#when u stand and stare at yourself for 5 minutes before you perform :(

[selya711-twiste]

bought some sparkles and finally thought of a request i wanted to send in here, could u write male yuu and rollo lighting some kiddy fireworks together?? specifically kiddy fireworks. like those sparklers and mini fountains... thank ye kindly

Rollo Flamme x reader Yuu sneaks out of campus during the winter break to come to visit Noble Bell College again, weeks after the symposium.

hi I'm back for like 5 minutes just to accomplish this request since it's now 2023 ... I'll get back to the regular reqs as soon as this is done i just sorta wanna rush seasonal ones a bit more before the season expires ahahahaaa. ;w; dont ask me when this happens in episode 4's timeline... call it the rollo timeline...... its not the first time twst has made you question when anything is happening...

The streets of the City of Flowers remain colorful despite the thick blankets of snow that weren't there before when Yuu was here last Halloween. He holds his bag close to himself while walking downtown, looking for a certain address...

Yuu left Grim to Ramshackle and the ghosts while hoping that the winter feast Crowley had prepared for his dorm would be enough to keep him entertained.

"Are you sure you want to go by yourself?" The headmaster asked him just before he left. The Dark Mirror was prepared just for this small trip during the break. Yuu explained to Crowley that he had become close with a student from Noble Bell College during the event and he wanted to see him again. Eventually, Crowley let him go after finding out it was the student council president himself.

Yuu would surely be in good hands.

༺ ❃ ༻

Yuu places his things down as Rollo still stands nearby. What could he possibly want to show him in the middle of winter? He stares at the small items Yuu is taking out of his bag. Some are store-brought, and the rest are locally made from some stalls in the city itself.

They're small fireworks. It reminds him of the festival where the two of them first met.

"I should've known," Rollo calmly sighs and gives the other a small smile. He adjusts the scarf around his neck as his voice returns Yuu's attention to him.

"Did you think I would come here for something else?" He hands him a sparkler and wonders if Rollo was going to accept it. Fortunately, he does take it from Yuu's hand. "This city is your domain, after all."

"You should know more than anyone else how the Night Raven students may possibly still feel about me. Look at you, you didn't even bring anyone with you," he laughs lowly. Yuu doesn't attempt to argue further since he wasn't wrong. The boys back at NRC would never think of wanting to see him again, and they would have stopped Yuu from leaving.

"Can we spend time together without worrying about anyone else?"

"You're right… Pardon me," he brings his hand to his face to cover his lips with his scarf. Yuu thinks to himself that this was the winter edition of his handkerchief habit.

When they exchanged numbers last fall, Yuu was surprised he had a Magicam account at all, even if Rollo says he doesn't use it often. He thought they would be exchanging letters as soon as the symposium came to an end. Instead, they've been secretly chatting from time to time. If the others knew, they would most definitely call Rollo a red flag, so Yuu never spoke of him to others.

Rollo observes the object in his hand, a stick that has yet to be lit with regular fire. One can perform tricks with their magic wand to display the same type of light that comes out of a sparkler, but this one is readily available to anyone, mage or not. Even someone like Yuu can come to engage with such a beautiful display without endangering himself in Rollo's eyes.

Yuu places a hand in his coat pocket to fetch his lighter but thinks of asking Rollo a small question. "All it needs is a small spark, so maybe it'd be faster if you lit these up for us instead," Yuu smiles innocently. It takes Rollo out of his head, being asked to cast magic like this…

"Or not, I was just kidding," he fishes the lighter out of his hand anyway when Rollo takes it from him.

"I would, for you, but I also figured this would be nicer," he flicks it open and lights the tip of their sparklers one at a time. Yuu wonders what Rollo meant by that because it could go two ways.

Maybe he meant it would be nice for them to not use any magic at all so Yuu wouldn't feel alienated like he does in NRC, even if his schoolmates didn't intend to make him feel left out. On the other hand, it's more likely that Rollo meant that it would be a good chance for Yuu to be away from people who show off magic carelessly. Yuu doesn't know how much he's developed since.

Either way, he felt nice about the temporary feeling of being with someone normal to him. It was like he was back in his world where he was just a regular person spending New Year like he would with his friends and family back home.

Their sparklers light up and flicker right in front of them, the gold flashes standing out against the backdrop of snow. Rollo holds his sparkler still when Yuu waves his around as if he were drawing in the air.

Rollo smiles to himself and decides to mimic his movements, but he isn't as vigorous as Yuu. He's calm and composed and preferred to move his sparkler like a conductor compared to his companion. "It feels nice being with you again," Yuu smiles while drawing an infinity symbol with his sparkler.

Soon enough their fireworks go out, but to Rollo, Yuu was much brighter and more delightful to look at than their sparklers combined. "Do you have more, by any chance?" He asks as if his bag isn't wide open next to them with more kiddy fireworks.

"I got a mini fountain."

Rollo assists Yuu in helping set it up even if he said otherwise. "I'm the one who planned to meet up with you for this, and I'm fine doing it on my own, Rollo."

"You went through the trouble of traveling here all the way from your campus just to light some fireworks with me, this is one of the ways I can repay you," he answers and lights up the wick. The two of them wordlessly step back as the mini-fountain's sparks grow bigger and bigger. It's brighter than the handheld fireworks just a few minutes ago and it bursts into a tower of yellows, reds, greens, and blues. It's loud from where they're standing, but noises such as these are expected in the season.

Rollo repeats Yuu's words in his head. He hasn't expressed how much he looked forward to seeing him again as well. Academic activities tend to become heavier as winter comes until it was time for a break, and here they finally found time for one another.

Once upon a time, he spent the end of his year with someone like this as well. They had all these small and handheld fireworks and safely played with fire like they were casting magic while wishing their new years resolutions would come true.

The time one spends with others is fleeting, and moments last as long as these fireworks. Gone in a few seconds, but a beautiful explosion of colors that one can look back on with the same joy they felt in that instance.

"What are your plans for this year, Yuu?" Rollo clasps his hands together as soon as the mini-fountain slowly dies down to a more bearable volume than when it was at its peak. He looks to his side where Yuu was standing.

"Survive. How about you?"

It was such a blunt answer, and Rollo pities him after seeing the expression he made saying this.

"Well, I intend to... make it up to those I've wronged in the past, perhaps self-reflect on certain things..." How could he sound so sure yet unsure at the same time? Yuu thinks to himself this. Either way, he knows fully what Rollo meant and he admires how much he wants to change for the better. Letting go of baggage is expected on New Year, after all.

"If I'm still alive by term break, I'm thinking of coming over to visit you again to see your progress," he smiles while placing a hand over his.

"Why do you speak like you have a foot in the grave? This must be their doing. Maybe you shouldn't return to Nigh Raven College."

"Rollo!"

[luvring]

BRUH I REALLY WISH I DIDNT ASK FOR MICAH YUJIN IN ANON FKDNXKDNXK Okay anyways HIII I USED TO BE AN ANON HERE BUT NOW I HAVE AN ACC HAHA FEAR ME /j...unLESS-- OK ANYWAYS pls share that discord u talked abt!!! i wanna joinnnnn AND ALSO A PART 2 FOR MICAH OUR KING????? YES P L E A S E

— micah yujin boyfriend hcs 2

don't worry guys this one was not as long. (part 1 here !) also wow. a past anon..wow. heyy 😍 and the discord link is on the official itch.io page i think but !!

https://discord.gg/Smhppc7J :]

always sends you funny posts/videos he finds and makes sure to react to each one you send Him

^ has and will continue to send you videos where the 12 year old kid is matching initials as soulmates and you show up.

sends you pics of skrunkly (and him) basically on a daily basis. always captions it something stupid (/affectionate)

^ combining these two to discuss cat trends that you keep sending him so he goes OH THAT'S A GOOD IDEA

micah loves doing chores with you!! grocery shopping, Laundry And Taxes, etc etc. #QUALITYTIME i get it. you might not be Quick with him around but it's fun so i consider it a win

^ wants to try cooking new meals with you, especially any of your own cultural food ! if you can't cook then he Will offer to teach you

if you give him any jewelry he won't take it off (said by girl who does the same thing)

do(n't) play co-op horror games with him. will go in guns blazing then start yelling and running to you when he inevitably gets in trouble. actually pretty good when he tries but he doesn't try so what do we do now🤨

^ if you're playing a competitive team game and he's on your team,, there's a good chance micah will Sacrifice Himself very dramatically. if you sacrifice yourself he swears on your life to avenge you

would be very much (sends random text at 3am) (you respond) (wow i cant believe you're Awake?)

you must have a build-a-bear date. it is Necessary. personally i'd get sonic and tails together but you guys do you?

trying to get up in the morning w this guy...one of you is definitely not letting go and repeatedly asking for 5 more minutes until you're inevitably in bed for another hour

there's multiple times where you come home and find him hugging something of yours fast asleep. sorry. i am so sad

shakes you violently. do his makeup. sit on his lap and do his makeup. make him sit somewhere and stand in between his legs and do his makeup. do it . do i

micah is very good at knowing when he should be serious . if he knows you've had a bad day he does everything he can to make you comfortable and remind you he loves you — snacks, cuddles, watching the show you guys always watch, rambling so you can just listen, bringing skrunkly over, etc etc o(-(

currently imagining someone performing on the street, micah bowing and offering a hand, and saying "would you offer me this dance, your highness?" like i will burst into tears rn

i think when he hears an animal he repeats the sound. sorry this isn't boyfriend specific but like a bird cawing and him cawing back. meows at stray cats. you stopped walking 3 minutes ago and micah is still crouching on the ground trying to get its attention

he was not kidding about the maid dress thing. the Real trick is to show up in a matching maid dress/butler outfit. is micah frozen in place staring at you,, maybe

you know those stuffy riders. the mall animal rides. i'm not even going to finish this thought you know what you need to do.

grabs your shoulders and says smth like you're my ride or die before going on big carnival rides. like..thank you. makes some kind of competition out of it (who screams the most/least, etc etc)

^ makes little jokes about those couples in lines but would be that couple with you. "we're the exception, obviously."

have you seen that guy's abs. anyways. micah doing the push up kiss thing. you cheering him on because he "gets way stronger" when he knows his angel is there

if you dye your hair to match his/skrunkly he will explode. might cry a little idk

doesn't realize it sometimes but he stands in front of you to block the sun when it's super sunny

if you hurt yourself he kisses wherever it is. goodnight

bites u /affectionate

not to act like some old married couple or anything but he Will ask if you want to watch like, home renovation shows together. which i love btw. he gets very opinionated

uses the reversible octopus plushies

if you're sitting next to each other and micah notices you're tired he'll wordlessly pull your head to lay against his shoulder

would use one of those apps where you can send each other notes/drawings as a widget. will he write a cheesy pun or draw a penis That Is Not Up To Me

[markleesthighs]

good 4 u

pairing: guitarist/singer!y/n (fem) x badboy!jeno

genre: angst, fluff (if you squint), smut, strangers to lovers to enemies

song: good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo

a/n: mentions of cheating, breakup, depression, underaged drinking (please be safe!!) picture/GIF from @pureboyjun​

Everyone told you to watch out, everyone warned you about him, Lee Jeno. You and Jeno weren’t in the same friend group, you were as what society called an “art freak” with streaks of colors in your hair and black eyeliner. You also always kept guitar picks with you, always wanting to sneak into the music room and practice on the electric guitar. The wannabe’s compared you to an Avril Lavigne-type girl. Your best friends were also your bandmates, supportive of you and your dream, unlike your parents. You and your parents had a deal, as long as you kept good grades you could continue to play music as a “hobby.” 

You also worked at a music store, which is how you ran into Lee Jeno. He was looking for vinyl of a specific artist which happened to also be one of your favorites so you knew exactly where it was. He thanked you and you hoped that would be the last you’d see him. But he came in every day to talk to you and eventually had the courage to approach your lunch table. All your bandmates glared at Lee Jeno, knowing his reputation and his motives. Once he left they’d all trash him for trying to talk to you. 

“y/n you shouldn’t really associate with him.”

“Yeah, all of his ‘fangirls’ will tear you to shreds.”

“Jeno hits and runs, you better stop talking to him before it turns into something dangerous. You’ll only get hurt.”

You didn’t think much of their words, since Jeno wasn’t really your type anyway. There’s no way you could ever fall for him. Oh boy, were you wrong. Jeno went out of his way to swoon you in any way he could. He’d walk you home at night, visit you in the music room and at work, he’d even invite you to his lunch table where you’d be met with his other ‘bad boy’ friends. He would get you your favorite coffee, just the way you like it, and get your lunch order so you wouldn’t wait in line. All of this attention grabbed the attention of his fangirls, constantly threatening you about how “Jeno is mine!” and bullshit like that. You honestly didn’t care because you reassured them you and Jeno were not dating. 

That was until he invited you to a party, saying that you could meet his one friend that was also into music and could help you break out into the music industry. You agreed, excited to meet someone in the industry. When you arrived at the party, you met his friend who worked at Columbia Records, you bonded and everything got his contact information in hopes of getting an internship. Jeno met up with you again, asking you to repay him, in a game of fear pong (beer pong with truth or dare elements). You agreed, joining him on his team against Johnny and his girlfriend. One of the dares you guys had to do was make out for one minute or drink. You were about to drink when Jeno grabbed your face and started to make out with you. 

God, did he taste good. His lips were soft brushing against yours the taste of beer and light cigarette smoke made his lips only more addictive. Everyone watching was hooting and hollering at the two of you. Jeno licked the bottom of your lip, which you opened your mouth to let his tongue enter, causing your tongues to fight for dominance. Jeno’s ultimately dominated and touched your throat. You gave a small moan which only made Jeno kiss you harder. Johnny coughed causing you two to stop. 

“You realize you two were making out for like 5 minutes right?” Johnny laughed.

You pulled away but Jeno held on to you by your waist. 

“What can I say, Suh, she tastes really good, I wanted to savor it.”

That made you blush. You guys continued the game and you and Jeno won, out of excitement (and slight intoxication) you kissed Jeno. He looked at you in shock and you apologized before he kissed you back. Since that game, you two were attached to the hip the whole night. Jeno didn’t feel safe letting you go home so he let you sleep with him in a bedroom upstairs. When you guys were tucking in for the night he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to him. 

“y/n, I love you.”

You giggled “You’re drunk Jeno...get some rest.”

“No, I mean it.”

“You’re really funny.”

“Do you need me to prove it to you?” He spoke in a deep voice, shifting his body to hover above yours. 

“If I didn’t love you do you think I’d be feeling like this right now?” Jeno whispered into your ear. When he leaned down you felt his member rock hard against your thigh. 

“J-jeno, you’re confused, do you know what you’re doing right now?”

“If you want me to stop I’ll stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I can take care of myself in the bathroom if you don’t want to do it.”

As Jeno was moving off your body you wrapped your arms around his body to pull him back.

“N-no, stay, please.”

“Are you sure y/n, you sure you want to do this?”

“Y-yes.” Little did you know that you would regret sleeping with Lee Jeno. 

Jeno kissed your lips softly, knowing how tired you both are. You felt his member twitching with every kiss. He moved on to your neck, leaving soft kisses and a purple mark on your collarbone. He moved all the way down your stomach down to your flower. He kissed your thighs and ate you out vigorously, he was sucked down on your clit while fingering you. You were trying to hide your moans but Jeno hit your sweet spot almost every single time, causing you to not be able to contain yourself. You were tugging and pulling at his har which also caused him to moan. You were about to climax when Jeno pulled away which caused you to whine and pout. Jeno kissed your pouty lips as he pulled out a condom from the drawer (be safe kids!) and tore it open and put it on his member. 

He looked at you and asked again for your reassurance and you nodded. 

“I’ll be slow and gentle I promise.”

He slowly slid into you as you clenched around him you squeezed your eyes from the pain, he was a lot bigger than you thought. Jeno moans harmoniously along with you as he waited for you to let him move. 

“P-please m-move..”

Jeno smiled as with every thrust he kissed you, he made you feel comfortable in his arms. 

“F-faster, please...”

“What’s my name?”

“J-jeno! Please!”

“That’s daddy to you.” He said as he thrusted harder inside of you.

“Y-yes, daddy, please go faster.”

“Good girl.”

Jeno pushed harder and faster as you moaned louder and louder, finally climaxing with Jeno. Jeno removed the condom and threw it in the trash as he walked to the bathroom and cleaned you up along with a few kisses. 

“Hey Jeno?” Jeno turned to look at you.

“I love you too.”

After that night you and Jeno were going steady for a couple weeks until he ghosted you. He stopped talking to you and his friends would laugh at you or Jeno would tell you to go back to your old table. You heard their conversation as you were walking back. 

“I can’t believe Jeno got her to sleep with him.”

“Easiest fucking $100 he’s ever made.”

 When you went back to your bandmates you were broken. Endless nights of tears and suicidal thoughts swamped your mind. Why me? Why did I have to fall for his stupid trap? He only wanted me for some cheap cash huh? How can he just move on so easily? Did nothing we have mean anything? Well screw that and screw you, Lee Jeno. 

“Hey y/n?” One of your bandmates asked. 

“Battle of the bands' championship for the school is coming up, do you know what song we are going to cover?”

You looked at Jeno. “Oh, I fucking know what song we are going to sing.” 

You and your bandmates got the sheet music for good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo and practiced it until it became natural for everyone. Finally, the battle of the bands' championship occurred. It was hosted by your school to fundraise for the music program and scholarships. Before your group came up, you all huddled, and they all gave you the words of encouragement you needed to perform in front of Lee Jeno. 

“Sing it from your heart bitch.”

“Kill him with those words.”

“Make him feel like the shit head he is.”

As they hyped you up, you felt much better as you all walked out to stand on the stage. You saw Jeno in the crowd with his new supposed girlfriend. You began playing the first notes on the guitar. 

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?

You stared right into his eyes singing every lyric, letting him know what a scumbag he was for dating someone new in a few weeks when he confessed to you after he fucked your brains out. What kind of a person does that?

Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl

You raised your hand and pointed right at him and his new girl who looked like every other bitch who wanted to get with Jeno, you couldn’t compare to her, you had to show Jeno he made a mistake leaving you for $100. You wanted to make those $100 worth nothing because he left you for someone who’s only worth $1. 

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me If you ever cared to ask Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby God, I wish that I could do that

You sang you heart out to those lyrics almost feeling emotional. How could Jeno sit there with a smile on his face while you almost crying during this set. You then realized Lee Jeno is an emotionless piece of shit. But just this once, you wanted to see him cry. 

I've lost my mind, I've spent the night Cryin' on the floor of my bathroom But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it But I guess good for you

It wasn’t fair that you cried endless tears, while Jeno came to school with a smile on his face. Your eyes would be dark and baggy from all the crying and endless sleep, but he came to school happier and brighter than ever, fuck you Lee Jeno. 

It's like we never even happened Baby, what the fuck is up with that?

Everyone forgot about you and Jeno the moment he dropped you. How come everyone took his side and let this slide past everyone? Did no one care about how you felt? How humiliated you were? How can someone forget something like that?

And good for you, it's like you never even met me Remember when you swore to God I was the only Person who ever got you? Well, screw that and screw you You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do

Jeno and you became strangers, nobodies, to each other just back at square one, how did this happen? He would complain about how his friends would make fun of his music tastes and hobbies, making you think you were the only one who understood him and supported him. You wanted to make him feel guilt and shame for toying with you. 

Maybe I'm too emotional But your apathy's like a wound in salt Maybe I'm too emotional Or maybe you never cared at all

You’ve thought about how you were the problem, that Jeno didn’t want you for you. He would act reassuring when you were in bed, but once he left you, he brushed off every concern you had. He never had any feelings for you. He never cared about you. 

Before the final chorus you pulled out a picture of you and Jeno printed out on paper and one of your bandmates set it on fire. The picture of Jeno’s face starting to well up with tears when everyone in the gym started to stare at him. It was music to your ears. 

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby Like a damn sociopath

You were now crying in the last chorus not out of sadness but out of joy, finally, Lee Jeno knows what it’s like to have his heartbroken. All of the other girls and guys were screaming and singing along with you, you were jumping and high-fiving all of them, rocking out to the music. Your mascara was dripping down your cheeks and you looked emotional and powerful. 

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

As you played the last chord on your guitar everyone was cheering. You thanked everyone for the performance as your group hugged your bandmates thanking them for getting you through the performance. You turned to look at Jeno one last time to see him crying. It was beautiful. 

good 4 u, Lee Jeno. 

[sly-merlin]

killing me - 5 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : slight mention of weapons , cursing

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

     or              

                          “  curiousity got the cat hitched”

taglist :: (not tagging the old ones because they have read it already bt if u want , lemme know! )  @yiyi4657​​​​ @sorrywonwoo​​​​ @sillywinnergladiator​​​​  @suhweo​​​​ @exfolitae​​​ @minejungwoo​​​ 

{reposting because of the stupid tag problem}

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tuesday

“How’s everything doyoung?” taeyong’s deep voice echoed through the spacious basement.

“I have double checked, just in case. CCTV’s are handled, there would be no interference, like always, but -”

“But!” taeyong raised his brow at doyoung.

“You can’t deny that yuta is best with knives so why not just let him join as well?” he verbalized his opinion. Despite only doyoung speaking, it was beyond doubt that every single men in the room agreed with him. Yuta paired well with his knives and pistols, proving to be an asset for the already well packed, trained squad.

“It sounds more like you chickening out than your concern for the assignment do!” taeyong replied, giving doyoung a smug smile. Doyoug would rather fix affairs outside the business than being involved directly but taeyong loved teasing him for choosing the more sheltered option.

“When have I ever done that!” doyoung’s high pitched voice earned him few laughs from the room. “But you know-

“I’m not going to fall for your sweet tongue. Save it for others!” doyoung sighed loudly, focusing again on his holster.

“I CAN’T FIND THE SUPPLEMENTARIES” mark shouted from other side of the room addressing no one in particular. Taeil grimaced at his voice, running to join him near the cabinets he was rummaging through since forever.

“What are you missing? And don’t shout next time!”

“Aah sorry hyung. I want some magazines. Last time I fell short of them.”

Taeil nodded briefly and went on helping him in finding bullets for his personalized gun.

Everyone was getting ready for some action at the centre of gangnam. Some protection fee disagreements had led to a clash with some other faction, needing immediate action. A strike at the centre of well-protected city was never easy but that was the reason that mafia in seoul was mostly underground and well hidden. People knew what was taking place in their surroundings but no one was aware of the sources from which it materialized.

“Am I not invited?” all the heads turned towards the rather small metal door. Yuta was standing on the stairs, his body leaning forwards, supported by his hand on the upper frame of door.

“No. you are not.” taeyong said while moving his head playfully, flinging a knife back and forth to show yuta what he was missing. thrill

“Oh come on, you guys can’t go without me. They are called dagger’s troop for a reason.” he descended the stairs, making a dramatic slow entry to the room. “And to handle them, you need me. The dagger king himself!” his exaggerated hand gestures were now irritating taeyong.

“It’s a no again. And besides we have our switchblade prince so we’ll hardly need you.”

“Ten has never handled them before and you need someone experienced to wrap up quickly. He is short-

“Short and skilled who taught you to use knives in the first place, yuta. Don’t make baseless arguments. If you want to do something, then go, sit with the techies. Maybe you’ll learn some tech from min or hyuck or you can join renjun and xiaojun in the med facility. Absorb their energy and acquire some patience! You need it more than they do actually”. Everyone was now focusing on their heated convo.

“Taeyong, I agreed to your proposal that is clearly not in any way beneficial to me, so now, you have to restore me here. I’m needed and you know that!”

“You are needed indeed. But that doesn’t mean we can’t do it without you. You are useful until you are not dangerous. This is underground yuta. An apology won’t make up for something that you’d lose forever and you understand what I’m saying. So please move out.” taeyong’s stern voice echoed in the room again. Yuta wanted to argue back but the words got stuck in his throat. His hands went through his already messy hair whilst he eyed a chair with infuriation.

Glancing one last time at taeyong with his hooded eyes, he hit the chair with extreme force, leaving the room immediately. Ascending the stairs he felt too many emotions at the moment. He has never felt like an inconvenience to his own people before, his most slips ups just going unnoticed by everyone. Others, rather than being seen as a trouble appreciated the expertise he acquired here. Until specific someone decided to barge in!

*******************

Wednesday

“We should eat here more often, I’m so glad the café was full!” yugyeom and yeong nodded their heads in agreement. The three of you were sitting in the garden next to the cafeteria, eating your sandwiches. The sky was filled with grey clouds, the cool breeze brushing your skin and shirts flowing in the wind’s direction. The weather was happy and so were you all.

“Give that scarf a break y/n. it’s been two days. This combination is an eye sore!” yeong told you off earning an eye roll from you.

“It’s the 3rd day!” gyeom corrected her.

“Yaaah! Who bought you the sandwich!” you huffed at him. As you expected, yeong pinched her nose, showing how disappointed she was in you.

“Y/n. you need to start the exercise again.”

“Noooo” you whined at her, wriggling your whole body. you’d rather choose staying in the dorms than doing her fashion exercises!

“Before leaving the room in the morning, you will send me a picture of your outfit. I don’t want to do this like last time so please don’t argue. Thank you and now please remove this fashion blunder” she said everything in a honey dripping voice, reminding you of the last time when you disobeyed her same order.

Yugyeom chuckled with the sandwich still in his mouth before responding to her demand. “Leave it yeongie. The scarf is hiding her sinful deeds. I’d prefer you see her with it, not otherwise. Maybe wonwoo gave a standing ovation worthy performance this t—-aahhh! Don’t hit me doofus.” But you kept attacking him with your bag, yeong was watching you both with a dissatisfied look but it was nothing she wasn’t used to already. He tried to dodge your actions but you were tougher especially with the weapon in your hand. He was sprawled on the ground now, laughs turned into recurrent coughs. “Sorry y/n. y/n

“y/n” you both looked at each other when you heard a third voice calling your name.

You straightened yourself, visage turning jovial, neck craning to face the visitor.

Your relaxed posture stiffened at the sight of the said caller.

Yuta.

Yuta was standing there, beaming towards you. He waved at you, which you couldn’t return because of the initial shock you were in. what was he doing here. Yugyeom and yeong were also staring at the stranger.

Yuta extended his hand for you to lift you up from the ground, but you didn’t move an inch. He inclined his head a bit, questioning you silently. You took his hand to rise up. Your friends were now curiously watching the awkward exchange.

Yuta gave others a toothy smile, waving energetically at them as if they were long lost friends he just found today. And he did indeed looked like one of you. with black polo tucked in his washed jeans, blond hair down and earnings adorning his earlobes, he looked like a normal extrovert student , who could turn people into friendly puppies just with a flash of smile.

“Can I borrow y/n for a minute? I won’t take long , I promise” he blinked his eyes at them , assuring your friends that he wasn’t abducting you , which was, you guess, his first instinct, assuring people of his virtuous intentions . He took your hand and started dragging you towards the concrete path. As soon as you were out of other’s eyes, he jerked your hand away making you groan loudly.

“Why are you so rash? Don’t you have sense? What the hell are you doing here and how the fuck did you find me in this goddamnit big campus!” you growled at him.

“Stop bitching at me! I’m not Johnny or taeyong, watch you fucking tongue in front of me!” yuta fiery eyes bored into yours. The previous cheerful expression already changed into one of frustration.

“Then don’t treat me like one yuta. Simple as that! You might not be used to this, but I am not a servile flatterer.” you retorted, mirroring his aggression.

You crossed your arms against your chest, titling your head to reciprocate his look. “Now say why you are here cause unlike you, I have work to do!”

Yuta scoffed at your words, his hand graciously fixing his now messed up hair. You took this time to give him a once over. He was distracted by the wind, and you by his face. At first blush, he looked devastatingly fuckable but your self-esteem was of far more importance right now. You hated men who had no regard for women and at this point, yuta’s behaviour was fulfilling all the essentials.

“What did u mean that day when you said you’d be leaving,” he was still giving you the same stern look but his voice came surprisingly calm “what is there between you and taeyong that I’m missing?”

His question confused you. You were sure that the conversation between you and taeyong was not so classified. So maybe yuta was there just to bother you.

“See! I’m not at all obliged to answer you. So you better ask your boss. And never show up here again, unless you are called, which would obviously never happen!”

“Just answer me! I’m not here for your bloody lecture!” he tiredly blurted at you. But you were adamant so you just turned away from him.

You were about to successfully dodge him when he caught your forearm and in a flash, pulled you against himself. You were now eyeing his chest, which was soon replaced with his face. He had leaned down to face you, his eyes scanning your now alarmed expression. His eyes lowered to your chest which was stuck due to the breath you had sucked in.

“Breathe baby. I come in peace. No need to be afraid.” he said softly and you’d have believed him, if you were blind to his capabilities. You struggled to step away from him but his grip was tightening enough to bruise your arm. He found your little effort very amusing.

“At least you are entertaining hmm.” he jerked away your arm again, this time you let out an audible yelp. “I just came to check your status, nothing else” he said looking particularly nowhere.

“my what?” You asked him, rubbing your arm to soothe the stinging sensation. You were also perplexed at how he simply forgot about the previous topic.

He feigned hurt, rubbing over his chest “don’t be so hostile. I wanted to know about your status with your friends. The one you were hitting so cutely! He’s one of your friends who know everything about you right.”

“You don’t need to be so friendly. Bear with my hostile attitude coz that’s what you’ll be getting from now on.”

“At least you are acknowledging this union.” his mocking tone was nauseating you. “So when are you going to introduce me or do I have to take the initiative!”

“Stay away yuta. I’m not your laughing stock.”

“Okay, so you are not going to do it!” he gave you a once over mid-sentence. “Fine. I’ll do it by myself.” he started walking down the path to the garden your friends were sitting in. but before you could stop him, you saw both of them coming your way. You hurriedly ran over to them, passing yuta. He was seriously enjoying your distress.

“Shorty, your bag.” gyeom handed you your bag. “We have to go to class .your sandwich is in the bigger one. eat it before going to library and we are going to 67th street again. Meet you there tonight”

“No I’ll pass”

“And who is that hunk? Your secret boyfriend?” yeong questioned wiggling her brows. Before yuta could take charge of the situation, you spoke to fit it to your own mould.

“n-no. He-he’s a junior’s older brother. Just here to talk about his poor situation.”

“Okay. But he’s so your type. You can try something you know” she whispered, your eyes widening in pure horror.

“He can hear us yeong!!!” but she took a back step before you could say anything else.

“Ok bye bye. see you later. And don’t wear that scarf again or I’ll increase the time period of exercise.” she shouted. You showed a middle finger to her which was returned with a flying kiss.

“The scarf! I totally missed it!”  you rolled your eyes before facing his smirking self, his breath fanning your neck hair, his face being too close for your liking.

“You look quite fond of hickies. Just let these one disappear then I can decorate you myself.” he whispered, voice meant only for you to hear.

“Meet you on Saturday, babes. I think I’ll lose my sleep if I admired you anymore!” he whirled around leaving your fuming form behind. it was as if he was fond of having his last say in every conversation.

“These hickies would only disappear in your fucking dreams boy!” you murmured, glaring at his back.

The true intentions of his sudden appearance were masked by his fake excitement but that had struck a chord in you. You couldn’t avoid it for too long. Sooner or later, it had to be done.

starting with your roommate.

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Your vision was almost blurry for the time you spent staring at your door, takeout from her favourite restaurant dangling from your arm. Chelin was inside waiting for you. She was busy these days like any other student but you always had some tricks up your sleeve to get her to agree. Today it was her favourite authentic Chinese dumplings. You shifted from one foot to another to calm your nerves, like it was going to make any difference. You had to tell chelin and this laborious task was to be accomplished today. Now or never, you decided finally, knocking on the door.

The door opened almost instantly.

“Why do you make me walk when you have the key!” she said, pretending to be irritated at you.

You stuck your tongue at her whilst shoving the food bag in her face. Sniffing the bag, her eyes widened, sparkle adoring her black orbs and lower lip trembling to form the most stupid fake emotional look she could muster. You lifted yourself up to flick her frowned forehead playfully. Both of you broke into laughter, the room turning lively.

“What is it this time?” chelin asked you curiously, making her way to the small corner you both called kitchen. You removed your bag and shoes meanwhile.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you and talk, you know. It’s been days since we have seen each other properly.” you replied gently. Chelin was 4 years younger than you in age but only 2 years behind in classes. Her intelligence was hard to be matched. That’s why even being younger than her classmates, she was the smartest. A deadly combo of beauty with brains.

“ohh.” she returned .you reached out for the food boxes and moved to let her sit on your bed. “Now tell me what it is. This restaurant doesn’t deliver inside uni and you have to wait 45 minutes for their delivery and unless you want something-

She trailed off, wiggling her brows at you.

You have always been the most amusing subject for her psychology projects, defying everything her books said. You were suprising, yet predictable.

“I’ve got an internship” you blurted out a lie, eyes setting on the food instead of facing her.

“Nothing new in that. You get them all the time without even applying, unlike us. But what happened to your mantra, Chois or nothing!!!” she declared her surprise.

The only way to make your story credible was to avoid her eyes and occupying yourself with dumplings was the best tactic at this point.

“Yes, but I’m not going to do freelance writing anymore. It’s boring and its paid internship and not a servant service so I’ll give it a try.”

“Hmm. good. But you didn’t spend your precious money just to inform me of another shot right! So get on the point.”

You chewed the food in your mouth, before putting an end to her queries.

“Umm. I might be moving out” you said sheepishly to gauge her reaction. The dumpling which she was about to put in her mouth was now messily dipped in the sauce pot.

“You are what?”

“I’m moving out!”

“But why and where?” she straightened her back at the seriousness of your statement, the food long forgotten now.

“It’s not finalized yet” you stated shrugging your shoulders. “I want a place near the northern or eastern court complex. It’s going to be easy if I start already. And chois are also located there.”

“Which company?” while bundling your lies, you had missed this. Nervously, you picked up the chopsticks again trumping up an answer to satisfy her.

“Aah umm moon industries!”

An audible gasp escaped her mouth. She was shocked at first but regained herself in no time.

“Anything is possible if it’s you.” you knew that this would work. you were a graduate so job offers were not anything suspicious.

“you can finally have your peace.” you made an effort to lighten up a bit but chelin went quite for a moment.

“So you are leaving me. Just like that.” her voice came out as a mere whisper. You looked up to find her glossy eyes, a heaviness in her voice. You didn’t expect her to be such responsive!

“You know I hate sleeping alone.”

“don’t do this chel-

“And who would buy me ice-cream when I breakup with jay again. An- and who will remind me to change my toothbrush. My hangover pills. And moreover how are you going to make your food. Your only source of homemade food is me. You are still scared of the beeping of the bloody oven. You always eat cold takeout’s when I’m not here!” as she ranted, you felt your own legs trembling at her voice.

“Take me with you” she said abruptly making you shook your head at her. You knew she won’t be easy but you hadn’t anticipated this at all. You had to lie again, for her own sake.

“it’s not feasible chelin. I’m gonna be an hour away. but my job demands that’s why I’ll have to move out. you can’t afford living outside of campus right now. don’t make this harder, please.”

And you saw visible stream of tears leaving her eyes. You wanted nothing more than to hug her tightly and cry out your own sorrows but you couldn’t. You were not allowed to express your feelings just yet.

“Why can’t you just stay? I don’t want to live without you!”

“It’s just a year more anyway.” you tried to justify your departure.

“A full year! And that’s different. I’ll also be leaving next year but now it’s just you!”

“Move in with jay, chelin.” you suggested. “He always nags at you for refusing him. It’ll make him happy and maybe your intermittent breakups would stop as well!”

“I don’t want to”

“You do want to. It’s me who’s been holding you back till now. You just don’t want to leave my grown up ass alone.”

“No! I’ve been refusing him cause I’ll chose you over that asshole any day.” she said while rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. You both were closer than sisters. She even spent some of her vacations in the campus just so you won’t feel like a loner. She was the closest to the family you could have at this point. And no, you were not ready to let her go.

“When are you moving out?” her sniffling was now replaced with soft breathing.

“Maybe next week” you lied again.

“Are you happy?”

“Leaving you? No. I could never be. But it has to be done.”

“I hope your roommate knows how to cook. Otherwise you’ll die from takeouts. And let’s spend the week together. We’ll go shopping for new skirts. You won’t be wearing any trousers this time!” she proposed, trying to smile again.

“We are still in the same uni and you’ll find me here all the time. The internship demands weekend working hours anyway so it’s manageable.” you reasoned as an attempt to satisfy the budding questions in her mind.

“But it won’t be same”

Nothing would be same from now on! you thought.

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Saturday morning

The dreadful day came sooner than you desired. Sprawled on your bed, you looked around the small room, which has been your residence from the day you left the orphanage and that you still planned on inhabiting until the end of next year if nothing has changed but now it was better to dust it off and move on.

What were you even supposed to call it! Wedding day? Or effective date? You weren’t even sure of it being a contract or an arrangement! Maybe contract to keep your mouth shut! But it also requires a free consent that was hard to find in your current position. A legal agreement binding you with taeyong’s will or an arrangement! Arrangement to make your life easy while being driven away from the one you were somewhat content with!

You could make any assertion to console yourself.

You were alone this morning for chelin has gone to jay’s apartment. You were somewhat glad that she was gone. Moving out in her absence would be good otherwise she won’t let you go out alone with all your stuff and you weren’t ready to explain her anything yet. As per her knowledge, you were leaving next week. your all braincells were spent while satisfying her that packing a week before was just out of convenience and nothing else.

You got up from the bed to shower your worries away. Following a forty minutes of comforting bath, you opened the small closet to choose something from the clothes you were yet to pack. As if on cue, your phone made a very familiar sound.

Ping. The fine tune was now set for a very fine person.

Little shit: I can’t wait to meet you noonaaa! Please wear something white!

White! You gave your closet and packed boxes a once over. There was plenty of white but nothing white! There was a white dress –with cherry blossoms on it. Then there was skirt, with black stripes. The only thing you had in crisp white was 3 pairs of shorts and sneakers.

And you were definitely going to wear those. After all, jaemin did say something white! It’s not daily that you get to have fun with interpretation.

After contemplating for 5 minutes straight, you chose the red bell sleeved round neck crop top to wear with your white high waist denim shorts. from nowhwere were you looking like someone about to get married! But like your everyday chant- who cares!

You were brushing your hair when a sound from the phone distracted you from flattering yourself.

Johnny: are you ready?

As decided earlier, Johnny was going to pick you and your stuff from the dorm. He was more cordial than doyoung, parking the car just near the dorms.

You: yes, I am.

Johnny: good. Let me in.

And you did. But instead of one, there were two of them. You looked curiously at the shorter men who was glancing you up and down.

“He’s ten. And ten this is y/n.” the said guy waved, giving a sweet smile.

“Hi!”

“So how many boxes do you have?” Johnny asked looking around the tiny space.

“7 in total.” you started explaining. “Two boxes of shoes and clothes each. And other one for the accessories and random stuff. One medium sized luggage of my books. I have yet to pack some clothes from the closet and my desk space needs to be cleaned up as well. So I think it’ll take about 30 minutes to do everything.” you finished.

“Only 2 boxes of clothes?” ten asked, a look of judgement all over his face.

“Yup. I’ll take winter clothes afterwards. My roommate is going to keep them so I’ll collect them later and 3 boxes! I’ve yet to fill one.”

“Aah ok. Let’s do it then.” that being said you showed Johnny the side of the little hallway where you had placed your plastic boxes.

“Johnny, please be careful. The boxes are all rented and keeping upside down would ruin the shoe package. Just a li-“ you stopped midway when Johnny started giggling at your distressed tone.

“Don’t worry. Just pack the other stuff.”

You nodded and started with the packing. The closet was clear of your belongings. The only place left was your desk. You crowded your backpack with laptop, chargers and other stationaries that you kept out as an act to cover from chelin.

Johnny and ten made several trips up and down and finally after about forty minutes, you were finally done.

“Shall we go?” ten asked you. You didn’t reply instead choosing to walk outside silently.

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You reached the destination in about 40 minutes. The area had a different ambiance than the city side. It was not secluded but wasn’t crowded either. The house looked more like a closed off architectural 2 storey building, giving a “enter with caution” feels.

You only took your phone with you as you were going to the new place in few hours anyway.

As you entered, déjà vu took over your senses. The couch in the hallway was jam-packed just like the last time. And if it was not enough, you saw few younger boys coming down the stairs from other side of the hallway. And one of them was too hard to miss.

“Noonaaa” jaemin ran down the remaining stairs coming to stand in front of you. He gave you an electric smile, your own lips curving upwards.

“I told you to wear white!? He whined at your choice of clothing.

You visibly rolled your eyes at him. “And this is white! The shorts and shoes are crisp white. What else do you want?” as much as you wanted to be polite but your nature didn’t allow you to take offense.

“Ok ok fine. I only saw red. This’ll also do. You look good.” he stated, eyeing your sleeves.

“Come inside.” he took your hand, swiftly moving you towards the centre of hall. Once he left your hand, you bowed a little in greeting, hoping you won’t have to do that again and again.

Johnny had told you the other day that few of them were older than you including him, yuta and taeyong. So you had to greet them with respect. you were a women with manners!

“No need for formality y/n. just sit down.” taeyong also descended from the same stairs. You sat at the only unoccupied chair in the room whereas taeyong sat on the arm of the bigger sofa.

“You got everything?” you nodded at his question.

“Ok then. Yuta is arriving in few minutes. Until then if you want, you can go explore the house.”

You shook your head at him. You were sure everyone could tell how apprehensive you were being. A roomful of boys was staring at you like hawks. It was confirmed to you by now that you were only girl in this house. You were fiddling with hands, crossing and uncrossing your legs to make yourself more comfortable but your fidgeting only made others awkward as well.

“Stop making her nervous!” Kun’s voice reached your ears before you could see him. It looked like he came from outside. At the lack of seat, he made a beeline for the space you were filling , sitting at the arm of your sofa. Maybe it’s a habit, you thought.

“I knew you were coming, so I made a special meal for you. Jaemin helped a lot though.” at your mere bob as an answer, kun realised that he couldn’t do anything to make you feel any better. the immensity of the setting was far more on your conscious than others.

“noona , this is jisung and chenle, you didn’t meet them right!” you saw two boys whom jaemin was dragging to stand in front of you. they looked quite younger than the other ones. their charming smiles directed at you finally turned your stoic expression to mirror theirs.

your little interaction was interrupted by light footsteps on the marble floor.

“Were you all waiting for me?” yuta’s voice resonated in the silent room. “why couldn’t you complete this mission in my absence taeyong. It’s not like you don’t have substitute!” he sneered at his leader, looking around to find a seat.

jungwoo got up from his seat, motioning yuta to sit.

“I have to be somewhere else, so the sooner we start, the sooner we’ll get it over with!” yuta offered. taeyong nodded at him, directing doyoung to get something from inside.

doyoung went away and came back with a bundle of files. he opened a file and placed it in front of you.

“you can read it first. i completed the registration forms, your bio data is filled. just check for any misinformation. there was no poof of your permanent residential address so jaehyun got exception for you because you are a student. but you both might need to visit district office as they won’t grant exemption from appearance.” doyoung pointed everything and explained it to you.

the papers were legitimate, you bio data including your identity number, parents name , everything was correct. the only astonishing thing was the name of your legal representative. you thought I’d be doyoung but you were wrong.

through counsel,

jeong jaehyun.

your fingers lingered on his name. it was not possible as johnny told you he was just about same age as you. you looked at doyoung with a raised brow.

“jae was chosen by our own company so he started working under taeyong immediately after graduation” doyoung mumbled and you snorted at his statement. obviously , he had it easy!

“where do I have to sign?” you asked in a small voice.

and you scribbled right where he marked.

he passed the papers to yuta.

with a frown on his face, yuta also did the same. throwing the papers in doyoung’s face, he rose up from his seat, turning towards the door.

“wait yuta” taeyong’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“what do you want now. do I have to kiss her?” his questioned carried a mocking tone, making you straighten your back. you were just as disgusted at the thought as was him. but you were not throwing tantrums like him.

“the rings. you have to make it believable right” taeyong extracted a velvet rectangular box from his pocket, placing it on the table. he signalled you to open it.

you reached out for the purple box. inside it were two platinum bands with a single diamond shining right in the centre. they were beautiful but meaningless.

“your hand yuta. why do I have to tell you everything?” yuta scoffed at him and snatched the box from your hand, pulling your arm in the way.

he took out both bands, tossing the box in taeyong’s lap. he wore the one meant for him, in his left finger and grabbed your hand to put the ring on. you flinched a little at the force but he didn’t seem to give a shit about you felt.

“oh the ring is loose.”he commented at the band being not of your size. you jerked away your hand to remove the ring, instead placing it in your forefinger.

“you are not supposed to have what isn’t yours baby!” he remarked slyly before modelling his way out. his mouth was acidic, that you were sure by now.

“CONGRATULATIONS ON THE WEDDING MRS. NAKAMOTO!”

and yuta’s words kept ringing even when he was gone. mechanically, your hands were balled into fists, anger rising. you were not feeling bitter at his words for didn’t expect anything better from him. but he shouldn’t have attacked your dignity in front of strangers.

only five minutes had passed and you were already encumbered with the weight of the ornament!

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hourglass | lee jeno

▸angst, fluff i guess??

▸ summary: sometimes, love just ain’t enough.

▸ WARNING: eating disorder, depression, body dysmorphia, starvation. if any of the above triggers you or if you are not comfortable, please refrain from reading the story. 

All your life, you never really cared about your weight. As an engineering student and a part-time musical theatre actor, you never had the reason to be conscious of your body. Engineering required only your brain; no one cared what you wore or what you looked like in class. Musical theatre didn’t have as much standards for appearance than it does with vocals. Your body wasn’t that bad anyway. You were considered skinny by some and many grew envy about how you could eat so much and not gain a pound immediately. However, your perception of your body changed the day you started dating Lee Jeno.

You met Jeno when his company’s CEO decided to treat its artists with tickets to a Wicked show. You got the greatest opportunity of playing Elphaba; with your impeccable vocal talent, it wasn’t an effort to grace the stage and awe the audience. Your production always valued you not only because of your talent, but also because of your warm personality. You first made eye contact with Jeno when his company’s CEO took them backstage to meet the cast after the show. You had time to talk for a while as the CEO became deep in dialogue with the show’s director. It was Taeil who first initiated a conversation with you as the others, especially the youngsters, were too shy to start a conversation with anyone. As everyone warmed up with the other casts, you never failed to notice how Jeno was love-struck with you.

“Wow, your voice is defying the laws of gravity,” another member, Johnny, said to you.

You blushed and shook off the compliment. “Thank you so much. That meant so much to me.”

Everyone scurried off to different areas on the backstage. You were caught off-guard when one of the younger members, Jeno, talked beside you.

“How long have you been performing?” He asked.

“Only just for a year. I wasn’t planning on making this long-term. I only wanted to play a few shows here and there.” You explained. “but, I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity of being Elphaba.”

“That was one of the greatest performance I’ve seen in so long.” He said. “I actually really enjoy musical theatre.”

“Really?” You asked, shocked by his confession. “What’s your favorite musical?”

“It used to be Cats,” He said, smiling shyly. “But I think know it’s Wicked.”

“Oh please,” You chuckled. “Cats is a really good show.”

He looked at you, laughing shyly. “Do you like frozen yogurt?”

“I like frozen yogurt,” You smiled.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself going on secret dates with the heartthrob. You would bond over coffee, books, and broadway musicals. You never knew he liked musicals. There would days where he would help you practice songs for your next show and you would watch him practice a choreography for a comeback. You both found the one thing that kept you closer and closer: the love for performing.

“Seeing the happy faces of my fans is one thing,” He started, staring off into the night. “But the look on my parents’ as they say how proud they are of me, is what keeps me going.”

You stared at his side profile and swallowed a lump in your throat. “They have every reason to be proud of you.”

He turned his head to meet your eyes. His eyes lingered on yours for a while before looking down at your lips. You blushed at the feeling he had over you.

“You’re really pretty.” He started. The statement took you by surprise. Not a lot of people tell you that you’re pretty but, if it comes from Jeno, any other doesn’t matter anymore.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” You chuckled. You’re not lying. Jeno has the looks that could make anyone wrapped around his fingers. “I feel like I don’t deserve to be under your gaze.”

“Of course you deserve to be looked at.” He said, more seriously this time. “I could build a gallery of you but that would give me more competitors so, I won’t do that.”

“Jeno, if you wanna kiss me, just do it.” You said. You wanted to punch yourself for what you just said. Normally, you would freak out and leave from embarrassment. But now, you held your gaze stronger. You had no idea where the courage came from.

And he did. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered. It didn’t end there. Later that night, he showed you how beautiful you are.

Sometimes, he would sneak out, with a member or two, to watch one of your shows. He would stare in awe at how people give you their applause. As the spotlight shine down on you, it was like he was seeing a goddess grace everyone with her beauty.

“Dude, if you don’t ask her out, I’m really gonna do it,” His friend, Jaemin, announced beside him.

“I already beat you into it, punk.” He responded boastfully. The shocked look on his friend’s face made him laugh.

Your peaceful relationship was cut short when his boss found out about the thing going on between you two. To say you were shocked by his calm and accepting nature would be an understatement. His company approved of your relationship. It was like the stars have aligned just for the both of you. The news broke out and spread like wildfire on the internet that night. You were too busy rejoicing with your lover that you failed to notice the threats and harsh comments of furious fans until the next morning.

You were supposed to wake up with the bird chirping and the sun shining just for you. However, you found yourself with an unfamiliar feeling in your gut. It was as if you were scared to do anything and go outside. You knew how ugly criticism from fans could be. You understood that many would not approve of your relationship but you accepted that. His company accepted the relationship and his future in NCT is not affected. At the end of the day, the comments would just float around the internet and disappear before you know it.

“You can block off the comments, you know,” He said.

“Yeah, but I think criticism can always help me improve,” You said. You didn’t want him to hate his fans.

“Those aren’t criticisms, Y/N” He replied. “Those are bashful comments.”

“It’s okay, Jeno.” You smiled, pecking his lips. “I can manage.”

 --

Outfits are an important part in musical theatre. They distinguish which character is which, even if the actor is an understudy. You were casted as Regina George in the musical remake of the hit movie, Mean Girls. The director and costume head requested you wear a crop top and skirt for the role and you said yes; after all, you liked really girly outfits. You were looking over your closet and picked out items that might fit the role. You tried on an outfit that you think was a good combination. You looked at yourself in the mirror and felt a slight wave of worry come across your chest. Jeno’s fans might see your show. What would they think if they saw your body was no match to any female idol that Jeno has interacted with? You walked over to your phone and searched up healthy diets for a good figure.

 --

Jeno had a day off and he wanted to see you practice your songs. You both sat at the couch of your small apartment with lyrics sheet in front of you.

“I wanna have pizza for lunch. What kind do you want?” He asked, fishing his phone out of his pocket to order.

“Oh nothing, I’m kinda watching my figure.” You said, looking down to avoid his eyes. You’re still not comfortable in telling people about your diet, especially to Jeno.

“Are you sure? You can burn those off in work outs anyway.” he said, concern washing over his eyes. It worried him that you weren’t eating. Food was one of the things you both bonded over. You had a fancy palette. He thought it was best to trust in you for now.

“I promise. Olivia makes very good hearty meals. I will eat dinner later.” You said.

With so much going on between theatre and your college life, there is only so much you could do in your free time. Working out would take so much of time and with deadlines as the semester is ending, you couldn’t find any time for it. So, you resulted in skipping meals. You only had two more weeks until the Mean Girls show. You just had to make sure your stomach was flat till the end of the production.

“Do you think my cheeks are too full?” You said to Jeno, squishing your face in front of the mirror.

“I think they suit you.” He said before pinching your cheeks. “It’s also really fun to squish.”

“Ouch,” You chuckled before playfully slapping his wrists away.

“You don’t have to worry about them.” He said, wrapping his arms around you. “They make you who you are.”

“That’s very cheesy, babe,” You said while chuckling.

“Y/N, you don’t have to change because other people wants you to.” He replied, more serious this time. “I’ll make sure you believe that you’re the prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.”

 --

You were stuck with a question on your Physics quiz. You hadn’t eaten anything since you woke up. While you were standing in front of your mirror, you liked how flat your stomach was. The first show happens tomorrow night and you planned on keeping your body that way until then. The lack of food in your system resulted in your brain not working well. You spent many sleepless nights studying for Physics. Usually, you would have solved this problem in under 5 minutes but right now, you only had a minute left in your quiz and you just can’t seem to figure out what to do. On top of that, you were feeling very light-headed. The ding of your professor’s alarm struck a sharp pain from your ears to your head. You winced as you struggled to stand up. Your seatmate looked over to you, checking if you were okay but you smiled it off. You also regretted telling Jeno about your stupid diet because all he did was bug you if you ate already.

jenobear [11:34 am]: babeee, did u eat already??

jenobear [11:34 am]: oops i forgot u have ur quiz. good luck, love <333

jenobear [11:35 am]: make sure u eat, ok?? I love you.

You sighed and typed out an answer. You said you already ate. You hated lying to him but him being overseas made it easier for you somehow. The night of the show came at last. You sat backstage as Olivia helped you with your hair.

“You look pale. Are you okay?” She asked, concerned.

“Yeah, just a bit light-headed.” You replied. “It’s not like I haven’t performed with a headache before.”

“Okay, sure,” She sighed. She knew you too well. You didn’t like to be bugged with questions, especially if you’re preparing for a show. “Wanna eat at that new wings place? Heard it’s really good.”

“Sure, I could need some wings after the show.” You replied. All you needed was to be in shape for a few hours.

The crowd roared their applause as you, and the other casts, bowed as the show reached its end. You felt a migraine creep up your head and you knew its because you haven’t consumed as much food as you needed to lately. It also felt weird that it made you a bit nauseous when your eyes met the spotlight. You were glad bottles of water is all around the backstage. You picked up your phone and smiled to see messages from Jeno and the other members as well.

jenobear [9:30 pm]: never not proud of you. congrats on your show, love. <3

Lee Haechan [9:45 pm]: Y/N!!! Congrats on your show. I’m sure it’s amazing!

Kim Doyoung [9:50 pm]: Sorry I wasn’t able to go, Y/N. I’m sure you did great tonight, Regina George :)

You smiled and thanked them. You decided you wanted to call Jeno but a notification from a social media site distracted you. One of Jeno’s fans came to see the show and posted pictures of you with the caption “Y/N is very talented! I hope to see more of her shows soon~~” You blushed at the compliment. You know you shouldn’t have but you looked at the replies under the post. Your heart fluttered at the sweet compliments. You thought maybe dating an idol isn’t so bad after all. Over the sea of praise come a harsh comment that caught your eye. “I’m sure her vocals are amazing but she should work on her body.” , “Regina George wouldn’t have a match stick figure.” , “she’s kinda bloated. If only she worked on her love handles, I would like her.” You felt a sickly feeling to your stomach. You took each and every word to heart. You scrolled back up to look at the picture the original poster took. You zoomed in on your body and saw what they were talking about. The girls who played Gretchen and Karen, your character’s fellow mean girls, had Barbie doll bodies. Their curves hit at the right places and they had slim legs. You knew that you shouldn’t let this affect you. You have talent, you have personality. But, you also wanted Jeno’s fans to like you. That led you to texting Olivia to cancel your chicken wings plan.

 --

You prepped yourself to see Jeno again after 2 months. He had schedule after schedule and his team went overseas for at least 2 weeks. You limit your diet to soy milk and water. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you could see the changes. Jeno would definitely notice as well but, you liked how you looked. Your jawline was prominent, your waist was thinner, and even your legs got slimmer. It wasn’t easy slipping out of Olivia’s invites for take out and dinner but you managed, somehow. You started to notice how concerned she got each day, especially this morning.

“I grabbed you breakfast, it’s an omurice.” she said, with a warm smile.

“I can’t eat rice, I’m watching my weight.” You said, slurping down the soy milk.

“Since when did you care about your weight?” She asked.

“Since I realized that my body wasn’t in the right shape.” You made sure none of the words came out as bitter or else, she will suspect something was wrong. She didn’t stop bugging you and it started to make you cranky so you just gave in. After consuming the omurice, you couldn’t deny that you felt better. But the guilt started kicking in and the next thing you know, you’re sticking two fingers down your throat in an attempt to vomit what you just consumed. You stared at the mess on the sink and that’s when you knew something was wrong.

 --

“I missed you so much,” Jeno said, as he held you close to his body.

“How are you, my favorite boy?” You stared lovingly to his eyes.

“A bit tired,” He said, taking off his cap and fixing his hair. “But I slept the whole flight.”

“Do you want to just chill here?” You asked. Everyone in the door went to see a movie with the older members. Jeno and Jisung chose to stay behind since they had plans. He snuggled closer to your body. He noticed how your body didn’t feel familiar. He could definitely tell that you were losing weight.

“I am a bit hungry though,” He responded. He wanted to see you eat. It worried him to the core about thin you were looking lately. It wasn’t obvious when you two would FaceTime but it was more apparent in person. He felt you shift slightly at his response. He spoke before you could. “Have you been trying to lose weight?”

“I just wanted to be more fit.” You said, your heart beating faster each time you lie. “I’m working out.”

As someone who works out to maintain his body, Jeno knew well that your body wasn’t a result of working out. But as someone who cares about their appearance, Jeno also knew that he shouldn’t jump into major conclusions yet. He knew how horrible the talk about weight is and he didn’t want to put you through it. Besides, he knew you and he knows that you wouldn’t lie to him.

You felt conflicted as you noticed that Jeno was becoming concerned about how thin you got. To make him believe that you were well, you agreed in eating take-out with him for lunch. You know what to do after, anyway. As you wait for him to finish showering, you decided to check your social media accounts. You tapped on instagram to replied to a comment Olivia wrote on your new post. You laughed silently at how your friends gave funny compliments. Your eyes browsed through the comment sections. Normally, it would be filled with comments about your face, body, and how you didn’t deserve Jeno. This time, it was filled with compliments about how great you look. “I wish I had her body :(“, “Body goals oh my god”, “SKINNY LEGEND QUEEN”. You felt your cheeks blush at the compliments. You realized that the thinner you got, the more you got full of praise. You intend to keep it that way.

 --

Jeno scrolled through his twitter feed and saw an article from a k-pop news page. It was an article about your drastic weight loss. He looked at the pictures included in the article. There were pictures of you from months ago with your old body. Jeno reminisced the first time you met. You looked healthy and happy. You didn’t have the curviest figure, but you were healthy. Following the old pictures were recent pictures of you, both from your recent social media posts and pictures from fans during your latest theatre shows. Your ribs were more prominent and it created a tidal wave of concern to wash over Jeno. He didn’t realize how much he missed the old you. The one who was never scared to try different food. Now, it was like every time he asked you to eat with him, you always refuse. But, he was too kind to base a fight over your appearance.

 --

You sat across the couch with Olivia. You two decided to watch the latest season of The Office.

“Wait, let me use the bathroom for a while” She announced. While she did her business, a phone on the coffee table in front of you lit up. Your phone was laid beside hers so you looked over to see it was her phone that had the notification. What you didn’t expect was who sent her the message.

You have one new message from Lee Jeno.

You didn’t know what to think. It would be immature of you to accuse them of being unfaithful when you don’t know what the message contained. But why would she text him? Why would he text her? As in on cue, Olivia came back from the bathroom.

“Uhm, Liv” You started. “Why are you texting Jeno?”

She stared at you. She knew what you would think but she promised Jeno she wouldn’t tell you about what they were talking about.

“Oh, you know what?” You said suddenly. “It doesn’t matter. You two can be friends and I trust both of you.” You tried so hard not to sound jealous because you weren’t. Olivia is like a sister to you.

You knew well that she wouldn’t betray you like that. She smiled slightly and offered you the popcorn. You shook your head and she snapped.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Y/N” She said. You were caught off guard by her outburst. “You wanna know why I’m texting Jeno?”

You gulped, maybe you don’t want to know why. You changed so much of yourself to please him, his fans, and his management. If they betrayed you like this, you wouldn’t know what to do.

“You’re starving yourself, haven’t you?” She asked, her eyes burning holes into your skull.

“I-I’m not…” You stuttered. You thought you were good at lying but apparently, you’re not.

“Really?” She said. “Ever since you started dating Jeno, all you cared about was your weight. We don’t eat out anymore. We don’t cook anymore. What bothered you? Is it him? Is it the fans?”

You know you could never blame anyone, but yourself. It wasn’t their fault you turned out this way. It was one thing to hear about your weight loss from concerned fans, but it was another when it’s coming out of your best friend’s mouth. You didn’t realize that tears were falling out. The moment Olivia wrapped her arms around you, everything collapsed. All the pressure, the frustration that built up inside of you for so long. The urge of wanting to eat, to feel what it was like to taste again. The anger you felt for yourself for letting it become this bad. It all collapsed and fell from your eyes.

 --

“Here, there isn’t a lot of sugar in that,” Jeno offered you some cookies. You decided to visit him in the recording studio. You were doing so well. You decided to enrol yourself in a support group, as well, and you’ve never missed a single meeting. But you knew you were only forcing it. You saw Olivia and Jeno cry over your situation. It was unfair that you bring them into your mess. Maybe if you say you’re fine loud enough, you’ll believe it.

“I’m proud of you.” His eyes sparkled as he said those word to you.

“I love you.” You responded, before leaning in for his lips.

It took everything in Jeno to let you know how much he loves you. By the way his lips merge with yours and how his hands worshiped every crevice of your body. Each touch symbolizes that you are the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. You knew that; but, you wish you could believe it. With every praise that heat your cheeks, comes a wave of hate that consumes it all. Will a beautiful body make it all better for you?  

You hurried to your bathroom the second you got home. Olivia was out to her boyfriend’s night, leaving you alone with your habits. As your fingers hit the spot on your throat, you felt the hot bile rise from your stomach. It burned and left a sour taste to the back of your mouth; and you loved it. You missed the sensation of your stomach being empty. You never knew how much you liked the feeling of being empty until you felt it again.

 --

“Am I not enough for you” Jeno spoke, his eyes attached to his hands that are clasped in front of him.

“What are you saying, babe?” You asked. You tried to see where this was going. You made you sure every lie that came out of your mouth was believable; why is he saying those things?

“I try so hard to make sure everything I do for you is enough,” He said. It was obvious in his demeanor that he was tired. “I worry about you all the time. The members try so hard to cover up for me every time I needed to tend to you.”

You chuckled, “So what is this? You’re telling me I’m a pity party?”

“No,” He shook his head, not believing the attitude you’re giving him. Frustration was starting to let itself be known on his features. “What else could you possibly want? I give you love, I give you space. I get tired as well, you know.”

That’s when it dawned on you. Love is not enough. Love won’t come magically and heal everything. Jeno could give you all the love in the world but it won’t be the remedy. Love doesn’t fix everything. You can’t just go up to a broken person and expect romance would suddenly want them to dance on their grave. It doesn’t work that way. You never had the courage to tell him that. In retrospect, you wish you had it in you to say it.

“You’re enough for me, Jeno.” You said quitely. You didn’t know what else to say. All this time, you never blamed him. But here he is now, throwing it all back at you. You still won’t blame him though, he doesn’t know what it feels like; you’re glad he doesn’t know how it feels like.

“I don’t know how to help you if you can’t help yourself.” He said, sighing as if he has given up. Maybe he has given up. The people who left you before has taught you to swallow every plead to make them stay. That’s the only think you could stomach to swallow right now - the words to make him fight a little longer. You didn’t know how much long it would be for you to be okay, or if you could actually be okay. But, you knew better than to run after others when you can’t even stand for yourself. Some nights, you feel yourself drown in cold sweat. Your body felt like it could give up on you any minute. You laid still and wait; but it never came. You wondered how much longer.

Jeno has a bright future ahead of him. The news of him being single again gave him new schedules that would give him exposure to different opportunities. He didn’t regret leaving. He still occasionally see your musical shows just to check how you are. You will never know this but he hopes it’s always sunny wherever you are.

a/n: i hope you liked this. this hit close to home. i would like to remind you that if you are experiencing symptoms of any mental illness, please check with a professional. mental health is a topic that i hold deeply in my heart since i have experience from mental illnesses. i would also like to remind everyone to always be kind to others - whether it would be our friends, people we don’t like, and even idols. let’s not contribute to anything that could affect them negatively. as always, feedback and requests are always appreciated. love u all <33

[writingiyuu]

kamaboko squad w. lazy!strong! s.o hcs 🔥⚡🐗

requested by @gaukhar-ghost

this all happened at the battle against the lower moon 5 and his family 🕷🕷🕸🕸

I tried to create these scenes so male and female can be (y/n) ^_^

T A N J I R O

tanjiro could not move. the threads of the lower moon 5 is coming in hot and he just used all his final energy on performing the hinokami kagura dance. not only that, nezuko was exhausted to the fact that she would not move. Tanjiro thought, was this the end? Would I never get to say "I love you" to (y/n) again?

tanjiro had told you to stay at a safe spot since you whined about going into such a dirty and dark forest which already smells bad from standing near it. he allowed you to stay outside so that you would not feel uncomfortable and would stay safe. but at this point, that ongoing 6th sense you were born with, otherwise as tanjiro would say, gifted with, awas shaking like mad and would not keep still. this worried you alot. like ALOT. you could not put your finger onto, and therefore, you reluctantly dashed into the forest and used your senses and instincts to guide where your lover is.

you could not believe your eyes upon your arrival, the threads was coming in hot at tanjiro, he looked so exhausted at this point. you had to keep your cool and slack-ish mood on. doing your best, eyes half lidded, you tired to make a smooth entrance, which you quite successfully performed.

"breath of ( ), first form:( )"

using your breath, you cool glided through the air as if stepping on invisible platforms before coming down and slicing all the threads with built up momentum in a heartbeat.

"what the-" the spider demon was shocked. he could not sense your presence, it was so calm and stoic he could sense no malicious intent. at least not until you showed up in front of him.

you looked at him through your (e/c) eyes, smirked, before using Breath of ( ), Third form: ( ), which diced his neck so small he could fill half a rice bowl with it.

Tanjiro glanced at you through tired eyes, but inside he was pounding with awe. the (y/n) who does not move an inch in missions just saved him? not only that she used such unique breaths ! "never judge a book by its cover" huh? before he collapse into deep slumber.

Z E N I T S U

Zenitsu followed behind you. Your movements were slow already and your lover followed even slower, into the deep dark forest fearfully. you tried to keep your composure calm and collected but it was nearly getting overthrown by either zenitsu's crying; annoyance otherwise the spiders which seems to be roaming around with a strange pattern; fear.

while you were noting down all these minute details, you heard an "ouch!" which nearly made you jump. a faint squeak was produced from you but zenitsu did not hear it as he was still screaming and crying. "pipe down Zen.. I'm only hear to accompany you not fight. as soon as you kill this demon we're getting out of this shitty, smelly-"

another ear piercing scream was produced by your lover. you were about to throw a punch at him when you looked at the direction he was looking and saw probably, the last thing you would ever want to see in this forest: a spider with a human head, bald and nearly the size of zenitsu's chest (heh)

*time skip to after the damned you story demon explained how zenitsu would turn into a spider and turn from dumb to dumber*

zenitsu could sense, or should I say,hear a sound coming from you which sounded like nails scratching on chalkboard. it was clear to him, that your patience has already been completely wiped out. Your face does not show it but internally, you were blazing with an anger like never before. you could only think of these few thoughts which continuously circulated within you:

how, how DARE thay demon. touch zenitsu. that filthy demon, smelling like shit and has a horrible attitude, targeted your lover and not you?

Your priority was zenitsu first and then you yourself. that's why whenever some thing targets zenitsu first, you would not have the patience to deal with it. before zenitsu could react and tell you to calm down, and say that it was going to be alright, you quietly said, while changing your aura from a constant calm, to an abrupt anger.

"breath of ( ), fifth form: ( ). Your movements were so swift and light at the same time. it cut through the demon when the demon could not even blink. the demon did not see or sense it coming, somehow. it was like a small breeze coming at his face. it felt so light and soothing. yet, it cut his neck without him noticing. small yet deadly.

while the demon was cursing, why he could not kill a midget like you, you mustered all your strength to lift zenitsu and carried him to find the kakushi and asking zenitsu to hear them at the same time. at least, not before you diced the demon's head to shut it up.

zenitsu started at you with shocked. (y/n) who does not really move and is always against getting her sword dirty just saved him. he stared at your back-to-stoic demeanour. he could only hear a peaceful sound coming from you as you carried him into the forest looking for kakushi or any pillars which can cure his hopeless little self.

I N O S U K E

As tanjiro got flunged away by the huge spider demon, also known as "dad", you had gone through the pros and cons. firstly, the fact that tanjiro got swung away meant you have one less person to look after. however, you just lost a manpower in the group..! you were quite in a lost. usually, tanjiro and inosuke would be fighting together but this time its just you and him. you and your lover: inosuke ..

now's not the time for that! you mentally scolded yourself. the moment you looked up, the demon was ready to come down with blow you skwre could bust your skull, your eyeballs squirt and your teeth fly out. if not for inosuke, who pushed you away as you tumbled onto the water with a splashed and your entire haori and hair drenched. you watched as the blow which could be hit you smashed on your love's back. here was no snap, thanks to him being a rough mountain boy, but however, inosuke's movements are stunned and were slower.

without resting, your lover turned around and tired to deliver a blow on the bastard Damon's head. he sliced it just by a little before the demon ran off cowardly into the forest and away from the lake you guy just battled on.

time skip to the moment where you guys found the demon. it was shedding it's skin. it was not only unsightly, it tried to kill you again. not that you'd mind though, as long as it does not go for inosuke and could buy him time to recover and deliver a blow on the damned spider demon-

again. inosuke pushed you away and the demon grabbed inosuke's head tightly.

"RUN..!" you could be sworn you saw his life flashing through his masked eyes. from the moment he was born to the moment he met you. why was he trying so hard to play hero? you thought. no. why, were you so unable to move. why? stop being a sloth and be who you really are.

at this point you were not having it. one thought led to another, " Breath of ( )! Third form:( )!"your blade moved so quickly and because you jumped from a tree which built up momentum while you were coming down with a blow, which completely sliced through the tough demon's head and through the neck, splitting the neck and head in half vertically.

before inosuke reached the ground, you caught him mid air while landing a step on the demon's corpse. inosuke was shocked. his (y/n) who never liked moving around and always moved slowly just killed a demon which he tried oh so hard to kill. he was amazed. you swore you could sense fuwa fuwa emotions from your man. but nevertheless, you made anmentsl note to always stay on alert so as to keep your lover from danger.

[201119 @writingiyuu]

[burnedbyshoto]

Ashido Mina

a/n: so, here’s to the start of my event! sfw is above the cut, nsfw is below it! I’m having a lot of fun with these and I hope you all enjoy :D

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Super affectionate with you. You need a hug, a kiss??? Mina will provide everything needed

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Come out of nowhere and hug her from behind, or plan something super romantic and spontaneous, she’s such a romantic that the more cliche the better

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Mina loves being the big spoon because she loves to bury her nose into your hair. She will cuddle with you whenever you please honesty

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

She wants nothing more than to win a dancing competition with you, or at the very least join one with you

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

A lot of effort, she’s the type to date intending on marrying who she’s marrying so, you better treat her right

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

She will get a big blanket and roll you up and just hold you, you’re a burrito baby now

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

she is the type to give you over the top things. think of jim’s present to pam during christmas before they got together… yeah, pretty intimate and intense but something you’ll love.

mina loves a gift in return and she especially loves gifts where she gets to do thinking’s with you!

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

hugging all the time!!! she loves touching you!!!

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

a total romantic, everything she does for you is done with hearts in her eyes, and she has no issues with prodcasting such love

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

while not one too typical to get jealous because she trusts in you, when she gets jealous know she gets touchy. like stand behind you with her mouth to your neck touchy.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

minas kisses are super gentle and sweet, she’s not the best kisser but she’s so passionate about it that you forget. if you go a day without getting at least ten kisses from mina, something’s wrong

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

mina doesn’t know what to do when she figures out she loves you. it’s something she’s always imagined feeling but now that it’s real she can only gape like a fish. she’ll accidentally blurt it out before her 10 step plan to confess happens. she prefers to show it then say it.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

she wants a full out reception party. she wants the biggest dance floor and the two of you to perform 194930 dances together.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

mina actually treasures dates where the two of you stay in! the both of you lead busy outside lives that intimate ones indoors resonate deeper within her heart

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

there’s not much she wouldn’t do for you, but on the rarest of occasions she’ll let you touch her horns.

P =Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

super playful relationship! playing nerd gun fights in pjs at two in the morning! laughter is always echoing in the hallways with you two

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

she’ll always ask for opinions on things she’s unsure of and will ALWAYS give her own thoughts about it

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

she is a very big on the spot person! not that she doesn’t plan things out, just successwise she has better on the spot events

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

the two of you nap together more, especially during high school because you both are too nervous at getting caught in the others room overnight!

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

trusts you completely. if she didn’t trust you, she wouldn’t have ever asked you out

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

how deeply she loves. your hobbies will become her hobbies. it doesn’t matter because mina loves dancing and you do it with her, so you best believe she will do whatever hobby you love the most!

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

being vulnerable with you is super hard for mina because she’s always just so hyper and cheery, that the first time she’s vulnerable it makes you worry because it’s super super scary to see her sad and horns wilting as if in response. it takes about three months for her to show you this side.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

mina loves comparing her hand size with you. whether they’re bigger or smaller than hers, she’s just fascinated by your hands she can’t help but stare and compare.

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

suddenly number 18 in the class is outperforming number 1 in the class. she becomes instant health genius as she does anything to make you feel better

“mina is just a paper cut!”

“if we make it a slightly deeper cut you won’t feel the stinging pain anymore!”

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

constant negativity. like the yucky kind that drains the fun from everything. she hates that in a s/o so much. like there’s a difference between that and being a pessimist and she sees and understands that.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

she wants and LIKES THE PASSION OKAY?! give mina her ideal love 2k19

NSFW:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mina lays there breathing for a full 5 minutes

She is always overwhelmed post sex, just give her a minute

While not the best at cleaning up, she lowkey loves just laying in your guys mess, she will always cuddle and hold you.

Lots of pillow talk

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On herself, mina prides herself on her arms and legs, she’s extremely proud of her natural strength

Mina is a useless boobs gal. 

dangle them in her fucking face p U H L E A S E

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Mina fucking loves it when she can get herself to squirt

Like one you guys figure out how to make her squirt it’s going to happen every time y’all fuck cuz it sorta reminds her of her quirk

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has definitely masturbated to an innocuous picture of you when the two of you went months without seeing each other

never masturbated until the two of you got together tbh

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is not experienced at all prior to you! Mina is a romantic with a terrible streak prior to you, but she is a fluid person so she nails everything in the bed fast

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Favorite position is kneeling. She gets to hold you tight and full access to your boobs.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely, the lover who goes from super romantic and intimate sex to can barely take this seriously love making

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Always groomed. The second she knew she was gonna fuck you she got that shit waxed. She has a heart strip though, and yes, her pubes are curly and pink

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Sex with mina is very very intimate, even if its in a joking matter. She truly cherishes everything about you and will always try making your sex life as amazing as possible

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Loves masturbating together. Like loves it so much. She loves watching you please yourself while she… ahem… assists you with some toys

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hair-pulling: she loves having her hair pulled and the feeling of fingers knotting into her curls, degradation: she loves calling you impolite names because of the way you react, roleplaying: LOVES DRESSING UP AND CREATING A NEW PERSONALITY OKAY

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

By far her most favorite place to have sex is in the backseat of a car. It’s risky and hot. She’s addicted.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Physical reactions. Moan for her, move your body and praise what shes doing for you. Also when you wear that one big t-shirt with your hottest lingerie underneath and give her a lap dance

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

DO NOT TOUCH HER HORNS. THE MOMENT THEY ARE TOUCHED SHE’S DONE

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving more. Only on special occasions does she like having the attention on her, but for the most part, she will spoil you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

All depends on her mood! She genuinely loves going fast and rough, but on anniversary nights, she enjoys slow and sensual paces

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Is definitely down to have a quickie, she thinks it’s hot, but only once every 2 years. She just enjoys being able to hear you scream as loudly as she can make you scream.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very experimental! The two of you have designated days for trying out new things just because you’re never too sure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Mina actually comes really fast, it’s a big reason as to why she prefers focusing on you! But she has good stamina and can last to three full and kinky rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys are a must.

Vibrators, dildos, strap on, anal beads.

You think of one, you two own it.

They are very used and will go interchangeably, but are more often used on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not that big of a tease actually. Like she may abuse vibrator rights, but it’s not in a teasing way! More like a “i’m trying to make you squirt” way

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She’s very loud in bed!

Moaning, whining, mewling, and sometimes even begging

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The first time the two of you had sex, mina came twice in under two minutes. Once because of how your breasts felt rubbing against hers and when you pressed your soaked cunt against her own

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those shirts and pants, picture or words)

Mina is a blessed girl with round perky breasts, probably a dd-cup. her right one is actually bigger surprisingly! And she has inverted nipples. She has larger than average labia

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Went from sorta there to we fuck at minimum five times a week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes her forever to fall asleep, will be awake long after you pass out

[stayrohazen777]

You & Me

“-Cha Eunwoo-

One-shot

Warnings: None

Fluff

“Y/N did you check the packages that came in for you?” Your roommate asked you from the kitchen 

“No I haven’t” You replied rushed while grabbing your purse

“You’re late again?” She asked 

“3 minutes earlier than usual  though” You gave her a smile 

“Go hurry up” She rolled her eyes 

“I’m sorry I’m late” You walked into the room out of breath 

“Again” Moonbin snickered 

“Shut it will you?” You smacked his arm 

“Do Eunwoo’s makeup I’m doing Moonbin’s” Your co-worker told you 

“Hi” He smiled 

“Hello” You smiled back 

You started working on his makeup 

“H-hey uh-h Y/N?”

“Yes?” 

“Your sleeve is tickling me” He chuckled lightly 

“Oh no I’m sorry” You rolled it up messily while he continued chuckling 

“It’s okay” 

“Okay you’re done and on time” You closed the compact and let out a sigh of relief 

“How do I look?” He asked looking at you

“Dashing” You smiled 

“Y/NNNNNN I accidentally rubbed my eyes after waking up” Sanha came to you whining 

“It’s okay” You smiled at him 

“Goodluck with your stage” You told them after they were done getting ready

Moonbin Mocked you 

“Do you really want me to-” 

“Oops sorry gotta go” He stuck out his tongue 

These boys are a handful” Your co-worker sighed 

“But they’re precious” You laid down on the sofa 

“Y/N You’re gonna be Eunwoo’s makeup artist for his drama” Their manager suddenly told you 

“Okay”

“You’ll go with him whenever he has his shoot” 

“Noted” You sighed 

“So I heard you’re basically Eunwoo’s personal makeup artist ey?” Moonbin teased you 

“For his drama shoot and what about it?” You rolled your eyes 

He wiggled his eyebrows 

“Moonbin” You glared at him 

“Oh my god so scary” He laughed 

“Is he annoying you again?” Jinjin sat beside you 

“Did he ever stop?” You questioned 

“You have a point” He chuckled 

“He’s a good friend though so it’s okay” You chuckled 

“Guys food is here” MJ came holding bags of food 

“Thank you” You smiled at him 

“You’re welcome Y/N” 

“Oh what to do the only place left is beside Eunwoo” Moonbin looked at you 

“You sly bi-” 

“Here Y/N you can sit here I’ll move” Eunwoo got up 

“No It’s okay we both can fit” You told him 

You’ve been Astro’s makeup artist since 2017 and you’ve gotten close to all of them especially Moonbin every since he found you dancing to their songs in the waiting room when you were alone 

It has become a constant cycle where you come every morning and basically spend the day with them and obviously do their makeup 

You were always given Moonbin, Jinjin or Rocky to work with but recently they’ve been making you do Eunwoo’s makeup often which got Moonbin to go full bestfriend mode and tease you about how awkward you are around him because as close as you are with the members you rarely had to deal with being alone with Eunwoo, thus making it a bit awkward at least from your side 

“Y/N are you not eating?” Eunwoo asked with worry in his eyes 

“Oh? Yes i got lost in thought for a second” You told him 

“By the way I start shooting tomorrow” He mentioned 

“TOMORROW?” 

“Good Morning Y/n” Eunwoo cheerfully waved at you when he saw you

“Goodmorning Eunwoo” You replied 

“Do you want a coffee?” He suddenly asked 

“Sure” You smiled at him 

“Here I also got you a cookie” He handed them to you 

“Oh you didn’t have to” That’s when you started thinking a bit too hard about him which might sound stupid but hey he gave you a cookie without you asking for it

The next couple of weeks were pretty uneventful 

You either had to go with Eunwoo to his shoot which you didn’t get to talk to him often as he was busy or you went with the boys to an event or something 

“Y/N” Moonbin suddenly came to you 

“Calling me by name only with this facial expression means it’s serious” You crossed your arms 

“Do you actually not have any feelings for Eunwoo?” He asked you 

“Why do you think I do?” 

“Because you act different around him” He replied 

“I do?” 

“Yes you might not see it but you’re very professional around him and only him. When you’re with all of us you’re a friend but with him you’re an artist and that’s it”

“So?” 

“Oh my god why are you like this?” He asked frustrated 

“What do you want me to say? I don’t like him and the only reason why i’m like this with him only is because Eunwoo and I never talked this often so it feels weird”

“Weird in what aspect?” He asked 

“Bin What are you trying to get to?”  You sighed

“I’m trying to stop you from being so oblivious” He rolled his eyes 

The next day was a weekend for you so you spent it at home alone since your roommate was with her family 

“Oh right the package I haven’t checked it in a whole month” You facepalmed hoping the package was just another order you had placed and nothing serious 

“Oh” You opened it and saw a product you ordered online 

Your phone suddenly rang 

“Hello?” 

“Hi” You heard Eunwoo’s voice 

“Eunwoo is there anything wrong?” You asked with worry in your tone 

“Not really?” He questioned 

“That was not an answer” You told him 

“Well I-I uh was uh bored yeah bored” He spoke 

“Okay” You chuckled at his cuteness 

“I’m sorry if i bothered you should i-” 

“No It’s fine I’m bored as well so we might as well talk” You said 

“Oh okay”

You spent about an hour talking to him on the phone and it made you feel warm inside 

You never really spent so much time talking to someone on the phone and i definitely brought you closer together maybe a bit too much because you thinking of him often started happening again

This time you were doing Rocky’s makeup for the photoshoot they were having and you could notice Eunwoo staring you thought he was staring at rocky because the boy is beautiful but-

“Why is Eunwoo glaring at me like that?” Rocky asked you and MJ who was beside you 

“I don’t know, maybe he’s daydreaming and didn’t notice his glare” MJ chuckled before going to Eunwoo and bringing him to where you were standing 

“He’s still glaring is that okay?” Rocky asked again 

“Stop talking I need to put your lipstick on” You told him getting closer to him 

“EUNWOO WHY-”MJ started but was interrupted by Eunwoo 

“Y/N I accidentally rubbed my eyes and my eyeliner is smudged” 

“Go to the other makeup artist she’s right there” You told him still focusing on Rocky 

“But I want you to fix it” He said 

“Okay Rocky you can go” You told him

“Come here Eunwoo” You grabbed his arm to let him crouch down a bit because of his height

“Close your eyes” 

“Eunwoo Close your eyes” You sighed 

“Okay wait since you’re here already let me fix your lipstick as well” 

You felt him staring at your face 

“You-u can-n go now”

“What is up with him?” You fanned your flushed face 

“When I told you were oblivious I was so right” Moonbin stood beside you 

You stared at him for a bit still not able to forget Eunwoo’s stare at your face 

“Y/N I’m not Eunwoo” He slightly smacked your head 

“Is this okay?” You put a hand over your heart 

“What is?” Sanha sat beside you 

“Oh nothing”

“Your hand is over your heart all of a sudden why?” He asked eating his chips 

“Because it’s beating way too fast”

“Because of Eunwoo?” He munched on his chips 

“What” You were taken by surprise 

“I think you’re literally the only one that does not know at this point” He rolled his eyes 

You went back home confused and worn out of today’s events 

“Fuck I really like him” You put your head on the table

Your phone rang 

“Hello?” You answered with a weird tone 

“Did I call in the wrong timing?” Jinjin asked 

“No it’s fine but what’s up?” 

“I know you left work already but can you maybe come back?” He asked 

“Why?” You questioned 

“Because We were called in for an interview last minute and we need to retouch our makeup” 

“Okay I’ll be there” You hung up and grabbed your car keys 

“Y/N You do Eunw-”

“Okay” 

“Hi” He smiled 

As  you were fixing his eye makeup he kept looking everywhere but on you 

“Can you maybe keep your eyes still?” You asked 

“Sorry” 

You were applying his lipstick when you felt his face become warm 

“Are you okay?” 

“Uh yes”

“Am i too in my feels or is he actually acting weird?” You whispered to yourself after he left 

“You two are gonna be the end of me”Moonbin told you the next day when you were putting his makeup on 

“What’s wrong now?” You applied his eyeshadow 

“Can’t you ask him out?” He asked 

“I don’t know” 

“Yes you know It’s very simple” He rolled his eyes 

“Don’t roll your eyes when I’m putting your eyeliner on idiot” You chuckled 

“Y/N are you done with bin? I need to fix my makeup as well” Eunwoo came to you sitting on the chair next to Moonbin’s

“So like as I-” You cut Moonbin off but quite literally slapping his lip balm on 

“Not here Not now you idiot” You gave him a fake smile 

“What was he going to say?” Eunwoo asked you when it was his turn 

“Nothing”

“It’s something if you’re hiding it from me” He said 

“Don’t worry about it”

“I want to know though”

“Why would you want to?” You laughed off your nerves 

“Because I want to” 

“Not really convincing” You told him 

“You really want me to tell you here?” He looked into your eyes

“Tell me what?” You questioned 

“That I like you” He said closing his eyes so that you an continue 

You started choking 

Sanha came over with water 

“Are you okay?” He asked you

“Yeah Don’t worry I’ll handle it from here Thank you” You told him 

“Okay Eunwoo You’re done” You told him trying to turn away from him to hide your pink cheeks 

After their performance the guys went to go get food but Eunwoo didn’t because “he wasn’t hungry” but you knew that was not the case 

“Y/N can come here for a bit?” He called for you 

You turned around and gave him a smile but then went to grab your phone which was the other way you had an approximate time of 5 seconds to calm down 

“Yes?” 

“I like you” He said again 

“Yes you told me- wait no that’s  not it” You turned your head around to cover the mess that you were 

He came closer to you and held your wrist 

“Look at me” He smiled 

You did so but regretted when you realized how close he was

“What?” 

“Say it Y/N” He told you in a serious way 

“Say what?” You acted 

“Y/N” He said sternly 

“I like you too” You told him 

“See it’s not that difficult” He teased you intertwining your fingers 

“How did you know I was gonna reply with that?” You furrowed your eyebrows 

“If you didn’t like me back you wouldn’t have taken so long to get your phone while putting your hand on your heart and breathing in and out” He laughed 

“You saw?” You asked embarrassed 

“There was a mirror in front of you Y/N” 

“Oh god” You covered your face 

“Yeah so I told Rocky I wanted the blue drink but he-WAIT WHAT IS THIS I AM OBSERVING” Moonbin freaked out after seeing your hands intertwined 

“WAIT FOR REAL LIKE FINALLY?” Sanha asked jumping around 

“Shut up” You hid your face again 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed of” Eunwoo pulled you into his arms 

A couple of months later you found yourself in the same cycle except that your boyfriend was there to cheer you on whenever you weren’t feeling your best, he was basically there everyday 

“Eunwoo what is wrong with you today?” You asked him crossing your arms

“Nothing” He replied dryly 

“Okay Whenever you stop being dry with me I’ll be ready to talk” You told him going to call MJ to get his makeup done

It was almost the end of the day but he still hadn’t talked to you 

“So are you gonna talk to me or not?” You asked him standing beside him 

“I don’t know” He shrugged

“Okay then-” He held you back 

“I was joking come here” He pulled you into a warm embrace 

“I miss you” He told you 

“Why did you leave me hanging for a full day then?” 

“Because I was stressed and upset and I didn’t want to let it out on you accidentally”

“So now you’re not stressed anymore?” 

“With you in my arms I forget all the bad thoughts” He said 

“You did not just-”

“Yes I did” He chuckled 

“You’re so precious” You told him kissing his cheek 

The next day you were in the waiting room with Eunwoo and you were doing his makeup 

The rest were at the cafeteria and the staff as well. You two always try to somehow end up together in the waiting room alone 

“Okay you can get up I just need to do your lipstick” You said grabbing the color you wanted

“Yes Thank you my butt hurts” You laughed at him

“Will you stop staring at me Eunwoo?”  You told him when you felt him stare again

“No” 

“You always do this”

“Yeah but I never actually do this although I think about it every single time” He spoke

“Do wha-” You felt his lips press against yours 

“Can’t believe it took you this long to kiss me” You chuckled 

“If you wanted earlier you could’ve done it yourself then” He grabbed your waist 

“Well now I’ll do it whenever I want” You smiled bringing him closer to kiss him again 

“Be grateful You did that when I still didn’t apply your lipstick” You glared at him playfully 

“But you did it again” He told you pouting 

You pecked his lips again

“Okay that’s it” 

He pulled you into his arms 

“I love you”You told him 

“I love you too” He hugged you tighter giving the top of your head a kiss 

Thank you for reading! <3

Stream and vote for Bad Idea! 

The boys deserve to get at leat one win so please let’s work all together!

You’re doing well! <3

[pixieminutes]

Promotions | SCB

genre: fluff, slight smut, idol!au

members: seo changbin x reader, bang chan

warnings: making out??

“y/n! 5 minutes! are you ready?”

“yes, thank you!” you exclaimed, walking over to your makeup artist so she could touch up your makeup after your mic had been put on.

“nervous?” she asked.

2nd comeback ever, 2nd song for this comeback. some people would say this comeback will make or break your career, and your title song got mixed reviews. but you shook your head, “i don’t think so. i like this song a lot.”

she smiled, “good.”

“y/n! 3 minutes! wings please!”

“coming!”

1 new message(s) from skz binnie

i’ll be watching today !! fighting, my love!🖤🖤

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“y/n! 5 minutes! are you ready?”

“yes, thank you!” you exclaimed, walking over to your makeup artist so she could touch up your makeup after your mic had been put on.

“your performance was really good yesterday,” she said, “fighting for today!”

you smiled, thinking about yesterday’s stage and how you could see changbin in the wings, just out of the corner of your eye. it made everything more worth it, “thank you. i really enjoy the makeup looks for this comeback as well, so fighting to you too.”

she smiled, “thank you, y/n.”

“y/n! 3 minutes! wings please!”

“coming!”

2 new message(s) from skz binnie

wow u so pretty

good luck beautiful!!!!!!🖤

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“y/n! 5 minutes! are you ready?”

“yes, thank you!” you exclaimed, walking over to your makeup artist so she could touch up your makeup after your mic had been put on.

“feeling good today?” she asked.

“very,” you smiled, nodding.

“i noticed you’ve been feeling good recently,” she said, nodding wisely, “it’s a good thing, y/n. i hope you stay this way for a long time.”

you smiled, looking into her eyes. she was quite old, a lot older than you, but she still had so much energy. you wondered what her secret was.

“y/n! 3 minutes! wings please!”

“coming!”

1 new message(s) from skz binnie

what did i do to deserve you ??????? love you bubs❤️

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“y/n! we’re running a bit late, you have 3 minutes! are you ready?”

“one second!” you exclaimed, walking over to your makeup artist so she could touch up your makeup after your mic had been put on.

“how are you doing today, y/n? nervous?” she asked.

you shook your head, “not at all. hey, tell me a bit about yourself.”

“y/n! wings please! you’re on now!”

“coming!”

1 new message(s) from skz binnie

you’re so clumsy :D watch yourself next time💜

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“y/n! you’re being pushed back as someone in stray kids has a schedule afterwards he needs to get to!”

“o-okay!” you shouted, running to your makeup artist, “hey, do you mind doing it now? i– i just feel like i should be backstage right now.”

she smiled, holding your arm gently, “come on, i’ll come with you.”

you smiled, squealing slightly as you ran out the room, your makeup artist following along behind you, chuckling at your eagerness.

you arrived in the wings, letting your makeup artist press more foundation onto your face as you stared at the stage, watching as changbin moved the front, rapping at a speed that you could never comprehend.

“who is it?” she hummed, peering round to follow your line of view, “which one?”

“hmm?”

“i can tell you like one of them,” she chuckled.

you nodded, looking back to her, “truthfully... i like changbin a bit.”

“ah. oh yeah, he’s handsome. nice, big muscles. i like that.”

you smiled, remembering the times the two of you would be laying in bed and changbin would keep you there, trapped in by only one arm.

you remember him coming back from his workouts, sweaty and fatigued, complaining that he wouldn’t get better unless you cuddled him.

“yeah,” you nodded, “i like that too.”

to: skz binnie

i watched your performance today binnie!!! you did so well❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ so handsome❤️

___________

“y/n! 5 minutes! are you ready?”

“yes, thank you!” you exclaimed, walking over to your makeup artist so she could touch up your makeup after your mic had been put on.

as you walked over, you realised she was humming one of stray kids’ songs. you smiled, chuckling slightly.

“you alright?” she asked.

you nodded slightly as she continued to hum. you recognised the melody. it was one that changbin and chan composed while you were with them, not that you did much, just sitting behind them, sometimes supplying snacks and drinks and a lot of moral support.

“i like that song,” you smiled.

“y/n! wings please! you’re on now!”

“coming!”

1 new messags(s) from skz binnie

not long left to go!!!! make sure you carry on eating well and drinking water 🧡

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“y/n!”

“yeah?!” you called, “5 minutes?!”

“y/n!”

you furrowed your eyebrows, walking to the door of your dressing room upon realising that no one was coming in.

you opened the door, sticking your head round just a little bit, but it was enough for changbin to appear in front of you.

“changbin!” you squealed, part in shock, part in happiness.

he smiled, closing the door behind him and standing there for a few moments, just admiring the view before he pulled you into a tight hug.

“god i’ve missed you so much,” he breathed, “it’s been so long, god, y/n, i almost died!”

you laughed, returning the hug, “i missed you too, you big baby.”

“y/n!”

you pushed changbin away just as the door opened.

“5 minutes...” the man said, a slightly confused face at the sight of you standing right in front of the door.

“yep! thank you!” you laughed nervously, watching as he left.

“5 minutes...” changbin said, his voice trailing off as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “i wonder what we can do in that time?”

you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck, “well i’m going to get my makeup fixed before goinh on stage.”

changbin whined, kissing you softly, “just a little longer?”

you chuckled, kissing him again, “you have one minute, wow me.”

“oh baby, i plan to,” changbin said, leaning in to kiss you and not pulling away this time.

you found yourself getting lost, in everything. you were falling in deeply. into his soft lips, entrancing yours. into his big, strong arms, keeping you pressed to his body. his—

a cough came from behind changbin, the two of you pulling away from each other to see your makeup artist.

“off you go, muscly stray kids boy,” she said.

“changbin,” you whispered.

she smiled, shaking her head slightly before pointing to the door. you laughed as he pulled away, winking at you before smiling and bowing to your makeup artist as he left the room.

“see! now he’s ruined your lipstick! come on,” she sighed, taking your hand and leading you over to the makeup table, “you really weren’t kidding when you said you liked him, huh?”

you chuckled, your words slightly muffled as she swiped your lips with a brush, “you have no idea.”

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“y/n! 5 minutes! are you ready?”

“yes, thank you!” you exclaimed, walking over to your makeup artist so she could touch up your makeup after your mic had been put on.

“last day,” she sighed, “you ready?”

you nodded, “it’ll be sad, though, saying bye to my fans for a while again.”

she shrugged, “well, you are queen of fan service.”

you giggled, “thank you for working hard this comeback as well. will you be with us next time?”

she took your hand, squeezing it, “you know it.”

“y/n! wings please! you’re on now!”

“coming!”

2 new message(s) from skz binnie

are you free tomorrow??? my promotions ended today as well

congrats btw ! you worked hard🖤

to: skz binnie

i’m always free for you ;)

and you say that like i havent been watching your performances everyday, dumbass

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“this is strange.”

“hmm,” changbin hummed, “wait what?”

“this,” you chuckled, “being alone. just us two.”

changbin nodded, “maybe we should put it to use.”

“no. my body hurts, i want cuddles,” you said, cuddling closer into your boyfriend’s body.

he chuckled, sighing before speaking, “me too.”

it fell silent once again, but it wasn’t awkward. just peaceful.

“i love you.”

you smiled, taking changbin’s hand and pressing a kiss to the calloused skin (he’d become more into lifting metal weights and it was taking it’s toll on his skin), “i love you too.”

[svtegg]

i hope no one saw that

joshua idol!au smut  inspired by 5. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” from the smut prompt list

3,1 k words

hope ypu guys enjoy this!! im really trying to get better at writing smut kksjndsjd its a process but yeah!!! i will be getting onto the smut prompt req you guys sent in next! sorry for the long wait mwah lov u

The Show Champion waiting room is stuffed, stylists running around trying to find the maknae of the group. But Riri is no where to be found. She was supposed to be getting into her tailored jean top 10 minutes ago and she had still not shown up. “Y/n, can you please go look into the halls to see if you can find Yiren? She was supposed to have her hair done by now.” You look up from your phone, the Instagram comments on your latest teaser picture lighting up your face as you shift your attention to one of your three managers. He’s standing in front of you, holding Joha, your leader’s outfit in his left hand and his phone in his other. You agree, pointing him in the direction of the sleeping lump on the floor when he asks you where Joohyun is.

The rustling and bustling from the packed room is left behind as the heavy door slams shut behind you. The contrast of the almost empty halls is almost hair raising. You remember the first few times at the broadcasting station, how stressed you and the rest of your group had been. Now it seemed like routine to you. You trudged down the hall, the material of your tiny poofy black skirt rough against your manicured hands as you subconsciously flattened out the fabric against the tops of your thighs. Your eyes scanned the identical doors, looking for the right one. The one with the SEVENTEEN sign hanging on it. You knew your maknae would be in there. And if she wasn’t at least one of the guys in that room would know where she was. You politely bowed as one of the staffs for your sunbae group EXO rushed past you.

Of course, Seventeen’s door had to be furthest down the hall, the noisy boys probably being put in the waiting room furthest away out of courtesy for the other groups that would be spending their day in the rooms lining the long, white hall. You knocked three times before taking a couple steps back to wait for the door to be opened.

The door was torn open, probably 20 faces staring you down as you stood in the hall, hands clasped together in front of you as you greeted the group and the staffs with a bow and a quiet hello. Seungkwan was the first one to speak, almost jumping to his feet from the corner couch to rush over to you. “Y/n sunbaenim, hello!” The young man smiled as he came over to take your hand, politely bowing back. He motioned for you to step in as the rest of the people littering the room went back to what they where doing before your untimely arrival. “I saw the teaser you guys posted yesterday! I can’t wait to see the live performance; it looks like you guys changed your concept.” He smiled, turning around to pick up one of the signed albums laying on the table behind him. Mingyu was sitting on his laptop and smiled at you quickly before turning back to the game he was playing. Seungkwan handed you the album, before asking you what brought you over to the Seventeen waiting room.

“Actually,” You started after thanking him for the cd. “I was wondering if Yiren stopped by, she’s supposed to have her hair done like, right now.” Seungkwan looked around the room, calling Joshua over as he was the one who had talked to Vernon before he disappeared with your groups maknae. Joshua gave you a friendly smile as he walked over, Seungkwan explaining everything to him and Joshua nodding in understanding. “I’ll go look for them with you, we need Vernon back now anyway, its his turn to tweet.” Joshua smiled, his styled hair falling into his eyes as he threw his neck to motion to the door.

“See you later, Y/n! Good luck on your performance, you look really pretty!” Seungkwan yelled as he raised his fists in support, the rest of the boys voiced various exclamations of support as the door closed behind Joshua and you.  

Joshua was wearing all black, his hair also dyed black for their new comeback. He looked really good, but then again when didn’t he look good. He smiled at you as you glanced up at him. There was a slight pause before he spoke. “Vernon said they would most likely be in the hall by the conference rooms up on the fourth. There’s apparently the least people up there.” He was still smiling, his voice dripping with amusement as he spoke. You let out an entertained sound, walking beside him down the hall towards the elevators, the album Seungkwan had handed you clasped in your hands. “Of course, young love wants privacy. They can’t hold hands in front of anyone, its too embarrassing.” You joked, knowing well that they couldn’t do anything infront of anyone. The showbiz was way to harsh and judging for love to be accepted. Joshua let out a laugh that sounded a little more like a sigh, leaning out to press the button for the elevator. There were a few camera techs looking your way as you stood in front of the elevator, so Joshua took a discreet step away from you.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, both you and Joshua where careful to not get too close as you entered. You made eye contact with one of the backstage workers as you turned around to lean against the wall of the elevator and you could see him audibly gasp as your eyes connected. You just gave your sweetest smile as the elevator doors closed. Joshua broke out into muffled giggles as the capsule started moving.

“What?” You innocently asked, turning to face the man beside you. He just smiled at you, his eyes squinting in amusement. “Nothing! Nothing..” He waved his hands in front of his face. “Just.. The look on that staff’s face. Priceless.” He giggled, covering his mouth with his hand. Before he straightened up. “Seungkwan was right though, you look really pretty.” He continued, his entire aura changing suddenly. He reached his hand out to tuck a stray piece of curled hair behind your ear, his eyes flickering around your face as he stepped closer. “It’s almost too bad you’re changing your concept. I almost can’t control myself, even in front of the other guys, seeing you dressed like this.” He whispers, his lips curling so enticingly around every word he spoke. He lets his hand linger on your face, and you almost get the urge to kiss him but you feel the elevator halt to a stop so you step away with every last bit of self control that you can muster. “Control yourself, Hong. We don’t want a scandal now do we?” You snark at him, straightening out your shirt a little before the doors glide open and you strut out, greeting someone you recognize as one of Red Velvet’s managers.

The rapid succession of steps behind you is obviously Joshua’s, even the sound of him walking sounding familiar to you. “It’s not fair!” He quietly whines as you look for the hall leading to the conference rooms, your head perking up as you see a sign pointing in the desired direction. “What isn’t fair?” You ask him, casting a quick glance at him over your shoulder. He looks so strong and manly, the stage costume consisting of mostly fake leather and ripped fabric stretched to the point of almost ripping over his delicious thighs and wide shoulders.

“This stage costume, the hair, the makeup..” He muses, purposely leaning closer to you. “The dance.” He lets his hands trail up your sides, the shirt you’re wearing being the only thing saving your sanity. You slow down a little, letting Joshua press his chest into your back while you look around quickly to make sure no one is around the nearest corner. “You know how much I love that fucking choreo, babe.” He rasps, pressing his face into the side of your neck. “You love it enough to get hard in your jeans watching me and the girls practice.” You tease him, turning around in his grasp and taking a few steps backwards to lean against the door leading to the hall you were looking for, giving him the cockiest look you could before turning the handle and slipping into the hall.

“Wong Yiren, you’re wanted downstairs your royal highness.” You say, your voice dripping with ‘you’re in trouble’. The younger girl looks up at you, embarrassingly snatching her hand away from her boyfriends grip. “Y/n!” She whines, her long black hair flying around her face as she whips her head around to look at you. “You could have just texted me instead.” She mumbles as she gets up from the stairstep she was sitting on. Well, basically she was sitting in Vernon’s lap, but you decided not to embarrass her further. You smile teasingly at her as she slips past you, head bowed to hide the bright pink blush on her cheeks. Vernon was following right behind her, probably blushing even more than your member. “You left your phone with Taehyun manager, Yiren.” You chuckle after the teenager as she jerks open the door you had just walked in through.

Joshua is leaning against the wall by said door, an amused smirk on his face as he mutters some words to Vernon before the boy disappears into the hall after his somewhat embarrassed girlfriend. You look him up and down, the silk shirt he was wearing under the pleather jacket struggling to stretch all the way across his chest. “So, are you gonna get hard in your pants watching the pre recording today?” you tease the male, his eyes going wide as he looks over at you. He checks to see if the door beside him was actually closed before lifting himself off the wall and taking two long strides over to you.

“You’re such a pain, babe.” He mutters, letting his arms circle around your waist to pull you closer to him. You could feel his breath on you cheek as he let his left arm slide down from your back and over the curve of your ass. Your breath involuntary hitches as he lifts the skirt covering you to squeeze the flesh. “And you’re a huge horndog, Mr. Hong.” You tease, trying your best to regain your selfcontrol. You can feel yourself giving in to the slow, burning hot touches Joshua trails along your sides. He chuckles lowly against your neck, not quite leaving kisses but attempting to at least touch you in some kind of way. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” He mutters, his lips tickling the sensitive skin right under your ear. You feel his teeth graze against the side of your neck, his breath fanning against the flushed skin making you feel even more hot. You let out a mix between a heavy breath and a strained moan as your head tilts back, the words “make me” barely making their way past your parted lips as Joshua bites gently into the skin of your almost exposed shoulder.

Joshua chuckles, his hands trailing up the expanse of your back before pressing lightly against your shoulders. The jean material top you had put on earlier in disarray, the right shoulder slipping slightly off your form. “Get on your knees, baby.” Joshua commands, his eyes dark as he pulls away from your neck to look you in the eyes. You throw away any form of self-control as you sink down onto the carpeted floor, your exposed knees meeting the plush material with a soft thud. Both you and Joshua work urgently to get his belt open enough to slip his ripped black jeans a little further down his hips. Just enough to slip his cock out.

You’re desperate as you make quick work of kissing up his length, he’s already more than half hard and you can hear how good it feels, a low hissing sound filling the slender hall the two of you are situated in. You look up at him through your lashes as you take him into your mouth, his dark eyes meeting yours. You could tell he was enjoying this from the sounds he let out, bit in his eyes there was also a hint of excitement for something else. Maybe it was the reality of how careless you both where right now, the fact that anyone could walk in and see you on your knees infront of him, all for him to use. The fact that maybe a staff would come looking for you and catch you choking on all of him. He lets out a beautiful groan as you start working him deeper into your mouth, your stage makeup smudging as your eyes start watering slightly. Joshua lets his head tip back, a string of curses leaving his lips when you start moving your head a little faster. He has a tight grip on your previously immaculately styled hair, you know the stylist is going to be beside herself with anger when she sees you but right now, you’re more concerned with the way Joshua is encouraging you to take more of him.

“Fuck, baby, I love your mouth so much. Hold still let me fuck your face, doll.” He groans, his face contorting beautifully with the pleasure he’s feeling. His brows furrow together as you let your jaw go slack. He takes a hold of your previously styled hair with both his hands, his fingers digging into your scalp as he moves his hips more rapidly against your face. “You look so fucking hot, holy shit.” He whispers, his raspy voice almost breaking as you swallow around him causing his hips to jerk against your face. You can feel your knees digging hard into the carpet but the look on Joshua’s face is too distracting, his plush lips caught between his teeth, his eyes closed and brows furrowed in pleasure. He lets out a raspy curse when you lift your hands to squeeze his thighs, the involuntary moan that rips from your throat causing his hips to stutter as he comes into your mouth with the most deliciously unholy sounding moan you had ever heard.

He apologizes quickly as he fixes himself, buckling up his belt while you straighten out your stage costume. You look around, suddenly very aware of where you are. “I hope no one saw that.” You whisper, an unsure giggle filling the air between the two of you as the conversation halts. Joshua has the cheesiest smile on his face, and he almost looks like someone just told him there’s extra chicken for him at home. “What?” You ask, looking down at yourself to see if anything was out of the ordinary. He just giggles, almost like a lovestruck teenager. “Nothing!” He smiles, and he looks like he’s about to say something more before the all too familiar iPhone ringtone slices through the room.

“Yeah?” Joshua says, his voice sounding a little hoarse, so he quickly clears his throat after speaking. “Oh shit! Okay, yeah. We’re on our way.” He quickly finishes, pocketing his phone before looking up at you with a serious look. “Your group are about to go on, the 5-minute warning just went out. Everyone is looking for you.” You almost shout out a curse before bolting down the hall, Joshua quickly following you down the sets of stairs. You’re panting hard as you burst through the stairwell door, coming face to face with your group member Jiya, who doesn’t look very pleased. “Where were you?!” Another group member shouts from the sound tech station, a staff hooking her receiver into the edge of her blue shorts. “Y/n!” Another sound tech yells, motioning you over to get mic’ed up as well. You mutter a string of apologies as you adjust the cords to your in ears, Yiren looking at you with a smirk as she moves to wait by the stairs to the stage.

You’re all rushed onto the stage and preform your comeback song, One & Only along with your b-side thanx so much! without any mistakes, the fans cheering loudly for you and screaming the fanchants at the top of their lungs. They also lose it at the killing part, the songs being a lot sexier than the earlier cute and innocent concepts you’ve done. You and the other 8 members are in 100 as you run of stage, proud that it went of without any more problems. You all get settled into more comfortable clothes, Chaeni even putting on a sheet mask as the afterglow of the performance wears off a little. You fish your phone out of the black designer purse you had been given by the stylists early this morning for the greeting photos outside the station.

You felt your cheeks get hot as you scrolled through the twitter timeline, fansite photos and screenshots from the live performance littering the screen on your phone. The fans where going crazy, both over the new songs but also over another matter, that didn’t have anything to do with your new mini album at all.

“Why are Y/n’s knees so red? I hope she’s okay! Fighting”

“They look so good!!! Omgggg! Also is that a hickey I see on Y/n’s neck? Huhuh who’s getting it on with my queen huh??”

“In this selfie of Nahyun and Y/n from before the preformance she doesn’t have that red mark on her neck…. But in the live she does…. What’s going on here…..”

You quickly close the app, lifting your phone closer to your face to hide the screen as you switched over to a different app. You opened the texts between you and Joshua and typed out the message “Joshua Hong!!!!! You’re dead.” Before hitting send. The waiting room was cleared of anyone but your fellow group members, leader Joohyun had fallen asleep on the mat on the floor, Yosei on her phone beside her. Chaeni was waiting for her sheet mask to dry and Yiren was probably texting Vernon. Nahyun and Daria where playing on Hyunji’s switch. You hoped none of them would check their phones so you would live to see another day. Your phone vibrated with a text notification, Joshua’s name flashing on the screen with the word ‘Sorry’ under. That little shit.

“Y/n!” You heard Yosei squeal, Hyunji gasping as she kneeled down to look at the older girls phone. Fuck.

[cnc-hoebayb]

Nos cae la noche y tu me abrazas..

I forgot to post this yesterday oops

Lol but here’s my little part for this cute collab @quisieracnco helped put together, so if y’all haven’t checked out her nye hc go check it out it’s perfect. Also i know that @cncohdamn already made a lil chris imagine for this too and it’s literally the cutest so go check that out babes!!

So here it goes, some mad cheesy stuff for your NYE 😘

**Y’all gotta read this shit while listening to the live version of Fiesta en Mi Casa- no exceptio ns!

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You fiddle around with the straw in your drink as you sit backstage waiting. The dressing room was far, but the music was loud, giving you little goosebumps as you faintly hear the final song. You smile to yourself, feeling that some energy you had every time you heard that guitar riff.

The crowd goes crazy closer to the end and you cant hear anymore, something good must’ve happened. More screams and cheering is heard continuously, the song must have just ended. You gather your things quickly, knowing you were all gonna make a run for it as soon as they left the stage.

The performance was gonna be broadcasted through the city, it would be on every billboard and screen as the clock hit midnight. So you were prepared for when the boys stormed into the room, grabbing phones, jackets, and snacks before heading straight out into the cold city air.

You felt excited, waiting for that final moment of the year always left you with so much energy. And as you start to wonder if the butterflies in your stomach can get any faster, you’re caught off guard by a sudden hand on the small of your back.

You stare up into esos grandes ojos cafés and watch as they focus onto you. “Ya estás emocionada?” He asks and you nod with joy, “you already know it,” his hand still not moving from its place.

Chris wasn’t afraid to get close and be touchy with you, you thought; but this - this was different. Something off about this kind of touch. His hand had found a spot on the side of your waist, almost pulling you in possesively as you speed walked through the city.

Your thoughts must’ve shown through your expression because at that same moment, his cheeks flushed a little as he justified himself. “Parece que tienes frío....”

You smile and let him keep holding on. He guides you through the streets until you finally make it to a heavily crowded area in the middle of the block. There’s lights and screens illuminating the scene and it starts playing from the beginning of the prerecorded concert.

The boys all start cheering, hyping themselves up from the crowd. Richard and Erick are jumping and dancing, while Zabdiel and Joel are beatboxing over the beat of the song. You look up at Chris and he’s beaming, his eyes full of light.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nudge him with your shoulder. “It’s weird sometimes, but i like it yeah” he looks down at you and smiles one of those heartfelt ones you know he really means.

“Thanks for being here, by the way,” he looks at you sincerely, “you’ve helped us out a lot during tour too, i really appreciate all you do..”

“Aw Chris,” you respond shocked, not sure where the sudden sentiment came from. You had grown close with all the boys over the time span you’d worked with them, and it was easy. They accepted you not just because you were new, but because they genuinely liked spending time and having fun with you.

Chris would always find ways to remind you of that.

“I have a surprise for you..” he smirked and wiggled his brow, already back to his playful self. “Chris nooo,” you whined, “you know how impatient that makes me, you have to tell me noW!!” You jump up and down pulling at his arms, begging him to fess up.

“I’ll give you a hint,” he grounds you by placing a hand on your shoulder. “It’s something we’ve been working on lately.” You give him a mean look to express how much you hated that hint.

“Bro deadass what the fuck u mean,” you pout and he cackles like an idiot. “Guess you just gotta wait,” he turns away from you with a sly smile and watches the performance continue on the screen.

A few minutes pass and the set is almost over - meaning the year coming closer to an end as well. You watch as a few of the boys scope out the girls they’ve been eyeing to be their kiss. As they go up and work their flirty magic, touching hands to waists, whispering sweet nothings to these lucky girls.

“I’m surprised you’re not already out there with em,” you edge on Chris.

“Naw i already got my target planned out,” he says in a cocky tone and your heart drops a little. It wasn’t a secret your feelings for him had grown into something more than friendship. In your eyes he was perfect, everything was always so natural with him and you felt so comfortable, so how could you help yourself??

You nod solemnly and stare back at the screens, not wanting to make eye contact with him. The last song starts and your heart immediately skips a beat.

“Con tus caderas,

No necesitamos ni bombillos ni estrellas..”

A little smile creeps across your lips and you feel Chris look at you. “What is it about this song that even gets to you?” He laughs and questions. You shrug how you always did when someone asked you that.

“No sé, i just, me siento algo más de mi. Like I’m not even in my own body when i hear it, es como el cielo, like spiritual i guess.” He looks at you with his mouth wide open, defientely about to make fun of you.

“You sound like you’re high,” you nudge his shoulder and stick a tongue out. “I can’t believe you sing the damn song and don’t even get it.” You turn to him with a finger over your lips, “now shh i wanna listen,”

You close your eyes and feel the cold air against your skin, taking in every part of the music.

“Cuando estamos juntos el mundo se detiene..”

When you open your eyes back up you’re half expecting Chris to be gone, off to win over his notorious mystery girl for the night.

But your eyes flutter open and you’re shocked to see him standing there, closer than ever at your side. He hangs his arm over your shoulder and whispers “i think i know what you mean now, the way the song feels..” you nod with a smug look on your face.

He sways with you to the music and sings along when his part starts. You curl up into his arm, accepting it fully.

“Puedo ver planetas en el techooo” He sings to you playfully and you follow along.

“Hey that reminds me,” you start, “What the heck was everyone screaming about earlier, what did you guys do-“ he cuts you off with a hand on your mouth lightly.

“Shh, bebesita, that’s the surprise,” you lick his hand in retalliation and he wipes it off on your jacket.

Back up on the monitors you watch as the song breaks down to its last minute, the clock counting down as well. Your eyes light up as something new happens within the song. You scramble to look for Richard in the crowd as you hear it,

“Veremos lo que pasaa”

“ShiT!!” You scream and hit Chris’ arm. “You guys practiced, omg he did the high note,” he laughs and gently guides your head to look back up. “That’s not all,” he says and you’re lit up.

“Chris-“ you say unbelievably, “did you do it??” You refer to what you both knew what was about to happen. These little parts of the song were so new and so impactful, he had been too nervous to ever follow through live. His voice could do it easily, no doubt, it was just nerves holding back his full capacity sometimes.

He looks so excited and tries calming you down, “brooo just keep watching.”

You bounce to the breakdown of the beat and little bumps form on the surface of your skin - every time. The tension is in the air the closer it gets to what you’re expecting, and a mixture of the crowd around you counting down already.

“10

9

8”

The music goes,

“Seremos felices, eso dalo por hecho”

“5

4”

You grab onto Chris’ hand absentmindedly and he squeezes it back. His other hand instinctively grabbing onto the bottom of your jacket, slowly turning you to face him.

“Hay una fiesta en mi casaaaAaA”

“1..”

For some reason you feel tears swell up in your eyes. The essence of his voice continuing for what feels like forever. Every second of it resonates through your bones, in your blood, your soul, your whole being.

It’s everything you could want in this moment and you turn to Chris to say how proud you are of him and-

His lips crash to yours in a passionate mess. It’s an act of something that’s been building up too long, something that needed to be let go.

You give in to it, lost hopelessly under his spell. He’s soft and tender, everything you imagined this moment to be. You wrap your arms tightly around his torso and he holds your cheek.

It feels otherworldly, and you have no other motive than to make it last. The music rings through your head and everything becomes more magical. His lips press to yours in long intervals, each touch together has a million words behind it.

He tastes exactly how you imagined and you think that now you might be addicted. Slick lips part from each other and it feels like a movie scene.

Like you’re both in a little bubble that’s only meant for the two of you. Snow drizzles around the bubble and he holds you into his chest, rocking you as he sings lightly along..

“Nos cae la noche y tú me abrazas...”

The guitar feels like a lullaby while in his arms..

You smile and look back to him, humming along to his own harmony. You tip toe up and kiss him again, not wanting to ever stop. He giggles a little too humbly against you and you pull a strand of his hair to shut him up.

“Don’t ruin this,” you sass and he peppers your lips with soft fast smooches, holding your cheeks in his palms.

The music fades out from their perfect voices and nothing else matters. It’s just you, and Chris, and that perfect little bubble keeping everything stopped in time.

[taeheyhey]

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Chapter 5 - Can You Answer Your Phone

Taehyung x Reader - Fluff/Angst/Future Smut - 2.2k words

A/N - Hello! I really hope those of you that have found this little story are enjoying it, thank you so much for the likes and follows, I’m only a little blog and I still don’t really know what I’m doing with it, so it really means a lot!!

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Taehyung’s note lay on the floor by the side of the sofa, apparently unread. Reaching down to retrieve it, he sighed heavily as he saw your name in his handwriting. Jimin tried to comfort him, mainly by attempting to encourage him to see reason. It had been fun spilling the details to him, just like two normal friends their age might, and the younger of the two could tell his excitement was becoming contagious throughout breakfast, as they both anticipated Jimin meeting you.

But you had gone now, god knows where, and all he knew about you was your first name. Realistically last night's meeting would just end up being one of those chance encounters that one – or both – of you may think about occasionally, once alcohol had taken effect or if sleep was elusive. Jimin was only asking questions that would make complete sense to anyone else. How close could you have really gotten in the space of a few hours, exchanging a few simple sentences? Taehyung had agreed with him that the loss he felt was irrational, but the entire situation with you was, and he felt it deeply nonetheless.

“I can’t explain it well, Jimin.” He had paced up and down the room for five or so minutes after Seong-min had left to arrange transport to the shoot location for their second day of filming. Finally ceasing his restless movement, he sat by the window and rested his elbows on the small glass table there. “She had absolutely no idea who I was and it didn’t matter. The only reason she wanted to be here was because of me,” and possibly to distract yourself from whatever had occurred with 'Mark', but he quickly shook that thought away, not wanting to sully the memory of your encounter. Also because he hadn’t necessarily divulged that element of the story to his dark-haired friend, and he was unsure whether or not he intended to.

“Why is that such a surprise to you Taehyung-ah?" He asked softly from his standing position by the door. It was widely acknowledged by anyone they encountered that Taehyung was unreasonably good-looking, but it wasn’t the fact that you found him attractive that was surprising to him. It was the look you gave him as he was tending to your leg, and when he brought you a change of clothes. Even when he had simply held the lift for you, a look of astonished gratitude shone from your face, as if no one had shown you the smallest of courtesies before. You had looked at him like he was your hero.

People were often dismissive of him, mostly contributed to by the persona he had ultimately adopted within the group. Before he had gone to Seoul he was the big brother, but as soon as the members were put together he was suddenly one of the youngest, and he fell in to the 'role' with ease. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t silly and boisterous, and even he would admit that he thought in a very different way to everyone else. But he was often serious and introspective, and thought frequently about the direction his life was heading and the decisions he had made that led him down that path, and sometimes – only ever for the briefest of moments – considered if he had done the right thing by leaving his family in Daegu all those years ago.

He had grown up idolizing his father absolutely, and from the age he was old enough to understand that one day he would be a grown up and able to have a family of his own, he had wanted to be exactly like him when he had a wife and children. He wanted to look after them and protect them, and the possibility of having people who depended on him – although hypothetical people at this point – made his heart swell with longing whenever he thought about it.

In their frequent late night conversations, he and Jimin had often talked about the possibility of romance, and they had always concurred that for now it just wasn’t something that wouldn’t be fair on any party involved, such were the complications inherent of being an idol. But you didn’t know about him being an idol. You had never seen him playing the fool on variety shows, or witnessed his aegyo on a broadcast. To you, he was simply a young man who had helped you, and he was ecstatic to have been able to play the role of saviour for you. Unless he could find you, he imagined it would be a very long time until he felt that way again.

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You directed the taxi driver to the bar where you worked. It wouldn’t be open yet, but Ronnie – your boss and pretty much your second father – lived in one of the two rooms above it. He would allow you to stay in the other room, having been unable to rent it out due to the unfavourable neighbourhood the bar was situated. It’s usual occupant Hannah, Ronnie’s daughter and your best friend since practically birth, was away studying and wasn’t due to return for almost a year.

As children, you and Hannah had gone around telling everyone you were sisters and you may as well have been, you had spent the majority of your childhood at their house, being taken care of by Ronnie. Your situation at home was – to put it delicately – troublesome, and it was something that Ronnie and your teachers spent a lot of time agonising over. In fact, it seemed that every adult in your life was deeply concerned about your well-being, with the only exception being your own parents.

You decided it would only be fair to let Ronnie know you were on the way, rather than turning up out of the blue and pounding on the fire exit at the back of the building until he woke up. You took a deep breath in an effort to ensure any evidence of tears had vanished from your voice, reluctant to cause him any undue concern, as he worried about you enough already. You plunged your hand in to the depths of your overnight bag to retrieve your phone, only to discover that it wasn’t anywhere to be found. Dragging everything out of the bag frantically, the driver glanced at you through the rear-view mirror, observing your actions and instantly recognising the spastic movement of someone who had misplaced their handset. That coupled with the wide-eyed stare and muttered cursing, it was something he witnessed in the back of his car at least four times a day, and it often led to a higher fare as the passenger undoubtedly would need to go back and recover their most precious of possessions.

“Do you need to go back, sweetheart?” he asked, his fingers already poised above the indicator, ready to perform a u-turn.

It occurred to you that you hadn’t actually had sight of your phone since before you had set off to the hotel yesterday, meaning it could be in any number of places you had been in the last 17 hours. You shook your head “I need to come back to get my car anyway, forget it.”

The thought crossed your mind that maybe you should seek out Taehyung on your return, but you quickly suppressed that urge. He was nowhere to be found when you’d woken up, and you still weren’t entirely sure that the room had belonged to him anyway, given your bizarre and fraught wake up call.

You appeared to have over-romanticised your interactions with him. You admonished yourself for once again creating the beginnings of a fairy tale in your imagination. It was something Mark had often mocked you for, the fantasy land that had taken up residence in your head, and you suddenly felt embarrassed. How must you have looked to Taehyung, arguing with one man and almost immediately following another back to their room?

Then a laugh escaped you as you realised it didn’t make one single bit of difference what he thought of you, it wasn’t as if you were going to see him again, you probably weren’t ever even going to cross his mind. This final realisation suddenly hit you like a punch in the gut. No matter how much you may have misread his intent, he still took care of you and provided you with a much needed refuge for the night.

Your conflicting thoughts, and your hangover, were causing your head to pound relentlessly and you felt relief overwhelming you as the taxi pulled up outside Ronnie’s bar. You knew that you would feel better as soon as you had one of his bear-hugs and heard the colourful swear words he would undoubtedly use to refer to Mark.

“Is it okay if I stay here for a while Ronnie?” You asked as he placed a bottle of beer in front of you, your nose wrinkling at the smell and raising an eyebrow, shifting your eyes pointedly to the clock behind the bar.

“Hair of the dog,” he cited seriously, as would a doctor prescribing antibiotics, before tipping his own bottle back.

“What’s your excuse then?” you asked, taking the smallest sip of the amber liquid, feeling your stomach roil in protest.

"Quality control,” he declared without missing a beat, “it’s a new crate.” He smiled warmly at you, pulling up a stool beside yours, placing a meaty hand on your shoulder. “You are always welcome here y/n, I thought you knew that.” You returned his smile, your affection and gratitude for him causing your eyes to burn with fresh tears, your wobbly grin startling him. He placed his bottle on the high table and pulled you to his side, squishing your shoulders together as he squeezed you comfortingly. “What on earth has happened? Trouble in paradise, is it?”

He attempted to ask the question in a neutral tone, but he had never made a secret of his distaste for Mark, and the hopeful intonation at the end of his enquiry belied his concerned facial expression, the blatant fallacy causing a laugh to escape you. Leaving out any details of Taehyung, still wanting to keep that part of the night just for you – to enjoy the fantasy just a little while longer – you gave Ronnie the abridged version of events.

What followed was a stream of profanity so varied and creative that it was almost poetic, and it would have been funny were it not for the murderous look in Ronnie’s eyes. “Well who does he think he is then, god’s gift? I will throttle him when I see him, the useless bastard.”

You slid the remainder of your beer over to him and stood up to stand behind his seated form. You tucked your chin over his shoulder and wrapped your arms as far as you could around his waist. “If you don’t genuinely think he has done me the biggest favour by giving me a reason to leave then you’re lying to both of us.”

He turned in his seat and planted a kiss on your forehead. “He’s given you a million reasons to leave these past four years, y/n.” He countered, his voice softer. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“What and spend my first night as a single woman giving a police statement after you throttle my ex-boyfriend?” you quipped, then remembered your lost phone. “Can I use the bar phone really quick?” You knew Ronnie’s phone would have been upstairs still, he had never really made use of the 'mobile' part of the deal.

He nodded his consent as he made his way to the cellar to bring more crates of the beer you had just been presented with. It passed it’s quality control testing then, you thought wryly, making a mental note to discuss Ronnie’s day drinking with Hannah on her return. You dialled your own number, tapping your foot impatiently, wondering if your battery had ran out. You listened as it rang and rang. You only hoped someone had handed it to reception, that you had dropped it in the restaurant or in the bar, or that housekeeping had found it. Your generic voicemail greeting clicked on and you sighed, placing the handset back in it’s cradle.

The bar phone rang loudly almost as soon as you had hung it up, making you jump a little. Hardly anyone ever rang the landline phone, with the exception of the partners of some of the more seasoned regulars, and never when the bar was closed.

Feeling a little like you were in the beginning of a 90’s slasher flick, you hesitantly reached towards the phone, raising it slowly to your ear. “Hello?”

You heard a large intake of breath on the other end of the line and then a rich, deep voice. “Hello...y/n?”

The instant elation you felt as you heard his voice was so overpowering you had to lean on the bar to stabilise yourself. “Taehyung?”

You heard a voice in the background, and you recognised it as being different from the man you had encountered when you initially woke up. “Geunyeo ya?” said the voice, followed by what sounded like a lot of shuffling and a small banging noise, and then a distant, “Ya!”

When he said your name again in confirmation, you were assured that your interpretation of events between yourself and Taehyung were not a product of your imagination, and you were ecstatic to find that he sounded as relieved to hear your voice as you were to hear his.

[snaggle-chamsae]

Soft | Daniel

genre: fluff

member: daniel 

requested: yess!

summary: be a fan or a manager, kang daniel can still make you soft. 

side note: thank you so much for requesting anon 💓 i’m very sorry to keep you waiting ㅠㅠ i think this is a very failed attempt :/ this is slightly shorter than usual but i hope it makes sense and it meets your expectations :>

kang daniel, the nation’s treasure 

even though daniel can be a common name at times

but when you’re talking about kang daniel, it is a different story

he is the one and only special person in your heart 

one word to summarize daniel?

perfection

cute

hot

and the list can still go on 

no matter how many guys you got to know ever since you’re born, no one have ever made you feel this way 

only kang daniel could 

there is just something about him that makes your heart jump 

anything that daniel did, it makes you go soft on him 

even when there is a child-like side of him

even when he plays with his food 

you would still go uwuuuuuuuuuuu

all you wanna do is to run up to daniel and hug him tight

and honestly, you have no idea why daniel has so much effect on you 

you just love him so much 

he is always the reason behind your smiles 

when you hear him sing or rap, your heart feels full 

and when you see him live

oh boy 

you could genuinely feel your soul leaving you

daniel could just stand there and breath and do absolutely nothing

and yet, you can still lose your mind 

there can also be times where you hate him for being so rude 

casually winking at cameras during performances

or even worse, to expose his super defined 8 pack 

“what is he trying to do? is he trying to kill me?” you always feel so attacked whenever daniel becomes so hot 

but of course, if daniel can the reason behind your happiness

daniel can also be the reason behind your empty pockets

you don’t know if you should count it as a blessing that you live in korea too

because living in korea means you will get to see him more often 

but before you could see him, you got to bring out those cash 

if you wanna come along, you have to pay

(does anyone remember this? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ this is like exactly almost a year ago when wanna one tried coming out with their greetings omgod this gives me so much chills at how fast time has passed) 

because of wanna one, your pockets are constantly empty 

even though you’re already working, the salary is still not enough to help you satisfy your fantasies with wanna one 

that’s when you decided to change your job

since you previously major in film and media studies, you thought you should make use of the chance 

and apply at kbs, korea’s broadcasting system 

that’s the only way to earn more in order for you to see the love of your life 

with that, you sent out your resume to a few companies and hopefully, get back to you soon

you really needed money to see daniel 

and it seems like your wish got answered

just shortly within a week, you got calls from a company 

that’s not all 

the good news is that you’re already accepted and all you got to do is go to work tomorrow 

since it’s a new start, you actually got nervous

you let out a countless number of sighs while you wait for the manager to come and pick you up

you prayed that things would turn out well 

“are you y/n? i’m your manager” 

“oh y-yes! nice to meet you” 

“come on, let me give you a tour and introduce you” 

your eyes got curious when you saw there are different practice rooms in the office 

why would a media company have practice rooms? 

as you walk pass those rooms, they were all lighted up and you know there are people inside

“okay, the people that you’ll be working with the most is... wanna one” he said as he entered the room 

you almost choked on your saliva when you heard your manager

wanna one?! 

“i-i think you’re mistaken, i applied a job at the media department” you questioned

“no, we’re sure. your resume got passed around and since we needed another manager, we got you. now, come in and meet wanna one” 

you unconsciously held your breath 

..... you’re going to meet wanna one and work as their manager? 

“i want you to meet your assistant manager, y/n. she will be working with you more often than i do” 

the guys started to gather around to greet you 

even though you’re in a very shocked state, you have to snap yourself out of it and greet them 

“nice to meet you! we’ll get along together, y/n” daniel smiled at you 

you have no idea how fast your heart is accelerating when the love of your life is standing right in front of you 

don’t even mention the fact that he smiled at you

an angel just smiled at you 

“i will work hard and get along with you guys” you smiled 

“okay, let’s get back to practice while you can start on your work” your manager interrupted 

and once you leave the room, you have no idea that you were holding your breath the whole time 

and to think back, you recalled staring at daniel 

“oh god this is embarrassing” you blushed

“i hope he doesn’t notice, if not i’m dead” you cursed 

and heading back to your table is a great idea

you needed some time to accept the freaking fact that you’re their assistant manager now 

you’re still as equally as speechless 

how in the world are you going to do this job without going crazy about kang daniel? 

i mean look, he means the world to you 

and now, you’re going to work for him?

this is driving you nuts

but this isn’t totally bad as well 

you know you’re gonna love this job the most

with that, your manager gave the schedule of wanna one and you couldn’t believe your eyes

you know their schedule are gonna be packed for sure 

but you have no idea that it is that packed to a point where they are having less than 5 hours of sleep each day 

they have lots of schedules lined up for them 

and you as an assistant, definitely have no say in this

you could only do what your boss says 

and since you’re their manager now, you have the responsibility of taking care of them 

but it isn’t as easy as you seemed

especially when daniel is around

someone please help

right from the start of the day, daniel sure is making your day tough

you have to make sure everyone is up and accompany them to their schedule 

when you’re waking them up, it is an easy job to wake the maknae line up

but when it comes to the hyung line, oh boy

“daniel, please wake up” 

“noooooo, 5 more minutes” 

“daniel- no!” 

even when daniel is whiny, he still looks cute for some reason

and when he is finally up, his ridiculous bed hair immediately puts a smile on your face

how is it possible for someone to look this cute from the moment that they just wake up?

and when you got them into the van, you wonder if it’s even possible for them to stop talking

ongniel would be the noisy ones that would tell everyone their jokes

and even when no one replies, daniel would just giggle to himself

you know how daniel giggles right?

C U T E 

his eyes resemble just like the moon

eventually, when you guys got to the schedule venue, you have to bring them to their waiting room 

even if the boys entered the room just 5 minutes ago, it can be a mess already 

all of their bags, shoes, clothes would be everywhere

“y/n! did you see my phone? i remember i put it here!” daniel panicked

“daniel, your phone is in your hand” 

“oh right HAHAHAHA” 

this could happen so many times in a day where daniel would be so forgetful where he puts his stuff 

if any ordinary person ask you questions like this, you know you would get irritated 

but when it comes to daniel, you actually find yourself laughing at how clumsy he is 

that’s the charm of kang daniel, isn’t it? 

anyways

some of the members would get their make up done while some would get change

and no matter what you do, you can hear daniel calling your name the most often 

“y/n, could you pass me a bottle of water?”

“y/n, can you get me a fan over there?”

“y/n, can you help me tidy my tie?”

and regardless of how many requests daniel wants you to do, you will still do it 

when it comes to lunch time, this is when your heart feels warm 

all the members would have their lunch together

and seeing them having their meals feels nice

what’s even nicer is daniel would surprise you with a lunch box 

“y/n! do have your lunch too!” and the brightest smile would appear on his face

uwuuuu how do you not feel soft right now

even when you’re supposed to clear their lunch and make sure they get enough rest, daniel would go that extra mile to help you clear too

you thought that is cute enough

when daniel gets nervous before the performance, he is cute too 

“y/n, i will do well right?” 

oh god

“you’ll do well, don’t worry” you gave him a pat on his back 

if daniel has a cute side

there is a definitely a hot side of him

even when you’re at the side, watching them perform

you really wanted to scream 

“KANG DANIELLLLL”

the way he winks

the way he flashed his abs

and the way he killed us with his smile

your heart stops momentarily in between 

when wanna one gets off stage, they would all be tired 

they would have to pack their bags

and looking at them being tired hurts your heart

so you would always try and make sure things are ready for them 

“y/n... thank you for helping us keep our stuff, what can we do without you?” daniel pout and gave you a quick hug

you also help to carry their clothes or bags if possible

and when you escort them back to the van, your heart kinda go soft on them

almost everyone would be sleeping 

even though being with them can be really tiring, but knowing that you’re doing this for wanna one 

you wouldn’t mind doing this over and over again 

even if it makes you sacrifice your sleep for them, you would do it 

you just love them so much that it makes you soft ♡

[ataleoftwoprinces-blog]

A Tale of 2 Souls - Chapter 2

“Asriel! Hold…Still!” “I can’t help it…It tingles…!” “Well would you rather it tingle or would you rather it be sore?” Toriel had her 10-year-old son in a tight chokehold as she pressed her hand into the top of his head where little white horns covered in peach fuzz were starting to sharpen to a point. Green magic swirled around her hand and seemed to be slowly seeping into his head in a similar way that liquid seeps through a coffee filter. The poor boy’s horns had been killing him lately as they began to grow bigger and bigger. So his mother had been performing this sort of healing ritual twice a week that managed to take the pain away for a few days. Slowly, Toriel removed her hand. The green healing magic dissipating until it was just a few faint wisps floating in the air. “Better…?” Asked the older monster. Asriel nodded slowly, embarrassed. “Good. Now, go wake up your brother. He’s going to be late for his first day if he stays asleep much longer.” Perking up suddenly like he’d forgotten what just happened, Asriel jumped out of his mother’s lap and ran down the hallway, up to where his little brother Kris and him shared a bedroom. First, as he’d been taught, he knocked. “Kriiis! Come on, knucklehead! Wake up!” No answer. "Kris! If you don't open this door, I'm gonna kick it down!" Still no answer “Alright! You asked for it!” He backed up all the way to the wall, charging up like he was a bull in an arena. He began to scream and ran straight at the door with his shoulder prepared to break it down. But what he didn’t expect, was the door suddenly opening, and him falling right on his face and skidding across the carpet. Kris was standing right by the door holding onto the doorknob. Dressed in his favorite leaf green and pastel yellow turtleneck. Long stringy chestnut-colored bangs falling in front on his pale face, masking gleaming crimson eyes. “Oh, there you are, Kris!” Asriel said casually, scrambling up from the floor. “Are you ready for your first day of school…??” “...” The 5-year-old stared at his much bigger brother, and then just smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Kris didn’t say much, even when he did speak, it was never more than a few words. “Great! Let’s go, or Mom will kill both of us!” Asriel gently grasped Kris’ hand as they both ran out of the bedroom and into the Living Room, where Toriel was just packing the last of the supplies into Kris’ backpack. She’d gone over the list multiple times over the past few weeks, checking, re-checking, and dumping everything out to make sure it was all accounted for. She was finally confident that he had everything he needed for a successful first day at Kindergarten. “Kris, my child, are you sure you do not want me to trim your bangs back a little…?” She asked as she handed the two their lunch-boxes. Kris nodded. She sighed. No point in trying to argue when they were already five minutes away from being late… “Mom, if we see him on the way, can we say hi to Daddy…?” Asriel questioned Toriel. Toriel sighed through her nose. “We shall see…” === Unfortunately, they didn’t see Asgore on the drive to School. Made sense, since the Shop he’d been spending more and more time at was on the other side of town. The Dreemurr’s little red car was soon pulling up to the massive School. Seeing as how it was the only School in Hometown, it had to double as a Daycare, Kindergarten, Elementary School, Middle School, and Highschool all at the same time. The Kindergarten was in the North-East wing while the Elementary Students generally stuck to the regular East wing. Kris’ red eyes could be seen practically shimmering from behind his bangs, his smile only growing wider and wider as Toriel led him and Asriel inside. She kindly asked her eldest to go wait in her classroom while she showed Kris where he was. “I won’t be staying with you, Mommy…?” Kris finally spoke in a quiet timid tone. They had stopped right outside the Door with butterflies and Smiling Suns drawn all over it.   “I’m afraid not just yet, my child…But in only a year or two, I promise you’ll be in my Classroom just like Asriel!” She reassured him, getting down on one knee so she was at his level. “Now, be good for me, alright…? I know you’ll do great…!” Giving him one final tight hug goodbye, Toriel ushered Kris inside and shut the door. Kris’ wide bright smile slowly began to sink, as all the little kids in his new class turned their head collectively to him. The room went dead quiet as soon as he'd stepped in. At a desk in the corner was a sort of Reindeer Monster, only with an unconvincing Toupee and dark circles under his eyes from stress and lack of sleep. “Hello there! You must be Kris…!” The Teacher greeted. “We’re all…Very excited to have you here! Please find yourself a seat…!” Kris’s smile only dropped more, as he walked through the classroom looking for an unoccupied desk. His ears were able to pick up every single murmur and whisper. “what is that?” “is that a human…?” “my mommy told me about humans…!” "It's so weird looking, where's the rest of its fur?" “they have big long sticks that shoot metal and fire…!” “do you think it’ll show us where it keeps its blood…?” “my mommy told me that humans are mean…!” “whatever it is, I don’t want it sitting with us. It smells funny…” Kris cringed. He tried his best to block out their words but finding a table with both an empty seat and kids who weren't giving him dirty looks was hard. The teacher must have realized how much attention he’d drawn from his presence alone. “U-Uhh…Hey, Kris! How about you sit over there with Noelle and Catty!” He said, pointing to the table closest to his own desk. A chubby white kitten with yellow eyes and black hair in a ponytail, and a little Reindeer girl who looked very similar to the Teacher (only with blond hair in two tiny pigtails) were sitting there. When Kris came near their table, they seemed to be the only kids in class who didn’t visibly flinch when he looked at them. And it wasn’t like he had any other choices. This was his seat now I guess. “Okay, class! Now that we're all here and accounted for, why don’t we get started with introductions? You say your name, and then something you like! I’ll start! My name is Mr. Holiday, and I like Christmas Lights!” Hands of varying shapes, sizes, and colors shot into the air. Some answers were rather mediocre if you asked Kris. Actually, all of them were pretty unrelatable to him. There was this odd tight sensation in his chest. He couldn’t understand what it was or what was causing it. But for whatever reason, it made him keep his hand down. His head was down, staring at the table. He could feel a burning feeling in his eyes that he recognized as tears. He didn't wanna have to raise his hand and answer to a class of Monsters who made it very clear there was something…Different about him. Something…wrong with him… “Anybody else?” Mr. Holiday asked after the majority of the class had introduced themselves, and then repeated. His eyes drifting down to Kris as if he believed he couldn’t see him. Still, Kris kept his hand down. After a moment, Mr. Holiday just sighed. “Alright then. Get out a piece of paper, we’re going to practice the basic rules of math!” Kris reached into his book bag and pulled out a blank sheet of notebook paper. But as he looked deeper and deeper, he realized something. He couldn’t find any pencils! He just kept digging and digging through all the crap Toriel had shoved in there, but… no pencils! Noelle must have noticed Kris’s increased frantic sifting. “Do you need any help…?” She asked in a sweet voice that rang like a brand new bell. After fruitlessly looking for a third time, Kris nodded. “I-I can’t find my pencil…” He muttered, so only Catty and Noelle could hear. “Oh! That’s okay! My daddy got me way too many…!” Noelle reached into her book bag and dropped an entire case of Christmas Themed Pencils on the desk. Reindeers, Santa Clauses, Elves, Candy Canes. If you can think it, she had a pencil that had it printed on. Kris eventually settled on a red and white striped pencil since he wanted to leave her with all the pretty pencils. “You know…I actually think humans are really cool…! I always wanted to know what one actually looked like…!” Noelle smiled at Kris, clearly recognizing his discomfort in a classroom of monsters and trying to make him feel better. But the irony was, what she just said might have only made him feel worse…Was that what he was to these kids? A strange never before seen animal to gawk and stare at…? === After what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, indicating it was Lunchtime. Mr. Holiday ushered the room of Kindergartners to the large playground just outside. Off to the side of the play equipment were benches for all the kids to sit, eat, and chat at. Kris took the only completely empty bench left and opened his lunchbox. A ham and cheese sandwich, a bottle of milk, some sliced apples, and a leftover slice of Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie for dessert. As much as he wanted to dig into the pie first, Toriel had always told him that sweets would spoil the rest of his meal if they had dessert first. So, reluctantly he took a few bites out of his sandwich. He wasn’t really paying much attention to anyone else around. Suddenly all the other kids began to scream, their footsteps indicating some were running away. Kris looked up for a moment (assuming for a moment they were running from him.) That’s when he saw her. A Lizard Monster girl dressed in a cute purple and white jumper, not much bigger than him. She had light violet scales and dark brown hair with bangs that were covering her face in a similar way to Kris’s bangs. Only he could still see golden yellow eyes glowing from behind them. She scanned the entire playground, like a crazed T-Rex looking for its prey.  When her eyes locked onto Kris. He tried to move but something kept him pinned to his seat. Before he could barely react, she ran up and shoved him harshly off of the bench. “Give me your lunch, freak!!” She barked. Kris stayed silent. Just hugging the paper bag closer to his chest and shaking his head. “Give it now or I’ll take it myself!” Again, Kris said nothing. “What’s wrong with you?? Can’t you speak??” “...” “...That’s it!” The little girl grabbed Kris by his sleeve and yanked his arms away from the bag, forcing him to release it. She easily snatched it and just sauntered away. “And don’t bother telling the Teacher. He’ll never believe a freak like you.” She growled over her shoulder. Kris just laid there on the ground in shock, watching her go. He looked around at all the other kids, who were just standing there. Contempt and pity in their eyes. But no one even attempted to help him. His chest heaved as he bit back tears. His lunch was gone. His arms were sore. And that bully had made a point he couldn’t help considering was true. Would the teacher really take his word over one of his own…? Was it worth risking? Or would it just get him in more trouble…? The kids all eventually shuffled back to the benches to finish their lunch, and then played. But Kris stayed behind on the bench. No one would probably want to play with a freak like him anyway. He’d never felt more lonely in his short life than right then… === Before he knew it. The day was over. Toriel and Asriel were waiting at the door of the Kindergarten for him. He came out sulking. The wide smile he’d entered with was long gone. How long until Toriel realized something was off? “Hello, Kris…!” She said with a beaming smile, bending down and giving him a great big hug. “How was your first day?” “...” “C’mon, Kris! Mom’s gonna take us to QC’s Diner!” Said Asriel, not noticing the sad expression on his sibling either. Toriel led her children out of the School the same way she led them in. Both on parallel sides of her, holding her hand. She looked down at them, smiling through her reading glasses. “So…How was your first day, Kris…?” She repeated. Kris thought about it for a moment. Should he lie, or tell her the truth of what actually happened…? “well…” “M-Mom! You’re hurting me!” Kris heard a familiar gruff and scary voice begin to fuss and cry. “I don’t GIVE a shit! Get your ass in the car and shut your damn mouth!” Another woman slurred. Kris looked in the direction the voices were coming from. As he’d guessed, it was that same bully who stole her lunch earlier. Another monster, her mother by the sounds of it, was roughly dragging her by her arm to a dirty beat up old pick-up truck parked on the curb. “Rotten…” Toriel muttered, standing and watching as the mother threw open the door of the car and shoved her daughter inside. For a brief second, the bully and Kris made eye contact, before the door was slammed shut. The mother got in the driver’s side, before squealing away. “Poor child, having such a nasty woman for a mother…Oh well, nothing can be done about it…” Toriel said, sounding half uncertain. But it was already too late now. She ushered Asriel and Kris into the backseat of their squeaky clean red minivan. === -Later that night- Toriel tucked in Asriel first, and Kris second. “Mommy…” Kris began as Toriel tucked the blankets up to his neck. “Hm? Yes, my child…?” “When will I get my horns like Asriel…?” She paused, trying to think of a proper answer to give. “I-I…I’m sure it won’t be much longer…!” She tried to reassure him. “...Mommy…” Kris said again, voice lower and shakier. “Am I…different…?” Toriel was taken aback. Never would she expect such a question to come from a child. Though in hindsight, she realized it was only a matter of time before Kris realized they weren’t like any of the Monsters in town… “What makes you say that…?” “a-at school today…Everyone wouldn’t stop staring at me…I heard them call me ‘weird’, or ‘a freak’…did…did I do something wrong, Mommy…?" Her heart ached as she listened to her child hold back tears. “Oh, sweetie…You know there’s nothing wrong with you, nor did you yourself do anything wrong…Yes, you may be different, very different, but do you want to know something…?” “What…?” “You’re the most special kind of different they come by…! You are the future of humans and monsters everywhere. I know things may be hard, but just give everyone some time to come around. And even if they don’t, know that we will always love you no matter who you are or what you become…” Toriel brushed Kris’ hair out of his face, wiping away his tears and giving him a tender kiss on the forehead. “Sleep well, my-” A loud knock on the door interrupted her. Toriel sighed as if she knew exactly who was there. “I’ll be right back…” Of course, she should have expected Kris of all children to disrespect a simple order. As soon as Toriel was out of the room, he waited for a minute, and then slowly crept out of bed and out the door. Once in the hallway, he pressed his back to the wall, able to hear every word that was being said. “Asgore, what are you doing here?” “Please, Tori…I just want to see my children…” “They’re asleep. And even if they weren’t, you really think I’d let them stay with you in that rundown shithole you call a shop?” “B-Business hasn’t been doing so great, but I can clean up…! I-I can-” “Business was never doing great. You’re the one who quit your job and made the very impulsive decision to open a business using most of the family’s savings, and as I expected, it was doomed to fail. Now I’m left as the sole provider for our children. You made your bed, Asgore. Now lie in it…!” “I’ll find a way…! I’ll fix this…! I’ll make it up to you…!” “Face it, Asgore…We’re just not the same we used to be…The spark we felt when we first met is gone…I...I think it’s time we…” “Tori, y-you can’t be serious…! Think of our kids…! How will they feel about this? You’re really going to put them through that…?” “...How dare you label me as the bad guy here…!! I have done nothing but the best for our children and I will continue to from here until the end of time…! And I personally think you are the least best thing for them…You are childish, impulsive, and reckless…! And I refuse to have them influenced by you…” “T-Tori…Please…Don’t do this…!” “Asgore…Just…Leave…Leave and don’t bother coming back…” A moment passed of uncomfortable silence before the door slammed. Kris held a hand to his mouth, trying to choke back tears that couldn’t be held down. He’d never before heard his two loving parents speak to each other like that. So this was the reason Toriel never let him or Asriel see their own father…But…They couldn’t be over…! Parents were supposed to love each other no matter what…! To always be there for each other, and to always be in agreement…Right…? Toriel huffed and walked back into the hallway, immediately noticing Kris sitting there, crying and hiccoughing. She stared at him horrified, realizing he’d just heard everything. “K-Kris…I…” “You and daddy are going to stay together, right…?” He asked. "Kris...Sweetie..." "Right!?" They made eye contact. Small red-ish brown eyes meeting large crimson ones swimming with tears. “.…Darling, please...just...go back to bed…”

[universeoflyenkrenz]

i attempted to kill myself on Christmas Day

December 25, 2017.

I woke up at about 7:28 am, with my head heavy and and my heart perfectly still. I woke up to the sound of my sister banging the door, calling me to wake up. Oh, that’s right. We were supposed to go Island Hopping today as a family to celebrate Christmas, and my mother probably spent a lot of money on it. On the days prior to Christmas, I’ve been deliberately trying to get myself sick in the hopes of not joining the island hopping, and today, I am successful. I texted my mother how I didn’t want to go because I was sick.

She climbed up to my room and entered, she saw me lying on the bed, she asked me if I wanted to come, “You could just nap on the boat, it’s a pretty big boat.” she said. I wondered if those were the last words I’ll hear from her. I told her it wouldn’t make sense for me to join an island hopping if I were to just sleep on the boat. I asked her if she really wanted me to come, and she said yes. I love my mother, I really do. She is the only person I am living for. But I’m sorry, mom, I needed the chance today. She said people were waiting downstairs, and when I refused to get up, she kissed my forehead, told me to be in charge of feeding the dogs, and left. I am happy that my forehead was kissed by my mother before I die.

A few seconds after that, I bolted up. I looked outside my window, and saw the entire family entering the pick-up. You still have time a hopeful part of me said. You could just call your mom on the phone to give you 5 minutes, and you can change, and you can still have a fun Christmas my own words echoed in my mind, but my body refused to move, and my eyes remember vividly as the car pulled out of the driveway and left. 10 years ago, I would be crying on my bed, worrying about how stupid I am and how much I’ve disappointed mom, and I’d call her and tell her I’ll catch up. But that was 10 years ago. A lot has changed since then, and while I couldn’t exactly tell the stories of the events that led to my death, these events made me grow up really fast. Too fast.

And so I was alone, and it was time to do what was only waiting to be done. I struggled to tell myself to stay on my bed, my mind in all her rational prowess attempted to glue my body to the sheets, unable to move and perform the deed. But my body had a mind of it’s own. I don’t even remember standing up, I don’t remember opening the door. I only have vivid sunspots of my feet walking towards a destination only it knows. As I entered the garage, it reminded me of walking into a jewelry store, as I looked for a wire that would perfectly fit my neck.

I got the wire, it was a thin sturdy white one often used for electronics, but with enough pressure and at the right height, it was enough. I have done my research. I climbed the stairs and tied one end to the pole, and i let the other dangle. I grabbed the chair and climbed up, and I began to wrap the wire around my neck. It felt thick. Sharp. Tight. I knew that if I jumped and kicked back the chair the other end tied to the pole would hold and the end tied around my neck would snap my throat, and, after a couple of minutes, I’ll pass out due to the lack of oxygen in my brain, and I won’t feel a thing. I won’t have to wake up. It felt like I was about to take the biggest nap of my life - guilty, daunting, but comforting.

My fingers held onto the wire wrapped around my neck, my left one securing it, and my other wriggling me out of it. It was like the part of me who was waiting for self-preservation refused to go without a fight. But it was too late, I was staring at death in the face. My brush with death has never been closer. I looked at the clock: 8:10 am. I can’t believe it was this easy. All I had to do was to jump. I thought of what they’ll see once they come back home from their Christmas celebration: my limp, lifeless body hanging from the back of the staircase, my neck bruised, my lips blue, the essence of my death surrounding the living room. I wonder who will see me first? Who will enter the house first and be the first to see me dead? I wonder if my mother will scream. I wonder if she’ll stay in shock. I wonder if all of them will cover their mouths in horror and awe of my morbid spectacle. But alas, I knew these thoughts were futile, I will never get to see it. I’l be long asleep before then.

As I felt the wire mark my neck from the pressure, I decided to climb off of the chair, and tweet about it. I do not think it’s fair to just do a performance without inviting others to enjoy, is it? I took a photo of the wire, and I captioned it as another plot twist of 2017. People thought I was joking. They even greeted me Merry Christmas, and some just liked the tweet. Depressing humour has always been my brand, you see. Fortunately, one friend of mine, found the tweet to be a scooch to the realistic, and messaged me on our groupchat. As always, she attempted to talk me out of it, which I appreciated. But by then, only very little could change my mind, if at all. The thought of writing suicide letters quickly brushed my mind, but I tucked it away. I know writing them would only make me sentimental and weak, and I didn’t need that right now.

I dialled the Philippines 24/7 Suicide Hotline, 804-4673 and 091755846773. Nobody answered, and I found it funny. They must’ve thought, Really? Killing yourself on Christmas Day? Give us a break! I lied down on the couch, chatting with my friend who is haphazardly asking me to stop attempting to kill myself, and at the same time I’m already fantasizing my tombstone: 

February 19, 1998 - December 25, 2017

And I think it looked good. I think it made a statement. I think it stood as a wake up call to people. I often wondered what my death will mean to some people. Will they all mourn? Will my siblings finally be happy that I’m no longer there to attempt to help them become better people? Will my mother be relieved that she has one less mouth to feed? Will my mother’s boyfriend be disappointed? Will my own ex-boyfriend be happy that he’s finally free? Will my school guidance counselor, whom I made a promise to, be disappointed as well? Will my friends be angry? Will they think I’m selfish? Will some people be satisfied that I’m no longer on the running to make Best Thesis? I’ll never know. I suppose it wouldn’t matter. 

I took up Psychology as a major because I wanted to help people like me, who wake up everyday feeling inadequate, and help them save themselves. But before I could do that, what if I’m the one who’s never saved? What about all the suicides future me could have prevented? All the children, teenagers, and adults whose life could have more meaning had I just talked to them?

But you can’t talk from beyond the grave, can you?

It was 9:10 am, it’s been an hour, and I suppose if I were to do this, it was now or never. I climbed back up on the chair, and once again felt the stinging embrace of the wire around my neck. I bent my knees, feeling the pressure against my throat and the increasing difficulty to breathe. All I had to do was jump. Jump. Jump! JUMP! JUMP JUMP JUMP JUMP JUMP KICK THAT CHAIR OFF AND EMBRACE THIS, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED, FEEL THAT WIRE AROUND YOUR NECK, SUFFOCATING YOU AND DESTROYING YOUR MEMORIES OF THIS CRUEL, LIFELESS WORLD. ALL YOU HAD TO WAS J U M P. And I was crying, I was fighting myself, I was in pain. 

But I didn’t jump. I removed the wire around my neck, felt the bruises already forming, went back upstairs, and slept. I could feel the dark ink-like liquid of depression seep into my deepest crevices. And I will wake up, I will meet my family, act like everything is okay, and the cycle continues.

I am so, so, so sorry for not being able to break that cycle, self.

[winwiniswinning]

Clumsy Feet | Taeyong

Requested by @kookiexdae: Hi I was wondering if I could request a Taeyong scenario in which you two meet as trainees and you have difficulty dancing and he helps you out and then bc he likes you asks you out or something like that? fluffy plz thank u <3

Genre: Fluff | honestly think there’s like little bit of angst at the beginning?

Word Count: 1969

Warnings: None (unless you’re counting my crappy writing that will possibly make all of you go blind from reading it)

Creds to @megan1tuan for reading this and giving me the confidence to post this haha

Beads of sweat ran down the back of your neck and drenched your t-shirt as you tried and failed once again to complete the set of fast foot steps. You blocked out your dance teacher’s screaming, making it muffled like you were underwater. You already knew everything she was saying anyways. How you should be working harder, you weren't improving whatsoever, and you'd end up being kicked out if you performed like that at the monthly evaluation that was coming up. You knew. She had screamed that in your ear at least a hundred times by now.

You didn't even have to look up to know that all your fellow trainees were looking at you with pity. You hated that. Being looked down upon or with pity made you feel horrible. But you knew they only did that because they knew how hard you worked, and how little all your work did.

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12:00, midnight. You were exhausted and frustrated with yourself. You've been staying behind after everyone else to put in extra practice every night. And every night, you felt like you were getting worse instead of improving.

Right now, you were trying to do the entire dance routine perfectly. The monthly evaluation was at 7:00 in the morning and you were not going to allow yourself to get kicked out of SM because you couldn't perfect one dance routine.

Taeyong passed by the practice room you're using and peeked in through the window in curiosity when he heard loud music playing. He thought he was the only who practiced late and the idea of someone else being so dedicated as to practice to midnight like him made Taeyong excited.

Seeing you dancing hard in front of the mirror, he admired your determination to get the routine down. But he really couldn't deny the fact that your dancing was rather messy. Taeyong remembered to a time about a week ago when Jaehyun and Yuta talked about how bad of a dancer you were and laughed at a video that one of the girl trainees had taken during practice. Taeyong had felt horrible when he saw Jaehyun and Yuta, two close friends of his, making fun of another trainee. But he knew that you weren't as bad of a trainee as people made you out to be. Taeyong had heard plenty of other things about you too. How you were always complimented for amazing vocal and rapping abilities. And how you wrote great lyrics for songs that you made yourself. Taeyong hated to think that all of your talent could end up wasted just because you were a slower learner when it came to dance.

He opened the door quietly and slipped into the practice room. You paid no attention and continued dancing.

Your steps were muddled and messy but it wasn't too terrible. Taeyong figured that if the teacher had spent a bit of extra time on doing the steps, you would have it down. Now the main problem was your coordination. Your arms and legs seemed like they didn't even belong to you. Flopping and not strong and graceful.

While focusing hard on dancing, you feel as though you were being watched. Like someone was burning a hole through your back. You lifted your head up and spotted Taeyong standing behind you. You could feel your mouth opening in surprise. Taeyong was an extremely popular trainee, what with his rapping, vocals, dancing, and amazing visuals. Girls would always giggle about him and other cute boy trainees during break.

You had seen him dance before and was amazed by his skills. Every move of his was sharp and powerful. Not wanting to look weak, you straightened your back and turned off the music. “Why are you here?”

Naturally, Taeyong put on his cold exterior in response. Without missing a beat, he coldly replied with seemingly no emotion, “Your arms are a flailing mess, you keep on skipping over the same footsteps, and you're off beat.”

Without warning, your eyebrows furrowed and tears formed in your eyes. In seconds, the waterworks started and you were quietly sobbing to yourself. You knew that everything Taeyong was saying was right. The entire time, you had been trying to keep up to the music and control your movements. Hearing him say what you had already known with such a straight, cold face made you break.

Taeyong was startled by your sudden tears. Having no experience with girls, especially crying ones, he stood silently, frantically wondering what he should do. Deciding that a crying girl was no different from a crying boy, Taeyong approached you the same way he did with his younger trainee friends. Quietly, he stepped forward and gently pulled your head towards his chest. Keeping one hand on the back of your head, he wrapped the other around your waist. As Taeyong gently stroked your hair, he whispered, “I’m sorry for being so cold. Please stop crying.”

Having not been held by someone for so long, you started crying harder. Although you had just met him, you couldn’t help feeling like his hug had a nice, familiar feeling. The two of you stood there for five minutes. Even after you stopped crying, Taeyong continued to hold you to his chest. Your arms had found their way to wrap around his waist tightly, burying yourself in his soft sweatshirt stained with your tears.

“Are you feeling okay now? I’m so sorry, I was too harsh with you. I know that we’re having the monthly evaluation tomorrow so would you like me to help you with the dance routine?” Taeyong asked as you withdrew yourself from him.

Smiling through your tear stained face, “That would be great. Thanks,”

You were surprised by how different Taeyong was acting now from before. Although still skeptical about how you felt towards him, you gladly accepted his offer. He was considered one of the best dancers out of the trainees for a reason.

After that, Taeyong was much gentler to you and showed his real side; a soft, cuddly, little teddy bear that was willing to do anything to help. The two of you spent hours going over the entire routine and he was extremely patient in helping you with parts that you found difficult. The way he taught you was so much better than the dance teacher. Part of it was because he had you do the moves slowly at first and then build up your speed, but another part was that he made the atmosphere light and comfortable. Even though he knew that you only had a limited amount of time before the evaluation, he made jokes and gave you breaks. You were so grateful towards him. You knew that Taeyong could have easily passed by you and gone back to catch some sleep. But instead he took time (lots of time) to help you out. It was one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest thing that someone had done for you since you’d become a trainee.

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“Yes, Y/N! You did it!” Taeyong swooped you up in his arms, a move that caught you off guard for a moment. Once getting used to his warm arms around you, you laughed as he twirled you around. After working together on the dance routine for 5 hours, the sun was rising and you had finally been able to complete the entire routine without any mistakes.

High-fiving one another, you were both grinning ear to ear and standing there looking at each other. Realizing that the moment was getting rather awkward, Taeyong looked past you to see the sunrise. He couldn’t help but think that you looked so beautiful with the sun’s warm rays glowing behind you; it made you look like an angel.

“Hey Taeyong, you okay there?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He had been staring at you with a faraway gaze for a bit now and it was starting to creep you out. Although you really couldn’t deny the heat rising in you, heading straight for your face. Shaking his head a bit to get rid of those seemingly unnecessary thoughts about you, Taeyong gave a small smile back.

“Sorry, seems I sort of drifted off a bit from staying up so much.”

You felt a pang in your chest at his words. You knew that you were the reason he was so tired and out of it. Noting the small fall in your smile, Taeyong grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you gently. “It’s alright. It’s not your fault that I’m tired. I wanted to help you, didn’t I?” He reassured. “Hey, let’s go to McDonalds! We have some time before the testing and you need some good ol’ food in that tummy.” Taeyong followed by poking you gently in the stomach, eliciting a giggle from you.

Over an extremely unhealthy meal that a trainee definitely should not be eating, Taeyong and you spoke about the most random of topics. From your pets, favorite colors, funny trainee stories, to what words rhymed as you guys tried to form a rap together. You found yourself having much more fun that you’d experienced in a long time. Taeyong was very enjoyable company and had many interesting facts that he eagerly shared with you. And in the course of a simple short hour, you found out more about him than you ever thought you would.

Despite wanting to spend the entirety of the day with him, you knew that it was time to return to the SM building. The hands on the clock were quickly approaching six o’clock, the time when trainees were supposed to gather to prepare for the evaluation. Taeyong and you walked briskly back to the entertainment building as you chatted about your life back home. Taeyong almost wanted to burst out laughing at the animated expressions and hand movements you made to accompany your enthusiastic voice while you gushed about funny experiences, your friends, and how you became a trainee. He found them extremely endearing and unique to you.

Stopping in front of the sliding glass door of SM, Taeyong held your wrist to keep you from entering the building. His joyful expression had turned into one of nervousness. He fiddled a bit with his fingers.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You laughed gently at his sudden change in personality.

Taeyong gave himself a small, You can do it! in his head before clasping his hands together. “Okay, so I know we haven’t known each other for that long,” He started slowly.

“Only like…” Pausing for a second, he counted on his fingers slowly. “Six hours.” He grinned at you. “But I really like your personality. You’re funny, sweet, energetic and so much more. And I admire the way you’re so driven with all of training. And honestly, I think I’m getting ahead of myself, but would you consider going on a date or two with me? Because I really want to know you more and spend more time too cause you-”

You interrupted his cute ramble and your heart seemed to pump faster as you spoke. “Of course.”

“What?”

“I said, I’d love to go on a date or two with you.” And more to yourself than him, you mumbled, “And maybe be your girlfriend later.”

His face lit up like a little kid on Christmas day, not only from you agreeing, but also because he managed to catch what you said to yourself. You guys smiled goofily at each other for a minute before you remembered that the clock was ticking and you really did need to get into the building. Quickly, you squished his cute little cheeks and gave a small peck on his nose before hurrying into the building.

“Wish me good luck on my evaluation!”