him a piece of mind, it gives him a place where he can be normal, it gives him a person to talk to without them asking all kinds of questions. Even if it is for just a few minutes here and there. What if you find out who he is, and changes the way you act around him? He would hate that! Absolutely hate it!

Crossing his arms, Namjoon asks, “Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because?”

“Because right now she has no clue who I am! She doesn’t know I’m Jungkook from BTS, to her I’m just Jungkook, the guy that come in and orders a large iced Americano once in a while. I like that, okay.” Jungkook finally admits, his eyes blazing. “If she finds out who I really am, she might freak out and act like the rest of them.”

“Hmm,” Namjoon hums in understanding, “I understand you Kook,” he gives him a pat on the shoulder, “but what if she doesn’t?”

“Doesn’t what?”

“Freak out. What if she doesn’t give a flying fuck about who you are?”

Mulling over his words, Jungkook casts a look at you. Even with your back turned towards him, he finds you irresistible. What if you don’t freak out? If you’d had any inkling about who he is, would you not already have freaked out?

In his head, he is going back and forth with himself. Should he ask you, or should he not ask you? He wants to! Badly! But how far can the bubble stretch before it eventually bursts and the truth will be revealed?

Only one way to find out, “Alright, I’ll ask for her number.”

“That’s my man.”

Neatly, you place the last coffee in its designated slot in the cup holder. You smile to yourself. It may not seem like much to some people – making coffee for others – and you have to admit that you were probably one of those people at some point, but working here for the past few weeks, you have really come to enjoy it. There is a certain peace to it, a specific vibe that you can’t get anywhere else. And the chats you get to have with Mrs. Lee and all the customers, you enjoy as well.

“What are you smiling about?”

Startled, you place a hand over your racing heart and glare at the two men that is now standing in front of you. “Jeez, you scared me!” you hadn’t even heard them come up.

“Sorry,” Jungkook chuckles.

Shaking off the shock, you slide the seven cups of iced coffee towards them, “Here you go! That will be,” you pause to press a few buttons on the cash register to get the total, “24.829 won please.”

Before Jungkook can grab his wallet, his friend has already handed you the money, “Keep the change,” he tells you, “and you don’t have to call me tip guy number 2, Namjoon will be just fine,” he winks and you laugh.

“Namjoon it is then.”

“It was nice to meet you ____.”

“You too,” you say, and he turns to Jungkook with both containers of coffee in his hands.

“I’ll wait outside,” he tells him before heading towards the door, not giving Jungkook a chance to protest.

Gesturing your thumb towards the door, you ask Jungkook, “Are you not going with him?”

“In a minute,” he tells you and pushes off the counter. “I wanted to ask you something first.”

Thud thud thud!

That is the sound of your heart racing like a freaking track horse in your chest!

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” You can tell that he’s nervous. He has gotten way more fidgety in the last few seconds and he is having a hard time meeting your eyes all of the sudden.

“What did you want to ask me?” you swallow the big lump in your throat. Now, you are nervous too.

Rolling his shoulders, Jungkook breaths deeply and collects himself. Looking you in the eyes, he flashes you the most perfect smile you think you have ever seen, “I wanted to ask for your number.”

You stop breathing, “M-My number?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” you blurt, making him laugh.

“Because I want to keep talking to you, and I travel a lot for work so… it’s easier right now.”

Time seems to stand still as you process the situation unfolding in front of you. A handsome guy, whom you have only met twice – so he is really more like a stranger at this point – has just asked for your number because, he wants to keep talking to you, but his job makes it difficult...

Are you dreaming?

“You are not dreaming, no,” his laugh pulls you back to the shop.

Instantly, your cheeks heat up. At this rate all this blushing might cause permanent damage to your face, “Did I just say that out loud?”

“You did, but it was cute.”

Mentally you smack yourself for keeping embarrassing yourself in front of him! But more importantly, he just called you cute! Cute! Cute? Cute. Is that a good thing? To be called cute by the most gorgeous man on earth.

“So is that a yes?” he asks after the silence becomes too long.

It is not a dream, and a handsome guy really is standing opposite you, asking for your number. “Yes.”

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mythiica · 4 years

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Sorry if this isn't the place to make requests. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you'd do a NSFW Kiro [MLQC] one-shot? The boy is too sweet for how own damn good.

Title: Sweeter Than Sweet

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Character: Kiro

Genre: SMECCI with semi plot

Warnings: sex

Kinks: sexy dancing, public sex, food kink, blowjob/handjob, nipple play, biting, strip tease, grinding, riding

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2652 words

POV: second person

Other comments: okay you said “sweet” in your request, and I really could not resist doing some dessert/eating out kink so here u go. Yes the title is a reference to bts idol dont @ me ; also thank you thank you thank you to @breadcheese444 for helping me with beta reading! First smut in a while and i was a bit rusty

You watch Kiro from the doorway of his fitting room as he completes the dance routine without making a single mistake. The music echoes throughout the studio, and you hum along softly, having memorized the song from the countless times you listened to it while he practiced. Really, you could recall every step by memory if you wanted to – that is how often Kiro practiced with your company.

He is completely in synch with the rhythm – hell, even his golden hair bounces to the one, two, three, four that you know is repeating in his mind. Kiro gives the camera his undivided attention paired with his irresistible smile. His motions are fluid and smooth, and it is easy to lose yourself in his dance.

Kiro strikes his final pose: his nose is tipped down and the hat obscures his face for a split second before he cranes his head upwards slightly. The lights overhead click off, leaving him under an intense spotlight. His bright blue eyes shine from under the brim of the hat, cutting through the empty space to the camera. To finish off, Kiro flashes a dangerous smirk just before the last light goes out.

There is a moment of complete silence when you can only hear Kiro’s heavy breathing. Then, the studio erupts into applause and the lights come back on. You hear the director yell cut and then that’s a wrap, signalling the end of today’s shooting.

With Kiro’s immaculate performance today, they have everything they need to finish editing the new music video. Everyone is cheering, and they end up swarming Kiro to congratulate him. He runs a hand through his damp hair and smiles joyfully, accepting their compliments politely before looking around the studio.

His eyes lock with yours and he gives you a bright sunshine smile – it’s not like the smirk he wore a few moments ago, but it still makes your heart melt. Kiro thanks the crew for helping out and making everything run smoothly before slipping past them and walking over to you. He clasps your hands and kisses your cheek. “You made it!”

“I arrived just in time to watch the end of your performance! You did very well. I got goosebumps–”

Kiro blushes slightly and presses his forehead to yous. “I’m so happy you’re here. I can change and then we can head out for dinner. Where would you like to go?” He takes his jacket off and reveals his toned muscles. The boy is a whole meal looking like this: the cotton shirt leaves little to the imagination (and the studio is usually kept cold to reduce sweating, hence his nipples poke through the black material with ease.)

You lick your lips. “Anywhere is good. I’m really hungry.”

Putting a hanger through the jacket, Kiro leaves it on a rack with other clothes he had worn during the music video. “Well, there is this really good restaurant about ten minutes away from here. We can go and then walk to the park for some ice cream!”

As Kiro speaks, he does not realize that you are pulling him into his changing room until the door clicks behind the two of you. Whipping around, you smile devilishly at him.“I was thinking about something else before we leave…” you whisper as you trill your fingers down Kiro’s chest. His breathing becomes labored, like he knows what you are getting at, but he does not want to jump to conclusions.

“W-What do you mean?” When you push him onto the plush chair in the middle of the room, Kiro yelps softly.

Your eyes narrow, and Kiro melts at the thought of having sex in a public place like his changing room. “Here?! We can’t do that here. What if we get caught?”

“I locked the door!”

Kiro squirms but only successfully makes his shirt lift. You invite yourself to trace his muscles and place a soft kiss to his bellybutton. He swallows hard and groans, informing you that you have indeed intrigued him with your proposal. “Alright, but we’ll have to hurry. My agent doesn’t like it when the door is locked from the inside–”

The moment his confirmation leaves his lips, you stand up and smile. “Brilliant.” Kiro watches you pad over to his dressing table and is expecting you to pull a condom out of your purse, but instead, you take the small cardboard box sitting on the edge. Confused, Kiro props himself up with his elbows against the arms of the chair. He follows you as you click back and take a seat in front of him. With the box on the ground next to you, you rest your chin on your arm and flutter your eyelashes at Kiro. “You were really good today, I have to tell you again!”

“T-Thank you!”

“And I don’t really know how you can change from ultra sexy to super cute in just a matter of moments. It’s like a secret ability of yours.” Your words are a mere distraction as you take your time pawing at his crotch. Kiro whimpers softly and leans forward to brush your hair back. “Kiro, I’ve got a surprise for you~”

You unbuckle his pants to pull them down slightly – just enough that they linger at his thighs while you have access to his underwear. It is obvious that your antics have already made Kiro hard, and it pleases you to see the seam of the undergarments fighting against his growing erection. As you free his member, you coo at Kiro, “I brought you some cake to celebrate the end of the filming. I think now would be a good time to have some, no?”

“I–I thought that we were–”

“Shh.. you’ll see,” you whisper with a smirk. Flicking the top of the box open, you pull a strawberry off of the chocolate icing and brush it over Kiro’s tip. The wet flesh of the fruit makes Kiro tense up – who would have guessed that you would use them for this? You cup your palm over his cock and keep the strawberry between your hand and him, using it to coax a harder erection.

As you expected, Kiro withers under your touch and begins to buck against you, seeking more friction and a faster release. Pink juice from the berry dribbles down his shaft, but you catch it with your tongue and lap up Kiro’s full length. “Hmm… so sweet, Kiro…” You giggle and look up to smile at him, precum and strawberry juice running down your chin.

His cheeks have flushed to the same shade of red as the fruit, but he cannot bring himself to meet your gaze, for he fears that he will come undone immediately. When Kiro swallows hard, you press a swift kiss to the base of his cock before focusing on his tip. “A-Ahh… Your mouth is really warm,” he praises, his hand snaking down to lace his fingers in your hair. Kiro tugs slightly, and you nuzzle against him momentarily before flicking your tongue out to catch a new bead of precum.

Retracting your hand, you let the crushed strawberry fall into the open lid of the box before picking two fresh ones up.

“Do you plan to make me numb with those?” There is a concerned lit in his voice, like he knows that he won’t last long at this rate.

A giggle tickles the back of your throat and you shake your head. Instead of resuming, you stand up again, fruit in hand, and sit comfortably on his lap, making sure to grind against Kiro so he can feel the inevitable wetness soaking your panties. “I want to play with you more; we’ve barely done anything!” You lean forward and play with the hem of his shirt.

“May I remind you that we could get caught at any second?”

Pouting, you opt to just unbutton his shirt rather than trailing kisses up his chest. You don’t hesitate to press the cold berries to his nipples, and the sudden change in temperature makes Kiro shiver and groan. They harden rapidly, and you marvel at the bright pink. “So cute!” you giggle, leaning forward to kiss Kiro deeply.

“Ah! Please! They’re really cold!”

“That’s the point,” you shush, passing both fruit into one hand. As you focus them on his right nipple, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and start suckling on his left one. Kiro arches against you and squirms gleefully. A quick bite on his skin makes him yelp and sit back down. With his nipple still between your lips, you look up and smile at Kiro. His face is even redder than before, and you see a sliver of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth reflecting in the artificial light from above.

With every motion, Kiro only successfully buries against the flesh of the fruit, causing fluids to run down his pale abdomen. You shift over him, sitting up slightly to trade treatments. Moans tumble from his lips as he subs for you. Lowering your free hand down, you take hold of Kiro’s cock once more and spread the precum over his tip, using it as lubricant to pump him with the same vigor of your tongue as it flicks against his nipple.

Kiro grips your arm and half whine-half moans your name before he throws his head back. Desperately, your beautiful idol begins bucking against your hand and arching his back, seeking out release from your merciful touch.

Looking over your shoulder, you beam when you see that even Kiro’s cock is blushing. “Kiro, you want to cum, don’t you?”

He bites his lip and nods yes, so you discard the berries on his stomach, opting to suck his tip to make him cum instead of simply pumping him with your hand. You sink back to your knees and take half of his length into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around him until you feel Kiro tense and inevitably cum.

It tastes half like strawberry, making it easier to swallow, but you let a few drops of white hang from your mouth to show Kiro. He shivers at the sight and covers his eyes in embarrassment. You take the chance to kiss up his body now, throwing the used strawberries behind you. When you pull Kiro’s hands away, you cup his face and kiss him repeatedly, praising him between every one. “I love you, Kiro, you did so well! So sweet…”

He gives you a gentle smile and traces shapes on your thigh. “Let me treat you–” Kiro’s fingers tug at the elastic of your panties. “You got excited from playing with me, I can tell.”

“You did put on a private show for me,” you respond playfully as you lean back enough to remove your underwear. Kiro takes it from you and drops it on the ground, but his arm lingers over the edge as he contemplates something. You can see it splattered across his face: the quizzical expression that makes his eyebrows tip upwards and the corners of his mouth curls into a smirk.

“Do you have an idea, baby?”

Kiro keeps a steady hand on your waist, but then scoops up some icing off of the cake with his thumb. He turns his attention back to you and brushes some of the icing against your bottom lip. When you go to lick it away, Kiro catches your tongue with two fingers. “Ah! You had your fun, it’s my turn now.” With that, he closes the space between the two of you and kisses you deeply. His own tongue brushes over the icing, and he smiles widely upon leaning back. “Sweet indeed…”

You love how Kiro can switch from a sub to dom within moments – he takes another lick of icing and paints it across your tongue as his free hand pushes your shirt up before it winds up your thigh to pull your skirt up to your waist. While you are distracted, Kiro slips his fingers through your folds, making you squirm with anticipation.

Biting your lip, you sway your hips back and forth, just like Kiro did for the music video. You do not stop moving until his cock is penetrating your wetness, and even then, you sink down further onto his cock and release a satisfied groan upon sitting down completely on him. You take a moment to strip your shirt and bra, letting both of them fall to the ground.

“Which tastes better: the cake or me?” you ask innocently, raking your fingers through your hair to pull it over to the other side. It falls over your face and Kiro grasps your jaw to kiss you repeatedly. “You, always you. The cake is a bonus!”

You squirm around and Kiro groans and then bites your bottom lip to praise you. Kiro’s hand goes up your spine and he presses you against his chest so that your nipples grind together. His are still slick with juice, and the friction is delicious. As you preoccupy yourself grinding, Kiro guides you to bounce on his cock.

Both of you have forgotten about the small room and need to keep quiet, but it does not seem to be a concern anymore. You moan against Kiro’s ear and worship him, telling him how wonderful he feels inside of you. Kiro is still sensitive from cumming before, and you can feel him tensing hard. His muscles are tired from performing earlier, but he gives you his all. Gripping the back of your thighs, Kiro bucks into you and kisses up your chest. His breath is hot and heavy, the room smells like sex, and your pussy squelches with every thrust he delivers into you.

“K-Kiro! I’ll cum if you keep doing that!”

His blond hair is matted down with sweat, and he kisses across your collarbone to coax you further to your climax. It does not take long for you to unravel completely on his cock. “Kiro, my sweet, please cum with me!” Your tongue falls out of your mouth as you ride out the orgasm.

Kiro tenses, his fingernails digging into your skin, and follows you. It’s warm and wonderful: you sift around so that he fills you completely. The two of you are panting heavily for a few minutes as you regain your bearings.

You laugh and lean back. Your blouse is wrinkled and stained with strawberry juice and saliva. Kiro brushes his thumb against your hip before you sit up and pull your panties back on. The cake is a mess when you look at it – half broken and crumbling, chocolate icing all over it. The sight makes you laugh, but you pull down your skirt and offer Kiro a new shirt.

“To be fair, I didn’t think that the cake would end up like this. I really did think that we would share it…”

Kiro brushes his hair quickly before wrapping his arms around your waist to kiss your neck. “I am not complaining! But next time, I would… like to do this at home where we can have more fun.”

“Alright! Alright. Now, where was that restaurant you wanted to go to?”

The two of you sneak out of the changing room, but when you run into Kiro’s agent, he does not look happy. His foot is tapping against the ground, and he is wearing an angry expression. “If you are going to act like children and do that here, I suggest you at least try to be discreet about it. Kiro, you are known for having a good voice. That seems to carry, even when you are doing more.. Intimate things.” He huffs. “Now leave.”

Kiro grabs your hand and pulls you away, but the two of you break into a run before anyone can make a comment about your trouselled hair and wrinkled clothing.

#mlqc #mr love queens choice #mlqc kiro #mlqc smut #paper games #elex #love and producer

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 4 years

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Notice Me!~Kim Junmyeon/Suho x Black! R&B Star! Fem! Reader {2}

Previous Parts: 1 2 3

Pairing: Suho x reader

Summary: With your support sent out to EXO as a fan and a potential collaborator, you awaken to a massive wave of support from your fans, along with fellow EXOls. However, a vocal majority of them aren’t too keen about you working with their bias band. All of this anxiety comes to a head as your supports push you towards the idea of a collaboration, including Suho himself.

Warnings: Toxic fans, racist comments and negative thoughts.

Writer’s Note: Here’s chapter 2, I hope you guys enjoy and let me know if you want any more EXO fics/series, requests are open! I also want to add that this is purely fictional, I don’t know Halsey (Ashley) personally, so if she acts a little odd I’m sorry. And another thing about this fic and others I write, the Kpop idols speak English, since I don’t want to butcher any translations or Korean words, since I do not speak the language. Maybe in the future, but not now! Thanks!

Word Count: 1, 583

I could hardly sleep at the sound of my phone buzzing like a madman. Of course the sun peaking through my blinds didn’t help, along with Ashley’s bed hogging ass. Next time I’m taking the couch instead of sharing my bed, jeez.

I shift over on my back to reach for my phone, it comes to life at my slight touch and overwhelms me with so many notifications I almost tumble from the bed.

“Mmh,” Ashley groans, “quit moving.”

She kicks my foot softly, but I don’t react at all, most of my attention is on my phone.

My Twitter bell icon stays red with a swarm of notifications, messages, likes and retweets. I’m trending, right underneath with EXO and of course BTS.

“Uh, Ash, look! Look!”

I nudge her a few times before she rolls over with hair stuck to her cheek and a scowl.

“Y/N, I-I need at least one more hou—”

“Look!” I scold.

We both stay captivated by the tiny screen as Ashley’s finger scrolls down some of the comments.

They read:

Um, SM we need a Empress Dee Dee/ EXO collab, stat!

Aw, Junmyeon was soo cute, I lowkey ship it!

Finally a Kpop band reaching out for a black artist, I wish someone would follow through too *cough, cough BTS

“Holy shit,” Ashley says, “they really love this idea, did your publicist call you about it yet? Y/N?”

Her voice is drowned out as more of the comments turn sour.

A lot of them read:

Western Artist X Kpop Artist= trash

Black people should stay with their own music, it wouldn’t mix with EXO’s sound

Gross, please don’t tell me Junmyeon has a thing for that black girl, why not a Korean woman?

They continue to flood my feed, most of them turning more daunting than the rest.

“Ok, enough Twitter for one morning,” Ashley says as she takes the phone.

“You’re right,” I say, “I need some more sleep.”

Ashley frowns as I lay back against my pillow and yank the covers up and over my face.

“Y/N, come on,” Ashley groans, “you seriously gonna let these assholes get under your skin?”

I nod against the sheets.

“Half of them are right Ash,” I say, “why would any of EXO collab with me? There are many other Kpop artists who are better anyway.”

“Um, but none of them are Empress Dee Dee, are they?” Ashley asks.

I shrug.

“They aren’t black though, Ash,” I note.

Ashley gives me an incredulous look.

“That’s got nothing to do with it,” Ashley growls.

Her words strike an unexpected nerve within me as I push the covers away and sit back up.

“Nothing?! “ I snap, “Ash, it’s everything to do with it! Racism still exists, even more prevalent now, especially with colorism still at an all time high!”

Ashley frowns.

“But I-”

I put a hand on Ashley’s own, the stark contrast of my brown skin and her pale one.

“I know, I know who are Ashley, but it’s different for women like me, and darker skinned black women,” I say, “I just need you to understand that, please.”

Ashley nods.

“I do,” she says, “but I need you to understand that it shouldn’t stop you! Don’t listen to what those assholes are saying!”

“Ash—”

“You love music, don’t you?” she asks.

Her question throws me off, yet I nod anyway.

“Of course I do,” I say.

“Then focus on making music, talk to your publicist and agent about that EXO collab!” she declares.

I watch Ashley in half awe, half amusement as she tosses the sheets onto the floor like the drama queen she’s being. Maybe she should shoot for the Academy Awards rather than Grammys next year.

“You know you gotta pick that up right,” I deadpan while gesturing to the splayed mess of covers below us on the floor.

Ashley turns her nose up, but softens as she comes around to my side of the bed, sitting next to me and taking my hand.

“Don’t worry about the fucking bed spread and listen to me,” she says.

I stare at her eyes, there’s this hint of desperation in them, as if I was the one who insulted her. Maybe I was a bit too much in my feelings. She cares about my wellbeing so much that I forget this affects her as well.

“Promise me that you’ll stay all right through all of this,” she says, gripping my hand skin tight.

I think of another comeback but save it for later.

“I promise Ash,” I vow, “now can you pick up the damn covers?”

Ashley frowns but rises to gather up the covers anyway.

“There. I’m doing it, now could you please call your publicist?”

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I reach for my phone on the nightstand. More notifications flood, a few missed calls from Daphne, my publicist and Todd, my agent. Great, now I have to deal with them.

“I’m calling them back now, Ash,” I announce.

“Awesome,” she calls from the bathroom.

I decide to go with Todd first, since he left the most missed calls. My heart beats heart against the insistent ring of the phone, it drawing out a bit longer than it usually should.

“Hello, Y/N!” Todd calls.

I gulp before speaking.

“Hi Todd, look I-I know I should have contacted Daph first about posting that tweet.”

Todd chuckles through the phone.

“Y/N, that was a genius move! It seemed really genuine!” he exclaims.

I frown.

“Uh, I was completely genuine Todd, my heart was one hundred percent into it,” I say.

“Oh, well that makes it even better, because I’ve already got in contact with the producers on the Ellen Show, and since EXO will be there promoting Obsession, we can finally have you both in talks for a collaboration!”

My stomach nearly drops. It’s exciting news, right? Getting to meet my bias band in front of me instead of a tiny computer screen, yet the circumstances got me worried. In front of all those people. Some of them could be any of those people spouting out hateful comments.

“Er, Y/N,” Todd says, “you heard me, right?”

“I-I u-uh yeah!” I say, “j-just uh, fan girl nerves is all.”

Todd chuckles, but gets back to business as usual.

“No need to worry, it’s all scripted and Ellen has a way of making people calm, especially new guests,” he explains, “but this will really put you on the map! Considering you haven’t made a public appearance since your grammy snub and you’re gonna do it with one of the biggest kpop groups, ever! Don’t let those fangirl nerves get to you too much!”

I manage to cough up a tiny giggle.

“Of course Todd, thank you.”

“Already have a flight set up for you in the morning, I told you that you’d skyrocket soon, didn’t I?” he asks.

I roll my eyes but agree anyway.

“I know Todd, bye.”

“Get plenty of sleep, call me when you get there!” he urges before hanging up.

WIth him off the phone I can finally freak out in peace. Well until Ashley returns with her toothbrush a nosy look on her face.

“Shit, by that face I’m assuming it didn’t go well, did it?” she asks.

I shake my head and collapse backwards against the sheets.

“I-It went unexpectedly well,” I admit, “EXO’s gonna be on Ellen for the first time, and I got a spot on there with them.”

Ashley nearly jumps into the ceiling.

“Are you fucking serious?!” she exclaims, “it hasn’t even been 24 hours yet!”

I nod against my pillow.

“Right! God, I-I’m not ready for this,” I groan.

Ashley shifts closer to wrap an arm around my shoulder.

“You got this sweetie,” she whispers, “I’m gonna take the shower first, that cool with you?”

I nod as she rises.

“Oh and stay off Twitter,” she says as she goes back to the bathroom.

Of course I don’t listen as I unlock my phone yet again. My eyes scan through all of the comments: good, bad, ugly and downright unnecessary. My finger stops at a previous V Live EXO recently did, or a clip at least.

The caption of the video read:

Ya’ll Junmyeon is really out here caring about DeeDee, like a lot! When he gonna pull up 😂😂

I click it and there’s Suho, Baekhyun and Chen with soft looks, unlike the way they looked during their X-EXO concept stage. Beakhyun leans closer to the camera, scanning the comments I assume as Suho frowns.

“Of course not!” Suho growls, “why would anyone say that?”

“What is it hyung?” Chen asks.

Suho points at the screen.

“Someone said that we thought DeeDee was ugly, why would you insult a beautiful woman like that?” he asks in disgust.

My breath gets hitched in my throat at his words.

Baekhyun frowns this time.

“Aw, why are people making fun of DeeDee?” he groans, “don’t listen to them DeeDee! Stay strong! Keep smiling!!”

Chen nods sharply as Baekhyun continues to yell it obnoxiously.

Suho pushes him until he ceases and looks into the camera intensely.

“The people who are saying this aren’t our fans, DeeDee,” he explains, “you’re amazing, stay all right, ok? Ok!”

Suho grins as he puts up his finger hearts as his smile widens.

The video ends, yet it doesn’t within my head. EXO actually stood up for me. This has got to be a dream.

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shannie-writes · 5 years

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BAND AU AND SIREN/PIRATE AU. PLEASE FEED ME I NEED GOOD CONTENT THANK U I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH! 💖💞💜💖💞💜

TAWNY, BLESS YOU!

I’ll be posting them separately, so this will be for Band AU. Band AU was the very first AU I made for IkeRev and it is very near and dear to me and I could honestly go on all day about it. It was really hard to pare it down to the short description below. Please enjoy!

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AU: Band

Pairing(s): Jonah/Lancelot, Sirius/MC/Ray, Seth/MC2/Zero

Setting: Modern

The Basics: The famous idol group “Shine” has a good thing going until the up-and-coming rock band “Giving Hearts in Spades” comes out with a single that tops the charts, beating out their songs by a long shot. Thus begins a rivalry between the two for several years to come. Little do they know, a connection had already been created between the two bands, that was desperately trying to stay a secret.

Ray: Plays guitar and backup vocalist for Spades. Was the first to be asked to join the band by Sirius. Eventually grew into a relationship with Sirius and later added Alice, under wraps.

Sirius: Plays keyboard and backup vocalist for Spades. Had gone to a performance school with Harr and Lancelot, but was not picked out to join a group like Lancelot was. Created his own group on the side and worked hard to put it on the map. Is dating Ray, and Alice when able.

Luka: Plays bass for Spades. While usually shy and quiet, he plays with all his heart and effort on stage. Was pushed into music by his parents and he does enjoy it, but wanted to earn his spot in a band, rather than have his family name behind it.

Seth: Lead vocalist for Spades. Was found by Sirius at a karaoke bar he frequented. Seth still visits the bar at least once a week when he’s able. Met Nancy and Zero there before Spades made it big. In a romantic relationship with the both of them.

Fenrir: Drummer for Spades. Loves to do drum stick tricks during performances and always has several backup pairs, just in case he goes too wild and loses/breaks one. Was suggested by Ray when Sirius was looking for a drummer.

Lancelot: Plays piano/keyboard and is a vocalist for Shine. Was picked to join an idol group when he was still in performance school and couldn’t refuse. Loves to play duets with Jonah. Keeps his relationship with Jonah a secret, though the rest of the group already knows.

Jonah: Plays violin and is the main vocalist for Shine. Son to a famous musical duo, who raised him to sing since he could talk. Keeps his relationship with Lancelot a secret everywhere but the group house.

Edgar: Plays guitar, along with multiple other instruments, and is a vocalist for Shine. Had been in a few other bands before, but none of them stuck around long before he joined Shine.

Kyle: Plays bass, guitar, and is a vocalist for Shine. Is extremely talented with his hands and has an entire online fanclub dedicated to them.

Zero: Plays drums and is the rapper for Shine. Went to a karaoke bar to let off steam and met Nancy and Seth that same night. Made it a goal to sneak out of the group house to visit them at the bar once a week. In a romantic relationship with both of them.

Harr: Had gone to a performance school where he met Lancelot and Sirius. Plays guitar, but does his own solo thing. Music interest-wise, he prefers the music produced by Giving Hearts in Spades.

Loki: A big fan of Shine. Goes to almost all of their shows and has plenty of their posters up on his walls. Is working on getting into a performance school so he can be on stage someday, too.

Blanc: Manager over Shine. Flirts with a lot of the fans, but keeps his relationships professional. Has the schedule for Shine near well packed, down to the hour.

Oliver: Manager over Spades. The band members give him a headache most days and he feels like he babysits a lot of the time, reminding them constantly of the relationship rules set on them. This doesn’t stop them from disobeying them anyway.

MC(Alice): A huge fan of Giving Hearts in Spades. Wrote them fan letters and would regularly see them in fan meets in their early days. Gradually caught the attention of both Sirius and Ray, who pulled her into their relationship and make sure to see her as often as they realistically can with their restrictions once they made it big.

MC2(Nancy): Regularly visited a karaoke bar and made sure she was there on the nights Seth would perform, well before he joined the band. Didn’t actually approach him until the night Zero visited the bar for the first time. They developed a friendship that turned into a relationship and they all keep it a secret for different reasons.

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“Whoa, whoa. Wait, go back! Did you see it?” Nancy leaned into Zero, pointing at the screen he was holding. “It’s a Spades song! You have official karaoke status now, Seth,” she laughed.

Seth finished his drink, the third one for the night, his eyes bright and his grin wide as he picked up the other screen, scrolling along it until he found what she was looking at. “Paradise in Passion? I would have loved to see Rocket to Your Moon--oh, there it is. This is so exciting!”

“Congratulations, Seth.”

“Thanks, Zero,” he said, flashing him a return smile.

“Put it up, I want to sing it.” Nancy hopped to her feet, snatching the microphone from the table laden with drinks and snacks.

“Rocket?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll sing Paradise when she’s done, then,” Zero said, taking another sip of his water. “It’s really my only chance to get to sing one of your songs, after all.”

“Aww, you two are so lovely. Alright, they’re all queued up. Hit it, sweetie!”

Nancy laughed as the first chords began. Zero tapped his fingers against his glass to the beat of the drum, unable to resist a smile as they both watched Nancy’s demeanor mellow to the tone of the song. It started off fast, the words flying by on the screen on the wall above the seating behind them. The chorus was slow and intense and it was only then that Zero realized that Nancy wasn’t even looking at the screen in the first place, her eyes on Seth as she sang his own lyrics to him.

She had only just finished the last line when Seth jumped up in front of her, cupping her face in his palms to give her a desperate kiss. Zero blushed, unsure if he should watch or not. Seth wrapped his arms around her and he spun her in a tight circle, his lips still on hers as he dropped her back to her feet. She giggled and tilted her head back, the spin and the alcohol she had been drinking all night leaving her slightly dizzy.

“That’s what I’d call a first kiss,” she sighed happily.

Zero stood, clearing his throat. “I shouldn’t be expecting one of those, too, right? I’m afraid I may be too heavy for you to spin.”

Nancy laughed, extracting herself from Seth’s hold to hand him the microphone.

“Depends on how well you do,” Seth said, giving Zero a wink before he ushered Nancy back to her seat, grabbing the screen and restarting the song for Zero. “Hit it, Zero!”

Zero shook his head, wearing a soft smile as he watched the screen, waiting for the words to scroll up. He hadn’t had the pleasure to listen to Seth’s songs as often as Nancy had, but he had the training and he was going to make it sound as perfect as he could. His voice was deeper than Seth’s, but he had a good range and was able to sing spotlessly to Seth’s song of love and passion. He couldn’t help his blush from rising to his cheeks again as he did. He hadn’t paid that much attention to the lyrics before and they were far raunchier than he had been anticipating.

The last few notes trailed off and while Nancy clapped, Seth stood up again. Looking Seth in the eyes, he couldn’t help the quick pace his heart set as Seth gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss that was surprisingly soft, and tasted of the fruity margarita he had just finished a minute before. He barely had time to react before Seth pulled away, smoothing out his shirt and giving him a bright grin.

“Beautiful.”

#chief speaks #au questionnaire #band au #tawny

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girls-scenarios · 6 years

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Part Of Your World

Idol: Jihyo (Twice)

Prompt: Sorry! It's not a lesser written for group but Twice's comeback tugged on my h e a r t (and so did Jihyo's hair, let's be real)!!! So could I please request a Jihyo scenario where Twice have all settled well on the island and don't wish to leave for whatever reason! They've got plenty of food - they fish using big homemade twine nets - but it all goes a bit wrong when a mermaid fem!reader gets caught in the net and washes ashore ^u^

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This was so cool to write! It ended up pretty long, because there was just so much I could do with this prompt. I hope you all enjoy!

The sun was bright when Jihyo woke up, the warmth playing across her skin through the spaces in the branches, just like it did most mornings. Stretching, she laid there a while longer, listening to the sounds of the morning and the chatter from some of the other girls. Every morning felt so relaxing here, and she smiled as she opened her eyes, feeling good about the day.

“It’s about time you woke up.” Nayeon’s voice shook Jihyo from her sleepy state as she poked her head into Jihyo’s room. “Come on. We have to put out fishing lines again today.” Jihyo yawned and sat up, shaking out her hair. Nayeon was right, but that didn’t mean that she really wanted to get up just yet.

“Jeongyeon isn’t going to help you today?”

“Nope,” Nayeon said, shaking her head. “She’s with Chaeyoung, they’re getting fruits for breakfast. Come on, sleepy head.”

“Okay, okay,” Jihyo said, finally getting to her feet and reaching over to grab her comb. Even if they were on an island in the middle of nowhere, it didn’t hurt to stay looking cute. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Nayeon disappeared again, and Jihyo focused on brushing out her hair, putting it up into a bun since she’d be out in the water. Once it was up and out of the way, she stepped out of the hut into the sun and looked around.

Tzuyu was standing near the fire pit, talking to Sana, whose arms were full of fruits. Momo and Mina were nowhere to be seen, but she figured that they were probably helping Nayeon with the ropes. Dahyun hanging up some of the clothes she’d washed that morning near the hut, and when she saw Jihyo, she smiled and waved.

“Nayeon said to tell you that she and Momo and Mina are going to wait for you at the cove. She wanted to get the net in the water.” Jihyo rolled her eyes slightly and walked over to take a sip from the water they’d purified to drink near the fire place.

“Always so impatient,” she said, making Sana and Dahyun laugh.

“You should probably hurry and catch up with them before Momo rips the net again,” Sana said, eyes sparkling. Jihyo nodded her head and gave one last wave to the girls before heading off on the way to the cove where they usually let down the nets. The morning was peaceful, the waves lapping quietly at the shores and only a few clouds in the sky, and Jihyo smiled again, looking over the shoreline.

Ever since they’d decided to live on this island, she’d been so much less stressed. Sure, there was a lot they’d had to learn and they had to work to get food and clean drinking water, but it was nothing like the work she’d had to do before. Even better, they’d all had helpful things in their luggage, so it made living here ever the better.

There was the sound of distant shouting, and Jihyo raised her eyebrows, looking towards the cove. It sounded like something had happened, and, worried, she started to walk faster. Just as she was about to round the corner that would lead her down, Mina appeared, eyes wide.

“Jihyo! Thank goodness, Nayeon just sent me to get you. Something happened.” Immediately, Jihyo’s stomach dropped.

“Did Momo fall in?” Mina shook her head and grabbed Jihyo’s arm, tugging her towards the cove.

“No, but.... I don’t know how to explain it, you’ll have to see it for yourself.” As carefully as she could, Jihyo hurried to keep up with Mina. It wasn’t until they were back at the shoreline and inside the cove that Mina stopped beside Momo and Nayeon, who had the same look on their faces. Wordlessly, Nayeon pointed, and when Jihyo followed her finger, she saw a figure washed up on the shore. Her eyes widened, only for her to be shocked more as her eyes traveled down. The figure had a scaled tail that glittered in the sun, caught up in the nets from their last cast.

“Is that?” Jihyo didn’t know what to say, blinking her eyes to see if the sun was playing tricks on her.

“It’s a mermaid,” Momo whispered, clinging to Mina. “And look, we hurt her. She’s caught up in our old netting.” Jihyo turned to look at the other girls.

“Do you think she’s okay?”

“I don’t know. Go see,” Mina said, voice just as soft as Momo’s. Jihyo gave them a look.

“Just me?” All three of the girls nodded, crowding closer together. Sighing, Jihyo wished that Jeongyeon or Dahyun were there with her. Still, she knew she had to go check on the girl on the shore. Mythical creature or not, they had been hurt.

Biting her lip, she made her way down and across the shore, carefully approaching the figure. As she got closer, she could tell that your chest was moving ever so slowly. She quickened her pace, relieved that, even though your skin seemed pale and sickly, you were still breathing.

Your eyes were closed when she came up beside you, and she dropped to her knees, reaching to undo the nets tangled around your tail. She knew them well enough to know where the knots would be, but it still took her a little while to untangle them. Once she’d gotten them off, she tossed them further up the shoreline, where she could send one of the girls to get them, and took a closer look at you. Your skin was dry, and there was a little cut on your hand, but otherwise you seemed to be okay.

Did you need to be in the water? She wasn’t sure, because the only things about mermaids she knew was from watching the Disney movie when she was younger. Still, something told her that putting you in the water would be the best idea, so she moved forward to scoop you up in her arms. You were lighter than she’d expected you to be, and it wasn’t that hard to shuffle towards the water with you in her arms.

It hit her then that you were unconscious, so you wouldn’t be able to swim if she just dropped you in the water. So she swallowed and waded in deeper, deciding that she needed to wash her dress anyway as she held you tight in her arms. When the gentle current began to splash against your skin, it seemed to regain some of its color. Hopeful, Jihyo continued into the water until you were almost completely covered, except for your head and shoulders. She was nervous, because she’d never been this far out, but she could swim just fine if she needed to.

When she stopped, she looked down at you again, watching as the color began to come back to your skin. It was only then that she noticed how gorgeous you were, especially as the sun glinted across your features. Her heart jumped and she swallowed, trying not to get too drawn in as she watched you breath deeper breaths.

And then your eyes opened. She startled a bit, suddenly staring into your deep eyes. Even they were otherworldly, and when your mouth dropped open slightly, it made you look even more attractive.

“Um, hi,” Jihyo said, not knowing what else to say. You seemed confused and dazed, moving away slightly to look at her as your tail began to twitch.

“Hello?” Your voice was musical, like nothing Jihyo had ever heard. It made her breath catch in her throat as she stared at you. “Who are you?”

“I’m Jihyo. Sorry, you got caught up in our net and I didn’t know what else to do.” Her voice was breathy, but she managed to keep her head, loosening her grip on you so that you didn’t feel stuck. You looked around, seeming to finally remember what had happened.

“Oh. You saved me?”

“I guess you could say that.” You still seemed a bit lost, but that was normal, since Jihyo really didn’t know how long you’d been unconscious. Then you blinked, realizing the lax in her arms for the first time, and turned, diving into the water. Finally, Jihyo could breathe, and she stumbled backwards, struck by what had just happened. When she looked back at the rocks she’d come from, the rest of the girls were there, staring into the water with wide eyes.

She moved backwards again, only to feel a disturbance in the water at her legs. She looked down, and saw you, head floating right above the water.

“Thank you,” you said, voice floating with the waves, and then disappeared under the water again. She watched your tail sparkle in the water as you swam away until she could no longer see it before turning and heading back to shore, where the rest of the girls had come down to greet her. Chaeyoung held out a towel, and Jihyo accepted it thankfully, wrapping it around herself.

“Was that really a mermaid?” Tzuyu asked, staring out at the water. She looked so cute and shocked that Jihyo couldn’t help but smile, even as shaken up as she was.

“It was. She got caught up in a piece of our old net overnight, I think. We’re going to have to be sure we don’t leave any broken pieces in the water.”

“That was crazy,” Sana blurted out, moving closer to Jihyo. “What was it like to hold her? What did she sound like? She looked so pretty even from where we are!”

“Guys,” Jeongyeon said, stepping in to put an arm around Jihyo. “Let’s wait to bombard Jihyo with questions until she’s dry again, yeah?” She turned Jihyo in the direction of the huts and started everyone walking. Even as she walked away, though, Jihyo turned back to look at the water. Something about you had been so entrancing, and it was almost sad to think that she’d never see you again.

“We don’t have any fish for dinner tonight.” Nayeon sat by the fire with her arms crossed, looking over at Jihyo. Everything had finally settled down from the morning, but now it was the afternoon, and Nayeon had a point. There weren’t any fish for dinner. They had the fruit that Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung had picked, and some of the vegetables that Mina had managed to garden with what edible things she’d found on the island, but that was hardly enough for a meal.

“We could try and hunt some crabs,” Dahyun suggested, leaning forward and looking at the beach. “We’ve done that before.”

“But we just had crabs yesterday, I want fish today,” Nayeon said, scrunching up her nose. Jeongyeon snorted and shoved her shoulder, but none of the girls could really argue. They’d all been looking forward to fish.

“Okay,” Jihyo finally said, standing up. “Nayeon, come with me. We’ll grab the smaller net and see if we can catch anything.” A glimmer of fear passed through Nayeon’s eyes.

“What if the mermaid is still there? I don’t want her to be hurt again.”

“Where else are we going to fish, then?” Jihyo pointed out. The girls looked at each other.

“Maybe at the shoreline?” Sana suggested, but she didn’t seem too confident.

“There’s no way,” Jeongyeon said, piping up before Jihyo could. “The cove is the only place we can fish without having to wade way out into the water. There aren’t any fish big enough to eat close to the shoreline.” Sana nodded, looking back at the sand in front of her.

“We’ll just have to risk it. I’m sure she learned that we were fishing there, she probably wont visit that area anymore,” Jihyo said. Momo made a face.

“That’s just sad. I hope we didn’t scare her away.” Jihyo nodded, feeling the same way but not wanting to discourage the other girls.

“Maybe she’ll just stay away when she sees us. But we need fish, so we’ll have to go back. Come on, Nayeon.” Nayeon stood up, looking a bit shaky, and followed Jihyo over to the nets, sending a nervous look back at the other girls.

“Good luck!” Momo called, and Nayeon gave her a thumbs-up before following Jihyo into the trees.

As they neared the cove, there was splashing, and Nayeon froze, eyes going wide again.

“What was that?” Jihyo shrugged, cautiously taking a step forward.

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not going over there,” Nayeon insisted, rooted to the ground. Sighing, Jihyo mustered her courage and handed Nayeon the net before stepping around to look at the cove. Nothing seemed to be out of place, but as she stepped down closer to the spot where they usually fished among the rocks, she saw it. A pile of fresh fish where Jihyo had been standing when she’d looked back earlier. She looked back up over the ocean, and her eyes caught the glitter of something in the water. Something familiar.

Smiling, she stepped closer to the fish and called a thank you. The glittering seemed to wave before it disappeared, and Jihyo turned around to see Nayeon poking her head around the corner to the cove, looking confused.

“Come on down. It looks like we wont have to fish today after all.”

The next day found Jihyo at the cove again, but this time alone. She had the small net in her hands as she climbed down, tasked with fishing as everyone else did other things. Nayeon had claimed that she was going to help the girls filter some more water from the spring in the jungle off the beach, but Jihyo knew that the rest of the girls were still apprehensive about coming to the cove because of what had happened. Jihyo, though, didn’t know if she’d be able to stay away.

She wasn’t holding out too much hope about seeing you again, but as she got down to the area where she usually fished, she couldn’t help looking out over the water. She didn’t see anything, but Momo’s words from the day before stuck in her head. So instead of throwing the net right away, she sat it by her feet and cupped her hands around her mouth.

“I’m going to be fishing, please be careful!” She felt a little silly yelling into the water, but as her hands dropped from her face, she saw a glimmer in the water and her heart jumped. The glimmer got closer and closer, until you popped your head out of the water meters away from her, staring at Jihyo like you were studying her. She stared back, breath caught again, as you swam closer until you neared one of the large rocks near the shoreline. Then you pulled your body from the water to perch on the rock, tail still submerged in the shallow water.

“Thank you for warning me,” you said, and Jihyo swore that she’d never get used to your voice. You looked so stunning and alive, perched so near to her, and she gave you a nervous smile as she gathered the net at her feet.

“You’re welcome. I didn’t want you to get caught again.” She could feel you looking at her, even as she tossed out the net with practiced skill. When she turned to look back at you, you tilted your head.

“You are Jihyo?”

“That’s me,” she said, sitting down on a rock near yours. “Do you have a name?” You seemed to think for a moment, before nodding.

“I am (Y/N).” The scales on your tail glistened in the sun’s rays, and with you there beside her, she could get a full look at you. You had scales that she hadn’t noticed on the sides of your arms, and your fingers were slightly webbed. Your slightly pointed ears also seemed to be webbed, and your lips were a red that Jihyo had never seen naturally. Your hair was long and covered your chest and back, but she could make out the scales on your back too, covering your spine. You were like nothing she had ever seen before, nothing she had ever even imagined, and she hoped you didn’t mind that she was staring.

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you repeated, words tumbling awkwardly over your lips. You seemed to understand them fine, but it seemed like you’d never said them.

“Have you ever met a human before?” Jihyo asked, curious. You seemed to think for a moment, tail playing in the water.

“Once. I brought him to shore after he fell off a boat. We talked a little and then he was rescued. He thought he dreamed me, I heard him say it.”

“Well, I know you’re not a dream,” Jihyo said, giving you a little smile. After a moment, you smiled back, and it was nice to see.

“I am glad. You are a good human.”

“Thank you.” You reached out a hand, and Jihyo reached up to touch it, remembering how your skin had felt as she’d carried you into the water. The cut on your hand had healed, and she watched as you looked at her hand, running your fingers over the skin before intertwining your fingers with hers. It felt a bit odd, holding a hand with webbed fingers. But Jihyo couldn’t say that she didn’t like it.

The two of you sat like that, talking as Jihyo fished, until Jihyo could hear Jeongyeon calling her name. It was time to go back, even though she didn’t want to.

“I have to go,” she said, pulling back in the net. There were enough fish for dinner, but that wasn’t what her mind was on. She couldn’t read your features very well, but you seemed to be disappointed, dropping her hand.

“Will I see you again?” She gave you a smile and walked over the rock you were sat on, not caring that up to her knees was now wet.

“I should be back here every day. I’ll call for you.” You smiled at her, small and sweet, and Jihyo would never get tired of seeing it. Then, as Jeongyeon’s voice rang closer, you did something that surprised her. You leaned forward to place your hands on her shoulders, pulled her closer, and kissed her. She hadn’t been expecting it, but the magic of it caught her up and made her stomach twist with happiness. When you pulled away, she almost missed the touch of your lips to hers.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, voice happy and musical again. And then you slid off the rock and slipped into the water, disappearing into the deeper water as soon as Jeongyeon made her way around the corner into the cove.

“Jihyo, are you down there?” Jihyo turned away from where she’d been watching you go and walked back up to the net with the fish, gathering it up in her arms.

“I’m coming,” she called, making her way back up to the corner. Still, she turned and looked back, and she could see the glimmer of your tail. When Jeongyeon turned around, your head appeared from the deep water, and she could just see you wave your hand before you disappeared again. Smiling, she waved back.

“What are you doing?” Jeongyeon asked, looking a bit confused. Jihyo shrugged and walked up to her.

“Nothing. Can you help me carry these fish?”

That night, when Jihyo finally laid down to sleep, she could still feel your lips on hers. And she smiled, closing her eyes as she looked forward to seeing your smile again.

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I'm so impressed with how quickly you make posts, you're amazing

thank you!! ive been thinking about sci-fi concepts so here’s some mini aus for nct u!! because i miss ‘em ;;note: the ideas here are my original creation, but if you would like to use them feel free to do so with proper credit

Taeyong

a bio-hacker, mainly interested in uncovering governmental projects about the rumor of genetically modified human

never leave his house,,,,,,,,like ever

trusts only one person, a disgruntled civil servant by the name of doyoung who sometimes leaks him info but is also responsible for keeping taeyong alive,,,,,,,

he has a paranoia about eating anything that isn’t,,,,,like,,,,organically grown because he’s sure gmo food brainwashes you

doyoung: it’s just an apple taeyong

taeyong: an apple,,,,that could kill you

doyoung: you need to go outside

and,,,,,well taeyong’s hacking all leads up to the faithful day of doyoung hurriedly pushing open his door - ignoring taeyong whose eyes are wide with concern

as he lays you down on the sheets of taeyong’s untouched bed (he spends most of his days crouched in front of his laptop - sleeps there too)

“who is this??? why are they here???”

taeyong begins, doyoung hushes him - then points to the barcode on your neck

“they escaped from a lab, i found them wandering in the parking lot and got to them before the guards could.”

taeyong’s anxiety flushes from his face, now it’s excitement - curiosity as he looms over you,,,,,looking closely at the barcode

he mumbles the number, runs back to his computer to see if it matches anything in his notes

“god, i don’t know if they’re ok,,,,,they just fell asleep while i was getting them back here - what are they,,,,,,”

“they’re a human test subject.”

taeyong answers, looking at his bright screen that makes doyoung’s eyes water

“i cross checked the number with what access i have to a couple database and see - “

he taps the portrait of you on the screen, the number written in the profile beside it

“human test subject, scheduled for injections on thursday,,,,,goal is to create a body immune to exposure -”

doyoung’s jaw drops, “holy hell are they trying to turn a human cold blooded?”

taeyong gets up, comes closer to you - still out of it and he apologizes to what seems like the dense air in his small apartment and then touches your skin

“cold.”

doyoung has to leave, being away from work for too long is suspicious and taeyong is left with you

he keeps a distance, but goes to work on opening encrypted files around your case

finally, you come to - sitting up slowly to see that you’re not in your lab - you’re in a dark, small room

a boy, with combed back green hair sits in the corner beside a flashing screen, when he turns to you his handsome, but deeply dark eyes settle on you

“should i call you by your name or by your number?”

is his first questions and you blink,,,,for a moment you silently stare back at him

“number, don’t remember,,,,,,,,,,my name”

tayong feels something surge inside his chest - something he hasn’t felt in a long time,,,,,,an anger,,,,,but not the usual anger,,,,an anger with an almost protective tone underlining it

because for the first time he’s not speculating, snooping through things on the internet

his proof is right in front of him - your tattered grey hospital gown, your barcode, your voice that shakes in instinctive fear

he feels it almost slip from his lips, the number on your skin, but he only pulls up your profile again and shows it t oyou

says your name,,,,waits for you to repeat it

“remember it, ill make sure you never get called by a number again.”

Taeil [tw: body mod]

an aloof professor of alien languages, he never shows his face and wears a mask that always covers his nose and mouth

when he teaches, he has a microphone in the mask which allows him to not take it off

everyone loooooooves making rumors up about what he’s hiding - most people think it’s a mutation or some kind of battle scar

but taeil never let’s anyone near enough to know

and when people, even other professors, ask him about it he just laughs into the microphone and goes “you know, i don’t know. but what i do know is it’s super hard to drink coffee like this.”

his office is so messy,,,,and he has all these weird trinkets from alien planets and photos of him in worlds that look nothing like yours

and you,,,,,,have a total crush on him

but as the university’s nurse you barely ever see him - unless he drops by for pain killers or has to come by to sign a student’s late note

but there is something so!!!! fascinating about him, because despite only seeing his eyes

which always seem sleepy and non-alert,,,,,,,he’s so freaking smart

he speaks so many languages, communicating with alien students and administration - he knows heaps about the history of other planets and has stories from the far end of the galaxy every which way

when you see him, you clutch your notepad to your chest - hearts probably floating above your head

everyone knows about your crush

everyone, but taeil

who one afternoon comes strolling into the nurses office

you’re the only one on duty and seeing his lean figure, a long jacket thrown over his shoulders making him look more like a scientist than an alien linguist

he walks right up to the bed and you’re about to ask if something is wrong, when he lets out a loud loud cough

and falls face first onto the bed

you run over, asking in shock if he’s ok - if he can respond

turning his head slowly, taeil’s eyes look at you - empty

and then he pulls at his mask, slipping it off his face to reveal his nose and mouth

perfectly human,,,,perfectly handsome

and then he opens his mouth and his tongue - well,,,,tongues,,,,two of them are obviously infected with something

you run over to your cupboard, searching for anything that you’ve used for those kind of infections before finding what you need

taeil sits up, watching your frantic search

and when you return, pills in your hand and water in another

taeil smiles slightly, takes them and then reaches to feel around for his mask

before he puts it on, he stops and sees you still looking at him

“professor moon, maybe you should cancel your classes? infected tongue,,,,tongues make it hard to speak,,,”

he blinks, lazy smile back on his face

“you’re right,,,,,,,,,,,,,are you not scared of it?”

“y-your ,,, tongues?”

he nods, slipping his mask on and you shake your head

“no, not at all. is that why you h,,,hide them?”

taeil shrugs, standing up as your eyes stay glued to his

he reaches out, ruffling your hair as if you’re not an adult too and then he turns to float out of the room

a couple of days later you find a note in the office, in the characteristic mindless scribble of taeil’s writing

“if you would like, i would love to take you out. ill even take off the mask. (i can’t kiss with it on afterall)”

Mark

a really cute and excited vet apprentice,,,,,,,,,,,,for dinosaurs !!!!!

favorite kinda dino??? brachiosaurus - chill, big, eats like 500 pounds of grass all day - mark always jokes that they’re living THE life

“you wanna eat 500 pounds of grass all day?”

mark: no. i wanna eat 500 pounds of ice cream though

he works under xiumin, whose the only dino-veterinarian in their country and who honestly,,,,,,mark idolizes

like most people are frightened to death of dinosaurs if for their huge size or menacing appearance, but xiumin treats them like big puppies

petting their noses and giving them nicknames, mark thinks it’s so cool how easily he gets along with arguably,,,,,,,,,the only species of animal capable of putting an end to humans LOL

mark’s picked up xiumin’s mannerism though, he has a special cute bond with a baby brachiosaurus who he calls “palm” (because he loves eating palm leaves the most,,,,,,,)

all of his friends don’t get how he does his job - he’s like an ant to a dinosaur it could cruSH him

mark actively petting an animal that’s like a hundred times his size “they’re,,,,,,,,,,,cute”

you’re also an intern, but to a researcher who has been studying dinosaur breeding

so you’re always around xiumin and mark,,,,,and when xiumin and your mentor get into conversations - they go on for a while

so you and mark also talk,,,,,,a lot of the time about how hard work is but how fun it is too

mark has told you so many dinosaur facts you can’t keep track and you show him photos you’ve taken of other ones that you and your researcher have come across

and although you work closely around dinosaurs,,,,,you’ve never touched one

which shocks mark when you tell him because he’s like !!! you gotta try it - their skin is so unique and feels really cool

and when your mentors are least looking, he sneaks you away and toward the pen where “palm” is

his mother is grazing nearby, she’s used to mark so she makes no alerted movements when he approaches

palm on the other hand rushes over on his big, stumbly legs and you’re like “he-he’s a baby?!?!?!”

because palm is probably over 25 feet

“he’s still pretty young, check it out!!” mark grins, reaching out as palm leans his long long neck down - till it’s nearly at his feet and just in reach of mark to pet his nose

“c’mon, try it~” you urges

and you don’t realize you’re shaking till your taking a step forward and your arm is out

and you touch the nose of the gigantic creature, only to jump back behind mark because it’s just - it’s just so massive,,,how isn’t he scared?!?!?

mark laughs, but it gets stuck in his throat when he sees xiumin standing in the corner - tapping his foot with an amused look

your mentor is there too,,,,,and you and mark freeze up like preschoolers caught red handed from stealing cookies at lunch

“now what do we have here?”

xiumin asks, but there’s playfulness in his tone - your mentor on the other hand is wagging you over with a finger

“you can’t fool around when we’re here to do research-”

he starts, but xiumin gives him a good clap on the back “let the kids go on a date, everyone knows you bring your crush to see dinosaurs!”

you and mark both redden at the mention of the word date, but neither of you quite makes a noise to protest the idea

a couple of minutes after xiumin distracts your mentor with more conversation, you and mark stand in front of each other avoiding eye contact

“i,,,,,,,are you coming back soon?”

he asks, running his hand over the back of his neck, hiding behind the hem of his safari hat - which,,,,,,,,you think is adorable,,,,,,,even though mark’s like it’s part of the uniform here,,,,

you nod, but also hesitate before asking “we,,,,,if you want,,,,,,,should go on a d-,,,,date?” you pose it as a question and mark look bright cherry red but agrees quickly

“i’d like that!”

before you can say anything, palm makes a noise - almost as if to grab your attention away from each other and you and mark both giggle,,,,,,

but you leave with your mentor, smiling at the number on the page in your notebook signed mark lee ,,, a mini scribble of a dinosaur with a heart around it too

Ten

the prince of a small star planet where the species is closely related to humans in appearance

minus the silver markings on their face which they are born with (different for the royals - ten’s markings are gold)

and the ability to communicate through touch rather than words

so the whole planet,,,,,is pretty quiet

ten ,,,,,,, absolutely hates it - this whole lack of sound, of loud and colorful voices,,,,,,,,, whenever he has the chance he talks with locals and other royals

much to the surprise of others, who reach out on instinct to link hands to transmite words

but ten dances around them, his smile big and wide as he asks them how they’re doing outloud

and all the replies are hushed, whispered because no one is used to talking anymore

you’re visiting the star planet on a student visa,,,,mostly to just take in the beautiful sites

and talking,,,through touch has been pretty odd for you - fascinating - but odd,,,,

and you’re on a tour of the royal palace - completely unaware of the fact that the prince is there too

ten’s just managed to get out of some boring, routine meeting and that’s when he hears it - a voice

you accidentally mumble something to yourself about forgetting your hotel key

and ten - seeing you, alone in the grand ballroom, no markings on your face realizes quiclky that you’re human

and he’s before you in a matter of seconds, shocking you and making you take a step back

as he pulls his arm out to shake yours and smile

his dark eyes bore into yours as he introduces himself through touch, but just from the gold accents on his cheekbones and nose you can tell he’s,,,,royal

“i- i - uh-” you start stuttering, clasping your hand over your mouth because right no talking

but ten let’s your hand go and beams, “please, go on. i love to speak outloud.”

you blink back even more shock, “oh,,,,i just - most others usually prefer talking through touch-”

ten waves a hand in front of him, the robe he’s wearing looks expensive and a bit large on him

“im different, i miss sound, i miss voices, i always love a chance to talk with someone verbally.”

nodding, although you’re not sure why you tell him you’re a student from earth

the two of you continue to stroll around the ballroom, ten’s voice is clear and positive the whole time

and when you show him that your phone can actually play music outloud without headphones or the need to touch it to hear the sound

ten nearly jumps up in joy, saying that he must get a phone like that shipped over from earth

it’s enjoyable,,,ten - unlike other royals on star planets who are secretive and traditional,,,,, seems so open - if not for his markings he could fit in on any human college campus

he also makes you blush,,,,when he asks if all humans are cute like you, in apperance and in voice

after a while, a figure appears in the ballroom - it signals silently to ten who frowns at it

“i must go, my parents are looking for me.” he says and the figure raises an eyebrow at the sound of his voice

you nod, thanking him for taking the time to talk to you

you bow,,,,thinking it’s the only thing to do in a situation with a prince but ten asks you to lift your head

and with a cheerful smile goes “tomorrow, are you free? id like to take you out to see the gardens of our palace. i can send someone to pick you up at your hotel it’ll be a,,,,”

he leans forward, fingers cascading over your wrist

the word transmitted through his touch is; date

Jaehyun

a pretty normal athlete, with average grades and good friends

until one night he wakes up, sweating, feeling woozy after taking a pill that his coach said would help him feel “more energized” for the game,,,,,,

at first, he thinks it’s just a side effect of the pill - but then,,,,in the morning at the track meet he’s in,,,,jaehyun runs at a speed he’s never run before

and when he looks over at the runner beside him, and thinks “trip”, it happens

a struck of coincidence, jaehyun is sure

until,,,,,he does it to every other runner and it happens - they all trip

he’s given his medal, everyone cheers for him but jaehyun feels odd,,,,,,

he locks eyes with his coach and thinks, “say you’re proud of me”, and the couch grins

“im proud of you, jaehyun.”

it takes a week or two of tests, small tests and jaehyun realizes that pill gave him the power to control people - to control their actions - to make them do things

and when you, his long time best friend and crush, come jogging toward him on the quad

jaehyun thinks no - you can’t do anything to them. they trust you. don’t control them

but it’s so hard,,,,when he’s looking at you, the person who he finds most beautiful in the world

and he could just think, “kiss me” and you would - you would

but he forces himself to stop

of course, he can’t hide it for too long. there’s a moment where you and jaehyun are studying and you’re so close your knees are touching and jaehyun sees a classmate of yours approaching

the same classmate whose been in love with you for weeks, and jaehyun can sense it - he’s here to pull you away and ask you out

and jaehyun feels horrible, but silently thinks “forget about it. turn around and go away.”

and the boy does,,,,,,,,you don’t even see him - to absorbed in your notes and jaehyun feels a faint smirk come on, but the guilt washes it away

he decides he needs to tell you - to control himself

so you come over and he closes the door and sighs “im going to do something, it’s going to be crazy - but it’s going to explain a lot.”

you watch him, concerned

“walk toward me.” he says and you do, but jaehyun flashes the word stop in his mind and it’s like your limbs are frozen in place

“wh-what’s going on?!?” you panic and jaehyun releases the thought

“i controlled you. i made you stop.”

jaehyun thinks you might storm out, lash out, but you do none of those things instead your first question is

“have you done it to me before, or was this the first time?”

“the first time.”

you sit down and jaehyun isn’t sure what you’re thinking, he can control your mind but he can’t read your thoughts

you ask him more, about when it started and how and jaehyun feels so relieved that he can share it with someone - with you

and you trust him, evident in the way you put your hand on his without him willing it

and then, when it’s just silent you lean over and press your forehead to his

“hey, think of it as a super power. you can mind control people from falling over banana peels or something.”

he laughs, but he’s happy to feel you close

“ill be here for you. you know i will, ill be here for you always.”

and you press your lips against his, unsure at first, but then with a bit of force

jaehyun is startled, but kisses back

it’s your first kiss, and jaehyun’s power has nothing to do with it. it was your decision.

“just promise you won’t use it on me.” you whisper, “i want all of this o be natural.”

jaehyun promises, and he means it, and he’s so happy he forgets he has the power when you crawl into his lap and kiss him again

Doyoung

as mentioned, doyoung is a civil servant in the government

technically he’s got a ‘clerical’ position, paperwork and scheduling but he is also a part of a secret faction in the government dedicated to keeping files on government experiments and classified personal

that’s how he’s able to leak information to taeyong

other than being rather snappy and strict to people who work with him,,,,doyoung is rather funny, in a sarcastic and dry way that gets him favor with higher-ups

he’s never been one to show his true personality around those he works with because he,,,,hates the government

you could call him a spy,,,a mole,,,whatever - but he’s only in cahoots with taeyong, hoping that finally they can bring to light the disgusting things the people in power are up to

but, on surface level to those his colleagues, he’s the same sweater-vest wearing, tea-without-sugar drinking, handsome in a distant way doyoung

is there an affectionate side to him? a need to be close? yes, but it’s hidden under the cover he’s made for himself

that is until,,,you’re hired as his helper

you’re insanely distracting to doyoung, which annoys him at first because he doesn’t understand why he keeps looking at you - needing to know what you’re up to

maybe it’s because,,,,he’s worried you’ll find out about his secret position, see him slip a file into his bag or whatever

but no,,,,,that isn’t it,,,,,,you trust him wholeheartedly - he can see that in the way your eyes gleam pure up at him

no, it’s something else

“you think they’re cute right? the whole office does.”

someone says at lunch and doyoung feels a shiver run down his spine,,,,,,that’s it - he’s distracted because you’re - ,,,,,, cute?

it’s a theory, that proves to be true because suddenly doyoung is hyper aware of how sweet johnny from IT is to you. how interns haechan and renjun are always helping you carry stacks of paper - or whispering jokes to you during break

he’s also aware of how long it’s been since,,,,he’s liked someone. all of it made worse by how much you seem to look up to him, adore him,,,,

one afternoon doyoung is sent to retrieve a package from the classified files room. when he comes upstairs carrying the box his face is twisted

the box belongs to a case on botched laser testing - most of the victims, young undocumented children

he’s thinking to himself a mile a minute about how cruel the government is, how he should share this with taeyong when he can

when he hears your voice

“what is that? should i help you carry it?”

doyoung’s eyes turn wide, he looks up and you’re at the end of the hall

“oh, no. it’s nothing.” his voice falters and he’s worried you’ll see through him - see the beads of sweat on his forehead

but,,,,as usual,,,,you don’t - you smile at him and it makes doyoung feel like his heart is being ripped

“mr. kim,,,” you never call him doyoung, no one but taeyong and the higher ups do, but he sort of wishes you would

“the government is looking out for us, right? they don’t,,,,,,hurt others to do it,,,,right?”

you look at him and doyoung can hear concern ring in your voice

he strains a smile,,,,he wants to tell you the truth because,,,,he cares about you wants to initate you into his world - have a chance to be with you

but he doesn’t want to hurt you

“of course they don’t.”

he pauses, clears his throat

“from now on, please call me doyoung.”

your face brightens and you nod with a blush on your cheeks, doyoung wishes he could save the image of you in his memory forever

what you don’t know,,,,won’t hurt you

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