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[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"I think youre like, super duper cool-- a morning with Kai”

Summery: a snippet in time for the two of you, though something like this happens too often to count. A soft and fluffy but fortifying morning with him to remember that all started with him fiddling with the straps and hems of your shirt… speaking of night clothes… there might be a surprise for him waiting underneath

A/N: um so this was supposed to have been out like an eternity ago but life has really been killing me lately so I apologize. Writing is good though and I really love it. I say this every time I post a fic but I’m not sure how good this is :( I originally wanted kai to eat out the reader in this fix but alas, I did not get to it

Warngingz/info: kissing, morning sex, unestablished relationship, like you can take it however you want in this, fingering, hanjob, reacher is gn! other than having a vagina, reader kisses Kai’s freckles/moles, Kai is pussy drunk? idk maybe he is in this, kai asks you to put just the tip in, kai loves the readers tummy thats pretty evident in this fic, spelling mistakes I'll get to them eventually.... think thats it but (it just autocorrected me to 'nut'....) I think thats it! please feel free to let me know if there's anything else!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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The sun hits the front of your lidded eyes, burning them, but wanting, and now apparently waking you up at the same time. Kai shifts behind you, little puffs of breathing out tickling your neck. You finally open your eyes to look where at the state of the man currently latched onto your back. You feel him fiddling with the straps of your tank top absentmindedly, fingers ever so often brushing against your newly exposed skin.

Your desire to nod back off quickly fades when he takes a long breath-- something he always does when he wakes. Now, too excited to ask him in a moment if he's had any dreams, your sleepiness fades into just being calm with him. He circles his arms around your tummy, the pads of his soft and nearly hot with blush and toasty from just returned to the land of the living. it was weird... but something he always took notice of; the way all of his best sleeps were always with you. it wasn't like he couldn't sleep on his own, but when he did he woke up feeling as tired as he was when he laid down, or like they just didnt hit the same way as when he was with you

like he was now, with one of his arms falling asleep with you laying on top of it. but really, he wouldn't want it any other way. You put your hands over his, grasping them tightly almost in an awkward handshake. "So no good morning? no hi, how are you? just trying to brake my hand I see." His voice is groggy, raspy, coming from the back of his throat. You chuckle, and he feels like the sleep instantly is gone from his eyes.

"I was obviously helping you!" You protest, "I was giving feeling back into your arms."

"Why both of my arms then, huh?" his voice lowers, getting suspicious. "I have to show love to each of them." "By breaking them...?" You can feel his eyebrow raise. "mmhm." you say definitely. "Oh, very nice of you then." he snickers

He kneads your tummy gently. the soft skin on his making the both of you break a smile. Only for a moment though, until you feel coolness envelope you instead of warmth as before. Cause now he's getting up, blanket wrapped around his entire body and running to the other side of the bed. he flops down next to you, facing you and making the blanket billow around him like a cape. Now youre both engulfed in it. light from the curtains casting a glow on each of your faces through the blanket. "What? You were pushing me off the bed." You inch closer to him. "Oh, so it was that then, not you wanting to cuddle with me?" he nuzzles his face not your neck, hands already traveling to their rightful place where your hips and waist/ tummy meet. big hands warm you as he speaks into your neck: "mmhm, yeah that, and.... " he draws out the article, though you know what and was going to say and he does "I wanted to see you."

"reasonable." you smile.

"Really?" his smirk is coming through his lips, teeth, and mouth and his voice drips with it. And right now, youre not sure how to deal with it as youre drawn closer and closer to him like a magnetic pull is the only thing that's controlling you. Once youre close enough to feel each others rapid heart beats and close enough where if you just inched in... just a little bit, your lips would be on his neck and you could feel his pulse. you finally speak, "yeah, of course you did. I don't know if youve noticed but im like, pretty amazing." his tongue darts out to lick his lips and smiles. he starts rubbing at your skin again. well, more like brushing it, making you suppress some sort of laugh because its starting to tickle but still.

"Ive noticed, though!" he protests, face still in your neck, voice gentle because of your proximity. "am I that predictable?" you shake your head yes. (he does this almost every morning that you two wake up like this.)

"Im not accusing you--" "yeah yeah, I know but" he straightens his back, looking at you in the eyes now. "what if I happen to think that youre like... super duper cool?" a wide smile creeps onto his face, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks swell as he says the last few words. he draws in a short breath and continues: "and nice, and beautiful, and wonderful. and a whole lotta other things I know anyone who spends a bunch of time with you and who you know..." he cocks his head from side to side, thinking about how he was going to word what he wanted to convey. "...know about you, but I don't really know how to express right now."

You laugh with him. something similar to thing happens a lot between the two of you-- him wanting, no, needing to tell you how he knows how amazing you are, but either not being able to express himself or tripping over his own words. you barely ever paid any mind to it, though. and not in a "its the thought that counts" type of way, either. you might've not fully understood what he was trying to say, but the way he gazed into your eyes, brightness filling them, then looks away, then back at you, rose pigment in his face now.... god, did that tell you all you needed to know.

"hm," you hum, "I think youre supper duper cool too." he raises his head to place a quick peck on your lips. you would've kissed him back if he'd just give you a second. A moment of silence later and it leads to him pressing, almost poking his nose against your previously cold but now warm with the heat crawling into your face and he doubles down on his statement. "Im serious though--" you chuckle even though you can hear the weight in his tone. "So am I." and youre just as serious as him. you mouth a thank you nonetheless. "I-I'm serious though, I don't think anyone in their right mind could miss how amazing you are."

Two things, about this interaction: one,) you can joke about it all you want but, he thinks, you really are perfect. and two) no matter what he says about it, you really do think its cute how he's stumbling over his words. "Glad we're on the same page."

All the while you two have been talking, his hands are moving mere fractions of an inch up and down, up and down, down and-- now hes rubbing almost tickling circles right next to your navel. each stroke of your torso getting longer and longer. you fiddle with the waistband of his boxers until he goes far down enough to notice youre not wearing any underwear. the schooled look on his face makes you laugh as you both emerge from the little makeshift blanket fort you two have stretched over the beautiful expanse of his shoulders.

"oh, im sorry." he bites the inside of his cheek nervously and gulps, raises his hands off you. "what'r you sorry for? I thought you wanted to..." you move his hand back to where it was on the top of your ass. "touch me here?" "well I did-- I do." he corrects himself, but he keeps on rambling. "I just wasn't expecting-- and I dunno if you wanted to since-- oh, what?" He suddenly breaks a smile, his nervousness fading away when he sees you silently chuckling at him. "thisis making your brain short circuit is see. hm, I should let you know when im sleeping without them more often, don't you think?" his eyes go wide again. "you mean you do this frequently and I just don't know?" he leans back a little, eyes darting around, seemingly genuinely pondering this.

Your hands hover over his chest, warmth radiating off you onto his skin. he gently squeezes your ass and your back stiffens, chill going up your spine. "I can't find the words so" he draws out the last word, trailing off, "can I?" he dips his eyes to where the hem of your oversized T-shirt, (already bunched up in the back from him kneading your ass,) hits your upper thighs.

He drags the fabric up and you have half a mind to tell him to get on with it already. and what feels like forever later, hes dipping his thump into his mouth, wetting it with his salivating tongue. then he brings it down to your clit. he starts rubbing at it, warm air surrounding the small bud because of how deep you are under the covers. An electric shock runs up and back down your spine at the contact he makes with now two of his fingers pressing right were youre aching for him. "oh--" you cut your own self off knowing that what;; come our of you will only be incoherent mess.

You can't see what hes doing, he can't either and although that worrying him a little bit its making the experience that much more heightened for the both of you. this way, you can stare lovingly into his eyes and see the little movements his mouth makes, slightly opening here and there, when he gains a beautiful reaction out of you or he gets a little overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm and wet pussy on his fingers. and this way he can focus on all the sounds you make, wishing to bottle up the sound and get drunk on all your moans and hisses of pleasure.

You might not be able to see, but fuck, you sure can hear and feel. as he switches from rubbing at your clit and dripping hole to finger fucking you at that pace that drives you insane, the lewd sounds youre making together is fucking perfect--- music to your ears, even. its wet and mess, hes sloppy and almost desperate for the sighs of pleasure you make, or for that look in your eyes that lets him know youre about to be in the throws of ecstasy around his fingers... cumming for him. all for him. and all because of him. the groans aloud at the thought-- him being the(only) one making you feel this good, him brining you to your high so damn well. and he knows its selfish but a part of him wants to make you cum so good and so often that youre ruined for anyone else. so that the only fingers besides your own that you know could make you feel this good are his. the only tongue good enough for you? his.

it was like his cock and your cunt were made for each other... and that made him shiver in pleasure at the thought. you didnt miss the way he was like this, though. the way his pupils dilated and his jaw clenched at times like these were a tell tale sign.

Hes sloppy with his movements a bit but has just how you two like it. so wonderful he swears that if he could, he'd encapsulate the sounds and feelings that come from this and you and stuff himself full with it to delirium everyday. And if you could, you’d surely do the same. Especially with his grunts and whimpers. God you loved those.

His fingers were already fucking so deep inside you, like you could feel his fingers curl, almost, it feels like in your fucking guts. then, you think, imagine how otherworldly his rock hard cock would be. You can feel him grazing it up and down your thigh, trying not to make it too obvious but grinding his hard on into your plush skin none the les. He occasionally bumps into his own arm the more time goes on and the more desperate he’s getting with his movements. You bring the thigh he’s doing this to up a little further as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, you’re slick forming a thick ring around the base of his fingers, dripping deliciously onto his hand.

he breathes out a grunt, barely audible to either of you. And that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. You tug at the waist and of his boxers, his warm abdomen on your knuckles. You look up at him and before you can get the words out he’s already begging “yeah— you can. Please—“ his words come out choppy, up and down in volume but you don't care. You slip them down, too wrapped up in him touching you and you about to touch him that you don’t get them any further than his thighs. The same thighs you have dreams about— dragging yourself on them till you cum with his big hands digging into your hips, sucking hickies on them as he lets out little sighs and as his hands don’t know where to go, the list goes on.

All you wanted was him a close to you as humanly possible, with your hand gripping the full weight of him and your thumb rubbing over, almost teasing his sensitive, leaking tip. You use your spit that's mixing with his precum to let you slide up and down the length of him. He rocks into your hand, same as you to his, trying to find release. And you start to get annoyed even though at this point hes flattened out his hand, your juices oozing out onto it as his palm rubs circles onto your clit.

His fingers are starting to go slower, and deeper if that was humanly possible. but thats not why you were getting annoyed-- kai, even with how he prettily threw his head back with an open mouth in pleasure and then forward again, grunting almost into your collarbone, the rest of him wasn't staying still. he was wriggling and writhing, uncoordinated thrusts into your hand and his have breathing make you lean in for a kiss and surprisingly your teeth don't clang together.

hes still moving around too much and you realize it'd be nearly impossible to get him to cum like this. So you bring you hand off him, ignoring, just for a moment, his whines in protest, chasing after your palm like how you just chased after his lips. You gently snap the elastic waistband against his abdomen as a reminder to calm down-- to get him focused again

At this point, the two of you are halfway sitting up and halfway laying down. Not the most comfortable position but you barely care as you can feel the beautiful pit in your stomach growing and he brings you closer to sweet relief. your mouth goes agape as he rubs you a little faster. You clench around his fingers and all he can think about is how tight you'd feel around him, creaming on his cock. Youre no better, though. with your thoughts of how big you'd know he'd be inside you, because lets be honest here, its not the laying on your side facing him thats making it hard to pump his dick.

You run your thumb along the vein on the underside of his cock and his legs still then quake. Your back arches into his touch. it's all getting too much for you-- you and him pleasuring the other with your hands at the same pace. and as your eyes flutter close because fuck, that face hes making is gonna make you cum if you keep on staring at it, you can feel it. almost like hes fucking into you for real; doesn't help that hes so close to your thighs either.

"I wan' you to cum for me. I love to hear you and feel you and--"

maybe hes rambling, but its cute none the less and that makes you regain full feeling and conciseness, now being able to will your hand to glide over his slippery cock faster, You feel yourself being tipped over the edge.

Your toes curl, his heart rate jumps as you let go of his dick, brining your hand to his wrist to hold him right where you need him. you couldn't focus on anything else at the moment, you felt like he was bringing your body to heaven-- like you were fucking ascending. His lips were on yours in a flash, kissing you like it was his last as you continue humping his palm to ease through your orgasm.

You cum with a muffled curse into his chest as you fall perfectly into him. you really are made for each other, huh?

"God, you look so beautiful when you cum. your face is buried in his collarbone and your hands-- they're gonna be the death of him tonight, hes sure of it. one's rubbing slow petel-in-the-breeze-soft circles on in wrist, and the other is over his heartbeat on his chest. it wasn't anything even that sexual if his dick wasn't out and his fingers weren't soiled with your cum.

you sink yourself deeper into his neck and chuckle. "Im guessing so beautiful that you dont even notice how I dropped your dick?" you blink at him, your lashes tickling his sensitive skin.

He can't even respond before youre kissing the mole on his neck, sucking a small mark there as he lets out little "ah-ah~" next to your ear, before moving up to the one on his jaw... then the one on the other side... then the next, and then next all while watching the little red mark on his neck fade until finally youre at the beginning of his chest. and now your hand his back on him and he feels like hes gonna actually die.

how did he deal with this before? maybe its the way the sheets smell all fresh and comforting, or the way his eyes are still drowsy with sleep and the perfect golden hour light hitting and warming the room just right, or maybe the way you were just around his fingers a moment ago... but whatever it was, he felt his release rapidly approaching.

You kiss him to swallow up the sounds hes making, knowing how his tip bumping against you, nearly tapping your pussy but catching your thighs, wet with your own cum and dampened with sweat is getting to be too much for him just as it was like for you a bit ago. he craved this maybe a little bit too much; your bodies melting together, becoming one. and he really can't hold it in anymore.

"I need-- just the tip, ok? I need to feel you around me. jus' the tip, thats all" his voice comes out with labored breathing and thats all you need to hear, sliding his tip in between your dripping folds. your hand stroking what you can't fit and dipping his head in and out of your hole. not much, just enough to get him addicted to the feeling. at this point hes doing most of the work for you; moving so that his cock slides up and down your cunt, and youre revealing in it as much as you are. with him smoothing over and rubbing your clit, giving you the satisfaction of some much needed friction and the beautiful full feeling of his cock-- even just a little bit is driving you crazy. and the overwhelming want to shove all of him into you, stuffing you full on him? otherworldly. making you have to physically stop yourself from fulfilling your want, no, need, to have him fully inside.

and the way your teeth poke out of your mouth as it opens in pleasure? he feels like hes basking, wishing to drown himself in your pussy. he kisses you urgently, like fire surges through him, pouring himself and his emotions out for you, spilling himself all over your hand as your slow down your strokes, dick throbbing in your hand. your pussy convulsing around noting as he comes down from his high.

The both of your breathing slows, his whines and grunts of pleasure turn into a smile as he looks into your eyes. he reaches over to the nightstand, effectively putting his chest in your face. He plops back down a second later with a couple tissues and grabs your wrist from under the blanket still and does his best to clean it off.

Its silent as he does this, but the good kind. not awkward or dead. but comfortable like it always is with him. it wasn't until then that the both of you realized how much he came. Yeah... he was gonna need another tissue. You peck his lips at the thought and sight but he starts to wonder how the fuck that happened. You really do do wonders to him, he thinks.

He finishes cleaning his own hand next then balls up the tissues before throwing them on the floor. they could be worried about later. he brings you close to him, all he ever wanted, really; to be close enough that his heartbeat syncs with yours and that he smell the sex coming off you... feel the warmth of your skin on his.

His hands find their rightful places at your hips and tummy. Youre almost nodding off again when--

"oh I forgot to ask you!" you nearly shriek at him "did you have any dreams?" the knowing smile that creeps up onto his face tells you all you need to know. "yeah... n' maybe they were about you..." he circles you waist and brings you closer, smirk on your face as he starts sucking on your neck. "oh? just maybe?" you try to keep your composure.

A/N: hope you enjoyed! if you did, please leave some love like comments or reblogs! and please send some asks-- both hard and soft hours are open!

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[xunolic]

black writers, if you’re out there pls sound off bc i need fics to show love! 🥰

[ericbrainrot]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 “𝐂’𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞”: jay, mark lee, intak, haechan, jeno, jaehyun, taeyong, jungwoo, yeonjun, seunghun, eric, kevin, heesung, yangyang, ten, hyunjae, juhaknyeon

𝐓𝐡𝐞 “𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞” 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦: keeho, jiung, theo, soul, jongseob, johnny, beomgyu, taehyun, soobin, huening kai, renjun, jaemin, chenle, jisung, doyoung, taeil, yuta, winwin, xiaojun, hendery, kun, shotaro, sungchan, younghoon, new, q, sunwoo, juyeon, sangyeon, jacob

*·˚ ༘♡#𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃! ˖◛⁺⑅♡

idk why i thought of this song and these idols with this scenario but here i am at 5:23 am writing this.

[forblackkpopreaders]

.・゜゜・𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬!

.・゜゜・𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 -> 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞 -> 𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 -> 𝘦𝘹𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 -> 𝘱1𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐓𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 -> 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 -> 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐩 -> 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

.・゜゜・𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 -> 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

[aswho1estuff]

The Boys Next Door

{i would like to note that I don't endorse any ill treatments/acts/relationships done upon the girls within the playboy mansion and outside of it, I stand and always will support women in any form.}

Masterlist

Series summary !

Character introduction !

The playboy mansion boys

[moonlightdreamzz]

FOR LIFE — Choi Yeonjun

SUMMARY ✰ You don’t want to bother your ex-boyfriend, Yeonjun, but in the midst of intense heartbreak and questioning why the ones you love always leave you, you have no choice but to invite him over to help you make sense of it.

GENRE ✰ Ex!Yeonjun, Firstlove!Yeonjun, ANGST

🎧 ➤ For Life by EXO

You swipe down on your phone to check the time, which reads 10:00PM.

Your lower lip is practically bleeding from how hard you're biting it, all because of the nervousness you feel as you hover over Yeonjun's phone number. You know you shouldn't reach out to him, even though the last time he saw you, six months ago, his lips planted a delicate kiss on your forehead and he assured you that you could call him whenever you need him.

It’s selfish though, is it not? To interrupt whatever peace he’s gained since the two of you broke up, all because you haven’t been able to find your own? A year and a half has passed, and based off of the scraps of his life he’s allowed you to have through social media, he seems so much better off. He’s constantly traveling, glowing, and you know him—he’s way too beautiful and perfect to not have replaced you by now.

“Fuck it.” You utter. With a shaky thumb, and a quivering voice, you press the call button. You have no clue whether he’ll pick up the phone for you. All you know is that more than anything, you need to hear his voice, and as your first love, and the only ex you don’t absolutely despise, he’s the only person qualified to assist you in this moment.

You’re sitting on the floor in-front of your bed in fetal position, rocking back and forth to the sound of the phone ringing. After three rings, it stops, and so does your heart for a second. Did he send you to voicemail? He probably did. I mean, you would've sent yourself to voicemail if you're being completely honest.

“Hello?”

His voice is clear and unwavering, and now you're frozen in place. Your mouth opens and then closes repeatedly, but words refuse to come out of your mouth and you aren't sure why.

"Hello? Y/N? Maybe she called by accident." He mutters. You hear him getting out of his chair in his studio, the squeaky sound instantly reminding you of all the times you curled up into his lap, content as long as you're with him, but silently wishing he'd give it up for the night and take you home so the two of you could sleep.

“Um, it’s me. Me, as in Y/N. Wait—you know that already.”

You start to relax a little when you hear his consoling chuckle that he uses when you're amusing him. “You don’t think I deleted your number, did you?” You don’t have to see him to know that his left brow has raised teasingly.

“Well it has been a long time.”

“It doesn’t matter how much time has passed. I told you that you can call me whenever. I’m always going to care about you.”

You know he’s a saint—everybody does, but it still catches you off guard every time. His tone is so genuine, and you can hear his the confident smile he’s wearing on his face. He knows he has you feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, holding in your squeal of excitement that you would totally let out if he wasn’t still on the other line.

“Thanks.”

“Is that all you called for? To hear my voice? I didn’t know we were allowed to do that.”

Your eyes shut, and without regret, you slap yourself on the forehead. God, why is he still so good at taking your breath away? “No.” You sigh, “I just—I really just…ugh.”

“Take your time.” He coos.

“Yeonjun.” You wine, a shy hiccup escaping your throat.

“Okay, I’m sorry. It’s just so easy to tease you. What’s wrong?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m a mess.”

“You’re not a mess, Y/N. Don’t say that.”

Had this been a few months ago, you’d stop him right there, asking him if you’re truly not a mess, why didn’t he stay? But that would ruin the mood, wouldn’t it? You hate how quick your emotions change. You were happy to hear his voice—enjoying your nostalgic back and forth, but now your entire body feels icky and tears are welling up in your eyes.

“Well something isn’t right, because I keep giving my all to people and they keep sucking the life out of me and leaving.”

Silence.

“Can I come over?” He says. You don’t know whether to be surprised or not. You know him—he probably felt a rush of guilt from your subtle, but sharp words. Guilt is what you believe kept the two of you together as long as you were. You really don’t know the truth, because all he said when he broke up with you is the cop-out “I’m too overwhelmed” instead of saying what it really was.

“I mean—yeah, of course. But you don’t have to. You actually can hang up and pretend I never called if you want. This is weird anyways for you I’m sure.” You force a laugh to try and lighten the mood, and he mimics you.

“I owe it to you. I’ll be over in like thirty minutes.” Is all he says before hanging up.

The room suddenly feels both emptier and warmer after Yeonjun's promise to come over. You take a deep breath, a mix of relief and apprehension settling within you. The rhythmic ticking of the clock becomes more pronounced as you gather your thoughts, realizing the gravity of what you've just set in motion.

After what seems like an eternity, a soft knock interrupts the silence. You hesitate for a moment before getting up, your legs feeling like jelly. You open the door, and there he is, Yeonjun, with that familiar reassuring smile.

"Hey," he greets, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

Ah, there it was. The paralyzation of your mind and mouth whenever your orbs greeted each other. It didn’t matter how long you prepared your words, everything always disappeared when he was in-front of you. What did you invite him over for again?

You manage a nervous laugh, realizing the irony of the situation. "I think I invited you over to... discuss life, or maybe just to remind myself what it feels like to have someone who understands." You slowly back away from the door, which allows him to step in. Flashbacks of him being nose to nose with you try to creep in, but you’re still fighting.

Yeonjun smirks, his eyes holding a playful glint. "Well, I'm here for both, and anything else you need. Discussing life is kind of my specialty."

The room settles into a comfortable quietude, filled only with the soft hum of distant city sounds. Yeonjun's presence brings a warmth that transcends the physical space, as if the air is charged with the shared history between you two.

"Can I sit?" Yeonjun questions softly. He refuses to look at the couch, and you wonder if it’s because he can’t help but be reminded of every kiss, touch, and comfort the two of you have shared on its worn cushions.

You nod, giving him permission as you try to read the emotions flickering in his eyes. He chooses a spot on the floor instead, perhaps opting for a neutral space that doesn't carry the weight of history.

The silence stretches for a moment, both of you enveloped in your thoughts. You can't help but steal glances at him, the playfulness from earlier replaced by a quiet contemplation. The ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, hinting at the shared nostalgia.

“So.” You utter.

“So.” He repeats.

“I uh—you’re my first love.”

"I know," he replies softly, a mixture of understanding and a hint of regret in his voice.

"My first... everything," you remind yourself in the moment, the vulnerability in your words echoing the raw emotions that brought him to your apartment tonight.

Yeonjun shifts on the floor, adjusting to the weight of your confession. "I remember," he says, his tone gentle. "It's not something you easily forget."

A bittersweet smile plays on your lips as you recall the shared moments that shaped your past. "You left, though. You left me wondering what was wrong with me."

He looks down, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the floor. "Y/N, I didn't leave because of you. It was me, my own issues. I didn't handle things the way I should have."

Your eyes meet his, searching for sincerity in the depths of his gaze. "But it felt like I wasn't enough. Just like now, with someone else. I keep wondering if there's something inherently wrong with me."

Yeonjun sighs, a heavy exhale that carries the weight of shared struggles. "Y/N, it's not you. You're not the problem. Sometimes people leave not because of who you are, but because of where they are in their own journey. It took me a while to understand that."

You take a deep breath, the truth settling in your chest. "I just wanted you to know... why I called you tonight. It's like history repeating itself, and I needed someone who understands."

Yeonjun's gaze softens, a silent invitation for you to share your story. The weight of unshed tears lingers in your eyes as you begin to unravel the painful narrative of your recent past.

"It's Yuta," you admit, the name carrying a bitter taste on your tongue. "He came into my life when I was convinced I was done with relationships. Said all the right things, made me believe there was something real between us."

Yeonjun listens, his expression a mix of empathy and concern. You trace invisible patterns on your palms, a feeble attempt to anchor yourself in the vulnerability of the moment.

"But the moment I started to like him, he turned distant, hot and cold," you continue, your voice cracking slightly. "It was like he played this game, and I didn't understand the rules. One day he was all in, and the next, he acted like we were strangers."

Yeonjun's jaw tightens, a subtle display of the protective instinct he still holds for you. "He doesn't deserve you," he says, his voice carrying an undercurrent of anger.

The pain in your chest intensifies as you delve deeper into the tangled web of emotions. "I thought I was over these insecurities, that I could move on. But it hurts, Yeonjun. It hurts to feel like I'm not enough, like no matter how hard I try, someone will always find a reason to leave."

Tears threaten to spill over, and you look away, hoping to hide the vulnerability etched across your face. The room feels suffocating, a reminder of the cycles of heartache you find yourself trapped in.

But the echoes of Yuta's actions linger, reopening old wounds and casting shadows on the love that once bloomed in this very room. The irony of finding solace in the person who was once the source of your joy is not lost on you, and the weight of it all presses heavily on your shoulders.

In a desperate attempt to redirect the overwhelming emotions, you turn to Yeonjun, your voice trembling. "Why did you leave, Yeonjun? Was it me? Am I too much, too clingy? Not pretty enough? I need to understand."

Your words spill out in a frantic torrent, the questions forming a chaotic symphony in your mind. The room seems to close in as you anxiously await his response, fingers twisting together in a silent plea for clarity.

Yeonjun's eyes flicker with guilt, a deep-rooted understanding of the pain he once caused you. "Y/N, it's not about you. It never was. I had my own issues, my own demons. I ran because I was scared, and I didn't know how to face them."

"But why?" you press, desperation lacing your voice. "I need to know. I can't keep replaying scenarios in my head, wondering what I did wrong."

He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. "It's not about you being too much or not enough. You were everything. It's about me not being enough for myself."

Your heart pounds in your chest, the words sinking in but offering little solace. The uncertainty gnaws at your sanity, and you're on the verge of a breakdown without even realizing it. The fear of inadequacy, the fear of repeating the same cycle with Yeonjun that you did with Yuta—it's all too much to bear.

"I just wanted to be good enough for you," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to be enough for someone, anyone."

The room hangs in a fragile balance, the unspoken emotions swirling between you and Yeonjun. The weight of your insecurities crashes against the fragile walls you've built, threatening to break you down completely. As you grapple with the echoes of your past and the uncertainty of the present, you find yourself caught in a storm of emotions, hoping that somewhere in this chaos, you can find the answers you so desperately seek.

Yeonjun's frustration simmers beneath the surface, a storm gathering in the calm of his expression. His eyes, once warm, now reflect the turmoil within. He takes a deep breath, his words measured but carrying an edge of exasperation.

"Y/N, I need you to understand," he begins, his tone low but intense. "You didn't make it easy for me to leave. In fact, you were the hardest person to walk away from. But being around you, it felt suffocating."

Your heart skips a beat, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut. "What do you mean?"

He runs his hands through his hair, a gesture of frustration. "You're perfect, Y/N. An angel. I'm not. I never was. Being with you highlighted everything I wasn't. It was like standing next to a light so bright, I couldn't help but cast a darker shadow."

His confession hangs in the air, the weight of his words sinking into the very core of your being. The truth, raw and unfiltered, leaves you speechless.

"And you," he continues, his eyes never leaving yours, "you attract darkness, not because there's something wrong with you, but because you're so full of light. Some people, like Yuta, and every guy before him, they weren't ready for that light. They wanted to take your good energy and use it to mask their own dark souls, leaving you with the shattered pieces."

Tears blur your vision as the truth unravels before you. The ache in your chest deepens, the realization settling in that the very qualities that make you extraordinary are the ones that others find intimidating, overwhelming.

Yeonjun's frustration morphs into a deep sense of regret, his eyes pleading for your understanding. "I wasn't ready for you, Y/N. I was too consumed by my own darkness. It's not about you being too much. It's about me not being enough for someone as pure and good as you."

There’s a silence that’s so sharp, it’s suffocating.

"Why don't you hate me?" he questions, his gaze searching yours. "After everything, after being the first one to abandon you, why don't you hate me like you seem to hate everyone else?"

In the dimly lit room, as the shadows dance across Yeonjun's features, you find yourself captivated by the familiar lines of his face. The subtle play of light highlights the contours, and you take a moment to appreciate the details that you've come to cherish.

His eyes, deep and expressive, hold a universe of emotions that have both comforted and challenged you. You remember the times they sparkled with laughter, the warmth that enveloped you in moments of shared joy. Now, in the quiet of the room, they reflect a mixture of concern and care, amplifying the intensity of your emotions.

You look at him, a myriad of emotions playing on your face. "I honestly don't know, Yeonjun. All I know is that you're the only one I can't get over. The one my mind always takes me back to. I love you, and I don't want to, but I do."

The weight of your admission hangs in the air, and you can feel the vulnerability of your heart laid bare. Yeonjun's eyes widen slightly, registering the depth of your words. His silence carries a mixture of surprise and understanding, and in that moment, you wonder if your hearts are resonating in the quiet space between you.

"Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you like this. Knowing that I'm the one you can't get over, despite everything, makes me feel a thousand times worse."

"Yeonjun," your voice trembles, "is there any part of you that still loves me?"

For a moment, Yeonjun hesitates, his eyes flickering away from yours as if avoiding the intensity of your gaze. The air seems to thicken, anticipation mourning. Finally, he meets your eyes again, his expression a mix of sadness and resolution.

"Y/N, I..." he pauses, choosing his words carefully, "I've loved you, and a part of me probably always will. But it's been a long time, and I've had to accept that you deserve more than I could give you. You deserve someone who won't hurt you, who can give you the love and stability you deserve."

Your doe-like, teary eyes lock onto his, seeking the truth that you've been denied for so long. You can sense the sincerity in his words, and even though the truth stings, there's a part of you that appreciates the honesty you've yearned for.

"Thank you for being honest with me, Yeonjun," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. It's a bittersweet acknowledgment, a painful acceptance of the reality you've been avoiding.

Yeonjun's inner monologue swirls with conflicting emotions as he observes you, the ache in his chest almost palpable. As he maintains his gaze on you, his internal struggle remains concealed behind a veil of remorse. While he acknowledges his shortcomings and the belief that he doesn't deserve you, there's a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions within him.

I want to kiss her. The thought echoes in his mind like a persistent whisper, each word resonating with a desire that threatens to consume him. As he sees the pain in your eyes, the longing to comfort you intensifies. He imagines the taste of your lips, the warmth of your embrace—familiar sensations that once brought solace and joy.

To fall into her, to sob into her chest. The yearning is raw, a deep ache that transcends physical touch. He imagines the release of tears, the vulnerability of exposing his soul to you. The safety he once found in your embrace feels like a distant memory, and the realization of the chasm between them intensifies the pain.

I wish I could be toxic. The admission lingers in his thoughts, a confession he's never dared to voice. The allure of toxic patterns, the chaos that might temporarily numb the pain, has crossed his mind. But he refrains, acknowledging the destructive consequences it would bring to both of you.

I don't want to disappoint her ever again. The final realization echoes with a profound truth. The fear of letting you down, of causing more pain, holds him back from laying bare the entirety of his emotions. His commitment to your well-being, despite the internal chaos, remains unwavering.

You're too caught up in the sound of your heart breaking to notice the whirlwind in his mind.

Once again, the room falls silent. Neither of you knows what to do or say. Lost in your own thoughts, you both stare through each other, searching for a way through the emotional haze.

Breaking the silence, Yeonjun takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to tenderly caress your cheek. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver through your body, the sensation a paradoxical mixture of comfort and ache. "Goodnight," he murmurs, his eyes holding a depth of emotions he's yet to articulate. "I hope I helped, even a little."

As he turns to leave, the gravitational pull of his departure becomes palpable. The door seems both a physical and emotional barrier, and it's in this charged moment that you act on an impulse you can no longer suppress. Your hand reaches out, grasping his arm, pulling him back towards you.

His eyes widen with surprise, and before either of you can fully comprehend the situation, your lips meet in a kiss that holds the weight of shared history and unspoken desires. The kiss is a magnetic collision, a dance of emotions too long confined. Yeonjun responds immediately, the barriers crumbling as he embraces the intimacy of the moment.

In the heat of the moment, Yeonjun lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around him as he carries you towards the bedroom. The physical and emotional boundaries blur as you lose yourselves in the shared journey, an exploration of a space where the weight of the past can be confronted and, perhaps, rewritten.

Behind the closed bedroom door, the air crackles with intensity as the kiss deepens, becoming a language of its own. Yeonjun's hands explore the familiar landscape of your body, each touch igniting a spark of desire that had long been dormant. The warmth of the room mirrors the heat between you, and as your bodies meld, the boundaries that once confined you seem to dissolve.

With a gentle urgency, Yeonjun lowers you onto the bed, the weight of his body pressing against yours. The layers of clothing become obstacles, and with a shared understanding, you begin to dismantle the barriers that separate you. The room becomes a haven for rediscovery, a sanctuary where past wounds are soothed by the tender exploration of each other's skin.

As you both lie together, catching your breath, the room feels charged with unspoken feelings. In the quiet aftermath, Yeonjun looks into your eyes, and in that moment, you sense a promise of healing and a new beginning. The heaviness of the past isn't gone, but it feels a bit lighter, as if the shared vulnerability and intimacy of the night have carried some of the weight away.

As the stillness settles over the room, a soft plea escapes your lips, breaking the quiet. "Stay, just for tonight," you murmur, your eyes reflecting a vulnerability that has long been concealed. "I want to feel loved, even if it's just for a little while."

Yeonjun, his gaze holding a mixture of understanding and remorse, sighs. The weight of the unspoken hangs in the air, but there's a tenderness in his eyes that speaks of shared pain. In that moment, he reaches out and brushes your braid from your face, his touch a gentle reassurance.

"I can stay," he says somberly, a promise laced with the acknowledgment of the complexities between you. "Just for tonight."

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I got love!!

Parings:YeonjunxBlack!Femreader

Summary:Frat boy Yeonjun (with a bad rep)just wants you

Monsta x inspired the title😗✌🏼

You sigh as a bag is placed in your line of view. You look up seeing Choi Yeonjun. He gives you a smile and waves making you close the book you were reading

“What is it choi?” You ask

“Yeonjun…Yeon.Jun! We’ve been over this” he says making you shrug

“Anyway…wat are you reading?” He asks

You just push the book over to him. He reads the title before nodding at you

“I like this book. Ya know I’ve read it like a million times” he says

“Oh really?” Yoh ask pretending to be amused

“Yeah like the plot was crazy” he says nodding

“And what exactly made it crazy?” You ask

“Uh when the Uh uncle turned out to be the k-killer” he says

“Mm. That’s funny I haven’t read anything about that. Guess I must have skipped that part” you say with a sarcastic smile

“Y-yeah! You tell me how that goes” he says making you roll your eyes

“What do you want choi” you say now a little more annoyed

“You know what I want Yn. When are you going to let me take you on a date?” He asks

“In a 100 years” you say getting up and collecting your things

“But we’ll be long gone!” He says

“Exactly!” You say walking away from the table but with yeonjun hot on your tale

He quickly jumped in front of you stoping you from walking any further

“What Yeonjun?” Yoh ask now beyond irritated

“Come on Yn! Why won’t you give me a chance?” He asks with curious eyes

“Give you a chance so you can get in my pants and drop me like you do the rest of the chicks you get bored with?” You ask

“W-what? Why would I do that?” He ask

“Oh please Yeonjun, don’t play dumb with me. I might have just transferred here but I know all about your little flings. I won’t be one of them” you say before pushing past him

“Wait Yn!” He shouts out but you kept going with your walk

“Oh shit yeonjun looking over here!” Your friend, Layla says

You turn your head seeing Yeonjun staring dead at you. When you make eye contact he smiles at you. You scoff and roll your eyes

“He is so gorgeous” sunhee says

You could never take anything away from yeonjuns good lucks but what you could take away is all the thirsty Girls he has around him

“He may be gorgeous but what about his friend Beomgyu I mean have you seen that boy?” Bianca says fanning herself

“Let’s just take a gander and say all the frat boys are fine” Layla says making everyone agree

“Who do you think is attractive Yn?” Sunhee says

“I don’t care for them honestly” you say shrugging

“Girl what do you mean-oh shit! Yeonjun is coming over here” she says fluffing out her silk press. You just put your nose back into your book

“Hey ladies how are you?”

“We’re good thanks for asking” sunhee says smiling

“That’s great, Uh hey Yn I wanted to give you this”

You look up seeing a pink envelope of with a rainbow sticker to seal it. You look at him and then the envelope. He smiles and pushes it closer to you. You groan and take before stuffing it into your purse

“Will you read it?” He asks with a hopeful tone

“Yeah Yeonjun, now please get out my face” you say waving him off

He giggled before leaning down and kissing your cheek before running off. You look towards your friends who all had a dropped jaw

“What does that note say?” Bianca says

“Don’t know and don’t care. Probably will throw it away” you say shrugging

“Absolutely not! Give it here I’ll read it!” Bianca says. You sigh and hand over the envelope. She quickly opens it and gasp before reading

“You exist in my world, in a way that no one else does . You are so special to me. You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have. Give me a chance please? Ps…your pretty” Bianca reads causing the other girls to aw and you to gag

“He even taped a rose to it!” Sunhee says

“Yn if you don’t give him a chance I will” Layla says

“We’ll give him one” you say with a sarcastic smile. You stand up grabbing your bag and snatching the note before walking out

“I don’t know why she won’t give that boy a chance. He’s obviously crazy for her” Bianca says

“That’s because she believes Yeonjun is a whore” layla says

“Such a shame” sunhee says shaking her head

You quickly rush into the bathroom sitting down on the toilet with a sigh. You read the note over and over again.

And you couldn’t help the smile that it put on your face.

“Dude it’s obvious she doesn’t like you why are you still trying?” Taehyun asks

“Because I like her! I really do” Yeonjun says

“But she doesn’t like you” Hueningkai says genuinely confused

“Oh she does! She’s just afraid to admit and plus she’s heard all those rumors about me and she believe them” Yeonjun sighs

“Does she know those rumors are like…years old?” Soobin asks

“No, she thinks I’ll dump her after sex” Yeonjun mumbles causing Beomgyu and Taehyun to laugh and slap each other

“What’s funny?” Yeonjun asks

“Aren’t you a virgin?!” Taehyun asks making Hueningkai laugh harder and Yeonjun upset

“No! And why does that matter?” He asks

“I mean it could have helped you case but. Your not a virgin so”

“How the hell would that help the situation?!” Yeonjun asks

“It would help because it’ll prove your not using her for sex”

“Your an idiot” Yeonjun says walking away to get the door that was being knocked on.

He opens the door shocked to see you on the porch

“Y-Yn?what’re you doing here?” He asks

You push a yellow envelope into his chest and turn away walking off the porch

“Don’t be late” you say confusing him

“Wha? He says opening the envelope seeing a letter. He closes the door back with his foot before reading it

“I am willing to give you a chance. Maybe I like you to, but only a little bit so don’t get big headed choi. Meet me at the cafe on 5th street. Ps…I’m not a rose girl I like tulips”

“FUCK YEAH!” Yeonjun shouts jumping up and down after reading the letter

“Yeonjun? What’s wrong? Who was at the door?l soobin asks coming down the stairs

“She said yes! She’s giving me a chance” Yeonjun says waving the letter in the air with the biggest smile

“Well rub butter on me and call me a turkey, she agreed?” Beomgyu says coming down the stairs

“Yes, and never say that again” Yeonjun points making the three of them laugh

You took a gander and gave him a chance.

[ssosmii]

Hi guys, It’s somii!

(omg first tumblr post!)

Making a ambw kpop imagine book on wattpad if anyone is interested. If you are, requests will be available on here!!!! And I will be publishing some imagines on tumblr. I will be updating this book as much as possible. Info abt the book will in the introduction. :) Enjoy!!! 😁

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[solstramaii]

Misfits on the first day

See (Masterlist) for warnings!

★ SYNOPSIS! Nishimura Niki, a boy who’s apart of one of the biggest boy bands. Obviously he’s still a teenager so he is still in high school. Now he’s quite famous at school himself. Niki thinks he’s 2 cool 4 skool. He wasn’t interested in school until he seen you sitting in his music class. Arguing about how you weren’t gonna sing. Finding out that you, yourself were in a band aswell. But in one of his rival companies. What are you gonna do when the most popular boy wants to be your friend?

Y/ns pov

It is currently 6:30 am. Your only running on two hours of sleep getting ready for the first day of school. You were stressing over the fact that you didn’t know if you had a concert later that day.

Not only that but you guys were performing at a very big venue. So it made you anxious not being able to get sleep. But now you most definitely regretted it. Your not only Cranky, you’re also upset that your first class is music. Anxiously typing on twitter about your day as you try to get through it. You were looking for Chae but didn’t know where she was. Just heading back to class.

Leaning back on your chair in the class room with your eyes closed you couldn’t help but doze off a little. I mean you looked decent for school. But the bags under your eyes certainly didn’t help your case at all.

“Students!” The person you dreaded the most. Ms Deul.

Watching as the older women put all her stuff down and her clip board out to take role you couldn’t help but stare at her in tiredness.

“Y/n!”

“Hi” you say in a monotone voice not wanting to be there at all. I mean who does. At this point you’d rather take math first thing in the morning.

“Nishimura Ri-ki?” Couldn’t help but turn around and at-least try to put names to faces. Just to keep yourself awake. But as soon as the kids in class heard that the teacher earned giggles.

“Mam we all know he isn’t coming!”

Raising a brow you looked at the girl. Not caring you turned around.

“Okay then he’s not coming I guess?” Ms Deul said confused as well.

As soon as she was done she wanted to get the class to sing. To try and find their vocal ranges. “Y/n why don’t you get us started for today. Sing a note so the other students can get comfortable.”

Looking at her you didn’t budge. “No thanks.” Making her a little pissed.

One thing turned to another. She kept pushing your buttons and you said something. And here you both are now arguing loud as all out doors all because you simply nicely rejected her offer.

“What do you mean no thanks? Young lady I asked you to do something.”

“And I said no thanks? What are you not getting?” You responded.

Causing a scene with the teacher you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of your anger issues start to come out. Some would say it’s spunk. But the real ones know it wasn’t anything to look at cutely.

You were quite scary.

The two of you started to bicker for about 15 minutes very loudly.

But suddenly stopped when a guy appeared in the door way dumbfounded by the two of you arguing.

“Can I help you?” Ms Deul looked away from you and to the taller boy. His hair was blonde he had a mole under his eye, many piercings on his ears, he looked almost as if he didn’t belong here quite majestic others would say.

“Uhm. Your ms Deul?” The boy looked at her. The rest of your classmates mouths were open. As if they weren’t expecting this person to be here.

“Yup that would be me. You are?”

“Nishimura Riki mam” You couldn’t help bet let your eyes linger on the boy. He was handsome but you couldn’t afford to pay attention.

Grabbing your stuff you quickly found your way out the room slightly shoving him on your way out. You couldn’t stand being there with Ms Deul any longer.

Niki didn’t know why the girl left? Shit he didn’t want to be there either but I mean who does? He was almost close to asking if she was okay. But he didn’t want to. Deciding to mind his business.

She was just Different..

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surprise!

choi yeonjun x black!singer!fem!reader.

requested by anon ♡.

in which yeonjun swings by the studio to surprise his hardworking girlfriend.

NOT PROOFREAD!

0.6k words. [643]

genre; fluff.

warnings; none,

a/n; the way I struggled to write this bro. It’s like I forgot all the words I knew. writer’s block is one hell of a beast. anyways I still like it and I hope you guys like it too.

getting ready to release new music was a tough thing to do. yeonjun knew better than any one. recording the final vocals, perfecting the songs, preparing for performances, it was all very hard work. he’d even seen a few of his members fall victim to the pressure, but he had yet to see his girlfriend, y/n fold under that pressure. what he has seen though, was her starting to lose herself in the midst of everything.

for the past few weeks he had watched her work tirelessly to get everything perfect for her next album release. and as much as he loved how passionate she was and how seriously she took her work, yeonjun was starting worry about her. he couldn’t remember the last time they had truly spent time together or the last time he had even seen her rest. he just wanted to be with her again, which is how he came up with the idea to surprise y/n at her studio.

with a bag of takeout in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other, yeonjun entered the lobby of the building as he did thousands of times before. the security guard didn’t even spare him a word as he made his way to the elevator, he had seen yeonjun enough to know exactly what he was doing there. there was no reason to ask, so the guard just greeted him with a simple nod. yeonjun returned the gesture before stepping onto the elevator and pressing the button for the 4th floor.

after a short few seconds the elevator arrived on the 4th floor. when the doors opened, yeonjun made a beeline for y/n’s studio, only relying on muscle memory to navigate the floor. after a short walk from the elevator, yeonjun had arrived in front of y/n’s studio.

he was first met with a sign written in bold black marker ink attached to the door.

“do not enter!! (unless ur yeonjun <33)” the sign read.

yeonjun smiled and shook his head in amusement.

‘even in stressful and busy times my girlfriend still found time to be the absolute cutest.’ he thought as he reached for the doorknob of the recording studio, pushing the door open slowly. he didn’t want interrupt y/n in case she was recording.

“yo! the sign says do not enter! who’s-“

yeonjun pouted as he leaned against the door way. “is that any way to greet your loving boyfriend y/n?”

y/n smiled and shot out of her rolling chair, almost falling in the process.

“jjunie!” she cheered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “what are you doing here?”

“i thought i’d come by and surprise you.” yeonjun said as he placed the flowers and takeout on the table. “I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”

“but I saw you at home yesterday.”

“you know what I mean y/n.” yeonjun huffed with a pout on his face.

y/n laughed at the childish reaction. “aw don’t be a baby! I was kidding! you know how much I love seeing your pretty face!”

yeonjun rested his hands on y/n’s hips and pressed a soft kiss against y/n’s glossy lips before responding.

“of course I know that. how could anyone resist me?” he said with a cocky tone.

y/n flicked yeonjun on the nose softly. “you’re such a weirdo.” she teased.

“well I’m your weirdo baby. so are we gonna eat this food or are you gonna flick me again?”

y/n reached up and flicked yeonjun a second time on the nose.

“both.” she grinned.

yeonjun rolled his eyes at y/n’s antics but smiled nonetheless. this is what he had been missing since y/n was so wrapped up with work and he was glad to have it back.

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[chaeros1e]

Kai’s POV:

I sigh as I take out the burnt meal I had been trying to prepare for y/n. This was our fourth date and I was planning on asking her to be my girlfriend.For our last date she had cooked and we ate at her place. I wanted to do the same thing but I had got distracted and accidentally burnt it.

I had no other choice but to order pizza. I sigh and get on the phone with the pizza place and placed my order making sure to get a side of wings knowing those were Y/N’s favorite.I remember Y/N telling me her favorite were buffalo,I sigh and text y/n

me:Make sure to wear comfy clothes please

wifey: Why?

me:I'll tell you when you get here

wifey:Okay

I go change into a pair of sweats and graphic t shirt soon I hear the door bell “Pizza delivery !”. I rush to the door paying for the food and take it to the kitchen. soon the doorbell rings. I open the door blushing at Y/N's attire.

"I-I said comfy" I say letting her in

(you can change the outfit)

"This is comfy," She says smiling, she comes in closing the door while taking her platforms off. Before she walked in she kissed my cheeks

"W-whats that for?" I ask

"Just because" She says smiling

"I kind of burnt the food" I say rubbing my neck in embarrassment

"Aww Kai" She says making me flush more in embarrassment

"I just wanted to make your favorite and I kind of got distracted so I ordered pizza and other things" I say. "Aww you’re so cute" Y/n says cupping my cheeks

"Lets eat" I say. she grabs my hand taking me to the dinning table. My table was in front of my pent house window. I bring the plates and food over to the table."Anything to drink?" I ask "Do you have any Wine?" She asks

"Uh I do" I say walking over to the wall of wine I have. I have so many bottles of wine. Usually after I win a game somebody gifts a bottle to me. I dont really drink so I just keep some for decoration. "Chardonnay or red?" I ask

"Red it makes me feel sexy when I drink it," Y/n says smiling."okay," I say grabbing the bottle and two wine glasses and bringing them back to the table."Your penthouse is so big! Do you ever get lonely?" Y/n asks taking a bite of her pizza

"Not really 'cause I'm always on the road but sometimes when I am here it does hit a little," I tell her taking a sip from my cup."Maybe when I move in you won't be lonely" She says making me choke

"M-move in?" I ask. I didn't even ask her to be my girlfriend yet! God must be on my side."Yeah," She says picking up her phone and coming around to my seat. she sits down on my lap making me blush. She grabs her cup and opens her phone.

"Lets take pictures" She says. "Okay" I Say putting my hand on the table. "You can touch me Kai" She says smiling. "O-okay" I say mentally smacking myself for stuttering so much. I rest my hand on her hip as I smile as she takes the picture. After a few more picture Y/n stays in my lap eating her food. If only she knew how she makes me feel.After we finish eating we sat on my couch with another cup of wine and talk. After an hour or so y/n started getting tired and was leaving but I had to ask her about ealier

"Hey uh, y/n about what you said earlier? Ya know...you moving in?" I ask

"What about it?" She asks as she puts her heels on

"Do you really see yourself being my girlfriend?" I ask. She looks at me with wide eyes and an embarrassed look

"I-I thought I was already your girlfriend" She says

"Ah?! you did?!" I ask

"Oh I'm so sorry you were probably so uncomfortable tonight I am so sorry" She says hiding her face in her hands. I smile and take her hands in mine.

"Its okay. I wasnt uncomfortable and I was actually thinking about asking you to be my girlfriend tonight but seeing as I screwed up dinner I didnt think you'd say yes" I say nervously

"Really?" She asks

"Really. With that being said will you be my girlfriend?" I ask. She looks at me and smile

"Of course good night Kai" She says kissing my cheek and I smile and kiss hers back

"Night Y/n" I say before closing the door

After cleaning up I get in the shower and dress for bed. I get in bed and decided to check my socials before going to sleep. The last app I decided on was Instagram I watched a few peoples stories

I smile as Y/n's came up. It was a few pictures of her in her outfit before she came over and the last one was a picture we took. She was sitting in my lap as we both smiled holding our wine glasses. She captioned it wine date wnd blurred my face out.I smile screenshotting it and sending it to the other member plus my sisters.Soon enough the group chat was going crazy. I smile at the picture and hold my phone to my chest.

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

hyuka fic coming out the 15th of this month!!!! ahhhhhh someone tell me to go fuckin write it lol

[xunolic]

haven’t done a chat in a while. would anyone like to talk? could honestly be about anything 🥰🥰☺️

[kpopcookie0813]

Hello everyone. I am writing for many different Asian Boy Groups (KPOP, JPOP, & CPOP), Asian Actors (THAI, KOREAN, CHINESE, JAPANESE), and Soloists on Tumblr so, I will be moving all of my stories from Wattpad also on here. As of now, I only have written about NCT members so my first few stories will be just NCT but if you have many more boy groups you would like to see please let me know. I will be making stories and more with the categories below. So, feel free to request anything you would like for me to write either in the comments or privately. Also, this will be AMBW stories for my BLACK QUEENS...:)))) Scenario Smuts Fluffs MTL's (Most Likely To) Reactions And more.... So, I hope you guys will enjoy this and there will be more to come. ALSO, I WILL NOT RIGHT SMUTS FOR ANY MEMBERS THAT ARE 05 LINERS AND UNDER......

[thatssodavia]

fanfic

I have not been on here in forever! This wattpad story got me in the headlock tho! I’m ready for chapter 2 man !!!🥲🫠

[neohomez]

Hello °

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I’m going to be telling you guys about me

I’m neo I’m 18 yrs old.

I love kpop so much :) my ult groups are nct dream, txt. I don’t really stan much groups but I like a lot of them. I would probaly say I focus on nct dream a lot more. My bias is haechan, renjun, yeonjun, beomgyu. I also like ENHYPEN.

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My favorite song by nct dream is posion and to my first and also ANL

Favorite food, is pizza, Alfredo. & maybe dumplings.

I’ve been stanning nct dream since DNYL

I’ve seen dream in April, they did so well. I’ve been to 3 concerts !! I’m not rich lol I wish I could go to more.

Im African American, sometimes I will make AMBW writings too.

I write smuts, cute things, and also you can also make a request im not the best at writing stories but we will get better as we practice so I will try my best to write smuts

Pronouns are she/her.

Here’s some quicker ways to find my blogs (adding more)

Nct dream texts

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