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Bittersweet kisses

Word count: 447

Pairing: Jaehyun x female!reader

Warnings: Jealous reader

Song recommendation: Cigarettes after sex - Sweet

Scenario: Reader gets a bit jealous after seeing what Jaehyun had to do for work

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To say you were the jealous type of girlfriend/wife, would be an understatement. It’s not that you don’t trust him, it’s just with a face like his no one could really blame you for feeling jealous from time to time. It didn’t help that he was in a drama and had a kiss scene. You choose to not watch Jaehyun’s drama for a reason, you know how jealous you get so it was for the sake of your heart. It’s not that you didn’t support his acting career, no you supported him 100%. Just not the perfect match for your jealous self.

So when you were scrolling through social media and saw a post about Jaehyun’s kissing scene, you were so riled up. “Baby…” a familiar voice could be heard from behind you as you were sitting on the kitchen counter, and a pair of arms wrapped themself around your waist. “Hm, what?” you responded. Jaehyun was about to say something when he saw your phone screen. *Aiya this kid is gonna start acting up soon* Jaehyun thought in his head. “Nothing I just wanted to see what you were up to,” he said, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face and kissing your cheek gently. “Ah I was just scrolling on my phone” you answered his question, turning your head to the side so now you’re facing him, faces inches away from each other.

You kissed the tip of his nose, “what were you doing?” you asked him while putting your phone down on the counter and held his hands that were placed on your waist. “I just finished some work, and thought I would spend the rest of my day with you” he said, voice soft, almost a whisper in your ear. “Well why don’t we start with this” you cupped his face and connected your lips together. The kiss, it was bittersweet, and Jaehyun being married to you, definitely knew the difference between your bittersweet kisses and your sweet kisses. “So, very, bitter, sweet, darling” your husband said between kisses. “Is someone in a jealous mood?” his body was now no longer behind you, he moved beside you during the kiss to get a better angle (obviously). His forehead was touching yours, while his eyes were looking right into yours, your hands still cupping his face, and his hand still on your waist.

He had a teasing smile on, “well, you know what? She has one kiss scene with you. But I get to have your kisses for a lifetime so…” you trailed off. “So?” he questioned you. “So let me make those kisses sweet” you connected your lips again.

Rainy night cuddles

Word count: 611

Pairing: Lee know x gn!reader

Warnings: talk about concert incident (idk if this should be put as a warning or nah but imma put it lol)

Scenario: Your boyfriend Lee know comes home from skz concert and something happened at the concert earlier

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In your dimly lit shared apartment with Minho, you go to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. You heard the door opening and the sound of his voice calling out to you. “Darling, i’m home” you turned around to see your boyfriend Minho walk closer towards you. “How was today’s concert?” you asked since today was their first concert for stray kids’s new tour. “Not the best” you could see his lips forming into a pout while he said that. “Aw, why so baby?” you asked your sulking boyfriend while cupping his face. “Can I talk about it later?” his hands find their way onto your waist, “I want to shower first” he continued. You let him freshen up a little, sensing him still a bit tense from whatever happened today.

Minho went to your shared bedroom and got ready to take a shower. While you continued to drink the rest of your water, and you tried to find out what happened at today’s concert. That’s when you found a fancam of Minho from today’s concert. His earpiece wasn’t working properly and so when he sang his part the timing was off. You could tell that the other members were trying to comfort him since he clearly was beating himself up mentally because of this incident. You put your glass in the sink and went to your bedroom. Minho was still in the shower, so you decided to light his favourite candle, and closed the curtains. Since it was raining outside the room had the perfect feel to it plus you played slow songs in the background too.

You sat on your bed, and not long after Minho came out of the bathroom wearing sweats and a black t. He went and immediately sat down next to you, getting in a comfortable position so you can lean/lay on top of him. He leaned against the headboard of the bed while your head was on his shoulder, legs tangled with his, his hand playing with your hair, and the other was on your waist. “So about what happened today…” Minho started to tell you everything even though you already saw what happened. After he finished telling you everything that happened, you felt 10x more guilty that you couldn’t be there for him because of work. “Baby i’m so sorry I couldn’t be there, if it wasn’t for work I would’ve come” you said lifting your head to look at him. Minho sensed the guilt in your voice, “baby it’s ok, I know there was nothing you could do about it. You don’t have to feel guilty” he said while moving strands of hair that were covering your face. Even though you still felt a bit guilty, Minho reassured you that it was all ok and you had nothing to feel sorry about. You told Minho that you saw some of the performances from today, and you told him how much of a good job he did despite the incident.

After a while you both just laid there in comfortable silence, Minho was enjoying the feeling of your warm body against his. Your fingers were drawing random patterns on his chest while the music in the background just filled the empty sound. Your head being rested on his shoulder/chest, you can smell the scent of his honey and milk soap. Minho, even though he was still a bit pissed off about what happened today, he is way more calm now that he’s here with you right now. And he knows that you’ll be by his side again tomorrow. You both drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

happy valentine’s day. 🤍

Concept: NCT Dream and the Dinosaur ABCs becoming the ncity version of the Duolingo owl like “have you remembered the dinosaur’s names?? 🔫🤠” “no?? say goodbye to your family, bitch” and then the last thing you see is Renjun the Brachiosaurus at your front door with a knife and th

CONSIDER

(I’m assuming this was made before Shotaro and Sungchan joined, so I’ll add them to houses 5 and 3 respectively)

House 1: Taeyong, Ten, Jungwoo, and they’re all giving the silent treatment

Pros:

- you can basically do whatever you want if they aren’t talking to you

- you’ve got Taeyong so the house will be nice and clean, and you can experience his holy cooking

- Taeyong and Ten mean you’ll have fish and cats to hang out with

- it’s never a boring day when Ten and Jungwoo, NCT’s confident gays, are in the same room

- imagine the gossip between these three that you can just listen in on

Cons:

- not bad for you, per se, but Louis and Leon mean those fish might not last too long

- Jungwoo’s probably gonna have a weird ass sleeping setup with the members like his current room with Jaehyun. Again not really bad, just weird.

- you can’t talk to them because they’re giving you the silent treatment

- no fruit if Ten’s there

Loophole: it wasn’t specified how long they’d be giving you the silent treatment for

House 2: Kun, Hendery, Jaemin, but you can only communicate by shouting as loud as you can

Pros:

- pure chaos

- Kun can cook and keep people alive; Hendery and Jaemin cannot

- waking up early won’t be a problem because you won’t be sleeping in the first place

- you finally have a good reason to buy those nice sound cancelling headphones you wanted

Cons:

- pure chaos

- I’ll give it three days for Kun to completely go insane

- between Hendery’s chaotic self and Jaemin’s espresso shots nobody’s getting any sleep ever

- those sound cancelling headphones won’t even work though because MinDery are too loud

Loophole: ha good luck there isn’t one

House 3: Doyoung, WinWin, Jeno, Sungchan, but the smoke alarm is on low battery and is beeping the whole time

Pros:

- seukka seukka

- Doyoung can keep the house clean

- WinWin would probably do chores out of boredom too

- Jeno will probably make beeping noises right with the smoke alarm, so at least it’ll be funny

- Sungchan can experience firsthand Doyoung’s wrath. Wait... is this a pro or a con??

Cons:

- until you’ve been kept up at night by a chirping smoke alarm, you have not felt true pain and suffering

- WinWin will probably cut all his hair off by the time quarantine is over. He’s barely got any sanity left please let him keep the crumbs he still has

- Doyoung may keep the house clean but he gets angry

- Sungchan’s tall enough to fix the alarm but bold of you to assume he knows how

Loophole: gl

House 4: Taeil, Lucas, Xiaojun, Chenle, but the only food is plain toast

Pros:

- Lucas came up with the idea of having different varieties of drinks to replace to blandness of having plain toast everyday

- Taeil, Chenle and Lucas are total party animals so no day would be boring

- Xiaojun and Chenle means you get Bella and Daegal too

- since you can only eat toast, Xiaojun can’t make his questionable oreo microwave cake

Cons:

- Chenle’s gonna lose it and cut Daegal’s hair again, save her

- Bella better watch out in case Chenle comes for her next

- Chef Moon Taeil is quaking because all they can eat is toast

- You just can’t let Haechan know you were spending time with Daegal because he will end you

- the house will probably be a mess since Taeil is part of the 10th floor and Xiaojun and Lucas are part of the WayV dorms. And Chenle

- Bella’s gonna pee on the floor again and Xiaojun will have had enough at that point and leave the house to go join the goose mafia

Loophole: the toast has to be plain, which I’d assume means you can’t have anything on it. Nothing mentions the kind of toast. You got wheat toast, white toast, rye toast, etc.

House 5: Yuta, Mark, Renjun, Jisung, Shotaro, but the house is super haunted

Pros:

- Mark freestyle rapping while everyone else is screaming and getting chased around by evil spirits

- Yuta would tell scary ghost stories to freak everyone out but you’d probably cackle at Mark’s scared face. “I- I’m not scared, dude. Nah, yo”

- Taro’s safe because nobody can get angry at his cuteness and he’s too pure to be haunted by anything. The spirits love him

- Mark and Jisung are banned from the kitchen, so no house fires unless Renjun snaps

- Yuta’s just vibing and here for the ride honestly

Cons:

- Who tf was cruel enough to put Jisung in the haunted house group?? Boy gets scared so easily

- Renjun would realize the house is haunted and be like “please take them”

- if he doesn’t kill the other members himself out of rage

- honestly you’ll walk into the living room to catch him sitting by a pentagram and candles with Jisung as a sacrifice

Loophole: hehe good luck :)

House 6: Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan, YangYang, but there’s no internet/tv/video games

Pros:

- Johnny’s jokes

- experience Jaehyun’s unbothered (• ◡ •) ?? look in all its glory

- Johnny, YangYang and Haechan could be screaming at the top of their lungs meanwhile Jaehyun’s just looking into some imaginary camera like he’s on the office, mentally sipping a margarita thousands of miles away on some tropical beach and you will laugh your ass off

- just lots of laughs and probably pranks

Cons:

- could Haechan and YangYang actually survive that long without internet?? Nah

- I mean they could but it would be at the expense of everyone else’s safety and sanity

- pretty sure these four could be considered a frat

- have fun being trapped in a house with four bored extroverts for who knows how long

- you’ll slowly go insane

Loophole: no video games? Play monopoly and watch Jaehyun’s competitive ego crumble as Haechan takes control of half the board

I’d probably choose house 1, 2, or 6. 1 because my ult bias is there, and so are his cats, and cats bring serotonin. 2 because who needs sleep when you have fun, screaming and coffee?? 6 because come on. Those four members stuck in a house with no internet has some comedic possibilities.

hello! may i get a friends to lovers! Imagine with jay please and thank you 🥺💗

Songwriting & Ice Cream

pairing ; friends to lovers! band member!jay x reader

genre ; fluff

warnings ; food

summary ; your best friend is in a band and always calls you when he's stuck on writing songs

a/n : hi I'm rlly excited about this as it's my first request and I'm sorry it took so long, also sorry the pics don't rlly match!!

It was 3 am. Fricking 3 AM. And your phone was obnoxiously ringing as there was an incoming call. You checked the time and immediately realized who was calling at this ungodly hour.

"Are you stuck again?" you inquired, with a husky voice from waking up.

"WHERE YOU ASLEEP?" jay literally scrEAMED at your ear

"Why did you scream though? Is being peaceful that difficult for you?" you heard him chuckle through the phone.

"Bro, homie, dude, I'm in a band, of course it's hard for me to be peaceful" he said with a sassy voice, trying to imitate yours. " But um yeah, I'm stuck again and we have a show this Friday night"

"JAY FRIDAY IS TOMORROW" you were shocked to say the least, jay was usually the person that was very organized and always had back up lyrics for new songs.

You see, you knew jay like the back of your hand and you're pretty sure he knows the same about you too. However it was 10 months ago that you realized you liked jay as something more than friends. You thought that everyone new since his bandmates have seen the way you looked at him on stage. The stage, his almost natural habitat. The place where he shined and was having a genuinely great time. It wasn't only love you felt for him, it was admiration too. You knew you liked him and thought you showed it through your actions, getting him gifts and praising him after performances, picking up the phone at 3AM. Maybe he was super oblivious or incredibly dumb.

"Y/N ARE YOU THERE?!" you heard him scream through the device and you woke from your trance and put phone away from your ear.

"Yeah luv, I'm here" you said while you put your phone closer to your face.

"Thank God, I thought I lost you there hun but can you, like, come over?"

"Jay I'd love to but it's 3AM and if I sneak out I'll get myself in trouble"

"Oh well, will you come to my practice tomorrow evening?"

"Sure, just send me exact time and place and I'll be there"

And after that, you exchanged good nights' and you went to sleep thinking of jay and his band's practice.

The next morning you woke up late. You suddenly remembered that it was Friday and jay's festival was tonight. You thought of his practice before the show and smiled to yourself. There was no point in eating breakfast so you just went ahead and made yourself a tasty cup of instant ramen. A famous person once said, Ramen Never Disappoints. While scrolling through social media you came across an ad about the festival and your eyes fell on jay's band name.

You decided you'd watch two episodes of your favorite tv show and then go get ready for jay's practice and the festival.

Time went by quickly and you realized it was about time you started getting ready. You picked out what you'd wear and opted to go with a simple makeup look. You had just put your right shoe on when you heard a car honk from your window.

Opening your window and looking down you saw a black jeep and hay standing beside it.

"Weren't you supposed to be practicing with the band?" you asked, surprised.

He looked up at you like he had just noticed you were there and instantly smiled. His smile made his face glow and then you took notice of his outfit, it didn't seem like an outfit for practicing but he answered your question.

"Heesung canceled it, said we are perfect so don't need to practice and be anxious" he simply said.

The look he had on was different from other days. His eyes were glowing and he looked happier that usual but also a bit?? nervous??

"Wait I'm coming!!" and with that you closed the window, put on your left shoe and headed to the door to leave. As soon as you looked the door you went to jay and he extended his arms out to go for a hug which you accepted and then returned.

You opened the car's door and sat at the passenger's seat while jay did the same but on the driver's seat. You turned your head to the side and caught jay smiling while looking at you and there it was again, that look from before. You stared for a good minute and then jay started the car.

"Should we go to the festival now or a bit later?" you asked, actually confused with the fest's program.

"Would you allow me to take you out for ice cream first?"

YOU FROZE like literally, you thought that wOW the balls this man has.

"Is thE park jongseong asking me on a date?"

"Yes actually", he started while driving to your favorite ice cream shop, "I've liked you for the last 10 months, didn't say it for the 'famous reason' , I thought you'd reject me and I would ruin our friendship."

"Why would you think I'd reject you though? Are you that oblivious?" you sighed playfully and continued, "I've liked you for the past 10 months too and honestly I thought you knew since I made it kinda obvious?" you finished

"I mean, you were the only one to praise me after every performance and honestly, you were there every night to help me with my lyrics even if sometimes, I had finished writing" he admitted

"So is that a 'yes y/n, I'll be your boyfriend and take you to an ice cream date'?" tou asked while laughing softly, honestly loving the atmosphere that had been created in that very car.

"Well, yes y/n I'm officially asking you to become my girlfriend and let me take you on an ice cream date" he said while laughing and trying to look at you from the side of his eye.

"Well, jay, I officially accept you as my boyfriend and I'll let you take me on a date" you said trying not to laugh.

"You literally have no idea how happy I am right now, LIKE LITERALLY, I could fly if you asked me to" he said while he put a big smile on his face. It was a smile of pure happiness, he looked genuinely happy and enthusiastic, excited even. You were honestly fascinated by the look on his face right now so you opened your phone's camera and quickly took a photo of him.

"Oh believe me, I can imagine how happy you are" you were feeling ecstatic like you could snap your fingers and make a rainbow

"Tell me you didn't just take a photo of me" he said sarcastically and you responded, "This is our first memory as a couple jay!!"

After that, a thought popped in your brain.

"Did heesung really cancel practice or did you make him cancel to ask me out?" you asked but he didn't answer, instead he muttered a

"You're too cute for this world, oh god" and pulled over next to the ice cream shop, ready to share some pistachio flavored ice cream with one of his favorite people on this world, you.

City Girls

POV: Third Person

summary: basically you're seeing taeny and they don't know about each other. (how dare you?)

pairing: kim taeyeon x reader x tiffany hwang

warnings: well, it's kinda angst aha ha. alcohol consumption is in here too I guess.

A/N: I’m currently reworking this so yeah

“I’m surprised you’re not dating anyone, Y/N. You’re 24.. your days are numbered y’know?” Yunho said with a slight chuckle, making the girl shake her head. “What if I like being single?” Y/N asked, playing with her friend’s empty cigarette box. “Then you’re gonna like dying alone.. look, you don’t have to make anything official.. you can see multiple people.” Yunho said with a slight shrug.

“Shit.. I’ve been seeing Seohyun and Sunkyu for months now. And the best part is that they don’t even know about each other..” Wooyoung, another friend, said before turning to the girl. “You can have your cake and eat it too.. only if you don’t get caught.”

Y/N thought they were crazy. Two timing? She couldn’t see herself hurting to women by being so inconsiderate and selfish. But it dawned on her, life is short and she should have some fun while she’s young.

She met Taeyeon at a library. She was struggling to reach her favorite book that was ironically played on the top shelf. Y/N couldn't help but to chuckle to herself. Seeing the smaller girl on her tippy toes boosted her serotonin to a thousand. And Y/N, being the player that she is, crept up behind her and grabbed the book for her. It made her jump but she thanked the taller girl regardless.

Y/N could still see her flustered face to this day. Her smile made the girl’s day so she had to get her number. "Just in case she needed any help reaching books in the future."... Yeah that was stupid but it still worked. She loved Y/N’s wit and her charm, she couldn't say no.

After a few meetups, Y/N and Taeyeon started to grow even closer than before. They would spend weeks at each other’s houses, cooking for each other and all that stuff. Taeyeon was ready to make it official but Y/N wasn’t. And she respected that.

Then Y/N met Tiffany. She was buying Taeyeon a Louis Vuitton handbag for their third anniversary. She needed help with choosing the right purse and she was the closest person there. Y/N was too engrossed in her beauty that she forgot what she was gonna say. She looked at Y/N before looking down at the two purses. She can still hear her sweet voice to this day.

“I guess you need some help with those handbags, huh?” The girl said with a smile. Y/N chuckles before nodding her head. “Yeah.. I’m looking for the right person for my uh.. my sister.” She said, lying about the sister part. For what?

The girl nods before looking at the handbags again. “Hm.. it depends.. but personally I would give her this one..” She said before pointing at the pink one. “Okay. Thanks…” Y/N started to say, waiting on a name. “Tiffany.. the name’s Tiffany..”

And with Y/N being Y/N, she made a few jokes. "Maybe I'll have to get your number. So I won't go through this shit again."... Y/N could've sworn she saw the light when she smiled. She was pretty sure an angel gained their wings. Tiffany was in love with the way Y/N joked around with her. But little did she know, Y/N had a girlfriend waiting at home.

Now Y/N’s here, sitting on the couch in Tiffany's flat with a bottle of hennessy in her hand. The shorter was seated on her lap, kissing down her neck, her red lipstick staining it. Y/N stared at the black TV screen, seeing her and Tiffany's reflection. How long can she keep this up? She’s been with Taeyeon for seven years and she’s been messing around with Tiffany for four. When will they find out about her infidelities?

"Babe.. Babe.." Tiffany called out, tapping the taller girl's cheek, waking them up from their trance. "Hm?" Y/N hummed, looking over at the girl. "You've been zoning out for a while now... Are you alright?" She asked making them nod slightly. "Uh.. Yeah I'm fine. What time is it?.." Y/N asked before rubbing her eyes. Tiffany picked up her phone to check the time. "It's three in the morning..." She mumbled, yawning quietly.

Oh shit. Y/N was supposed to spend the day with Taeyeon. She promised the girl that she'd bake brownies and sing karaoke with her. Poor girl, she's probably still up waiting for you. "Oh shit.." Y/N mumbled before softly pushing Tiffany off of her. "What? What's wrong?" Tiffany asked before standing up.

Y/N sets the hennessy bottle down on the girl's coffee table. "My sister's supposed to be at mines in a few minutes." Y/N lied. It seemed like it worked cause Tiffany stopped asking questions. She nods slowly before handing the taller girl her jacket.

"Okay.. stay safe Y/N.." Tiffany said before kissing the girl's cheek. "I love you.." She added, watching the girl put on her jacket. "Love you too..." Y/N mumbled before rushing out of Tiffany's flat. She race walked to her car, hopping in and starting it.

She looks down at her phone and sees over a hundred calls and texts from Taeyeon and her friends, Sooyoung and Hyoyeon to be exact. She sighs before driving out of the flat's parking lot, setting her phone down on the passengers seat.

Y/N finally reached home, well Taeyeon's home. She looks at her phone at sees that it was almost four in the morning. She mumbled a quick prayer to herself, hoping that Taeyeon would be asleep. She looks in the rear view mirror, seeing the red lipstick marks Tiffany left on her. She cursed to herself before grabbing a wipe, quickly scrubbing the marks off.

Y/N slowly unlocks the door, opening it at the same pace. "Honey?.." She called out before walking in, closing and locking the front door in the process. She sees Taeyeon, sitting in front of their living room TV, watching the news channel. She blinks slowly, keeping a neutral expression on her face. Maybe she's just tired. She must've been sitting there since you were off work. She looks at you and smiles a tired smile.

"You're back... Finally.." Taeyeon mumbled before rubbing her eyes. "I'm sorry, I had to do some overtime... I should've told you.." The taller girl said, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's fine, Y/N. It's always a next time, right?" She said, her smile seeming a little bit sad. She hated the fact that Y/N couldn't spend time with her like she used to. It's like she forgot that they were in a relationship.

"How about this, we can make brownies and do karaoke later today?" Y/N suggested. Taeyeon stands up. "Really?" She asked, her tired eyes lightening up. Y/N nods with a small smile. Taeyeon giggles softly before clapping slightly. "Okay okay.. I'll head to bed now.." She said before skipping up the stairs. "There's some food in the fridge. Help yourself!" She called out before yawning loudly, making Y/N chuckle.

Y/N heads to the kitchen, her phone buzzing. It must be a new text message. She pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket, it was Tiffany. She opened the notification, seeing the text: "So... Are we still up for later?.."

RULES OR WHATEVER

okay so I thought I should just let y'all in on some rules or whateva. but I'll introduce myself to y'all real quick.

okay so hi, I'm L. I go by any pronouns 🥰. I'm down to talk to y'all cause like I'm bored everyday y'know.

OKAY LET'S GET INTO THE RULES:

cis-het men do NOT interact with this page. this is a page for wlw content only. if you're a trans man, that's a different story. I'll try my best to make you feel included.

this page is strictly for snsd content. if you want reaction or a scenario with any other girl group, I'll be more than happy to make an account for them.

this is page has 18+ content so minors pls dni.

racists, ableists, sexists, any ists aren't allowed here. gtfo mwah.

okay we got that out of the way. now, let's get into some things I'll write, I'm unfamiliar with, and what I will not write.

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

Fluff

Angst

Smut (to an extent)

AUs

Member x Member

Member x Reader

WHAT I'M UNFAMILIAR WITH:

A/B/O

Hybrid AU (is that the same thing as a/b/o?)

Poly Relationships

sfw! age-regression

WHAT I WIL NOT WRITE:

Watersports

Scat

Cnc

Incest

Any weird shit tbh

OKAY so we got that out of the way, I'll be figuring out my masterlist and all that stuff. if you got any questions just talk to me ‼️

it’s what keeps the world spinning, sun rising, water flowing and flowers blooming. possibly the best thing you’ve ever seen, promise.

me @ jimins smile.

happy birthday to the loveliest man with the prettiest smile, we love you park jimin 💘

to the amazing soul who created this gif, you deserve happiness :)

ice cream—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing

summary: maybe being helpful does have it's benefits.

thank you again to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this, you always come up with the best prompts!!

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you would regard yourself as the helpful type, always willing to aid others who are in need. even if that means leaving the comfort of your bed late at night to buy ice cream for your sister.

what your helpfulness does not extend to, however, is willingly giving said ice cream (the last one in the store) to a stranger.

a handsome stranger, perhaps, but thats besides the point.

he smiles sheepishly. "uh, hi."

"hi," you deadpan, refusing to pull your hand away from the tub, despite how cold your fingers feel. already.

"nice pajamas."

you glance down at the clothes you picked out at random - cookie monster pajama pants and a bright orange hoodie. admittedly not the best combination but, hey, you're at the store, not a fashion show.

"thanks. give me the ice cream."

"sorry, but i have 7 hungry men at home and i lost a bet."

"i have a sick sister at home. she's... going to die."

he raises an eyebrow. "if you don't get her this ice cream?"

"yes." the word slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. the lie is incredibly obvious, but you still hope that he either falls for it or gives up. "it's her dying wish."

unfortunately, he is neither stupid nor cooperative. "strawberry ice cream. her dying wish... sure." his grip on the tub tightens, biceps flexing just slightly. you try not to focus on that detail. "look, i'm sorry about your sister, but there's another store, like, 10 minutes away."

you gesture to your body. "and you expect me to go out in the cold like this?"

"your fashion choice, dude, not mine."

groaning, you reluctantly pull your hand away. absolutely not because you're giving in, but because in such thin clothes, the cold of the freezer is harder to withstand.

"look, dude," you say mockingly, "can you just go to the other store instead? please just give me the ice cream, i'm sick of this."

seemingly considering your offer, he licks his lips and allows his hand to fall to his side. just as you think you've won, the corners of his lips lift into a smirk. "fine, i'll give you the icecream."

"oh, thank fu-"

he grabs your wrist as you reach back into the freezer, and you cut yourself off in shock. "on one condition."

"and that is...?"

the smirk remains, but his eyes fall to his feet. "if i give you this, will you let me buy you ice cream another day?"

your eyes widen. did he just... no. what the fuck?

cheeks burning, and the room feeling hotter than ever, you clear your throat. "are you... are you blackmailing me?"

"no!" he exclaims, releasing his grip on your wrist, which you had previously forgotten about. "i'm trying to hit on you."

"right now? like, when i'm standing in my pajamas and being stubborn about ice cream?"

he nods.

"that is an awful deal. for you."

he shrugs. "not if i get to take a cute stranger on a date."

"oh..." you consider your options. he may have been an inconvenience at first, but he is attractive, and it means double ice-cream for the price of one, so— "sure, i'll do it."

a blinding smile takes over his features. "i'm changbin."

"y/n."

"can i... can i have your number? you know, to contact you," changbin says.

"i thought you'd never ask."

you arrive home roughly 15 minutes later. when you hand your sister the ice cream and she doesn't even bother to thank you, you can't find it in yourself to care.

maybe being helpful does have its benefits. the benefits, in question, being ice cream. definitely not going on a date with a pretty boy, right?

appreciate—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: on some occasions, love isn't a strong enough word

thank you to @ofrosesandteacups for requesting this!! (not this kinda becoming a metaphor for army and the energy we put into loving them?? idk i see it but tell me what you think)

it feels as though you've been here before, although you are entirely certain you haven't. miles away from home in a foreign country, surrounded by speakers of a language you have yet to master - and yet it feels more like home than america ever could.

"do you miss your family?"

you do. not seeing them for five years is bound to create that feeling, equal parts longing and forgetting. but that same longing compelled you to seek out a new family, one that seems more like your flesh and blood than those who actually are.

"sometimes," you settle on. "i see them most days."

"just through a screen, though."

"are you trying to make me cry or something?"

namjoon laughs; lower and more hushed than usual. there's no reason for it, and yet you can understand why - it just fits the atmosphere.

laying between the ground and the sky, - somewhere that is also nowhere - it isn't like anyone could hear you besides the stars and the trees, and they are loyal; nature never spills the secrets that are whispered between humans when they think they are alone. secrets are too precious like that, too easily shattered. nature knows better.

but he whispers anyway, "of course not. just asking."

you turn your head to study him. his skin glows in the moonlight, eyes shining like stars reflected in a dark pond. a rush of warmth floods over you and stirs a thought that enters your head frequently: this is where i'm meant to be.

"you're my family."

a smile stretches over namjoon's lips. it's quiet, soft, and you start to wonder if that's just him, rather than an unspoken rule formulated by the setting.

"i know."

he's used to this. you tell him it frequently, tell every one of the boys that you love them as much as you possibly can, because with their busy schedules and the pressure that comes with fame, it's easy to forget that you're loved - truly, unconditionally loved - sometimes, and you want to remind them of that.

maybe that's why he doesn't act surprised when an 'i love you' slips through your lips next. that's okay, you don't need him to react, just feel the weight of your words, how much you really mean it.

"i appreciate you," he says.

you're used to this. the other boys have no qualms about returning your love, some less than others, but again, that's okay. but with namjoon, he hasn't said it once. he shows it in other ways, sure, this particular phrase being one of his favourite methods.

it was okay at first. up until the point you realised your feelings for him extended past friendship, and at the same time realised that it would, inevitably, end in a broken heart on your part.

he must sense this, as he quickly follows it up with, "and i don't say that to put you down, by the way. i just think that appreciation can be a lot stronger than love, you know?"

"no, uh, i understand that."

he doesn't stop there. "no, really. i could tell you i love you, because i do, but it wouldn't be able to express what i really feel."

he turns and locks eyes with you. his gaze is soft, soft, soft, but at the same time it burns, like gentle, slow heat on a summers day. you can't help but look away, instead focusing on the space between you two, where your fingers idly pick at individual blades of grass.

"y/n?"

you hum in response.

"i mean it," he states, now switching to english. maybe that's why you feel the most comfortable with him - you can relax in his presence, not having to worry about honorifics and conjugating verbs. "i appreciate the way you never hesitate to speak your mind; the way you treat us like you treat everyone else; the way you're always there when we need you."

you bite your lip, the confidence you usually hold dissipating into the atmosphere to join the clouds that roll overhead. "thank you," is all you can think to say. it's true, though. he's never usually like this, and you're grateful that he's finally confirmed it, even if its only in part.

a gentle hand touches your chin, prompting you to look upwards. you can't escape the warmth of his eyes now, and it's almost suffocating.

"you put your all into us. we appreciate it, we really do. but please remember to look after yourself once in a while. please?"

you nod. apparently, it isn't enough. "promise me. promise me you'll appreciate yourself as much as you appreciate us, and as much as we appreciate you."

a sigh escapes your lips. the light breeze caresses your skin, but namjoon's blanketing warmth is enough to keep the cold from settling into your bones.

"i promise."

written by: 🥺

[12:08] being prince!hyunjin's tutor wasn't the easiest job in the world, unlike you had expected it to be. after all, he was part of the royal family, raised to be polite, well-rounded and a suitable heir—and that's exactly how you assumed the young prince would act.

but that definitely wasn't the case. hyunjin was just so annoying. sweet and kind, no doubt, but annoying. he had no desire to learn, instead preferring to spend his days frolocking outside in the castle gardens or, if allowed, taking a carriage through the village just to "see how his people were doing", as he had commented once. whilst you could understand that being cooped up in a castle with the weight of a future kingdom on his shoulders was bound to ebb away at his motivation, it definitely didn't make your job any easier.

you leaned against the pillows of his bed whilst you waited for him, reading a book you had read a thousand times before. it was one that hyunjin was supposed to read too, but he'd barely registered five words before he started whining that he wanted you to do it instead. granted, it was very interesting, and in the time it had taken you to get through half the book with hyunjin (he kept losing interest at random points and requesting that you restart the chapter) you had already memorised every line of dialogue, every twist and turn—so much so that you could probably perform it to hyunjin but, of course, you would never dare embarrass yourself like that.

it wasn't until the bed sunk beneath you suddenly that you realised that hyunjin had entered the room. you'd been so swept up in the main character's inner conflict that you'd barely noticed. he groaned, "jousting is the worst."

"why is that?" you asked, not bothering to look up from the book, but still unable to concentrate on whatever the main character was now thinking. something about her conflicting adoration and hatred for the love interest, you guessed.

"because the horse doesn't listen to me, and when you fall off you fall straight into mud. not to mention i keep dropping the-"

the horse doesn't listen to me. his words echoed in your brain for a few seconds as you tried to distinguish between what he had said and what you were reading. straight into the mud—

"hyunjin!" you interrupted his tale, throwing your book to the side and ushering him off the bed.

your sudden realisation was correct; the dirty armour he was wearing - which went unnoticed by you before - had stained massive patches of mud on his white sheets. you turned back to him. "the maids are going to kill me for letting you do this." you pointed a finger at his armoured chest. "then they're going to come for you."

hyunjin laughed and folded his arms across his chest. "why do you always treat me as though i am a child?"

you rolled your eyes and moved over to the bed, beginning to strip the sheets and get them washed before the stains were irreversible. "because you are a child."

"yes, but so are you. you are only a year older than me, may i remind you."

"a year older and your tutor," you replied. "i have the responsibility of looking after you and teaching you, therefore i have authority and you must respect me."

you heard a clatter as he dropped something to the floor, followed by a clash of metal. "and i will be your king in little time."

"yes, well, you're not just yet."

the dirty sheets were now a bundle which you scooped up into your arms. just as you turned to make your way over to the laundry basket, hyunjin stepped in your way. he'd shed himself of his armour and now wore a loose white shirt and black trousers.

"you're my tutor, and thus you serve me."

you tried to ignore how close the two of you stood, but it was difficult when you now could see the tiny specks of dirt on his skin and the mole beneath his eye that you'd never noticed before. he seemed like the only person who could be caked in multiple layers of dirt and grime and somehow pull it off.

"and you're insufferable."

"that's no way to speak to the person you serve."

"i'm not serving you right now," you said and thrust the pile of sheets into his arms. "do your laundry yourself. i think it's a skill that the future king should have," you added.

there was a quirk in his lips. for a second, you thought he was going to argue back. your prediction was immediately disproved when he pivoted, crossed the room and dropped the sheets into the laundry basket.

he faced you, smiling this time. "good enough for a future king?"

"good enough for a peasant boy," you said, half words and half scoff. "now you have to actually wash your laundry, not just get other people to do it for you."

he wrinkled his nose disapprovingly. "i'd rather learn to cook."

"that can be arranged. i'll take you down to the kitchen and ask the chef to teach you how to make a soufflé."

"a what?"

"dear god."

you nudged his shoulder with yours as you passed him and lead him in the direction of the kitchen. his reading would have to be discarded, but you supposed that was okay if it was in favour of teaching him life skills.

being hyunjin's tutor would never be easy but, luckily for you, you liked a challenge.

bad idea—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

pairings: yoo jeongyeon x reader

warnings: mild swearing

summary: admittedly, it wasn't the best idea to go camping during one of the coldest months of the year, but with the warmth of your girlfriend jeongyeon, a mistake can be easily corrected.

thanks to @peachyeva​ for requesting this!!

“this was such a bad idea,” you whisper to yourself, except the words barely leave your numb lips, so it sounds more like a set of incomprehensible syllables. 

you’re too cold to care anyway. despite the plethora of blankets wrapped around you and multiple layers of clothing - including jeongyeon’s thick purple hoodie which she so kindly gave up to you - your teeth still chatter uncontrollably. goosebumps rise on your frigid skin, and you can barely feel your fingers as you clutch a steaming mug of tea to your chest.

the tent zips open and jeongyeon’s face pokes in, cheeks and nose flushed red. she shuts the tent behind you as a final line of defence against the unrelenting autumn wind then plops down on the end of the blow-up mattress.

you spot the bowl of marshmallows in her hand and open your mouth to speak, but she holds her hand up in dismissal before any more muffled syllables can escape your lips.

“i know what you’re going to say. don’t even bother.”

“how did you know what i was going to say?” you question whilst she shuffles across the mattress until she’s laying next to you.

she smirks. “i’m telepathic. now open up.”

you grimace, but jeongyeon picks a pink marshmallow out of the bowl and waves it in front of your lips. with a roll of your eyes, you reluctantly open your mouth and allow her to slip the treat in.

“you didn’t have to, jeongyeon,” you say, words now softened by the food rather than the lack of feeling in your lips. the marshmallow is warm and sweet, allowing a new warmth to bloom in your chest. 

jeongyeon groans, “i told you not to bother.” there’s a brief silence as she chews her own marshmallow. “what’s the point in going camping if you don’t get to eat roasted marshmallows?”

“what’s the point of going camping if it’s freezing cold?”

she shrugs, and you take it as a win. you don’t get long to revel in your victory before she stuffs another marshmallow into your mouth, perhaps to shut you up, but that’s okay. you eat and drink in silence, listening to the wind howling outside, just a thin material (and many fluffy blankets) away from battering you with its’ strength.

jeongyeon places the bowl down on the floor when you’re done. she wastes no time in wrapping herself around you, head nuzzled into your neck. her soft breaths tickle your skin, but in a calming sort of way, and you allow your eyes to flutter shut.

“okay, i’ll admit it,” she says after a brief silence, “this was not one of my better ideas.”

“yeah, because you’re notorious for your good ideas. remember when you were convinced that feeding the seagulls one french fry each would get them to leave us alone?”

“don’t remind me. i still hear squawks and flapping wings in my nightmares sometimes,” she whines.

you erupt into a fit of giggles at this. jeongyeon only pouts and exclaims, “i can’t believe you’re laughing at my misfortune!”

“i would’ve laughed when it happened if i wasn’t being chased by ravenous birds. why am i always swept up in your mistakes?”

jeongyeon pouts for real this time. you can’t help but feel bad, and quickly roll onto your side so you can caress her face. “i’m actually quite enjoying this, though.”

“really?”

“yeah, i enjoy being cold. it means i have an excuse to cuddle up to you.”

jeongyeon grins, cheeks blushing even darker than they already were. “you can cuddle up to me whenever.”

“i know, baby.” you lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “moral of the story: don’t let jeongyeon make decisions.”

“unless they involve cuddling.”

“yeah, unless they involve cuddling.”

all i need—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jungkook x female!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)

summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.

thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!

you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harder—to just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.

he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.

what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.

all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?

is he coming home at all tonight?

the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.

"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.

in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.

"why are you home so late?"

he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at this—he's definitely mad.

and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.

you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.

but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.

he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.

"look at me, baby," you whisper.

he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.

"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."

there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.

"everything's wrong?"

he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.

"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."

something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"

he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.

jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.

when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.

"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.

jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."

"that's so cheesy."

he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."

"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"

he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."

sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.

and all you need is him.

cuddling skz headcanons—

genre: fluff

warnings: none

written by: 🥺 + 🐝

relationship(s): bang chan x reader/ lee know x reader/ changbin x reader/ hyunjin x reader/ han x reader/ felix x reader/ seungmin x reader/ jeongin x reader

bang chan

you two would lay with ur head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you

would probably smell like soap and vanilla and oh man you'd fall asleep SO goddamn fast

chris isn't a great sleeper so he'd probably just lay with his eyes closed and listen to your breathing

would probably smell ur hair lets be real

minho

he's basically a cat in that he likes affection on his terms and his terms ONLY

catboy minho rights

idk would probably just do it unconsciously??

like he'd fall asleep next to you and snuggle into your side

DO NOT move if you value your life

changbin

very into skinship

he's tiny but he loves to be big spoon

loves to be close to you so would just like,, hold u rlly tightly and tangle ur legs together

he'd also be the type to tickle you a little whilst giggling

but he's vv strong so like,, there's no escape

(good luck)

hyunjin

loves lying with you on ur back and him laying on top of you (rip)

would love love LOVE it if u played with his hair bc its gotten so long recently and it'd be sososo easy

he'd hum and sigh contentedly until he fell asleep

would probably whisper "baby?" every now and again and every time u ask what he wants he just wouldn't reply

his breath on ur neck is vv tickly (is that a word idk) but you cannot move so uhhh yeah have fun

jisung

DEFINITELY little spoon

no i do not take constructive criticism

would take ur hands and hold them to his chest

would make cheesy jokes about his heart racing whenever ur near him

twist around every now and again to ask for a kiss and if ur asleep no you're not❤️

he would nudge you to wake u up like "i want kithes😡😡"

felix

you guys cuddle facing eachother

but he loves skinship so he'd hold ur hands and play with ur fingers

would probably fall asleep quite quickly and you would HAVE to admire him bc i mean,, look at him,, it's lixie,,, he's gorgeous

you'd probably count his freckles and he'd giggle and tell you that it tickles

but if he's super tried and trying to sleep he'd be like "stop clogging my pores dude and gO TO SLEEP"

seungmin

would let u lay on his arm

he'd most likely run his hands through ur hair then cup ur face

probably listens to music to go to sleep (and by music i mean day6)

so you'd share a pair of earphones or airpods or whatever and he'd probably sing along quietly

which, in itself, is literal heaven

i love seungmin bye

jeongin

lil baby wants to be the big spoon bc he's a MAN

LOVES it if u wears his t-shirts/ hoodies so would just give it to you like "wear this ☺️☺️"

he'd snuggle up against ur back and nuzzle his face into ur neck

which would make u giggle and the lil shit would just do it more

but we love cuddly jeongin in this household

Insecure

Summary: Quick VERY short story about Hyunjin x Black fem reader at a fashion show and reader gets a little insecure and jealous of his close relationship with Donatella Versace and he reassures her that she doesn’t have to worry about losing his attention or him to anyone.

Authors note : Hi my first imagine in a longgggggg time so please cut me some slack this is all over the place because it was off the top of my head so enjoy my mess :)

No smut,insecure reader,Kissing,Light touching,fem reader, Black reader, possible talk of smut

He hugged Donatella and then Anne for what felt like an eternity and you stood posing for pictures awkwardly not knowing how to stand showing your face here already made you anxious after what happened in the media when the world found out about you and Hyunjin after being in the shadows for about too years not because of Hyunjin but because you where insecure.

“Looks like i have competition …’’ you say to Hyunjin as he slides beside you wrapping his arm around your waist cameras flickering and flashing,his name being shouted over and over paparazzi begging him to face in there direction

Currently we where at a fashion show Hyunjin was invited by Donatella Versace herself to attended and of course he was going to except who wouldn’t really but he was only allowed to come alone due to his managements advice of not having me “Distract him” but against there will he brung me anyways and I happily attended with no hesitation not wanting to skip out on being able to wear the custom Versace gown he had secretly got done for me a while back. The black gown fitting neatly over my curves with a low hanging v cut in the middle and a backless chain on my spin made me feel irresistible but i also felt a twinge of insecurity and maybe jealousy of how close Hyunjin got with Donatella forgetting i was even around but it may have just been from my past experiences of all ways being left out.

“What agi ? (Baby in Korean)” Hyunjin says through his teeth while smiling at the camera

“Nothin .. just something stupid .. Donatella really likes you ?” I say to him as he waves over to his fans is and placed his hand on your bare lower back pushing you along down the red carpet

“Y/N .. please don’t start this right here agi’’ leaning over into you he kisses my ear and rubbing soft circles along your warm brown skin he did this when he knew where the conversation was going or when he didn’t want you upset anymore

“Im not tryin to start anything I can’t help when i feel like this thats why i try to keep it to myself.. So never mind enjoy your night ” you say pouting you finally making it to your seats and getting comfortable

Before you could say anything else you noticed Hyunjin flexing his jaw this situation was agitating him but he tried to keep a gentle look on his porcelain face he didn’t say a word then suddenly he grabbed the bottom of your chair and pulled you closer to him making your dress fall off your legs a little soft brown skin peeking through your silt on your dress as you crossed them. Your leg falls over his lap and you can’t help but shift nervously in your seat as some people start to stare he smirks to himself before rubbing his ringed fingers softly over your thigh you give him a once over look and can’t help but smile a little at his sudden gesture of love. He was always like this with you in matter where you were or who was around he liked to subtly and sometimes not subtly reassure you, you where his world and his life and the same when for you. 

Leaning in closely he rubbed his nose against your cheek lovingly cameras flashed and for the first time today you didn’t mind..

“Jinny .. i feel like a child when this happens .. I can’t believe im acting like this over a older women .. it’s okay if you hate me ” you say in a whisper over the loud music playing models heels click on the runway Donatella and the others sitting beside you both trying not to look at your private yet not private display of affection

“Don’t .. don’t do that agi ..you know how i feel about you Y/N I’ve been dating you for too years in secret might i add because I wanted to respect how you felt about going public even though i was dying to show you off ” he says looking over briefly at his manger who’s signaling him to stop the pda but he turns back to you and his hand goes a bit higher now under the dress rubbing your hip

“ I know I know and i respect that your always a gentleman, but I’m scared ill lose you’’ you say to him holding his jaw in your well manicured hand his skin looked good with your black glitter acrylic nails

“Agi .. just because i take my attention off of you sometimes doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave but if you want me to i can remind you like i did last night’’ he says his eyes looking up at yours innocently with that teasing smirk then back down at your glossy lips

You lean in and close the space kissing his pink lips gentle he smiles into the kiss playfully pinching your thigh briefly you giggle in joy of not just the affection but the words he said to you before the kiss. Pulling away you peck his lips again and again making him laugh as well you both being more enticed by the thought of being in the news in the next hour you don’t stop still holding his chin you kiss all over his face leaving lips stick stains to match is black suite nicely before you could continue his manger was sitting behind you both whispering to stop.

“Sorry i got carried away I mean look at him’’ you say to his manager with a small laugh trying you wipe off the lipstick stains on his face but Hyunjin grabs your wrist gentle stopping you

“No no .. leave it’’ He says his thumb rubbing soft circles along your wrist

“ Why ?” You say with a puzzled expression

“Cause then everyone knows im yours and you’ll have no more reasons to be insecure” he says with a smile on his face lightly slapping the side of your thigh bitting his bottom lip this man was going to be the death of you



Build A Boyfriend - Yoongi

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you were a famous music producer known for your unique beats and music style

you made it clear that you werent interested in a relationship yet you felt a bit lonely inside 

but that never stopped you and you always put the thought of finding a s/o to the side

but this day OHOHOHO THIS CERTAIN DAY

you were doing the usual, writing and producing songs for your new album when dead smack in the middle of producing a virus just popped up out of no where

DUN DUN DUN

you unleashed a bucket full of curse words you potty mouth

you tried to get rid of the virus but it just redirected you to some website

you scanned the website with your eyes and was like wtf??

“Build your very own boyfriend! Get started here!”

you was like wtf x2

but you was lowkey curious and your heart fluttered out of excitement?

cause woahoho build a boyfriend?

you kinda just calmed yourself cause you was like this isnt real BUT HONEY IT ISSSS and just started to answer the questions they asked you, the first one being ‘Whats your Name’

you answered them all with a smile on your face lmao

you wanted him to be able to produce music like you, so you can have someone to relate to

and have a very cute smile, a gummy smile to be specific

we all know how cute yoongi’s smile is dont argue with me on its

it came to the part where you had to decide his name, you typed in Yoongi

so after a while you realized you spent freakin 3 hours on this

who knew you wanted so much in a person-

but you were kinda sad it was over and just got back to working

you woke up the next day on your freaking producer chair and youre sore-

cause who in freak sleeps with their head flinged back wts

you got up to stretch and walked out of your producing room and to the kitchen (yes there is a room specifically to make your music in the house)

dING dONG

you looked at the door and at your watch (its 12:46) and youre like what i slept that late-

you hoped that i wasnt your friend coming to scold you for sleeping in-

and it wasnt-

IT WAS SOME DUDE and he was attractive

you squinted your eyes at him like wot. 

he did a little smirk and just handed you a single white rose that you didnt notice before cause you were too focused on his beauty

you took it and was like

huh

you were processing a bit like an attractive dude at my door giving my a bouquet, at my apartment, iN PUBLIC

THE PAPARAZZI AFIOAFOFAB

you grabbed him and pulled him in and he was like !?!?!

you shut the door behind you and locked it

“wow are you kidnapping me now”

you looked at him like he was crazy “nO IM NOT, wHO aRe yOU”

he shoved his hands in his pocket “Wow you dont even know your own boyfriend’s name? Yoongi, remember you made me?” he shook his head in disappointment 

you blinked a few times and went OOoOooOoOoo tHE WEBSITE WAS REAL

“well yea” he plopped himself on your sofa and reached for your lyric book open on the table

and your like WOAH PRIVATE PROPERTY 

he read it anyways

he asked for a pencil and you just shuffled for one and gave it to him

he started to erase some words and you were like aLARMED but didnt do anything a just watched nervously

he place it back on the table and you hurriedly looked at it and your eyes BEAMED cause the lyrics you were struggling to write he wrote it was ease 

AND YOU WERE VERY HAPPY AND JUST WIBFAIFB

gave him a freaking hug 

“YOUR THE DAMN BEST”

and he did that gummy smile and your eyes just fluttered, he tried to hide it though

you were like no regrets

you two kinda just sat down and talked about music for hours and you felt an instant connection

probably cause you made him

you allowed him into your producing room cAUSE HEY HE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND NOW

and he just showered you with compliments and you felt great-

the whole day went by with you and him talking 

LOVE IS IN THE AIRRRRR

the next day you woke up to you two cuddling on the couch-

and  A LOT of notification and to your HORROR, someone managed to get photos of him at your door and you dragging him inside

“Possible love interest?” the article read

and it was getting shared everywhere and you started to freak out cause WHAT WILL YOUR BOSS THINK

he woke up next you like whats the matter?

you told him everything and he just smirked and you were like

WHATS SO FREAKING FUNNY

“Come on, its not big of a deal, if that was me, i would confess my love for you to the world without any regrets, its not a crime to love”

your heart fluttered for like the hundredth time like whats with him and his suave ways wtf mannn

you just smiled like yea, your right.

Build A Boyfriend - Jin

Lets ignore that 15 there

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So you went out to get groceries, cause you know you’re hungry

You went to the supermarket and bought the stuff you needed to feAST-

You bought a whole bunch of crap and regretting it

Cause…… you don’t have a car-

But your apartment isn’t that far so you can manage probably not

PING PING (That was your phone btw lmao)

You got a message from your best friend

“Aaron is so cuteee” with all those heart eye emoji mess you never understood

You sighed “That was like the hundredth time you told me that today, whats so “cute” about him”

“Omg Y/N you seriously don’t understand, he is the cutest boy on campus, seriously, you are so smart and you don’t even know that?”

Yea, you’re in college, getting them groceries with that ramen money

And you’re like “I AM SMART EJHJHKJ, I just don’t understand what’s so good about him”

“Of course you don’t, reading all those books are getting to your head, no wonder you’re still single and don’t have a boyfriend”

And you’re like wELl eXcuSE mE- but never got a chance to send it cause you bumped into some person

You fell flat on your behind and your first thought was;

 MY GROCIES! DD;

You saw some hand handing you some business card and of course you took it by habit 

But once you look up to confront the person for bumping into you they’re gone

And you’re like wtf?

You read the card he gave you; “Build a boyfriend! build a boyfriend right at your fingertips, just go to this website www.buildyourownboyfriend.com and get started!”

 And you like double wtf???

So you just discarded it into one of the grocery bags and just continued to walk home

You finally reached to your apartment and yOU’RE TIRED.

 You hurriedly placed down the bags SO YOUR ARMS CAN FREAKIN’ BREATHE-

tHEN sOMethinG tRAgiC iN yOur POOr cOLLegE liFe hAPPenS

A bag with groceries dropped and you’re like NOOOOOOOOKLJKJLKJL

Praying to the heavens nothing broke

Gladly nothing did

 The business card from earlier fluttered out and you’re like oh that- forgot about that

 You went to pick it up and read it again and was like….

 IM TELLING MY BESTFRIEND ALL ABOUT IT-

And you did bUT THE RAT DIDN’T REPLY LIKE GaSP

You got bored of waiting for her to reply (You legit waited a minute)

You were kinda curious and thought it wasn’t gonna hurt to try it out

SO GUESS WHAT YOU DID :DDDD

Turned on your laptop and went on the website

And it actually didn’t look too shady like you thought I would

It actually looked so KA KA KAWAII

You pressed the “get started” button (Obviously iebaibe)

The first question was “What’s your first and last name” so you entered your name

It asked really simple questions like “Would you want him to be able to cook?” and “Do you want him to be kind?”

Both of course are a total yes for you especially since your cooking looks like it’s been hell and back

You wanted him to be an early bird to balance out you sleeping late and of course you wanted him to have cute charms

Then after it got down right personal and detailed like “How do you want his eyes shaped” and “How does he laugh” and trash like that

 And you know thinking this is a joke, you were like “A windshield wiper laugh”

You started filling in more information as in how tall he was and what color was his hair

 At the end it was like “What is your new boyfriend’s name?” and after a bit of thought you decided on the name “Jin”

AND IT TOOK YOU LIKE 2 HOURS CAUSE THERE WAS SO MUCH QUESTIONS but hey you had fun! :DD

PING PING (Yes it’s your phone lmao)

 Your bestfriend finally replied and you were like

WHERE WERE YOU WOMAN >:((((

She told you all about what happened to her and her garbage crush that you don’t care about

And you guys talked until you dropped dead asleep.

The next day, you heard someone knocking at your door you’re first instincts was like WHO IN THE HELL IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR THIS EARLY IN THE DAMN MORNING- but of course you grumpily got up to see who it was any way

Once you opened the door you were like shOOK?

A handsome man was standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers with an expensive looking suit

 And you first thought was

Is he lost-

He smiled at you with the most BREATHTAKING SMILE YOU EVER SAW AND YOU WERE LIKE

FOR SURE HE IS AT THE WRONG PLACE WTF

 Until he said “May I come in Y/N, love?”

AND YOU INTERNALLY FLIP OUT LIKE HOW DOES THIS DUDE KNOW MY NAME-

But you still trying to wrap your head around the situation so you let him in

“I got these for you” he held out the bouquet and you’re like thank you?????   

You cut right to the chase and asked “Who are you and how do you know my name you freakishly handsome man”

His face was like wtf woman what do you mean who am i?? He replied with “Jin, your boyfriend, I was made especially for you, remember?”

It took your brain a while and you started to freak out cause

THE WEBSITE WAS REAL WTF?

You were in a trance of shock and confusion?¿?

 And then his face beamed

“What does the dog say to the wall”

And your like “….what?”

“WolWol” he burst out laughing, clapping his hands, with the same windshield wiper laugh-

 You face palmed, yet laughed releasing all the tension in the room

“You must be hungry, love” he smiled “Let me go make something for you”

 You shrugged your shoulders like okay i guess? and once he disappeared into the kitchen you smiled and clutched your heart

 Like what is this NicE fEEliNG??? Its love btw

You went to freshen up and came out to smell something that smelled so NICE-

And you just smiled like this is real nice, im actually glad I bumped into that weird guy.

Coffee?

HENDERY X READER

The cute guy you met at a coffee shop offers to pay for your drink....and your attention.

The autumn breeze stung your face as you pulled your knit scarf closer to your mouth to trap in the warmth of your breath. The leaves made crunching noises as your feet collided with the ground, picking up the wet ones with the soles of your shoes as you walked. Your plaid knit skirt and black shirt weren't any combat against the cold, even with your beige trenchcoat wrapped around you like a blanket. Thankfully, the familiar aroma of your coffee shoppe filled your senses as you got closer and closer to the warmth inside of the building.

With a resounding bell from the top of the door, you made your entrance known with the gust of wind that came with it. Sighing in contempt as you noticed the shoppe was almost entirely empty, you made your way to the counter and removed the scarf from your face to give your order. Your best friend, Doyoung was working the night shift for today and he had complained about how bored he would be since no one would come in. He also complained about being too physically and emotionally exhausted the next day at classes.

"(Y/N)!" He said, placing his fingers on the counter and tapping them in a drumming motion against the slab surface, "What can I getcha?"

You smiled. "The usual."

You watched as he went to busy himself in the back, struggling to get the cups from the top shelf by the sinks. Of course you had ordered a cold drink in cold weather, just when they had put away all the summer cups.

Looking around, you noticed that the couple at the table in the back just made their exit out the front door of the shoppe; the bell ringing once more overhead. They walked towards the edge of the street and waited for the traffic to pass before walking off into the dark distance ahead. Turning back to the counter, you place a two dollar tip in the tip jar and busy yourself with organizing the complementary straws by color.

"What's wrong with the way they were before?"

A deep sounding voice came from behind and startled you slightly. The man who had entered extremely quietly was tall and thin with sharp, angular features that any model or movie star would kill for. He had box dye black hair and earrings that ran all the way up his ears and a nose ring to match. Clad in a black cashmere sweater and dark jeans, he was very beautiful and oh so very close to where you were standing.

"Oh! Uhm, well they seemed to be a bit out of order. The orange ones go in the back and the green in the front." Blushing, you occupy yourself with staring in any direction that he was not in.

He giggled. "Why's that?"

"Well no one would voluntarily go for the orange ones first." You said in retaliation to which he found the funniest statement ever. A couple awkward seconds pass and Doyoung returns with your iced caramel latte in one hand and a napkin in the other. Placing them down in front of you he checks the guy out behind you and you give him a knowing glance.

"Anything else?" He asked you as you fumbled around for your credit card. Suddenly, a hand stops you from behind and a card is handed over to Doyoung before you could seemingly blink.

"I'll get one of those too, please." The man says with a smirk as he pays for the both of your drinks.

"Why, thank you." You walk over to the nearest table and sit down while you watched Doyoung finish processing the stranger's card. Noticing you forgot a straw, you see the man grab two of them- two of the orange ones.

He sits down across from you and the light refracts off of the biggest earring on the right of his ear. His eyes find their way to yours as he smiles once more and hands you an orange straw.

"I figured that we could switch it up a bit and use the ugly straws." He states, holding his hands up in a fake surrender.

You were completely hooked on his persona now, and you knew that all attempt at forgetting him would be futile. He was just too goddamn pretty and too goddamn charismatic.

"I guess I'll let it slide since you did pay for my coffee." You said teasingly, as you worked on removing your hair from the braid it was pulled back in. Your bracelets jangled as your arms moved up to touch the delicately woven hair atop your head and you shook it out back to its full and natural state.

"Garnier?" He asks, stabbing the whipped topping with the straw and taking a long gulp of the gooey coffee tasting goodness. For a split second, you caught a flash of silver on his tongue before his mouth clamped down around the plastic.

"Garnier?" You asked, wondering what he could be referring to.

He smiled once more. "Your hair dye. It's a similar black to mine."

Damn, this boy was good. You nodded and let out a breathy laugh as you remembered the green box you'd picked out last week. The dye was the best for making sure the college dorm bathroom wasn't disgusting by the time you were done. Ryujin would have your head if she saw the caulking of the tiles stained black.

"Yes, it is," you said, watching the drinks disappear between the two of you, "How did you know that?"

He put down his cup and let out a soft exhale as he clapped his hands together in a cute way, watching you from across the table. "So glad you asked! I'm a hairdresser!"

"A hairdresser?" You asked with a blush starting to creep up onto your cheeks. That was cute. The thought of this stranger being paid to run his hands through your hair made your stomach ignite with butterflies.

"Yes!" He said, taking another sip of his coffee. It was just then that you asked him for his name, remembering that you didn't get one upon his first entrance.

"Hendery," He said with a mouth full of cream, "but you can just call me H."

"H? Why H?" You asked.

"Because it sounds edgier that way." He leans back in his booth and puts his arms up against the padding of the seat, trying to look cool and ridiculous at the same time. It looked much more like the latter to you, though.

"You're kidding?"

"Oh, 100%. That would be stupid."

His teeth flashed in your direction once more and you saw the tongue piercing that had been hidden from view. "What's your name?" He asks with a kind tone. He seemed to stop the entire world and focused solely on you. Time seemed to have stopped.

"(Y/N)." You said, intently gazing at his eyes.

"(Y/N)." He repeated, taking your name in like the drag of a cigarette. The word seemed to rest on his tongue like the piercing and then swallow down into the very fiber of his being. It was like a fish on a hook and damn, did he fall for you hook, line, and sinker.

The shared laughter between the two of you filled the entirety of the coffee Shoppe, and Doyoung eventually joined the both of you. He had whipped himself up a hot cocoa and you eyed the amount of whipped cream he had put on the top; sprinkles starting to melt into odd colors and the drink running down the sides of the cup onto the saucer. He totally had a whipped cream mustache above his upper lip and to say that he was enjoying the drink would be an understatement.

Eventually, Hendery had ordered one too and the secret came out that he really didn't like coffee, he had just come in to escape the cold and decided to stay for you. It was sweet and romantic and your heart filled with excitement as adrenaline coursed through your veins. This stranger was so enticing, yet so familiar. He couldn't have been a stranger anymore, however, he had introduced himself.

"Allow me to walk you home?" He motioned for the door as you threw away your cups. You looked back towards Doyoung and saw him motioning a blowjob with his hand in the air. Flipping him off silently, you agree and follow Hendery into the cold night air. It hasn't gotten any warmer, much to your dismay. The skirt seemed entirely ridiculous now as you grasped to hold onto any warmth.

"Hey, Hendery?" You asked, stopping along the sidewalk and looking up at the tall dark haired man. He smiled down on you with his teeth in a dorky manner and pushed away the hair from his eyes.

"Ye-es?" He said, glancing up at the streetlight that shone overhead. It was like a spotlight at a theatre and you were Romeo and Juliet. Just without the death and stuff.

"I-I think I'd like to do this again sometime." You said, reaching for his hand. Taking it from you, he spins you around and you turn in surprise, falling into his chest upon doing a 360.

"I'd like that too." His warm and minty breath fanned over your face and you knew you were done for.

"May I kiss you?"

"Why certainly."

With his lips against yours, you finally understood what people meant when they said they felt fireworks go off in their brains. It was safe and happy between the two of you as you leaned into each other, taking in one another's company. This whole scene was like something out of a movie and you thought back to the time you convinced yourself it wouldn't be possible for love at first sight.

Pulling away, Hendery rested his head against yours. "You taste like coffee." He says, leaning in for another kiss.

"I thought you said you didn't care for coffee?" You asked.

"I very much care for it now."

NCT

Johnny Seo:

The Sun: You felt a certain connection when it came to Johnny Seo that you didn't feel with anyone else. After a night at Mark's place, he decides to take you hiking. What chaos will ensue on your "nature hike?"

(Romance/Fluff/Chaos)

Headcannon #1: Cute things you and Johnny do!!! Just a little drabble because I love me some Johnny Suh ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(Romance/Fluff)

Yuta Nakamoto:

Fight Club: (Part One) Based off the 1999 film Fight Club; Yuta is trying his hardest to fit in amongst the guys within the club and slowly starts to realize what type of person Johnny is. He'd always fought for fun, but Yuta is beginning to think he'll have to fight for you.

Fight Club: (Part Two)

(Romance/NSFW/Angst)

Hendery:

Coffee?: Just a short imagine featuring a very loveable Hendery and a very loveable reader! Coffee definitely does start conversation!

Fight Club

Johnny X Y/N X Yuta Nakamoto

Just a piece of advice!!! This fanfiction probably won't make any sense unless you've seen the 1999 movie Fight Club written by David Fincher. This revolves around the storyline for said movie and previous knowledge of it needs to be present for it to make sense! In that case, read on! :) 💜💜

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of gore, mentions of nsfw, talk of weapons and violence as well as drugs⚠️

"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking Khakis. You are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world."

...

Part Two:

Flashback:

Going on business trips was Yuta's least favorite part about his shitty existence. Having to travel from flight to flight for his business sucked, as he would say, ass.

So another plane ticket for him would mean another night of no sleep, zoning out while someone talked about a car line they needed to recall because of safety hazards, and then back onto his flight with people he had no interest in. That's the thing about self-serving "friends." They're just people who you have the displeasure of meeting because you're both going to the same place. After you're done trying to pass the time, you never see each other again and that's that. Well, Yuta thought of it that way.

Trying to get some sleep, he rested against the very uncomfortable plane seat and closed his eyes.

He didn't know when he passed out, just that it wasn't for long. The flight attendant had already gone through with the snack tray, he figured from the pretzels other people had on their laps that it wasn't too long ago. Sighing, he shuffled around his seat so he was in view of the window. However, someone was now sitting there fiddling with the window cover. He had longer black hair and red tinted glasses taking up most of his face. A cigarette was dangling between his teeth- unlit -and he had on a pair of very tight and very leather jeans. He also had an old pair of dress shoes with a hole in the top and scuff marks along the side. This man must've gotten dressed in the dark, Yuta decided.

"If you feel that you would be unable or unwilling to perform the duties on the safety card, please ask a flight attendant to reseat you."

The Elton John impersonator finally spoke to Yuta, a cocky grin on his face and glasses slowly sliding down his nose. In his hand was the manual for a plane crash which he must've taken out of the seat pocket in front of him. Yuta didn't think that anyone actually read those.

"That's a lot of responsibility."

"Wanna switch seats?"

"No, no I don't think I'm the man for that particular job."

What was with this guy? Yuta's first thought was drugs, but then he mentally slapped himself for thinking that. 'This guy's probably just as sane as I am', he thought.

The man sighed and looked around at the rest of the passengers before staring back out the window. "An exit door procedure thirty thousand feet. Mhm. The illusion of safety." He smiled again, except this time Yuta could feel himself glued to his chair, as if his movements would lead to the plane crash Red Glasses was talking about.

"Yeah, I guess so." Yuta let out with a sigh.

Just then the man said, "You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?"

'Oh joy', "So you can breathe."

Red Glasses sighed and rolled his eyes. It's clear that he's making Yuta out to be an idiot. "Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant brain-panicked breaths. So you become euphoric, docile, you accept your fate. It's all right here." He grabs the pamphlet and opens to the page he was reading. Then, shoving it in Yuta's face, he continues his rant.

"Emergency water landing 600 mph. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows."

The horribly computer generated pictures of people following safety protocol showed them all- as Red Glasses stated - unusually calm. At this, Yuta laughs. The man did have a point.

"That's uhm, that's an interesting theory."

After a pause in conversation, Yuta tries to talk to the man again as he realizes that this is the most interesting conversation he's had throughout his whole trip. He actually didn't expect someone with so much exuberance to be seated on his opposite side.

"What do you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you do for a living?"

The man's face turned into another one of those cocky smiles as he pushed a couple strands of hair away from his eyes.

"Why? So you can pretend like you're interested?"

Yuta laughed again, not sure how to respond. His textbook conversations that he had thought up earlier while sitting on his prized IKEA couch wasn't working. The conversations he saved for when he didn't know what to say. They were usually foolproof, but not with this guy. For once in his life, Yuta felt dumb.

"You have a kinda sick desperation in your laugh," The man stated as he reached for something from below the seat in front of him. Realizing what it was, Yuta exclaimed that they had the same briefcase. Odd stranger and similar taste. Interesting.

"Soap."

"Sorry?"

"I make and I sell soap." He opened the briefcase and saw the bars of soap Red Glasses was talking about. For the neat way they were packaged, Yuta could tell this guy was serious. Indeed, he made soap. They were a little deformed, but Yuta guessed the sold well. Their appearance was high quality.

"The art sticks of civilization." Yuta took the business card held out in front of him.

'And this is how I met....' "Johnny Seo."

"Did you know if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make nepalm?" Johnny said, looking directly at Yuta now.

"No I did not know that, is that true?"

"That's right. One can make all kinds of explosives using simple household items."

"Really?"

"If one were so inclined." Johnny smirked again and shut the briefcase in his lap closed. The smell of the fruity soap washed over Yuta's nose as it did, and he started to understand why people bought them. There's a sense of familiarity to the smell, Yuta couldn't tell if it reminded him of old lady perfume or bacon.

"Johnny, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I have ever met. See, I have this thing that everyone on a plane is single-serving-"

"-Oh I get it. That's very clever." Johnny interrupted Yuta as he was about to explain his odd correlation with people and planes. Usually, the person Yuta talked to when he boarded was someone who was desperate to get him to shut up, so they let him talk about God knows what for however long he wanted. Not Johnny, though.

For lack of something better to say, Yuta replied with "Thank you."

"How's that working out for you?"

"What?"

"Being clever."

'Who is this guy?' "Great."

"Hmn. Keep it up then." Johnny patted Yuta's shoulder and smiled again. It was 100% a half smile and Yuta could tell that his small talk was boring Johnny to no end. His observations were proved true when Johnny readied to get up to leave his seat.

"Right-O. Now, a question of etiquette as I pass- do I give you the ass or the crotch?"

...

Yuta aggressively typed on his work computer while his thoughts mercilessly tugged at his brain. Y/N was mad again, Yuta could tell. It wasn't just about the dress thing, no it was also because of the sex. She'd been pestering him about it all week, trying to lure him upstairs. Yuta wasn't sure why she was trying to play with both him and Johnny but he knew that there was something wrong.

Fight Club was also very quickly taking over Yuta's life. He dressed sloppily to work every day, not even bothering to put on a tie or button up the rest of his shirt, with blood stains from a fight the night before. He was even smoking in the office, something he wasn't used to doing but now couldn't care less about.

Throughout all of the activities taking hold of him, Yuta couldn't sleep again. His insomnia was the worst he can remember it ever being. With that thought still on his mind, he grabbed his laptop bag and walked out of the office, on his way to Joon's once again.

...

"Alright boys. It's time for another fight. This week we have Yuta and one of the newcomers."

Johnny was getting used to his position as a spectator. He'd only fought a couple of times, but he seemed to get a pass from the other members because of the position of leader he'd taken over. His poise and demeanor had changed since Yuta's first encounter with him; that cocky, arrogant smirk still resided on his face but that was all that was left of the Johnny Yuta once knew. Or so he thought. He'd only known Johnny for a few months after all.

Yuta prepared himself for his next fight. He was angry. And his insomnia was getting worse by the second- he needed someone to take his aggression out on. Pain seemed to be the only cure to his sleep deprivation.

"Alright Yuta. You're up against Ten."

Yuta stared at the tall and muscular man at the other end of the "ring". He wasn't jacked but he definitely worked out. He was fit, covered in tattoos, and was littered with piercings along the sides of his ears. This man had so many pictures etched onto his skin that Yuta doubted he could even count them all. And, he was bleached blonde. Like- really bleached blonde. Draco Malfoy would've been jealous.

Yuta planted his feet firmly to the ground, watching the strange man named Ten do the same thing. This was his first night, so Yuta would be sure to make it memorable for him. At least, from the ground.

"How much do you bet?" Yuta heard from someone in the crowd. Since when was Fight Club about bets?

"I'll give you a twenty for tattoos."

That was all Yuta needed to hear before he was filled with rage. Johnny was in on this too? This was just supposed to be the two of them. Since when was it about an underground cult? Yuta felt sick to his stomach as he dealt the first blow.

And then another. And then another. And then another.

Why wasn't Ten fighting back? Well you see, Yuta had struck him completely by surprise, rendering him defeated from the minute his ass hit the cement ground of Joon's sacred basement. Ten couldn't even stand to try again before this kid was on top of him hitting him everywhere: the jaw, the nose, the eyes, even his motherfucking ear.

Yuta was ruthless.

For once, Fight Club was silent. The only thing that could be heard was Yuta's punches and the snapping of bones and moaning of Ten from beneath him as his body contorted into uncomfortable positions. He was bleeding from his nose and mouth and his beautiful face was now going to have an incredibly large scar across the side.

Amidst all of this commotion, Johnny lit a cigarette.

"Get him off."

Yuta was pulled away from Ten who was now knocked out cold.

"Why'd you beat up Ten that badly?" Johnny asked, looking directly at Yuta with an undecipherable look. He had a beer in one hand and hair frizzled everywhere. Over the past couple of months it had grown to an extraordinary length of an inch and a half. This meant flyaway strands everywhere. Yuta was mainly just looking for anything to focus on instead of his friend's face. The humiliation of what he had done to Ten's face was enough for him. Yuta held his wrist to his chest and assessed any leftover damage.

"I felt like destroying something beautiful."

...

The streetlights were dim as Johnny and Yuta ran through the dark. The sidewalk was uneven so they'd taken to the side of the road instead, making their way to the back of a large building with scuffed up shoes and bloodied noses. Yuta had no idea why he was here other than the fact that Johnny had dragged his ass out into the cold to "make soap" or whatever the fuck that meant. Yuta knew he'd figure it out though, Johnny always had a way with turning anything into a philosophical speech.

The chain-link fence was nearing Yuta's vision as he and Johnny ran on. The lights were brighter up there, and for a second Yuta wondered if they would get caught trying to break into the place. Johnny had said it was abandoned, but that obviously wasn't true seeing as he was shimmying his way over the fence after throwing his coat up over the barbed wire. He was making fast hurried movements and Yuta followed suit, grabbing the red leather jacket and hoisting it over his shoulder once he was on the other side. An alarm rang out and they both ducked for cover behind a large dumpster.

"I thought your dumbass said this place was abandoned?"

"It is at night. Usually."

"Who's out here?!?" They heard a policeman yell, the sound of a dog nearby made them stop in their tracks.

"Shit. Guess we'll have to wait him out." Johnny said between drawls of his cigarette.

"Wait him out?! It's 26 degrees outside are you crazy?!?"

At this, Johnny smiled. "Very."

The next twenty minutes were grueling as they waited for the guard to leave. Once security was taken care of, Johnny led Yuta to another dumpster on the other side of the building. Upon opening it, he climbed inside and started rumaging through it.

"Johnny, where are we?"

"Can't you fucking read?"

Yuta looked above Johnny's head to where he was pointing. There was a giant sign that proved they were in a medical facility. Liposuction.

At Yuta's realization, a bag of said material was thrown at him and he barely caught it in his arms before it fell to the ground. The red and flesh colored goop slid around in the bag reminding Yuta of throw up.

"Here, there's a few more."

Going back over the fence, Johnny threw Yuta more bags from the dumpster as he caught them from the other side. However, one of these were a failed attempt because the Yuta had found himself lost in thought. You, in particular.

He remembered how excited you were to show him the dress you'd bought. Your happy little giggles as you paraded around in it when you had found it made his heart swell.

Wait why does he remember that? Wasn't the first time he'd seen you wear it was in the kitchen?

"Hey shit face! The lard!"

Snapping back into reality, Yuta watched the bag catch on the barbed wire and split open, releasing a flood of human fat and blood all over his head.

"Aw fuck."

...

Yuta had taken a very thorough shower. He had been washing for hours it felt like, just to try and remove that god-awful smell from his hair and his clothes. Not that the water on Paper Street was very clean, but it was better than nothing.

Once he was finished he got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It was already past 3:00am and he doubted he would be getting much sleep anyways, so he just got ready for work. Walking down the rickety stairs from his bedroom and into the kitchen, he was met with that horrible smell once again.

"Ugh, what is that?" Yuta asked, looking for Johnny to answer. He held his nose and made his way to the fridge where he was stopped by Johnny who brought out some of his experiment stuff.

"Ay watch it this shit burns." He said, going back to stirring whatever pot he had been fussing over previously. Johnny was wearing nothing but his pants from earlier, his shirt was lying on the other side of the counter and his jacket had been abandoned to the bedroom upstairs. Because of this, Yuta was able to see Johnny's exposed muscles as well as the scars from previous fights and other miscellaneous events in his life. Yuta couldn't help but stare. Johnny really was pretty.

"Okay." He motioned for Yuta to stand at the table that was covered with experiments and the lard from their previous adventure. Once Yuta was situated at the table with a confused expression dawning his face, Johnny smiled. This was one of those malicious ones that he put on before he fucked something up for Yuta again. Last time he'd given him this look, it was when he threw Yuta's work computer out the window of their dingy old house blabbering on about corporate businesses and the corruption of everyday society.

Johnny then grabbed Yuta's hand and kissed it.

"What is this?"

Johnny picked up a lenticular container from his left hand side and started to pour the powdery contents onto Yuta's hand.

"This," he said, "is chemical burn."

Yuta was confused as to why his wrist was being held down to the spot but then the chemical kicked in. Yuta's first reaction was to scream.

The pain was unbearable. It was the worst pain Yuta had ever felt and he was starting to wish he could die just to get it to stop. Anything to put out the flames on his hand, eating his flesh and leaving a crater in its wake. His breathing quickened as his body went into fight or flight mode, his hand shaking around in Johnny's grasp and his legs wobbling.

"It'll hurt more than you've ever been burned and it'll leave a scar." Johnny stated in a nonchalant tone.

'If guided meditation could work for cancer it could work for this.' Yuta thought as he closed his eyes and tried to envision a nice forest somewhere. His daydreaming, however, was cut short by Johnny's voice.

"Stay with the pain. Don't shut this out."

"No!" Yuta drew back from Johnny's hand and his head hit the shelf containing their unused pots and pans. He held his burning hand to his side as he waited for the pain to stop or even just dwindle a little. Yuta felt his adrenaline levels skyrocket as tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

Johnny took hold of Yuta's wrist with his burning hand once again and slammed it down on the table. Due to his thrashing, Yuta knocked a lot of Johnny's materials onto the ground of the kitchen, not caring about destroying anything and only thinking of the excruciating pain before his eyes.

"Look. At. Your. Hand! The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, like the first monkey shot into space! Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!" Johnny stared at his friend dead in the eyes and tried to illicit a sense of fear into him.

Yuta screamed again as he tried not to think of the words sear or flesh. Nothing was working to try and calm the pins and needles attacking his body. He tried to break away from Johnny but to no avail. The man was prepared for this, it seemed.

"STOP IT. This is your burning hand! It's right here!" With that statement, Johnny slammed Yuta's hand against the counter again to try and focus his friend on his philosophical assignment. He was getting pissed now.

"I'm going to my cave. I'm going to go to my cave and I'm going to find my power animal!" Yuta exclaimed, trying to remember his sessions from support group and their ways of coping with difficult tasks. He remembered in a Leukemia group that someone had mentioned a "safe space" where you could form whatever it is your heart desires to try and make yourself feel safe in an unsafe situation. Yuta found his to be a cave with a penguin, however, that penguin has changed into his daydream of you.

"No!" Johny rolled his eyes and slammed his fist on the table to accentuate his point. "Don't deal with it the way those dead people do! Come on!"

"I get the point you're making please! Please make it stop!" Yuta managed to get out in between heavy breaths and the knot in his throat.

Johnny pursed his lips. "No! What you're feeling is premature enlightenment!"

Yuta imagined his cave once again in an effort to escape his reality. Instead of your calming face, he was met with the image of you naked while he was atop you, both of you within the icy confines of his arctic imagination. He coughed as he went in and out of his vision.

Johnny must've sensed what his friend was up to, because not seconds later Yuta was getting slapped across the face. "It's the greatest moment of your life, man! And you're off somewhere missing it!"

"No I am not!" Yuta screamed through gritted teeth.

"Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, then what does that tell you about God?!"

"No, no I don't-" Another forceful slap from Johnny resonated throughout the room.

"Listen to me!" Johnny threw his goggles off his head and onto the floor with the other cups of mysterious substances that Yuta had dropped.

Johnny got closer to his face to the point where if he leaned any further over the table, he'd be nose to nose with Yuta.

"You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. But, that's not the worst thing that can happen."

"It's not?!"

"We don't need him!" Johnny spat, and Yuta could tell that his pleading was getting him nowhere. For now, all he could do would be to endure the pain until Johnny felt sorry enough to tell him how to stop the burning. He had to know, right? He was the one who was working with the fucking chemical.

"We don't! We don't need him, I agree!!"

Johnny smiled at him from the other side of the table. "Fuck damnation man, fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children?! Then so be it!"

Yuta flung his hand to the side with Johnny still attached, knocking over more things in their kitchen and watching as his supposed to be single-serving friend laughed through his pain.

"Listen! You can run water over your hand to make it worse, or you can- look at me! -or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn."

Bingo. That was Yuta's ticket out of this hell. His eyes met Johnny's and he could feel his hatred for him bubbling up from his chest and into his eyes where he put everything he felt into his look. He wanted Johnny to know how he was feeling.

"There you go."

"Please let me have it! Please!"

"First, you have to give up. First you have to know, know, not fear, that one day you're going to die."

"You don't know how this feels!" Yuta screamed again in agony, watching the bubbling of his flesh on what was left of the top of his hand. Of course Johnny could sit all high and mighty on his side of the table, he had no idea how much Yuta was suffering. Was this some sort of sick joke?

Johnny's malicious smile returned once again as he raised his other hand from under the table and into Yuta's line of vision. There, on the spot Yuta felt the most pain at the moment, was a scar similar to that of a chemical burn on Johnny's hand. Ugly, big, and worn with pride.

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

Yuta's eyes met his as he started to calm down and his body adjusted to the fire on his right hand. "Okay." He said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Johnny slowly removed the boy's hand from his grasp and watched as Yuta held his same position with his hand over the table. He was shaking, but he was determined to see this through now, knowing that it was one of Johnny's more difficult lessons. If he could get through Fight Club on the daily, he could get through this, easy. Even though the burn hurt more than any missing tooth or broken nose.

Johnny grabbed the giant jug off the counter behind him and flipped the cap off, throwing it's contents onto Yuta's hand and drenching him in vinegar. The pain instantly stopped and Yuta clutched his hand to his chest and fell to the floor, calming himself down after all of this. He looked up towards the table and saw Johnny staring down at him with that shit-eating grin of his.

"Congratulations. You're one step closer to hitting the bottom."

Amongst the spinning of the ceiling and the labored breathing, Yuta found beauty in the events of that night on Paper Street. They might not have made soap, but they made a man. And Yuta found out he was more capable of anything than ever before.

...

(Part three coming soon!)

[AN:] Thank you for reading! Please interact with your thoughts! This is somewhat new writing material for me and I would love to know if you liked it or not! Thank you! :)

FIGHT CLUB

Johnny Seo X Y/N X Yuta Nakamoto

Just a piece of advice!! This fanfic probably won't make any sense unless you've seen the 1999 movie, Fight Club written by David Fincher. This revolves around the storyline for said movie and previous knowledge of it needs to be present for it to make sense! In that case, read on! :) 💜💜

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of gore, mentions of nsfw, talk of weapons and violence as well as drugs⚠️

People were always asking me, did I know Johnny Seo?

"We won't really die, we'll be immortal."

"You're thinking of vampires."

"oh-...ra..aH-...oo"

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you only speak in vowels.

With my tongue, I can feel the silencer holes drilled into the barrel of the gun. Most of the noise a gunshot makes is expanding gases. I totally forgot about Johnny's whole murder-suicide thing for a second and I wondered how clean the gun barrel was.

Johnny checked his watch. "Three minutes."

The building we're standing in won't be here in three minutes. You take a 98-percent concentration of fuming nitric acid and add three times as much sulfuric in a bathtub full of ice. Then, glycerin drop-by-drop. I know this because Johnny knows this.

The demolitions committee of Project Mayhem wrapped the foundation columns of this building with blasting gelatin. The primary charge will blow the base charge, and this spot Johnny and I are standing on will be a point in the sky.

"This is our world now. Two minutes."

Two minutes to go and I'm wondering how I got here.

...

Part One:

"I want you to hit me." Johnny said, fixing his posture and squaring up to Yuta trying to get a better position for a fight. They were outside of Joon's on a cold night after Yuta lost his apartment and his job. Both of which exploded in his face. His apartment a bit too literally. He wondered if any of his Ikea furniture survived the blast.

"I- What?" Yuta was confused now. First, Johnny had stolen a bunch of ketchup packets from the inside of the restaurant, stuffed them in his pockets, and walked out with a cigarette dangling between his teeth. Now, he was asking Yuta to knee him in the gut or swat him on the nose.

"You heard me. I know you want to."

Truth is, Yuta did want to hit him. And to be fair, Johnny deserved it. I mean, the guy blew up his apartment with homemade dynamite for Christ's sake.

Yuta reeled his arm back and hit Johnny the best he could. Johnny looked taken aback as he stumbled to regain his footing. Through a bloody nose and determined eyes he replied, "My turn."

And thus, Fight Club commenced.

...

"The rules of Fight Club are as follows:

One, you do not talk about Fight Club.

Two, you DO NOT talk about Fight Club.

Three, someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.

Four, only two guys to a fight.

Five, one fight at a time.

Six, no shirts, no shoes.

Seven, fights will go on for as long as they have to.

Eight, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight."

Johnny walked around the circle of men who had gathered before him as he explained the rules of the club; a club which was held in Joon's basement- a restaurant with very few customers. Originally, Fight Club had been something between Johnny and Yuta, something small that would pass the time when they wanted to relieve some stress. It was merely playtime for the two and now it had branched into what it was today.

Yuta continued wrapping his hands in gauze from his last fight. Taeil from one of his previous support groups beat him nasty; blood dripping from the top of the Japanese boy's head as well as a giant cut along the underside of his wrist. It wasn't anything unusual, he had won of course, sending Taeil straight for the floor and knocking out a couple of his teeth. It wasn't the wound that stung, no. It was the jealousy that bubbled in his chest and made way for his throat. Fight Club was never supposed to be this. It should've been just him and Johnny.

"Man. I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose, or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war...our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rockstars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very very pissed off."

Johnny looked at each man once and then swiveled around and looked at them again. He held eye contact with each and every person so that his words were reaching them on every level possible. He wanted them to feel. To feel the pain of the unforgiving world and the passion for Fight Club. He wanted everyone to praise his words like the Bible and for them to go home later that night with a sense of enlightenment. He wanted Fight Club to be burned into the brains and the skin of these men.

But I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

Yuta barred his teeth from where he was sitting. Johnny had a way with words. Even if he was pissed from their earlier conversation with you in the house, he wasn't showing it. Johnny had stripped him of anger towards himself and provided him with anger towards the movement. Yuta was going to make the best of this club- watching humanity's downfall while he sat from his throne looking out towards everyone's anguish. That was where he belonged, Yuta thought. Not in some corporate office building fetching papers for his boss.

He thought back to his life before Johnny. How he would work his 5-9 job in some shitty little office building with shitty little people with shitty little egos. He remembered what a horrible insomniac he was, sleeping a total of one hour a night- if he was lucky. He remembered going to his support groups just to feel something. To cry on the shoulders of others who were going through unimaginable pain as he cried from his position of perfect health. It was all an effort to sleep at night until he realized that he was spending his days in pain and inflicting pain on others. And he was addicted to it.

You had walked into one of his regular support groups on a Saturday; one of the founders of said group griping about the fact he'd lost his balls to testicular cancer and sobbing up on the rickety podium. You had caught his eye that day- and not just because you were a woman walking into a support group for men with non-functional penises. It was because of the first words to come out of your mouth:

"This is cancer, right?"

You were his downfall. You ruined everything at first. Because you had shown up to his daily pain sessions, he was no longer the black sheep of the group- the only one who was healthy out of a room of dying people. Sure, you were dying, but that was because of the shitty drugs you put into your body and the cigarette that was always hanging out of your mouth. But Yuta realized that his feelings of hatred were actually ones of intense sexual desire.

He'd fucked you later that night anyways.

Or at least, he dreamt about it.

"Who's first?" Johnny asked to no one in particular, awaiting a response from one of the eager men around. This snapped Yuta out of his daze as he looked down at his hands. The gauze was wrapped too tight (probably a direct result of his previous thoughts) and the blood was seeping through the makeshift bandage. Oh well, at least he'd shown Taeil who's club it really was.

The first to agree on fighting was a scrawny looking boy with red and white hair. An odd color combination, but Yuta guessed it framed his face nicely. He had a bunch of piercings along his ear and a determined look on his face. A slight grin showed his confidence as the boy took his shirt off and loosened up his belt.

On the other side of the "ring," there was another boy that radiated an equal amount of confidence but looked a bit skeptical as his eyes landed on the others around the dank basement. He too, removed pieces of his clothing and slicked his blonde hair back from his face.

"Alright, first victims are Taeyong and Hendery. Knock yourselves out.....literally."

Johnny stepped away from them as they collided with one another, blood already dripping from the eyebrow piercing on Hendery's face and a crack coming from Taeyong's finger. Despite this, the boys looked more fiery than ever before as they tackled one another to the ground, ripping out each other's hair and punching each other wherever they could reach. A quick sharp kick to Hendery's groin left him falling to the ground where the other boy found his footing and beat him to a pulp. Not the first fight that ended up in two broken noses, but definitely the first fight to bring this many people together.

And with Taeyong's win, Yuta followed Johnny back home to the abandoned neighborhood they stayed in.

...

Again, it was another night of Yuta lying restless as he listened to your moans coming through the wall separating him and Johnny. Once you had met Johnny all it took was a promise of a new carton of cigarettes to go up to the bedroom with him. This wasn't anything new to Yuta (who did have a crush on you, he was just too afraid to admit it) who heard it every hour of every day; he wondered if you two ever grew bored of slamming the headboard against the wall.

Yuta figured the only thing he could really do in this situation was to go downstairs to the rotting kitchen and make himself a sandwich out of condiments stolen from Joon's and a couple leftover banana peppers from the night before. He pulled his robe over his shoulders and made his way down the decaying hardwood stairs of the mildewed house, making sure not to step on the soggiest part of the floor.

It was cold, but it felt nice after sweating in his blanket just a few minutes before. He opened the door to the fridge and found the pickles as well as the condiments, but his eyes stopped when he spotted some of Johnny's "lab equipment" which consisted of homemade explosives and torture mechanisms. Why they were in the fridge, Yuta didn't know, but he presumed Johnny had a reason. Just as long as he didn't find any Lye in his sandwich.

After making the shittiest thing Yuta had ever eaten in his life (which is saying a lot because he's accidentally eaten literal shit) he made his way upstairs, past the banister and the bathroom with the lonesome bathtub. He was just about to pass Johnny's room when he realized that it had been quiet. For a minute and a half.

Slowly, he opened the door and BANG Johnny walked straight into him wearing nothing but a robe.

"The fuck you doing man? Hey- is that the ketchup I stole from Joon's?"

"Ah shit! Uh I was just making a sandwich is all," he stammered out as he just about dropped the plate. He wasn't going to admit to Johnny that he was looking to see what had gone on with their sexcapade since he'd had a pleasant couple of seconds to himself for the first time since your and Johnny's introduction.

"Hey! I found the cigarettes."

You were high off your ass as you rolled around in Johnny's horribly stained bedsheets, waiting for whatever the holdup was at the door. "Y'all want some?"

"No thanks, Sylvia Plath."

...

Day two of Fight Club commenced in Joon's basement on a spectacularly cold Thursday, when Yuta was supposed to be at work. Instead, he was sitting on one of the empty barrels by the back of the room, watching everything happen before him. Fight Club wasn't just Fight Club anymore. This pain was all normal. It was expected. It wasn't anything different or new like the support groups Yuta had found solace in when he was an insomniac. He could feel the night of restlessness before him.

"Alright men, get your shit together. Today we have someone new joining our group. And, as the rules state, if it's your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight."

Johnny paced the circle of men, gripping onto the loops of his belt to make him look like more of the leader and less of a member. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a ponytail and his muscles were on full display; curtesy of his white slim-fit tee. Yuta would have to agree with you on one thing- Johnny was sexy as fuck. He was a confident bastard, but he understood why you liked someone like him. He was more than Yuta ever could be.

"On one side we have Jaehyun, an undefeated member of our group- not counting me of course."

This granted a couple of chuckles from the back as Yuta waited in anticipation for the newest member to be announced.

"Welcome, Xiaojun. Hope you find happiness getting your brains knocked out in a basement this small."

And standing before Yuta was Xiaojun, a former applicant of the testicular cancer support group, someone whom he had cried on as he wistfully remembered the days before meeting Johnny on a plane (That was a lot to cover into one fanfiction, but if you've seen the movie you'd know what I'm talking about). The days where pain wasn't measured by the amount of people feeling it, and instead was something to pass the time.

The blonde haired boy walked up to Jaehyun and smiled. It wasn't a 'Oh it's so nice to be here I can't wait to fight!' type smile. No, this smile was nothing more than pure malice.

Xiaojun was taking Jaehyun down. Yuta knew it for fact.

"Alright, have at it."

With Johnny's approval, Jaehyun launched for the boy, one arm balled into a fist and the other ready to strike a blow to the stomach. However, Xiaojun cut right across his ribcage and managed to dodge the blow, that shit-eating grin never once leaving his face.

"Ah fuck," Jaehyun clutched his chest as he doubled over in pain. Not allowing for the opponent to get too far though, he got back up on his feet and positioned himself so that he would be ready for another punch.

Jaehyun went in again, this time he was aiming lower to serve as an uppercut, payback for what the fast guy he went against did on his last move. He just about hit Xiaojun when Xiao ducked and rolled along the floor knocking Jaehyun from his position. Jaehyun was on the ground and was pinned there. Now all that was left was the final blow.

Yuta could hear one of the people in the circle mumble "fatality" in reference to Mortal Kombat as Xiaojun beat the shit out of this guy. Blood was going everywhere, nose was most definitely broken, his seemingly perfect face was now most definitely bruised. Hell, this guy would be lucky to even have a few teeth left from what Yuta could gather as he was positioned farther outside of the circle.

"Hey. HEY! RULE THREE BITCHASS!" Johnny's voice brought everyone back down to earth as they realized 'holy shit, Jaehyun is on his way out,' and they scrambled to help him off the floor. Knocked unconscious and bleeding from almost every orifice (except his ass), laid Jaehyun, once a fearless champion amongst the crowd now a bird with clipped wings.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

Yuta caught a glimpse of Xiaojun, seemingly in perfect condition and a clam expression on his face. His eyes were the same though, the same as Johnny's. He was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

...

You couldn't say you were surprised in the least amount with Johnny's sudden outburst. All you had done was talk to him about his selfish ways; and he most definitely was being selfish- one minute he'd be sweet talking you and explaining how you mean the world to him, to changing every topic you brought up and acting like a cocky arrogant asshole. You figured it had something to do with his new "support group" and that Fight Club had left him bipolar. Even the nights you spent fucking him to no end had no resolve on his character and you were starting to grow annoyed with his sudden change of demeanor.

You rolled out of Johnny's bed and made way for the kitchen downstairs. At least most of the men were at Joon's, so you have the house to yourself and Johnny. That's how it usually was anyways. And that's when it hit you: the dress you'd bought a while ago was still upstairs! Maybe you could use it to sway Johnny into a better mood?

Running back to Johnny's room, you slipped on the semi-pink, alcohol stained wedding dress (or what was left of it) over your body frame and took a look in the mirror.

"Huh, not bad."

You had bought the dress because you liked it, of course, not because you originally had the intentions you do now. You didn't usually give a fuck when it came to the opinions of men, so why did his matter so much to you? You frizzled up your hair and rain your hands through the mess and popped an Adderall in your mouth. Hey, you needed something to get by for the day.

You found yourself downstairs, another cigarette in your mouth and a jacket around the exposed sections of your collarbone. Your feet still bare, you entered the dining room that was full of "Johnny's experiments" and you twirled a bit upon finding Johnny sitting in the chair by the table.

"Well," you said, "Do you like it?"

"What am I looking at?"

"The dress, idiot. Do you like the dress?"

He sat there in confusion for minute before he responded with a simple "It's okay."

Why does he always do this? You wondered. He would show you a sweet and loving side to him and then he'd act all coy and nonchalant as if nothing you said had any impact on him. Did he pretend to love you just to fuck you? Did he care about you just so he could have his way with you in bed?

"I got it for a dollar. Imagine- someone bought this dress with the intention that it would be worn on the most important day of their lives. And now, I'm wearing it as business casual."

He ignored you again, sipping on that blasted cup of coffee and looking through ads in the news. His hair was pushed back from his eyes and his brows were furrowed. He had no interest in anything you said.

"Goodbye," you said, and walked out.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Fuck him

...

(Part Two coming soon!!!!)

MASTERLIST:

I take requests! Above are the links to the fanfictions and below them are the characters I write for :) Enjoy! 💛🦐

BTS

Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin

TXT

Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu, Huening Kamal Kai, Kang Taehyun

NCT

Yuta Nakamoto, Johnny Seo, Hendery

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter

Bones And All

Lee

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Spiderman

TASM! Peter Parker

DUNE

Paul Atreides

Strangers From Hell

Seo Moon-Jo

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson

Celebrities

Brad Pitt

Mads Mikkelsen

TXT Boyfriend Headcannons

Coming out to the boys as Transgender FTM

TXT X MALE READER

Warnings: Accidental misgendering, slight angst, a lot of fluff

Summary: You've finally come to terms with the fact that you were born in the wrong body. You've been wanting to tell your boyfriend that you want to transition, but you're scared of his reaction.

Yeonjun

He knew something had been bothering you for a while way before you had the balls to tell him

(literally)

You had sauntered into his bedroom later in the night, after you had gotten done practicing with work for the day and you had instantly went for cuddles

Usually this meant that something was wrong and that your mood was off, to which Yeonjun would "cuddle the sad out of you" and his comfort would be enough to wipe your worries away

But tonight, it seemed different and his cuddles deemed ineffective

"Baby, what's wrong? You've been avoiding me all day and now my cuddles aren't even enough to make you happy"

Yeonjun looks down at you and his heart breaks when he sees your eyes well up with tears

"Y-Yeonjunnie, you s-said that you'd love m-me no matter what right?"

Now he is VERY confused

"SHIT (Y/N), Are you pregnant??????"

This actually makes you laugh and you reply with "No obviously not."

Yeonjun's racing heart calms down a little

"Yeonjunnie. I think I was born in the wrong body."

Yeonjun was even more confused now, reaching out to grab your hand and saying a few words trying to comfort you, thinking it was your body dysmorphia flaring up again. Only to find out... It wasn't.

"Yeonjun. I'm a boy."

Why would you be so afraid to tell him that? He doesn't understand why you'd be so scared, did he make you feel as though you had to hide from him?

He hugs you with a tight and loving embrace

"And you're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for."

Soobin

You had been weird all week.

Avoiding swimming with the members after practice, watching the things you eat, hiding out in your room and wearing abnormally large hoodies

Soobin was nervous that these were the signs you were depressed

So he went to the store on his way home from vocal coaching and he picked you up some flowers and a Brisk half and half, your favorite

He dramatically walks into your room with a "Babe, Look what I have for youuuuuuu"

And to his surprise, he finds you standing in front of a mirror, your chest taped down and your hair up out of your face

"Soobs, what the hell?"

His smile falters as he takes in your tear-streaked face and he runs to hug you which makes you jump

"I'm sorry, I should've knocked. How long have you been keeping this from me?"

Soobin is really smart when it comes to these things. He's very intuitive with people's feelings and he's done lots of research regarding the LGBTQ since he recently discovered he identified in the bisexual area

Which was good for you, because Soobin took your arms and held them up to his face

"What are you doing?"

"Having my boyfriend caress my face, now it's time for our nightly movie and I want to kiss you while you drink your brisk tea I got you

You were so overwhelmed with love, that your next response was delayed

"Wait wait wait wait wait you got me brisk tea???!? The half and half?!?!?"

"That's the one"

Beomgyu

He had found out by snooping through your shared closet one day

'whats this?'

He pulls out one of your binders, hidden under a bunch of clothes on the floor

"(Y/N), what kind of bra is this?"

He asks you as a joke, but you just about had a heart attack then and there

"Give me that." You ripped it from his hands, leaving him drunk dazed and confused

"What's wrong?" He touches your shoulder and leans down to put his chin in the crevice if your collarbone as he usually does "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Beomgyu's words of kindness bring you back down from your cloud of anger and you reach out to pet his hair

"Gyu, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just- I've been keeping something from you for a while and I've been nervous for your reaction."

Beomgyu listens intently as you tell him about your gender dysphoria and how scared you've been to open up to him or any of the other members

He pulls you into a hug

"You'll always be my little squish, whether you're a girl or a guy I'd still love to make out over Applebee's"

You knew this was Beomgyu's way of showing affection so you went with it and hugged him so tight you thought your arms would fall off

"Thank you, Gyu."

Taehyun

"Darlingggggg when will you come swimming with us?"

Taehyun had asked you this same question for the past couple of weeks, but you keep putting him off, telling him that you're busy or you're not feeling well

In all actuality, it was the fact that you were inexperienced with wearing a binder in the water and you didn't want to force yourself into a bikini for the sake of your boyfriend being pleased

You have yet to come out to him about being trans, and Everytime you tried to have that conversation he had been busy or the timing wasn't right

But you were both in his car, Chase Atlantic playing softly on the stereo as Taehyun drove you to your favorite ramen shop. He promised you ramen if you were to go swimming, which you accepted with hopes you'd be able to have the conversation tonight

As you walked in, you were met with the delicious smell of egg rolls and ramune, and you found your way to a seat in the back

You had just ordered your food when you caught Taehyun staring right at you, seemingly looking through your eyes into your soul

"What're you doing?" You asked as he stared some more

"Looking at my darling, the most beautiful girl in the world."

And there it was, the source of your upcoming panic attack. Yeonjun knew about your situation so he used your correct pronouns without problem. In fact, all the boys were trying to use your new pronouns and you were surprised that Taehyun had yet to ask you what you preferred

"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom."

You got up from your chair and headed straight for the ladies room (you weren't comfortable with the men's restroom just yet) and you locked yourself in a stall to calm your panic attack

Twenty minutes go by and Taehyun gets nervous, so he goes to check on you

"(Y/N), is everything okay in there?"

Seeing no one, he walks into the bathroom to find you crying on the ground

"Darling? Darling what's wrong?"

"I-I'm not a girl..."

Sudden realization dawns on him as he realizes why the other members had acted so weird earlier when he brought you up and said how beautiful you were

"Darling, hey I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't know, I'm madly in love with you, even if I have the pleasure of calling you my boyfriend now instead of my girlfriend"

"Really? You still love me even though I'm not a girl anymore?"

"Of course." He gave you the biggest hug and ruffled your hair, feeling your heartbeat calm with his presence.

Taehyun held you as close to him as he could and whispered loud enough that you could hear; "You're the most handsome boy in the world and it's a pleasure to be with you."

Hueningkai

He knew

He saw it in the way you tried to wear all of his baggy clothes and with the way you started carrying yourself. You were always talking with Beomgyu about something, staying at his place late nights for your talks and Hyuka knew where this was headed

You were taking secret ninja classes and Beomgyu was your instructor

He was waiting for you to come up to him about it though, of course. He couldn't risk the idea of you knowing his awareness of your secret life, it wasn't the ninja way

So when you sat him down at the table to talk one night while you were eating rice, he could barely contain his excitement

"Hyuka, I have something to tell you. I understand if you won't have feelings for me anymore after this, but I have to tell you in order for me to truly open up about being myself"

At this point, he was practically bouncing

"I-I'm trans"

What did that mean? He stopped being all giddy as he lets it sink in what you told him. Trans? So you weren't a ninja?

Disappointment clearly crossed his face, and you were ready for him to tell you the bad news of 'Im sorry (Y/N)' or 'I'm straight.' Thousands of thoughts ran through your head and you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. Just then-

"So you're not a ninja?"

Uhm what?

"What are you talking about Hyuka?"

"All my hoodies you stole, it was because you were trying to hide your chest and not your identity?"

You laughed so hard and for so long that you couldn't breathe and eventually Hyuka joined in

"I knew you were my boyfriend, I just thought that Beomgyu was your secret ninja instructor or something." Kai held onto your waist as he gave you a hug from behind, kissing the side of your cheek and smiling into your neck.

At this, you laughed again at Kai's misunderstanding and you kissed him back

"The first rule of being a ninja is not telling anyone your secret identity. If I were a ninja, I would have failed by now." You said, playing with his hair

"This is why I love you. Wanna watch Surf Ninjas?"

"Hell yeah"

(sorry for the random ENHYPEN reference in Beomgyu's story)

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I’m sure many are affected by the news we’ve received as of late. This does hurt, if you did not know this person that’s okay as well. The event has been occurring time and time again with people of all sides. I’m sure you can relate to a time of mental challenge. Maybe you’re going through them right now. Reach out! It’s okay. We must prevent this from happening, for the sake of all. Young children to tend to young adults and adults to older adults. From people struggling in school or career or their marriage/ relationship or with themselves. We have so much power at the tip of our fingers. Use it in a good way. I hope this message is reached by many more.

😁*smile through the pain*

Im so late but have you see this 😭

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