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nanawritesit · 1 year

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Bodyguard!Baekhyun x Pregnant!Reader: Angst to Fluff

Anonymous said: “Hi! Could you write cold/bodyguard Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. No angst end pleaseee. 😢”

TW: fem!reader, domestic angst, mentions of contraception, pregnancy, sex, and violence. brief mentions of suicide

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Your heart was beating out of your chest. Your palms were sweating profusely. You were shaking like a leaf.

You tried your best to ignore your growing anxiety, mindlessly going through the motions to prepare dinner for you and your husband. Of course he didn’t expect you to, but you wanted to surprise him. Especially because you were planning on presenting some big news to him. You might be pregnant.

To be honest, you weren’t sure how Baekhyun was going to act. He was religious about using condoms and always asked if you were taking your pills, so part of you was worried he absolutely did not want a baby. On the other hand, when you first got married he would sometimes fantasize about moving somewhere far away with you and starting a family. You didn’t know what to expect tonight, so you were obviously very nervous.

“Baby I’m home-“ a voice boomed from the entrance of your home. You croaked out a simple “kitchen” in response. You heard him set down his bag and begin to take off his boots, and after a while he appeared in your doorway. He was dressed in all black, like usual. God, he looked so rugged and strong. It’s no wonder you were knocked up. “Hey beautiful. How was your day?” he asked, coming up behind you to kiss your cheek.

“Oh…. the usual…” you lied, setting down your spatula. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

He was resting his head on your shoulder, lips pressing against your neck in the form of a few short kisses. “You didn’t have to cook, baby.” he chuckled.

“I know, I just thought it sounded… nice tonight.” you lied once again, nervously pushing yourself out of his grasp and huffing over to the other counter to cut up some vegetables. “You should go wash up, I’m almost done.”

“Yes ma’am.” he laughed, confused but going along.

You heaved a sigh of relief as he left the kitchen, busying yourself with setting the table. Soon he was back from the washroom and fixing up a plate. You both took your seats at the table and began eating dinner. You were too anxious to eat normally, picking at your food and taking small bites. He was the opposite, ravenously devouring the meat and vegetables with rice.

“You’re hungry today.” you commented, trying to make conversation to calm your nerves.

“Yeah, I am.” he chuckled, taking a sip of water. “Work was so rough today. Some crazy fan jumped at my client and I had to hold him off.”

“That sounds scary, are you okay?” you asked, concerned.

“Oh yeah, he wasn’t armed or anything. I guess I should’ve mentioned that.” he laughed at himself, and you joined him in spite of your anxiety.

“Yeah, just give your poor wife a heart attack why don’cha.” you giggled, pushing your plate away from you.

He looked up at you. “You done eating already?”

“Yeah, I’m not feeling too good tonight…” you told him. It wasn’t a huge lie, you did have a decent stomachache. That’s what led you to buy a pregnancy test in the first place.

You continued listening to him talk about his day at work, laughing at the funny parts and gasping at his stories of crazy people. Being married to a bodyguard was always interesting to say the least. Of course, it worried you how dangerous his line of work was, but you knew how much he loved it, and it at least gave you some interesting conversations. Before you knew it, he was done eating.

“That was delicious baby, thank you for cooking dinner.” he complimented you, reaching across the table to pat your hand. “Hey, do you wanna go get some ice cream for dessert? I’ll pay.”

“No I’m okay honey, like I said I don’t feel very good.” you told him.

“Man, you must be sick if you’re turning down ice cream.” he chuckled, giving your hand a light squeeze.

“Yeah, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about…” you began, sitting up in your chair.

“What, are you sick or something?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“Not exactly…” you explained, feeling your stomach tie into a knot. “I don’t know how to lead into this, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it. Baekhyun, I’m pregnant.”

He completely froze up. He didn’t move a single muscle for what felt like ages, then he just clicked his lips and brought a hand up to rub his brow bone. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I think you heard me Baek.” you laughed nervously.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes intensely. He wasn’t showing any emotion at all, which made it very hard to gauge his reaction.

“Babe I peed on like four sticks and they all said the same thing.” you blurted put, starting to feel defensive.

“I don’t understand. We use condoms every time we have sex.” he began, getting up and rushing to the bathroom to grab the box.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, then got up to follow after him. “Honey you know those only work like 98% of the time right?”

You found him in the bathroom, sifting through the trash with the box of condoms next to him. “There must have been a hole in it or something. I swear to God when I find that thing I’m gonna sue the company.”

“Baekhyun what is the big deal!” you asked, tugging on his shoulder. “Why can’t you just accept it?”

“Because I don’t want a baby right now Y/N!” he snapped, whipping around to look at you. There was an awkward moment of silence between the two of you, the tension in the room just having reached its climax.

“You don’t?” you asked meekly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this…” he sighed, getting up to stand in front of you. “I have no business being a father when I work in such a dangerous environment.”

“Okay, so do I not have any say in whether or not I want to be a mother?” you asked, starting to get angry.

“That’s not what I said.” he stated flatly. “Do you know what it’s like to go to work every day and know that you might get hurt, or even killed? Now imagine having that knowledge with a family involved. If anything happens to me, this kid doesn’t have a dad anymore. Do you want that for them?”

You started to feel tears prick at your eyes. You bit your lip and looked at the ground, choking down the sobs that threatened to erupt from your throat. “Do you not consider me your family?” you asked finally.

His mouth dropped open a tiny bit at the accusation, baffled that he had implied such a thing. “Yes, I do. I don’t know why I said it that way, but that’s not what I meant.”

“Because maybe you shouldn’t have married me if you’re so worried about dying everyday!” you shrieked, finally snapping. The tears were streaming down your face like a waterfall and you could hardly breathe. You wanted to scream.

“Honey, I-“ he reached a hand out towards you, but you pushed his arm away and shoved your way past him and out of the bathroom.

Baekhyun immediately turnt around and tried to follow you into your bedroom, but you were too quick to slam the door behind you and lock it.

“Babe!” he pleaded, fiddling with the door knob and knocking urgently. When you have no response, he sighed and rested his head on the door. “Okay… I can see we’re not getting anywhere like this. I’ll give you some time to yourself. I’m gonna go take a walk. I love you.”

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Baekhyun didn’t know how to feel as he walked through the park. He never liked seeing you upset, and he tried his best to never be the reason. But he just couldn’t accept the idea of having children.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like kids… he got along with them just fine. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fantasize from time to time about starting a family with you. However, he thought that was as far as it should go. Fantasies, not reality.

He exhaled into the cold air, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket, before plopping down on a park bench to collect his thoughts. As he was disassociating, he noticed a man and a woman playing with what looked like their young daughter. She had to be around five years old. They all looked so happy.

He knew he eventually wanted kids. Just not now. Work was too stressful.

But when was it not going to be? Was there ever really going to be a good time to have a baby?

Baekhyun began to look closer at the man. He wondered if he had any worries about his capabilities as a father. Did he ever regret settling down?

He took one last look at his face, and noticed the bright smile upon it. As the man stared at the woman and child next to him, he looked as if he had everything he ever wanted right in front of him. It was honestly pretty easy to envision himself as the man, and you as the woman. He really liked thinking about what your child would look like. What features of his they would have, and which of yours… raising them, protecting them, and keeping them safe…

That was something he was confident he could do. He kept people safe all day at work. He also enjoyed feeling like he protected you and your home. Would it really be so difficult to add a little one to his list? People tried so hard to have kids everyday, and you were both just given one with hardly any effort.

He knew you would be a terrific mother. He saw the way you looked at other parents with their children… the loving sparkle in your eyes when you played with kids. You wanted it more than anything, but with him always shying away from the idea, you never talked about it.

It was then that he realized, he could give you that. In fact, he already had. You were probably so excited to tell him, and with the way he reacted…. oh god, he felt just horrible. He immediately sprung up and started jogging back to your apartment.

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“Baby?” he cried out as he burst through the front door of your home. He wanted to see you so bad that he didn’t even bother to take off his boots or jacket.

He instinctively started running for the bedroom, as it was the last place he saw you. But as soon as he got there, the door was open and you were nowhere to be seen. He glanced over to the bathroom to see the door shut, signaling that you were in there.

“Baby!” he called for you, reaching for the doorknob. The door was locked, and you weren’t answering. All he could hear was the water running, so he immediately assumed the worst.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, pounding on the door rapidly. He was freaking out. He knew what he had to do. He took a few steps back, then leapt forward and broke the door open.

You jumped at the sudden intrusion from your place in the bathtub.

“Baekhyun what the hell!” you shrieked, ripping your earbuds out of your ears.

He breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of you. “You weren’t answering and I heard the water running, so I was worried…”

“Oh my gosh, no. I’m not going to drown myself just because you don’t want our baby.” you huffed. “I just wanted to take a bubble bath to clear my head.”

He kneeled down next to the tub and reached for your hand. You hesitated, but let him hold it.

“Y/N, I want to have this baby with you.” he told you.

“Do you actually?” you asked sharply, shooting daggers at him with your gaze. “Or are you just telling me that to make me happy? I’m only going to raise this kid with you if we both want it.”

“No, I’m not saying I’ll just be ‘okay’ with it. I genuinely want to be a father. ” he reassured you, reaching forward to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You looked over him suspiciously. “What changed your mind?”

He placed his hand softly on your cheek. “When I was at the park, I saw a family playing together. They looked so happy together. I started to think of all the wonderful things I’d gain from being a father. All the memories we could make as a family, all the love we have to share with our child…”

You started to relax into his touch, leaning more towards him. “What kind of memories?”

“Teaching our kid how to walk and talk, taking them to school, taking them to the park…” he started listing, looking at you with an excited sparkle in his eyes. “I’d like to take them to Disney World. We can all make breakfast together, throw them birthday parties, read them stories…”

You smiled at him lovingly. “You’ll be an amazing dad Baekhyun.”

“And you are going to be the most amazing mother in the world.” he continued. “You’re so kind, and patient, and smart, and strong… I hope our baby is just like you.” He suddenly plunged one of his hands under the water to touch your tummy. “I’m so excited to go on this journey with you Y/N. I’m so sorry my first reaction was so horrible.”

“You’d better be.” you teased, splashing some water up at him. “Every woman’s worst nightmare is getting pregnant and the father wanting nothing to do with them. I was worried I was going to have to leave you and move in with my mother!”

He laughed at you, wiping the water off of his cheek. “I promise you, as long as I’m living, I’ll be by your side. I’ll take you to all your doctors appointments, buy you all the food you’re craving, give you back rubs… You won’t have to lift a finger for the next nine months. And if you go into labor while I’m at work, I’ll just tell my client they’ll have to protect themselves and hop in a cab.”

You giggled as you imagined the scenario. “Well you don’t have to do that, but I appreciate the sentiment. I’m so glad you’re ready to start a family.”

“I really am.” he told you. He leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your lips. “Now, would you like some company in that big lonely tub?”

“Yes I would.” you chirped in reply.

Maybe telling your husband about your pregnancy didn’t go exactly as you’d planned. But the two of you never really went the traditional route anyway. You knew that the two of you could overcome any obstacle, big or small. All you needed was each other. Soon, you would be parents. And you couldn’t wait to meet your little baby.

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stayshineee · 8 months

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Forget Me Not

pairing: bf!mark x f!reader

genre: angst

words: 680

a/n: hey guys! i was feeling a little angsty so here's a oneshot after a long break :)

What do people hear when they die? Is it the waves crashing on the shore? Or is it bells chiming in the wind? Or do they hear nothing at all?

The first thing I remember hearing is a voice singing. I'm not sure what song it is but I can feel an overwhelming sense of comfort, as if I'm being wrapped in a warm hug. Home. The voice feels like home.

Then as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes. I look around and all I see is white. I blindly attempt to move forward but no matter how fast or long I run, I don't budge from where I am.

Suddenly, the scene changes and I hear the voice again. Only this time, he's standing in front of me and calling out a name.

"Y/N! Y/N! haha come on stop that tickles hahaha! Y/N! "

Y/N? Who's Y/N? Why does my heart feel heavy hearing that name?

I'm sure he's still laughing, I can hear the mirth in his voice but I still can't see his face. I rub my eyes, yet when I open them he's still faceless as before but now I can see him walking on the beach, dancing in the rain, and nodding his head to the music from his headphones. It's strange.

The more the images, the more I feel like an intruder. As if I'm a stranger watching the highlights of someone else's life on repeat. And yet the sound of his laughter continues, as though he's telling me it's okay to watch.

All of a sudden, there's a loud crash and everything stops.

Silence.

And then I hear the screaming and crying. The sounds of despair cut through the silence and sends chills down my spine. My stomach churns and my ears ring. Then I hear the voice again. Only this time, it isn't laughing.

It's crying.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! Nurse! Doctor! Somebody get the doctor! She's waking up!"

I slowly open my eyes but quickly shut them again. Why is everything so bright? Slowly, I blink my eyes open and look up to see shadows hovering around me.

"Ms. L/N ! Y/N L/N, can you hear me?"

I slowly look up to see a man in a white coat looking at me. He lets out a relieved sigh, as if he's happy to see me. He tells me that I am in the hospital because I was in an accident and have been in a coma for a 3 months.

3 months? I've been asleep for that long? My chest tightens as I register the gravity of the situation and I feel the tears pricking at my eyes. However, before I can succumb to the turmoil stirring within me, two arms wrap around me.

"Y/N I 'm so glad you're okay, I was so scared that you wouldn't wake up. I missed you so much."

The voice is shaky, as though he can't believe I'm here sitting in front of him. He hugs me tight, like he's scared that if he lets go I'll disappear.

After a couple of seconds, he pulls back and I finally get a look at him. His hair is as blue as the ocean. He's gazing at me so softly, and he's smiling, as though I handpicked the stars and put them in the sky. When I peek closer, I can see the unshed tears shining in his eyes.

I can feel his hands on mine, firm and soft. Gently stroking them, as though I'm the most precious person in the universe. Carefully, I pull my hands out from his.

He freezes and shoots me a worried glance.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Is something hurting?"

I look at the boy in front of me and see a complete stranger. With no recognition in my voice, I whisper.

"Who are you?"

Silence. I gaze around the room and see everyone staring back at me with shock. Then a boy with soft brown hair and pink highlights comes forward.

"Y/N, that's Mark, your boyfriend. You've been dating for 4 years."

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youaremycosmo · 6 months

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《Just more love to you》 taemin x reader scenario

As always, hope you'll like this scenario and short-tempered Taeminnie xD I'm thankful for every like&repost, hugs to all of you ❤️ Word count// 4,019 words

Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Taemin is your 25-year-old fiancé, who has been working as a dancer and choreographer since he graduated from high school. Despite your breakup and 3-year break, you came back together realizing that you couldn't live without each other, and you are trying to get used to the differences that arose while you were away. You're going to a house party to his friend you haven't met before. Henry turns out to be a truly charming and easy-going idol, catching everyone's attention. On the way home, when you're a little drunk, Taemin can't stand it and lets out all his jealousy. This is met with a rather unexpected reaction from you, while your whole life you have been setting Taem up with his ridiculous possessiveness.

Inspired by Life Bar's Taemin & Henry episode.

Genre// fluff, angst (???)

Warnings// possessive behavior, feeling guilty over things you normally shouldn't?, drunken state, swearing

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- Why are you looking at me like that? - you asked Taemin with a giggle, sitting on the dresser to put on your shoes.

You and Tae were leaving for a small house party to his friend Henry. You didn't know him at all, except that you knew he was an idol.

- Nothing, just... - his gaze moved over your entire body, from your exposed shoulders with only the thin straps of your dress, through the black brocade material that tightly wrapped your figure, to the end of it halfway down your thigh. Instead of breasts, it showed off your legs and overall proportions very nicely. - I wonder how long you've been wearing dresses like that - he added, clearly shy, glancing at the keys in his hand. - Since I'm older, Tae - you replied, amused by his words, zipping up your high-heeled boots and standing up. - I'm not fifteen anymore, I guess I can wear something other than a sweatshirt? - you smirked, reaching for your coat.

Taemin quickly took it over from you though, helping you get dressed, which allowed you to keep looking at him in the mirror. Compared to you, he had chosen more casual clothes, just a cream sweater and black tight pants. You didn't think he looked less graceful than you, because it really emphasized his broader shoulders and the V-neck showed off a bit of his muscular chest when he leaned over.

- You don't like it? - you asked as Taem fixed your hair, hidden under black coat. - I like it - he admitted affectionately, cuddling up to you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, gazing in the mirror. - You look really gorgeous. Where did I get such a beautiful fiancée? - he purred, nuzzling into your neck and kissing it here. - Where did I get such a beautiful fiancé? - you replied equally tenderly, turning your head and placing a sweet kiss on his lips. - We should go now, right? - you checked the time and took your bag as Taemin nodded, relaxing his hands.

It was about an hour from Seoul to Henry's apartment, which you easily filled with conversations and singing your favorite songs. One of the things you loved doing together was going for drives, when you always held hands and Taem would show off his vocal skills. However, you were very eager to take over all the rap parts.

When you arrived and entered the apartment, Henry looked like he was a really good friend of Taemin's, greeting him so warmly. Well, it seemed that the period in which your fiancé started meeting famous people passed without your presence and you were left with an accomplished fact. This made you a bit embarrassed because, to you, these were still people you only saw on TV and the internet. And it reminded you that Taemin was no longer your unknown boyfriend, but a person that many celebrities in the industry already knew due to his polished skills. Taem himself didn't boast about who exactly he worked with, telling stories mostly about technical things, so you slowly got to know his new friends.

You just stood in the corridor, biting your lip and looking around curiously when Henry asked how he was doing. You were even more shy when the first thing Taemin said was "I'm engaged" as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

- Tae - you groaned softly, elbowing his ribs. Ten seconds and you already wanted to vanish into thin air, examining the upscale decor and the boy in front of you who looked like he was on the cover of a magazine. Correction, he actually was on magazine covers. - Oh, this is Taemin's famous fiancée - Henry gave you a charming smile, pulling out his hand to you. - Nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you… I’m Henry - he introduced himself. - It’s so nice to meet you too, I’m y/n - you squeezed his hand. - Please don't talk like that, I feel so shy - you whined with your cheeks slightly flushed, taking off your coat.

- But I'm just telling the truth, Taemin has become a man who just got engaged, he says that to everyone - he said in amusement, leading you to the living room.

You glanced at your fiancé. Taem didn't even deny it, just rearranging his glamorous burgundy hair at a run and smiling widely.

When you greeted everyone and took a comfortable seat at the large table filled with food, you were already impressed by Henry's behavior. You weren't surprised at all why he became an idol and why he must have been popular, he had a typical bubbly personality. He was simply everywhere and seemed to find common ground with everyone compared to you and Taemin. You both were a bit more withdrawn and introverted, needing time to be comfortable with newfound people.

The first thing Henry did when everyone was finally gathered and he sat down at the table was opening a beer. However, he couldn't do it normally, coming up with a different way for every person, to which you and Taemin reacted by looking at each other and giggling quietly, wrinkling your noses. When it was your turn, you bit your lip lightly in anticipation and little stress from so many pairs of eyes on you.

- For this beautiful lady... - Henry smiled broadly, leaning the bottle cap on the table and swiped his hand at it.

- No, no, you'll hurt yourself - you squealed worriedly, tensing up and grabbing Taemin's wrist out of nerves.

- Don't be nervous, oppa can do it - he assured with a flirty smile, immediately opening it for you, which was met with loud cheers from everyone. You bursted out laughing and took the bottle, thanking him. Saying he charmed the pants off you was an understatement.

The next hour or so was mostly spent around him. Henry told funny stories about his life, bringing the house down. You were so engrossed in them that you didn't even pay attention to the amount of alcohol you were drinking, hugging Tae's shoulder more and more whenever you heard something hilarious. Henry was talking about how he was accepted into the company and practiced his skills, suddenly mentioning Taemin.

- Taemin is the best dancer I know - he replied cheekily when someone said that he danced well. - I think so too, but I look at him and... - he shook his head in a funny manner, and Tae giggled charmingly, waving his hand. It was the first time in a few minutes that you paid attention back to your fiancé, who was now telling a story about how he got lost in the new company building and Henry was the first person he asked for directions, and later it turned out that he was supposed to practice with him.

You rested your cheek on your hand, staring intently at Taem as he spoke. He was so adorable, trying not to burst out laughing while telling all this. He definitely wasn't as easy-going as Henry, but he was so damn handsome and endearing in profile, especially when he blinked his eyes so cutely. And Tae was definitely confident too, he just had a more mysterious and dignified aura around him. That's why you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek as everyone focused on the host again. Still, you kept all those thoughts to yourself, frowning in surprise when the chair from the table across from you was pulled out all of sudden and Henry brought over a handheld burner along with a few other things. His clothes were now covered by a kitchen apron, which was unusual.

You had already been drinking beer and soju a while ago, but you didn't care, knowing that Tae would drive and stay sober to take charge of you. So you poured yourself another glass, devouring it right away.

- Woah, that's really daebak - you commented, being in awe when he started flipping the pan in the air. You shifted slightly in your seat to get a better look at how he did it so effortlessly, explaining that he took a cooking class for 4 months to record some scenes for the show. You didn't even notice your hand tightening on Taem's sweater as Henry started cutting up all the ingredients. He was able to prepare peppers so quickly that some people began to simply take videos of him. Then he crushed and chopped garlic as if he had been born doing it, and finally poured everything into the pan.

- My dear ladies - he gazed at all the women in turn. - Don't worry, Chef Henry has everything under control - he chirped before setting the contents of the pan on fire, stirring everything in the air. Your lips parted without realizing it, like all the other girls at the table watching it. Henry was just really talented plus he had the personality to dress it up in a way that left people completely fascinated by him. You smiled as he placed the finished dish on a plate, and all of you leaned over with chopsticks to try it.

Before you could do anything, Taemin's hand with chopsticks grabbed one of the pieces of meat. He blew them for a moment and brought it to your lips. You ate it without thinking much, busy taking a piece of pepper. - It's really good - you and the others complimented, eyes still glued to the plate. Your coordination was definitely not the best anymore, and you were far too amused.

You didn't even know when, it was three in the morning and it was about time to finally say goodbye. Henry made sure that everyone who was staying had a place to sleep, and besides, most of them were in a similar condition as you, so after a short goodbye to him, you left with your other friends who were going home.

- Woah, it went by so quickly - you heaved a sigh, putting on your seat belt in the car with some difficulty. You were definitely a little tipsy and not focused anymore on what you were saying and doing, which is why Taem had to assist you the whole way, and most importantly, walk slowly because you were feeling dizzy. - Actually, we were all eyes as he went on and on the whole evening, Tae, I don't think I've ever met such a person! - you said, impressed, but then frowned slightly when Taemin started driving the car. You just needed a moment to get used to the feeling. - And his apartment... oh gosh, I've never been in such an apartment in my life, I wonder how much he earns per month - you slightly adjusted your short dress. - I was worried that I wouldn't be able to be comfortable, but he has such a personality that I immediately stopped worrying. He broke the ice so quickly, it's like I've known him for a long time, I don't know how - you laughed cordially, satisfied with how the evening passed.

Taemin remained silent the entire time and let you speak whatever came to your tongue. He stayed focused on the road and in the end, the silence caught your attention.

- Are you tired, Taeminnie? - you asked caringly, stroking his shoulder. - Next time we'll stay at his place so you can have a drink too - you said quietly in a warm voice. - Or we'll switch, you're cute when you're drunk... - you giggled to yourself. - On the other hand, they probably won't fall asleep until the morning, because Henry will still be...

- Ah, that's enough - Tae interrupted you, clearly irritated. - I saw the way you all looked at him. And you had your mouth gaped open all the time, tugging on my arm every time he showed a trick - he called this out so suddenly. You glanced at his profile, because this words were starting to tug at your heartstrings. - Well, it was my fiancé's arm, however you put it - you muttered, looking away towards the window. - You're right, it was about Henry and Henry all the evening, he was hitting on each of the girls equally - he continued, unfazed by your answer. His voice sounded painfully disappointed. You placed your knees on the dashboard, sliding deeper into the seat. - Take off those legs, you'll break them if there's an accident - he pointed out to you, but it wasn’t so kind and caring as usual. - Then drive so as not to have an accident - you replied, being already so cut up. Normally, you would have calmed down the situation somehow, or on the contrary - argued with Taemin, but you were a little tipsy. And it turned your emotions upside down.

That's why you were now sitting with your face covered with your hair completely. You silently dissolved into tears, feeling guilty over every single reaction to Henry. You were so sorry due to his accusations. Henry was just being nice, maybe a little too flirty, but you would never do anything inappropriate.

You shouldn't go there at all. Then the evening would be nicer, and Taemin wouldn't be annoyed by you being an ungrateful fiancée, who googled another man so shamelessly. You couldn't control yourself more and finally sniffed hard, unable to keep your shallow breathing and swallowed tears in silence. In a second, Taemin reached for the strands of your hair, catching a glimpse of your already tear-stained face.

- I thought you fell asleep, why are you crying? - he asked, clearly surprised. - Because you're angry with me - you sobbed, covering your lips with your hand and just completely losing it. You moved closer to the door, cringing as much as you could.

You heard the turn signal, and soon the car was in the emergency lane. - Baby, I... I'm not angry with you, come on - his voice wasn't as sharp and irritated anymore, going back to what you were used to. But he was just trying to unscramble the egg. - Love, look at me - Tae unbuckled his belt and reached for your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You just shooked your head. - I... I'm sorry... I… - you sobbed, choking on your tears.

The next thing you heard was the door opening on his side. It seemed like he didn't want to be near you anymore at this point, which saddened you even more. And you sat there for a few seconds alone, bawling your eyes out. Suddenly, the handle on your side was pulled, letting some water in, because it was raining really hard. Taemin sat on the doormat with his legs still outside, closing the door as tight as possible to keep you from getting wet. His hair and clothes were already soaked, but he didn't seem to care much about that. He unbuckled your belt and pulled you into his embrace.

- Shhh... baby… - Taem muttered, running his hands along your spine. - Don't cry, please... you know my heart bleeds when you cry - he said softly, kissing the side of your head. - I said too much, definitely too much... I shouldn't have jumped on you like that about such a silly thing… - Y-you didn't say t-too much, you said w-what you thought.. - you cried, snuggling into his loving arms. - I shouldn't have gone there at all… - I was the one who suggested we go there. I know him well and... - he sighed quietly, blowing air lightly over your earlobe. - I don't know, normally I didn't mind, but I felt weird when he picked on you... Even if you were so close to me - he whispered directly into your ear. - It's not your fault, it's me... I want to have you only for myself. I don't want anyone to take you away from me. I don’t want to... - his voice was confident and dominant as usual, but suddenly it cracked slightly. - I just can't cope without you - he finally admitted, sounding so uneasy.

You pulled away slightly, reaching up to cup his cheeks. - You know that I love you more than anything in the world, my cutie patootie - you kissed his forehead dotingly. - You're my charming fiancé and... and… You're like the cherry in the whipped cream on a huge ten-tier chocolate cake with caramel and... and... what was it? - you sniffed sharply, trying to remember what you wanted to say. - Nevermind, anyway…- his hand rubbing your cheeks carefully distracted you a bit. - I love you - you said, maybe a little too sweetly yet aggressively. - There's no other man I look at like that, and even if he seemed nice showing off like that, people like that are tiring - you groaned. - I'm tired after a few hours, but I can spend the whole day with you and not be tired at all… I... I love you more than anyone else and we can get married even now - you assured him, and Tae started wiping your nose with tissue.

- I know that, I'm sorry, sweetheart - he replied, looking into your eyes. - Just some part of me… - he frowned as he couldn’t find accurate words. - It's hard for me not to think like that when... - But you're the only man in my life and you're the most handsome, really - you said with full conviction, interrupting him. - And you're the most talented, you dance a thousand times better than him and... and... - you glanced around the car for next compliments. - And you’re so amazing when you play the piano… and your voice is more lovely, too - you got closer again and smooched him tenderly on the lips. - And no one fucks me like you do and… cum in me… and… - you sniffled hard, trying to breathe properly while this no ending stream of affection flooded out of you. - And you’re my sunshine when you laugh... and in general, personally, I think you have the most beautiful smile in the world... and you are always my hero when it is something scary, because i got scared so easily, but you not...

Taemin's eyes were now buttery and filled with love. He was very careful not to laugh at this drunken declaration of love, perhaps a little too vulgar, but definitely sincere. It wasn't often that you were this effusive with your feelings, and Tae treasured these moments especially dearly, trying to mentally commit every silly compliment about himself to his mind.

- My cooking isn’t like his, though… - he asked, tilting his head curiously. - Cooking... oh, you cook the best too! - you chirped with enthusiasm, even though Taem, compared to Henry, could only make a few dishes and had to be extremely careful not to burn it.

Taemin pursed his lips into a thin line, blinking a few times. He knew well that he wasn't particularly good at it and he could learn a lot from Henry. - But I'm not very good at cooking and you know it - he replied as he was trying to tease you.

- But your cooking tastes better for me! - your reply was so fast and confident with your hands on his shoulders. - Oh... and you're definitely better built, your muscles are really... - you ran your hands over his biceps, letting out a loud sigh. - I think… I'm getting a little horny - you admitted with a flirty smile, and Taemin allowed himself to chuckle a little. - How could I be mad at such an adorable baby like you? - he purred, taking your hands in his and kissing them fondly. - You’re cute as a button, I swear…Give your fiancé a kiss - he asked sweetly, and you reached up to cup his cheeks again. You pecked his full, kissable lips a few more times, making sure each one was met with a satisfying ‘mwah’. - Show you something? - you proposed with a mischievous smile, pulling away slightly. - What do you want to show me? - Taem’s eyes gleamed.

You slipped your hands out of the sleeves of your winter jacket. You remained in just a rather skimpy dress. At this point, you were thankful that you had decided not to wear a bra underneath, making it very easy to do what you wanted in this tipsy condition. You quickly removed the thin straps from your shoulders and slid the fabric down, shamelessly showing him your breasts in all their glory.

- Ah, what are you doing? - Taemin cracked up and quickly covered your chest again while glancing sideways. - Apparently, just some men can bear women's tears, but even fewer the sight of hand warmers - you explained, extremely pleased with yourself.

- Hand warmers? - he asked with amusement, tilting his head to the side.

- Pabo - you rolled your eyes, taking his hands and placing them on your breasts, sliding the fabric down again. - Your hands are cold, indeed... But don't worry, my twins will keep you warm...

Taemin looked down for a moment, clearing his throat loudly, but in reality he was stifling his uncontrollable laughter.

- You really are one of a kind, jagiya - he giggled heartily. - But let’s just let the heating work and you'll stay nicely wrapped in your jacket - he decided, starting to help you get dressed. - Oh… I thought we… - you pouted, letting him do whatever he wanted anyway. - What were you thinking?- Taem asked, slipping your hands delicately into sleeves.

- Well... that, you know, well... - you sighed quietly, frowning a little. - That you will stick your big, hard dick inside me, all the way to your balls... - Hola, hola, take it easy, cowgirl - he let a belly laugh, zipping up your jacket. - You know we don't have sex when we're drunk…- he admonished you, pointing his finger. - But I just drank two beers, i’m not drunk - you groaned, leaning forward and lightly biting his finger with mischief.

- Not two, but four. You can’t even remember, and am i supposed to believe you? - he smiled warmly and stroked your head. - Is it alright now? - Tae asked fondly with slight worry in his eyes.

You nodded a little too enthusiastic, reassuring him that everything was fine. - Or maybe you'd just like me to suck you off? - you straightened up just thinking about it. - I can do it on our way home, so... - Baby, please - he chuckled, putting the belt back on you. - Tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow I'll let you do everything… - he assured and stood up, placing a kiss on your forehead before returning to his seat through the rain. Taem immediately turned on the heater, but before he returned the car to the road, he stared at you once more. - I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't act like this to you - he said quietly, putting his elbow on the armrest and caressing your cheek gently. You moved closer, hugging his arm. - It’s okay, jealous hottie - you assured, nuzzling your cheek into his slightly wet sweater and closing your eyes. You only felt him lovingly ruffle your hair and starting the car.

After a while you fell asleep, wrapped in the sound of rain tapping on the windows and Tae's delicate voice, who was singing softly songs from the playlist under his breath.

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marklydaydreams · 1 year

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— years & years

“did you miss me?”

it was very like Mark for that to be the first thing he asked you after seven years.

everything revolved around him.

when you both met in middle school, you started to learn how to skateboard and play video games and dance simply because Mark liked to do them.

in high school he wanted to study, so you did too. you aced olympiads and mock tests just the same, and you did it because Mark saw you as his rival, and there was no way you would be anything less than the best for him.

so when he decided to throw everything you had together away to follow what sounded like some mindless passion that he found halfway across the world, seven years ago you didn't have the heart to tell him to stay.

what would i be without you? your heart had nearly beat out of your chest.

don't go. you hugged him goodbye at the airport. don't go somewhere i can't see you.

but that was seven years ago. you laughed politely now.

“I did.”

Mark had gotten way taller and insanely more confident. you would have walked straight past him on the street now, but seven years ago you would have recognized him blindfolded.

“you look great.” he said. “it's been such a long time, but you're still the same.”

you smiled at him. how could you tell him that your world had been put on hold for him? how could you have done that to yourself? you stayed the same because you were sure he was going to come back. you sat here in your delusion that maybe, like you had, he would realize that what he truly wanted was to be back home with you.

“and you look... happy,” you said, hoping the word didn't sound as sour to his ear as it tasted on your tongue.

Mark didn't catch it. he grinned instead and launched into a ramble about how cool it was to finally be able to live his dream - you stopped listening as soon as he started.

he had never once looked at you the way you wished he did, while you bent over backwards trying to get even a scrap of his attention. and for what? he ended up following his dream - something you didn't even know he had. a nagging question remained at the tip of your tongue. did he not tell you on purpose? did he think this was just somewhere you couldn't see him?

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imma-queencard · 1 year

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Who Am I To You?

Jaemin (NCT) x Reader

Author note:so yeah,im finally back. It's been more than a year ik. Just glad to be back. Messed up the ending sorry!anyway was planning to write for some footballers too!

"What am I to you?" You said looking into his eyes sternly with a straight face.

"What?" Jaemin scoffed walking away but you were too fast to tackle him and to stand in front of him blocking his way towards the staircase. You had been veryyy much done with playing 'friends-friends' with your boss.

You saw your boss put his hand in his pocket while looking at you in irritation, "Back to business Miss, Y/N"

"YEAH!That's it!I'm back to MY business" you stomped your foot angrily. Jaemin's eyes followed your movement. He didn’t miss the light pressure you put on the word 'my' before uttering the word business. His jaw clenched before muttering in a lower tone, "are you mocking me?"

"Now!now! The almighty boss thinks I am MOCKING him!why?You think you can mock every single person in this office?and none cant yooou?huh?My ass!" Your eyes ignited with anger so were your words. His lips twitched

"no cursing at office miss Y/N",He reminded rolling his eyes.

"Baby Jaemin~" you cooed tiptoeing to tighten his tie the way you had seen lead actresses doing that to their love interests.

"Dont-Miss Y/N.." he growled pulling your hand off his aqua tie. You furrowed.

"But jaemin baby,you should let me help you with the tie..that's what the lead actresses do in those dramas!" you whined making Jaemin growl again.

"That's no drama Miss Y/N.." he informed as let go of your hand to fix his tie using his own hands. Your eyebrows knitted together while looking at your newly bought red heels. Why does he have to be so cold? You thought. You had been crushing over him since the day you were appointed as an employee in this company and it had been no less than two years. Sometimes, you thought maybe he shared the same feeling towards you as he would occasionally pass by your desk to leave a 'hey' on your way. Or maybe because he would put you in the same team under his supervision with some other random employees.

You heard him clear his throat, "Can you move?I have an important business to attend to.."

Your furrow deepened but you let him slip off you anyway. The man acted as if he was just saved from a witch. Son of a. You cursed him under your breath before heading to your desk.

"Life is sooo unfair" you told yourself while waiting for your booked cab in front of your office. You took out your phone and decided to go through your twitter account. You found a meme instantly on your favourite boy band and started to laugh out loud shaking your head.

"You are so weird Miss Y/N.." Your head shot up from your phone to the black prado which was stopped in front of you. Oh,when did that arrive? You asked yourself.

But you couldn’t help rolling your eyes seeing the man sat inside the car. The same person who just acted cold towards you an hour ago.

"Won't you reply?" he tsked when he saw you walking away. You were done with this man. To be honest, you were not done because one sweet hello from him would make you hover over him again and you were very much aware of that.

"Dont you use your ears?" you heard your so called boss complaining as he drove his car and was slowly following you. You mentally made a note not to reply him.

"Hey Y/N!" he shouted surprisingly in a calm voice. Your eye-brows raised up in wonder but you kept walking followed by his car.

"Don't you want to go home?" he asked again. Clearly pissed off for being ignored by you.

"Okay,look I am-" he was cut off as a cab pulled off opposite of the road and you quickly crossed the road to hop in that cab. He growled punching on his steering before heading the car towards the highway.

It was raining outside. You were having your daily coffee sitting beside the window. You couldn’t help watching rain drops pattering silently. You tsked hearing your doorbell rang a couple of times. You lazily got up and walked towards the door to peep through the hole. You furrowed seeing your boss wrenched in rain waiting outside as his fingers continually ringing the bell impatiently. You were shocked for a moment but quickly recomposed yourself to open the door wide for him.

His eyes moved up to you as soon as the door was opened.

"Y/N.." he almost whispered making you melt inside.

"What are you doing here,sir?" you purposefully added the honorific.

"Can-can I enter?"

"No!"

"What?-well,no problem with that.." he sighed.

"What are you doing here?" you asked again,trying your hard to sound indifferent of his arrival.

"You had been absent in work a couple of days.." he spoke looking nonchalant.

"I had been sick and I apologise for that..but I don't think any boss from any company comes to visit his employees if they have been skipping works..." you said and scoffed.

"We don't have the typical boss employee relationship between us and you are well aware of that..." he added pinning you down with his stare. You shrugged,"oh!Is that so,sir?"

"Ain't that it,ms,y/n?" he said looking all innocent.

"Wah!you never fails to amaze me sir!" you faked an wow and continued, "We-" you stepped closer to him and said in a very serious tone,"only share formal relationship sir,and,that's all we have."

"Y/N,I know I have been acting all weird these days and-I-I never meant to..I -I was just worri-"

You cut him off,"I will meet you at the office tomorrow,sir..Thanks for droppi-Ah!"You almost screamed out when your boss Jaemin out of nowhere pushed you inside the apartment and closed the door behind.

"What are you doing!You just can't get into one's house this way!This is fucking illegal! You fuvking dumbass jaemin!" You screamed at him shaking in anger. But to your surprise, the man in front of you started laughing.

"What?"You asked squeezing your eyebrows together. But the man keep laughing at you.

"Don't fucking laugh at me!You-Jaemiiiin-aah!" You yelled.

"Oh..so we are done with this 'sir' code,huh?" He asked smirking.

"Shut it up Jaemin!You've been ignoring the " US" for such a long time and you all of a sudden show up bragging into my doors!?" You screamed. You had enough of this.

"I-I was just having some bad days.. I went that evening to apologise!But you! You dodged me away!" He muttered looking at you.

"So did you expect me to jump into your car all happy happy face singing some birthday song?" You almost cried out. Was this man insane or what.

"I'd love to hear you singing someday,angel.." he smirked.

"Oh-oh wait!Angel?" You whined in disbelief.

"Yea and it's just -" he scooted closer to you and held your hands in his. Your heart skipped some beats. You suddenly started feeling so much warmth radiating from him,showering you with his aura.

"It's just-what Jaemin?" you mumbled softly.

"It's just..you happened to turn out to be an angel in my life y/n.. Let me cherish you before it's way too late. I-I've already wasted enough time playing aroun-" You cut him off placing your lips over his. His lips pulled out a faint smile before engaging with sync of your lips.

"I'm the devil of your life,sir....." you remarked biting his lower lip with a smug.

P.s: So should I make a side blog for posting footballers oneshots or this one would do fine with both? And again sorry for ruining the ending

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kpop-stories-21 · 6 months

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Duty | One: Baekhyun

Group: SuperM

Pairing: ??? x Fem!OC

Word Count: 276

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Secret Agent/Spy AU, Good vs Evil, Colleagues to Lovers, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Agent!Reader, Agent!SuperM, guns, mentions of past deaths

Summary: Kyungshi looks up a rogue SM agent in Russia to recruit him for her team.

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Byun Baekhyun entered his apartment, the cold Russian wind blustering in behind him. He placed his keys in the small metal tray by the door, and paused. There was someone inside.

He'd been an agent long enough to sense when things weren't right, and currently all sorts of alarms were going off in his head. He closed the door as he normally would, then drew his gun from its concealed holster beneath his leather jacket.

He stepped quietly through the entryway and into the small living room area. There, on the couch, sat a beautiful young woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. Baekhyun pointed his gun at her, face stern and emotionless.

"Who are you?" He demanded. The young woman simply smiled.

"I'm Jun Kyungshi, and I'm from SM."

Baekhyn's eyes widened and his grip faltered. He thought he'd gotten out of all this.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

Kyungshi's fierce expression softened ever-so-slightly. Then she exhaled and replied, "We need your help Baekhyun."

He looked at Kyungshi as if she'd suddenly grown two heads.

"And why should I even raise so much as a finger to help SM, when being involved with them is what got my members killed?!"

Baekhyun was almost screaming now, all the emotions he'd kept locked inside for the last five years suddenly rushing to the surface.

Kyungshi's dark eyes were sad as she replied, "Because we can help you get revenge."

Surprised, Baekhyun lowered his weapon and holstered it. Taking a seat opposite Kyungshi, he eyed her expectantly. "Tell me your plan."

With a wide smile on her face, Kyungshi did as he asked.

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writemekpop · 10 months

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Doctor’s Orders | Lee Taeyong

Summary: Your sexy but stern boyfriend Taeyong turns playful when he's sick...

Genre: Established relationship AU, boyfriend!Taeyong, fluff

Word Count: <0.5k

You held a thermometer in front of your boyfriend Taeyong. “Open wide!”

His cheeks were flushed a dark red, and a light sheen of sweat coated his angular face. Taeyong dived under the covers. “Nuh, uh, don’t wanna!”

Your normally stern boyfriend became silly and playful at the first sign of a fever. He had to be sick, you just knew it.

You whacked the duvet over his butt, earning a yelp.

His handsome face peeked out from under the covers.

You scowled playfully, waggling the thermometer at him.

“Stop messing around, Yong, or I’ll stick this somewhere else!”

Taeyong laughed, scrunching up his face. He shuffled closer to you, and obediently stuck his pink tongue out.

You placed the thermometer under his tongue.

The number flashed up - red hot.

“I knew it!” You gasped.

You tucked Taeyong back in the blanket. “It’s strict bedrest for you. Let me give my baby a cool towel.”

You turned away, but Taeyong grasped your wrist before you could leave.

“I like you playing doctor,” Taeyong said, smirking. “It’s hot. Remind me to do this again when I’m better. But with less clothes.”

You chuckled. “You got it - my favourite patient.”

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woozten-x · 2 years

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#. 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧

‹3 gif originally posted by highwaytoheaven (fyi this is their OLD acc!)

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Perfection - there is no other word to describe him. He is the dream boy, the one that everyone falls for or at least has a soft spot for; he can possibly get anyone in the whole world to fall for him. Knowing him since highschool and being his best friend, you’ve tried your best to control your feelings for him After all, how could you possibly pursue your dream of love with Ten Lee?

─ Pairing: Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) x Gender-Neutral Reader (use of they/them)

─ Genre: Fanfiction, Humorous Moments, Fluff/Wholesome, Angst w. Happy Ending

─ Disclaimer: I do not personally know WayV! This is a work of FICTION. ALL 7 members are mentioned and they appear throughout the story ─ Content Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol + actual intoxication occurs spoiler alert its ten & profanity used (f bomb used in like two sentences

─ Concepts: College!AU, Dance Major!Ten x Art!Major Reader, Opposites attract literally, best friends to lovers :), kinda a slowburn(?), The other members are there for lighthearted moments + Kun is a tired parent </3, reader fr a overthinker, Ten exposes himself when drunk, reader is literally friends with WayV + besties with Kun & Ten

─ Count of Words: 11.2k all for my first nct bias </3

─ Inspiration of the work: Dream Boy by Waterparks + “If you don’t trust me by now, tell me right now - what can I do just to keep you around?” (Low Low by Ten & Yangyang)

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Gossip - a curse seeming to float around all morning, once you started your class. Ears straining to hear every last bit of it and anticipation leading to animated reactions, as though it really mattered to them or personally affected them; but, even if you are one to always keep to yourself, you are always catching a glimpse of conversations. Whether they knew you were there or not, you knew some rumors with an untelling sign of being true or not.

Though, some may sound ridiculously stupid at times - you can’t help, but be a bit more awake than usual in the morning. For today, the topic of discussion is surrounding your best friend; somehow, the mention of his name is waking you up more than the coffee in hand after placing your stuff down. Sitting down in your chosen seat, you held your phone in your hands and looked down, acting distracted for the time-being to avoid looking too invested in such conversation.

Ironically enough, you are trying your best to not be nosy.

“Have you heard? Ten rejected Robin from the dance team!”

“Seriously? I thought they were dating already.”

“Turns out Robin had feelings for him for a while, but…”

Curiously yet subtly, you spared a glance at the students speaking to one another. You recognized them from the dance team of the University, knowing their faces since Ten Lee had hung out with them before outside of their dance practice and meetings; though, the names to label their faces was knowledge you didn’t possess. You never really cared, anyway. After such a dramatic pause, the one explaining continues - “But, he said that he likes someone else and apologized for not liking Robin back…”

A gasp falls from the other student listening, eyes wide as saucers and a hand covering her gaping mouth. You blink at the reaction, not exactly reactive to the news as you expected; maybe you should be a little more surprised, but it was expectant of Ten to be interested in somebody. After all, he is quite popular and he’s met many people, it could be anyone! You let out a small sigh, quite disappointed to hear the news however.

It’s a simple crush, you would repeatedly tell yourself.

You shouldn’t feel the tinge of jealousy for that very person, knowing you were no match for Ten himself. He is your best friend and a person who is far out of your league, you knew someone like yourself would never deserve him; even if you’ve seen the worst parts of Ten, he is someone you cannot have. Surely, the reality is quite damaging and harsh yet you adapted to this perspective of things - after all, you were nothing but the shadow in the background or the side character.

The replaceable and easily forgettable side character, to be exact. A person who isn’t surrounded by many friends who know you and isn’t always the first pick when inviting you to events. Fortunately enough, you are able to have Ten as your best friend - honestly, it was the most you could ask for and nothing more. Shooting your shot is completely out of the picture, knowing you will become another ‘Robin’ to Ten.

“Good morning.” Suddenly, a voice rings out and you look up from your phone to face one of the few friends you made during University. Dong Sicheng, a junior in University and only being a year younger, settles beside you with his own belongings and a yawn escaping from him. His lame greeting shows the lack of enthusiasm he has for the morning, and you smile back at him before putting down your phone - “Good morning. I am guessing you got ready last minute?” you say, eyes observing the male next to you.

His hair was a bit messy, a few stray strands standing up in a few places and it seems like he threw on whatever he could find - ah, you definitely recognize that hoodie from a week ago. Sicheng hums, “It’s a Monday. I forgot about this class.” he sighs while stretching out his arms and letting his body rest atop of the desk. You rest your chin on the basis of your palm after propping your elbow up onto the desk, “Did you stay up playing games or what?” you ask with a slight tilt of your head.

“God, don’t remind me…I regretted it. Dejun and Hendery were a pain to carry,” he groans and brings his hands up against his face to rub the tiredness lingering on his expression. You laugh, your gaze slowly returning to the dance students gossiping about their dance leader - the mentions of Ten’s name making you sigh, a small ache resonating in your heart. Is a crush supposed to hurt this much? Even so, how could you believe some gossip like that?

You never know if it is true! Knowing yourself however, you knew you wouldn’t bother to ask Ten himself about the rumors surrounding him.

Sicheng grunts, “It must be a pain to be so popular.”

You perked up at his sarcastic comment, looking towards him. “You heard about the stuff surrounding Ten?” you ask and Sicheng nods, another yawn escaping him while he sits up in his seat. “Considering how many people are on the dance team, it’s everywhere.” He said, rolling his eyes a bit; sometimes, he’s glad he doesn’t have the curse of popularity influencing his college life. Sicheng looks towards you a bit quizzically, “Did he ever mention to you and Kun about having a crush on someone? You seem surprised.”

“Um…No? I don’t know about Kun knowing, but I am definitely surprised. He always says he never has time for that type of stuff,” you said with a shrug and a pang to your heart. It was another reason why you never bothered trying - Ten’s passion for dancing and focus on becoming a dance teacher and owning his very own studio leads him incredibly busy in achieving such reality, rather than worrying about a little funny thing called ‘love’. If you were to ever confess, you knew your friendship with Ten would end up in shambles and possibly become a setback to Ten.

You never want to be a burden for him, after all.

Sicheng hums in acknowledgement to your words, “He always talks about everything but not at the same time. He is really something, especially to his own best friends.” He said and you simply nodded. Even during your junior year of highschool, befriending Ten is similar to a feline; someone who can be expressive, but chooses to be aloof with many things. You never minded though, knowing Ten trusts you enough to reach out whenever he does need it. But, even for years of knowing him, you wonder if you ever heard him talk about his past relationships.

The thought seems quite sour at the tip of your tongue. Someone having Ten as theirs? The very thought made you squirm in your seat, the greediness within your heart wishing to be that same person who possibly made Ten happy; at the very same time though, your heart aches as it knows his heart is not supposed to fit perfectly on the palms of your hands.

You didn’t deserve it.

The perfect fit for Ten is someone, but it wasn’t you.

No matter how many times you hope, reality is always willing to crush it like a bug scattering away from the truth.

. . .

Carrying your tray alongside your other best friend since highschool, you wait for the other male to pick up the desired food he wanted for lunch, the two of you accompanying each other in comfortable silence. Qian Kun, a classmate of yours when the two of you met then mutually knowing each other through Ten, places a few items on his tray before looking towards you - “They don’t have the sweet bread they usually have,” he complains with a disappointing sigh. Tilting your head towards the options on display, you could understand the disappointment the other had; it wasn’t impressive whatsoever.

“Maybe they’ll have it tomorrow?” you suggest, the words said in hopes of comforting your disappointed best friend of missing his favorite snack. He lets out a quiet ‘hopefully’, finally moving away from his spot and walking towards the usual table the two of you sat at; following after him, you felt an uncomfortable twist within your gut. It definitely wasn’t the bathroom calling, but the type to make you feel something is wrong. You glance around, wondering if your own intuition is leading you to some sort of answer in the cafeteria.

To no avail, you are left with no direct sign or answer to your bothersome feeling. The slight tugging causes you to feel a bit anxious, is it that serious? You try your best not to think too much, especially when sitting next to Kun. Knowingly, the other male would be questioning you and trying to solve the mystery with you; you've never been the type to say much about whatever is on your mind, surely that won’t change now. “Thank you for the meal,” Kun hums out before eating and you take off your backpack to place it onto your lap; hands unzipping and peeking inside. It seems like your own intuition was correct, as you rummage through your belongings to find something missing.

“Shit. I forgot my sketchbook,” you tut out with a sigh followed after and closing up your backpack once you realized. Kun looks towards you with slight confusion, “You forgot it at your dorm or in class?” he asks, unsure of where exactly you left it. Picking up the kimchi sitting in the corner of your tray with your chopsticks, “During class.” you reply back while taking a bite. Kun swallows a few more bites, concern expressing from his handsome face and you know he is going to say the ‘Really? Today must not be your day.’

Maybe it wasn’t. Was it about Ten? You could feel the distaste towards such an assumption, feeling like an overreaction more than anything. It was the start of a week, supposedly you are still begging for a longer weekend.

“You know, you should start packing up faster. I wouldn’t be missing out on the snacks they have!” A voice of complaint says, a tray placed down in front of you and you looked towards the owner of the voice - Hendery; a sophomore with long brown locks and doe eyes in University where you met him at a party with Kun a year ago, and you are still unsure on what his real name is. Another dark brunette male followed him after, sitting down in front of you once setting down his tray - Dejun.

“I was getting notes for the both of us since someone didn’t pay attention to the lecture!” Dejun argues back, the two of them bickering and you watch alongside Kun. It wasn’t too surprising, as Dejun and Hendery have been close friends along with another student - Yukhei; a tall, broad male who intimidated you at first, only to know he is a happy virus like Hendery. He is the same person who exposed Hendery’s passport, and now you and Kun have no idea what his real name is since everyone called him Hendery for whatever reason.

Though, the more you pondered on other possible names held accountable for Hendery’s identity, you cannot find another name that doesn’t fit him.

Once the two quieted down from their quarrel, Kun spoke up - “You two didn’t pay attention during the lecture?” he questions, seeming to only pay attention to the fact the two younger students didn’t bother to listen than their petty argument about packing up faster. Dejun shrugs, “I zoned out. But, you know what he did? He fell asleep.” He tells, dramatically turning to look at Hendery then rolling his eyes. “Maybe if you didn’t suck so bad at ranked, we wouldn’t be staying up!” the brunette exclaims.

“How long did you two stay up?” Kun says with disappointment, sounding like a parent becoming the mediator of his two children’s problems.

“Three of us stayed up until 4 a.m.” Dejun answers.

“Three?”

“Sicheng was with us!” Hendery discloses, exposing your first period friend and classmate. You raised a hand to speak up, “I can vouch for that. He was exhausted this morning.”

Kun loudly scoffs, “You three were staying up for games?” a loud sigh followed after while he shakes his head. He could never understand the three of them. Hendery gasps, “It’s more than a game! It’s ranked.” He defends, his hands lifting in exaggeration to his justification. You chuckle, until you see four familiar boys approaching the table; your eyes instantly moving towards one.

Keen on the details of his smile taking place on his pink lips and his usual sharp gaze softer than usual, his expression radiant as though the sun had captured his beauty. Black hair parted and neatly combed, no sight of any stray strands; he is well-kept, having no flaw when it comes to his handsomeness. No matter how many times you look at him, your own heart becomes steady as if you were in a state of euphoria - you are mesmerized by the most breathtaking art piece in the whole room.

“Has your parents taught you that staring is rude?” The playful comment saves you from the captivity you felt towards Ten. The raven-head standing in front of you and tilting his head at you, almost mocking you while you looked up at him; you felt a smile appear on your face, “I can’t stare at my pretty best friend?” You answer back. You weren’t one to always talk, especially in your loud group of your friends; but, you were one of the few who is able to keep up with Ten’s banter.

However, calling him your ‘best friend’ out loud felt undeniably wrong. Of course, it was only your own loyalty to the fact that you find him nothing more than a crush - Ten being your first love is a dream; a faraway dream whereas you could not capture, no matter how many times you leap.

“Eww!” yells out the youngest member among everyone, the blonde watching the two of you interact from the very start had cried out in disgust rather dramatically. Everyone at the table looked at him, “You two should get together at this point.” Yangyang simply said, Ten rolling his eyes and nudging you to move as he tried to sit beside you. Pushing Kun along the way, “Yah! You could have just sat on my side.” He protests while Sicheng sits beside him. Ten lets out an amused hum, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to his side.

You felt your breath hitch, the scent of cologne and a tinge of coffee reaching your senses once pulled closer. “I want to be close with the cutest Y/N~” he teases, speaking in a high voice to express his adoration for you. After knowing Ten for years, his own fake adoration for you always made you feel certain things; knowing damn well, you can’t cling onto the idea of seeing him as a ‘crush’ every time it occurs. He always acts this way, especially towards Yangyang or Sicheng, you aren’t exactly special. “Is my cutie blushing?” Ten points out, unknowingly you are sitting next to him with pink decorating your cheeks.

Suddenly, the obnoxious laughter of Yukhei is ringing in your ears, the others expressing their disgust or joining in the teasing about you. At this very moment, you wish you could be swallowed whole and disappear. “Shut up all of you,” you helplessly say while lifting up your own hands to hide your face and Yangyang points at you - “You can’t tell me that they aren’t cute together!” he says, the others nodding and agreeing.

Surprisingly enough, Ten didn’t bother to deny such a thing. He continues to smile and hold you close next to him, a sense of proudness radiating from him and you felt like crumbling at that very moment. What the hell is Ten doing? What the hell is everyone doing? Being the butt of some joke is not always fun, especially when it’s taking a toll on your feelings.

“I have to go!” you utter out amidst your embarrassment, finally moving to push Ten away and lifting yourself up from your seat. Kun looks at you, “Are you alright?” he voices out his concern, realizing they may have crossed a certain line. “Can I at least have your leftovers?” Yukhei suddenly speaks out, pointing at the food remaining on your tray; it was obvious the taller was changing the topic for the sake of everyone, or maybe he is seriously concerned about food being thrown out in the trash.

You clear your throat, “I have to get my sketchbook. I have art after this.” You said while pushing your tray towards the athlete in silent acceptance towards his request. Yukhei smiles, “Thank you~” he said happily. Thankfully enough, everyone else followed along with the flow of conversation - Dejun speaks up, “At the dorm or…?” his words trail off along with his confusion. Picking up your backpack, “In my last class.”

Ten watches you then flinches once feeling Yangyang subtly kicking him underneath the table. He meets eyes with the younger before looking at you, “I’ll go with you. It’s almost time to get to class anyway and our departments are close to each other.” He said, getting up and the others nodded their heads in acknowledgement towards his words. Hendery reaches over, “Gimme gimme.” he childishly says, picking up a few of your leftovers on the tray next to Yukhei’s. Kun waves a hand, “See you guys later.”

Leaving the cafeteria with Ten accompanying your side, you look at him in the corner of your eye; he looks ahead, his perfect side profile fully on display and it makes your own heart ache by his visuals. He turns his head to look at you, instinctively you turn to face him properly and meet his eyes - he smiles upon seeing your face, “Did I embarrass you a bit too much back there? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” He says, his voice sweet yet smooth in your ears.

You shook your head, “No…It’s alright. I wasn’t really prepared for the sudden change of topic.” You manage out an excuse, knowing it sounds confusing on what you really meant. You knew your friends long enough to know anyone can be targeted for teasing, you are no stranger to such tactics; maybe you are not used to being teased often? Oh, your brain is trying to make up every damn excuse on why you reacted the way you did. Deep down, deep in the depths of your heart, you knew that you were flustered because of Ten himself. Thankfully, Ten had no will to pry and simply accept your answer - “Alright, I am just checking.” He said, nodding his head.

You nearly forgot why you had left the cafeteria, almost walking by the class and you halted in your steps while Ten followed along. “It’s this class, let me grab it.” You say, ready to open the door and step inside before Ten reaches out and holds onto your hand. Pausing, feeling his cold skin against your warm hands made you shudder; Ten always had unnaturally cold hands, for some odd reason. You look towards him with confusion, “Is there something wrong?” You ask and he seems to be deep in thought.

The usual smile playing on his lips was transparent, completely gone to the eye; even when you tried to move your hand away, he had quite a grip on you to prevent you from moving away. Unusually so, he is serious. No, dramatic head tilt with a glare like he would do with hints of sass nor any expression of him teasing you with his actions - you were unsure whether to call out his name to lead him out of his trance or wait.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Ten asks an unexpected question for such serious anticipation. You thoughtfully pondered, wondering if you are free; it was a Tuesday night and you shook your head with a small pout, “No. I have to finish this project I am working on by Friday and I was assigned with a presentation. Why?” You reply back with head tilting in mere confusion towards the male. A chuckle escapes from his lips, his somber expression cracked by his usual smile - “I expected you to be busy. I was going to invite you to a party tomorrow.”

His grasp weakened and he didn’t spare another glance to his hand occupied with yours. Breathlessly, your gaze shifts away from his face and onto the hand holding onto yours; Ten looking also, and he lets go to your dismay. Tinge of discontent flourishing throughout your body, your mind wishing you could hold onto him a bit longer and tighter. “A party on a Tuesday?” You laugh, relieving the tension between the two of you with a cursing warmth spreading across your cheeks; you are blushing like a fool again.

“I know right? Well, it is more of the dance team’s party but I decided to invite some of my friends other than Yangyang.” He sighs, seeming quite let down by your rejection. You wished to apologize and hopefully reconsider your plans, however your bad habit of procrastinating for art isn’t something to be taken lightly; considerably enough, you knew you needed an idea on what to draw then paint, which would take time to dry. You sigh, the time where you could hang out with your usually busy best friend wasn’t going to work out whatsoever.

“Let's hang out next time whenever we get the chance, okay?” You smile at him, compensating for the lost time between the two of you. Even the small moments of walking to class together wasn’t enough, especially since you want to spend time with Ten and Kun like the old days. “We can also invite Kun too when we do!” You said with excitement, a slight bounce on the soles of your feet and Ten couldn’t say ‘no’ to you. Seeing your cute habit of bouncing a little in excitement and smiling widely like a child during Christmas morning, Ten would have to be catching some miracle to see you like this. He misses you, after all. He nods his head, “Sounds like a plan~ Maybe we can talk about it once we graduate or towards the end of the year.”

“I would love that,” You say with a grin sent towards him. Ten’s eyes flicker away from your eyes to your lips, a temptation to your cute smile, but he holds back. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the right time to do anything. Remembering your original plan on why you ventured off with Ten, you exclaimed a quick ‘be right back!’ and left inside the classroom with Ten standing in front of the door. His smile fell away, a hand lifting up onto his chest and he felt his very heart racing. Shaking his head, he tries to calm himself down.

Albeit the many times he’s hung out with you, Ten’s own vision becomes clearer than before; it was a late realization, but the idea of love with you seems to become a desire. Other than his passion for dancing and education becoming his distraction, Ten hoped he could confess his feelings soon.

Unknowingly enough, Ten is hoping to catch the right time to give you a chance of love with him.

. . .

Seated on the wooden floor of your single room dorm, you stare blankly at your open sketchbook with the most uninterested look. It was a Tuesday night, the night where you are alone and stuck with the soft murmuring of the music playing for the past two hours - somehow, the same two hours had passed within two minutes! You realized the time passing by like sand falling between the gaps of your fingers, the surprise overtaking your expression; how the hell is it two hours later?

How the hell did you proceed to waste so much time doing nothing? You groan and raise your hands, placing them on your face while dramatically falling back. Your back hits the hard floor underneath, “I can’t think of anything!” you yell over your music to express your exasperation. For some odd reason, you couldn’t find any motivation nor any ideas on what to draw; regardless of the wasted time of pondering, you found no renowned idea to use for this project. Sometimes, you wished there was a prompt to follow this time.

However, what is an artist without any ounce of creativity? Maybe you should have gone out to that damn party to hopefully find some inspiration. It was a last resort and possibly will be your biggest regret, if you went - after all, it was a party with alcohol and you know damn well you will awaken in the morning with a hangover or feeling shitty in general from the aftermath of adrenaline.

Staring up at the ceiling, you drift away from reality. The melody of the music carries you elsewhere and you let out a deep sigh, the exhale letting your body relax; even in the midst of stress, you always find some ability to distract yourself from it. Daydreaming for hours is one skill you have, the skill possibly manifested from the past of being alone for the most part; suddenly, you are taken back to the past of your highschool years. There is always a saying of your middle school years being the worst, somehow both highschool and middle school became your worst - how the hell did you survive?

You’ve always been someone who is stuck in the background. A wandering shadow, who is never taking the spotlight regardless of the chance of it being open or not; if you were lucky enough, people would notice for some idle conversation and you simply fade back into the background once again. Maybe it was your fault for never trying in your friendships, but it’s not like you are surviving school for the sake of having friends - you’ve always been one stuck in the clouds, ‘head in the clouds’ as anyone would call it.

You were always stuck elsewhere, constantly engaged with your sketchbook. Even if you were lucky enough to find people who did talk to you, you were never the one invited outside of school; sometimes, you are lucky enough to be a side character who stands there without much purpose. People only spoke to you because they were either alone in the class or they were fishing out for answers for the damn study guide, regardless you knew you weren’t of much importance to anyone.

Even if you were lonely, you learned to deal with it until junior year of highschool. For some odd reason, you’ve grown interested in the position of becoming the manager for the dance club; why was there a manager position? You have no idea. Maybe it was because of the other sports clubs having at least one manager. The job was fairly easy, you didn’t mind staying at school during after school hours to help the teacher plan and promote. But, one particular day stood out most in comparison with others.

“Y/N, can you lock up the clubroom? I need to get home earlier than usual. Also, please sort these out too!” the teacher said to you, packing up her belongings and you looked towards her. For some reason, you couldn’t put a face to the voice; to you, she wasn’t someone you remembered too much of. Upon realization, everyone’s faces seem a bit blurry in the past. Regardless of the minor detail, like the memory goes, you accepted and took a mental note where the keys were to lock up.

Sorting through and finishing up the smaller tasks, you finally pack up to get ready and return back home. Tucking the sketchbook underneath your arm, the item you were attached to ever since and possibly the only thing that understood you more than others, you grab the keys and walk out the office. Closing it behind with a soft ‘click!’, you locked the door and walked towards the clubroom where the club members would be practicing for dance. Approaching the door, you hear the music softly playing from the inside and you confusingly look at the door.

Today was a day where all club members are home, resting up before the competition and you sigh to yourself. Who could possibly be borrowing the clubroom at this hour? Overall, this day! There were days to rest for a reason and you thought this club member is fortunate to know that the teacher wasn’t opening it, knowingly she could be strict when it comes to anyone’s well-being. Opening the door, you step inside and you see him. Possibly the most popular club member of the whole club and the one where everyone spoke good about, as you barely heard any negative rumors; the infamous Ten Lee. A foreign student from Thailand and a beauty, as every girl and boy is fawning over him. Honestly, he was a dream in comparison with everyone.

A boy with a passion for dancing but a competitive athlete, somehow outshining in every sport he tries. He is charismatic and easygoing, always melting the ice with others rather easily; he can be quiet at times, but he is always polite and bright whenever spoken to. It was hard to get on his bad side since he was such a likable, confident person. To you, he is the complete opposite.

Despite your presence, he did not stop dancing. He continues on, his sharp gaze hardened with concentration, as he maneuvers through the dance room; his steps are light, his movement fluid and smooth like he was possessed by the gods of dancing. Easily, he captures every beat of the music with his movement, dancing on with passion flaring - he is shining. Silently, you stood at the doorway, fascinated by the way he flows along the contemporary dance; it was breathtaking really.

Suddenly, he stops and his chest is heaving with eyes staring deep into his reflection; there were hints of anger in his very eyes, those passionate flames suddenly burning him up while he stood. Blinking away from the enchantment of Ten, you cleared your throat loud enough for him to hear - “Excuse me…” you spoke up awkwardly, lifting up a hand to wave for his attention. Ten whips his head towards you, “Huh? Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.” He said with a chuckle.

“No, it’s fine…I am just here to lock up the club room.” You say, eyes trailing along his toned body. Sweat glistened on his skin and his chest breathing heavily, despite him catching a quick breather; you furrow your brows in concern, “You should take a break, you must be really tired.” Although it wasn’t your place to interfere, you knew your teacher would lose her shit if one of her best dancers on the team was injured. He laughs, “I should huh? You are right.” He says with a nod and walks over to his bag and picks up his water bottle.

Ten leans down to pick up the bottle, “Before you close up, can I at least finish up this song one more time?” he says while looking at you through the mirror. His reflection staring directly at you in hopes you would not reject his last practice, you frown a bit but you nodded nevertheless; after all, no one can stop a person from reaching perfection. People with an overbearing amount of passion are always bewitched by their own arts, you understood where Ten was coming from. If anything, you are no hypocrite to intervene.

“I’ll be outside-”

“You can stay here, I don’t mind. You can be my audience~” Ten voices out, properly looking at you when facing you. As much as you wanted to deny his request due to not wanting to be a distraction; he seemed confident to not let that happen. You nod your head, quietly moving to the corner of the room near the door and sat down with your backpack dropping down next to you. He hums, walking over to the bluetooth speaker, picking up his phone and replaying the song he abruptly stopped when you first came in; you looked down at your sketchbook, opening it up while you unzipped a pocket to take out a pencil. Flipping to a fresh page, you decide to doodle for the meantime.

Though that was your original plan, your eyes moved away to see Ten dancing once again. Precise yet sharp with bits of elegance once the tempo slows down, he is moving like he was in his own world; you felt like an onlooker, captivated by the spell that was casted upon you unknowingly. He dances on, every fiber of his body flowing with devotion for what he loves most. As an artist, he is a moving masterpiece - any artist’s dream, as every emotion towards the art piece is spiraling with awe.

He is stunning. No, beautiful - a beautiful dream.

Within minutes the dance is over and he ends it gracefully, his eyes directly towards the mirror of his reflection. Then, at you. A smile appears on his lips once meeting your eyes, you are completely awe-struck and you slowly regain consciousness from your trance. Ready to applaud for his hard work, he suddenly collapses and your eyes widen - “Ten!” you panickedly call out, scrambling up onto your feet and the sketchbook tossed away while running over to him. Laying on the floor sprawled out, he began to laugh once you approached him.

“Your face…” He breathes out, obvious panic written over your features. Laughing softly, “I am okay.” He says nonchalantly, sitting up and you watch his face come closer. Instinctively, you lean away but he leans towards you - “How do you like it?” he says, warmth residing in your cheeks with the proximity. “It was…” You start, remaining to be taken aback by his boldness yet in your eyes, he looked like a child awaiting approval from their parents. Catching your breath, “It was stunning. Like…Like a masterpiece.”

What the hell were you saying? What were you doing saying the most cheesy shit? You felt the embarrassment pile up, but you waited for his reaction; he seemed just as surprised by your feedback. He tosses his head back and lets out a laugh, “Really? That is a high compliment from an artist!” he says while flopping back onto the floor. Flustered, you move away from him after knowing he needs no medical assistance; you sit there, getting a glimpse of your reflection of being red.

“Someday, you should show me your drawings.” Ten suddenly says, the request making you glance at him. He turns his head to look at you with a stupid smile on his face, “I showed you my dance before everyone else. It’s only fair, Y/N~” Your name rolled off his tongue and you were surprised he even bothered to remember you. Not most club members remember you yet the most popular who probably sees so many faces everyday, has bothered to remember your name?

The memory of first meeting your best friend is a pleasurable ache, to this day you still feel it. Regardless of the many memories after that particular one, you always feel the warmth plucking your heartstrings every time you recall this one.

Your phone buzzes beside you and you sit up from the hard floor, glancing at the empty page filled sketchbook and scoffing at the sight. You should really start your art project. Seeking out for your buzzing phone, you grab it from the bed beside you and open the text messages from Ten; coincidentally enough, he is blowing up your phone. Unknowingly, you are met with messages of your best friend begging you to pick him up from the party. Worry expresses from you, wondering what could have happened.

Suddenly, Kun’s message pops up.

Qutie Kun Can you pick up Ten? He won’t get in the damn taxi nor won’t he listen to me when I try to bring him back to his dorm.

Please pick him up, he is being an annoying bastard and I am embarrassed.

He is laying on the floor on the verge of throwing up or crying, I am not sure.

He’s drunk btw.

Laughing a bit at the messages from the stressed Kun, you knew he was dealing with a lot of responsibility from Ten being drunk. There are only a few instances where you encountered shit-faced Ten, it was mainly from him competing against the others during a drinking game; usually though, he only did it when it was you and the others drinking. Was the party so boring that he decided to ditch it with the others? Who knows. You wonder what blackmail Yangyang had taken this time.

Getting dressed with a warm jacket to fight off the cold night weather and tugging on a pair of comfortable sweats, you take a plastic bag in case of any mishaps that may occur when dragging Ten back to his dorm. Following the location and telling the taxi driver the situation, he agrees to take you and Ten back to the dorms of the university; you sigh and look out the window of the passing car, the streetlights glowing an orange throughout the streets. Double checking the time, it was only 1 a.m. and you had mistaken the night being much earlier.

Arriving at the house where the party was hosted, you heard the blaring music from the home itself. “Excuse me for a moment.” You say towards the driver, getting out and instantly seeing Ten being manhandled by Yukhei himself; the taller male had thrown him over his shoulder, the smaller male in his grasp whining and occasionally smacking Yukhei’s back. As expected, Yangyang is taking photos with his phone and the flash. Laughter is surrounding your familiar group of friends, a smile appearing when approaching them.

“Here comes Ten’s hero! Are you happy now, brat?” Kun calls out over the music towards the drunken Ten, the others turning towards you as you stand around with them. Greetings of the others are given to you, politely nodding your head to them while noticing two members gone - “Where’s Dejun and Sicheng?” Hendery instantly laughs at the mention of their names while Yangyang smirks. “Dejun is throwing up his guts in the toilet with Lose-Lose being his babysitter. He lost rock paper scissors on who takes care of him,” Yangyang answers back and you nod.

After knowing them for awhile, somehow rock paper scissors means more than a stupid children’s game. “How many did you guys drink?” You ask, looking at Ten to only see his face flushed and looking quite constipated; you wonder if Yukhei’s broad shoulder pushing into his gut is going to make him barf at this very moment. “Not a lot. Dejun drank on an empty stomach and well…Ten decided to drink a couple more than he needed to,” Kun sighs like a distressed parent explaining what his children did to cause such disappointment.

“Have you started on your art project yet?” Hendery asks and you instantly frown upon the mention of it. Kun instantly scolds you, knowing you are procrastinating like your life depended on it - well, maybe if you procrastinate hard enough it will disappear. Hopefully. “I will start on it soon! I just gotta figure out what to draw,” You say with a shrug. Yukhei suddenly points to himself, “Draw me!” he exclaims and you look at him with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll draw you if it's vote based for a grade!” You reply back, laughter erupting among all of you.

“I like it, picasso!” Hendery yells out, patting you on the back. Kun looks towards you, “Have you eaten yet?” He asked and you nodded. “Don’t worry about me, I already had dinner.” You say with a dismissive hand and suddenly the taxi behind you honks, and you glance over your shoulder then back at the others - “Shit, I forgot about him…I’ll take care of him!” You add while pointing at your best friend. Yukhei nods, “I’ll bring him to the car.” He states while you say your goodbye to the others while walking to the car with Yukhei.

You look up at the taller, “So, why are you carrying him?”

“He kept running away. We had to find him for the past 5 minutes before you got here,” Yukhei answers back with a laugh of disbelief. Somehow, his upperclassman is like a child when drunk. Walking up to the car, Yukhei carefully places Ten inside who is somehow still awake to your surprise; you bid your goodbye to the athlete, thanking him for his kindness for handling your best friend’s troublesome behavior. Getting in the car, you apologize to the driver. Sitting next to you, Ten let out incoherent mumbles under his breath while leaning towards you.

His head rests on your shoulder and you look at him, “You drank too much. I brought a plastic bag just in case.” You say while revealing the bag inside your pocket, Ten looking up at you and smiling. He is smiling widely, his eyes creasing like crescent moons had overtaken his round eyes; you chuckle, adoring the cute blush spread on his face. As the two of you return to campus, you pay the driver and help Ten out of the car. “Come on…” you beckon him, dragging him out as he seems too intoxicated to move on his own.

Helping him to his dorm, he drags his feet lazily and leans against you for leverage; you groan, gripping onto his waist tightly while carrying him. “Ten, it would be great if you moved on your own.” You sigh, walking to his dorm complex. His head rests against your shoulder, he sighs loudly - “I missed you…” he softly says, the words causing you to be dumbfounded. What the hell was that? You chuckle, reminding yourself he is drunk and nothing more. “Oh really? We saw each other during lunch today though,” You remind him while supporting him up the stairs.

Cursing in your head, you wished the damn dorm complex was responsible enough to fix the elevator. Ten chuckles, “I know. But, we barely see each other after…I missed you.” He repeats, nudging your shoulder with his head like a feline rubbing themselves against you for attention. You breathe a bit heavily from helping him and you turn to him a bit, “Over the weekend we can hang out, okay?” you say with a smile despite the difficult situation. The two of you just finished one flight of stairs, there are only two more to go!

Ten did not reply, but he goes up the stairs with you like a clumsy newborn deer on ice. You nearly got a heart attack when Ten stumbled a bit further for your comfort. “You know, I had a lot of regrets.” He suddenly says, the two of you reaching the top and you look at him. Eyes glazed over, his expression becoming serious and you could see a tinge of sadness in his eyes. You did not reply, not knowing what to say while you begin the last steps before reaching the end goal.

“I regretted…For not giving them a chance during senior year of highschool…During the beginning of university…It feels like i’ve wasted so much time.” He slurs, his words quiet yet his words carried on to reach you in this isolated room with him. “A chance…?” you question, mainly to yourself while Ten slowly goes up the stairs and you support him from behind. Suddenly, Ten leans against the wall - “I-I like them…No, I love them. But, I was so busy with other things that I didn’t go for it…” he said bitterly, tension evident in his body.

Soon enough, the pieces are coming together and you feel your heart drop by the realization. Ten is in love with someone. Ignoring the pain gradually growing in your chest, you tell him to go up the remaining steps, encouraging him to move away with this topic. Surely, he is a crush to you, but it hurts - it hurts more than it should have.

Ten nodded, slowly going up the steps. A tense silence follows the two of you once reaching the designated floor, you open the door and reach out to guide him however you stopped; you didn’t want to touch him - you were afraid to. Ten walks by you anyway, seeming to be oblivious to your agonizing attempt. Inhaling a deep breath before exhaling shakily, you follow after him. Ten looks at you, “I’m such an idiot right? I should have…I should have had them as mine.” He says with shame.

You looked at him, the guilt reflecting back at you and you held an indescribable feeling of pain. It was excruciating really, especially when you bite back every attempt to fall apart in front of him; you couldn’t do so, it wasn’t right. Ten was never yours to begin with. You force a smile towards him, “There’s always a chance for it. Just do it when you are ready.” You tried your best to comfort him, hoping those words are enough to drop this uncomfortable conversation. Helping him to his dorm room, Ten pats his pockets for his keys and he grumbles - “Help…” he mutters out helplessly. Staring at him, you sigh heavily and pat his pockets for him; you wanted to complain or joke, but it was difficult to. Even if he was right in front of you, you felt further away from him than before, like a dream beyond your reach.

You should have known, anyway - dreams are not meant to be grasped upon.

Finding his keys, you take it and push him aside to unlock his door. Tears welling up in your eyes with your back facing towards him, you wished you were at your own dorm; wishing for every emotion to sweep you off your feet, and simply let you rage with waves of anguish. Pushing his door open, you turn to him - “I am going to go now, okay? You go to sleep and make sure to drink water and shower tomorrow.” You tell him. Unexpectedly, once looking directly at him, the tears you tried to hold back stream down your face.

Surprised, Ten looks at you with worry - “Are you crying?” he asks the most obvious question, but it was an innocent inquiry of bewilderment. You sniffle and instantly lift up your hands to wipe away the tears, “I…I’m fine. Something got in my eyes.” You try to excuse it, run away from this very interaction at this very moment. As you wipe away, you feel warm hands touching your hands and slowly moving them away, you meet eyes with Ten looking hurt. “Don’t cry,” he says while his fingers wipe away at the streaking tears.

Wishing to push him away, he gently holds your face with his hands. “I love you.” He suddenly said, the words overcoming you with confusion and misery; you felt absolutely sick. You couldn’t trust those three words leaving his lips, your best friend…No, your first love is mistaking you for someone else. It has to be - after all, it was the only reasonable explanation due to his intoxicated state. “W-What?” You manage out, Ten staring deeply back at you like you were the only one in the entire world.

Is that how he looks at them? Is this how he looks at the love of his life?

“I love you.” He claims once more, the words weighing heavily in your mind with a painful ache. Before you could push him away, he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own; you stood frozen, unsure what to do. The alcohol lingering on his lips reminds you of the nightmare you are experiencing. You wanted to kiss back, however you came to your senses; you're not the one, not to him at least. Pushing him away, Ten looked at you confused and you felt more tears falling from your face.

“I have to go,” you voice out quietly before moving away and scurrying off. Leaving Ten behind, you heard nothing from him, as silence only follows after you; the silence is enough to let you know that you're not the one he was supposed to kiss or love tonight. You were simply a mistake, not supposed to hear those very words uttering out - your very own love for him crushed with doubt and the bleeding wound of being rejected. You aren’t enough for him.

He is your best friend. Your crush. Though, you know it wasn’t true.

You are nothing in comparison to the dream, who became your very first love.

. . .

Your back and legs ache, stiffly placing down the paintbrush onto the small table next to your wooden easel. Tiredly, you lift up an arm to rub your face against your arm to avoid the paint covered fingers from contaminating your face; you seriously don’t want anything near your eyes and mouth, especially harsh chemicals - everything still hurts, after all. Getting up from the stool, a groan emits from your lips while stretching your aching body, arms and legs - everything cracked, the silence of the spare art room disrupted by obnoxious cracks.

You could seriously pass by as an old person with the sounds leaving your body and lips. Heavily sighing, your gaze lands on the somewhat unfinished painting, the best word to really describe it was ‘almost’ since you needed more layers and a few touch-ups to satisfy the perfection you had towards it. After the incident two days ago, you’ve been avoiding the others and Ten like a plague; it wasn’t exactly easy, considering they are all worried and constantly blowing up your phone with messages from the groupchat.

Speaking of, your device buzzes and you walk over to pick it up - seeing the message of the groupchat you were in with your friends, you open it to see Hendery sending the message and continuing to type.

Chickendery Day 2 of Y/N missing lunch with us because they think we are not cool anymore

I would like to say I love them so much :( they were always so chill and willing to side with us against Kun <3

Djay I miss having to make awkward eye contact while i messily eat

im so happy that they don’t say anything

Ylang Ylang You look like Bella when you eat

stop treating it like they are dead

Chickendery THEY ARE DEAD IN MY HEART, YANGYANG.

Qutie Kun We are eating, put down your phone.

Y/N if you are seeing this, lmk if you need anything :) i can always drop something off if you want anything

Ylang Ylang favoritism at its finest

im going to go missing like y/n to be treated like a king next

Qutie Kun Shut up!

Ylang Ylang say it to my face, im sitting in front of you

good luck with your project y/n!! I know you are really busy

Smiling at the messages, you roll your eyes at the banter; it seems like Yangyang was the one to logically think you were busy with your project rather than blatantly ignoring them. After all, this wasn’t the first time happening - throughout the school years, they knew how dedicated you were to your art pieces. However, you know they find it quite abrupt, as you found no energy to reply to them to avoid the possibility of Ten randomly appearing in the chat to speak to you.

Seeing his name and thinking about him had reminded you of the weight in your chest, you felt like your own heart had shattered that night and was currently scattered. Every piece is heavy for you, having the inability to pick each one and repair yourself; you need time - time to heal from the injury you barely survived with, after that damn heartbreak. You never thought being heartbroken would hurt this badly.

Frowning and placing down your phone, you walk over to the sink in the corner of the room. Turning the knob and letting the rushing water coldly come in contact with your skin, you did your best to scrub off the dry paint marking your hands; cleansing underneath your nails and hands, you finished up with a sigh. You came to realize how you are sighing more than usual. Supposedly, it was reasonable - it feels lonely after ignoring your only friends. After drying your hands, you walk over to your backpack to unzip it and take out the packed lunch you brought.

It wasn’t anything special. In fact, it was a plain nutella sandwich with a bag of chips followed by a bottle of water. It was more of a snack than an actual meal, but you do have a reason for it - you needed to finish up your painting by today, as it takes time for the painted layers to dry before being fully finished. Quietly, you sit down on your stool and unwrap the sandwich to take a bite and turn to look at your artwork.

Near the window you sat, the sunlight glared through the glass and settled on you with a golden glow; the color scheme of your work looking vibrant to the eye, it was pleasing to look at. Even with your sudden heartbreak two days ago, you were able to have inspiration - inspired by the sudden emotions overcoming you, the figures you’ve drawn seemed familiar to you. Funnily enough, you decided to paint the same person who brought such a painful ache in your chest. It was bittersweet.

A dancer underneath the moonlight, a shadow standing still as the figure dances away without a damn worry in the world. It holds a sorrowful tone, the very message of the piece reaching out to you and making your own eyes sting; however, you haven’t cried ever since that day. Every teardrop was drained from you, thus you sat numbly in front of your easel with your nearly finished piece. This painting of emotions fully describes the unwanted feelings you held towards your best friend.

No, first love - it sounded more right this time.

Distracted by your painting, the knock made you jump a bit and you peek over at the door. You wonder if another student is thinking of using this room, regardless you've already told your own professor to occupy the room for the day; you clear your throat, “Come in!” you call out with curiosity wondering on who it could be. The door didn’t open right away, instantly you rise from your seat thinking it might be your professor - maybe he is carrying a box of supplies and is having difficulty in opening the door.

Oh, you wished that was the case.

The door opens to reveal him, the very same boy in your dreams where you wanted to have some sort of love with him. He walks in with hesitance, looking towards you with a wary look on his face; he smiles upon seeing you, but it was a smile unlike any others you’ve seen. He seemed timid. Ten clears his throat, “Sorry to bother you…But, I guessed you would be eating by this time.” He said a bit awkwardly, closing the door behind him and letting the thick silence settle in the room.

Isolated with the tension with him is suffocating, it makes you feel sick. Those feelings you’ve felt previously became intense again, but you weren’t crying; you felt angry really. Were you angry at him or at yourself? Who knows. All you know, it was a better feeling than the heartache you’ve felt for days and woken up with this morning.

“How did you find me?” You ask, your voice cold as though there was a gap between the two of you. Ten continues to smile at you, a nervous habit he had while rubbing the nape of his neck - “You are always cooped up in an art room whenever you are finishing up a project.” He says, the little detail causing you to grip onto your sandwich a bit tighter. He knows so much about you, how the hell could you stop being friends with him?

You calmed down, a sigh leaving you while looking down at your makeshift lunch. “Do you need anything? I am busy right now.” You blatantly tell with a lie, knowing it is lunchtime, you are no hypocrite who always reminds Ten to take breaks when you wouldn’t take one yourself. The smile falls from his lips, his eyes becoming softer, as though every ounce of vulnerability is revealed to you.

“I am sorry about that night…I didn’t know what I was doing. But, I wanted to talk to you about it.” He straightforwardly says, one trait you always liked about him. He was always to the point, even if it was another language; he is trying his best to convey what he wants. Although you admired him for hunting down the elephant stuck in your friendship currently, you knew you needed a clear head. You couldn’t take the chance of talking about it now. You shook your head, “I am sorry but I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Your reply revealed disappointment on Ten’s face, the raven-head standing there with pursed lips; knowingly, he is biting his tongue in careful consideration. However, it seems like you didn’t expect him to continue speaking about it. “You completely misunderstood that night, I-”

“Misunderstood?!” You loudly exclaim, rudely interrupting him. Tossing the sandwich onto your stool, “I think you are the one misunderstanding. Ten, I told you that I don’t want to talk about this. I am really busy,” You say again, not wanting to ruin the motivation you had for your painting; even if he tries to fix with whatever happened between the two of you, you simply couldn’t stand looking at him. It hurt. For now, you wanted to avoid it at all costs. Ten lets out an inaudible sigh, “More than usual?”

“More than usual, Ten.” You answer back, scoffing at his somewhat sarcastic tone.

“Then make some time for me.” Ten replies back, his eyes nearly pleading as though he was begging for you to listen to him. Somehow, his attempt only made you explode; you knew you were supposed to be sad, but every broken piece in your damn heart is painfully twisting inside you. You needed to be angry. You step forward, “It’s always about you getting whatever you want huh? How many times do I have to fucking repeat myself?” you yell out, the sudden loudness making Ten flinch.

Tears well up in your eyes, “I am trying my damn hardest not to ruin our friendship. I don’t want to lose you…B-But, it hurts…” You admit shakily. Those words lowering, sounding like you are defeated; this constant war of trying to forget about everything, and how the denial you kept before is useless - you are in so much pain because of him. “It hurts to look at you. It hurts to think that you like someone that isn’t me…You’ve always been so bold, why haven’t you confessed to them?! For years, I didn’t know you loved someone else.”

Crying out with tears streaming down your face, your body quivers with every tear escaping. “Why couldn’t this happen before…Happen before I fell in love. It’s not fair,” You manage out while lifting up your arms to wipe away the rushing tears warmly rushing down from your face. Ten stood speechlessly, guilt expressing from his features while he stood before you - he never saw you break like this. Even when you were stressed with piled up work or when you became frustrated whenever things didn’t go your way, you were always trying to pull through; how the hell did he fuck up this badly to make you like this? This one misunderstanding, he felt incredibly stupid for getting drunk and confessing.

Though, it hurt. It hurt how you didn’t believe him.

“Y/N…” he calls out to you gently, approaching you and slowly reaching out but you quickly back away to avoid his touch. Achingly, he stares back at you, wishing to comfort you yet somehow his own intentions are only making it worse. “Listen to me…I was drunk, but it doesn’t mean I was lying. I love you, no one else. There is no one else that I love,” he explains while he refrains from touching you. Treating you like glass, as he believes once he touches you, you would break into a million pieces.

Trying to stabilize your crying, you try to process his words. You? Was it you this whole damn time? Wiping away your tears and sniffling, you look at him - “W-Why?” you ask, this innocent yet heartbreaking question only makes him feel more awful. He gingerly smiles at you, “Do I have to have a reason on why I love you? There are possibly so many things. I regretted not saying it sooner, and I am sorry for that.” He says while you stare back at him, unsure what to say or even do.

You lashed out at him for no reason, but here he was standing before you to only return your feelings with his own - his own love for you. The thought of being loved by Ten Lee is not one you expect, the slow realization only making you stunned; you overreacted and caused a stupid scene from a misunderstanding…How embarrassing.

“Y-You’re not joking right?” You question once again, the distrust evident and Ten nods. “I promise, I am not joking.” He chuckles out, noticing how you’ve calmed down and you try to find any words; as much as you weren’t prepared for a sudden heartbreak but this? You weren’t prepared for this either! You blink several times, recollecting yourself and he smiles while leaning forward. “May I?” he says while lifting up a hand, centimeters away from being gently placed on your cheek. Flustered, you slowly nodded and he placed a hand on your face.

“What can I do just to keep you around, Y/N?”

“H-Huh?” You let out while staring at him with wide eyes, faces inches away from a kiss. Ten’s eyes observe every detail of your red face, the tears long gone and he chuckles - “I love you. I love you so damn much,” he whispers before leaning in to tenderly plant a kiss upon your lips. The emotions from the last kiss are long gone, but simply replaced with warmth; this very feeling of where you are captivated by Ten, once again. Hesitantly, you return the kiss to let him love you and seal those three words with an action filled with honesty.

Pulling away from him, “I…I have to get back to work.” You remind him, remembering the project you had regrettably procrastinated on. He looks at the easel and laughs, turning back to you - “Really?” he says and you nod your head with a small smile. “Really, Ten.” You answer back, your first love nodding his head to only pull away to your dismay. For a brief moment, Ten looks around before grabbing another stool and sitting next to yours; you watch him, confused. “I’ll stay here to keep you company~” He states, crossing his legs and you awkwardly pick up your sandwich to sit down on your stool.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to. This is our first date~” He playfully replies with, a blush spreading across your cheeks and you laugh. “This is going to be a boring one then…” You express, wondering if Ten is willing to sit for hours until it’s finished. “Think of me as your moral support.” He suggests with a shrug, making you more relaxed in his presence. You nod your head, “Okay then no complaining to me about being bored.” You jokingly say, his laughter answering back to you while you dip your brush in the water.

Sparing one more glance to Ten, you begin to paint once again. Despite your stinging eyes from crying and sniffling occasionally, you began to focus more into the little details to finish the painting.

On the other hand, Ten sits beside you and watches how you maneuver the brush against the painting. Every precise movement creates depth into your painting, he slowly turns to look at you - your eyes intensely focused on the project at hand, he adores how passionate you are. To him, you are one of the few people who understood him the most when it comes to dancing.

The day continues on, hours passing and you finally finish up with the little details on the final layer. You turn to look at Ten, who occasionally reminds you to take a break and would sometimes help in giving you more paint; but, after an hour or so, he got quiet. You looked towards him to see him dozing off, his head hung low with his phone long forgotten in his hand; you laughed while reaching out, shaking him gently to awaken him. With a few shakes, he lifts up his head to look at you and a smile instantly appears on his face.

“Are you finished?” He asks, lifting up his arms to stretch and letting a small moan to relieve the stress straining his body. You nod while looking at the painting, “Yep.” You say proudly, your first love leaning over to look at your painting and he widely smiles. The lights above in the class made his own expression radiant. “I love it. It’s pretty like a ballerina dancing~” he compliments, the words leaving him making you laugh. The same memory being recalled by him made you realize how important that encounter was.

Thankfully, the importance of that memory was never one-sided.

You look at the painting, “Is this the part where I collapse and you panic?” you add with a bright smile of your own. Ten laughs, “No. I have something else in mind.” He said while he leaned forward, lightly bumping his head against yours. You turn to face him, his forehead instantly resting against yours - “I want a kiss.” he remarks, awaiting for your reply to his request. “I love you…” you say quietly, the very words leaving your lips causing your heart to skip a beat. Ten leaned forward to kiss you and against your lips he softly spoke, “I love you too.”

Somehow, the dream you’ve longed for from afar was finally captured. Every thought of being the shadow is diminished, as you pursue this very dream for the sake of love. He is all yours to cherish and love for a possible eternity, the fondness towards him now permanent - your very first love is now yours.

A never ending dream with you now belongs to Ten Lee.

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mykoreanlove · 5 months

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LOVING U IS A CRIME

“Tae, who is blowing up your phone?”

Taemin’s eyes left the gorgeous girl he was talking to and darted to the other side of the room where he had left his phone unattended. It had been buzzing and ringing for the past hours, but he didn’t bother to notice. He took another sip of his beer before getting up and grabbing the device. Taemin smirked as he realized that it was you – again.

“So, who thinks you’re THAT important?” His friend scoffed sarcastically. Taemin’s eyes didn’t leave the screen as he was answering. “It’s y/n.” His friend came closer, curiosity getting the best of him. “Y/N? Is that the girl you’re seeing right now?” Only now did he look up from his phone, grinning from ear to ear. “One of the girls I am seeing right now.” His friend applauded proudly. “Damn, look at you player!”

Taemin thought back to the night he had met you. He was out dancing, shaking off the stress of the past weeks. He had been confined way too long, he desperately needed to let loose. And then you showed up – beautiful, captivating, cute. You were just his type. Given the fact that you stuck your tongue down his throat in the back of the club made him your type, too. You were crazy about him. One look was all it took for you to fall madly in love with him. But for Taemin it was different. He was out to hunt, to catch his prey – not to fall in love. He worshipped you all night, licking and kissing every part of your body until you fainted from pleasure. He whispered the sweetest, yet naughtiest things into your ear – his words taking you for a spin. He knew exactly what he had to do, crafting one lie after the other to get you hooked on him.

Which you now were.

“Tell us about y/n, Tae.” Taemin turned around and looked into the almond shaped eyes of the gorgeous girl he had been talking to earlier. “What do you wanna know?” The girl got closer, almost whispering. “Are you guys fucking?” He chuckled. “I didn’t take you for the bold type.” She fake-pouted and closed the space between them. “You can take me right here after you told me what your deal is with her. I don’t want no taken man.”

Taemin spun her around and cornered her against the wall. His lusciously shaped lips tracing her neck, leaving little kisses as he was making his way to her ear. “I am no one’s man, baby.” She grabbed his dark hair and pulled it to the side, making him let out a hiss. “And why is that?”

Taemin tensed up as he had had the same conversation with you before. Tangled in one another you talked about deeper stuff in between sweet kisses. He barely talked about significant topics to anybody, yet somehow, he opened up to you. “Don’t you believe in love?”

That’s what you had asked him.

Love.

L-O-V-E.

You clearly mistook him for a precious gem, failing to recognize that he was a rotten fruit instead. If he had been honest that night, he would have confessed his darkest thoughts. No, I don’t believe in love. I believe in pretending to love, though. Do you really want to know what I’m like? I’ll trick you into giving me your everything. Your time, your energy, your love – even your devotion. You’ll lose yourself in me, giving me your all. I won’t even have to ask; you’ll do it gladly. You will believe my lies and ignore my actions. I will give you pain, and you will interpret it as love. And once you figure that out, I’m long gone. That’s what I believe in, y/n.

He wasn’t honest, though. Far from it. Taemin took your head into his palms and kissed your nose. “I never believed in love but maybe now I’m having a reason to?” He flashed you an innocent smile before kissing you again.

“Hello? Taemin? Earth to Taemin?”

Taemin snapped back into reality, only now noticing the finger snaps in front of him. “Sorry, I…” He let go of the girl and turned around. “I’m gonna go and grab a beer. See you later.”

Taemin grabbed another beer and left the apartment, he had trouble breathing. His phone started buzzing again, your messages flooding his notification bar.

Taemin, please. Can I see you? I want you. I really fucking need you. Forget about dates, we don’t even have to go out. Let’s stay in and do nothing. I just- I really want to see you again. Pretty please?

Your desperation grew by the minute, just like he had predicted. Taemin watched the screen light up, feeling proud and disgusted at the same time. Y/N, y/n, y/n. He shook his head in dismay. You are so needy for me; you can’t even think straight. One night of me fucking you has you already like this?

He got into the next cab and contemplated his next move in silence. A part of him felt sorry for you. A part of him wanted to warn you. Get away, as long as you can. No one is going to save you. I can do whatever the fuck I want to, do you understand? You are at my mercy. You are in danger, y/n. No one can punish me – you get that?

He often found himself in situations like these, balancing between good and evil. But a game was just a game, right? Wasn’t this fun? He got off the cab and watched your apartment from the outside. It was up high, yet he could figure out your silhouette at the window. You were already waiting for me, huh?

Uneasiness grew in his stomach. This is going to hurt in the end. I can feel that. A perverse smile formed on his face as he realized what that meant. You are going to be devastated, y/n. The pain will be unbearable. But you know what? It will be bittersweet. You will forever remember me in your heart.

Taemin got out off the elevator and waited in front of your blue door. He took one last deep breath before ruining you, once again. He whispered silently as he knocked on the wood, letting you know that he had finally arrived.

Forgive me, y/n.

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taem-min-archived2 · 2 years

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soured up || l.tm

PAIRING || Taemin x Female Reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers AU, Bartender!Taemin, Humour

SUMMARY || After your last relationship failed, you turned towards your best friend, Taemin, for comfort. Only that he too was hiding something, something he could not disclose unless he wanted to become your ex too.

Or, in which Lee Taemin tries not to sour up his status as a best friend.

COLLAB || Part of the Crimson Aurora Hotel and Spa collab by @myeoning-call. Thank you for letting me take part in this collab! Check out the other authors here!

WORD COUNT || 3.1k

A/N || Finally writing something so long please bear with me if it isn’t the best TT

WARNINGS || Mentions of breakup

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“What are you doing here again?”

The woman in question just smiled at him as she sat on the stool opposite him, causing him to sigh. It wasn’t that he was irritated by her because no way the woman across from him could ever irritate him, but rather, he was worried about her. Worried about what would become of her if she kept on living like this.

“Can I not visit my best friend?” She asked.

“You aren’t visiting me. You’ve booked for overnight again, haven’t you?” He grumbled, getting ready to make her drink.

“Ah, Lee Taemin. You know me so well.”

He ignored the sarcasm in her voice and continued with his work. Of course, he knew her well. He was her best friend, and that position came with the heavy responsibility of having to know almost everything about the said person.

“What do you want?”

“The usual, of course.”

“No I mean, what do you want from me?” He asked, placing her drink in front of her.

“You are so mean.” She pouted and took the glass in her hand, swirling the liquid content slowly. Taemin sighed once more and rubbed his temples, feeling that consoling her today would take much longer than other days. Then, in a much sadder voice, she added, “When did you become so mean? When did everyone become so mean?”

At this, Taemin felt his heart clench painfully. Seeing her down like this was already painful, but when she talked like that…he felt like it was all his fault that he couldn’t protect her. After all, the two of them met each other because of him.

“Don’t- don’t say that.” He said, reaching out to hold her hand. He clasped her fingers in his and she looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes once more. “You know I’ll always love you right?” His statement held double meanings but he doubted she could even see through it, especially in her given state.

Y/N took in a shaking breath and forced a smile at him, leaning closer to him. “Yeah, yeah I know I’ve always got you. Which is why I always come here!”

“Really?” Taemin faked a gasp. “Not for some other reason?”

“Hmm, maybe it’s mostly because the beds here are really comfortable?”

“Y/N!” He pouted at her, looking visibly upset while deep inside he was glad that she was not thinking about her breakup anymore. Even though he doubted this was the right coping mechanism, he wanted her to let go on her own. “How can you choose something materialistic over me!”

She just laughed at this and looked at her drink once more, before finishing it up in one go. Then, she looked at Taemin softly, causing his stomach to drop once more. He really wished he wasn’t in love with his best friend, but it was something that had never been in his control. He wasn’t even sure when or how he had fallen in love with her or if he had been in love with her all along.

"So what are you going to do tonight?" He asked. Usually, when she came over, she hung out in the bar with him until his shift was over, after which she went to her room and him to his.

"Me? I'm not sure, to be honest. I haven't seen the swimming pool yet even though it's my eighth visit. Or maybe I’ll just get a massage. Jongin’s still there, right?" Y/N replied, picking up her second drink. "Where's Sinjae though? I'll try to avoid wherever his shift is."

Taemin set down the glass he was cleaning and sighed. He had hoped she wouldn't ask this question but of course, she did.

"Hey what's wrong with you today? Why are you sighing so much? Seriously, your customers will think you've hit a mid-life crisis in your 20’s already." She said jokingly.

"I'm having a midlife crisis and a headache right now because of you though. "

"Sheesh if you can't bear with me then you should just tell me to get lost."

"I can?" He asked, sounding too eager. He laughed at her hurt face as she stuck out her tongue at him. She motioned him to come closer to her and he leaned in, catching her familiar scent. The same scent which comforted him when he was upset and crying in her arms, the same scent that he breathed in whenever they engulfed each other in hugs and whilst cuddling on the sofa watching some cheesy rom coms.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She whispered to him like it was something top secret. “I promise you that I’ll stick with you forever, no matter what.”

“Then I guess I’ll need to start piling up on those aspirins, huh?” He smirked at her.

She waved her hand as though warding off evil. “Do whatever you want. Take whatever precaution you want because you and I are going to be together for a very very long time.”He could feel his heart racing at her sincere words, even though she meant it platonically. He wondered for the millionth time if she would ever feel the same way for him as he did. “Also, why am I not getting drunk tonight? Are you sure you are giving me alcohol and not coloured water? I’ll complain to your manager if you try to cheat me like last time.” Y/N glared at her cup as Taemin stared at her. After a while of concentrating, she set the cup down and looked up at him, causing him to nearly blush as she caught him staring. “Do I have a booger on my nose?”

Her question caught him off guard. “What?”

“Do I have a booger on my nose?” She repeated her question, looking at him

He looked at her with an annoyed expression. “You didn’t know? It has been hanging there since you walked in. Did you even look in the mirror before coming or did they all crack due to your ugliness?”

“Hey!” She smacked him lightly. “Then why were you staring at me?”

“Who said I was staring at you?” Taemin countered back, the lie coming very easily to him over the years of practice. “I was staring at the art behind you.” He pointed at someone behind her with his chin and Y/N turned back to look at the art. One of the guests, who was sitting on the seat next to the windows, waved at Taemin and he smiled back at her. She was just a guest he had gotten to know a little better due to her prolonged stay, but there was definitely nothing between them. Y/N then turned back to him, with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Are you sure you were looking at the art? Or…her?”

To this, Taemin snorted. “Get lost. I have other customers to attend to. Go back to your room and get some sleep, it's already too late.”

She shook her head sadly, as though pained by Taemin’s annoyance. “And Mr. Midlife Crisis strikes again. Oh God, when did you get this old? Loosen up, Taem! Get a girlfriend, stay out till late at night! And who goes to bed at 10 PM? For starters, I don’t think you do.”

“Well, for starters, my shift starts at 9 PM?” Taemin countered back, unable to contain his smile. Y/N was very tiresome but for some reason that made her endearing. “Also, if you are so good at this, why don’t you become a professor on this subject? Might as well publish Ph.D. papers?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, like no one had ever told her a more brilliant idea than this. She snapped her fingers and pulled him closer by his sleeves. “You know what, that’s an amazing plan! Why don’t we start with you then?”

“Me? Oh no, I’m happy with the way things are going-”

“First things first, I’m going to invite that girl over there and you both better get talking-”

“Don’t you dare!” Taemin snapped, pulling her by the arm as she tried to get up. She was taken aback by his sudden temper and he sighed, cursing himself to get angry at her. “I’m just- Don’t okay? I’ll get fired or-”

He stopped when she raised an eyebrow at him. Taemin ran his hands through his hair, trying to think of some good reasoning. “Really, I’ll get into huge trouble. Also, I just- I just don’t feel comfortable for some reason. Flirting isn’t my thing and I- uh, I really- you know about my views on love, don’t you? I don’t like-”

“Taemin!” Y/N gasped, as though realising something important. “You like someone, don’t you?” She asked softly and he looked at her, surprised. This time, she sighed and took his hands in hers.

“How did you-”

“It's written all over your face. Oh my god. How come I never realised this? I’m so sorry Taem. I should be better at this. Oh my god, I’m such a bad best friend.” She said, sounding so sad that he was worried she would burst out in tears, which she tended to do whenever she was drunk. Taemin wanted to say something comforting to her, that she wasn’t a bad best friend at all but he caught his breath when he looked up at her again. The yellow dim lights of the bar were throwing a warm shade on her face and he felt his heart squeeze, making him fall for her even more, if that was even possible.

“I’m so sorry.” She kept blabbing, which he kind of found cute, jolting him back to the present. “I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have tried pushing you towards her. You could have gotten into trouble because of me-”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter really. She isn’t interested in me, anyways.” He said, hoping she would leave out the topic. Taemin didn’t want to risk her finding out about his feelings in case it ruined their friendship. He rather stayed friends with her than make her feel completely uncomfortable.

Y/N looked at him apologetically, drumming her fingers on the counter trying to think of something. “Fine then, leave the girlfriend part. I won’t press you about it since you don’t feel like it. But how about having some fun? You could go clubbing-”

“Please don’t talk about clubs in front of me.” Taemin groaned. Serving drinks all night had made him give up drinking and the last thing he needed to do was go to a place filled with loud music and drinks.

“Then go to a cafe. You might meet someone in your zone. Someone…who’s as sweet as you and a soft lover as you.”

“You think I’m sweet?” He asked, smiling a little at her words. Y/N rolled her eyes, causing him to chuckle.

“Yes. How much ever I hate you, I cannot deny that you are sweet. And to some extent, a ninety percent boyfriend material man.”

“Only ninety?”

She ignored him and continued. “You are super sweet, romantic, passionate, a good listener, you take care of me well, give me warm cuddles and hugs…what else does a girl need?”

“Hmmm. But apparently, I’m not enough.” He muttered, wondering why she couldn’t see his feelings ever. Was she that clueless? Or was it his fault for never dropping a single hint?

“Who is this girl though? Who is this person who thinks she’s better than my beloved best friend?” Y/N demanded, looking at him angrily. He smiled at her weakly before shaking his head.

“It’s not that she thinks she’s better than me. It's just that our circumstances…haven’t allowed me to express my feelings for her.”

“Huh?” Y/N looked really interested now. “What was the circumstance? Maybe I can help you?”

Taemin narrowed his eyes at her, snatching away her cup from her and glaring at the waiter serving her. “Help yourself first. Get yourself out of this mess and move on. Sinjae was a loser and didn’t deserve you.”

She sighed heavily at his words, and for the first time in the evening, she looked tired, her face losing all the charm. Slowly, she nodded, agreeing to his words. “What can I do? What can I do Taem when he broke my heart this way? I really try moving on but-” She took in a shaky breath, her eyes brimming with tears now. Taemin looked at her shocked, as a single teardrop slid down her cheek. “I really try moving on and that’s why I come here but you always are in a rush to drive me out and I don't know where to go or whom to hold onto or whose shoulders to cry on. I know why you don’t want me to come here but still, I just- I just want to be with my best friend. With you.”

“Hey.” Taemin whispered, taking her hands in his. “Let’s go up to your room, okay?” She looked up at him as though to protest that she was fine enough to stay but he shook his head firmly. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone. I’ll meet you up there too, okay?”

Fifteen minutes later, he found himself in her room, changing into his pair of pyjamas she had stolen from his house. Once he was done, he walked out of the bathroom to find Y/N had already changed and was sitting on the bed. She smiled at him when she saw him and patted beside her for him to sit. Taemin sat down, making sure to keep a little distance between them but she just wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her. He stiffened a little at her touch but hoped that she hadn’t noticed that.

“Taemin, my Taemin. What would I do without you, my best friend?” Maybe it was his buried feelings, but she seemed to use the term ‘best friend’ a little too much today.

“Well, you probably would have trouble tying your shoelaces too if it weren’t for me.”

“Ugh, so true. What else does one need in a best friend apart from the ability to tie their shoelaces for them?”

He rolled her eyes at her and tried shrugging her off, but she just clung on to him more tightly, laughing at his attempts.

“Get.” He grunted, as this turned into a pulling and pushing competition instead. “Off. Me”

“No. Never. Ever.” Y/N laughed, finally landing in a position where she was on his back as Taemin was on his stomach, pressed against the sheets. He could feel her chest rumbling against his back as she laughed, causing him to smile too as euphoria bubbled in his chest.

"You always enjoy torturing me." He whined, though he didn't want her to get up. Taemin felt her rest her cheeks against his shoulder blade, wrapping her arms around him. Her body weight pressing down against him was so comforting, reminding him of all the times they spent together, lying down beside each other.

She rolled off him but pulled him along with her so that they were lying on their side now, with Taemin's back pressed against her chest and she hugged him like her personal teddy bear.

"You never answered my question, you know." She said.

"Which one? You ask too many."

"Where's Sinjae?"

Taemin froze, hating the fact that they were back to the beginning of their conversation; her ex-boyfriend. He felt that lately, all their conversations were in loops. They would begin with her breakup, talk about something else for a while to distract her, and then come back to Sinjae. Nonetheless, he turned towards her.

"Sinjae…left. Fired actually."

"What?" She looked at him shocked, an expression Taemin was expecting. He looked at her worriedly before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug.

"Do you…still love him?"

She blinked at him, before burying her face in his chest. Gently, he stroked her head to calm her down. "I don't really know. I guess I did move on but there are some days where I might be doing something which reminds me of him and then there's this pain in my heart."

"Don't worry." Taemin whispered. "It will go away too. Soon everything that reminds you of him would just be a happy memory."

"I hope so. It's just that…I've realised I share happier memories with someone else."

He wanted to ask her who it was but didn't think this was the time to press her. "I'm sorry I'm barely there with you when you need me nowadays."

"But you are always there." She muttered. "You are the only one who's there to hold me no matter what."

"Still. Sometimes I wish…I was more to you." He said, the words out before he could stop himself. He felt as though his heart might explode

"You are, Taemin. You are my everything, you know."

"I love you."

Y/N looked up at him surprised, as Taemin tried to comprehend what he had just said. His cheeks burned and he tried apologising to her furiously.

"Sorry, I didn't mean-" but he never got to finish his sentence because the next moment, her lips were against his.

Now it was Taemin's turn to be surprised. He stared at her as she moved her lips against his, before his eyes fluttered close and he kissed her back.

He pulled her in closer by her waist and she gently cupped his cheek. He was sure she could hear his heart hammering because it felt like it was trying to escape from his chest. Taemin kissed her gently firstly, and then a little more deeply, all the feelings he had felt over the years crashing into the kiss.

Finally, they broke apart, gasping for breath. He felt his cheeks automatically pull into a smile and Y/N did the same, mirroring the same happiness he could feel. He really wanted to kiss her again, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining, but he felt that they both had something to say to each other.

"Did you know," she whispered, "we both talked about each other today without knowing it was each other?"

"No." Taemin whispered back, feeling too elated to express any other emotions. "I did not know. Did you?"

"Me neither." Her smile was too much for him to take and he felt like he might die if he didn't kiss her again.

And so he did.

"I love you. I've always loved you." He whispered against her lips. She chased his lips and he felt himself smile finally the feeling of love fully sinking into him.

"I love you too. I always will."

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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