genre:fluff
au: college au, frat? au 
warnings: alcohol, swearing
word count: 0.8k
pairing: f!reader x lee know
other characters: nct jaehyun and jungwoo
song:shoot! by itzy

When Minho lays eyes on you, he knows he has to have you.

The sweet smile you flash at everyone who says hello to you; the sudden boisterous laugh that echoes out of you when a frat boy shows up to the party in a giraffe onesie; the flickering gaze of interest when you spot him lounging in front of the tower of red Solo cups—he’s entranced in every way possible. You move like honey—slow, deliberate, and fluid—as you make your way to him. When you’re right in front of him, he can’t resist giving you a onceover, starting from the black velvet ribbon in your hair to the beat-up red Converse on your feet. The embroidered letters on the sleeve of your oversize windbreaker nearly escape him until you reach for the ginger ale. The spell you have put on him has been broken.

Nu Chi Tau, or NXT, is his fraternity’s unofficial rival due to some love triangle that happened years ago. Minho doesn’t give a shit about the history since a) it happened years ago, b) it was so incredibly petty that he almost gained respect for everyone that actually upheld the rivalry, and c) he’s not going to cut out Jungwoo out of life just because he’s in NXT.

However, the letters still make him pause when he sees them, especially since you’re bearing them. Are you dating an NXT? Or is that jacket from a family member?

“Nu Chi Tau?” he asks. You look at him questioningly, and Minho has to stop himself from staring at the little wrinkle between your brows.

“Let me guess,” you say, now giving him a onceover that simultaneously makes him feel self-conscious and confident, “you’re from Sigma Kappa Zeta.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Only if you make it one.” You hold out the bottle of ginger ale out to him like a peace offering. “You want any?”

His own cup is filled to the brim with cheap beer already, so he shakes his head and continues trying to uncover the mystery behind your windbreaker. “You’re not in Nu Chi Tau, are you?”

You smirk, lips dangerously curving into a teasing smile. “God, you’re cute. If you wanna hit on me, just do it. I promise, none of the boys are gonna take you out back and shoot you if you do.” At his disbelief, you add, “I’m the fraternity sweetheart. Do you guys not have one?”

ΣKZ, in fact, does have one, a scholarly girl who only works out so she can eat more of Felix’s pastries without any guilt. Yeji has sweetheart duties as well, like promoting their quarterly charity drives and organizing mixers, but Minho really only knows her as the older sister of the house, despite her being younger than him. Minho’s mentioned her in passing to Jungwoo so many times, so why didn’t Jungwoo say anything about you?

“What’s it gonna be then?” you tease as you shift your weight to one leg, popping out your hip. “Pour me some vodka, ask me for my number?”

“Or you can leave her alone,” comes another voice. Another frat boy, presumably an NXT member, with a backwards cap throws an arm protectively around you, to which you quickly shrug off. He throws his hands up in surrender but maintains a wary gaze on Minho. “You’re Jungwoo’s friend, right?”

Minho nods and wonders if Jaehyun is one of those who vehemently uphold tradition. If he knows he’s Jungwoo’s friend, he likely knows that Minho’s from ΣKZ.

“Jaehyun, chill,” you warn as you shove him away.

“Don’t break her heart!” he calls before heading off to where a group of people are playing beer pong.

“Ignore them,” you say as you give another reprimanding glare at Jaehyun and another one of his friends. “So what’s it gonna be?”

Everyone in the room is watching your every move and awaiting his.

Another slow smile creeps onto your face when you realize this. As you innocently stare back at him, Minho’s face feels oddly warm, and his heart flutters like a swarm of butterflies when he notices just how alluring your perfume is. Underneath the fluorescent lights, you shine so brightly that he wants to touch you to see if you’re even real. You bite your lip, he licks his.

“Tell me your name, and I’ll pour you some vodka,” he finally says.

You laugh and reach for the large gray bottle yourself. “No wonder why Jungwoo thought I would like you. God, you’re so cute, Minho, and you don’t even know it.”

The spell has been broken once more. “What?”

You shrug and sip on your mixed drink. “Jungwoo told me so much about you. Whose idea do you think it was for a Nu Chi and a Sigma Kappa party? I mean, the sororities are here too, but still.”

Jungwoo is unbelievable. You are unbelievable. Minho is dizzy at the implications and at you.

As such, Minho does the most reasonable thing anyone else would do in his situation: he asks you to hand over the vodka and if you would be down to get a midnight snack later. To no one’s surprise, you readily agree. To Minho’s surprise, you kiss him on the cheek, flash him a wicked smile, and start heading for the front door.

He follows.

genre:angst
au: noir au 
warnings: alcohol, implied drugs
wordcount:1k
pairing: f!reader x hwang hyunjin

Your long fur coat settles around you like a puddle of luxury as you take a seat at the counter. It’s slow tonight, with only a smattering of gentlemen flocking around the stage of the woman who sings in a voice made of honey. Cigar smoke wafts throughout the bar, intermingling with the distinct perfume of booze.

Your eyes wander to the expansive shelves behind the bar and take note of the expensive collection of bottles on the top shelf. The golden scotch interests you, but perhaps another time. Before you can call the dark-haired bartender over, he comes to you instead. With a silky smooth smile, he slides a shot of whiskey across to you. “On the house.”

Rule #1 of The Apothecary: Do not drink anything you did not ask for.

You push it back with your index finger. “I’m more of a gin person myself. Clover Club with a shot of oxy, please.”

“Coming right up.”

While he busies himself with your order, you do your best to keep an impassive expression on your face. However, the cleverly hidden door in the far back of the buildings distracts you. Forget the drinks, people only come to The Apothecary for one reason. You keep one hand on the inside pocket of your coat, feeling for the carefully folded bills inside. They are all accounted for; you know that even through the lining.

You listen to the jazz singer croon into the microphone for another minute, watching the men as they talk amongst themselves, raise glasses of bourbon to their lips, wolf whistle when they spot you lounging in the dark. The lipsticked smile you flash sends them into howls.

The bartender sets down your cocktail in front of you. In a low voice, he says, “He’s ready for you.”

The door is now ajar, weak light filtering through the crack, beckoning you to come in. Taking your drink, you make your way inside. A young man with blond hair sits behind a mahogany desk in a chair made of crimson velvet. Just the sight of him makes your heart pound. Saint Valentine in all of his glory.

“Hey there, dollface,” he says. Then he taps the wooden tray on the desk.

Rule #2 of The Apothecary: Always bring an offering.

You place down your pink cocktail, taking special care to not disturb the line of white foam on top. Then you take out the money and set that on the other end of the tray. “Clover Club,” you inform him as you sit opposite of him, “and the usual.”

He sips on the drink, making a sour face when he tastes the sweetness. “Gin rickeys are much better than this. Dark or light this time? Or both?”

“Both.”

He procures two glass vials from a desk drawer, and you accept them. One vial is filled with a clear, almost iridescent, liquid, and the other is a deep amber tone.

Rule #3 of The Apothecary: Ensure what you are being served is what you requested.

You uncap the light vial and allow yourself a mere drop of the potion. A warmth spreads through you, and an enchanted serenity falls over you. You feel the ghost of your mother’s arms around your shoulders, the dizzying laugh of your best friend, the rhythm of Saint Valentine’s lilting words. For a moment, you are euphoric, dancing atop of heaven’s clouds with Aphrodite smiling upon you.

Then it all disappears.

Without thinking, you clasp your hand over your heart, almost gasping when you find yourself back in the bar. Everything is dull in comparison to what you just experienced. Disappointment and anguish coat you like tar, and your mouth waters for another drop. However, you tamp your desires down and grab your sleeve for an earthly anchor. Saint Valentine sinks into his chair when he notes that you have come down from your high. He nods to the dark vial, and you roll it into your palm.

You pop off the cap before holding it out to him. “Will there ever be a day where you try it instead of me?”

“You know I don’t dabble in my own goods. It’s bad for business.”

“Of course.”

You take a tiny sip. Saint Valentine clouds your thoughts—his midnight eyes, his marble cheeks, his Cupid’s bow. The droll voice he uses when he speaks to you. That perfectly delectable, plump lower lip of his. He is so close. If you stand up and lean across, he would be yours, and you would be his. You want—no, need—to kiss him.

“I…” you breathe, gripping the edge of the desk for support, “I… love—”

You snap out of the spell, a hot blush creeping up your face as you realize how near you are to him. Even after the effects of the drink have worn off, your passion for him still lingers. One accidental move could mean that you would be touching him. However, you fall back into your seat, trying to appear less flustered. He stares back with a faint smirk playing on his lips. You watch them when he asks, “All to your liking?”

In a desperate attempt to regain composure, you give him a cold look that melts as soon as you notice the bob of his throat when he tries the cocktail again. “They’re perfect. As always.” You stand up and smooth your coat. “I’ll see you next week.”

Saint Valentine slowly blinks at you and devilishly smiles, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. “Send my regards to the gentleman you seduce next. God only knows how hurt he’ll be when he discovers what your true intentions are. It might even kill him.”

“See you next week,” you repeat.

You stalk out of the room and then out of the bar. The bartender says something to you as you stroll past, but you cannot hear him over the applause from the stage and the rush of wind as you push open the door. You make it down one block before fumbling for the light vial and consuming all of its contents.

This time you only feel Saint Valentine, only him.

psst if you want a fluffy, valentine’s day story with hyunjin:candy hearts 

genre: slight fluff but mostly angst
au: dark academia au, college au
warnings: mentions of blood, corpses, murder, knives, stabbing
wordcount: 1.2k
pairing: gn!reader x kim seungmin

A cold wind scatters dead leaves across the campus, static clings onto wool sweaters, the squirrels retreat to their trees—all signs of an incoming storm. The sky boasts of large gray clouds, the promise of rain literally looming overhead.

Yet for the past twenty minutes, not a single drop has fallen. As you traverse the campus to the library, you wonder if you should have chosen to wear your oxfords instead of your practical but ill-matching rubber rain boots. The prospect of rain was what stopped you, but you were very nearly tempted to damage your favorite pair of shoes because Kim Seungmin asked if you wanted to study together.

As charming as you found him, you nonetheless donned your cherry-red boots before you left your dorm and took what your friends referred to as your ‘funeral umbrella’ in case a storm did arrive. You discover that you made the correct choice when you approach the steps outside of the library, when the sky finally enacts its threat.

It comes down all at once, and you scramble up the darkening stairs with your unopened umbrella. Fat water droplets pelt your cheeks, and lightning flashes in the distance, momentarily lighting up the world before it falls dim again. A small crowd has gathered at the door to watch, and you hastily push past them, muttering apologies as you frantically smoothing your wild hair before entering the premises.

You suppose today has proved to be an unfortunate sort of day because Seungmin is one of the onlookers. He calls your name, and you wave back, trying to presume a nonchalant pose that turns out to be more awkward than you imagined. When he makes his way over to you, you are thoroughly flustered.

And you haven’t even said a word to him yet.

“Forgot you had that?” he teases, gesturing to your umbrella.

“I thought I could make it. It all happened so fast.” You nervously thumb the strap of your worn leather messenger bag and wonder how you are going to make it through the study session. “Good thing you got here before it started.”

“Yeah, I just missed it. I arrived a little before you did. But now that you’re here,” he says, “where should we go? I like the basement level the best, but I’ll let you choose since you got rained on.”

You select the fourth floor, the topmost one with the large floor-to-ceiling windows and a terrace overlooking the historic campus. Brick buildings laced with ivy, sun-dappled maple trees—with such a view, you have no clue why anyone would prefer the fluorescent lights and dust of the basement.

When you ask him, he simply replies, “No one’s ever there.”

Your shoes make uncomfortable squelching sounds rather than the satisfying clicks you are accustomed to. The students lounging on the first floor eye you as you pass by, but Seungmin continues striding forward, slowing his steps when he remembers that he is walking alongside someone for a change.

“I can hold your umbrella for you,” he offers.

“I’m fine. Oh,” you realize as you now look more carefully at him, “you didn’t bring one, did you?” Before you lose your nerve, you add, “I can walk you home or to your car or whatever if it’s still raining when we’re done.”

He smiles. If you were the dramatic, romantic sort—and you are—you would liken it to the sun. “Really? Thanks.”

“It’s nothing,” you shyly reply as you press your thumb to the elevator button. It has always felt wrong to you that a stately, old building like the library has something as modern as this. Sometimes it feels as if the university agrees since the elevator works like it is as old as the invention of the apparatus itself. “You said 9 in your text, right?”

“Yeah, but we can honestly study until closing if you want. I don’t have anything planned for tonight.”

“That sounds great! I mean, ‘cause I also—”

A loud rattle interrupts you. The silver doors open, and a boy with a near identical messenger bag to yours, walks out. You and Seungmin step inside and stand a delicate distance away from each other in the middle. You push the button for the fourth floor, and the doors shut, leaving just you and Seungmin alone, together, underneath a flickering panel of light. The inner workings of the elevator shift and creak as they carry you upwards.

A crack of thunder, able to be heard even through the walls, makes you jump. The light disappears the same instant, and a frightened cry escapes your mouth when everything goes black. Seungmin asks if you’re okay, and you assure him that you’re fine. The elevator is at a standstill.

“I think we lost power,” you uselessly say after a few seconds, when it is clear that the outage is not going to be momentary. You fumble for your phone, only to reason that there will be no service anyway. You turn on the flashlight and direct at the panel of buttons. “Hopefully the emergency call actually works.”

Seungmin seems rather delighted by the situation. “Can I do it?”

Unfortunately for him, the elevator starts going back down. Everything is still dark though, so you and Seungmin exchange concerned looks when you both voice your confusions. As the ground floor approaches, the confusion morphs into unease when you hear the commotion on the other side of the doors: distant screaming, a multitude of hushed conversations that have become a sea of noise, and orders being shouted.

“What the fuck is happening?”

You grip your umbrella handle tighter while Seungmin puts his arm protectively in front of you when the doors open. The first floor is still swathed in darkness, but with the help of flashlights from everywhere, you can make out a crowd of people crouching near the front entrance. Lightning flashes, illuminating dozens of faces against the windows. As Seungmin guides you out, you catch whispers.

Knife. Stab. Murder.

No, two murders. Maybe three. Definitely more than one.

You pull on Seungmin’s sweater sleeve. “Let’s stay here,” you say before he can get any closer to the crowd. A wide berth has been given to the crime scene because of a security guard, but Seungmin seems entranced by it. Half of the library seems to be in the same stupor as well. “I don’t think we’ll be able to leave.”

“Yeah, probably not.” He sweeps a hand through his hair and sighs. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

You echo the same sentiment and let out a sigh of relief when you hear sirens in the distance. When the paramedics come with stretchers and not body bags, for a moment, you hope that this is all a mistake and that someone simply fainted. But when the crowd gets up to make room for the paramedics, through the gaps, you see a dark pool of something that can only be blood. Then a limp hand laying leadenly across the floor.

“Don’t look,” Seungmin warns too late.

“I know.”

You tear your eyes away but not before seeing a police officer pick up a bloody messenger bag that looks eerily similar to yours.

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+ pairing: bang chan x female reader
+ genre: fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol!au
+ warnings: mentions of food and energy drinks, let me know if i am missing something
+ word count: 0.9k
+ requested as part of my Drabble Event #2
+ summary: A late-night rendezvous to the grocery store with Chan takes an unexpected turn after your blunt question and his honest confession.
+ lia’s note: Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I hope you enjoy reading this drabble, I absolutely had so much fun writing this one, it’s super cute.Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!

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When Chan threw a rock at your bedroom window asking if you wanted to join him on a late-night rendezvous at the local grocery store, you didn’t think twice. After grabbing your jacket and climbing down the stairs, you found him parked in front of your driveway, the engine breaking the underwhelming silence of the night.

You quickly joined him inside his car and soon enough, he was driving the two of you through the quiet and empty streets of this town, stopping at every red light only to increase the volume of the radio slightly so the two of you could sing even louder than before. These small moments were what you loved the most whenever you were with him. They were simple and happened in a blink of an eye, but their impact left you with memories that never faded. If anything, time only made them stronger and more precious.

After he parked his car at the grocery store, the two of you started to make your way towards the entrance.

“So… what are we buying this time?” You asked Chan as you walked backwards so you could face him. “Is it gummy bears again? Or have you upgraded and we’re buying other stuff now?”

He chuckled and messed his hair before putting his hood on. You turned around and started to walk alongside him, the yellow light from the grocery store sign reflecting in the puddles near the entrance.

“We’re buying gummy bears again and some popcorn too. I plan on having a movie night soon so I have to be prepared.”

“Do you have any beverages at home? You might need those too for your movie night…”

He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing at the entrance door. You noticed the closing time and realised the two of you had more or less ten minutes to buy whatever Chan needed. This if they didn’t stop you from buying at all.

Inside the grocery store, an overplayed radio song blasted through the speakers louder than expected. The bright lights hurt your eyes slightly and you had to blink to get used to them.

Chan didn’t waste any time in the different aisles. After all, every time you came with him to the grocery store, he reminded you of a man on a mission. He went straight to the right aisles and only grabbed what he wanted. He never glanced at the same thing more than twice.

You, on the other hand, tended to get lost on the new products and whatever sale the grocery store had going on. This time, you got curious about the different colours of the energy drinks that were on sale. You didn’t need them, but buying one couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, they weren’t full price.

“Which flavour would you like?” You asked Chan, picking two different colours. You laughed at the bright blue one and extended it his way. “This one matches your hair. Maybe it tastes like you…?”

“I don’t think I taste like blueberry.” He took the bottle from your hand and started to read the label, keeping his head down. However, you noticed his cheeks slightly flushed and his best attempt at hiding them from you with his hood still on.

“What do you taste like, then?” You boldly asked, taking the bottle from his hand and gesturing to the rows of bottles next to you. “I’m taking this blue one to try, choose one and I’ll pay for it.”

He scanned the different labels as he patted his lip, reading them carefully before moving on to the next one. What you thought would be a quick decision on his part took longer than expected. At one point, he removed his hood and messed up his blue hair, biting his lower lip.

You gulped, unable to take your eyes from him as your heartbeat increased in your chest. Whether he was aware of it or not, Chan was quite wonderful to admire and there was always something new to discover in him. This time, you smiled at how his brows furrowed the more focused he was. Why was this so difficult for him?

“I’ll get going to the cashier otherwise they won’t let us pay. Don’t take too long to pick, alright?”

When Chan didn’t answer you, you sighed and turned around, making your way out of the aisle and towards the only cashier still working.

“What’s your favourite flavour?” At Chan’s question, you stopped in your tracks and turned around to look at him, confused. You moved closer to him again and scanned the different labels, trying to find the one with the flavour you tended to enjoy the most in other beverages.

“This one.” You grabbed the bottle from the shelf and showed it to Chan, smiling. “Why do you ask, though?”

After he put his hood back on, he shrugged and smirked, looking you in the eyes.

“Maybe I just want to taste like your favourite flavour, that’s all.” Your lips parted in surprise and Chan lowered his head, making his way out of the aisle. “Consider that one as my choice, by the way.”

This time, you were the one having a hard time dealing with his words. You tried your best to prevent his statement from getting to you, but you couldn’t help it. Your body was suddenly on fire and your heart couldn’t calm down, no matter how hard you tried.

You glanced at your hands, looking at the two bottles side by side, and smiled. Two distinct shades with different flavours, but you were sure they’d match well together, just like you and Chan.

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