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Lee Juyeon - Stereotypes

quarterback! Juyeon x femcheerleader! reader

Warnings: bottom Juyeon, pegging, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving)

The energy is high on the field, spectators screaming wildly from the bleachers as Juyeon scored the winning touchdown for your college football team, crowning them the national champion. You watch with pride as his teammates swarm him, throwing him up in the air in victory. He laughs heartily as they celebrate him, all dazzling smiles as he waves to his adoring fans, wading his way through the crowd to get to you. Once he spots you, you run towards him, jumping into his arms and he catches you effortlessly, capturing your lips in a long, passionate kiss.

You kiss him back just as fiercely, as the crowd explodes once more in cheers, oohs and ahhs from the spectators as their favorite campus couple all but makes out in celebration. After what feels like hours, you break apart, gasping for air, smiling giddily at each other. He looks so handsome, hair slicked back with sweat, honey skin glimmering under the warm stadium lights, and you could stay there staring down at him forever in his arms but his coach has other plans. Coach Kim grimaces at your very public displays of affection, barking out an order for a team de-brief, telling you that you can celebrate later. Begrudgingly, you hop off Juyeon's waist and he laughs softly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, promising to see you later.

You walk away with a smirk, thinking about your plans for a perfect celebration.

You wait patiently for the boys to file into the locker room, and you linger outside, checking the time, checking your nails, checking your phone, until most of the boys finished showering and had left the locker room. Looking around to ensure no one sees you entering the boys locker room, you quickly slip inside with your gym bag in tow. You chance upon another footballer, Sunwoo, and he flinches in surprise at your sudden appearance. However, he quickly recovers, catching on to your intentions of being in the locker room. "Juyeon hyung just got out of the shower. He's the last one in there. Just be careful, noona, the doors don't have locks," he smirks, wiggling his immaculate eyebrows as he walks out.

Strolling deeper into the shower room, foggy from the hot water, your gaze finally lands on the man you've been looking for all evening. He's got his back to you, towelling his hair off, clad in a fresh t-shirt and loose shorts. "Ahem."

Juyeon whips around at the sound, eyes wide when he sees you still clad in your cheerleader uniform, clutching your gym bag rather ominously. He jogs over to you, smiling widely and cups your cheeks, kissing you deeply again. "Hey baby," he grins, and your lips curve into a smile that mirrors his. "Hey yourself. You did amazing out there you know," you drawl, tracing a manicured fingertip down his sharp nose.

Juyeon's breath hitches. You're using that voice that you save for certain occasions, when you're in charge, and he gulps nervously, unsure if this was one of those situations. Whatever it is, he's definitely on board, especially since you're in your cheer uniform, which drives him absolutely wild. It's a wonder how he ever manages to focus on the game when you're on the sidelines looking like that.

"Did I?"

"Yes, baby, you did so well. So much that I think you deserve a reward, hmm?" you murmur, your voice dropping into a dangerously low whisper.

Juyeon whimpers, a tiny sound from a large, rather intimidating man. The sound he makes triggers something feral within you, having this big man becoming putty in your much smaller hands. You step back with a smirk, opening your gym bag to reveal...

A strap-on and a bottle of lube.

Juyeon gasps, trembling from excitement. You've barely even touched him but he's so ready for whatever you're going to give him. You pull him into another kiss, harsher and messier this time, clashing teeth and biting his lips, winding your fingers into his damp hair, making him moan needily into your mouth. It's hot, and adrenaline starts to fill your veins again, just like the feeling on the field from less than an hour ago, which now feels so long ago.

You pull apart, needing more than just his kisses, and he whines, chasing your lips. Hushing him, you push him up against the lockers, making him shiver when his back makes contact with the cool metal. Juyeon keens when you begin kissing up his neck, marking the skin with lipstick and bite marks, sucking deep purple bruises wherever you like. He moans suddenly, when you suckle at the spot beneath his earlobe, where he's most sensitive, and his hands fly to your waist, grabbing your pert ass to ground himself.

Speaking of grinding, the boy can't contain himself, trying to get some friction by rubbing his clothed cock against your abdomen, eyes screwed shut as his large hands bunch up your skirt in desperation. You run your fingers up his tummy, scratching lightly, only to reach up to rub his sensitive nipples under his shirt, making his moans echo through the steam-filled room. You pull away just as fast as you started playing with his nipples, and he whines at the loss of contact.

Instead, you turn him around and push him back onto the lockers, making him jut his ass out for you. He waits with bated breath as you run your warm hands around his bottom, pulling his shorts down to reveal his tanned behind and his clenching pink hole, bared by a clean jock strap. "Well, well, it's like you knew what I planned for you tonight," you smirk, trailing your finger up his crack to his fluttering hole.

"I-I didn't know... but I hoped you would. I even prepped myself just in case," came his shaky reply. The back of his neck is red, and his high cheekbones are flushed as he turns away from you, avoiding your intense gaze. You giggle at his adorable shyness. You've been together for ages, and lead a healthy sex life, but you rarely top him, saving those times for a rare treat like this occasion, which makes it all the more special for the both of you. Juyeon has no problems with letting you top, but it's just that you typically prefer to bottom for him, which works out fine for you two.

"What a good boy," you purr. "Good boys deserve a treat, hmm?"

Juyeon's knees nearly buckle at your words. "Y-yes please," he pleads, turning to look at you imploringly wishing you would hurry and touch him. You hum as you oblige, pulling the lube out and popping it open, making him flinch at the sound ringing through the empty room. His back ripples with arousal as the cold gel drips onto his ass, sliding down the curve of his butt and down his crack, narrowly missing his hole. You generously coat your fingers in the substance too, and he yelps out loud when you press your fingers onto his rim.

"How many fingers did you use?" you demand.

"Th-three"

"Perfect," you snicker, pressing a finger into his hole, which gives way easily, and Juyeon arches his back in pleasure, moaning as you move your finger in and out slowly. It's not enough, and he needs more, so he begins squirming, begging you for more. Again, you oblige, working in another finger, and then another, pumping them in and out as he grinds back, groaning loudly when you curl your fingers inside him, brushing against his prostate.

"I'm ready, please just give it to me, I need you inside me now, babe," he pants, his damp hair falling into his eyes. You soothe him with a kiss, pulling your fingers out and brushing his hair out of his face with your clean hand. He turns his head, excitedly watching you put the strap on and lube it up generously, dripping with clear slick the way he likes it, and his eyes are dripping with lust as he watches you prowl closer, the black silicone dick sticking out from under your skirt. It's a sinfully beautiful sight, and Juyeon thinks he could cum just by looking at you, but he decides to restrain himself.

"Ready, sunshine?" you coo, stroking his face gently. He inhales deeply, nodding eagerly, meeting you for another kiss, assuring each other with mutual trust. You position yourself behind him, and his eyes sparkle as you line up your silicone cock with his hole, and he lets out a guttural moan when you finally sink your cock into his warmth. It's long and thick, almost the same size as Juyeon's own dick, and he loves it. You've tried other sizes on him before, but he likes this one with you the best.

You start a steady pace, hard and deep, and poor Juyeon is moaning unabashedly, long fingers scrambling for purchase on the lockers to hold himself up since you're taking away the strength in his legs with every drill into his prostate. "Fuck fuck baby right there mmmh don't stop!" he sobs, his large frame jolting as you fuck him harder and faster, feeling his climax building up, and the strain of his erection against his jockstrap is starting to hurt. He cups a hand over his own bulge, trying to rub it out, but you quickly tug his hand away, making him whine. "You can cum untouched, can't you, baby?" you purr, still brutally fucking him as your hand sneaks up his shirt again, toying with his perky nipples once more.

"I c-can't, it hurts, I wanna cum, baby, I need it," he gasps, dropping his head onto the locker with a clang, too overwhelmed to remain upright. You've got him bent over, barely holding himself up against the lockers as you mercilessly pound into his tight ass. It surely would be an amusing sight if anyone walked in on the scene, seeing their star quarterback pathetically begging his much shorter cheerleader girlfriend to fuck him senseless. But neither of you cared what anyone else thought, which is why Juyeon isn't bothering to keep his pornographic sounds down.

Juyeon's whines and moans become more frantic as he approaches his climax, and you feel rather bad for him, knowing how much it hurt for his big cock to be restrained like that, so you pull down his jockstrap just enough to free his aching cock, which slaps wetly against his abs, and Juyeon lets out a grateful sob. You slow your movements down into hard, deep thrusts as you wrap a hand around his leaking cock, pumping it in time with your thrusts. He's so close to the edge, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure as he throws his ass back, meeting you halfway.

"I'm g-gonna cum, baby," he wheezes, and soon enough, one hard jolt into his prostate is sending him over the edge, ropes of white cum splattering from his tip all over the floor. He sobs pathetically, squirming as you continue to stroke him through his orgasm, milking him of every last bit of cum into the puddle of white on the floor. Completely spent, he slumps against the lockers, trying to catch his breath as you pepper his neck and shoulders with soothing kisses, your cock still pressed up deliciously inside him. "Thank you baby, I'll make it up to you when we get home," he mumbles dazedly, his words somewhat muffled by the lockers.

True enough, after another quick shower and washing the cum off the locker room floor, Juyeon drives you home to your shared apartment, where he returns the favor by eating you out like a starved man, fingering you at the same time, making you scream as you climaxed, clamping your thighs around his head and making your neighbors hate you. Afterwards, a relaxing bath together and midnight pizza while watching tv, and you found yourselves cuddling in bed.

All in all, not a bad way to celebrate the football team's biggest win yet.

A/N: I know nothing about sports, so please forgive me for any inaccuracies.

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lullaby | j.b

pairings: jacob bae x reader genre: neighbour au, strangers to lovers, kind of implied that you both are in college summary: in which your new neighbour sings you to sleep every night since the walls in your building are so thin, and you fall in love with his voice word count: 5.4k series: sankyeom’s 2k followers celebration note: yes i’m in love with jacob’s a to boyz video. yes it inspired this fic. yes i’m going through it.

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When your old neighbour moved out, you couldn’t be happier at the news.

The girl living in the apartment next to yours used to blast her music late at night and into the early morning, and she always kept you up. Sometimes she did it just for fun, other times she did it to overpower the sound of her arguing with her boyfriend. Either way, you would be up at night wanting nothing more than to go over to your neighbour’s apartment and break her door down as a form of revenge.

But you didn’t, because you quite liked your apartment and didn’t want to give your landlord a reason to kick you out.

Instead, you and your other neighbours filed enough noise complaints to the building’s owner until the girl moved out on her own accord. If you had to pinpoint the worst three months of your life, it would be the time when that girl lived next door to you.

Of course it wasn’t entirely her fault; your apartment building had hilariously thin walls. Her music wasn’t the worst thing you had heard through the walls, but it was certainly the loudest and most consistent thing that bothered you.

For a few weeks, the apartment next to yours was vacant, and you were able to relish in the silence that you had been dreaming about for so many gruelling nights. One afternoon after you came home from your day of classes to find the elderly lady who lives a few doors down for you peeking outside her front door.

“Hi Mrs Kim,” you greeted her with a wave. Her eyes flitted over to you and she offered you a smile. Mrs Kim was your favourite neighbour by far. She always brought you treats when she made too many and made sure to check in on you regularly since you lived alone.

“Hi dear,” she waved back, eyes crinkling as she realised it was you.

“What are you up to?” you wondered.

“I’m just spying on your new neighbour,” Mrs Kim informed you, stepping out of her door frame to speak with you.

You sighed. “Another neighbour?” you echoed, craning your neck to see them move in.

If they were interesting enough to peak Mrs Kim’s interest, you wanted to see them for yourself. Alas, all you could see were boxes and bags piled outside the open front door of the apartment next to yours, the new tenant nowhere in sight.

“I was just getting used to having some peace and quiet around here,” you recalled as an afterthought, wincing at the memories of your last neighbour. Although you had no personal issues with her, you were glad to see the self-absorbed music-blaster go.

“I know dear,” Mrs Kim gave you a sympathetic smile, thinking back to how tired and cranky you were a while back. “But he looks kind,” she offered. “He greeted me very nicely and he even has a guitar! How wonderful.”

“A guitar?” you repeated, frowning. “Not electric, I hope?”

Mrs Kim laughed. “Don’t worry so much, Y/n,” she told you, patting your shoulder in an endearing manner. “He was quite handsome.”

You rose an eyebrow. You had been at the hand of Mrs Kim’s attempted set-ups many times before. “And that’s my cue,” you laughed, saying your goodbyes to Mrs Kim and making your way to your apartment. As you took your keys out and started unlocking your door, curiosity got the best of you and you tried to peer into your neighbour’s apartment for a sign of him. “What are you doing,” you muttered to yourself, scolding yourself for invading your new neighbour’s privacy and entering your apartment.

You awoke from your nap to the sound of music.

“Not again,” you groaned, thinking it was your new neighbour in your sleepy state. Soon, you realised that it was just your phone ringing, and felt a little guilty for immediately blaming your neighbour without even meeting him once. “Hello?” you picked up the call.

“Y/N!” your best friend Changmin yelled into your ear.

“Dude,” you groaned. “Why are you using your outdoor voice?”

“This is my indoor voice,” Changmin exclaimed, surprised that you had found him so loud. “You act like you don’t even know me.”

“Oh, my apologies,” you mumbled, putting your phone on speaker just to get it away from your ear. “What’s up? You woke me from my nap.”

“Mrs Kim told me that you have a new neighbour,” Changmin said casually.

You narrowed your eyes at your phone. “When did you talk to Mrs Kim?”

“I saw her at the convenience store,” Changmin happily informed you. “She said she’d give you some brownies for you to pass on to me in the next few days.”

You laughed at this. “How can you charm everyone around you, including the old ladies that live on my floor?”

“Never mind that,” Changmin dismissed. “New neighbour? What’s he like?”

“I don’t know,” you got out of bed to draw your curtains, letting what was left of the sunset brighten your room. You had fallen asleep while studying, and thus hadn’t set an alarm. “I haven’t met him yet.”

“Mrs Kim says he’s cute.”

“Mrs Kim says everyone is cute,” you scoffed. “That woman is a saint.”

“Alright, that’s fair,” Changmin giggled. “Why are you napping this late? You won’t be able to fall asleep tonight if you nap for so long.”

“I know,” you hummed, stretching out and relishing in how relaxed you felt after your nap.

Your best friend was right, though. Whenever you napped in the late afternoon, you always struggled to fall asleep again that night. Of course, this wasn’t a problem when your monstrous neighbour blasted her music every night anyway, but once she left naps and a good night’s sleep were finally possible for you.

“Maybe my new neighbour will play me a lullaby on his electric guitar,” you joke.

“He has an electric guitar?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “Mrs Kim says he carried a guitar into his apartment. I haven’t heard him play yet so I don’t know what kind. But I’m delighted to hear it.”

Changmin snorted. “Really?” he asked in disbelief, having been on the end of some rants about you possibly kidnapping your previous neighbour and threatening her to move out.

“Sure,” you exclaimed. “As long as he plays it during hours of the day where I want to be awake, I have no problems what-so-ever with a little rock and roll.”

“Hilarious,” Changmin said sarcastically. “Anyway, did you finish your Chemistry study guide?”

“Is that why you’re calling?” you wondered. “Pretending to be curious about my new neighbour just to steal my hard work and Chemistry notes.”

“You caught me,” Changmin said happily, no shame in his voice. “So?”

You flipped through your notes to see where you go up to before falling asleep. “Yeah I finished them. I suppose you want my Econ notes when I’m done with them too?”

“Forget Mrs Kim, you’re the real saint,” Changmin said in lieu of an answer.

“No need to butter me up, I’ve already agreed,” you rolled your eyes, grinning at your best friend’s antics. “I’ll text you pictures later.”

Once you said your goodbyes, you made your way into the kitchen to turn on the kettle for a hot drink before wandering back into your room to search for a sweater. Once your water was boiled, you made yourself a drink and snuck back into your bed to burrow under the covers and finish studying.

As you took a sip of your drink and flipped through your Economics notes, you heard the faint timbre of an acoustic guitar. Pausing, you stopped your actions and sat up straight, as if this would amplify the sound more so you could hear it.

You guessed your new neighbour didn’t have an electric guitar after all.

The warm chords that you could make out were soothing and whimsical, and you allowed yourself to get lost in your neighbour’s playing for a moment. Deciding that it would make good background study music, you set aside your headphones in favour of listening to your neighbour play his guitar.

Soon, you were already finished with your Economics study guide so you snapped a few pictures of them and sent them to Changmin, along with your study guide for Chemistry too. A quick glance at the clock told you that you had been studying for an hour and a half after napping, meaning that your neighbour was persistently playing for just as long.

Just as you started considering what movie to watch to kill time so you could feel tired enough to go to sleep, soft singing started to accompany the guitar playing coming from your neighbours’s apartment. His voice was rich and tender at the same time; filled with emotion and lyrics close to a mumble in terms of enunciating. Something about his voice made your heart flutter, just slightly. If you thought he was a good guitar player, you thought he was a phenomenal vocalist.

Rather than watching a movie, you tucked yourself into bed and went on your phone to scroll through social media for a while, just listening to the sound of your neighbour’s voice and the music he was playing.

It didn’t take long before your eyes started to feel heavy; lulled to sleep by the timbre of your neighbour’s voice and the warmth of the covers on your bed. Thanking your past self for already setting your alarm for your classes the next day, you were soothed into a deep sleep despite the fact that you took a lengthy nap that afternoon.

The next morning, you felt as though you had never slept so well in your entire life.

Your bed was almost impossibly cosy and you had to seriously motivate yourself to get out of bed and head to your lectures for the day. After getting ready and dressed for the day, you wrapped a scarf around your neck to fend against the biting cold autumn air. As you exited your apartment, you couldn’t help but linger your gaze on your neighbour’s door, wondering if he was still inside or if he had already left.

“He’s gone,” you yelped as Mrs Kim’s voice startled you out of your stare. She stood as if she hadn’t scared you, unfazed by your reaction. “He left two hours ago.”

You put a hand on your chest in an attempt to calm its erratic beat. “Mrs Kim,” you greeted. “You scared me.”

Mrs Kim ignored you, smirking knowingly at you. “So you saw him then?” she assumed. “You must have, if you’re looking at his door like you want him to come out of his apartment.”

“I didn’t see him yet, Mrs Kim,” you denied with a small smile. “I was in my apartment all night and I’m only just leaving now,” you added.

“Then why’re you staring?” she asked, bending down to pick up her cat from the floor.

“Just curious,” you said, which wasn’t entirely a lie. You wanted to know exactly who had sung you a lullaby that was so sweet it put you right to sleep. “Is he really that handsome, Mrs Kim? Not only did you tell me but you told Changmin about it too.”

“He’s very handsome,” Mrs Kim insisted, pushing a container into your arms with her free hand. “Speaking of your charming friend, that’s for him.”

The container had cut up brownies in it, and you almost laughed at how well Changmin and Mrs Kim got along. “Thank you Mrs Kim, I’ll be sure to give them to him today,” you promised, making your way down the hall and rushing to the bus stop so that you wouldn’t miss the last bus that would get you to college on time.

Somehow, it felt as though your new neighbour was avoiding you.

Either that, or the two of you just kept missing one another. Any time you had to leave, you could still hear him milling around his apartment. The only times you ever heard his front door open was when you were just getting home, or had no intention of leaving. Even Changmin, who was a social butterfly and constantly fluttered in between your friends’ places, never saw your neighbour when he came by to visit.

Without a fail, your neighbour played the guitar and sang every single night.

Sometimes he would play during the day as well, but he only ever sang at night. You assumed that he figured he could sing at night so that nobody else heard him, unaware of the paper-thin walls that separated your apartments. You wondered if it was because he was being courteous, or if he was just shy about singing when other people could hear. Either way, you definitely credited your neighbour to being the reason that you fell asleep peacefully every night.

You never had trouble falling asleep in general, but you mostly had very restless nights of sleep, even in the complete silence you heard when your neighbouring apartment was vacant.

Something about your neighbour’s voice just relaxed you to the point where you slept like a little baby.

The first time you met the owner of said voice, you were running late for class and cursing Changmin on the phone as he laughed at your misfortune. He had been teasing you all week about a presentation you were nervous about, saying that you were so well-prepared that the only thing that could mess it up was you missing the class entirely.

Then your alarm didn’t go off and you woke up half an hour later than you usually would on that day.

“Ji Changmin, you’re an ass,” you fumed, pulling your coat on as you opened the front door of your apartment. “You must have cursed me or something, or at least you spoke it into existence. I don’t know but if you don-“

“I’m so sorry!” a familiar voice exclaimed upon your impact with another body. Two hands reached out to steady you and prevent you from falling over, and your eyes met those of a brown-eyed man.

A beautiful, beautiful, brown-eyed man.

“Are you okay?” he asked, since all you had done since the two of you collided was stare at him. “You’re not… concussed, are you? Can you get concussed by bumping into someone?”

“I don’t think so,” you breathed out, taking in his sharp features and large, kind eyes. “I’m sorry. That was definitely my fault, I was rushing, and yelling at my friend,” you tried to explain, but were interrupted when he laughed.

“No harm done,” he assured you, a shy smile appearing on his face. “I’m Jacob. I just moved in next door, actually,” he introduced himself.

Jacob. Mrs Kim was right, he was very handsome.

“Hi Jacob,” you replied, holding out your hand for him to shake. “I’m-“

“Y/n, right?” he stated. At your surprised expression, Jacob only shrugged. “I talked to Mrs Kim from a few doors down. She told me all about you.”

“Oh gosh,” you laugh, covering your face with a hand. “I hope not everything. She’s seen me at my worst, let me put it that way.”

“All good things,” Jacob assured you in his velvety voice. “She speaks really highly of you. Says that you’re smart, kind, and that you have great taste in friends.”

You grin. “Ah, yes. My best friend seems to have charmed his way into her heart. That’s why he gets brownies in a Tupperware and I don’t,” you informed him. “I’m sure you’ll get there too.”

“I sure hope so,” Jacob nods. “I’m a terrible baker and brownies sound really good.” The two of you shared a laugh. “You said you were in a rush, right?” he seemed to recall, causing your eyes to widen.

“Yes! I need to run. I need to catch a bus, like,” you glanced at the time on your phone, realising how late you were and that you were still on a call with Changmin. “Twenty minutes ago.”

“Good luck,” Jacob smiled, waving at you as you said your goodbyes.

“Nice meeting you!” you called back to him, starting to jog down the staircase before bringing your phone up to your ear.

“Jacob, hm?” Changmin’s voice teased you.

“Watch it, Ji Changmin,” you warned. “You’re on thin ice already. Save me a seat!”

Other than being sung to sleep by him every night, your relationship with Jacob pretty much ended at your first meeting. The two of you always exchanged pleasantries when you passed each other in the hallway, and he had once informed you that he really had reached brownie-level friendships with Mrs Kim, but nothing beyond that.

You couldn’t say that you were surprised, considering how the two of you had such different schedules and you kept missing one another, but you somehow felt a little disappointed.

It felt a little bit like the two of you already knew each other, as you heard him sing every single night; hearing the emotion and vulnerability in his voice with every song. But you knew nothing about each other.

After a particularly gruelling day of your Chemistry lab class, you dragged your feet up the stairs to your apartment, feeling utterly exhausted and worn out by your class.

Your lab partner was the absolute worst. He was one of those types that thought he knew everything better than you because he was a Chemistry major, and he belittled you about every single step in the lab. Most of what he was saying was wrong, but he wouldn’t listen to you because he was sure he was right.

Half a semester later, you had just gotten your midterm back and found out that you failed because the data from your experiments were incorrect, and your professor couldn’t give you full credit for any of your answers. Frustrated tears built in your eyes as you made you way to your apartment door, rummaging through your bag for your keys.

“This can’t be happening,” you whined when you realised that your keys were nowhere in your bag, and you had left them in your apartment that morning. “Seriously? Today of all days?” you exclaimed, wiping your cheeks to dry your tears as you headed for Mrs Kim’s apartment to see if she was home. You had entrusted her with a spare key to your apartment since you knew you couldn’t take care of it yourself, and becomes she was so close by.

Realising she wasn’t home, you trudged back to your apartment and sunk onto the floor, burying your face in your knees and letting out a sob. Your day had been mentally and physically exhausting enough without having to wait outside your apartment, in the cold autumn air, to anticipate Mrs Kim’s return so you could enter your apartment.

The door next to yours opened slightly, a soft, concerned voice calling out to you. “Y/n?” Jacob asked quietly, wondering why you were outside. When he noticed your crying, he immediately stepped outside and knelt in front of you. “Are you okay? What happened?” You could only sob in response, not having it in you to explain your situation to him. “Why are you crying?” sniffling, you managed to raise your head and point weakly at your front door.

“You’re locked out?” he guessed, earning a nod. “Okay, let’s go to my place,” Jacob offered you, holding his hand out to help you up. “I just made hot chocolate, and I have Disney Plus so we can watch something while you wait for Mrs Kim,” he paused when you didn’t say anything. “Technically, it’s not my Disney Plus account, but I have my friend’s password. He subscribed just to watch the Beyonce album film,” you laughed tearfully, which Jacob considered a success.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you admitted in a quiet voice, slightly raw from your crying.

“You? Bothering me?” Jacob exclaimed. “Never. Now c’mon. Our hot chocolate’s getting cold.”

Grateful for his kindness, you accepted his outstretched hand and let him pull you to your feet, gently ushering you into his apartment and closing the door behind you. He motioned for you to take a seat on his sofa and you did so, taking off your coat and scarf as you adjusted to Jacob’s warm apartment.

“Here,” he placed two mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of you, taking a seat on a sofa next to you but giving you some space. You mumbled a quiet thank you before sipping on the hot drink, savouring the way it warmed your insides.

Spotting his guitar leaning against the wall next to the TV, you cocked your head in curiosity to see what it looked like. It was made of a light brown, almost yellow, wood and looked like it was treasured by Jacob. Not only was it in perfect condition, it also looked like it had been used for years already. You silently wondered how long he had been playing it for. “Do you play?” Jacob asked, noticing where your eyes were looking.

Shaking your head, you told him that you didn’t. “You’re really good, though,” you complimented before you could realise what you were saying.

Jacob blinked at you, eyes wide and lips pursed in surprise. “Me?” he echoed. “You’ve heard me play?”

Feeling stupid, you only nodded, sipping more of your hot chocolate as an excuse to think about what you wanted to say. “Um, yeah. Walls are kind of thin around here.”

Jacob blushed. “I’m so sorry,” he apologised. “I play until really late at night most of the time. I even-“ he paused, realising you had heard him sing. “I even sing,” he whispered, eyes flitting to the ground as his cheeks reddened further.

“You’re really good,” you complimented. “At singing, too.”

Jacob shook his head. “It must be annoying.”

“Not at all,” you denied. “My last neighbour used to blast angry-girl rock music. Now, I have nothing against angry-girl rock music, but I do when it’s being played at an ear-splitting volume into the early hours of the morning. That’s annoying. Your singing… It’s more like a lullaby,” you finished your thoughts in a whisper, shy at your explanation.

“Really?” Jacob was shocked.

You hummed in agreement. “I’ve never slept so well in my life,” you admitted with a small smile.

“Oh,” Jacob sipped on his mug to stop a huge smile from taking over his features. After meeting Mrs Kim for the first time, he was intrigued to meet the person she was speaking so highly of. When he ran into you, he felt flustered and excited because you were even more stunning than he could have imagined from Mrs Kim’s description. “I’m glad I helped, then. Even though the idea of you hearing me is mildly humiliating.”

“What!” you exclaimed, louder than you had intended to. “Why would it be humiliating? Your singing is… I can’t even describe it with words. It’s beautiful, Jacob.”

“You think so?” he asked in a disbelieving tone. Your eager nod made butterflies flutter in his stomach. “Thank you. That actually means a lot.”

“You don’t seem to believe me,” you observed.

“I’m not that confident in myself, or my playing,” Jacob explained awkwardly. “I’m more the quiet type, so it’s not so easy for me to put myself out there when it comes to music. I want my music to mean something to other people, and it’s how I communicate best, so…”

“Well, I can confirm first-hand that you’re amazing,” you offered. “I might not be as great of a musician as you, so my compliment might not mean anything to you, but I really believe it.”

Jacob bit his bottom lip, deciding to nod in response to your words, too shy to say much else. You took his reaction as a sign that he didn’t want to continue the conversation anymore, so you focused your attention back onto your hot chocolate. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he offered.

“I would love to leach off of your friend’s Disney Plus account,” you agreed, referring to how Jacob ranted a little about his friend. Jacob grinned, getting up to hang your coat and scarf up for you before he turned the TV on.

Being with Jacob in a more casual state was more fun than you had expected.

Once the two of you warmed up to one another, you found that Jacob was actually really goofy and fun when he got comfortable with you. He made terrible puns about the characters in the film you decided on, and his laugh made you want to squeal because he was so adorable.

Halfway through your second movie, you had fallen asleep as a result of the hot chocolate that had deliciously warmed your body, and the exhaustion from your emotional day. When Jacob noticed, he took one of the throw blankets form his bedroom and gently placed it over your body, getting up from the sofa to let you stretch out and get some rest.

The few times you woke up after falling asleep, you were lulled back to sleep and relaxed by Jacob’s soothing guitar playing and singing. Despite being tired, you were awake long enough to be pleased that Jacob seemed comfortable enough around you to play for you while you were still in his apartment, instead of just waiting until you left.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of Jacob’s sweet voice gently calling for you to wake up. After opening your eyes, you saw Jacob kneeling in front of you with a bright smile and ruffled hair. “Hi sleepyhead,” he greeted, handing you a cup of tea. You sat up, rubbing your eyes with one hand and accepting the mug with the other. “Mrs Kim came by to drop off your key,” Jacob said. “I texted her last night.”

“Thank you,” you replied, surprised that he had gone out of his way to contact Mrs Kim when you were an emotional wreck who had forgotten all about it.

“She also said to wake you before noon because you have classes in the afternoon and you hate rushing,” Jacob added in thought, passing your spare key from Mrs Kim over to you. “Seems a little ironic since you and I seem to only ever meet when you’re rushing.”

You laughed at this. “What can I say, you always catch me on a good day,” you joke. “But seriously. Thank you. You really helped me out last night, I don’t know how I can repay you.”

Jacob waved you off. “No repayment needed. I’m just happy to get closer to you after being your neighbour for over a month already.”

His large smile was one that you hoped you’d be seeing more of. “Has anybody ever told you that you’re an angel?” you wondered, resting your head on your hand as you observed Jacob’s face. The fluttery feeling in your stomach didn’t surprise you anymore, not after he had saved you the night before. “Like an actual angel. Now that I’ve gotten to know you better, I think I see your wings.”

A giggle escaped the man next to you. “I’ve actually heard that before,” Jacob admitted sheepishly.

“I’m not surprised,” you hummed, sipping on the warm tea Jacob made for you. “What time is it?”

“Just after eleven,” Jacob recited. “Do you have to get going?”

You nodded, finishing up your cup of tea. “I do, unfortunately. I have to go see my Chemistry professor and do some serious begging and grovelling.”

“Sounds rough,” Jacob gave you a sympathetic smile. “Well, I had a really good time last night.”

You smiled back easily, unable to hold it back. “I had a really good time last night too,” you assured him. “I really can’t thank you enough.”

“Stop,” Jacob laughed. “Don’t even think about it. I was happy to have you over.”

“I was happy to finally hear your playing in person,” you replied. “I only really heard it in and out of sleep, but I was still glad to hear it. Also,” you paused, unsure if you were going too far.

“Also,” he echoed, curiosity piqued.

“You said last night that you wanted your music to mean something,” you recalled. “It does mean something. To me, at least. It actually means a lot.”

“I think I can see those angel wings you’re talking about,” Jacob said. “Except they’re on you.”

“Very funny,” you laughed, getting up and finding your coat. “I really need to get going, though.”

“Okay,” Jacob nodded, walking you to the door. “I’ll see you around?” he offered, insecure that you wouldn’t want to spend more time with him.

“I’ll see you soon,” you corrected, flashing him a wink before you let yourself out. Jacob closed the door behind you and you let yourself sigh in delight, relishing in the evening you had together the night before.

“What are you doing walking out of your hot neighbour’s apartment?” you jumped, surprised by Changmin’s sudden presence at your front door. He held out a take-away cup of coffee for you.

“You scared me,” you told him, ignoring his comment as you accepted the coffee.

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me,” Changmin scowled, following you into your apartment after you unlocked your door. “You came to school in those clothes yesterday. Did you hook up with your cute neighbour? Jacob?”

“You ask so many questions,” you complained, making your way into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. “No, I didn’t hook up with Jacob. I locked myself out and he graciously took me in for the evening, despite my emotional ugly-crying.”

Changmin laughed. “You would go stay at your hot neighbour’s house after having the crappiest day in the world,” he said, pleased at the outcome.

“Thanks, Changmin. Now I need to change so that I have enough time to beg our Chemistry professor to let me do extra-credit assignments so I don’t fail the class,” you added, feeling gloomy about what happened with your midterm the day before.

“Sure, sure,” Changmin nodded, taking a seat on your sofa and taking his phone out.

You made your way to your bedroom to change your clothes, going as quickly as possible so that you still had time to neaten your hair a little. When a knock sounded through your apartment, you called out to Changmin to open the door for you.

“Oh, hi!” you heard your best friend say in his usual chipper tone. “You must be Jacob! I’ve heard so much about you,” at the sound of Jacob’s name, you dropped your hair brush and rushed to the front door, where Changmin was smirking at your neighbour.

“Hey,” you greeted. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jacob assured you, glancing nervously at Changmin, who was still grinning at him.

“Could you give us a minute?” you asked Changmin, raising an eyebrow at his blatant eavesdropping. He sighed, sad that his fun was over, before he walked in the direction of your kitchen. “What’s up?” you smiled at Jacob.

He took a deep breath. “Would you want to get dinner some time?” he asked, tapping his foot as a nervous habit.

His question both surprised and delighted you. “Like a date?” you asked, hiding your smile.

“Like a date,” Jacob confirmed. “If you want.”

“I want,” you agreed, showing your smile. “I want a lot.”

“Great,” Jacob sighed, relieved. “I want a lot, too.” You giggled at how strange the two of you sounded.

“If you guys are going to start kissing, I suggest you do it now because we have to go,” Changmin called from the kitchen, ruining the moment.

Jacob pointed in Changmin’s direction. “He’s not coming to dinner, is he?” he asked.

You grinned. “Absolutely not.”

“How does tonight sound?” Jacob suggested. “Or is that too eager of me?”

“Just eager enough,” you assured him. “Pick me up at seven?”

“Sure thing,” he agreed, beaming as he stepped out of your doorway to go back to his apartment.

“I hope you don’t get lost on your way to my apartment,” you teased. “It’s awfully far from yours.”

“I’ll just follow the sound of your wings,” he called, waving before he disappeared into his apartment.

Dinner. You liked the sound of that.

note: second fic in my 2k celebration series!! i know that this fic and the last didn’t end with a kiss or a relationship but i still think the ending is cute, i hope it satisfies you!

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

ONEWE reacting to you fanning over different groups

Like I said I'm just in the mood for some ONEWE so if you wanna throw ONEWE requests at me I'll love you forever, I also have a ONEWE reacting to you asking them to teach you how to play an instrument, and reaction to getting the silent treatment both will be vv cute and I'm excited to post. Btw before getting to Kanghyun a thing to note both Kanghyun and Kinos real name are Hyunggu !! I chose a random idol then realized I chose my second Hyunggu so that's funny

Pairing: ONEWE x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Angst if you squint but you'd need a binocular to see it as angst

Gf credits to rightful owner ✨

Yonghoon

Okay so to start this out with none of them would be mad at you liking a different group

It's the swooning over members that takes too much rent in their mind

For Yonghoon it was your absolute heart eyes at Bomin of Golden Child

He felt comfortable in the relationship

Didn't worry about you leaving him for Bomin

But the smile on your face from Bomin videos gives a pang to his heart that he struggles with

He wants to be the one who makes you smile like that :((

He'll get very pouty when you mention Bomin and very needy

Boy will be hugging you and cuddling up to you

He wants you swooning over him not Bomin

Once you picked the pieces together

Ohhh you clowned him

You couldn't believe your perfect boyfriend, your soulmate if you will,, thought Bomin took more thoughts in your mind to make you happy??

You had to prove him wrong immediately, expressing how you smile at him just being in the room with you

You're absolutely captivated by Bomin yes

But you're even more absolutely in love and whipped for Yonghoon that no idol could compare

Equaling to a happy friendly giant boyfriend

Give this big boy all the love period

Harin

A big baby🥺

Legit after seeing how excited you got over SF9 Rowoon boy got so pouty and sad

He loves you enjoy SF9 but seeing you watch Rowoon fancams his heart hurts a little at your squealing over a "Enough" fancam since he can tell your heart flutters

He also feels comfortable in your relationship he knows you won't leave or love him any less

But what is it about Rowoon that has you so intrigued by him? Was it the dancing?

Harin would think about it so much oh Lord he'd try to learn a SF9 dance for you

But SF9 dances are hard so he was struggling but trying his best he even whent to Dongmyeong for help

When you went to drop him off lunch one time you where confused at the fact he wasn't at his drums but in the dance practice room

You saw him trying his best to learn hide and seek by SF9 prompting you to ask him what made him feel the need to do that

Or if there was some sort of promotion you didn't know of

walking up to him holding his hand saying you brought him lunch

In which he'd be putty in your hands out of sheer love and appreciation for you

He'd crack and express his minor insecurity

Your heart would drop

Even though he said it was nothing serious your boyfriend obviously was a little upset or worried if he learned a dance for you

Hugging him quickly you better make sure to give all your attention to him

Since he deserves all the attention he's been deprived of since you decided to rewatch summer breeze 3 times because of Rowoon in the chorus

Kanghyun (Hyunggu)

My boy okay this could get long

Since as we know I love Kanghyun so much

Legit cried over him yesterday bye-

So he noted quickly that you started taking a liking to Pentagon

Especially Kino (who knew you had a thing for hyunggus)

Watching his covers, listening to his solos, focusing on his part in Daisy from how much you swooned from his voice

Kanghyun enjoyed Pentagon too

He realized your interests peak in Kino quickly

He wasn't sure if he was feeling insecure or just really missed your attention

He decided to get to learning the chords of a Pentagon song to play for you

Deciding on a song he decided to be rambunctious and actually sing instead of being purely guitar, wore a cute kigu, did everything he knew would have your heart melting

Taking notes with Yonghoon he had him look over the cover and he gave much approval

Once Kanghyun edited and posted it he then texted you to check out the latest video

Not uncommon for him to do but you where curious

To say jaws where dropped at that,, legit how cute could he get???

When he came home that day you immediately complimented him on his cover

"Does this mean I get to be your favorite Hyunggu?"

"Wait baby where you jealous??"

Immediate silence I tell you that he's go beat red till he'd start laughing

Give this boy the world pls

Dongmyeong

Again also could get long my bias line always spark something in me that makes me write a mile a minute

So this is the only boy I could see actually getting a lil actually jealous

Since he loves your attention

He is a attention loving boy

So when he hears you call Taeyoung of Cravity your sunshine?

Boy aiNT having it at ALL

Thinking you can call someone else sunshine when he's the definition?

Not sitting right with him no sir

The difference with everyone else v him is he will immediately whine

"y/nnnnn I thought you loved meeee"

"I thought I was your sunshine"

"you know who's also sweet and precious? You're wonderful boyfriend it's meee"

Like he's just be going for it

The only way to solve it is giving him all your attention and kissing him till he shuts up

Since boy will be putty

He will be so happy once he got your attention back

In summary make sure you give your sunshine boyfriend much attention and love and don't call other boys sunshine even if they are since Dongmyeong will be jealous

Cya (Giwook)

Cya got you into The Boyz not knowing how much rent they'd take up in your mind

If he'd known before hand wasn't sure if he would show you his best friends song

Not to be rude or anything !! Just the amount you spend time watching videos of them on RTK or After School Club when you could watch movies and cuddle with Cya??

He really wants his regular affection from you but you get so distracted by TBZ videos

Once you started to find Sunwoo cute tho

Boy would not know what is feeling where

But he did not like it

He wants to be called cute too :((

Your conversations are great but it's not like you compliment him randomly calling him cute like you do Sunwoo

Immediately decides you won't be meeting Sunwoo for quite a lil while doesn't know how to decipher his feeling would probably make a rap about it

I don't think he'd post it to his soundcloud but it's be a draft

So when you too where hanging out one day and you where listening to his unreleased and found that

I think he'd forget it was on that file and be immediately embarrassed

Since it's not like he names people

But he does sound jealous

In which you're quickly putting the dots together like

Baby?? Are you jealous??? Over TBZ?? You know you're my best boy and I'm dating you not them right??

And boy is red

He is ready to throw the thumb drive if it didn't have other songs he really liked on it

After talking about it everything would be chill

A kiss or two to make him feel better wouldn't be bad tho-

[deobienthusiast]

forever protective

• pairing: lee juyeon (the boyz) x reader (with kim younghoon)

• word count: 2,409 words

• genre: fluff, angst

• warnings: overprotectiveness, mentions of pregnancy

• notes: i bet younghoon is an amazing brother🥺

• requested: yes | no by anon

“Are you sure you don’t want me to be here?” Juyeon asked you.

You took a look around the plain white walls of the hospital room you were in before looking back at your boyfriend. It was amazing how selfless and caring he was. Lee Juyeon had to be the most perfect man alive, and he just happened to be all yours.

“I’ll be fine Juyeon. It’s just a stomach bug. I guarantee it.” You assured him.

You had been trying to convince him to let you go through this appointment by yourself considering he was an idol, and he really needed to be with his group at practice.

Juyeon sighed, knowing how stubborn you were. “I just don’t want to leave you here by yourself. Sangyeon will understand.”

You chuckled. “It’s not Sangyeon we’re worried about, is it?”

Juyeon smiled slightly. “Younghoon will come around when we tell him. Right?”

You looked at Juyeon after his questionable statement as you giggled at the worried look on his face.

“I don’t plan on breaking up with you anytime soon, so Younghoon is going to have to get used to it.” You told your boyfriend, pecking his lips softly. “Now, go get to practice.”

Juyeon nodded and went for the door before it was opened. He stepped back as the doctor walked in.

“Oh, hopefully you aren’t leaving. I’ve got the results of your blood tests.” The doctor said to the both of you.

You looked at him. “It’s nothing serious right? Just a stomach bug.”

The doctor smiled at you as he laughed softly before opening the file of papers he had in his hand.

“Ms. Kim, your blood tests came back positive.” He told you.

You felt your blood run cold as Juyeon looked at you with the same worried look as before.

“I-is that bad?” Juyeon asked, squeezing your hand for comfort.

The doctor shrugged. “That depends. How do you feel about kids?”

You and Juyeon both stayed silent as the doctor smiled again.

“Congratulations. You are two months pregnant.” The doctor said.

He looked between you and Juyeon’s faces as Juyeon hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly as he spoke.

“I’m going to be a father.” He said, still evidently in shock.

You pulled Juyeon into you tighter as you felt tears well up in your eyes. The doctor patted Juyeon’s back and squeezed your arm as he stood up, heading for the door.

“I’ll give you two a minute.” He said with a smile.

You nodded, letting out a hybrid between a laugh and a soft cry as Juyeon pulled back from you. He had small tears running from his eyes as you grasped his face, wiping at them with the pads of your thumbs. Juyeon leaned into your touch before pushing your hands away. He wrapped your face up in his large hands this time as he pulled you in for a kiss. You both smiled into the kiss before Juyeon jumped back from you.

“Juyeon, what’s wrong?” You asked quickly.

His face went pale. “Younghoon.”

You stayed seated in the car as Juyeon unbuckled himself, looking at the front of the company building.

“Just don’t say anything to him.” You told him. “I’ll tell him.”

Juyeon looked at you. “You can’t tell him by yourself. I should be there.

This caused you to shake your head. “No! I’m not going to tell him I’m pregnant. Just that we’re dating.”

Juyeon’s eyes widened. “You have to tell him you’re pregnant. He’ll have a heart attack if he finds out.”

“He’ll have a heart attack either way. Please just let me handle this. Get to practice, you’re already way late.” You pushed.

Juyeon sighed before leaning across the center console, laying a kiss to your lips. You smiled at him as he hopped out of the car, yelling a quick ‘I love you’ to you before jogging into the building. You let out the breath you were holding as you drove around to find a parking space. As got out of the car, and you headed for the entrance where your brother was waiting.

“Hey you!” Younghoon said with a smile.

You smiled back, hugging him as he spoke again. “Did you happen to run into Juyeon when you pulled up? He showed up late for some reason. He told me you were down here.”

You stayed silent as he continued. “Oh well. How was your doctor’s appointment?”

“Good. Really good. It’s just a minor stomach bug. Nothing too serious.” You told him.

Younghoon backed away from you. “Gross. I hugged you.”

You shoved at him playfully as he swung an arm around your shoulder. He walked you into the building as he led you through to the room where he and the guys were all practicing. You felt your stomach start to feel queasy and knew this wasn’t from your brand new pregnancy news.

“Younghoon,” You started, making him stop. “I have to tell you something.”

He nodded. “Of course. What is it?”

You swallowed. “I have a boyfriend.”

Younghoon snorted. “I don’t need to know about your dating life. You didn’t have to tell me this unless it would be one of my members.”

You brought your eyes to the ground as Younghoon’s smile started to dissipate.

“It’s not one of my members, is it?” Younghoon asked.

“It is.” You told him quietly.

You heard Younghoon inhale sharply as he ripped open a door, pulling you into the room with him. You heard a bunch of commotion as you lifted your head. The members stopped what they were doing as they said hello or waved. Q made his way over to you to say something before Younghoon stopped him, his voice hard.

“Now is not the time Changmin.” Younghoon said as he pulled you further into the room.

The members quietly slightly at his tone as he stopped in the middle of the room. He looked at all of them, then you before speaking.

“Who is it?” He said quietly. Too quietly.

You lifted your eyes and stared at Juyeon as you could see it was killing him to not help you out.

“Younghoon, please. It’s not that big of a deal.” You said.

He looked at you, and if looks could kill, you’d be dead in your place. “That wasn’t my question.”

You gulped before looking back at the group of boys in front of you.

“Younghoon, what’s going on?” Sangyeon asked, taking a step forward.

Younghoon brought his hand up, pointing a finger at his leader. “Is it you?”

Sangyeon looked at him confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

Younghoon looked back at you. “Is it Sangyeon?”

You shook your head, a tear slipping from your eyes as he brought his head back up. He walked towards your members, pulling his hand out of your grasp when you tried to stop him. He eyed each and every one of them closely before stopping. He took a step backwards, not even bothering to look at Sunwoo as he spoke.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” Younghoon said to Juyeon.

Juyeon looked at him as he nodded. “I’m sorry, Younghoon.”

Younghoon shook his head as he took a step back. “I thought I told you, all of you, that she was off limits.”

Juyeon went to speak as Younghoon cut him off. “I don’t even want to hear it.”

Younghoon walked over to you, grabbing your hand as he pulled you out of the room.

“Younghoon, wait!” Juyeon yelled, running after the two of you.

He pulled you out of the building, opening the passenger side door of your car for you to get into as he shut it. Younghoon walked around to the driver's side as Juyeon stopped him.

“Younghoon, please. Just let me explain.” Juyeon said.

Younghoon stopped, holding the car door open as he spoke. “I don’t want to hear your voice explanation, Juyeon. What I want is for you to stay away from my sister. I mean it. You can’t see her anymore!”

Younghoon got into the car, slamming the door shut as he pulled out of the parking lot. He drove you to your apartment in silence, and you didn’t dare try to talk to him. When he pulled into the driveway, he put the car in park, turning it off immediately after.

“Younghoon,” You started.

“How long?” Younghoon asked, picking at the material of your steering wheel.

You looked at him. “He asked me out shortly after your debut. So almost three years.”

Younghoon let out a dry laugh as he shook his head. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you. I trusted you, the both of you.”

You bit your lip. “I didn’t mean to. We didn’t mean to.”

“It doesn’t matter because you’re not going to see him again.” Younghoon started, making you look at him with wide eyes. “I don’t care if I have to move in with you, and take you everywhere you need to go. You’re not seeing him again. I mean it.”

You went to argue before seeing the look in your brother’s eyes. You saw how serious he was as you just nodded. He helped you into the house, before pecking your forehead.

“I’m only doing this to protect you. Dating an idol isn’t a life I want you to have, okay?” Younghoon said, much softer than earlier.

You gave him a small smile and a nod. “Okay.”

You knew your brother was only trying to protect you, but you weren’t going to give up on you and Juyeon. Especially not with the news you both now knew.

You stayed home for a couple of days, keeping your distance from Juyeon like your brother wanted. Despite his constant pleas to see you, you made sure to keep him away and keep him updated on everything. It hurt Juyeon to be away from you and your growing, unborn child, but he knew it was probably for the best to let everything die down. He had even said that Younghoon’s mood had brightened a little bit. Of course, he wasn’t associating with Juyeon as much, but his mood was getting better.

A week had gone by before a knock sounded at your apartment door. You opened it before getting pulled into the arms of your boyfriend, his lips firmly on yours. Juyeon kissed you hard as he leaned his forehead against yours when he pulled back.

“Juyeon, you’re not supposed to be here.” You told him.

He shook his head. “I don’t care. I miss you, and I love you. I don’t want to be away from you or our child any longer. I’m not leaving, and I’m not hiding from your brother anymore.”

You smiled at him as he kissed you again.

“I love you too, Juyeon.” You said, pecking his lips.

You pulled him the rest of the way into your apartment, closing the door as you brought him into the kitchen. He kept a close space with you so he could keep his hands around your waist and on your stomach. You giggled each time he would rub your stomach or gently pat it.

“What do you think we’ll have?” Juyeon asked you with a cute smile on his face.

You grinned, pulling a pan out to cook dinner as you looked at him.

“I want a boy.” You said, walking over to him. You sat down on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I want him to look just like you, have your voice, your charisma, your personality. I want him to be a great singer and dancer like you are.”

Juyeon leaned his forehead against yours, kissing your nose before you both heard your front door open. Jumping up, you gasped.

“What is this?” Younghoon yells.

He charges forward stopping in the doorway of the kitchen as Juyeon stands.

“I thought I told you to stay away from her.” Your brother told him.

Juyeon spoke. “Younghoon, I’m sorry I broke your rule about dating your sister, but I love her. So much. I’m not going to do anything to hurt her, and no matter what you say, I’m not leaving her.”

Younghoon was fuming as he took a step forward. “You are not going to date my sister. I’m serious Juyeon. Why are you being so adamant about this?”

The both of them continued to argue back and forth before you yelled.

“Younghoon, I’m pregnant!” You yelled, quieting both boys.

Juyeon looked at you then your brother as Younghoon spoke.

“What?” Younghoon asked softly.

You laughed breathlessly. “I’m pregnant, Hoon.”

Younghoon took a step towards you as he spoke.

“I, that’s, is it,” He pointed at Juyeon, making you nod.

“Yeah. It’s mine.” Juyeon said, grabbing your hand.

You two looked at each other with nothing but love in both your eyes as Younghoon noticed it.

He sighed. “Okay.”

You and Juyeon looked at Younghoon as he nodded.

“Okay. That’s fine.” Younghoon said.

He walked up to you, taking both your hands in his as he spoke again.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be a mom. I’m going to be an uncle. Or, hopefully you’ll both let me still be the baby’s uncle.” He told you.

You smiled at your brother as you nodded. “Of course you will be. This child needs you to tell them all about the wonders of bread.”

Younghoon and Juyeon laughed at your comment.

“Juyeon, I’m sorry. I’m just really protective over her, and want her to have the best life. I guess you make her really happy though. And in time, I will learn to accept that.” Younghoon told him, finishing off with a small smile.

Juyeon smiled back, pulling Younghoon into a hug. Younghoon hugged him back before pulling away and smiling again as he headed for the door.

“I love you both. I’ll leave you two alone.” Younghoon said.

Juyeon pulled you into a hug, kissing your forehead as you both her Younghoon speak again.

“By the way, Juyeon, don’t hurt her. I would hate to have to explain to fans how you ended up in the hospital with both of your legs broken.” Younghoon said with a cute smile as he closed the door.

You giggled before taking a look at Juyeon’s paling face. “Relax Juyeon. He’ll break your arms first before he goes for the legs.”

[kpophours]

The Shape of You

➵ The Boyz: Sunwoo x fem. reader / one shot, soulmate AU, college AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing

➵ word count: 2.8k

You curse under your breath, dragging the pencil over the paper in front of you, adding two more lines to your drawing. Your fingers begin to cramp, but you try to push through the slight pain, desperate to finish this today. Suddenly, your door bursts open, making you jump and squeal, pencil falling from your hand. You quickly scan your drawing and sigh in relief when you see you didn’t mess it up. You swivel in your chair to glare at your roommate and best friend, the person responsible for giving you a miniature heart attack, but her bright smile makes you soften immediately. “I made dinner!”, she says, wiping her hands on the pink apron she’s wearing, the bold red lettering reading ‘don’t judge, I’m not a professional cook’ - you gave it to her last Christmas, and it makes you smile every time you see it, the quote an inside joke between you two, “I already called you a few times but I guess you’ve been too absorbed in your work.” You return her smile and nod. “Yeah, sorry. I really want to finish this tonight.”, you explain, and she crosses the room to peer over your shoulder, her eyes taking in the soft lines and dark shadows of your drawing, “What- no, who is that? Is that… Is that him?”, Hannah asks, and tilts her head to one side. You shrug, cheeks heating up. “Yeah, that’s the face I’ve been seeing in my dreams. It has been less blurry these last few nights, and I can finally remember more details.”, you murmur, fingers gently tracing the outlines of the face you’ve been trying to draw.

A sharp jawline, dark hair falling into incredibly big, deep eyes. You’ve been seeing small glimpses of this face in your dreams for years now - not every night, but more often than not. During most of those nights nights, his face has been turned away from you, sometimes you had been able to see glimpses of his profile, or just his smile - but most mornings, the details had quickly faded from your memory again. The boy of your dreams - and you don’t mean this in a sappy, corny way, but quite literally - has been haunting you in blurred lines and vague shapes for half your life now. But this morning, it’s finally been different, this morning you were able to recall his beautiful big eyes, deep with warmth and mischief. The rest of the face is still blurry, but you have the feeling you’ll soon be able to recall more and more details.

“I’m still glad my soulmate tell was so much easier than yours.”, your best friend says, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You smile up at her, tracing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist. You know the same one is gracing the wrist of her soulmate and boyfriend Chanyeol. They were lucky enough to find each other during their first week of college, after they quite literally ran into each other - Hannah spilling her coffee all over Chanyeol’s favorite shirt. You still remember how your best friend had come home that night, eyes shining, cheeks bright, her smile never leaving her face. Till this day, you still don’t fully comprehend how utterly perfect her and Chanyeol are for each other - even though you shouldn’t be surprised, soulmates usually make perfect couples. Of course not everyone always finds their soulmate - some also have “normal” relationships. Some meet their soulmates only very late in life, some very early on. It’s different for everyone - just like the soulmate tells are different for each person. But Hannah’s right, matching tattoos are way easier to figure out than seeing each other in dreams, especially when the dreams fade way too quickly in the morning, or the person you’re supposed to see is just a vague, blurry shape. 

“I hope I’ll be able to remember more of his face from now on. Maybe this means he’s… he’s closer to me now?”, you say, trying not to sound too hopeful. Hannah squeezes your shoulder. “I’m sure it does. Come on, let’s eat now - I made your favorite tonight.”, she answers gently, and you immediately jump up. “Why didn’t you say so?”, you tease her, and she laughs, following you out of your room and into the kitchen. 

As soon as you open your eyes, you reach towards your nightstand to grab the notebook and pencil you placed there last evening. This morning, you’re finally able to remember the exact curve of his smile, so you scribble frantically, trying to fit the bright smile into the drawing you began yesterday evening. The face is still incomplete, half in shadow and too blurry to make out every detail. You don’t know if you’ve managed to capture the exact shape of his chin yet, and his eyebrows - are they maybe a bit fuller? You groan, and fall back into your pillows, blowing some of your hair out of your face. “Why are you always disappearing again?”, you muse silently, and close your eyes, desperately trying to remember the exact shape of his face. What shade of tan is his skin, exactly? And his hair - you’re not sure if it’s black or brown. Maybe it’s even a bit reddish? 

The more you try to remember, the more his face seems to disappear again, the details slipping away from your grasp.

You only remember his deep eyes, and his bright smile.

But one thing you know for sure - he’s ridiculously handsome. 

The rest, it seems, has to wait for another morning. 

Over the next few weeks, you begin to recall more and more details of your soulmate’s face. The exact brown of his eyes, for example. His hair is a faded red, probably dyed. His nose looks extremely boopable, you think. His smile makes your heart race, and one morning, you wake up with his laugh still ringing in your ear. 

Your drawing gets more detailed with every passing day, until one evening, you have finally managed to draw a complete face. 

You were right - he’s handsome, incredibly so. In your drawing, he’s smiling, but by now you’re also able to recall how his face looks when he’s not smiling. You grin, noting that both of you seem to have a serious case of the so-called “resting bitch face”. “Truly meant to be, huh.”, you murmur, adding a few more shadows around his jawline, until you’re pleased with the final result. You take a sip of the tea Hannah has brought you over an hour ago, it’s cold by now, but you still drink it. Just then, there’s a knock on your door, and you make a “Mh?” under your breath, letting the person outside know it’s okay to come in. Chanyeol sticks his head through the doorframe, dark hair falling messily into his brown puppy eyes. He gives you a happy smile which you immediately return. “Hey there! Hannah and I are about to make pancakes, you want some, too?”, he asks, and you chuckle. “Hannah and you, huh? I think you mean only Hannah is going to make pancakes. You’re almost as much of a mess in the kitchen as I am, Yeol.”, you retort, and he ducks his head. “Uh, maybe. I might help with the batter though - just no cracking eggs for me, you know how that turned out last time.”, he admits, and you make a disgusted face when you recall the taste of eggshell in your otherwise yummy pancakes, “Anyway, you want some or not?”, he inquires again, and you nod. “I’ll never say no to Hannah’s pancakes. I’ll be there in a second.”, you answer, and he gives you the thumbs up before closing the door again. You sigh and gaze at your drawing again. “Who and where are you, dream boy?”, you murmur, before stuffing the drawing back into your sketchbook, finally joining Hannah and Chanyeol in the kitchen.

The next few days pass without anything exciting happening, and before you know it, school is starting again. You usually dislike the first day of class, everything is unfamiliar again, and you always get lost on your way to find the right buildings and rooms, but weirdly enough, today is different - everything goes smoothly, and you even have time to get yourself a tea on your way to your first class. You find a good seat not too far in the back, but also not too close to the teacher, and begin to unpack your notebook and pencils. You rarely take notes on your laptop, preferring to do so in a real notebook as you find the scratching of your pen on paper weirdly calming. You also love to doodle when you don’t take notes, and that’s much more fun to do on paper as well.

Over the next few minutes, more and more students begin to file into the classroom, and for some reason, you suddenly feel kind of giddy, nervously bouncing your leg while gnawing on your lower lip. Soon, the teacher gives his introduction, and begins to talk about this semester’s syllabus. About halfway through the class, there’s a small commotion when the door opens again, and a very late student slips inside the classroom. When you turn around to see who’s making all the fuss, you only see the back of his head - his hair is a faded reddish color, definitely dyed. For a second, the shape of the person seems oddly familiar… But then, you just shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips when you think about all the crazy hair colors you’ve had over the past few years, until Hannah basically forced you to give your scalp a rest. “You’ll go bald if you don’t!” Seeing the faded red color now, you kinda miss your own colorful looks. Mhm, maybe you could at least get some bangs soon.

The rest of the class passes rather quickly, and a glance at the watch says you have almost an entire hour until your next lecture begins. You text Hannah, asking how her first class went and if she’s free right now. She answers quickly, saying she’s already on the way to her next lecture but that you guys can grab lunch together. Occupied with answering her, you don’t notice that the person in front of you has come to a sudden halt. You squeal when you run into a broad back, dropping your phone to the floor, the sound of the screen landing on the hard concrete almost deafening in your ears. “Oh fuck.”, you mutter under your breath, praying to whatever God or Goddess is listening that your screen isn’t cracked - you definitely don’t have the money to get it fixed. Thankfully, the case seems to have protected your phone from the worst. You exhale, relieved, before straightening and getting ready to tell off the person responsible for this accident. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don’t text and walk at the same time.”, a male voice says, sarcasm lacing his words, and you look up to glare at him. 

The second you lay eyes on him though, your heart just stops for a few seconds, before beginning to race again, hammering against your rib cage.

You silently gape at the boy in front of you, taking in the red dyed hair hanging messily into deep dark eyes. His lips are pulled into a cocky grin, his head tilted to one side, showing off his sharp jawline, arms crossed over his chest, a backpack slung over one shoulder. 

Oh how often have you drawn that face by now. 

You know the exact curve of his lips, plump and rosy and almost a bit too kissable for your liking, and by now, you know way too well how your fingers always itch to brush his too long hair out of eyes that seem to hold all the stars and galaxies in them. 

“You.”, you breathe out, and it seems that he finally recognizes you too, as his eyes get even bigger and the cocky grin slips from his face, replaced by an awe-filled smile. “Oh my God - it’s you! You’ve… you’ve been in all my dreams.”, he says in a rush, just when you open your mouth to say the same. A giddy smile splits open your face, and you nod excitedly. “Just as you’ve been in mine.”, you answer, breathlessly, and like two magnets being pulled towards each other, you both take a step closer. “I’m Sunwoo.”, he introduces himself, sounding a bit breathless himself, before he holds out his hand for you to take. You accept his handshake, feeling electricity shoot through your whole body when your skin makes contact with his for the first time. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to finally see you - really see you, that is.” When he smiles at you in earnest this time, you swear your heart stops again, before beginning to race twice as fast as before. “Well, I think I already have a favorite class this semester.”, Sunwoo murmurs, unconsciously tugging you closer to him, your hand still securely held in his. “I think so, too.”, you answer, and return his smile while looking at him, drowning in his deep, sparkling eyes. He cups one side of your face with his other hand, brushing some of your hair back behind your ear. “I’ve waited so long for you.”, he whispers, and you feel your throat close up at his words. “Me too.”, you answer, and slide both arms around his waist. He sighs, returning your hug and placing his chin on top of your head. You listen to his quick heartbeat, mirroring your own racing one, noticing how normal and right it already feels to touch him.

You just fit - like two puzzle pieces, finally put together again. 

The fateful day you met your soulmate for the first time would forever be engraved into your mind.

Since then, Sunwoo’s hair had gone through some changes - he had redyed it red for the first few months, until it had faded to a soft brown again, and then he decided to just go back to black. You had asked him once to dye it a bright pink, but he had just given you a funny look, shaking his head before continuing to watch your favorite movie - The Cat in the Hat, your choice for this week’s movie night. A few days later, you yourself had dyed your hair a bright pink, almost giving Hannah a heart attack when you opened the door to her room. 

Over the next few years, there were many amazing first experiences you shared with Sunwoo - your first dinner together (Hannah had been so nice to cook for you guys because apparently, you didn’t only share the resting bitch face, but also the inability to cook anything edible), your first kiss (yes, Sunwoo’s lips felt just as amazing as they looked), the first night spent with each other (you had talked about literally everything and anything until the first rays of sunshine had crept into your bedroom), your first holiday as a couple (a road trip gone horribly wrong, with you guys having to spend the night in the car because one of you (you were pretty sure it was Sunwoo’s fault) had typed in the wrong address into the navigation system), your first big fight (now you don’t even remember what it was about, but you had both sulked for two days until making up, the longest you had ever gone without speaking to each other), your first encounter with each other’s families (teasing Sunwoo about his younger sister being taller than him had quickly become one of your favorite hobbies) and finally, your first apartment together (it was a teeny tiny flat, but you filled it with many beautiful memories).

You knew that many more first experiences were still waiting for you - like adopting some pets together (you were already looking at cute kittens), and maybe a wedding one day (you had to admit, after attending Hannah and Chanyeol’s wedding and crying buckets when they said their vows, you weren’t as opposed to the concept of marriage anymore), and probably also having a family of your own together - one day, in the still far away future. 

You couldn’t wait to share the rest of your life with your other half, your soulmate, the person you called your home - and you knew that Sunwoo felt the exact same way.

for my light, my love, my Summer @sunmoonieverse​ 💞

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PWYL’s Year In Review

2020 has been quite the year, huh. Let’s look at what you’ve enjoyed, I’ve enjoyed and all that’s in between.

Top Ten Popular Posts (i used THIS generator)

What A Tease: Seated Position - Mark Tuan suggestive scenario

What A Tease: Symphony - Jaebum smut scenario

Inferior - Jinyoung scenario

Friends to Lovers - Young K scenario

A Good Excuse - Jackson Wang suggestive scenario

Maybe - Jinyoung scenario

Heaven - Jinyoung scenario

Reconciliation - Jaebum series

What A Tease: Unprofessional - Jinyoung suggestive scenario

Band Sessions: Jae - Jae scenario

My thoughts: It doesn’t surprise me to see this list as much as I thought it would. I’m grateful to see some of my favourite scenarios, like Inferior, Friends to Lovers and Maybe on this list. I would have thought there would be some Monsta X in amongst this though, since I wrote for them a lot this year. However, I expected Got7 stories to dominate this list.

My Top Five Series

10 Dates - Suho (EXO)

To Be Continued - Young K (DAY6)

Forsaken - Jinyoung (GOT7)

Reconciliation - Jaebum (GOT7) linked above

Down By The Lake - Daehyun / Yongguk (B.A.P)

My Top Ten Scenarios

Inferior - Jinyoung (GOT7) linked above

Friends to Lovers - Young K (DAY6) linked above

Maybe - Jinyoung (GOT7) linked above

Maker - Y/N x writer 

Bonding Session - Kyungsoo (EXO)

Peach and Pear - Jinyoung (GOT7)

The Writers Guild: BamBam (GOT7)

MonX Hospital: Minhyuk (MONSTA X)

After School Hours - Joshua (SVT)

Christmas Foresight - Changmin (THE BOYZ)

My Top Five Challenging Words stories

Thirteen Moons - Sungjin (DAY6)

Great Lengths - Bang Chan (STRAY KIDS)

Forbidden Apple - Yoongi (BTS)

Enamoured - Minho (SHINee)

Quickfire - Donghun (A.C.E)

Highlights of 2020

Finally finishing my You x Idol drabble game.

Writing some series ideas that I really thought were going to be hard (Forsaken, To Be Continued, 10 Dates) and being satisfied with how they turned out

Doing some groups series, like Band Sessions and MonX Hospital, and creating an entire world.

Collaborations with my writer friends. I honestly love writing with my friends! 

Writing Sungjin as a cop in To Be Continued. He wasn’t even in the original draft notes for the series but became someone so deeply important to the storyline! I feel like each year, Sungjin’s characters keep coming out on top (last year, it was his story Existence in the Spiritual Connection world that came for my soul)

Destined hitting 2k notes and still being the most popular story and series on my blog.

Things I wish had gone differently / things I wasn’t happy about

The gaps in my writing schedule - whilst I needed to take those moments, looking back now, I wish I could have remained more consistent.

The lack of variety - in some areas, I did improve but looking back on everything, it was pretty obvious I stuck to like three groups for most of the year. Of course, this isn’t entirely bad as I discovered deeper connections with some of these characters, but it did mean I didn’t get as much variety as I hoped to. 

The endless hate for Forsaken and Bloodstone - two stories that I was really excited to share. I know I need to let it go, but I really don’t get the big fuss around it all. 

Personal pressure - I was so busy trying to improve as a writer over and over that at times I forgot to enjoy the journey as I travelled along it.

Frightful October - that whole thing was so unfortunate and it still breaks me to think of all the discarded plans @this-song-thats-only-for-you​ and I had, only to not give the segment it’s final hurrah as we hoped to. This was the last year we wanted to do it as we were going to try something new for 2021, so it’s really bittersweet knowing how much of a fail October was. 

2021 Goals

To complete at least ten series

To either write the ideas that have been sitting in my ideas file for sometime, or to let them go... holding onto them for a rainy day so to speak isn’t going to work

Always aiming for variety but also accepting that there are some groups I just naturally have an affinity towards and that’s okay

To try and write more details into my worlds. This way, I’ll be adding more depth and word count - which isn’t a bad thing to be practicing if I wish to attempt writing longer pieces for eventual novel preparation

To collab with some other people than I usually do. I’m not very brave at approaching others but I want to give it a try! (please if you want to collab with me, feel free to message me haha)

I dunno why but it makes most sense to me to put Mayday6 in May, so it’s kind of a goal to make that happen then lol

Figure if I’m going to open another prompt list up for requests or offer sporadic requests - either way, bring in some fresh ideas from my followers at some point

To be uncaring about genres I choose. If I want to write four royal au stories in a row, then so be it (I have a lot of royal and regency au ideas, someone please make me stop dreaming about being a princess or wearing pretty dresses lmfao)

Whilst scheduling to me is important, not pressuring myself to stick to the same format of writing each week/month. I’m not burned out, but I am bored of the same thing time and time again. 

Admittedly, this one is one I can’t not ask of myself - make a pile of writing so I’m ahead again. I like the feeling of having stories to fall back on.. but also allowing newer stories to jump the queue if I’m most excited for them.

Phew! What a year I’ve had! There’s been some amazing moments not captured in this list, and amazing people who I’m forever grateful for. Thank you for supporting me! 

May 2021 bring some really awesome personal writer growth and fun for this writing blog!!

2020 Masterlist 

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Title: The Glass Cell WC: 1600

“You know reality isn’t fiction, right?”  — Dr. Clark Murray, A Death in the Family (1 x 10)

She wears a dress of her mom’s to prom, he decides. He imagines it in detail—cut-work lace over taffeta in bright emerald green, a satin empire waist band a shade darker, a full A-line skirt. He envisions her with mismatched quasi-punky hair hanging down to half hide her dramatic eye-makeup. She stands out, of course. In a sea of off-the-shoulder, halter neck, heavy fabrics in primary colors—crayon red, royal blue, black, black, white, white, red again, with an ill-advised plunge neckline. She stands out. 

She likes her date, though she doesn’t exactly let him know that. He imagines that, too. She doesn’t exactly let anyone know that she likes this boy on the verge of being a man, because she’s not sure that she’s supposed to. He’s quiet and sensitive. Not a dork—not outright unpopular, but a dark horse candidate for asking her in the first place, and her unexpected, unhesitating yes had sent shockwaves through the eleventh grade. 

She is awkward on the dance floor. She is a vision in her mother’s dress, but there is architecture to it. There is a hidden foundation that requires time travel of her ribs, her spine, her hips, and her date—the boy on the verge of being a man—has no idea where to put his hands during the slow songs. She has no idea where to put hers, so she locks her fingers behind his neck. She breathes Let’s get out of here well before Boyz II Men get to the spoken-word part, and they do. 

They race across the ballroom with their fingers linked, laughing like fools. They leave her friends, his friends, the tiny intersection of their friends to gawp as they bang through the double doors.They roam the streets around the hotel in a spiral pattern, talking and talking. 

She shivers and pulls the cream-colored silk-and-seed-pearl wrap close around her. With well-intentioned gallantry, he tries to drop his tuxedo jacket over her shoulders. He misses, and they both watch in horror as the long tails drag through something nameless and awful before he can catch it. 

The hem of her dress is dirty and her mom’s dyed-to-match pumps with their rhinestone butterfly clips will never be the same. But they share french fries at a nameless diner. They share a tentative kiss in the back of a cab as the boy escorts her home. They share a burning, frenzied, back-against-the-glass follow-up in the doorway of her apartment as the sun comes up. 

She misses curfew by a lot. Her mom brings her coffee and toast in bed long after morning has tipped over into afternoon. She asks a million impertinent questions about the boy she likes, about the evening, about her plans to save up for what should be an astonishing dry cleaning bill. 

This is how it happens. This is what he decides. 

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She sprains her ankle on move-in day. He knows. He sees clearly how the events unfold. 

She has a plan. She has keys in hand by 8:01 am. She has a spot for the van with her things, hardly a block away, and her second-hand office chair can serve as a makeshift dolly. She has almost nothing. It’ll be two dozen quick trips, she figures, but the apartment is full of junk. 

Oh yeah, the creepy building manager tells her, last guy skipped out. 

The junk is her problem, apparently. Her problem. She plumps down on some kind of ottoman and immediately regrets it as an oily smell rises up. It’s not just the ottoman, though. The whole place reeks of food and animal fat. She registers the distant clatter of dishes, of silverware, and the hiss of a hot grill rising up through the floor. 

She props her elbows on her knees and her chin on her fists. She wastes ten precious minutes of the three hours before she has to have the van back contemplating the space that is smaller, dingier, filthier than the unit she saw when she signed the lease. 

She hauls herself up and lugs the ottoman and a broken laundry basket full of dirty t-shirts with her down to the dumpster. She bumps milk crates full of electronics odds and ends down the stairs. She carries awkward lamps like jousting lances. 

It’s a box of kitchen things that does her in. It’s a mile wide and heavy. She knows she should unpack and repack it. She should make two trips, three, four, but she’s tired of this. She misses a step. She goes down to the landing. She can feel the rush of heat into the ankle she has wrenched badly. 

There’s a neighbor—a pair of neighbors—who hear the commotion. They rescue her, Cleo and Pete, who are just a little older than she is. They extricate her from underneath the box. They help her into their apartment and give her an ice pack. They give her a stiff drink and an ace bandage. 

They share stories about the guy who skipped out in the middle of the night—his questionable activities and his even more questionable taste in music. They order pizza and won’t take her money when she offers. The three of them agree that the building manager almost certainly collects clown paintings by serial killers. 

They insist that she spend the night on their couch. She protests. She tries to put weight on her ankle, then gives in. She spends her first night not in her first apartment staring at a ceiling that belongs to strangers with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes because her fucking ankle hurts. Because she doesn’t have the money to pay for another day of the damned van. Because her mother is dead and she is alone in the world. 

He knows all this. He sees it clearly. 

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He cannot picture the shadows on her skin in that basement room. He sees the backs of his own hands criss-crossed infinitely with weak, unflattering light coming in through the cage. But he cannot see hers. Would her fingernails be as neat and no-fuss as they are today, or would they have been ragged with the pain of all the long years before she made it that far? 

Would she—and the possibility is like a lattice work of burning hot ice spreading through him from the inside—would she have gotten the chain for her mother’s ring when she first put on the uniform? Was there a time in that dingy apartment—in her college days with her dad drowning and her left wrist as yet bare—was there a time when when she would have slipped it on her finger each morning instead of ducking her head to let the delicate links of a think gold chain slither down over her collar bones?

He doesn’t know, any more than he knows if she would have risked the rickety table with its hard, back-breaking chair. He cannot say whether she would have waited for the most desolate hour each possible night, then set to work right where he did, or if she would have, instead, arranged herself on the cracked tile floor, knees drawn up and hunched over the tight beam of a penlight. 

He looks for signs of her in the creases and ragged edges, the rusty indentation of an ancient paperclip removed and replaced, the corner of a thin stack torn away along with a now-missing staple in a moment of frustration. He scours the faded, triple-carbon paperwork and holds the glossy, terrible photos at an oblique angle to the light from his desk lamp, the light from his computer screen. In the riot of smudged, overlapping fingerprints he wonders which might be hers. 

It’s no use, this afterthought of a search. She is nowhere. There is no detail remembered from his own few hours spent in that basement room, no physical trace of her presence in the file itself that sparks the rush of absolute clarity with which he envisions her at the junior prom, her on move-in day at that first three-story walk-up that smelled of chicken wings. 

She is nowhere, because he has never once bothered to imagine her—not once. He relives the abrupt sting of her rapped out pair of questions—You don’t think I’ve haven’t been down there? You don’t think I haven’t memorized every line in that file? He sits, staring at the file now with tide of shame advancing, receding, advancing. 

He didn’t think. In all these weeks, he has not once thought about the space between the wound delivered and the scars she bears. He has not once thought about the dreams she must have cast off, what it must have cost her to forge a path to that basement room. He has not once considered what those long years must have been like. He has never stopped to ask himself how the woman she is now—the relentless, fiercely intelligent, extraordinary woman he has come to know—could ever have come to accept her mother’s death as a random, wayward event.

He thinks now. He asks himself now. He tries, now, to picture the shadows on her skin, the tense outline of her body and the tight beam of a penlight. He tries to imagine that lonely work, but he can’t. 

She is gone from him. She is nowhere.  A/N: This is an especially weird not!thing. I had to decide that Castle has the actual Johanna Beckett file that he’s taken, not just copies. That doesn’t make much sense, but the autopsy photos look to be originals, complete with labels and handling wear. Fixation on those details is just a distraction from how not a thing this is. 

images via homeofthenutty

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Never Trust a Cowboy with a Computer (aka Erron Black X F!Reader)

I actually wrote this several months ago, and kept stalling and being an idiot. About 1 month ago I asked the wonderful @tomoka0013 & @gojihime99 if they could help edit it. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! SO many kisses to you both :D Basic premise is Erron Black X F!Reader. Reader handles the Black Dragon IT  and they have a rather huge crush on Erron (because who wouldn’t?) Reader is about to go out to the cinema with Kabal & Tremor buuuuut… dun dun dun….. shenanigans ensue, This is Chapter 1 of 2. Chapter 2 is written but needs me to have a shout at it. If people like this then I’ll try to get it out within a week (Chapter 2 contains the smut). If you do like, then please like and reblog as Tumblr is hiding my tags and no-one will see this otherwise. Your support means more than you’ll ever know x

Never Trust a Cowboy with a Computer

Chapter 1 For once, the absolutely only time in recent history, your hair was behaving. Thank the Gods! Actually, was there a God of Hair? Hmmm, maybe Kano would know? His stories of meeting Gods were always fascinating, even though he would always exaggerate his role and prowess in encounters with said Gods. There was simply no way on Earthrealm that Kano would have stolen the Thunder God’s hat without being zapped into the Netherrealm. Plus, Kano had never produced the hat, so whenever he would have one too many beers and start on another night of tall tales, you’d nod along and feign complete belief in his words. Maybe one day you’d get to meet a God? Not likely whilst you were stuck behind a computer for hours every day. Especially working along side Erron-sodding-Black. He’d gone through at least 5 computers this year, 2 in the past three weeks! You’d swear he was doing it on purpose. In your steamiest daydreams he was deliberately breaking his computer so you’d have to travel to the ‘Black Dragon Boyz office’ (and yes, they did spell it with a z) to spend precious time un-fucking his computer. Every time it happened, you swore you were just going to tell him to go bother someone else, or get his arse down to PC World and find some spotty 17 year old work experience boy to bother rather than yourself. After all, you were doing just as an important job for the Black Dragon as he, well, almost. He might be a super amazing dead-shot sniper capable of assassinating even the most heavily guarded target, but you weren’t just IT support, you were a Black Dragon member too. You spent much of your time hacking into Special Forces super secret files, reading General Sonya Blade’s horribly dry mission reports, or transferring money from one Swiss bank account to another before you could be traced. Well, that was why Kano had hired you. Yet these past few months you’d been dragged to broken computer after broken computer by the obscenely handsome aforementioned Erron Black at least once a week. You hadn’t minded the first few times, after all, any time spent in Erron’s company made you all giddy and wibbly-wobbly inside your knickers. His voice honestly did things to you, actually made parts that shouldn’t tingle at work, tingle. He had warm eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever he spoke to you, or caught you staring at him, not that you stared at him. Much. OK, maybe a little. ******  Keep reading after the cut!!! *********

He had a smile that was likely illegal in half the known world. Long, strong fingers that you so often thought about, especially when you’d watch him dance a coin across his knuckles when he was thinking, his trick to keep his fingers supple. No, no no. No thinking about him. He obviously wasn’t interested in you. He was a simple man when it came to that. You’d seen him make moves on people who caught his eye, he’d watch them for a while, then walk up to them, give them a smile, tell them plainly what he wanted, and then watch them walk off together whilst your heart dissolved into self pity. A few months ago, you’d made a real effort to try to stop flirting with him. No more lingering looks while spending more time than needed helping him with his computer. The man was multi-talented with most things, just not computers. Probably didn’t help he didn’t grow up around modern technology. You’d gently teased him about being old and doddery around computers and he’d taken the jokes well, and really, you missed joking around with him, but it was for the best. Kabal jostled with you for mirror space, smoothing down his hair and giving the mirror a big grin. Why was it so easy for men like him? He could probably roll out of bed after 2 hours sleep with his face in a half-eaten curry and he’d still wake up handsome (the git). Whereas it took a lot of fussing to even get your hair to behave, let alone look nice and shiny like Kabal’s did. Maybe you could make a small shrine in the corner of your bedroom to the Hair God? You nodded to yourself, thinking Kabal must have done that. “Come on, you look beautiful. Now get your coat and scarf, and we’re outta here. If we don’t leave soon, we’ll miss it!” Kabal fussed with his coat buttons. Always unable to keep still, the man practically radiated excess energy. “I will be sad if we miss the film.” Tremor stood up from his own desk, the building shaking ever so slightly with the enormous man’s movements. “Not as sad as Kabal. He’ll start bawlin’ if he misses his boyfriend’s new film.” Erron spun round in his brand new swivel chair, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Johnny Cage is NOT my boyfriend and I don’t even care about missing the film.” Kabal bristled with indignation. He did care about missing it. He cared a lot. “I don’t even like his films, or him. I’m just watching it ironically.” Erron laughed. You felt that laughter, deep inside and it demanded attention. Bastard. “Suuuure. Enjoy your boyfriend.” “He is NOT my boyfriend!” This was going to end up in another fight. Last week Kabal had called Erron ‘Old Man Withers’. Erron had retaliated by drawing on Kabal’s Johnny Cage calendar. The moustache and glasses actually suited Johnny Cage. So Kabal put a mouse in Erron’s desk drawer and recorded Erron’s scream, playing it every so often while  laughing, and it had gone on until Kano had forced them to apologise to one another, in front of everyone. This happened probably twice a month. It got to where people made bets on how long each feud would last. The longest feud had lasted 23 long days before Kano had flipped. “I do not want to be late.” Tremor tugged open the office door, the handle would need replacing. Again. You followed after the huge man, Kabal behind you muttering about revenge. “Hey, Sweetheart, you goin’ too?” It took a second before you realised that sultry Texan drawl was aimed at you. “Oh, yes. There was a spare ticket since Kira’s still stuck on a job.” Oh shit, you should have offered it to Erron instead. You’d been so excited to be included in the cinema plans that you’d been selfish and not asked if Erron had wanted to go. “But……” Erron’s face scrunched a little and he turned to his computer and hit a few keys in quick succession. “It ain’t workin’ again. Sorry, darlin’.” He gestured to his computer. “But… I only fixed it this morning! What have you done this time?!” You dropped your bag to the floor, and peeled off your coat with a frustrated groan. You were going to get fired as there was no way Kano would believe this. You were completely and utterly incompetent. No other reason. Your fault. “It’s those darn computer gremlins again.” He gave you an apologetic smile and shrugged. You sighed and waved goodbye to Kabal and Tremor, both eager to watch Ninja Mime’s latest adventure, and this one was in SPACE, so it was going to be amazing, and you were missing it. You stomped over to Erron’s computer, your mouth twisted into a grumpy pout. “That is it. No more computers for you! you want to do some work; then you can bloody well do it on a typewriter.” Erron replied with a “Heyyyyyyy” and another laugh. The throb between your legs from the laugh can just sod off. No more. Not when you were going to be unemployed and unemployable after this. Who was going to hire you? What could you put on your CV? ‘Failed IT support worker’? ‘Only capable of turning a computer on and even then it’ll probably turn itself off again when you’re not looking?’ ‘Can steal FBI or Special Forces secrets but can’t keep an old man’s computer running for more than 3 minutes before it’s broken again’? ‘Want to play Solitaire? Well don’t ask me, best try the sudoku in the newspaper instead’. You were so engrossed in sulking you didn’t notice Erron get up from his comfy chair to stand behind you as you perched on the crappy stool with no back (it had no back because Tremor had tried to sit on it). It was only when strong hands found your hunched shoulders and began kneading at the tightly knotted and sore muscles that you looked away from the ‘blue screen of death’. “I’m sorry, but I’ll make it up to you, Sweetheart.” By the Gods his fingers were truly magic. His thumbs were rubbing magic circles into your shoulders and it felt soooo good. “Mmmhhhhh?” Maybe he was a God, the God of massage. Your eyes closed and your head rolled back. Heat radiated from where his fingers touched you, heat that only got stronger when it reached your face and between your legs. He found one particularly knotted muscle and you couldn’t help but groan your pleasure as his thumb circled the spot. His chuckled reply tugged you back to your senses and you quickly shrugged his hands off you. Thank the Gods you had your back to him so he couldn’t see your positively flushed face. You quickly got back to tapping away at the keyboard but your hands were shaking so badly from the intimacy you struggled to hit the correct keys. “You sure you got that, Sweetheart?” The computer made indignant beeps at your clumsy fingers. “Says the man who has trashed enough computers to practically bankrupt Kano.” Your hands continued to shake and your thwarted desire swerved into anger. “I’ve made you mad.” “I haven’t been out in FOREVER, and just as I’m about to go out, YOU go break your computer. AGAIN!” “Ain’t my fault your boyfriend doesn’t take you out.” Why did he sound almost happy about that? Hang on… You span around to face him. “What boyfriend?” “You know, the dwarf.” “The.. what?” “Your boyfriend, the hairy dwarf.” His arms folded, his weight shifted to one hip. He didn’t seem too happy talking about this mystery boyfriend. “Is this some sort of joke?” You honestly had no idea what he meant. Maybe he was drunk or Kabal had told him this for a laugh. “I don’t think so?” One of his eyebrows rose in puzzlement. “I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have a hairy dwarf boyf.. why do you think I have a hairy dwarf boyfriend?” Maybe you had a secret boyfriend so secret you didn’t know you were in fact dating him? Piotr, who ran a very seedy strip club in the seedier part of the city, was a dwarf, (and you only knew him because Kano was friendly with him), but he was balding. Who did Erron think you were dating? “You said you did. You know, you were talking about him being all small and his hair got everyw…. He’s a cat ain’t he.” Erron had the good grace to look embarrassed at his idiocy. “Obviously.” Was Kabal recording this? This was ridiculous. “Shit.” “Yup.” “Then.. uh.. you should go catch up with Kabal and Tremor.” “I still have your computer to fix.” This was going to be such an awkward few hours. Sitting in the office whilst neither of you spoke since you both felt like idiots. “I can do that.” He threw out a warm smile. “Really. The man who can’t even use a mouse without breaking it, can fix this mess?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. If he even so much as looked at the computer it would probably catch fire. “I maybe exaggerated my lack of skills.” His smile turned, and slid from warm to worried. You were going to kill him if this was going were you suspected it was going. “I maybe might’ve deliberately caused the error.” He held up his hands in surrender. Yup, definitely going to have to kill him. “I maybe did some classes a few years back when I was at a loose end.” “…… I’m going to kill you.” “How ‘bout I make it up to you? I take you out for dinner, there’s this patisserie we can go afterwards for the best pastries in Moscow. Hell, you wanna watch that film, let’s go.” His eyes pleaded with you not to hate him, but right now you really did. “I have a hairy dwarf who’ll be better company, thank you.” That he was possibly asking you out and that he wanted to actually go out on a date wasn’t registering. All you could think of was the waste of time and how humiliated you felt. Everyone probably knew and had laughed at how utterly clueless you were. Kano was going to fire you for being shit at your job - after he’d finished laughing. “Heyyy, Sweetheart. I’m sorry. I just wanted to spend time with you.” He really did sound sorry. His eyes went all soft and warm and apologetic and Gods he was beautiful and you really did want to believe him. “You really thought it was accidental?” He tried to hide a smile and couldn’t stop one eyebrow from raising quizzically at the thought that you had been utterly clueless. “Well… you’re… there weren’t computers around when you were young…younger, I’m just an idiot aren’t I?” The-all-too brief warmth and fuzziness from thinking maybe there might actually be something there between you dissolved back into embarrassment from being tricked so easily. You grabbed your coat and bag and left the office whilst Erron stared after you.

[angelbabylu]

Valentine’s Day // CH

pairing: reader x calum

warnings: fluff, smut 

word count: 2.8k 

prompt: don’t worry about focusing on public or large gestures cal seems private and a man of few words, so maybe something that’s reminiscent of him 

for: @cal-pal-cuddles happy valentines day from your valentine ❤️❤️❤️ 

notes: this is for @killerlukesqueen ‘s valentine’s swaps (tysm for organizing this!!) as for the fic itself, its centered around how busy the boys have been in the days leading up to valentines day - basically calum has been missing his girl so when the band decides to take valentines day off he’s more than happy to go home and spend sometime worshiping her. I was going for very soft & smutty - Hales i hope this is the kind of soft & giggly content you were looking for. Love u 

songs that inspired this fic: faithfully - journey // movement - hozier // i’ll make love to you - boyz II men 

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Calum let out a sigh in frustration as he fumbled with the keys to his front door. It was late, that much he knew. The last he checked, it had been some time after 2 A.M., and that was before saying goodbye to everyone at the studio. Calum wished that he could say he felt nothing but gratefulness at the opportunities life had presented him, but on nights like this, he couldn’t contain the slight twinges of discontent. He was only human, and sometimes when he spent upwards of 20-hour days in the studio or in back to back interviews, he couldn’t help but feel exhausted and empty. There were times where, if he was honest with himself,  he dreamed about being normal-life-Calum. Some alternate universe Calum with a 9-to-5 job, a dog, and a girl he loved so much he was thinking of proposing to her a couple months down the line.

A smile played on his face at the thought – 9-to-5 Calum and Rockstar Calum had a few things in common. For Rockstar Calum, as frustrating as these long working days could get, coming home to the love of his life made everything abundantly easier. On the days that he got like this, Ashton frequently told him that it wasn’t the events of the 20-hour day that had him feeling the way he did, it was the fact that it was 20 hours away from (Y/N).

“Go home to (Y/N), man,” Ashton had all but ordered earlier that night. Calum had tried to protest – Michael was still recording his harmonies for the track and Calum didn’t like the idea of leaving all three of them in the studio just because he missed his girlfriend.  

“No,” Ashton cut him off before he could even speak. “I’m sure you haven’t seen her for more than half an hour in the past week – you’ve been working nonstop. Go home to your girl, spend some time with her, enjoy Valentine’s Day.”

Before he could even blink, Ashton and Luke were pushing him through the studio door.

He sighed at the memory, emptying his pockets on the table next to his front door – Valentine’s Day. With everyone save Ash in relationships, they had decided to clear the band's schedule for that day, making time for their significant others. It was more of a decision on Michael’s part, he wanted to do something special for his and Crystal’s first Valentine’s Day as fiancés. Calum and (Y/N) weren’t really that fussy. They were probably going to spend all day in bed watching television and honestly, just the thought of that made Calum giddy with anticipation. Both of them were always crazy busy – (Y/N) with work and school, Calum with the band – so a day off to nap and watch TV was heaven to them.

He moved further into the dark house towards the room where he knew his love slept. Before he could ascend the stairs to her, a small beam of light caught his eye. It beckoned to him from the barely opened door of their home office. He switched course, shaking his head fondly at the assumption that his girlfriend must have fallen asleep at his desk – again.

When he walked into the room, he was surprised to find that while his girlfriend was in his office, she was not asleep. His desk was empty of all its usual items; instead, strewn across it were stacks of papers for whatever project she was working on. She was so hyper-focused on reorganizing her files, she didn’t notice as Calum pushed open the door and stood, watching her fondly from the doorway. She was wearing one of his favorite shirts. With her back turned to him as she stood hunched over the front of the desk, he could clearly read DID YOU GET THE SENSATION TODAY? The shirt drooped from her large frame, moving with her as she muttered to the papers on her desk.

Calum knew his presence would be unexpected. For one, when he had called to say goodnight to her a couple hours earlier, he hinted that he wouldn’t be home before the sun rose. Also, she was notorious for getting so caught up in her thoughts that her surroundings were completely lost to her. As softly as he could, so as to not startle her, he cleared his throat.

She was startled anyway. She gasped in surprise, turning to face him, right hand coming to rest gently over her heart.

“Don’t do that,” she chided instantly. But when the moment had passed, and her heart had taken the hint that there was nothing to fear, she dropped her hand and smiled.

One look at that smile had Calum crossing the room to capture her lips with his.

Her sound of surprise was muffled by his lips, then later his tongue, as he gave himself a minute to get reacquainted with her. Ashton had been right - missing her had been throwing him off balance. Now that he was able to hold her in his arms, his world was righted again.

“Not that I’m complaining,” She began at the kiss’ end, “But what was that for?”

He placed a small chaste kiss at the tip of her nose, grinning at the way she wiggled it response. “I missed you so damn much.”

He ducked his head again and placed three quick pecks against her lips, pausing on the third to take his time tasting and licking into her. He moved both his hands from where they had been previously cupping her face down, to rest one on her waist, the other on her ass, gripping her meat there. She moaned and slid her arms up around his neck, one hand burying itself in short blonde hair.

Calum was overtaken by the need to worship her that very minute. He couldn’t believe it had been more than a week since he held her like this, more than a week that he showed her just how much he loved her. He pulled away from her, moaning as she immediately attached her lips to his neck.

“Were you working on something important?” he asked. The question took him several seconds to get through as her ministrations on his neck became increasingly more distracting.

“Nothing more important than this,” she quipped, running her hands up and down the expanse of his chest. The thin material of his t-shirt did nothing to mask the heat of her fingers. Before he knew it, she was reaching underneath his shirt and raking her fingers lightly over his stomach, knowing how the feeling of her nails against his skin turned him on.

“You should take me upstairs,” she suggested, leaning her face upwards, bringing their lips inches apart, letting her hot breath wash over his lips. “Show me just how much you missed me. Start our Valentine’s Day off right.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He reached down to get an arm around both her legs, hiking her up and gently tossing her over his shoulder. When she cried out in surprise, he just laughed, lightly smacking her ass as he carried her off to the stairs.

“This is very caveman of you, Hood.” she teased, prodding lightly at his side. He squirmed but kept a firm hold of her.

“You cavewoman. Me horny,” Calum mocked in the best caveman voice he could muster. The voice had her shaking hard on his shoulder; he could barely keep a hold of her. Luckily, they had made it up the stairs and to his bedroom door.

He gently set her on the ground then reached around her, opening the door and ushering them both in. Once she was inside the room, she pivoted right, flickering the switch next to the doorframe. She left the dimmer on so that the light flooding the room was only a soft glow. He was taken aback by how something as simple as her in his room, in his t-shirt, still smiling about a dumb joke he had made, could fill his heart with so much love.

He reached out and pulled her towards him, capturing her face between both his hands again, this time peppering it with kisses all over. She giggled and squirmed as he showered her face with love.  

“I love you so much,” he announced each word punctuated with a kiss somewhere on her face.

“I love you too,” she was saying, but she grabbed his hands and pulled them away from her face, guiding them down and around her waist. “I want kisses on my lips now please.”

He was happy to oblige. He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and nipping gently before releasing it to continue his earlier exploration of her mouth. She moaned as their tongues moved together, her hands tugging gently at his hair, her body pushing against him as if trying to move impossibly closer.

He turned her, pushing her up against the bedroom door, knowing she would like that position more. He smiled in satisfaction as she let out a small soft gasp at the feeling of his thighs pressing gently in between her open legs.  

Immediately, she began to rut up against him, and he encouraged it, the hand on her waist helping her to create a rhythm.

He pulled away from her lips, only a fraction of an inch, but he missed them the second they were gone, so he reached down and captured them in one more soft kiss.

“Love kissing you,” He admitted against her, their lips still touching. “Addicted to the way you taste.”

He was able to pull away from her lips then, moving instead to kiss that spot behind her ear that he knew she loved so much. The rhythm of her hips became more erratic, and her whines got louder with every lick, nip, and suck.  

“Cal,” she whined, pulling against his hair. “Don’t want to come on your thigh.”

He allowed his head to follow the tug of her fingers, so he could look up and make eye contact with her. “Wanna come from my mouth baby? Or my fingers? Tonight’s all about you. Wanna worship you tonight.”

“Fuck,” she breathed out, “Fingers and mouth?”

Grinning, he brought his head down for another quick kiss. “You’re Greedy, babe,” Calum teased, reaching a hand down under the sensations t-shirt to play with the hem of her soft cotton panties. “But I like a woman who knows what he wants.”

As he moved his thigh from between her, she whimpered at the lost, her body unconsciously following his, trying to keep them connected as he walked towards the bed. She hopped on the bed immediately but stopped him from following her with a palm to his chest.

“Uh Uh,” she asserted with a smile. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Looking down he realized she was right. He had gotten so caught up in her, he had yet to remove his jacket or his shoes. “Looking for a strip show, baby?” he quipped, exaggerating the way he removed his jacket, moving in a comically slow and sensual manner.

He knew he probably looked dumb, but it had (Y/N) laughing and the sound of her enjoying herself in his presence - that was his favorite sound in the world.

“Stop,” (Y/N) commanded through her giggles. “You know I’m too impatient for a strip show. If you don’t get over here, I might try and take care of myself.” And if that wasn’t enough, she opened her legs to him, showing off the darkened wet spot that covered the front of her pink panties, her fingers moving down to rub her clit through the fabric.

That was all it took to remind him that it had been almost a week since he had her in front of him like this, pliant and ready. With a quickness, he shrugged off his jacket, jeans, and shoes, and scrambled on the bed in front of her.  

“Now we’re even,” He commented, both of them now only in their underwear and a t-shirt. He crawled over her, pointedly moving her hand from where it had been rubbing at the front of her panties.

He kissed her once on the lips before commanding, “Stop being so impatient. I’m trying to take my time with you.”

He paused at the skeptical look on her face, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “Okay not too much time – it’s almost three A.M., and we’re both tired as fuck.”

She responded with a look that said so get on with it, and he rolled his eyes at her impatience but obliged.

After another quick peck on the lips, he moved down to her neck. His hands slipped all the way under her shirt for the first time that night, happy but unsurprised to find that she was not wearing a bra. As he continued to kiss up and down her neck, he took a nipple in each hand, pinching and rolling and pulling lightly, addicted to the soft gasps she breathed out as he did so.

He moved downward, pushing the shirt up to her armpits so he could kiss his way down her stomach.

“I can remove the shirt,” she suggested lightly, breath already coming out in soft pants.

“Nah,” he responded between feather-light kisses and nips to her stomach. “Love doing this while you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded. “Next time I wear it, all I’m going to think about is how I ate you out tonight.”

Reaching the top hem of her panties, he waited for her to lift her hips so he could slip it off. “Think about how much you squirm, the noises you make.” His mouth watered in anticipation.

Usually, he would tease her a bit before diving in. Usually, he would nip and suck bruises all the way down the inside of her thighs, so that she would be able to feel him whenever her thighs brushed together the next day. But that night they were both feeling a little greedy, because as soon as he finished talking, he was bowing his head to lick a broad wet stripe over her pussy, coming to a stop at her clit, giving it three small licks before bringing it in his lips and sucking.

She gasped and cried out, one hand flying to the sheet above her head, the other curling in his hair. The more he sucked, the more responsive she got. She twisted and bucked up against his mouth, hand on his head, holding his face firmly against her pussy as if there was anywhere else his face would rather be at that moment.

“Rings on or off?” He asked, words muffled from the way his lips were still pressed against her, but they had done this enough times now that she knew exactly what he was asking.

“On,” she commanded, and immediately, two fingers were joining his mouth, rubbing up and down, teasing her hole.

He slipped one finger into her like it was nothing; she was already so wet and plaint from their earlier ministrations and his tongue. He leaned back to watch as she took the finger all the way down to the cool of his mental ring. She released a low hiss as he twisted the finger inside of her. Then, he pulled it out and supplemented it with another.

As his fingers worked inside her, his mouth rotated between licking in between her folds and sucking on her clit. It did not take long for her to start whining even louder, writhing and squirming against him. When she began to buck harder, he had to reach the hand that wasn’t in her up to her waist to hold her down.

“Fuck Cal, I’m close.”

He knew. He knew her body well enough to recognize the way that she shook and squirm and panted as signs that she was about to come.

“Good.” He said smiling when, seconds later, she clenched around his fingers, pulled his hair, and gasped. He worked her through the pulsing of her orgasm, fingers still buried in her, mouth still on her clit, until the stimulation became too much and she had to push him away.

He crawled up her body, coming to rest over her once more, lips going immediately to his favorite spot - the small junction between her throat and her neck.

She pushed gently against his shoulders trying to flip them. “Lie back,” she commanded. “Let me take care of you.”

“Nah,” was his response. “Tonight was about you.”

He came up on one of his elbows then used his other hand to guide her face over so her eyes could meet his. “I want you to know how much I love you. You are my everything. It’s crazy how much I missed you, even after just a week apart.”

She smiled sweetly up at him, her eyes twinkling. “I love you too,” she said, leaning up to connect his lips with hers. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

[gimmeyoon]

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       ↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jin

       ↳ Setting: College AU

       ↳ Word Count: 4.3k

       ↳ Warnings: mentions of binge drinking, language

       ↳ Songs: Waste It One Me by Steve Aoki ft. BTS and Hands by the Vamps

       ❝you just wanted to get drunk and dance and now he’s all you think about❞

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    There’s nothing quite as humbling as vomiting in a fraternity bathroom with two people getting it on in the stall next to you.

    Sana hits at the stall wall as if that will stop the wild animals from doing exactly what they came here to do. Joy tries to sooth you as she pulls your hair out of your face, but she’s so drunk and it’s clear she wishes she was anywhere else at this point. You have to agree with her on that.

    If your life was a cheesy teen romantic comedy, a record would scratch and an older, wiser version of yourself would say, ‘I’m sure you’re wondering how I wound up in this mess.” Though, you figure no one would stay to watch a movie that starts this utterly disgusting. The prop department could have at least mopped the floor before letting your bare ass sit on tiles hopefully made sticky by spilt alcohol, though the moment of sobriety that comes as one is barfing up their brains tells you that’s only one of the residues at best. You suppose the fashion department wouldn’t have let you walk on set without underwear under your dress the way that Joy and Sana had.

    “Honestly, _____, fuck him,” Sana says, abandoning her attempt to stop the actual fucking happening right next to you. “If he’s already with Chaeyoung, then he’s an even bigger fuckboy than any of us thought, and we do not cry over fuckboys.”

    You wonder if you’re supposed to respond as you dry heave next to your friend, but figure Sana will understand. She does have a point though, your makeup is absolutely ruined at this point, which is more than he deserves.

    It’s a process. Sitting in front of your mirror on a Friday night, you carefully beat your face to the gods in preparation for your favorite part of the week. It’s the same every time, the plans slightly different, but the process the same. Your shift at the gym’s reception desk ends at 5:00 and you head back to your apartment where you become slightly jealous at the sight of Joy napping on the couch and head back to your room. You stare at your closest until you figure out which of your outfits sparks joy, Marie Kondo style, and then you grab your tools. You turn on one of your favorite beauty guru’s videos and then the craft begins.

    Joy never misses a chance to tease you about the pure time commitment this process is, but you haven’t been late to a pregame yet.

    Now in your second year of college, you can say without a doubt that this process is the highlight of your week. Sure, occasionally something happens that outshines it, but it’s a constant. You have three hours secured to yourself where it’s just you and tasks that at the end of the day mean very little, but when finished, you have something to show for yourself. It’s about the only productive thing you allow on Friday night.

    You surprise your friends back home with how often you go out, but you promised yourself after a failing your first class Freshmen year due to the sheer amount of time you spent with your friends that you would focus completely on school work during the week and that on the weekend you would let yourself be free and unstructured. Joy and Sana knew better than anyone how hard it was to get you to deviate from your color-coded planner for even the tiniest thing. They liked to joke that if they didn’t schedule getting fries at McDonald’s with you three weeks in advance, there wouldn’t be an opening. They weren’t that far off.

    The weekend was different. It was the only time you let yourself give into the part of your soul that screamed to live life on the edge.

    That was how you had ended up at Beta Tau Sigma months ago with Joy and Sana by your side. You were standing in the kitchen talking to the one member of the fraternity that Joy knew when you saw him for the first time.  

    Well, for the first time in person. You had followed Jungkook on Instagram after one of your friends had tagged him in their photo. He had followed back, and you could always count on a like from him on your posts.

    You grabbed Joy’s arm when you saw him, drawing everyone’s attention towards yourself and the deer in headlights look you could only imagine was on your face.

    “What,” Hoseok asked as he followed your gaze. “You look like you saw a ghost. Do I need to kick some asshole out?”

    “No, sorry. I-I thought I saw someone, but I was wrong.”

    “You sure? Taehyung’s too nice, he’ll just let anyone in.”

    You smiled as you released your grip on Joy’s arm. “Seriously, it was nothing. I think I just need a drink.”

    Hoseok nodded and motioned upstairs. “We keep the good stuff upstairs, and since Joy is the only reason I’m going to pass the human machine, you guys are welcome to it. Consider it my penance.”

    “Oh, so you know penance, but an introductory biology class is too much?” Joy teased as you followed Hoseok.

    “My dad’s a literature professor so he used big words at dinner and made us figure them out. I learned penance when I hid my sister’s laptop in the attic.” Hoseok leads you into the first room on the right and pulls back a curtain to reveal a fully stocked bar. “Jimin’s really into mixology and also showing off his money. So, help yourself,” he said with a dramatic bow.

    “Hoseok, when I say you’re my hero, I want you to really hear me,” you said. “You are my hero and two shots from now, I will tell you that repeatedly.”

    “She’s a very nice drunk,” Sana confirms as she pulls a bottle of tequila from the bar. She pours four shots from the bottle and after those have been forced down, she pours another four.

     That’s how you find the courage to move onto the dance floor, an act that normally doesn’t require much liquid confidence. It’s also an act that doesn’t usually include being as close to Jungkook as it currently has you.

     “Joy,” you start with a giggle. “How many times do I have to look at Jeon Jungkook for him to get the message that I want to put my ass on his dick and pose on that shit?”

     “Firstly, if you ever quote a New Boyz song in presence again, you will be excommunicated from our apartment. Secondly, I think it’s going to take more than a look to communicate all of that.”

    “Not if I have very expressive eyes,” you say with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

    “If you do that, he’ll file a restraining order with the college,” Joy laughs.

    “Joy,” you whine.

    “_____,” she teases. “Seriously, you are a 21st century woman, just tell that boy that you want to dance.”

    “If he says no, I can never show my face here again, you know that, right?”

    “We’ll throw the whole fraternity away if we have to, babe.”

    You decide that a sensible person would at least wait for the song to change before making their move, so three songs later you turn to acquire your target. He’s standing with one of his friends, Jimin you think, and you hate how good he looks. He’s in all black, like he usually is, but the dance room is so hot that his normally straight hair now frames his face in waves. You push back the thought that this is what his hair would look like after sex and make your way across the floor. He’s just a boy, you remind yourself the closer you get. Then you’re there, and you realize you probably should have practiced what you were going to say to him during the previous three songs. And now as Usher guides your movements, it’s too late.

    He looks over as you approach and he offers you a smile, which you know is meant to be inviting, but he looks so damn good that it makes your arms break out in goosebumps.

    “Hi,” you manage with a smile.

    “Hi.”

    You think you might let the silence fall for a beat too long, because Jungkook’s friend that may or may not be named Jimin has the time to look between the two of you before you continue.

    “I follow you on Instagram,” is out of your mouth before you can stop it, and you can feel your ears visibly redden once you realize how stupid that sounds.

     He laughs and you pray to whatever god might be listening that he wasn’t laughing at you.

     “I follow you too,” he says.

     “Thanks for that,” you cringe. It’s silent again for a beat too long, but then you think some god must have been listening, because his friend becomes your second hero of the night.

     “He’d love to dance with you,” Maybe Jimin says as he pushes Jungkook in your direction, and that’s exactly the intervention you need to reach out for his hand.

      You pull Jungkook through the crowd of people and begin to dance with him as soon as you find a spot that doesn’t make you feel claustrophobic. You think for a second how ironic it is to find an open space when you place your hips flush with his and begin to dance to whatever overplayed song the fraternity brother playing DJ has chosen.

      He’s a better dancer than you would have guessed, his hips moving heavenly with the music, and the way he hardens beneath you helps heighten the confidence the alcohol gave you. His body is strong behind yours, and for a moment you wish you hadn’t had so much to drink because then you might have invited him back to your place to see what his body felt like on top of yours.

    It’s four songs later when the sound of his name breaks your heart.

    “Jeon!” Someone yells, from across the room, causing Jungkook to pull away from you and search for his friend. He must find him when he grabs your hand and pulls you with him. The culprit is smiling as you meet him and motions for you to follow him. “We need two more for beer pong and it’s time for you to put your money where your mouth is.”

    Jungkook looks back at you, “Do you want to play?”

    Considering your options appear to be leaving Jungkook to writhe around in the dance room with some other people that you are absolutely no longer interested in or play a drinking game with Jungkook and potentially speak to him about something other than the fact that you follow him on Instagram, you do not hesitate to say yes.

    You find out two things about Jungkook very quickly. Firstly, he is very good at beer pong and secondly, he is very competitive, which the first thing helps.

    “Taehyung is going to regret asking us to play,” Jungkook smiles as he hands you a ping pong ball.

    “Less trash talking, and more playing, yeah?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow.

     “Don’t rush my partner, yeah?” Jungkook copies Taehyung’s stature, and you can’t help but laugh at how theatrical he is.

     “Patience is a virtue, young Taehyung,” you say as you aim for a red solo cup.

     The ball lands in the drink with a satisfying slosh and Jungkook high-fives your success. It’s five more games of this and then your stomach betrays you. No longer are you focused on winning. No, now you are focused on feeding whatever beast entered your system with the alcohol.

     “Jungkook,” you start. “How do you feel about shenanigans?”

     His head tilts to the side as he looks at you. “Shenanigans?”

     “Do you trust me?”

     He smiles and nods his head. “Lead the way, Captain,” he says with a salute.

     Your fingers intertwine with his as you lead him out of the fraternity house and onto the streets.

     “Shenanigans,” you say turning around to look at him, continuing to walk backwards, “are what happens after the party. Anything can be a shenanigan if you really set your mind to it.”

     “And what does tonight have in store for us,” he asks.

     “Well, Jungkook, I hope you’re hungry. Because it’s waffle time.”

     “Lucky for you,” he laughs. “I’m always hungry.”

     You laugh as well as you turn in a circle. When you stop your whirling, you find Jungkook’s arms braced, clearly ready to catch you.

     “You’re going to fall, drunkie.”

     “Please call me by my government name, Drunkard Joseph Montgomery Alabama the third.”

     “Wow, that is a name.”

     “Thank you, it was my father’s and his father’s before him.”

     “Thus, the third.”

     “Thus, the third,” You laugh.

     The fluorescent lights of your local Waffle House should make Jungkook look slightly worse for wear as you know they are doing to you and as they do to most humans, but clearly Jungkook is not like the rest of the mere mortals that roam this Earth, because you swear to god his eyes sparkle as he looks at the plastic menu before him. He keeps switching between the breakfast and the lunch/dinner side of the menu, mumbling under his breath that his not sure which he’s in the mood for at the moment.

    You do not face the same problem, as you order the All-Star breakfast every time. There has never been a moment where you have sat in these yellow booths and not wanted waffles. You figure if the establishment is named after a specific food, you should probably order that food, and you’re just about to tell Jungkook as much when he sets his menu down and looks up at you.

    “I have decided,” he said, his tone serious.

    “Do tell.”

    “Burger,” he smiled.

    “Wrong.”

    His face falls at this. “Wrong?”

    “We’re at Waffle House, the only right answer is waffles.”

    “Wrong,” he responds, copying your tone from before. “They sell more than just waffles; therefore, you are meant to order things other than waffles as well.”

     “Okay, IHOB.”

     “What did you just call me?” he asks, his face breaking into a large smile.

     “IHOB, as in the International House of Burgers,” you stick your tongue out, which earns a laugh from your companion. “When in Rome, order waffles.”

     “I don’t think that’s the saying,”

     “I don’t think this is a burger establishment.”

     The waitress approaches your booth at this moment, and Jungkook quickly places his burger order, sticking his tongue out at you as she writes his burger on the ticket.

     “And since I’m a responsible adult, I’ll be having the All-Star breakfast,” you said when it was your turn to order.

    The waitress nods as she writes down your order, “Bacon, sausage, or ham.”

    “Sausage, please.”

    “Wrong,” Jungkook responds as the waitress walks away. “The only valid choice when bacon is an option is bacon.”

    “Oh, grow up,” you roll your eyes. “Sausage is a valid option.”

    He shakes his head, “Only when bacon isn’t available.”

    “Pretty bold talk from a guy who might be asking me to choose his sausage later.”

     He reddens at this, his eyes widening, but never leaving your face. The words were out of your mouth before you could think better, and you’re pretty sure the only reason you don’t get up and leave is because you’re still pretty drunk.

     Jungkook shakes his head, as a smile spreads across his face. “I don’t think any bacon will be present at that moment, so sausage would be a valid choice.”

     You can’t help but laugh at this, and Jungkook joins you. You talk about school after you calm down, and you’ve started to talk about your hometowns by the time the waitress brings your meals. You both shake your heads at the other’s order, causing the laughter to return, and it takes a few moments before you can actually begin to eat.

     You’re almost finished with your waffle, when you realize everyone else in the restaurant is focused on the staff behind the counter. Jungkook is telling you a story about his older brother, but you can’t focus as you try and figure out what has everyone’s attention. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’re drunk, or the fact that talking to Jungkook comes so naturally, but you’ve completely missed the altercation brewing between the staff. Their voices get louder with each word, and before it can get any worse, you take money out of your wallet, quickly making sure that it is enough to cover both meals plus the tip and stand up. You reach for Jungkook’s hand, while he stares up at you dumbfounded, and you make your way for the door. You’re just about to make it out, when one of the employees finally makes contact with the other. You freeze at the action, and stand stunned, not sure if you’re waiting to see if he’s okay or if anyone will do anything to stop it. The next thing you know, the punched employee, is grabbing the other by the shirt and throwing him against the counter.

    Jungkook takes action at this, pulling you out the door with him and through the parking lot. You turn to look at Jungkook with wide eyes, not sure how your shenanigan ended up quite like this.

    “Holy shit,” he breathes, as he rakes a hand through his hair. “I guess that’s Waffle House at 2:00 a.m. for you.”

    You can’t help but laugh at this, though you feel a bit of guilt considering how awful the situation is. Jungkook smiles at this and for that alone you’re glad that you laughed.

    “Come on,” you say, as you look at your surroundings. “There’s a river around here, I want to show you.”

    Jungkook follows, not having dropped your hand yet, and you walk like this in the direction of the park you like to go to sometimes. It’s pitch-black as you near the location, which causes you to grip Jungkook’s hand a bit tighter than before. If he’s as nervous as you, he doesn’t let on, but he does pull his phone from his pocket and turn his flashlight on, which you are thankful for. Your pace quickens after this, the excitement of showing Jungkook the river driving you forward, and when you arrive, you drop his hand before skipping towards the bank.

    You turn around to face him, positively beaming as you stretch your arms as if to say here it is, the grand finale, and Jungkook matches your wide smile. He walks towards you, as you bend down to take your shoes off. When you look back up, he’s looking at you with confusion on his face.

    “Well, I’m not going to wear my shoes into the water,” you answered.

    “We’re going in the water?”

    “Shenanigans, Jungkook. They’re not done yet,” you said, as you turned around and made your way into the river. The silence of the night is inviting, and you find yourself closing your eyes and leaning your head back in relaxation. You hear Jungkook wade in behind you, and you only open your eyes when his movement stops.

    He’s looking at you and he smiles when your eyes meet his. “How did you find this place?”

    “I used to babysit these kids freshmen year, and their mom took them to this park.”

    “I haven’t really left campus that much,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’d be nice to run here though.”

    You nod in agreement, turning to look up at the few stars above. Jungkook reaches for your hand in the dark, and you reach back, feeling comforted by his presence here. You think for a moment that it’s nice that you two can just stand here in the silence like this, and you’re about to say something to that effect, when suddenly Jungkook sends a wave of water hurtling towards you. You’re shocked when you look down to see him crouched, ready to splash you again.

    “Shenanigans,” he says, simply, as he launches another attack on you.

    This time you’re prepared, and you block your face, though it does very little to help. Quickly, you’re crouching as well, not one to go down without a fight, and soon both of you are soaking wet and breathless. Jungkook’s hair hangs heavy around his face, water dripping from his black locks onto his cheeks, and you hate to even think about the state that your makeup is in now.

    The smirk on Jungkook’s face, tells you all you need to know, and you shake your head in response. “I look like a monster, right?”

    “You could convincingly be cast in a horror movie.”

     You give him the middle finger at this, before trudging back to land. You’re about halfway back, when you hear Jungkook running after you, and as you turn around to see what he is doing, he’s wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up.

     “Jeon Jungkook!” you scream, as you pound at his back. “Put me down.”

     He only laughs in response, carrying you the rest of the way to the shore. He finally complies with your demand, placing you underneath a tree. He sits down, and when you don’t immediately follow, he pats the space beside him, looking up at you with big eyes.

    You chuckle as you join him at the base of the tree, and he smiles triumphantly.

    “Maybe it’s too soon to call, but I think I might be better at shenanigans than you.”

    You scoff. “You made me look like the grudge. That is foul play and not allowed during a night of shenanigans.”

    “Oh, excuse me. I was under the impression that there was only one rule and that was to have fun.”

    “I am not having fun.”

    “You’re not?” he frowns. “I don’t know, seemed like you were having fun.”

    “Nope, not anymore. I spent too much time and money on this makeup to consider this fun.”

    “What a shame,” he smiles. “I kind of like this look.”

    “Really?” you deadpan.

    “Yeah, it says ‘just know that if you ever break up with me, I will murder your ass.’”

    “Oh, good. That’s the energy I want to be putting out into the world.”

    Jungkook laughs. “You’re very welcome for helping you achieve your truest form.”

    You’re silent for a beat after this, both of you smiling widely at each other, and you think that you are in no rush to get home. You think that he may lean in and kiss you, because he keeps looking down at your lips, and he moves slightly forward, but his eyes completely leave yours, and he’s reaching for something on the ground instead.

    You’re about to stand up and leave, your new found sobriety horrified that you might have just embarrassed yourself, but then Jungkook is looking at you again and smiling.

   “A geode,” he said, bring a rock between the two of you. “My dad and I used to collect this when I was little.”

   You nod your head, not sure what to say because your brain just keeps screaming about how much of an idiot you are but also how cute he is, and it’s too much for you to come up with a reasonable response.

    “For you,” he smiles widely, as he reaches for your hand and places the rock into it. “Never forget our shenanigans.”

     “Never,” you agree, bringing the hand holding the rock to your heart.

      He beams at this and then stands up. “We should probably try and get home before the sun rises.”

     You nod your head, though you don’t agree. You would stay out here until the sun set again if you got to keep talking to Jungkook.  You begin the walk back to campus, showing Jungkook a shortcut you had found a few months ago, and when Jungkook should veer off to head back to his fraternity house, he keeps going straight with you. You try to fight the blush that creeps up your neck as you realize this.

    He’s talking animatedly about something Taehyung did a few weekends ago when you finally make it to your apartment. He seems to hesitate for a moment, but then he’s smiling and staying firmly on his side of the hallway.

   “Thanks for walking me back,” you said finally.

   “Of course,” he nods. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

    You nod your head as well, a bit disappointed that yet again he isn’t attempting to kiss you, and you think for a moment that maybe this meant way more to you than it did to him.

   “Tight,” he said. “Then I better get going. Goodnight, _____.”

   “Goodnight, Jungkook.” You watched as he walked down the hallway towards the exit, and once he was out of sight you unlock the front door and make you way inside.

     You sigh as you kick off your shoes and make your way further into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. You’re taking your first sip when there’s a knock at the door. You check quickly to see who it is, and your heart races as familiar doe eyes stare back at you. Goosebumps cover your arms as you open the door.

   “Sorry, I just-” he nervously rubs at the back of his neck. “I forgot something,” he said, as he closed the distance between the two of you and pulled you into a kiss. Your damp clothes rub awkwardly against your body, and Jungkook’s burger breath catches you more off guard than the kiss itself, yet still you melt in his arms, and you think this is the kind of thing people write songs about.

    And when he’s pulling away, you think you want to capture the way he looks at you in a photo and look at it all day long.

    “Goodnight again, _____.”

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[lordsicheng]

A New Start: Pt. 1

Lee Juyeon x OC

summary: after delays of you being able to visit family, your boss finally lets you have a longer break for the holidays and the new year. what’s even more exciting is that your best friend, Juyeon, decides to tag along as a way for him to meet your family finally. however, other than being your best friend, he may have hidden feelings that he needed to speak to you in hopes that he can confess to them before the clock strikes 12 for the new year.

a/n: to whoever requested this I’m sorry for much delay! I assure you guys I (re)wrote the first two chapters finally after my pc broke and deleted all my files. also this was supposed to be posted back in january/new year but oh well my new year started with a busted pc lmao enjoy!! I need to write more The Boyz stuff

“What could go wrong?” Juyeon asked as he put the other handcarry bags in the lavatory and laughed as he sat next to you, buckling his seatbelt right after

“Don’t say that! Something wrong’s gonna happen if you keep jinxing stuff.” you slapped his shoulder lightly and looked to the side where the window was

“I give you the window seat and you slap me. Rude, much?” Juyeon chuckled, crossing his arms as he looked at you

“I just can’t believe I was approved on my request to go back to America for New Year’s.” you smiled, turning your head to look at Juyeon

“And, your best friend got approved of a leave as well. Making you less lonely.” he wiggled his brows, trying to make you laugh

“I am less lonely. But more irritated.” you gave a straight face, making him stop his antics

“Wow.” Juyeon went all sulky, but in a playful way and turned to look at the other passenger seated to him who was pretty much a much older adult who looked as if he was going to be on a business trip

You just gave a soft chuckle and put on your earphones to blast some music to help you sleep before takeoff, since you barely had any sleep for the past two days out of excitement from finally going home after not celebrating New Year’s with your family for three years. You finally felt tired at the plane, slowly drifting into sleep.

Juyeon, on the other hand, just kept fidgeting on his phone. He glanced to the side again, seeing the man next to him smile at a photo on his phone that had a photo of what seemed to be his children and their mom.

“Your kids?” Juyeon asked

“Yeah. I’m very excited to see them after five years.” he nodded, chuckling

“Five years?” Juyeon looked at the man, sounding a little shocked

“Yeah. It’s hard working right across the world from people you love.”

Just as soon as the man kept smiling on his phone, Juyeon turned to look at you sleeping very well. The man noticed Juyeon stare at you and couldn’t help but smile

“On vacation with your girlfriend?” he asked, making Juyeon slightly flustered

“Uhh, she’s not… my girlfriend…” Juyeon replied as he looked at the man, stuttering

“Oh. Then, wife? Because if so you both look too young to be married.” he squinted a bit to look closely at you and then to Juyeon again

“N-no! She’s my best friend, sir.” he corrected, and the man just grinned

You actually heard the conversation a bit, shaking your head a bit and trying to get to sleep and just brush off their talk. Juyeon took a glance at you to make sure you were comfortable as the plane took off. Again, it was gonna be over ten hours of a flight, so he also made sure there were things that could distract him from his impatience as he was both excited but also nervous, since he had not met your family members sans your brother yet.

-

After almost eleven hours, you had finally arrived America and directly went towards the baggage claim area to get your luggage. Juyeon, being someone who has never traveled so far of a country, looked around the airport that seemed to excite him even more from his arrival. You, on the other hand, just ran off to get your stuff

“Wait for me!” Juyeon yelled

“Hurry up! Mom’s waiting at the parking area!” you yelled back as you ran, Juyeon having no choice but to run after you

Juyeon furrowed his brows while looking for your luggage, as there were a ton of ones that had similar colors and sizes. You laughed at his expression, shaking your head

“You have a green ribbon tied on your black luggage. I have a yellow one.” you smiled, realizing your bag was moving near

“Right.” he nodded, also looking at the bag

You both finally got your entire luggage after a little over twenty minutes of waiting, immediately moving to the exit where you texted your mom to meet you up at. Juyeon was the one pushing the cart with the luggage as you lead the way, looking left and right to find your mom

“Y/n! Y/n!” your brother called from afar as he ran towards you, hugging you tightly once he got to you

“You munchkin! Where’s mom?” you laughed, immediately seeing your mom drive up from nearby

“Finally.” she smiled, walking out of the car and parking for a bit to give you a tight squeeze of a hug

“Mommy!” you squealed

You suddenly remembered Juyeon was just awkwardly standing from nearby, pulling out from the hug to stand next to him to try and drag him towards your mom and brother

“Guys, Juyeon. Kevin has met him when he went to Seoul last year, mom. And now you know who my best friend is. And what he looks like.” you grinned, and your mom took her time looking at Juyeon from up and down

“H-hello.” Juyeon awkwardly bowed

“Handsome man. Are you taking care of my daughter well?” your mom asked, surprising Juyeon

“Y-yes ma’am.” he gulped out of nervousness

“Don’t be shy, she’s chill.” you nudged Juyeon’s side, but he still was a bit too anxious to look her in the eye

“Alright, let’s head home. Parking seems to have raised a couple bucks since the last time.” your mom sighed, opening the trunk of the car as your brother and Juyeon put in the luggage and went inside the car along with you and your mom heading in first to drive

-

“So you’re staying for only a week?” your mom asked as she sat next to you on the sofa

“I have tons of work to do, mom. I was lucky enough to even get a week off of work.” you sighed, grabbing your laptop from the coffee table in front of you

“You’re home, sweetie. Can’t you take maybe a day or two off without doing anything work related?” she said worriedly, looking at you as you opened your laptop and turned it on

“Mom, you know how hard my job is.” you looked at her with assurance

“I mean, you need to think about other things than work. Like… going to the winter festival in the city? You can take your brother and Juyeon with you.” she smiled, looking at the clock

“Oh, I need to pick up your dad from work. We’ll meet at 7pm?” she stood and walked away to go to the kitchen

“Sounds… good?” you looked over to the stairs to see Juyeon walk down while checking his phone

“Hey, what’s the wifi password?” he asked, turning his head to look at you

“ANGELCOOKIE4. ALL CAPS!” your mom yelled from the kitchen

“Mom!” you called out

“We’re all angels, there are four in the family, and everyone loves cookies!” she giggled

“Mom you’re scaring Juyeon away.” your brother said as he walked down the stairs and stood next to Juyeon

“Who knows, we might change four to five soon.” your mom replied, making you look away and widen your eyes, your brother nudging Juyeon

“S-so are we going to the winter festival?” you asked, not even looking back at the two by the stairs