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xomakara · 7 months

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Physical Therapy

SUMMARY | Haechan sprained his ankle and is staying at the hospital. Being very horny and needy, he asks his pretty nurse for special treatment… PAIRINGS | Haechan/Fem!Reader GENRE | smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, public sex, nurse/patient RATING | Mature LENGTH | 2,366 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Fuck, why do I have so many one-shots saved in my computer? Anywho, I hope you enjoy :)

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“Haechan, you are an idiot.”

“…Shut up.”

“I can’t believe you sprained it.”

“…I said shut up.”

“You are such an attention whore. Now you have to stay in the hospital. How does it feel?”

“Guys! Will you shut up! Geez, it’s not my fault!” Haechan yelled at his friends. Leave it to Haechan to sprain his ankle before tonight’s party.

“Actually it is. You’re the one who wanted to impress that pretty girl.” Renjun said, raising both his brows at him. All because he wanted to show off his dance moves. Which really didn't make sense, since Haechan was a great dancer.

"I thought you were trying to impress that girl?" Chenle asked Renjun as he passed some soup to Haechan. “Weren’t you trying to serenade her in Chinese?”

"What are you talking about?" Renjun rolled his eyes, the others laughing. “I did no such thing.”

"How in the world could you sprain your ankle?!" Mark questioned, fussing over the younger man. "Dude."

"Should I keep you company?" Jisung asked.

“Good news is that my cousin is coming over to visit later! I'll bring you some of her homemade food later, since I know you all love her cooking. Have fun at the hospital.” Jaemin said happily, waving at Haechan before walking with the rest of his friends out of the hospital room.

Haechan gave them a surprise look. “Wait, you guys are going to leave me?!”

“….yes?” Jeno said, not sure if that question was a trick or not.

"We'll visit you tommorow, Haechan." Renjun nodded, reassuring him.

Haechan grumbled and glared at them. He crossed his arms. “Fine, leave me. Some friends you guys are. Can't believe you would leave.”

"Ahw, you'll be fine Haechan." Mark chuckled, patting him on the head. “Some of the nurses here are really pretty, you know?”

“We’ll tell them to take good care of you!” Jeno called out.

"Yeah, you'll be fine!" Jisung exclaimed.

"Recover fast! Haechannie fighting!" Jaemin pumped his fist in a victory pose.

Chenle waved and gave him a small smile. “Bye Haechan! Have fun at the hospital!”

"Guyssss!" Haechan whined, hoping that one of his friends would at least stay with him.

Haechan sighed once his friends left. Now who was going to give him the attention he needed? It wasn’t his fault that he wanted to show off his nice, smooth moves to that pretty girl. He wanted to get a chance to maybe…score something tonight.

Damn it.

There goes his chance of fucking a pretty girl.

He started to watch some TV. The hospital wasn’t that bad since he had a room to himself. The door opened again, and a very pretty woman entered his room. She was wearing a nurse outfit, showing off her generous cleavage.

She gave him a cute smile.

“Hi there, I'm Na Y/N. I’ll be your nurse for tonight. If you need anything, just press the button.” You said, pointing at the button that was on the dresser.

Haechan looked at you up and down before giving you a smirk.

Oh yeah, he definitely loved the hospital now.

“Y/N, huh? Wait… Are you Na Jaemin’s cousin?” He asked, his eyes wide. “You’re the cousin that cooks all those delicious food for Jaemin, huh?”

“Oh, you know Jaemin?” You asked him.

“Yeah, we’re friends.” Haechan nodded. “I’m Haechan. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh! The one with the sweet yet unique voice whenever he sings? It’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” You smiled at him. “Was Jaemin here to see you earlier? I just started my shift but a few of the other nurses said they saw a group of very good looking men leave your room.”

“Yep, they left not too long ago.” Haechan replied. “I didn’t know you were a nurse.”

“I normally keep my job a secret.” You chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They don’t believe I’m a nurse because of my looks.”

Which was often true. People always thought you’de be too dumb to be a nurse. That your face and body could pass more for a model.

You didn’t know how or why, but after fighting with the other nurses, you won. The prize was to take care of the handsome young man in Room 127.

“Really now? That must be tough.” Haechan raised his eyebrow. “Well, I’m sure I’ll be in good hands with you.”

“I’ll get you all taken care of.” You smiled as you turned around, your back facing him. “If you need anything Haechan-ssi, just let me know.”

Haechan watched your ass until it disappeared out the door. Yeah, he was going to have fun.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Minhee, your fellow nurse, friend and roommate asked, grabbing an apple from her plate before taking a big bite of it. It was lunchtime, and you were sitting on the table, your face lying on top of it.

“It’s Haechan! He’s such an... ugh! He won’t stop calling me. He’s getting on my nerves.” You were tired and hungry.

It has been four hours since Haechan came, and you were tired as hell because of him. He made ridiculous requests. 'Oh nurse, can you help me change the channel? Oh nurse, where is the bathroom? Blah blah blah.'

You were sick of it.

Minhee gave you a sympathetic look.

Poor you.

But she didn’t want to take care of Haechan. Plus you did win that bet. You said were going to cockblock her if she ever brought a man home.

Hell no.

Minhee was going to get some dick tonight after her shift. “Why don’t you text Jaemin and ask him what will keep Haechan quiet. He should know since they’re friends.”

You groaned, bringing your phone out of your pocket. “I know but still, he needs to stop pressing that damn button.”

“Maybe he wants and loves your attention. He must really like you.” Minhee said, giving you a teasing smile. "You are pretty."

You stuck your tongue out. “Being pretty doesn’t pay the bills.”

“Why don’t you just fuck him or something?” Minhee suggested.

You groaned again, showing her the text you got from your cousin.

Jaemin: Why don’t you fuck him? He’s been dying to get laid lately.

Minhee laughed. “See? No wonder your cousin and I get along so well. Great minds think alike.”

“Ugh…” You let out, your phone vibrated signaling that Haechan was calling you.

“Oh Y/N,” Haechan sang before pressing the button for the 100th time. “I need your assistance again.”

You groaned and entered his room again, not before shutting the door. You didn’t want Seulyong, the head nurse, to hear you screaming at a patient, especially if it’s Haechan. “What now?”

He gave an amused look. “Now what kind of attitude is that? Aren’t nurses supposed to be friendly with their patients?”

“Not if they're being an ass about it.” You muttered under your breath. “Now what do you want Haechan?”

Haechan moved his shoulders. “My shoulders are stiff. Can you massage them for me?”

If you could, you would curse and walk away from him. But since Haechan knew your cousin, you didn’t want Jaemin to complain that you didn’t take care of his friend. You went over to his bed. “Scoot back.”

He did what he was told, smirking at you as you sat on the bed. After a few minutes, Haechan moaned in satisfaction. You were really good with your hands. He felt his muscles being relaxed as you continued to massage his shoulders.

“Better?” You wanted to get over this. As soon as he nodded, you immediately got off the bed.

Before you could leave the room, he grabbed your wrist. “Yes, better. Can you do me another favor?”

You didn’t even reply. You waited for his request while yelling profanities inside your head.

Damn him.

“I thought I felt a lump on my stomach. I don’t know what that means, but can you check for me?” He sweetly asked.

Curse him for being so damn hot.

When the hell did Jaemin hang out with other good looking guys?

You could perfectly hear the other nurses dying and telling you to do it. You waited until Haechan laid down on the bed, lifting up his hospital gown, revealing his perfect, solid abs and boxers to you.

Slowly, you touched his abs as Haechan shivered from your touch. You had to admit, his abs felt so fucking good with your touch. But you didn’t feel a lump at all. “I don’t feel a lump.”

Haechan opened his eyes. He was enjoying this. “Go higher, it’s somewhere around there.”

You went higher, revealing his solid chest. “Nope, don’t feel it.”

“Huh, I must have been imagining things.” He said, giving you an innocent look.

You glared at him.

Ugh, sneaky bastard.

“I'll go now.” All you wanted to do was go home and sleep this off. This has been such a tiring experience for you. Before you could leave again, he grabbed your wrist again.

“Wait, stay.”

Fuck, no you weren't going to stay.

Sure, he was hot but you were so tired.

“Why? My shift is over. I gave you all the attention you need. It’s time for me to go home.”

Haechan frowned a little. The fun hasn’t even started yet. “You can’t leave yet. I need more attention, especially from a sexy, little nurse.”

Before you could protest, Haechan pulled your body on his bed. You couldn’t even react because he captured your lips with his, dominating it.

It took you a few seconds to realize that you were actually kissing a patient. And your cousin’s friend.

Fuck it.

You knew what to do with this situation, like Minhee and Jaemin told you to. You kissed him back, not giving a rat’s ass that you were about to fuck a patient.

Haechan smirked.

“I see you want my attention.” He said before entering his tongue inside of your mouth.

You just moaned for the cocky bastard. It was better to enjoy the moment than argue with him. Haechan’s lips were incredibly soft, almost pillowy. He deepened the kiss, the hand at the back of your neck bringing you closer. He felt your hand curve around his neck. He moved closer, lured by your response and a small, almost helpless sound you made as you opened your lips.

Haechan was rubbing all over your body, and playing with your short skirt.

“You are such a bad nurse.” He growled before his right hand went inside your skirt, lightly massaging your clit with his thumb that was being protected by your very thin underwear. “Going around fucking all your patients, huh?”

“N-no…”

You arched your back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Dear god. Haechan looked at your exposed neck. Perfect. Leaning you closer, he began attacking your small neck, biting and sucking as hard as he could, making you gasp and clutched his neck even more.

“Haechan,” you moaned in front of his ear, turning him on even more. You could feel his hard member that was covered by his gown and boxers. You began grinding his body with yours, making him moan and wince.

Right now, he wanted to pounce and fuck your brains out right then and there. Instead, he pushed your panties to the side, and added not one, but two fingers inside your now wet pussy, his thumb continuing to massage your clit. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh god, yes…”

He thrusted hard and fast, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you melt and feel good. He moved his fingers to the side, up and down, forcing you to shudder. Haechan bit your bottom lip as he continued to stroke you with his pleasurable fingers.

After a few more strokes, Haechan finally took his fingers out, licking them in front of you. “You are so ready right now, noona.”

"What?" You pouted, slapping his chest in embarrassment. "Who's your noona?!"

Since you were straddling him, Haechan had expertly taken off your skirt and panties.

How the hell did that happen?

“You are. Noona, can you help a patient out? I’m a very horny person.”

You couldn’t reply because he already thrust up inside of you, slowly. You knew he was teasing you, waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I'll help you out, Haechan-ah!” Haechan slowly hit your g-spot.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” He said, thrusting a little bit faster. “Damn, your pussy is sucking my cock.”

He went inside of you again, making you arch, you moaning in pleasure.

“Yes! I'll help you!” You yelled.

You prayed the other nurses didn’t hear the filth that was going on.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Haechan replied by thrusting inside of you faster now. Each thrust was filling you up with pleasure. Instead of laying down, he sat up in bed, making him go deeper inside your wet pussy. He continued to pound inside of you, making you whimper every time he hit the right spot.

You both came not once, nor twice, but three times. On the fourth fuck, Haechan could feel your walls clenching again.

“Haechan!” You screamed, giving him the satisfaction that he needed as you came for the fourth time. Haechan came as well, arms tightening around you as you continued to spasm in pleasure.

“Another round?” He asked, catching his breath as he gave you a cocky grin.

You lightly pushed off of him and got up. You wanted to, but there was no way you were going to do this for the fifth time. He was a very needy and horny guy. “No, now go to bed or something.”

You put your panties back on. You were about to put on your white skirt until Haechan grabbed it. He leaned towards you. “Tomorrow I need to be satisfied. Will you be here tomorrow to help me, noona?”

You bit your lip, blushing from his comment.

Why did he have to fuck so damn good?! “Of course, I’ll be here Haechan.”

Satisfied, Haechan gave you back your skirt. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. After all, you were his nurse.

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct dream #nct haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #haechan #haechan smut #haechan x reader

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i4oba · 6 days

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nct dream’s ideal types / MARK version! ✿..

[aka who i think would suit the members :D]

i feel like, since mark is pretty laid back most of the time, someone a little more.. adventurous? would suit him a lot, just to get him out of the comfort zone

i’m not talking literally, you don’t have to be indiana jones or something, just someone who’s open to try many many new things ? constantly seeking some type of rush from everything New (if that makes sense)

i can totally envision him with someone who’s like… it may sound weird, but doesn’t view themself as “pretty” or “attractive” yk… i’m not talking about the usual lack of confidence tho

it’s just that they never really prioritize their looks and all. i mean, of course they would CARE but wouldn’t think it’s that important

i also think that someone, who’s always deemed as “weird” and “unusual” would TOTALLY be something mark would go for

not only because of the doses of something extraordinary but because he’s interested. you can pique his interest if you say something so outta pocket that would normally cause a few harsh replies

i feel like mark is the type that doesn’t want to be limited, who knows he has limitless potential, not just talent wise but overall, as in… he knows he’s got greater purposes on this world

hence why i said a partner who’s curious enough to bring that out of him—sometimes he can get caught up on work and stuff so he needs Relax time, but not like the laying down and not doing anything kind

the type where you go round and round, finding the deeper meaning of things, such as talking about philosophical questions etcetera

that’s why i partly feel like he would be into someone who’s really really smart. he would love the constant feeling of fascination whenever his partner would say some random, niche fact on a topic he’s never heard of

he’s the type of guy, in my eyes, who loves to absorb knowledge and always tries to do so, which makes place for a partner who’s able to kind of stimulate him in that way?

if you know what i mean LMFAO

i feel like opening up fully for mark, would take a bit longer…? and he would absolutely stay in this “bro zone” kind of situation as well, so someone chill has to be the one he finds

he’s all about keeping it lowkey and if you’re impatient… well, your loss

and it’s not because he’s ashamed of you or something, it’s just that it’s more comfortable for him? in a way? feelings can be a little bit scary sometimes so you gotta leave him to handle it himself

so the keyword here is Patience

you cannot rush things!!!!!!!

especially since i genuinely believe that he… wouldn’t necessary look for love, you know

i can totally envision him just befriending someone and then comes all the cliché, him falling in love blah blah

he’s SO friends to lovers in my eyes, what can i say… falling for the bros is NOT on the list LMFAO and then here we go

but you know, it’s easier like that, and he works sooo hard, he never really focuses on finding a partner, not dating that actively because he’s busy

(i can totally see him panicking when he first realizes that he’s in love with one of his closest friends… he would be Shocked AHAH)

so yeah, developing feelings for him would definitely not take that much of time?? in my opinion?? it’s just him accepting it kinda, you know

being chill and pretty cool is something he would definitely find attractive, especially because, i think??? he doesn’t care about looks that much

he’s the type of guy who’s all about what’s on the inside :) so he needs someone who’s got the same mindset????

that’s a big thing for him anyways.. he wants to feel secure? like he’s not alone!

don’t leave him alone!!!!!!! he’s a cutie patootie, he needs love!!!!!!! even if he doesn’t show it!!!!!!!! he Does need it!!!!!

have so much love for him, be easy going and open minded and honestly, you’ve goz mark lee on his knees :,)

FEEL FREE TO DISAGREE THOUGH!!! this is only my perception of him! :)

& for some visual representation — STYLEBOARDS! :) <3

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jentlemahae · 9 months

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GTA: Mark City

New to town, with no friends or money to his name, Mark Lee must quickly learn how to survive on the cutthroat, crime-ridden streets of Neo City. But survival isn't enough for Mark - he wants to make the city his own.

Limited edition release, only available for download during August 2023 | PLAY HERE

#nctinc #mklnet #mark lee #nct #nct mark #mark #nct 127 #nct dream #tusermlee #useroro #happy bday bb <3 #now this could be better but i got so into it along the way fshfjf #like i had a whole story in mind #i still dont know gta btw so this is my thing #mine*edits #mine*games #anw <3 i hope someone else likes it too <3

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jhdyuiee · 1 month

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Late Sesh

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: ̗̀➛ pairing: IDOL!taeyong x PRODUCER!Y/N

: ̗̀➛ warnings/tags: smut!, dirty talk, co-workers, name-calling (baby & slut), protected sex, semi public sex (studio sex), fingering, breast play, secret relationship, friends w/ benefits

: ̗̀➛ wc: 1k

: ̗̀➛ a.n: hii again! this is the 2nd fic i’m releasing today 😆, i hope yall enjoy this short one since i did enjoy coming up with the story! anyways i will release more in the future before i go back to school, i promise !! anyhow i hope u enjoyed yutas & taeyongs stories, thank uu to u all who read n enjoyed it i rlly appreciate it!! i love u all && see u next time, jiji out 🤍 [link to yuta’s story: YUTA.]

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It was already past 12 in the morning when I sat here in my studio waiting for him to arrive.

The infamous Lee Taeyong.

It was scheduled for us to record the last B-Side off his 2nd Mini Album. Taeyong actually was the one to suggest we record late “to better set the mood.”

I had no problem with it actually, in fact I enjoyed late-night recording sessions. As the minutes passed there was still no sign of him and just when I was about to call him, there was a knock on my studio door.

I got up, opening it. Speak of the devil.

“You’re late,” I reminded the male as he plopped down on the couch I had in my studio.

“I stopped by the bathroom,” he shrugged.

“Just get inside,” I replied, handing him the lyric sheet to 404 Loading.

He took it, pecking my cheek before stepping inside. My face felt hot, probably even visibly redder than a tomato. ‘He’s too flirty.’

A couple hours later we wrapped up, and he decided on a “celebration.” So here I am in my recording studio straddling his lap and our lips colliding with each other. His hands traveled my body, and mine stayed placed on his nape.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt his hands grope my ass, causing me to start grinding on his semi-hard cock. His hands then traveled to my hips, urging me to grind harder against him. The sensation of his hard cock on my now sensitive clit made everything unbearable. It felt like I would just cum from dry-humping the male.

“Take off your shorts,” he whispered. I got up from his lap and shimmied out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong which was now soaked. Taeyong pulled me by the string, sitting me back on his lap. I faced the other way, his breath on my neck and his hands cupping my sex.

“Wet all for me,” he whispered into my ear again.

His hand then went under my underwear, teasing my clit and my slit. He played with them for a while until I kept squirming at his touch. “Yo-your fingers, pl-please,” I pleaded.

Taeyong scoffed lowly, before plunging in two of his fingers inside my cunt. He kept a steady pace, slowly increasing it the louder I got. “Don’t hold back, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he said, kissing my cheek.

His fingers went in and out of me, while his mouth worked it’s way on my neck, and his thumb worked it’s way on my clit. His thumb teased, circled, and pinched my clit. I was growing overstimulated from everything. He was everywhere. I loved it.

“Cumming already? Cum for me, cum on my fingers baby.”

His words triggered the knot inside my stomach undone, like a command with no hesitation of abiding by. He took his fingers out, licking them clean inside his mouth as he looked down at me. I was already a mess and we haven’t even gotten too far yet.

“Shirt off. Everything off,” he said, tugging at the material on my top.

I took it off along with my bra and underwear. I stood naked in front of him. I saw as he licked his lips, eyeing me like his next meal.

“Your body’s perfect, so fucking beautiful,” Taeyong said, as he took one breast in his hand. His other hand followed along until both hands fondled and played with my breast. Slowly then he brought me closer, and was back on his lap.

He took his hands off my breasts, his mouth soon replaced them. I watched as his mouth sucked on patches of my skin and his tongue swirled and flicked my nipples until they were hard. He let go with a pop, taking off his shirt. “Get up for a bit, I’m gonna grab a condom.”

I stood up, sitting down next to where he was and watched as he grabbed a condom from the “secret drawer” he made in my studio. He brought his sweats and boxers down, until his hard aching cock stood proudly against him.

Taeyong slid the condom down, and walked back to the couch where I waited. “Come sit on it,” he said, grabbing onto my hips. He guided me down on his cock, as it stretched my insides out. I know we’ve done this multiple times before, but I still can’t get used to his size. I moaned out his name repeatedly the more he went inside, and once it was all in he whispered into my ear. “Ready?” I nodded.

He started thrusting into me, and I soon joined in when his thrusts got faster. I bounced on him, feeling as he reached deep inside me. “Look at you, you’re doing so well.” There he goes, his praises. His praises have always turned me on even more, pushed me a little bit more.

“I lo-love it!” I yelped when he suddenly grabbed my hips and thrusted me even more.

“You feel so fucking good, so warm, so tight, so wet.”

Yes.

“You love it when I praise you, don’t you? Makes you clench around me.”

Yes.

“Fuck. Hold it in baby, wait until I’m ready to come, okay.”

“Yes, I-I will wait,” I whimpered.

“I wonder if someone will come in, and see how much of a slut you are,” he teased.

I turned to the door and saw it was unlocked, shit. Taeyong then suddenly grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. “Eyes on me slut.”

“Sorry,” I said softly.

He thrusted into me even more, the pace increasing. Taeyong’s hand then went down into my clit, playing with it. He edged me even more. “Pl-Please let me cum already,” I said with watery eyes.

Taeyong smiled, kissing my lips. “Cum with me baby.”

One brutal thrust and we both came crashing down. My head went back, my vision whitened. I heard as Taeyong groaned, his breaths trying to calm down.

“Stay here, I’ll go get something to clean you up,” Taeyong said, as he detached himself from me and laid me on the couch. I watched as he discarded the condom and left the door.

My eyes wandered to the ceiling, then closing. ‘I really just fucked Taeyong in my studio couch’ I thought. ‘Now I can’t look at it the same way any more.’ I sighed, then giggled. I waited here for his return.

For his love.

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haesunshin · 2 months

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unexpected confessions | JJH

pairing: jaehyun x f!reader ft. bff karina

word count. 1.3k

genre. roommate!au, fluff, angst, romance.

summary. As you navigate college life, your feelings for your charismatic roommate, Jaehyun, become increasingly complex. Despite his charming demeanor, his reputation as a playboy casts doubt on your budding attraction. Caught between your growing affection and fear of heartbreak, you must confront your true emotions before it's too late. In this tale of love and self-discovery, unexpected confessions and unforeseen challenges test the boundaries of friendship and romance.

a/n. not proofread.. this is my first so i made it short since i'm not really good with long stories hehe. thought i'd make it about jaehyun since his my ult, hope you guys will like it!

likes and reposts are appreciated <3

You trudge through the bustling campus, your mind a whirlwind of exhaustion. The weight of your textbooks feels heavier than usual as you make your way back to your shared apartment, with your roommate Jaehyun, who you (secretly) have feelings for.

As you step through the door, a wave of nervous anticipation washes over you. Jaehyun is here, finally. You've been waiting all day to see him, to be near him. But being near him was always challenging for you. He somehow always managed to make you nervous and lose your composure. And today was no different as he meets you with his mischievous grin, leaning casually against the kitchen counter.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. Rough day at school, huh?" He winks playfully, teasing you as you drop your bag with a tired sigh.

"You know, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think my heart is already pretty fond of you, no matter how long you've been gone."

He was hoping to catch your attention and make you smile, which did work.

You force a small smile in response to Jaehyun's antics, but inside, your heart was racing with uncertainty. Feeling a blush creep up your cheeks, you manage a shy smile and a soft chuckle, unsure of how to respond to his playful remark.

"Uh, well, I, uh... Thanks, Jaehyun," you stammer, fidgeting with the strap of your bag. "It's nice to, um, be back." Your words come out in a timid whisper, betraying the fluttering of your heart at his flirtatious remarks.

His charm and charisma have always intimidated you, leaving you tongue-tied and awkward in his presence. You've never known how to respond to his advances, always fearing that you'll fall for his smooth words and captivating smile.

As you dial Karina's number, your heart pounds in your chest, the weight of your emotions threatening to overwhelm you. When she answers, you take a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly as you try to articulate the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings swirling inside you.

"Hey, Karina," you begin softly, your words hesitant at first. "I, um... I don't really know where to start. It's about Jaehyun..." You pause, trying to gather your thoughts as you struggle to put your feelings into words.

"He's just so... charismatic, you know? Every time he walks into the room, it's like everything else fades away. And his smile... it's like sunshine on a rainy day. But... but I'm scared, Karina. Scared of what it means to feel this way about him."

Your voice cracks with emotion as you continue, tears welling up in your eyes. "I don't know if I can trust him, Karina. He's so... charming, but he also has this reputation, you know? I'm afraid of getting hurt, of falling for someone who might not feel the same way about me."

On the other end of the line, Karina listens intently as you pour out your heart, confessing your feelings of insecurity and confusion.

"I hear you, Y/N," she says gently, "but sometimes, we have to take risks, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. If Jaehyun means that much to you, you owe it to yourself to at least try to talk to him about how you feel."

She continues, her tone encouraging. "You'll never know what could happen if you don't take that leap of faith. And who knows, maybe Jaehyun feels the same way about you but is just like you, too afraid to say anything. You won't know until you have that conversation with him."

Karina's words resonate with you, stirring a sense of courage and determination within you. Despite your fears and uncertainties, you know deep down that she's right. You owe it to yourself to be honest about your feelings and to confront Jaehyun about the growing connection between you.

With a sigh of gratitude, you say to Karina, "Thank you, Karina. I don't know what I would do without you. You always know how to find the right words to lift up my mood."

Karina smiles warmly from the other end of the line. "You're welcome, Y/N. I'm just glad I could help. Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. Now go ahead and talk to Jaehyun. You've got this, I know you do."

After one final exchange of encouragement and thanks, you hang up with Karina. With a newfound sense of determination, you mentally prepare yourself to approach Jaehyun and open your heart to him, but you still couldn’t shake the fear that lies deep within you, the fear of being hurt by someone with a reputation like Jaehyun's. In fact, Jaehyun was known around campus as a bit of a player. People talked about how smooth he was, always flirting and charming everyone he met. He seemed to have a new girl every week, and it left some wondering if there was more to him than just his charming smile and confident attitude.

But fate has a cruel sense of timing, as you soon discover on that fateful evening. Exhausted and emotionally drained, you stumble upon a scene that shatters your heart into a million pieces. Jaehyun, your roommate, making out with another girl on your sofa.

As you catch sight of him with her, your heart sinks. You never wanted to see him like this, tangled up in someone else's arms. But before he can even explain, you turn and flee to your room, leaving him standing there, feeling like the biggest fool on the planet.

Tears blur your vision as you dial Karina's number, your voice trembling with heartache as you recount the painful sight you just witnessed.

"Karina…" You say in tears.

"Aw baby, what happened?"

How could you have been so foolish to fall for someone like Jaehyun, someone who clearly doesn't see you the same way?

The night drags on, filled with restless tossing and turning as Jaehyun agonizes over the thought of facing you in the morning. With a heavy heart and a determined resolve, he rises before dawn to prepare a heartfelt apology and a gesture of sincerity.

The next morning as you open the door, you find Jaehyun standing there with a contrite expression and a tray of breakfast in hand, your heart swells with a mixture of emotions.

"Hey," he begins, his voice softer than usual. "I, uh, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I know what you saw must have looked bad, but I promise, it's not what it seemed."

You hesitate, unsure of how to respond. The hurt from yesterday still lingers, but there's a sincerity in Jaehyun's eyes that you can't ignore. "What happened?" you finally ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jaehyun takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "I was drunk," he admits, his tone tinged with regret. "I didn't consent to what happened with that girl. She took advantage of me, and I'm sorry that you had to see that." "After seeing you on the doorstep, I realized what was going on and immediately separated myself from her but it was too late, you were already gone."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. But then, the floodgates open, and you find yourself confessing everything—the feelings you've been hiding, the pain of seeing him with someone else, the fear of being hurt.

"I'm sorry too," you whisper, tears welling in your eyes. "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I just... I care about you, Jaehyun. More than I should."

Jaehyun's eyes widen in surprise, and then, slowly, a smile spreads across his face. "You do?" he asks, hope and disbelief mingling in his voice.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yeah," you reply, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "A lot actually."

In that moment of vulnerability and honesty, the walls between you crumble away, leaving only the raw intensity of your emotions. And as your lips meet in a tentative kiss, you both know that this is just the beginning of something beautiful, something unexpected, something real.

#nct x reader #mutual pining #nct angst #jaehyun #nct #nct 127 #jeong jaehyun #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct 127 scenarios #roommate!jaehyun #kpop scenarios #friends to lovers #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #short story #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader

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#he posted this on his ig story ctfu 😭#mark #nct 127 #nct dream #nct

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suzayaaa · 6 months

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AQUAMAN - 태용

pairing: taeyong x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

theme: fluff, some angst?, non-idol!taeyong, meet cute

warnings: none

suza’s note: this idea has been on my mind for almost 2 weeks so i decided to do something about it

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Your first date.

Not the first one in your life, but the first one after you graduated—now you have your degree and must live like a responsible adult.

The subconscious pressure from your friends with all sorts of relationships was slowly leaving a mark on you and you finally decided to do something about it.

The truth about adulthood relationships is, it’s not easy to get into one. Social life drastically decreases after college, unless you’re a social butterfly or actively make an effort to meet new people. Now you just work, rest, complain, and occasionally see one of your friends if you’re both available—meeting someone new is almost impossible.

That’s why, to make that bold move of meeting a potential boyfriend, you downloaded a dating app. Finding someone decent was a challenge in itself, but you think you did it and now, congrats! Here you are, waiting for someone you know nothing about.

Not so responsible of you.

An aquarium seems like a perfect place for a first date. Sweet, romantic, calming, and a little bit mysterious aura ties perfectly with a situation you’re about to be in. You two had decided to meet directly at a place, and because you’re a little bit early, you sit on a bench in front of the entrance and wait.

You don’t know what to expect. The truth is, you don’t really care about having a boyfriend right now. Of course, having someone you love and adore is always nice, but it’s not your priority at this moment in life. You’re doing well on your own; you have a stable job that doesn’t suck and are able to live comfortably. The only reason you’re here is your friends. Even though at first it was nice to hear their love stories and see their relationships blooming, sometimes even into marriage, now you feel like you’re missing out.

You play games on your phone to let go of the thoughts and pass the time and when another ad pops up you check the time. Your date should’ve been there 20 minutes ago.

You look around, squinting your eyes, as you wonder what to do. Your enthusiasm for this date already decreased, but it would be a shame to go home when you’re in a beautiful place like that.

Maybe if you text him you will know where you stand. You fix your hair and open the dating app, you realize.

He had blocked you.

Your lips press into a tight line as your head falls to your feet. You expected many things, but not this. A part of you feels disappointed—after all, you made an effort. You took time to look good and come here. But again, it’s a dating app. Most of the time it goes wrong than it doesn’t, so you shouldn’t be surprised.

As you take your things and get up from the bench, a man approaches you.

“Hi, um, I’m Taeyong.” He fiddles with his fingers, flowers in his hand.

You give him an up-and-down stare, glancing at the tattoos peeking out of his white tank top, and raise your eyebrows. “Okay…”

“We were supposed to meet there, at 5 pm, you know?” He gulps at your blank expression. “Wait, are you–” his eyes widen when he realizes you’re not the person he’s talking about– “I’m sorry, I think I confused you with someone else. It was meant to be a blind date, but I think I was stood up.” He embarrassingly scratches his head and gives you the cutest stare you have seen a human give.

You laugh and cover your mouth with your hand. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just,” you brush your hand through your hair and smile shyly, “I’m in the same situation.”

“Really?” you stare at each other awkwardly as you burst into laughter together. When your giggles stop, he looks at you for a moment and bites his lip. “So if we’re both alone, maybe you wanna go with me?” He tilts his head and points at the aquarium with his thumb.

You watch him sway on his feet and realize how handsome he is. The sharp jaw and soft eyes waiting for your response, the bleached hair slowly flowing with the wind, the effortless outfit adding to his confidence, and the numerous tattoos on his arms and chest. He looks like he was sculpted by angels and his comfortable aura adds to the image even more.

You smile, feeling your cheeks get hot. “Yeah, I do. Let’s go.” He breaks out into a grin and you both head into the building.

“Here, have them.” He hands you the flowers with a light blush on his face as you accept them.

As you explore the aquarium, you talk about everything—yourselves, your daily lives and dreams, funny stories, anything you can think of. Taeyong turns out to be a very interesting person; not only because of his appearance. His shy yet confident attitude, his anecdotes about some fish swimming around you, the attentive stare and soft smile every time you speak, even the little scar next to his eye you are yet scared to ask about. His whole being allures you.

Taeyong makes you feel relaxed and at ease, so much so that you’re glad your initial date stood you up. If the other guy showed up, you probably wouldn’t met Taeyong. And you would regret it so much if you didn’t. His quiet voice and the dark neons gracing his features put you under a spell, even the colorful creatures and the mystical atmosphere of the water surrounding you can’t take your focus away from him.

The time spent with Taeyong feels like magic and you don’t realize when you’re back at the entrance of the aquarium.

“So you’re a fish surgeon?” You ask with raised eyebrows, already seeing the place you were waiting at two hours ago.

“Ah, but it was only one time.” He throws his head back with a laugh.

“Still, that’s impressive.” You look at him, wondering how can one man have so many talents.

The soft wind hits your skin as you walk out of the building and notice the multiple reds and purples covering the sky.

“Well,” you turn to him, looking back at the building, “thank you. That was a great date.”

“Yeah, it was.” He licks his lips and plays with the rings decorating his fingers, looking everywhere but your eyes. You watch him with a smirk and wait until he finally squeezes the words out of himself. “So, if it wasn’t that bad, maybe you would like to do this again sometime?” He gives you the sweetest puppy eyes ever and you can’t help but laugh again.

“I would.”

He breathes out sharply and laughs too. You exchange your numbers and slowly distance yourself from the aquarium in a comfortable silence.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Taeyong asks as you walk up to the street.

“Yeah, why not.”

You both grin at each other and walk towards his car, and you make a mental note to thank your friends for unconsciously forcing you into a blind date; into meeting Taeyong.

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johnnysnostril · 2 years

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hi cuties ✨

i’m currently working on a few posts/imagines. i promise they’re coming asap 😘 i haven’t forgot about you guys!

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scarletwinterxx · 4 months

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sunshine and midnight rain - mark lee scenario

hello! so i'm back and yes i'm still on my mark lee brain rot era😅 it's like whenever i see this guy i completely forget about the rest of male population haha anyways I hope you like this one🤍

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"Why are you so mad right now?"

"Because I asked you to do one thing and you didn't" Mark says, still avoiding your gaze.

This was not how you envisioned your morning, when you woke up Mark's side of the bed was already empty. When you went to look for him he was gone, no note, no text of his possible whereabouts. And when he got back, he was clearly and very obviously mad at you.

"I got home just fine" you say with your arms out. Mark still hasn't look at you and it's bugging you. You follow him out the living room. He's going round and round, trying to tidy the place just to avoid having a conversation with you.

"Mark, can you please look at me" you tell him, this made him stop and look over at you. A clear look of disappointment on his face, "I swear I was going to call you but the girls and I were talking and drinking. It slipped my mind, I already booked a cab home when I remembered"

"You went home, way past midnight alone and drunk. Do you know dangerous that is?"

"But I got home safe"

"And what if you didn't? What if something happened? God forbid I get upset about that, I was worried I'm sorry. Is that what you want to hear?"

You say nothing for a while, thinking of something to say back. You really are at fault here, you should be the one saying sorry right now.

"I'm sorry, I should've called" you tell him, now avoiding his eyes just as you feel the tears fill yours. Mark sighs, crossing the room until he's right in front of you. He hooks his finger under your chin, making you look at him.

"I'm mad because I care. I don't trust the world when it comes to you, I just want you to be safe always. I'm not going to stop you living your best life, but I want to know you're safe" he whispers, anger already disappearing.

He wipes the few tears that escaped, cradling your face between his hands.

"Are you still mad?" you mumble, this made Mark smile and shake his head.

"We're okay. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you"

"And I'm sorry for making you worry"

He kisses your forehead before pulling you in for a hug, "I don't like arguing with you, but I'd do it in every universe as long as we make up and end up like this. I love you, always. Okay?"

You hug him tighter, answering him without saying any words.

Just like that you're okay again.

Bless this universe for giving you such an understanding, loving, mature man to love. You'd be stupid to ever let him go which is why no matter what argument, the two of you always make sure to solve it together.

Mark never lets you go to sleep upset, he'll ask you what's wrong or if he's done anything to upset you. At first it was hard for you to admit your feelings that easily, you learned that you don't like being vulnerable, you don't like sharing your true feelings. You bottle it up. But ever since you started dating Mark, all of that changed.

He's there to listen, even when words aren't being spoken. He knows when to give you space, he knows when to chase after you and hold you tight. He knows you in a way you didn't want to know yourself, you used to be scared of these feeling but not anymore.

It's obvious who's the serious one and the jokester in you and Mark's relationship. The best thing about it is the fact that your boyfriend, no matter how serious he is, will always play along.

"Mark, you busy?" you ask, walking inside the office to see him on his computer

He looks over at you with a smile, "No, what's up?"

"I was wondering..." you say while walking towards him, he waits for you to continue. You got to where he was sitting, smiling cheekily at your boyfriend

He knows you're up to something, he grabs you by the waist sitting you squarely on his lap.

"Do you know how to whistle?"

"Do I know how to whistle?" he asks back,

"Yea like you know, like this" you pout, but before you can whistle Mark closes the gap between the two of you. Kissing you gently, he grabs the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Suddenly you forgot what you were doing in the first place.

After a few minutes of exchanging kisses, you broke apart. Looking dazed and in love, "Hey! I was suppose to do that! Did you know I was going to do that?" you asked

"Maybe" he mumbles, looking at you with pure adoration

"I'll pretend I didn't know" he adds, making you roll your eyes.

"You just want to make out"

"You're not wrong there, now come here I need your kisses"

The first time it happened, Mark thought it really was just coincidence.

You just started to decorate around the house, the tree was halfway done and a few other decorations scattered here and there. He was just walking to the kitchen doorway when suddenly you stop him

"What?" your boyfriend blinks back at you confused, instead of answering him you just point up making Mark look at where you're pointing. There hanging by the doorway was a mistletoe.

"When did you put that there?" he asks with a smile, finding the tradition cute. Even cuter when you're looking at him with the biggest smile, ready to receive your kiss

"I just put it up today, now where's my kiss" you say, pursing your lips at him making Mark chuckle. He grabs you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you. It was short but sweet, enough to leave you smiling like an idiot.

A few months ago, the two of you finally decided to move in together. It's been years since you got together, and most times you spend your nights together whether his place or yours. At some point you realized that it would make more sense to just move in together, so you did.

"Love, did you do laundry last time?" you asked him, walking inside your shared bedroom to see him resting on the bed

"I did"

"Oh thanks, love the fabric softener you used. Now all my clothes smells like you" you smile at him, jumping on the bed to cuddle him. Immediately he hugs you close.

"Then will you stop stealing of my clothes now?" he asks

"Negative, I like your hoodies better"

He chuckles at your answer, "Knew it"

"What were you doing?"

"Just checking my phone, I wanted to order this pan for making omelet. Should we get one?"

You love how his sentence now say "we" or "our" instead of his and yours. Of course you still respect each other's boundaries and individuality, but on things like deciding what to paint your home or what furniture to buy or groceries to stock up on it's always the two of you.

"Should we? If we're using it then why not, I love eggs for breakfast" you tell him, looking at his phone screen to check

"I know, that's why I'm getting it. Okay, I'll order it now then" you watch him as he do so.

"This is fun" you mumble

"Hm?"

"This, buying things for our place. I like it" you smile

"Me too"

"Do you want to marry me?"

Your question took him by surprise. Not because he didn't want to marry you, it's just when he thinks of that big question he's the one doing the asking and not the other way around.

"Mark? Sorry forget I said anything" you mumble, moving to rest your head on the pillow instead

"Remember when we first started dating or way before that?" he asks you

"Huh?"

"I was shy, I wasn't as confident as the other guys. People think I'm aloof and too serious. You never thought of me that way, you entered in my life like you were meant to be there all along and maybe you are. Scratch that, I know you are. You're meant to be in my life. When I knew I was falling in love with you I didn't know how to say it without scaring you away, so I did it slowly. I did it in a way that won't overwhelm you. Because to you it doesn't have to be a loud confession or a grand gesture. i loved you they way i knew you would understand. i loved you the way i know how. i just loved you. I know you, your mind is a wonder. You doubt, you question and you worry your pretty mind to no ends. I didn’t want to disrupt that"

By now you're face to face again, he's speaking so softly like he's afraid you'll float away of he's too loud.

"You said I was your peace, and back then that was more than enough for me. By some miracle, you fell in love with me too. And now we're here. So to answer your question, yes I want to marry you. One day I want to get down on one knee and ask you that question, I'm still working on being the man worthy to ask that" he continues, and you soak each and every word he speaks like he's already saying his vows.

Because you know, you know he is a man of words. If Mark says it, then it's true. He will never say such things to deceive you.

"Do you have any more questions for me, pretty girl?" he whispers, waiting for you to speak

You shake your head, scooting until you're on his side again. Tucking yourself as close to him as you can.

He tilts your head so you're looking at him, leaning down to kiss you on your nose, your cheeks and last your lips.

"I'll love you over and over again, just like when we met"

#fic #nct #story #tag #nct dream #nct 127 #nct mark lee #nct scenario #nct oneshot #nct au #nct fluff #mark lee imagine #mark lee au #mark lee boyfriend #mark lee oneshot #mark lee fluff

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Forever Only

SUMMARY | Jaehyun comes home to find you getting off on his bed. PAIRING | Jaehyun/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, protected sex (wrap it up everyone!), oral sex, masturbation, sex toy (vibrator), general perversion RATING | Mature LENGTH | 4,034 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Sorry about the lack of stories/fics. Feb so far has been busy for me. But here is a Jaehyun birthday story/fic to satisfy Valentine’s Day. Happy Love Day to all my couples and single people out there!

I'll also be writing the other Feb. birthday members soon. Some of them will be late but better than never, right?

This was originally written for another member but I changed it. So to whoever read it/liked it before, sorry about taking it down. Someone wasn’t too happy about my original choice of member.

“I'm home!" Jaehyun called out as he stepped into his apartment, which was decorated in rich, warm colors and tastefully done furniture. It was awfully quiet inside though. He could hear the TV in the living room but no voices. "Where is everyone?"

Jaehyun walked around the apartment to look for the other members. As he opened each bedroom door, he was met with no members. Did they all have schedules or something? Shaking his head, he headed towards his room, only to notice that his door was wide open.

And someone was writhing on his bed, moaning loudly.

Jaehyun leaned against his doorframe, a soft smile of amusement on his face as he watched the cute sight before him. The woman on his bed had her eyes closed, head thrown back against the pillows, her cheeks flushed red from whatever it was she was doing. And she wasn't wearing any clothes.

A tight smile appeared on the man's lips as he finally understood what was happening.

The girl made an odd noise in the back of her throat, mumbling Jaehyun's name, her fingers holding something tightly. His eyes narrowed slightly when he realized what she was holding. A vibrator. One she was now pressing between her legs, making sounds that were becoming more guttural by the second.

"Come on, come for me." Her voice was low and husky, laced with lust and heat. "Fuck, Jaehyun."

Jaehyun couldn't help but watch her. Who knew that Johnny’s little sister thought of him that way? Who knew that he'd even inspire such thoughts? He honestly didn't know if he should feel flattered or creeped out right now. But there was one thing that was very clear: The girl was insanely hot, and seeing her like this was making his dick throb. God, did she know how sexy she looked?

He watched as you plunged the vibrator inside yourself, making that moaning sound again. You pulled it out for a few seconds before plunging it back in. Then another, and another. Slowly at first, but building up to faster movements. You were obviously close. Very close. Jaehyun just had to make sure you got off.

You went still for a few moments after climaxing, catching your breath as your muscles contracted around the vibrator and sent waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"So that's what you think of me, huh?" Jaehyun finally spoke, unable to keep silent anymore.

"Jaehyun!" You opened your eyes, shock on your face as you grabbed one of the covers to cover yourself. "When did you get home? Did you see everything? Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed."

"Why are you covering yourself up? Don't be embarrassed." Jaehyun sat down next to you, running his hand through your hair gently. "Y/N, is this how you really think of me? Like this?"

You peered at him through your fingers, your breathing still heavy and irregular. Your blush gave you away, your cheeks flaming red. You tried not to give into his charm, but deep down, you liked the way he talked to you. You always had, even if you'd never admit it aloud.

"You saw nothing, Jaehyun. Nothing." You muttered as you tried to reach for your clothes that were on the ground. "If you tell my brother anything, I will punch you in your sleep."

"You would never punch me. Not if you feel this way towards me." Jaehyun laughed and scooped up your clothes, handing them over to you. Jaehyun reached out to grab your chin, tilting your head upwards to look at him properly. You held your breath, anticipation coursing through your veins.

"How do you feel towards me?" You asked, swinging your legs as you stood up so that you can put your clothes on.

"Oh, I don't know…" Jaehyun trailed off.

"Is it… bad?" You bit your lip, not wanting to let on just yet. You needed to gauge where he was at before letting him know just how much you felt for him.

"No." Jaehyun smiled and placed his hands on either side of you, bringing your body closer to his. "It's a good feeling."

"Oh?" You couldn't help but smile back at him, relieved. "That makes two of us then."

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you decided to change the subject.

"Well… I think my brother and the others might be home soon." You coughed. "I wanted to surprise everyone but when I got here, no one was here but Johnny. He told me to wait while he stepped out to do something. So I waited for him and he ended up taking forever."

"So then you wandered around the place and into my bedroom?" Jaehyun asked, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"I guess you could say that." You laughed nervously. "I'm still so embarrassed that you caught me getting off on your bed... like this..."

"It's okay, Y/N." Jaehyun said, a smile on his lips. "You were having fun, right? Well you seemed to be enjoying yourself too. At least judging by those moans you were making."

Your cheeks burned even more than before as you nodded. Just because he didn't say it didn't mean he hadn't seen it. There was no denying what he'd just witnessed.

"Why don't we go to the kitchen? I bet you're hungry after that activity." Jaehyun suggested.

"Good idea." You agreed. "My brother probably has some snacks or something ready."

As the two of you walked to the kitchen, Jaehyun kept glancing at you every once in a while. You could tell he was waiting for you to say something. But you were reluctant. Maybe you should just drop the bomb. After all, he did just see you getting off on his bed, thinking about him.

You followed him into the kitchen and plopped down on a chair, making yourself comfortable. Jaehyun handed you a glass filled with water and sat down across from you.

"What's wrong?" Jaehyun asked as he stared at you.

"I..." You sighed heavily. "This isn't easy for me, Jaehyun."

"Tell me." Jaehyun said, leaning forward in his seat. "Please, tell me why you're so hesitant to tell me."

"Because I don't know how you'll react to it." You answered quietly.

"Then maybe you shouldn't tell me." Jaehyun replied evenly.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Wasn't he supposed to be encouraging you to tell him? This whole situation was starting to make less sense the longer you talked about it. "Wait, how am I supposed to know how you'll react to this if I don't say anything?!"

"Trust me." Jaehyun grinned, reaching out to take your hand. "Everything will work out fine. I promise."

Just as you were about to respond to his reassuring words, Johnny opened the door and stared at yours and Jaehyun's hands. He stepped into the kitchen, the other members trailing behind. Johnny nodded at your hands before looking at you. "So did you finally confess your feelings?"

You looked at your brother before throwing a napkin at him. "You knew all along?! Is that why you left me here all this time since you knew Jaehyun was coming home?"

Johnny let out a little laugh. "I was just trying to help you out. Did it work? Have you confessed yet?"

"Not yet." You groaned. "And don't ask me about this again until after dinner! Okay?"

"Okay, I'll behave." Johnny pouted and turned to Jaehyun. "I'll leave you two alone now."

You watched as Johnny ushered the other members towards the living room, Haechan trying to stay behind so that he could eavesdrop on his hyung’s conversation with you. Once he was gone, Jaehyun looked back at you and flashed you a small smile.

You bit your bottom lip. "Yeah… I guess Johnny ruined it. Jaehyun, I like you. A lot." You took a deep breath, anxiety eating away at you as you admitted these things out loud.

"I know that." Jaehyun's expression changed instantly, his smile growing wider. He leaned close to you, his lips right by your ear so that the others wouldn't hear. "Otherwise I wouldn't have caught you in my bedroom. Would I?"

His voice dropped lower, a devilish gleam appearing in his dark brown eyes. "Do you want to kiss me, Y/N?"

Jaehyun moved his lips towards yours. They were moving slowly, so slowly. You could barely move your own lips at all. Every part of you wanted to touch him, run your fingers through his thick black hair, press your body against his. But you couldn't do any of those things because of Johnny. Or the other members who were undoubtedly listening in.

You instead entwined your fingers with his, gripping his hand tightly as you placed your other hand on top of his. Neither of you made any move to break apart, continuing to stare into each other's eyes. You couldn't believe how easily Jaehyun controlled you. How attracted you were to him.

Jaehyun's lips were just a hair breath away from yours before you heard a cough interrupting you both. Your heart raced as you snapped your head towards the source of the interruption. It was Johnny, standing in front of the open refrigerator, staring at the contents inside.

You rolled your eyes and threw a piece of bread at your brother, who easily dodged it. "Shut up, Johnny."

The others laughed as Johnny snatched a sandwich and began to eat it, crumbs falling onto the floor.

"So...uhm...did I interrupt something?" Johnny asked. "I heard some moaning earlier but I didn't know if it was yours or mine because this sandwich is delicious."

You shot a death glare at your brother, who only continued to laugh at your angry expression. Jaehyun shook his head, clearly amused at your behavior.

"You're so annoying." You huffed, sticking your tongue out at him. Johnny laughed before leaving the kitchen. You slumped in your seat and buried your face in your hands.

Jaehyun laughed as he placed his hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that." You whispered, embarrassment evident in your voice.

"You wanted to tell me, right?" Jaehyun asked, smiling. "And besides, I like you too, Y/N. Now come on, we've got company."

You got up from your seat and followed Jaehyun out of the kitchen. The other members were still in the living room, discussing something about their upcoming music video. Jaehyun sat down on the couch, patting the spot beside him. You quickly obliged, sitting down beside him and intertwining your fingers together.

"So the lovely couple has decided to grace us with their presence." Taeyong commented, cracking a cheesy grin. "You two are finally a couple, right?"

Jaehyun pulled you closer to him, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, you could say that."

Everyone erupted into laughter and clapped at the same time.

"You guys are ridiculous." You grumbled, slapping at Jaehyun's arm.

“Hey, just in time for the festivities!” Jungwoo grinned. “Guess you’re not spending your birthday and Valentine’s Day alone now, huh Jaehyun-hyung?”

"We're just happy for you, Y/N." Doyoung said, looking at Johnny. "Your brother was getting fed up with you and your puppy eyes whenever you looked at Jaehyun. We're glad you finally made your move."

Jaehyun nudged you playfully. "Don't worry about your brother. If anyone would tell you how they feel, it'd be him."

Mark sighed. "I really thought Johnny was going to burst a blood vessel from rolling his eyes at you so many times."

You couldn't help but giggle as everyone shared their opinions about you and Jaehyun.

After talking for a few minutes, Jaehyun stood up and stretched his arms above his head. "Hey, guys, I'm gonna go use the bathroom. I'll be back."

You all watched as Jaehyun closed the bathroom door behind him. You could feel eyes burning into your back and when you turned to look at them, they all spoke at once.

"If you guys say something stupid, I will punch you in your sleep." You warned, poking their chests with your finger.

They only laughed harder at your threatening statement.

"So does he know that you think of him when you―" Mark stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the look on your face. "Never mind, forget I said anything."

"Oh?" Taeil muttered as he looked between the two of you. "It must be something spicy if you gave Mark that look. Do you guys wanna share?"

"No! It's nothing!" You exclaimed, shaking your head furiously.

Yuta laughed, wiggling his eyebrows. "It's something sexy, huh? Did you get off thinking of Jaehyun?"

Mark started laughing hysterically as Johnny plugged his ears. "Yo, I don't want to hear of my sister's sexual activities!"

You glared at Yuta, throwing a pillow at him. "You guys are so annoying! Can you please not talk about this stuff anymore?"

"That's why we love you, Y/N." Yuta said, pointing at himself and scratching his chest suggestively. "Sexy."

"Shut up." You mumbled, hiding your face in your hands. You were glad they weren't home when you were masturbating. The images would have been way too humiliating to explain to them. It was bad enough that Jaehyun, the object of your affection, had witnessed it first hand.

"Ohhhh, Y/N," Haechan chuckled. "Didn't know you were like that. Do you have sex dreams about him too?"

You covered your ears. "I'm not listening to any of you! Leave me alone!"

"Aw, come on, Y/N." Taeyong cooed, placing his arm around your shoulders. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

You punched Taeyong’s arm, making him groan in shock. Taeil let out a laugh. "Geez, Y/N, we're only joking. You can tell us. I bet we've all had those kinds of fantasies at least once."

A blush rose to your cheeks as you tried to come up with an excuse to get away from everyone. But there was no way you were admitting this to them. You glanced over your shoulder, sighing in relief when you saw Jaehyun coming back to the living room.

He smiled widely when he saw you. "Did you miss me?"

You frowned at him, before tugging on his sleeve. He leaned down so that you could whisper in his ear. "Jaehyun, can we go back to my place?"

Jaehyun looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want Johnny―"

"My brother can go screw himself, for all I care." You scoffed, Johnny and the others laughing hysterically.

Yuta swung an arm around Jaehyun's shoulder. "Don't come back home tonight. Just spend the night with her."

Jaehyun's cheeks grew pink and he shrugged off Yuta’s hold. He looked at you. "You sure?"

You nodded before standing on your toes to whisper in his ears. "We can pick up where I left off in your bedroom."

Jaehyun gulped audibly, shooting you a worried glance. You giggled before grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the hallway and yelled out your goodbyes to the others.

By the time you reached your place, you had forgotten about everything else that happened earlier that day. There was only one thing on your mind; how badly you wanted to see Jaehyun naked.

You unlocked the door to your apartment, Jaehyun following closely behind you. You kicked your shoes off as soon as you entered the main area, turning towards Jaehyun to wrap your arms around his waist.

"Y/N..." Jaehyun said softly as you pressed yourself up against him. His eyes fluttered shut as you traced his neckline with your tongue. You nibbled at his skin, tracing your tongue across his collarbone before gently kissing the hollow of his throat. Jaehyun shivered slightly as you lightly licked the edge of his ear.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" You asked, running your hands along his body. "Make you forget about everything else except me?"

"Yes..." Jaehyun replied, leaning forward to nip at your lower lip. You pulled away from him and yanked his shirt off, exposing his smooth skin underneath. You pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his lap, grinding against his hard cock.

"What should I do with you, Y/N?" Jaehyun breathed, placing his hands on your hips.

"Anything you want." You answered, kissing his jawline. You kissed your way down his neck, sucking on his earlobe and sending shivers throughout his body.

Jaehyun moaned in response, gripping your ass tightly.

You let out a frustrated cry as Jaehyun pushed your dress up, revealing your lace panties. Jaehyun sucked in a sharp breath, dropping his hands onto your waist to grip your sides. He ran his thumb along your panties, enjoying the slight friction created by your clothing.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." Jaehyun commanded, pinching the elastic band of your underwear.

"Touch me." You breathed. "Please touch me."

Jaehyun slowly peeled your panties down, sliding them off your legs and tossing them aside. He swallowed loudly, eyeing your pussy with desire. "So pretty."

You nodded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "More."

"You have no idea how much I want you right now." Jaehyun confessed, lifting you off his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked towards the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, leaning down to run his tongue along your neck. "But I don't want to rush things, Y/N."

You pulled his hair, making him yelp. "Hurry and get rid of your clothes, Jaehyun. Take off mines too."

"Okay..." Jaehyun agreed, kissing his way down your chest. As he made his way down, his fingers expertly removed your clothes until you were completely naked. You whimpered as he traced his fingers along your inner thighs, admiring the view in front of you.

"How long has it been since someone did this to you?" Jaehyun asked, tracing his tongue up your stomach. "Too long, isn't it?"

"Mmhmm." You murmured, closing your eyes. "Please... Jaehyun..."

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me." You begged, raising your knees towards his face.

Jaehyun complied without hesitation, spreading your legs apart and licking your swollen clit. You gasped, raising your hips towards his mouth. Your body tensed, moaning in pleasure. You felt a warm liquid spread between your legs as Jaehyun teased you with his tongue.

"Fuck, this feels better than a vibrator. This is amazing." You panted, panting heavily as Jaehyun kissed his way up your body. When he reached your lips, he buried his face in your mouth, gently biting at your bottom lip.

His tongue darted inside your mouth, causing you to moan deeply as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You broke the kiss to speak, only to gasp again when he began sucking on your nipples.

"Jaehyun... oh god... it feels so good..."

Jaehyun growled against your breast, pulling on your nipple. "Keep saying that, Y/N, and I won't stop."

You moaned in pleasure as he sucked your other nipple, releasing another flood of juices between your legs.

When you opened your eyes, you found Jaehyun smiling down at you. His pupils were dilated and you knew exactly what he wanted from you. You grabbed a condom from the drawer next to your bed and slid it on. When you pushed Jaehyun down on his back, you crawled on top of him.

"Don't tease me, Y/N." Jaehyun groaned, grabbing both of your asscheeks. "Give me what I want."

You grinned down at him, lowering yourself onto his hard cock. You gasped as you took him deep inside of you, feeling every inch of him inside of you. Jaehyun bit his lip as you ground against his dick, meeting each thrust with your own.

"Y/N..." Jaehyun panted, cupping your breasts roughly. "This feels incredible."

You moaned, burying your face in his neck as you rode him. His hands quickly went to your hips, guiding you through your movements. Your breathing was labored and your heart raced as you pushed yourself up and down, taking Jaehyun deeper and deeper with each stroke.

The pressure inside of you built up and you bit down on your lip to keep from screaming out. Your nails dug into Jaehyun's chest, the strength behind each movement increasing. You couldn't help but smile when you felt his hands tightened around your waist. You could feel the tension building up within him, feeling like you were pushing him over the edge.

As soon as you thought you were going to lose control, Jaehyun flipped you onto your back. He hovered above you, moving one of your legs to wrap around his waist while he entered you once more.

"Shit..." Jaehyun cursed, slamming his hips down into yours. Your legs tightened around his waist and he growled in frustration.

Your head fell back as you cried out in pleasure. His free hand clutched your breast, squeezing gently. Your other hand rested on his cheek, drawing his attention to you.

Jaehyun's eyes were locked onto yours as he moved inside of you. He thrust in and out of you harshly, the force of his movements almost causing you to slip from his grasp. His lips parted in ecstasy as he stared at you, his eyes filling with lust.

"I'm gonna come, Y/N." Jaehyun muttered, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and arched your back, meeting his thrusts with your own. Your muscles clenched as Jaehyun hit the sweet spot inside of you. He released his tight grip on your breast and moved his hand to your face, pressing his forehead against yours.

You wrapped your legs around his waist tighter as you felt the first waves of pleasure course through your body. A moment later, he joined you in orgasmic bliss, shooting his load into the condom.

After a few moments of catching your breaths, Jaehyun collapsed on you before rolling off you, feeling both exhausted and satisfied. Jaehyun brought his lips to yours and you returned the gesture, sharing a passionate kiss.

"Wow." You sighed happily, resting your head on his chest.

"Yeah..." Jaehyun chuckled, stroking your back. "That was intense."

"Where'd you learn to fuck like that? From watching porn?" You asked, wiping your sweat soaked brow. You let out a laugh when he looked away. "No need to be embarrassed, Jaehyun. We're both adults here."

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow, smirking at you. "Uh huh."

"If I didn't know any better, I would say that we are meant to be together." You continued.

"Uh huh." Jaehyun repeated, fingers sliding along your hips. "I watch porn and you masturbate in my bed thinking about me. It's destiny."

You smacked his arm playfully. "Shut up."

Jaehyun let out a laugh, pulling you close for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, savoring the feeling of being in his embrace.

"Now let's get dressed and go out to dinner." You suggested. "If you tell my brother and the other guys about what we did, I will smother you in your sleep."

"I wouldn't mind being smothered by your tits." Jaehyun said, teasingly.

"Stop trying to seduce me!" You giggled, bringing his lips to yours. "By the way, happy birthday Jaehyun. And thank you for letting me spend it with you."

Jaehyun smiled, kissing you tenderly. "Thank you for spending it with me. I hope you didn't have any other plans today since it's also Valentine's Day."

"Nope. Nothing at all." You admitted, pulling away from him to look into his eyes. "Will you believe me if I secretly, kinda wanted you to be mines for tonight?"

"Why?" Jaehyun asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because I really, really like you. And there was no one I wanted to spend Valentine's Day and a birthday with more than you." You whispered, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Happy Birthday, Jaehyun."

"And Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N." Jaehyun whispered back. "Can you be my forever only? Because I really, really like you too."

"... Yes." You breathed, looking into his dreamy eyes. "I can be yours forever."

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2tyongs · 6 months

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[3:45 AM] stars . . .

bf!doyoung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship,

warnings: none other than it's not really proofread!

a.n. first post oh em gee kinda nervousss! i don't see a lot of 127 fluff on here anymore so i guess i gotta do it myself 😒/hj. requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! i hope you enjoy <3 happy halloween btw 🙏🏾

doyoung never knew what love was supposed to feel like until he met you.

you were like a breath of fresh air in his life. taking his normal, mundane tasks like going grocery shopping and transforming them into something more thrilling, or making him experience new things that he would never do on his own. you had made his daily routine into something new, something beautiful.

he will always love learning more about you no matter how long you have been together; your hobbies, your favorite places, and what your favorite shows are. everything about you intrigues him and compels him to familiarize himself more and more with everything you consider to be part of yourself — past and present.

he will always listen to what you have to say, holding onto every word. even the little things that you thought never mattered or were worth remembering yourself, he remembers. he remembers the names that you had wanted to name your pet years ago, the way you don't care for certain holidays like valentine's day (he will always still make the effort to show that he loves you on these days anyway; bringing you flowers and cooking your favorite dishes so you have something to look forward to, even on the days you typically hadn't expected to before.), and the books you said you wanted to read but never got the chance to purchase. he notices when your gaze lingers on an item for too long when you're out shopping together, making a note to himself to come back and buy it for you for a special occasion coming up.

one night while the two of you were lying on the couch, you mentioned that you had always loved going stargazing when you were younger after seeing the two main characters of the movie you're watching sitting under the stars, sharing their dreams.

doyoung had made a mental note of this former interest of yours, which led the two of you to where you are right now: sitting on a soft blanket and staring at the warm night sky. you were seated in front of him, resting your back on his chest with your head on his shoulder, enthusiastically guiding his vision to all of the constellations and stars you could remember as you pointed them out the best you could.

“...that's the big dipper, but if you look closer you'll see that it's part of a constellation called the great bear," you point to the left, tracing out the pattern with your finger. "not many people know that the big dipper isn't considered a constellation." you explain softly, never taking your eyes off of the view.

doyoung doesn't mean to get distracted from your explanation, but he can't help it when you look so excited. reliving your childhood with the stars above brings you so much joy that a smile makes its way onto your face as you share your knowledge with him. he admires your beauty as you talk about the things you're passionate about, trying to etch the sight of you into his memory forever. looking at you is something that he will never get tired of. the soft curve of your lips, the way your lashes cast shadows onto your face, the beauty marks that adorn your complexion.

you start to talk again until you feel his eyes gazing at you instead of the stars above. you turn to him, momentarily dazed by the amount of fondness that you can see in his eyes as he looks down at you. you smile softly, “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

doyoung smiles back, “no reason. i'm just happy.” he can tell you're not exactly pleased with his answer if the way that you raise your eyebrow at him is anything to go by.

"'just happy?' i need you to elaborate a little more, doyoung." you tease, nudging him, and glance back up at the sky.

he rolls his eyes with a smile still gracing his features, holding you closer, "i just really love being with you, hearing you talk about the things that you love, that's all." you turn to him again. you can hear the sincerity in his voice and see it in his eyes and it makes your heart melt. you're too flustered by the love you can almost see and feel exuding from him to say anything back, so you decide to continue looking at the view ahead of you instead, tracing patterns on the back of his hand.

there's a short silence until you finally break it, staring up at the sky, "i love you." you tell him, leaning your head onto his shoulder once again.

he knows that you love him. you show it every single day in the way that you make time for him and the way that you've let him become a part of your life in a way that no one else has, letting him see parts of yourself that no one else could.

"i love you too. so much." he replies, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your waist with his thumbs.

he always thinks to himself that even if he were dealt a different set of cards in his life, the stars would always align to give him the grace of being here with you. and he's more than certain that no matter what those cards looked like, there's no way he could love you any more than he does now.

doyoung knows that no amount of words or physical affection could ever be enough to express the love he feels for you. but for now, you just being there with him, letting him hold you, this will suffice just fine.

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moonlezn · 7 months

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The Story Of Us IV

— Um amor proibido, Jaehyun Jung. Primeiro Ato: Illicit Affairs

notas: o ex misterioso finalmente deu as caras! que esse romance ilícito te encontre bem, apesar de tudo. até o próximo ato.

Quando estamos prestes a cometer algum erro, a nossa consciência grita. Desse modo a voz da sua cabeça berrou, esperneou, fez de tudo para que você parasse de cair no mesmo poço fundo que destroçou o seu coração. Como deseja agora ter escutado sua própria razão.

É esse o problema dos amores proibidos, Dos encontros clandestinos e dos olhares desejosos. Nascem de apenas uma troca de olhar, Mas morrem milhares de vezes.

Depois da partida de Renjun, você precisou de muita ajuda para se reencontrar. Se não fossem pelas várias visitas de Kun, e pelas jornadas mais longas no escritório, você não teria feito o mínimo esforço para ver outras pessoas.

Começou com a primeira fase, a negação. O tempo livre após o trabalho e os finais de semana eram em casa, por isso seu chefe se despia da postura formal e se transformava no seu vizinho que sempre tinha chocolate, sorvete e pipoca ao bater na sua porta com sugestões de séries que faziam sua mente dar um nó. O suspense tomava sua atenção por horas o suficiente.

Kun tomou a responsabilidade de te distrair para si, o que nunca foi um peso. Na verdade, ele se sentia à vontade e confortável ao seu lado. Ele foi capaz de te cativar tão rápido que duvidava se ele era real ou uma imaginação, tão bom ele era e continua sendo.

— Você não pensa em ter um hobby? — Ele pergunta ao sentar-se no sofá, apoiando os calcanhares na mesa à frente. Observa enquanto você pondera a sugestão, ele aproveita para tomar um gole da cerveja gelada que havia acabado de buscar na geladeira.

— Tipo o quê? — Devolve com outra pergunta.

— Não sei… Antes seu hobby era escrever, mas agora você faz isso o dia todo. — Ele começa o raciocínio. — Tem que ter outra coisa pra distrair a mente. Aula de dança?

— Hm, parece uma boa. Mas eu vou pensar sobre. — Concluiu apressada, o filme que escolheram esta noite aguçou sua curiosidade.

Depois do vizinho partir para o apartamento ao lado, você fica assistindo vídeos por bons minutos. Até que um deles chama sua atenção, e você entra no perfil para assistir mais como aquele. É um vídeo simples, onde uma menina mostra algumas câmeras de filme sendo cuidadas, o filme sendo trocado e separado para revelação. Por alguma razão aquilo te prende e te interessa mais do que esperava, por isso acabou conectando os pontos: e se isso for o seu hobby? Fotografia de filme não é fácil, mas nada tão revigorante como aprender algo novo do zero.

Num rompante de energia, busca o laptop na escrivaninha do quarto e pesquisa se havia lojas de filme pela cidade. Horizon Film. O instagram é bonito, muito bem montado, cheio de informações. Pega o celular novamente para rolar o feed com mais facilidade, se deparando com uma postagem que te tira o fôlego. As fotos eram de uma delicadeza surpreendente, e você não resiste à beleza que te instiga. Encara cada detalhe.

Repara, após uns instantes, que há uma marcação nas fotos, jaehyunpov. As outras imagens que encontra são tão lindas e inspiradoras quanto. Elas variam em foco, em filme, em cores; capturam o belo do cotidiano, mas também da natureza, de paisagens escondidas, de partes óbvias da cidade que os nossos olhos já tinham se acostumado. Aquele perfil te fez tomar uma decisão: faria uma visita à loja no dia seguinte.

O horário de almoço finalmente chega, e você sai correndo para dar tempo de escolher a primeira câmera com calma. Os passos apressados abrem caminho através das pessoas que andam no contrafluxo, te ajudando a alcançar o destino mais rápido.

Parando brevemente antes de abrir a porta, um friozinho na barriga gostoso dá as caras. Cheia de coragem você entra, o sino soa para anunciar sua chegada, e um jovem sorri com as covinhas simpáticas atrás do balcão.

— Bem-vinda! Pode ficar à vontade, qualquer coisa é só chamar. — Ele diz como num piloto automático, mas ainda alegre.

Você agradece com um aceno de cabeça e repara cada parte do recinto. As paredes verde oliva adornadas com capas de vinis, polaroids e outras séries de fotos em filme oferecem um quê vintage e aconchegante ao espaço; a música baixinha ao fundo acrescenta ao sentimento de nostalgia uma graciosidade única; as câmeras dispostas em prateleiras do chão ao teto te encantam ao ponto de arrancar um sorriso surpreso do seu rosto envergonhado, pois o menino ainda queima suas costas com o olhar fixo na sua figura.

É bem verdade que está mais perdida do que gostaria, porém ainda não queria admitir. Finge pensar nas suas opções, ficando mais nervosa a cada minuto que passa. Não deu para sentir a presença do outro se aproximando, sendo assim, exclama de susto ao vê-lo bem ao seu lado. Ele solta uma risada culpada, porém divertida, e o som ecoa um pouco.

— Desculpa, não queria te assustar. — O garoto põe a mão no próprio peito, controlando a risada. — Você quer ajuda?

Resolve parar de mentir, assentindo firmemente.

— Sim, por favor. — Declara, por fim. Ele aumenta o sorriso ao te ver expor a preocupação de principiante. — Eu decidi ontem começar com tudo isso, — Você gesticula demais. — então eu tô muito confusa.

— Ah, não fica assim. — Por alguma razão ele parece animado. — Sempre quis ajudar alguém a começar do jeito certo, você vai ser minha cobaia. — Arqueia uma das sobrancelhas, esperando uma resposta. O jeito que ele te olha é um pouco…

— Ótimo! — Você se deixa contagiar pelo entusiasmo nos planos.

— Perfeito. Pra começar, essa daqui… — Ele avança entre as prateleiras, você apenas o observa procurar o que pensa. — essa! É a melhor! — O garoto volta para o seu lado, ainda com aquele olhar que te constrange, acompanhado da mansidão na voz doce.

Ele descreve algumas especificidades da Yashica Kyocera Ez Mate com uma aura brilhante em volta de si, conhecedor natural de tudo o que aquela pequena máquina seria capaz de fazer, e também justifica porque ela seria a opção mais conveniente para o seu primeiro passo.

— …Enfim, ela é simples, compacta, intuitiva e vai te dar a vibe de filme que você precisa pra se apaixonar por esse meio. — Ele completa, prestando atenção nas suas reações conforme ia falando.

Confessa que se perdeu um pouco entre os fios ondulados caindo sobre os olhos orientais, que te fitam com o que parece uma curiosidade saudosa. Os traços tão bonitos te intimidam por um momento, mas percebe que ele tinha acabado de explicar e aguarda sua resposta com os lábios torcidos numa expressão quase convencida.

— Eu… é… — Você passa a mão entre os próprios cabelos, colocando-os atrás da orelha após jogá-los para trás. — Vou ficar com essa mesmo, vou confiar na sua sugestão. — Tenta fazer uma piadinha para despistar a sua situação.

No caixa, o garoto embala o pacote com cuidado e destreza, incluindo uma caixa a mais de filme do que havia pedido.

— Ei, acho que você colocou uma caixinha extra…

— É um presente de boa sorte. — Ele levanta o olhar e te dá uma piscadela, ocasionando o retorno do rubor às suas bochechas.

Nunca antes na vida murmurou um obrigada tão tímido. Piorou quando, ao pegar a sacola das mãos do menino, reparou que nem tinha perguntado o nome dele.

— Obrigada pela atenção… — Você sinalizou com o rosto confuso que não sabia como chamá-lo.

— Jaehyun. — Ele sorri fraco, apontando para o pequeno broche na altura do peito que continha o mesmo nome escrito.

Burra, como não reparou antes?

Além de se achar a pessoa mais lenta do universo neste momento, você também conectou o nome ao instagram que tinha fuxicado na noite anterior. No entanto, não poderia mencionar isso agora.

— Você também tira foto, Jaehyun? — Indaga para mascarar que já sabia sobre o talento dele.

— Uhm, sim. — Responde como se fosse óbvio, apesar de apreciar o seu interesse. — Eu tenho um instagram só sobre isso, é Jaehyun pê ó vê, tudo junto. Me segue lá, se quiser.

— Ah, claro! Vai ficar de inspiração. — Você pega o celular e segue o perfil na frente dele. — Eu preciso ir! — Arregala os olhos ao se dar conta do horário, ainda precisa almoçar. — Até… um dia!

Jaehyun acena para sua figura apressada que deixa a porta pesada se fechar sozinha. O frio na barriga ainda não passou, mas agora tem mais de uma razão.

Fazendo o caminho de volta para o trabalho, pensa se não viu coisa demais nos trejeitos do homem. Talvez ele só estivesse fazendo um bom atendimento, nada mais. Talvez ele tratasse todo cliente assim, com atenção, com sorrisos e com esse olhar cativante o suficiente para te fazer lembrar dele durante o resto do dia.

Chegando em casa, você gravou uns stories só para compartilhar com os amigos sobre o seu novo interesse. Poucos minutos depois, recebe duas notificações.

97jung seguiu você

Jaehyun curtiu seu story

Aquele era o instagram pessoal de Jaehyun. Talvez estivesse certa. O sorrisinho que está nos seus lábios aumenta ao apertar o seguir de volta que o perfil exibe em azul; se desfaz logo em seguida, todavia.

Não precisou stalkear o menino por muito tempo para ver as fotos com a namorada no feed. Ué?

Bom, conclui para si, definitivamente estava errada. Pelo menos teria um novo amigo… certo?

O final de semana seguinte é inteiramente seu e da sua nova câmera. Há tempos não sentia vontade de sair de casa para fazer algo, especialmente sozinha. Na manhã de Sábado se arruma inteira, passa maquiagem e põe uma roupa que gosta enquanto ouve uma playlist animada. O seu interior reflete nas atividades daquele novo dia, já nem se lembra do que precisava esquecer.

Você pega uma das bicicletas por aplicativo e passeia pelas ruas vazias do bairro, seu rumo é o parque das borboletas, o lugar mais inspirador que conhece. Você tira inúmeras fotos, torcendo para que fiquem tão boas quanto prometiam. As famílias por lá se derramam numa alegria que transborda através da lente pequena, mas que te permite um mundo de novas oportunidades.

No Domingo repete o processo, entretanto, os pedais te levam até às igrejas antigas que esbanjam arquitetura minuciosa e obras singulares no interior. Aproveita também para passar pelas galerias de arte lotadas, onde fotografa um menininho espevitado e curioso interagindo com as esculturas, tentando imitá-las da forma que consegue. A mãe assente feliz após seu pedido de autorização para fotografá-lo, e sorri grande ao vê-lo exagerar nos gestos quando percebeu ser o alvo da sua atenção. Um pequeno artista.

Durante a tarde e a noite gastou suas horas no computador digitalizando e editando os cliques favoritos do filme. Deu muito trabalho, porém foi sucesso. Acabaria revelando algumas depois, essas foram só para admirar o resultado das tentativas. Postou algumas no story e no feed, agora inteiramente tomada pela boa sensação que o início concreto te causa.

Jaehyun respondeu seu story: O seu olhar é muito delicado Que talento! Acho que essa é a minha favorita Não… essa. Como você conseguiu pegar a borboleta parada?

Infelizmente não consegue lutar contra o sorriso bobo, nem contra o coração acelerado, pulando de alegria ao ler os elogios. Mas não é nada demais, ele só é alguém que entende muito sobre o que você começou a fazer agora.

você: é tudo sorte de principiante

Jaehyun: Uma principiante talentosa, então E linda

O-oh.

Você não responde, não sabe como reagir. Vira o telefone para baixo e desliga o computador. Prepara tudo para o dia seguinte e prefere ir dormir, ignorando as outras notificações de Jaehyun o máximo que pode.

Tenta fechar os olhos, mas o sono não vem. A curiosidade aperta demais. Você toma o celular novamente e pondera se deve ler as mensagens. Que mal faria?

Jaehyun: Vendo o seu estilo eu já tenho várias outras sugestões de câmera As canon combinam demais contigo, eu acho Quero ver outras fotos, pode me mostrar?

O problema é que ele sabe conversar. Uma resposta era o suficiente para ele engatar um assunto no outro, e assim passaram dias, melhor, semanas, conversando todos. os. dias.

Os tópicos deixaram de ser apenas sobre fotografia, Jaehyun passou a te perguntar sobre seus dias, seu trabalho, seus gostos… Não só isso, ele também mandava bobeiras sobre os próprios afazeres, fotos com caretas, músicas que o lembram você, vídeos idiotas seguidos de áudios tomados pela risada contagiante… tudo absolutamente perigoso. O tempo inteiro você se pega sorrindo para a tela, e também precisa se policiar para não ficar mais feliz ao ver o nome dele aparecer várias vezes no celular.

Jaehyun: Preciso te entregar uma coisa Passa aqui na loja?

Visto que já fazia um tempo que tinha feito uma visita à Horizon, encanta-se novamente pelo ambiente acolhedor como se fosse a primeira vez. Tão logo o sino aponta sua chegada, Jaehyun te cumprimenta com mais intimidade desta vez.

— Finalmente apareceu! — Ele completa o cumprimento animado. Você, sem graça e sem um teclado virtual para te esconder, sorri sem mostrar os dentes e ajeita o cabelo sem perceber.

— Não faz tanto tempo assim, faz?

— Claro que faz. — O garoto te encara com uma expressão quase ofendida no rosto. — Sem mais delongas, tá aqui seu presente.

Jaehyun mostra uma caixa preta com um laço prateado na tampa, e você fica sem palavras ao abrir. É uma Olympus Trip carérrima que tinha mencionado estar de olho numa das conversas.

— Jae… eu não posso aceitar! É um presente muito além do que eu mereço, eu… — Tenta falar através das mãos que cobrem o seu rosto chocado.

— Não gastei nada, é sério. — Ele ri, os olhinhos se apertam. A confusão que substitui a surpresa faz com que ele queira explicar. — Eu ganhei essa câmera do meu pai, agora eu quero que ela seja sua.

— Pior ainda! O valor sentimental é muito mais caro. — Você balança a cabeça negativamente. — Não vou aceitar, não adianta.

— Ah, meu Deus… Então pega emprestado só. Tô te emprestando a câmera por tempo indeterminado. Pode ser assim? — Jaehyun e suas sobrancelhas arqueadas, e a aura de sabichão que te convence a ceder. Você revira os olhos ao sorrir, e ele comemora com o punho socando o ar. — Espero que você se apaixone.

Oi? Você não precisa dizer nada para que ele ache graça da sua reação.

— Pela câmera. — Ele adiciona, e você relaxa os ombros tensos pelo que ele havia dito. Pega a máquina nas mãos, sorrindo ao futucar alguns botões, verificando que já tinha um rolo de filme novo dentro. — E por mim também.

— Jaehyun Jung! — O que era para ser uma repreensão tem o efeito contrário, o safado adora o jeito como o nome sai dos seus lábios.

Ele dá a volta no balcão enquanto você guarda a câmera na caixa de novo. Nervosa, cruza os braços ao perceber que a figura masculina não teme se aproximar mais do que o aceitável para amigos.

Você devia ter corrido.

— Sabe… te chamei aqui porque queria te ver, achei que nunca mais você fosse vir. — A voz baixa e grave soa como uma melodia apaixonante aos seus ouvidos.

Por alguns segundos se deixa hipnotizar pelos olhos penetrantes do mais alto, pelas covinhas tão charmosas que adornam a face doce, mas proibida. Limpa a garganta e desvia o olhar de propósito, porém sua voz te trai.

— Eu tro… trouxe uns filmes, umas fotos pra impri… pra revelar. — A tentativa foi válida, uma pena que não abateu Jaehyun nem um pouco. Ele gosta do modo como você fica sob a proximidade dele.

O menino não fala nada, faz pior. Acaricia o seu antebraço nu até alcançar a ponta dos dedos, entrelaçando nos dele para te guiar até a sala vermelha. Ele narra cada parte do processo de revelação, o que te deixa mais confortável de novo. Cuidadosamente, Jaehyun coloca cada foto para secar numa espécie de varal que corta a sala no meio. Porque são muitas fotos, você decide ajudá-lo pendurando algumas, ficando de frente para ele.

Os papéis acabam, e no silêncio que paira, ele fita seu rosto de perto novamente.

— Que foi? — Falar com o tom de voz normal parece esquisito ali dentro, por isso sussurra.

— Você fica linda até na luz vermelha. — Ele declara, desmontando cada muro que construiu.

Jaehyun testa as águas, leva uma das mãos até sua cintura num toque delicado, quase imperceptível. Como não recebe protestos, a outra mão repousa na sua nuca, achegando os corpos de um jeito que te faz fechar os olhos inconscientemente.

— Jae, não. É errado. — Dá para acreditar se você mal tem força ao afirmar?

— Então por que parece tão certo? — De novo sem resposta, ele toma os seus lábios nos dele, respirando fundo ao fazê-lo. Estava matando a sede digna de deserto.

Ele te segura com força, bem próximo, e te beija com a suavidade de um príncipe. Você desmonta no colo forte à medida que as línguas desvendam o segredo condenável. Sua mente não para de girar, vacilando entre o certo e o errado, entre a namorada de Jaehyun e os lábios tão macios que investem contra os seus.

— Linda… — Ele sussurra entre o beijo ao procurar fôlego, ainda te dando alguns selinhos preguiçosos e longos. — Tão, tão linda.

Ele afaga os seus cabelos, os lábios cerejados se contorcem num sorriso irresistível.

Indo para a casa, a culpa começa a arder no seu estômago, seguida dos flashes inevitáveis do beijo de Jaehyun. A sensação ainda formiga todo seu corpo, mas sente vontade de chorar. Por que fez isso?

Foi a primeira, única e última vez.

No dia seguinte, acorda com uma mensagem longa do garoto. Sente um frio terrível na barriga, porém abre mesmo assim, sem nem mesmo ler algumas anteriores ainda de ontem.

Jaehyun:

Linda, bom dia. Dormiu bem?Eu fiquei preocupado contigo desde ontem. Não quero q vc se sinta culpada, nem nada disso, sabe? Tbm preciso que saiba que eu não me arrependo do nosso beijo, foi tão bom pra mim e eu não paro de pensar em vc.Mas tbm entendo q é uma situação estranha, e o que vc quiser fazer… eu te respeito. Só, por favor, não vai embora. Gosto demais de vc pra te perder já.

Que merda, Jaehyun.

Infelizmente, o ardiloso sabe como mexer com a sua cabeça. A culpa fica mais leve por causa da segurança que vem com as palavras, porém sua consciência ainda aponta que algo está muito, muito, errado.

você:

jae, eu n vou embora vamos fingir q ontem n aconteceu, pf me desculpa mesmo, eu n consigo amigos?

Se não fosse com ele, com quem falaria sobre sua nova paixão? Conheceram-se há pouco, mas já existe todo um idioma no qual se comunicam perfeitamente, sintonizados por causa daquele mundo que os conecta.

Jaehyun: Se é isso que vc quer, assim vai ser Não precisa pedir desculpas, é sério Enfim… sábado vc tá livre? Já tenho nosso primeiro programa de amigos

— Eu não gosto nada desse cara. — Kun declara, chamando sua atenção, após notar o nome na tela do seu celular. — Não quis invadir sua privacidade, foi mal.

Óbvio que tinha contado tudo para o seu vizinho, chefe e mais próximo amigo. Depois de te dar uma bronca fenomenal, te consolou com chamego no sofá da sala dele e com conselhos um pouco regados de ciúmes.

— Ele me chamou pra sair, mas como amigo. — Você defende Jaehyun com discrição, prevendo outro esporro.

— Tá de sacanagem, né? Você sabe que ele… — O homem suspira, agarrando o volante com força, rindo com ironia por um segundo. — Me diz que você não vai, por favor.

— Não, eu… — Pensa numa desculpa esfarrapada, já tinha confirmado que iria. — Não sei, Kun. Ainda é quarta, sei nem se vou estar viva amanhã. — A piada quebra o gelo com sucesso.

— Para de falar besteira, garota. Eu hein! — Ele ri, te beliscando em qualquer parte que pode, sem tirar os olhos da rua. — Mas é sério, viu… Não emenda uma mágoa na outra. — O olhar preocupado e cuidadoso atinge o seu coração, e você assente como uma promessa silenciosa que foi quebrada vergonhosamente alguns meses depois.

No Sábado de manhã, Jaehyun te busca com o carro lotado de coisas que precisam para passar o dia isolados na casa do avô dele. O bosque não é tão longe da cidade, mas ainda é afastado, então tinham de se preparar com comida, repelentes, casacos e gasolina extra.

O caminho foi preenchido pelas discussões profundas sobre as letras do Kings of Leon, uma das bandas pela qual descobriram compartilhar um apreço incomum. Os poucos carros que passavam com certeza julgaram ser uma briga intensa enquanto vocês interpretaram cada palavra de Revelry. No entanto, a música dolorosa só ajuda na intimidade da amizade.

Para falar a verdade, já tinha visitado o bosque algumas vezes desde a faculdade, só que nunca soube da existência das várias cabines rústicas escondidas entre as árvores altas e pomposas.

Jaehyun te mostra o primeiro andar da cabine que parecia bem menor do lado de fora, a luz do sol toma os cômodos através dos vidros das janelas, deixando o ambiente mais caloroso ainda. As comidas são deixadas na cozinha, e vocês organizam tudo bem rápido.

— Eu te trouxe aqui pra te mostrar uma coisa especial. — Ele anuncia, andando de frente para você pelo corredor até a sala.

Não param ali, o sorriso travesso de Jaehyun te seduz pelos degraus de madeira que os levam até o segundo andar. Abrindo uma das portas, ele te deixa entrar primeiro. O quarto é pequeno, mas não há nada além de uma estante com muitas prateleiras e uma escrivaninha virada para a paisagem lá fora.

— Já te falei que meu tataravô era fotógrafo? — Jaehyun apoia o punho numa das prateleiras mais altas. — Essas são as câmeras dele. As de baixo são as do meu trisavô, também fotógrafo. Ele foi até pra guerra, a fotografia salvou ele dos traumas quando voltou. — Ele sorri, admirando as diversas máquinas expostas ali. — Essas outras são do meu bisavô, — A mão apoiada abaixou mais uma prateleira. — Essas do meu avô, — Agacha na penúltima prateleira. — e essas do meu pai. — Ele olha para cima, encontrando os seus olhos marejados.

A história, é claro, é linda. Uma família inteira apaixonada por aquilo que você acabara de descobrir. Os detalhes que te emocionam, no entanto, são mínimos diante de tudo. Na fileira do pai de Jaehyun, falta uma câmera bem no centro da coleção. A marca da poeira sinaliza que ela foi retirada recentemente, e não só isso, o tamanho denuncia: ali estava a câmera que lhe foi dada como um presente. Além disso, na última prateleira, ainda vazia, o nome Jaehyun Jung fora gravado com uma caligrafia elegante. Ele seria o próximo a deixar rastro na história da família.

O pedaço de madeira contém toda a herança do garoto que se levanta e seca suas lágrimas bobas. O cenho franzido de preocupação também consola o seu pranto. No silêncio que recai diz mais do que mil palavras e declarações vãs do sentimento que preenche o seu peito agora. Conforme o mais alto diminui a distância tola que ainda os separa, cada voz da sua cabeça é calada. Os braços fortes envolvem a sua figura num abraço apertado, e Jaehyun esconde o próprio rosto na curva do seu pescoço.

— Com certeza eles estão orgulhosos de você. — Segreda com a voz ainda embargada, grata por ter visto aquele pedaço da vida do garoto. Parece até um crime estar ali, testemunhando o tesouro da família.

— Frutas silvestres. — Ele murmura, contrariando qualquer expectativa de resposta.

Você se afasta do ombro dele para questioná-lo com a expressão remexida pela confusão.

— Seu perfume… — Jaehyun ri fraco, entendendo que soou um pouco aleatório. — Há uns dias eu tava me perguntando do que o cheiro me lembra.

Por uns instantes nada breves, ambos passeiam os olhos por cada traço tão evidente pela proximidade, como se estivessem hipnotizados. Tal qual ímãs, foram atraídos um pelo outro e conectaram-se em um novo beijo. Este difere do primeiro, há uma faísca de satisfação, então entende: no seu interior já nasceu uma dependência que clamava por mais da dose viciante do calor de Jaehyun.

É aliciante, mas ambíguo. Ao mesmo tempo que cura, rasga uma nova ferida. Sente-se uma estúpida ao correr mais e mais atrás do fogo que arde através dos beijos de Jaehyun no seu pescoço, desabotoando a jaqueta pesada e permitindo que a mesma caia no chão, abandonada.

Entre sussurros que pioram o feitiço sobre você e mais beijos cheios de brasa, vocês caminham pela casa outra vez, com ele guiando os passos até um dos quartos. Nenhum alerta, nenhuma sirene, nenhum conselho, ninguém, nada impede sua entrega naquela pequena casa que ganha mais um mistério para guardar.

— Você é a mulher mais linda do mundo. — Ele pausa o que fazia, prestes a concretizar a intimidade que buscavam até aquele momento. — Minha linda. — Jaehyun afirma várias e várias vezes ao venerar cada parte do seu corpo.

— Toda sua… — Você responde enquanto se deixa intoxicar inteira pela boca, pelas mãos e palavras decrescentes e volúveis que selam o erro horrível e infelizmente te fazem crer que você está no topo do mundo.

É esse o problema dos amores proibidos, Dos encontros clandestinos e dos olhares roubados. Mostram sua verdade apenas uma vez, E mentem milhares de vezes.

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Be There for You

Mark Lee x Male Reader x Lee Haechan (Pt.2)

In which you find yourself caught in between two men and you can’t quite choose

It’s always been Mark and Haechan.

For as long as you could remember it’s always been the two of them. Not that you were there when they first met but hearing the story—it felt like you missed out on the greatest love story to date. Not everyone meets their soulmate at a mere 13—and 14—years old. Not everyone fights with their soulmates so severely they make them want to leave the country as a whole. But Mark and Haechan were exactly that to each other. Regardless of all of their hardships together—they were in love.

You could see it in their eyes. Mark’s usually wandered towards Haechan when he wasn’t looking—a habit that came from years of thinking that Haechan didn’t like him. You see the way his eyes trail up from Haechan’s bare legs to his tanned arms to his face—never quite meeting his eyes. Instead focusing on the moles that littered Haechan’s face.

Haechan is much bolder than Mark. He initiates the skinship that Mark hates. He stares into Mark’s dark eyes with his own light ones, the soft edges of his eyes sharpening quickly when he looks at Mark. Almost as if he were fantasizing about eating him. You’ve noticed his eyes never shape-shift when looking at other people—only Mark. It was something you didn’t know you wanted in a partner. Something that unwillingly filled your stomach with dread as you watched them interact with one another.

You weren’t sure of what the problem was—why it bothered you so much when Mark and Haechan were in their own world, leaving you with your own thoughts. It wasn’t that you couldn’t join them. More that you didn’t want to intrude—you didn’t want to make it about you when it was clearly about them and their relationship.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Yangyang’s outstretched hand finally gave you a reason to tear your eyes away from the couple. A smile escaping your lips when you see the change in his hand. He shakes it a little—teasing you as he comes to sit beside you. “They’re so oblivious, huh?” You feel yourself stiffen, unsure of what Yangyang could be referring to when he said oblivious. Surely he couldn’t know. “They’re like one of the best couples in the group—next to me and Renjun of course. Right?” You don’t know why why the comment doesn’t sit well on your ears.

Best couple.

“No one could beat renyang.”

“That’s more like it, (Y/n)!” Yangyang lets out a boyish laugh, his smile stretching from ear to ear as he slaps your shoulders. It’s contagious—his laughter. He has your eyes filled with tears as you laugh along with him, rubbing where he hit your arm in his fit of laughter. “Don’t you think this should be a fixed unit? We need a full album with just us.”

You shudder at the thought of it. Being a fixed unit would mean that you would have to be around Mark and Haechan more than you already were. It was convenient if they weren’t around—making you rethink your morals as a person. The rest of the conversation is lost in the set. Blending in with the rest of the buzz that fills around you. There’s no distraction big enough to pull you away from Mark and Haechan.

You wish you could’ve fallen for one of them—at least with that it would’ve been easier to guilt yourself into getting rid of your feelings. It aches deep in your throat knowing that if it had been one or the other, it would’ve been easy for your feelings to disappear. It would’ve been easier than dealing with these nauseating spells that come with hanging out with both of them. Not that they ever made you feel left out. Quite the opposite—they were more than accommodating with you. Keeping their PDA as a couple to a minimum and always including you in whatever they were doing. Still it was hard—restricting yourself around them. Stopping yourself from picking the lint that found it’s way on Haechan’s knitted sweaters. Stopping yourself from fixing the back of Mark’s hair that often sticks up—never wanting to cross a line you might never come back from.

“It’s my turn!” You feel Yangyang jump off the couch, energy bouncing off with him as he runs towards the ice rink, almost tripping on his way there. You sigh, pulling at the large jersey that pools at your waist. Alone again.

“(Y/n).” You feel your stomach twist. Mark’s soft voice always makes you feel lighter—it shouldn’t fill you with dread as he waves you over to where he’s standing, under pink and purple lights. “Haechan’s filming too!”

Reluctantly you get up, the stride towards him feels like it’s miles away. You don’t know how your legs simultaneously feel like jelly and as if they weigh a hundred pounds each. You’re unsure of how you make it next to him, all consciousness gone when he brushes his arm next to yours. You swallow hard, shaking your head so your (h/c) hair could cover the look in your eyes.

“Isn’t he so dreamy?” You could count the amount of times Mark compliments Haechan in front of him on just one hand—but the moment Haechan isn’t near him listening, it’s all Mark can do. You look up from your shoes, raising your eyebrows to see Haechan in action.

The camera is spinning around him, lights flashing on and off as he continuously lipsyncs the bridge. He’s so calm, eyes sharp and eyebrows relaxed which further plays into his coolness. You can’t tear your eyes from him, his captivating aura pulling you in dangerously like a siren. He’s almost done in one take, bowing towards the crew as he asks for another just in case. But you know he doesn’t need it, they have enough of his footage. This time around you swear you can hear his voice over the recording—the richness bouncing off of the walls. You let out a breathy “yeah” in response to Mark’s rhetorical question.

The realization sets in, heat creeping from the tops of your ears to the soles of your feet. This was the first time you openly admitted that Haechan was attractive—or rather dreamy—as Mark put it.

You turn your head so you could see Mark from your peripheral vision. He has the same effect on you as Haechan does. Even just standing under the pink and purple lights with his light makeup—it was enough to send you over the edge. There’s a small smile that takes over his lips, cheekbones protruding off his face in pure joy. There is not a hint of jealousy or malicious glint behind Mark’s eyes. Only pure admiration of his boyfriend and people who recognized it so.

“Do you want to get dinner with me and Haechan after the shoot? We’ve been so busy, we’ve been neglecting you, (Y/n).”

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