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Stray Kids! Mafia - You Flinch from Them

Warnings: mentions of weapons, violence

Summary: You have been dating for a short while but you were comfortable around your boyfriend. Although you suspected he might not be the cleanest guy in terms of what he did for a living, you were still shocked whenever you found the slightest glimpse into the other side of his life.

A/N: Back to extremely popular request. I hope this is any good. Please send in requests because god knows I need ideas

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Bang Chan

It was very early on in your relationship but you were getting quite comfortable around your boyfriend and his apartment where you practically lived nowadays.

It was a Saturday morning when you decided to clean up the bedroom a little after Chan got a phone call from the office to take care of a problem. You got fresh linen from the closed and stripped down the old sheets. You were in nothing but shorts and a top, the sunlight piercing through the windows of the skyscraper warming against your bare legs. As you put on the fresh sheets, the room smelled of crisp detergent that you loved so much. It felt like spring was in your bedroom instead of fall coming into winter. But as you moved the mattress as you changed the sheet, something heavy fell against the hardwood floors. You knelt and looked under the bed, coming face to face with a heavy black gun.

A small dry gasp caught in the back of your throat as you stared at the weapon. You winced when the bedroom door opened.

"Hello, princess," Chan greeted with a smile, "What are you doing?"

You turned pale as you got up and licked your dry lips. Chan's eyebrows furrowed together as he noticed the stunned, almost fearful expression on your face.

"What is it?" he asked again and knelt down himself. When Chan saw the gun that's slipped from beneath the mattress, he picked it up and stood upright.

"Y/N," began Chan but you flinched at his mere voice no matter how gentle and quiet it was. Seeing a gun in his hands sent shivers down your spine and made your stomach twist into knots. Chan saw the look in your eyes and how you avoided his gaze. He put the gun on the bed and reached for your arms but you winced again. He tried again, his touch careful against your skin.

"Y/N," he began again. "There's nothing for you to be afraid of, I promise." You dared look up into his eyes and although you wanted to believe him, a part of you remained wary.

"If anything, the gun is here to protect you, princess. I would never let you get hurt, yeah?" said Chan gently and caressed your cheek. You let out a small, long-held breath and nodded.

"Good," said Chan and kissed your head as you leaned against his chest.

Lee Know

You were waiting for Minho in a restaurant he picked for your date. He also sent a driver to take you there but he had another business to take care of and said he would join you there. Yet fifteen minutes have passed since the time you were supposed to meet but Minho had still not arrived.

You had almost finished your drink when out of the sudden, without a word a stranger sat down at your table. At first you thought it was Minho but when you looked up, you realized you had never seen this man before in your life.

"Another drink for the lady and a whiskey on the rocks for me," the stranger ordered the waiter that couldn't have known this was not the man you were waiting for.

"No, I'm fine!" you called after the staff but he was already gone. Then you looked at the strange man. "Who are you?" you asked. "I'm waiting for someone. You should leave."

"Yes and I've seen you waiting for quite a while now, thought you'd want some company," grinned the man.

"No, thank you. I'm fine," you said as politely and gently as you could although it seemed as if you should have been harsher with him because he would not take no for an answer.

"Come on, the guy's a loser if he stood you up. But I'm here," said the guy and tried to put his hand around your waist. You jumped up at the same time as Minho arrived at the restaurant. You saw him across the hall as he spoke to the host. He glanced between you and the obnoxious man but you took your purse and came to him first.

"What's going on?" asked Minho when you got to his side.

"Please let's just leave," you said quietly and took his hand. You did not see that the stranger was right on your step but Minho did. He gently pushed you behind him before he grabbed the guy by his shoulder and stopped him on his tracks.

"Let go of me,. I already paid for her drink, I'm not leaving without getting some," snapped the stranger and pushed Minho's hand off him. But that was not a smart move. Minho grabbed him once again, reached into his coat and pulled out a slick black gun. He pressed it at the guy's throat.

"What did you just say?" growled Minho. You were not sure whether it was the tone of his voice or the gun that made your stomach turn. You took a step back but the guy scrammed even faster. Minho let him go, not trying to cause a scene. But when he turned around to see you, you flinched from him immediately. Your back hit the wall as you looked down.

"What are you doing, kitten?" asked Minho, narrowing his eyes at you. He put away the gun and licked his lips. His chest was tight and his shoulders tense.

"It's okay," he whispered, propping your chin so you looked at him. There were tears in your eyes. He caressed your cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You did not respond, you couldn't.

"Don't be scared of me, Y/N. I'm the one person you shouldn't be afraid of."

Changbin

You were walking through the park with Changbin by your side, savouring the last days of sunshine before winter. You were holding Changbin's elbow as you stopped by a bench and the two of you sat down. You were listening to him talk when you leaned against him when something metallic caught your eye. Beneath his coat, Changbin carried a heavy black gun. Why he would have it, especially when he is with you, was beyond you unless he meant to use it. But as you looked up into his smiley eyes and watched his lips move without hearing a word he said. There was ringing in your ears, when suddenly you flinched at Changbin's touch.

The smile left his eyes and lips when he saw your reaction. "What is it?"

"N-Nothing," you stuttered, "I was thinking about something..."

"What were you thinking about, baby?"

"Nothing," you said again, your voice growing weaker. Changbin narrowed his eyes at you but he did not say a thing. He studied your face for a moment, your expression. You were clearly distressed but he could not tell why.

"Why do you have a gun?" you whispered under your breath out of the sudden and looked up into your boyfriend's eyes. Changbin froze for a moment until the storm of thoughts cleared from his brown orbs.

"It's for work," said Changbin honestly and glanced away for a moment.

"What?" you asked confused.

"It's for work, Y/N. I'm always at work even if I'm with you," he tried to explain.

"But what do you do?" you asked, your heart thumbing wildly within your chest. Changbin frowned and his lips formed a thin straight line.

"You know what I do, Y/N," said Changbin slowly, "But you have nothing to be afraid of. Not from me." He tried to caress your cheek but you flinched again. You stood up and tried to walk away but Changbin caught your hand and spun you around.

"Don't walk away from me, Y/N," he warned and you could see the shadows in his eyes. "I know it's difficult to understand but my work hasn't got anything to do with you. You don't have to be afraid of me," said Changbin and smoothed your chin with his thumb. He leaned in slowly and glanced into your eyes before he kissed you tenderly.

Hyunjin

You had come over to Hyunjin's for a lazy afternoon. The truth was you would only go home to get fresh clothes and tidy up a little but the majority of time you were already living with your boyfriend.

You are lying on the sofa when Hyunjin came from work. He took off his coat and kissed you before sitting down by your side. A movie was playing on the television but you weren't paying attention. You sat up and cuddled against Hyunjin, your arms finding their way around his waist.

"Why do you have a gun?" you stuttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Baby..." said Hyunjin and tried to take you back into his arms but you flinched again, your back hitting the seat of the sofa.

Hyunjin sighed and took the gun from his side before placing it on an end table behind him.

"It's just a gun... There's nothing to be afraid of," he tried to calm you.

"But I'm afraid of you," you confessed, your eyes filling with tears. You wrapped your arms around your body and licked your lips. Hyunjin's eyes went blank before they filled with emotion like a bottomless basin.

"Y/N," began Hyunjin, "Listen to me," he demanded as he scooted over to you and took your face into his hands. "You don't ever, ever need to be afraid of me. I'd burn the whole world down before I'd let anything happen to you. Do you understand me?"

You nodded but the tears in your eyes slipped down your cheeks. Hyunjin brushed them away with his thumbs and kissed your forehead before finding your lips as well.

Han

You had just come back from a date with Han. You went to see a movie and get dinner like any other couple but the difference was that you had a private booth in the cinema and the restaurant he took you to was unlike anything you could ever afford on your own.

You took off your heels and let down your hair, running a hand through the curls. You moaned quietly when Han wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chin in the nook of your neck. He left kisses down your collarbones before turning you around. Han took your chin and kissed your lips, your hands travelling beneath his suit jacket and around his sides. However, you froze still when your fingers touched a hard metallic object on the back of his waist, tucked behind his trousers. You stopped responding to Han's kisses and could not mask the alarm in your eyes.

"It's alright, sweetheart," whispered Han and caressed both of your cheeks. His thumbs smoothed over your flushed cheeks as he kissed your forehead. Then he stepped away and pulled the object from behind his belt and as you expected it to be, it was a slick black gun. Han put it on the end table in the hallway before returning to you but this time you flinched away from him. Your eyes were wide and your lips parted. Han frowned.

"Did you just flinch?" he asked absolutely stunned but you could only stare at him. There were no words that wanted from your mouth, nothing you could think of to day.

"Y/N..." Han spoke softly, "Don't be scared of me. You can't think I'd ever hurt you, can you?"

You stared into his big doe eyes and struggle to understand him.

"But why do you have a gun when you're with me then?" you asked weakly.

"Because I have a lot of enemies," said Han and came over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his forehead against yours. "And I would never let any of them hurt you. Ever."

Felix

You were staying over at your boyfriend's place when you woke up in the middle of the night and Felix was not in bed with you anymore. You sat up and looked around the room but he was nowhere to be seen. It was still pitch black outside but you could hear voices from the hallway. You got up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You wrapped your arms around you and opened the door to the hallway. Felix's office was open and his voice murmured from within it.

You pushed the already cracked door open, finding your boyfriend with your back against you from behind his writing desk. He was talking on the phone with someone, dressed in a strange black outfit and combat boots in the middle of the night.

When Felix turned around he did not notice you because his focus was on the massive black suitcase on his writing desk whilst still speaking on the phone. Then suddenly, he cut the line and put his phone away. He took a long sniper gun from the suitcase like they did in the movie and began dissemble it. Your heart was in your throat and your eyes wide when the floorboard where you stood creaked and brought Felix's gaze onto you.

You froze for but a second before you spun on your heels and run in the opposite direction. Felix was right on your trail as you nearly reached the front door to escape but the lock would not open. Your hands were shaking and could not twist the key properly but it was already too late.

"Y/N, wait!" called Felix, making you turn around. Your eyes were big with fear as you stood with your back against the door. Felix tried to reach for your face, for your hand but you flinched so hard it made his heart break.

"Y/N, please," he begged. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Let me explain..."

You dared look up into his eyes, your heart beating so hard and fast it threatened to jump right out of your chest.

"Y/N, I would die before let anything happen to you. You have nothing to be afraid of, I promise, just... Just let me explain, please," said Felix again, his voice soft and calm as he reached towards you again. Your gaze moved from his hands to his eyes, waiting for anything.

"You know these things are for work. Surely... Surely you must know that by now?" asked Felix almost as if he were out of breath. You stared into his eyes yet you could not help but nod. A long-held breath escaped Felix's lungs as he nodded to himself.

"Then you must also know that I would never ever hurt you. I won't let anyone else hurt you either, Y/N," said Felix and cupped your cheeks. "I give you my word."

You nodded again as silent tears spilled from your eyes. You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around Felix, a sense of absolute relief taking over you. You took in Felix's scent and snuggled against his cotton t-shirt, your fingers tangling in the fabric.

"It's okay, princess, it's okay," he whispered.

Seungmin

You were looking for a book to read in Seungmin's office. The walls were lined with shelves and upon them books. You roamed through different authors and titles and flickered through the pages whilst Seungmin was making lunch in the kitchen. That is, until you took out a book much heavier than it was supposed to be. When you tried to flicker through it, a heavy black gun fell from the hollow in the centre of the pages. You jumped at the loud clang of the metal against the hardwood floors. A gasp escaped your mouth as you stepped back when suddenly your back hit Seungmin's chest.

"What are you doing, princess?" he asked against your ear. Another gasp caught in the back of your throat as you jumped away, this time backing against the writing desk. Your eyes were wide and your heart was beating loud. Your palms were coated in cold sweat whilst Seungmin picked up the heavy black gun. He checked the bullets and picked up the false book before he put the weapon back to its place in the bookshelf.

"I asked you something, princess," Seungmin spoke again, his eyes finding you at last.

"I was just looking for a book to read," you stuttered, never thinking you'd feel this type of fear towards your own boyfriend.

"I know," agreed Seungmin. "So what were you doing with a gun then?"

"It... It was an accident," you whispered weakly.

Seungmin measured your features, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes a sceptical gaze. It was hard for him to trust anyone leading the life that he did. It would not surprise him if a spy had infiltrated his personal life. But when he saw the expression on your face, the way your hands trembled and your eyes filled with tears, Seungmin realized he was being absurd. His gaze softened immediately but as he tried to reach for you, you flinched away from him so hard, you hit your hand against the edge of the desk.

"Shh, princess, it's okay," spoke Seungmin calmly. His arms were open as to not scare you further and for some reason it worked. "It's okay, I'm sorry. I know it was an accident. It's okay..." he whispered as he took careful steps towards you.

Finally, Seungmin was able to reach you and pull you into his arms. "I'm so sorry, princess, it's okay. You're safe," he assured and caressed your hair. You let out a long breath of relief and pulled yourself closer.

"It's okay, you're safe... I'm sorry, I know you didn't mean to fine that," he whispered comfortingly, "I'm sorry... You're safe."

Jeongin

"It's okay, it's alright," spoke Jeongin softly as you moved further and further back until you hit the wall. You had been staying with your boyfriend a lot lately but you had never come across weapons before. Not until now. As you searched for a pen in Jeongin's office and pulled open a drawer which was usually locked, you found a heavy silver-like gun. Just the sight of it made your stomach twist into knots and the inside of your hands coat with cold sweat.

Jeongin was sat in an armchair across from you with a book in his hands but when he saw how pale you've turned you did not have to say a word for him to realize what had happened.

When your eyes met with his, you started running instinctively but he caught you by the door. You managed to squirm from his arms as he did not want to hurt you by holding you back yet when you nearly reached the living room, Jeongin caught up with you again. He locked his arms around you and despite your kicking and fighting back, he was too strong for you. Tears streamed down your cheek as you thought of nothing less but your suspicions of him to be true. If he was able to hurt other people like that, what stopped him from hurting you?

"Y/N, you have to calm down," demanded Jeongin before you finally gave up. You were sobbing by that point and it broke his heart into a million pieces. He let go of you once again but you couldn't do much else but to back away from him.

"It's okay, Y/N, I promise. It's okay, you're safe," spoke Jeongin quietly as he tried to approach you but it only made you tremble even more.

"I promise what I do for work has nothing to do with you. You won't ever hear a word of what's going on there. Please..." he begged and took another step closer to you. You were at the reach of his hands but Jeongin wanted you to come to him. He understood how frightening this was for you. You were more intimate with him than with any other person in your life yet it turned out you knew so little of him.

"You're safe, Y/N... I'll keep you safe if it's the last thing I do," promised Jeongin.

"You won't hurt me?" you stuttered, forcing yourself to look up into his eyes.

"Of course not," he said, frowning worse than ever. "I'd sooner die than let anything happen to you, Y/N, do you understand me?"

You nodded slowly and wiped the tears from your eyes. They feel again but this time you let Jeongin brush them away as he pulled you closer. He kissed your forehead and your temple and your cheek and your lips before pulling away.

"I promise, Y/N," Jeongin swore again, looking you in the eyes. You nodded and wrapped your arms around him as you buried your nose in his neck.

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unforgetablemelancholy · 2 days

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caramel macchiato

�� summary: once known as the dark and ruthless gang members, fell for the one that was as sweet as a caramel macchiato.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff / poly!au / mafia!au

— word count: 5.3k

— warnings: gangs, robbery, attempted harassment

Yoongi always loved his coffee black. Until he met you.

The sweet aroma of coffee meeting his nose the second he walked into the café always made him want to vomit. But then he saw you, a new worker he hadn’t seen before and was greeted by a sweeter smile much sweeter than the smell of sugary coffee the locals were beginning to grow fond of.

“Good afternoon, may I take your orders?”

Your smile looked so precious, the way you swept your hair back from getting in the way of your face, your soft fingertips, soft lips, eyes he knew he’d fall into a daydream if he wasn’t too cautious of looking at it for too long.

“What’s popular around here?” He asked and beside him, Hoseok blinked, wondering what in the world got his boyfriend to go against drinking his usual black coffee.

“I would recommend the caramel macchiato. It’s sweet and very delicious.”

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unforgetablemelancholy · 1 month

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jerk.

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part two.

You’ve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A.

When he’d bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; “move it, extra, or i’ll make you” – and you’d known then because those were the words written across you hip since you’d turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.

Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and you’d grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate you’d been given didn’t say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.

And in yours you’d been called an extra.

Whatever the hell that meant.

You’ve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadn’t before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didn’t want a single thing to do with your soulmate.

Not ever.

That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; you’d make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding.

When they’re spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like there’s actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like you’d done some horrible thing to deserve his anger… you understand then that they weren’t teasing and they aren’t a misunderstanding. They’re cruel and they’re mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.

So you make it your goal that he never finds out you’re his soulmate in return.

You avoid him. Desperately. You’re barely a person in his own head so it isn’t all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didn’t. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building.

You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didn’t speak to him and he’d never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and you’re sure he doesn’t even know what your name is.

Or that you really even exist.

And you’re happy with that.

Content.

Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.

And it was best he just never even knew.

He was so focused on becoming number one, you’re not sure he even cares about finding his.

Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.

“Y/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.”

You freeze at Aizawa-sensei’s words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. He’s already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; it’s clear he’s assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if he’s ever seen you before.

It wouldn’t surprise you if he was.

Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, you’ve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.

One on one though? That was going to be harder.

Way harder.

“Good luck,” Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like she’d gotten Jirou. Lucky.

Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you can’t just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize he’s not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.

Jerk.

When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since you’re certainly not going to speak first, there’s a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; “ready?”

You nod and he isn’t confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. You’re not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely don’t mesh well together and it’s clear Bakugou is stronger, but you’re able to hold up well enough on your own.

You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.

And a little payback for being such an ass.

Then, when the class is over and you’ve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, you’re surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugou’s as he stares down at you. He’s not smiling and he doesn’t look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.

“Good job.”

The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing you’ve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasn’t gruff or aggressive like it normally is–it was… soft, almost? Maybe not soft but… normal. Just… calm.

Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then you’re pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.

After that, Bakugou doesn’t seem to leave you alone.

He’s everywhere.

And not everywhere in the way he had been before. He’s not there in passing or just across the room from you, he’s asking to train with you or deliberately making sure he’s the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.

He’s constantly there.

Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. He’s always looking at you, making sure you know he knows you’re there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugou’s attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.

Of course, they don’t know Bakugou’s your soulmate so they don’t really get the scope of your panic. And it’s not that you don’t trust them, especially after all you’d been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.

But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you weren’t.

You were promptly fucked.

You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before you’re cornered by Bakugou.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean.

A quick glance around tells you there’s no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since you’d snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.

So yeah, you were screwed.

Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.

“Do you think I don’t know why you won’t speak to me?”

Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like they’re piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.

He takes another step forward and suddenly he’s inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,” Bakugou continues. “Especially when I started to realize you’ve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? It’s not hard to figure out.”

You halt, freezing, waiting for the words—

“You’re my soulmate.”

You refuse to look at him. You won’t look at him.

Maybe if you just ignore him, he’ll go away. He’ll just… leave. He doesn’t like being ignored, that much you’ve gathered and so if you just refuse to–

Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and he’s way too close. “Hey,” he huffs, “look at me.”

You don’t listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, he’ll get what he wants. And you’re not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until he’s bored and then you can think—figure this out because surely–

“Y/L/N,” he calls and you’re surprised he even knows your name, “look at me. Hey. I’m right, aren’t I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.” You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. “Fucks sake. I’m not leaving until you say something so you might as well—”

“—I’m not saying anything to you because you’re a jerk!”

Well, that certainly could’ve gone better.

The words leave your lips before you even realize you’ve said them. The second you’re done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugou’s, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.

But, a second later, instead of being angry like you’d expected, Bakugou starts… laughing.

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and it’s so unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him you’re stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.

As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years,” he starts, still smiling–actually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. “Wasn’t sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.”

Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. “I–I… You jerk!”

“I think we’ve established that already, babe.”

You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasn’t for the way your heart races at the sound, you’re sure your stupefied mind wouldn’t have caught it because seriously, what the hell?

“You… this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything!” You cry out, not sure if you’re defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? “You’re insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.”

Bakugou just snorts. “What are your words?” He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. “Must’ve been bad if you had to avoid me.”

You’re surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. “‘Move it, extra, or I’ll make you’,” you mumble, fiddling with your hands. “You said it the first day we started here at U.A.”

“Shit,” Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. “So you’ve been avoiding me for months?”

Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.

He shifts. “L-Listen… uh, sorry about… about cornering you like this.”

Blinking, you tilt your head up. You’re shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks.

“I just needed to know,” he finishes explaining. “And I’m sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesn’t deserve that crap but I can’t take it back, so I’ll just make sure I make up for it.”

You’re positive now that you’re hallucinating this whole thing.

“What?”

He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.

“Well, I mean, as we get to know each other,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m shit with words but I’ll try for you. I'm good with showing though,” and he looks a little too pleased with himself.

But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. “You…” and you hesitate, not sure if you’re hearing this correctly. “You want to get to know me?”

And he looks at you like you’re dumb.

“Duh,” he shrugs, “you’re my soulmate.”

“What about being number one?”

“What about it?” he argues, shaking his head. “That’ll still happen. You think I can’t do that while also dating you?”

Your eyes widen; “dating?”

“Yeah,” he says, again like you’re dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. “You’re my soulmate. Of course we’re going to date.”

“I barely know you!”

“That’s why we’ll get to know each other.”

You just stare up at him.

“You really are insufferable,” is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you don’t pull away from his touch and even if you’re not fully aware of it, you’re pretty sure you end up leaning into him.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he shrugs, still grinning. “Now, let’s go back to training. We need to work on your defense.”

Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. “Hey!”

“What,” he shrugs down at you. “It’s true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.”

You can’t find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really don’t mind.

If anything, you actually like it.

Fuck—he really is a jerk.

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before from curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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NCT MASTERLIST:

VIDEOS:

OFFICIAL TRAILER FOR NEO CULTURE

Trailer for Junior Forces

AU’S:

공유 크라운

OFFICIAL TRAILER Taeyong trailer for AU FINAL TRAILER

1st chapter: 내 실수

text intermission 2nd chapter: 我想重做生活

3rd chapter: 그들이 오고있다

text intermission 4th chapter: 공기가 없다

5th chapter: 우리의 피곤한 발

6th chapter: 나는 작별 인사를하러왔다

7th chapter: 그림자

8th chapter: 지옥의 문

9th chapter: 무서운 평온

10th chapter: 떨어지는 시체

11th chapter: 고통스러운 기억

12th chapter: 焦虑

13th chapter: 12 층

14th chapter: 노랑색

15th chapter: x메신저를 쏘지 마십시오x

REACTIONS:

NCT 2018 As Mafia Positions

NCT 2018 Reaction When Someone Disrespects Their S/O [U + 127]

NCT Dream Reaction to Someone Disrespecting Their S/O

NCT 2018 Reaction to Their S/O Wanting to Join Their Line of Work

NCT 2018 Reaction To The New Female Member Being a Sassy Assassin

NCT 2018 Reaction To You Wanting A Puppy

All Legal Members Reaction to Their Weddings with S/O

Older Members Reaction to Daughter Defending Herself

NCT 127 (+Lucas) Reaction: S/O Gaining Feelings After an Arranged Marriage

Glory of Neo Culture Shattered Glory

NCT Dream Reaction First Kiss

NCT Mafia Dad Reaction to Their Daughter Getting in a Fight

NCT 127 Reaction to You Coloring Their Tattoos NCT Dream Reactio to You Coloring Their Tattoos

INDIVIDUALS:

NCT U:

she’s mine (l.ty)

crush culture (k.dy) first times with doyoung

philia (l.mk)

bratty (j.jh)

NCT 127:

she’s mine (l.ty)

crush culture (k.dy)

philia (l.mk)

bratty (j.jh)

triggered (n.yt + badass reader)

NCT DREAM:

thantophobia (n.jm)

saturday nights (h.rj)

changes (p.js) just saying (p.js) pt.1

chest fire (l.dh)

WAYV:

flames (l.yngyng)

TIMESTAMPS:

Taeil:

“she’s so much better than that.”

“just come back safe to my arms, okay?”

Johnny:

“cause i don’t dance.”

“to wherever you want to go– i’ll follow.”

Taeyong:

“the whole city is falling apart.”

Yuta:

“we all got hurt when we started.”

Doyoung:

“hold it a little tighter…i’m here.”

“i’ve been holding that damn pillow tight for far too long.”

Jaehyun:

“…frozen in time forever.”

Sicheng (Winwin):

“my beautiful…messy baby.”

Jungwoo:

“don’t.”

“oh my god!” “i’m right here!”

Mark:

“…don’t get involved.”

“we would have been lost without you there.”

“be afraid of the rain.”

“pathetic.”

“hello gorgeous.”

Renjun:

“you’re too good to me.”

“I’ll force myself into being your bodyguard.” - bestfriend!au

Jeno:

“i know it hurts like hell.”

“all of them safe.”

“destroy him!” mafia!dad!jeno

Donghyuck (Haechan):

“i’m right here.”

“donghyuck’s whore…”

“give me a reason,”

Jaemin:

“hi princess.”

“hi princess.” (aftermath)

“people like us don’t do dates.”

“when the world was ending”

“sorry i didn’t kiss you.”

“she’s teething.” mafia!dad!jaemin

Yangyang:

“we can take the first bite together.”

Sungchan:

“baby, it’s me.”

Chenle:

“reality sucks…doesn’t it?”

Jisung:

“euphoria.”

“5 minutes. that’s all I want.”

“i don’t want you!”

Music Countdown

I. Romeo and Juliet - Zhong Chenle

II. I Don’t Fuck Wit’ You - Huang Renjun

III. Why - Mark Lee

IV. Sorry, My Dear - Jung Jaehyun

V. No Fun - Park Jisung

VI. Damn - Lee Jeno

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unforgetablemelancholy · 2 years

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IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR LIKE 20 MINUTES AND NOW I GOT TO GO TO WORK SO ILL REPOST SO I CAN READ IT AFTER

the dragon’s princess ⤑ jhs | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: with your mother’s death, and your father remarrying, came your abandonment in a tower - under the pretence that you’d be saved by a prince when you were older. now, it’s been over a decade and the princes come in droves to save you from the dragon that guards you. but you don’t want a charming prince. no. you prefer sweet ferocious dragons. one sweet, ferocious dragon in particular. fantasy au. royalty au. fairytale au. childhood friends to lovers au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: dragon shifter!hoseok x princess!reader

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: child abandonment, fairytale cliches: evil stepmother, abandoned princess, protective dragons and saviour princes, mentions of violence/action, mentions of death, brief descriptions of drowning (v v brief), alcohol consumption, soft dom!hoseok, sub!reader, slight body worship, hoseok, of course, has a dragon cock, hoseok is a tease, fingering, unprotected sex, first time sex + virgin sex, marking/mating, creampie, kidnapping, reader makes reckless decisions (DON’T randomly jump out a window in a spur of a moment decision)

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: LOOK IT’S A SEXY COMEBACK!! hello ladeez n gentlenutz, I have missed you all! It’s been SO long since i’ve written (only 3 months really but it feELS LONGER) so anyway, here we are!! I hope you enjoy!! dedicated to miss bette aka peanut aka @ddaenggtan, i love and appreciate u so much okay thank you xxx

❥ thank you to @honeymoonjin, @hobisbeautifulass, @shadowsremedy and @jungtaeyoongles and of course miss bette, but you’ve already been tagged uwu, for being sweet babies and reading this and giving me the much needed validation to keep me inspired and writing this fic, i love u sexy losers

❥ happy birthday to my love, my sunflower, my king jung hoseok. i love u to the end of the worlds and further

⏤ part of the @ficswithluv ‘The Luv Library’ project

Your footsteps crunch along the ground as you make your way back to the tower you’ve called your home for the past decade. Leaves crackle under the soles of your sandals, the sound entwining with the gentle rustle of the trees as the soothing cacophony of sounds eases your soul. A soft wind flitters past, the light gale wisping through your hair, causing a few strands to dance in the squall. It shouldn’t take you long to reach home - you’d only been out foraging and hunting for supper. A victorious smile creeping onto your face, your eyes glance down at the wicker basket nestled next to your hip, the handle resting in the crook of your elbow.

An array of mixed berries, fruits and vegetables sit in the basket, nestled next to the cloth-covered slab of boar meat - and a few different herbs stalks taking up the rest of the space. Your grin widens as you silently praise yourself over your success. The boar meat especially gets you excited - it’s Hoseok’s favourite. Once again, you internally cheer, as you imagine the inevitable look of excitement on your dragon’s face when you tell him about your catch. Boar meat was rare to come by - well, somewhat rare - considering it was a fool’s folly to hunt for one without someone to accompany you. However, today, you’d managed to stumble across an injured one and tried your luck - and as it turned out, your luck had won out. Though, you do chalk most of it down to Seokjin’s archery training. The elf had tried his hardest to impart onto you some of his skill; and apparently, he’d been successful, since you’d managed to skewer the boar with one, well placed shot to the head, consequently putting it out of its misery.

You continue your way back home, practically moving on muscle memory alone - you’d walked this same path more times than you could count - the trek ingrained into the soles of your feet. The dense thicket of trees, while almost identical to each other, doesn’t confuse you as they used to and you find yourself easily navigating through the forest. It doesn’t take you long to reach home, and moments later, you approach the giant tower nestled within the dense canopy of the enchanted forest.

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kpop bios pt.4

(1)❛ ✉️🥛꒰you make me feel꒱ ¡!~

இ🐇0820ꗃ SP3C1AL ▚▚

˓𓄹 ࣪˖%just for twice & ot9♡🧾◞˚ₓ

(2) *.★·we do it like a'?💡

५◦甚〃www.M4F1A.𝗰ꮻ𝗺

⩇:⩇📢' in the morning!!ᨏ

(3)ᨅ 紹介 idle best era!

💭⛓ ▚❝OH MY GOD

she took me to the sky...❞

(4) 🧸⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ sweet night᠀᠀

🥨+🥐vante's cheeks&♡

yeah life goes on with bts!🥞

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Reposting so I know where to find it

NCT MASTERLIST:

VIDEOS:

OFFICIAL TRAILER FOR NEO CULTURE

Trailer for Junior Forces

AU’S:

공유 크라운

OFFICIAL TRAILER Taeyong trailer for AU FINAL TRAILER

1st chapter: 내 실수

text intermission 2nd chapter: 我想重做生活

3rd chapter: 그들이 오고있다

text intermission 4th chapter: 공기가 없다

5th chapter: 우리의 피곤한 발

6th chapter: 나는 작별 인사를하러왔다

7th chapter: 그림자

8th chapter: 지옥의 문

9th chapter: 무서운 평온

10th chapter: 떨어지는 시체

11th chapter: 고통스러운 기억

12th chapter: 焦虑

13th chapter: 12 층

14th chapter: 노랑색

15th chapter: x메신저를 쏘지 마십시오x

REACTIONS:

NCT 2018 As Mafia Positions

NCT 2018 Reaction When Someone Disrespects Their S/O [U + 127]

NCT Dream Reaction to Someone Disrespecting Their S/O

NCT 2018 Reaction to Their S/O Wanting to Join Their Line of Work

NCT 2018 Reaction To The New Female Member Being a Sassy Assassin

NCT 2018 Reaction To You Wanting A Puppy

All Legal Members Reaction to Their Weddings with S/O

Older Members Reaction to Daughter Defending Herself

NCT 127 (+Lucas) Reaction: S/O Gaining Feelings After an Arranged Marriage

Glory of Neo Culture Shattered Glory

NCT Dream Reaction First Kiss

NCT Mafia Dad Reaction to Their Daughter Getting in a Fight

NCT 127 Reaction to You Coloring Their Tattoos NCT Dream Reactio to You Coloring Their Tattoos

INDIVIDUALS:

NCT U:

she’s mine (l.ty)

crush culture (k.dy) first times with doyoung

philia (l.mk)

bratty (j.jh)

NCT 127:

she’s mine (l.ty)

crush culture (k.dy)

philia (l.mk)

bratty (j.jh)

triggered (n.yt + badass reader)

NCT DREAM:

thantophobia (n.jm)

saturday nights (h.rj)

changes (p.js) just saying (p.js) pt.1

chest fire (l.dh)

WAYV:

flames (l.yngyng)

TIMESTAMPS:

Taeil:

“she’s so much better than that.”

“just come back safe to my arms, okay?”

Johnny:

“cause i don’t dance.”

“to wherever you want to go– i’ll follow.”

Taeyong:

“the whole city is falling apart.”

Yuta:

“we all got hurt when we started.”

Doyoung:

“hold it a little tighter…i’m here.”

“i’ve been holding that damn pillow tight for far too long.”

Jaehyun:

“…frozen in time forever.”

Sicheng (Winwin):

“my beautiful…messy baby.”

Jungwoo:

“don’t.”

“oh my god!” “i’m right here!”

Mark:

“…don’t get involved.”

“we would have been lost without you there.”

“be afraid of the rain.”

“pathetic.”

“hello gorgeous.”

Renjun:

“you’re too good to me.”

“I’ll force myself into being your bodyguard.” - bestfriend!au

Jeno:

“i know it hurts like hell.”

“all of them safe.”

“destroy him!” mafia!dad!jeno

Donghyuck (Haechan):

“i’m right here.”

“donghyuck’s whore…”

“give me a reason,”

Jaemin:

“hi princess.”

“hi princess.” (aftermath)

“people like us don’t do dates.”

“when the world was ending”

“sorry i didn’t kiss you.”

“she’s teething.” mafia!dad!jaemin

Yangyang:

“we can take the first bite together.”

Sungchan:

“baby, it’s me.”

Chenle:

“reality sucks…doesn’t it?”

Jisung:

“euphoria.”

“5 minutes. that’s all I want.”

“i don’t want you!”

Music Countdown

I. Romeo and Juliet - Zhong Chenle

II. I Don’t Fuck Wit’ You - Huang Renjun

III. Why - Mark Lee

IV. Sorry, My Dear - Jung Jaehyun

V. No Fun - Park Jisung

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HYUNJIN | easy ; mcountdown - fancam version ( 200709 )

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Imaginary friend AU Chan x reader

Trigger warning: Suicide

Flashing lights were the only thing in view as the stretcher wheeled you to an available room. You felt in Euphoria, the meds you took made your stomach feel in Hell, but your head was in the clouds.

You laughed, allowing your eyes to droop and your heart rate to slow. The nurses seemed to become in a scared frenzy at your vitals, you could feel their tension and panic even in your almost dead phase.

You took your last breath, and slowly your eyes rolled back, and your hand holding a nurses, slowly fell, not having the strength to reciprocate the hold.

Dead. Was at least what you thought you were, but as soon as your life ended, it seemed to start again.

It was like you teleported from death to life in an instant.

"Where the fuck am I?" You mumble to yourself.

"Ah, I've gotten so lonely I imagined a friend with me. Y/N I'm gonna call you."

A confused expression framed itself on your face. "Me?" The strange man nodded. "I'm no imaginary friend. I'm a real person, I just don't know how I ended up here."

"I imagined you, of course."

You felt in your pockets for your phone to call someone, anyone for a way out of here. But instead, in your back pocket, was a mini notebook.

"What's that?" The man asked.

"I, I'm not sure."

You flipped through it, skimming through the pages. It seemed to be a manual of some sort.

"It's where people are sorted into after they die." Quickly, you flip to the 'Suicide' Page.

"People who took their own life now has to save another. Resurrected as an imaginary friend, they must help who they're assigned to, to flourish until The System states you're done."

"I guess I am imaginary," you murmur to yourself, looking up at the man in front of you. "and you must be the person I'm assigned to."

You clear your throat and hold out your hand. "I'm Y/N, your new companion."

The man reached his hand out as well, but his hand went right through you. He chuckled to himself, still attempting to complete the handshake. "I'm Chan."

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094 — murder mention, mention of blowing shit up

“(name), hi, i’m seo changbin, i work with the MAH,” his breath get caught in his throat when you looked at him. you were so young, and yet you were here, in the jail for the worst criminals there was. it didn’t sit right with him, but he knew you deserved to be here. you had broken multiple laws and the government considered you to be a great threat.

he cleared his throat, “can i sit?” he pointed to the empty spot in front of you with the papers. your papers. the papers contained had every detail about you, from how much you weighed when you were born to how you were caught.

“can i refuse?” you asked jokingly.

changbin, though, he knew you were joking he still responded seriously, “yes. you have the right to refuse to talk to me even,”

“sure, make yourself comfortable,” you rolled your eyes, making a brief motion for him to sit before turning back to laying solitaire.

changbin sat down on the cold bench like chair, laying the papers on the desk. he let out a deep breath as he watched you casually watched you lay the cards. you had blown up 7 government buildings and messed up countless systems, before getting caught. changbin inhaled sharply, “(name), do you know why i’m here?”

moving a red queen onto a black king, you hummed, “maybe. but why don’t you tell me since you have to anyways,”

changbin nodded curtly, “i’m here to go over your case with you,” though, you weren’t looking at him, he could tell you were listening. he folded his hands, “(name), you caused serious damage and killed over a hundred government workers,”

“and?” you asked carelessly, smiling when the solitaire went up, “they have killed millions,” you looked up and stared him dead in the eyes, “they’re done more damage than i ever could,”

changbin sighed, “(name), i get that you’re unsatisfied with how things work, but-”

“unsatisfied?! i’m not unsatisfied! i’m disgusted. they brainwash us! “be like everybody else” “don’t question orders” “do as we say and nothing will harm you” it’s all bullshit! and you know it,”

“(name),” changbin gulped. you were right, “i’m just here to go over your ca-”

“read it again,” you spoke. your voice calm and collected now.

“what?”

“my case. read it again. my arrest,”

though he sighed deeply, he did as you said. his eyes wandering down the filled pages, only scanning briefly, until he got to the arrest.

the subject complied with everything, and the arrest was peaceful. “wait- that doesn't make sense,” changbin furrowed his eyebrows. someone like you would not go down peacefully

he continued reading, “you could’ve gotten away easily,” he muttered, “you would’ve never gotten caught. you weren’t even a suspect. you-” he paused when realization hit him, “you got caught on purpose,”

“yep,” you clicked your tongue, a small, subtle smile on your lips, “and everything is going according to the plan,”

“what do you mean?” changbin felt chills all over his body. you leaned closer to him, and for the first time he saw the hatred in your eyes. you would burn down every last government official if it meant freedom for all.

“you really think i would be in here if i didn’t want to?”

#damn im pretty badass #like im kinda cool in this ngl #anyways love ya author you did good babs !! youre very talented

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091 — @scriptura-delirus this is the one u were excited about ^_^

“what do you mean you’re dating (name) as a bet?” jisung walked out from behind the wall so the older could see him.

“jisung…..” chan swallowed hard, eyes shaking as he looked at his younger brother. he said a quick goodbye to woojin and hung up the phone.

“what do you mean you’re dating (name) as a bet?“ the younger repeated.

jisung’s voice was shaking, and it did not make chan feel any better, “jisung, i-“ he tried to explain himself but stopped when he saw the tears in jisungs eyes.

“how can you do that to them?” jisung sniffled.

chan fiddled with his fingers, a habit he picked up from you, “jisung, i’m sorry,”

jisung didn’t say anything, he just looked sadly at his brother, tears falling slowly down his round cheeks. in the 8 months you and chan had been together jisung had come to see you as an older sibling, a guardian even. he went to you with stuff he couldn’t tell chan.

chan walked over to jisung with a heavy sigh. he stopped in front of the younger boy, and wiped his tears away, “i-“

“how long?” jisung asked sharply, letting his brother wipe his tears, “how long did you have to date them?”

chan pressed his lips together, running a hand through his hair, “4 months,”

“that was 4 months ago. why-?” jisung cut himself off with a sniffle.

chan nodded ashamed, “jisung, i’m sorry,”

“i’m not the one you should apologize to,” jisung glared at his beloved older brother, tears still running down his face. he found it utterly hard to believe chan would play with someone’s feelings like that, but, unfortunately, he did. the younger turned around to leave the room when chan called out after him.

“jisung, are you gonna tell them?”

“of course i am, because, unlike you, i actually love and care for (name),”

#WKSKMWMSNS LITERALLY SO GOOD IM LOSING MY MIND #I LITERALLY CANT BREATHE THE T A L E N T

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WHY ARE THERE STICKERS BY THE BACK OF MY SHIRT?! k.sm

m: seungmin x youtuber!reader, w.c: 1.2k, not proofread

g: fluff, crack?

you press the record button while someone hides behind you, for a good entrance, they say. “hey what’s up everyone! it’s me y/n…” you say moving your office chair to the side to ‘reveal’ your guest. “and seungmin!” he says, throwing peace signs at the camera. “you guys decided that in the next video that i invite a guest to do a certain activity with me!” you say while you clasps your hands together.

“and because i’m such a great person, she invited her one and only bestest and most handsome friend, aka me!” he says pointing at himself, his head high in pride. “yeah yeah right. anyways do you know what we’re doing today?” he shakes his head. you stand up, grab the heavy container of stationary and place it on the table, though a little too hard, causing the camera to shake a little. “oops.” you say. as you take off the lid of the container, he watched, in fear he may have to do that request he saw from your instagram poll, ‘baddie makeup with a stray kids member!’

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#EEEEE SO FKN CUTE #I literally can't my heart melted #ive been blessed with good content #love ya babs!

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you, you, you. han jisung

note: she’s done,, she’s finally done when i tell you i’m crying but as always she’s not very good lol

is mc a stoner?? probably

description: as class president, jisung should probably care about the skateboard you have with you in class, but he doesn’t. why? because he’s very much in love with you

warnings: h jisung breaks an arm, hospital visits, skateboarding

wc: 6.5k new record omg

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as the class president, jisung should care about the skateboard you always had with you, and placed under your desk during class. but he didn’t. in fact, you could probably throw all the desks and chairs out of the windows, and he wouldn’t find any problem in it.

all his friends knew it, and boy, oh boy, did they make fun of him. out of everybody at the school, he had to be in love with you; a history and science genius, skater, who only hung out with your 5 friends.

he couldn’t help it, though. the combination of your charming personality, brain, and skateboarding skills — all of it made him weak in the knees. (not to mention he found you insanely attractive, especially when you rode your board.)

you were friends. kinda. not really. you knew him and he knew much about you. the two of you never talked outside of good morning’s and if you had a question about homework or an event, something jisung was relatively sad about.

jisung remembers the day he began crushing on you. he remembers it clearly. like it happened no longer than 10 minutes ago. he remembers seeing you skate slowly besides ryujin as she walked. one of your hands on her shoulder, letting her make you roll along, the other holding a cup from a local coffee shop. he remembers seeing you laugh as ryujin made big motions with her hands as she babbled on about something. seeing you in that moment made something inside him click and before he could register or stop it, he developed a crush. a crush that eventually turned into something deeper.

“god, you really just find the bare minimum attractive,” seungmin came up to the table his best friend was sat at, with a judging face.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” jisung moved his head from it’s resting spot on his hand and made eye contact with his friend.

“i’m talking about you being in love with a junkie,”

oh yeah, someone once started a rumor that you and your friends were junkies and did drugs behind the school. jisung never believed them and did his best to shot them down whenever he heard it, “(name) is not a junkie,” he huffed.

seungmin rolled his eyes, “if you say so,”

jisung shot his friend a look, but didn’t get to say anything before a certain cat like person eagerly sat down next to seungmin, “what are we talking about?” felix asked, beaming with his usual happiness.

“jisung being in love with a junkie,” seungmin answered, smiling at his friend.

“(name) is not a junkie,” jisung repeated, throwing his hands out to emphasize his words. his eyes drifted from his friends to you and your friends sitting in the back of the library, laughing. his eyes fell to under the table, where you usually kept your board when you had it with you. it wasn’t there, and it made him furrow his eyebrows.

“he’s doing it again. observing a junkie who’s in love with their skateboard,” seungmin spoke like he was a commentator on a nature documentary, making felix giggle and jisung roll his eyes with a smile.

“shut up, kim,”

“hmm,” seungmin pretended to think about jisung’s words, “you know, i don’t think i will,”

rolling his eyes, jisung couldn’t help but breath out a laugh, as felix giggled again, “you’re so stupid,”

“at least i’m not in love with someone i’ve never had a conversation with,”

“low blow,” felix gasped dramatically, whereas jisung rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his homework.

after finally getting felix to concentrate on his work, silence fell over the three. but jisung still couldn’t help himself; he kept stealing glances at you and your friends — though, mostly you. you just looked so beautiful with your head thrown back as you laughed at yuna and lia’s bickering. he let out a quiet sigh as he rested his head on his hand again, eyes directed to your figure.

seungmin noticed his friend’s staring, “the bare minimum,” he whispered, grinning when jisung reached over the table to hit him on the arm.

“shut up,”

“why don’t you just talk to them?” felix asked innocently, happy he could stop studying for the time being.

jisung leaned defeated back in the chair, his eyes drifting to you again, “they won’t like me,”

seungmin and felix shared a look. seungmin sighed deeply. he and jisung were close; they told each other most things — that included crushes, and to say jisung talked about you would be an understatement; he always found a way to bring you up in a conversation. it frustrated seungmin to no end, if he was being honest.

“jisung,” the youngest of the three began, only continuing when he knew jisung’s attention was on him, “you’re a great guy. you’re funny, smart, not ugly, passionate, and so much more, and if (name) doesn’t like you it’s their loss,” he spoke honestly.

jisung was at a loss for words and so was felix. seungmin. kim seungmin just said something sweet that wasn’t sarcastic.

seungmin’s face flushed red, looking down into his english textbook, “stop looking at me like that,”

jisung snapped out of his daze and reached over the table again, grabbing seungmin’s hand, “thank you, min, i needed that,” jisung mirrored the smile that broke out on seungmin’s face.

“why do you never say stuff like that to me?” felix suddenly whined, holding onto seungmin’s arm, pouting when the other two laughed.

two.

“hey class pres!”

jisung stopped dead in his tracks. he knew that voice. your voice. he turned around to see you half jogging to catch up to him, “hi, (name),” he smiled awkwardly. much like seungmin said, he had never had a conversation with you, so he had no idea how to carry or present himself to you.

you smiled to him, smoothing out your white uniform shirt, “class pres,”

praying you didn’t notice how he was following your movement, he gulped, “uh, so, what-what do you want?”

“uhm, well,” you scratched your arm, “i need your help with…something,”

“with what?” jisung was suspicious.

“uh, well, mr. choi took my skateboard and i need it back,”

“and you need me for that?”

“you have keys to the teachers offices?”

jisung squinted his eyes at you, “yes?” he said carefully, although it sounded more like a question. his eyes widened when it hit him what you alluded, “i can’t do that!”

“please, class pres, it’s only gonna take five minutes max,”

covered in disbelief, jisung looked at you gaping, “i could lose my status!” his eyes were wide, “i’ve worked hard to become class president and a member of the student council!”

there was a strict policy about how no students were allowed in the teacher’s lounge without a teacher, and jisung was not about to break it.

widening your eyes and clapping your hands together, you made eye contact with the boy in front of you, “please, i’ll pay you back, i promise,”

jisung gulped; your pleading made him feel a lot of things. he stared into your eyes, getting lost in them, “i’ll help,” he muttered before he could stop himself, “but if we get caught, you’re taking the blame,” his heart melted when you nodded enthusiastically — you were so cute.

motioning for you to follow him, jisung tried not to show his red cheeks. he probably shouldn’t have been so nervous about simply walking with you, but this was the closest he had ever been to you. he tried not to notice how your hands occasionally brushed against each other, to no avail; everytime it happened, everytime your fingers brushed against his, he felt like his hand was on fire. in a good way.

definitely in a good way.

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#OMG IM SO SOFT #this WAS SO CUTE.#IM DEAKAKSKEJENENDIDUFBDUF #Literally a work of art

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