Husband AU! Mingyu

You were late as usual. In the morning, you told Mingyu to not wait for you for dinner but deep down, you hoped he welcomed you home and joined you for dinner.

It’s been years since you last had a romantic candlelight dinner with your husband. Your second child was already two years old and finally, you can relax at home.

“I’m home,” you said softly to the empty living room and did everything in minimal noise before getting into your shared bedroom.

What you saw on the queen-sized bed was the sleeping trio. Your husband was on the right side of the bed with your daughter on top of him, lying on her tummy. Next to him was your two-year-old son, his arms and legs spread freely so similar to his father.

You tiptoes toward the bed and corrected your little girl’s posture and pulled out her thumb from her mouth. Tugging at the personal blanket of your son, you draped it across his small body and fixed his clothes.

Lastly, your husband.

You were taken by surprise when he caught hold of your wrist and beamed. “I thought you were sleeping!” you scolded quietly at him and chuckled when he pointed at your daughter on him.

You sat on the edge and helped to pick up the girl. You hugged her for a while and showered kissed her face until Mingyu was ready to take turn and put her on the bed again.

“I was waiting for you. Let’s eat dinner,”

“It’s 10 and you haven’t had dinner?”

Mingyu pecked on your cheek and pulled you up. “I had earlier while I was feeding them but now I’m a little hungry,” he said and took you out.

“Can you wait for me to reheat the food?” Mingyu asked, turning his head to look at you. “Can you cook ramyeon for me? I crave that,”

“Sure, I can, ma'am,”

That night, you felt like you were a newlywed once again. Mingyu served you like a queen and you had a heart-to-heart conversation with him for the entire night.

“I love our family now but I missed you a lot,”

“I think two is enough,”

You laughed, finding his heartfelt rather amusing. Giving you a light kiss, Mingyu made a remark, “Let’s spend the night to the fullest,”

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Cuddling with Jun *with a plot*

warning - mentions of miscarriage

• jun wasn’t so emotional when you first met him even until you both got married, he barely shows his defenceless side to you
• however, when you discovered your first pregnancy, he began to weaken his wall and cry with you
• it’s said that husbands that love their spouses too much will experience the pregnancy symptoms instead of their wives
• you didn’t know how it happened but one day you woke up in an ambulance, soaked in red liquid
• Jun was gripping onto your hand like his life was depended on it and you realized that you had a first-trimester miscarriage
• after that incident, your life turned bleak and nothing could lighten up your mood, even your husband
• eventually, jun brought you to see a therapist and he sat down the whole session to understand the situation
• since then, he knew you’d post-miscarriage depression
• he took off work very frequently to keep you company at home and with your family’s support, you were able to see the rainbow once again
• it took you and your husband, Jun, three months to recover.
• you felt like the whole thing couldn’t get better without your husband’s constant and devoted heart in helping you
• now, you two can sleep with ease every night and on top of that, god has blessed you and Jun with new family members
• you just recently gave birth to a pair of twins; a boy and a girl
• “Phew, they finally stopped crying,” jun said, climbing the bed to be next to you
• There was a thin layer of sweat just now but Jun must’ve taken a bath before joining you in the bed
• “You’ve worked hard. Thank you,” you hugged him around his waist and clasped your hands together behind him
• Jun looked at your face and smiled, “I didn’t do much, you did everything,”
• he didn’t change in the eyes of others but as his wife, you knew he’s grown a lot matured in a span of a year
• he’s less spending time outside with his friends and made up time he’s at work by helping take care of the twins
• although it was a novel experience, he was willing to learn and improve
• “Y/N, i don’t wish for you to forget our first child but don’t be too sad about it and blame yourself for losing him. we were probably new to pregnancy and i was ignorant about it that we couldn’t manage to keep him safe,”
• rubbing your shoulder to supply comfort, he added
• “you are strong, even stronger than i am for bearing those tough days. Let’s live happily from now on and don’t let the past waste our time,” you heard him clear and you nodded
• snuggling closer to his warmth, you didn’t hold back your tears as they wet jun’s pyjama
• he silently patted your back until you yawned
• “go to sleep, i’ll check on the twins after that,”
• he ended your day with a tender forehead kiss and a phrase
• “i hope to wake up to a smile tomorrow. I love you, Y/N”

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Rush||Mark Lee

Pairing: Mark Lee and f-reader

Summery: smut, Dom/sub, fluff, minor angst, overstim, fingering, oral (f receiving),exhibitionism, being caught, masturabation,,,,He’s not angry(^｡^)

I’m sorry this took so long for whoever requested it, I hope you like it and I hope you’re still here…but anyway thank you for requesting

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You could hear the boys from inside your bedroom, their screams bouncing off of the walls, swear words thrown everywhere. Funny what Mario kart could do.

You expected mark to walk straight through the door any second now, after your little charade anyway. You knew what you were doing when you sat on the floor infront of the tv, knowing the boys could see you. Your skirt risen up on your hips, showing your thighs off, which where cladded by thigh highs. Your lips wrapped around the green popsicle, sucking seductively at the sweet nectar. You had everyone’s eyes on you, left haechan stuttering after you gave him the rest of your ice pop, placing a kiss to his cheek.

You pushed your head further into the pillows, your fingers doing wonders on your little nub, small whines leaving you. You had soaked straight through your panties, filthiest thoughts running through that pretty little brain of yours.

You moved your fingers down your lips, coating them in your juices, before pushing your middle finger into yourself. A loud gasp erupted from you as you began to quickly pump, fucking yourself.

You tried to get deeper, hitting that spot that had your whole body shaking, making sickly sweet noises leave your lips. They could all definitely hear you, it’s just a matter of time before someone comes in and does something about it. And you definitely know who.

“So this is why you were trying to catch my attention huh” speak of the devil, you turned your head to the door, mark standing there with a small smirk on his lips. Your eyes grazed his body, up and down. Even though he was just wearing shorts and a shirt, he looked amazing.

You didn’t stop your actions, you just pushed your head back and continued to work on yourself. Feeling the tingles of pleasure run up your back.

“Why don’t I help you sweetheart Hm?” You didn’t say a word, you just smiled and nodded. Pushing your thighs further apart, feeling him climb onto the bed. You move your hands away, staring down at him as you feel his hands wrap around your thighs. His eyes connected to yours as he pulls you closer to his face. His tongue poking out to run over your lips, a satisfied hum leaving him. “Well don’t you taste sweet, fits your name doesn’t it?”

You just nodded, but he wanted your words. You gasped as you felt a slap to your sensitive clit, your body jolting forward. “Yes, cause I’m your sweetheart”. He was pleased with your answer as he delved in, his tongue running over your jewel, sucking it in between his lips. Whines and whimpers spilling from you, just like your juices.

Your hands running down to grip his hair, that felt amazing between your fingers. You pulled, harder and harder each time. Enjoying the way you heard his little growls.

You felt your high coming closer, your hips rocking into his face to chase it. Your moans gradually growing louder as you feel yourself push over the edge. Words spurring from your lips, your hands pushing at his head as he continued on. Drinking up your juices like it was his first drink he had in a while.

“Fuck Ple-ase I can’t take it mark” you squeal, trying your hardest to move away, even though you really didn’t want to. The intense pleasure running through your body, you couldn’t take it.

It was like your orgasm came spiralling quicker this time, you felt tears gather in your eyes, making the mascara you were wearing run down your heatened cheeks.

You felt his fingers push into you, continuously pressing at that spot, that had you weak. You felt like you were about to burst, you gasped for air as your orgasm came crashing down. Your whole body moving erratically, just like your breathing.

You expected him to pull away as he heard your pleas but nope, you tortured him so he’s gonna torture you. In the best way.

“ one more for me sweetheart”

The clock was ticking, you only had 30 minutes until someone inevitably went looking for the two of you. Locking the door you wasted no time pushing him back against the couch, forcing him to sit as it hit the back of his knees before straddling his lap, your dress riding further up your thighs. Reaching for the bottom of his shirt you start to lift it, being met with the sight of smooth, tanned skin before he grabs your hands, stopping you.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to regret this.” Shaking your head you grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. Toned arms and muscles were revealed, having spent the night covered by his poor excuse of a shirt, the sleeves had been cut months ago to show his arms and stomach when he so much as moved his hands to bring a cup to his lips. Lips that you had spent months fantasizing about and wanted nothing more than to feel them on yours. You started to lean it but was stopped again by his hand grabbing the back of your neck, causing a whine to rip through your throat. “I need an answer, I don’t want this to make things awkward between us when you’re sober.”

“All I want is you, I’ve wanted this for longer than I’m comfortable admitting.” Locking your eyes on something behind him you refused to make eye contact, fighting the urge to run your hands through his hair. “Can I please just have you?”

His palm fit nicely against the back of your neck, smooth and warm as he squeezed it gently, nothing more than a test. Making sure you were positive. Tilting your chin down, he was met with the sight of sincerity when he looked into your eyes. Sighing he pulled you closer, finally slotting your lips together. His mind ran a stray, flashes of the last time you were together like this running through his mind. He was running from this, but why?

You’ve always had me.

Boyfriend Dreamies ☁️

Contestant: Huang Renjun

Picture perfect fairy tale boyfriend

When everyone says he’s written by a women they aren’t kidding. He is by far, the sweetest, kindest and most respectful boyfriend alive. When he’s pretending at least.

This fiery Aries always has a sweet spot for you, making sure you have tickets to all of their concerts (And 127 & WayV if you really wanna go) and a safe place to stand during them

Incredibly protective over you, you’re not an idol you aren’t used to the chaos, and he refuses to run the risk of you being harmed when he could do something to prevent it. So concerts, you’re always either in the front row with security hovering you so Renjun can see you on stage, or in their dressing room backstage, watching the monitor. When you’re out on dates he’ll make sure that he’s unrecognizable.

Hoodie on, beanie on, mask all the way up. He’ll go so far as to wear one of your hoodies if it fits just to make sure they don’t recognize any of his. If their is a scandal Renjun is going straight to Taeyong to help him take it down, or minimize the impact.

With being protective he is also a show off, on the rare occasions where he’s allowed to bring you to award shows everything will match. His tie and your dress, your hair styles both have to be perfect, even your makeup colors will match the others outfit. And when it’s time for photos he’ll let you get a few individual to allow you to truly shine the way he knows you should.

Surprisingly not jealous. He’s incredibly secure in his spot, and knows that there is no one else able to handle your attitude, or spoiledness, or insecurity the way that he is able to. His spot is so set in concrete that he may be too nonchalant at time. It’ll take one of the members flirting with you for him to truly become a little jealous, pulling you onto his lap, or pressing a kiss to your cheek when he starts to actually feel grumpy about all the attention you’re receiving.

In the same manner as Jeno I see Renjun being incredibly caring in bed. Maybe a little kinkier than Jeno, he’s definitely a switch, happy to give and receive at any moment. No preference anything that happens in the moment is good for him, if you decide to pin him underneath of you he won’t fight back. You need him to fuck the thoughts out of your mind, will be for it.

He’s really against hurting you, or planning out scenes. Hitting you is comparably different to choking and he will continue to spread it like gospel every time you (jokingly) argue with him against him. The thought of bruising your skin, or purposefully hitting you doesn’t sit right with him.

And planning scenes ruin the flow of things. When it just happens on a day off, or when all of the members leave the dorm it’ll just happen. Renjun believes intimacy flows more when you’re just enjoying the moment and not “acting”.

But on the same side, you can’t argue with him against it because every time is a new experience. Renjun will consistently switch it up so it’s never boring. One day he’ll end you over the counter, fulfilling both of your exhibitionist streak and the next he’ll have you on his lap, legs spread and facing the mirror as he watches you get yourself off. Expect the unexpected.

Date nights are actually date days. Typically starting when the sun rises, a mix of the various different cafes he wants to try, o the candy store that you begged him to take you to despite his diet (he caved of course, surrounded by everything sweet along with the candy), ending by the Han River to watch the sun disappear behind the buildings as the stars came out. He brought you a star, along with telling you “he finally found something brighter to you”, so on these nights you’ll both look for it

And if the next day there’s a scandal due to Dispatch spotting the both of you kissing under the moonlight, accompanied by pictures of you too holding each other close, maybe Renjun won’t be so fast to get this one taken down

Goddess! Yoohyeon - My Universe

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TW: Angst (of course), implied abandonment and/or break-up (?), car crash, more angst, hospitals, near-death experience, Yoohyeon is the literal embodiment of death, did I mention angst?

I’d trade every star and constellation in the sky for another chance with you.

The night sky burns brightly with its glamorous display of stars in the sky. You can’t help but stare at the dazzling spectacle that has appeared before your eyes.

Every star shines brightly in the sky, but the shining star of your life is nowhere to be seen.

Why did you leave me alone? You’re all I can think about every day and night. 

Every time you leave your house, the wind whispers the name of a woman who left you for the universe. Every passing figure takes her divine shape, and her voice rings into your ear when you look at the moon.

I loved you more than I’ve ever loved before. Why can’t you just stay with me for one more night?

You bite your lip as a familiar tear rolls down your cheek. You sniffle as the tears flow freely.

You saved the universe, but you couldn’t stay in my universe.

~

Yoohyeon stares at you from her golden throne in the sky. She observes your every breath as she eagerly waits for you to join her.

You’ll be with me soon, my dear. Just be patient and enjoy your life.

Days feel like mere minutes in Yoohyeon’s life. She’s been watching you ever since she had to leave your side.

It hurts her to think that she has to be the one to cut your life short. Being the Goddess of Death could reap some fortunes, but all Yoohyeon wanted to do was cradle you in her arms.

The day has come, and she watches and waits.

I’ll be there, Y/N, right when you need memost.

~

It all happened so fast. Is this really the end for me?

You remember blinding lights, an immense pain in your head, and someone calling your name. 

All of that has passed as numbness washes over you. You can only sit and stare as your family and friends cry over your mortal body as you lifelessly sleep in a hospital bed.

They don’t know that I won’t wake up again, do they?

“Y/N!” A voice calls out from above you.

“Yoohyeon?” You question as her familiar form comes into view.

“Yeah, it’s me. How have you been?” She asks as a warm smile spreads across her face.

“I don’t know, Yoohyeon, I just died.” You sigh as your gaze refocuses on your body.

I can’t leave them alone. My family and friends deserve more time with me.

Yoohyeon offers you her hand. “It’s time to go, Y/N.” 

“No.” You shake your head at her. “I want to stay.”

“Y/N, don’t make me-”

“You don’t scare me anymore. Your threats are empty, just like your love.” You hiss at her while fighting back tears.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Yoohyeon mumbles with a guilty look on her face.

“I would’ve accepted your apology if I was crying over you like I was years ago. Things change, Yoohyeon. I want to stay.” You insist.

Yoohyeon quietly looks at the floor before speaking,

“Fine.” Yoohyeon waves her hand as you disappear from her sight. “Don’t say that I never did anything for you.”

You wake up in the arms of your loved ones as Yoohyeon disappears from your sight.

‘Til we meet again, Yooh.

Mamamoo - Where They Take You On A First Date

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TW: Mentions of food

Solar:

- Karaoke Bar

- She’d like to take you somewhere that shows off a more fun, relaxed, and energetic version of herself (and you!)

Moonbyul:

- Local Restaurant/Cafe

- She wants to take you somewhere simple so that her charms and personality really stand out to you.

Wheein:

- Netflix with Takeout at home

- If Wheein is interested in you, then she’ll probably want to get to know you on a more personal level in the comfort of her own home.

Hwasa:

- Fancy Restaurant

- Hwasa wants to leave a good impression on you, so she’ll take you out to a super nice place. (And she pays the bill!)

Mafia! Itzy - Reaction To Their S/O Being Smarter + Stronger Than They Seem (Requested!)

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TW: Mafia AU themes (guns, violence, etc.)

Prompt: 

She sighs in disbelief as she nervously plays with a strand of her hair.

“Who in their right mind puts a puzzle lock on a vault?” She thinks to herself.

Apparently those guards of hers took the instruction ‘make sure my money is secure’ a bit too seriously.

She facepalms before hearing another set of footsteps join her.

“Hi, honey!” You giggle as you wrap your arms around them.

She grumbles a greeting back before looking at the door again.

“Do you need help?” You ask.

“I’m fine, Y/N-” She’s interrupted by you placing a flower crown on her head.

You skip over to the lock before messing with it for a minute. It clicks open, and she stares at you in shock.

“How did you…” She trails off as you kick the door to the vault, which causes it to slam open.

Yeji:

• Surprised/Embarrassed 
• “Thank you, dear. I appreciate your assistance.”
• She definitely did not expect that from you at all.
• Yeji blushes out of pure embarrassment since she could’ve at least gotten the lock with a few more tries.
• But she keeps your skills in mind as she returns to her office after grabbing what she needed.

Lia:

• Complete Shock
• “When did you learn how to do that?”
• With her mouth agape, she watches as you retrieve your flower crown from her head before skipping down the hallway.
• She’s standing completely still, partially in fear of you.
• But, she smirks as she turns around and chases you. 
• Lia’s found a way more valuable treasure than whatever was in the vault.

Ryujin:

• Proud
• “That’s my baby!”
• She ruffles your hair and places a kiss on your scalp before dragging you down the hallway.
• Forget the money, she’s got something way more important to deal with.
• “C’mon, I’ve got to teach you how to shoot a gun.”
• “But I wanna make more flower crowns!”

Chaeryeong:

• Concerned
• “Are you alright, babe? You aren’t hurt, right?”
• She immediately rushes over to you to check for any wounds.
• After she’s sure that you’re fine, she takes your hand in hers as she leads you into the vault.
• “It’s time that you learn what is being kept here, Y/N.”

Yuna:

• Annoyed
• “I could’ve done that myself, Y/N!”
• She huffs before the realization hits her.
• You managed to open a locked door and infiltrated her secret vault in less than sixty seconds. Most of her best-ranking officers couldn’t do that.
• Yuna changes courses as she excitedly hugs you.
• “I’ll teach you how to fight, Y/N! Those recruits won’t stand a chance against you.” 

Siyeon (Café AU) - Take A Sip [You’ll Find Out] (Requested!)

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TW: Mentions of food and drinks, angst but it’s a soft kind of angst that slowly breaks your heart.

The drive to work is as boring as usual until one of Siyeon’s song recommendations pops up on your playlist. Your heart flutters as you turn up the radio. The words automatically come out of your mouth, and you wonder if all of that practice will be worth it in the end.

Using one of Siyeon’s favorite songs to confess to her might be a bit cliche, but she’ll love it. I already know that she must feel something for me because of all of that flirting. I just want to make the confession good enough for her.

You continue to travel to work as thoughts of Siyeon fill your mind.

~

You throw on your apron and quickly fix your hair before heading inside of the tiny cafe that’s across from the university that Siyeon attends.

I wonder if she comes and visits this place when she’s off.

You greet your boss as they open up the cash register for the day. They wave at you before continuing to count money.

You walk around the counter and head into the back room.

“Well, look who it is…” Siyeon smirks as you set your stuff down on one of the chairs.

“I’m back and better than ever.” You smile before taking a seat next to Siyeon.

You can feel your heart race as she leans towards you.

“Are you working a full 8 hour shift today?” She asks quietly as she rests her head on your shoulders.

You play with her hair for a moment before answering, “When am I not?”

Siyeon giggles, and you can feel the vibration of her body against yours. You’re thankful that her head is tilted away from yours so she can’t see you blush.

“Good, because I am too. I don’t know why the owner hasn’t separated us yet?” Siyeon quietly confesses.

“Maybe it’s because they enjoy the show that we put on.” 

“Show?” Siyeon looks at you confused for a moment, “Oh, you mean when I flirt with you, you flirt back, and then I win because I’m much more charming than you are.”

“Hey, I can be charming too.” You huff in annoyance,

“Of course you are. If it counts for anything, I find you charming~” Siyeon pokes your cheek before lifting her head off of your shoulder.

“Hey, we haven’t started yet!” You blush at Siyeon.

She totally is more charming than I am, but I can hold my own.

“It’s never too early for me.” She laughs before heading out of the break room.

You quickly follow with a lovesick smile on your face.

~

“You look prettier than a flower in the midst of spring.” You gently cup Siyeon’s face with one hand after she hands a coffee to a customer.

“And you’re like a dream come true, Y/N.” She teases while copying your actions.

“That means that you wouldn’t mind me…” You trail off as your eyes look at her lips.

“Go right ahead.” Siyeon smiles as the two of you lean in.

Your face is nearly touching hers, and you can feel her breath on your lips. You’re tempted to just steal a kiss now and explain later, but you choose to stare into her eyes instead.

She raises an eyebrow at you, as if she’s daring you to make a move. You still paused while waiting for more confirmation from her that it’s okay.

You stand like that for what feels like an eternity before Siyeon breaks away from you with laughter on her lips. She pulls her hand away from your face as you try to hide your visible disappointment.

“Ah, you’re going to have to try a little harder if you want something like that from me.” Siyeon brightly beams at you, and it’s nearly enough to erase the pain in your heart.

“What do I have to do to get that kiss, then?” You seriously ask.

“Yah, I’m not telling you!”

~

After four hours of working, the two of you are allowed a break. You both immediately head into the break room to relax.

“Say, Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Siyeon’s eyes connect with yours as you feel your heart race.

“Sure.” You smile at her while trying to figure out what she might ask.

Could it be a confession of sorts? Maybe I won’t have to do it myself.

“Do you often think about the future?” She asks as you visibly deflate.

Nevermind.

“Doesn’t everyone at some point?” You joke back while trying to smile.

“I mean, what do you plan on doing in life? I assume that you don’t plan on working here until you die.” Siyeon raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I haven’t quite figured that out yet. I’m just trying to go one day at a time.” You thoughtfully answer.

“That’s great, Y/N.” Siyeon mumbles, and you can tell that something’s bothering her.

“Is everything alright? You can always talk to me, and you have my number-” 

Siyeon interrupts you by shaking her head.

“No, it was just a ‘what if?’ sort of question,” Siyeon softly says, “and we should get back. Our break is nearly over.”

Siyeon quietly walks out of the room, and you give her space before exiting the room after her.

I wonder what that was all about…

~

The rest of your shift goes normally, and the end of your shift approaches quicker than you’d like. Siyeon offers you a small wave and a quick hug before leaving as soon as possible. You choose to take your time as you over-analyze every interaction that you’ve had with Siyeon today.

The drive home is comfortable and quiet, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

~

As you toss and turn in bed, Siyeon’s words echo in your head.

“Do you often think about the future?” 

Of course I do, and I imagine it with you.

“I mean, what do you plan on doing in life? I assume that you don’t plan on working here until you die.”

I’d like to at least ask you out before you leave. Is that too much to ask for?

Your mind toys with the idea of asking Siyeon out tomorrow.

I have to do it soon. I don’t know how much longer I can take her flirting.

You make a mental note to pick up flowers and a teddy bear before you go to work. Content with your decision, you slowly begin to fall asleep.

~

The drive to work makes you more and more anxious, even though you have nothing to worry about.

If it doesn’t go well, so what? You and Siyeon can still be friends!

You leave the flowers and stuffed bear in your car as you enter the front door of the cafe. You scan the area while trying to find Siyeon.

Where could she be?

You peek into the back room, but Siyeon isn’t there either.

That’s weird. She doesn’t ever call off unless she’s sick.

You go to find the owner of the shop who sits at the cash register.

“Hey, have you seen Siyeon today?” You nervously ask.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? Siyeon put in her two-week notice, well, two weeks ago! She said that this job was distracting her from her studies. What a shame… she was a nice girl, too. It’ll just be me and you, Y/N, until we can find a replacement.”

She…left without telling me? Was I the distraction that she mentioned? I thought that we’d…

“Oh, okay.” You answer before rushing to the back room.

You slump against the door as you pull out your phone.

Not a single text or call. Who does that? I thought we had something…

Tears rapidly fall down your face as you set your phone down.

I was wrong, I guess. I hope Siyeon is happy with her decision, wherever she may be now.

Vampire! Wendy x Human! Reader - Addicted (Requested!)

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TW: Vampires, blood, reader faints

The red glow in Wendy’s eyes wasn’t unfamiliar to you.

She’s hungry, and we ran out of blood a few days ago. She hasn’t been able to track any blood down for days…

You nervously bite your lip as you call out to your girlfriend, “Wendy!”

“What’s up?” She tries to hide the bloodthirstiness in her eyes by brushing her bangs over her eyes.

You sigh before brushing them back into place.

“Do you want to drink from me?” You offer as you pull down the collar of your shirt.

Wendy’s eyes are glued to your neck as she slowly nods. She pulls you into her embrace before placing a chastise kiss on your neck.

You feel a slight pinch on your neck as Wendy begins to drink from you. You stay still for a few moments until you start to feel lightheaded.

“Wendy…” You mutter softly as your eyelids rapidly begin to flutter open and closed.

You remember her briefly responding to you as everything around you disappeared into darkness.

~

The next thing you remember is the bright sunlight peeking into your bedroom. 

You grumble softly as your eyes open without your permission.

Five more minutes, I beg of you…

You open your eyes, only to see Wendy anxiously sitting on a chair next to your bed.

“What’s going on?” You quickly sit up.

“Ah, don’t do that!” Wendy scolds you while placing a pillow behind your back to support you.

“Why are you-” A sharp pain in your skull and a continuous pinching pain in your neck hit you like a hangover after a long night out on the town.

You cry out in pain as Wendy wraps her arm around you.

“I’m sorry, babe.” She mutters softly against your skin.

“For what?” You look at her with confusion.

“I… drank too much of your blood last night. You fainted, and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

“Oh.” You gently squeeze her arm, reassuring Wendy that you weren’t mad.

“Can I make it up to you in any way?” Wendy looks anxiously at you.

“Come cuddle me in this bed, and we’ll find out.”

A big smile breaks out on her face as she does exactly what you say.

Chungha as Your GF

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TW: Mentions of food, pure fluffiness

- Lots of stay-at-home dates with movies and take-out

- But occasionally you’ll go out to dinner together

- Teaching you how to dance like she does

- Her laughing at you trying to replicate the moves with her guidance

- “Babe, your form looks great!”

- Switching between languages naturally when you talk

- If you don’t know Korean, then she’ll teach you.

- You have so many funny videos and photos of Chungha

- But she thinks it’s hilarious (she has quite a few videos of you too.)

- Her face lights up whenever you walk into the room

- “Y/N, I missed you so much!”

- You’re her number one fan who is with her through every up and down.

Sunmi as Your GF

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TW: Fluff overload, like always.

- She dedicates her whole heart to you, always

- Writes and dedicates songs to you and your relationship

- You’re always in the front row as you cheer her on at her shows.

- Being able to relax when it’s just the two of you at home

- You always tell her that she’s perfect and that she doesn’t need to change for anyone

- Lots of goofing off and joking between the two of you

- She compliments and flirts with you all the time

- She likes to pull you into her arms whenever she wants a hug

- Loves kissing your lips repeatedly

- Likes to leave lipstick marks on your face and neck

- A bit overprotective and jealous at times

- But you always reassure her with your love

Ryujin as Your GF

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TW: Mention of rollercoasters, fluff overload

- Super clingy and cuddly in private

- Like, she’s the big spoon and she will not let you go until dawn rises again.

- “Y/N, you don’t have to work for another hour. Stay in bed for another 10 minutes, please~”

- Curse her charming morning voice; it’s one of your weak points and she uses it to her advantage.

- Is your own personal hypewoman; she will never stop complimenting you, especially if you’re insecure.

- “You look so hot in that outfit, babe. Mind if we match today?”

- Likes to do cliche couple things, even though she won’t admit it

- She’s a natural charmer and smooth talker. Can talk you into/out of anything that she please.

- Sometimes, Ryujin uses this for good purposes. Other times…

- “We should totally go on that roller coaster. It’d be so much fun to do it together!”

- Will act cute if it makes you smile

- But she’ll cringe at herself afterwards, which is much funnier

Gahyeon’s Restored Ending - Waves of Pure Bliss

A/N: This chapter might be one of my favorites in this part of the series. It’s so soft, fluffy, and cute, and I think you will all enjoy it.

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TW: Food, pure softness and fluff that we all need right now

You pull the rose quartz anklet from the box, and you waste no time slipping it onto your foot.

Gahyeon… her smile and personality doesn’t fail to make me smile when I think of her. She’s absolute bliss, and a life without her is a life without love.

You slip into the covers as a sweet dream overtakes your mind.

~

You wake up in the small bedroom inside of the cottage that you lived in with Gahyeon.

How will I know if she’s still here?

You feel something in your hand, so you pull the item into your sight.

The rose quartz stone isn’t shattered! That means that everything will be okay, right?

You make haste as you quickly prepare yourself for a day’s activities. You exit the bedroom in no time, only to see Gahyeon making breakfast in the kitchen.

“Gahyeon!” You cry out before giving her a hug.

She jumps slightly before relaxing in your embrace.

“Don’t scare me like that, Y/N! I don’t want to mess up breakfast for the two of us.” Gahyeon scolds before continuing to cook.

“Are you okay?” You mutter in disbelief.

“I’d like to ask the same thing to you, Y/N. You’ve been acting stranger than usual…”

Offended, you pull away from Gahyeon.

“I am not strange!”

Gahyeon laughs before shaking her head.

“Only fools like you are strange, Y/N. Don’t worry, it’s what makes you oddlycharming.”

“I think that would make us both fools. You’re kind of weird too.” You confidently say.

She glares at you before smiling. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

“You love me, no matter how weird I am.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that…” Gahyeon teases, and you sigh.

“Well, if you’re not sure…” You trail off to give Gahyeon a kiss on the cheek before saying, “that should help you make up your mind.”

Gahyeon turns red before the two of you burst out laughing. She pecks your lips before adding the final ingredient into the mixture. You decide to hug her from behind as you stare at the calm motion of the ocean out of the singular window in your shared home.

There’s no place like home, especially when “home” is right by your side.

Lia as Your GF

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TW: Food, fluff overload

- She’s always so smiley around you.

- She even has your name as ‘My Personal Sunshine ☀️’ on her phone

- Loves spoiling you with the finest of dates, gifts, etc.

- Does not care if you say no because she will spoil you anyway.

- She’s a great person to watch sad movies with because she’ll cry at the sad parts with you.

- But be prepared to jokingly be called “heartless” if you don’t cry during sad movies.

- Likes to switch between being the big spoon and little spoon while you cuddle

- Sometimes, she wants to take care of you, and other times, she just wants to be held in your arms.

- Lia always is complimenting you on everything that you do because she gets jealous very easily and doesn’t like when other people compliment you.

- “You’re so beautiful, honey. Have I told you that today?”

- “You’ve said that ten times in the past hour, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Yeji as Your GF

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TW: Fluff and softness overload

- She’s so sweet and lovely around you

- Like, she just melts at the sight of you

- Big-time cuddles. She just cannot get enough of you whenever she sees you

- Lots of soft pecks on the lips is her favorite way to kiss you.

- She’s your biggest fan throughout the smallest and biggest task in life

- And you always cheer her on too because you love her so much!

- Loves to hold your hand, especially in public.

- Also her heart flutters if you get jealous of other people.

- “Hey, back off my girl!”

- Yeji swoons over anything slightly romantic that you do.

- Poking her cheek is a surefire way to make her smile

- Compliments are her favorite form of flirting that you do.

Handong’s Shattered Ending - Your Lie

A/N: I’ll be the first to admit… this is one of the weirder endings, and as stated, none of this is actually canon. I hope you enjoy this semi-angsty and sad ending. :)

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TW: Mentions of death (If you’re a long time reader, than you’re not surprised lol), comas, abandonment, more author venting because why not?

You pull the lapis lazuli ring from its position. You grasp the ring in your hand before slipping it on your finger.

Handong has been on my mind since I knew who she was, and she was always there for me. It makes sense that I would want to go to her first since she’s been with me from the start. Handong, I’d risk shattering my dreams if it meant that I got another second with you.

You pull the covers over you as you slip into a silent dream.

~

You wake up surrounded by cold air as you pull yourself off of the ground.

Why am I here again? Why didn’t I wake up near Handong? Do I have to find her again?

You look towards the ring on your hand, but it’s missing from your finger.

That’s weird…

You open your palm, and you gasp at the shattered lapis lazuli in your hand.

No, this can’t be right! I did everything right! Why does this keep happening?

You quickly spin around as you look for the green light that guided you before.

Nothing. There’s nothing. I’ve got no help. I have to find Handong on my own.

You stuff the shattered stone in your pockets before taking off in one direction. You repeatedly call out for Handong, but no one replies.

Eventually, as your body is about to give up, you reach the building where Handong resides.

She’s got to be here. Where else would she be?

You make your way inside of the dark building before turning a light switch.

“Handong! Are you here?” You call out as you look through each and every room.

How could Handong just disappear like that?

You reach the room with computer screens and you decide to head inside in case she’s there.

What the-

The computer screens are all black, but each one displays a different word in bold, white lettering:

Real Me Make Never Could Love Your

You try to decipher the message in your head.

What could Handong be trying to tell me with a message like this?

You decide to read the message backwards out loud.

“Your love could never make me real.” You quietly say.

Your love could never make me real… What’s that supposed to mean? Is this a joke?

You see a small phone sitting on the desk with an audio file that is ready to be played. You take a deep breath before pressing play.

“Y/N, if this somehow gets to you… I want to apologize. I should’ve told you about this in the first place.

The stones aren’t real, Y/N. None of this is. The seamstress never gave you a box of stones. You never lived seven lives with seven separate girls. This reality you live in… it’s all a dream. The world that you think is reality isn’t. You’re trapped in your own nightmare, and you need to figure out how to get out.

That being said, if you’re hearing this, I’m assuming that you’re too late. This isn’t a childhood play pen, Y/N, this is a matter of life or death.

I can’t believe that I have to be the one to tell you this, but you were in a bad accident three months ago. You were put into a medically-induced coma so the doctors could try to save you. It worked for the most part, but you had some… side effects. I’m nothing more than your mind trying to cope with the fact that you’re about to die. You never got to love because you were hurt so young, so your mind wanted to give you that chance before you left.

Y/N… you are going to die.

God, I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve me trying to make up for my lie. You should live your truth instead of my lies.

Yet again, if you’re hearing this, my truth has become your lies.

You know I’m right, Y/N. Don’t fight it anymore. Is this really the world you chose to live in?

You shouldn’t have come back for me. You were warned about what the stones might do. It’s not my fault if you’re unhappy with the ending you got.

Good luck living in a world abandoned by life, Y/N. Hopefully you’ll have more luck than I did.”

Rosè as Your GF

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TW: Food, fluff, I spent ten whole minutes trying to find a Rosè gif that matched the other three but I gave up so hopefully it does not bug you as much as it bugs me. :)

- She is absolutely dedicated to you in every way possible.

- Like this woman would do anything to make you happy.

- “Are you okay? Do you need help? I can get you whatever you want, honey!”

- “…I stubbed my toe, Rosie. I’m fine.”

- She swoons over any and every nickname that you give her.

- Food dates are the best, especially if you cook the food together.

- FaceTiming each other when you can’t meet in person

- Good morning and good night texts for when she’s miles away from you.

- Rosè is always thinking of you, and she likes to remind you by doing little things like memorizing your takeout order or listening to your favorite songs.

- You bond over a love for music

- She’d absolutely play her guitar and she’d sing for you if you asked

- Lovingly gazes at you when you’re deep in thought.

Hey guys I’ve decided to do a Drabble game! My best friend helped me make this list! @himekute Love you bestie!

-One person = one number

-70 numbers available!

-Mainly stray kids but can do side characters from other groups in the Drabble

-You may request a time stamp along with your number 

1-“All it took was one look into those eyes and I knew that was the last time I’d be at home for a while.“ - girl of protective parents runs away/breaks rules for rebel bf

2-“Why is there a duckling floating in the bathtub?” - girl rescues a duckling from side of the road and brings in home. Bf discovers it and they become duck parents.

3-“I remember this feeling. It feels like home.“ cuddly bf attached to gf hip. Touching her one way or another - backhugs, holds hand, hand in back pocket, arm around hip.

4-“We didn’t know when we’d see each other again.” Spontaneous kissing. Passionate. Hands through hair. Picks up and pushes against the wall. Sits on counter tops. Nuzzling. Lip biting and bruising.

5-“Do you trust me?“

6-“You don’t have to do this. I can change. I’ll be better.”

7-“When I hear forever, I see their face smiling back at me.“

“8-“I didn’t mean to kill her.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m dead!”

“Her voice is still so energetic”

9-“Are we lost?”

“No?????”

“That sounded reassuring”

10-“I don’t really think before I act. It’s part of my charm”

11-“Excuse me? Are you telling me what to do?….thank goodness I have NO idea what I’m doing.”

12-“I’m dying.”

“No you’re just hungry.” (Not looking at them. Looking at tv)

(Lays body across their legs) “I’m not gonna make it.”

13-“You have three seconds before I start screaming.“

"Listen I-”

“One”

“You don’t understand-”

“Two”

“You see the thing is-”

“Three”

SCREECHES

14-“Don’t worry nobody is expecting much. Just be you…actually be you but like less…you.”

“Was that supposed to be a pep talk?”

15-“You couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions”

16-“Oh bite me” I rolled my eyes. I failed to notice his smirk. “With pleasure darling”

17-“When I’m done with you, you’re back is gonna be four different shades of red”

“Not if you can’t catch me”

18-“Take your things and go!…what are you DOING?! Put me down!”

“You said take my things and go!”

19-“Talk dirty to me.“

"It’s your turn to do the dishes tonight.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“You broke our dishwasher trying to clean your crocs.”

20-“When I say who’s cute, you say me!“

"Who’s cute?” “Me”

“Who’s cute?” “You”

“Who’s cute?” “Us”

“This is why I love you”

21-“Iwon’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me”

“You’re the reason im injured!”

“How was I supposed to know you would be dancing around the house mopping and that you would be very jumpy???”

22-“We gotta go NOW!”

“Why WHERES the fire?”

“Listen idk if you wanna deal with them but I’m not in the mood to have purple marks all over my neck!”

23-“Yeah you think you’re tough! Come AT me!”

“This I was a TERRIBLE IDEA!”

24-“This has got to be one of your dumbest ideas you’ve ever thought of.“

"Relax babe.” [Wears goggles while chopping onions] “see no tears.”

“Did you just cut yourself?”

“I think we need to go to the ER”

25-“What’s the plan?”

“You had a plan?”

“YOU were supposed to have the plan!”

“well I didn’t!”

26-“Hey so I was wondering…“

"Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you just found your next meal.”

“Because I just did.” Smirks

27-“You’re in trouble now baby.”

“Is is it too late to kiss it better?”

28-“I’m gonna show everyone who you belong to. You’re mine!”

29-“This is a terrible idea.”

“Do you wnat to go home?”

“Hell no! This is the most fun I’ve had in years!”

30-“I know this isn’t the way you wanted your life to turn out, but is that really such a bad thing?”

31-“You know when you said ‘let’s make tonight fun’ being hunted like deer in the back alleys wasnt exactly what I had in mind.“

32-“You were about to spend the night reorganizing your spice cabinet.”

“I don’t need to be attacked like this right now.”

33-“I’m cold, I’m

Tired, and I’m going to lose it if I don’t have cuddles and coffee in the next three minutes”

34-“How fast are you?”

“I compete with tiger”

“You mean A tiger?”

“No I mean tiger….my cousin’s rabbit”

35-“If they catch us were dead!”

36 “If I get one more jump scare I’m pulling this car over!”

“Umm THERES A WOLF ON OUR ROOF!”

37-“ Remind me again why I’m doing this.“

"Because you love me.”

38-“ Out of my way my baby is hurt!”

“39-“I’m not gonna ask again. You stay away from MY girl or I’ll rip You to shreds!”

40-“Your lips look cold can I warm them up?”

….”is that your way of asking for a kiss?”

“Listen linda I’ve been wanting to do this for MONTHS now just let me be smooth for once-“

41-“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Make yourself useful and kiss me.”

42-“So tell me whatcha want, whatcha really want.“

"I’ll tell ya what i want, what i really really want.

I want to kiss you (or i want to marry you or i want you to be mine).”

43-“Hey babe.“

"Yeah?”

“We’re out of sugar.”

“I’ll add it to the grocery list lat-”

Kisses her lips

“Don’t worry about it. I got some.”

44-“Why do we have 50,000 pillows on the bed. We only need two.“

"Listen, when the dust bunny soliders bust into our home we won’t be sitting ducks. You’ll thank me later.”

45-“How many lives need to be ruined before you admit here’s a problem?”

46-“Just because you can see a use doesn’t make something useless!”

47-“I never asked you to save me. And I definitely didn’t ask for the rest of this.”

48-“Stop shutting me out and talk to me for once. PLEASE.“

49-“Everybody makes mistakes.”

“Not everyone makes the same mistake three times!”

50-“Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on you. Fool me three times shame on you again for taking advantage of my good nature!”

51-“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the wya they look at you, whisper and chatter when you appear. They think you’re going to rescue them.”

52-“Run away if you want, but know who you are leaving behind and the risk you are taking. They may not be so patient.”

53-“I told you this all those months ago when we first met. I’ll say it again. I’m not who you think I am.”

54-“Don’t act like you know me. You don’t KNOW me”

“Yes I do!”

“What’s my favorite color then??”

“Easy blue!”

“…that doesn’t prove anything.”

55-“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I NEED TO BE SAVED?? AM I BROKEN TO YOU??“

"No that’s not it.”

“What is is then?!?!”

“I love you.”

56-“I love you on the outside.”

“Wow that makes me feel SOOOO much better”

“Now let me love you on the inside.”

57-“I already said 'I love you’.“

"I know.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you to say it to me again and mean it this time.”

58-“I love you”

“…what did you say?”

“Umm I said you cute?” 

“Say it again.” 

“You cute.” Gets close to her face “say it again”

59-“Can you do something for me?“ 

“Anything for you baby." 

“I want you to kiss me. And not just the sweet little short kisses we give each other. I need those long, hot, passionate deep kisses that’ll leave me breathless. I need you to hold me close to your chest and make it feel like you’ll never let me go. I need you to-”

60-“When I saw his face, I could see our entire future together. But when I looked into her eyes, all I could see were galaxies and possibilities.”

61-“Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.“ 

"Yeah, we’ve only met in your dreams. You’re even more beautiful in person.”

62-“DONT cover your marks. I want people to know you’re not for sale.” 

“…so I’m an object?” 

“No! Never! Sorry that came out wrong. But you are mine and I’d like people to keep their hands off.”

63-“(member full name)” “Yes (member last name) (y/f/n)?”” We aren’t married?” “Not yet babe”

64-“nope no kids!” “Why not :(((?” “I have to look after YOU!”

65. “Hey baaabe…" 

“Yeeeaaah???" 

“You never said we were expecting company." 

"I never said what-” pauses and stands protectively in front of them. In a deep voice and darkened eyes “What are you doing here?”

66-“okay this is going to seem absolutely crazy but I need you to run!” 

“You want me to RUN?? I’m sorry running is a SIN!” 

“It’s either that or be eaten take your pick.”

 “If I choose eaten does that make me a snack or a meal?”

67-“oh please I bet you can’t even kiss a girl sweetly . All you know how to do is be rough.” 

Slams hands on desk. “But you like it rough don’t you? I can see it. But that’ll have to wait for another time.”

 Scoff. “Another time? Like you’re gonna get a first time-“

68. “Why did I ever trust you!?!?" 

"Baby, don’t say things like that! You can trust me!!" 

"YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF BANANA BREAD WHEN I PUT A SPECIAL STICKY NOTE ON IT." 

"I’m sorry ”

 "No this marriage is over.“ 

"We aren’t married.”

 "You’re right we aren’t now.”

69. “Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me. Don’t think about me. Don’t *shaky breath* just *voice breaks* don’t.”

 "Love, let me explain. That wasn’t me.“ 

"It wasn’t you?? If it wasn’t you, then who was it???? Hmm!" 

"My twin.”

70. “Hey! Do me a favor will ya?”

“Yeah sure what do you - is that, why is there blood on your shirt?

“Kiss me.”

“W h a t?”

Kisses and pulls back after people pass them.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah sure whatever…blushes

20:23 (i love you so.)

pairings: kim mingyu x g/n reader

genre: angst, some fluff, mutual pining, (un)requited love, reader likes lying to themselves, exes but also !soulmate au?

wc:1.7k

(a/n: kind of my first serious drabble on this blog, ya’ll i dont even know what this is. i just blacked out and started typing shit at 1 am last night. was originally supposed to be around 20k aka a full length fic but hmm. gyuldaengies i am here to inform all of you with regret that i am one of you now /j. music inspo for this was ‘i love you so’ by the walters, feel free to listen to it as you read this steaming mess! special thanks to @beyoncesdragonand@praninllove for being the sweetest hypepeople ever pls)

Loneliness strikes the hardest when one hopes for company.

You nearly trip on the extension box uselessly lying on the floor with oodles of wire splayed out uselessly. You had forgotten to reel it back in after using it for your laptop last night. Who in their right mind lived in a bedroom with a singular plug point? You briefly reminisce about Seungkwan nearly punching the life out of your landlord before moving out of this apartment the both of you had originally agreed on cohabiting. The tiny smile that makes your lips curl up is involuntary but definitely not unwelcome. Where was he anyway? Wasn’t he supposed to be here with Chan already? You whip out your phone and cradle it between your head and your neck before squatting down to reel all the excess, neglected wire from the extension box back in.

The phone rings, and it doesn’t take long for your best friend of five years to pick up and growl unabashedly.

“We’re still on our way, (name). Stop calling!”

Your neck cracks, and the mobile almost slips as you whip your head to look at the clock on your wall. “On your way from where, Jeju? What in the world is taking you so long?”

There is a windy yell followed by a smack on the other end of the line. You also hear lots of panting, and that’s when it clicks.

“You’re..walking to my place.”

“Our ride broke down.” It’s Chan’s voice in your ear now.

“Well damn.” You get up and dust your pants a little before shoving the cursed wire filled box under your bed with your right foot. You really didn’t care how convenient it was at this point, you were never going to use it again for the foreseeable future. “How far along are you?”

“We’re on the bridge!”

Too late for them to go back then. Maybe they could crash at your place for the night before they got their crap together, it wasn’t like they lived ten minutes apart from you after all. You tell them this, and they agree. You end the call after you hear Seungkwan threatening to hurl Chan off the bridge for walking close enough to him to constantly end up stepping on his toes.

It’s hard not to let their chaos affect you. You feel a little ready to have fun, a little young and reckless despite all of that dreary paperwork sitting on your coffee table. Most of it was due on Monday. Was today Friday already? ‘Course it was, that was why Seungkwan and Chan were coming over. Movie nights were a tradition the three of you had followed since your university days no matter how hard life was going down on you. It was a tradition you followed even when you were at your worst, why would you jam the brakes on it when the only thing holding you back was an ugly stack of papers?

You weren’t inherently an organized person, but you were willing to try every once in a while. You scuttle around the apartment, intently scouring all the rooms for anything out of place. Existing seemed a little easier on days like these, days when you didn’t have to worry about everything at once. Days like these were like a hot balloon slowly drooping down to the ground just for you. You could climb on and feel lighter, you could feel yourself float away from everything that haunted you on all the nights you couldn’t will yourself to go to sleep.

The doorbell rings. Pizza guy or your friends?

It was neither of them. Your hot balloon deflates a little, and then it pops, harshly flinging you back into reality.

“Oh.”

Why was hehere?

Mingyu’s eyes widen when they fall upon you. He looks confused, a little frustrated even. He’s dressed to impress, with his hair neatly slicked back and a (riskily positioned) Rolex on his wrist. Heat rushes to your neck, because you’re suddenly growing very aware of your messy bun, your bare face and your unbelievably embarrassing Totoro pajamas. The primal urge to pat yourself down was growing exponentially by the minute.

You resort to staring blankly at the unopened bottle of wine with a pink bow around its neck dangling from his hand for almost a full minute before you look up at his denim jacket and clear your throat. “Can I help you?”

The confusion in your voice seems to stir him out of a stupor you didn’t know he was trapped in. He was fumbling for his phone now. “Sorry uh, I think I got the wrong door. I had no idea you lived here.”

His tone is a little distant, just like yours. You wonder when your friends would swoop in to save you from this mess of an interaction.

“Okay.”

Mingyu looks the same. It’s not like a person could drastically morph into a stranger in such a short span of time. Interacting with him was inevitable with that soul bond you both had. You two were always somehow bumping into each other at the worst places and times imaginable. That split he had razored into his eyebrow that you had noticed for the very first time when you had catastrophically rammed your trolley into his very full one at the convenience store nearly a week ago was still there. Maybe it had dulled a little, you couldn’t tell. You make the rookie mistake of unconsciously looking for that ever present mole on his cheek, and you almost bite the tip of your tongue when something familiar, something so delicate and longing threatens to seize your breath.

The opposite poles of a magnet were meant to pull each other with a lot of force, but what if they didn’t want that? Ironic. Mingyu did feel like everything you could ever possibly want, but why did he also feel like something too good to be true, something you could never have?

You’re brought back from your reverie when he coughs a little into his fist before the call connects and he raises the slightly cracked screen of his phone to his lips. “Hi babe, I think I got your door number wrong? Was it not 314?”

He was probably on a date then. Was it okay to assume? You’ve never heard him call any of his friends “babe”, so. It didn’t really matter to you anyways. It was another one of those silly little mistakes, him colliding with your day like this. He was going to leave soon, you could go back to waiting for Seungkwan and Chan, and before long, the three of you would be buried neck deep in the plot of a chunky psychological thriller. Everything was going to be fine, you weren’t going to let this ruin your day anymore.

“314? I’m at 314 though?” He’s still here, and he’s still on the phone. His hands were moving a little too wildly for someone carrying a wine bottle. Why was he even holding the neck of the bottle like it was the hilt of a sword? Wasn’t he supposed to be holding the body?

Foreshadowing was one hell of a bitch. You were right, unbearably so. There were glass shards everywhere, and all you saw was red. You weren’t seeing red because you were mad, there was red wine all over the welcome carpet right at the entrance of your apartment.

“Fuck.” He’s bending down haphazardly, panic lacing his actions. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t-”

“That’s alright.” You’re almost swatting him away from the ground, away from all those glass shards. The last thing you wanted to do with your time tonight was spend it with Kim Mingyu at the E.R. “I’ll clean this up, don’t worry.”

Don’t worry? You mentally curse yourself for sounding so stupid as you walk further into your apartment to get a dish filled with water, a wet rag and some disinfectant to get rid of all the sour wine smell. He’s still standing outside when you return, and you’re positive he’s staring at you when you messily fold your sleeves to start tidying up the floor, to start tidying up the pandemonium threatening to spill from the broken wine bottle inside your heart. “You don’t have to run late to your-” you catch yourself in time-”whatever, the bottle technically crashed inside my apartment, I can fix that myself. Just buy a new one or something.”

Maybe this was all you could do for him. A man you once knew, a man you (once, emphasis on the once) loved. You could let him go. You could clean up the mess you were maybe partially responsible for and wish him the best.

Maybe this was the only way you could care now.

Mingyu’s eyes narrow a little at your words. You try not to groan audibly when he (finally) steps inside and crouches down right beside you. Your shoulders are touching, the proximity is too much for you, and you try not to pop a vein when he pulls out a wet rag from a bucket and starts collecting all the small, dangerous glass pieces with quick, deft movements. This was out of your hands then, the fucker was definitely going to stain his denim-fuelled ensemble now.

“Ibroke the bottle inside yourplace, it doesn’t make sense for you to be doing this.”

Cool. How were you going to tell him you were doing it because you wanted him to be gone as quickly as possible and not because you didn’t want him running late for his date? It’s a little too domestic for your taste, the both of you hastily arguing over which corners of the room you were going to cover. It was waytoo domestic, the way he had to stretch his arm over your shoulder and pick up an ugly piece of green glass you had previously missed. You try your best to not grow comfortable, you try not to let the warmth from his demeanor seep into your bones.

You fail miserably.

“(name).”

“Mm?”

“It’s not a date. she’s just a friend.”

Your heart cracks a little. A bitter laugh bubbles from your lips as you throw down a fresh rag on a particularly wine-soaked spot a little too aggressively for your taste.

“Right. I never asked, though.”

[10:44pm] mark lee; fluff, tw alcohol. 0.5k words.

mark lee was a lightweight. this was a fact you knew well. and so, when you went out for a few late-night drinks with your boyfriend, you should’ve known it was going to end this way. while you were only tipsy, mark was passing into full-on drunk.

the walk home was only fifteen minutes normally, but you were taking it slowly, mark’s hand tightly grasping yours.

“hey,” mark murmured. “the park.”

you walked past the playground every day on your way to work, but it was eerily quiet and empty - as expected at this late hour. the roundabout sat motionless, the climbing frame empty.

mark looked at you, a scarily mischievous grin on his face. “should we…”

“the gate’s locked, mark,” you pointed out. “c'mon, let’s get home.”

he scoffed. “the fence is, what, a foot high?”

before you had the opportunity to respond, mark had let go of your hand, crossed the street, and hopped the fence. you blinked. and followed his steps.

mark was sitting on the swingset, beaming as he waited for you to join him. you took a seat on the second swing, and looked over at your boyfriend. you couldn’t help but smile back at him. his eyes were sparkling in the light of the streetlamps, and he looked positively angelic.

with a laugh, mark began to swing, pushing his legs through the air to boost his height. his giggles were music to your ears, and you followed suit.

“look how high i can go,” mark panted, and you chuckled at him.

“hey, watch this!” he said suddenly, and before you knew what was happening, he jumped off the seat, flying through the air and (miraculously) landing neatly on the cushioned rubber floor.

“oh my god, be careful!” you gasped at him.

“i’m a professional, baby,” he waved away your worries, looking very proud of his maneuver. you slowed your swinging down gradually, watching as mark shrugged out of his coat, discarding it on the floor and stretching his arms wide.

“you’ll catch a cold, mark lee,” you tutted, though he failed to listen.

“come here,” he said, extending his hand out to you. “come dance with me.”

you smiled, standing up. “there’s no music, markie.”

“we don’t need any,” he said, taking you into his arms. his hands went to your waist, and you rested yours on his shoulders. you let him move you, swaying together to an imaginary beat under the light of the moon.

“you’re so beautiful,” mark complimented you, gazing at you with pure adoration in his eyes. you leaned in, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing his lips.

“you’re so warm,” you said, pulling his body closer to yours and absorbing his body heat, combating the cool temperatures of the night. mark squeezed you tightly, picking you up and spinning you around.

“mark!” you giggled, and he put you down, kissing you again.

“let’s go home,” you suggested, and he nodded. “don’t forget your coat!”

“okay, baby,” he said, picking his coat up from the ground and taking your hand in his once more.

celeritas - kim jungwoo x gender neutral reader

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⇢   synopsis: celeritas; speed, swiftness. windswept hair and ripped jeans. kim jungwoo, mysterious neighbour and alleged street racer. just what secrets lie within this man? and can you match his speed?

⇢   word count: 7.3k

⇢   trigger warnings: car accident, blood, non-serious injury, swearing, implied sex but no explicit scenes.

⇢   a/n: this is my piece for adrenaline rush, the nct racer au collab! please make sure to check out the other pieces in the collab:)

When your boss moved you to the graveyard shift, you were certain it was nothing short of a curse. The lack of sunlight you witnessed, the subsequent cost of vitamin D supplements, the inherent loneliness of living your whole life while the majority of your city slept.

There were certain benefits, however, once you gave yourself the time to adjust. Laundry, for example. On your days off, you were perfectly free to saunter down to the completely empty laundry room in your apartment building, which was a rare sight. In days long past, you’d had to fight tooth and nail for an opportunity to run a load of laundry, although you had found that the room was mostly empty come 3 in the morning. Key word: mostly.

There was a certain gentleman, who apparently lived in your apartment building, although you hadn’t ever seen him before your late-night laundry escapades. Now, however, he seemed to be a regular fixture in your life. You hadn’t yet figured out whether this was a benefit or drawback. In fact, you were having trouble figuring him out in general.

Soft brown hair, a little overgrown but he wore it well. Warm eyes, dark and shining, the kind you’d expect to see on a puppy. An air of confidence, the sense that he knew exactly who he was and what he was worth. Something about him… you just had to know more. He was a particularly interesting synopsis on the back of a novel, and you wanted to stay up all night reading him, cover to cover. You’d begun sharing smiles with the man, glances across the laundry room. Not that night, though.

That night, his rosy lips were pointed decidedly downwards in a frustrated pout, his eyebrows furrowed in a worried knot. There was something on his mind, that much was clear, and your mind ran wild, creating stories about what might be troubling him. He’d missed his stop on the bus home and ended up in a strange neighbourhood, and he was attempting to comprehend the oddities he’d witnessed. He was an undefeated chess master, and an upcoming champion was threatening his spot on the throne. His pet turtle hadn’t been eating her greens and he just couldn’t figure out why. None of those things, or perhaps all of those things.

“Fuck! For the love of god!”

The man’s cursing startled you from your daydreams, the impact of his shout causing you to drop the shirt you were holding. Even through your alarm, you found yourself thinking that he had a nice voice - even when he was yelling obscenities. You wondered how it would sound when he paid compliments, when he rambled about something he cared about, when poetry tumbled from his lips.

“Hey,” you called to him across the room, with all the bravery you could muster. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, although this clearly wasn’t the case. “I just can’t get this damn stain out.”

“Hm. What’s the stain?”

He lifted the shirt higher so that you could see it. A white t-shirt - well, you assumed it was once white. The condition of the fabric, when he pulled it from the washing machine, was a little less than ideal. A rusty stain covered the expanse of the material, red and brown. The man was far from happy - you could tell this wasn’t his first time battling this particular stain.

“Would you believe me if I said it’s ketchup?” he asked with a wry smirk. You couldn’t help but smile back at him - his sarcastic amusement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but feel that this was a frequent exchange for him. Not so much the laundry situation, but the smirk, making warmth blossom in the heart of a complete stranger.

You nodded. “Got it, no questions asked. Have you tried running a cold cycle? And do you wanna borrow some stain remover?”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he praised you. “Or at the very least, a shirt-saver.” You laughed at this; you wouldn’t have expected him to be so dorky. Or, upon reconsideration, maybe it was obvious. From the way his eyes glinted in the light. You swiftly closed your own machine, setting off the cycle, before gathering your equipment, your clothes-washing tools, and taking them over to the man.

“Here,” you said, taking the shirt from him and squirting the remover onto it. You walked him through the steps, rubbing the substance into the material before tossing it back into the machine and running a cold cycle.

“I’m Jungwoo, by the way. Apartment 127.” He held his hand out, and you shook it. Jungwoo, you thought, running his name through your mind. You wondered how it might taste, through laughter or in the dark.

“[Name]. Apartment 129.”

“No way,” he remarked. “We’re so close together - how haven’t we bumped into each other? Before recently, I mean.” It made you feel strangely special, the way he acknowledged your recent encounters with each other. Though you’d never spoken, he recognised you. He’d noticedyou.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know. Well, actually - I just moved to the night shift.”

“That’ll be it,” he confirmed. “I’m a creature of the night, mainly.”

“Well, I’m gonna go. I have… stuff to do.” His pause intrigued you, but you let it slip. Jungwoo tapped the sign on the wall beside him, reading DO NOT LEAVE LAUNDRY UNATTENDED. “I won’t tell if you won’t. See you around, [Name].” With a wink, and a smile, he was gone.

*

Now that you had a name to the face, a voice to the man, a sliver of personality to the otherwise unknown figure, Jungwoo seemed to occupy your thoughts a lot more in the coming week. Hard as you tried to curb these thoughts - you barely knew the man, after all - but whenever you left your apartment, particularly when it was any later than 11pm, you found yourself looking for him. You scanned the hallways, crossed your fingers when the elevator doors opened, kept an eye on the door of apartment 127. It was all to no avail, however. You didn’t see Jungwoo once in the week following.

You’d almost given up hope entirely, or perhaps you were so weary and exhausted from your shift that even Jungwoo was far from your thoughts, which were solely focused on your warm, comfortable bed that you couldn’t wait to fall into. Birds were chattering away to one another, and you sincerely believed you’d never get used to falling asleep at seven in the morning. As you were scanning your way into the building, passing your key fob over the sensor, you noticed a figure behind you, in your reflection. The person was tall, though their identity was hidden by their hood, and fear flashed through you.

You really hoped this wasn’t one of those horror stories - where a strange man gains entry to an apartment building where he doesn’t belong, only to murder its inhabitants. You glanced backwards before you pulled the door open, only for your fear to lessen and your concern-slash-confusion to raise.

“Jungwoo?” you asked, peering at him. He was clearly trying to hide himself, but you knew it was him. You unrecognised his lips, and hoped that wasn’t creepy, but what deterred you was the swelling around the left side of his jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Hey, [Name]. I’m fine.” He tried to give you a reassuring smile, but winced as the action twinged his swollen features.

“You don’t seem too fine,” you commented, trying to peer at the rest of his face, under his hood.

“I’ve had worse,” he shrugged, wincing again. “Look, can we go inside?”

You frowned, pulling open your apartment door before ushering him inside and pulling down his hood, acting fast and catching him unaware, only to gasp at the state of his face. Along with his swollen jaw was a black eye, and a gash across his forehead that had recently ceased its bleeding, judging by the dark, dried blood around the site of injury

“Oh my god, Jungwoo, what happened?”

“Listen, I said it’s fine-”

“Come on, let me patch you up.” You grasped his arm, marching him towards the elevator, and he got the message that his protesting was worthless and you wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. Once in your apartment, you pulled a chair out from your kitchen table and pushed Jungwoo firmly down onto it, before digging the first aid kit out of your cupboard.

Jungwoo was silent through the whole affair, and you sensed that some of this was surprise. It didn’t seem like he was used to this - being taken charge of, that was. He seemed like the type of guy who took charge of everything and everyone he encountered. Well, you supposed, he had met his match.

He was a good patient, and only flinched once, when you brushed his wounds with an antibacterial wipe. Finished your cleaning and bandaging, you leaned back against your kitchen counter, eyeing the man up. He said nothing, simply looking back at you with an undetectable look on his face. His lips were set in a straight line, though his eyes were soft.

“Do you want a drink?” you asked him eventually, breaking the silence. “I have decaf coffee, tea, hot cocoa-”

“Hot cocoa, please!” Jungwoo interrupted, looking excited all of a sudden, despite his injuries. You nodded, and went to prepare two hot cocoas. Silence fell again, and it was a strangely comfortable silence considering you were near-strangers.

“So,” you spoke after a few moments, “I know I said I wouldn’t ask questions. But I did just fix your face, so I think you kinda owe me a little explanation.”

“Hey, hey. This face? Could neverneed fixing. You can’t fix perfection.”

You gave him a look. “You’re avoiding the subject, Jungwoo.”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I’m a street racer.”

You paused for a few beats, looking at him. Searching his face for any sign of amusement, waiting for a gotcha!

It didn’t come. “A street racer?”

“You don’t believe me?” he asked. He sounded genuine. You were left wondering whether he was, in fact, a street racer… or a pathological liar.

“You don’t look like a street racer,” was all you said, as you handed him his cocoa. He took a sip.

“Then, what do I look like?” he questioned. A model, you thought. Outwardly, however, you simply shrugged, and tried to hide your blush by taking a sip of your drink. “You can come see me in action if you want, baby. I’m racing again tomorrow night, midnight.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Follow a mysterious man, who I’ve found covered in blood on twoseparate occasions? Come on. Even to you, that must sound a little shifty.”

Jungwoo shrugged. “You’re the one who invited me into your home, baby.”

You sighed -  you couldn’t really fight him on that one. You wrapped your hands around your mug tightly. “I don’t know anything about you, Jungwoo. I don’t even know your last name-”

“Kim,” he interrupted. “Kim Jungwoo.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. Well I know your last name, now. But still. How do I know you’re even telling the truth?”

Jungwoo smiled, his lips twisting upwards in the corners in the most endearing way possible. He looked into your eyes. “[Name]. Darling. Why would I lie?”

You give him a cynical look. “Really, Jungwoo? There are some serious creeps out there. Creeps who tell many different lies for many different reasons. And none of them are good reasons.”

“Just trust me, okay? Take a leap of faith.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Most creeps weren’t thispretty. “A leap right into my arms,” he continued, stretching his arms wide as an invitation.

Snorting out a laugh, you delivered a shove to his shoulder. Gently - you didn’t know the extent of his injuries. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Midnight, right?”

“Midnight,” he confirmed. He smiled at you, in a way that you couldn’t help but smile back. “See you then.”

With that, he was gone, leaving you alone in your kitchen once more. Jungwoo always seemed to come and go, much like a tornado, leaving you shell-shocked and windswept in his wake. Street racing, hm? You shook your head to yourself. Just what were you getting yourself into?

*

As you didn’t have a car, you didn’t tend to visit your building’s underground parking lot often. If you did, you were sure you would’ve noticed Jungwoo’s car before. Cars didn’t typically stand out to you - you weren’t a car person. But even you had to admit, there was something impressive about the vehicle.

It sat low to the ground, vintage-looking, stark black with two contrasting white stripes running across the middle. You didn’t know they still made cars like that; maybe they didn’t, you considered. You found yourself wondering how it sounded when the engine ran, how it looked when Jungwoo sped down city streets inside it. You noted the sizable dent on the front bumper, and wondered just how bad his crash had been the previous night. Apparently not big enough to deter him, seeing that he got right back into the game, but perhaps that said more about Jungwoo than the size of the crash.

“What do you think?” Jungwoo asked, his smirk audible in his voice. This thing was clearly his pride and joy.

“I like it,” you admitted honestly. It’s cute, you tacked on, mentally. Though it was an honest compliment, you weren’t sure it would go down well if you voiced it.

You smiled when Jungwoo opened the passenger-side door for you. It was nice learning things about him - he was a gentleman, you noted, someone who believed in chivalry.

“You aren’t gonna speed with me in the car, right?” you asked as he settled into the driver’s seat, only half joking.

He shook his head. “I put myself at risk when I drive. I wouldn’t do the same to you, [Name].” You said nothing, but felt your heart swell.

“It’s just a twenty-minute drive, baby. This kinda stuff has to take place on the outskirts of the city.”

“Hey,” you remarked, your tone surprised, curious, but not hostile. “Why do you keep calling me baby?”

Jungwoo paused for a moment. He didn’t seem to have the answer any more than you did. “I don’t call everyone ‘baby’ y’know. I’m not one of thoseguys,” he noted your sceptical look, “Really.” He trained his gaze back towards the road, eyes pointed forwards. “Something about you… I don’t know, [Name]. I just have to call you baby.”

You’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter wildly at that. You pulled your scarf up to hide the blush that flooded your cheeks. You’d spent far longer than you’d like to admit picking out your outfit. You weren’t entirely sure what type of person he was yet, nor the crowd he raced with. Not that you were trying to impress anybody - that wasn’t you, that wasn’t what you did. You just didn’t want to stand out too much.

The weather was warming but the nights were still cool. You’d gone for a light jacket, paired with your favourite scarf. Enough to keep you warm, but not so much that you were completely bundled up.

“This isn’t a big race, by the way,” Jungwoo shared. “I’m sorry I can’t show you something more impressive.”

“That’s okay,” you told him, and it was the truth. You were happy to be invited here regardless. “I’ve never seen street racing before, so I guess I’ll be impressed by anything.”

Jungwoo snickered. “You’re cute.”

The city lights passed by in red and white streaks, and you felt dazzled. Before long, Jungwoo was pulling into a parking lot on the outskirts of the city. It had a strange feel to it; you knew that, by day, this place was probably rather abandoned, seeing activity levels of zero, most days. But now, just after midnight, there was a thrum of energy, small as it were.

Streetlights shone onto the lot, revealing one other car, its door open. One figure stood beside the car, another sitting in the passenger’s seat.

Jungwoo put the car in park, but paused and turned to you before getting out. “Hey, if you wanna go home at any point, just let me know. I’m your ride ‘n stuff, so…”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

“And, by the way, if you get scared, you can always hold your hand.”

You scoffed. “Sure. You wish.”

Jungwoo winked at you, and opened his door to climb out. “Maybe I do wish that,” he murmured before swiftly moving on, not giving you enough time to react. “The door sticks, I’ll come open it for you.”

Jungwoo was flirty. But you didn’t know what he was after. You didn’t know how genuine he was. Sure, he’d invited you out here to watch him race with his friends, but how did you know he wasn’t just doing it to get laid? Were you the first person he’d brought here? The second? The tenth?

You found yourself flustered as you looked up at him, climbing out of the car. You really had to stop overthinking every interaction between you two. You left the car and approached the other, sticking close to Jungwoo’s side.

“Jungwoo,” greeted the standing man with an inclination of his head, a happy grin on his face.

“Hey guys,” Jungwoo grinned at the boys. “This is [Name], like I said.”

“Hi,” you waved politely.

“This is Yukhei and Sicheng,” he indicated to his friends. You found yourself wondering, Are all street racers this beautiful?

Yukhei was tall, an overgrown golden retriever of a man, with kind eyes and tousled hair. His beauty was a warm and welcoming one, and you couldn’t help but feel favourably towards him right away. Sicheng, sitting in the car, had a more elegant, delicate beauty, a slight smile and a curious gaze; something about him intrigued you. You weren’t sure what you’d expected of a group of street racers, but this wasn’t it.

“Let’s get into it,” Jungwoo declared, sounding fired up. His excitement was electric, you felt it in the air.

“Move it, babe,” Yukhei instructed Sicheng, who left the car with a roll of his eyes.

“Look after [Name] for me, Sicheng,” Jungwoo called out before getting back in his car.

“I’m sure [Name] can look after themselves,” Sicheng responded, before turning to you. “You might want to step back for this, though.”

You complied wordlessly, taking a few steps backwards. Jungwoo and Yukhei lined up their respective cars, revving their engines a little more ferocity than necessary. Sicheng stood in front of them, a piece of fabric in his hand that looked like a bandana. He raised it in the air. The tension was thick, anticipation weighing on your shoulders. Sicheng lowered the bandana, and in an instant the cars were gone, leaving behind a cloud of dust which you braced yourself against.

And then… silence. It felt a little anticlimactic, but it made sense when you thought about it; the boys were racing through a concrete jungle, obviously you couldn’t observe the whole course. Sicheng let out a huge breath, a cathartic sigh. You realised that your own adrenaline was running high, and imagined that Sicheng’s must be even higher, since the cars had rushed right past him, impossibly close.

“That’s that,” he commented, smiling at you. He came to stand beside you, and you watched as he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a flask. “Cocoa,” he said, before taking a swig. “Want some?”

You took it happily, enjoying the warmth that the sip instilled deep inside you. The night was a bit colder than you expected.

“So, you’re Yukhei’s-” the word boyfriendwas on the tip of your tongue, but Sicheng interrupted before it could come out.

“No, no. We’re just friends - he’s my best friend. He’s like a brother to me.”

You nodded in understanding. “And you don’t race?”

“Only idiots race,” he said sagely, and you trusted his judgement; if the people he was closest to races, he would surely be an expert.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You accepted the cocoa flask, when he offered it to you again.

“So, how do you know Jungwoo? He was very vague when he said he was bringing someone.”

Your initial response, mentally, was I don’t know him, not really. Although, you waved it away. It didn’t feel true. “He’s my neighbour. We haven’t known each other long.”

“He must like you,” Sicheng remarked offhandedly.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” you denied, skeptical.

“He wouldn’t have brought you here if you weren’t special. This whole thing, the racing, it’s all underground. You can get into a lot of trouble when you’re caught.”

You thought this over. Special. Of course, this was Sicheng’s word, not Jungwoo’s, but you wanted it to be true. It seemed more and more likely, the longer you dwelled on it; and you certainly had spent some time dwelling on it. He must’ve seen somethingin you, to invite you here. Maybe more than just bed-material. Maybe.

Minutes later, the two cars returned to the parking lot, almost side by side.

“I won that, for sure!” Yukhei yelled out of his open window.

“Yeah, for once,” Jungwoo contended. “C’mon, you’re showing me up in front of [Name]. They’re gonna think I’m a bad racer.”

“You’ll get it next time, Jungwoo,” you cheered him on with a smile.

Jungwoo and Yukhei raced a few more times, while you and Sicheng drank hot cocoa and cheered them on. You couldn’t explain why, but you felt more and more enthusiastic each time Jungwoo returned; you really got into the spirit of things. Jungwoo seemed to be the clear victor; he had won four races while Yukhei had only won one.

“Should we call it a night?” Jungwoo asked. “I’m starving.” You had to admit, you were getting pretty hungry too. Upon checking your phone, you realised that a few hours had passed. You were so consumed in the excitement, in keeping score for Jungwoo, that you’d barely realised time was passing.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Yukhei agreed. “We going to Aeja’s?”

Jungwoo turned to you. “Are you up for that, [Name]?”

“Aeja’s?”

“Aeja’s diner,” he elaborated. “The bestapple pie you’ve ever tasted. Are you hungry? I can take you home, if you want.”

Your stomach rumbled, as if answering the question for you, and you chuckled. “I’m famished.”

You found yourself smiling when you got back into the car with Jungwoo. His presence was warm, and it felt good to be sitting next to him again.

“Are you having fun tonight?” Jungwoo asked you as he pulled out of the parking lot, following Yukhei’s car. “Sorry we haven’t really got to hang out yet. It can be kinda boring, watching people race.”

“No, I’m having fun,” you told him honestly. “This is exciting, and Sicheng’s been keeping me company; he seems nice.”

“I hope we can spend some more time together, [Name],” Jungwoo said, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you. “We should hang out again.”

“I’d like that,” you replied honestly.

The tinkle of the bell above the door was a light, welcoming sound when you stepped into the diner. It was a nice place, and though you’d never been there before, it somehow instilled a sense of warm nostalgia within you. Hardwood floors, neon lights, cracked red leather booths. It was like something out of a movie. It was empty, save for a bored-looking waiter behind the counter.

“You guys again? Really?” he drawled, but there was a teasing expression on his face. He had an angular jaw, chocolate-brown hair in a low ponytail, and a nametag reading Yuta.

“Hush. We keep you in business,” shot back Sicheng, as the four of you found your seats in a booth.

“You’re right,” the waiter - Yuta - conceded. “Manager’s talking about shutting this place up at 10 every night.” He came around the counter, joining you at your table.

“Don’t you dare,” threatened Yukhei, sounding deeply devastated at the prospect of new opening hours.

“It’s not up to me, bro,” Yuta raised his hands in surrender, seeming amused.

“Ineedthis place,” Yukhei iterated.

“Yeah, yeah. What do you want?” Yuta pulled a notebook and pencil from the pocket in his apron, ready to take your orders.

Jungwoo, Yukhei and Sicheng all knew what they wanted immediately, being regulars at the diner, so you just followed Jungwoo’s lead and ordered a burger and fries, with a milkshake.

Yukhei folded his arms onto the table, leaning towards you. “So. Did Jungwoo tell you about the big race?”

You looked to Jungwoo in question. “Big race?”

Jungwoo nodded in confirmation. “In a few weeks. That’s what we’re practicing for right now.”

“Million won prize,” Yukhei interjected.

Your eyes widened in surprise. “A million? Where does the money even come from?”

“Gambling, mostly,” Jungwoo explained. “A lot of people bet on the organised races.”

“Your Jungwoo’s the favourite for this upcoming race - three to one.”

You dismissed Yukhei’s remark of your Jungwoo, instead focusing on his claim of Jungwoo’s capability. “Woah, really?” He looked bashful when he met your gaze, and you had to admire the fact that he hadn’t bragged about this to you; you’d met far too many boys who boasted and gloated about their many triumphs, talking themselves up in a completely unnecessary and unlikable way. Jungwoo wasn’t one of these boys, it seemed.

“It’s not like this is a hugerace,” he explained. “I only stand out locally. Plus, I have some pretty strong competition in this guy Jaehyun.”

“This is so crazy,” you expressed. “This whole street racing thing, I mean. It’s all been happening right under my nose and I had no idea. I didn’t even know it existed, really. I kind of thought it was just a movie thing.”

“It’s very real, baby,” Jungwoo assured you. You had to admit, you weren’t at all mad about the pet name he’d assigned to you; your heart fluttered each time the word passed his lips.

Yuta returned with your food, and you all tucked in. The boys hadn’t been exaggerating about the quality of this place - the fries were heavenly, the burger not too greasy.

“You know what they say about street racing, right?” Sicheng asked you, and you looked at him inquisitively. “Street racing started when they made the second car.” You smiled at the charming proverb.

“Drive fast and leave a sexy corpse, that’s my motto,” Yukhei said, around a mouthful of burger. Jungwoo snorted out a laugh, and Sicheng rolled his eyes though he was clearly amused. You caught Jungwoo’s gaze, and your own laughter doubled. There was a certain happiness that erupted within you, whenever you made eye contact with the boy.

You had to admit, this night was the most fun you’d had in a long time. You hadn’t met up with any friends in a while, now that you were a night owl, and you appreciated the way these three boys accepted you into their circle.

*

It was almost instantaneous, the switch in your life from loner to social butterfly. You began spending your nights with Jungwoo, Yukhei, and Sicheng, either racing, hanging in the diner, or otherwise exploring the city. You and Jungwoo had grown close, faster than you would’ve expected. He set off fireworks in your heart, stars erupting whenever you closed your eyes.

“What did you do before I came along?” you asked Sicheng as he poured you a cup of hot cocoa, in the parking lot that had grown incredibly familiar. “This must be so boring on your own.”

“I didn’t come to watch them race often,” Sicheng said. “I come to the big races, and we hang out a lot anyways - it’s not easy to find other people who are pretty much nocturnal. But Jungwoo asked me to come along to keep you company that first night.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. You supposed this was a new routine for more than just you.

“Oh, shit,” Sicheng muttered suddenly, looking past you. You turned to see red flashing lights, a police car cruising by silently.

“That’s bad, right?” you asked Sicheng, your heart spiking with nerves.

“It’s not good,” he confirmed, grimacing.

“What’ll happen if they’re caught?”

“They’ll probably get taken down to the station,” he explained. “After that, who knows.” Sicheng seemed worried, going by the tense look on his face, and his agitation was contagious. A sense of panic began to set in, and you chewed your lip anxiously.

“If they realise cops are patrolling before they’re caught, they should manage to get away okay,” he said, and you nodded in understanding.

After a few minutes, a few tense and painful minutes, a car rolled into a parking lot - Yukhei’s. He drove to you and Sicheng, parking up and climbing out.

“Where’s Jungwoo?” were the first words that passed your lips, urgent and hurried.

“Hiding out, I hope,” Yukhei responded, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking cop car, patrolling. We split when we saw it.”

Your worries weren’t eased in the slightest. “I’ll try texting him.” When you pulled your phone out of your pocket, you realised your hands were shaking.

Are you okay??? you tapped out, as quickly as you could. Moments passed. “He’s not replying,” you exhaled.

“Don’t worry, okay? It could mean he’s on the road, driving back here,” Yukhei said.

“It could also mean he’s been caught,” Sicheng mentioned. You saw Yukhei shoot him a look that said not helping.

Yukhei patted you on the shoulder. “Jungwoo’s survived much closer calls than this, alright? He’s tough. He’ll be fine.”

Though it felt like hours had passed, it had only been eight minutes, and you knew this precisely as you’d been checking your phone for messages the whole time. When the hum of Jungwoo’s engine neared, and he arrived at the parking lot, you audibly gasped. He jumped out of his car, and the sight of him, unscathed, brought relief that was almost overwhelming. You ran to him, hugging him tightly.

“Hey, hey, I’m alright. It’s okay,” Jungwoo reassured you with a surprised laugh, wrapping his arms around you. You pulled away, feeling shy all of a sudden, though Jungwoo kept a hold on you, arm wrapped around your waist.

“You think there was a leak?” Jungwoo asked.

“Maybe,” Yukhei responded with a shrug.

“A leak?” you asked. “What do you mean?”

“The police may have gotten word that there’s a race planned here. They don’t usually patrol this area,” Jungwoo explained, still holding you close.

“That’s what makes it a perfect racing spot,” Yukhei added. “No speed cameras, no police.”

Jungwoo sighed. “Let’s just call it quits for tonight, yeah? I’ll talk to Johnny tomorrow, see what he knows.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Yukhei agreed. “Let me know if you hear anything.”

“C’mon, baby,” Jungwoo said, ushering you to his car.

The ride home was strangely silent. You didn’t think it had ever been this quiet between the two of you, not since your laundry room days. When Jungwoo parked up in the garage, he paused before getting out of the car, turning to you.

“Hey,” he said softly, placing a comforting hand on your knee. “You okay?” You simply nodded, eyes trained on your lap. “Look at me,” he said, and you did. His eyes were wide, genuine concern evident in his expression.

“I was really worried about you tonight,” you explained, and he smiled.

“I know,” he said gently. “That’s not something I’m used to, y’know? There usually isn’t anyone to worry about me like this.” His voice didn’t call for pity. If anything, he sounded amused by your outburst.

“I don’t know what came over me. I was terrified for you, Jungwoo.”

His smile turned into more of a smirk. “Maybe you just care about me, baby.”

“I do. I really do.” Your heart was racing, pounding at an alarming rate. Looking at Jungwoo, this hurricane of a man who had stormed his way into your life, you felt something you couldn’t explain. You wanted to be close to him, to stay close to him forever. When he slowly leaned in, you closed your eyes and waited for his lips to find yours.

They were soft - softer than you would’ve expected. His touch was light as a feather when he cupped your cheek. Your hands went to him automatically, settling on his body as though they were always supposed to be there; your left landing on his shoulder, your right flat on his chest. Jungwoo deepened the kiss without hesitation, sliding his tongue past your lips and using it expertly. A small moan emerged from within you, and Jungwoo pulled away before things got any more intense. You were left panting slightly, adrenaline coursing through you.

“I care about you too, for the record,” Jungwoo stated, and you smiled, shaking your head in amusement.

“Do you want to come to my apartment?” you invited him.

“I’d love to.”

*

You awoke as the sun was setting, golden rays filtering through your curtains. You blinked yourself awake, eyes adjusting to the room. Jungwoo was sitting at the edge of your bed, scrolling through his phone. You smiled to yourself, admiring his frame, the wide expanse of his shoulders. You noticed his eyebrows tied together, frustration etched into his features, and wondered just what he was looking at.

“Morning,” you greeted him sleepily, before amending, “Evening.”

“Hey, baby,” he replied, expression softening into a kind smile once he saw that you were awake. “You sleep well?”

You nodded. “Everything okay?”

Jungwoo laughed, a stressed chuckle, as he ran his hand through his hair. “One of our message boards was infiltrated - everything’s coded, but we can’t take any risks, especially not after last night. We’re gonna have to change the location of the race.”

“Oh no,” you said with a frown, moving to sit beside him. He lifted his arm, and you cuddled into his side, savoring his warmth. You tried hard not to smile to yourself, given Jungwoo’s unfortunate situation. You hadn’t realised just how much you’d craved his touch until you got it, and now you’d gotten a taste, you never wanted to let go.

Jungwoo groaned. “This is gonna throw me off, big-time.”

“But it’ll throw everyone else off, too. That could be a bonus,” you pointed out.

“You’re right,” he agreed, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Plus, I have you now. My good luck charm.”

You smiled into the warm skin of his bare chest. This was a big obstacle, very close to the race. But, even with your very limited knowledge on the subject, Jungwoo seemed like a very competent racer. You knew he’d push through this.

*

The boys hadn’t been exaggerating about the sheer energy these big races brought. There was an electricity in the air, and you felt inexplicably giddy, as though all your hairs were standing on end.

Floodlights shone down on the parking lot - not the one you’d been visiting, unfortunately, but a revised location on the other side of the city. The place was swarming, a whole crowd of people packed into the lot. Around fifty, if you had to estimate. Drinking, laughing, preparing. You didn’t know what you’d expected, in terms of demographics, but you were surprised. People from all walks of life were here; punks with brightly coloured mohawks, men who wouldn’t look out of place as lawyers or accountants, some of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen. It seemed that the art of street racing was seductive to all types of people.

You clutched Jungwoo’s hand as you looked out at everyone, standing beside his trusty car. You knew he was nervous, but he didn’t show it. He smiled down at you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“You’re gonna do amazing,” you reassured him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“I know,” he said, hints of a smirk on his lips. He looked past you suddenly, scowling. “Who let you in here?”

You turned to see a man approaching, a smug look plastered on his face. He was tall, as tall as Jungwoo, and handsome. Though his charm was different to Jungwoo’s; where Jungwoo was pretty, puppy-dog eyes and a bright smile, Jaehyun was angular, cocky grin and dark eyes.

“Could ask the same about you,” he shot back. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”

Jungwoo sighed, shaking his head with a smile. “Don’t try to trash talk me, Jaehyun. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not gonna be the one who’s embarrassed, Kim,” Jaehyun denied. “See you out there.”

“You won’t see me, man,” Jungwoo called out to him as he walked away. “You’ll be left behind in my dust.” Jaehyun failed to reply, only shooting Jungwoo the middle finger behind his back. Jungwoo snorted in laughter.

“So, that’s Jaehyun?” you asked. You’d heard about him, from Jungwoo and the others. He was one of the only racers who was on Jungwoo’s level, his biggest competitor. He’d won the last race, and Jungwoo was determined to take back the crown.

“Yeah, that’s him,” Jungwoo nodded. “Nasty piece of work, right?”

“Yeah, awful,” you agreed with a laugh - it wasn’t serious. The two of them were rivals, that much was evident, but you sensed a great deal of respect between them, without a doubt. They challenged each other, pushed each other to be better, and it seemed that they appreciated each other for that.

An air horn sounded suddenly, and you grasped Jungwoo’s hand a little tighter in surprise. He grinned at you, and you laughed as your cheeks heated. You were just so excited, so worked up, that it made you jumpy. “That’s the signal, babe,” Jungwoo explained. “Kiss for good luck?” You complied, giving him one last lingering kiss.

You reconvened with Sicheng, watching as Jungwoo and Yukhei got in their cars and drove towards the starting line. There were six cars, in total, with Jungwoo, Yukhei, and Jaehyun accounting for three of them. Yukhei’s nimble red car stood out among the bunch; Jaehyun’s was a deep blue, bigger than Yukhei or Jungwoo’s; however Jungwoo’s was certainly the most impressive of the bunch, with her stark white stripes. You could have been biased, though.

Your heart was pounding. With nerves, with excitement, possibly even a bit of fear. This was racing - realracing. You knew how dangerous it could get. After all, you’d fixed up Jungwoo’s injuries yourself. And, really, he was lucky to get away that lightly.

The parking lot was near silent as the cars lined up. You and Sicheng stood, a few metres away from the line of cars. You looked at Jungwoo, through his windshield. There was a look on his face, determined and excited, that made your heart flutter.

You’d never felt a silence so heavy, never heard a silence so loud. It was as though every single person was holding their breath. The tension sunk its sharp, jagged teeth into your skin, and you dug your nails into your palm.

“On your marks,” boomed a voice, amplified by a megaphone.

“Get set.” Engines revved.

“Go!”

Almost the instant the word had been uttered, the cars had sped off, leaving no trace behind. The crowd erupted, whooping and cheering. Sicheng pulled you into a hug, and you laughed as you held him close. There was a certain high that came from this, an adrenaline rush. You could barely even imagine how Jungwoo must be feeling, flying down the streets at lightning speed.

“You look nervous,” Sicheng commented, the corner of his mouth lifting. You gave him a small smile in response. “Jungwoo knows what he’s doing,” he reassured you, and you nodded. This felt so reminiscent of the times you’d spent with Sicheng, waiting for Jungwoo and Yukhei to finish racing, drinking hot cocoa and laughing together. Though it also felt wildly different. There was something riding on this race; Jungwoo’s pride and a lot of money. Your heart was pounding. A month ago you’d never spared a thought for street racing, and now? You’d give anythingfor one man to win this race.

The race was a little longer than what Jungwoo and Yukhei had been practicing - or maybe it only felt that way because you were sitting on the edge of your metaphorical seat. You could hear them, in the distance. An unmistakable low rumbling, thrumming through the asphalt. It grew louder, the cars drew nearer. You reached for Sicheng’s hand, clutching it tightly as butterflies raged in your stomach. You stepped forwards, peering down the street. You saw the headlights in the distance, as they turned onto the stretch of road. Sicheng gripped your shoulder, pulling you back gently from harm’s way, and you chuckled, a little embarrassed at your anxious enthusiasm.

You didn’t think you’d ever seen cars move that fast - in fact, you didn’t think you’d ever seen anythingmove that fast. You barely had time to blink, as Jungwoo and Jaehyun’s vehicles, a blur of black and navy, raced ahead of the others, appearing in front of you within an instant.

A screech, a deafening crashing sound, and a hoard of gasps met your ears all at once. If it weren’t for Sicheng’s grasp on your hand, you would’ve ran directly into the line of oncoming cars. “Jungwoo!” you heard yourself cry out, and although it was your voice, it sounded distant, far away.

“Hey, hey, [Name],” Sicheng said, pulling you closer to him. “He’s okay, Jungwoo’s okay.” His words were meant to soothe you, but his voice was still tinged with worry. You blinked, looking out at the scene in front of you.

The other cars whizzed by, driving past the wreck that Jaehyun’s car had become. Jungwoo had been the clear winner, as Jaehyun’s car had skidded off-course just a short distance from the finish line. The bumper had been dented, the metal crumpling as though it were paper. You watched as Jaehyun stumbled out of the driver’s side, mostly unscathed. A group of people ran to him, now that the cars had stopped flying by, carrying first aid kits, but you paid them no attention. You shrugged free of Sicheng’s grasp, running to where Jungwoo had stopped.

You caught sight of his car, dented along one side, and tears sprang to your eyes. Jungwoo climbed out when he saw you coming, and you held him at arm’s length, looking over him frantically. “Are you okay?” you asked, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

“Baby, baby, I’m fine,” Jungwoo breathed, pulling you into a hug.

“Jaehyun,” you uttered. “He-”

Jungwoo pulled back, kissing your forehead. “He’s okay,” he assured you. You followed his gaze to Jaehyun, whose forehead was being wiped by a makeshift medic. He gave the two of you a thumbs up, and Jungwoo waved back.

“You won,” you stated, looking back to Jungwoo.

“Yeah,” Jungwoo laughed. “I guess I did.”

“You don’t sound very happy,” you pointed out, caressing his cheek lightly.

“It doesn’t feel right - I feel like I’ve won unlawfully, y’know? I only won cause Jaehyun crashed-”

“Maybe, but you don’t know that for sure,” you told him. “You won, and that’s that.” Jungwoo sighed, and you kissed him.

An air horn sounded, and you jumped yet again. Jungwoo laughed. “That’s for me, babe.”

“And the winner is Kim Jungwoo,” called out the voice, crackly through the megaphone. Jungwoo raised his hands in victory, as a scatter of applause rang out for him.

“A million won, huh?” you said. “What you gonna spend it on?”

“Fixing up my car, probably,” he sighed, looking back at the dent in his vehicle. “And I might take my baby on vacation.”

You giggled, kissing him once more. This street racing thing was slightly terrifying, you had found. But it had its plus sides too.

Alternate Jungkook prompt

I had actually started the previous JK prompt but chose a different route halfway through… Here’s the alternate ending ;)

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Today was a day off for you, so you deside to just sit down with a new drama and paruse about your phone. After a couple hours of mindless scrolling through social media you figured that you should check on your ever so wonderful boyfriend by sending him a quick text.

Y/N: YO! I’m bored, when are you coming over?

TheKookie: you’re timing is impeccable, literally just taking a break xD

Y/N: that’s great, but it doesn’t answer my questiooooon~~

TheKookie: we will probably finish practice in an hour, but I think someone said something about dinner?

Y/N: booooooo

TheKookie: yeah, I’m not sure when that would be over… Those things tend to run late into the night.

TheKookie: but I can still visit later if you want ;)

Y/N: I guess then.

You shake your head “whatever, guess I’ll just have to find a way to kill time then.” you mutter.

Jungkook sent you a message letting you know that dinner is finally done and he’s on his way, meanwhile you were half alseep on the couch so you send him a quick reply and go back to your movie.

Shortly after, he sends you a message to let you know he has arrived. He lets himself in after a quick knock and makes his way over, seeing your half asleep self laying on the couch.

“Tsk tsk Y/N” he chuckles.

You mumble something that should have been “yeah well whos fault is it that I’m half asleep? It’s nearly midnight!” but it came out as kindof a garbled mess.

He just laughed and lifted you half up so you could use his lap for a pillow.

You sigh with content as he absentmindedly plays with your hair, half paying attention to the movie.

You mumble something that is supposed to be a question, but all that came out clearly was “want” and “bed” and maybe something about a sweater.

“Y/N, I have no idea what the question was, so without a doubt my answer is ‘I don’t know’” Jungkook laughed and picked you up.

He carried you to bed as you drifted of to sleep while he was humming a song for you.

~End~