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oh, so oblivious!

In which you and Yangyang are ever so oblivious about your feelings towards each other, but worry not, the Liu family comes to your rescue!

♦ Characters: best friend’s little brother!Yangyang x reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, uni au

♦ Words: 3.9k

♦ A/N: Dedicated to the loveliest best friend one could ask for, the one who’s in denial about the younger biases until she can’t take it aka @lily-blue​! Hope you have the best birthday ever! Stay healthy, happy and wishing you lots of joy, luck, happiness, many more biases and kdramas that we can watch together! Love you to the Moon and back! 💖

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SHE’S IN LOVE WITH ME AND THAT’S A DRUG IN DANGEROUS DOSES

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if we were a movie | j.jh

for @nctsworld’s first writing challenge

SYNOPSIS. For someone who was always the understudy and never the lead, scoring this role was huge for you. All you had to do was pretend to be in love with your best friend. No big deal, right? Wrong. It was the biggest deal because, for the past four years, you had been hiding your feelings for Jung Jaehyun.

If this were a movie, he would be your perfect match and the story would end happily with the credits rolling to a perfectly timed soundtrack. Too bad this wasn’t a movie— this was real life and life came with complications.

GENRE. childhood friends to lovers!au, college!au, drama school!au, slow burn, angst, humor, mutual pining, fluff (loosely based on the Filipino rom-com Must Be Love and If We Were a Movie by Hannah Montana) PAIRING. theatre major!Jaehyun x  theatre major!reader WORD COUNT. 14+ k

WARNINGS. point of view switches from first (”I”) to second (”you”); self-doubt, insecurities, mutual pining, cursing, lots of references and direct quotes from musicals such as Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, Disney’s Newsies, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, Shrek the Musical, and Wicked (edited but i might’ve missed some mistakes; bare with me!)

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EXCUSE ME WHATGDHEH 😳✋🏻

Nile Freeman + Stargazing

Aesthetic moodboard for @salzundhonig, who had asked for "Nile with sky/stars, I lowkey headcanon her as loving astronomy and learning about stars and constellation as a kid" on discord a while ago.

for @tokyosdawn

I don’t know if you’ll see this but if your still doing Drabble requests but if so can I request fluff for jisung where the reader and him have been crushing on each other for a long time but never said anything until their friends finally had enough. I hope this make sense

Close Friend!Jisung x Female Reader

Content: fluff

Disclaimer: None of this writing depicts real life/reality and is strictly a work of fiction.

[7:22 p.m.]

"So, uh—where's Chenle? Have you heard from"—Jisung coughs—"from him?"

Your feet shuffle, kicking against the gravel as you shiver in the cold atmosphere. You really should've known better than to trust what Renjun had to say about the weather; he rarely leaves the apartment. "It's not that cold," he said.

Well, when you see him, you're putting your most-likely-frostbitten-hands on his face.

You heave a shaky breath, observing how white clouds leave your lips. You eye Jisung from head to toe while his tall stature stands a good distance from you. His eyes are glassy from the dry air and his shoulders stick up frozen. You don't have the energy to respond, fishing your phone from your flimsy fall-appropriate jacket to call Renjun.

After a few rings, you hear shuffling before you speak. "Renjun, I swear—"

"Did you tell him, yet?"

"—I'm putting all of your whites with the colors next time I do laund—what?"

He scoffs. "Ignoring that. Anyways, tell him—that you like him?" He says as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

Your gaze flickers to Jisung, who hides half of his face beneath his collar, rocking back and forth on his feet. You turn your back to him while your brows furrow. "This is what it's about? Where the hell is he—Chenle? He was supposed to spend—"

"He's with me."

"What? You guys are grade-A assholes," you hiss. Jisung takes a few steps closer, looking at you with half-concern and half-curiosity. The boiling rage that bubbles inside is almost strong enough to melt the snow, but you contain yourself in front of Jisung.

Chenle promised you two that he'd treat you to dinner, telling you to not bother bringing your wallets. How foolish of you to believe his bluff. The restaurant doesn't allow people to wait inside, putting their greed over decency as the host and staff alike watch you from the warm indoors.

He ordered a ride for you guys and you initially thought: "wow, what a guy." But now, you just want to soak all of his cashmere sleeves in water.

"I swear to fucking God, get us a ride back home or it'll be even worse," you whisper-yell into the phone.

You hear more muffled sounds until a new voice speaks. "Willing to take the risk—you gotta stop with the crushing, it's getting annoying—"

"Chenle, I'll—"

"—call us back when you're done!"

The phone makes a beep, and you put it back into your pocket. Your nose drips and your body shakes like a leaf. Turning around, you find yourself inches away from Jisung, his body bent forward as his doe pupils stare into yours.

You gulp and he does the same. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stand so close," he murmurs under his collar.

What he says goes through one ear and out the other, you're freezing, you're tired; you're aggravated. Your pride is crumbling before you, and you're aching to find warmth anywhere. So you blurt it out; the damage has been done. "Jisung, I like"—a sudden wave of heat engulfs your body—"you?"

Your neck is snug into the crook of his neck, his long arms wrapped around your torso. And even through the layers and layers of clothing, you can sense the faint feeling of his heart pounding.

His body trembles and his ample breathing sits near your shoulder. "I'm just tr—trying to keep you warm. You looked cold..." he trails off.

Your arms wait—as if anticipating for something to interrupt—before wrapping around him, bringing your bodies flush together.

You can't tell, but Jisung squeezes his eyes shut and purses his lips.

"But, I like you... yeah, I like you, too."

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