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Get Hitched | Lee Donghyuk (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuk (Haechan) x Reader

Summary: You ask your ex Haechan to help you buy a wedding cake. It won’t be awkward… right?

Genre: Ex-fiancee!Haechan, Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif: @baekonbaek​

It was 6pm, and you and Haechan were the last ones left in the high school staff room.

“Hey, Haechan?” You slung on your sidebag. 

“Y/n?” Your fellow English teacher and closest friend flashed you a dazzling smile. His long, chocolate lashes brushed against his circle glasses.

 Your throat went tight. After everything you’d done to him, Haechan still had a smile for you.  

“So, imagine that you were in charge of choosing your friend’s wedding cake. Only… you knew nothing about baking.” You put on your cutest puppy-eyes. 

Haechan’s smirked. “This is all hypothetical, of course.”

“Right! Hypothetically… the wedding was in three days, and all these words were being thrown around like ‘ganache’ and ‘marzipan’ and you were kinda freaking out! And… I hope you know this is not hypothetical by now!” 

You had to steady yourself on a locker. 

Haechan crossed his arms, pouting. “First, breathe – you’re not breathing,” he ordered.

You reminded yourself to suck in air.

“Then, hypothetically, I would be happy to come and pick a cake for you,” Haechan allowed.  

“Yes!” Unthinkingly, you jumped up, and hugged Haechan tight. His body was solid and comforting under your grasp. You realised you were inhaling the scent of his woollen jumper – and quickly flinched back. 

“Sorry, – uh – I wasn’t thinking,” you apologised, eyes looking anywhere but at him. 

Haechan placed his hands firmly on your arms, and looked you in the eye. “Y/n, it’s fine. You don’t have to protect me. I’m over it.” His caramel voice was steady, but you felt his fingers trembling. 

Your eyes were wide. “Yes, me too. What happened between us is like, ancient history.”

But then, your eyes flickered over to the place in the hallway that had haunted you for three months. Just there, in front of your English classroom, you broke a heart. 

That was where Haechan had proposed. 

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Cupid’s Kiss

Pairing: Cupid! Park Jisung x Gender Neutral! Reader

Genre: Fluff, smidge of angst?, Cupid! Jisung

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1800+

Notes: This was a request :) I wasn’t sure if you wanted gender neutral or not, or if you wanted anything specific with Cupid! Jisung, but this is what I ended up with! I hope you like it and enjoy since this was quite fun and a nice prompt to try and get out of this writers block,,

Jisung peeks around the side of his menu, watching you take another sip of water from your cup. This is probably the 5th blind date he’s set you up on, but every single one has failed. When you turn in his direction, he immediately hides behind the menu again, only looking around when he’s sure you’ve looked away.

“Gosh, why are you so hard to deal with?!” He’s whispering to himself while pulling out his phone, finding the app he needs to shoot another arrow at you. Jisung watches the screen, guiding the small arrow along until it’s about to hit your neck. He hesitates only for a moment before letting it pierce your skin, looking up just in time to see you swat at the same spot.

“Are there mosquitoes in here or something?” Your voice is faint from where he is, but the slight dilation of your eyes and the shimmer that’s supposed to happen doesn’t, making Jisung groan again. He lets his head fall into his arms, softly banging his forehead against his crossed arms before peeking over at you again, only to find that you’re gone.

“Hey, what are you doing? I thought you said you weren’t going to spy on me this time?” Jisung jumps from his seat, pushing his glasses up and straightening his clothes as you laugh at him.

“I came to spy on you since you said you’d give this guy a chance! What happened with Soobin?” You sigh, pulling the seat across from Jisung out.

“He was sweet, a really nice guy, but just… I didn’t feel anything with him. You don’t have to keep setting me up on dates you know.” Silence ensues as Jisung leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

“I know, I just want to see you happy though.” You purse your lips, glaring at him with a slightly annoyed expression.

“I’m perfectly fine right now, thank you very much,” You pause, “especially since you make me happy too.” Jisung wills the heat in his cheeks to stay back, the waitress with his drink saving him the trouble.

“Thank you! For my, uh, hot chocolate and cake?” You raise a brow, watching the worker smile at Jisung and slip a paper on the table beside his plate.

“It’s on the house, my number too.” She’s not even out of earshot when you fake gag, giving her a sarcastic smile when she turns to glare at you.

“Let’s just go, ok?” You stand before Jisung can say otherwise, hurrying after you while grabbing his drink and taking a large bite out of the cake.

“Wait-!” He starts coughing, quickly hitting his chest in an attempt to clear his throat.

“Your legs are long, you’ll catch up just fine!” You can hear Jisung whine, but you refuse to turn around and instead continue speed walking back to your house. You’re still a bit irked, both because of Jisung setting you up on another date and now that waitress from the cafe. It hurts, if you’re being honest, having Jisung continuously try to get you to date someone when you like him, and that girl only added fuel to the fire as a reminder that you’re definitely not the only one.

“Are you mad?” Jisung’s timid voice snaps you out of your thoughts, making you feel guilty for a split second before you remember you’re annoyed at him.

“No, just a bit annoyed. I’m still not sure why you keep trying to set me up with all these guys.” You give him glare before stepping up into your apartment building.

“I already told you, I want you to be happy, you know?” He doesn’t sound very confident though, so you roll your eyes and jab the up bottom for the elevator.

“And who are you to decide that? You’re not responsible for finding someone for me to love!” Jisung mumbles something underneath his breath, but you don’t quite catch it and grow more irritated, hitting your floor number so hard Jisung snaps his head up to look at you in concern.

“Look, I’m sorry, ok? Can you maybe go on just one more date? Then I’ll be out of your hair, I promise!” You don’t answer him, walking out of the elevator when it opens to head towards your door. You type in the number key angrily, not even holding it open for Jisung so that it closes in his face. While he’s hurriedly typing in the code too, you’re in the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water.

“Is your silence a yes or no?” Jisung shouts once he finally gets the door open, trotting in after you with a nervous expression.

“It’s a no! How many people do I need to reject for you to get the hint? I’m not going to date any of them!” You slam your cup down on the counter, paying no mind to the water that sloshes out.

“Ok, ok, you don’t have to be so mad… You think I want to keep doing this? It’s not my fault that-!” Jisung cuts himself off, eyes widening.

“It’s not my fault that… Jaemin! Jaemin keeps telling me to help you since we’ve been friends for so long!” You can clearly tell Jisung is lying, so you narrow your eyes at him with one hand on your hip.

“Tell me the truth, Sung. I’ve known you for longer than either of us can remember, I’ll know when you’re lying.” He seems to cower under your glare, avoiding your gaze before you take a step towards him.

“I’m not supposed to tell you, I’m-!” You lunge for him, just barely missing the material of his hoodie before chasing him around your apartment.

“Out with it, come on! I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other!” You round the corner of the table, fingers ghosting Jisung’s arm before he darts away again.

“This is the only secret I have, I promise!” Jisung glances back at you, yelping when you’re right on his tail.

“Ok, so tell me! I don’t have any secret-!” A shrill scream escapes your lips when you slip on the wood flooring and fall forwards, letting out a groan of pain.

“Are you ok?!” Jisung kneels in front of you, hands hovering over your body like he doesn’t know what to do.

“Just peachy… But I’d be better if you told me what you’re keeping from me. You know I wouldn’t tell anyone.” You sit up and watch Jisung ponder your words, his cheeks puffed up and eyebrows furrowed as he hesitates.

“Ok… I’ll tell you. But you can’t tell anyone! Nobody at all!” You nod eagerly, sitting up straighter as Jisung sits cross legged across from you.

“I’m like a Cupid.” Is all he says, no other explanation given as you look at him in confusion.

“That… Makes no sense, do you think I’m dumb? What are you really not telling me?” Jisung groans, ruffling his hair.

“I’m serious! I wasn’t always one, but it kind of runs in my family? When I turned 18 is when they told me, and I was assigned to help you find someone only two months ago!” You still don’t believe his story, getting up to walk away in disappointment.

“If you were going to lie, at least make it believable.”

“I’m not lying! That’s why I’ve been trying to set you up and follow you every time, I have to be able to see you to shoot the arrow. When you thought a mosquito bit you earlier, it was because of me!” You try to think back on all the times you’d felt a prick during your blind dates, crossing your arms and turning to look at him.

“Ok, then what are your arrows? Prove it to me!” Jisung pulls out his phone and opens an app, pointing to his screen with determination.

“I use the screen to guide the arrow, but only Cupid’s can physically see it. If I prick you with it, you’ll start to fall in love with whoever you’re supposed to be set up with. Here, I’ll even poke you and prove my point. They never seem to work on you for some reason though…” You wait for the feeling of being bit by a bug, staring at your arm when it feels a poke.

“See, it never works! Your eyes are supposed to dilate and...” Jisung trails off, watching your eyes dilate slightly and shimmer over briefly before you blink, looking at him with a raised brow.

“I don’t think it worked, I feel the same.” You watch panic start to set in, his hands waving frantically.

“But it did! You did exactly what was supposed to happen, except it was directed at me. This wasn’t supposed to happen, mom and dad are going to kill and think I was being selfish now!” Jisung continues to ramble, but his last words have piqued your interest.

“What do you mean by being selfish?” He stops mid sentence, blinking in shock.

“I didn’t say that…” A smile starts to tug at your lips, your head tilting.

“Do you like me Jisung?” He shakes his head no, but the bright red that starts to blossom across his cheeks says otherwise.

“No, I don’t! I mean, I like you, but I don’t like like you-.”

“I don’t need a Cupid’s arrow to make me fall in love when I already love you.” You watch him stare at you with wide eyes, realization sinking in when he processes your words.

“You love me?” You nod, smile growing wider when he seems to look relieved.

“Oh, thank god... I’ve been pining ever since middle school.” Jisung’s hands shoot over his mouth, trying to hide his face out of embarrassment.

“You liked me first?” Your voice has a twinge of amusement as you step forward to pull his hands away from his face, Jisung pouting at you.

“Ok, so what if I liked you first?” He’s sulking, but it only makes you coo at him.

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend then? Will that make you feel better?” You laugh when Jisung nods without a word, wrapping his arms around you to bury his face into the crook of your neck.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to ask that.” You say happily, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple with a soft laugh.

“Yeah, I think I do… Except I wanted to ask you.” Jisung pulls away at that, looking down at you with a gentle gaze before asking.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” You giggle, nodding and pulling him forward for a kiss.

“Of course you can.” You murmur against his lips, feeling him smile before he wraps you in another warm hug

[04:30] na jaemin + 써 by ideadead

jaemin had tried his best to ignore it. like for real.

whether it be scribbling in his notebook, staring back to his laptop and trying to read the contents from it, playing with the google chrome dinosaur; he has done it all. although none of it made little to no sense anymore—for he always finds himself staring back at you; his head propped on an elbow, eyes laced with nothing but pure adoration.

at this point, he had given up. he’s certain you’ve caught him plenty of times enough for you to give him your attention.

and it seems like it does the trick.

you sigh, you took one of your earphones off before you stare back at him across the table. “jaem, do you need something? you’ve been staring too much.”

you could only wonder why is he doing that other than do his own homework: a thing that is inarguably worthy of his attention than you. 

“do it again.” he said.

“do what, na?”

“sing for me.”

and oh boy, did his heart swell from the sight of your heat-up cheeks and furrowed eyebrows. you’re so damn cute jaemin wants to kiss you on sight.

“what...are you stupid?”

“i probably am, will you sing for me now?”

only you could make his own world stop even if you didn’t meant to. well, although he’s not blaming you–sometimes he just wants to hold you accountable for it.

“was it an akmu song? say, you really know what i like, huh?” a sly smile spread his lips.

he might act stupid around you all the time, but he’s not real dumb. it was small and barely noticeable, however, the fact that he is all ears for you every single time–quite literally–was enough for him to hear it. 

“i wasn’t singing for you!”

gotcha. “so, you were singing!” he said, enthusiasm in his voice evident.

everyday you learn something. today, na jaemin, learned that the person he likes has the lips of an angel. so, his best friend, donghyuck, wasn’t lying when he said that you can actually sing, huh?

holy hell, he’s certain that it would forever be engraved in his mind.

the strings of tones and melodies coming from your lips was enough to put him in reverie. it was lovely, and he wished you’d never stop because jaemin wouldn’t mind getting lost to it.

[11:56]

“Donghyuck,” Renjun spoke, stuffing another piece of sushi into his mouth, “Who are you texting?”

The said boy looked up from his phone fast enough to break his neck, wide-eyed and stuttering. “Why?” Donghyuck looked at the three boys in front of him, “It’s none of your business.”

“You’ve been grinning like a six year old girl for half an hour straight. Who is she?”

Donghyuck glared up at Jaemin, who simply grinned and made kissy faces at him. “Its Y/N, okay? I asked her out last week.”

“And you didn’t tell us?” It was Jeno’s turn to get nosy, “How was the date?”

“We’re going out again tonight.”

Hoots and hollers erupted from the table, and Donghyuck could do nothing but gush and grin at the thought of it again.

The boys grew silent as they saw you walk into the hall with your friends. You instantly looked at his table, grinning wide and sending him a wave. Your friends replicated what Donghyuck’s had just done minutes ago, and you pushed them into the queue for your food, still grinning and occasionally looking at his table.

Donghyuck simply turned around, looking back at his friends. “She’s great.”

peachy-yoonoh

oh mr. lee, will you teach me how to french kiss?

pairing | lee donghyuck x reader (female)

genre | fluff, humor, high school!au, friends-to-lovers!au

synopsis | when you break up with your boyfriend after finding out you don’t know how to french kiss, your best friend offers a rather tempting offer.

warnings | swearing, suggestive (one heated makeout), some sexual innuendos/jokes, mentions of insecurities

word count | 10.6k 

notes from vee | here it is! i spent most of this month working on this fic completely out of nowhere, it was unplanned but i’m generally happy with how it turned out (this is also the longest fic i’ve posted on here…please don’t be scared by the length). also i thought that i would add the fact that y/n calls hyuck ‘mr. lee’ (as a joke) sometimes, which is where the title comes from. and just a fair warning that donghyuck and y/n are legitimately the only characters in this entire fic, though others are mentioned often. enjoy and please leave feedback!! <3

“So you’re telling me that you’ve never kissed someone before.”

You sigh deeply at Donghyuck’s voice deadpanning over the phone, thinking it was socially acceptable to throw yourself at him for trying to undermine you. But talking to your best friend merely four hours before school starts isn’t the smoothest move, but you can’t help but voice out the thoughts that were nagging at you the entire day and night. Letting your best friend know about your smooching situations is worse, considering the slander you’re currently facing, and you’re slowly starting to regret even talking to him in the first place.

“Oh shut up,” you mutter back, making yourself comfortable in your bed. Tossing to your side, you hold the microphone end of your phone to your mouth. “And did you even listen? I didn’t say I’ve never kissed anyone before, I just said I haven’t—”

“—kissed anyone,” he finishes with a snarky laugh, one that you’re familiar with from the day he mentioned to the entire classroom that you two finished each other’s sentences. “A kiss without tongue is literally not a kiss, Y/N, I thought everyone knew this.”

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《2:21am》 - Sungchan

The dormitory was quiet and dark as everyone fell into a deep slumber, their bodies giving into the exhaustion they had endured through the past few months of gruelling practice and recordings.

With the recent debut of NCT 2020, the group could only anticipate a far busier schedule in the coming days and although previously, they had been prone to late nights, it was now a rare sight to see anyone up past 2 in the morning. Yet, there was a dull glow of light emitted from a far corner in the room, hidden from the sleeping figures. 

Sungchan stared at his phone, the light illuminating his face as he flopped to his side and away from the rest. Huddled in his bed, he should be comfortable yet in his heart, he was anything but that. The anxiety and anticipation coursing through his veins were unreal as he held on shakily onto his phone.

It has been about 8 hours since the release of ‘Misfit’, the very first NCT music video he actually featured in. Although the internet was flooded with praise about his performance, Sungchan was only hanging on to a certain’s someone’s opinions.

Yours.

Why hadn’t you replied? Did you not like it? But you said you were looking forward to it!

He pouted sadly as he watched the seconds tick by. Maybe you had forgotten about his debut. 

Just as he was about to turn in for bed, his phone pinged with a notification which shocked him so suddenly that he almost fell off his bed.

I’m sorry this is so late but I just watched the ‘Misfit’ music video! It was so amazing, you looked really handsome and cool! I’m proud of you, Sungchan! 💖💖

“Y/N LIKED IT!” He couldn’t help but scream, the joy exploding within him, rousing the sleepy groans of the other members in the room.

“We know you’re whipped for y/n, we all do but could you maybe take this outside? Some of us actually need sleep.”

10:18PM — yukhei’s eyes are shining when he spots your waiting figure backstage, adrenaline still running through his veins as the fans cheer. when the lights turn down low and the staff are sure you aren’t in the crowd’s line of sight, he wastes no time in rushing towards you and sweeping you off your feet.

“oh my gosh,” yukhei breathes out shakily after twirling you around, hands cupping your cheeks and squishing your face lightly, “are you really here? is this you? how? you told me—“

“i came to watch the show,” you grin, placing your tiny hands over yukhei’s larger ones, “i was in the crowd, but baekhyun must’ve recognised me because he told some staff to bring me up backstage when i separated from the crowd to ‘go to the toilet’. so here i am.”

“b-but, you told me you couldn’t come because of school and work—“ he stammers, but you laugh.

“how could i miss my baby’s debut stage? i came for your other two, so why wouldn’t i now?”

yukhei stares at you for a few more moments, eyes wide as he takes in the fact that you were actually here. when he does, his face breaks out into the widest smile and he takes you in his arms again.

“i’m so glad you’re here,” he says, voice muffled from where his face is buried in your hair. you turn your head to kiss the side of his neck affectionately. “did i make you proud? was i good onstage?”

“it was amazing,” you assure him, smiling brightly when he pulls away, but only to kiss your lips with a giddy grin on his face, “you were amazing, always.”

Snack Run with a Snack༄ j.jh

↳ On your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. You’re a little peeved, but at least Jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

pairing: idol!jaehyun x camera operator!reader (feat. johnny, jungwoo & doyoung)

genre: fluff, comedy, co-workers to lovers

warning(s): expletives

word count: 3526 words

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: crush (souly had) ✧ mango love (shawn wasabi, satica) ✧ make you feel pretty (lovelytheband)

Request 39: Jaehyun x Staff!Reader during movie night where she’s an extrovert and is close to all of the members.

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Your fortnightly movie nights are always something you anticipate eagerly, no matter how frequent or repetitive they may be. It’s always nice being able to take a breather from the grievous monotony of your daily schedule to just kick back and—essentially—do nothing. You know the rest of the members cherish these ephemeral moments too, because despite all odds, they’ll valiantly try to show up and join you, or at the very least make an appearance. Once, Ten had even barged in, still with his extensions intact.

    To be fair, you’re not any better. When you heard that Jaehyun was participating the other day, you had dropped all other priorities just to come over. Safe to say, your roommate was not pleased seeing the state of the abandoned living room.

    Your vision sweeps the perimeter of the room. Usually, it’s packed to full capacity, but there are only four others here besides you today.

    “The glasses.” Doyoung purses his lips, planting his stare on a startled Jungwoo. “Where are the glasses? I thought I told you to get them?”

    Jungwoo smacks a hand to his mouth, the sound of skin against skin so loud that you wince on his behalf. “It totally slipped my mind. Honest to God. I got sidetracked.” He clasps your—an innocent bystander’s—shoulder with such force that you physically jolt forward. Jungwoo flashes you his signature million dollar smile.“Hey, could you be a dear and help me out? I still haven’t decided what movie we should watch tonight.”

    “Yeah, sure.” You grimace, already turning on your heel, mumbling, “You didn’t have to hit me.”

    “Thanks!” he calls after you. “And sorry!”

    His voice cuts through the hurried chattering between Jaehyun and Johnny which comes into earshot as you step into the kitchen. Their mouths move at the speed of bullet trains and Jaehyun’s hands flutter around his pensive face frantically. Maybe it’s the rose-tinted lenses, but the sight endears you. The slightest of chuckles escapes your lips at his delirium.

    Their bodies seize, their zealous conversation slipping into a steady silence.

    “What’s wrong?” you smirk. “Were you guys talking about me?”

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bodyguards and boyfriends [l.jn]

summary : sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard. 

pairing : jeno x female!reader (only because I mention that reader is wearing a dress. No pronouns used tho so if u aren’t a girl and don’t mind wearing dresses then u can read it as a self insert)

genre : bodyguard AU, fluff w/ a tiny bit of angst at the beginning of you squint hard enough

warnings : mentions of blood, swear words 

word count : ~ 1.11 k

request : jeno + bodyguard AU + “don’t be stubborn” + “tell me if it hurts, okay?”

author’s note : as always, thanks to jo (@dearyongs) for editing. dedicated to the anon that requested this lol. this doesn’t seem like fluff at the beginning but the end is so hopefully that’s okay!! i was feeling sad when i wrote this lol. also this is female reader because i wasn’t thinking when i wrote about the dress lol so hopefully that’s okay too! i mean i don’t use pronouns so it can be gender neutral if you want it to be. pls enjoy! ❤️

     "You’re bleeding.“ 

     "No shit." 

     Jeno glares down at you. The hard look on his face would have scared you if you didn’t already know that Jeno was just a samoyed in the body of a muscular and mean looking young adult. 

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WHY IS DEAR M ASKING THIS, THE FIRST CRUSH IS SINDONG MIDDLE SCHOOL JAEHYUN SUNBAENIM!!! jk BUt do y'all remember the letter jaehyun read and TURNS OUT TO BE A CONFESSION FOR HIM FROM SOMEONE FROM HIS MIDDLE SCHOOL I MEAN DEAR M IS BASICALLY JAEHYUN'S MIDDLE SCHOOL STORY LOL JK 😭

[9:18 pm] You softly let out a grunt as drunk Jisung placed you in his lap just to kiss you. His touch was gentle but he was being too clingy on you.

His lips tasted like alcohol as this was his first time drinking ever since he became an adult. His right hand gripped on your waist while his other was on your shoulder.

His already swollen lips on your swollen ones. Both melting into the kiss as the night progressed. Jisung bit your lips, only to receive a soft sound from you.

"My baby is so cute," he whispered before he planted a kiss on your collarbone. Both of your cheeks were red and you were sweating due to the sudden hotness of the room.

That's when you realized that drunk Jisung is your enemy but also a side you want to see again.

Suddenly, you flinched when someone hit Jisung's head. You pulled back and a pout appeared on his red swollen lips.

"YOU ARE A CHILD!" Jaemin and Renjun shouted.

A/n: no, this was not intended to sexualize Jisung. This is simply just making out and I don't want to sexualize the kid

rooftop fight | prologue.

“when the day comes, we will dress up in suits and start a fight on the top floor on a rainy day”

Thank you guys for all the love you have given me ever since i opened this account, im so thankful for all the support ive been reveiving. I promise to give you guys better fics to read!

Warnings: swearing and Jaemin being a hot prick??

Word count: 768

Pairing: Na Jaemin x reader (f)

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You and your best friend were currently setting each other up on a date with who you think will suit each other the best. You wanted to set her up with someone who was fun, handsome, has a great sense of humour, knows how to treat a woman, so you decided to set her up with a very close friend of yours called Jeno.

However, your best friend was setting you up with the worst person known to man - well technically he wasn’t the worst person in the world, you just unfortunately had a bad encounter with him and then the two of you had become enemies.

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Be My Girl?

» pairing: lee donghyuck x reader

» genre: sfw, fluff, slow burn(?)

» word count: 911

» warnings: talk of fwb relationship, reader being obivious to hyuck’s feelings, feelings

You had a strange relationship with Donghyuck, there wasn’t a clear indication that you were both exclusive to each other. It was never discussed, in all honesty. If you were to explain it to someone, they would automatically say you have a friends with benefits type of relationship but that crossed the line in more ways than one. You knew that lingering after meant some type of attachment to one another, but it was never spoken of. 

Many questions built up as months passed between the two of you, there have been many incidents that strangers would confuse you as a couple. It never phased Donghyuck whenever strangers came up and said that, he felt this pride deep within his chest and played it off, while it left you a flustered mess next to him. 

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neptune’s atlantis.

Never underestimate a lady.

pairing :: jung jaehyun x reader genre :: fluff, action / pirate au word count :: 3,099 words warnings :: mentions of blood author’s note :: due to @winetae asking me for a jaehyun fic for months and then a pirate au last night, this finally happened. my knowledge of pirates is limited to peter pan and potc, so this is not historically accurate ↳ originally titled: “argh ye a fine swashbucklin’ lad” / “the jeffery roger”

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for life

REQUEST | hello bree! i hope you’re having a nice day :) if it’s okay with you and if it’s possible, could you write a scenario out of a song lyric? if it is,here’s my favorite part of la vie en rose ‘c’est lui pour moi. moi pour lui dans la vie. il me l’a dit, l’a jure pour la vie.’ in advance, thank you. 💕

GENRE | angst with a happy ending, married!au

PAIRINGS | doyoung x reader

WORD COUNT | 1.0K

TEXT & WARNINGS | this is kind of rushed?? but i hope you’d like this dear anon. la vie en rose holds a special place in my heart as my late grandmother always sung this to me every night. enjoy!

it’s only him for me

and me for him, for life

he told me, he swore to me, for life.

the cold water runs through your body as you rinse off the lather of soap. you have been inside the bathroom for almost an hour after putting your daughter to bed, and decided that a long bath would let you release the stress you’ve been feeling these past few days. you and doyoung weren’t in the best phase of your life, everything wasn’t going on so well with your marriage. it’s been over three days since that happened and you haven’t talked or seen each other since.

it was hard, yes. balancing your work and raising a 5 year old wasn’t easy – even being married to a famous singer wasn’t easy. this commitment is filled with ups and downs, like a rollercoaster ride. marriage isn’t just about its joy, it also came with trials; you realized. marriage is built in trust, love and admiration. and most importantly – it’s about forgiveness and humility.

you wrapped yourself with a bathrobe as you finished drying your hair. you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t realize that doyoung was home. your daughter’s bedroom door was ajar as you saw doyoung sitting at the edge of her small bed as he ran his fingers through her beautiful long hair as he softly sang.

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Seasons Change // Jeno

Summary: You grew up with Jeno… You just didn’t realize how much your feelings changed along the way.

Pairing: Jeno x Y/N

Genre & Theme: Fluff, Nostalgia, Childhood, First Kiss.

Word count: 2,995

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The first time you met Jeno was when you were nine years old.

It was in a small park in Incheon, one that your parents let you go to with the aid of your older sister, Yerim. She would let you play on the equipment, keeping an eye on you as you scuffed around in the mulch while she, herself, mingled with a pretty girl her age with light violet hair.

It was interesting, to say the least.

He was just the boy from the other side of the neighborhood, at that point. A face you that hadn’t yet sunk into your memory. He liked to swing, he liked to pluck grass, and he enjoyed sitting under the yellow slide in the shade when it got too hot. That was the extent of your young knowledge.

It was just another summer day, and you were walking to the park holding Yerim’s hand. You played on your own, swinging on the swings next to the lanky mixed boy who lived in the house across from you when you heard a cry from under the yellow slide.

You jumped off the swing, little feet disturbing the mulch as you ran over to where the noise came from. It was the boy, the boy who liked to swing and pluck grass.

He had mulch and dirt across his lap, ruining his shorts. You looked around, grabbing onto a red support bar as you tried to find who could’ve upset him. A sniff rose in the air, bringing your attention back to the sitting boy.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, sitting down across from him.

He nodded, frowning as he wiped off his pants, “Yeah… I’m fine,” He glowered in the direction of two taller teenagers.

You followed his line of sight, seeing the two of them pushing each other jokingly as they laughed. The taller one nodded in your direction, pointing and smirking as your frowned at them, “They should apologize.”

“No-! It’s okay, you don’t-!” Jeno mumbled, trying to catch your hand as you pushed yourself off the ground and made you way over to the punks with an angry expression on your small face. The taller, and probably also the older one, raised an eyebrow.

“Apologize to him!”

Yerim looked on with a sigh, muttering, “There she goes again.”

The shorted boy snorted, “If he wanted us to apologize, then wouldn’t he be over here himself?”

“Who cares? Why are you so mean?” You whined, frown deepening. Yerim sighed, debating intervening. You flicked the boy in the chest, “Don’t kick dirt on people.”

The taller one stuck out his tongue, the muscle disappearing back behind his lips when he saw something behind you.

“Look who decided to come out of his hiding place,” he drew, “Coming to get your little girlfriend?”

Your face flushed red and tried to kick him in the shin, only to be pulled backwards by a soft hand. You stumbled, yelling, “I’m not little!”

Jeno held your wrist as he made you retreat, pulling you away from the tall, jeering boys. You still wanted to fight them, hurling out what little insults you knew. Eventually, you found yourself under the yellow slide once again, pouting.

“You didn’t have to do that,” He whispered, still holding your wrist. He let go when he realized you weren’t going to run over there and try to kick one of them in the shin again, “I can handle myself just fine.”

“Sure you can…”

He pursed his lips, “Jeno.”

“Sure, Jeno.” You sighed, “I’m Y/N. Wanna meet my sister?”

“Do I have a choice?” He sighed, tiling his head.

“Yes,” You said, but you already were dragging him over to Yerim, “It’s really warm today.”

Jeno agreed.

That afternoon, your sister took the two of you to a local shop and bought you frozen lemonade, all three of you siting on the street curb eating the cold sweet under the hot sun. Jeno had never tried it before, but quickly found out it was something he loved immensely. He slowly opened up to you, prompted gently by your older sister. You found out he went to a nearby all boys elementary school while you went to a co-ed school in the opposite direction.

You and Yerim brought him home where she and Jeno’s mom exchanged contacts and addresses. Jeno waved to you as you left, making your way down the sidewalk to where you lived, all the way across the neighborhood. You waved back, smiling at your newly found friend.

Fast-forward three years and the two of you still play together in the same park together, eating frozen lemonade when the both of your allowances let you or if one of your parents offered to buy it. He introduced you to his neighbor Jaemin, a taller boy with slightly lighter hair and cute cheeks. Jaemin went to your school, luckily. He wasn’t enrolled in the all-boys academy that Jeno was in.

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winter epiphany

paring ⇹ nct - lee donghyuck x reader

genre ⇹ fluff | angst | enemies to lovers!au | fake relationship!au

word count ⇹ 9k

summary ⇹ What would you do if you had to date the person you hated most? Fake it till you make it.

though the seasons ⇹ masterlist

To state it simply, you hated Lee Donghyuck. He was cocky and full of himself, never taking a second to care about the people around him. So, what if he was Student Council President? So, what if he beat you in the election? He was just a prick anyway.

You wished it was that easy to just forget about him. Though, from the moment you met him, back in the ninth grade, there had been a sense of competition between you. In everything, you found a way to make it into a test of each other.

It was funny because you used to be friends back then. Soon enough, he had a girlfriend, Rina, was her name, and you grew further apart. And soon enough you didn’t talk at all.

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NIGHT ONE; DRABBLE Copyright © 2020 sunhyuck

PAIRING | Na Jaemin x Reader GENRE | Fluff AU | Secret admirer!reader, Prom night TYPE | Drabble WC | 0.9k WARNINGS | none

KEI | happy jaemin day ;A; to my og (lmao bye hyuck) i hope he celebrated his special day well. dear nana stay beautiful mwah!

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PINK P💔WER — ピンクは最高の色です;;

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Hey do me a favor; reblog this if you are one or have no problem with older kpop fans like 25+

right where it hurts

[11.28 a.m.] “Y/N, I wanna arm wrestle with you!” Your classmate Jaemin says, pouting cutely.

“No,” you say firmly. You’re fully aware that beneath his lanky, unassuming exterior, Jaemin’s absolutely ripped and he’s more than capable of crushing you within an instant. 

“Please,” Jaemin begs, widening his doe eyes; a lethal blow to your frail heart indeed. “Just once! I’m really weak.” 

Bullshit. You roll your eyes and set your elbow on the table, holding out your hand to him in reluctant compliance. Jaemin breaks out into a wide grin and wraps his hand around yours. 

“Okay, start,” he says, and you channel every ounce of your strength, pushing Jaemin’s hand down hard towards the table. To your surprise, he barely makes any effort to resist, and his knuckles almost graze the table when he suddenly snaps out of it. With a flex of his muscle, he pushes your hand away from the table, and the tussle begins. 

You realize that you’re both caught in a deadlock, fists held in midair. This is puzzling. You know that Jaemin could easily defeat you if he wanted to, and when you raise your eyes from your hands to his face, you realize that he’s staring straight at you, a dreamy look in his eyes. 

“Na Jaemin, what are you doing? You’re not being serious at all. I don’t wanna play anymore,” you exclaim with an annoyed huff, tearing your hand away from his. 

“Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry! I just…” he trails off as you get up from your seat, just as your friend Jeno beckons you over. 

“I just wanted to hold your hand,” Jaemin mumbles to himself quietly, heart heavy with the weight of hidden feelings and an unspoken confession.

High School!Haechan

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When Haechan strutted into Chinese class with his hands in his pockets, earbuds shoved in, and backpack hanging off one shoulder, you had a terrible urge to smack him. Mina, one of the most popular girls in the class, immediately stood up and flocked around him with her friends. 

A chorus of “Here I’ll help you!” and “I can do it, I’m good at it!” flooded the previously quiet room as the girls made grabs at Haechan, who calmly and politely refused their offers. He glided to the window where you were, swinging his backpack onto the ground and plopped into the desk beside you. You groaned in (half) mock disgust. 

“Are you kidding me right now?” 

Haechan only smiled goofily at you, and you knew he was trying his best not to start laughing. He popped his earbuds out and draped them across the back of his neck, the buds dangling from his shoulder.

“As much as I hate AirPods, I swear to god they’re meant for you.” 

He merely shrugged “You wanna buy them for me? You know I don’t have the money for them.”

“You know I don’t have money for them either! If I had money, do you think I would still have my LG phone? Do you know how hard it is to find a cute phone case? I have to spend a solid hour browsing through shady eBay listings!” As you rambled, Haechan scooted his desk so that his bumped against yours, returning his gaze back to you when he felt settled. Completely disregarding your mini-rant, he whined. “Fix it for me, please.”

You crossed your arms against your chest and huffed. What kind of game was he playing? “No. So many people offered and you turned them down, I’m not about to fix it for you.”

“Ah Y/N! Come on, please~” He continued to make baby noises at you and pout profusely. You quickly scanned the room and saw a significant portion of your classmates either glaring at you or gaping at Haechan. When he wouldn’t let up, you snatched his earbuds from where they laid and set them on your desk. 

He always did this. Mostly because he wanted your attention, and also because he liked it when you helped him. It made him feel like you cared about him. So every few months, he would knot the wires of his earbuds so messily that it reduced the length of them by half, and then proceed to beg you to untie them for him. And here you were, once again, hunched over the tangled mass trying to carefully dissect the clump. 

“Literally anyone else could’ve done this and it would’ve produced the same result,” you complained. 

“That’s not true. You’re the only person who won’t break them when you untangle.”

Haechan watched you work, your fingers moving skillfully due to all the previous times he came to you with the same task. He liked how your hair would fall from your ear and brush against your nose, and how you would then let out a huff of air to push it away. He liked how you would start with your head bent over the desk and then slowly straighten, bringing the earbuds to your face rather than your face to the earbuds. And he liked how every time you finish untangling it, you would grab his phone and plug them in to make sure the wiring was still intact in each ear. 

You put the buds into your own ears and hit play, not caring what was on. Although you were kind of curious today since Haechan was sporting his resting bitch face as he came in today. Expecting some kind of badass rap, you were surprised to hear jazzy piano and a male voice. 

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off you

You’d be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

“What is this?” you asked, popping one earbud out so that you could hear his reply. He raised an eyebrow and frowned, trying to remember. The music continued to stream into your ear, and you were a little surprised by the lyrics.

I love you baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you baby

Through all the lonely nights

“Haechan this song is so unlike you,” you mused. The lyrics came to you in fragments, as you were only paying attention half of the time. You opened his Spotify and read the title out loud. “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, Max Von Essen.”

Oh pretty baby

Haechan’s eyes widened in alarm. The tips of his ears started burning and he opened his mouth to explain, but couldn’t. How could he tell you that he was listening to it, with you on his mind? Sure, he was planning on confessing his feelings at some point but not now. It was too soon, too rushed, too spontaneous. He wasn’t ready. He doubted you were either. 

And let me love you

“Do you like it?” he asked instead. Your head started to sway to the song, fingers tapping the surface of the desk rhythmically. “Yeah, I do. Not my usual vibe, but it’s very sweet.”

You’re just too good to be true

Haechan picked up the other earbud, his fingers grasping the white plastic and bringing it to his ear. Maybe now was the time. It didn’t have to be a grandiose, fantastical promposal under the stars. As he listened to the lyrics with you, he made up his mind. 

Oh pretty baby

Now that I’ve found you stay

“You know,” he started, when the music faded away. “When I listen to this song I think of you.”

You cocked your head, confused. “Because of the sound? You know I don’t really listen to old music or jazzy stuff.” 

He shook his head, feeling flustered. Forcing himself to swallow his nerves, he looked straight into your eyes and smiled warmly. You’d never seen him so genuine before and felt butterflies stir in your stomach. “What then?”

“The lyrics. You’re too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

The corners of your lips twitched upwards. Was he saying what you think he’s saying?

He inhaled and started singing to you sweetly, serenading you. In awe, you pulled out the other earbud to give him your full attention. He slowed the song down as he sang, gracing you with his voice that you heard so rarely. Your heart bloomed and you felt an urge to kiss him but you knew that if you kissed him now, he would stop singing. His voice pulled you in and made you forget about the little trivialities, instead encouraging you to focus on only him. 

“I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright. I need you baby, through all the lonely nights”

sports & specialities - lee jeno

ok so this imagine is a highschool!jeno one, i hope you guys like it 

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word count:1.6k 

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Lee Jeno was the basketball god of your grade

Everyone knew he was going places after he would finish school

All the teachers in the physical education faculty adored his hard work and determination as well as his charming personality

As the new school year rolled by, it was time for your grade to choose electives for the year

These subjects weren’t meant to be taken as seriously as mathematics or English, supposedly, but each student took long considerations before choosing their subjects

Jeno obviously chose an extension of sport and lifestyle as his main priority

But he also disregarded all the other subjects, only selecting the ones that revolved around the physical education faculty

This is where the story really starts

On the first day of school

Jeno waltzed into his first class, which was located in one of the health rooms

He smiled brightly at the teacher whom he was already familiar with, turning himself to the class, he only saw a total of 12 people, including you

His smile turned into a more dazed look

“am I in the right class?” he asked his teacher

“yes, you’re on the roll, this is community and family studies! Or CAFS for short!” the teacher cheered at him

jeno’s eyes almost burst out of their sockets

“this has to be a mistake, I chose sports and lifestyle extension!” he exclaimed, internally groaning

“oh, I will have to check with the other teachers, but for now, please take a seat, you are still required to be in a class” the teacher looked at him solemnly, extending his arm to the seat next to you

jeno huffed in frustration, quickly shuffling to his seat

you looked at him with a face of annoyance

you couldn’t believe he was being so petty about a damn elective

there was always time to appeal for a change but you guess he wasn’t fully understanding that

he roughly plumped his stuff on your desk, the corner of his folder hitting your arm

“Sorry” he mumbled, not looking at you, taking out his pen and twiddling with it

“apology unaccepted” you mumble back, not expecting him to hear

“excuse you?” he finally looked at you, this time with a confused look

“I understand you’re pissed about being put into this class, but honestly, give it a chance it’s not as bad as you think it’ll be” you tried to reason with him in hopes he’d stop being so petty

“I’m not mad I got this subject, I just understand everything in sports and lifestyle, I feel like I have to start entirely fresh here” he explained, you were not expecting that answer

“well everyone in this class is here for the first time, so you’ll keep up with us, okay?” you gave him a small smile before turning to the teacher

 jeno glanced at you, the ends of his mouth rose up 

 how did you cheer him up in like 10 seconds honestly? 

 that recess break, jeno went to talk to the head teacher and asked to switch classes

 bad news tho, sorta 

 the class he wants to be in is currently full, so he got put on a waiting list which means, he has to stay in community and family studies 

 the reason he was put there in the first place was because it falls under the health component, in which he selected at the beginning

 he felt like an idiot for not properly filling the form 

 So the next lesson he had of CAFS, he had researched some content that was in the syllabus and felt somehow confident

 he slumped in his seat next to you and smiled brightly, showcasing his trademarked eye smile 

 “oh I see someone’s happy today” you joked

 “just excited for class I guess” he smirked you rolled your eyes before letting out a giggle, then began to take notes that were on the board

 you could see throughout the lesson that jeno kept scratching the back of his neck, paired with a puzzled look on his face 

 “um are you okay?” you whispered to him he shook his head softly 

 you felt bad for him 

 he really was trying his hardest

 you push you book closer to his, shuffling your chair to go through the different concepts of the topic 

 by the end of class, jeno was mostly caught up with what had been taught so far but was still a lil lost 

 “hey, y/n, can we go to the library this lunch break? I still need you to explain this part to me” he asked as you were about to leave class 

 you swung your bag over your shoulder and gave him a smile 

 he was actually really cute 

 you nodded to his request as you both walked to the library on the way, jeno saw his friends

 they waved at him to come to them, but then stopped as they saw you walking with him 

 the look on their faces were priceless 

 they all gave him smirks before dispersing to their own table

jeno opened the door to the library for you, making you blush a bit

 he led you to a table and you both got to work

 this went on for a few weeks 

 you’d meet up every second day at lunch to go over the content together 

 sometimes he’d explain stuff to you and vice versa - aside from school work, you and jeno became closer

 you had small inside jokes about the people in your class and even your teacher 

 you both made friends with the librarian due to the amount of time you spent in there 

 you often caught jeno looking at you while you were trying to explain something to him

 but as soon as your eyes met, he’d turn his head away and stare down at the paper in front of him, which made you chuckle slightly

  he often sat close to you, not that you minded 

  he also brushed his hand by yours when he was getting papers or a pencil which made the both of you blush 

  you couldn’t get enough of his eye smile seriously 

  it never failed to make your day - anyways - one day, you were having a pretty shitty day

  and didn’t really feel like having your usual library session with jeno

  but you were also preoccupied with work from other subjects and forgot to tell him that you wanted to reschedule 

  so poor jeno 

  shows up to the library alone

  and waits for you 

 but you never show up 

  after school, he messages you 

  “did I do something y/n? why didn’t you come to the library?”

  you almost face palmed yourself 

  “oh my gosh, I completely forgot, I was just having a bad day and had other work to finish, im so sorry” 

  he couldn’t help but feel bad he wasn’t able to help you through your day 

  “do you want to talk about it?” 

  “yeah that’d be nice, there’s just a lot to say”

  “it’s ok! Meet me at the park in 10 mins” 

  you smiled widely, almost feeling instantly better that he actually wanted to listen to you

  you saw jeno sitting at a bench at the park 

  you took a seat next to him, placing your hands in your lap

  he looked at you with the softest smile you had ever seen  

 “tell me about your day, don’t leave out any details” 

  you sighed gently before releasing the biggest groan you had ever let out in your life, even he was shocked

  you began ranting away, talking about how your first period teacher kept calling on you for no reason and how you spilt milk on your new school shoes and also how some dude pushed you at the train station on the way to school

  while you were venting your head off 

 jeno was just staring 

  admiring your passion in a way 

  he interrupted “I’m sorry but I need to say that you’re really cute when you’re ranting”

  he widened his eyes, not fully processing what he said 

  you stopped talking, whipping your head to look him in the eye cause damn wtf was that

  “you think I’m cute?” 

  “always have” goddammit jeno 

  you blushed so hard lmao

  like even your hoodie couldn’t hide it 

  you took this opportunity to make a move on him 

  you took his hands in yours and slid yourself over so your shoulders were touching and there was no space between you

  “I’ve always thought you were pretty cute too” you said, playing with his fingers gently 

  he felt all fluffy inside 

  not knowing what to say 

  you liked making him flustered so you decide to take it up a notch and place a small peck on his cheek 

 you could literally feel the heat radiating off his face

 your faces were close together as he had turned to you 

 “I’m glad I got put into your class” he whispered softly 

 your hands still tangled together and you were now staring into his eyes 

 “maybe sports aren’t your only specialty” you giggled at your comment, causing him to laugh along

 NOW he took you by surprise by placing a quick peck on your nose

 Gosh y’all were too awkward 

 But y’all cute too 

 So yeah idk how to end this 

 I might make a part 2 but it’d be like a bf jeno one 

 Anyways im done so bye