the sun was just setting on the horizon when you visited him. you come over frequently, as the breaks in both of your schedules line up, allowing you guys time to see each other. the apartment is empty when you first walk in and all the lights are off. you chuckle, knowing he’s in his room doing whatever he does in his free time. it’s different each time. you kick off your shoes and walk to his bedroom, where you can hear quiet music playing.
his back is turned to you when you enter, only to quickly swivel around in his chair at the sound of your entrance.
“hey, sorry for not knocking.”
“that’s alright,” ten smiles. “i knew it was you when i heard the front door open.”
he was wearing an apron, with splotches of paint scattered across the fabric. in his hand laid a palette, filled with mellow colors of blue, black, green, brown, and white.
“were you expecting me?” you ask, pulling around a chair and sitting backwards so your head leaned against the backend.
“i always do,” ten responds, a teasing quip to his tongue.
you roll your eyes at his playful mannerism. it’s amazing how fast your heart beats whenever he opens his mouth, despite how often you visit. you guess you’re not used to it yet. maybe you never will be.
you fold your arms along the rear of the chair, chin resting atop of your hands. the sky is painted pink and yellow, casting a warm shadow onto the canvas in front of ten. within the intricate lines and sketches drawn in black, a woman is displayed, painted with the most detail and color.
“she’s beautiful,” you remark. ten’s eyes follow your gaze to the drawing, and the corners of his mouths quirk up into a smile.
“she reminds me of you.”
you let out a giggle of embarrassment and hide your face in your arms. ten bites his tongue to hold his excitement in.
“what movie should we watch tonight?” you ask, choosing to disregard ten’s last flirty comment for the sake of your composure.
“i was thinking pride and prejudice,” he states after a couple of seconds. ten sets down the palette and brush in his hands and replaces the two objects with your face instead. a quiet gasp leaves your lips at the proximity of your faces. “how does that sound, my lovely elizabeth bennett?”
you bite your lip and grin at the man awaiting an answer in front of you. the heat emanating off both of your faces is enough to warm you from the evening breeze seeping in from the cracked windows in his room. touching your nose with his, you can’t contain the grin that spreads from cheek to cheek as you whisper against ten’s lips. perhaps you could get used to this feeling after all.
for@boxer-skz, just a little smth before i go into hiding
[13:39] the almost-silent volume of the television seems to make you even more tired as you snuggle your head further into your boyfriend’s chest. the soft rhythm of his heartbeat is like music to your ears, and you hum sleepily when he brings his hand up to play with your hair.
when he notices your breathing finally slow down and steady itself, xuxi drops his head slightly to watch your sleeping form. sure, it’s not the most attractive angle to look at someone from, but the way your features relax into the calmest expression make it so that he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.
even so, moments like this are rare between you two. it’s increasingly more difficult to find time to spend with each other, and the time you do have is either spent with the rest of the guys around or out in public. he unconditionally looks forward to spending time with you alone, even if you are just napping and not paying any attention to him.
as with any situation like this, his first thought is to immediately grab his phone and take a hundred pictures at both the best and the worst angles he can without moving. xuxi scrolls through them, chuckling silently to himself when he imagines your reaction to finding out he has photos of you like that. one in particular stands out, however, but not in a bad way: your head buried in his chest, lips in a soft pout, and brows furrowed so slightly that he only notices because of how often he looks at you in general. if he could only take one picture of you for the rest of his life, this would definitely top the list.
a smile of pure love and adoration makes its way onto his face as he sets the photo as his lockscreen, continuously turning his phone on to look at it for god knows how long before finally resting his head against yours and allowing sleep to cloud his mind with yours.
Summery: fluff, short, teasing, kissing, kinda food play,it’s just really fluffy cause lucas is my fluffy baby THIS IS REALLY FUCKING SWEET LIKE PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH AFTERWARDS YOUR TEETH MIGHT ROT. It’s that sweet.
Stan wayv thank you
Hey sweethearts, I’m really sorry this is so short, I promise you I will be back with long writings. My wrist is getting a whole lot better, and I’ve been able to type longer than I did before so that’s great. I missed you all so much so I had to write something for you guys, this was supposed to be published a couple of days ago but I made more improvements because it was short…so I hope you enjoy it. I love you all and thank you for waiting
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You placed a piece of the baby pink candy into your mouth, leaving your tongue poking out for a little too long as your eyes stared into lucas’s chocolate brown eyes. His eyes scanned your face quickly, to your eyes, your nose, your cheeks then to your lips. Your mouth agape, and the little heart with the words “you’re mine” showing. His heart thumped faster at your feautures, how angelic, how prepossessing you are. It made him fall in love with you all over again. You slowly rose to your knees, crawling over to his side of the couch, with a lilac coloured candy.
“Open your mouth” you whispered sweetly, sending him a small smile, he swore he saw you shine when you did. He complied, opening up his pretty plump lips. You placed it onto his tongue, the small text written onto the sweet, “kiss me”. Which you really needed right now.
He closed his lips, you could already see his cheeks flush at the close contact. Even though he is used to it, you still make him feel like this is the first time he’s ever been near you. You press your lips to his, before letting him swallow the fizzy candy.
You slowly climb onto his lap, the fabric of his grey sweats feeling heavenly against your smooth legs. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer to you, if you could anymore.
“I never knew someone, just one single person, could make me feel like the most loved person in the world. That’s how you make me feel, and I really hope I make you feel the same lucas” you affirm slowly, your head slowly dropping as your cheeks begin to turn a fair shade of red.
“You really are a cheese ball aren’t you huh, of course you do, that’s why you’re never leaving my side. Don’t ever leave my side I don’t know what I’d do without you honestly” he says, a little chuckle leaving his lips as you brought your pinky up.
“Pinky promise I won’t ever leave, you promise too”
summery: horror au!, ghost au!,house share,LOtS of angst, fluff, smut, please, please don’t read if you are easily tiggered, held hostage, murder, abuse, making someone believe they are ill,in the end it basically all goes down hill. I love horror and I just had tooooo yikes.
these will be short chapters in a quite long series, I’ll see where it takes me. I’ve had this idea for a very, very long time and I’ve thought about it and planned it. So I really hope you like it:))
Also let’s say they both speak fluent English okay hehe
BUT PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED AND I AM IN NO WAY SAYING THIS IS HOW LUCAS OR WINWIN ACT, ITS FICTION.
I will put warnings in the chapters which will be triggering, the first few chapters will have nothing triggering at all so you can read if you want:)
||CHAPTER 1||~
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A new country, a new neighbourhood,new people, a new life. It all excited you, but you also feared it. You were all by yourself, you left your family behind, your friends, everyone you cared about because you wanted a change. I guess you could call it selfish, leaving everyone behind just because you wasn’t satisfied with how you lived. But there was no turning back now, you needed this, you wanted this.
You sat in your car, drumming your fingers against the wheel as you stared at the house infront of you. The white walls cracked and chipped, the bricks peeking through the paint. You kept rehearsing your lines, still not familiar on the Chinese language but you were getting there slowly.
“Maybe, hopefully they speak little English. Please god I beg you, I cannot handl-” your words were cut off as a shriek left your lips, your hands clutching tightly at the wheel as you feel your heart racing. You quickly swung your head to look out of your window, trying to find the source that made the loud tapping.
There stood two tall, thin boys. One taller than the other. large smiles gracing both of their faces, it made you feel calm, your heart beat suddenly slowing down. You quickly pressed the button to roll down the window, quickly the cold air hitting your bare skin making a shiver roll up your spine.
“Y/n? It’s nice to meet you finally, you should come in and get out of the cold. You look freezing sweetie.We will discuss everything as soon as we get in” one of the boys who you presumed to be lucas said with a sweet nod, opening your car door. You were surprised to hear him speak English, very good English, maybe even better than yours. You let out a giggle as you slowly pushed yourself from out of your car, grabbing his hand.
“Yeah I’m y/n, nice to meet you both. I’m very thankful that you rented me a room, I know it must be scary letting a complete stranger into your home” you say with a chuckle, pulling your jacket around you tighter as you walked closer to the door with them. Small flowers and weeds grew around the steps, a lamp that hanged from the wall lit up the dark driveway.
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart,we like helping. Don’t we Sicheng?” So that’s Sicheng, the shorter boy with the cute smile. You giggled at his short but rushed “yes”. You stared at him , watching the way he nervously looked around, his hair bouncing with every step. After a second He looked across straight at you, catching your eyes, a small smirk forming on his lips. You felt your whole soul leave you, literally.
Lucas caught onto both of you, letting out a small cough before opening the door. As soon as it opened you felt the heat of the house hit you, a satisfied feeling washing over you. The smell of mint filled the air as you step in out of the cold, it smelt like home in a weird way. The walls painted a calming cream colour, lamp light filled the room making it lighter but not too light. It felt comforting, the whole aroma of the house.
“This is nice wow, It feels just like home” you say, sitting on one of the couches, feeling your body sink into the cushions. You close your eyes, letting your head rest back. You hear a clink, like glass meeting glass, you glance up. Noticing Lucas place a cup into the table in front of you.
“Here’s some tea, cherry by the way, I understands flights drain you and make you feel ewie. If you get what I mean but anyway this might refresh you” he giggles, sitting down next to you as he sips his. You nod you head, sending him a smile before whispering “thank you”.
You pick the dainty cup up, taking a sip of the reddish liquid. A hum leaving you as you took a bigger sip. “So I guess you like it” you hear Sicheng say, knowing it definitely wasn’t lucas’ voice. You quickly take another sip, before placing it back down onto the table. You nod before lying back against the couch, a smile on your face.
“Why don’t you have a sleep, I can see you’re really tired sweetheart. If you don’t mind I will get your luggage out of your car and put in into your room. I’ll order something for dinner and wake you up when it’s here. Then we will explain everything and we will show you around” lucas says before tapping your knee and getting up, grabbing you a blanket from the other chair.
“I would like that, thank you. Yeah that’s absolutely fine, but you don’t have to I can do it” you go to stand up but he politely pushes you back down, sending you a smile which made you heart do a flip again. You sit back, pulling the blanket over you, letting yourself fall into the comfort. You hear your keys jingle, you move your hand up your pocket but feel nothing, you remember putting your car keys in your pocket before locking up.
“I have them don’t worry” Sicheng says jingling your keys again, you feel relief wash over you but also confusion. You shake the thoughts out of your head, closing your eyes again, feeling tiredness fill your body. You hear them share words before the front door opens then closes.
The last thing you hear are faint whispers,different voices, some louder then others, some deeper than others,before you succumbed to sleep. The one that stood out to you was the voice of a girl, her single word running through your sleep deprived Brain.
Characters: Tsundere!Dong Sicheng x Y/N & NCT/WAYV
Genre: NCT College AU | NCT Heirs AU
Warnings: angst, fluff
Summary:
Homesickness made you think irrational things
(Y/N and her platonic relationship with Jaehyun and NCT members)
Y/N never felt this kind of loneliness in her life.
Yes, she loves being on her own but from time to time, she wanted to socialize , talked to people and listen to their stories. She was always like that. Quiet and a listener, and people love her for that. But not in this mansion.
It was spacious and it made her feel small and alone. She was given a room here to stay since Sicheng’s family invited and talked to her family about her, living inside SM’s village. It was for the security purpose and they are trying to protect her to the media when nothing is yet to be published about the first NCT’s soulmate.
His parents offered a house for her family but her parents refused the offer. They said that they are happy and contented on their simple life, much to Y/N’s dismay but she knew that her parents wanted her to live a comfortable life without thinking about her parents and siblings. She was told that she need to live there for 5 years , until she was 25 and Sicheng, 27, for them to get married. It was for them to have time finishing their studies and getting to know each other so the marriage will run smoothly.
She was now under the wing of NCT, living inside the infamous mansion where the 21 heirs are currently living. The mansion was approximately 20 000+ sq.ft. It was like in the middle of the forest for its massive garden. It takes you about 10 minutes to drive from the gate to the main door. The main door have those columns you saw in the pictures of greek architecture. The door was above ten feet in height and it goes beyond it when you entered inside. The ceiling has a transparent circle like a half globe with a golden chandelier. The two grand staircase will bring you to the left and right wing. The handle was made of gold, white and black accents and the steps was made of white gold marbles. You can literally see your reflection from the floor because it was so clear like you are walking on the water. She was guided to her own room by the butler of Sicheng. All the staffs are greeting her but they didn’t made an eye contact like they don’t want any business from her. She think she will never know how many bedrooms and how big this place is that occupies multiple people.
The spacious mansion was just her second concern, but her biggest problem was the people living here. It was like they telling her where she should be. It was like there was an invisible line between them and her that she must never cross.
They gave her cold shoulders.
She tried to talk to the boys, but they gave her short answers and they showed her that they don’t trust her. She can’t blame them, maybe they grew up here and they only have each other, they need to avoid talking to random people to protect themselves so it was hard for them when someone they barely knew was now living with them.
Her room was right next to Sicheng, Lucas, Ten, Hendery, Xiaojun, Yangyang and Kun, in the left wing. Sometimes, when she go out to have a fresh air at night, she saw Kun and he will smile at her, somehow it made her feel welcomed here. But for a month living in this mansion, they never tried to approach her and it made her feel sad.
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She woke up 2:00am in the morning, with a bad dream. She almost cried, but she don’t want to for that will make her feel more sad. She glance at the huge window she have in her room that faced the whole garden at the entrance of the mansion. The moon was shining and it was quiet and dark. It was like scenery in her own bedroom back home, but without the huge space and the grandeur of everything. She hug her knees that was covered by her cream comforter, she wanted to run away, but to who? No one wanted to engage a conversation with her no matter how much she tried.
Sicheng never glanced at her direction, only when their family had a dinner together, she saw him smiled and talk to her like a gentleman. She almost thought that he will take care of her and he will make her stay here so comfortable and welcoming, but she have learned that it was only a façade played by him to look convincing in front of her family.
She didn’t know what made her stand up, grab her comforter, pillow and go out of her room. She wanted to knock at Sicheng’s bedroom but she know better than waking him up and he will scold her for being so childish. Maybe she was just exhausted emotionally or maybe the lack sleep in these past few days that she walk to nowhere, passing door to door to she don’t know who owned those room, not until she saw the only room that has the lights still on peaking underneath the door.
She stopped in front of it and she didn’t think of knocking not until she realized that she already did and the click sound it made when it was opened by the owner.
“Oh… hi, how can I help you?” she was greeted by a shocked Jaehyun wearing a pair of gray pajamas. Jaehyun’s eyes were tired but the sleepiness was absent from it. He was trying to sleep for like an hour now by watching a movie but it was interrupted by a knock. She didn’t know what to say or why she was even there in the first place. She started to get shy when Jaehyun raised his left eyebrow waiting for her response.
“I-I… It’s—I’m sorry to interrupt you.” She avoided his eyes and tried to get out of there as much as possible but her feet was caught on the comforter she was holding. She stumbled forward when she was about to took her second step away from his doorstep and it was too late for Jaehyun to catch her.
“Are you okay?” Jaehyun immediately asked and he kneeled down to check her up but he was only greeted by her sniffing, crying face.
“I miss home.” It was somehow a relief to her to say it out loud. She was convincing herself in these past few days that she was now at the age when she need to be independent from her family and started to live by herself. It was hard to admit it but feeling homesick was eating her up in one month of staying there and letting it out to someone who she isn’t close with was not her main concern for now.
Jaehyun eyes soften when she cried softly. He did know that she was sad but he didn’t say anything. He noticed her attempts to approach each one of them but they all refused because of one reason.
She was so kind and they don’t trust easily.
They are still calculating her and observing if she was a bad person or not. Jaehyun really do want to talk to her, to know her but he was hesitant. She’s the soulmate of his bestfriend and he need to know her more, but now he regretted his decision. They can observe her behavior but they will never know what was in her heart.
“What’s wrong, why is our baby crying?” He sat in front of her and combs her hair. He never know the feeling of having a sibling. He grew up being an only child. He was not the kind of person to be protective on someone except from his soul brothers (the NCT) and his family, but when she entered to their lives, he couldn’t help but to think what if he have a little sister like her. He heard that she was at the same age like Mark, Lucas, Hendery and Xiaojun, but the boys are yet adjusting to have a female in their household.
“I miss my home. It’s so cold here. Nobody wanted me to be here anyway.” She talked between her sobs.
‘Everybody loves you here, we are glad that you are here.’
Jaehyun wanted to answer her. He wanted to tell her the truth. He was sure that he was not the only one who felt soft on her. Because if not, they will play pranks with her, but they didn’t. It was a sign that they respect her like he do.
But he didn’t know Sicheng, his bestfriend’s heart. They know the real Sicheng and the way he treat the important people in his life. He may be cold and have a sharp tongue but he was far from it when you became important to him. Sicheng may be sly to some people but he never lied to his family and to them, his brother. But the now was different. Nobody know how he would treat his soulmate. Jaehyun thinks that maybe, Sicheng himself didn’t know how to react too.
“You wanna stay with me tonight? We can put a pillow between us if you don’t feel comfortable.” Jaehyun didn’t know how to comfort someone especially a lady. He just sit there and listen to them but he wanted to do something good for someone like her. She was now their sister, the bride to be of his bestfriend, and he was thankful that someone so kind was meant to be for his bestfriend. She was caring and soft, perfect for Sicheng, someone who was having a hard time expressing his emotions.
She look at him hesitantly, like a child calculating her next move and she nodded in agreement. She didn’t think it was the best idea, and she was not the type of person to be this close to someone, given that it was a man and sleeping in one bed with him. But she was hurt and feeling so homesick. She wanted to hug her mother even though they are not the type of affectionate to their family members. She was never an affectionate person physically, but she badly wanted to hug someone and Jaehyun, he was the first person who showed her kindness.
He helped her to stand up and he guided her to his room. It was clean and minimalistic. White, gray and accented with black. A bed, keyboard and vinyl collections. He also have his netflix on in a mini projector he has and it was playing on the white wall as the screen.
“I can sleep on the floor. Thank you for letting me here.” She said with little voice. It only made him shook his head.
“You are sleeping in my bed.” He firmly told her peeling his comforter to make a space for her. She climbed at his king size bed and tugged her comforter and pillow. He arranged his pillows and he put a pillow between them before sitting at his side and put his comforter above his legs. His back was at the headboard and he look at her after continuing the movie he was watching.
“Try to get some sleep okay? I will just finish this and try to catch some sleep too.” His voice was soft and low. It reminds her of his father’s voice when he was singing a lullaby for her when she was hospitalized and couldn’t sleep. It was the first and last time he do that to her and she was still wishing for it to be happened again.
“Thank you, Jaehyun.” She whispered, hugging her pillow before she fell asleep. His soothing hand on her hair lulls her and Jaehyun smiled in return.
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Jaehyun opened the fridge to look for something to eat but he found them bland for his tastebuds. It was Saturday morning and he didn’t have classes for today. He slept for 12 hours and was hungry but he saw none of the foods inside their six-door-fridge will satisfy his cravings.
“Umm, Good morning.” He turned his back to look at the small voice who greeted him. Y/N was holding a basket of apples and she put it down at the centre of the table. She was shyly smiling at him and he can feel that she was nervous of talking to him from the way she glanced at his face and down to the basket.
“They bought some groceries and I told them to get some apples because we ran out of it.” She tried to make a conversation but Jaehyun didn’t know how to react. They made an agreement that they need to observe her first for a month before deciding if she was someone to be trusted. He saw her picked an apple from the basket and she gave it to him. Her eyes was looking at him with pure innocence and it made him soft inside.
“You like apples right? I always saw you eating these every morning.” She hesitantly said. She waited for his response but he didn’t get the apples in her hand and just look at it like some kind of a strange object. Much to her dismay and felt rejected again, she was about to retreat her hand when he take the apple.
“Thanks.” He answered and she smiled a little. She rearranged the apples in the basket and get back to the kitchen to help the cooks for preparing their breakfast. It was enough for today, she said to herself. At least he didn’t snob her like the other times she tried to approach him.
Jaehyun was left there, standing like a fool with his pajamas and bead-head with an apple in his hand.
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NCT mansion was woken up by a Taeyong shouting at the hallway early in the morning.
“WHERE IS THE PRINCESS OF THIS HOUSEHOLD?!” the members gathered around the dining table, still half awake and pouting when the leader called an emergency meeting.
“Maybe she’s just up early and walked in the garden.” Haechan told the older scratching his head for the interrupted sleep. He was clinging on Taeil who was clearly maintaining his sitting composure but deep inside, he was still in the dreamland.
“She always sleep and woke up same time and I knew that because I checked her before I sleep,for a month.” Taeyong nags like a mother whom you should not question when it comes to taking care of his daughter.
“What are you? A creep? Why are you doing that? “ Yuta said while buttering his croissant. He was always up earliest of them all and have his breakfast. He could say that to Taeyong because none of them knew that he secretly arranged fruits in a plate and orders the maid to give it to y/n for her daily dose of natural vitamins.
“She’s now living here and now she’s my responsibility. “ Taeyong pointed at himself and now pointing at the ground of the house. Taeyong never felt so cared for in his life. He was always seen as the leader, someone strong and protective so he hide his weaknesses, but Y/N saw it and she didn’t look at him as someone who was scary. She didn’t think twice and took care of him when he needed to. So Taeyong promised to himself that he will be the best brother for her. His protective instinct was always activated when it comes to her.
“What’s with the early bickering?” Jaehyun entered the dining hall and picked up one of the apples at the centre of the table. He was wearing his pajamas and clearly he just woke up from a deep sleep.
“Y/N was not in her bed. She’s missing.” Taeyong told him and he massage the bridge of his nose, the early migraine. Taeyong was thinking about her running away because of their cold treatment. He was sorry that they are bunch of people who could not express their emotions easily.
“Oh, her? She’s still sleeping in my bed.” Jaehyun answered in a matter of fact tone while taking a bite and munching his apple.
Everybody was now wide awake and looking at him in horror.
“SHE WHAT?” Taeyong, Doyoung and Kun shouted at the same time that made Jaehyun taken a back.
“Hyung, you can’t do that. “ Mark said and he also heard Lucas said ‘oh man, you didn’t’. Jaehyun look at them like he was out of his mind.
“Did you just thought that I did something to her? Really? She’s my bestfriend’s soulmate! You are all dirty minded!” Jaehyun defended himself and disgust was evident to his face.
“Why is she at your bed then? Jaehyun, we are bunch of wolves and Yuta is our leader. We can flirt and get what we want from anyone with two legs.” Johnny raised his eyebrow.
“Hyung, she’s Y/N. Do you really think I could hurt her?” Jaehyun was so frustrated at the older one. It was a relief that Sicheng was out of sight because he was a heavy sleeper and he didn’t know what could go wrong if he knew that they were talking about his soulmate.
“She was crying in the middle of the night when she knocked at my door. It seems like she doesn’t know what she was doing. Maybe because she was sad. So I offered my bed to her. We even slept with a pillow between us. And that’s all!” Jaehyun explained and it feels like he committed the most hideous crime of all time. He was being watched by 19 pairs of eyes with their arm crossed on their chest.
“You know, maybe we did took it too far. She was sad. She told me she miss her home and nobody wanted her to be here…” Jaehyun added with his sad tone. They are quiet for a minute. They all think that she’s wrong. They want her here. They understand her homesickness. When they reached by the age of 16, they started to live here, part of the training to be the heir of a huge empire. They all missed their home, the comfort of the four walls they grew up with, their normal life. And when she started to live with them, she made them remember that feeling of being home again.
When she got out and bought Haechan his favorite strawberry milk, Hendery’s banana milk and Chenle’s favorite ramen. She gave them that with a smile and told them she remember it when she heard them one night, bickering to each other who will buy those in the middle of the night.
When she saw Renjun painting at the garden of roses, she told him that it’s pretty and she was looking forward to his paintings in the future. When Taeyong hurted himself (which was a frequent event) she treat his wounds and told him to be careful next time. When she took care of Doyoung when he was sick, helping Jisung to his assignments, secretly accompanying Kun to his every night jogging (which Kun was aware of) and knowing Johnny’s coffee taste, they started to have a soft spot for someone so understanding and caring like here. She felt like home. She made them feel like home.
“Is there something wrong?” Their attention drifted from Jaehyun and now at the person on the entrance of the dining hall. She was still wearing her pajamas yesterday with her bed head and a concerned look in her face.
“I heard shouting upstairs, are you fighting?” She asked again and she look at Taeyong for answer.
“N-no. We are not. We’re just… discussing.” Taeyong defended and she walked towards them.
“Why are you all up so early? Didn’t some of you have classes today?” She said and almost half of them was startled and now running to their room to prepare for their class.
“Are you all fighting? Don’t fight…” she ask again with a soft voice and she sat down besides Yuta.
“No, we are not. Eat this, okay? I will take you out today.” Yuta gave the food he prepared to her and messed her hair giving her a tiny smile. She smiled at him and took the plate of fruits he offered. It was an odd feeling that she have now the attention of everyone.
“Sorry, we are not the most affectionate people you have met. We will try out best starting today, okay?” Taeyong softly told her. She look at her lap. She way flustered at their caring approach, far from how they act at the first time she live there.
“I thought you all don’t want me here.” She said with a sad smile. She was playing with the hem of her pajama top, refusing to look at the older’s eyes.
“No, we love you here. It was far from what you are thinking. We are just having a hard time expressing it.” Doyoung answered she returned his smile.
“Thank you.”
Somehow, knowing what they truly feel, it made her feel close at home.
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( I will try to write what will happen to her and to Sicheng. You can request if you wanted a moment of Y/N with another member.)
A/N: Why everytime I post something it disappears from the tags a few hours later? ugh-
“Leave me alone, Yangyang.” You snapped, ignoring his supplications as you walked past him.
“Y/n, please listen to me.” He begged you, grabbing your forearm to stop you in your tracks and didn’t say anything when you immediately pulled out of his grip. It was clear that you resented him. Seeing him kissing your worst enemy at a party had the effect of a dagger in the back, you had felt betrayed and he himself understood how you felt. He fucked up this time and he knew it.
“I’m so sorry, please forgive me. It wasn’t intended. I was drunk and it wasn’t until after kissing her that I realized my mistake.” He confessed, looking down in shame, feeling bad for hurting you like that. You stared at him for a few seconds, feeling yourself relax slightly by seeing him this way. He had been your best friend since childhood and you knew that when he was making this expression, it clearly meant that he was really sorry for what he did.
“Give me a good reason why I should believe and forgive you.” You said slightly curtly. You knew his apology was sincere, but you just wanted to know if he could come out with something better than a simple apology.
At your words, he slowly looked up before immediately looked away when he met your insistent eyes. You frowned in confusion when he blushed slightly and opened his mouth for only stammer out a few words. Suddenly his attitude had changed, which put you in total incomprehension again.
“The r-reason why is..” He took a deep breath slowly, wanting to give himself some semblance of courage. “I love you.” Your eyes widened, also feeling the blush take place on your face.
“Stop saying bullshit.” You almost screamed at him. Your best friend who admits loving you after kissing the girl you hated the most? What an irony.
“Why would I say bullshit?” He frowned slightly and before you could answer him, he continued.
“If you think I’m making this up just to ‘redeem’ myself, you imagine things.” He walked over to you, his previous nervousness having completely disappeared from his facial expression. “I really love you Y/n, I swear. I’ve been in love with you since we started high school.”
“So why have you-” You tried to add, but immediately shut your mouth as he leaned in on you, leaving even less space between the two of you and that only increased your nervousness.
“I told you; I was completely drunk.” He looked down at you, scratching the back of his neck lightly, before looking away from you. “On top of that, seeing you flirt with this guy… I.. It pissed me off so fucking much, in addition that I didn’t have any chance with you, it just-”
“Who said you didn’t have a chance with me?” You cut him off, your sentence surprised him, making him widen his eyes.
“I.. No one, but-” He stuttered, before he was cut off once again, but this time by your lips on his. He was taken aback at first, but was quick to respond to your kiss. At first, the kiss was passionate, it reflected how he had dreamed of kissing you all years, but you were the one who gave a sensual twist to the movement of your lips against each other.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your hips, his hands gently caressing your back. The closeness to your bodies no longer existed and you almost forgot you were in the middle of your school hallway. Lucky it was the middle of the day, meaning the hallways were completely empty.
The weight that Yangyang felt inside of him from the moment he realized he had feelings for you, was gone, leaving room for more butterflies than before in his stomach. You softly chuckled as you began to feel his growing bulge pressing against your lower body.
“What? Why are you laughing?” He asked, moving his kisses to your jaw, then down to your neck, which he gently bit and licked.
“Well, I can feel you getting hard when we’re just kissing.” You smirked, but was interrupted when he bit a certain spot on your neck, causing you to let out a broken little moan.
“Found it.” He whispered proudly to himself, before attacking that specific spot again, knowing now that this is one of your sweetest weaknesses.
“And can you even blame me? I’m literally making out with the girl I’ve been fantasizing on the most for years now. Obviously I’ll get turned on the slightest.” He said, straightening up to face you. He gave you a malicious smirk, before suddenly gripping your ass firmly in his hands, making you gasp again.
“So cute.” He said, his teasing smirk widening as you rolled your eyes, annoyance taking place in your head.
“Stop teasing me. You know you’re starting to make me regret-” You were cut off by the sound of heels slamming on the floor echoing in the hallway. You have had time to separate when a professor appeared in the entry section of the hallway, her gaze focusing directly on you two.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?” She looked at both of you up and down, before arching an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
“Yes ma'am. We just ran into each other and I took the opportunity to ask her a quick question.” Yangyang quickly explained.
Turning around and getting ready to leave, he didn’t forget to lean towards your ear, his words causing your dirty imagination to go wild and an exciting heat to form between your legs.
“My house. 7 p.m.”
You watched him heading back to his class with your mouth slightly open, but you quickly pulled yourself together, realizing that the teacher who caught you was still waiting for you to go back to class toi, arms crossed against her chest and a even more frown stretching her face.
But you stopped halfway towards your lesson when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.
Yangyang: By the way, don’t forget to hide the hickie on your neck. You wouldn’t want others to see it, would you?
pairings : senior student!xiaojun x sophomore student!reader warnings : profanity, underage drinking, mentions of drugs genre : fluff, a bit of crack? highschool!au word count : 4.3k
summary : what are the odds of crashing into your crush during the neighborhood-friendly run and mutual friends party?
You were pissed off when your mum said you need to work your lazy ass off. Well, if it’s on the summer break, you’ll most likely agree with her. But it’s only the weekend, and you’ve been studying your ass off these days. A lazy weekend is something you earned, but your mum decided to rain on your lazy parade.
With all those groans and deep sighs, you storm off your house wearing your workout gear. Not much, only a windbreaker jacket paired with shorts and running shoes. Popping your airpods on both of your ears to blast some jams, you take some light jogging steps on your neighborhood. It’s only 4.30 pm, and kinda windy, why the fuck are you doing this? That’s right, because mum literally compared you to your neighbor’s daughter, Giselle, who recently won a karate tournament. Now mum won’t even shut up how much she wants an active daughter, not the lazy one. Yikes.
Back to the streets by Saweetie & Jhene Aiko plays, and you hear a message notification on your airpods. Still on your light jogs, you glance at the notification.
yeri<3 : yo yeri<3 : wyd
You stop jogging for a while to write your bestfriend back. It’s saturday, she’s probably asking you to hangout along with the gang. Yeri gets easily bored at home and in constant need of hanging out.
y/n : running y/n : mum said i need to be giselle
You continue your pace while waiting for her reply. You can see your neighborhood clearly now, seeing the details, since you always go to school in a sleepy state, not really noticing the environment, and also going home from school mostly sleeping in your brother’s car.
The notification rings again. It must be Yeri.
yeri<3 : bitch thats a dancing emoji yeri<3 : running in a weather like this? yeri<3 : damn straight u wanna be giselle
You chuckle as you’re about to type the messages once more, the weather is fine, what the hell is she talking about? But then Yeri is still typing.
yeri<3 : n e ways yeri<3 : party at lucas’ 8pm yeri<3 : be there or be fucking square
You sigh. There she goes. No other option than tag along with her, but it’s not like you hate it anyway. Lucas’ party is always awesome, you and your friends also will get a VIP pass because he’s a good friend of yours too, despite the fact that you’re not even in the same grade as him, he’s one year above you and Yeri.
y/n : weather is nice dont jinx it y/n : fine but pick me up y/n : cuz doyoung won’t let me drive his car
You send the messages to Yeri to prove her the weather is fine, and indicates that you agree to go to Lucas’ house tonight, it’s a great night to probably get wasted after all those tiring run mum decided to toss on you. It’s gonna be fun, anyways. But the thing about hanging out with Lucas and his senior friends.. You might’ve developed a big fat crush with one of Lucas’ closest friends, Xiaojun.
You barely had an interaction with him, though, because he’s usually the quiet and calm one in Lucas’ closest friends group. Lucas himself is already so fucking loud, not to mention Hendery, the good-looking clown and moodmaker. There’s also Jungwoo, the one who looks very calm but actually won’t shut up once you talk to him. Mark too, the giggly one with some lame jokes. Well, going to Lucas’ party tonight means you can see Xiaojun, probably getting the chances that you’ll have some interaction over some boozes or something is also quite high.
After feeling all warmed up, you decide to give yourself a run around the block. Yeri’s right, it’s a funny weather to run. It’s windy, but the more you stay outside, the cloud is getting darker and darker. You also knew that you’re not really alone, who’s doing this athletic bullshit in this kind of weather, you noticed that a boy is also doing this silly run when you were typing messages to Yeri. Probably just another neighbor’s child being scolded by his mum of how Giselle is so athletic that his mum also wants an active son? Welp, you didn’t see his face anyway, you were glued to the phone when you saw the figure running from the side.
It’s not even a minute after you started running, Yeri already replied again. Is she really that bored that she doesn’t have anything to do?
yeri<3 : ok i’ll pick u up at 7 yeri<3 : um.. its fucking raining, y/n yeri<3 : go home and take a shower yeri<3 : pick ur clothes and put on some makeup instead yeri<3 : its saturday night, activate your hoe protocol yeri<3 : mr xiaojun is going to be there tonight
You stop running and stare at her messages. Raining? Is she drunk or what? It’s not even 5pm yet and here she is, hallucinating-
Oop. There it goes. You feel some water drops on your head. Your hand. It was slow at first, but then the raindrops are getting harder and harder, it’s pouring.
“Motherfu-” you let out a curse, you should’ve trusted Yeri on this. As an intuitive homo sapiens with XX chromosomes, you scan through the streets, looking for some shelter to wait the rain to stop. Spotting a bus stop with a large steel canopy, you run like your life depended on it, avoiding the rain.
Finally arriving, you sigh and sit on the installed chair, typing messages to Yeri.
y/n : omg bitch ur right its raining y/n : should’ve pretended im dead in my room so mum wont bug me y/n : u know what after the rain ends im gonna sprint back home and take a fucking shower y/n : the universe doesnt like it when im trying to be giselle, it gave me rain instead
You sigh as you shuffle through your playlist, looking for some fun jams to pass your time through the rain, when somebody suddenly approaches you.
“Hi, do you mind if I take a seat here?” a boy asks, pointing to the chair next to you. You look up, and suddenly the next thing you wanna do is ascend your soul the fuck out of your body to the sky.
Oh boy. It’s Xiaojun. The boy you won’t shut up about. He’s wearing a white loose tank and grey sweatpants, drenched in his own sweat. Oh god. This is truly an attack for you. What the fuck is he doing here? And why must you meet him at your mess like being all salty because of those running fiasco and the rain? While wearing your not-so-fashionable workout gear and not-so-tidy ponytails? Oh god.
You can feel your heart is about to explode when you realize that he is actually the person who is also doing the stupid running at this very weather, you just didn’t notice it sooner because you were on your damn phone. Damn, mum was right, everything happened because you were always on your damn phone.
“No, of course! Take a seat!” you answer him, trying your best to crack your sweetest smile although it’s more like sweatiest not sweetest.
He smiles back at you, taking a seat next to you, then his eyes get back to his phone, completely glued. Damn this is the only cardio that is worth it, no running, no jumping, no huff that huff this, only sitting next to Xiaojun on a rainy day on a bus stop. Wonderful.
You quickly whip up the messaging app to type all kinds of gibberish and send it to Yeri. She knows what shit is about to go down when you speak gibberish to her.
y/n : FUCKJSHSJJSKSJK YERI y/n : OH MY FUCKING GOD SJSGSJSHSKJSK
Lucky you, Yeri has nothing to do than respond to your messages, she stays put on the chat room.
yeri<3 : OMG BITCH WHAT yeri<3 : SKSHSJJSKS YOU SCARED ME
y/n : HE’s FUCKING HERE AHSJSHSJEK
yeri<3 : OMG WHOS HE?? yeri<3 : THE DEVIL??? IS HE GONNA TAKE UR SOUL? SKEJSJKSKSK
y/n : XIAOJUN y/n : TURNS OUT HE ALSO LIVES IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD
yeri<3 : ASKJSJSKSK WHAT yeri<3 : HOW
y/n : KAHSKSJKS omg bitch y/n : i was sheltering myself from the goddamn rain y/n : im in bus stop rn y/n : this angel came to accompany me y/n : HE WAS RUNNING TOO OMG y/n : omg yeri just so u know if im not there when u pick me up y/n : its bc im in church getting married with my man xiaojun
yeri<3 : BITCH OMG SKSKSKSKK yeri<3 : GET MARRIED RN yeri<3 : WAIT dont waste the chance yeri<3 : talk to him rn!!!
You swear you’re about to scream when Yeri sends that. She was actually right, this is your chance to talk to him, considering that you didn’t really interact that much with him. But really? He didn’t even say a word when he sat, probably didn’t even remember your name? The disappointment slowly gets into your head.
You freeze on the spot. torn between wanting to talk to him and just let it slide, you’ll see him again tonight as Lucas’ house, right?
Just when you decide to give up and not say a word, he turns his head to you.
“Hey, I didn’t know you live in this neighborhood too,” he starts.
Oh god. If every time your heart beats fast you get a dollar, you’d probably have your own private island by now.
You try to play it cool when actually on the inside you wanna scream I LIKE YOU to his face rn. “Oh? Oh yes, my house is number 13.” you answer calmly,
He cracks a smile, “13? You’re Doyoung’s little sister?”
Oh god. What the fuck is this clownery? He knows Doyoung? Why and how? At this rate you just wanna evaporate to the rain, what if Doyoung actually knows that you liked Xiaojun and he spills it? Oh god.
You smile back at him, holding the panic you’ve been keeping since he mentioned Doyoung’s name. “Yep. I’m his sister.”
“Oh god, why didn’t I notice that earlier? I could’ve taken care of you at school!” he exclaims, and you sure you just wanna evaporate to the rain. Him? Taking care of you at school? YES PLEASE!
You let out a small giggle, trying to be as calm as possible when in reality you’re very sure you just wanna melt like a goddamn popsicle on a hot summer day. “So, how do you know my brother, actually?”
He laughs a bit, wiping away the sweat on his forehead. Oh god, he’s just so beautiful. “Well.. Doyoung and I used to be a dynamic duo in the school’s choir, until he graduated.”
Oh, that. Doyoung is pretty serious about his career in the school’s choir, but you did not expect that Xiaojun is actually a part of it. Of course, he has the face of an angel, the voice is included.
“Now I know why Doyoung never let me come to his house. Turns out he has a cute- I mean, h-he has a sister, and that’s you! M-Maybe he’s afraid I’ll bother you or s-something.” he continues, stuttering a bit, and letting out an awkward laugh. You laugh again, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks that you can’t hide no more. DID HE JUST SAY DOYOUNG HAS A CUTE SISTER? DID HE JUST SAY YOU’RE CUTE? DID HE-
But then, good things always come to an end. The goddamn rain stops. Oh fuck, no more chitter chatter with the dear crush. Just when it is the fucking time you need to hear the goddamn wedding bells, the rain decided to stop on your rain parade. Fuck.
He looks up, and seems like noticing the rain has stopped. “Well, Y/n. Lucas is having a party tonight, are you coming?”
You can feel your cheeks are still heating from his words, you shyly nod to him. Welp, maybe the rain has stopped, but this stupid crush? No. It goes on. Very much.
He stands up, straightening his white loose tank, getting ready to probably sprint back home. “Okay. See you tonight then, I’m going home. Have a good run!” he says as he walks away from the bus stop, leaving you dumbfounded. And lovestruck. That’s a win, alright.
Xiaojun slowly fades away from your view, and you’re still drowning on your pool of love. Yep, that’s it. You can’t even hold it, you quickly dial Yeri’s number to break out the news.
“What is it, Y/n? You literally left me on read for like 14 minutes straight and now you-”
“YERI LISTEN I’M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT AND THAT’S A FUCKING FACT!” you shout to the phone, you can picture Yeri is probably goggling out her eyes right now.
“Girl, just because Xiaojun just asked you why the fuck were you running at times like this it doesn’t mean-”
“HE CALLED ME CUTE!” you blurted out,cutting her sentences for the second time,
“-you’re getting married- WHAT?? HE CALLED YOU WHAT?” Yeri yelled from the phone, now it’s pretty clear that Yeri is probably jumping her ass off right now.
You sprint your way to home, while holding your phone to your ears, continuing to give Yeri the details about the bus stop conversation you had earlier. Now she’s just yelling at you to pick the right dress and pamper yourself up, the probability you’ll marry Xiaojun at Lucas’ party is increasing. Sure it does.
——-
It’s 11.28 PM, 3 hours and a half since you and Yeri just arrived at Lucas’ house, escaping from Doyoung’s warning to you, to get back in one piece, and most importantly, sober. As if you’re gonna leave Lucas’ house sober, that’s funny, alright. You and Yeri were greeted by Yangyang and Donghyuck, who are currently setting up the table for snacks and drinks. That was probably the first time you saw Donghyuck ever setting up something, because if not, Jungwoo would’ve set his ass on fire.
The party madness has started, seems like everybody already has enough alcohol running on their system. Lucas is already losing his shirt and starts twerking in the middle of his house along with Jaemin and Jungwoo. Ah yes, the thot trio already started their thing, and all you have to do is just stay back and avoid getting dragged to the dance mess, because the chance of Jungwoo and Jaemin will start grinding at you is kinda high right now.. Considering their.. Twerking fiasco.
You sit back on the couch and watch your friends getting crazy over the playlist Yangyang made just for this event, sipping on your cocktails that Donghyuck put god-knows-what in it, he said it’s just cherry juice mixed with gin and brandy, but somehow it tastes kinda citrusy. You glance to the right, only to see Yeri making out with some random guy (probably one of Lucas’ friends named Changbin but oh well, that’s Yeri’s business).
Slightly grossed out and sad because apparently you’re not making out with Xiaojun right now, you make your way to the patio, and find the crowd that circle around a spinning bottle. Interested, you join Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Yeji, Hyunjin, Sungchan, Karina, Vernon, Hendery, and of course, the (hottest) most important person right now, Xiaojun.
“Welcome! As a newly joined member.. Truth or dare?” Jeno greets you as you take a seat between Mark and Sungchan. Well, you’d love to sit beside Xiaojun, but apparently, that seat is already taken by Hendery and Vernon.
You silently glance at Xiaojun, who is wearing a denim jacket with light-yellow knit top underneath, paired with white trousers. Damn, he looks so damn good that you wanna cry a river.
Your head comes back to the question Jeno asked. Today’s your day, be bold or bald. It’s time. “Well, I’m not gonna put my drunk antics to waste. Dare then.” you answer boldly, earning a few ‘ooooh’s from your friends.
Jeno snickers. Well, fuck. Guess you’re a bit too damn bold tonight, the realization suddenly hits you like a fucking trainwreck, Jeno is kinda extreme for games like this. Wrong choice, y/n. You gulp as you wait for Jeno to come up with something.
“I dare you to kiss Xiaojun!” Jeno exclaims, clapping both of his hands like a goddamn happy seal. Mark and Hendery are high-fiving right now, throwing whistles around Xiaojun, who is silent as a fucking rock.
Oh god. Things you’ve said about not putting your drunk antics to waste should’ve stayed in that goddamn draft. This is where Jeno takes you, even though you’re secretly happy that you finally get to kiss your goddamn crush, that shit is EMBARRASSING. If you wanna evaporate to the waters, then it’s probably the right time to do it.
But why Xiaojun though? Is your big fat crush on him too obvious?
You freeze on the spot as you awkwardly smile and stare at Jeno. This shit can’t be real. Jeno is goddamn crazy. You can feel the air is getting hot, whether it’s because the alcohol starts kicking in, or just because the blood is rushing through your head.
“Scared, aren’t you?” Jeno taunts you, sipping his beer as the rest of the group laugh except you and Xiaojun, who is currently staring at you with a questionable expression. Is he pleased? Or is he pissed? Oh god.
“I-I’m not!” you answer him, leaning to Xiaojun, gulping once more before asking him, “You’re okay with this though?”
Xiaojun smirks, “How can I say no to you?” he asks back, accompanied by a few ‘ayyy~’ from the boys, sending butterflies to your stomach. Your face is probably as red as a tomato by now.
Good god. Is this the same Xiaojun who is quiet, calm, and collected among his friends? Why suddenly he is so bold? Oh, he’s probably just drunk and won’t remember this kiss anyway.. You lean closer to him, closing the gap between his face and yours by sealing the kiss. His lips are soft yet firm, almost like a grape jelly you had earlier this afternoon, with a hint of vodka, of course.
After a few seconds, you finally pull out and linger your eyes on him. It’s beautiful, and mesmerizing. You just wish that you can see it again, and only for you, no one else. As you get back to your seat, you take one more last glance at him, that is currently also glancing at you, with his cheeks red.
Okay. You definitely heard the wedding bells, thanks Jeno. That’s probably one of your dreams, and thanks to Jeno, it came true. But unfortunately, Xiaojun probably won’t feel the same, or worse, he’ll probably forget about it tomorrow.
Everyone claps, exchanging happy exclaims and cheers as if you just said ‘I do’ to Xiaojun lol, when in reality, you were just doing the dare Jeno gave you. You gulp bitterly as the game goes on and on.
—–
It’s an hour past midnight, 1.12 AM to be exact. Thank god you’re not that shitfaced, but Yeri is. She is not even capable of doing anything anymore except being all smiley and shit, Changbin already drove her home like fifteen minutes ago, leaving you behind in Lucas’ lair. You suddenly felt the urge to thank god that Yeri made a fantastic decision last minute before picking you up, she used a taxi instead of driving. If she hadn’t, you’re probably stuck driving her home right now.
You scan through the house while leaning through the stair railings, looking for an easy target to get a free ride. Finally spotted your friends, you now have 3 choices : Donghyuck (who is currently seducing some random girl), Yangyang (who is now playing mobile games with Jaemin and Chenle), or Mark (who recently just hit a goddamn blunt, but he’s very capable to drive).
You sip your glass of water, making up your mind for your ride home. But then, suddenly someone taps on your shoulder.
“Do you wanna go home? Like, right now? I can drive you- I mean, our house is like, near.” you hear Xiaojun speaking to you, holding his car keys on his left hand.
Good gracious, is this even real? Like, Xiaojun, is actually asking you to go home with him? Is this real? Or are you just hallucinating from the goddamn weed you take 10 minutes ago from Lucas?
You stare at him blankly. He bit his lip, “I mean- If you wanna stay longer- or probably-”
“Yes, of course! Let’s go.” you smile at him, cutting off his words.
3 times in a day. Good job, Y/n! The wedding is up ahead!
He smiles and gives you a gesture, “Ladies first.”
-
The drive is not as awkward as you thought. Turns out, Xiaojun is full of surprise though, you nearly choked when he said he once formally apologized to Doyoung before he stood up to defend the dignity of Mint Chocolate Chip flavored ice cream. It’s delightful to find out that he has similar tastes as you, from ice cream flavor to music and school subjects.
Xiaojun also told you the reason why he was on the run earlier, he was bored. Damn, look at it, the difference between a forced daughter whose mum wants an active child, and a bored model-student. He said he didn’t expect to see you because he was embarrassed, he was drenched in sweat.
You can feel the butterflies on your stomach grow wilder and wilder from every word he said, or maybe it’s just the way he smiles when he talks to you? Welp, if it’s anything to do with Xiaojun, you’ll most likely get butterflies.
Just when you thought he was drunk, he is not. He’s capable of driving you home and carrying on some fun convos, also remembering little things. So.. perhaps, he is not going to forget the kiss you shared because of Jeno’s dare?
As you keep on exchanging conversation with him, suddenly it’s time to get off his car and get back to your house, get ready to deal with Doyoung’s nags and scolds for getting home this late.
You giggle as you take the seat belt off, smiling at the brown haired boy.
“Thank you for driving me home, Xiaojun. It was fun.” you say to him, waving him goodbye as you open the door. He smiles and waves back at you.
Just when you’re about to open the gate of your house, you hear the sound of slamming car doors. You turn around and see Xiaojun standing in front of you, eyes sparkling like a goddamn star. Unfortunately, it’s not Christmas.. If it is, all you want for Christmas is to stare at Xiaojun’s beautiful eyes all day, and probably get married to him.
“Um.. Y/n.. I don’t know how to say this but.. The kiss you gave me earlier, it’s kinda..” he starts, smiling sheepishly.
Oh god, what now? It’s kinda what? Gross? You swear you’ll kill Jeno if you hear that from Xiaojun.
You gaze at him as you wait for him to complete his sentences.
“It’s kinda.. Making me feel.. Things.” he finally continues, rubbing the back of his neck while looking away from you, flustered. It’s pretty cute.
You giggle at him a little, the butterflies come back, or maybe they never even left?
“Don’t laugh, Y/n. I’m being honest, I was pretty embarrassed to run into you during sheltering, and now you’re laughing at me for-”
You let out a big laugh before you pull him to another kiss. This one is a bit longer, more passionate and intimate, unlike the one you had before. He cups your cheek as you feel him smiling during the kiss.
“I’m sorry if I invaded your privacy- but your fast typing was very.. Intriguing.. I might’ve seen you texting Yeri at the bus stop.” he giggles after you pull out from the kiss.
Yikes. You feel like you’re about to burst now. He saw you texting Yeri? What kind of clownery is this? Did he see you typing- oh god, that’s too embarrassing to remember.
“No! That’s too embarrassing!” you cover your face, he laughs once more.
“Now, which church are we going to? I’m pretty sure you said we’re getting married tonight, right?” he takes your hands off your face, grinning widely.
You pout and lightly hit him, only to be attacked by his hugs a second later. Aww, finally, dreams do come true. You stay on his embrace for a few more minutes, no talking, just comfortable silence and realization that you’re on Xiaojun’s arms right now.
You glance at your watch, Doyoung would be furious by now. Telling him that you really have to go before Doyoung can rise from his sleep and beat your ass, you finally wave goodbye to him as he gets back to his car.
Finally entering the house, you’re greeted by Doyoung who’s standing in front of you, holding a bowl of salad on his right hand.
“So, kissing Xiaojun in front of my salad?” he raises his eyebrow.
You stick out your tongue as you make your way upstairs. Technically, not in front of Doyoung’s salad, because the door was closed. He’s probably looking through the window, such a nosy brother. You laugh at the thought of Doyoung getting furious while eating his salad as you get a message.
Xiaojun : so, see you at school? Xiaojun : can’t wait to hold your hand on monday ;)
[1:46pm]:Yangyang can’t help but laugh out loud when he sees that your marshmallow has caught on fire and is now a burnt blob. Handing you his perfectly toasted marshmallow, he kisses you a nose before helping you make the smores.
[12:10pm]:Ten smiles at you when you ask him what he wants for Christmas. Pulling you closer, he answers with, “All I want for Christmas is you, baby.”
Kun and Y/n find themselves enjoying a moment of peace and quiet while everyone else in out of the dorm. The two have a relaxing time together and take this time to talk about their feelings.
Part of the long term couples series
Walking into Kun’s room you quietly make your way towards his bed and crawl in next to him. He has a book propped up on his chest his other arm tucked behind his head. Your crawl over him and cuddle up next to him. Using his chest as a pillow and slotting one of your legs between his. You turn your head a little to plant a kiss on his chest before resting once again on his chest. Closing your eyes, you take in the feel of Kun next to you and relax further into him. The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other at all this past week what with him being busy recording and your week was packed with shoots.
You were glad that the two of you were finally able to spend some time with each other. You feel Kun shift, and his arm comes to wrap around you his hand resting on your hip. He starts to draw mindless patterns on your hip. You open your eyes and glance up at him to see that he is still focused on his book. Looking at the book you see that he is reading a book of poems. You start to read the one poem but aren’t quick enough before Kun turns the page onto the next set of poems.
“What’s the reason for you reading a book of poems?” You ask after you finish one of the poems. Kun lays the book onto his chest and looks down at you. You tilt your head back to look up at him. His dark eyes study you and he bring up his hand to along your jaw and then the brim of your nose.
“Just looking for some inspiration,” he taps the tip of your nose causing you to scrunch it from the action.
“Are you not feeling inspired lately?” You didn’t realize that he was having trouble writing. You wonder how long that has been going on for.
“No, it’s not that I can’t come up with anything,” he assures you, “It’s more that I feel like a lot of what I’ve been writing is the same. And I figured I would try something else this time and see what happens.”
“Are you worried that what you’ve written isn’t good,” you hedge trying to understand exactly how he is feeling. While Kun had many great qualities being open about his feelings was not one of them. The two of you sometimes had arguments because you both struggled at times expressing how you felt. It was something you were both working on and you wanted to be here for him if he was having feelings of doubt.
“I’m sure it’s fine but I want to try and write something different. I guess I just want to push myself and try something new. Does that make sense?” He asks. You smile up at him. Leave it to Kun to take it upon himself to challenge himself to try something new.
“It does,” you tell him, “Just make sure that you’re doing it because you want to and not because you feel like you have to. You’re already an amazing song writer and I don’t want you thinking that you have to push yourself to be better when you are already great.”
Kun smiles down at you before he leans down towards you to press his lips gently to yours. He pulls away from you much too soon for your liking. Scooting up his body you chase after his lips and hear Kun let out a laugh at you before he connects his lips back to yours. When you two breaks apart it’s you who ends the kiss.
“Do I get to see the new songs that you have been working on?” Kun wraps both his arms around you causing the book to slide off his chest and onto the bed.
“Nope,” he tells you and kisses the tip of your nose. Your mouth pops open, and you start to squirm trying to get out of his grasp.
“What are you doing?” Kun laughs as he tightens his hold on you. You continue to try to get out of his grasp.
“If you aren’t going to show me your work. I’m going to go find it myself. You are terrible at hiding things, and I figure I’ll find it in five minutes or less.”
“Alright I’ll show you, my work. When it’s finished,” he tells you, “Later right now I want you to stay right here with me.”
At that statement you stop trying to escape from Kun’s hold. He really was a big softie and you the truth was you didn’t want to go look for his songs anyway. You would much rather spend your time in bed wrapped up in Kuns arms. Settling back on top of him. You nuzzle into his chest and let out a content sigh. Kun loosens his hold on you and settles down into the bed. He picks back up the book he was reading and starts to flip through the pages trying to find where he left off.
When he finds the correct page his one hand returns to your hip and the two of you lay in silence as he reads, and you let your mind drift. The place is quiet, and you start to wonder where the rest of his members are. Usually, the place is filled with noise. It’s weird not to hear other people’s voices, music, or the tv.
“Where is everyone else?” you question.
“I’m not sure. I think some went to the studio and others went out somewhere. I wasn’t paying attention and was just excited to have the place to myself.” Kun shrugs.
“And enjoying not having to be on leader duty for a bit?” Kun was a great leader, but you also knew that sometimes he needed a break.
“That too. Sometimes it’s nice to just have the place to myself and not have to interact with others.”
That was understandable. There were many times yourself that you just needed some time away from others and to just focus on yourself or to be alone and not have to worry about interacting with others or taking care of someone.
“Does that mean that you want me to leave?” you start to tease, “because with me being here defeats the purpose of you being alone.”
“No, I always want you here. I will always want you to be around,” the truth in that statement makes your heart melt.
“I’m telling the others that I’m your favorite,” you inform him and Kun for his part gives you a soft smile before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead.
“Go right ahead they already know that you are my favorite.” That was probably true. Kun probably told them all while he was scolding them that you were his favorite or you could see him telling them that he only get’s his favorite person food and it’s not them.
“I’m still going to tell them just to rub it in their faces!”
“Make sure you do it when I’m around so I can see their reactions.” Kun tells you, “Now shh let’s enjoy this moment of piece and quiet who knows how long we’ll have it.”
“Okay,” you kiss Kuns chest and snuggle into his chest. He goes back to running his fingertips up and down your side and before you know it your eye lids start to droop and your you find yourself sleeping.
Kun looks down at your sleeping form. You look so peaceful as you sleep. He had missed you this past week and was glad that you were able to come over today. Setting his book on his nightstand Kun rolls to his side and gently moves you onto the bed before pulling you into his side. You tuck your head under his chin and your one hand curls around his shirt. Kun kisses the top of your head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep himself. As he does, he thinks how he would like to spend everyday like this. With you in his arm, in his space.
