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[strawb3rryw00]

im gone ♡⃛ bloo x female reader

warnings -> mentions of drug and alcohol use

synopsis -> y/n picks drunk bloo up from a party

fluff :)

~♡⃛~

Before the clock even struck 3, your phone lit up with a call from your boyfriend. “Baby~” he giggles into the phone. “I’m so gone.”

“Are you having fun?” You laugh at the slur in his voice, he knows how to put down some booze. You hear him yell at someone in the background to quiet down so he think before he answers you.

“No I’m not,” He whines. “You’re not here and theyre all mad at me for not convincing you to come. They’re so mean.” He huffs, a laugh escaping your lips. “Loopy hyung said you’re more fun to drink with.”

“After the last party, I’m good for awhile.” You hear Loopy laugh in the back ground.

“I watch the video of you jumping off the deck at least twice a week,” His voice suddenly is loud in your ear, Daniel probably having put you on speaker.

“Baby I miss you, come get me right now,” Bloo suddenly whines, earning laughs from whoever is around him.

You think about the scenario that took place before he left, a smile tugging at your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to want to stay the whole time if you weren’t there, he was always like that.

“Pick me up around 3 am?” Daniel asked, leaning over the back of your chair to squeeze your shoulders.

You didn’t want to go out tonight. You finally got over your block and have been writing lyrics for your new album all day. Bloo was going to a house party that Owen was throwing. Usually you’d be up for it, even some of your label mates were going. But Daniel never passed up a night of drinking.

“Okay baby,” You smile at him, standing up to wish him farewell. After a few moments of pecks and mumbles of ‘I love you’ and ‘Dont work to hard’, Daniel left your studio and made his way to the party.

“Right now?” You grin, beginning to close everything in your studio down so you can leave.

“Yes, right now!” He groans, you can practically hear his pout.

You slip your shoes back on, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder while you pack up your laptop. “Okay baby. I’m coming.” You smile, grabbing your phone and jingling your keys so he can hear.

“Yay!”

The drive to Owen’s house from your studio isn’t far, it takes you about 10 minutes to get there. You park next to Jay Park’s bentley, making your way around back where the party is still very lively. You can hear laughter and faint music as you push through the gate, grinning once you see the group sitting in chairs around a fire.

Despite how calm it is now, you know it was crazy not to long ago by the empty beer cans and bottles scattered around the ground as well as a neglected beer pong game.

“Y/N!” Loopy calls to you, waving you over. You don’t see Daniel so you sit in a chair and join the conversation.

Devita leans over to you with a soft smile. “Girl, I came because I thought you were gonna be here and you weren’t.” You laugh, scooting your chair closer so she can hear you.

“I was going to but I wanted to work,” You return her smile watching as she rolls her eyes with a scoff.

“She just said she was going to come but she wanted to work!” She says louder so the others can hear, a laugh erupting from her throat.

“You’re literally always in your studio.” Jay shakes his head, leaning over to say something to Owen.

“The only time i’ve ever gotten you out was when I said we should go shopping,” Devita laughs again, her face a light pink from the alcohol.

“I can’t ever pass up new clothes.” She nods in agreement.

The group reels you in the conversation. You lose track of time after talking to them for about an hour, relaxing into your chair. You regret not coming, this is always the best part of Owen’s parties; a bunch of drunk people trying to have coherent conversations around a fire.

“So, y/n is here and no one decided to come get me?” Your attention is brought to Bloo who stands in the doorway of the house; no shirt, and one sock. “You know this really hurts because now I actually feel like you guys were serious about liking her more.”

“Oh we were,” Loopy jokes, earning a laugh from the group.

“Where are your clothes baby?” You ask, watching as the drunk man makes his way over to you. He shrugs as a reply and squeezes in the chair with you. Daniel leans into your body, arms thrown lazily around you, head tucked into your neck.

He reeks of beer and you can tell he tried to mask it with cologne. “I was on the couch waiting for you,” He mumbles, playing with the rips in your jeans.

Loopy walks over with a black zip up in his hand, throwing it on Bloo. “He threw his shirt in the fire earlier because we didnt get the wood fast enough and he was cold. “ You laugh, patting Bloo’s cheeks and sighing.

You tell them a quick story of the one time he took a bath fully clothed when you both got drunk at his house. “i want to go,” he whines, tugging at your shirt. So you say your farewells, arm around Daniel’s waist while his lays across your shoulders to hold him up. He finds his shoes, his sock still lost, and you both make your way to your car parked outside.

Once you get to his apartment you help him out of his clothes and into fresh ones, watching as he crawls into his bed. He immediately curls up into his blankets. “You’re staying with me tonight right ?” he sits up, looking at you with a pout.

You nod and find clothes to wear from his closet before joining him in the bed. You open your arms for him to wiggle his way into. He’s always the little spoon when he’s drunk. He cuddles into your chest, throwing one arm over your waist.

“I love the smell of you,” his voice is muffled as he speaks, but you can feel the smile tugging on his lips. “I’m gone right now, but your scent makes me feel sober.” Bloo laughs, sliding his hand up the back of your shirt to feel your skin against his palm.

You stay quiet, knowing he’s already falling asleep. “Love you~” he hums sleepily.

“Love you-“ you coo softly into his dark hair.

He almost immediately is asleep right after, light snores escaping his lips. You turn on the tv, not feeling extremely tired yet.

Bloo sleeps on you the rest of the night, feeling comforted and safe inhaling your scent as he sleeps, the tv soon becoming background noise as you fall into slumber.

~♡⃛~

fist bloo writing <3 i luv him sm. i hope u enjoyed.

[scenariosonscenarios]

Hi I saw you mentioned Nafla using a shortened version of the N word in his song but I think he posted on his weiibo (popular Chinese social media) and stated he wouldn’t say it in the song anymore because he realized it was offensive and that it should be changed. Please don’t send him hate ❤️

Okay not to say you’re lying but I never seen him say ANYTHING about it. At the same time, I don’t use weibo so I wouldn’t know but instead of posting it there he should have posted it on Instagram, an app that has a BIG audience of BLACK people not Chinese people. I’m not sending Nafla any hate I’m simply shining light on what he did that was clearly wrong.

[richrubies]

Expensive (Nafla x Bloo x Reader)

Read Part One Here: Cheap

➳ genre: emotions

➳ masterlist

You sat with a cup of hot tea in your hands, your knees brought to your chest as you stared at the Christmas tree solemnly.

The sun was beginning to rise, giving small glimmers of sunlight through the cracks in the blinds, but otherwise you had shut the outside world out.

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The Christmas tree had started to die once you'd stopped giving it the attention it needed, and it made you somewhat gleeful knowing you'd made it just as miserable as yourself.

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Barren of ornaments and lights, anyone could have mistaken it for an odd, dying house-plant. Pine needles littered the floor, along with the weaker branches that failed to hold on any longer.

The only giveaway of its  use was the carefully wrapped gifts in your name, beneath it; evidence that he had once loved and lived here with you.

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Everything else that belonged to him had been cleared out. Now it was just you who wandered the apartment, every thought of him nothing more than a ghost locked within your mind.

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Bracing your fear of emotional confrontation, you put down your cup and moved until you were crouched in front of the tree. Grabbing the smallest gift of the little pile, you carefully unwrapped it, tears brimming your eyes as you opened the small box.

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In it sat a ring—subtle and small, as you preferred. Wistfully, you slipped it onto your finger, amazed at its perfect sizing. It was yet another symbol of the life you could have had, married to a man you did not deserve.

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Your heart thrummed with agony, and you had to beat at your chest to ease the pain. Tears threatened to fall, but what gave you the right to cry?

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It was you who had chased him away; you who had done everything wrong, and even when you'd finally told him the truth, you knew that this would be the outcome. The guilt was too heavy to bare, and starting afresh was the only thing that could make what you’d done, right.

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'Baby,' Nic had cried, on his knees begging despite it being you who should have been doing so; 'Baby, please, we can get through this.'

You too were on your knees, holding his face in the palms of your hands as you cried; 'How could you love me this much to forgive me so easily?'

His eyes were red from the tears, though you were sure you looked no better. You pressed your forehead against his and told him softly; 'I don't deserve you Nic...That's why I need to let you go. I'm only going to keep hurting you.'

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It had taken hours of tears and begging before Nicholas finally nodded his head in agreement and began his tearful exit from your life.

It had been a few weeks—long enough, at least, for the tree you'd picked out together, to die of neglect and time.

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Pulling away from the memories, you quickly swiped away the tear that fell and let out a shaky breath. Breaking his heart had been the hardest thing you’d ever had to do.

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It was for the best.

You didn't deserve him.

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Leaving the ring on your finger, you sat back down in your spot on the couch, the tea lukewarm as you took a sip.

Lost in your sad thoughts, your phone let out an alert and an unanswered message lit the screen;

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[disloopy]

the heart is deceiving pt.3

bloo

genre: angst, smut

word count: 1.4k

a/n. sorry for my long uninformed hiatus there was just so much going on. i was listening to bloo’s ep the other day and last night he was in my dream and i think that’s a sign hehe here’s pt 3

LIES. dad believed all of mine. i did feel guilty at first but now they rolled off my tongue naturally. i guess infatuation can make you do terrible things. i felt it was all worth it for daniel. seeing him tonight made me realize that.

he was seated at the far end of the diner, flirting with one of the waitresses. i could see him as the type of guy, when not tied down by a relationship, letting all these women come onto him. but when he was, it was pretty clear where his intentions lie.

daniel's ensemble boasted his luxurious lifestyle and definitely didn't harmonize with the atmosphere of the rundown diner. a green versace polo, tucked into black jeans and held together by a salvatore belt, ears filled with silver hoops and that gold chain that adorned his neck tattoo so finely.

i breathed out, straightening out my white shirt so that i might not look to drab beside him. maybe we needed to be balance out; a broke bitch with a lavish man - that didn't sound too bad.

when daniel spotted me, he waved his hand and said something to the lady which made her look over at me. her expression made it clear that she didn't think we were much of a visually pleasing combination.

"i ordered some stuff you might like," said daniel as i slid into the seat in front of him slowly. i hadn't been here in years and nothing seemed to have changed. "by the way, i got you something." he opened up a box to reveal a sleek golden cartier bangle.

"oh my god," i breathed out in shock as he handed it over to me. the bracelet didn't look right in my hand and the more i stared at it, the more it all felt surreal. "for real?"

daniel scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "you think i would get something fake for my own girl? i'm not even that low." i laughed, my eyes glued to the pretty bracelet as i slipped it onto my wrist, loving the feel.

"this is probably the most expensive thing i will ever own. thank you so much."

"ah, you know i don't like to be thanked in that manner," daniel said with a smug smile.

"then how?"

daniel pointed to his puckered lips and by that time, i showed no hesitance in leaning over to plant a longing kiss on him, being pulled towards that abyss once more as his fingers reached for my jaw, deepening the moment and sending that wildfire roaring through my veins.

i pulled away with a breath. "come on... we haven't even gotten through dinner."

"really? i was enjoying my dinner right now, actually," daniel replied, placing his elbows on the freshly wiped down table. "you're so irresistible, y/n."

"you don't have to tell me that." it showed in everything he did.

when we got our food, i was surprised about how well daniel knew my tastes. throughout the night, we found ourselves talking about random, useless things - probably the first conversation that didn't end up with our hands on each other.

after eating, we drove around in daniel's car together. i knew i had to go home soon but i was unwilling to let the night end so early. daniel stopped in front of the beach whose view at night was stunning. i happened to catch sight of the moon's reflection glimmering on the surface of the dark water. it reminded me of daniel's eyes.

we climbed onto the roof of the car and laid there, staring up at the starry sky. it was hot but the night's breeze made up for the weather. "do you do this a lot?" i asked daniel, rubbing my eyes as the wind made them tear up a bit.

"no, not at all," daniel replied with a smile. "this is my first time." somehow i expected the answer. he leaned over me, kissing my lips. i cupped his cheeks, the flavor of our dinner lingering on his tongue, before pushing him away.

"come on... there's people around," i said, quietly.

"so what?"

"they might... idunno..."

daniel sat up, crossing his legs. "you care so much about what people think... let them say this or that. it's not going to change my opinion on you." i blinked, shifting my attention to the darkening sky and so did daniel.

“i love you.”

there was this stretch of silence that seemed like a million bombs dropping at once. daniel looked over at me. “hm?”

i knew he heard but he pretended not to. “i said i... i love the way you think. i love your mind.” he smiled and ruffled my hair. 

i hadn’t seen daniel in a while. maybe my words overwhelmed him and he needed space. i gave him his space. summer school stress was taking a toll, on top of that my mind couldn’t stop questioning my relationship with daniel. 

tonight he's knocking on the glass of my window and i jump out of my seat to answer it, ecstatic after not having seen him for the past few days. "babyyy, i missed you tonight," daniel slurs, kissing me roughly with the taste of alcohol between our lips. "a party isn't a party without you."

"i wish i could have come," i told him, running my fingers through his unkempt hair. "i was stuck here studying."

"let me take you out... i haven't seen you in days." he returns with his wet kisses on my lips, down my jaw, in the crook of my neck as i lean my head outside the window just to feel them.

"i know babe," i sighed, closing my eyes as my stomach tightened at the feeling of his warm lips and the cold breeze. "my dad has a break off work so he's home more often... i don't want to raise suspicion."

"i could literally have you right now," daniel said, throwing his cigarette butt off the rooftop of the garage and reaching for another one. "not gonna lie, i've always wanted to fuck you in your bedroom."

"sweetheart, can i come in?" dad called from outside my door. mine and daniel's eyes both widened at the same time and i quickly ushered for him to get down out of view.

"uh yes come in."

i felt my heart beating fast as my dad walked into the room, furrowing his eyebrows for a second. "why is your window open?" i quickly made up a lie on spot.

"oh... i .... uh.... i thought i saw someone."

"what? that's quite creepy." he made to walk over to the window but i quickly stood in front of it, blocking his view.

"no but don't worry, it was just a... um... a car."

dad narrowed his eyes in suspicion but moved back anyway. "i just came to tell you that i'm heading to the store since we're out of milk. do you want anything?"

"i'll have a galaxy bar. drive safe, bye dad." i kissed his cheek and pushed him out the door, waiting to hear the jingle of his car keys so i could return to the window. daniel peered his head in with a grin and i smiled sheepishly.

"tsk, lying to your dad." he said, putting his cigarette in my mouth. i wasn't a smoker but refusing daniel was so difficult for me. i took a puff and returned it to him. "you're a bad, bad girl." i giggled, taking the cigarette again only to kiss his lips. "so what i look like a car to you?"

"hm? yeah cause i wanna ride you," i told him, surprising myself. daniel's lips grew into a smirk as he threw yet another cigarette butt off the roof.

"your dad's gone, you can ride me right now." he heaved himself up and climbed over the windowsill, into my room. i stood back, a little nervous.

"he won't be gone long... the store is really close," i informed daniel. "i don't think we'll have-" i was cut off with his lips crashing against mine, our bodies pressed together as daniel began to take off his jacket.

"we'll have enough time. fuck, it's hot in here." he pulled it off and then pushed me onto my bed, unbuckling his belt in record time. "take off your clothes, i'm your daddy tonight."

ppl clown fanfic writers so much sksksk i got kinda embarrassed writing too. but yk there’s so many good fics out there and that takes pure talent so make fun of them all u want but its basically an art

also the reason why i sometimes put smut in the tags even when its not smut is to attract more readers duhh thats the way of life ok

[holdmekhh]

~It’s Live~

Artist/Person : Daniel Kim/Bloo

Group/Crew : Mkit Rain/42 crew

Genre : Fluff

Word Count : 521

Request :   A scenario with Bloo on insta live with his girlfriend

His soft chuckles came from the other side of the room, his fingers gripping onto a can of beer as he tipped it back, the liquid slipping past his plump lips and down his throat. I watched with low eyes as his adams apple bobbed into his swallow. “I’m going live.” He said suddenly, picking up his phone and setting it up on the desk that he sat at, preparing everything before starting his Instagram live. “Sup guys.” He muttered, smiling widely and running a hand through his hair.

It was quiet, soft words coming from Daniel before a laugh would break through, causing me to look up and smile softly. “Have I been okay? Yeah, I’ve been great. Y/N’s been helping me a lot, too.” He glanced back, smiling at me as I sipped the nasty liquid from the can that I held lightly in my palm. “She’s my girlfriend.” My lips pulled into a smile, making him chuckle, and ran a hand through my curls. “Babe, come here.” He stated, making me look at him in question as I slowly rose from my seat on his couch. “They wanna meet you.” His voice was soft, like it normally was when he was speaking to me, as he put his hand out and pulled me to his lap. “Hi Bloo’s followers.” I smiled, eyeing the comments as they blew up with compliments. “Isn’t she the prettiest?” Daniel muttered, resting his chin on my shoulder. “’So cute’ Oh, thank you!” I giggled, reading the comments. “’You’re so gorgeous’ I’m not that pretty, trust me. This is all to makeup, god bless.” “Hey, do you wanna fight?” Daniel grumbled, nipping at my neck. “Don’t call my baby ugly.” I laughed, looking at him with dazzling eyes before leaning forward and pecking his lips. “Okay, I’m sorry.” Looking back to the comments, I scrunched my nose. “I didn’t have time to do my hair before leaving today, so it’s just been sitting on my head in a big puff. And he won’t let me tie it in a bun.” I replied to one of the viewers questions. “It’s because every time I see your hair tied up, I think of when your choking on my di-“ I cute him off with a cough. “Daniel! Stop!” I whined, lightly smacking his arm. “What?” He chuckled, making me roll my eyes.

A yawn passed through my lips as I watched the comments pass. It’s been a good hour since Daniel started the live, and though it was fun to talk to his fans, the alcohol was starting to make me tired. “’How old are you?’ I’m two years younger than Daniel.” I spoke softly, sitting up in his lap and stretching. “Okay, she’s tired. I’m going to take her home, so we can go to bed.” Daniel stated, hugging my frame close and burying his nose on my hair. “Goodnight everyone. It was nice talking to you all.” I smiled groggily, waving as he said his ‘goodbye’s, ending it soon after. “Well, that was fun…” He chuckled softly at my tired, tipsy slur of words.

[write-this-way-please]

Sometimes

Sometimes [Forever doesn’t mean forever anymore │Bloo & Nafla]

All it took was a one phone call from your usual bartender for you to come running. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night, and it didn’t matter that it was snowing. Daniel needed you. You rubbed your shoulders, taking refuge from the frigid winters and spotted him immediately at the bar. His arm around another girls’ shoulders as he leaned into her whispering. His face flushed from the alcohol and about five too many bottles lined up in front of him.

Sighing you made your way over to him, first apologizing to the bartender and paying his tab. “Thank you for calling me”

“It’s no problem...I tried calling Nafla but he was busy” he gave you that same apologetic pitiful smile that you’d come accustomed to. It was the same one your friends gave you, the same one your mother gave you. The same one you’d often find in the mirror.

You were pitiful.

“Daniel...come on...let’s go home.” you grabbed his coat.

He looked over at you dismissively before continuing his conversation with the girl. She first looked a bit surprised to see you but once he ignored you she did the same.

“Daniel I have work in the morning so let’s stop this.”

She rolled her eyes before scoffing. “Is she your sister or something?”

“Nah, don’t worry about her.”

You bit back your growing anger. “Yah! Hyeun Woong...Stop this...please...I just wanna go home.”

“Then go!” he showed you off once again. “You’re not my mother, so if you don’t wanna be here beat it…” he brushed your hand away.

“I’m not trying to be your mother-” you stopped yourself feeling your anger rise. “And I don’t wanna argue with a drunk person in public so let’s just go home.”

“Lady he doesn’t wanna go home with you.” she gave you a polite smile and you damn near snapped.

“Little girl, if you want to keep your hand you will take it off my fiance’ and get lost.”

Rather it was hearing fiance’ or the threat to her life but it seemed to be enough to make the young woman he was with uncomfortable enough to leave. “Hey, where you going? Don’t go” he sighed and looked over at you. “You happy now?” There was something about the look in his eyes that seemed to break you.

It wasn't hatred or anger...It was nothing. He was expressionless.

“What’s your deal anyway huh? It’s not like I haven't cheated before.” he downed the last of his liquor, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

You flinched at his cold words, biting back your tongue. “Let’s go.” You tossed his coat across his lap. “Put this on or you’ll get sick. It’s cold out.”

He reluctantly followed your orders, stumbling every few steps as you walked a few paces behind him. “You’re so suffocating” he groaned kicking a garbage can.

“You’re drunk. I don’t wanna talk about this now.”

“I’m always drunk.” he laughed bitterly. “It never stopped you from being a killjoy before.” he turned around and smirked. “You’re always fucking begging me to talk and open up and shit right? You’re fucking suffocating. I’m not happy.”

“You’re not even going to remember this talk in the morning.”

“You’re always fucking telling me what to do...Do this...do that...you’re not going to do this...You think I’m some toy or something-FUCK!” he yelled out into the snowy sky in frustration.” 

His yell causing you to jump for a moment. “Daniel calm down-” 

“Just leave me the fuck alone. It’s just the way I am...take it or leave it…” he scoffed. “I’d rather you leave it”

You halted in your steps and watched him walking farther away. Was that how he really felt? It wasn’t like alcohol made him a completely different person...Maybe he was just bottling it up inside. “I just want to go back to who we used to be…”

“I’m not him anymore...I haven’t been in such a long time....” he turned around, shortening the distance between you two. Staring down at you he shook his head. “You’re just too selfish to notice… All you care about is your stupid job, and this idea of getting married and having a family and I’m not that guy...I hate that...I hate this.” he laughed rolling his eyes. “That him you used to love. You killed him”

“You...you don’t mean that…” His long strides that you used to love an anticipate made you nervous. He honestly terrified you right now.

“There you go again...telling me how I feel and what I want…” he smiled softly caressing your cheek. “You wanna know something…?”

“Stop this...please...don’t look at me like that…” you pulled out of his touch, your tears falling down your cheek. It hurt too much, him touching you so lovingly. You missed it... But not like this. “Stop…”

“I regret all of it…” It broke you watching him slip his ring off his left finger and toss it into the snow between you. “How much more are you gonna make me regret?”

And was the last thing he said to you before he walked off and you let him disappear into the distance. You wandered for far too long and settled on a bench somewhere in the neighborhood. Had your love really been so one-sided? 

You thought back to the last three years or so...

From the moment you met him to the moment, he proposed.

After an evening of long meetings that you could barely even remember you drowned your sorrows at the bar downstairs from your hotel. And this handsome stranger took it upon himself to sit directly next to you despite the spacious and open bar. “Can I help you?” you raised a brow, before tossing back your drink.

“Don’t you know, beautiful women should never sit alone.” he smiled brightly seeing you chuckle at the cheesy line. “I knew you could smile.”

“I can’t even imagine the type of expression that I had that made you want to come over here and hit on me”

He shrugged “You looked like you were having a tough night. I was determined to make it better”

“You always this cocky?”

“You’ll learn it’s a part of my charm. I’m Daniel”

And you grew to be infatuated with that charm.

After countless dates, three years later you found yourself engaged to that same stranger. You smiled down at your engagement ring, his fingers lace between yours. “Isn’t it usually the woman that wears the engagement ring?” you giggled, playing with the band on his finger.

He pressed his forehead against yours, kissing the side of your mouth. “Don’t both of us have to wear wedding rings? Why should it only look like your engaged?” he smiled into you. “Besides I love jewelry and we have matching rings. I want to flaunt my fiance’”

You hugged yourself on the bench. Was it really so one-sided? Did you try to turn him into something he wasn’t?

“What the hell are you doing outside!?” Nicholas ran over to you, taking off his coat and tossing it over you.

You’d been so deep in thought you could barely even feel the cold anymore. You’d just gone numb.

When Daniel came stumbling back into the crew house drunk, cheering something about being a free man he knew he should go and check on you. He just wasn’t expecting you to be outside in the cold. He sighed. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You’re freezing.”

After a hot shower, you took a seat on the couch beside Nicholas. Surprised he hadn’t gone home during your two-hour shower. “If you’re waiting for some extravagant story as to why we broke up. I don’t have one...He dumped me that’s all.” You tugged on the sleeves of your hoodie.

“I’m not here to bagger you...I just wanted to see if you were ok…?”

“I’m not ok.” you smiled a little too brightly. “But maybe I should be, right? This past year has been pretty bad. I must have looked so stupid… Always having to make sure he wasn’t cheating on me...Always dropping everything to go pick him up at a bar or a club… Begging him to not sleep with someone else...I’m pathetic…”

“You were in love.”

You choked back a sob and looked at him. “I know...but why wasn’t he…?”

“You can’t blame yourself for what he did…”

“You’ve known him longer than I have...Did...Did I really change him? Did I force my wants on him…?

“No one changes anybody. You can’t force anybody to do anything...I think his ideas were changing because of you...He’s never been the type to want marriage. Or at least talked about wanting it. So when he proposed we thought he was just growing up. Maybe being the man he thought you wanted...and when that thought caught up to him he got scared and lashed out.”

“I just don’t get how he can fall out of love… What was I supposed to do…? What didn’t I do…?”

“Maybe you were holding on to something that wasn’t there anymore...How happy have you been these past few months? Crying all the time...worried about him...That wasn’t who you were-” he gasped as you pushed him over, pinning him down with all your strength. “What are you doing…?”

You straddled him, your damp hair occasionally dripping as you peered down at him. You tried to find the words or at least the actions to follow this but you froze. He watched you hesitate as if looking for the courage. “What are you-” you silenced him with a kiss. One that was too strong, too rough, too sloppy, and too desperate. You gripped his wrist with everything you had as you tried to deepen the kiss. It was clumsy, filled with gasps for air and teeth clashing. He responded if only for a moment before pushing you away by your shoulders. “Stop”

“But-”

“You don’t want me....And I’m not trying to be a rebound.”

It was like the moment he held you back your reality set in. Your sob broke as you held your face in your hands, hoping you could salvage what was left of your dignity. How many times could you take being rejected tonight? “See...It is me...you don’t find me attractive either.”

“Don’t find you attra-!? Look you’re my best friend’s g-”

“Nothing. I’m his nothing. I’m nothing to him.” you shot a glare at him. “I’m nothing”

“Stop this…” he pulled you closer shushing you. “You’re just heartbroken.”

“You’re damn right I’m heartbroken. My fiance’ dumped me because he fell out of love with me...What’s wrong with me!” you sobbed into his chest.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you…” he pulled you into a warm hug.

“Then why doesn’t he want me anymore…?” All he could do was shush you and rub your back. It didn’t take you long to tire yourself out. You were already emotionally and physically exhausted, this was just the last straw.

To Be Continued...

Whaaaaa another series coming at you with the Mkit Rain kids~ If you liked it lemme knowwwww <3 Love you guys

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When he stares deeply into your eyes.

[sweeter-fantasy]

Kitties to Love

Nafla x reader

genre: fluff, romance

synopsis: friends to lovers, I don’t really know what else to say

word count: 707

a/n: I honestly never read anything about him, and I don’t know much about, I just like his music and I hope you will like it 😊

You were sure you had the worst week ever. Your coworkers were being extra annoying and mean, you were caught in the rain, a car splashed you and ruined your favorite shirt, you fought with your parents, and got a parking ticket because of your work. 

You were on the verge of crying from frustration when you heard a knock on your door. You got up, trying not to stumble over the random objects on the floor. 

You opened the door to see your best friend’s red fluffy hair, and before you could say a word he was already in the middle of your living room, hands on his hips, a confused look on his face.

“What’s with all the mess here?” he laughed, walking towards the kitchen, careful not to stumble over anything.

“I may have, accidentally, sort of, adopted five cats?”

“Excuse me? How do you accidentally adopt five cats?”

“Well, I had a bad week at work, so I decided to pass by that one cat cafe next to work, and they offered me to adopt one, and I thought it would be a good idea,” you said while trying to organize the living room, “but I couldn’t just choose one, I mean look at them! They’re so cute! And the owner said that they came from the same litter and that they’re always together! I couldn’t just separate them, Nicholas!”

“Oh y/n what am I going to do with you?” he laughed while taking food out of your fridge.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m completely normal-” you rolled your eyes at his comment, only then noticing his actions “-what are you doing?”

“You said you had a bad week, so I’m making you something tasty to chill out. Now when am I going to meet these kitties?”

“They’re asleep on my bed, so maybe a little later when they’ll be hungry.”

While Nicholas was cooking dinner, you were telling him about your week, he was telling you about his. You were eating and laughing until you heard a chorus of cute meows coming towards where you were sitting.

“Hey babies,” you cooed, moving to sit on the floor and pet the kittens, “did we wake you up? I’m so sorry my babies.”

Nicholas’s laugh reminded you he was still in the room. You turned to him and grinned.

“I promised to introduce you to them,” you giggled, picking each one of the cats, kissing their heads and showing them to Nicholas, “this is Mr. Mittens, that’s Lady Tulip, this is Tofu, Cookie Monster, and last but not least, John.” 

Nicholas looked at you, smiling widely as you cooed at your cats, knowing they got the best kittie parent in the world. He felt so content being there with you, wishing he could spend every evening with you.

“Hey, y/n, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” you sat in front of him, noticing his sudden serious tone.

“Well, here goes nothing,” he sighed deeply, “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

You looked at him, your mouth hung open, not knowing where to look, or what to think. The room was silent.

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you, forget about it, I should leave, goodnight,” he got up, grabbing his jacket and going towards the door.

“No! Nicholas wait!” you stood up as quickly as you could, practically slamming into him as you hugged him from behind, stopping him from getting to the door.

“Don’t leave, please,” your voice came out muffled as your face was squashed against his back, “I think I’m in love with you too, please stay.”

“Wait, what?” he turned to you, holding you at arm’s length.

“I love you, but why are you terrified?”

“Your reaction, I was terrified you wouldn’t love me back, and what if people found out, and what if-” “-shut up Nicholas, don’t be an idiot, of course I would love you back, and screw what others think!”

Nicholas hugged you tightly, whispering ‘I love you’ in your ear, and for the rest of the night you didn’t stop smiling, your week may have been shitty, but it ended in the best way possible.

[fanxyblog]

Masterlist

(IT’S NOT A MASTERLIST OF PEOPLE I WRITE FOR)

AOMG/H1GHR MUSIC

I'VE MISSED YOU~ Jay Park

I'M TOO LAZY ~ pH-1

MY LIPS ARE LIKE SKITTLES ~ pH-1

YOU ARE SPILLING WATER EVERYWHERE ~ pH-1

WE ARE A FAMILY~ pH-1

KISS CAM ~ pH-1

I'M STUPID ~ SIK-K

IT'S ABOUT SEX ~ SIK-K

ALL IT TOOK WAS ME FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS ~ SIK-K

I'M JUST NOT HER ~ SIK-K

I WANT TO MARRY YOU SOMEDAY ~ WOODIE GOCHILD

THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN - BIG NAUGHTY

AMBITION MUSIK

IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU ~WAYCHED

I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU ~ ASH ISLAND

GOODBYE JINYOUNG~ ASH ISLAND

I JUST LIKE YOU ,OKAY ? ~ HASH SWAN

YOU HAVE FLOUR ON YOUR FOREHEAD ~ HASH SWAN

THERE IS TWO !?~LEELLAMARZ

I WANT TO STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER~ KEEM HYOEUN

WE’RE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE KIDS ~ ASH ISLAND 

DPR

NO MONEY IS WORTH LOOSING YOU~ DPR REM

SHE'S BUSY RIGHT NOW, CAN'T YOU SEE?- CHRISTIAN YU

YOU ARE MINE FOREVER ~ CHRISTIAN YU

IAN'S BOOBS ~ DPR LIVE

MKIT RAIN

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN~ BLOO

I WANT TO BE BETTER FOR YOU~ BLOO

WE ARE NOT WATCHING NOTEBOOK AGAIN - BLOO

FANXY CHILD

LET'S FIX IT TOGHETER ~ DEAN

OTHERS

LET'S GET TO THE MAKING PART ~ MONSTER WOO

JEALOUSY LOOKS GOOD ON YOU ~ BEWHY

YOUR LIPS TASTE LIKE CHERRY ~ OLLTII

I LOVE YOU ~ COOGIE

THERE IS NO WAY THAT WAS 5 SECONDS ~ XYDO

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Thighs – Bloo

request : [Can you do like a smut fluff thingy where the reader is self conscious and bloo solves it 👉🏼👈🏼]

genre : fluff, smutish

tw : body dismorphia

a/n : it wont let me add gifs or anything, im sorry this looks so dull

The jeans that you once wore proudly making you feel sexier than ever, now make you feel more insecure as ever. Your thighs looked chubbier, your hips looked fuller. As you stared at yourself in disappointment about to shed tears, you hear Daniel coming up into your room.

"Babe, are you almost done..." He asks but drifted his words after realizing something was wrong. Before he could look at you in the eyes directly you walk away to look for something else to wear.

Hiding the anger in yourself, you quickly look for your favorite baggy jeans, "Yeah, let me find my other jeans," you tried changing the tone in your voice.

Daniel stood there trying to figure out what to say, "Y/n..." he asked walking over to you, noticing your still trying to hide your face from him. Once you find the jeans that didn't make you feel so insecure, you walk away taking off the tight jeans in discomfort of your own body. Accidentally taking a glance at yourself in front of the mirror, you sighed and looked the other way. Daniel walks over to you taking you by the hands, "Babe, what's wrong," he asked.

You avoid looking into his eyes or letting this conversation get too deep because you don't want to cry about in front of him. "I just look fat..." you laughed it off as if it was really funny.

Daniel gasped, "What the hell are you talking about" he exclaimed pulling you into a hug and walking you over to the edge of your bed, laying you down as he stayed between your legs. He filled your face with kisses, "you're so sexy what are you talking about".

Giggling at the feeling, your try to get your words out, "My legs look so fat," you tried saying.

Making his way down to your thighs, "I beg to differ, I see nothing wrong with them" he said as he kissed his way up your knees. He lowered down to his knees on the edge of the bed, making his way to the inside of your thighs.

You laid there trying to reach for his hand, "Daniel, were going to be late," you tried your best not to let out a moan.

His kiss will turn into hickeys tomorrow, "yeah?" He asks as he makes eye contact with you while he sucks on the insides of your thighs. Daniel sighs, standing up to lean over for a kiss. But his sneaky hands make they're way to your hips, slowly sliding your panties off. "I rather do this than to go to a lame party. Don't you think this would be more entertaining"

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bloo (daniel) masterlist <3

scenarios

im gone -> y/n picks drunk bloo up from a party (fluff)

series

honey with henny (gang!au) -> looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you, y/n, meets bloo; looks like he could kill you but is a cinnamon roll (coming soon)

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Taking care of their morning wood (mkit rain)

So I suddenly thought of this and had to right it ofc

This was sitting in my drafts from literally two years ago oml

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Nafla: he would feel your plush lips and warm mouth working on his hard on in his sleep, gently stirring as he woke up. I think he'd be surprised but at the same time not really and instead of stopping you he'd let you have all the fun you want.

"You're doing so good keep going"

Loopy: he's be muttering cuss words in his sleep as you stroked his member, tongue licking at his head teasingly. As soon as his eyes open he'd desperately want more of what you were offering.

"Come on girl, I know you can give me more than that"

Owen: he'd open his eyes in pure shock, head shooting up as he watched you with half of his girth already in you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Damn baby girl you couldn't wait?"

Young west: he'd be pretty amused to seeing you pumping his length when he woke up. A chuckle coming from him as he layed back enjoying the special treatment. All in all he wouldn't be too shy about the situation.

"Since you started you should keep going"

Bloo: deep moans that echoed through the room would come from him as you teased his tip, a string of profanities coming from him as you played around with his hardness.

"You better finish what you started"

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Ex (Loopy x Reader)

➳ genre: angst

➳ masterlist

You let out a heavy sigh as your screen lit up for the 5th time that evening, the number calling was unnamed. Despite it being two months since the break-up, his number was engraved into your brain, making it impossible to forget who was on the other end of the line.

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‘Answer it,’ your date says with a shy smile. Seonkyu was someone your friend had introduced you too; an accountant at her firm, and while this was your fourth date together, he was still the same — quiet and polite, as if he were afraid he was going to mess up. He was your opposite in almost every way, including your work place where you’d become accustomed to the chaos and noise of your tiny creatives studio.

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He was up before you could protest, your phone ringing again as you watched him walk towards the bar. Hesitating, you contemplated ignoring the call but knew that it would probably get worse the longer you left it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

‘Hello?’ You answer tiredly.

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‘Come meet me, I need you,’ comes Jinyoung rasp, a telltale that he’d been drinking.

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You could feel an ache in your chest — the feeling of when your emotions became too much for you to handle that they dared to burst at any given second.

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His words were a bitter reminder of why you two had broken up.

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‘Baby, please,’ he all but whimpers as you tried to string together a response.

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It took everything that you had to keep yourself put, your grip on the edge of the table tight as you responded quietly, ‘I can’t, Jin...you know I can’t. Please stop calling me.’

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‘I miss you,’ he sniffled back, ‘Baby please, I know I was wrong…I just...Please, Y/N, I need to see you!’

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You wondered how many times you’d heard this line, how many times you’d felt this way. You wondered how many times you’d ignored your gut instinct, desperate to be loved by a man who didn’t know what love was.

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It had to be a lot, considering you’d lost count over the span of your 18 month relationship with Jinyoung. If you could even call it a relationship when it was more a toxic friends-with-benefits type of thing.

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‘I love you,’ he cries down the phone, his tone desperate and sloppy as if the alcohol had really begun to set in.

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‘Don’t say something you don’t mean Jinyoung,’ you tell him tiredly, glancing towards where Seonkyu was helping a woman pick up things that had dropped from her bag, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips before turning back to the conversation at hand, ‘You never wanted all of me Jin. It was only ever about the sex for you.’

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‘That’s not true! You and I are perfect for each other! We match in every way. Please Y/N, just come and see me!’

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With a wrenched heart you gave him your final response, ‘Maybe I need something that’s different than us, than you...Someone who doesn’t call me late at night simply to screw, and leads me on for months with false promises of commitment...Someone who actually cares.’

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‘I do car—,’ Jinyoung was cut off by a familiar voice in the background, ‘형, who are you talking too?’

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There was a rustling of noise before a curse was let out on the other side and Nicholas spoke clearly through the phone, ‘Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. We told him to stop calling you!’

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‘It’s okay,’ you say with a small sigh of relief at Nicholas’ intervention.

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‘It’s really not,’ Nic says before cursing again, excusing himself to scuffle with Jinyoung and winning thanks to his sobriety.

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‘Look, I’ve got to deal with this. He’s out of control. Sorry again, Y/N. I’ll make sure that he doesn’t call again.’

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The promise both frightened and relieved you at the same time, a twisted emotion that you knew came with the territory of ending all ties with an ex.

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Croaking out a ‘thank you’, you were seconds away from hanging up when you asked Nicholas quietly, ‘Take care of him for me, Nic...Despite it all, I really loved him.’

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‘I know you did, Y/N. And I will.’

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The call ended just as a tear sprung to your eye. You wiped it away quickly, refusing to shed another one for Jinyoung.

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Seonkyu joined you moments later, handing you your drink with a nervous shake, ‘Everything okay?’

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‘It will be,’ you tell him, a small smile on your lips as he cutely, nervously, fidgeted across from you. Changing the topic smoothly, ready for something new in more ways than one, you implore, ‘So, tell me more about yourself…’

[disloopy]

remedy for a broken heart pt.2

nafla

genre: angst

word count: 3k

a/n. i’m sorry this look on nafla is superior don’t try to convince me otherwise. this part is soooo long im sorry but i hope its a good finish since you guys have been waiting forever for it.

                                 with a little bit of this, with a little bit of that we gon be alright

Nicholas sighed in exhaustion, plopping down on the couch next to you. The current state of the small studio he shared with the rest of the boys reflected upon the amount of time he spent there, working on songs but never finding one that seemed to qualify his ideals.

“What are the stakes?”

“Hm?”

“I mean if I quite music... can I live?”

You turned to him, setting your phone aside. “Ask yourself... you’re the one who said music is your life.”

“I know... but I’m afraid people here won’t accept me cause I’m not one of their own.”

You laughed. “Babe, it’s always hard at first, I’m sure they’ll eventually learn how amazing you are and will look past the differences.”

“You know,” Nicholas murmured. “Jinyoung hyung suggested we go to Korea for a a while.” He knew he had peaked your interest with those words. “He knows some people there. If we can start a stable career, then it won’t be too hard when we come back here.”

You smiled with a bright “that sounds great!” but there was a hint of worry in your eyes. Nicholas liked that. “Jinyoung is always reliable, isn’t he?” you said, looking away for a second. Nicholas nodded in agreement; trusting Jinyoung would be the only right thing to do in any situation.

“So are you all going?”

“Me and hyung are gonna fly out first, then we’ll get the others to come.” You didn’t say anything for a while so Nicholas reached over to clutch your hand. “When I get back, you’ll be dating a real rapper.” He hoped these words could at least be somewhat comforting to you.

“I already see you as a real artist,” you told him with a smile.

“Dude, what’s the deal?” asked Daniel, walking into Nicholas’s room as he was getting dressed for the day. “Mina just asked me if she can stay in the guest bedroom for the rest of the trip... did y’all fight?”

“We broke up,” Nicholas told him plainly.

“What?” Daniel couldn’t hide his shock. “We literally here to relax and you guys went ahead and made your own drama.”

Nicholas sighed in irritation. “Daniel, I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” The younger boy fell silent, and put his hands in his pockets, staring at the floor. 

“Well damn... so did y’all break up break up or...” Nicholas knew he was referring to the ‘incident’ with you . It wasn’t something he was proud of, the fact that all his friends, who were avid supporters of you, were conscious of the whole thing. 

“Fuck... I don’t know. Girls are so complicated.”

Daniel pressed his lips together. “Really, I think you’re complicated.” The two boys chuckled quietly, unsure of what was funny. “So you still up for tonight?”

“I don’t think it’ll be good if I came.. since Mina...”

“Bro, she’s coming too.”

“Alright, I’ll think about it.”

As Daniel was leaving the room, Nicholas asked him to keep quiet about the whole situation to which he respectfully obliged. Daniel was known to have a big mouth but he was also trustworthy and always had his friends best interests at heart. And with that thought, Nicholas found it might be easier to forget about everything and have a fun night out with the boys instead of moping around like this. His friends would be by his side anyway and maybe that’s what he needed at the moment.

Nicholas left the solace of his bedroom to join the rest outside. “Yo, Mina, I got smth for you,” said Jinyoung, walking over to where she sat next to Daniel. She looked up from her phone, trying to peer around Jinyoung to see what he had hidden behind his back. Nicholas also watched, trying not to look too unhappy.

“You know how you love Post Malone? Well, he’s in the city, performing tonight and we got you tickets.”

Nicholas saw Mina’s expression brighten  as she took the tickets from Jinyoung and jumped up, shaking her hips in delight.

“Oh my gosh, you’re the best!” She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Daniel pulled her back onto the couch.

“Don’t get too excited, you’re going with Owen.”

Mina’s lips parted and she rolled her eyes. “Ugh, are you serious?”

“I heard that!” Owen called from the kitchen to which Mina gave Daniel a sheepish look and he grinned, ruffling her hair. 

Rather than being envious of the way his friends treated her, Nicholas found himself feeling sympathetic. Mina had a way of hiding her emotions ― much like you ― and she was too obviously pretending she didn’t care about what had happened earlier that morning. Her pretense had worked for her in the past but Nicholas knew her too well. 

That night, Jinyoung and Daniel came into Nicholas’s room, informing him that they were leaving and if he’d like to join. “Can I come a bit later? I’m just not feeling it right now,” Nicholas told them, hiding away under his covers where he had been napping in all afternoon after a tiring shopping session with daniel. 

“Bro, you’ve been sleeping all day, what’s wrong with you,” said Daniel, trying to pull his blankets off but Nicholas held on to them tightly in fear his friends might see his phone open to your instagram page which he had been scrolling through for the past hour.

Jinyoung just sighed. “Daniel, leave it. Don’t force him to come.” Nicholas looked at him with grateful eyes and Jinyoung nodded. “I actually gave Mina those tickets so she’d leave you alone tonight,” he chuckled and Nicholas threw a pillow at him. “But you can join us whenever you’d like.”

“Thank you, hyung.”

When everyone left, the house was quiet and Nicholas hated how lonely he felt right now, but he brought it upon himself . He reached for his phone again, refreshing your instagram page to see that you had updated your story. 

Hesitantly, he brought his thumb on top of your profile picture, swallowing hard as your story opened up to reveal a picture of you with your arm draped around an unfamiliar girl, a bottle in your hand, your trademark million dollar smile plastered across your pretty face. You had tagged “Avalon Club” and Nicholas realized it was the same club his friends were going to. That’s why Daniel wanted me to come so bad.

Nicholas closed the story and went through your instagram posts once again. You had changed a lot and the posts showed it clearly. There was a gap in dates wherein you hadn’t posted at all and the posts from before the gap were of him and you, years of memories locked in a couple photos that had been buried under the more recent ones of you looking happier.

“Call when you land, alright?” you said, pulling away from the hug with Jinyoung. You asked him since you knew Nicholas would pass out and forget by the time they go to Korea.

“Don’t worry, I will,” Jinyoung replied, fixing his beanie that had almost fallen off from the contact. You finally moved to Nicholas who was waiting for you with open arms. He pulled you against him, burying his face in your hair ― little did he know, it would be the last time he’d get to do so.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you told him with a little pout. Nicholas saw that you were trying hard to hold in your tears and he pulled you closer again so the others wouldn’t see. “Don’t you forget about me while you’re there, okay?”

He moved back, cupping your cheeks. “How could I ever forget about you?”

But the truth is he could, and he did. After going to Korea, Nicholas found himself busier than he would have expected. He made sure to keep you updated for the first couple weeks but after one or two hectic months, he couldn’t find motivation to pick up his phone and call you. His busy schedule kept him occupied but even when he was free, it seemed there was no time for you.

Besides that, Nicholas’s new life presented him with extravagances he could never have imagined of in a thousand lifetimes, nor could he refuse them. Although he had done a very selfish deed and couldn’t muster up the courage to face you after that. 

But the girls that went back and forth from Nicholas’s room didn’t pass without the knowledge of his friends who thought he was being sus and questioned him about it. “Did you break up with Y/N?” asked Jinyoung.

“Uhhh...”

Jinyoung shook his head. “I did not expect this from you... seeing how attached you were to her, I thought you’d be begging to go back to America everyday.”

“Calm down, she’s prolly in another guy’s pants right now too.”

But both men knew you weren’t like that. Nicholas didn’t bother sending a breakup text because you had probably forgotten about him as well. However, you didn’t feel that way at all.

When the crew returned to America after gaining some popularity, you were still there, hitting nicholas up with instagram messages which he didn’t find it in himself to even open because at this point, ignorance was bliss. 

And it seemed like the eye contact he made with you on his first American stage spoke a thousand words, none that either of you could ever speak to each other. To this day, that look still haunted him. It wasn’t any normal “breakup” if you can even call it that. Because sometimes, he found a part of himself was still with you.

Nicholas must have watched your story about a million times, staring at the picture of you for so long his eyes began to hurt. He couldn’t stay here any more. He was pathetic.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Daniel smirked when Nicholas finally arrived at the club. He had already drowned his self-pity in a few drinks when Daniel and Jinyoung found him seated at the bar.

“Having fun?”

“We should be asking you that,” said Jinyoung, propping his elbow on top of the counter. “You look down... was it Mina?” At this, Nicholas’s head snapped toward Daniel who shook his head quickly.

“I didn’t say anything, I swear.”

“Mina told us you guys were having a fight in the car while we were dropping her off,” Jinyoung explained. “What’s gotten into you?”

Nicholas sighed. “Yeah... it was my fault not hers. Did she tell you we broke up?” His relationship with her was on a thin line.

“Uh no, she said you guys were ‘on a break’ or sum like that.”

Though slightly disappointed, Nicholas was relieved that she didn’t want to leave him altogether. His heart already felt weak at the thought of losing yet someone important in his life again.

“By the way... Y/N’s here,” Daniel said quietly. “We wanted to tell you so it doesn’t turn out like last time.” Nicholas faked surprise but in reality, he knew all too well your whereabouts. 

“That’s nice... I don’t really feel like talking to her right now, though.”

“I guess you gotta tell her that yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat, getting up from his seat. “Don’t look now but she’s walking right towards us.” Nicholas froze. That means you were probably right behind him. Nicholas and Daniel smiled and waved at you over Nicholas’s head and then gave him a look before walking away.

“Hey stranger.” Your voice was soft, almost like a melodic tune. He hadn’t heard it in what felt like ages.

Nicholas turned around. “Y/N! I haven’t seen you in forever! Wow, I can’t believe you’re here!” Was that too much? Who cared, he’d already messed up whatever image of himself you had in your mind. You hugged him but it felt like the distance between you two increased and it was like he couldn’t even feel you.

“I came to your concert but I guess your friends didn’t tell you I was there,” you said, sitting down in the seat next to him. “I figured if you did see me, you would have talked to me but you didn’t so...” 

Nicholas laughed in embarrassment but inside a piece of him died. It seemed he had been too obvious with his hesitation. Or maybe he was just an asshole. The latter seemed quite accurate. 

“Anyway, you are you?”

A mess, Nicholas could reply. But instead he said, “I’m good... I mean, I’m better than better.” 

“How’s life as a celebrity?” you asked, laughing. Nicholas couldn’t bring himself to look at you but your laugh felt like medicine all it’s own.

“Wellll, I don’t really feel like one.”

“Really? You sure do act like one.” You murmured the last part. Was this your way of saying ‘fuck you’ to Nicholas? Perhaps Nicholas was thinking about it too much. He needed to drink a little more.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked and you shook your head. 

“Nah, I was leaving with my friends right now actually... then I saw you.” You started to get up, taking your bag with you. “I’ll see you around then.” 

You can’t seriously let her leave like this, Nicholas thought to himself as his chest tightened. This may or may not be the last time he’d get to see you. A part of him wanted to remain that selfish and stupid self and let you go your way, as if just seeing you was closure enough.

But it wasn’t. The conversation was riddled with tension and if he hadn’t known any better, you were surely throwing shade at him for what he had done. If this was the only way to get rid of the guilt, Nicholas had to at least try.

He gulped down whatever was left in his glass and then stopped you. “Wait, Y/N! You got a minute?” You shrugged, sitting back down, clutching your purse tightly. Nicholas took a deep breath. 

“Listen... I don’t want to do this all over again,” he said quietly. “I just want to say I’m so sorry for being the worst boyfriend ever... and for being a dick and-”

“Nick,” you said, cutting him off. “I forgive you.” Nicholas fell silent. Those three words didn’t give him the relief he thought he’d get. A lot of him thought that you’d tell him you missed him and that you waited for him all this time and that you still love him. 

But none of that came. 

“Seriously...? Just... like that?”

You pressed your lips together. “I mean, what do you want me to say? That I still have feelings for you and I want to get back together?”

It sounded weird out loud the more Nicholas thought about it. “I just wanted closure... I mean, I’ve been kinda thinking about it and it was unfair to you.”

“Just forget it, Nicholas. You said you were ‘better than better’, what now?”

“Maybe I was lying,” he murmured and like that the stony expression on your face crumbled, softened to your glowing features as you stared at the glass surface of the counter.

“Maybe I’m lying too,” you said. “I mean, I know I said I forgave you but sometimes, I sit down thinking of you and I hate you.” Nicholas chewed on the bottom of his lip as you spoke. All this time he’d been worrying about his feeling and his guilt that he never thought about you.

“I hate you for not coming back for me when you promised me you would. But you know what, you have new friends, a new girl, a new life... who am I to tell you you can’t enjoy that?” You sat back and then looked at Nicholas and Nicholas looked back at you. It was the first time you two made direct eye contact and it didn’t feel like a knife piercing through him. 

“The last time we were together, I couldn’t help thinking of the future and...” you swallowed hard, taking Nicholas’s hands in yours. Your hands were just as soft as Nicholas remembered. “I knew that this would happen because I know you, Nick. I still let you go and maybe it was stupid but I was right.”

Nicholas held your hands tightly. “I wish that I could go back and change things... I swear I’m not like that any more.”

“Maybe you’re not,” you said, reaching up to touch the side of his face. “I hated you for what you did but I admire you for being able to sit here right now and at least tell me how you feel, even if it’s two years later. You’re not who you used to be, I know that.”

“That’s all I want,” Nicholas whispered. “To know that you don’t hate me.” You smiled and exhaled softly.

“I don’t. And I’m not holding this above you, Nick. We were so good together but we ended and that’s fine too. The best way to move on, though, is to let go of what you can’t control, let go of the past, Nicholas. The universe will align itself.” 

There were some days when Nicholas felt suffocated just thinking about you.You two didn’t end on good terms, if you had ended properly at all. But if this was the last goodbye, then Nicholas felt himself healing a little bit. 

You slid off your seat and kissed Nicholas’s lips. He couldn’t give in and kiss you back, but neither did he have the strength to pull away.

“There. Now we officially broke up,” you giggled, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Maybe I’ll see you later, or maybe I won’t. Don’t beat yourself up over me.” You began to leave with your friends and turned around one last time to wave goodbye. 

It felt like a certain weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Nicholas didn’t feel guilty anymore, the chains around his ankles were finally free. 

He took out his phone and texted Mina. “I’m sorry for everything.” Nicholas got a reply almost immediately, giving him the impression that Mina might have been thinking of him too.

She texted. “I know, love.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[holdmekhh]

Whipped

Artist/Person : Daniel Kim/Bloo

Group/Crew : Mkit Rain/42 crew

Genre : Fluff

Word Count : 506

Request :   Hi! Can I request a fluff scenario about Bloo being clingy on you in front of the 42 crew? And the boys are teasing you guys. Thank you very much, I really love your blog💕💕

Another giggle left my lips as I pulled back from the attack of kisses that was being littered onto my face. Scrunching my nose up, I looked at the grinning boy in front of me with crinkled eyes. “What are you on?” I giggle, only for him to shake his head. “I’m completely sober.” His grin widened as he pulled me close again, placing a few chaste kisses on my lips. “You sure? You’re never like this in public…” I muttered the end against his mouth as he pulled me in for a passionate kiss, our lips locking into each other’s for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I missed you…” His voice is soft, well as soft as his gravelly voice could get, as he mumbled into my skin.

“Hey-Awe look at the cute couple!” Neil teased, Andy and Niahn coming in right after him. I blushed, shyly waving to the three older men before curling into my boyfriend. “Hey, Y/N.” The all shouted in unison, before taking a seat on the couch across from your two forms.

“Danny…” I mutter, tapping the boys shoulder. No response. “Daniel. Babe…” I shake him softly, only getting a soft whine in response. “Babe, my arms falling asleep.” I whine out, leaning my head against his only for him to pull back. “I’m sorry…” He mumbles, pulling you into his chest and leaning back.  I giggled as he wrapped both around me, burying his face in my hair, incoherently muttering something into it. “I didn’t our Bloo was so cuddly.” Andy’s voice broke the rather silent room, making the other chuckle. “Me either. Aren’t you supposed to be this bad boy? I guess your fans were right you’re a softy.” I laughed softly at that, delving deeper into his embrace.

At some point, I’d fallen asleep against his chest, but I was awakened by continuous groans in my ear followed by loud laughs.  “Shut up, she’s sleeping.” The voice of my boyfriend came out in a hiss, only making them laugh harder. Sighing softly, I pushed deeper into his form and smiled softly when he pecked the crown of my head before running his fingers over my back. “But seriously, what’s with you today? I never knew you could be clingy.” Another voice stated, but it wasn’t one of the other three. Slowly, I shifted and turned. I made eye contact with Nicholas, chuckling with grinned at me and waved. “Hey guys.” I rasped out, starting to sit up only for Bloo’s arms to tighten around my form. “I have to go to the bathroom…” I muttered to him as I grabbed his hands, pulling them back from around my waist. “Don’t go- “He whined, pouting as I got up from the seat and stretching. “I’ll be back.” I giggled as I walked out of the room and down the hall. “You’re so fucking whipped.” Andy exclaimed loudly before the loud laughs from the others erupted.