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A New Kind of Love: Chapter III

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), friends with benefits, smut, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Nonconsensual touching, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Physical Violence (Minho punches a guy), Degradation, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 5,377

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: Apologies for the lengthy chapter. I am also realizing that I have written a lot of parties into this story haha, but it's college. Side note/fun fact: I based the campus and house off of Penn State and where I used to live. Feedback/thoughts are always welcome!

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Fall semester was coming to a close and the first snow had fallen on campus. You loved the smell of snow and the sound it made when it crunched under your boots. It rarely ever snowed back home. A few weeks had gone by since your library encounter with Minho and as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His touch, his tongue, they were haunting your dreams both day and night. As you replay the moment in your head, you miss Yuqi and Momo walking up to your table at the usual meet up spot. Yuqi sits down across from you and exchanges a look with Momo as they notice your spaced out state.

“Ground control to Major Tom?” Yuqi waves at you to get your attention.

“It appears we've lost connection,” the two girls mimic speaking into an intercom. You banish Minho from your head and smile at them.

“Sorry.”

“Damn, where did you go?” Momo, your other best friend, slides into the booth next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Nowhere…” you shrug your shoulders. After placing your orders, the girls turn their attention to you.

“So are you going to Max’s party this weekend?” You look between Momo and Yuqi blinking.

“I guess she hasn’t heard,” Momo says. “Max is throwing a party at the Theta Chi house Saturday night to celebrate the end of finals. You have to come!”

“Jisung is going so he’s bringing his roommates with him,” Yuqi adds.

“Wow I guess you two are really hitting it off.” You mindlessly flip through the sugar packets for something to add to your tea.

Yuqi bites the tip of her thumb and scrunches her nose. “Yes.” She starts to giggle.

“Ew, okay.” You stick your finger down your throat, jokingly.

“Stop, I really like him!” She covers her face shyly.

“They’re all over each other, it’s gross.” Momo rolls her eyes in gest.

Yuqi scoffs. “Whatever, you just can't stand how cute we are.”

“That is accurate.” You laugh at Momo’s comment before changing the topic.

“So you said Jisung and his roommates will be there?”

Yuqi is scrolling through her phone mindlessly. “Yeah.” You pick at your napkin trying to act nonchalant.

“All of them or just-”

Yuqi lets out a frustrated sigh. “If you’re trying to ask if Minho will be there then just say so.” She places her hands on her hips and gives you a pointed look. The waiter walks over interrupting to drop off your food.

Momo takes hold of her plate and turns to you, “Minho? Who is that?”

“No one. He’s no one.”

“No one doesn’t fuck someone in a library, Y/n.” Yuqi raises an eyebrow, casually taking a sip of her coffee.

Momo’s eyes go wide as she shouts, “ What?!” You look around at the other restaurant patrons and try to shoosh the girls. Yuqi lets out a cackle. “What the hell, Y/n. Spill!” Momo drops her hand from your shoulder and nudges you for an explanation.

“Sorry, it’s nothing really. We just kinda hooked up a few weeks ago.”

“Minho went down on her in the stacks.” Yuqi says with a mouthful of food.

“In the stacks?” Momo lets out a whistle. “Yeah, sure sounds like nothing.” They both laugh and you kick them under the table.

“Ouch!” They cry out in unison.

Yuqi rubs her calf, still laughing. “And to answer your question. Yes, he will be there.”

“I didn’t ask.” You take a sip of your tea and shrug. Yuqi kicks you under the table now, but you don’t react.

“What are we going to do with her?” Yuqi sighs.

Momo looks at you coyly, “I can think of a few things.” She winks at you.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to be grossed out,” Yuqi feigns disgust as she looks at her meal. “And in front of my salad.”

“Speaking of tossed salad.” You choke on your drink and start laughing along with Momo. Yuqi throws her fork down. “I just lost my appetite.” She raises her finger in the air, “Check, please!”

On your way to the arts building to take your last final of the semester, you see Minho talking to a very pretty girl. Shoot. You had definitely been avoiding him at home and on campus recently, but curiosity gets the better of you. Quickly ducking behind some students, you settle behind a tree to get a better look. Minho stands leaning against a wall of a neighboring building. He’s dressed in utility pants, crewneck, and a beanie. He looks good. Too good. What a dick, you think. He’s laughing with her and they seem to be close. You feel an unfamiliar pang in your chest at the sight of them together. Minho looks in your direction and you flee into a crowd, sprinting to your final.

Minho chats with his dance partner, Mel. They break out into laughter as they recall something funny their dance instructor said earlier during their final. They have known each other since the start of Freshman year and while they weren’t best friends, there was still a closeness between them as dance partners. Minho was blown away by her skill the first time he watched her dance and knew he had to make her his partner after that. Mel has really helped him grow as a dancer and maybe had an influence on his patience too. While going over their plans for Christmas break, Minho feels the back of his neck tingle and senses eyes on him. He turns to look for the source and thinks he spies you, but you’re gone before he can confirm it’s you. He looks back to Mel to continue their chat when Mel’s girlfriend, Leah, joins them.

“Hey, you two.” Leah plants a kiss on Mel’s cheek. Minho greets her with a nod.

Leah looks at Minho and pats his arm. “You going to Max’s party this weekend?”

“Yeah, Jisung is making us go.”

“Making?” Mel questions.

“A girl he’s sweet on will be there so all the guys are going as moral support.” He shrugs.

“Sweet on? Are you from the past, old man?” Leah tries to poke Minho in the rib teasingly, but he immediately flinches, avoiding her. She turns to Mel, “We should get going, love.” Mel nods and gives Minho a wave.

“See you this weekend!”

He watches them leave admiring the two of them as they walk hand in hand. Minho catches himself imagining the two of you similarly walking around campus and gives himself a slap.

“Stop that!” he chastises himself and leaves for his next class.

Momo, Yuqi, and you stand at the base of the stairs of the Theta Chi house and look up. There are colorful lights blinking in the window and you can hear the base of whatever song is blasting. Yuqi pulls you both into her side and you ascend the steps. As soon as you open the door you're greeted by a flood of people dancing and chatting. Yuqi helps guide you through the crowd for a meeting point she had pre-planned with Jisung. Jisung and Felix spot all of you and Jisung jumps in the air to capture your attention. Yuqi sees him and shrieks excitedly. Still holding onto your arm, she starts running in the direction of the boys. You quickly grab Momo’s hand as you are pulled through the sea of people. Jisung pulls Yuqi into a hug and places a peck on her cheek. They stare into each other’s eyes fondly as they say hi to each other. It makes your chest tighten a little.

“Oh my god. They really are whipped for each other,” you whisper into Momo’s ear. She laughs and nods back.

“Hey, Y/n!” Jisung pulls you into a hug next, followed by Felix. Felix lingers a little and you notice he is staring at something past you. Minho watches the four of you from across the room and meets Felix’s eyes. Felix releases you.

“Hi Felix," you smile at him.

“It’s good to see you again,” he says, giving your arms a gentle squeeze.

You look at Jisung. “Hey, neighbor.”

“I feel like it’s been a while since we’ve seen you,” Jisung says. You laugh uncomfortably and Yuqi turns away to hide her knowing giggle.

“Just been busy I guess.” You turn to Momo, bringing her forward. “This is our friend, Momo, by the way.”

“Momo! We finally meet!” Jisung grabs her and gives her an unexpected tight hug. Yuqi’s face lightens up with the biggest smile. Momo looks at the two of you with a shocked face and laughs. Jisung releases her and Felix takes her hand as they exchange hellos. After Felix offers to grab beers for everyone, the four of you settle into a corner and comfortably chat. Felix eventually returns with drinks and joins in on the conversation.

You take a few sips, nodding your head to whatever Jisung is saying while you casually scan the room for someone. For him. Right on cue, the crowd parts and directly across the room in front of you, stands Minho. You notice his hand holding a red cup and find yourself staring at his fingers, then your eyes drift up to his arm admiring the tattoo covering most of his forearm. You make a mental note to get a better look at it later. Minho feels your gaze and looks in your direction. He thinks you’re staring at him at first, but then follows your eyes to his arm. He tilts his head and a grin spreads across his face. He takes a sip of his drink purposely pulling you from your thoughts. Your eyes meet. A warm sensation trickles through your body. Minho turns his attention back to someone. It’s her. The pretty girl from before. Did he come here with her? And who the heck is she? Are they sleeping together? You want to ask Jisung or Felix who Minho is talking to, but worry you’ll only get more questions back from them. Minho puts his hand on the girl’s shoulder and you feel an emotion akin to jealousy ignite within you. Momo notices you looking distracted so she nudges you.

You face her and arch a brow. “What?”

Momo leans into your ear. “Let’s dance.”

Felix asks to accompany the two of you and the three of you walk out to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. Minho watches you curiously, but remains chatting with Mel. Felix and Momo sandwich you between them while you jump around dancing and shouting the lyrics of the song playing. You try to forget about Minho and his pretty friend and get lost in the music. A girl you recognize from one of your art history classes taps on Felix’s shoulder and asks him to dance. He looks at you and Momo for permission, but you both wave him away.

“Go, have fun, babe!” He leaves the two of you to dance together. Momo gets distracted by someone behind her and chats them up so you now dance alone. Minho catches your eye again and you see him with another girl. You turn around growing further annoyed. Why isn’t he coming to say hi? Minho looks at the back of you wondering what game you're playing. He turns to Mel’s girlfriend, Leah, and excuses himself for a moment. He starts to make his way onto the dance floor when another guy steps in instead. He’s unsure what’s said, but he assumes he is asking to dance with you. You wrap your arms around the guy and start moving together. Minho feels anger boil under his skin, but decides to go find his roommates before he does something dumb.

Momo finally returns her attention back to you and gives your new dance partner a get lost look. “My turn,” she shouts as she grabs hold of your waist possessively. You thank your dance partner and turn around to face Momo. The two of you dance in the middle of the makeshift dance floor while taking more swigs of beer. She takes hold of you pulling you in closely. You both get into the rhythm and her warm body feels good against yours. You wrap an arm around her neck gently grinding into her. She takes that as a signal and brings you in for a kiss. It wasn’t the first time you had messed around with Momo. The two of you usually end up making out at some point whenever you attend parties together. Momo slides a hand down and gives your ass a squeeze. You slap her jokingly, but she doesn’t relent. Instead, she slides her tongue further into your mouth and you can feel her moan. Excitement rushes through you.

Minho finds Jisung and Yuqi in the backyard. They have been joined by a few of his other roommates, Hyunjin and Changbin. Jisung’s hand is wrapped around Yuqi’s back, holding her closely to his side. Minho hasn’t seen Jisung look this happy in a long time and it makes him swell with joy. He bumps beer bottles with the boys, greeting each other.

Yuqi leans into Minho’s side. “Have you seen Y/n?”

“She’s on the dance floor with your other friend.”

“Momo?” she asks. Minho nods and looks back in the direction of the dance floor.

“They’re somewhere over-” he cuts himself off when he spots the two of you making out. Yuqi and Jisung follow his gaze curiously. Yuqi sees the two of you embracing each other and rolls her eyes. Jisung stands with his mouth open like a fish and Yuqi smacks his chest. He laughs, but nervously looks to Minho for his reaction.

“I guess it’s that time of night then,” Yuqi says jokingly. “They’re like that sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Jisung says surprised. “Aren’t they friends?”

“Yeah, of course, and it’s just two drunken friends having fun. Don’t read too much into it.” She says that more for Minho’s benefit, but notices his fist balled at his side.

“There’s nothing between them. It doesn’t mean anything, I promise.” She places a hand on his forearm to reassure him. Minho looks at Yuqi and gives her a quick smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. He takes the last sip of his beer and walks away. Changbin notices Minho leaving abruptly.

“Where is Hyung going?” He asks Jisung.

“Probably to get another drink,” he lies. Minho hadn’t really told anyone about the nature of his relationship with you, but Jisung and Felix knew something was happening.

If you were being honest with yourself, you knew there was a chance Minho would see the two of you together. You didn’t know where he was, but you could feel him near. Were you doing this for attention? Maybe. Did you know why? Your buzzed state convinced yourself no. Momo weaves her fingers into your hair, pushing you closer together. Her kisses were becoming more desperate. You try to enjoy the sweet taste of your silly friend’s tongue in your mouth while you both sway to the upbeat music together, but Minho’s potentially disappointed face keeps interrupting your thoughts. You decide it is time to stop. You disconnect your lips and Momo whines when you try to step away. She pulls you back and nuzzles into your neck, licking your sensitive spots. She was definitely tipsy and the two of you often got touchy feely, sometimes more in the privacy of your apartment, but things were getting borderline public indecency now.

“Babe, we should stop,” you reluctantly push her away.

“Fine.” she says exasperated. “I’m gonna go grab another drink.” You could tell she was disappointed so you call after her.

“I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waves you off.

Alone in the crowd you look around for Minho, but accidentally bump into someone else. You face the person you assailed and see a gorgeous dimpled man smiling back at you.

“Y/n?” It takes you a moment to connect the dots.

“Oh! Chris?”

“Yeah!” The two of you had recently seen each other in passing, but hadn’t spoken much. You look down to inspect him.

“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”

“Nah, nah you're good.” The two of you start to casually dance together and chat when Momo finally returns with a new drink in hand. She looks to Chris then you.

“Is this the famous Minho?” Your eyes widen in mortification. Chris coughs and laughs, which makes you wonder if Minho told Chris about what had happened between you. You brush it off and recover your composure.

“Uh, no, this is-”

“I’m Chris,” he puts a hand out and Momo takes it. “I’m one of Y/n’s neighbors.”

“Oh, how fun.” She looks at you and smiles while waggling her brows. Still holding hands, you notice the two are definitely attracted to each other so you use this as an opportunity to escape.

“Alright, well, why don’t you two chat. It looks like I am in need of a refill now.”

“Later!” Momo waves without breaking eye contact with Chris. Pushing through the crowd of drunk college students, you look back and see Momo wrap her arms around Chris’s neck as they start to dance. Good. You love Momo, but you sometimes worry that if the two of you keep things going too long, feelings might get skewed and you don't want to risk losing her friendship…even if it was a lot of fun.

The kitchen is surprisingly sparse of people and you take a moment to soak in the quiet. You pour some punch into a solo cup and lean against the counter to sip. Minho knocks on the wall to announce his presence.

“Hey.” He stands with his hands in his pockets. He’s wearing black jeans with a white v-neck tee and jean jacket. You can feel your heart start to race so you look into your cup for a distraction.

“Hey,” you say casually. He takes a step into the kitchen and hovers. Minho can tell you’re trying to avoid him. Unable to take these games he finally speaks.

“Look, we need to talk.”

Before he can say what he wants to say, Kyle enters the kitchen and greets you, completely unaware of Minho’s presence..

“We meet again, sweetheart.”

A slight panic sets in as your two hookups stand in the same room together. You can feel your cheeks warm from embarrassment. “Hi, Kyle,” you say awkwardly.

“I was hoping we’d run into each other.” Minho feels anger climb up his spine as he sees Kyle swoop you into an embrace. He walks out of the kitchen in defeat. You peer over Kyle’s shoulder and watch him leave. The pang in your heart returns. Kyle releases you and pins you to the counter.

“I’ve missed you.” You look away from the empty space where Minho stood then meet Kyle’s eyes. You cock your head to the side amused. “Sure, you have.”

He leans in and whispers. “I’m serious. I miss the way you feel, baby.” You’re annoyed at his words turning you on. Are you really this horny or just tipsy? You chastise yourself.

“Why don’t we take this upstairs, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know, Kyle.” You attempt to deny him.

“Are we really going to do this same dance every time?” He takes hold of your hand and heads for the second floor. Minho watches as the two of you disappear up the stairs and decides he’s had enough.

The two of you walk into the hallway where a few other couples had escaped to for some privacy. Kyle pushes you against the wall and kisses your neck. You place a hand on the back of his head as you feel your body give in to his caresses. He starts to pull you towards a bedroom, but the pang in your heart gets even louder. This isn’t right. You place your hands on Kyle’s shoulder and push him off of you.

“I don’t think we should, Kyle.”

“Come on, baby. Just a quickie.”

You roll your eyes and laugh as he starts to kiss your cheek. You push him away again.

“I’m being serious, Kyle. I don’t want to do this.” He ignores you and tries to guide you into an open bedroom, but he’s interrupted when he’s ripped from your arms.

“Get off her.” Minho yanks Kyle off of you pushing him into the other wall.

“Who the fuck are you?” Kyle shouts.

“Minho, what the hell are you doing?” Kyle interrupts you and lunges at Minho. Minho anticipates the move and decks him, knocking him down to the ground.

You look down at Kyle in horror. “Minho, what the actual fuck?” Minho doesn’t hear you and instead throws you over his shoulder. Kyle attempts to stand, but Minho whips around with you in tow and threatens him to “stay down.” Kyle slumps back on the ground. Minho’s punch dazed him a little. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“Fine, she’s all yours.”

“Gee, thanks, Kyle,” you say sarcastically as you and Minho walk down the stairs. You try to wriggle out of his grasp, but this just makes him grip onto your exposed thighs harder. He takes you outside to the front of the house and cautiously places you on the ground. You see him hover closely, anticipating your escape, but you just cross your arms and scoff.

“What? Do you think I’m going to run away?” The two of you stare each other down before he takes hold of your elbow.

“We’re going home.” It’s not a question, but a demand.

You pull your arm from his grasp. “You’re not my dad, Minho! You can’t tell me what to do.”

He laughs at how childish you sound. He gets in your face and you have to lean back so your noses don’t brush. You forgot how good it felt to have him this close. Minho thinks the same, but he tries to remain focused. His voice lowers and he repeats himself, “We are going home.” A shiver runs through you at the shift in his tone. You bite your lip as you feel warmth shoot through your middle. Minho grabs your hand and you don’t fight him this time.

Finally in front of the house, he releases your hand and you walk past him, but he reaches back out for you and grasps your wrist before you can get too far. You swing back at the force and face him. Minho is looking to the ground when he speaks. He looks calmer now, a little unsure.

“Were you really going to sleep with that guy?”

You shrug, “Probably not.” He shoots air out his nose and shakes his head. He lets you go and leaves.

“Where are you going?” you shout.

“To bed?” He looks at you incredulously.

“You’re such an asshole.”

He stops in his tracks, turning to face you.

“I’m the asshole? Me?” He cannot believe how bratty you are being. He also hates how turned on he is.

“Yes.” You stick your tongue out at him. That’s it, he says to himself. His eyes darken and he takes long strides back to you. He grabs hold of your forearm and pulls you into the alleyway beside your shared house. He cages you against the cold brick wall and all you can do is stare at him in bewilderment at his sudden actions.

“What the fuck are you doing, Y/n?” he growls. His anger sends a pleasant sensation through your body again.

“What?” you ask. Doe eyes on full display. He laughs and releases a hand from the wall to run through his hair. The smell of his shampoo invades your senses and you have to keep yourself from purring. Minho looks back at you, all amusement gone from his face. Goosebumps visibly spread across your skin.

“So were you just going to fuck everyone at the party until you got my attention?” Your mouth drops in surprise. He wasn’t…wrong, but you also weren’t expecting him to call you out. You look down at your shoes and shift on your feet. Minho grabs hold of your chin and forces you to look at him.

“You’ve got my attention now, princess. Are you happy?” You don’t answer. “What, no retort? You’re usually so opinionated.”

You try to look away again, but Minho keeps you in place.

“And what about you? You’re not so innocent.” Your voice shakes as you try to cling to a shred of your dignity.

“Me?” he asks.

“You were flirting with a few girls yourself!”

He takes a moment to think of who you could be talking about and realizes you mean Mel and Leah. It dawns on him in that moment that it was you he caught watching him on campus earlier in the week. He blinks a few times. “Is that why you were so misbehaved tonight? You were jealous?” You don’t know how to answer him. His eyes drop from yours to your lips. He gently moves his thumb over your bottom lip before slowly sliding it into your mouth. He watches you intently as you accept his digit and start sucking. You swirl your tongue around his finger, but he stops you when he pushes down on your tongue forcing your mouth open. He leans in and swipes his tongue across your own and you moan. He licks your mouth again before forcing your lips together. His hand drops from your chin and slides down to your waist. He takes in your lips fully. Minho’s other hand grips the back of your head pushing you further into your kiss. Your tongues wrestle for dominance, teeth clashing.

You grip the hair on the back of his head and tug, making him moan at the painful sensation. His moan vibrates through your mouth and down your spine. Minho takes his free hand and gently climbs your thigh and up to your waist. Goosebumps spread across your body from the touch of his hand. You have been craving this for weeks. He finds the band of your thong and snaps it against your hip. You both smile against each other’s lips as he pushes his tongue back into your mouth. He then traces the top of your panty line before slipping the tips of his fingers underneath the fabric. His fingers are cold in contrast to your warmth. He separates from your kiss and looks into your eyes for permission.

“Please,” you whisper. Still holding your gaze he slides his fingers down and through your folds. He collects your wetness and pulls out to admire his slick digits. You purr at the sight. He sticks his fingers in front of you. You take hold of his hand and push them fully into your mouth, tasting yourself. Minho swallows hard. There is only hunger in his eyes.

He grabs hold of your neck and crashes back into your lips so he can taste your arousal on his tongue. Minho’s hand returns to your panties and begins to trace circles around your clit.

“More,” you whisper into his mouth.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand, princess.”

“Please, Minho.”

“Better.” He pushes two fingers inside of you and begins to aggressively finger fuck you until you hear your wetness. You missed this feeling. He pants into your mouth as moans spill from your lips.

“You like the way my fingers feel inside you, baby?”

“Yes, Min, yes!”

“I fucking missed you, Y/n. Did you think of me?” He curls his fingers inside you and you cry out.

“Every day!”

You feel yourself about to come. “I’m so close, Min.” Minho removes his fingers from you leaving you empty. Your eyes fly open at the loss.

“Turn around.” You acquiesce and face the wall. “Hands on the wall.” You place your palms on the cold brick while Minho rustles through his pockets. He pulls out a condom and tears the packet with his teeth.

“Hurry up, Minho.” He gently slaps your ass and you yelp. “Patience, princess.” Minho slides the condom on and lifts the skirt of your dress. He gently rubs the skin of your cheek where he tapped you and gives it one more slap, this time harder. He pulls your thong down your legs and spits letting the string of saliva slowly fall onto you. He uses a finger to spread his spit through your folds, not that you need the extra lubrication.

“Minho, if you don’t stick your dick in me I am going to-” Minho tugs your hair pulling your ear to his lips.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you would be begging for my cock.” He slaps your pussy.

“God, I hate you,” you choke out. Minho just chuckles.

“Liar,” he whispers. Losing patience himself, he aligns his tip with your entrance and pushes in allowing your body a moment to adjust. After he bottoms out he pauses taking in the feeling.

“Fuck, Y/n, you feel amazing.” You can’t help, but preen. You’ve thought of nothing else than this moment.

“Minho, move!” you demand.

“Such a fucking brat.” He feels you clench on him. “Of course you’d like that, slut.” You clench again and he lets out a strangled moan at the sensation. He finally rolls into you and fireworks flash before your eyes. With absolutely no regard for your surroundings, Minho slams into you repeatedly. His hands grip your hips so hard, you’re certain he’ll leave bruises. You look forward to checking the damage in the morning. The heat begins to climb up your body as your orgasm approaches.

“Min” thrust “ho” thrust “I’m gonna” thrust “come ahhh!” He grabs hold of your mouth to muffle your screams as you cream on his cock. He looks down where the two of you are connected and groans seeing your come trickle down his dick and your legs. He continues to ride you through your orgasm before he finally grunts and releases. Remaining inside of you, he leans into your back and removes the hold on your mouth, gently sliding it down to your back and around to hold your breast. You place your hand on his as he gently massages you. You feel his warm breath on your back. The two of you remain holding each other against the wall until your breathing calms. After your high dissipates you pull away from him and turn around to push Minho off of you. He pulls off the condom, ties it off, and throws it into a bush. While he’s pulling his pants back up, you bend down to grab your thong.

“Leave them.”

“What?” You look at him confused.

“Those are mine now.”

You snort. “You’re kidding me, right?” He holds out his hand and motions for them. You throw them at his face, but he thwarts your efforts and quickly catches them, placing them in his pocket. You tug your dress down, feeling completely bare to the elements, and walk away.

“Good night, Minho.”

“So she does have manners.” Minho smiles expectantly.

“Crawl into a hole,” you say with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

“Sweet dreams, princess,” he blows you an air kiss. You bat his flying air kiss away dramatically. Minho just sighs and follows closely behind you to the front of the house.

“By the way, the girl you saw me with earlier is my dance partner, Mel.” You face him surprised at the sudden confession. He continues. “And the other girl is her girlfriend, Leah.”

“And I care because?” Feigning disinterest, you look at your nails. Minho says nothing back so you turn on your heel and leave. Minho shakes his head and laughs to himself.

Silently, the two of you head for your separate doors. He pauses at his entryway and waits for the sound of your door shutting. Once he hears your door close he goes inside the house wearing a smile he hasn’t been able to wipe away since meeting you.

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weak4skz · 1 year

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Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, idol au

Summary: Han and y/n have been friends since before they remember. But what happens if their friendship is severed by an unfortunate situation and Han goes off to be an idol while y/n is in college. When they connect through a mutual friend, what happens then?

CHAPTER WARNINGS: self harm, suicide attempt, eating disorder, body dysmorphia, reader isn’t in the right mind, body insecurities, just a lot of feelings, insecurities in general, self consciousness (tell me if I missed anything)

NOT PROOF READ!!!

A/N: chapter 2 is finally up!! If you couldn't tell, my life has been kind of a mess lately and I've been really busy with school as well as personal matters. But thank you for sticking around and being patient <3

COMMENT TO BE ADDED TO MY TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES!!!

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Going home my mind was working overtime but at the same time not working at all. My body went into auto-pilot while I was absolutely mentally wrecked. My biggest priority was to drive home without dying or having a mental breakdown; so I focused for the 15 minute drive home. As soon as I was safe inside my house I allowed myself to go numb. To have millions of thoughts but at the same time have no thoughts. It was a coping mechanism I developed over the years.

I found out I could get into this little headspace after Jisung caught me cutting myself. Since I didn’t want to be caught doing something so embarrassing; I had to find another way to cope.

And to think I thought my night couldn’t POSSIBLY get worse

I know I told myself I had gotten past this; but I really needed to feel something. So I went to the bathroom and picked up my blade and started cutting.

It’s not enough

The pain wasn’t painful enough to fix my broken self so I cut deeper than I knew I should.

Ah… sweet relief

While relishing in the floaty feeling, I hear a quiet ping come from my phone. I pick it up, reading the text on my screen.

Hey y/n. I wanted to tell you that I passed that audition that I told you about and got accepted to become a trainee at JYP Entertainment. The only thing is that I have to leave tomorrow; but I promise I’ll keep in touch. Don’t die while I’m gone lol

Hannie

I let out a humorless laugh before making one more cut on my left thigh; it was so deep it gushed out blood. I didn’t really mind though; I needed the pain, maybe even liked it. Or I at least preferred it over everything that had happened in the past couple hours. The bathroom started to blur and I started to see stars; I decided to close my eyes and let the darkness take over.

SIX YEARS LATER

I walk into the cozy coffee spot trying to spot my friend. When I do; I rush over and give him a tight hug while he gently sways the both of us back and forth gently. He hugs me so tight I pull back from a lack of air.

Now, one might think that our greeting is a little much for not seeing each other for two days; but there is nothing dramatic enough for the man who saved my life

“Hey Y/n”

“Hey Chan” I say back breathlessly.

Chan, the 5’7 father of seven who is the reason I’m still here today FOUR YEARS AGO

After receiving the news of my mom’s death; I was devastated. She was at the hospital more than she was home; but when she was home we had so much fun. I could remember nights when we would stay up until 4 am surrounded by our favorite snacks. We would talk about anything and everything: me, her, the new episode of our favorite drama, Jisung.

Jisung

He hasn’t contacted me since the night of that party two years ago. I kept my old phone and number, even when I got a new one, just in case he called. I even pay the ridiculous rent for my childhood home just in case he came by. But maybe he just forgot about me; I mean, I am pretty forgettable. Not much special about me when he is a musical genius.

I look out onto the bridge I’m on; the city looks so pretty from up here. Then, I look down at the water and the reflection of the city on it. Honestly, I would rather be in that city than the one up here. So I walk a little closer to the edge; not to jump, just to look. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. When I get to the edge and lean over it a little, reaching for the city in the water; I feel arms pulling me back. I immediately tense in the man’s arms, trying to figure out what type of person he could be. I lower it down to three options

A pedophile

A man that thought I was gonna jump and is trying to save my life

A drunk guy

‘Hey’ the man says in a gentle voice. “You’re a little close to the edge; why don't we back up a bit, yeah?” the voice says, gently pulling me back to a safe distance from the edge of the bridge. While still in the mystery man’s arms, I begin to analyze him. He’s strong, definitely stronger than me, so I can’t fight him. He also seemed to have the accent of a native English speaker. Before I could finish my detailed analysis the mystery man turned me around.

“Hi,” he starts. “I’m Chan, Bang Chan. And you are?” he asks, looking at me with expecting eyes. “Y/n,” I responded in a quiet voice.

“You looked like you could use some company. Why don’t we walk around and talk for a bit, hm? We can grab some food if you’d like.”

“Oh, I’m not that hungry”

That is the dumbest lie I have ever told

The truth is I am hungry. I have had nothing but a protein shake every other day. I skipped at least two days a week for the times I would go get food with friends or go eat with my mom at the hospital. But, I couldn't stop now. I've finally started to look normal, maybe even pretty.

“Y/n, when’s the last time you ate, and I mean a full meal.”

Y/n, are you really about to spill all of your emotional trauma to some random stranger you just met?

Yes, yes I am

“About a month ago” his eyes automatically widened. “Yeah I have an eating disorder that I developed from body dysmorphia,” now Chan is looking at me like I’m crazy. Which, at the moment, I probably am. “Yeah I know. My mom died last week.” now even I know I’ve gone insane.

“I wanted to jump” this time, I’m a little quieter; the fact I wanted to end my life a little harder to admit. “I’ve been cutting for years but after she died, cutting wasn’t enough”

That was when I realized I was crying. It 's the first time I had cried since I was at my mom’s deathbed. Not while I drove home; not while I was cutting myself on the bathroom floor, not even at the funeral.

I expected Chan to walk away. To consider me another depressed college student and to move with his life. But instead; I feel his arms wrap around me and his hands stand to gently move up and down my back. In my estranged state, I’m confused as to why the man I just met is comforting me. What’s even more confusing is how loved and cherished I feel in his arms. So, as any normal person would do, I cry my heart out into the man’s arms.

After my loud sobs turn into quiet sniffles, Chan pulls me back and looks at my face.

“No offense, but you look like a mess”

“You look worse,” I sniffled.

Now that I got a good look at him, he looked a mess. His hair was in messy, tangled curls, he had really dark bags under his eyes, and he was wearing different shoes.

“We both look like shit. But why don’t we fix our shit together, yeah?’

“Sure, why not”

BACK TO PRESENT TIME

“Ok, hear me out,” Chan starts. “What would you think of meeting the kids and becoming our manager for our upcoming comeback?”

“Let me get this straight. You want me, a broke girl straight out of college with no experience; to manage you and your friends' world-wide popular band?”

“Yes?” he says, but it sounds more like a question.

“I haven’t even met them yet. First let me meet your so-called kids then we can talk about me becoming one of your managers,” I negotiated. Chan talks very highly of his kids; but again he couldn’t say a bad thing about anyone.

“Ok great! How about right now?” he asked with a smile.

“WHAT?” Chan grimaced at my loudness. “Bang Chan I am not dressed to meet a bunch of world-famous kpop idols!” Truthfully, I wasn’t dressed that bad. I was wearing a white tank-top, maybe a little too tight for a girl like me to be wearing; under a dark blue zip-up with some black, wide leg cargo pants.

“You look fine,” he said a little more seriously. “They are at my apartment, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“No, I'll go. I’ve been wanting to meet them for a while, this is just a little more sudden than what I had imagined.” are the words I force out of my mouth. “Yea sorry about that. I just knew if I didn’t ask you to come over today you would put it off for weeks,” he responded with a small smile.

This man knows me too well

He knows how I panic when meeting new people. How I get anxious about everything from what I say to how dirty my shoes are. He knows that I worry myself into panic attacks when it comes to first impressions

I let out a choked laugh, as if I were trying to laugh at a lame joke.

Except I am the joke

I tell him I’ll go, even if I kind of don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong, I do want to meet everyone; it’s just they seem so perfect. They just had to look good in everything: serious pictures, funny pictures, music videos, interviews, you name it.

Slightly against my own will; I begin to get up, expecting us to leave.

“Y/n, you’re forgetting something,” Chan reminded me. I look at the table to see if I left my phone or wallet on it, but I don’t spot anything that’s mine. “What am I forgetting?” I asked him confused. “Y/n you forgot your sandwich”

My brain is working at 500 mph trying to come up with a better lie than ‘I had a really big breakfast’ because Chan knows I ever eat in the morning. “Y/n, did you eat at all yesterday? And I mean real food.” Chan asked, or rather scolded.

The truth is I didn’t, but it’s justified because the day before yesterday I went out with my old college friend, Yeji, and we ate hot pot; 3750 calories if I calculated correctly. And that’s way above my daily intake for two whole days. So technically, I ate enough for two days in one day which means there was no need to eat yesterday.

“Y/n,” Chan sighed; “Can you at least take a couple bites? Please?

“I can’t eat when I’m nervous,” was my excuse of choice. I mean, it wasn’t the complete truth but he didn’t have to know.

Chan seemed to accept my answer and stood up. “Fine, are you ready to go?” he asks.

#Han jisung #skz #stray kids #bang chan #bang chris #han x reader #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x y/n #han x you #insecure #insecurity #insecure reader

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years.

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n”

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted.

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table.

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend-

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along.

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey.

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot-

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live.

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job.

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind.

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time.

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL-

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet-

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it.

“answer.”

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him.

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,,

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving.

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived-

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up.

#stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids yandere #skz yandere #anon #Cherrymail🍒

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4dtk · 3 years

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NCT DREAM: s/o likes using expletives/sounds while doing mundane tasks

anon: “hello! Can i ask an nct dream reaction to their s/o making lil sounds. I have a habit of making sounds when moving, for example when i scoot over to someone i’ll make a sound like “chukuchuku” and when i jump off a couch i’ll say “pong!” or “weee!” tysm!!” hi anon!!! so glad you decided to request! haven’t written for nct dream for a hot minute so i hope it’s okay!!

i used a lot of laugh/laughter/smile in this one LOL SORRY ABOUT THAT ;; i’ll put it under a cut bc it’s really long!

→ MARK honestly i think mark would just giggle. definitely. that man’s giggle machine never runs out wtf. anyway, without fail he usually breaks into giggles at the sounds that you make. when he becomes used to it, he’ll just smile to himself and continues to do what he’s doing, knowing that you heard his noise of mild amusement. mark’s made it clear that he loves it, but sometimes he laughs a lot that you’re conscious of it. when you do get insecure about it he doesn’t hesitate to let you know that it’s one of his favourite quirks of you!!! i also can honestly see him taking inspiration from ur sounds to include as adlibs to his songs ngl LMAO.

“yo… can you say that again?” mark says enthusiastically, bringing in his portable recording mic so he could take down your unique sound. you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing out a few more sounds that mimicked the one before the click on mic goes off. your jaw drops, “you didn’t tell me you were already recording!” that prompted you to smack him, causing the endless fit of a laugh-fest you always caught yourself in when you’re with mark.

→ RENJUN fond smile fond smile fond smile!!! renjun loves it when you exclaim out when you leave the couch or have to manoeuvre around something to get somewhere. he likes showing affection to you no matter where you phrase you exclaim, although it’s not that showy. if you happen to do your sound at the dining table some of the members will know for sure that renjun will take your hand under the table or wear a lovesick smile that all of them know too well. renjun has the sweetest words for days too looooord, only if you’re alone tho and wants to know more about your habit and how it came to be??? if that make sense!

the familiar grasp of his hand doesn’t faze you, shooting the man a sheepish smile over the table as you feel his thumb graze over your skin. “renjun, bro, i’m happy for you and all, but i think they can’t eat if their dominant hand is being held,” you hear haechan call out, making the table erupt into light laughter. renjun ignores him but fails to ignore the blush on his cheeks, threatening hyuck with a raised hand as a joke. he doesn’t care about the others, though, when he sees the wide smile on your face and feels the squeeze of his hand in yours.

→ JENO you know how he like has that “hhmnnnmh?” sound. idk how to explain it but the thing that he always does whenever one of the dream members do or say some weird shit. yea he’d do that. the first few times were out of genuine confusion, but as jeno became more used to your sounds and exclamations, he hummed out mostly as a reply to it. the atmosphere would go silent a little as he stares at you with his big, deer-caught-in-the-headlight eyes, and he holds that stare with you for a good 15 seconds LOL. def challenges you by wiggling his head around and then ending up tackling you to the couch or bed. if you’re sitting at a table the most he’d do is to probably land a kiss on your face after teasing you. mans just looking for an excuse to kiss you tbh.

“hhm?” jeno perks up to look to you, head tilted at an angle as you move closer to him at the dining table. his feigned surprise expression switches into a smile as he inches closer to you, ignoring your protests until there’s no more space left. jeno lets out a raspy laugh, lips coming into contact with your temple as the playful nature subsides.

→ HAECHAN the first time you do it, he lets out a dramatic gasp: hand to his mouth, jaw dropped etc. he’s a drama mama but you brush it off with a shove to his shoulder. hyuck def matches your energy like jaemin does but it’s mostly at the expense of his usual whines and pouts. you do it one time and the man does it ten times over. in no time he’s already cuddled up way too close to you with an arm around your waist and his head snuggled into your neck. he loves it when you say your phrases bc then he can exclaim something on his part like “very cute! but i’m cuter!” and you’d have to smack him or something. he dissolves into a fit of giggles along with the usual teasing, but other than that he likes communicate his fondness of your habit through physical touch.

moving around the project you had just bought wasn’t difficult but you couldn’t help the phrase that came naturally each time. “can you make that sound too when you’re riding-“ you don’t waste any time to land a mild slap on his forearm, gaining a laugh from your boyfriend who casually stated it during your movie night. your glare speaks tons, but haechan doesn’t care as he’s all smiles into your hair before continuing the movie. you, too, relax, knowing it was all fun banter that made your time with him all the more enjoyable.

→ JAEMIN oh my god jaem would match your energy 100%, even if the energy isn’t that high as he usually portrays himself in nct videos. with you, he’s a bit more reserved and kept to himself, but he likes it and you like it, too. when you’re moving past someone and make a noise he echoes you in the same manner you said it. and then the smile that comes after? omg 10/10!! beautiful smile!! jaemin just melts at your silly habit and the widest smile spreads across his face tbh. if you’re saying it while you’re alone with him i can see him just laughing and giggling at the words you manage to exclaim, cooing over how cute you are in his arms. jaem best boy

the ring of jaemin’s laughter fills your ears as your butt scoots closer to him, engaging him in the same fun sounds that you frequently make. jaemin repeats it in an exaggerated way, shooting you the biggest grin before pecking your forehead, “ah… why are you so cute (y/n)…” you easily nuzzle into his embrace, relishing in the warmth of his natural body heat and the arm around your waist.

→ CHENLE would counter your sound with a weird sound of his own. i know jaemin makes weird sounds but this man is on a whole other level PLSS. if you’re feeling playful you would reply and this feud of some sort would just continue until one of the other members ask you two to shut up, which would of course result in chenle’s recognisable dolphin laugh. even if you’re a little tired, i feel like the energy would still be up a little, so expect some prodding at your cheek or sides and kiss attacks from the mans. he would definitely coo, but not in the cheesy, cutesy way jaemin would. chenle has a more teasing and outgoing nature to him. it’s relentless and you’d have to stop him at some point but he’s making you laugh and having such a good time so you admire him instead.

the shrill sound fills your ears, responding to your phrase with one of his own. when you reply, he does it too, which prompts you to sigh in resignation at his endless energy. chenle catches on, but doesn’t press on further, instead entertaining you by giving you endless pecks on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. you name it. the laugh he had, now, was more muted, liking the way your sounds of mixed protest and joy meant the opposite, “hey stop! baobei, you’re messing up my hair!”

→ JISUNG the poor boy would jump a little, but he finds himself being able to connect your actions to the sound you would make. i think the only time he would be really started was if you exclaimed a new phrase or if the action itself takes him off guard. like almost colliding with him in a hallway or popping up behind the fridge. jisung would have the littlest hint of a smile on his face, although he tries not to show it that much. i feel like he also would chuckle to himself quietly. he likes the quirk a lot that he finds himself thinking about it from time to time and even picking it up for fun one day. it felt so natural to do it that he just started to do it, too. maybe not as often as you do though! he usually cringes at it tho LMAO he doesn’t know how you make it sound so endearing. his reaction would be also just be a moment of “omg that was so cute, i love them so much”

as you land on the sofa with a sound spilling from your lips, you don’t miss jisung’s flinch at your appearance. “that one’s new,” his eyes are wide, but it eventually melts into a smile. he naturally leans back as he accepts the defeat shown on the television screen, but you don’t miss a beat to snatch the controller from him, going ahead to play the game in his stead. as you curl up by his side, you quickly beat your boyfriend at the level as his arm curls around your torso cautiously. jisung can only smile in the moment, finding that it was reaching his ears when you tease him again about the easy level.

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 3 years

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Without a Trace [Ch. 6]

Vigilantes AU

TW: Language, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Descriptions of Blood, Minor Character Death Mention, Alcohol Mention

Genre: Drama, Angst, Light Comedy

Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

Summary: Vigilante work has been outlawed, thus sending nine prominent vigilantes either into retirement or into lower ground and, while some abide by the law, a few continue on. Then, one day, a greater threat forces these vigilantes to come together once again, regardless of the law.

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Word Count: 7.2K

Notes: Sorry for the wait on this one! But, don’t worry, things are finally starting to pick up, muahaha

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

“Oh, great, he’s awake,” San looks over to the rattling closet. The other six stared at the closet with awestruck and horrified eyes as the door rattled from Juyeon trying to open it from the inside. You had to applaud him for having the strength, you still remembered way back when Jisung would accidentally tap those on you and you’d be out of commission for a day, which he would quickly make up for by paying for your lunch for a whole week. Then again, there was the possibility of them just not being charged.

“What do you mean ‘he’s awake’?!” Hongjoong asks with shocked eyes. “And what happened to Jongho’s arm?!” He turns to the youngest member. Wooyoung picks up the discarded arm and it twitches while sparks flew from it. He immediately winces in disgust and hands it to Jongho quickly, rather shoving it in his hand would be the more appropriate descriptor. Jongho just takes it from him and sighs, watching the broken thing jerk slightly in his hands.

“Ew…” Wooyoung grimaces while Jongho tries to put it back on, but it was pointless.

“Thanks, not much I can do with it in this state though,” he chucks it into the trash and sighs again. “I just got that one too… do you guys know how expensive prosthetics are now?” He shakes his head.

“I can get you a new arm,” Yunho nods. Again, everyone turns to him. Yunho was being strangely generous as of late. Especially with the suits and the watches in tow already, you worried about what exactly it was he had in store for the lot of you. You didn’t want to doubt your old friend too much, but it was precisely for that reason that you were. When Yunho came to collect his fees, it’s often not desirable for the other parties.

“For free?” Jongho asks wearily while he zips up his jacket, successfully hiding the missing arm.

“Sure,” Yunho says with a sneaky smile. Jongho, still skeptical, just averted his attention back to Hongjoong.

“We had a bit of a situation, San and I showed up around the same time to talk to (Y/N) about accepting your offer. I figured if (Y/N) was on board with it then there would be nothing for me to worry about.”

“I was just bored,” San shrugged. “I need to kill my time with something, why not this? Plus, I knew (Y/N) was on Charlatan’s list so… I decided to make sure the coast was clear, you know? Ended up running into him and getting into a bit of an altercation,” San explains.

“Then, after San made a mess of my bathroom, the Charlatan paid me a visit anyway,” you stood up and opened your closet door, Juyeon falling out and landing on his face. “But also not really. Any of you guys recognize him?” You pulled Juyeon up by the back of his shirt and Wooyoung gasps.

“Juyeon!” He points.

“Wooyoung?!”

“Of course it would be Wooyoung,” you muttered. Seems his job as a barista, which stemmed since before his vigilante days, provided him well. “So who is this guy?” You asked him.

“He’s the Stealer!” Wooyoung exclaims. The name rang a bell. The Stealer was a small name vigilante who, you guessed it, stole shit. But aside from that, his record was clean. He was in and out of the vigilante business fast and had some Robin Hood thing going on. You’ve personally never spoke to him, but you knew of people who did.

“Hey, way to give me away, dude,” Juyeon frowns.

“Oh, shush, you’re retired anyway,” Wooyoung waves his hand. You picked up Juyeon with ease and placed him on the remains of your coffee table. He winced as he collided with the broken wooden pieces and he looked around with quick and cautious eyes. “Alright, we’re going to try this one more time, I don’t feel like breaking any more fingers, so please comply.”

“You’re crazy, you and your friends, you’re all insane,” Juyeon shakes his head with wide eyes and breathes heavily. “I already told you that I don’t know anything, alright? I just picked up that mask and suddenly I’m here. That’s it.”

“Where’d you get the mask?” You picked up the other half and observed it. It was a thick plastic that was strangely durable. The mesh was connected to it via hot glue also. It resembled something of a crude cosplay, if anything, it wasn’t built to withstand much. The mask seemed to be expendable. You applied some pressure on the sides, trying to see if you could break it any further, but no dice. It was remarkably strong for such cheap materials. You flipped it over to investigate the back, but there was nothing of note. Save for the broken wiring within the mask itself, but that was beyond your knowledge.

“It was attached to the back of my front door, I thought my roommate was playing a prank on me, but as soon as I touched it I woke up here,” Juyeon explains.

“Geez, (Y/N), what did you do to this poor guy’s fingers?” Mingi observes the damage, holding them gently in his hands. Juyeon didn’t look at them while Mingi diagnosed it quietly, as if it would lessen the pain of them being moved around.

“I got kind of carried away, I’ll admit it, but he also tried to kill us with— Wait, where the hell did you even get these?” You held up Jisung’s eskrima sticks. You glanced over at Yunho, but he was as confused as you were. They should’ve been sealed away, for good, the only way for Juyeon or the Charlatan to have gotten them is if they had access to the Cellar before the warehouse closed for good. Juyeon just stares at you with a deadpanned expression. “And, you don’t know that either, right. Yunho, grab the first aid kit in my bathroom, I’ll wrap up your hands but get them checked at a hospital later,” you said to Juyeon as Yunho did as you asked. Yeosang snaps his fingers.

“I think I’ve figured it out!” He exclaims. “We know that there are multiple “Charlatan’s” and with the information we got from Juyeon—”

“What information?” San mumbles. Mingi kicks his shin and San curses under his breath.

“—I can put a theory together,” you hand Yeosang the broken halves of the mask. “It’s safe to say that Juyeon here isn’t the Charlatan.”

“How do you know that?” Jongho asks.

“Because,” Yeosang opens his laptop and quickly types in the password, he flips it around to show the group right as Yunho returned with the first aid kit. He hands it to you and you remove the belt from Juyeon’s wrists. You held up a warning finger and pointed to Seonghwa, who had been watching Juyeon’s every action since you moved him to the middle of the group, and started to dress his hand. Seonghwa only quirked an eyebrow and tapped the rifle that was once strapped behind his back and now in his hands. Juyeon just nodded slowly and downcast his focus. You looked to the monitor, it revealed a rather expensive-looking manor. “This is the home of Lee Taemin, literally about an hour ago. You should know him, especially you, Mingi. This is the Criminal, same dude who terrorized the underworld back before the ban. Afterward, he hung up the bad guy shit and became a store clerk.” Yeosang speeds up the recording and the front door opens with two figures wearing the same masks as the one in Yeosang’s hand. “I’ve already posted this video throughout as many social media sites as I could. Twitter, Instagram, YouTube, I got all of them down and someone else re-uploaded them on Naver and Weibo. Someone might know something…” He points to the screen again. One of them was unconscious and being dragged by the other. In the other hand was a grappling hook with an ornate handle.

“Oh, hey! That’s Kim Minseok’s grappling hook!” Yunho points out. “I sold that to him, what the hell.” You finished up with Juyeon’s hand and leaned back on your couch.

“Nice observation,” Yeosang pauses the feed. “But we also know that he stored that in the warehouse after the vigilante ban. We know that these,” he holds up one of the sticks, “were also stored. Not to mention every person targeted either was or had ties to someone involved in the vigilante business, whether that be public knowledge or not. So…” Yeosang trails off.

“The Charlatan must have been a vigilante at some point too?” Mingi fills in the blanks.

“Bingo.”

“Wait, Juyeon was on the list, so was Taemin… and Changbin too, is there a possibility that maybe he’s one of the Charlatans?” Wooyoung asks. The group remains silent, everyone knows the answer but everyone knew that now probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up. Unlike cases like Juyeon, where no body was found, Changbin’s was, albeit it was nearly unrecognizable save for the necklace around his neck that Changbin was known to always wear, but it was there. “I just… what’s the criteria the Charlatan’s going off of? Is it random? Does he just decide whether or not to kill someone or brainwash them?”

“Brainwashing is a whole other part of the equation,” Hongjoong looks to Juyeon. “It takes more than just a pocket watch and ambiance music to do something as advanced as puppeteering someone from a distance for this long.”

“I also don’t remember anything,” Juyeon speaks up.

“We know,” the whole group silences him and Juyeon sinks into himself.

“Wait, why is this guy even still here?” San asks. “We should get rid of him.”

“Wait, wait! Let’s not do anything rash, okay?!” Juyeon holds his hands up.

“Relax, dude, we’re not going to kill you,” Wooyoung shakes his head.

“Yeah, you can just go,” Hongjoong nudges his head towards the door.

“Just… just like that?” Juyeon nurses his bandaged hand close to his chest. Yeosang stands up and pats his back.

“Yeah, you’re good to go, man, but,” Yeosang grabs his bandaged hand. “(Y/N), you got a marker?”

“Yeah,” you dug through the drawer on the table next to you and handed him a sharpie.

“Here is my number…” Yeosang writes it on his bandages. “I’ll be close in contact, no doubt the Charlatan knows you’ve broken out of the whole mind control thing, if anything seems off, let me know immediately.”

“Sure, yes, I can do that. You guys aren’t going to hurt me, are you?”

“No,” Hongjoong speaks up this time. “However, you can’t let anyone know about us, is that clear? Don’t try it, we’ll know if you do.”

“Got it, crystal clear, none of this ever happened,” Juyeon scrambled up and ran out of your apartment. He shortly ran back in. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the Halzer District, right now, Zone 3 of the city,” you answered him.

“Halzer, okay, okay, I know where that is,” he swallows harshly and nods before running back out, shutting the door behind him.

“(Y/N), you’ve got any tea here?”

“Yeah, it's somewhere there,” you pointed to the messy kitchen and Mingi walked over, stepping over bullet casings and broken furniture all the way to get to the fridge that was miraculously still intact. He opens it and a disappointed noise came from him.

"Damn, (Y/N), you live like this?" He asks.

"Like what?" You look back and Mingi turns around holding two things.

"You literally only have a beer and a singular egg in your refrigerator. That's fucking depressing, (Y/N)," he says. He places the two objects back in the fridge and opens the cabinet next to it.

"What can I say? Times have been hard," you answer him.

“Anyone want some? The only one here is lavender,” Mingi holds up the box and Seonghwa raises his hand alongside Jongho. He fills your kettle and places it on the stove, leaning against the countertop while he listens in on the conversation and waits for the water to finish heating.

“Where’d you put the listening device?” You asked Yeosang.

“On his neck,” Yeosang has a confident smile. “But, since we’re all here, we’d might as well talk about our next move. No doubt the Charlatan will be back to finish what he started with (Y/N), so we’ll plan around that,” Yeosang says.

“Agreed, we should focus on finding out more information. Yeosang, think you could decode that mask safely?” Hongjoong asks. Yeosang taps on the broken wiring in the mask.

“Probably,” he shrugs. “But if Juyeon’s warning is to be trusted, I should probably do it with one of you in the room so you could restrain me if needed.”

“That won’t be a problem, dude,” San scoffs and wiggles his arms and Yeosang frowns.

“I see that you’re still a dick,” Yeosang says under his breath.

“Sorry?”

“I’ve got it, I’ll just have Woo watch me the whole time,” Yeosang insists, ignoring San completely.

“No, fucking own up to it,” San probes Yeosang and the latter grimaces. “Maybe if you owned up to shit for once you wouldn’t be so scared of stepping out of the dark.”

“Drop it,” Yeosang warns.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?”

“If you don’t then I’ll knock your head with this frying pan and throw you out of the window,” Mingi cuts in.

“What’s with you people and wanting to throw me out of windows?” San groans.

“Let’s focus on the task at hand, please. We have much bigger problems than San right now,” Hongjoong refocuses the conversation. “We’ll try to reverse track the signal from that mask and narrow down the Charlatan from there. But…” Hongjoong looks down. “I’m going to need you all to trust me on this,” Hongjoong continues.

“Oh no, I know where this is going,” you rolled your eyes. “Might I remind you of the last time we played bait?”

“You’re seriously still holding onto that?!”

“I almost died!”

“You didn’t!”

“I would have if Seonghwa didn’t show up when he did,” you continued. “You’re always going on and on about how I should get over it when for literally a year after that you denied ever even putting me in that position, Hongjoong! When all I’ve ever wanted was an actual fucking apology,” you finished. The room fell silent. “Argh, forget it. Go on, I’m sure I would’ve been dead anyway if these two didn’t show up when they did, and if San didn’t beat the hell out of him when he first came,” you shook your head. As much as you hated to admit it, it was true. If it was just you in this apartment it would’ve been much harder to get rid of the Charlatan, especially with those eskrima sticks, damned things. Hongjoong sighed and broke the silence.

“Yeosang, what’s your E.T.A. for Jisung?” He turned to him instead. He scrambled through his laptop to answer his question.

“Should be today or tomorrow…”

“I’ll visit him today, then,” you said. You had a feeling that’s what Hongjoong wanted you to do anyway if he was saying to trust him. “The Charlatan no doubt will try to settle the score with me and I’m sure they can’t resist another chance there’s two of his list in one place,” you shrugged. “But, if I’m doing this, I’m doing it alone.”

“No way,” San interjects. “You almost died!”

“You want more than one person to sneak into one of the highest security neighborhoods?” you asked him.

“It’ll be hard for even one of us to get in undetected.”

“Luckily for us, I have something that could get me in without trouble,” you walked over to the closet and knocked out the back, revealing an old uniform. You pulled out Giselle’s Hearts uniform and held it up. It was baggy, slightly heavy, and optimized for moving around without being seen, it was the perfect equipment for her. “This is why I was going to go in alone,” you held it up to show them.

“Haven’t seen that one for a long time,” Yunho whistles.

“She gave it to me after her surgery,” you explained and folded it nicely. “At most, we can probably have Yeosang and someone else staked out a block away from the gate.”

“I’ll do it,” Mingi raises his hand.

“Okay, you two then. We have to stay under the radar when we go,” you continued.

“Have you and Jisung talked since the whole thing?” Hongjoong asks.

“Every now and then. He’d call me when he’s drunk out of his mind to apologize but not remember any of it the next day,” you sighed, thinking back to the 3 am calls filled with nothing but regret and sorrow, only for him to act like nothing happened the next day and again you were off on your own. Often times they were filled with conversations of “What If?” What if he had stayed? Would Jeno still be here? Would the four of them still be together? Then, silence. He’d hang up and you’d both go about your lives again.

“Then we’ll do that. We have to think ahead now, we severely miscalculated when Charlatan would try to get you, we can’t do that with Jisung if we want to get our next Charlatan. If… When you run into one, (Y/N), keep the mask intact,” Hongjoong instructs.

“Got it,” you crossed your arms. “When do we go?”

“Now,” Hongjoong stands up.

“Wait,” Wooyoung speaks up now. “I’m not… I’m not sure if this is the best thing to do,” he says. “We know nothing about the Charlatan other than he brainwashes people and gives them weapons from our old colleagues. If he had these things then what else could he have?”

“Not to mention they were supposed to be stored in the Cellar,” Mingi side-eyes Yunho and he throws his hands up.

“I’ve got nothing to do with this, don’t look at me like that,” Yunho grows defensive. “I filled it in to avoid stuff like this.”

“And you didn’t think to go down there and see if everything was in there?” Seonghwa asks.

“No. And even if I did there are dozens, if not hundreds, of different equipment down there. What do I look like to you? An inventory manager?” Yunho answers him straight and they both stare at each other. Seonghwa breaks it first.

“So be it,” he shakes his head. “I second Wooyoung. We don’t have enough information, we could very well be sending (Y/N) and Jisung to their deaths,” he says. “Imagine the collateral damage that will come with seeing an A-List actor and, no offense, a nobody dead in his house. It will raise too many suspicions.”

“I mean, we will be dead anyway so it won’t affect us,” you say.

“Don’t forget about Giselle,” Seonghwa continues. “She may be hidden now, but it looks like this Charlatan knows much more than we expect,” he says. “Considering he found Mono’s location.”

“You’re right about that, even Hope and Agust couldn’t find him, then here comes this random person who’s hellbent on sponging every memory of vigilantes off the face of the earth,” Mingi adds. “I’m surprised he hasn’t gone after those two guys.”

“Hope and Agust?” You ask.

“Suh Johnny and Lee Mark.”

“Who?” You raise an eyebrow and Mingi stares at you with wide eyes.

“You don’t know the Limitless Podcast?”

“Never heard of it,” you shook your head.

“You should give them a listen,” Yeosang pulls his phone out and sends you a link to the first episode. “Those two are… oddly good at doing their research. Their second season’s first episode is on you and the other Aces. We should pay more attention to them, they could help us a lot with public opinion in the future.”

“They’ve been around since before the ban, I’m surprised you didn’t know,” Wooyoung says.

“Even I listened a few times, although I will say that my episode surprised me, I didn’t know they could dig up that much,” Yunho shrugs. “They used to be a news podcast but because of the ban they try to stay low-key.”

“Not to mention their entire first season was removed from the internet,” Yeosang pouts. “It had a lot of information on previous vigilantes, I assumed it was your doing, Yunho.”

“Nope, I enjoyed listening to those,” he says. “It was nice to hear how people reacted to vigilantes.”

“Then… maybe the Charlatan did?” San shrugs.

“Probably,” Yeosang shrugs, “fortunately, I have them right here,” Yeosang opens one of the files on his laptop.

“How much storage do you have on that thing?” Jongho asks.

“Enough,” Yeosang shrugs. “See, here’s the first episode, it was on Outro so they talked about Mono, Agust, and Hope on it. Episode two was on Psycho. Episode three was on Alis and Wonderland. Their fourth episode here was on 3Racha with CB97, SpearB, and J.One.”

“You mean Jisung?” You scoff.

“Yup.”

“I’ve always told him that it was a shitty name,” you rolled your eyes. “Never knew why he doubled up on vigilante teams, no wonder he burned out,” you shook your head.

“Then their fifth was on the Aces. The sixth was a special episode on villains like Bambi, Sticker, Misfit, and Zombie. Then their seventh was on Lionheart and Mr. Simple. Their eighth was on Entropy, remember when that villain group was big?”

“Zombie, Pacman, Cover, Chaos, and Daemon, right?” Seonghwa asks. “Whatever happened to them?”

“Disappeared with the rest after the ban,” Hongjoong shakes his head. “How many more episodes?”

“Two more. Episode nine was a double feature for Black Rose and Sherlock. And the final episode never got to air, but according to these files I found it was on Loveholic.”

“Who the hell is Loveholic?”

“Exactly,” Yeosang shrugs. “I don’t know much.”

“That’s new,” Wooyoung frowns.

“The name does ring a bell,” Yunho cuts in, “I might’ve seen an ad for him somewhere. I know that he works similarly to Seonghwa. They’re both assassins for hire on the dark web. Excepts he’s more hands-on, so to say,” Yunho says.

“He’s one of your clients, huh?” You ask.

“I decline to confirm or deny that.”

“Yeah, figured,” you hummed. Then, a thought struck you. “Yeosang, you don’t think that Loveholic and Charlatan are connected, do you?”

“The timelines line up,” Yeosang says.

“I agree. If the order of episodes is correct and these two stuck to their schedule, that would mean that the Loveholic episode was set to air a day after the ban was announced. Which would then imply that someone in the government offices is either our Charlatan or affiliated with them, and they somehow have a link to this “Loveholic” person,” Hongjoong says.

“Hold on,” Yeosang stops Hongjoong. “They’re live right now, some sort of emergency broadcast, it says. They comment on current vigilante happenings, maybe they could be of some use to us,” Yeosang tunes in to the livestream and turns the volume up. Everyone listened to the podcast intently. They were talking about the Charlatan and their special guest was a head officer from Precinct 127, The name put you on edge, you couldn't count the number of times you were nearly caught by them, hell, the number of times anyone in this room were nearly caught by them. Especially the one behind the computer right now, if memory served you correctly, the 127 officers were under direct orders to investigate and capture Cypher.

“You know, Yeosang, I’m still trying to find out if it was smart or poorly planned of you to turn in that footage to the officers,” Hongjoong says.

“Think of it as a taunt,” Yeosang shrugs. “They needed my help anyway. What kind of vigilante would I be if I didn’t send help to those who needed it?” You didn’t miss his wisecrack tone. You all continued listening, they went off on a minor tangent about other vigilantes who experienced more… complicated alterations to their bodies. You remembered working with a few of them, namely Siren. She had helped out the Aces a number of times, and you still owed plenty of favors to her. Crazy to think that she works officially now. And without that iconic tail of hers. Soon they went back to talking about how the Charlatan was targeting those who were or had relations to vigilantes, you had to be honest, you were surprised they found out so fast, it would only be a matter of time before they started to connect the dots properly. This crude team here would just have to beat them to it. Then a more interesting conversation came up.

“If you don't mind, I see this question popping up a lot in chat, mind if you confirm something for us, Mr. Moon?” The voice belonged to Mark, which Yeosang made clear a number of times.

“Go ahead,” and that one was Taeil, the officer you vaguely recognized. You couldn’t remember if it was him or someone else who shot your shoulder, but that’s a conversation for another day.

“Is it possible that Cypher and the Charlatan are one and the same?” At that statement you saw Yeosang hold his breath. All eyes turned on him.

It was, indeed, a possibility. It was his idea to get everyone together, his idea to hunt after the Charlatan, and it was his idea to start this crusade altogether. Could he only be pulling the strings? Was he leading you all into a trap? You wanted to say ‘no,’ you had known Yeosang long enough to think that you could trust him. But in a world that changed so drastically, could that be the truth. Yeosang must have known that everyone now had suspicions of him. He didn’t say anything while he opened another window and started tapping in a few things. He pulled his headphones back on and adjusted the mic attached to it. He presses the spacebar on his laptop and, immediately, the livestream’s image changes from a black screen to his notorious logo.

“Hello. This is Cypher,” he recites. The voice output, as usual, was heavily distorted. You wanted to stop him, you probably should have, but if Yeosang decided to step in, then this was probably something he debated for a while. He looked around, as if realizing he had made an impulsive decision. Hongjoong just nodded, signaling for him to continue. “We have been listening in on this podcast, and I would like to make a few things clear. I am not the Charlatan, I completely denounce their actions and their methods, and to be compared to such a monster is offensive at the very least. I'd say that I'd give you proof of this, but that is not possible at the moment for me alone.” He looks around again. This is his confirmation of the team. The way he looked at each member was if he was telling them that they could back out now and no hard feelings would be intended, either that or that this was their last chance to leave. No one moved a muscle. “But, once we do gather it, I advise you all to look at your nearest screen, as we will show you the truth behind the Charlatan and bring him to justice. And in doing so we will reverse the wrongs that began on that October morning two years ago. We are returning, and we will announce that return with the imprisonment of the Charlatan, who had murdered and kidnapped our colleagues and, without a doubt, your friends as well. Thank you, that is all. You will hear from us soon.” Yeosang shut down the broadcast and closed his laptop, leaning back on his seat and releasing the breath he had been holding.

“Oh my god,” Wooyoung says slowly. “That was fucking awesome!”

“I know, right!” Yeosang broke out into a smile.

“That’s one way to announce the team,” Yunho chuckles. “But I suppose that means we’re all in it for the long term now, right?”

“Not to mention we’ve basically just declared war,” Jongho adds.

“No doubt the Charlatan has their sights on us now, are we ready?” Hongjoong asks.

“Take it away, Leader,” you reply.

“Alright, we split up and reconvene later then. (Y/N), Yeosang, and Mingi are handling Han Jisung. Wooyoung, Jongho, and I will handle Lee Mark. Seonghwa, San, and Yunho can track down Suh Johnny.”

“Sounds like we have a plan,” Mingi says.

“We move out now then,” Hongjoong says.

“So, what, we just ask about what they found on Loveholic?” Mingi speaks up.

“Yeah, essentially. I’ll send you more detailed instructions later,” Hongjoong says. “Get in gear, we’re finishing this sooner rather than later.”

You pressed on the button on your wrist, the suit and you alongside it disappearing into the night. The suit was baggy, easy to move around in, and easy to wear your other uniform inside of it that was more equipped to your fighting style, should you have to do it. With the hood pulled over completely to conceal your face, you scaled the side of the gate and dropped down onto the ground, the soles of your shoes absorbing the sound and impact while you made your way towards Jisung’s house. Since he made it big as an actor he’s been living the high life, it would seem.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?” Yeosang’s voice crackled in your ear.

“Loud and clear,” you whispered. You surveyed the street and sidewalks and saw no one around. But, in the distance, you could see a flashlight moving about. The night security guard, no doubt. You had heard that there were three or four of them now ever since Jisung was announced on the Charlatan’s list.

“Good, we can hear everything you do, Jisung might have some important information for us.”

“Alright,” you stopped in your tracks when the security guard’s flashlight shone in your direction. You glanced behind you, not a single shadow seen. Giselle was always so thankful for Mono for designing the suit for her, they were always oddly friendly with each other. The guard walked on and you continued.

“That was a close one. If you need help just say the code, yeah? We’ve got your back, (Y/N). And don’t take the Charlatan on your own if they show up.”

“I know.” You walked up to his door and took your hood off, turning off the stealth mode altogether.

“Good luck, friend.” You didn’t have to knock on the door, he opened it before you could even raise your hand.

“Get in here,” he steps aside and you step in. He closes the door and you hear five locks behind you. Leave it to Jisung to be the paranoid one, that’s why he left first.

“So, you’re on a hit list,” you turned to him, he was wearing light clothing, a simple t-shirt and jeans. You noticed the duffle bag next to the door. “And you really think running away would stop them,” you huffed.

“Jesus, (Y/N), I’ve been on edge since that bastard announced it,” he turned on a few lights in the room and made sure the blinds were shut tight. “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here wearing that.”

“I could’ve gotten caught, I know.”

“That’s not what I mean. You haven’t even visited her since she gave it to you.”

“And you have?”

“It’s the least I could do,” Jisung grimaces. “She misses you, you know. Always talking about you. She follows what you do on social media. It’s kind of insulting to her, don’t you think? Don’t you care at all?”

“Oh fuck off with your manipulative bull shit, Jisung,” you bit back.

“I’m just stating the facts, (Y/N),” He turns to you with an accusing glare. “What did you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the only one of us still doing this shit, (Y/N), what did you do?”

“Nothing! I was just surprised as you when the news came out!” You argued. “I was hoping you had some idea. If anything, I thought I did something to piss you off and you ratted me out. But, since your name was on the list too, I couldn’t be too sure.”

“Firstly, you’re wrong, we may not be on good terms but I don’t want you to die. And secondly, I’ve got no clue,” Jisung shakes his head and falls on his couch, brushing his hair back with his hand and sighing. “Whoever they are… they got Changbin. Chan thinks he’s next, he’s hiding out in Monaco right now,” he says.

“Damn… must be nice to have that luxury.” Jisung motions you to sit on the chair parallel to him and you do so. You place your backpack down. “Well, if you’re going on the run, you’re gonna need these,” you pulled the eskrima sticks out of your bag and you handed it to him. He took them slowly, readjusting his grip around them.

“Where’d you get these?”

“Charlatan tried to get me first with those,” you answered. Jisung’s face falls into one of concern and he switches them on, seeing the electricity running through them. “If it makes you relax a little, I UNO reverse carded that shit out of him and knocked out the Charlatan lackey that got sent after me.” Jisung paid you no attention while he stared at them, twirling one in his hands.

“Lackey?”

“Yup, looks like it’s some mind control stuff, I know a few people looking into it right now trying to reverse the signal, but who knows when we figure that out,” you shook your head. “You know Juyeon?”

“The Stealer?”

“Yeah. He’s the one who was under the mask, poor guy had no idea what happened,” you shook your head. Jisung only frowned and continued to move the sticks around the palm of his hand.

“The controls have been modified a little, it’s weighted more at the bottom,” he says as he unscrews the plate and knocks the stick against his hand, an unfamiliar and undisturbed vial dropping out. “How’d you escape?”

“San and Jongho happened to have been visiting at the time,” you leaned on your knees. “If they weren’t there I probably would’ve shown up on the news too,” you shook your head. Jisung holds the liquid to the light. “Any idea what it is?”

“I don’t want to know,” he says. He hits the bottom of the stick more and another thing tumbles out. It was a small cube that had a few glowing lines along it. “Now this looks straight out of a sci-fi comic,” he observes it.

“I’ll take that, I’ll ask Yeosang to look through it,” you held your hand out and Jisung gives both the cube and the vial to you without question. He grabs the other stick now.

“I shoved these in the Cellar before I quit.”

“Yup, we put a lot of stuff down there, Yunho said he filled it in but… apparently not before someone got to it,” you leaned back on the couch now. “If they got those sticks, who knows what else they have. Mono’s daggers, Stranger’s guns, Signal’s baton…”

“Jeno’s gauntlets,” Jisung cuts you off. The thought horrified you. The first was famously known to be coated with toxins that could kill as soon as it cut skin, the second were rigged with heat tracking abilities that could follow around a ten-mile radius, and the third packed a mean hit should you be too close. But, Jeno’s gauntlets, those were a different kind of pride and joy.

“Oh, shit, if Charlatan shows up with those we’re fucking screwed.” A combination of gauntlet and shotgun, you could easily have your skull crushed in half.

“That’s why I’m turning tail, are you kidding? I don’t have a death wish like you,” Jisung glares. “Fuck, what if you brought him here? Right when I was about to leave too.” You looked at the door.

“There’s no telling how safe we are anymore. We have no idea where the Charlatan is and, if our theory is correct, we have no idea who those lackeys are behind the mask,” you say. “Let’s just hope we luck out and not run into one ever.” You continue. “But, I know you well enough, Jisung. You’re not going to regard anything I’m saying to you.”

“I…”

“At least let me walk you to the station.”

“How’d you know?”

“Train ticket’s slipping out of your pocket,” you pointed towards it and he took it. “I expect to see one bad-ass train fight on Twitter tomorrow.” You joked with him, Jisung cracked a pathetic smile before shaking his head.

“Want to go out for drinks? For old time’s sake?” He asks. He glances out the window through the small sliver of light. “This might be the last time we see each other for a while. And I’ve got a lot on my mind,” he says with a sense of melancholy. He grabs his jacket from the side of the couch and slips it on, concealing the weapons in the sleeves easily.

“Hm…” you squeezed your hands. “Sure, let’s go confess our sins,” you stood up and waited for him to open the door. He grabbed his bag first and held the door open for you. “Where to?”

“There’s one a couple of blocks away,” he locks his door behind him and you both start walking. “It’s not that far from here,” he says. He waves at the security guard and you averted your eyes. You both walk past the gates and continued towards the lights of the district nearby. You crossed by Yeosang and Mingi’s car, the two undoubtedly hiding somewhere to avoid Jisung’s perceptive gaze, but it was a different feeling that put you on edge. Call it an instinct that has been honed after years of experience, but you’d know when you were being followed at any moment. “(Y/N).”

“I know,” you kept your eyes trained forward while you both continued. You took Giselle’s jacket off, holding it delicately in your hands and exposing the uniform underneath. “Let’s make a left here, see if they’re really tailing us,” you whispered. Jisung went along with your plan.

“Round the block?”

“Sure,” you pushed your hands in your pockets, wrapping your hand around the knife handle concealed in it.

“New uniform?” He stares at the encircled A.

“Yup, let’s just say I got a new side gig,” you looked around, the streets remained empty. Should you say the codeword now? “I knew they were waiting, I just didn’t think they’d try to get us as soon as we stepped out,” you mumbled.

“It was either out here or in there,” he says. You rounded the block and, as you both expected, that feeling of being followed never left. “Let’s cut through here, we either get to our destination faster or we stay out of public eye.” You both turn down the dark alley. Soon, it opened up and you stopped in your tracks, seeing two masked figures waiting for you.

“Well… shit, and here I thought I could have a nice evening out,” you grimaced after you said the code words.

“We’re on our way, (Y/N), don’t make any rash decisions!” It was Mingi speaking this time.

Rash decisions? This entire vigilante thing had to be the most ridiculously unthought-out decision of your life. You pulled the knife out of your pocket and flung it to the left-most Charlatan, seeing the weapon lodge into the enemy’s shoulder while you charged with another knife in hand. You were able to embed it in their side before they grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back. You swallowed down a wince and stomped on their foot, their hold loosening enough for you to slip out and regain your footing. Jisung let the eskrima sticks slip down his sleeves before activating them and going for the rightmost Charlatan. He blocked the Charlatan’s incoming high kick with his arm and shocked them with the other. You ducked under the Charlatan’s punch and slashed at their ankles, toppling them over and retrieving your knife from their shoulder. “You haven’t lost your edge!”

“I was always the better Ace,” Jisung scoffs and crushes one of the Charlatan’s hands under his shoe. You flung your knife, the blade just barely grazing the side of Jisung’s head before it hit the Charlatan behind him, likely the one that had been following you there.

“But you always kept your back open,” you walked past him and retrieved your knife from the Charlatan on the floor. You kicked their pressure point and they stopped moving.

“That was a lot easier than I anticipated,” Jisung says. He kneels next to you. “What are you doing?”

“Taking this thing off,” you cut the straps that kept the mask in place and took it off. “Jesus…” You flinched away when you noticed who it was. With half of his face brandishing an electrical burn and the other half scarred, he would’ve been nearly unrecognizable.

“No way…” Jisung immediately feels for a pulse. “Hey! Changbin! Wake up!” Jisung shakes his shoulder. “I thought he died… We found a body.”

“We found a severely mutilated body, they never confirmed it was him on the news or not,” you reminded him. Changbin didn’t stir. You stood up and held the mask in your hands, then you heard a shot ring out. You and Jisung whipped your heads behind you, now seeing the second Charlatan dead on the floor with blood pooling out of their head. You looked up, seeing the vague outline of who you could only recognize to be the Huntsman. He signals you quietly before he leaves.

“Friend of yours?” Jisung asks while pointing up at the roof. He removes the dead Charlatan’s mask, revealing an unknown man inside. You remove the remaining Charlatan's mask and see an unknown woman.

“Yeah, they must be clear with their side of the plan,” you say. You look down at Changbin. “Well… Wooyoung’ll be happy.”

“I know,” Jisung says. “Help me get him to my place.”

“No worries, I’ll take him to a friend to watch over. He’s legally a dead man, we can’t just have him walking around.”

“You know someone?”

“I know a lot of people,” you answered. You grabbed one of Changbin’s arms and slung it over your shoulder. “You’re still leaving, huh?” Jisung looked at his watch.

“Yeah.”

“Let me know when you get to where you’re going. I’ll tell Gigi,” you adjusted Changbin on your back. “Get a burner or something, don’t text me directly. That can be tracked.”

“I know, sorry we never reached our destination.”

“It’s fine, drinks can wait.”

“Yeah, but… I’m talking about Eric,” he says. “I did some investigating myself, there was just so much that didn’t add up about that,” he grabs onto the dead Charlatan and heaves him into the dumpster off to the side. “Nothing. Nothing came up. If he was killed, the assassin cleaned up his tracks too well.”

“Jisung,” you turned to him. “Drop it.” Jisung only stared at you. He shook his head.

“I don’t know what you’re up to right now, hunting down this Charlatan, or whatever… either way. Stay alive, okay? It’s too early to join those two idiots.” He says. He slides the weapons back into his sleeves. A long journey was ahead of him now, no doubt. And you did have that sinking feeling that this would be the last time you’d see him, although you never really kept up, Jisung was a long-time friend of yours.

“I should be saying that to you,” you gave him a sardonic smile and punched his shoulder lightly. “Take care, Jisung.”

“You too, (Y/N).”

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yoddream · 3 years

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part 1 is here

(TW: talks of weight and clothing size)

It had been a couple months since Jeno apologized. It had been rough at times, for he had missed out on a lot with not only you but your other friends as well. Renjun had also gotten into a relationship, so he wasn’t available as much, but he always made time for you guys, and sometimes one of you would invite his partner along.

Jaemin was back home for a family emergency, so he’d missed out on the initial reunion. He had returned not too long after, but when he did he’d given Jeno the cold shoulder for almost two weeks. everyone had felt it was a little excessive, but he stood his ground until he was ready.

Mark and Haechan had had a huge fight, resulting in them taking a break for about a month. It had resulted in you and Haechan eating a bunch of takeout while watching youtube videos multiple nights a week. Nobody knew what the fight was actually about, but it made everyone worried the couple would break up permanently.

Jisung and Chenle were the only ones that didn’t really have anything happen to them. They still attended class and hung out with the group, but that was it. It was almost as if they were immune to any drama.

When it seemed like everything had settled, you were worried about something else coming up to ruin everything. It seemed to good to be true for everything to feel right again. Was a random quiz going to pop up in one of your classes? Would your apartment flood? We’re your parents going to call you with bad news?

No. Instead, you ran into Yeeun.

You’d gone to the boba shop a few blocks away from your apartment to reward yourself for getting your essay done a couple days before it was due. Sure, you could’ve gone whenever, but rewarding yourself with it motivated you, and it made the drink taste that much better. Jeno was back at your place, still writing his paper, so you’d offered to get him some to keep going, which then turned into you offering to get some for Haechan and Mark as well.

When you walked into the shop, you almost bumped into Yeeun. She looked as put-together as usual, with her hair glossy and straight, an outfit that consisted of baggy jeans and a cropped cardigan, and perfect makeup to accentuate her big eyes. It reminded you of how despite her obviously looking upset the days after the break up, she still put herself together as if nothing had happened.

“O-oh. Hi Yeeun,” you said hesitantly.

She smiled brightly, which shocked you. “Hi, Y/N! How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing well. How—how have you been?” you asked.

“I’ve been doing okay. The break-up’s been rough, but my friends are helping me get through it. How’s Jeno been doing?”

“Not well. He’s been upset, but we’re doing everything we can to get his mind off it,” you explained.

“That’s good. Well, I have class in a few minutes, so I should get going.” As she walked around you, you spun around and called out her name. She turned to you with her eyebrows raised as she waited.

“Can I ask why you broke up with Jeno? None of us have been able to figure it out.”

She smiled sadly. “One time, he and I were eating lunch in the hall. You and your friends were sitting on the other side, looking over every once in a while until you picked up your phone and texted him. You had asked to hang out for movie night, but he said he already had plans with me. You just looked so sad and heartbroken, and I had remembered him talk about your movie nights and how special they were. Seeing how you reacted, I’d sneaked a look at his phone and saw that he’d turned you down almost every time you asked to hang out. I couldn’t get in the way of a friendship like that, especially knowing how close you were before I started dating him.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to him about it?” you asked genuinely.

“I thought about it, but something told me it wouldn’t have done anything,” she explained. When she looked at her watch, she cursed. “I really gotta go. You should text me, though! We can have a girls’ day!”

Once you’d gotten your order, you rushed back to your apartment and practically threw Jeno’s drink at him before rushing down the hall to Haechan’s room. With your free hand, you banged on the door while shouting “Code pink! Code pink!”

Code pink: ran into someone’s ex.

The door flew open, and you handed Mark his drink before pushing past him to grab Haechan. Dragging your roommate into your bedroom, you locked the door behind you and led him into your closet before closing the door behind you as well to assure nobody heard you talk.

“This story better be good enough for you to drag me back into the closet,” Haechan joked.

“Shut up, idiot. I ran into Yeeun.”

“What?!”

You shushed him harshly. “I don’t need those two breaking into my room trying to figure out what we’re talking about!”

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

So you did. The whole time you told your story, his eyes were wide as he took everything in. There were guesses as to why she’d broken up with Jeno, but nobody was close to the actual reason. And to hear that she wanted to stay in contact with you? It seemed impossible.

When you were done, Haechan sat there without saying a single word. What could he even say? Yeeun and Jeno had had a relationship that seemed perfectly fine. They weren’t toxic towards each other, and they weren’t nasty to each other’s friends.

“I never thought I’d hear about a couple breaking up to help someone outside of their relationship,” he finally said.

“Well, parents break up all the time because it’s better for their child,” you pointed out.

“But that kid is a part of the relationship. It’s their child. Breaking up because a friend is hurting? That’s new to me.”

There was a pause before you asked, “What do I do now?”

Haechan let out a big sigh. “I have no idea. If you wanna be friends with her, I don’t see why not. I would just wait a couple days before you text her. As for Jeno—well, there’s no way to tell how he would react.”

“Are you guys done? Hyuckie and I were supposed to watch a movie!” Mark called out.

Haechan rolled his eyes before muttering, “And everyone says I’m obsessed with him.”

“Go have your date night. I’m gonna see if Jeno needs help with his essay,” you said, shoving Haechan when he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Haechan liked to joke that you and Jeno were dating, even though everyone knew you didn’t like each other. It had been an ongoing joke since you were in high school, but it’d stopped while Jeno and Yeeun were still together.

When you opened your bedroom door, Jeno and Mark were standing right there. Mark immediately grabbed Haechan and dragged him across the hall, leaving you with your best friend. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression, which worried you a little. Did he hear you?

“What are you hiding?” he asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You groaned loudly. “You asshole! I thought you were actually upset with me.”

“I’m just surprised that it’s a secret I’m not allowed to know,” he stated.

"I’ll tell you at some point. How’s your paper coming?”

Jeno frowned instead of responding. You immediately knew what he wanted. Jeno had always had a problem with expressing himself, so you learned how to read him. What he wanted right now? He wanted to cuddle. The only problem was that if you went with it, he’d never get his paper done. It was due tonight.

“Jeno, you better get that assignment done. Don’t make me regret buying that boba for you,” you said.

With his frown deepening, Jeno turned and headed back to the living room. You took a sip of your drink and closed the door. He was being dramatic; he knew he could come to you after he was done.

You snuggled into your bed and started watching a video on your phone. You could feel your eyelids getting heavy, but you did everything you could to fight against it. As time went on, it got harder and harder. By the time you were about to fall asleep, there was a soft knock on your door before it slowly creaked open. Jeno shuffled himself in and closed the door behind him before turning to you. Without a word, you lifted the edge of your comforter and let him crawl in. His long hair fell over his eyes by the time he settled, so you gently pushed it away. He threw an arm over your torso and pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You felt your whole body melt; it was just like old times.

///

A couple weeks had passed since you’d run into Yeeun. The two of you texted, and you’d even hung out with her a few times. Jeno either hadn’t found out yet, or he didn’t care. You were hoping it was the latter, but there was a good chance that wasn’t the case. He still seemed to be pretty heartbroken.

“What about this one?” Yeeun asked, holding up a dress.

The two of you were at the mall, shopping for a party. You’d never really gone to one, so you had one idea what to wear. The last time you were invited to a party, you didn’t want to go, so the guys had gone without you. It was actually how Jeno had met Yeeun.

“It’s cute,” you said. The dress was a bodycon that had a ruffle along the bottom. The straps were tied on the tops of the shoulders, and the fabric was a light pink. You could already tell it would look really nice on her.

“Yeah...I just don’t know if it’ll be good enough for the party,” she mumbled with a pout.

“Honestly, Yeeun, I think you could wear whatever the hell you wanted and look good,” you told her.

She frowned. “I guess. Well, how about you try it on?”

“No way. I could never wear that,” you stated with a firm shake of your head.

“Of course you can! Look, they have it in your size.” She swapped the dresses on the rack and held it out to you. “You don’t have to get it, but you can totally try it on. It’s not going to hurt you.”

“It could hurt my self-esteem,” you mumbled.

Yeeun took a step forward and gently grabbed you by the shoulders. “I know it’s not something you’d normally wear, but it’s just for fun. You are absolutely stunning, even if you think you aren’t. Trying on clothing is to see how something fits, not how you look in the clothing. If it feels too tight in certain areas, then you try a size up to see how that feels. It’s based on your level of comfort, not how you look. That’s why we try on clothes. A medium dress from here could be an extra-large dress from another store. Also, this color would look pretty on you.”

You paused. “Didn’t you just say that it’s not based on how you look?”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “When it comes to how it fits on your body, silly. Color is completely different. This shade of pink may look better with your skin tone than a different shade of pink. C’mon, please?”

Sighing, you took the dress and dragged your feet to the fitting room. When you closed the door and locked it, you took a deep breath before starting to undress. Avoiding your reflection, you took the dress off the hanger and stepped into it before sliding it up. Once your arms were completely through the straps and the dress was settled, you turned to your reflection and grimaced. Clearly, it was too small, but you tried to remember what Yeeun said.

A medium dress from here could be an extra-large dress from another store.

“Y/N? How does it feel?” Yeeun called out.

Taking another deep breath, you opened the door and stepped out. She looked up from her phone and frowned. Your heart felt heavy as your stomach dropped. Did you really look that bad?

“Let me get a size up. See, this is what I meant when I said sizes are different in each store!” she called out while running back to the rack. She came back with a smile on her face. “I know it’s difficult to ignore what size the tag says. Trust me, a lot of people worry about it. I used to all the time, and I still do it every once in a while. But just remember that companies suck and they’re always fucking somebody over, whether that’s somebody that has a body more like Tess Holliday or somebody with a body more like Winnie Harlow. Now, switch into this dress and see how it fits.”

You did as you were told and looked at your reflection once again. Trying to keep in mind what Yeeun said, you thought about how the dress fit. It wasn’t cutting into your underarms anymore, and you felt like you could breathe without popping a stitch. When you stepped out, she squealed and clasped her hands together.

“You look so hot, no lie! How do you feel?” she asked.

“Little uncomfortable, but mostly because I don’t usually wear bodycon dresses,” you admitted. “But...”

“But?”

“But I think I could see myself wearing it. Maybe not to the party, but sometime in the near future.”

The grin on her face grew. “That’s what I like to hear.”

///

On the night of the party, Haechan was at Mark’s, leaving you alone with the apartment. You took your time getting ready, dancing around to the music that was playing on your phone. The party wasn’t for another couple hours, which gave you more than enough time to finish your makeup and hair. Your phone vibrated a couple times, but you figured it was just the group chat. They’d been blowing it up while you were in the shower, but you hadn’t read any of it.

You’d decided to wear the dress, telling yourself that you could leave if you felt uncomfortable. It was a big step for you, maybe even too big, but you wanted to try.

Once you were ready, you grabbed your bag and keys and opened your apartment door. On the other side was Jeno, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. You stumbled back a little in surprise, your eyes wide at the sudden appearance of your best friend.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I texted you, asking if you wanted to get some ice cream. I figured I’d show up when you didn’t answer.” He looked you up and down with a smile. “You look very pretty. Where are you going?”

“Um, Yeeun actually invited me to her party,” you mumbled.

His eyebrows raised in shock. “Oh. I didn’t know you two were talking.”

“Yeah. I, uh, I ran into her when I went to pick up boba.”

He grinned. “Is that what that code pink was about?”

“Maybe. You aren’t mad, are you?”

“I’m a little upset that you didn’t tell me, but I understand why you didn’t. Besides, I’m almost over the breakup,” he assured you. “I can drop you off, if you want. I’ll be driving by the sorority on my way home, so it’s not like I’ll be going out of my way.”

“Fine, but only because I wanna drink but don’t want to take an Uber,” you reasoned.

The ride over was filled with Jeno’s soft playlist. He always listened to it when he was studying or trying to nap because it kept him calm, so you were surprised to hear it in the car. When you asked about it, he told you that he liked to listen to it when he was driving at night. “It kept the calm ambience,” was his short explanation.

“Call me if you need a ride home, okay?” he asked once he was parked by the curb. “Or text me if you don’t. Just—let me know you’re okay, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Yes, Jeno. Thank you for the ride.”

You didn’t hear his car drive off until the front door was open. Stepping inside, you immediately felt lost. It was loud, it was crowded, and it smelled like alcohol. Looking around, you tried to find a familiar face, but nobody was standing out.

“Y/N!”

Turning to your left, your eyes landed on Yeeun. She was wear a red, strapless dress that hugged her figure. Her makeup was simple, but it didn’t matter when she was as gorgeous as she was. Her eyes lit up when she saw what you were wearing before she hurried over.

“You decided to wear the dress!” she shouted.

“I did,” you said with a smile.

“Well, you look absolutely stunning. Come on, let’s get you a drink, and then I’ll introduce you to my friends!”

Alcohol was just what you needed to loosen up. Soon, you were joking around with Yeeun and her friends, and then you were dancing, and then you were taking shots, and then you were stumbling. Sorn handed you another shot glass, which you downed despite Yeeun telling you to slow down. You ignored her and kept drinking.

///

The first thing you noticed was the smell of the room. It was familiar, but you didn’t know how. Then, it was how stiff your body felt. Finally, the headache. Could it even be considered a headache? It felt like someone just kept stabbing your skull. When you opened your eyes, the room was dark. The clock on the nightstand said that it was almost eleven, though, which meant the blackout curtains were drawn.

So, you were in Jeno’s room.

You slowly rolled over and knocked into the boy, groaning as your head seemed to hurt even more. Slowly, you turned until you were facing him. Well, facing his back. He was facing away from you, snoring away. Without hesitation, you threw your arm over his waist and clung to him as you buried your face into the back of his neck, which woke him up.

“Hm, good morning,” he mumbled.

“Hurts,” you whined.

“Yeah, you were almost passed out by the time I got to the sorority. Thank Yeeun for calling me,” he replied.

“She called you?” you asked, your stomach clenching. Was it from the hangover?

“Yup. Honestly, I was pretty shocked to see her name pop up when my phone rang, but I’m glad. She was worried something would happen to you, but she trusted me to take care of you.” He rolled over, and you could barely make out his face. You did see a frown, though. “That’s the last time I try helping you change without exposing or touching anything. Who knew you’d be the kind of drunk that tries to strip?”

“Oh my god,” you whispered while hiding your face in his chest.

“My reaction exactly.”

“You didn’t see anything, did you?”

“No. I managed to stop you as you untied the second strap.”

With a groan, you rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed. He laughed before following you, squeezing your shoulder as he got up. He promised to make you breakfast and get you painkillers while you showered. You took your time in the bathroom, making sure not a single centimeter of your body felt dirty and gross. When you were done, you got dressed in the same t-shirt and sweatpants before heading into the kitchen.

Jeno was facing the stove, cooking some eggs and hash. When he heard you shuffle in, his turned around with a smile, but it dropped almost immediately. You frowned, unsure of why he looked at you like that. Shutting off the stove, he put his spatula down and walked over. He stopped in front of you before slowly bending down and capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You froze in shock before relaxing, your whole body melting under his touch. When he pulled away, you opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows.

“Oh,” you said.

“What?” he asked.

“Well, that makes sense.”

Letting out a surprised laugh, he questioned, “What makes sense?”

“I don’t know. It just—it makes sense! You kissing me just makes sense!”

“You’re so weird,” he said with a grin before leaning down to kiss you again.

There was a lot that still needed to be talked about. Neither of you could simply enter a relationship before talking about your feelings and going on dates, but you decided to push that to the back of your mind while you enjoyed kissing Jeno.

(”Can we keep this a secret from the guys for a little bit?”

“How come?”

“Well, I wanna see the look on Haechan’s face when he makes that joke about us dating.”

“I’m sorry, he does what?”)

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alicanta77 · 4 years

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NCT Dream Reaction: Going into a haunted house with their crush

Mark:

initially wants to appear v strong and macho

because wants to impress you

so he tells you that if you’re scared you can hold onto him or hide behind him

then probably cringes at himself

however

as soon as you begin he’d realise pretty quickly that he was goddamn terrified

then he’d feel your hand wrap around his arm and he swore he could feel his heart beat increase to x3 it’s normal speed

“is this okay? you said i could hold onto you if i got scared.”

“yeah it’s fine don’t worry” *his voice about an octave higher than normal*

he’d normally find it comforting but the fact that it’s YOU that’s holding onto him like that

is more terrifying than anything the house could throw at him

that being said, the next time you get scared he pulls you even closer into him

and the arm that you have around his suddenly becomes a lot more comforting to him

and he thinks that as long as you’re holding him like that, he can do anything

Renjun:

jokingly tries to fight anything that scares you

an actors jumps out and his fists are UP

but also so damn shy around you so goes red anytime you grab him or hide behind him

probably stutters slightly if you get a bit too close

but doesn’t want you to move away

so just tightens his grip on your hand slightly if he ever feels like you’re about to

you would try and laugh your way through it

but it probably wouldn’t work

as soon as you got past the entrance and the serious scares began

welp you two are goners

you better hope there are no dreamies around you or else you would NEVER live this down

renjun is not good with jump scares

so it’s literally just the two of you clinging to each other, screaming as you tremble your way through the house

some of the actors probably take pity on you and just let you be

you best believe you are watching disney with all the lights on

Jeno:

you cannot tell me that Jeno wouldn’t be the most comforting person

anytime you get scared he’d smile at you so softly with his eye smile

i’ve said before that Jeno’s seems to me to be pretty naturally protective

so one time when you were scared particularly badly

his instincts kicked in and he pulled you into his body, turning away from the actor/jump scare

as soon as he realises what he’s done he gets SUPER shy

let’s go of you slowly

is thankful for the dark lights so you can’t see how embarrassed he is

he wants you to feel safe around him though

so anytime an actor jumps out he always flinches towards you in a protective act

you end up taking initiative out of fear and just grab his arm and refuse to let go

and he literally just turned around and hit you with the sweetest eye smile

and boom you suddenly have no fear

for a split second before you’re scared again

and you just choose to hide in jeno’s arms and never come out while he guides you to the end probably occasionally stroking your head gently to calm you

Donghyuck:

similar to mark

he wants to be seen as strong and fearless

and mainly wants to impress you

and thinks this haunted house will be a good chance for that

and for you to see him in this new heroic light

but there’s just two problems with that

hyuck is really shy around you

and he’s terrified in a haunted house

would take about two seconds before he gives up on the act and just prays that you don’t think he’s pathetic after this

if you say it’s okay he will CLING and not let go

buries his head into your neck from behind and it’s up to you to guide the two of you out

if you’re as scared as he is then it will literally just be the two of you running around the house screaming at the top of your lungs

the actors are probably running away from the two of you

and you finish the house in a few minutes

and he’d offer to walk you home and watch a drama to calm down

Jaemin:

is all about PROTECTING you

this boy is a confident flirt and that is coming into play here

so he will always offer himself as protection for you against any horrors

isn’t as shy as the others are about you hiding behind him

instead he really encourages it and doesn’t get nervous when you actually do it

instead he becomes the soft heart eye emoji in human form

smiles down at you as well

he uses this as a chance to show you how he can look after and protect you

asks if it’s okay if he puts an arm around your shoulder or holds your hand for comfort

i don’t think jaemin jumps really easily so he’s likely to not embarrass himself too badly

instead smile at you when you jump and calls you too cute

probably gets a little upset when the house ends cause you let go of him and he misses the contact

so he just slips his hand back into yours as you walk away

and cannot stop the giant ass smile from stretching across his face when you intertwine your fingers

Chenle:

tries to laugh his way through it

and so his goal is to make you laugh through it as well

does stupid things like

when an actor jumps out and scares you he tries to introduce himself and shake his hand

legit i wouldn’t put it past Chenle to start serenading an actor on the spot just to see his confused expression

so you spend half of the house screaming and the other half doubling over from laughter

but anytime he sees you smile he feels happy cause he doesn’t like seeing you sad or scared

however

if he does get caught out by a pretty bad jump scare

RIP your hearing

he will scream for his life and probably pull you in front of him

so it’s gonna be on you to get you both out of that one

is probs a lil embarrassed he did that so goes straight back to making you laugh

Jisung:

how tf did you get the baby chick to go into a haunted house with you

i mean this is literally his worst nightmare

no matter what he told himself or how he wants to act

as soon as you enter he is SCARED FOR HIS LIFE

jumps out of his skin at every noise

runs through half of the house leaving you behind

until he realises he’s left you behind and runs back to get you

literally runs around until he finds you and grabs you by the hand

drags you through the haunted house so fast that the actors don’t even have time to scare you

when you slow down does he see that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet

and he goes super shy and gently lets go

“sorry i dragged you through so fast...”

“sorry? that was so much fun! do you wanna run through the rest of it and watch the actors get confused cause they can’t catch us?”

and that’s the moment jisung thinks you’re perfect for him

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 (3)

Episode Three: “The Birth of the Legendary After School Club.”

Looking for extra creds? Just go join a club! It would be easy, they said.

➼ genre: romcom, crack, SUPER SLOW BURN, reverse harem, fluff, boarding school/college au, angst(?) ➼ warnings: delinquent!Minho, mild physical violence ➼ word count: 4k+ ➼ pairing: afab!reader x secret!skz member (a surprise, basically) ➼ updates: weekly/bi-weekly ➼ appearances: everyone + senior!Nayeon + Yuna and Ryujin (Jisung and Jeongin are mostly the main focus of this episode while Felix, Minho, and Seungmin has a few scenes. Changbin, Hyunjin, and Chan are only mentioned in passing).

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It’s been three days since you've been stuck using Hwang Hyunjin’s penthouse but you couldn’t really complain anymore. Chris had somehow managed to convince Minho to send his cats back home and no one has ever been in your room ever since. Even Hyunjin would notify you a text in advance when he needed to get something from his room and you would stay out until he’s done or hide in the bathroom because you didn’t want to force yourself into interacting with him. But whenever you see him, he seems much happier rooming with the boys of 712, aside from that, he now thinks you have chronic diarrhea.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t be happier with your time alone. Not to mention the fact that you get housekeeping privileges, it was heavenly!

Chris had apologized profusely when he broke the news that fixing it would take a longer time than he initially thought but you secretly liked the idea.

However, that’s where the good news ends. Because after three days, you realize that you truly had no place in a prestigious school when you could barely keep up with the classes. You were grateful for the fact that you shared a few classes with familiar faces of the student council so when you had the chance to ask top-of-the-class Seungmin for advice after class was dismissed, you took it.

“You should really just pay more attention in class, Y/N, it’s not as hard as you think, there are tutor sess—” You tuned out his nerdy lecture, “—but some students join clubs for extracurricular points, if the activities line up with a certain subject, you can get credits for it.”

You beamed at him and gave him a grateful hug, “Thank you, Seungmin!”

“I have a feeling that you only listened to what you wanted to hear.” He sighed but you were already running out of the classroom to look for Jeongin, which wasn’t that hard of a mission because you can hear Jisung from a mile away, and wherever Jisung is, Jeongin and Felix would be there too.

“You! Come with me! Now!” You didn’t bother saying hello to the other two boys as you tugged on a very confused Jeongin’s sleeve.

“Well hello to you too, Y/N, what brings you to our magnificent presence today?” Jisung greeted and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I want Jeongin to go club hunting with me.” You said simply, leaving out the part where you’re failing classes three days into the semester.

“Ooh! Club-hunting was my favorite during the start of the school year! We would always have a mini-fair and everyone would show off their clubs. The dance and music club held performances, the home economics club had bake sales, the art club would hold art exhibits. It’s really fun! Too bad you guys transferred during the second semester.” Felix said and you did feel like you missed out on the fun with how hard he sold the idea.

After the whole dorm room "incident" with Felix a few days ago, you would've thought that it'd be awkward to be around him but he still acted normally around you which just made you pass up the whole scenario as a heat of the moment thing and not because he liked you. You were grateful for that, not wanting to stir up even more drama in your hectic first week.

“Are you guys in any clubs?” Jeongin asked them.

“Oh, I’m in the Geeks club. We play video games and watch anime, all that stuff.” Wow, such a club exists? Felix was also the one you least expected to be in such a club.

“I’m a proud member and leader of the After School club.” Jisung answered by shooting one of his toothy grins.

“What’s that?” You asked in curiosity.

“Oh, that just means that he’s not part of any club and he just does whatever after school instead of extracurriculars.” Felix clarified. Ah, understandable.

Shamefully so, if you didn’t need extra credits, you’d probably join Jisung in the after school club as well. Wanting no more than to just take a nap after classes or perhaps walk around campus for a breather instead of dedicating an extra few hours for some club that you only joined for the benefits and not because you're actually interested in it.

"What kind of credits do you even get in the Geeks club? Just sounds like a lame excuse to laze around." You asked in sincerity, which Felix didn't seem to take in offense.

"Hah! That's what everyone thinks, but no, sometimes we have activities that line up with Media Arts or creative writing classes." He explained.

"Pshhh, at least I'm upfront about lazing around." Jisung commented which earned him an elbow jab from his friend.

"So, Y/N, what club did you have in mind?" Jeongin asked, bringing the attention back to you.

“Well, I don’t know, I thought we’d look around to see which clubs can give us good credits for the subjects we need.” You shrugged, not knowing where to start because you really just brought this decision along spontaneously after your interaction with Seungmin. You didn’t even know what clubs the school has to offer because you dozed off during the orientation but apparently Geeks Club is one of them.

“Hm? But I don’t need extra credits?” The fellow transfer said innocently which earned him an incredulous look from you.

You reflected back on his words during your first meeting: foreign transfer student.

Of course. You bet he’s one of those A-liner students that are so smart the school gives them free handouts to all-paid scholarships to various prestigious universities. Meanwhile, your acceptance in JYP-U was equivalent to winning a scratch lottery ticket at best.

“Dude, Jeongin is like, hella smart. I have one class with him and Seungmin and it’s like a warzone over there. Even the professor’s going crazy trying to deal with their nerd-offs.” Jisung quipped and you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of discussions happen during such a class.

“I don’t like competing though.” Jeongin pouted which earned him a friendly pat from Felix.

“Don’t worry, Seungmin is just very competitive, plus he’s been top-of-the-school since forever, even back in high school, so I’m sure he just feels a little threatened by your presence.” The freckled boy encouraged but it just seemed to dampen Jeongin’s mood even more.

“You guys have known each other since high school?” You asked curiously.

“Yep. Some of em. Chan, Felix, and I have been friends since we were kids then we met Hyunjin in JYP-High. Back then, he was still this bad boy delinquent that hung around Lee Minho and caused trouble around campus, but when he started hanging around Chan, he seemed to have corrected his ways and started hanging out with us. Minho on the other hand...” Jisung trailed off in his reminiscence.

“Well, he’s not worse.” Felix shrugged, not knowing how to describe the intimidating man either.

“Yeah that’s true. We’ve never really hung out with Seungmin but he was valedictorian and part of baseball varsity so everyone knew who he was— Mr. Popular Boy." Jisung rolled his eyes in bitterness, probably wishing he's half as popular. "Then there’s Changbin who we just met last year when we were freshmen here in JYP-U and Chan encouraged him to run for student council alongside him.” Jisung continued and you nodded at the stories.

"Oh, so Changbin is a year higher?" You asked and they nodded.

"So is Chan and Minho— for some reason— that man was able to skip a grade. I remember he stopped going to school at the start of our senior year in high school, we all thought that he just dropped out or got expelled but apparently he got accepted into JYP-U a year early." Felix explained.

"Yeah, we couldn't believe our eyes last year when we found out that he's already a sophomore, like dude! HOw!?" Jisung proceeded to demonstrate his mind blowing in confusion and you all laughed at his antics, but you couldn't help but wonder too. It didn't seem like they noticed that he's some sort of secret genius especially since their first assumption was that he gave up on school.

How the hell, indeed, was he able to skip a grade?

Hearing about their past was really interesting and moreso, you noticed that Chris seemed to be the backbone of their group. Although not gonna lie, you were curious as to what kind of bad boy Hyunjin was because it’s hard to picture him acting tough with the way he is now. Because aside from him, everyone seemed to be pretty much the same person.

You held off on mentioning that Minho might be someone you knew from childhood because you still weren’t one hundred percent certain that you were remembering correctly, especially seeing how much of a different guy he is now. And also the fact that he really doesn't know who you are even though the Lee Minho from when you were 8 was attached to your hip and was your bestest friend. You wanted to clarify that first with him— but that's almost impossible with how unapproachable he is.

With the conversation flowing freely, you didn’t notice that you were now in the clubs department— a separate building designated for various facilities and rooms for every club.

“You coming with us, Lix?” Jisung asked casually but Felix shook his head.

“I can’t today, we’re back to club activities now and we’re holding our annual back-to-school Mario Party tournament, loser has to wear a maid outfit to school tomorrow!” He seemed excited as he rushed off to their clubroom, saying goodbye to each of us as we watched him disappear as he rounded a corner.

“Alright! Why don’t we check out the most popular clubs first? The Movie Club!” Jisung stood between you and Jeongin to hook his arms on you both and pulled you alongside him. You were glad that there was someone who knew enough about the school to lead the way and even though it’s Han Jisung, he seemed to function better when there’s a clear plan on what you guys should be doing.

“Sure!” Jeongin replied and you just nodded. You assumed that the Movie Club was sort of like the Geeks Club where you just watched movies and wrote analytical papers about various films but when you entered their clubroom, you were proven wrong.

You found yourself standing in front of Jeongin, his feline eyes rid of his natural smile and stared at you with longing affection as he held your hands to his.

“Y/N... I know we’ve only met, but I can’t hide it anymore— I-I think I’m in love with you.” Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, your mouth opening and closing as it struggled to form a response.

“Jeongin, I—”

“Y/N! HOW COULD YOU! I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND, THE ONE YOU LOVE—”

“OKAY CUT!” You heard a senior’s voice in the nearby distance, “Jisung-ah,” she continued, her face was painted with a sickeningly sweet smile but you could tell that her tone was laced with mild irritation towards your friend, “I thought we made this clear. Stick. To. The. Script.”

“B-but Nayeon, I thought it’d be better if—”

“Are you undermining my genius, Han Jisung? The story is that you and Y/N are childhood best friends and you’ve always liked her but you were too cowardly to admit it until you saw the new boy, Jeongin, confess to her. You weren’t supposed to be her boyfriend, you idiot! Show the angst! The heartbreak! The emotion! Ugh!” She stepped off from her position behind the camera as she rolled the script paper to assault Jisung with it.

Meanwhile, you and Jeongin had no plans to get in between the fight and just tried to make your presence as small as possible.

It made sense that the movie club would be centered around making movies (instead of just watching movies, like you thought at first) but you didn’t expect that the club leader, Nayeon, would make you try to act in a short film as an impromptu audition when all you wanted was to check what the club’s all about.

“Good actors should know how to perform well under pressure.”— You remembered Nayeon’s words as she handed the three of you a page of the script to act out.

Satisfied with hitting Jisung, Nayeon went back to your spot and clasped Jeongin’s hands in hers, her eyes holding an awestruck wonder as he looked at the boy.

“Jeongin~ You’re such a natural! I felt raw emotion and the camera loves you! You looked so handsome! If you join my club, I can polish your rough potential and turn you into an acting diamond. What do you say?” She waited optimistically at Jeongin’s response and seemed to erase your presence in her world as she ignored you in her line of vision.

I guess I’m not talented enough to be an actress either—You thought to yourself as you waited for Jeongin’s response too. He looked at you then back to Nayeon before slowly removing his hands from hers to rub the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, I want to do club activities with my friends.” The innocence of the statement made Jisung dramatically sob fake tears as he gave a big hug to the younger boy.

“Ugh, whatever, you’re lucky you’re cute. Now leave my clubroom, thanks.” She said bitterly but turned back to her sweet smile as she walked us outside the door, “But you’re welcome to support the movie club anytime! And if Jeongin ever changes his mind, we’re always open <3. Except for Han Jisung, you’re permanently banned from getting close to our doors.” Her whole hot-and-cold persona threw you in for a loop so you were glad to be out of there.

“Darn it, that’s the third club now.” Jisung muttered under his breath in response to Nayeon's blacklisting of his presence. As much as you were curious, you really didn’t want to ask.

You spent the rest of the day looking around the different clubs but so far, they were all a bust. The three of you could barely cook to save a life so the president of the Michelin Club promptly kicked you out before Jisung could cause another fire. You and Jeongin were interested on checking out the Pets Club but it was apparently one of the clubs that Jisung is blacklisted on so he whined for you to skip it.

It was also interesting to see familiar faces in their natural element as they expressed their passions in the club they were in. Shin Ryujin scared you all shitless when she demonstrated throwing a guy twice her size in the Self-Defense Club, Seo Changbin was more than welcoming when he made you all listen to his mixtape in the Modern Music Club, You and Jisung couldn’t help but snore when Seungmin told you all about the Bookworms Club so he also kicked you all out, Yuna’s cheerful disposition felt more eerie when paired with the darkness of the Astrology Club’s room filled with lit candles all around making it seem more like a cult than anything else. Then you guys wanted to check out Felix’s club but when you saw the way they acted like angry apes jumping on each other’s throats over a game of Mario, the three of you decided to leave before Jisung could even open the door halfway thru.

Walking through the hallways, you guys ran to Hwang Hyunjin who was more than happy to show you around the Dance Club and that he’d love to showcase you his skills— but the three of you were deadbeat tired and had admitted that none of you could dance so you all passed on his graciousness, earning a sad pout from him as you parted ways. Anyhow, everyone seemed to love being in their clubs, except for Chris who isn’t in one, probably because he’s busy enough with student council duties as it is.

“Why is it so hard to find a club! I just want good grades!” You cried out as Jisung led you all to a vacant room reserved for future clubs.

“Changbin’s club actually seemed interesting.” Jisung said in all seriousness and you shot a surprised look towards him.

“You want to make music?” You asked and he just shrugged, muttering a quick ‘iunno’. His body language closed up as he seemed embarrassed by the sudden revelation but before you could ask any further, you heard a small purr as you entered the room.

“mReOOww”

“A cat!” Jeongin pointed to an orange tabby that walked closer to us.

“Hey~ Are you from the Pets Club? You can’t be here you know.” Jisung talked to the cat as he crouched down, but you couldn't shake away the feeling that you’ve seen this cat somewhere before—

“Close the door, idiots.” A commanding tone came from within the room, a figure emerging from the piled desks that served as a cover for half of the area. Jeongin promptly followed the order before the cat could attempt to run away.

“M-minho?” Jisung stood shocked, suddenly intimidated by the man’s presence. “I thought Chan sent your cats home?” You nodded at Jisung’s question, wondering the same thing.

“It’s not hard to threaten a school driver to give it back to me and keep their mouth shut. What? Gonna rat me out again?” He said icily, turning his gaze towards me instead.

Suddenly, you stood up straighter with a newfound confidence as an idea popped up in your head.

“No, but under one condition.” You started and you could feel Jisung tense up beside you.

“You’re not in the position to order me around.” He bit back, sitting down and leaned on the table with his elbows, holding his head on his palm as he concentrated his eyes on yours, issuing a challenge.

“Are you sure about that?” You pointed towards his cats.

“Y/N, what are you thinking—?!” You quickly shushed a panicky Jisung beside you.

“Fine, I’ll hear you out, then I’ll decide what to do with you.” Minho leaned back on his chair, putting his feet on the desk as he waited for your deal. The three cats that all sat beside him on the floor made him look like a weird Cat King.

“Join our club.” You said simply which made both of your friends turn towards you.

“OUR(?) club?” Jeongin questioned.

You just shrugged as you took a seat on one of the desks pressed to the wall, deep in thought. The two boys mirrored your actions, sitting down on the chairs around the room to listen to your proposition as Minho just looked dumbfounded at the sudden casualty of the situation.

“I mean, it’s hard to find a fitting club for all of us so why don’t we just make our own?” You suggested. If there’s anything mildly productive that you can take away from the club-hunting you did, it’s the fact that you learned that anyone can make their own club as long as they have clear goals and motives for it.

“What kind of club is it going to be?” Jeongin asked, looking at everyone in the room, wondering what kind of mutual activities four entirely different people can even share.

“I’m not interested in joining your Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.” Minho deadpanned but you tilted your head at him in feigned innocence.

“Oh? But what is Chris going to do once we establish our club? If I recall correctly, this is the last vacant clubroom in the building and I don’t think he’ll be too accommodating of the cats that he thought he already sent away—” Before Minho could cut you off, you continued. “Oh, Felix knows of a secret bathroom in the main building, maybe you should keep them there! I’m sure you’d fit right in with the toilets.”

Minho’s eyes turned dark as he promptly removed his feet from the desk which made Jisung and Jeongin stand up as well, alert by the sudden change of mood. But before the two could even react, you felt your back slammed on the wall behind you as Minho stood between your thighs to keep you in place, gripping your face tightly in his hand as he threatened to punch you if not for Jisung holding his fist in place.

His face was inches from yours as his eyes bore into yours threateningly, you looked back at him with the same fire but you knew that you couldn’t keep the terror out of your eyes as you winced in pain.

“I’m not in the mood to play your games, Y/LN.” He stated darkly, realizing that you’ve probably been on thin ice with him this whole time due to your less than pleasing interactions.

“I-I’m not playing with you.” You tried to level with him, admitting to yourself that you’ve messed up now. Big time.

“She’s just a girl, man, come on.” Jisung reasoned, trying to pull him away from you but Minho wasn’t having it. You saw Jeongin in your peripheral not knowing what to do, wanting to help but was too scared to move from his position.

“W-we need four people to establish our club. You don’t need to attend activities, we just need your name.” You explained and you could feel his grip on your jaw loosen, helping you even your breathing.

“Y-yeah, and we’ll find a reason to keep the cats here and take care of it while you’re away.” Jisung added, helping you out.

“Hm.” Was all Minho could say, his grip was still on you but it was looser, letting you know that he’s considering it seriously now.

“We just need the club for extra credits, you can benefit from that too!” Jeongin finally spoke up but now he was in the door, closing it again, signifying that he had ran out and back in again during the exchange. He held a sheet of paper in his hands and turned it towards us, showing the bold letters that spelled “Club Formation Sheet.” Where the man even got it in the short amount of time, you had no clue.

Minho finally drew back, shrugging Jisung off as he went back to his chair, meanwhile you started catching your breath after the adrenaline rush of the situation. Jisung didn’t leave your side as he gave you gentle caresses on your back, muttering questions of concern but you waved him off, saying you’re fine.

“So?” Minho started again, “What’s this club all about? If my name’s going to be in it, I’d prefer not to be associated with something stupid.”

You and Jisung exchanged surprised looks before you broke out in a relieved smile, grateful that your pleading to Minho worked.

“I was thinking it could be like a small favors club. Students can come to us for any kind of trouble they have. Jeongin can help with studies, I can help with small tasks, and Jisung is here too.” Jisung lightly slapped your shoulder as you tried to make light of the situation, “But bottomline is, professors can ask us for help too and that’s where the extra credits come into place.”

“So you’re making a kissing ass club.” The intimidating man deadpanned and you just shrugged.

“Better than nothing. It could be that our very first task as a club is to help a certain student take care of his three cats that can’t stay in the dorms.” You explained carefully, wary of Minho’s mood but he just nodded for you to continue, making you draw out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I like it.” Jeongin threw you one of his signature smiles and you returned the gesture.

“Me too.” Jisung quipped.

“Besides, some people are going to think it’s weird so I bet no one’s going to ask for help, but we get to have a clubroom!” Jeongin said with his normal cheery tone as he sat down to write the details of the club. You hopped off the desk you were sitting at, walking towards his table to smack him for the negativity.

"As long as I don't have to take part in any of this shit." Minho shrugged, giving us the go-signal that he is indeed in before turning his attention back to his cats. His demeanor changing from scary delinquent to caring father in a matter of seconds as he gave his pets soft caresses.

"Where did you even get the sheet?" You asked Jeongin curiously.

"Hm? Changbin's club is a few doors down, I assumed student council members always have important forms." He explained, bless this man's genius.

You won't even hesitate to admit that despite being a cheeky little fox, Jeongin has been helpful more than once, so you felt extremely grateful for his presence.

You remembered the pseudo-confession that you both had to act out in the Movie Club as you stared at his side profile intently filling out the details on the form. You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks as you wondered how it would be like to be someone special to Jeongin. You wouldn't lie that you thought he was cute and charming, but he gave more of a little-brother feel more than anything, not that it was a bad thing. You personally didn't mind.

"Heyyy~ did you hear me..?" Jisung snapped his fingers in front of your face, getting your attention.

"What is it?" You whipped your head up to face him, feeling embarrassed that he might've caught you staring a little too much at his roommate.

“I was asking what we're going to call the club." Jisung asked.

"Oh uh..." You thought for a moment, considering the possibilities, but you just smiled once you’ve come across the most perfect one.

“We’re going to call it…. The After School Club.”

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Bangchan:

Dates with Chan had been sparse lately. It wasn’t his fault. They were doing promotions for a comeback and Chan had absolutely zero free time and any time he did have, despite his protests, you wanted him to spend resting. “Y/n, please! I wanna see you!” Chan whined over the phone.

You sighed and looked at the time. The boys were still at the company, but would most likely be at the dorms in an hour or two. “Okay how about this. I’ll come over to the dorms and cook dinner for you and the boys tonight. That way you guys can have dinner as soon as you get home.” There was silence on the phone. “Chan? Chris? You there, love?”

“Sorry, you just made my heart explode.”

You laughed and hung up the phone. After a short car ride, you were inside the dorm and cooking a nice dinner for your incredible boyfriend and his band members. The steam from the cooking vegetables were starting to make you sweat a little. Grabbing a clip from your bag you pulled your hair out of your face and continued making the boys a good meal.

“Y/NNNNNNNNN!” Several boys screamed as the dorm door burst open. You smiled and finished putting food on plates. Felix attacked you with a hug and Hyunjin and Jisung followed soon after. “This looks really good, Y/n,” Felix said when everyone was seated at the table, Chan beside you. “I’m glad to have a break from cooking for these weirdos.”

Soon Chan was sending all the boys off to bed with full bellies and food comas. “I’ve missed you so much,” He said taking your hands and sitting on the arm of the couch. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you and talk to you, to hold you, and... other things,” Chan said blushing.

“What kind of other things?”

Chan looked down and shrugged, his dimples making a shy appearance. You watched him play with your fingers, subconsciously pulling you closer to him. It didn’t take a psychic to know what was on his mind. With a smile, you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss, his thumb rubbing over your skin. When you pulled away Chan had the dopiest grin across his face. He fell back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling in a trance making you laugh.

“That was so awesome.”

Minho:

Minho sat next to you on the couch. He wasn’t necessarily close to you, but he wasn’t on the farthest side of the sofa either. The boys had been hinting that maybe your feelings for Minho were reciprocated. You had been reading into everything lately and you still came up with nothing. Minho was impossible.

The focus of the boy next to you was heavily trained on his phone. Some random game was enticing his attention away from you. Giving up, you crossed your arms and stared at the TV.

After letting out many precisely planned sighs hoping to grab Minho’s attention and failing you conceded and started flipping channels. Settling for a drama you watched the soap opera romance that played out on the screen. An hour passed and your stomach was beginning to growl.

“I’m gonna order a pizza.” You said pulling out your phone. Minho hummed in response. rolling your eyes you walked into the kitchen to grab a soda for you and the thick headed boy in your living room. The doorbell rang and you looked to the couch. Minho showed no sign of getting up still zoned in on his phone. “Don’t worry I’ll get it.” Your feet trudged over the door and you gave the pizza guy a half assed smile.

“Hi! That will be $22.46.” The boy smiled when you handed him the money as well as a nice tip. “Thanks, have a good night!”

You closed the door and plopped back onto the couch setting the pizza on the coffee table. A hand grabbed your wrist before you could open the hot cardboard box. Minho smashed his lips on yours, hand coming to the back of your neck. He pushed you onto the couch, hovering on top of you. Caught up in the moment your hands tangled in his hair enticing Minho to deepen the kiss.

As quickly as he had come onto you, he retreated, moving back to his previous spot on the couch and reaching for the pizza. You lay on the couch, completely confused. “What the hell was that?” Minho shrugged acting as if nothing had happened.

“What?” He picked up a slice and took a bite out of it. “I’m not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?”

You shook your head in disbelief. What? “Girlfr- What? When did this happen?” Again he shrugged like this was common knowledge you were the dumbest person on the planet, and you were starting to feel that way. He thought you were dating already?

“Y/n, you’ve cat-sitted for me at least twenty times. In my book, we are in a committed relationship after ten.” He handed you a slice of pizza and turned back to the TV. You watched as he threw an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. “Congrats on being my girlfriend, dummy.”

Changbin:

“Seo Lewis Changbin!”

“Oh no.” Your best friend mumbled. He took off his headphones and turned to see you marching through the door of his studio. The pissed off expression on your face said everything and also nothing. Changbin only had a matter of seconds to recount everything he had done in the last twenty-four hours and apologize or face the consequences. “Hi, gorgeous, how’s your day?”

You simply rose an eyebrow and he quickly shut up. “Changbin, do you have something to tell me?” You could see the gears turning in his brain. The gears screaming ‘what did I do wrong this time’.

It was honestly a little fun to watch him squirm. You crossed your arms and ignored the giggles coming from the other side of the studio door. You knew Felix and Seungmin had followed you down the hall. They were the ones who told you about Changbin in the first place. “I’m sorry that I used your sweatshirt to clean up Minho’s cat piss. But you can have my hoodie.”

“YOU WHAT?”

He screamed as my hands attacked any unshielded spot on his body. “Stop! STOP! I BRUISE EASILY!” You huffed and stepped away. Changbin rubbed his bicep as if you had actually hurt him. “I’m sorry okay!” He scorched farther away from you. Though you had gotten him to confess it wasn’t the secret you were looking for.

“While I am pissed about that, and you will be getting me a new hoodie, that isn’t what I was talking about.” Changbin watched with wary eyes as you inched forward and leaned on the arms of his office chair. “I had a little conversation with Seungmin and Felix earlier.” Changbin visibly gulped.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“They sold me out?”

“They did indeed.” Changbin’s ears turned a dark shade of red. How you had never noticed your effect on your best friend before you would never know. Possibly because you were too focused on your own infatuation. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his, capturing them in a sweet kiss. Tilting your head you let your teeth drag slowly across Changbin’s bottom lip.

“Was that like a friend kiss or-?” Changbin asked when you pulled away. You rolled your eyes and kissed him again before he could ask another stupid question.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin was walking you home after a late night boba date. His hand was intertwined with yours as you walked in the warm spring air. “When is your next free day?” You asked swinging your hands as you strolled down the dimly lit streets. You felt safe with your boyfriend next to you.

He hummed, head lifting to the sky in thought. “I think...two weeks from now?” You sighed and he brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I know, baby.” It was hard not seeing Hyunjin. He himself was having withdrawal issues from your company and the boys were starting to notice. His dating ban wasn’t up for another three months, so the two of you had to sneak around.

“What about nights?” He shooked his head ‘no’ and stopped under a street lamp. Leaning you back against the steel pole, you looked up at Hyunjin. “What about before morning meetings?” Hyunjin laughed, the sound making you smile.

He ran a hand through his blonde hair and dragged his touch down your arm. “Y/n, you and I both know neither of us are going to get up at four thirty in the morning.” You laughed and pulled Hyunjin closer to you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin gave you a soft smile and looked down at you. He made your heart pound in your chest. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it two weeks without you, Jinnie.” He sighed, nuzzling into your neck.

“Believe me, if you can’t then I definitely won’t.” You ran a hand through his soft hair making him sigh in content. Eventually, he pulled away and stared at you with longing. His eyes looked from your eyes to your mouth in question. After seeing the smallest nod he leaned in pressing his lips against yours.

You smiled into the kiss, threading your fingers through Hyunjin’s hair. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “What if I just ran away with you right now?”

“Jisung would absolutely murder you. You’re supposed to record tomorrow.” You said a little breathless, wanting his lips on yours again.

“True. Very true.” He came back, another fiery kiss being shared between you. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. The two of you savored your last moments together under the dim golden glow of the street lamp.

Jisung:

“Hey, handsome,” You answered your ringing phone.

Jisung’s tired voice came through the call. “Y/n, baby, can you come over to the dorm?” You checked your watch and saw it was almost 2:30 in the afternoon. Usually, he was at the studio until three in the morning.

“Sure. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” Slipping on a big hoodie and your shoes you grabbed your wallet and car keys and drove over to the dorms. When you got there most of the boys were in the kitchen or the common room. “Hi guys! Where’s Jisung?”

Chan waved and gave you a hug. “Oh- he’s in his room. Top bunk.” The boys waved as you walked by and you knocked quietly on the last door. A muffled voice belonging to your boyfriend told you to come in. You saw a single sweatpant covered leg hanging off one of the top bunks. Jisung’s head peeked over the side and he gave you a smile.

“Hi!” He said sleepily. Your sock feet padded over to the bed and you looked at him from over the side. “You wanna take a nap with me?” There was no helping the laugh that escaped.

“You called me just to take a nap with you?” He nodded, his eyes already droopy. It looked like he was waiting to fall asleep until you arrived. With a sigh, you began climbing up the ladder and Jisung lifted up the covers giving you a place to lay on his chest. “This is a tiny bed.”

“Shhhh. It’s nap time baby.”

Eventually, the both of you fell asleep. It was easy to relax in Jisung’s arms. He radiated warmth with his arms and legs wrapped around you. Soon your eyes blinked open only to find a dark room. You reached over Jisung to grab his phone. You looked to see it was nearing 11 o’clock at night. “What’s wrong, babe?” Jisung mumbled feeling you move. You told him the time and he laughed. “There’s no point in you leaving, so why don’t you just spend the night?” He whispered.

He smiled feeling you nod and he started running his long fingers through your hair. In the low light, you could only barely make up the features of Jisung’s face. You were only slightly surprised to feel Jisung’s lips on yours. The kiss was slow and sleepy, but sweet none the less. Your hands already around his stomach slipped under his shirt., feeling his warm skin.

Sleepy kisses were exchanged, Jisung’s long fingers playing with your hair and holding you close in the dark. He pulled you on top of him, leaving no space between you. After a while, the both of you fell back asleep and didn’t wake until morning

Felix:

Felix got a running start before launching himself off the cliff and into the water. You watched from the shore of the little alcove the two of you had found. You cheered seeing your boyfriend resurface in the center of the clear watering hole. “You gonna try?” He called, treading water. You shook your head, and he rolled his eyes. “Come on, there’s a smaller ledge, closer to the water.”

You looked to the rock face Felix had climbed moments earlier. The colors of green and blue were vibrant around you, making your own little paradise. “Fine.” Felix smiled, seeing you shed your coverup and began swimming back to the shore. He took your hand and led you to a smaller ledge half as high as the one he had previously jumped off of. The waterfall roared next to you and Felix laced his fingers with yours.

“Ready?” You nodded, a nervous smile on the corner of your mouth. You were comforted seeing Felix’s grin. “3, 2,..1!” The two of you leaped from the ledge and into the cool clear water, screams escaping as you fell. Felix held onto your hand tightly as the two of you sank beneath the water’s surface. “Wasn’t that fun?” He exclaimed as the two of you swam above the surface.

“Yeah, okay. That was fun.”

Felix smiled as the two of you treaded water. “You wanna do something else fun?” Before you could answer Felix started swimming to the waterfall. Trusting him, you followed. He gently took your hand, lifting you up on the slippery rocks. He led the two of you carefully behind heavy curtain of water into a tiny cave. The roaring of the falls echoed in the small space, obstructing your view of your secret alcove.

“Wow!” You said, reaching your hand under the water. Felix grinned, wet hair falling in front of his eyes. Stepping carefully, he made his way over to you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness, but you nodded palms resting against his bare chest. Hesitantly, Felix leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was slow at first, then picked up as Felix grew more confident. His lips danced against yours, one of his hands coming to tangle in your hair. The two of you parted, breathe heavy and lovestruck grins plastered on your faces.

Felix pulled away and started to do a little dance making you laugh. “What the hell are you doing?” He just continued to do his weird little dance as you watched and laughed at your dorky boyfriend behind the waterfall.

Seungmin:

Two weeks after Seungmin and you started dating, he and the rest of the boys left for a US tour. Thankfully his dating ban had been lifted early after an analysis by the company, so Seungmin was free to spend time with you anytime he wanted as long as it didn’t interfere with his schedules.

Your fingers tapped against your steering wheel. The red light turned green and you drove the rest of the way to the airport. Chan called you early this morning, about two hours ago, and told you their flight was getting in at five-thirty in the morning. You yawned, pulling into Seoul International Airport. Seungmin had called you the night before and told you not to bother meeting him since they would be arriving so early in the morning. But, you were determined.

After asking an attendant she directed you the flight gate the boys would be coming from. The sign you had made in the last hour, was bumping up against your legs as you ran through the cold airport. Seungmin’s sweatshirt was blocking the cold air from hitting your skin as you looked for gate A6.

A few other people were waiting as you approached the gate, but you pushed your way to the front. Your eyes frantically searched the sea of people as passengers came off the plane. Spotting Chan’s curly frizzy hair you held up your sign with a huge grin on your face.

Chan spotted you first and then laughed at your sign. He called back into the group of boys behind him, who all turned to look at you. Before you knew it, your boyfriend was pushing himself to the front of the group and he laughed when he saw your sign, falling to the ground and covering his face.

‘Welcome Home Hot Stuff’ the sign read with a funny meme of Seungmin that Felix had sent you a couple days ago glue on the poster board. Not wanting to be apart from you anymore Seungmin ran over and wrapped you up in his arms. “Y/n, I have missed you so much. Why are you here? It’s 5:30! Is this my sweatshirt? I can’t believe you’re here! Honey, I’ve missed you so much-”

You smashed your lips against his cutting off his ramblings. After getting over the shock, Seungmin kissed you back, dropping everything in his hands. He cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. Your head was spinning in the best way possible. “Welcome home, Minnie.” You whispered against his lips, making him smile.

“Let’s go get breakfast.” He said with a smile and took the sign from you, looking at your craft project.

Jeongin:

Jeongin and you lay on the floor of your dorm room a board game between the two of you. Rain pelted against your window, thunder rolling outside. Jeongin moved his game piece six spaces before looking up at you with a smile. You sat with a mug of warm tea in your hands and Jeongin’s hoodie swallowing you in warmth.

“You are too cute,” Jeongin mumbled, leaning his cheek into his palm.

Attempting to hide your blush, you brought the steaming cup up to your mouth and took a sip. “Jeongin, really you don’t have to stay here. I’m no scared of the storm.” He shrugged and rolled the dice for you, moving it four spaces. You got up, the sweatshirt falling over your shorts. The mug clunked against the wood as you set it on your desk.

Jeongin watched you walk over and pulled you down into his lap. “What if I’m the one scared of the storm?” He questioned, pushing a piece of hair away from your face. Rolling your eyes you giggled and kissed his cheek. “Okay, you’re right. I’m not scared of the storm.”

“Innie, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. My roommate is staying at her boyfriend’s.”

Jeongin smiled, placing a loving kiss on the side of your neck. He reached over and rolled the dice as lightning flashed outside. The cold air of the dorm made you snuggled deeper into the warm fabric of Jeongin’s hoodie. Sensing movement in his lap he wrapped a protective arm around you as he moved his game piece with his other hand.

“I think I’m going to win in the next two moves.” You said, causing your boyfriend to turn his head. He looked at you with raised brows and laughed.

“Oh really?”

You nodded and moved your piece to the final block on the board. “Yep. I win.” Jeongin laughed and looked into your eyes. His knuckles brushed over your cheek his breath ghosting over your lips. You inched forward, desperately wanting to close the small gap between you. A smirk tilted on the corner of Jeongin’s mouth, seeing your impatience.

Softly, gently, his lips pressed against yours. His lips tasted like coffee, and he smelled like the rain that was falling outside. You dragged your lips against his savoring every moment with him. As you pulled away Jeongin chases after your lips, making you giggle.

Your eyes looked to the window and Jeongin trailed his lips tenderly down your jaw, before resting his chin on your shoulder. “You stand corrected.” He whispered, kissing your lips again. “I win.”

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nct-lian · 4 years

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nct 127’s relation to lian

TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI

taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((

such a soft but overlooked duo

will appreciate each other forever and ever

lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny

remain each other’s hype man and woman

taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity

promotes the HELL out of lian’s solo career over twitter

lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because he’s soft (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one

he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral

they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA

lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram

taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes

he makes fun of her height because she’s shorter than him-

he also used to help her with her homework :(

cried when lian went on her first date

“my child is growing up (´∩｀。)”

had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though

JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN

johnny is her dad, period

no questions asked he is her father

will give her piggyback rides all the time

he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping

at 6:00 am

he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed

he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!

whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((

speaking of johnny’s mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if he’s taking good care of her

if they’re not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each other’s ears to try and make the other one laugh

because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it

he was NOT embarrassed

“how are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७”

kept screaming at lian’s “dream of you” performance video

“WHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!” “JISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-“

he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasn’t standing where she was supposed to be

everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like “joanne” ･x･

it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and that’s the only reason why he has her height memorized

TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG

has lost lian in so many airports it’s not even funny

“hyung, what happened to lian?” “oh, you have GOT to be kidding me-“

whenever he doesn’t see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister

“about this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNY’S HOODIE- you don’t know what johnny’s hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.”

one of the first members that she was comfortable with

lian said that he was her role model :’(

as the leader, he’s always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure she’s eaten

because of how lian never participated in any of nct’s first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters

but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong ˵ ຈ ︿ ຈ ˵

she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day

he cried

declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies

taeyong had yelled at lian’s former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasn’t okay with it

always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo

he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her

instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D

“nana, do you have to wear your glasses now?”

taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

YUTA + LIAN: YUN

totally doesn’t have feeling for her, yeah

yuta is obsessed and when i tell you he’s obsessed, he’s obsessed

did i mention obsessed?

he’s jealous of everyone :(

yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because he’s trying to cover up his feelings for lian

bye if that’s true-

hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,

“mine. go away”

i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram

lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldn’t put it into ponytails anymore :((

but his hair is growing back now so she’s able to do it again :)

yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!

we don’t bring this up because it’s pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lian’s face) if lian was staring at him

how do we know this, you may ask?

it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight

he’s caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort

lian says that he’s very pretty

much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music

DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO

another member of the lian protection squad

doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake

it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better

will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian

was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him

said “no” and walked away

lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :’)

they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm

doyoung said that he spends the most time in lian’s room because it smells like vanilla all the time

he spoils her SO MUCH

like so much

half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung

has a tendency to watch over her and make sure she’s content at all times

“cupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if you’d like” “oppa, it’s 3:00am-“ “and?”

they take such pretty instagram pictures :((

at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0

not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldn’t stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love

disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes

“um, excuse me, she can’t wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, please”

JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI

not many people bring this up because we know it’s honestly a sensitive topic :|

but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes it’s kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)

jaeli + yun love triangle anyways

jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much

once cried to johnny about how he doesn’t know what to do and that he didn’t want to make anything awkward by confessing to her

makes sure to be near her as often as possible

once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac ╰[ ⁰﹏⁰ ]╯ (let’s pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)

“jungkook, keep your friend away, please :D”

didn’t work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way

*in the 97’ liner groupchat* “HYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl

it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite ┐(´～｀)┌

lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks

just randomly hugs him but he’s not complaining

johnny isn’t picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian

sad,, i know

lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets

continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab

jaehyun smiles at her for no reason

JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO

an instant bond formed between them when they first met!

jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(

gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldn’t be there with her

buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!

liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon

she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-

an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo

nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member

maybe because lian said he was

“ “who’s your favourite member?” hmm i’ll have to say woo-oppa!”

*cue jungwoo laughing at yuta’s face because he was that shocked*

they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand

even though he’s off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lian’s little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes

they’re the two members who go grocery shopping together

more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay

jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (〃▽〃)

their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven

lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/

MARK + LIAN: LIMARK

leader of lian’s natural length hair committee

like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-

mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!

they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean

mark goes into straight panic when he’s with her sometimes

has to remind himself they’re like siblings

lian ans mark covered “your eyes” by hoody and jay park during a vlive!

it was adorable :((

lian had him saved in her phone as “android user” but now she doesn’t know what to change it to

they had a fight in 2019

mark let’s her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ

mars bar, markie, mork, marko

AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-

he says it’s because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought it’d be a good fit

someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldn’t stop making fun of him (；⌣̀_⌣́)

they can read each other’s mind just by looking at each other

“dude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?” *cue lian laughing hysterically*

“what’s so funny (゜-゜)” — interviewer

HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK

haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas

calls her short all the time

“lian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind it’s too bad you’re so short”

they’ve actually been so close to fighting each other and i’m not even joking

they’re the two members who fight the most out of all of them

but despite this, they love each other very much

hyuck says he’s the only one who’s allowed to make her mad

and if anyone else makes her mad he’d kill them

limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark

there are actually moments when they’re clingy with each other-

haechan loves her hugs :((

like ??????? one minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next, they’re all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????

lian could be speaking english and he’d say, “korean, please. i can’t understand canadian”

“shut up <3”

hello haechan cried and wouldn’t let go of her during her and mark’s graduation ceremony in 2018

she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far

he goes to her for dance advice

during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone أ‿أ

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hhunjins · 4 years

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skz as roommates

Word Count: ~1200

Warning: some language

Note: just trying out something new! idk if this bullet format is going to be something i continue, but i had fun with this and wanted to share~ send me discourse asdkjfasd (also!! uni starts up again tomorrow so i’m going to hold back on writing for a while so ✌ until then)

Chan

You’re not sure if he ever sleeps because there’s always noise coming from his room but the lights are always off??

Has a calendar on the fridge delegating chores

Will send passive aggressive texts in the group chat reminding you to do said chores if you forget

Has perfected The Mom Look™ where he squints at you with his hands on his hips and says your name like this

Won’t really be in your space too much but if your door is open he’ll peek in, say hello, and ask what you’re up to

Blasts music while he showers

The one you go to to get stuff fixed

Always wants to do roommate bonding activities like making dinner together or whatever

Will go on grocery runs for everyone and send pics of things he gets if he’s unsure

Doesn’t mind if his snacks go missing because he leaves them out on the counter (its his way of feeding you)

Minho

Door literally always closed

Looks like he just woke up no matter what time of day it is

Has cat slippers that he wears only at the ungodly hours of the night when he goes to get food from the kitchen

Buys food and leaves it in the fridge, but doesn’t touch it until it expires/someone else eats it all

Will judge you for eating instant noodles but proceed to make his own because “you tempted me”

If you’re watching something, he’ll pull up a chair/plop down next to you to watch without saying anything

Will sometimes yell/make loud noises for no reason

If you find a bug, he’ll catch it and bring it outside (and scare you with it as he’s walking past, the gremlin) instead of squishing it

Leaves group chat on read/only ‘thumbs up’ reacts when he’s mentioned

Sometimes forgets to bring clothes when he showers and will walk out with only a towel and yell “don’t look, I’m naked!” when no one is looking

Changbin

If you’re sitting on the couch, 100% will come sit next to you “for company”

Gives you his Netflix password just so you’d watch movies/dramas with him

You’ll probably catch him doing sit-ups/push-ups in the living room at least once a week

Bought a step stool for the kitchen and while everyone made fun of him for it at first, they all use it too

Kind of terrible at cooking, survives off instant meals

Will ask you what you’re eating and if he can have a bite

Parents pack a shitton of food for him to bring back when he goes home to visit and that’s the only reason he’s not nutrient deficient

Does work at the kitchen table because he gets lonely

Heavy sleeper, you won’t wake him up if you’re accidentally too loud

There’s always something on the floor in his room (clothes, textbooks, his laptop???)

Hyunjin

Cuts fruit and leaves it in the fridge for everyone

Over-shops when he goes to the grocery store so the fridge is always full

Wanders into your room, asks to borrow one thing or another, and then leaves (won’t give back the thing he borrowed unless you specifically ask for it back)

Leaves his stuff everywhere and forgets where he put them

Somehow always leaves a sock in the washing machine/dryer

Always asking to have roommate movie night (another “bonding” enthusiast)

Gives his opinion on whatever thing you’re watching if he watched it before and will sit down and re-watch with you just because

If he’s not in his room then he’s splayed across the couch on his phone/laptop

Will skip around the house if he’s in a good mood

Hums/sings to kdrama osts as he’s cooking or doing stuff around the house (will hand you an invisible microphone to finish the line if you happen to walk in)

Jisung

Sits in the living room in the dark on his phone if he can’t sleep at night (which scares you shitless every time)

Makes the bi-weekly walk of shame to the recycling with his arms full of empty water bottles

Eats in his room a lot

Does two loads of laundry at a time because he keeps putting it off (since he’s lazy) until he runs out of clothes to wear

Leaves dishes in the sink until someone calls him out in the group chat

Orders takeout at least once a week and tempts you with “do you want some too?” every time

If he catches you staring at his food, will share without even asking

Has headphones on 95% of the time so it takes a few calls of his name to get his attention

Will scream if there’s a bug and vacate the room until it is caught

Takes the longest showers

Felix

Always greets you/asks how it’s going when he sees you for the first time that day

Has a gaming system set up in the living room because his room is too small

Yells a lot when he’s playing games but will be quiet if you ask him to or if it’s everyone’s sleeping

Makes a ton of food and then wanders around the house telling people he made food

Will do other people’s chores if they’re not done on time

Sends memes/videos he finds funny in the group chat

Likes to lie down on the living room floor on his phone??

Mumbles/talks to himself

Randomly asks questions that sometimes give you an existential crisis

Likes to decorate the place according to whatever holiday is coming up and will make your birthday a Very Big Deal

Seungmin

Has a strict eating/sleeping schedule (will judge you for eating late at night)

If you’re awake in the morning, will ask you to eat with him (won’t take no for an answer)

Always does his chores on time

Will call people out by name in the group chat to get their shit together because mans has no fear

Stays in his room most of the time but the door’s always open

Periodically checks in on you throughout the day by walking into your room and standing there for a bit before leaving

Always asks before taking food that isn’t labelled

You caught him making “nyooom” noises as he walked from his room to the kitchen a few times

Sings very loudly when he thinks no one is home

Semi-disaster in the kitchen when he’s by himself but is very helpful when you cook

Jeongin

Takes naps on the couch (most are involuntary because he gets sleepy looking at his phone and just knocks out)

Cereal is his go to meal because it’s quick and easy and there’s no way he can chop off his fingers

Never has to cook legit food because someone is always down to feed him

Tags along on grocery runs but only buys snacks/junk food

Pretty good with all his chores except for taking out the trash so he needs constant reminders

Almost always the first one to wake up but makes a racket every morning while trying to get ready (and wakes up others in the process)

Will walk into your room and ask you to study/do work with him so he’s not lonely

Kind of clueless so he’ll come to you and ask how something works and you have to walk him step-by-step because the dude’s a hazard to himself

Orders things and forgets about them so there are packages by the door that go unclaimed for 2 weeks

Knocks out with the lights in his room on so someone has to go turn them off for him

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons #bang chan #minho #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #jisung #han #felix #seungmin #jeongin #i.n.

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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you’re the one that i want (part 12)

word count: 3k

angst, fluff, smut

(part 11) (series masterlist)

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seonghwa knew this breakdown was coming.

he knew it was only natural, given the way you’d been reacting in the days leading up to this night. the last night before your parents came and got you tomorrow at noon. before you two were ripped away from each other and, in just a few weeks time, thrown back into the swing of classes.

you’d be dealing with new friends and a new school and a whole new neighborhood while he’d be dealing with living back at home with his dad. he’d inform his friends of what he did before they tell him all about the parties they went to, the girls they fucked and all the stupid drama he missed.

like any of it’s gonna matter when he’ll be plagued with the memory of you. the happy things like your breathy moans and smile and giggle that make him happier than anything he thought possible.

but he thinks the worst thing will be remembering your cries and whimpers tonight. the way the tears are building in your eyes and you’re trying so hard for him and yourself not to let them fall.

"i’m gonna fall!” you squeal, attempting to balance your feet on the board.

it was your second day of learning how to surf and had been nothing short of a disaster, seonghwa��s hand on the board as he assures that even if you do fall, it’s gonna be painlessly into water.

“that’s not really helping,” you grumble, his wet face smirking at you.

it amazes you, really, how the sun is shining down so brightly on him and there’s not an imperfection in sight. dripping blonde hair with a sharp jawline and shining eyes. you know you probably don’t look that nice, your face red and blotchy from the uneven burn as he smirks up at you in a way that makes you incredibly nervous.

“you get too caught up in your own head,” you hear him say, squinting at him with a slight pout on your lips.

“because i’m scared,” you tell him quietly.

and even though you were only talking about surfing, it felt like more at the time. you were scared of starting a friendship with him, scared of opening yourself up and being in his way because you can’t even imagine why he wants to be around you.

you didn’t know why he was doing that and that’s why you were scared. didn’t know why he’d look up at you with such an...intrigued look in his eye, like you were something to be curious about; what you see is what you get with you and that’s an extremely nervous, blabbering idiot.

“there’s no reason to be,” he says to you quietly, your eyes meeting and something heavy settles in your heart.

you also didn’t know what that feeling was at the time but you knew that you liked it. that even though you couldn’t quite make out what this boy wanted from you, you were gonna give him anything. even if it that was you and your already fragile heart.

“nothing bad is gonna happen.”

“nothing bad like that is gonna happen, baby,” he says against your head, listening as you tell him you’re scared of you both losing contact or interest over time. you sigh against him and nuzzle your face into his arm, watching the setting sun from your balcony.

he turns and takes your face in his hand, frowning when he sees the sad look in your eyes.

“i hate seeing you like this,” he mumbles, his thumb rubbing over your face gently.

it had been a good day prior to this, spending the morning down at the beach with the boys before eating lunch with them at the diner; you both even took them to the aquarium you had gone to all those weeks ago, where you couldn’t stop the memories from your first date playing through your head.

planning your second date accidentally, educating him on nemo and dory and crush and walking hand-in-hand through the nearly empty building.

that had been a day that could’ve been ruined, honestly, given the date’s shaky start. he could’ve taken you home to finish his business with those boys or you could’ve demanded to leave after overhearing what you did.

but you both stayed and that was the night you really thought you were falling for him.

when your nervousness slowly dissipated and you just knew he wasn’t gonna hurt you like everyone else in your life; because it seemed silly at the time but he really did calm you, the way he handled you with such care and allowed you to drag him around from tank to tank.

"why are you laughing?" he asks softly, the smallest hint of a smirk on his face as amusement laces into his voice.

"because you make me nervous," you admit, looking up at him. "more than usual."

a breathy chuckle leaves his mouth as he moves his hand away from you and puts it on the glass, watching that same clownfish that was swirling around yours move to him.

"dory's not scared of me," he says lowly, not even needing to see your face to know you look outraged and annoyed. "so you don't have to be."

but now with the night time approaching, you know it’s coming and you’re unsettled.

you’re trying so hard to be happy and you want to be but it’s hard not to think about tomorrow. it’s hard not to think about how your closet and drawers are packed back up in your suit case and in less than fifteen hours, you’ll be back in your car and going to a new house.

the thought brings a fresh round of tears to your eyes and you’re quick to let out a sigh, going up to wipe at them before seonghwa’s thumb flicks them away.

“did you not just hear me?” he asks sternly, the contrasting small, sad smile on his face causing you to giggle slightly.

“i’m sorry,” you whine, nuzzling your face back into him so he doesn’t have to look at you. “i just can’t stop thinking about it.”

and with that knowledge, seonghwa stands up and abruptly throws you over his shoulder. you let out a surprised yelp as you scream his name, squealing as he walks through your bedroom and down the stairs.

you pass your aunt and her friend’s who watch in amusement from the dining room table, their glasses full of wine and a cheese platter in the middle. you hear one of them compliment seonghwa on his strength and the shudder you feel go through him immediately makes a laugh bubble out of your mouth.

but the moment the warm night air hits your body and you sense seonghwa walking towards the pool, your laughs quickly stop.

“hwa, don’t you dare!” you squeal, hitting at his back and flailing in his hold.

but your voice only holds amusement and you’re giggling and that’s all he wants for tonight so he doesn’t think twice about flinging your clothed body right into the pool.

your body hits the cold water and you jump up to scream at him just to see him sitting on at the edge, his feet in the water as he looks at you with a smirk.

“are you kidding me!” you squeal, swimming over to him and splashing him violently.

“sorry, baby, but it had to be done.”

you jump up and out of the pool, your clothes dripping next to him and he’s about to ask what you’re doing when you run directly behind him.

“then so does this,” you say with a content smile, his loud groan when he hits the pool filling you with a sense of satisfaction.

he pops up and shakes out his wet hair, his tongue poking at his cheek as he looks at you sternly.

but he can only keep it for a few seconds because you’re smiling so bright and it tugs at his heart; that’s all he wanted to see tonight, you smiling and laughing and not crying into his shoulder.

so instead of pretending to be mad or chastising you, he holds out his arms and tells you to jump. you narrow your eyes at him because it feels like you’re a child learning how to swim but you do it anyway, landing perfectly in his hold as a tiny grunt leaves him at the impact.

“hi,” you say with a small innocent smile.

he rolls his eyes before grabbing you around the waist, your legs wrapping around his body before he dunks you back and gets your hair even more wet. you giggle and smack at him playfully, splashing water up at him before jumping off him and swimming away.

your aunt watches from the window as you two swim around, his chuckle and your whine of his name grabbing the attention of all of them.

the group of women watched you two progress over the summer, how your gazes turned softer and sweeter and how seonghwa would always have to touch you.

whether it be guiding you by the small of your back or having his arm around your chair; it was something that warmed all of their hearts, which was pretty amazing since almost all of them were, admittedly, bitter divorcees.

“they are so sweet,” one of the lady’s says, watching as you jump out of the pool followed shortly behind seonghwa. you don’t get very far before he catches you around the waist and picks you up, your squeal promptly followed by a splash.

“i know, he’s been here every night this week,” your aunt informs them.

she doesn’t mention the way she’s heard your soft cries when she’s out on the porch and you two are on the balcony. nor does she mention that after you fell asleep, seonghwa had come down and asked if everything really was okay for you at home.

“i know she’s your sister so i’m not implying anything,” he said over the table, the cup of chamomile tea she always offers him but he rarely drinks next to him. “but she’s so scared to go back to them and i...do they hurt her?”

she couldn’t control the way her eyes widened when she heard him ask that, the boy maybe mistaking it for an insult but not even bothering to apologize. because she saw it, the anger and disgust in his eyes that if she even thought you were being hurt and sent you back, he was gonna go ballistic.

“they’re assholes, seonghwa, i’ll be the first to tell you but i don’t think they would physically harm her.”

and those were her honest thoughts, she’d never think in a million years that they’d stoop that low and abuse you in a such a way. and a part of her hoped you would tell her, that if you were in danger and needed a safe place to stay, that you knew you could come to her.

the answer seemed to simmer the boy and he nodded his head, calming the thoughts that have also been invading him in the days leading up to your departure; he was just better at hiding his sadness over it than you and it showed itself in a different way.

his brain convincing him that something’s not right and that neither of you are gonna be okay without each other. but that’s absurd, he thought, you didn’t even know each other two months ago and now you need each other to survive?

but his heart pulling in his chest scares the shit out of him, preparing him for your separation and knowing that once you two are apart, he doesn’t fully know how he’s gonna react.

he’s never felt like this before. he’s never loved anyone and has never had to leave someone he loved; but he’s just hoping, praying, that he doesn’t react to this heartbreak like a fucking idiot.

“what do you think they’re gonna do?” another woman asks, sipping from her glass of wine as he looks at your aunt. “i think they could do long distance. look at their love.”

“oh, jesus christ rose,” the older woman says, throwing a cracker at the woman when she sees tears welling up in her eyes. “you are absolutely ridiculous.”

“young love is the best love!”

they look over to see you both back in the pool, your arms around his neck as you throw your head back and giggle. and everyone can suppose that you two are a clear cut case of young love:

feelings that developed incredibly fast but felt overwhelmingly strong, a desire to see each other each and everyday and never get sick of it, a tragic end where you two are gonna be pulled apart and put to the test to see just how real the past two months have been.

“of course i did, i haven’t lived under a rock,” seonghwa says, your face pulled into one of extreme shock as he tells you this whole time, he had known about finding nemo. that it’d been one of his favorite movies growing up and he only pretended not to know.

“but why!” you squeal, “you....you even kept confusing nemo and dory on our date!”

he rolls his eyes and brings his finger under you chin, pulling you close so he can peck you with a cute, chaste kiss. “because you were so cute telling me about it,” he mumbles lowly, feeling his smile against your lips as he recalls you going on and on about it. “how could i have stopped you?”

"i don't wanna leave, i don't wanna stay with them anymore. i don't wanna leave you and everyone else and go back to my stupid new house with them being there," you cry out like a child, feeling the relentless tears prick at your eyes again. "i'm gonna miss you, seonghwa. i feel so safe with you.”

"i'm right here, baby, i'm not going anywhere."

“baby, can i ask you something?”

you look up at him from where you lay on his naked chest, the both of you laying in your bed watching a movie. you’d taken a shower after you got out of the pool, one thing leading to another before his hand covered your mouth as he fucked up into you against the cold tile.

it had all started innocently, him washing your hair and brushing the conditioner through. you squirting the loofa with soap and wiping him down with soap, writing words and smiley faces into his back.

but then the inevitable seemed to happen when your mouths gravitated toward one another, lips parting and his tongue slipping in before you daringly dropped down to your knees.

it’d been a fantasy you were dreaming about, just dropping to your knees unexpectedly and taking him in your mouth. and it seemed as if it might’ve been one of his too because his hands grabbed at your wet hair and he threw his head back as quiet curses left his mouth.

and when you looked up at him, your tongue circling the tip before sucking him down, that was it. that’s what made him growl and pull you up, force you to jump and sit on his cock so he could fuck you right under the steamy flow of water.

the angle hadn’t been one you felt before and everything about it was remarkable, him hitting something inside you as he sucked hickies into your chest that made you scream and whine into his hand.

“what?” you squeak as you look up at him, the small smile and sweet, questioning glint in your eyes making him reach down and touch your face.

“is there a reason you don’t wanna go home? are you not safe there?”

because something about your words that day are still haunting him for some reason, seeing the way you transformed right back into that scared, nervous girl he first met in the presence of your parents. the way you would flinch away from him in the beginning and not be able to hold eye contact.

and he thinks it’s more than going to a new house and a new school.

it’s how you actively tell him your parents hate you and question why they had you, how you told him you don’t wanna leave this town and feel safe with him; because if that’s the case, then you need someone to be safe from and that doesn’t sit well with him at all.

the question makes your stomach sink and you immediately feel the need to defend or deflect. to ask him why he’d think such a thing and insist that of course you’re safe. that just because your parents are mean and snap at you doesn’t mean it’s a completely terrible environment.

and while you can’t tell him the truth, you can’t lie to him either.

“it’s...fine,” you say quietly. “they just say a lot of things that hurt my feelings and yell. but who’s parents don’t? it’s just....normal family problems,” you tell him quietly, blinking back the tears trying to form in your eyes because you don’t think being smacked and kicked and fearing for your life some nights is considered normal family problems.

he swallows the lump in his throat and narrows his eyes at you, his thumb caressing your face as he bends down and kisses your forehead softly.

you close your eyes at the feeling and remind yourself to bask in this for the rest of the night. the way it feels to be held and kissed and loved because you don’t know when it’s gonna happen again. if it’s gonna happen again.

“whatever they say, know it’s not true,” you hear him mumble against your head. “they don’t know how lucky they are to be able to see you everyday.”

those words leaving his mouth catch you off guard, any time he says something sweet like that making your heart flutter and tears prick your eyes. and he knows it too because he looks down at you and smiles, shaking his head before placing another peck on your nose and lips.

“please, baby, no more crying tonight.”

and you try for him again but it proves to be a failure, burying your head in his neck and allowing your wet, salty tears to fall on his skin. you try to control your breathing and sobs threatening to leave, neither of you commenting on the death grip you have on him.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you whimper against him. he lets out a humorless chuckle as he pulls your face back, moving you on your back so your wet, teary face is right in his sight.

he leans down and kisses the salty tears off your face, your nose scrunching because your face is wet and sticky from them; but he doesn’t care, he just wants them gone and you smiling for the last few hours you have left.

“i’m gonna miss you too, baby,” he says, “but i’m here now. and i’ll be here when you wake up.”

you bite down on your lip and nod your head, another tear breaking free when you pull him down so your lips meet in a kiss. he lets you take over this one, lets you put your hands on his face and pull him into you, part your lips on his and slip your tongue in as you completely take the lead.

he lets it happen the whole time until you’re undressed and under the sheets, memorizing every inch of each other’s bodies one last time until he’s thrusting into you. it’s a slower, steadier pace that makes you cry out, his hips rocking into you slowly so he can bring you to your high gradually.

he whispers that he loves you in your ear, that no matter what happens he’s always gonna love you because how could he forget the girl who completely changed his summer and turned him into a man he never thought he could be?

(part 13)

#eeeek #aha anyway...#y/ns aunt and her friends are the golden girls #and thats that #seonghwa #seonghwa angst #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa smut #ateez #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #seonghwa scenarios #ateez imagines #seonghwa series #seonghwa imagines

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huenjin · 4 years

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"i am never, ever, going to one of jisung's parties again."

you shift in your 'seat' to try and get comfortable which results in the person underneath to emit a low groan, hot breath fanning against your ear causing goosebumps to rise all over. it's such an inappropriate scene, the way changbin has you perched on his lap, firm hands on your hips to stop you from moving around too much. "comfy, princess?" he rasps, and you have to bite your lip from making any sounds you know will boost his ego. it's already sky high as it is. god you could almost feel the raging hard-on if you leaned further back, even just a little.

it's hyunjin's fault. you blame it all on hyunjin for dragging you there because he said you needed to "have fun and let loose" after 2 weeks of stress and sleepless nights during final exams. you really do appreciate his thoughtfulness, and he's not wrong for the most part, it's just that you would've preferred staying in to binge watch the latest episodes of private lives on netflix. you're so behind on the drama it's frustrating. but when he offered to buy you new clothes for the halloween party, you figured why not? there's no loss with those terms are there?

wrong. hyunjin just conveniently forgot to mention that your natural enemy seo changbin would also be there. and that he'd be hot as fuck dressed as a policeman. if you were being brutally honest you'd like for him to lock you up and use those handcuffs for you, but it's well known around the campus that y/n and changbin do not go together. you bicker, you fight, you squabble every single time you're in the same room, let alone the same space. he riles you up like no other, and you challenge him like none has.

the sexual tension though? un-fucking-believable.

in changbin's defense, you didn't have to look so sexy in that air hostess costume. a flight attendant? he'd love for you to attend to his needs instead. it's true, the both of you can't stand each other but what's a bit of hate sex can't fix? "probably everything." was what his best friend and fellow roommate chan had said. he might be true, but that won't stop changbin from trying now will it? no, of course not.

"truth or dare y/n?"

curse that beer bottle for landing in your direction twice in a row. the first ended up with you in that position. and now? it's about to get real. so there's two options. either you get zapped by the lie-detecting machine or pick a lousy dare. both you're sure will only end up in your misery because your whole group of friends will forever try and get either you or changbin to break and get into each other's pants (or skirts) already. there's no giving up in their dictionary unless when it comes to studying.

"dare."

changbin whistles at your decision, his intense stare burning holes at the back of your head as he removed one of his hands to rest on your bare thigh. every touch of his fingertips sends tingles up your spine, core starting to drip with want. the longing, the need to be filled is overwhelming that your brain turns into mush and all rational thoughts are out the window.

"i dare you.. to kiss changbin. french style, if you will."

fuck it, you thought. you want a show? fine, i'll give you a show.

in the blink of an eye you've switched positions to straddle his lap, taking off the hat he's wearing and placing it on yourself before leaning in to capture his lips with yours. he smirks during the kiss, feeling victorious at you finally giving in at your desires. under different circumstances you'd want to slap that smirk right off, but now you're in too far to care.

it's animalistic, how he has in tongue in you within a split second after giving your ass cheeks a particularly harsh squeeze. the gasp you let out encourages him to move lower and lower to where you need him most. the sucking and biting he litters under your jaw would be future y/n's problem to handle in the morning because right now, you're putty in his hold. the purple and red marks are a sign, a warning. this is seo changbin's territory.

your hands around his neck, tangled in his soft locks earns a string unholy moans you're sure you'll never get tired of hearing. he knows damn well what he's doing. not one sweet spot of yours did he miss, and by the end of it he has your dress bunched up around your waist, lower half grinding down on his crotch.

"fuck, princess, you're so beautiful."

the action has you seeing stars, pure bliss fuelling your veins which keeps you going on and on and on. every drag gets you higher and god does it feel good. when his lips find yours again his thrusts meet you halfway, sinful moans getting swallowed by the wet muscle exploring the vast of your mouth. his taste is your favourite flavor yet.

you well and truly lost it when his dominance takes over. "you're tired hmm? it's okay princess let me take care of you." the flex of his thigh and the way he's pressing you down so that your clit rubs deliciously against the material of his pants has you keening. the words slipping out of his mouth are downright filthy, the knot in your stomach so awfully tight you're afraid it'll snap without caution.

"b-bin- changbin please.."

the audacity of this man to send you a devilish smirk after all you did was be a good girl for him.

"please what, princess? you're so pretty begging for me like this aren't you?"

his praises, god his praises could send you to heaven and back. you live off of him being proud of you, complimenting you as if you're fully his. he owns you. all of you.

"please.. don't s-stop. ah i'm so close. p-please."

"since you asked so nicely."

one strong pull and you're spurting hot white fluid all over his thigh. your newly bought lace panties, needless to say is drenched and ruined from the intense orgasm you had but fuck was it worth it. he chuckles when you pant, soothing you through your high with more praises that has you whimpering for more.

"sensitive are we princess?"

you blush bright red as he takes a good look at you, the condition you're in making you avoid eye contact in embarrassment. hiding your face in his chest, he runs his fingers through your hair and laughs when you hum appreciatively.

"cute."

then you realise the rest of the the room is empty except for the both of you. for once you're actually glad jisung hosted this party because his huge mansion has plenty of rooms to occupy. the door though, is left wide open. so much for privacy.

"do you still hate me?"

he asks out of the blue, catching you completely off guard. you lean back and stare up at him, tilting your head as if he's just asked something ridiculous. he chuckles again, seeming whipped at how cute you were being in response to his question.

"i've never hated you."

"really? then why do you get mad when i flirt with you?"

"because!!!!"

fuck, this is not a post sex kind of conversation.

"because you flirt with literally everyone, bin. i wanted to hide the fact that i do like you so i pretended i didn't."

you expected him to say sorry for playing with your feelings, or at least apologise for giving you mixed signals but all he does is smile sheepishly.

"what? why are you smiling?"

"you called me bin. only my close friends and loved ones call me that."

"and?"

"we're dating as of now."

#changbin smut #from nara #big brain nara #stray kids smut #love parcels #THE WAY THIS IS WRITTEN AHAGAJAJ OMG NARA ILY AND YOUR BRAIN <333 #sparklemin #submission

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hhjs · 4 years

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the art of losing isn't hard to master. (though it may look; like disaster).

pairing. ⤳ bang chan x reader.

genre. ⤳ angst.

alternatively. ⤳ a mystery trope. :3

word count ⤳ 2.07k

note ⤳ sorry for the long title hah. this is inspired by jaurim's song 'twenty five, twenty one.' and the title is a quotation from elizabeth bishop's poem 'one art'.

"I don’t want to see you again."

Chan knows you don't mean it, not even one bit. From the way the sentence comes out all shaky, the way you're pretending to stare off into space in sudden contemplation when really you just didn't want him to see you tear up.

But it still hurts.

It hurts so much that he almost regrets breaking up with you, finds himself wanting to take the words back as swiftly as he'd uttered them in the intimate setting of your favourite café.

Almost. If he says something now, he can taken it all back. Just one word. An explanation. And he can gone back to basking in the warmth of your affection in that selfish manner that he always did.

He doesn't, though, he can't.

Not when he was starting to notice just how absorbed you were becoming with your relationship, minimising your own priorities to make sure the bond lasted, giving up applying to your dream college because it meant you'd be moving away from him.

Sure, it sounded like some heroic bullshit sacrifice in his head, like something infuriating drama protagonists do - but there was not a speck of doubt in him pertaining to the department of seeing you happy.

Even if it had come to this.

Even if losing you was the expense he had to incur to get you to love yourself more than you loved him.

Chan, however, doesn't tell you that. Knowing how stubborn you are, you'll certainly not let go without a fight.

It's easier this way, he thinks, if instead he says he can't do it anymore - and lets you believe it.

"Okay." He says, finally finding his voice and these words, he really means it, "Anything for you."

...

It's the sheer irony that baffles him.

There was a time when Minho used to mock Chan about keeping blind faith in settling down with you, pointing out that, even if it was through harmless banter, it was an absurd thing to want out of a highschool sweetheart.

And the former is also the first one to stop beating about the bush, to tell it as it is, "You're a fucking asshole." Minho says, plopping down beside him. He sounds more disappointed than angry.

A movie plays on before the pair and Minho wastes no time in stuffing his face with popcorn, flaunting that he had no intention of explaining his comment, as if it is just that obvious.

Chan remains silent, baffled by the fact that this the first time he's on the receiving end. He usually acts as the one who dishes out words of wisdom and scoldings when necessary.

When he heard you were going away for college just the next morning, he was both ecstatic and horrified. Ecstatic because things were going according to plan. Horrified because that meant he wouldn't be seeing you at all, even if chancing upon you had grown obviously less frequent than it had been when you were together. It meant he wouldn't find you lounging absently at a local café while your eye brows furrowed, fixated on a particular page, it meant that there would be no accidental brushing of shoulders when you'd end up going to Jisung's parties, it would mean completely falling off of your radar.

However, Minho's outburst acted as a vague consolation, albeit he understood it was wrong, it indicated that you weren't doing well either, it indicated that you missed him like he missed you, it meant that you still loved him.

The idea of forever and always had been embedded in his ideology too deeply to apply reason.

He is always going to love you, you are always going to love him. He knows that much. He believes that much.

That alone is enough. That has always been enough.

...

It's too early in the morning and he is positive that this is an abysmal decision.

But the little care he had for rationality, always in your department was not new.

You push a suit case out of the door, there is an Uber waiting, the sound of rain hitting pavement is at such great volume that he can hardly hear his rapid footsteps.

When you crane your neck his direction, Chan stops walking further, but he is too near to go unnoticed.

"W-What are you doing here?" The question comes from you. He notes that you almost sound...hopeful. Like you would go right back in and snuggle into the comfort of your covers if he asked, like you'd forgive him if he asked, like you'd love him despite the distance that'd keep you apart if he asked.

Chan doesn't ask.

"I just... wanted to see you off." He lies, it's taking a whole lot of self restraint to not go up to you to engulf you in his bone crushing hugs, to uproot you off of the security of your toes. He only seems to stare, feigning nonchalance.

The I'm sorry, the truth, sits atop the tip of his tongue and he inwardly promises that he'll tell you someday.

...

Chan doesn't, of course, anticipate this.

When he finally conjures up the courage to send you a follow request after bashfully asking for your username and twiddling his thumbs over your Instagram icon, the acceptance and follow back request notifications almost reduces him to a giddy child who was allowed to watch cartoons way past their bedtime. The unanticipated pleasure that comes with getting something you had no expectations whatsoever of getting.

What is more shocking, he notes, is just how much your life has changed;

or at least, seems to have changed.

There are endless photos, shots of bright neon tones of a typical college party where you're holding up a solo cup to the air and grinning big enough that your eyes are closed, Chan smiles at this.

His enjoyment is, although, quite transient when another pop up in his notification bar reminds him that you've made your most recent post just a few seconds prior.

Curiously, Chan scrolls upwards, careful not to accidentally like any old photos.

This picture is different, the premise is a concert of some sort, he can tell from the banners, the condensed congregations of people around you, mouths awkwardly paused in uttering lyrics - the disturbing part, is the long, bleached blonde stranger behind you, his gangly arms looped over your chest, your back pressed against his front, while his chin is propped up onto the gap between your neck and shoulder. There is no caption.

You look the happiest here. He knows this. The familiar childish glow of your face whenever he'd crack a dumb pun was etched vividly into his memory.

Uncharacteristically, Chan finds himself putting down the phone on the table so Jisung would notice and elaborate without him asking.

And his endeavour is satisfied, "Oh, that's Hyunjin." Jisung explains, before rolling his eyes when Chan kept looking at him to say more, "They're just friends."

It’s only when Chan lets his breath go, does he realise that he was holding it all along.

...

"Long time, eh?" You smile at him, it's an easy, carefree smile, not the tight lipped ones you'd shoot his way weeks after the breakup. That elicits a weird feeling in Chan, he wants to understand why, know what brought this change.

Were you just that happy to see him? Did you remember that your first date was also on a New Year's Day, just like today? Or was he just lingering in the past, all alone?

Even though Hyunjin's invitation to the party was a nuisance, his delayed presence sparked a hopeful event for Chan, now that you were home for the holidays, he needed a proper chance to finally tell you all that he was holding back and do anything, everything to make up for it.

He imagined all the stories from those photos on your feed, musing over your brief conversations through DMs but back in his room, with a blanket pulled to your chin, while he threw a free leg around your waist.

Chan nods slowly, rummaging through the snack shelves. "Yeah. I can't believe it's been a year already." He prepares a mental conversation in his head as he finally secures a bag of Lays.

You smile slowly, looking down at your chipped nails, "Me neither."

In the living room, a loud pop song is playing, the two of you divorced from everyone, a countdown almost commencing.

From behind the kitchen counter, Chan opens his mouth to ask you about something but can't remember what, the last ten seconds rolling to ten, nine, eight, seven -

"I've been looking everywhere for you." A foreign voice comes but the stranger, on the contrary, is not unrecognisable.

His hair is the same long blonde, he's tall, his eyes are hooded but bright with kiddish excitement, his mouth naturally pouted. And when he says this sentence to you, your face, almost immediately, lights up.

The dramatic exclamation is exaggerated with sets of long flailing arms, Chan wants to roll his eyes at the cheesiness, had it not made you laugh.

You only get to turn your body partially before Hyunjin walks over to your position, he cups your face with one hand and the other traverses to the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against him. It's as if you've completely forgotten about him, as if you're the only two people in the world and Chan, a wistful member of the audience merely permitted to have the luxury to watch.

It is then that Chan realises that Jisung was definitely misinformed. Friends don't do this, friends don't look at each other like this. six, five, four, (But he can't look away, can't look away because he has to face the music, bite the bullet, to accept it for what it is. The spectacle is only but a morbid reminder of how taking people for granted always proves to be fruitless.)

Three, two, one,

"Happy New Year." Hyunjin's mouth moves with brief soundless words, he looks like the happiest man in the world and there's not a doubt he is, with you...

And when he kisses you like that, it's anything but perfect, he keeps grinning against your mouth like he can't believe this is happening.

The lonesome spectator senses himself thinking that you've never looked a fraction of happy with him as you do with Hyunjin.

Every sound falls back into muteness, all but the ringing in Chan's ears. Every planned syllable deems his tongue to a limping, incoherent mess. He bites it down.

All Chan understands is -

there is no going back from this.

..."You know I never told you." You hold up your fingers to his face, there's a giant indent of a wedding ring against the skin. The ornament catches light and glints.

Chan hums, finding that he was just as enamoured with your smile. After all this time. "Told me what?" He asks, eyes flitting behind your head to see Hyunjin picking out your favourite drink in a memorised fashion, a matching accessory banded around his finger as he points to a menu displayed above. It's only a matter of minutes.

You giggle, as though it's the silliest thing in entire the universe, the equivalent of admitting you used to believe you'd grow a tree inside your tummy if you swallowed apple seeds, "This is going to sound stupid."

You look downright embarrassed when you press your palms against your face and gaze at him through the gaps of your fingers, then rest them back on the table, "Don't get me wrong..like, of course it hurt, at first. And I was so angry at you..." you chuckle, embarrassed, " But if we never broke up, I can't imagine where I'd be right now...if it wasn't for you I don't think I'd be the person I am today." You explain lightheartedly, it's time and familiarity that makes bringing this topic up so easy. Like it means nothing at all. "So I guess I just wanted to say...thanks?"

Chan smiles, a genuine smile, even if it has a melancholic quality to it, all he ever wanted...really was for you to be happy. And you are. Most certainly.

So he doesn't tell you more, doesn't tell you about almosts and rain hitting pavements and forever and always.

But he reaches out and pats your knuckles and says - because he means it the same still, "Anything for you."

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