#yuta is so fucking cute but i wish he said those things in front of hinata. poor bby needs to know his lil bro doesn't hate him at all

[koumeowkami]

stumbles out of the 2wink climax event covered in blood (and tears)

[ootahime]

what is utahime’s role in the future? — a prediction (manga spoilers)

part 2 (unedited)

part 1 is here!

let’s continue answering the question: is utahime weak?

chapter 135

what preparations is utahime making? like i’ve mentioned before, i theorize that she needs to charge up in order to use her technique. since momo and the other kyoto students are fighting on the front line to buy time for utahime, i believe that they trust that their teacher’s ability can help turn the situation around.

what do the students think of her? do they think she’s weak?

chapter 128

mechamaru manipulates the circumstances in a way that allow him to keep the kyoto people away from danger. this has more to do with how much he cares about his classmates and his teacher rather than seeing them as incompetent sorcerers who can’t hold their own. notice how he says “EVEN utahime”.

chapter 128

kamo thinks mechamaru doesn’t have that much faith in the Kyoto students—but this isn’t true at all! he knows who the enemy is and has a grasp of how dangerous they are. he just wants to keep his friends safe. besides, kamo is a semi-grade 1 sorcerer which means he’s more than capable of defending himself against curses. but since he’s being kept safe too, it suggests that this is not a matter of keeping weak people away from fighting :)

chapter 41

this seems a bit off topic but let’s talk about the misogyny in jujutsu society. momo points out to nobara that the women from the zenin clan are expected to be perfect. the misogyny runs so deep to the point where some women aren’t allowed to even fight. you may think that this is just about the zenin clan but it’s about society as a whole. that’s why nobara responds to momo in a more personal sense. she doesn’t care about the boys versus girls issue because she embraces all aspects of herself. she loves herself when she’s strong, and she loves herself when she’s dressed up and beautiful. if it only applied to the zenin family then nobara wouldn’t have responded the way she did.

in the chapter before, nishimiya explains, “even if a girl has skills, if she’s not cute, she’s looked down upon. of course, if she’s only cute with no skill, it’s the same. women sorcerers aren’t expected to be skilled, they’re expected to be perfect.”

some of the female characters in jujutsu kaisen apply to this. for example, maki and mai. they’re looked down upon because one can’t use a cursed technique or see curses, while the other’s cursed technique is weak. in chapter 148(?) naoya says the only thing maki had going for her was her face, but it’s ruined now so she’s nothing. the zenin twins fall under the “cute but not skilled” category in jujutsu society. before we can put utahime into a category, let’s examine mei.

i promise this will all connect so please bear with me LOLLL let’s move on to mei. we find out that mei has the ability to control crows. she deems this ability as weak because it’s simple and doesn’t have much attack or defense power.

she convinces herself that a sorcerer’s worth doesn’t revolve around their CT. by following this ideal, she soon found herself at her limit because you can only hone your physical abilities to an extent. she said she was crushed because she thought that her weak CT would forever stunt her ability to grow as a sorcerer. but because of all the training she did in order to not rely on her CT, she was able to combine her physical prowess with her technique to make what’s best of her ability to control crows.

mei is an example of a perfect woman based on the standards the jujutsu world has established for women. although she has a weak technique, she makes up for it with adept use of weapons and physical prowess. she found a way to incorporate this “weak” ability to make it something strong. she’s beautiful and powerful so therefore, she was promoted to be a grade 1 sorcerer. she is what a woman is expected to be in order to be acknowledged by others.

what about utahime? why couldn’t she follow the same footsteps as mei?

i can’t answer that because we don’t really know much about utahime so far. i can only speculate why. being a grade 2 sorcerer at 20 is not bad at all. but why is she stuck as a semi-grade 1 sorcerer at 31? that surely proves she’s just weak, right?

semi-grade 1 sorcerers are sorcerers who have performed well on missions with a person accompanying them. i feel like when utahime was on a mission to exorcise a grade 1 curse on her own (the final step of the grade 1 promotion process), something happened that gave her her scar and made her unable to fulfill the mission. it’s either that or she did complete the mission but her appearance is too unsatisfactory. can you recall what nishimiya said? if you’re cute and not skilled, you’re not good enough. if you’re not cute and skilled, you’re still not good enough.

in men, scars are a symbol of honor and strength. on the other hand, scars on a woman’s face are seen as an imperfection. as a result, those who are scarred are deemed imperfect and unsuitable for marriage.

gojo hates the way things are run because the higher ups are so close-minded. they make decisions on a whim and have no compassion for sorcerers who are breaking their backs on their orders. he wants to change jujutsu society for the better by raising the next generation of sorcerers to be as strong as him. the old-fashioned and narrow-minded attitude of the higher ups leads me to believe that utahime is stuck as a semi-grade 1 sorcerer because she is viewed as imperfect. utahime’s scar is most likely the reason contributing to her being held back. who would want to promote a woman who isn’t beautiful enough to be a grade 1 sorcerer?

she obviously has a lot to offer because she’s a teacher at Kyoto. todo, a grade 1 sorcerer, has never shown any sign of disrespect towards utahime despite the fact that he surpassed her in rankings. he trusts in her and believes she has some things she can teach him.

can we additionally address the fact that gojo respects mei? he refers to her as mei-san and says that there’s no way she’d cry because she’s strong. mei has a weak technique though? 🤔🤔🤔 controlling crows?!?!?! nah im jk, mei is strong with and without her technique, of course. since gojo respects someone like mei, a person who doesn’t have an out-of-this-world technique, i believe his view of someone strong isn’t solely based on their technique. when he calls utahime weak, he may not be insulting her CT. it’s just all jokes because in chapter 65, geto and mei join in on the fun too and pick on her. mr. hot shot knows that utahime is a valuable asset to his plans so he entrusts her with the task of unearthing the traitor(s). if she was so incapable of such a thing, why did he pay mei to do the same job? 🤔

*a lot of people think mei was actually paid by gojo to promote his students but that’s incorrect. it goes against everything gojo advocates for. he wants his kids to enjoy their youth because his was taken away. being a sorcerer is not a smooth job and no matter how many years you’re in the profession, it never gets easier. he doesn’t wish for his students to be thrust in a world full of hardship and loss, which is why he was so against yuuji and yuta’s execution. he works hard to preserve the innocence of his students. he doesn’t want yuji’s heart to break, not even once. why would he pay mei to promote his students to grade 1? that would automatically strip them of their innocence and youth and push them into a world full of burden and pain.

PHEW that was long. how does this all tie back to utahime’s future role in the story?

her CT will probably come in clutch in an important battle

she might be the one to help get gojo out the box (A REACH i know)

she will help gojo with his plan to overthrow and change jujutsu society as a whole

i don’t really have to dive into the first bullet point. as for the second one, look at what i found!

in the second opening, utahime is seen searching for something in a dim forest.

*i read an analysis about opening 2 and apparently this just symbolizes her looking for the traitors. that makes sense too.

in chapter 144, this scenery pops up right before they enter master tengen’s base(?) the branches are thicker than in the opening but it gives the same vibes to me. i think utahime will be the one to break gojo out.

why utahime? well, gojo is their best shot at stabilizing whatever the fuck is going on right now. she knows it’s a crime to unseal him, but she wants her students to be safe so she’ll probably risk it. plus, gojo’s flashback starts with him breaking utahime and mei out of a building with a barrier.  i think utahime breaking gojo out of the prison realm will make a perfect parallel :3

that theory is a massive ass pull I KNOW. it’s just fun to think about. it’s likely that kurusu hana will be the one helping yuuji and megumi out with that.

if utahime isn’t the one freeing gojo, she will definitely come face to face with the other traitors.

ive read numerous Reddit threads and tons of users think she’ll play a small role in the story—nothing too significant. i’m perfectly content with that as well. i never expected her to be gojo level or anything like that LMAOO. as long as we get to see her technique in action, i will be satisfied 😮‍💨

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i feel like there may be a few things i missed but i tried to include everything i could think of. the organization of this post is quite off but im too lazy to rearrange it in a way that makes it more coherent LOL. thank you so much for reading. ill probably analyze gojo and utahime’s interactions in the manga and anime next :-)

[doeilovr]

Crushes and Peaches

requested by anon: they asked for a Jaehyun one shot, where he knows your crush on him. After a round of truth or dare only leads to a misunderstanding (since you’re shy) he ends up finding out about your crush on him. It’s with lots of fluff and a bit of smut hehe I tried I hope you like it :)

-> Genre: Jaehyun x femReader, Student Jaehyun, college au, fluff, a bit of smut

-> Warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol and drug use, suggestive themes

-> Word count: 3.5 k

You had known Jung Jaheyun for a while now. Going to the same college and having the same friends, you often found yourself hanging out with him. You would call him a good friend. But secretly you wished to call him your boyfriend.

On weekends after studying you would hangout with him and your friends at their dorm, drinking, eating and talking until the early morning. You would all go to parties , although you absolutely despised those. All just to see Jaehyun.

Your friends knew you had the biggest crush on him and would even tease you about it, yet you never saw Jaehyun get the hint.

After another long week of studying you were happily walking out of college, talking to Mark and Johnny and making plans for the weekend. You already saw yourself sitting on the sofa, slurping ice tea and watching TV, but Johnny and Mark had different plans.

“Jungwoo is throwing a party tomorrow”, Mark rubbed his hands in excitement. Johnny furrowed his brows, “Jungwoo was the engineering guy, right?” Mark chuckled, slapping his friend on the arm playfully. “Yeah, we’ve been to one of his parties before.”

You watched Johnny chuckle, slapping himself on the forehead. “Stupid me. I should smoke less.” You couldn’t help but laugh too. Johnny was the driver of your group that’s why he always sticked to smoking instead of drinking. Wasn’t really better, but he got you always home safely, so you didn’t complain.

Johnny drove all of you home after class too, whenever you finished at the same time, since your dorm was close to theirs. You were just walking to his car, when an arm suddenly landed on your shoulder, pulling you in a light side hug.

“What are my favorite people doing”, Jaheyun greeted you, a big smile across his face. You looked up to him, smiling nervously at the sudden contact and quickly averted your gaze when he caught your eyes. “Party at Jungwoo’s, tomorrow”, Mark summarized.

“That’s the engineering kid, am I right?” You and Johnny laughed in unison, Jaehyun was definitely spending too much time with Johnny. Mark only sighing. “You guys, seriously”, he mumbled, shaking his head with his typical cute giggle.

Johnny drove you to your place, the boys waving their goodbyes to you, before you disappeared in your dorm. You shared an apartment with two other girls, Yeri and Joy. And you were glad both of them were laid back and chill, since that gave you the opportunity to really relax at home.

Never in the world you could imagine yourself living in a dorm of 5, like your friends did. It was already enough to handle Mark and Johnny sometimes, but when a whole Yuta and Ten were home too, who were literally the life of the party themselves, it was always loud. Loud and honestly funny.

But maybe that was the reason you found yourself crushing over Jaehyun. Even if he was super outgoing, whenever you were with him, it was really chill and fun. He was entertaining and a good listener. And damn did he have a pretty smile. The way his dimples popped out always brought butterflies to your stomach.

You spent the rest of the day doing homework and relaxing. As you were lying down in bed, you got a video-call from Johnny. “What’s up”, you said, sitting up in bed again. Johnny was lying in bed, shirtless, which you tried to ignore. “Just wanted to make sure you were still alive after Jaehyun touched you today.”

You choked on your spit, shooting Johnny a warning glare. “What the fuck, John.” He laughed, shrugging at you. “It was a joke, y/n.” You sighed, leaning your head on your hand. “Are you calling me to say I should confess to Jaehyun? Because that’s not gonna happen”, you declared, raising your eyebrows slightly.

“Okay, listen. I was gonna say exactly that-“ you interrupted him with a loud and mocking laugh, “I knew it”, before he continued, “but now I got a different idea.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Johnny I’m not gonna send him nudes. That idea is and will always be out of question.”

You remembered the countless times Johnny had given you advice on how to win Jaehyun, but it had always been questionable things like sending him nudes or making him jealous. “You’re lame. Everyone likes a good-“ before he could continue, you raised your hand at him. “Please, don’t. I’m going to bed.”

Johnny mumbled some incoherent words, before he said goodnight and then you hung up, shaking your head in disbelief at his weird ideas. You didn’t want to lure Jaehyun into liking you. You wanted him to really like you, even if that meant you had wait a little. And maybe someday you would tell him about your feelings. Maybe. But maybe not.

The following evening, you found yourself standing in front of your mirror, holding up a white floral dress you had recently bought. Yeri was painting her toe nails at your desk, while Joy was lying on her stomach on your bed, watching you. They were always giving you fashion advice whenever you went to a party.

“God, y/n, you’re not going to church. Put that back”, Joy complained. You sighed in defeat, putting it back into the closet. “Wear the navy one, with the spaghetti straps”, Yeri wasn’t even looking your direction. You grabbed the dress from your closet, one you bought some time ago, but never had the courage to wear. You held it up, turning to Joy, who was looking impressed.

“This is it, honey”, she clapped, getting up from the bed to get your black heels from under your bed. Your friends just knew you too well. After getting dressed, Yeri curled your hair, while Joy put on some lip gloss and a bit of eye makeup. “Jaehyun will not be able to keep his eyes off of you tonight”, Joy smirked, wiggling her eyebrows and earning a laughter from you and Yeri.

You held Mark’s hand, entering the house and being welcomed by disco lights, dancing students and the deafening bass of bad guy. The rest of your friends had arrived earlier and were already spread out throughout the house.

Mark lead you to the kitchen, where Yuta was greeting you with a quick hug. “You look good”, Yuta winked and you smiled. He was such a flirt. Mark handed you a red cup, “I made it sweet”, he explained, almost shouting as the music was quiet loud in the kitchen. You took a sip, immediately tasting the sweet strawberry juice and almost forgetting it contained alcohol, if it wasn’t for the strong smell of wodka. Mark was watching you and smiled when you gave a thumbs up, turning away to talk to Yuta.

Your eyes went to the dance floor, where students were dancing wildly to a Lady Gaga remix. Your eyes wandered around until they stopped at Jaehyun’s tall figure, leaning against the wall across the room. He waved at you and even though it was too dark to see, you just knew his dimpled smile decorated his face.

You waved back at him, a shy smile playing on your lips. Mark put his hand on your waist, your attention wandering to him, “wanna dance”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. You looked up at him, unsure and shrugged, “I don’t know, Mark.” Your gaze went back to the dance floor and the crowd of students. The song was just changing into a popular song by the Weekend and you found yourself relax a bit.

Mark noticed the change in your expression, leading you to the dance floor. You carefully started to move to the beat, the cup of liquor in one hand. Mark knew you weren’t really into parties, so he made sure you felt somewhat comfortable, dancing around you until he saw you smile. Who wouldn’t smile seeing his goofy dance moves, come on.

The bass of the song was vibrating in your chest and you felt your feet and hips naturally move to the melody. Before you knew it you were losing yourself in the music, the alcohol making you loosen up more. Enjoying yourself, you closed your eyes, just trying to live in the moment.

As the song changed you opened your eyes again, finding a familiar figure standing in front of you. Your breath hitched at the sight of no other than Jung Jaehyun, swaying slightly to the beat as he studied you. He looked insanely good in his black jeans and orange Hawaiian shirt, an unreadable expression on his face.

At that moment you were so thankful for the lights that prevented Jaehyun from seeing your panicked reaction. Oh god, why did he look at you with those eyes. Suddenly feeling way too nervous, you pointed at your cup. “Excuse me”, you yelled over the loud music, turning on your heel to head back to the kitchen.

You honestly didn’t even want another drink, or whatever it was that Mark had given you, you just neeeded to get away from Jaehyun and his handsome face. You did feel a bit bad though, leaving him standing on the dance floor like that.

Interrupting your thoughts, a hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, startling you. You turned your head to find the host of the party, Jungwoo, grinning down at you. “Hey y/n”, he greeted. “Hi”, you shyly smiled. Jungwoo leaned down, a mixture of smoke and liquor filling your nose, “some of us are playing truth or dare. Johnny asked me to invite you”, he explained softly.

Johnny would never let you live, huh. You wanted to turn him down, but Jungwoo’s smile was way too sweet to say no to. “Lead the way”, you sighed in defeat. Jungwoo motioned with his head and you followed him through the kitchen, all the way to the back of the house, where it was a lot calmer.

There was a leather sofa on the side, yet everyone sat in a circle on the floor. You spotted Johnny on the floor, making sure to send him a death glare, but he only winked at you teasingly. On your right sat Mark and Yuta, laughing together. There were a few other students you had only see a few times on campus and - oh how you hated Johnny - Jaheyun turning his head around to look at you.

You didn’t spare him a glance and quickly sat down between Jungwoo and someone that was apparently called Haechan. “Alright”, Jungwoo lead the game, looking around the group, “I assume everyone knows the rules of truth or dare.” You nodded absentmindedly, your gaze fixed on the floor. You sat on your knees, your dress thankfully covering you legs. Still you felt super nervous, unconsciously chewing on your lips.

Jungwoo pointed to Haechan, “let’s start with you, Haechanie. Truth or dare?” Mark quickly lifted his hand, like the good student he was and you found yourself smiling at his cute action. You always asked yourself how someone like Mark ended up at parties like this.

“Your first kiss”, Mark blurted out, seeming genuinely curious. You almost chocked, asking yourself if you were the only one who didn’t want an answer to that. Haechan hummed next to you, deeply in thought. “Okay, here we go”, he snipped his finger, as he finally made up his mind.

Your head turned to the boy next to you and you did a double take, when you noticed Jaehyun staring at you. He was sitting on the right side of Haechan, facing you (of course).

Nervously you averted your gaze, focusing back on Haechan. “I’m not straight, but Joy from biology.” Your eyes widened at the familiarity of the name. Was he talking about your Joy? Your roommate Joy? You blinked at him in shock, while he earned a few high fives from his friends.

Haechan locked eyes with you, “Y/n”. You looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as everyone’s eyes fell on you. “Truth or dare?” You heard Haechan chuckle next to you. You nervously cleared your throat, “I’ll go with truth.”

The last time you had played truth or dare was at a party last year and when you chose dare you ended up in a closet with Yuta. He didn’t try anything, but rather told you funny stories from parties he attended in the past. You thought it was sweet and you actually enjoyed talking to him, but he got so wasted that night, you doubted he’d remember anything.

“What is your favorite thing about Jaehyun”, Haechan asked, dragging out his name. You just knew he had an evil grin on his lips, before your head shot up to meet his eyes. Your gaze wandered to Jaehyun, who was leaning back on his hands, tilting his head at you. He looked curious and you felt your heart beat fast in your chest.

What could you say? Everything. That was the truth, you liked every goddamn thing about this man. Damn, why did Haechan have to chose you for this stupid game. No, why did Jungwoo convince you to join in the first place.

You inhaled sharply, “well I think- I don’t know, his cheeks are cute”, you shrugged, your voice unnaturally high. Jaehyun smiled a bit at your answer, his dimples popping out and you felt like melting at the view. But then Haechan wheezed, “are you talking about his ass cheeks” and you suddenly felt like dissolving into thin air.

Jaehyun’s eyes widened and he averted his gaze. Yuta leaned forward, “wait did you two”, he murmured, motioning something wild with his hands. You felt your cheeks burn from embarrassment and looked anywhere but into Jaehyun’s eyes. “No of course not”, your voice sounded smaller than you intended.

“It’s okay, we got it y/n”, Jungwoo patted your back lightly, continuing the game. “Yuta, truth or dare?” While they continued, Jaehyun watched you intently, biting back the urge to grin. Your answer was just way too cute to handle. He wondered what else you found cute about him.

You kept your eyes on the floor, too embarrassed to do anything, as the game continued for some time. Why did you have to screw up so bad? This was so embarrassing.

“Excuse me”, you suddenly mumbled, getting up and leaving the group. You just wanted to go home, god, could Jaehyun ever look you in the eyes again? Were you exaggerating? You stopped in the kitchen, taking a shot of whatever was in the shot glasses and slammed the empty glass on the counter.

As you reached out for a second glass, a hand softly grabbed your wrist, holding you back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea”, a familiar voice mumbled. The music was loud, but the person stood so close behind you, his breath tickled your ear. You slowly turned your head, finding Jaehyun once again.

“Oh, you’re talking to me”, you said out loud, though it was meant to be a thought. Jaehyun chuckled. “Of course, I think a talk is long overdue between us”, he nodded, licking his lips. The way he said ‘between us’ made your heart flutter.

“I’m not good at talking, as you might have noticed earlier.” God, why were you so honest all of a sudden? You glanced at the liquor to your side, cursing yourself for taking a shot, as you had to deal with the consequences now.

Jaehyun chuckled again, this time it was a lot deeper. “Come with me”, he demanded, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him. It was pretty crowded when you walked up the stairs, but the noise died down as soon as he closed a door behind you.

You walked into what looked like someone’s bedroom, examining the posters on the wall. The shot you took earlier suddenly got to your head and you sat down on the edge of the bed, holding your head. “Ok that was a bad idea”, you mumbled to yourself.

Jaehyun kneeled down in front of you, concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He looked up meeting your eyes and smiled softly. You blinked a few times, feeling like getting lost in his beautiful eyes. “It hurts”, you whispered and Jaehyun widened his eyes at you. “What?” His voice was full of cornern as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek. “What hurts?”

Everything did. Your feet hurt in these damn heels and your head hurt from the alcohol. But most of all your heart hurt. Jaehyun was in front of you and you could tell him how you felt, but what if he wouldn’t like you back? Jaehyun tilted his head, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek. He looked at you with such adoration, you wondered if you might have just imagined it.

“My shoes”, you whispered, leaning forward to take them off and tossing them to the side. Jaehyun’s eyes wandered from your eyes to you lips, his other hand resting on your knee. Without wasting another second he captured your lips in a gentle kiss and you felt like your heart completely stopped.

It was so unexpected, when he pulled back you asked yourself if this was maybe just a dream. He softly smiled at you, seeing your puzzled expression. The room was dark, the only light coming from the fairy lights on the wall behind you, yet Jaehyun could perfectly see the smile that formed on your glossy lips.

“You taste like peaches”, Jaehyun whispered, getting up slightly to kiss you again. This time, he laid you down on the bed and hovered above you, while never breaking the kiss. His hands came down from your cheek to your neck, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss.

Your hand traveled to his shoulders and then to the buttons of his shirt. You could feel him smile against your lips, as you unbuttoned the orange shirt slowly. “I’ve been waiting for a long time to do this”, Jaehyun confessed, his mouth moving to place little kisses on your neck. “You looked so hot when you danced earlier”, he whispered against your neck and oh god did his words have an effect on you.

You closed your eyes, drowning in Jaehyun’s kisses, your hands roaming around his toned chest. “Jaehyun.” Your voice was shaky and your head was spinning. Jaehyun stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching for yours. “Yes, baby?” You blinked at him, biting down on your lip at his words.

“I want to take it slow”, you whispered nervously, Jaheyun only nodding. “Of course. I like slow”, he smirked and you couldn’t help but giggle. He moved to lie down next to you, opening his arms to invite you to hug him. You put your head on his chest, arms hugging around each other’s bodies.

You kept lying in silence for some time, just listening to his heartbeat while calming down your own. Did that really just happen?

“Jaehyun?” He hummed in response, his chest vibrating under you. “Did you mean that? Were you waiting to, you know, kiss me?” Jaehyun chuckled, “yes, I meant it.” You lifted your head to look at him, you just couldn’t believe his words.

“I have liked you for a long time now”, he shyly admitted. You could swear his ears were turning red from embarrassment, but it was hard to tell in this lighting. “What?” You gasped slightly, making him chuckle again.

“But- I had a crush on you too?” You were shaking your head at him. Jaehyun’s hand stroked your back, “I know.” Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and you didn’t know whether to laugh or not. Were you really that obvious, or did someone tell him?

“I remember the first time I noticed you liked me back”, he smiled, his gaze wandering to the ceiling, as if he recalled memories. “I thought it couldn’t be. You liking me back? No way. But the more time passed, the more I knew.”

“But you didn’t say anything”, you furrowed your brows. Jaehyun’s eyes came back to yours. “I wanted to wait for the right moment I guess”, he shrugged, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ears.

You stared at him with a pout, putting your head down on his chest again. “You could have saved both of us from the embarrassment that was truth or dare”, you stated. It sounded like both a question and a realization and Jaehyun pressed his lips together. You were just too cute.

“I don’t care. We’re here now, right?” You lifted your head again, humming in response. It felt so good, now that you were finally with Jaehyun. You didn’t really know how this even happened, but you were thankful anyway.

So was Jaehyun. He felt like the luckiest guy ever, just lying here with you and knowing you liked him back. The muffled sound of the arctic monkeys song blasting downstairs and the feeling of your warm body entangled with his. It was perfect. You were perfect.

“By the way, is this Jungwoo’s room?” You giggled, your eyes roaming around the room again. Jaehyun hummed, “Jungwoo?” His hand drew patterns on your back, as he collected his thoughts. “Is that the engineering kid?”

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this one shot, thanks again for requesting it! forgive me if there are any spelling errors, btw did you notice the innuendo in the title ;) just sayin

[babiesdreams]

Nct reaction to their s.o giving them silent treatment (cause y/n is a drama queen)

REQUESTED BY ANON

Part 2 Part 3

-- requests open--

Warnings: Angst (specially TY), sexual tension (DY and Ten), mentions of alcohol (Ten) 

♡ My personal favs will be marked with this heart. 

♡Taeyong: You were mad at him. You really worked hard on that letter and seeing how he basically ignored it. What’s wrong with him. He’s always been this cute boy that you loved from the bottom of your heart and now he just breaks it like it’s nothing. You are not willing to talk to him right now, partially because you want him to know how it feels like to be ignored, but also because you are afraid your words would hurt him. It’s been hours since you’ve been ignoring him and it wasn’t easy to ignore his pouts or his words. “What’s wrong?” He finally says with a trembling voice. “Do you even still care about me?” You say, heart broken. “How could you say that Y/N? You are literally the person I care about the most.” He says almost tearing up. “And why did you ignore my letter?” You say, already crying. “I’ve been busy all day and I wanted to surprise you with another letter gosh” He says, also tearing up. “But why would you ignore me, it’s such a cruel thing to do” He says with a broken tone. “I didn’t want to argue. I’m sorry” You say hugging him. [I may have cried with this one]

Taeil: “What is it really?” Taeil asks, clueless. What in the world would make you ignore him all day along? Oh right, he’s forgotten your anniversary. “So you don’t know” You say with an ofended laugh. “What am I supposed to know? You should talk to me if something’s wrong” He says trying to make you understand his side. “How am I supposed to talk about how you forgot our anniversary? Isn’t it embarrassing enough to just wait for something?” You say ofended as hell. He laughs at your comment. “You are joking right? Is this a hidden camera? Because our anniversary is tomorrow and I have not foget about it, I planned a lot of things to do together, bought you plenty of gifts... I honestly can’t believe you are serious right now” He says, frustrated, angry, mad. “No, today is...” You say looking at your phone, realizing that he was right. “I though today was 30th” You say looking dow, while tears start forming on your eyes. “I’m sorry Taeil” You say in a broken tiny voice. “I-It’s okay” He says, calmed down and coming to you so he can hug you.

Johnny: “Okay what is it now” Johnny says, breaking the silence of the room. You look at him, angry, and completely refusing to talk. “Hello? Can you tell me what the fuck is wrong?” He says, trying to force a reaction in you, and he gets a reaction. “Oh you tell me, Johnny suh, What the fuck is wrong? If you don’t love me anymore, you can just tell me, but cheating on me is really low. I just thought you were better than that” You say yelling at him. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t cheat on you” He says looking at you confused. “Then What is this?” You say, showing him the bra you found on his side of the bed. “That was supposed to be a secret” He says, taking it from your hands. “So you admit it” You say crossing your arms, ready to beat the shit out of him. “Yes, I admit, I bought you that victoria secret’s bra you wanted. Sorry” He says in an ironic way. “Aha, You... What?” You say confused. “I bought you this, because it was on your wish list. And I took it out of the box to compare the size with your bras, I thought I had put it back in the box.” He explains. “Oh, I’m sorry” You say in a soft tone. “It’s fine, just don’t ever think that way about me, I would NEVER cheat on you baby” He says placing a kiss on your lips.

♡Yuta: He tried to ignore you as well, but at this point he’s pissed off. Like why would’t you talk things out? “Can’t you just tell me?” He says, blocking the view of the TV. You move your head, so that you can still see the Tv show you were watching. He gets he remote control and turns it off. “I’m talking to you, are you fucking deaf?” He says, angrier than ever. “Go talk with Samantha” You say looking away from his gaze. “Who the fuck is Samantha?” He says holding your chin so that you are looking at him again. “You tell me” You say taking his hand off your chin with an angry hand movement. “You moaned her name in your sleep” You simply say, heart broken. “How the fuck am I supposed to know that?” He says, angrily. “Are you cheating on me Yuta?” You say to him, almost tearing up. “You know I would never do that, why do you even ask me that?” He says, sitting next to you. “Because you could be with someone better than me, how am I supposed to believe I’m enough for the perfect Nakamoto Yuta?” You say as tears fall down your cheeks. “I’m not perfect, and I love you, more than anyone else Y/N” He says, cupping your face so that you look at him again. “Why?, Why do you love me?” You say in a tiny broken tone. “I just do. There’s no explanation. I love how you simle at me, how you hold my hand, how our eyes meet and my hearts skips a beat. I love you messy hair in the morning, how you sing in the shower, how you support me. I love your kisses, and I love every single inch of your body. There’s no such thing as perfect, but you’re the closest to that word” He says tearing up at the middle of his answer. You smile at him and kiss his lips. [I definetely cried with this one]

Kun: He tries to cheer you up with little things like caressing your hair, kissing you, giving you massages. But his presence just makes you even angrier. The fact that he talked about you with his friends in a not completely nice way, it’s just making you go crazy. He touches your hand slightly and you let go of his touch, which is enough to make him speak. “What is happening?” He asks confused. “So I’m just a fun game, aren´t I?” You say, copying his words. “What? Oh, you think that.. that was another Y/N” You look at him pissed off, not even wanting to look his way and stand up, wanting to leave. “I swear, it was not about you” He says explaining himself. “You must know a lot of Y/N, what a lucky man, surrounded by lovers” You say leaving the room. He grabs your hand and forcing you to stop. “Can I explain myself?” He says looking at you, and you just don’t move at all. He gets that as a yes. “We were drunk and they asked me about my exes, and one of them was named Y/N” You nod ironically and turn your back, resuming your steps. “I would never say something like that about you” He says getting in front of you, stopping you from leaving. “I love you Y/N” It’s the first time he says those words to you, and you hate the timing of it. You can’t help but calming down with his words. “Do you really mean it?” You say looking at him. He simply nods, with a serious gaze. You eventually forgive him, when the boys confirm it was all about his ex.

Doyoung: He sits in front of you wanting answers, explanations to your silence. “What’s it?” He says looking right into your eyes. “Tall” You just say, without any further explanation. He looks at you still confused. “You said your ideal type is tall. How am I tall?” You say screaming at him. “Okay, first of all that’s an interview from a year ago, second of all, I just don’t care about the height, I answered because it was an interview” He says in a calmed tone. “Would you prefer me if I was taller?” You ask, angrily. “No, I like you fun-sized” He says chuckling. You stand up, upset at his words. “I’m serious Doyoung” You say walking out. “I’m serious too” He says as he stands up. Before you exit the room, he puts his hand next to your head, trapping you between his figure and the wall. “Do I need to show you how much I like you?” He says in a low tone and you gasp at his reaction. “N-no” You say looking away from his gaze. He grabs you, making your body rest on his shoulder and walks into the bedroom. “Oh, I’m showing you” He says with a smirk.

Ten:He was completely drunk, but he threw up on your brand new dress. You were more than pissed off, you were mad at him, and definetely unable to speak to him. “Gosh, my head hurts” He says entering the room and you just ignore him. “Did I do something stupid yesterday?” He says, noticing your expression right away. “You puked on my brand new dress” You say, angrily at him. “I’ll buy you a new one” He says calmly. “I liked that one” You say pouting. He comes closer to you and starts kissing your neck, making you forget about the dress “I’m sorry babe” He says against your skin “I’ll make it up for you” He says as he kisses lower. 

Masterlist --requests open--

[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

(Special Chapter)

requested by anon and this anon. (Your wish is my command. But I feel like it’s lacking. Sorry)

This is just a special chapter from Otou-Chan. Please see masterlist for the full story. Thank you. 

Warning: Explicit Smut (Marking, Fondling, Oral - Receiving and Giving, Degradation Kink, Squirting, Breeding, Overstimulation (?), and there’s another one that I don’t know how to tag.), Pregnancy, Couvade Syndrome, Fluff

Word Count : 3.7k  

Tag: @ailoveyuta​

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"Ai?" Yuta called in a soft voice, careful not to wake up his wife. It's one of those days again that he came home late from work. To his surprise, (Y/N) called from the kitchen where she's currently doing the dishes. "Hey." he greeted once he found her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Why are you still up?" he asked and noticed the time on the wall, 12:30. Is it this late already? 

The girl finished the plates then turned to him, seeing him still in his suit and dress shirt, tie hanging loosely from his neck. "I finished my artwork late," she claimed as she watched him remove his wristwatch and set it on the table. That gesture made him so hot that she bit her lip, wanting to pounce at him. But he looked so tired. She gulped when he glanced at her, knowing full well that he caught her checking him out. "Overtime?" she asked and he nodded, sitting down. 

The girl went behind him, holding his shoulders and giving them a light squeeze that made him visibly relax. "Did you eat? I'll just heat up something." 

Yuta held her right hand situated on his shoulder as he shook his head. "I had dinner," he claimed. "Coffee will be great." And she smiled, moving across the kitchen to get the coffee maker and prepare him the drink. The sudden loss of her physical touch made him sigh, maybe it's not coffee that he wanted. 

He was admiring her backside while doing the coffee, her long hair, thin waist, and sexy hips. Even her legs look great on the shorts she's wearing. But that's not the best part of her. Lately, he figured that he's obsessed about one thing from her, wanting to touch them all the time that it's making him crazy. 

(Y/N) was surprised when she felt her husband's presence behind her, arms wrapped on her body. She hummed when he gave her a back hug, head nuzzling on the crook of her neck. He gave her a wet kiss on the neck that made her giggle. "I have a class tomorrow afternoon. The director will be mad at me if he sees a hickey on me again." And Yuta chuckled, remembering that one time when her college class kept on teasing her for having a bright reddish bruise on her neck. 

His hands found themselves on the spot that he liked the most, giving it a little squeeze that made her chuckle. "No hickey. Got it," he whispered as he put butterfly kisses on her exposed neck, kneading her breasts. She just smiled at how needy Yuta is being, liking how he massaged her mounds and played with the protruding nipples.

Although he doesn't say anything about work, she noticed the sudden shift in his attitude when he got the chairman position of their company. He became needier and she equated it to the stress that he's getting. It's evident actually, he became thinner since he started managing the whole company. He really is working hard. "Yuta, are you alright at work?" she asked and he leaned in closer as if answering her question. She realized that ever since they both started a career move, it was always her who would tell him about things. 

"I'm just too stressed right now," he mumbled. "I think I'm just too fed up at work lately. Sorry if I'm ignoring you, baby." 

But (Y/N) shook her head and turned to face him. "That's not it. You're always giving me too much," she claimed cutely then bit her lip. Yuta smiled at the sudden change of expression, how can someone be cute and sexy at the same time? "I should be the one apologizing for always being needy and whiny," she claimed then removed his suit, letting it drop on the floor. "So..." she started with a lot of mischief in her voice, fingers undoing the button of his dress shirt. "Since you can't give me a hickey, I'll give you one instead," she claimed then sucked Yuta's chest, making him groan sexily. She licked the spot and gave it a kiss before admiring the red spot she created in contrast to his white skin. "Come to think of it, one isn't enough." And she started sucking spots on his chest, putting color on his pale skin. 

"Oh God, (Y/N)," he called when she bent down to give his stomach marks as well, licking the sensitive navel piercing which she liked so much. Her tongue traced the butterfly tattoo on the side of his stomach. The tattoo he got to divert his mind from the pain of missing her for years. 

She knelt down and it surprised him when she removed his pants, putting down his boxers that it's a pool under him now. "Baby," he called and she shushed him while fisting his growing member. Yuta closed his eyes shut when she kissed the side of his cock, biting his lip to prevent a series of groans to emerge. 

He honestly wanted to try this for a long time, to ask her to suck him but he seriously thought that there's time for everything. And probably, now is the time for this. She gave the tip a lick, kissing it as it oozed precum. "Baby." he called once again, "You shouldn't do this if you're not comfortable," he noted, looking down on her. Damn, she looked so hot kneeling in front of him like that. His wife's hand didn't leave his cock the whole time then smiled before doing the deed. 

Her mouth was really hot or maybe because his cock was really sensitive now but it felt so good that groans escaped his lips. The girl sucked his cock, playing with it inside her mouth and even fondling his balls. His hands reached for her hair, tugging it in a ponytail as he bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Yuta hissed, badly wishing his control wouldn't spill out, but with a mouth so good like this how can he not fuck her mouth? 

"Baby, you're so good." he complimented as the hold on hair got tighter. (Y/N) swallowed his cock, deepthroating him that made him groan. "Oh God, (Y/N)." And that was it, his control going down the drain. He thrusts into her mouth with so much power that if not for his hold on her hair, she might bump her head on the counter. He kept on groaning as he fuck her mouth and felt himself cumming in no time. His cum filled her throat and some dropped on her mouth, even licking the excess from his cock, swallowing it. 

Yuta gave her an adoring smile as he wiped some excess from her lips and she sucked his finger that made him look at her lustfully. "I'm sorry baby," he said then gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, actually tasting himself. "I got carried away." 

But the girl shook her head. "I'm not done with you yet." tracing a finger on the marks that she had done on his body. "Coffee or me?" she asked playfully and he chuckled while muttering her name. "Thought so," she claimed as the plug for the coffeemaker was pulled. 

Their lips were together once again as they struggle to get to their bedroom and she pushed him on the bed, removing her shirt and sitting on top of him. Yuta can't believe that he's already naked, yet here she is, in her bra and shorts. "This is so unfair, you should get naked as well." he revolted which made her laugh. She gave him a kiss then bit the lower part of his lip. "But this is about you for the meantime. I want to make you feel good," she said then sucked a spot by his neck that made him groan. She started filling his skin with red patches that would obviously show in the next few days. 

Her kisses went south until she reached his semi-hard cock and she placed a quick kiss on his tip. (Y/N) removed her bra but before he can hold her breasts, she placed his cock in between them and started thrusting it up and down. The visual and pleasure are too much for Yuta. 

Before, he can only see this in porn or when Jaehyun tells him about his sexcapades but now, his wife, the vanilla type of girl, is making him experience getting fucked by her breasts. He then realized how special a woman's body is. There's no limit on the pleasure that they're giving. 

He came and semen spurted out of his cock, covering her breasts that made her so delectable. Once recovered from his high, he pushed her to bed and started licking his cum off her. He really loved her breasts that he would want to always suck on them and play with them. (Y/N) would moan at the contact of his tongue to her nipples, pulling his hair to enjoy the sensation. His mouth kissed her stomach and she moaned. "Yuta..." she called. "I want to make you feel good..." she whined but he didn't stop his adventure of going south until he's at the waistband of her shorts. "Fuck, Yuta." And she knew what will happen now that he's pulling down her shorts and underwear. 

His tongue immediately licked her clit and she moaned, arching her back at the sensation. Damn, Yuta Nakamoto and his mouth. He parted her legs and started fucking her with his tongue, making her scream in pleasure. His thumb started circling her clit as he alternated the sucking and licking of her pussy. (Y/N) could feel her soul being sucked by Yuta's mouth. And yes, that's how amazing he is. She came in no time, letting him suck everything. 

He grinned while rubbing his mouth using the back of his hand and that gesture looked so sexy, so deadly. "Oh, God. Fuck me," she exclaimed that made him smirk. "Your wish is my command, princess," Yuta mumbled while jerking his cock and positioning it on her entrance, making her nod. His cock sank inside her and he groaned at how tight she is, like a virgin never fucked before. And the thought that it's only him fucking this cunt made the beast in him growl that instead of the usual gentle thrusts, he was jerking into her violently. He wanted to break her, to loosen up that tight pussy and make her so sore that she won't be able to sit in the next few days. 

Fuck, (Y/N) thought, Yuta is so rough but she doesn't want to complain. Not when sex is this good. She could feel her body being thrown to bed with each thrust and his cock hitting her in the pleasure spot. With the way that he is going, she's sure to get so sore tomorrow. Should she just call in sick tomorrow? 

"Yuta!" she shouted as one hand grabbed the headboard and the other scratch his back, wanting something to claw on. He was jerking into her real hard that she can hear his balls slamming against her skin. "Yes, fuck baby." he cursed while jerking in her in such power and speed, driving both their orgasms. She came with a mind rippling orgasm and immediately felt him filling her up. What surprised her is when he didn't pull away after cumming in her. "Yuta..." she called but he just gave her a kiss on the neck.

"God, I'm sorry." He whispered, still hovering above her. "Are you hurt?" 

She giggled at that, remembering the time they had sex before meeting his dad in the hotel room. "I'm fine. You're underestimating me, Otou-chan." She mumbled while threading her fingers through his hair. "I think I'm ovulating. Why am I so horny?" 

It was now his turn to laugh. How adorable. "Then I'll fuck you real good that you'll be so sore." A moan escaped her lips when his fingers rubbed her clit. "When someone asks you what happened, you're going to tell everyone that you became such a sex toy for daddy." She screamed when he slapped her throbbing core and he raised an eyebrow at her. "You like this, my whore?" A husky moan escaped her lips when he repeated the same action. 

She's turned on. This is her kink? "You are such a horny slut, (Y/N)." It made her wetter as possible, making Yuta amused. Three fingers entered her that she tried closing her legs but he pried them open. "Are you close, my whore?" he asked, still rubbing her clit while fingering her vagina.

 Her muffled cries were all Yuta could hear as well as the squelching sound of his fingers inside her. She is so wet and so hot. (Y/N)'s face was filled with too much unadulterated pleasure that makes him so turned on and so hard. "Yuta. Fuck!" she shouted as she squirted much to the guy's delight. She was trembling in pleasure as the liquid poured outside her vagina as if she peed. Fuck it, Yuta is so amazing for making her a mess like this. The girl felt light-headed at what happened and he just smirked like being proud of himself. "I bet I can do that again," he claimed that made her groan when he rolled on top of her, jerking his hard cock before entering her pussy hole. Damn it, she's really going to be so sore tomorrow. 

He started thrusting into her, steady and in such a pace that made him almost inhumane. Fuck Yuta and his stamina, this will really be the death of her. Because of the stimulation earlier, his cock was almost sliding inside her due to her wetness. He kept on thrusting inside her, the bed squeaking in protests as her moans filled the room. He really had the goal to make her have difficulty in walking tomorrow, doesn't he? "Oh fuck!" she kept on screaming, hands gripping the bedsheet for something to claw on at how pleasurable everything is. If this continues on, they'll definitely top the sex they had in Paris and she'll probably be full in the brim with his cum. 

God. At this rate, she's surely getting pregnant soon. 

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Yuta woke up feeling chills all over his body. It's weird, he's not like this last night. He even enjoyed dinner with his family. Is he feeling ill all of a sudden? His stomach was churning that he ran to the bathroom quickly, vomiting whatever it is that is inside his stomach. "Are you sick?" (Y/N) asked, leaning on the doorway of the bathroom with a glass of water. "Did you drink with otousan last night?" 

He nodded, remembering sake but it's only glass. He's not drunk. "I feel nauseous." Then shook his head. "I'm fine. I'll go downstairs after this." She nodded asking him again if he wanted to drink any medicine but he shook his head, repeating that he's fine. 

(Y/N) was helping in the kitchen when Yuta came down asking for a glass of water. She offered a cup of coffee but he declined, stomach churning at the smell of caffeine. What is wrong with him? "I'm still sleepy." 

"You just woke up." his dad claimed, laughing at him. The older was spreading peanut butter in his toast when he noticed (Y/N) putting freshly cut apples in between the peanut butter sandwich. 

This action caught his stepmom's eye. Oh, she gets it now. "(Y/N), when was the last time you had your period?" She was still munching on her treat when she looked at the older. She didn't actually think about her period. Why? "I think you two are pregnant." 

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It's weird that instead of her, Yuta is the one experiencing the symptoms of pregnancy. He would wake up vomiting or even get really sleepy. "You must have really loved your wife." Her doctor would always note whenever Yuta has questions about her pregnancy and its symptoms. Even when his friends found out that they're pregnant, they kept on teasing him for liking (Y/N) so much. 

Yuta does, as a matter of fact. How fascinating is it to be a woman? Imagine bearing a child for nine months inside you, experiencing vomiting every morning and restlessness. And all he could do is watch and wait. She had these unusual cravings like mango or tamarind in the middle of the night and he cannot complain, she's doing too much.

She would have these heavy mood swings where she changes into another person instantly. She would easily cry while watching a movie, sobbing as if she's the main character then would laugh too much after the movie. And it's adorable, honestly. 

Another thing that he cannot wrap his head to is her obsession with him. Whenever he would return home at night, she would wrap his arms around him telling him that she loves him so much which made him giggle. At night, she would make it a point that their bodies are touching even if her belly is starting to protrude. In the mornings, she would cling to him and whine about leaving her at home that would put a smile on his face for the whole day. Really adorable. 

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"Yuta…" she called from the bedroom, sobbing. The guy stood up from the couch in worry, leaving his laptop on top of the coffee table. She was sprawled on the floor, in the middle of their bedroom, surrounded by her clothes. "I'm too fat. I can't fit my clothes anymore."

He sighed then kneeled in front of her, wiping her tears. She's in her last trimester, just two months before their little bean comes out. "Love, you have a lot of maternity dresses." 

Her cries got louder and he panicked. Did he say something wrong? "I want to look good beside you. You're practically a God and I look like a pig beside you." 

"A cute piggy." And she slapped his arm that made him whine in pain, laughing. "You are still the prettiest woman in my eyes. The cutest, the sexiest…" 

"Even if I don't fit my clothes anymore?" 

Yuta nodded. She's really cute. "You can wear my clothes." He smirked. "Or you can just be naked here in the house, I wouldn't complain anyway." Another slap and he giggled, wiping her tears. "Even if you grow another eye or another limb, I'll still love you as much." 

That is convincing enough since she stopped crying. "Do you want some ice cream? I'll get some. Then we can watch some Death Note." 

She beamed at that. "Can you get me potato chips as well?" He nodded, kissing her forehead. "And green mangoes?" Unusual food choices. 

He smiled warmly at her. The wonders of being pregnant. "I'll clean this up. Wait for me outside." 

"Yuta…" He hummed, still focused on the clothes scattered on the floor. "I love you." 

He smiled on her way. "I love you, sweetcakes." Then returned to what he was doing. 

"Sweetcakes?" She repeated, a strain present on her voice. "Are you seeing someone else?" (Y/N) sobbed. "Is it because I'm too fat?" Shit, he thought, here we go again. Fuck these mood swings of hers. 

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"Don't panic," Yuta exclaimed, driving his wife to the hospital. Luckily, he was at home when her water broke. Their princess must have decided to see the world a week earlier than her supposed due date. "I said don't panic." He shouted that made her laugh. She's not. Except for the slight pain in her stomach, she's pretty calm unlike him. 

The fear of her childbirth came to her when she saw the hospital. What if something bad happens to her and her child? What if she's really not ready yet to be a mom? What if Yuta suddenly realizes that this is not what he wants? "Don't leave me." She begged her husband, holding his hand tight. 

Yuta hushed her, brushing her hair away from her face. "I'm here. You'll be fine." He mumbled then kissed her forehead. "Hikari will be fine." 

Hikari. Light. Her obsession with Death Note led to her name and Yuta was just relieved that they had a daughter, at least they wouldn't name their son L. 

Childbirth. If he thought a woman is amazing by getting pregnant, his admiration grew while watching his wife give birth. Sweat and tears streamed her face and all he could do is accept the pain when she clawed her nails on his arm or pulled out his hair. God, he wished he could take away the pain she's feeling. "I don't think I can do this, Yuta." She cried when the doctor asked for one last push. "It's too painful." 

He kissed her forehead then wiped her tears. "You're doing great, love. Just one last push." He muttered. "For Hikari." 

"For Hikari." She repeated then breathed hard, garnering all her energy for that last push. Her hands were tightly clutching on Yuta's as he mumbled repeatedly that she's doing so well. 

A cry resonated inside the whole delivery room and she saw how her husband's eyes lit up at the image of their daughter. Hikari. She really is their light. The newborn was placed on top of her as Yuta touched the younger's nose with great care as if she's breaking in his touch. "God, you're so pretty, my angel." He cooed. "You look like your mom." She giggled at that. 

"(Y/N)," Tears were springing from his eyes when he called her name. "You have no idea how I'm so in love with you." But (Y/N) smiled, she knows. 

Yuta was the same on the day they were married and he stayed next to her. She's sure that he will love Hikari just as much. "Yuta, I love you." And he repeated those same three words to her. "But please, let's lay low on making a child. Let's wait for Hikari to grow up first." 

He giggled then kissed her forehead then the top of their newborn's head. "I promise to make use of condoms from now on." With all the energy she had left, she slapped his arm while laughing. "I'm not the best. I'm not enough but I promise to be loyal to you and Hikari. I'll love you both to death, my Ai."

(Y/N) smiled. He doesn't need to justify that. He's the best husband, there's nothing she could ask for. She's sure that Yuta will be the best dad. 

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Special chapter done. 

It was a challenge to put a husband Yuta and wild Yuta in one scenario so I hope you do like it. I’m terribly sorry for the cringey smut, I don’t know where that came from. 

Thank you for reading and anticipating this chapter. 💖

[charmingyong]

Wasabi Chocolates

Genre: Ten x reader (gender neutral), co-workers, one-sided hate to love, humour, fluff

Warnings: the number of times I wrote “oh my god,” swear words, somewhat mentally violent reader (’you’re going crazy~’ because of Ten), physical injury, cats (sorry to those allergic)

Abbrev: F/N L/N = first name last name

Word count: 6k

Plot: You were a good child, always being nice to your classmates in elementary school. Unlike Ten who was always a troublemaker. When your family decided to move away during middle school, you were relieved thinking that you weren’t ever going to see him again. But you were wrong a decade later when your new co-worker was none other than the devil himself.

A/N: You’ll see that I watch a lot of cat vlogs. Please let me know if there are any issues in terms of the gender-neutral assignment.

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“Oh my God! Did you hear about the new guy that got hired in our department? I heard he’s super hot!” Sally gushed.

Your colleagues around you continued to gossip while your gaze was fixed onto the word document on your monitor. It didn’t faze you that the workspace next to yours was going to be occupied soon.

“Wow Y/N, aren’t you lucky?”

You rolled your eyes. Who knew how the new employee was going to turn out in terms of work habits? You were always punctual when completing work before deadlines and arriving for work, except for the times when the brutal winter would take forever to heat your car up. You were hardworking and smart, always getting praised by your higher-ups. You were proud of the compliments, but you mainly did it for self discipline. You loved your coworkers. They were all productive like you and adored you back. You were always genuinely nice to them, ready to help them out whenever they needed a helping hand. It made you happy that your workplace was a healthy environment and you looked forward to working there every day.

You hoped the new co-worker would be no exception.

“We’ll see about that when he starts. When is he coming?” you asked.

“Tomorrow.”

- ❀ -

The next morning you arrived a little earlier than usual, wanting to welcome the newbie and give him a tour around the building. You placed your tote bag that had a poorly self-drawn picture of your cat and turned on your desktop monitor, displaying the wallpaper of your sleeping cat on your bed. You smiled, your heart fluttering at how cute Sakura looked. You heard the doors slide open of your department, signaling an arrival. Removing your gaze from the monitor, you stood up ready to greet them warmly.

Only to have your blood turn cold and your face scrunched up ever so slightly when you realized who it was.

An amused smile grew on his face. “Wow! I can’t believe this. The one and only F/N L/N is my work buddy.”

Ten.

He was the new employee that was going to be located beside you.

The same troublemaker from elementary school. The one who’d make fun of the new kids with accents, start fights with other boys, be loud and obnoxious in class, and worst of all, act all high mighty as if he was the most important person in the school.

You scoffed. There went your hope jumping out the tenth-floor window. Hope for your new co-worker to be no exception to the healthy workplace environment. “I feel a headache coming,” you muttered to yourself.

- ❀ -

Ten had settled down at his workspace, and your colleagues gathered around him, asking about himself. He took out something from his bag, a gift for his new coworkers.

“Wow Ten! You’re so cool!” Sally fanned herself as if Ten’s coolness was too much for her to handle.

“I know right.” Ten had a smug smile on his face.

You scoffed from your seat. “Who the fuck brings wine to work?” Ten had brought a red wine bottle as a ‘please take care of me’ gift. Who was even going to drink it during work hours?

“It looks like someone doesn’t know how to have fun,” he threw shade at you.

You glared at him, your blood boiling the more you heard his voice.

“Y/N doesn’t. That’s why she’s still single,” Mina agreed.

You started at her in disbelief. “Excuse me, but I’m living a grand life.”

“Please, I’m tired of hearing your love stories with your cat.”

Ten’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Woah! You have a cat? That’s so cool!” he gushed.

You rolled your eyes. “I thought you saw my computer screen already.”

He got onto his feet quickly and bent down to hover over your shoulder. The close proximity between you two sent your heart beating erratically. “Wow... What’s her name? She’s so cute,” he cooed, straightening his spine up.

Your heartbeat went back to normal and you heaved out a sigh in relief. “Sakura, and how do you know she’s a female?”

He held up two fingers. “I have two cats. And I love cats so much that I can accurately guess if they’re a he or she.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a smirk forming on his face. “I beat you. You have one and I have two cats.”

If you weren’t at work, you would have chucked a pencil at him. And you couldn’t believe your ears. You both had one thing in common after all those childhood years when you’d compare your good self to his bad one.

The day went by super slow, all thanks to the devil. You had given him a tour of the building, trying to keep your cool to the best of your ability whenever he made remarks. Once you explained the work for the day, you tried to focus on your work.

It hadn’t been a few seconds when you felt a poke in the shoulder. “Y/N, how do I do this? What is this supposed to mean? Why are we doing this?”

Like the way your hope did, you wanted to jump out the window.

- ❀ -

A couple of days later, Ten had picked up everything that you taught him, even completing his work faster than you. Your pace had only slowed down a bit because of the living distraction next to you. He had changed the desktop wallpaper to a selfie with his two cats. You weren’t ever going to admit this out loud, but he looked just a little bit cute with the adorable furry felines.

Your boss had announced that there was going to be a lunch party happening at the end of the week to welcome the newly hired employees in the company. Parties and such weren’t your thing anymore. Lifestyle habits changed after adopting your beautiful Sakura. But the reason why you kind of looked forward to it was because of a particular someone from another department.

“You know what this means?” Mina wiggled her eyebrows.

“What?”

“Shoot your shot! Who knows someone will catch your eyes at the party?”

“Or a secret admirer of yours finally asks you out,” Joshua added.

“Which is not happening,” you said. “My luck isn’t that great.”

Flashbacks to your previous failed dates haunted you and you didn’t have it in you to try again. You were happy with Sakura and did your best to stay positive, convincing yourself that your love for your cat was enough to be happy in your successful life.

Your last words had Ten staring at you intently.

- ❀ -

Your group walked to the location of the lunch party on the main floor. Your heart wasn’t exactly beating fast, only doing a few somersaults. Upon entering the main hall, you saw many employees from other departments chatting with one another. Your eyes scanned the area to search for a particular boy.

You found him. He wore a black suit with a white-collar shirt. His dark hair neatly styled. Xiaojun, you believed was his name based on that one time he had delivered a speech at a mass conference. You had never talked to him and didn’t find it in you to do so. You could tell he was way younger than you and that stopped you from approaching him. If you talked to him, it would only make you feel like you were talking to your son than your crush.

Ten followed your line of sight and smirked. “Wow, does my Y/N have a crush on someone?”

Your heart stopped and turned to glare at him. “What the fuck do you mean my Y/N?”

He snickered. “So you like him, huh?”

Sally’s ears piqued interest. “Oh my God! Did I just hear that Y/N has a crush?”

“Finally someone other than her cat!” Mina cried. “Who who?” Her head turned in all directions as if she was going to find someone holding a sign saying ‘I’m her crush.’

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Ugh! I don’t! Ten’s just being an asshole.”

“Hey! I only speak the truth!”

Joshua spoke up. “Okay fine Y/N. Let’s say you don’t have a crush. Is there someone in this room that catches your eye?”

Even if someone did, you weren’t going to admit it. But for your colleagues’ sake, you pretended to search the room. “No.”

Before they could force you to go around and show your face, a group of people walked into the hall, carrying various foods for the lunch party and placing them on the white clothed tables lined up near the wall. A guy carried a plate of what looked like chocolates and placed it on the desserts table. You recognized the guy being Yuta, having bumped into him a couple of times when going out for Japanese meals and making small talks. Though you found it weird that he only brought a small box when there were at least two hundred people present.

You remembered Yuta saying that he loved pranking people and if the chocolates were the bait for his next prank, an idea formed in your head.

“Okay guys, I have an idea.”

“Huh?” Mina was bewildered from your sudden declaration.

“I’m going to make your wish come true.”

“Woah what do you mean? You’re gonna ask someone out?” Joshua grew excited by your words.

You nodded. “If someone eats that chocolate Yuta brought without making a reaction, I’ll ask them out on one date.”

Your colleagues showed a mixed reaction of shock and excitement. Ten was silently watching you with his eyes holding a shine.

Yes, you could have been wrong and Yuta may have brought chocolates for people who were lucky to get their hands on it first. But when the first victim when up to take a bite of the chocolate, your theory had turned out right. It was a prank. The woman’s face scrunched up in disgust and turned red.

Ten saw this, trying to think of the possible things that could be inside the chocolates. He could handle spicy things easily, but he didn’t like fruits and hoped those weren’t inside.

He was curious about you, loved annoying you to the point you were pulling your hair. A date sounded like the perfect thing in order to have more fun with you. He knew you’d never agree to one with him, knowing the bad reputation he had as a child. Your reaction to when he first walked into the department on his first day was enough to confirm that you still held onto the ill thoughts of him.  

He walked through the crowds before another person would snatch the opportunity. He observed the round chocolates, definitely handcrafted, and were perfectly sealed off without anyone doubting its contents. He picked one up and headed back to you.

You were puzzled to see Ten hold a piece of Yuta’s chocolate. Your brain feared for the possibility of what Ten had in mind.

Mina squealed. “Don’t tell me you’re going to eat the chocolate Y/N was talking about!”

Ten gave you a mischievous smirk while you shook your head. “Don’t you dare,” you breathed out.

“You didn’t put any restrictions.” While holding eye contact with you, he placed the chocolate in his mouth, not biting it right away.

Your heart felt uneasy. You hoped desperately for Ten to lose the challenge.

He slowly bit into the sweet cocoa shell, testing the filling. He felt the heat of the spicy pungent flavour explode in his mouth, immediately figuring out that the filling was wasabi. Good thing he broke the round shell slowly so he could get used to the taste instead of being thrown under the bus and distorting his face.

Ten chewed calmly as you began panicking. If he finished eating the chocolate without making a single face, you were doomed. Why Ten out of everyone? Why would Ten even be interested in going on a date with you?

After a minute, he opened his mouth.

Your heart dropped.

The pungent smell of wasabi hit your nose but nothing was in his mouth. He finished it.

“So Y/N, this means I get to go out with you,” he stated with a triumph smile.

How do you get away with murder without reading books for ideas?

- ❀ -

You unlocked the door to your apartment, gently opening it to find Sakura sitting by the door, waiting for you excitedly.

“Awe my baby!” you cooed and picked her up.

She nuzzled into your cozy sweater and purred.

“Are you hungry, girl?”

A meow as a reply.

You put her down and made your way to the kitchen. As you prepared her meal, you thought back to Ten’s words on his first day.

I have two cats.

Poor cats. You felt bad for their unfortunate fate of having Ten as their owner.

You placed the elevated food bowl on the counter and called her. She jumped effortlessly onto the counter and stuffed her head inside the bowl.

A notification chimed on your phone, followed by another one, and another one. “Huh, who could that be?” you asked to yourself.

3 unread messages: Ten

You groaned upon seeing the devil’s name. This would only mean one thing.

Ten: tmrw’s saturday

Ten: let’s go on that date

Ten: uwu

You cringed at the last message. He was nowhere near uwu in your eyes. You also didn’t want to go out with him this soon, but it was better to get it over with than having to put it off.

Y/N: fine

Y/N: 2pm at the shopping mall

Ten: see you tmrw babe ;)

You gagged.

- ❀ -

It was 1:52 pm and you waited at the entrance of the mall, scrolling through your gallery on the phone. Why did you come early? A habit of yours. And when you were supposed to be on a ‘date’ with a devil that you despised greatly, it was better to arrive early and calm yourself down before you could murder him at first sight. You chose the mall, thinking it was better to walk around than having to sit across him and look at his face the entire time. Plus, you were almost positive that your window shopping was going to be torturous for Ten.

“Boo!”

“Ah!” You whipped around to see the devil laughing his ass off.

“Oh my God Y/N. You should have seen your face.” Ten mimicked your scream, exaggerating it with a funny face.

You puffed. “Shut up!”

“Okay okay. No need to frown. So what are we here for?” He rubbed his palms together excited for the date.

You rolled your eyes. “This is a shopping mall. We’re obviously here to shop.”

“Yeah but anything in particular?”

You shook your head. If anything caught your eye for Sakura, then that was it. Your plan was to walk around window shopping long enough that Ten would start whining and leave you.

And never dare to go out with you again.

You expected him to play it cool if he didn’t like the idea, but his wide grin and sparkling eyes told you otherwise. “Perfect! We can walk around and see if we find something for our cats. I actually have some art supplies to buy too.”

Your heart dropped, not expecting the uno reverse card.

He noticed your fallen face, knowing the reason behind it and cooed. “Awe your so cute!” He pinched your cheek, in which you swatted his hand away.

He laughed with his crinkling eyes while heat rose up to your cheeks.

“Let’s go!” Ten clung onto your arm and pulled you with him. You didn’t have it in you to pull out of his grasp when your heart was hammering in your chest.

- ❀ -

The next time you arrived at work, you were surprised to find Ten already at his desk. He usually arrived after you.

“Morning Y/N!” he chirped.

You never realized how handsome he really was when sweetly smiling at you.

Every day your cold heart towards him melted whenever he’d ask if you wanted coffee or needed any help. Whenever he’d leave his workspace with his desktop wallpaper displayed on the monitor, you stared at the selfie picture and your heart picked up its pace at the cute cats and Ten’s smile.

One day, you arrived to work with your heart expecting to see the cute kitten in the form of a human, only to be disappointed by his absence. All your colleagues had arrived on time shortly, except for the one beside you. It was past 10 am, an hour after the expected arrival time, which you thought was weird for Ten to be away from work without informing anyone.

Your phone vibrated beside you, displaying an unknown number. “Weird,” you mumbled but answered in case it had something to do with Ten. “Hello?”

“Hello, am I speaking to Y/N?” An unknown female’s voice was heard over the line.

“Yes?”

“Hello, I’m calling from the hospital regarding a patient named Ten.”

Your body froze. Hospital? Patient? “Oh my God! What happened to Ten?” You didn’t know you were loud for others to hear you. A sick feeling formed in your stomach at the thought of Ten being hurt.

“Not to worry too much. He has a minor injury and he requested for you.”

You grabbed your belongings and sprinted out the office.

- ❀ -

Your eyes scanned the room full of patients sitting on the beds, waiting for either the doctor or their loved ones.

“Y/N! Over here!” Your head snapped in his direction, where he sat on the bed with a cast on his arm. The boy really only knew how to smile, even when he was injured with his dominant arm.

“Why the fuck are you here? What happened to you?” you yelled full of anger.

A nurse attending another patient hushed you, and you muttered a sheepish apology.

“I was on my way to work and on the crosswalk-”

“Ten, why don’t you look both ways before crossing the road? Why do you always do reckless things? How are you going to work now? Even worse, how are you going to take care of yourself and your cats?”

“Woah, easy there tiger. It’s just a small cast. I’ll be fine,” Ten waved his free hand in a dismissive manner. “Everything will be okay.”

You groaned, frustrated with his carefree attitude. “Why do you love causing so much trouble? What the hell is wrong with you?”

He didn’t say anything back, opting to stay mute with pursed lips. Of course you wouldn’t have anything to say, you thought.

A man appeared beside you. “Hello. Are you Ten?” he asked the boy on the bed.

Ten nodded. “Yes I am.”

You gave the man a quick glance who wore a black formal suit. He couldn’t be working at the hospital with that kind of attire.

“Hi, I’m Taeyong. I want to sincerely apologize and thank you with all my heart for this morning.”

Wait what? “What happened this morning?” you asked him utterly confused. Why was this man saying thank you and sorry to Ten?

“My son was crossing the road and wasn’t paying attention to the pedestrian lights, almost getting hit by a car.”

You gasped audibly. “Oh no! Is he alright?”

He smiled at you. “Yes he is. All thanks to Ten for jumping into the traffic and saving him.”

Ten? Ten saved a child? Ten risked his safety to save someone? Your heart fluttered as you gaped at the one you’d always call the devil, for once having done an angelic deed to save a child’s life.

Ten avoided your eyes and looked at Taeyong. “It’s not a problem at all. I hope he’s okay.”

Taeyong nodded. “Yes he is. As a form of gratitude, I’d like to pay for your hospital bills.”

“Oh there’s no need-”

“I insist. Please,” Taeyong pleaded, not willing to back down.

Ten let out a deep sigh. “Okay. If you really don’t mind.”

Taeyong smiled warmly. “It’s the least I can do. I’ll take your leave and pay at the front. Take care, Ten.” With that, Taeyong left.

You huffed. “So you were just to leave me in the dark and not tell me?”

He shrugged. “You cut me off before I could explain.”

Oh right. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

He nodded. “Apology accepted... under one condition.”

You rapidly blinked a few times. Condition? “Okay what is it?” You still felt guilty for jumping to conclusion and you were ready to take him on another date if that was what he wanted. But you were still confused that Ten even wanted to go on a date with you earlier.

An innocent smile formed on his face. “I’m going to need help now that my one arm isn’t working.”

You nodded, agreeing to his words, and expected that much. “How can I help?”

“Live with me.”

“WHAT?” You earned another hush from the nearby nurse and apologized again. “I am not living with you. I have Sakura to take care of and she has a problem adjusting to new environments,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Then I’ll come live with you. Louis and Leon have no problem with that,” he stated seriously.

“That doesn’t solve anything. You know our cats have to get used to each other first. Otherwise they’ll just be hissing at each other every day.”

“Anything to do with cats, leave it to me. I’ll fix all the problems.” He smirked for the nth time. “So that means you’re okay with me living with you, huh?”

If he didn’t have a cast on him, you would have grabbed the pillow off the bed and chucked it at his face.

- ❀ -

“Your place is pretty cute. Like you,” Ten said while his eyes wandered around your small apartment. You heard him say the last part but chose to ignore it, assuming that he was either lying or joking.

The old you would have never agreed to let Ten live with you. But your feelings were slowly developing for the devil and you wanted to slap yourself for that. Why Ten out of anyone? And even though you went out with Ten, why was he okay with you?

Oh yes, you both had cats.

All your previous dates had made a dash towards the exit upon hearing your love for your cat. It was only three dates, but it was enough for you to pull the brakes on dating. You couldn’t figure why they had a problem with that. Wasn’t it normal to have a pet? Maybe yours was taking it a little too far and it seemed more like an obsession. You only ever thought about Sakura, bringing every little thing to connect to Sakura during the conservations. Every time you looked at your date, your mind went on overdrive thinking about what Sakura was up to. You had a security camera set up in the living room to check on her through the phone app.

Needless to say, you were more concerned about your cat than your dates, and that made you never hear back from them again.

Upon entry of the strangers in her home, Sakura ran up to the highest tier of the cat tower, hissing as her little furs stood up.

“Sakura don’t worry. They won’t hurt you,” you spoke softly while patting her backside.

Ten chuckled. “Sakura is feisty, just like you.”

You glared at him. “I never show my feisty side.”

He scoffed. “Please, it’s literally written all over your face.” He smirked and added, “It’s quite entertaining.”

You scowled.

Sakura continued hissing in the direction of the other cats. Louis and Leon were still in their carriers, looking around curiously through the windows.

“Meow?”

“Yes Leon, we’re staying here until I get better.” Ten took out a blanket from one of his bags and spread it out in the living room. He unzipped Leon’s carrier and waited for the cat to courageously come out. After a few seconds of popping his head out and looking around, Leon hopped out and nuzzled against the familiar blanket, not minding the hissing from the top of the tower.

Louis was next, and unlike Leon, Louis began his tour around his temporary home.

“When do you have to take your pain medication?” you asked.

“Before dinner. What should we eat?”

“You’re the patient. You should decide.”

He hummed for a bit. “How about ramen? I’m craving for those instant ramen noodles.”

Wow. You could really start tallying up all the similarities that you both had, and the thought of it made your heart skip a beat.

“Perfect. I have a stash of it,” you replied.

He grinned at you and you looked away from his eyes, coughing out of nervousness. “Um, for bed you can either take my room or sleep on this pull-out daybed here.” You were grateful for your selection of a furniture that came three-in-one for your living room. Sofa, additional storage, and bed. It was wiser to go for a multifunctional product when living in an apartment.

Ten’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Wow is F/N L/N really giving up the bedroom for me?”

You froze. You didn’t think of it beforehand and worried if your heart was going to get caught. He was injured and you didn’t have it in you to force him on the daybed when he could feel better on your queen-sized bed. But if he was going to pull your leg, then you were going to take back the offer. “Fine, be in the living room.”

He smiled kindly. “I wouldn’t take your room even if you insisted. But I really appreciate the thought, Y/N,” he spoke softly.

The way his eyes brightened when fixed on you had your heart ready to jump out the window.

- ❀ -

Sakura’s bed was usually in the living room. But because of the strangers that hijacked there, she moved into your bedroom. It didn’t really make a big difference to you as she sometimes slept next to you in bed. Meanwhile, you were surprised that Louis and Leon had adjusted fairly quickly to both the new home and its owners.

You got out of the bathroom after taking your bedtime shower, cuing Ten to go in next. Walking into the kitchen, you prepared a glass of warm milk for yourself. Leon and Louis began meowing and purring at your drink and so you decided to prepare three bowls of it. You placed the bowls for Leon and Louis down on the floor, in which they began sipping immediately, while keeping Sakura’s on the counter, her preferred location for meals and away from the ‘intruders.’ You picked her up and transported her to the counter, keeping her far away as possible from the other cats.

“Y/N, can you help me?”

You headed to the direction of the bathroom and found him standing like a kicked puppy. “What is it?”

“I need help taking my clothes off.”

“WHAT?” You were not going to strip him naked.

He laughed hard, holding his stomach. “Chill I was joking. At least for the bottoms. Can you help me take off my shirt?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, bashful at the request. Well this was what he meant when he said he needed help, you thought.

You moved to stand in front of him. Your fingers hesitated to touch his shirt and Ten watched you with an entertained expression. Taking a deep breath which you smelled your favourite body wash coming from him, you grasped the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it upward. You weren’t trying to look at his abs knowing it was going to freak you out. But when your eyes landed on his six-pack abs, you yelped and accidentally tugged on his injured arm.

“Ow!”

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!”

He chuckled. “Calm down Y/N. My abs aren’t gonna come to life and bite you. I think you should pull the sleeve out of my arm first and then pull it up.”

You did as he said and eventually got him free of his top. So now you were standing in front of a shirtless Ten, his abs staring at you, your eyes avoiding him, and you felt like your cheeks were on fire.

“It’ll be easier to wear a sleeveless shirt... or no shirt at all. Your reactions are so cute to watch,” he cooed.

“Have some manners at least for Sakura.”

- ❀ -

Before you left for work the next morning, Sakura had surprisingly warmed up to Ten. That was good news because she continued hissing at her new housemates. Having at least one soul at home who she wasn’t afraid of would bring her relief. Louis and Leon didn’t give her much attention and minded their own business.

At work, it felt weird to not have Ten next to you even though he was living at your place. The office environment felt different without him just as it felt different when he first joined the company. You used to be irritated of having him as your work buddy, and it was funny that you recently liked having him around, especially when work got stressful. He’d always add humour to every situation and your colleagues loved him for it, motivating them to work with a calmer mind.

Your colleagues asked you about him and when you filled them in on what happened, you wondered what was going on at home without you. You pulled out your phone and went on the security camera app. A hand flew to your mouth before you could scream.

“What is it, Y/N?” Sally asked and appeared behind you, looking at your screen. “Oh my goodness. This is...”

“What what what?” Mina ran up, followed by Joshua.

“Woah,” he breathed out, upon seeing a shirtless Ten lazing around in the living room.

You should have expected it from his words the previous night. Ten was playing with Sakura and your heart was far from okay seeing the two kittens you had a soft spot for being friendly with one another.

“So did the date happen with Ten yet?” Mina asked.

You nodded. “Yeah it did. We went to the mall.”

“Ooo~ How did it go?” Joshua asked.

“Of course it had to have gone well enough for Ten to be living with Y/N,” Sally winked in your way.

Sally was right in the sense that the date went well. Even though you weren’t a fan of Ten back when the date happened, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the date itself wasn’t fun. It was fun going to the different shops to check out cool outfits that looked jaw-dropping good on Ten, and buy some new toys for the cats. You both went to a Japanese restaurant and had sushi for lunch. The wasabi that was provided with the meal made you think back to the wasabi chocolate that Ten ate to win a date with you.

How did it taste like, you thought.

- ❀ -

One day, a meeting in the morning had bad news broken to your team. The deadline for a particular project was the next day, which meant that your entire team had to work overtime to complete it. You texted Ten of the news and he replied saying to not worry about him or the cats. You felt bad that he was going to have to handled everything on his own with his injured arm and an additional cat on top of his. Even though it was a matter of few seconds to check the security camera and see if everything was all right, your stress kept your brain preoccupied with the urgent assignment at hand and not check on the situation at home.

When you arrived home after eleven at night, you were greeted by three cats waiting for you behind the door. Your tired brain noticed that Sakura wasn’t hissing at Louis and Leon, meaning that she had finally warmed up to her new friends.

“Oh my goodness... Ten! Did you see Sakura-” You went speechless upon your entry into the living room.

Ten stood smiling at you with a canvas sitting on an easel behind him. The canvas was a painting of what looked like flowers and vines in the background that surrounded... your face?

“How did you... your arm?” You were impressed that Ten had painted it with his non-dominant hand.

“Being in here all day, I tried painting with my free hand. I’m sorry if it didn’t turn out good.” He bit his lip nervously.

You were dumbfounded. “Are you kidding me? This is so cool! It’s literally flawless. But what is this supposed to be?”

He smiled genuinely at you. “It’s a painting of you blooming around plants. There’s something I want to confess...” he trailed off nervously scratching his head.

Your heart beated faster, hoping that it was something good that he wanted to confess after showing the painting of you.

“I really like you, Y/N. I know I’m not in your good books, but I promise to be one from now on. So if you’re willing to give me a chance, will you let me be your boyfriend?” he asked with a hopeful expression.

You blinked, not believing your ears that Ten liked you back. “You seriously like me?”

He chuckled anxiously. “Yeah. I did ever since the first time I saw you again at work.”

Woah. “So that’s why you wanted to date me,” you breathed out.

He nodded. You grew silent and so he raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to confess back?”

“What?”

“I know you like me too.” His infamous smirk made a comeback. “It’s so obvious and written all over your face every day.”

“Ten?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“I see you’re not denying it.”

You pursed your lips but failed to stop the smile from spilling onto your face. “Okay you win. I like you too.” You were ecstatic that you were not only going to live a successful life, but a satisfied one as well.

“Good, because there’s another surprise for you in the kitchen,” he stated.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“You’ll see,” he smiled innocently.  

Walking into the kitchen, you found what Ten was talking about. You brought the heart shaped box wrapped with red gift wrap to the living room, excitedly unwrapping it and opening the box in front of him.

The contents of the box being heart shaped chocolates.

“Awe, this is so cute.” You took a bite without any hesitancy and your face scrunched up miserably.

Wasabi.

Ten’s laughter resonated off the walls of your apartment as you dropped the box on the coffee table and sprinted to the kitchen, spitting it into the trash. You stormed back to Ten and crossed your arms angrily.

“You literally promised!” you yelled.

“Yeah I did. But I never said that these chocolates were for you to eat.”

“You said it was a surprise for me,” you deadpanned.

“Yeah but your surprise is this.” He picked up a piece and popped it in his mouth, chewing it as if there was no spicy filling inside it. Once he swallowed it all, he opened his mouth for proof. You were confused as to why he willingly ate the wasabi chocolate. Though you did slightly swoon over how sexy he looked when he ate the bomb so effortlessly. He closed his mouth and grinned at you.

“You owe me another date.”

[glossyeon]

white || nyt

*All credit goes to the creators of these images*

—moodboard.

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Christmas Present Store Worker!Yuta x Reader

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Fluff, Profanity

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2k

𝘼/𝙉: Please have a safe and Merry Christmas! If you don’t celebrate it, then I wish you a happy holiday! Thank you for reading and enjoy❤️🎄

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮:𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘦. 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

Let’s cut the bullshit and describe how it felt on this Christmas Eve. It was snowy and fucking cold. There’s no other way to describe walking through the piles of snow that had accumulated since the early morning. It was exhausting, freezing, and ruining your new boots from Saks fifth.

Irritated that your half price shoes were soaked, you were also at fault for leaving a present for your childhood best friend Chan last minute. The Christmas holiday season was the same each year, filled with stress, back pain, and an empty bottle of red wine. However, you always found time to take care of those around you. From your loveable yoga instructor Sowon, to the partially deaf but very kind Mr. Hwang who took care of your apartment complex’s plants, you believed that everyone in your life deserved a bit of love on Christmas.

so it’s a complete bullshit excuse to say that you “forgot” Chan’s present. Chris is your childhood friend who's seen every side of you from grade 5 till now. You were closer than most childhood friendships, and treated each other like real siblings! Hell, y’all even had a shared Uber eats account and that is saying something...

Anyways, back to this shitshow. So you’ve been walking for about an hour now, trying to find this holiday present store that your coworker Johnny recommended you find. Something along the lines of Hashimoto’s Christmas Emporium or something like that. The name was questionable, considering that an autoimmune thyroid disease is not a very joyous name. 

Just as you're about to give up and leave the almost empty plaza, you find yourself standing right in front of a huge wooden sign. It stands in your way, not letting you go any further. Giving the sign a quick glance of disinterest and walking around it, your head snaps back to take another look when you realize what it was. Fog filled the air as you read the name of the store out loud.

Nakamoto’s Christmas Emporium! - All your Christmas gift ideas and needs in one place! 

You breathed a sigh of relief, looking further into the store windows to see what was inside. The store itself along with its merchandise was beautifully displayed, matching perfectly with the holiday festivities. Catching your attention with all the toy trains, peppermint toffees and bright red gift wrapping papers, one very handsome man at the front desk also caught your attention. Sure his reindeer headband was absolutely adorable, and his white turtleneck outfit was doing wonders for his toned figure underneath, but it was all accentuated with his warm and approachable aura. His smile and cheerfulness towards a mother and her little daughter at the checkout desk also only made you swoon even more. Shaking yourself of this trance you were in, you reminded yourself of the main reason why you visited. determined not to leave without the perfect present for Chan... and maybe even the phone number of that ridiculously good looking man.

Stepping into the wooden floorboards of the store, the first thing you did was smile and reminisce the familiar smells of Christmas. Candy canes, wrapping paper, and warm cocoa scents filled your nose and made your body warm with happiness.

With the ring of a bell signalling your presence, Yuta looked up to see all that evident on your face. Your eyes lit up in fascination and wonder, walking through the small but giant emporium with your eyes glued to the wondrous decorations. The tall shelves of Christmas socks, toys, and sweets made you quickly realize that this store wasn’t like the others in the distillery disterict.

Yuta gently smirked at your reaction and proceeded to eye your every movements, still not breaking away from his current conversation with his coworker Jinyoung. Making your way through the now almost empty shop, you found yourself at the back of the store where the speakers and headphones were. Yuta’s affiliation with you eventually made him just walk away from the conversation, leaving a very confused jinyoung by himself. and then rolling his eyes when he saw what was happening between you two.

Chris always had a passion for making music, so you decided that some good quality headphones would help him a lot. As he was starting out as an aspiring new artist, you looked around for the pair of Beats that Chan had been eyeing. All while in awe of the large spectrum of inventory they had.

“what does this place not have?” you thought continuously.

scanning the wide selection, you spun your head around when a delicate voice came from behind. 

“need any help?”

You locked eyes with the same man from earlier and this time again, all you could do was stare. He was even better looking in person, smiling with kindness and a spark evident in his eyes. blushing shyly, you replied back. “just looking for a present for a friend” you looked down again, avoiding his eyes but not failing to catch his name tag. It read out the name of Yuta. 

As if reading your mind, Yuta introduced himself, recommending a set of headphones as he did. “I think your friend will like these'' he motioned towards a set of rose gold ones with pink diamonds on the sides. Thinking that Chan had been a girl, you swear you almost choked on your breath right then and there. Just the thought of your male friend’s reaction to such a gift, you laughed loudly before covering your mouth in embarrassment. Yuta looked down at you, smiling at your cuteness and brows furrowing in curiously.``It’s just... he’s this childhood best friend who I’ve known forever, and knowing him he would be absolutely starstruck at such a... feminine style.” You explained trying to find the right words. 

Yuta’s eyes widened in realization and he half awkwardly recommended a sleek matte black pair. “I think these might suit him better, don’t you think?” he grinned and looked for your reaction. You nodded and laughed “much better. What’s the quality like?” Yuta glanced from the pair of beats in his hands to your expression. Taking this as his chance, he gently placed them on your head, taking his chance. You looked up at him in surprise, staring into his eyes. 

It was only when the familiar lyrics and medley of White by TVXQ played, that you stopped to properly look at Yuta. You loved this song, and the quality was promising. But in that moment, all you could focus on was Yuta alone.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled widely, admiring you just the same. “You tell me” he said smirking. 

Pulling them off your ears and breaking out of your trance, you quietly said, “I’ll take them”. All while never breaking eye contact. He hummed in satisfaction and led you to the front of the store. “Come with me” he smiled. 

You could say that Yuta’s voice was like soft, smooth honey. Laced with such care and consideration, you were practically at your knees and enraptured with blinding love. 

At the front desk as well, Yuta helped you with the checking out and packaging for Chan’s gift. It was the small things that you noticed about him, which made you smile. The way he bites his lip in concentration when wrapping the present, determined to leave a good impression. Or how he doesn’t miss the chance to say Merry Christmas and a good night to his colleagues leaving. These smaller things made you swoon over and over.

“And that” he stated with a satisfactory huff, “is your present! thank you for visiting and have a safe travel” he grinned. “Oh and a Merry Christmas!” he added. You smiled and said the same, making your way to the entrance of the store, but still hesitant to not leave just yet. 

Clutching the perfectly wrapped box in your hands, you quickly turned around, dreading a rejection to the coffee date you were about to ask. 

“Yuta-“

All of a sudden, you slipped on the wet and snowy floor near the glass door, losing balance and falling forward into the hands of... Yuta himself?

He too had also been hesitant to ask you out on a date, worried that such an amazing girl like you would reject him. But at the same time as you were about to do it, he had already made his way from the cashier to behind you. Instead of reaching out and tapping you on the shoulder, he luckily caught you from falling.

Chans present went high in the air, as you shrieked and slipped in the puddle  by the door. Next thing you knew, Yuta’s hand was holding your waist securely, while the other thankfully catched the box of expensive beats. Your arms instinctively found themselves to wrap around his neck, trying to not fall off balance.

After catching you, Yuta breathed a little heavily, chest moving up and down before he asked you if you were alright. Now you two were closer than before, intimately sharing this moment in the store alone. Shoppers and most workers went home to share the remaining last moments of Christmas Eve, while here you were filming a dramatic soap opera “I’m alright sorry about tha...'' your words trailed on, softly taking the time to look at his face better. His breathing was right beside yours, and he smelled like all the best things about Christmas. Chuckling and sighing in relief that you were okay, he warned you to be a bit more careful. 

“Don’t want you getting hurt” he said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck as you pulled yourself apart from him. Clearing your throat, you straightened your hair and outfit embarrassingly with huge humiliation. “Sorry it’s the boots” you explained, cheeks reddening. Yuta only smiled and chuckled. Noticing that he still had your present, you reached out and began. “here let me hold this”Your hands wrapped around the edges, but Yuta didn’t budge. He looked you straight in the eyes and confessed what he had wanted to say since the moment you walked in.“I think you’re beautiful” he said softly. His expression changed and he as well started to redden. “Would you like to meet up sometime?” 

You were shocked. In disbelief. “Me?!” You asked, pointing to yourself and looking at him as if he had asked the most absurd question in the world. “w-why would you want to do that?” you questioned in confusion. Why would Yuta want to ask you out on a date after catching you from being an idiot?Yuta laughed out loud this time, but moved closer and closer through each step he took. Then his hand came down against the wall beside your head. This was happening. His confidence lingered a bit on you as you didn’t break eye contact through each backwards step you took. Before you knew it, your back was against the entrance door and Nakamoto Yuta was less than a few centimeters away. Fingers clutching the ribboned box, your heart felt like it was about to burst from the tension. “I like you. I’ve only met you tonight and I don’t even know your name but I like you. And I really really want to go out sometime if you’re free.” he said quietly, scanning your expression. You looked up at him with wide eyes and quietly whimpered.

“I’m Y/N”.

Reaching out a small hand to shake and a wide smile, Yuta smirked and returned the hand. “Want my number?” you asked, taking out a pen and looking for a piece of paper in your purse. Yuta shaked his head and stopped you from searching anymore. “You can write on me if you want” he suggested coyly. You laughed and began tracing the digits to your phone number, not even aware of the gaze that Yuta was giving you. 

Looking up you flashed one of your signature smiles and slowly reached up on your tippee toes.

*peck*

Giving Yuta a soft peck on his lips, you replied. “Call me!”. you opened the door and practically jumped in excitement on your way home. 

Chan was gonna like this story…

(Copyright 2020 © Glossyeon // all rights reserved)

[jenomark]

Hi honey I have a reaction idea that’s a little hard to articulate but something like, the reader is nervous/anxious about being intimate with the guys from 127 but they comfort the reader and are very sweet and reassuring if that makes any sense? Like, super fluffy and cute, as suggestive or un-suggestive as you wish 😁

Taeil: It was time. You felt his eagerness crawling up your body and nipping at your throat. You had wanted to fuck him since the moment you met him, but the thought of intimacy with someone new made you feel sick. However, there was something about him that made it hard for you to keep your hands off of him. You loved to feel him, loved to make his body blush when he heard about all the things you wanted to do to him. You choked when it came time to climb on top of him and ride him until he saw stars. “I feel I should apologize.” you said. Taeil leaned up on his elbows. His cock was hard, but it didn’t matter to him. “No,” he said. “You don’t have to. We can stop anytime.” You shook your head and said,“Oh no, I want to keep going.” Taeil reached out and caressed the top of your hand, his eyes looking into yours to make sure. His moment of gentleness was all you needed to shake out the nerves, get on top of him and fuck him until sunrise.

Johnny: You let him know up front that it had been awhile since you’d been with anyone. You didn’t know how it would be, or what to expect. Johnny took things slow, dating you for a few weeks before making his first move. He was delicate with your body, as well as your heart. He didn’t go for the kiss right away, his lips waiting for you to meet his halfway. He didn’t touch you first, not until you reached out for him. “I’m nervous.” you told him the first time you wanted to have sex. Johnny didn’t tell you that he knew, even though it was obvious. He smiled, asked you to do what you wanted to do, and waited for you to come to him. Johnny made things easier. You crossed the room and kissed him, pulling his neck down to reach his lips. From there, it was easy to be yourself in front of him, your clothes falling to the floor, your body hungry for his.

Taeyong: He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t stop talking about nothing. “You smell nice,” he said. “Is this shirt cotton?” It was his way of comforting you, of getting your mind off of things, but the room felt like it was spinning in circles for both of you. The first time getting intimate was an anxious affair. You knew where it was going, where his fingers were leading, where your lips wanted to travel to, but there was something about getting there that made you panic. “Is this okay?” he asked, his hands moving up your shirt. “I can stop?” Taeyong’s eyes were full and glassy. There was something so sweet and sincere about his words that made you feel at ease. You leaned up and kissed him softly on the mouth. He was shocked but kissed you back, his hands slipping underneath your bra.

Yuta: You didn’t want him to see you naked. Vulnerability was never your strongest option. You stood feeling silly, your clothes clutched in your fist, pulling them downwards so they wouldn’t be removed. Yuta took a step back and looked at you with a warm look in his eyes. You began to apologize in all the ways you knew how: words, a knitting of your eyebrows, your body language droopy and sad. “It’s alright, “ Yuta said. “We don’t have to do it. You don’t owe me anything.” You wanted to assure him that you wanted to be that person, you wanted to undress in front of him and have him take you, body and soul. Instead, Yuta assured you. Yuta sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him, his smile brilliant and honest. 

Doyoung: He lips were moving down your body. You were shivering all over, your nipples erect, your hands grasping for his bed sheets. Doyoung paused just above your belly button and looked up at you. “You’re shaking the bed.” he said. You looked down at him. Having him so close to you, his hot breath on your skin, made you wet. You were scared of how he would like the taste of you, or if he would like it all. It was the first time Doyoung was going down on you, and you were a bundle of nerves. “Am I?” you asked. You tried to stop yourself but couldn’t. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked. You nodded frantically. “Please.” you whispered. Doyoung kissed your belly softly. “Kissing you is a privilege, “ he said. “I never want to stop. I love your body. I love touching you, loving you.” Hearing him say those words in such an intimate position made you relax a little. When you felt his tongue opening you up, your body started shaking for a different reason.

Jaehyun: He sensed your nerves and stopped, his cock just inches from entering you. Jaehyun sunk down onto his elbows, the weight of his body hugging you. He smiled, laughing to try and help you work through the feelings you were experiencing. “This is nice, “ Jaehyun said. “Just being here with you.” Jaehyun reached up to play with the ends of your hair. You felt your own hands reach up to run your fingers through his, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp. A moan escaped from between his lips, his body shifting slightly from how good your touch felt. “I feel the same way.” you said. You parted your legs to let him know it was okay now, that you wanted him in every way possible, and you wanted him now. 

WinWin: Taking things public made you feel terrified. Simple things like holding his hand while you were out with your friends made you nervous. All you had to do was reach out for him, take his hand in yours and hold it for everyone to see. When it came time to do that, to take such a small intimate step, you couldn’t do it. WinWin was so understanding and patient. He gave you your space until you were ready. If you didn’t want to hold hands in public, he was perfectly okay with that. “You look pretty,” he said. “You always look pretty.” You stood next to him, waiting for your friends to settle the bill for the restaurant. The lights from the street circled around WinWin’s head, making it look like he wore a halo. In that moment, you reached out and took his hand. WinWin didn’t say anything, just gave you a light squeeze and moved closer to you.

Jungwoo: You wanted to be good for him. Wanting so much from your first time together made you psych yourself out halfway through. Shedding his clothes without stopping for a breath, feeling his cock twitch in your hands from anticipation made time slow, and then it was like it had completely stopped. “You’re doing great.” Jungwoo said. The way he said it made you feel like you were on a sports team rather than getting ready to give him the best suck of his life. You looked up at him and saw how nervous he must have been, too. Jungwoo cupped your cheek with his hand, his thumb rubbing your skin. When he laughed, it broke the weird spell that hung in the air. “Thank you.” you said, before taking him into your mouth.

Mark: “What is it about me that makes you so nervous?” Mark asked. You weren’t expecting the question. You were only making out on his bed, his lips traveling across your collarbone, and his hand delicately holding your wrist. It was comfortable and calm, yet you couldn’t stop trembling underneath his body. Finally, you told him that you didn’t know why, even though you had a million reasons tucked underneath your chin. Mark rolled off of your body and rested his head against his pillow. If you weren’t entirely sure, Mark would never do anything you didn’t want to do. “Tell me about your day,” he said. “I want to know everything.”

Haechan: “What if you don’t like my body?” you asked. You hugged yourself and waited for his answer. Haechan’s eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly. “Impossible.” he said. The way he said it was quick and honest. The way he was looking you up and down made you feel embarrassed, but there was something about how they devoured you that made you want to strip him naked and fuck him, right then and there. “What is all this?” he asked. “I love every part of you. You don’t have to worry about that, with me. If you need me to tell you a thousand times, I will do it.” Haechan was sincere, his words making you feel so much better. You placed your hand on his knee and slid it up his leg until it was resting inches from his cock. “I would rather you show me.” you told him.

[marksassybanana]

NCT 127 + Lucas reaction to having a s/o 5'4 tall, thick and insecure about it

Request: requested by @cityscapesofdust. Sorry for taking so long :( I actually finished writing this almost a week ago but always forgot to post it, sorry again 🙏🏻 Hope this is what you were expecting!

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Taeyong:

I think that Taeyong is such a sweetheart and would use any occasion he gets to remind you how beautiful you are, and that he finds you perfect just the way you are. He wouldn't dare change even a single thing about you, and when you felt insecure he'd just remind you of your true value and worship you when you two are in bed.

Taeil:

He just found you adorable and couldn't understand why you felt so insecure about your body. He wished you could see yourself the way he saw you, so you could understand how you made him feel, how his heartbeat increased every time you two were together or even when he just received a text from you. His heart ached every time you said he was way out of your league and that you didn't understand how lucky you got to have him. If only you knew that the lucky one was him for being able to find someone as precious as you.

Johnny:

He'd sometimes joke around with you because of your height, but wouldn't dare take it too far as to not hurt you. He knew how insecure you felt, and he doesn't want to fuel that insecurity. Every time you cuddle in your bed he'd start kissing every inch of your body, murmuring "beautiful" every now and then. After that he'd hover over you, saying "Baby girl, you're gorgeous. Please never forget that. Promise?"

Yuta:

Being a really big tease, like Johnny he'd joke around with you, but knew when to stop. He's quite straightforward, so when you were about to start your rant about how you whished you were even just a bit taller and less thick, he'd immediately stop you, without giving you a chance to retort "Baby, how many times do I have to tell you before you believe me. Your fucking hot, don't you dare change anything about you or you'll make me sad".

Doyoung:

I don't think he'd tease you or anything, but maybe when you were the one who tried to tease him he'd throw back at you a joke about your height, but never to hurt you. He'd sometimes just pull you in his lap while stroking your hair and tell you how beautiful you are, taking a moment to just sit back and stare at you and appreciate all of your features, as if to memorize them.

Jaehyun:

Whenever he felt the mood starting to go down, he'd put a vinyl of Chet Baker on his record player, pull you in his lap from where you two were seated on the floor, and then cup your face with both of his hands "sweetheart, you have no idea of the things you do to me. Your breathtaking and wouldn't want you in any other way". You'd smile at him and hug him. The two of you would end up swaying to the rhythm of the song, still hugging each other, singing along to the lyrics.

Winwin:

This cutie would panic a bit when he heard you complain about your appearance. It's just that never once the thought of you being how you were describing yourself crossed his mind, and he felt a bit hurt. I think instead of doing something right in that moment, he'd wait to organize something, like having dinner somewhere and then take you to the beach right when the sun was setting. Then he'd nervously take your hands in his "I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and I find you really beautiful. So please, if you're ever having a hard time, tell me".

Jungwoo:

He'd be one to shower you with affection every single day. Even if he was practicing like crazy he'd never forget to text you and remind you how much he loves you. So in between all of that you'd almost have no time to even think about the insecurities you had about your body, but one time you were talking to Jungwoo and implied that you were a bit too thick for your height. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing "no no no, what was that? Honey, why would you even think that?" and he started peppering you with kisses all over your face, making you giggle "you're so cute, gorgeous, ethereal, majestic, amazing, breat-" embarrassed you hid your face on his chest, making him laugh.

Mark:

He knew he wasn't that good with words. He'd always try to go to you and tell you how he truly felt, tell you all the things he was always too embarrassed to say. But every time he got in front of you he'd stop breathing for a second, his words stuck in his throat and ended up changing topic or tell you only a quarter of all the things he wanted to say. So he decided to do what he was better at: write a song. He'd been working on it for almost a month, wanting it to be perfect, but when he heard you on the phone with a friend complaining about your body, he felt his heart break and decided to pull an all-nighter to finish the song. The next day he'd go inside your bedroom with his guitar, and sit on your bed, making you look at him in confusion. Then he'd start playing the guitar while singing and rapping. You were awe struck, the lyrics, the song. They were perfect. It was obvious who the lyrics referred to, and you couldn't even form the right words to express how loved you felt in that moment. Not that you didn't feel loved by Mark, but sometimes your insecurities got the best of you. When he stopped playing he'd nervously look at you, waiting for a reaction, and gasping when he saw you crying "Oh my god, baby, no no don't cry" he'd pull you in his lap and hug you tight. "T-thank you, it was s-so beautiful. Mark I love you so much, you have no idea". He'd look at you "I just...I'm...every time I'm with you I forget all the things that I want to say, and I just wanted to let you know that I think your perfect, and I feel one of the luckiest men in this world to have you. I love you". God, what did you ever do in your previous life to deserve him.

Haechan:

I think that when you're with him he'd use any kind of excuse to avoid all of your responsibilities to spend hours just cuddling with you and playing games. You two were laying on the couch cuddling, while watching an anime that Yuta had recommended you two to watch. While laying his head on your chest, he'd run his hands up and down you legs, squeezing your thighs "God, I love you so much. And you have no idea how comfy you are to cuddle with" he'd say, making you chuckle "no but really, I don't even know why you keep saying you have to start working out. You don't need it. And also it'd take time away from our cuddling sessions, so that's a big no no".

Lucas:

Even before you two started dating, he was the guy you kept fantasizing about, sure that you'd never be his type. But when one day he suddenly asked you out, you didn't even know how to react. To say you were absolutely euphoric was an understatement. But soon that state of happiness was replaced by your insecurities. Were you really the right one for him? You just kept thinking about all those coworkers of his that are taller and thinner than you. So why you? Those questions were killing you so you couldn't help but ask him while you were hanging out in your apartment. Quite taken aback from the question, he took a few seconds to answer "Baby..." he'd say, sadness in his tone, hugging you tightly while looking down at you "why do other people matter? I'm so in love with you, and no one else. I just found you absolutely beautiful, don't even know why you keep comparing yourself to others when you're looking like this. Also you have no idea how my heart beats faster when you're here with me" you'd hit him in the chest, telling him to not exaggerate, but with a serious face he'd take your hand and put it right where his heart is, proving that what he said was indeed true.

[kimdoyoungiee]

punch

Genre/Summary: Whenever you met your soulmate, you were definitely going to punch them.

Member: Yuta/Reader

Word Count: 1,821

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You hate those bruises that you randomly get on your arms and legs that have no explanation on how they got there. You hate them because when you were younger, your parents always told you “sometimes that just happens.” You hate them because you got a lot of them when you were younger, and it wasn’t just sometimes. It was all the time. You can’t even count all the times you couldn’t wear shorts or a cute outfit because your legs and arms were absolutely covered with bruises and scratches.

You hate them because when you were twelve, your parents finally told you why you got so many. According to your parents, you had a soulmate. Your soulmate and you were connected in a way that if one of you got hurt, the other got hurt as well.

You hadn’t believed it at first, because that seemed absolutely ridiculous.

Then a week later your arm broke without any explanation.

You had never been more upset with a person you were supposed to love. You pouted in the hospital as they put a cast on you, but later that night you couldn’t help but wonder if your soulmate had gotten the same color as you, or if they already had a ton of signatures on theirs. You wondered a lot about your soulmate that night.

How did they break their arm? What was their favorite color? Did they feel bad that they’ve been giving you so many ridiculous bruises, and now a broken arm? Did they know you even existed? Did they want to know more about you too?

You hoped so.

But the first thing you really wanted to do was yell at your soulmate for breaking your arm, because you had a miserable six weeks with your broken arm. And, even if it was going to backfire, you were definitely going to punch them to show them how mad you were about it.

This sort of thing continued for a long time. You would wake up with bruises, or you’d be sitting in class and then suddenly your side would start hurting. You didn’t hate your soulmate; you just wanted your soulmate to stop getting hurt so much.

You had made sure you had been cautious with stuff like that, watching out for things on the ground that you could trip over, making sure you cut food carefully, even avoiding sports and other such activities where you might get hurt.

You were considerate, unlike a certain soulmate who made your feet ache, one that got you sick during your high school entrance exams, and one that would not stop putting bruises all over your legs.

At the age of nineteen, you finally understood why your soulmate gave you so many bruises, and why your feet always ached, and why your soulmate was always getting hurt.

And, really, you were seriously going to punch him because of it.

-

You were on the way to your best friend’s dance practice, rushing from your class to get to him before his lunch break started. You never really got to see his practice since your schedules always clashed, but for once you had the time and you were going to watch just a little bit of it.

When you open up the doors to their practice room, they’re in the middle of their routine, and you quickly shut the door and find a place to sit on the back wall next to their bags.

Watching everyone move is amazing, especially when they’re so in sync with such fast yet intense movements. Never being able to watch them before was definitely a mistake on your part. All you wanted to do was watch them.

For some reason, though, your eyes are drawn to a boy next to your best friend. He’s not better than your best friend, because your best friend could be considered a dance genius, but he’s still good. Something about him keeps your eyes on him, never wavering as they move, and move, and continue moving until the song comes to an end.

The guy ends up looking over behind him when he notices you in the mirror staring at him, and you quickly look away, feeling nervous with his eyes on you.

“Ah, Y/N! You came!” Your best friend, Ten, with his short and adorable form, comes running towards you, practically falling into your lap when he gets close enough. You laugh and allow him to wrap his arms around your neck. “Did you like the routine? I made up half of it.”

“Yeah. It was great. Wish I could’ve seen the whole thing,” you say. Ten grins at you.

“You want to? I can make Taeyong make us do it one more time if you want,” Ten says. You shake your head, not wanting to be a nuisance to the other boys. Somehow in your head shaking, your eyes move over to that boy’s figure again, watching as he laughed at something another one of the boys said to him. It makes you smile yourself, and you look back at Ten.

“Who’s that boy over there? Next to the speaker,” you ask. Ten looks in the direction you’re talking about and then points.

“That’s Yuta. Why you asking? You think he’s cute?” You shake your head and look to the floor.

“No, no. I just thought his dancing was good.”

“Not better than mine though, right?” Ten asks. You roll your eyes at your best friend.

“Of course not.”

“Good! Hey, you want to go get lunch? I heard a new place opened-

“Ow, Jaehyun!” At the sound of someone’s voice, you look up at the scene, only for your nose to suddenly start hurting. You bring a hand to it, already feeling like there was going to be a bruise there tomorrow from how bad it hurt.

But, that voice… It hurt right when the owner of that voice got hurt.

Who was it? Was your soulmate actually here?

You look around the room to find someone holding the same position as you, hand to their nose, and find the boy who had caught your eyes earlier standing there, a hand to his face and a fist in the air as a threat to his friend.

Yuta.

“You could’ve just slid it, idiot!”

“Sorry, dude. I thought you’d catch it,” one of the boys, Jaehyun you’re sure, says. Yuta shoves at him before getting up, and then his eyes trail over to you when he begins walking in your direction. His eyes widen, most likely at your position, and he stops in his tracks. He stares at you, then brings his hand down to stare at, then looks back up at you. You do the same, seeing a bit of blood from where you had been holding your nose.

When you look back up, Yuta is practically in front of you, a huge smile on his face. “It’s you?”

“I…” You quickly stand up after Ten scrambles off of you, and step closer to him. Your soulmate. “Maybe? Did you break your arm when you were twelve?”

Yuta nods. “Yeah. I was playing soccer with some of my friends and I ended up getting kicked in the arm by someone- then I tripped and hit it on the ground and it just broke! It hurt so bad.”

Your eyes narrow at Yuta, some sort of phantom pain coming back to haunt you after that terrible day your arm broke. You hold your arm and remember what you had eventually promised to yourself so long ago, besides just yelling at your soulmate about it.

When you met your soulmate, you were going to punch them for breaking your arm.

So you do.

And you recoil when you feel the pain in your forearm, wishing you hadn’t punched so hard.

“Ow- ow. What was that for?” Yuta asks.

“For breaking my arm- what is wrong with you? Why do you always get so bruised and hurt? Do you know how worried I’ve been about you? I thought something terrible was happening or-

“Aww, that’s so cute,” Yuta coos. You punch him again, and once again, recoil at your own strength.

“Fuck, come on, that hurts you too!” Yuta rubs his arm, and then frowns at you. “I thought you said you were worried about me!” You hold your arm and frown back at him, rolling your eyes.

“I was worried. Now I think you get hurt on purpose just to bother me. At least I was considerate-

“Hey, soccer takes a lot of work and dancing is just the same-

“Ugh, my feet have been sore for ages you jerk!”

“I’m an active guy-

“Well, be active and considerate towards me!”

Ten must seem to sense some weird tension between Yuta and you, because he steps between the two of you, putting hands to both of your shoulders. You stare at him, frowning still as you think about how he probably roped Yuta into dancing in the first place. He was the co-captain of their dance team after all.

“Why don’t you two take this soulmate stuff somewhere else, okay? Go get lunch, maybe learn some things about each other, come to a compromise-

“This is your fault, isn’t it? You probably dragged him into dancing and you wrestle with people all the time!” You swing a punch at Ten’s arm, hoping his soulmate feels it and knows how stupid Ten was.

“You’re not wrong, actually,” Yuta says, shaking his head at Ten. “He totally roped me into dancing and he used to throw stuff all the time at me when we had classes together.”

“Are you serious?” You ask. Yuta nods, and you don’t see any sign of deceit on his features.

Then again, maybe you just didn’t know what it looked like on him yet.

But, really, it was Ten you were talking about, and you didn’t doubt anything Yuta had said about him. It was probably the truth.

“Oh my god, never mind- sorry for getting in the middle of your crap. Ugh, my arm…” Ten quickly gets away from you too, moving across the room as far as he can. You still glare, but when you feel a hand on your shoulder, you look away and up to Yuta.

“Let’s go have lunch, okay? I’ll treat you to whatever you want since I broke your arm.”

“…really?” Yuta nods and smiles at you, a smile you’re pretty sure you’d never get sick of. “Okay. But we’re going to have a serious talk about your injuries, okay? I had to hide a lot of that stuff in school because of you-

“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Tell me on the way out.”

“Yeah, fine. But don’t ever break your arm again, okay? It hurt so bad-

“Oh my god, I know. Come on, come on, out the door with you.”

[themixedgays]

Gay, homosexuals , with my jojo ocs

He’s a fucking goth. He’s a fucking goth with gorgeous eyes.And a BEAUTIFUL figure. I find myself not able to look away. Even if he’s the biggest asshole I ever met and a complete simp for Bucciaritti. He’s…. soft sometimes, not in a normal way though. Never in a normal way, but you can see he cares In his whole goth way where he’s all angsty about it.

“Hey, you’re in my chair”. Here comes said asshole. I glare at him and put on the fakest smile I’ve ever done. “Hello Leone, I’ll move into another chair right now.” I say as I get up as to not sit in his precious chair. He doesn’t do anything but roll his eyes like the Jackass he is. “Don’t call me Leone by the way. If your name is not Bruno Bucciaritti, don’t call me by first name”. Simp “Of course. Gay ass.” Shit I didn’t just say that. Oh well, it’s true. He glares at me and opens up those beautiful pouty lips to say something- oh shit I’m being gay. Stop being gay Yuta, dammit you’re better than simping for a gay goth! But am I? Hmmmmm…. He snaps his hands in front of my face and I hold back the urge to break them. “Hey Jackass, are you listening?” He waits for me to respond with these annoyed look on his face, but honestly I’m done holding back. I punched him square in his stupid goth nose. “What the fu-“ “Profanity Abbacchio.” I am not going to recite the next moments because I 100% wanted to(and might’ve been trying to) kill him. But it did end with him pining me to the floor. Damn him and his muscles! And his really pretty big, lush, pouty lips . And those gorgeous sunset eyes. And that soft silky lavender hair, I can feel it falling into my face now. It feels so nice. I wish I could braid his hair and kis- fuck you’re being gay again. He’s literally pining you down right now because you tried to stab him! How can you make this moment gay????!! He leans in way too close in my face and starts to chuckle???? “You absolute little shit. You got me pretty good, you know that?”. …..Wow he’s pretty right now. I think I like him this close I just continued to stare until… “Ew!!!!”"What the fuck?! What the fuck are you doing with my brother?! Get a room homo!" "Gay ass!"

My gay ass lesbian sister had to come in being homophobic, great. I just wanted to admire Abbacchio for a bit longer…. Just a bit longer.Abbacchio rolled his eyes and turned to Kagome. “Chill. He tried to stab me, I’m just holding him down until Bruno comes back.” Kagome, the stubborn bitch they were, didn’t believe even a word of it. “Sure….” They said with a look of pure hatred. “Just get off my brother homo”“Whatever, just make sure he doesn’t stab me.” He (sadly) got off of me. When I got up, he held out his hand. “Knife” he said, leaning in too close again. Then, just as I thought something would happen, Kagome pushed us away from each other. “Ew!!!!” "Stop it with the weird tension!! It's gross!! " would it be so bad if I just killed them right here and now? " you two were so gonna kiss!" “Whatever you say. Everyone here knows I’m in love with Bruno.” Yeah. But wasn’t that flirting?? Hm… I guess not, but it really felt like flirting. He got close to me, smirked at me, and everything. Feels kinda gay. must be an Italian thing. Italians are so weird. Must be a cultural difference, I guess they're just naturally gay. “Hey Yuta, dumbass. Your sister is calling for you to go follow them. Hurry up and go.” He said, switching right back into jackass mode. "Oh-uh..right ok, whatever you say Abbacchio." What the fuck did I just say? I'm glad i left as fast as I did " are you and the harlot a thing now?" Or not. "No. I wish." "Of course you do." As Kagome kept going on to slut shame Abbacchio, Bruno walked in. I completely get why Abbacchio simps for him "Please don't have an Abbacchio repeat Yuta." "I won't." (I will) I totally did He has such a pretty tiny waist, cute perky lips, and gorgeous midnight blue eyes. He turned and smiled at me, what a gorgeous smile. “How’s your day been Yuta?” He said as he tucked some of his silky black hair behind his ear. So pretty. "Um..good, yeah, really good." Kagome let out a tsk at my gay meltdown "Gross…" “That’s good, I’m happy about th-“ “That little shit tried to stab me.” Abbachio butted in, dammit! Let me simp in peace, “I told you to be more respectful to him Leone. Besides, you look so pretty a mess” Bruno smirked at Abbacchio as he started his gay panic. Holy fuck..holy fuck! That was so smooth! I hope he talks to me like that-should I be ashamed? Probably. "Yuck! Stop it! Act like reasonable adults! You're the fucking capo Bruno!" “Oh hush Kagome. I’m just teasing Abbacchio a bit.“ He said as he stroked Abbacchio’s pretty face. Abbacchio’s gay panic only got worse from there. Bruno found them hilarious though, he laughed the prettiest laugh I ever heard. “You’ll have to forgive us Kagome”. I want him to touch my face and hold me like that, like glass, I want him to look me in the eyes- "you too, Yuta! Quit being weird" I see now I definitely should kill them.Bruno found them hilarious though, he laughed the prettiest laugh I ever heard. “You’ll have to forgive us Kagome”. I thought my knees were gonna buckle right then and there. I had to look down and avoid eye contact the second he did that. Slick little shit. Bruno gently lifted my chin to look at him. “I’ll be heading upstairs, come to me if you need anything.” And with a kiss on the cheek, he was gone. That’s an Italian thing, but still…. I can’t handle affection from pretty men. I grabbed my face and immediately sat down facing away from Abbacchio. And I'm being gay again. Abbacchio was luckily too stuck in his gay panic to notice. But Kagome caught on quick, little shit. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself.." "………" "you are, aren't you?!" "…..wow….." they stomped away after that “He’s so gorgeous….” Abbacchio muttered next to me. I can’t blame him, I wish Bruno stoked my face like that. I could hear kagome gossiping to everyone as he spoke. It's fine though, I'll put spiders in their bed tonight so we're even. "He's…flirty…I like it…"

I loved it, actually “I don’t even know how to respond to his flirting…. So pretty. So angelic.” He said clutching his chest (kinda dramatic, but for Bruno I get it). “I wish I could just marry him.” Me too gothy boy. "I can..see why you like him so much.." I said, breathlessly "and then Bruno kissed his cheek ! but in a flirty way!" Fucker. I hate them. Now they're gonna wake up to tarantulas. “Kagome, stop your gossiping. It’s annoying, you’re not in middle school.” Abbachio said, finally knocking himself out of his gay panic. "Oh finally come to your senses?" "That was a quick comeback." “Shut up, you’re making me and Bruno out to be whores in your gossiping. I don’t care what you say about my gay panics.” "Just sayin' what's true. Harlot." He hit them on the back of the head and they went BESERK. They grabbed out their knife and screamed all sorts of names at him. “Chill. You’re such a little brat.” "Fuck you, dickhead!" I'm not going to grab them this time. Bruno stormed down. “What is all this noise?! I just went upstairs to rest after a very long day!” He’s pretty when he’s mad. He should yell at me like tha- gay again, His hair, it's all messy, I wonder.. if he got that angry at me if he'd be just as disheveled, or if I'd be.."……" (kagome was scared shitless.) “Kagome, you better explain this to me! Actually…” he turned to me and smiled again. “Yuta, can you explain what happened down here? I trust you a lot more than Kagome.” "Oh, right..! Kagome was angry at you and Abbacchio, and started insulting the both of you, Abbacchio hit them on the back of the head and so kagome called him..27 names." I was so obviously flustered, if there is a god, please smite me right here and now.Sadly, I wasn’t stroke down where I stood. Instead Bruno stroked my check and smiled gently at me. “Thank you Yuta. Kagome to the corner!”"I'm not five!" I had to hold back the urge to lean into his hand-which is surprisingly softHe started to rub his thumbs on my cheek and I could barely constrain my panic. “You’re sure acting like you’re five, Kagome.” They grumbled something angrily but I couldn't focus on it,maybe I was struck, and this was heaven, explains why I like it so much.I tried to say something but felt my face heat up, not this again.He's just..alluring? Is that the word? “Oh I’m sorry Yuta, I tend to be a bit affectionate with people I’m fond of. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable” He said as he (sadly) took his hands away from my face. I miss the feeling already…

"Oh-uh..no I-I'm fine, really..it was uh..nice…"

"Idiot!" Kagome yelled from the corner“

"You should meet me for dinner tonight, I’m also inviting Abbacchio. I want you two to get along better, that’s not a problem is it?”

"No, not at all!" That sounds like a perfect night actually."No, not at all!" That sounds like a perfect night actually. Getting to spend dinner, basically going out on a date, with two beautiful men. Can I marry two people? I want to marry both of them one day. I feel like that might be thinking too far ahead though.I hope I'm sitting in between them, then ,I think I'll be perfectly content. Just between two gorgeous men. Maybe being kissed on the cheek by both of them at the same time.

I get goosebumps thinking about it…they're so dreamy..

Then Abbacchio, being a giant jackass, grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me. “Hey, get out the gay panic homo.” Hypocrite.

"Gay..panic? Oh no, I did nothing of the sort, I just zoned out!" Time to put on the pompous bitch act.

“Whatever. I know a gay panic when I see one, gay boy.” He chuckled. He’s lucky he’s pretty when he’s all cocky or id gut punch him.

"If you say so" I said playfully

"I think I'm gonna throw up"

Abbacchio just rolled his eyes at Kagome and looked back at me with a smirk. “I’ll see you tonight, don’t disappoint.” Cocky bitch, he’ll probably look hot as hell at dinner tonight though…… I’ll excuse his behavior for now.

[kaepop-trash]

Not sure what substories to request but maybe its about OC being jealous or grumpy and getting into an argument?? Idrk but maybe any angst lol bye

She sat across her shy junior, as she tried to assess what she had just been asked.

“I know you're friends with everyone in that fraternity. I just wanted to know.” The junior avoided her gaze, her thick eyelashes pattering in her cheek nervously.

“Whether Jaehyun is single?” She tried to clarify and her junior, Chaeyoung, blushed deeply but nodded without making eye contact.

“I mean I'm not really sure,” She paused, swallowing instinctively from a tight, dry throat. She reached for her coffee, letting it coat her throat to give it back some ability. “Would you like me to ask him?” Her voice came out throaty, so Chaeyoung seemed concerned but the red of her cheeks gave her answer away.

“I'm fine.” (Y/N) assured her, taking another sip for good measure and clearing her throat a little, “I'll ask him.” She gave Chaeyoung her best effort of a smile, mentally cursing herself for getting an ice cold option, now that she felt a little chilly from the inside.”

“Thank you, but are you sure you're okay? You seem uncomfortable.” Chaeyoung asked earnestly making (Y/N) feel guilty.

“I'm just tired.” She sighed and spoke, “I've already finished my classes, now I just want to go to bed.” She sighed again and Chaeyoung's eyes went wide.

“I'm so sorry for keeping you. Can we actually walk back together? Since it's the same house anyway.” She laughed nervously and (Y/N) was a little taken aback but she nodded and Chaeyoung smiled.

-

The Yoga Club was giving out free smoothies at the courtyard and Ten insisted on one. So much so that he dragged everyone across campus at seven am. Something no one is happy about.

“When was the last time you actually had a smoothie?” Taeyong asked with suspicion, earning a frown from him.

“I could! Plus it's free. I'm not picky.” Ten seemed satisfied but earned scoffs from him unconvinced friends nonetheless.

Ten ended up hating the smoothie and all of them settled for the nearby café. After some of the boys tried the bright green drink with disgust, Jaehyun took a liking to it after a sip and proceeded to drink the rest.

Everyone was knee deep in conversation when she turned to him with curious eyes.

“How are you drinking that?” She pointed at the plastic cup with pity.

“It's not bad.” He defended with a laugh and she pondered over his words.

“Really?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yeah. Try it.” He encouraged, extending the smoothie towards her. She took it with skepticism but took a sip. Her face contorted making Jaehyun laugh and she handed it back to him soon enough.

“Enjoy your green nonsense.” She said with a disgusted face, the sigh that left her amusing Jaehyun incredibly.

“I will thanks.” He smiled more to himself than anyone else.

“How's the preparation for the party tonight coming along?” Yuta smiled at her and she shrugged.

“I don't know I was just in charge of beer.” She mentioned and Yuta squinted.

“Where did you get enough beer for a college party?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

“Ten got it for me?” Her sleepy eyes went as wide as they could, “I know I was as shocked as you are.” She bumped Yuta's fist.

“Jaehyun gave me the number. I just used my charms.” He gave her a bright smile and she chuckled.

“Why didn't you just give me the number?” She turned to him after a while, he shrugged.

“You could have asked me for help.” He sipped on his smoothie nonchalantly. She only nodded.

-

It was when finally managed to bring the third can of beer out of the closet that she saw it. Short of breath, she stood up wishing she spend some time doing a bare minimum exercise once in a while. As she straightened her back she saw them, leaning against the kitchen top as they both laughed at something.

“Need help with that?” Johnny noticed her and came closer. When she didn't respond he followed her gaze, looking between them once more and sighing.

“I'll take the keg.” He placed a hand on her shoulder making her turn and shake off from her thoughts.

“Sorry, I was thinking about something, what did you say?” She tilted her head.

“Either enjoy the party or talk to him. The in between shit doesn't help anyone.” Johnny gave her a sympathetic smile but she squinted her brows, playing dumb and curious.

“Talk to him about what? Let's go drink.” She instigated and Johnny shook his head.

“You can't live without confrontation (Y/N).” He patted her head but his voice sounded firm. She swatted his hand off.

“He's not doing anything wrong. Let's go.” Johnny watched her eyes for a moment before deciding to let it go, nodding as he picked up the keg with a single grunt of protest before moving like he was carrying nothing.

It was about halfway through the night when they were sitting on and around a sofa as they tried to focus and relieve their boredom.

“Where is Yuta?” Ten whined, directing it at Johnny who shrugged.

“Probably fucking someone. God I want to leave.” Doyoung groaned.

“Do you always have to be this difficult?” She groaned and Doyoung turned a gaze so sharp at her that Ten’s eyes grew wide.

“Do you always have to be at the centre of everything?” Doyoung shot back making her eyes go wide.

“Excuse me?” She raised her voice slightly but Johnny stepped in, alarmed.

“Okay both of you need to calm down. What is wrong with you?” He directed it at Doyoung offended his slightly intoxicated self more.

“Why aren't you asking her? I'm not the one who started it. Or is it because we all know it's probably because Jaehyun is fucking her junior!” All their eyes went wide collectively, Doyoung's included in a moment when what he said really sunk in.

“(Y/N) I–” Doyoung hesitated but she got up.

“I'm drunk. I'm not thinking straight, I'll go to bed since I live here. I'm sorry guys good night.” The words sounded rehearsed and straight and then she went away.

“What is wrong with you?” Ten hit Doyoung's head as the latter almost bit back and refrained, looking up at the stairs as her form disappeared.

-

She flipped the pages of the book looking for the topic she needed when someone tapped her shoulder.

“I didn't know you wear glasses.” Jaehyun came and stood casually leaning against the bookshelf. She eyed him top to bottom once, his arms crossed on his torso, and she looked away.

“I usually wear contacts. I slept in today.” She said without looking up from her book.

“It's cute.” He brushed his index finger against the rim. She smacked the book in her hand shut so loudly that Jaehyun tumbled back with wide eyed shock.

“Good god!” He chuckled.

“Sorry.” She said with insincerity before walking over to a different section.

“It's fine. Where were you last night?” He asked as he moved closer to her. Her jaw tightened at the words.

“Asleep. I had too much to drink.” She turned away from him towards another shelf, facing her back to him.

“Oh. I didn't see you at all.” His voice fell and could visualise his disappointed puppy pout. She wanted to scream at him for being such a bastard. But she had no right.

“Sorry, you must have been busy. I stayed for a considerable amount of time.” Her voice was still flat. Jaehyun chuckled nervously and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning around.

“Look I don't care. What you were doing is your own business. Can we just stop doing whatever we're doing right now because I have to finish this assignment.” She went passed him and he followed, intending to ask when both of them froze.

“This is the library baby. No talking.” A voice whispered from behind the shelf. Now the basement had only one exit out of place, where the voice was coming from.

“That's my professor.” Her eyes went wide as she stepped back, recognising the voice. Another voice seemingly groaned in protest and her eyes went wider.

“Oh my god.” Jaehyun moved back with her, “How do we leave?” Jaehyun asked her.

“Why don't you strap me on a horse see how we go. My professor is having sex in the library and suddenly I can't leave. And honestly the Dean wouldn't do that in the here.” She sat on a desk, rolling her eyes when he came and sat beside her.

“The Dean?” Jaehyun asked.

“She's the Dean's wife. She's probably cheating on him. In the library.” Somehow she sounded more inconvenienced than scandalised.

“Why are you so annoyed?” He laughed but there was serious question in his voice.

“Annoyed? Me? I'm not annoyed.” She looked away and he sighed.

“Is there another wa–” She turned to him gasping at the proximity their faces were at suddenly.

“You scared me asshole!” She hit his shoulder as hard as she could and he didn't even move, his flinch was probably fake.

“You're doing that thing where you'll complain about everything because you don't want to complain about the actual thing bothering you.” His eyes watched hers and without meaning to she looked down at his clothes. Without meaning to she bit her cheek when she noticed the same clothes from last night.

“I just have a hangover.” She looked away from him. Jaehyun squinted, still watching her. They ignored the obvious small moans they could hear, shaking their heads like it would discard the memory. He got off the table and came and stood in front of her, his long sleeves falling on his knuckles as he bit the corners of his nails. He looked up at her with confused and nervous eyes.

“Did I do something? I feel like you’re mad at me.” His voice was so visibly nervous that she had to be taken aback. Those two questions had two very different answers on her mind and she chose to answer the former.

“No. I’m fine.” She told him. It didn’t matter, his concern was courtesy and her emotions were irrational. She looked up at him, as he was staring at the floor, chewing on his bottom lip.

It was unfair.

“We should just go to the back and have our own little study break.” He mumbled so close to her ear that the shock and tingling made her chuckle nervously. But then her eyes lit up with a brilliant idea.

“Are you sure this will work?” Jaehyun asked unsure but she seemed convinced and mostly desperate to get away from Jaehyun’s presence, but she wouldn’t admit the latter. Once she took the first two buttons of her shirt off though Jaehyun was too distracted to care. She rolled her eyes and they made their way out.

“No one’s going to find out let’s go.” She whispered loud enough to be audible as they walked down from between the shelves. They expected the two awkward encounters to be pushed off by mutual understanding as she did her shirt up, while looking up to pretend to be shocked but guilty. Instead her eyes practically shot out of her eyes.

“Doyoung?” Both of them said in unison as Doyoung stood up quickly.

“(Y/N).” Her professor said with shock.

“Professor Lee.” She tried to hide her approaching smile, “We were just finishing as assignment.” She pointed from the part of the library they came off. The professor glanced at her still undone shirt and winded hair. Doyoung groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Of course. I was helping Mr. Kim here with extra credit.” She coughed, crossing her legs as she sat up on the table she was sitting on, and turned away to avoid contact.

“Of course. I’m glad you’re helping my friend.” She turned to Doyoung who gave her an ice cold glare and her smirk grew.

“We should go.” She tugged on Jaehyun’s sleeve who was still staring at Doyoung with disbelief.

She laughed boisterously once they were out of the library, walking away from the building. They walked for a while, discussing what would have happened if it was Taeyong who saw them. After a few minutes, she stopped in her path when she realised she was walking back to his house with him without realising.

“I should go.” She sighed, “I have some work.” She looked at the stone path. Jaehyun lifted his arm for something but let it drop.

“Will you come around later?” He asked and she didn’t need to look at his eyes to see the hopeful glance.

“I don’t know, it’s gotten very cold at night.  Have an early class tomorrow.” She didn’t sound too unconvincing so Jaehyun just nodded.

“Cool.” Jaehyun mumbled, gave her a smile that made her heart stop and then they parted ways.

  Chaeyoung wasn’t home, and she really had no place to know that, but she did and she lay on her bed staring at her phone till it bored her, than she stared at the ceiling till it bored her and she picked up her phone again. A knock on the door made her groan. She tried to remain quiet so whoever it was would think she was asleep and leave.

It was a few days later when she was walking by the outdoor basketball court. She tried to be quick since this was her only way to the building she has her class in. When she heard his voice call her name she sighed, she should have woken up earlier and took the longer route.

“You’ve been busy.” He walked up to her from behind the fence. He was breathless but he still gave her a bright smile, pushing his drenched hair away from his face.

Unfair.

“Yeah I need the degree I’m paying some country’s GDP for.” She suppressed the irritation in her voice.

“Do you have class now?” He tilted his head and she nodded.

“Meet me after? I have practice for a while.” He didn’t exactly ask but she took the liberty to refuse.

“I have class.” She explained.

“You have business relations with me at 1. Come meet me after class.” He pressed. She turned to him, her head running through different thoughts.

“Jaehyun–” She started.

“I didn’t sleep with her okay. You didn’t even ask me, didn’t even let me clarify things. We might not be dating or whatever, and my reputation may exceed me. But I’m very keen on monogamy.” He looked disappointed as he looked way, she noticed the way his neck got red.

“This is very embarrassing. I’m going to go.” He mumbled and jogged away before she could say anything.

She creeped into his room, hearing the running shower. She stood around awkwardly for a moment before she sat down on the bed. When she decided it was better to stand, the bathroom door opened at she turned with panicked eyes. Jaehyun walked out with a gust of steam behind him, stopping when he noticed her.

“I’ll let you get decent?” She turned to get up towards the door and his eyes lit up, asking her to stop.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” He shrugged, walking over to the bed as he dried his hair, She got up when he sat down and avoided looking at him.

“You knew why I was acting like that.” She huffed, the irritation in her voice giving way to nerves.

“You’re looking for the word Jealous. And yes.” The word made her look down to meet his eyes, and his extremely smug expression.

“I was not jealous. God look at you you’re so full of yourself. You’re enjoying this.” She groaned and looked away and he chuckled.

“She told me you told her I’d be at the party.” He frowned, her guilty eyes moving away.

“You were wearing the same clothes the next day.” She blurted out and regretted it instantly. Whatever reminisce of confusion was left in his eyes dissipated.

“I was just being lazy. You wanted me to talk to her, why are you mad?” She hated how genuinely confused he sounded.

“I don't know okay. For fuck’s sake can you put on a shirt I can’t focus!” She exasperated and turned away.

“Why did you do that? Do you not want to keep doing this or something?” Jaehyun’s voice went timid for a moment.

“No god!” She turned around, groaning again at her desperate voice.

“It’s just. Look at you! It’s Unfair how attractive you are! The only reason no one thinks we have something going on is because no one would ever believe it. It’s just a convenience thing, I know. But I never asked you if you want something else. You both would look nice together, I thought you at least deserve an option.” She sighed, looking down at his chest and squeezing her eyes shut and groaning in defeat, “But you look so good right now and I really want to be a shallow bitch.” She stomped her feet and whined at the dilemma.

“You’re so weird.” Jaehyun laughed and she came and sat down beside him with a pout, “And I find you so incredibly hot that it’s hard to keep my hands off you.” He sneaked his hands around her waist, not letting her pull away.

“So like don’t be annoyed at me.” He sighed as he rested his chin on his shoulder.

“I’m annoyed because you aren’t wearing a shirt. I can’t be mad at you when I can see your abs.” She pouted and Jaehyun laughed with insane delight.

“Then take yours off. We can be annoyed at each other’s shirtlessness.” He suggested in his typical smooth voice and she turned to him before laughing at his words.

“You are the most ridiculous person! How do you even come up with these propositions?” She hit his chest and he didn’t move but flinched with a smile making her roll her eyes.

“I hate you.” She groaned again and he grinned. Giving her a gentle kiss that made her smile despite herself. With glory in his eyes and red dusting both their cheeks he laughed awkwardly again.

“Okay.” He nodded, still grinning as they both looked away and tried to calm their hot faces and soaring hearts.

[blossom-hwa]

Wedding Shenanigans - YUTA

well here’s the result of thinking about my cousin’s wedding and mixing yuta in

Pairing: Yuta x fem!OC

Genre: fluff, fake dating!au

Word Count: 4.8k

You really have no wish to go to your former best friend’s wedding to your ex, but somehow your mom convinced you to and Yuta’s coming as your plus one. The whole wedding is more annoying than you thought it’d be but you do get one good thing out of it.

NCT Masterlist

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:26 am

Um

Why is there a torn up card in the trash

That was printed with lovely gold calligraphy

That invites you to Yukari’s wedding

You, March 9, 10:28 am

Mom why the he k are you going through my trashh

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:28 am

That is beside the point young lady

The real question is why are you planning on not going

You, March 9, 10:29 am

Because i’m antisocial?

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:30 am

BS

You, March 9, 10:30 am

fine

fish out enough pieces to see who she’s getting married to

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:31 am

Okay

Oh

You, March 9, 10:32 am

now do you see why??

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:33 am

I’m so sorry Suzumi

You, March 9, 10:33 am

I’m fine mom

I just don’t want to go

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:34 am

I see why

But isn’t this the time to show that you’ve moved on? That you’re more successful than her and will always be?

You, March 9, 10:35 am

Do you really think I can stomach seeing her kiss my ex

I literally do not care if they love each other or not

It’s just that he was a cheating ass and she went behind my back for THIRTEEN MONTHS

i’m done with them

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:37 am

I still think you should go. You’re successful, young, and more than capable of outshining the two so-called lovebirds

You, March 9, 10:38 am

never thought i’d see the ady where my own mother wanted me to crush my former best friend

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:39 am

Times change sweetie

I want revenge as much as you do.

Bring someone as your plus one if you need moral support

You, March 9, 10:40 am

why can i not bring you as my plus one and have you do the talking for me

Female Parental Unit, March 9, 10:40 am

I think you can answer your own question

And also your father and I have a date planned for that day and he’s always so busy that I’m not going to miss it

Now are you going or not

You, March 9, 10:42 am

I’ll think about it

and why the heck do you two plan your dates so in advance

[Read by one at 10:42 am]

DON’T LEAVE ME ON READ

~~~

“Yuta,” you say breathlessly, catching his sleeve with your hand. “Hold the fuck up.”

“What is it, Suzumi?” He turns around, crossing his arms over his chest. “What did I do this time?”

You scowl. “Nothing, for once.”

“Then why do you want me?”

“Do you know how that wrong that sounds?”

“… just answer my question.”

You huff, mimicking his pose. “So my former backstabbing bitch of a best friend and my cheating ass of an ex are getting married and decided for some fucked up reason to invite me. My mom has convinced me to go so I can flaunt my success in front of them and show them I’ve moved on but I also need moral support so I’m asking you to go as my plus one.”

Yuta blinks.

Then he blinks again.

Then he opens his mouth. “What?”

Rolling your eyes, you repeat what you just said.

“So you want me to go as your date?” he asks incredulously. “Why me, of all people?”

“It doesn’t have to be as a date. I’ll just introduce you as my friend. This is not one of those mangas you read or whatever, Yuta. And because you’re the only one besides Taeyong who’s single and I don’t want to subject Tae to that kind of torture. You know he’s a quiet guy.”

“Doyoung?”

“His girlfriend is nice but gets kinda jealous and I can only bring one other.”

“Sicheng?”

“Oh hey, he’s single… but have you not seen him making eyes at the cute new transfer? She’s totally into him too.”

“Jaehyun?”

“Are you a fucking dumbass?”

“Taeil?”

“Do you want free food or not?!”

At the words ‘free food,’ Yuta perks up. “Yes!”

“Then are you coming or not?!”

“Fine.”

“Great, I’ll text you the details… just know that you need a tuxedo.”

“Fucking hell.”

“Free food.”

“… yeah, you’re right.”

~~~

The wedding is too much hassle for you to be eager about it, and you’re not even the one getting married.

“Do I SERIOUSLY need to get her a wedding gift?” you ask your mom, who’s currently glaring at you with her arms crossed.

“Yeah, do we seriously need to?” Yuta echoes, standing beside you while looking equally annoyed.

Your mother huffs. “Yes, you do. It’s courtesy. I never said you needed to get her something good, you just need to get her something. Bath towels, maybe. Kitchenware. God knows.”

You groan. “What did you and dad get as wedding gifts when you got married?”

“Uh, lots of bedsheets. Towels. Kitchenware. Some very nice food. Mm… oh, those matching bracelets we wear.”

You look at Yuta. “Let’s get them towels. So they can wipe off their bitchiness.”

Yuta grins, ignoring your mom’s groan of exasperation. “Let’s do it.”

So there you are, walking around the mall with Yuta, earning many stares from girls, trying to find suitable bath towels.

“Why is everything so expensive?” you huff, trying to place another soft towel back on the rack. “And these are too soft for a bitch like her.”

Yuta scoffs. “People make these things for the top like, I don’t know, one percent.”

You are still attempting to place the towel back on the rack, but you’re too short.

Then, you feel a warm chest pressing against your back, and the towel is plucked from your hands and placed on its appropriate rack.

You will yourself to calm the heat in your cheeks.

“I want these towels for myself, not for her,” you whine, poking another fluffy piece of cloth, purposely turned away from the boy next to you.

Another voice speaks up. “Do you need help?”

Yuta speaks before you do. “Yeah. We’re looking for a wedding gift for her not-so-much-of-a-friend-” he jabs a thumb in your direction, “but because they’re not quite on good terms, do you have any scratchier towels than these fluffy things?”

The employee scratches his head. “Strange request. But I think I know what you want.”

He leads you way to the back and stops, waving a hand at the (thankfully) regular, scratchy towels that you always use. “Thanks so much!” you say, flashing him a smile.

“No problem,” he laughs. “I’ve been in your situation before, so I know how it feels.”

You make a face. “I feel so horrible for you.”

“And me, you.”

Yuta drops a towel on your head. “Yah, pay attention.”

The employee smirks as you shriek and threaten to strangle him with it. “You two make a cute couple, too.” He walks away, leaving you two open-mouthed.

Things are much more awkward as you select four cheap towels, pay, and get back to university.

~~~

“How the hell did she even get your address?” Yuta grouches a month later, watching you pore through fancy dresses and tuxes with boredom.

“Why are you asking me?” you grouch back, shoving yet another tuxedo at him. You turn and look at how many tuxedoes he has. Five.

“Great, now go try them on,” you say, shoving him into the changing room.

Yuta comes out wearing the first one, a grumpy expression on his face. “At least pretend to smile,” you implore. “You’re going to need to fake it at the wedding anyway, may as well practice now.”

He tilts the corners of his lips up the tiniest bit.

“That’s better. And this one looks weird. How does it fit though?” you ask, appraising him from top to bottom.

“Material’s alright. I just don’t like how it fits,” he says, plucking at the obviously too-tight shoulders.

“It’s too tight at the shoulders. Alright, try on the next one. I’ll put this back.”

The third one is alright and Yuta is surprisingly okay with it, and because he’ll probably throw a fit if you make him try on more, you let him just take it. He looks seriously handsome in it too, but you’re not about to tell him that. Just thinking about him in it makes your stomach flutter. Which is not a good thing.

“My turn!” Yuta sings, making a beeline for the dresses.

Your mouth drops.

“Oh my god, no,” you whisper.

He frowns. “Oh, come on. I’m not gonna be an ass today, I’ll actually pick ones I think you’d look good in. I’m a fashion minor, remember?”

“How could I not, you only remind me about ten times a day.”

“Alright, well, I guess you can try on this frilly orange thing-”

“I TAKE THAT BACK.”

Yuta finally selects about ten dresses and piles them in your arms, sending you to the changing rooms.

The first is elegant but not your color, according to Yuta. You don’t particularly like it either, so you make no protests and just change into the next one.

The next three just look gross.

The one after is very cute but not fitting for a wedding.

The sixth is rather pretty, and Yuta seems to like it as well. It’s beautiful, in a pale pink color, and hugs your body well enough and reaches midway down your thighs. You keep that one as a possibility but there are still two more.

The seventh is a monstrosity, but the last one is gorgeous. Navy blue soft material cascades around your body and stops at your knees, and flowing long sleeves cover your arms. Even though the pink was pretty, it doesn’t match this.

Yuta definitely agrees, by the way he stares when you open the changing room door.

“Definitely this one,” he says once you’ve poked his nose three times.

At the counter, you two pay, then walk off to the café to bitch some more about the wedding and backstabbing best friends. You try (TRY) not to think about the way he stared when you came out wearing that navy dress. Or the way he looked when he came out in that tuxedo.

Unbeknownst to you, he can’t stop thinking of the way you looked in that dress. Or the way you stared when he came out wearing that tuxedo.

Which is why you sputter and spit out your coffee when Jaehyun, your barista friend, comes over and states that you two look a lot like a couple right now.

Yuta, face red, threatens to punch him in the face.

You two can’t look each other in the eye for the rest of the day.

~~~

You, July 19, 2:30 pm

boi wher are you

where is the friend you spoke of who was gonna do my makeup today

Yutata, July 19, 2:31 pm

we’re comING

CALM YOURSELF

You, July 19, 2:32 pm

I’m waiting

Just as you send that message, an unfamiliar car pulls up, and a window rolls down, revealing Yuta in the passenger’s seat.

“Hi. My friend Takada Kenta is gonna do your makeup and hair.”

The driver’s seat window opens to reveal a cheery-faced boy who waves at you.

You wave back hesitantly, slipping into the backseat.

There’s some small talk and a lot of silence in the car. You’re way too nervous about what’s about to happen to say anything, and Yuta just seems really tired.

Well, he usually never gets up before like, three.

Whatever. Takada Kenta is a god with makeup. He has you looking flawless in just an hour, when it would’ve taken you maybe three to do half of what he did. And it wouldn’t be nearly as good.

“Jesus Christ Takada, you’re a god,” you breathe as you gaze at your reflection in the mirror. He grins. “Thank you!”

You change into your new dress, pair it with low-heeled silver shoes, and then you’re greeted by Yuta who looks even more dashing than when he first tried it on. You really can’t stop staring.

Then you notice him staring at you. Suddenly, you feel self-conscious.

“Do I look alright?” you ask nervously.

Yuta shakes his head as though clearing his mind. “More than alright,” he says in an uncharacteristically sweet tone. “Thanks, Takada.”

The other Japanese boy laughs. “No problem. Now go and outshine the married couple, alright? I expect pictures of you two! You look so cute together.”

After Yuta threatens to break Takada’s nose in, you drive off to the venue.

~~~

The venue is very beautiful. You vaguely wonder how either of them scraped up enough money for this expensive place.

Then again, your ex’s parents were rich. That was probably how.

Yuta keeps you close as though sensing your apprehension, something you are thankful for. You notice and wave at a couple of people you know from high school, but interactions don’t go far beyond that.

Then you’re assaulted from the back by the bride-to-be.

“Oh my gosh, hi Suzumi! It’s been SO long! I’m so glad you decided to come!”

I’m glad it’s been a long time, and I was forced into this decision.

“Hi,” you say flatly, gently pushing her off. “Congratulations on getting married.”

Yukari is actually very pretty. She isn’t currently in her wedding gown, but her light blue dress is floaty and cute and hugs her in all the right places, showing off her toned body.

You wonder if she’s been keeping up with the exercise regimen she started in high school and forced you into as well.

You’ve kept to it. More or less. (More like less.)

“You look really nice,” you comment, trying to show at least a little emotion that isn’t bitterness or annoyance. Yuta is a constant presence behind you, and you take a little comfort in that.

“Thank you so much! You look gorgeous too. I can’t wait for you to see my wedding gown, it’s the most beautiful thing. Oh, who’s this?”

She’s finally noticed Yuta.

He plasters a sort-of smile onto his face, sticking out a hand. “I’m Yuta. Yuta Nakamoto.”

She takes it, giggling. “Are you two dating now?”

You open your mouth to say no, but Yuta beats you. “Yeah.”

You kind of want to keel over in surprise right then and there, but you force yourself to keep standing.

Yukari looks slightly surprised but doesn’t comment much, just saying, “Congratulations on getting a boyfriend, Suzumi!”

What the fucking hell is that supposed to mean?

After several more excruciating minutes of pain, Yukari is whisked away so that she can get all dolled up for her walk down the aisle.

“I’m not gonna make it through this,” you whisper through clenched teeth to Yuta as he leads you over to an open bench.

“Yeah you are. Just remember that you’re so much better than them, alright?” Yuta tucks a lock of hair behind your shoulder. “And sorry for saying I was your boyfriend. I’m pretty sure she would’ve judged you more had you said I was a friend.”

You lean into Yuta’s shoulder. “Nah, it’s fine. You’re right, she would’ve.”

The two of you stay in that position for a couple hours, talking about inane things like school and people you hate, and then the groom himself comes in.

Yuta feels you stiffen, and his gaze follows yours to the man that’s smiling broadly and talking to another young man, probably his friend.

“That’s your ex?” he whispers. You nod.

Yuta whistles. “Damn, he’s good-looking.” You shoot him a withering look.

As though it’s fate, your ex looks at you and starts walking over.

You sigh. Better to get the confrontation done now rather than later.

“Hi, Suzumi,” he says, putting out a hand. You look at it for a moment, then shake it twice and let go quickly. “Hi, Jiyoon.”

“Have you been doing well?” he asks, the faintest trace of a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah. You?”

“Very well, thank you. Who’s this man with you? Your boyfriend?” That stupid smirk grows wider.

Yuta steps a little closer to you. “Yes.”

A flicker of surprise passes through Jiyoon’s eyes but he doesn’t react much more than that. “Cool. So, what’re you doing now? Still in school?” he asks, directing the question at you.

You nod. “Yes. I’m currently on a full-ride scholarship at SNU, double-majoring in chemistry and computer science. My, uh, boyfriend majors in dance and minors in fashion. Have you taken over the family business yet?”

“No, but I will in a few years.” The other man from earlier walks up to your ex, whispering something in his ear. “Ah, I’ve got to go now. Get dressed up for the wedding, you know. I’ll catch up with you later, Suzumi.” With that, he walks away.

“Hopefully not,” you mutter, incensed. “Douchebag.”

Yuta nods in agreement. “Suddenly I wish we hadn’t spent anything on those dumb towels, as horrible as they are,” he says, looking with distaste at the pile of wedding gifts.

“I can’t wait to go home,” you mumble.

“Just a few more hours, Suzumi. And remember: free food.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one saying that to you?”

~~~

Yukari looks irritatingly gorgeous in her white gown as she walks down the aisle. Jiyoon looks irritatingly handsome as he waits for her at the end.

You force yourself to watch the whole debacle- reciting their vows, staring at each other dopily, saying ‘I do,’ and finally kissing, though it kind of makes you want to retch.

Yuta’s hand finds yours and he squeezes tight, as though to remind you he’s there. You squeeze back, hopefully sending the message that you’re okay.

You’re pretty sure that the two of you are the only ones not really moved by the whole spectacle.

Finally, the whole dumb ceremony is over, and it’s time for food, wine, and dancing. Both you and Yuta opt out of the wine because neither of you really drink all too much and you have to drive back to university, but the food is divine.

“I love food,” you mumble through a mouthful of shrimp. Yuta grumbles something around his rice.

Someone plops right next to you, startling you and nearly making you choke.

“Suzumi! We should really catch up,” the annoying voice of your former friend right in your ear. You give her a sidelong glance as you swallow. She’s changed out of her long wedding dress into a creamy silk dress that drops halfway down her thighs.

As annoyingly gorgeous as always.

“… Sure.”

“What’ve you been doing lately? Jiyoon told me you’re still in school studying what was it… programming and physics?”

“Computer programming and chemistry,” you correct, sipping at your water. Yukari notices this and pouts. “How come you aren’t drinking? You’re no fun.”

“I have to go home sober. I have an internship tomorrow and can’t afford to turn up with a hangover,” you explain, curling a hand around your glass protectively. Yukari humphs a little and takes a drink of her own red wine. “Suit yourself!”

“I will,” you say blandly.

To your right, Yuta seems engaged in unpleasant conversation with Jiyoon.

Yukari eyes your half full plate of food with apprehension. “You’re going to eat all that?” she asks, a note of incredulity in her voice.

You invited ME here, and now you’re criticizing me? Do you not have manners?

“Yes.”

“Wow. You have as big of an appetite as you had in high school. You know, that was why I forced you into exercising with me. It’s not good to be a sack of fat.”

Your faked smile drops from your face. “Okay.”

“So what are you doing now to stay fit? You look pretty good, if I do say so myself.”

“Running from campus to campus and walking to and from all my internships and jobs does wonders.”

“Jesus Christ, Suzumi, what are you doing with your life? You’re such a workaholic. I could never be like you.” Yukari shakes her head in disbelief.

“And I, you,” you respond. “Anyway, what are you doing now? Do you have a job or are you going to be a stay-at-home wife?”

Yukari giggles. “I do have a part-time job as a barista but Jiyoon says that once he takes over his dad’s business, I won’t have to work anymore. I can stay at home and take care of our children then. When are you planning to get married?”

You’re starting to get even more annoyed.

“Whenever the time comes,” you say vaguely, glancing over at Yuta to see if he’s still engaged in conversation with Jiyoon.

Unfortunately, Yukari takes this the wrong way. “Oh, you want to marry him?” she half-squeals. You have an urge to slap a hand over her mouth.

“We’re just boyfriend-girlfriend right now, Yukari. I’m not ready for marriage,” you say exasperatedly.

We’re not even actually dating.

Yukari doesn’t seem to hear, though.

“Are you sure you want to marry him, though? Couldn’t you do better? Isn’t he in dance and fashion? That doesn’t pay much,” she says in a stage whisper.

Scratch the urge to slap a hand over her mouth. You want to slap her face.

Your nonplussed expression does nothing to deter her. She goes into a torrent of more questions, questioning Yuta’s ability to take care of you and how you two will live.

When she stops, all you say in return is, “Okay.”

She frowns. “Did you even hear all that I just said?”

You take a deep breath, trying to hide your growing anger. “That is my boyfriend you are talking about, Yukari. Where did your social skills go? You were always the popular one back in high school, so I assumed you were better acquainted with social norms than I was. But really? Insulting my boyfriend to my face? Why would you do such a thing? Come to think about it, why would you invite me to your wedding if you were just going to insult me? First my body, indirectly calling me a sack of fat, and now my boyfriend? And for the record, I am going to have a stable job. With multiple degrees, I have a better chance of landing a successful job than you do. If he can’t provide for me, I can provide for him.”

Yukari stares at you without a word. Then she stands and hurries away to her original table.

“Why’d Yukari leave so suddenly?” Jiyoon asks, nearly making you spill your water from surprise. You turn to him. “You ask her.”

“What did you say to my wife?” he asks, voice lower.

“Oh, she just indirectly called me a sack of fat and then insulted my boyfriend, questioning his ability to take care of me. So I asked her what she was doing by insulting my boyfriend and why she even invited me to this wedding in the first place if all she wanted to do was insult me. And then she left.”

Jiyoon looks taken aback. “I’m sure she didn’t say that. Are you twisting her words?”

You laugh without mirth. “Jiyoon, in the three years we dated, did I ever lie to you? Do you think I would now?”

The word “dated” seems to strike a nerve in Jiyoon, and he abruptly gets up to follow his wife.

Yuta takes a long drink of water. “What an annoying guy. Did she actually insult your weight?”

“Kind of? She asked if I was going to eat all the food on my plate, then said I had as big an appetite as I did in high school, then said that was why she made me exercise with her because, quote unquote, ‘It’s not good to be a sack of fat.’” You roll your eyes, shoving rice into your mouth.

Yuta snorts. “And what did she say about me?”

“Remember how I told Jiyoon you were a dance major and fashion minor? He told Yukari and apparently she doesn’t think those jobs are suitable for a husband because they can’t provide for the wife. I’d already told her that I wasn’t planning on getting married anytime soon but I lost it and told her that I was going to have multiple degrees that would let me get a job much more easily than her and if you couldn’t provide for me then I’d provide for you.”

Yuta raises his eyebrows. “Wow.”

“I know, right?”

~~~

Finally all the dancing and shit is over and after the bride tosses her bouquet to the single women, you can leave.

You stand as far away from Yukari as possible, which isn’t hard, considering the mass of single women who want to get married as soon as possible.

Yukari tosses her bouquet, and they all go nuts.

Some overzealous twenty-something year old knocks you over, and you are sent sprawling onto the ground. Someone steps on your hair and you yell.

Then something lands on your face. It’s prickly and smells nice.

You grouchily snatch it off, managing to prop yourself up. You shoot a withering glare at the woman who stepped on your hair. Then you look at the thing you’re holding.

What the fuck.

It’s the bouquet.

Yuta comes running over. “Jesus, Suzumi, what happened? Are you alright?” he asks worriedly, helping you up. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just got half-trampled, that’s it,” you mutter. “I got the bouquet,” you add as an afterthought.

“No kidding,” Yuta says drily.

“Oh my gosh, Suzumi are you okay? I saw you fall over! Oh my god, you got the bouquet?! Ah! You’re going to get married soon! I’m so excited for you!!”

You groan internally. “Thanks, Yukari,” you mutter.

Jiyoon comes up, putting an arm around his wife. “I hope you’re alright, Suzumi.”

“I am,” you say.

Yuta simply glares at the two of them. “We’ll be going now. Maybe we’ll see you another time,” he says, leading you away.

“Wait!” Jiyoon says, taking a hasty step forward. “Suzumi, can I talk to you in private?”

Warily, you nod your head. “I’ll be back,” you tell Yuta. Then you follow Jiyoon to a small empty area.

“Look, Suzumi,” he says, taking a breath, “are you sure you want that Yuta guy as your boyfriend? Like Yukari says, he’s in dance and fashion. You could do so much better.”

You scoff. “Are you suggesting I date someone else?”

“Yeah. I’m worried about your future-”

“Funny, that didn’t seem to be the case when you cheated on me with Yukari,” you snap, eyes blazing. “What the fuck are you trying to do, Jiyoon? We’re not together anymore. You are MARRIED. You invited me to your fucking wedding, and now you want to criticize me? Where are your fucking manners?”

“Suzumi, please calm down-”

“Calm down? Calm down?! This is the second time my boyfriend has been insulted by either of you two! Yuta is a good guy, very much unlike you. He’s passionate and he’s good at what he does. And even if he doesn’t make it big, I can provide. I didn’t tell you this, but I already have a job secured for me after university. I didn’t tell you this either, but Yuta has one too- working with one of the biggest entertainment companies in Korea. I don’t need any of your shitty ‘concern,’ we will be just fine. Have a nice fucking day.” Then you whip around and storm back to an annoyed-looking Yuta.

“Bye, Yukari,” you say in a clipped tone, then stalk out the venue, holding Yuta’s hand.

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“Wanna talk?” Yuta asks in the car. You sigh. “He just insulted you again and spouted some bullshit about still caring about me. I let it slip that both of us have jobs waiting for us after we get out of uni because he got me so mad, and I told him to have a nice day and left.”

“What a bitch,” Yuta mutters, his hand on the steering wheel.

You look down at the bouquet that’s still in your hands. “I hate them. I never want to see them again.”

“Well, maybe they did one good thing for us.”

You look at him confusedly. “What?”

“Well, for one thing, I realized how much I like you.”

“Holy shit, what?!”

You should really learn to hold your tongue.

“Do you want me to repeat that to you again?”

“Uh- um-”

“I like you, Suzumi, and I’m not saying it again until you can form a proper response.” Even in the dark, you can see the hint of pink on Yuta’s cheeks.

“Um, I uh, I like you too, Yuta,” you say dumbly.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yuta Nakamoto, do you want me to take back my confession?!”

“NO.”

“Then shut up and drive.”

“Okay, Suzumi.”

There’s a few minutes of silence.

Then, “Hey, because you caught the bouquet, does that mean we can get married soon?”

“I regret everything I’ve said in the past five minutes.”

[yutahoes]

Sakura

(Part Ten)

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven -  Eight - Nine - Ten

genre : Chaptered, Fluff

pairing : childhood friends: soccer player! Nakamoto Yuta x single mom! Y/N

word count : 1.9k words

You’ll always be his Sakura.

@ailoveyuta @loona-4-eva @aiforyuu @2-3-t-i @cosmiclatte28 @url-lindo-sexy @nuoyipeach @aaasteroidsky  @readers-posts @delightfultacobread @bby-kji9​ 

"...And then okaasan, Cherry made me this card to congratulate me for making the team." Yuta shared with a smile, lightly staring at the pink paper on the dashboard of his car. "I think she got Y/N's talent in drawing." 

"It must be nostalgic to see her especially when you said that she looks exactly like Y/N." His mom's voice can be heard through the speaker phone of the car.  He was driving to Jae's school since it's his first soccer match. 

Yuta smiled at the memory of Y/N's surprised face when he asked for her to grant his wish. Well, Jae's wish. And that is to let him play in the little league of their school. The younger boy looked so happy when she agreed, even promising that he'll listen to the coach and not forget about his studies and eating. 

He saw the passion in Jae's eyes while practicing and he can't wait to celebrate with him when he gets his first goal. Was he the same when he was a kid? He must be really pretty cool back then. "I hope you can meet Jae and Cherry, okaasan." Yuta said with a chuckle. "You'll love them both." 

"I know I will." His mom claimed. "Son, you seemed happier than the past months you talked to me." Is he? "Whatever you're doing, you know that I and your otousan are here to support you." 

If there is one thing that Yuta heavily realized about everything that's happening, parenting is not an easy task. He felt a great appreciation for his parents who never left his side and is always there whatever his decisions in life are. It is indeed true that you'll appreciate people more if you're in their shoes. "Okaasan, I never told you and otousan this but I love you both. And I'm always thankful that you're my parents." 

He heard a sniffle in the background that made him chuckle, "Are you crying?" He asked in disbelief. His mom? The true Osaka mom, who never lets her child show her emotion, is crying? "I'll go home soon. I miss you already." 

"And we miss you, Yuta. I'm glad you're happier now." And he is. 

Yuta was surprised at how small the crowd is during the soccer league. It's one of the school's sports, why is there so little audience? He immediately saw them by the bleachers, Cherry was seated beside her mom who was carrying Jae who looked like he was crying. "What happened?" He asked immediately, putting down the things he brought. 

Jae transferred to his arms, sobbing hard. "I'm scared. What if I don't get a goal today? What if I fall?" Yuta smiled at that. He's so cute. "What if the team loses?" 

"Hey buddy, it's alright." He assured. "It's fine if we cannot goal today, we can do it next time. And it's alright to fall, that's part of the game." Jae stared at him, blinking his tears away. Yuta put him down, letting him sit. "I have something for you." 

He took a box of shoes from the plastic bag he brought, opening it to show him a new set of soccer shoes. The older removed his old shoes, replacing them with new ones and even tying the shoelaces for him. "Just enjoy playing for now, Jae. Don't think of winning. We can do it next time." 

The young boy nodded, jumping with his new shoes. "I will play soccer as cool as you. And then I'm going to be known in soccer like you." He said while smiling widely. "Appa." 

Yuta smiled. That word. The butterflies in his stomach are fluttering. "That's my boy." He grinned, ruffling his hair. Jae ran down to the field as he watched him with the taller, bigger kids.

Y/N was looking at him, eyes twinkling. "What?" He asked but she shook her head. When he glanced at Cherry, she was just smiling knowingly at him.  

The game is just a simple elementary soccer league at first, five kids played against another five kid team. But what surprised Yuta is how rough the children were. He remembered one kid, the guy who was bullying Jae the first time he saw him at school. He kept on kicking the other kid's ankle, stepping on another's foot just to have the ball for his own yet the coach isn't even telling him off. At one point, the kid even bumped on Jae purposely even if they're on the same team that made the smaller kid fall. 

Y/N was about to storm down the bleachers when Yuta held her hand. "Let him. He needs to learn to stand up." She only grasped their intertwined hands that made Yuta smile. She didn't let go, instead held on to him tighter. 

Jae was obviously stopping himself from crying while playing. When the ball was kicked in front of him, he didn’t hesitate to create a beeline to the goal. In his short stature, he kicked the ball which entered the goal that gave a score on the team. Cherry was cheering and Yuta grinned, Y/N’s hold on Yuta got tighter if possible and her eyes were twinkling once again. She’s happy. Jae was running on the whole field, smiling at himself. His first goal. He remembered feeling lightheaded when he did that in first grade, his parents watching him while smiling. Now, he felt proud of Jae. Like a dad. Maybe this is what his dad felt that time.

“Hey, shorty!” The coach called in a booming voice. “Isn’t it my order to give Siwoo the ball whatever happens?” What? Yuta was about to storm to where the coach was but Y/N pulled him back, shaking her head. “Come here, shorty.” 

His eyes went red seeing how the big coach lightly hit the younger’s head using his finger. “Yuta…” Y/N called but he’s already in front of the bigger man. 

“Do you really have to do that?” Yuta asked calmly. “What’s wrong with this kid scoring a goal? Is your son the only member of the team?” 

The coach smirked and Yuta wanted to punch his cocky face that instant. “Oh look. If it isn’t the world-class soccer superstar.” he teased that made him glare. "This is a school league, hotshot. Last time I checked you don't have any children." Yuta clenched his jaw at that. He's so annoying. "Oh. Are you banging this kid's mom? Must be a pretty good fuck that you have to support this dadless loser." 

That does it. Yuta landed a punch on his face, even holding the collar of his shirt in annoyance. "Shut your fucking mouth." He spat and was about to land another punch when he saw from his peripheral sight the fright in Jae's eyes while watching him. The younger had always stared at him in adoration so seeing him like this scared Yuta for a moment. He clenched his fist, dropping his arm on his sides when the coach landed a punch on his face. 

"You think you're some amazing dude just because you play soccer?" The coach asked, punching his face once again. "Since you're so great, why don't you just coach them?" The principal and some other dads stopped the two but Yuta's eyes were focused on the younger boy looking at him with tears in his eyes. He can't even hear the profanities that the coach was saying, all he could hear is this little voice in his head scolding himself for getting angry and scaring Jae. 

Yuta jolted in pain when Y/N applied the medicine to the cut on the side of his mouth. "I told you to calm down." She said while dabbing the Q Tip gently to the blood forming on his lip. "He's a former boxer. You're lucky you just had a cut on your lip. He can crush your face, you know?" Why didn't he know that before? Are boxers that short-tempered? His friend, Jung Jaehyun, isn't. 

"Is Jae mad at me?" Yuta asked, eyes focused on his hands. His face doesn't hurt honestly. What hurts the most is that look imprinted on his memory. Of Jae being scared. Because of him. "You should be with him right now." 

Y/N sat on the chair in front of him who was seated on the clinic bed. "Cherry said she'll take care of Jae. I can't really calm him down, only Cherry can." She explained and he pursed his lips at that. "You were usually a calm person, Yuta." 

He is. That's the basic rule in soccer. Always cool your head. It's not helpful if you get angry easily. Soccer is a physical sport. You'll obviously get hurt and that's fine, as long as you keep your cool. But this is not soccer. "I'm sorry. He's just fucking annoying." Yuta explained in a soft voice. "I just hate it that he dared to say those things when he doesn't even know anything. How can you trust your child to someone like…?" 

His words were cut off when she leaned closer, her lips touching his. He was too shocked to react when she pulled away. "Did you just…?"

"I'm going to check on Jae. We'll meet you at the school gate." 

Wait. Is he knocked up with that punch? Is he dreaming? She kissed him, right? He touched his lips. If this is a dream, can't he just wake up? 

Jae was so quiet when he drove them home. Y/N asked if the younger wanted to eat but he only shook his head. This is unusual for the younger who is always the talkative one. Y/N looked worryingly at Yuta when they stopped in front of her house. "Jae, buddy. Can we talk?" 

Cherry and Y/N exited the car, leaving Jae in the backseat. "Buddy, I'm sorry." Yuta said sincerely. "I shouldn't have acted like that. I'm sorry that you got scared. I promise I won't be angry like that again." 

"Were you hurt?" The younger boy asked that surprised Yuta. Is that what's running in his mind? "I'm scared that you might get hurt, appa." The older shook his head and Jae leaned in to hug him. "I'm scared you're mad at me because I didn't play well. I don't want to see you angry like that again." 

The older smiled. "I'm not mad at you. I won't be mad at you." He held the back of his head, caressing it. "And you played so well, buddy. That goal." He exclaimed in awe, remembering the goal Jae did and the happiness in his chest the moment he witnessed that. "You did so well, Jae." 

"I'll play soccer well, appa. I'll make you proud of me." 

"I am proud of you, Jae. Always." 

When he exited the car, Cherry knocked on the door to the passenger seat. Yuta opened it for her and she sat on the seat next to him. "We heard everything that the coach said." She started. "You didn't get mad when he was saying bad things about you. You got angry when he said things about eomma and Jae." Yuta only stared at her, Cherry is such a great observer. The makings of a true detective. "You feel like our real dad now protecting Jae and eomma." 

"Thank you, Yuta appa." Cherry whispered, hugging him. 

Yuta just smiled. He could get used to these hugs. He could get used to these children calling him 'appa'. 

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Eleven

This took too long to write but here it is. This is the exact scene where the whole plotline for Sakura started and honestly, this is much better in my head than when I wrote it. 😂 I also want to thank those people who always leave comments in each chapters. I always keep your words in mind and is actually getting some ideas from those. So thank you so much. 💓 

[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Fourteen)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning:  Fluff (?), Sexual Thoughts, Shower Sex

Word Count: 1.9k

Masterlist

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14. Bungeoppang

Yuta jolted awake when he felt the side of the bed cold. Did she leave already? Is this like Paris all over again? But she was so clingy last night that she even forced him to sleep next to her on the same bed. Now, she’s already gone? That girl, really. But when he went outside, he could hear her In the kitchen. “Hey.” He greeted, seating by the counter to watch her. She smiled at him while transferring the rice on the plate.

The girl placed a plate of rice and omelet on the counter, in front of him. “Sorry. I figured I should at least cook breakfast.” She claimed then handed him a spoon. “It isn’t that good but I think it’s pretty decent.” He nodded then took a bite of the food. Omurice? “That’s the only Japanese recipe I remembered.”

He laughed at that thought. “And why are you remembering Japanese recipes now?”

“To cook for you.” She answered, leaning by the counter. “I thought you might miss home-cooked Japanese food.” Why does she keep on surprising him? “I have to go to work. Can I borrow your clothes?” he nodded, even offering to drive her to work but she declined.

Yuta was cleaning up the plates when she went outside his room in his shirt and jacket. “Isn’t it hot?” he asked, mentioning the jacket she put on. When she removed the jacket, he realized why she needed that. Now, the thought that her naked breasts is touching the fabric he once wore is not leaving his mind. How hot is that? “I can just drive you to work.” But she shook her head, saying that she doesn’t really want to bother him. “Is this the last time I’m seeing you again?”

(Y/N) giggled at that, shaking her head. “Well, Lucas is still here in Korea so I can’t stay at Jungwoo’s. Can I stay here tonight?” Yuta nodded. “I’ll just cook dinner tonight. What do you want?” He stepped closer, pulling her by the waist. “I think I know,” she mumbled that made him grin. “Then we’ll have sushi.” A confused look was all Yuta could muster. Sushi? Is she that oblivious?

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But the possibility of her serving him sushi naked is high. He remembered reading a scene like that from the manga that their publishing house created. And it made him giddy the whole day that Doyoung is eyeing him weirdly. He honestly wished that time can get faster and he wouldn’t get stuck in these meetings. To his annoyance, Doyoung announced that he had another meeting since he didn’t attend yesterday.

He even drove fast just to get home earlier but the house was too quiet, no signs of her. Where is she? All this excitement for nothing? Is she even coming over? Or his hunches were right once again? He won’t see her again. Instead of pondering over it and obsessing over her, he decided to finish the work he left in the office.

But he is really worried about her. He should have insisted to buy her a phone. Or maybe, he should plant a microchip to track her always. No, he thought, that’s another level of obsession. He shouldn’t be like that. The doorbell disturbed his thoughts and he quickly stood up to open the door. The girl was standing there, smiling timidly and he opened the door widely for her. “You’re here. Have you eaten already?”

But the girl stopped in her tracks, slowly staring at him. “Oh yeah. I promised sushi. Sorry.” But Yuta shook his head. “I’ll cook something for you. Wait up.” And she quickly disappeared to the kitchen.

Yuta followed close by, watching her. Something is not right. “Are you okay?” he asked, sitting by the counter stool. “We can just order take-out.”

“Can we?” she asked, turning to him and Yuta nodded. “I’m really sorry.”

“What do you feel like eating?”

“Bungeoppang.” She answered quickly then stared at him when she realized what she said. “Nevermind. Let’s just order something nearby.”

But Yuta was typing things from his phone already. “Can you wait for me?” he asked that made her blink in surprise. Wait for what? He took the keys for his car and a jacket before going out of the house. Where is he going this late?

Hours dragged by and (Y/N) was already sleepy when Yuta came in the door with a plastic bag at hand. “I hope they’re still hot.” He claimed while pushing a bag full of fish-shaped buns to her.

“Where did you get this? This late?”

Yuta sat beside her on the couch. “Myeongdong.” She was surprised. Did he travel that far just to get this? “The ahjussi said that he made that extra special.” When she asked why they’re still open, he confessed that they’re not. “I have to tell him that my wife is pregnant and is craving for buns.” He said with a grin that made her chuckle. All this hassle just because she wants some bungeoppang. Yuta is really something else.

He was working on his laptop while she’s eating the red bean filled buns. Why does this food really comfort her? And why did Yuta have to bother a person just for this? “Yuta…” she called and he hummed without taking his eyes away from the laptop. “Something happened at work today.” She heard the laptop close but she focused on her buns. “My work got rejected today.” The guy tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to disappoint them but Johnny said it’s still lacking. I also don’t want to waste Taeyong’s money in sponsoring me.” She admitted. “I don’t think I’m cut off for this job.”

“That’s a bummer. You’ve been doing so well.” Yuta claimed. “I remembered reading the one you made on the plane and that is pretty good. You have real talent.” He said sincerely that made her smile. Why is he so comforting? “It might not be your time yet but I know you’ll be a really great manga artist someday.” She actually never thought of being a great manga artist and she only dreamed of publishing her own manga. Who would have thought that Yuta will be the one to make her realize this impossible dream? “If you need help with anything, just tell me. I can drive just to get you those steamed buns.”

(Y/N) giggled at that. Now, her mood is lifted. Yuta’s smile is really infectious. “Sankkyu…” She said cutely in a Japanese way that made him laugh. “Otou-chan.”

--

When (Y/N) woke up that morning, Yuta was still snuggling in bed like normal times. She remembered Yuta’s smile when she begged him to sleep next to her. She remembered him fully clothed last night but now, his shirt was already discarded. Well, the weather is kind of hot. And Yuta is kinda hot. The image of a God is still etched on Yuta. It will be a blessing to have kids with the same look as him.

The guy’s eyes opened and he smiled when he saw her watching him. “Good morning.” he greeted and she smiled. “You didn’t leave the bed, that’s a good sign.” She giggled then sat up that made him pout.

“Yuta,” she called. “Do you want to shower together?”

The guy didn’t need to be asked twice as he stood up almost immediately, following her to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth first and he marveled at how good she looked in the morning. How seductive she looked with white suds surrounding her mouth. He wanted to replace those with something white as well and wanted to replace that toothbrush in her mouth with the muscle hardening on his body now.

When she bent down to spit out the toothpaste in her mouth, her ass lightly grazed on his hardening cock that made him moan. Showering is really out of the question now. She pulled him inside the shower stall, removing his pants then her clothes. "Can I fuck you?" But she giggled. “So we are just going to shower?” he asked when she turned around that her back is facing him.

The girl giggled, “I did ask you to shower. Do you have something else in mind?” she turned on the shower that water started cascading down their bodies. Yuta smirked, the audacity of this girl to tease him. “Then let me clean you up.” He claimed as he held her closer, wrapping his hands on her waist. His hands traveled upward to her breasts, rubbing the hardened nipples using his thumb as she moaned at the sensation.

Yuta’s hands were warm compared to the cold water from the showerhead. And can she miss his hardness poking her from the back? “Do we have time to do this, Yuta?” she asked, smiling when his right hand moved down to her core. He smirked, “Time to do what? I’m just going to clean you.” He claimed, inserting his fingers inside her core. This fucker, really.

His left hand alternated in rubbing her breasts while his right hand curled inside her, earning moans from her. “You’re so wet for someone who doesn’t want to do this.” He whispered, bending her forward that her hands automatically held the tiles from the bathroom in an attempt to hold into something. His fingers were quickly replaced with his hardening cock.

(Y/N) had to bit her lip to prevent her from moaning too much. She can’t believe that it is Yuta, once again, who was giving her the sex she wanted. He thrust so hard that if not for her arms, she might hit her head on the bathroom wall. Why is Yuta this wild in the morning? Is this the sex she missed when she left that morning in Paris? She should have stayed. She came in that position, then another one in Yuta’s embrace. “Let’s not do this again.” She claimed while breathing hard, recovering from her high. The guy only had to raise an eyebrow at him. “Shower sex looks so hot in manga or in porn yet it is so slippery.”

He only laughed at that. “Well, we have a tub.” He said gesturing at the tub located next to the shower stall. “Next time.” She claimed then reached for his body wash, slathering it on her body. Yuta grinned, this is just like being married to her. If she lives here with him, will this be an everyday scenario?

Instead of eating at home, they decided to just grab breakfast on the way to work since they’re both late for work. Maybe they should refrain from having sex in the morning, they’ll have trouble at work if this continues on. “Are you coming over tonight?” he asked and she shook her head, explaining that since she needed to do her illustrations from scratch she needed to stay late. “Can you promise me that you’ll eat lunch and dinner properly?” he asked and she smiled. “No, I’ll just order food for you. What do you want?”

She giggled at that. “You are such a dad, Yuta.” She teased. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” He shook his head when she went out of the car. How can he not worry about her? When she’s this stubborn? Before he could start his car, he caught glimpse of Jaehyun’s car parking. Maybe there is a way to really take care of her.

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Chapter 13 / Chapter 15

A quick thank you to @puzziw​ for telling me about the proper tagging and for uplifting my confidence to write. Also, thank you @markresonates​ for telling me about the word count. Also to @scentedbabybreath​ for liking the story, I hope I haven’t disappointed you yet. 

Happy Holidays to everyone! 🎄

[jenomark]

nct 127 morning after (first hookup, make out session, sleepover, etc) reaction

Taeil: When you made time for Taeil, he made time for you. He had missed you so much that he took that time very seriously, determined to make it extra special for his girl. During the few hours he had you to himself, Taeil managed to mark your body with bruises, fuck your throat raw, and degrade you just as you liked. Knowing how normally docile he was, and seeing him rub your clit until you couldn’t feel it anymore, was a turn on. The way his face twisted, how he bared his teeth as he fucked you ,was something you desired. When the night ended, every nerve in your body was screaming out for him to touch you again. Taeil didn’t like people sleeping over at his place, but there was something about you that made him weak. You woke up in his arms, his soft body your big spoon. “Did you rest?” Taeil asked, his face buried in your neck. “Like a baby.” you said. When you got up to pee, Taeil watched you walk across his room naked, your body swaying to tease him. You were so sore that even your feet hurt, but it was the good kind of bad. When you returned, Taeil was getting dressed, and all he was wearing was a pair of dark blue suit pants. “Did I do too much?” Taeil asked, admiring your body. You shook your head no and kissed him on the cheek. He let you pull on his dress shirt and place the tie around his neck. “You like it?” he asked. “Of course you do.” The smack on your ass came down hard and stung, but it was exactly what you needed to get you through the day.

Johnny:  “I don’t want you to take advantage of me.” Johnny said. Ever since he heard that you were sharing a bed, Johnny had been making jokes. You sat on one side, and he on the other. Very dramatically, Johnny placed a line of pillows up the middle of the bed. “No crossing the line,” he said. “I know it’s hard not to with me being sexy and all.” You laughed, shaking your head at him. Johnny asked if you wanted anything from the vending machine before he left, but you told him no. When he came back, you were already asleep. The sunlight hit your face in the morning, its bright rays making your eyelids so warm. You opened your eyes feeling refreshed, and saw a foot right next to your head. When you screamed, Johnny also woke up. Both of you leaned up at the same time and nearly bopped heads. “What the-” Johnny said. You were laying on the opposite end of the bed-on Johnny’s side- with his legs on either side of you, and your legs draped over his. It looked like some weird sexual position. “How did I get like this?” you asked. Johnny laughed, “My feet were in your face.” He was resting back on his elbows and enjoying this mix-up a little too much. He wiggled his toes, you made a disgusted face, and rolled off of him. “You know,” Johnny said. “You could have told me about your foot fetish. I’m sure we could have worked something out. Instead of tit for tat we could have had a tit for toe.” You hit Johnny with a pillow before he could go any further.

Taeyong: He said kissing you was his happy place. He straddled you on your kitchen chair and kissed your lips, his eagerness at wanting you take a break feeling very charming. You let your head fall back into his hands. As he kissed you, you moaned in approval, a little laughter getting caught in your throat.  “Just one more hour,” you said. “One more hour and we can kiss all night.” Taeyong took the pen out of your hand and held it hostage, so that you would cave easily. There wasn’t much you couldn’t resist, but pouty Taeyong was one of them. After you agreed, he got off your lap, dropping your pen as he did. At the same time, both you and Taeyong bent to pick it up, knocking heads in the process. After that, everything went black. When you came to, you were on the floor, and Taeyong was freaking out to someone over the phone, telling them that his big head had killed you. “Taeyong,” you whispered.” I’m here. It’s okay.” Seeing that you were moving, Taeyong hung up the call and ran to you. “My baby, he said. “Should I take you to emergency care?” You giggled. You knew it wasn’t a laughing matter, but he looked so cute being all worried like that. “Do you still want to make out with me?” you asked. Taeyong began to smile, but he was still anxious. “Carry me to bed,” you said. “You can keep me up all night so that nothing happens to me.”

Yuta: You dreamed a lot of bad things, your mind cutting scenes like in a movie. When you woke up, you stretched your body across your bed, and felt happy that the nightmares couldn’t reach you when you were awake. Your leg hit something warm moving around in your blankets. You screamed, convinced that the monsters had finally come to take you, and jumped so far back that you fell off your bed. “What are you doing?” a groggy voice asked. “Stop screaming.” You poked your head up and saw Yuta, your roommate, trying to sit up in your bed. Your purple silky sleep mask was on his forehead, and he looked so well-rested that you began to feel angry. “Why are you in my bed?” you asked. You got up off the floor and stood in spot, hands on your hips. Yuta yanked your sleep mask from his head and started playing with it. “Yuta,” you said. “You have your own room.” When he spoke, his words were so low that you could barely hear him. You told him to speak up, and that’s when he shouted, “There’s a bug in my room. I trapped it and ran in here, but you were sleeping. You snore in your sleep. Did you know that?” You took a moment to process things, and instead of addressing the bug, or why he chose to sleep in your bed, you said, “I don’t snore.”

Doyoung: You were both sober, so there wasn’t any excuse. You stared up at the ceiling to his bedroom, his blankets up to your chin. The benefits of being sober felt awfully bad, because you could remember everything. You thought back to last night when Doyoung’s mouth was all over your body. You closed your eyes to forget, but it’s like you could feel him there, your best friends lips in places you never expected them to be. “You’re thinking is so loud that I can’t sleep,” Doyoung said, rolling over. “Was I that bad?” Startled, you jumped hearing the sound of his voice. Laying next to you, he looked exactly as he always did, except now his dick knew what your insides felt like. “No,” you said. “You were great. Was I…bad?” You wondered what he was thinking, if everything was flooding back to him as graphically as it was for you. “I wouldn’t say bad,” Doyoung said. “You are greedy.” At that, you sat right up. “Greedy?” you asked. “I’m greedy? You wouldn’t stop going down on me. What was I supposed to do?” Doyoung shrugged and said, “You’re so uptight and you needed it. You definitely weren’t going to do that to me for so long.” You felt like you were in some bad episode of a television show. Doyoung, your best friend who had slept with you last night, was critiquing you on your sexual skills. “That’s it,” you said. “Get your dick out, Doyoung, we’re going for round two. I’ll show you who is greedy.”

Jaehyun: You promised yourself you wouldn’t get drunk, but then again, you weren’t good at keeping promises. You woke up in a bed you didn’t recognize, and that’s when you knew how badly you had fucked up. You looked under the covers and expected to be naked, but you weren’t. Quietly, you lifted the blankets from your body and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You looked around the mystery room and silently hoped you hadn’t fallen prey to some random guy at the club. “You’re awake.” a voice said. You got to your feet and backed into a corner of the room. “Who are you?” you said, holding your hand out as if it would protect you. “I’m Jaehyun,” he said. “ I live here. You don’t remember, do you?” You looked at the bed, then looked at the gorgeous man in front of you, and finally at the cup of coffee in his hands. “Did we fuck?” you asked. Jaehyun laughed softly. Before you could panic, he frantically told you no, that you had not fucked. “You were really drunk,” he said. “You kept calling me your best friend, and wouldn’t leave me car. I didn’t want to leave you alone, so I brought you back here. I slept on the couch.” Jaehyun held the cup of coffee out for you to take. “Oh,” you said. “Oh, fuck.”

WinWin: It was his twenty-first birthday. You asked him what he wanted to do, and although he took awhile to decide, his answer came out like he had always known it. “I want to build a fort.” WinWin said. So, you turned your living room into a living fort, just for him. The fort was intricate, with sheets tacked to your walls, big fluffy pillows making tunnels, and with every piece of furniture in your living room participating. It felt like another world. You spent the whole night laying together and eating marshmallows, playing board games and talking about life. When you woke up, your arms were sticky from sweat and sugar, but you hadn’t felt that happy in a long time. “This might be the best birthday present.” you said, looking around at your handiwork. “It is,” WinWin said. “I have the best girlfriend in the world.” You looked at him and felt yourself getting excited. WinWin had never called you his girlfriend before, at least, not out loud. “I know it’s not your birthday anymore,” you said. “But do you have one more wish?” You crawled to him on your hands and knees. WinWin did the same. When he kissed you, suddenly you never wanted to be a part of any world he wasn’t in.

Jungwoo: You thought he was a virgin, but the way Jungwoo fucked you quickly took any of those assumptions away. He knew what he was doing, his eyes watching you closely to see what you liked, and he always knew exactly what you needed. After coming once, Jungwoo kept wanting to come again, and again. You woke up in your bed alone, wondering exactly where he had gone. “Jungwoo?” you called. You were naked, your body aching from last night as you moved. You pulled on a robe and walked out of your bedroom, arms folded and ready for anything. Jungwoo was asleep on your couch, your television on and tuned to an old Snoopy cartoon. You walked over to him and saw how peaceful he looked. “Jungwoo?” you whispered. “Wake up.” He opened his eyes and leaned his body up on his arms. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to bother you.” He got into a sitting position and you sat next to him, smiling so he knew it was okay. “You can go into my bedroom and sleep, if you want.” you said. Without saying anything, Jungwoo laid down, his head across your lap. You brushed his hair back, and tried to remember a time when you felt anything resembling love for a one night stand. There was a first time for everything.

Mark: Before you fell asleep, you watched him dream. His eyelids fluttered and he whimpered, calling out your name. All night you had edged him until he couldn’t physically move anymore. His body was so tired and spent, you tucked him into bed and kissed him goodnight earlier than normal. Falling asleep to Mark talking in his sleep, saying things like, “Mommy, please” always made you wake up with a smile. In the morning, it was Mark’s turn to watch you dream. You opened your eyes. His hand was on his elbow, and a smile was on his face. “Good morning,” he said. “ A good morning for a good night.” Even though his words made no sense, in typical Mark fashion, you felt like kissing him all over his face. When you weren’t edging him, you could be found being his baby. You leaned in to kiss him, letting him take some of the control back from last night. “Get dressed,” Mark said, “Let’s go out and grab some breakfast.” You kissed him again, not really wanting to move. “Or I could grab something else.” he said. Mark’s hands squeezed your ass as you kissed him, and when you stopped, he let his hands travel further up your body to hold you tightly to him.

Haechan: Sunday nights were movie nights. You went over to Haechan’s dorm and laid in his bed,  just as friends. With your head in the crook of his arm, both of you watched a movie on his phone every weeks end. This week, it was your turn to choose. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.” Haechan said, his impatience making you agitated. You were taking so long to choose that he was pretending to fall asleep. You playfully punched his arm and clicked on a movie. “This one?” he asked. “I heard this was terrible.” You berated him for the first twenty minutes of the movie, but in the end, it was pointless, because you both fell asleep. When you woke, it was Monday morning, and the bird were chirping. You felt your body shaking, so you moaned that you would just be ten minutes more. “Wake up, idiot,” Haechan said. “You’re going to be late for work.” You shut up, dried drool on your chin, your hair stuck to one side of your head, and said, “Fuck.” Haechan laughed, clearly enjoying your suffering. He watched as you scrambled from his bed, borrowed clothes from his closet, and hopped out of his door, one sock on and one sock off. “That girl.” Haechan said, shaking his head.