summary: as fun as it was to lie on silk sheets and tease each other without going any further, you didn’t want just fun. you wanted him to strip you off the lingerie set you were scantily clad in and take you right then and there.
tags: model!yukhei x singer!reader, tenyang appear too, strangers to lovers, a bit of pining, making out, fingering, oral sex, slight praise and size kink, just yukhei being a cute soft dom lol
word count: 6.1k
a/n: this was supposed to be pure filth but then it became fluffy :’) i wrote most of it while reaaally stressed with uni, so sorry this took a while + forgive me if there are any mistakes!! the title is from ‘yours’ by maye. if you enjoyed this please don’t hesitate to let me know, tysm! <3
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you’re not sure how you ended up here.
here, as in sloppily kissing the ridiculously hot model you met just hours ago, tongues clashing like you’re spelling out each other’s name.
here, as in straddling his hips and running your hands over the golden skin of his chest while he massages your thighs, the sounds of your hushed breaths and lips smacking filling the air.
no, you know exactly how you ended up here — and why.
you knew you were done for the moment you first met lucas wong, an up-and-coming model in the fashion industry who was to be your co-star for your upcoming music video.
as your manager ten cordially introduced you to lucas, you struggled to keep your nerves at bay and not ogle at the tall, handsome man. you’ve met dozens of dashing dudes in your past year as a newcomer to the music industry, but lucas was truly something else — he was such a dream.
his hair was styled up, a single curl falling over his forehead but not obstructing his beautiful doe eyes. and as if his defined features weren’t already too much for you to take in, his bare chest was on display too, perfectly sculpted and literally glowing from the thin layer of body glitter on it.
then you started talking to him and god, not only was he sweet and polite — he just had to be so cute and charming too. the combination of his deep voice and puppy-like looks gave you whiplash, and it was almost embarrassing how you couldn’t handle the sheer eye contact when you only just got to know him.
the butterflies fluttering wildly in your tummy only multiplied when shooting began.
at first, the lights and cameras were great distractions as you lip-synced to suggestive lyrics and lightly smoothed a hand across his chest — after all, professional acting wasn’t something new to you. you were all dolled up and looking picture perfect just like lucas was, and the loud whistles from your staff who were hyping you helped you remember who you were.
but when you leaned into him and brushed your lips across his shoulders — and when his eyes fell onto yours with a dreamy, distracted gaze — you found yourself praying for the shoot to wrap up already.
because as fun as it was to lie on silk sheets and tease each other without going any further, you didn’t want just fun. you wanted him to strip you off the lingerie set you were scantily clad in and take you right then and there.
and so did lucas, who knocked on the door of your dressing room when filming wrapped and everyone else disappeared into the dining hall.
there was a moment of hesitation as he stood in the hallway, visibly gulping as his eyes fixated on your lips. from the way he was still shirtless with only a pair of grey sweatpants on, it was obvious he didn’t spend more than a minute in his own dressing room before rushing to you.
your mind screamed at you to do something, anything to relieve the tension — so you grabbed his arm and pulled him in.
all you can remember after turning around from locking the door is him crashing into you, his lips pressed against yours as if he had been waiting to do that the entire day.
a low guttural groan drags you back into the present moment.
you feel his hands, big and warm, caress your bum. one slides up your back in search of the hook of your mesh bra and his fingers meddle with the thin strap impatiently, making you smile.
that smile breaks after a few seconds, a gasp slipping through your lips. you call lucas, but he pays no attention and simply continues licking over the patch of skin he had been sucking on. you know he’s trying to give you a hickey like the one you left on his throat.
“lucas.” his name falls from your parted lips again in a breathless whisper.
at the sound of his name dripping with lust, he instantly pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, staring at you with his eyes still half-lidded. your heart hammers on your chest at his lips looking all glossy and swollen, his pupils slightly blown.
“it opens from the front,” you tell him, reaching for his hand and guiding it to your cleavage, where the metal hook holding your bra in place was sewn on the inside. “here.”
“oh.” lucas mutters softly, staring blankly at your perfectly manicured hand. his puffy lips pucker into a tiny pout.
a wave of adoration washes over you. letting out a light chuckle, you cup his jawline, tilting his face towards yours before giving him a short kiss. “cute.”
his eyebrows soften before the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk.
“me? cute?”
a shiver runs down your spine at the raspiness of his voice and the smugness of it.
it’s sinful how two simple words could make your body flush just like that. you hope he doesn’t notice how sensitive you are — you haven’t been this intimate with anyone since your break-up a few months back.
but you fail pathetically, surrendering to him the moment his other hand curves around your neck with a gentle yet firm grip. your head falls back and you exhale softly as he leaves a trail of wet kisses along your throat.
“baby,” he murmurs as he undoes your bra and tugs the straps off your shoulders. “i’m far from cute.”
you gulp, unable to react to his statement because his lips are suddenly back on yours, his hands cupping your breasts and fondling them. he groans when your hips grind rock his crotch in an attempt to satisfy the need to be fucked properly.
lucas lowers you onto the sofa, caging you in his large frame. you feel so small in this position, but his cock hardens and shows its length against the fabric of his sweatpants and you instantly feel even smaller. now you just want him inside you, stretching you open and keeping you full.
but you’re painfully aware of how you can’t have that right now — so you settle for spreading your thighs apart and relishing in the way he needily ruts against you.
“wish i could take you right here,” he huffs. “make you scream and let everyone hear us.”
you whine in response, momentarily distracted by that scandalous image. in the midst of it all, you can’t help but think of how nice it’d be to be called his baby — how nice it’d be if you could be his baby. a pool of moisture dampens your panties.
“i want you too—”
out of nowhere, a bunch of repetitive knocks pound against the door of your dressing room, sending both of you into a state of shock. lucas freezes — a string of saliva hangs off his chin and lands on your chest as he hovers over you, his eyes widened in panic.
after a few seconds of silence the door rattles with a series of knocks again, this time sending you and him into a state of frenzy. you snap out of it, sitting up quickly and fixing your bra while lucas frantically looks around the room for a place to hide.
“y/n? are you done changing? you’ve been in there for a while.”
you sighed in half-relief. it was yangyang, ten’s intern — and your harmless assistant.
“um, is everything okay? should i come in?”
“no!” you yell back a little too harshly. “i’m okay, just give me five minutes and i’ll be out.”
“okay then.” yangyang replies. “i’m gonna head over to the vending machines and be right back.”
within seconds, you have your hoodie and sweatpants on while lucas has strategically planted himself behind a clothing rack at the corner of the room.
the silence in the air has become a little awkward and even a little draining. you look at lucas and smile sadly at how his hair is still a mess from you running your hands through it — you wish the good moment you and him had didn’t end so abruptly.
“will you be okay here?” you whisper to him.
“i’m fine.” lucas whispers back. “it’s okay, i’ll get out later. you should go before he comes back.”
but you don’t want to. who knows when you’ll get to see him again?
a part of you wonders if this has been nothing more than a casual fling for lucas, if his sweet demeanour was entirely platonic. you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t be hurt.
letting out a tiny ‘okay’, you make your way towards the door, dragging out every second and taking the slowest footsteps you’ve ever taken in your entire life. you don’t care if you look silly, you want him to say something, to tell you to stop, to—
“y/n?” lucas blurts out, unfolding himself from his crouched position. “um, i hope to see you again.”
your heart races as you let his words settle in. he looks at you with an expectant gaze, scratching the back of his neck as he continues, “only if you want that too, of course.”
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lucas @wyhlucas new things coming soon had so much fun on set and can’t wait for everyone to see this. much love and thanks to the super talented @y/n and her team for this opportunity! http://t.co/990125
@yyminaj @wyhlucas wowowow these pics are amazing! i wonder who took them :D
10 @tenlee1001 @yyminaj aww thanks, my phone did
@yyminaj @tenlee1001
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cat momager so. have you guys decided when you’re gonna do the deed? our return flight is tomorrow night, in case you’ve forgotten :/
yangyang minaj okay um nobody says “do the deed” anymore it makes u sound old, ten-ge
cat momager damn ok when are you guys gonna fuck? i will literally scream if you carry on this nun act when mr hottie is clearly so into you tell me you’re at least going to dinner with him. please.
you chill out omg uh.. we’re hanging out tonight
cat momager YESSSSSSSSS!!!!! this is marvellous news to me have fun and be safe darling!! mwah!!
you sounding like an old person again… jk ily <3
yangyang minaj “hanging out” haha u owe us a nice meal for this :D
you i? owe you a meal?? you’re the one who interrupted things
yangyang minaj that’s not my fault, i didn’t know u were into exhibitionism and yeah i was the one who suggested casting him :D
you wow you’ll regret saying that liu yangyang
yangyang minaj ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
cat momager ….. moving on i’m kinda craving sushi so yessssss to the meal treat :3
yangyang minaj ok cool i’ll do the research :D
you brave of you to think that you’re getting that free meal
yangyang minaj :( thought i was your fav intern and didi
you i’m muting this gc bye
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you end up getting together with lucas again much sooner than you thought.
after his confession that day, you followed each other on social media and exchanged numbers. since then, you’ve been texting him literally every other minute — if you’re not busy stalking his instagram page which was pretty much his modelling portfolio, with the occasional selfie and scenery shot.
lucas was definitely doing the same, judging from how he liked a bunch of your older photos and openly tagged you as his celebrity crush in one of his ‘q&a’ instagram stories.
so it’s safe to say that the attraction is mutual.
and it makes you giddy. the last time you felt such a rush of excitement with someone was such a long time ago, so it’s hardly a surprise when the recurrent smile on your face doesn’t go unnoticed by ten and yangyang — who are both ecstatic at the thought of you finally breaking free from the insecure, depressive post-breakup spell you’ve been under.
when lucas finally shows up at your hotel room, you’re once again faced with the challenge of not smiling at every little thing he says — and now gawking at how handsome he is.
“i just came from that fitting session for fashion week i was telling you about.” lucas says. he strolls into the room confidently at first, setting his jacket and bag on the couch, then he turns to look at you — and you nearly fawn over the shy smile he’s trying so hard to hide.
you quickly scan his outfit: a graphic t-shirt with its sleeves folded to show off his muscly arms, tucked into a pair of navy pants that elongate his already long legs and accentuate his slim waist.
“i got the gig!” he chuckles sheepishly, his eyes crinkling beneath the pair of gold circle-framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.
“this calls for a celebration!” you cheer, rushing over to the mini fridge below the tv console. “i have the perfect thing for that.”
lucas sits at the foot of your bed, letting out a soft ‘wow’ as he watches you pull out a small bottle of wine. you have to fight the urge to kiss the tip of his nose because he’s just too cute.
after you make a toast to his upcoming show, the two of you end up chatting about the day’s events and before you know it, nearly an hour has passed and the bottle of wine is now half-empty.
lucas reaches for your glass and puts it aside when he notices how quiet you are and you swoon a hundred times, not bothering to take off those rose-tinted glasses you’ve been looking at him through anymore.
“this is a celebration for you too, y’know.”
“a celebration for me? how?”
he returns to his spot next to you on the queen-sized bed, shifting the sheets around and repositioning himself to face you.
“hm, you have a mini album dropping at the end of next month. right?”
you stare at him with an expression of something between confusion and amusement.
how did he know? that’s information only you and your team have.
he lets out a giggle at your reaction, the airy sound of it alone making you decide that it doesn’t really matter, that it’s alright if he knows.
“i overheard one of your staff talking about it.” lucas admits. his smile falters at the end of the sentence as panic sets in. “don’t worry though! i didn’t tell anyone.”
“oh, it’s fine.” you shrug, making a mental note to nag at yangyang — you have a feeling he’s responsible for this. “it is super secret info, but i would’ve told you sooner or later anyway.”
“oh.” lucas grins. “is that so?”
your cheeks burn. you can’t even bring yourself to look at him and the coy smile etched onto his lips — you’re crumbling under his gaze, stupidly hoping you don’t look too flustered.
when you finally have the courage to look at him, you find him still smiling at you.
“cute.” he mumbles, chuckling at the whine of embarrassment you let out as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“you know what i can’t stop thinking of?”
his voice is soft and soothing, and would be lulling you to sleep if his flirty self hasn’t been keeping you on your toes every second.
you shake your head, unable to keep yourself calm when you’re pressed against him and feeling the rhythm of his breathing match yours. somehow, this feels more intimate than whatever you and him did in that dressing room.
“you.” he says softly.
by some surge of confidence — it must be the alcohol — you shift yourself to rest your body on top of his and cradle his head with your hands. lucas swallows nervously at your sudden move and the proximity of your faces.
“may i?” he asks, eyes flickering to your parted lips.
you answer him by joining your lips together — it’s a simple kiss, no tongue, and weirdly lasts only a few seconds before he cups your cheeks to pull you away.
“m’ sorry,” he mumbles shyly, his hands moving to his face and taking his glasses off. “these need to go. wanna kiss you properly.”
your chest vibrates with laughter against his, his statement filling you with too much warmth and happiness. as soon as his glasses are carefully placed on the bedside table, your lips crash in a fiery kiss again. his hands grip your bum firmly, his lips swiping against yours languidly with zero intentions of pulling away.
when he finally does, you’re both panting, hot breaths touching each other’s swollen lips. he rolls you onto the bed and settles comfortably in between your legs.
“can’t stop thinking about you,” lucas confesses, his eyes darting all over your face as if trying to memorise this moment. “can’t stop thinking about how i didn’t get to fuck you properly.”
your throat turns dry. his words going straight to your core and instantly make you wrap your legs around his waist, the friction of your clothing rubbing against his leaving you slightly annoyed.
“me too.” you mumble.
the trail of wet kisses along your neck comes to a stop as lucas lifts his head to look at you.
“do you—” he asks breathlessly. “wanna—”
“yes.” you intercept him, knowing all too well that you’re too weak to hear the end of that question.
there’s a cheeky smile on his face that you only get to admire for a second before he kisses you in a way that’s so tender, it makes your stomach flip.
he sheds his clothes and helps you out of yours, beaming at the familiar sight of your body in lingerie even though it’s nothing fancy this time. you arch your back, reaching for your bra hook and unclasping it swiftly with one hand.
“pretty,” he mutters, bending down to line his mouth with one of your breasts. his mouth sucks at the underside of it, the loudness of his lips smacking against your skin filling your ears.
your hands find home in his hair, gently scratching his scalp as his tongue glides over your nipple. you’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t notice his other hand cupping your core and rubbing you through your panties, and a sinful moan escapes you before you can hold it back.
lucas pulls away and reattaches his lips at the base of your neck, eagerly slipping his fingers beneath your panties. the soft pad of his middle finger massages your sensitive bud before gliding against your drenched folds, the mere action making your hips twitch up in the air, much to your embarrassment.
“so sensitive,” he murmurs, slowly working you open as your arousal leaks onto the warm palm of his hand. “baby’s so tight.”
“more, please—” you plead, your own fingers reaching below to pull your panties aside. you should’ve known from the length of his fingers that you’d fall apart right away — but here you are, gasping and whimpering uncontrollably.
“good?” lucas asks. you hum in response and he chuckles, the sound of it nearly sending you over the edge.
he continues fingering you for a while, adding a third finger and mumbling lewd praises into your ear as your hips grind along to the pace of his fingers. soft whimpers slowly turn into broken moans as your hand releases your panties and desperately clings onto the sheets.
“s’ okay baby,” he coos as you clench around his digits. “let it go.”
his thumb presses against your clit, drawing circles in a hypnotic rhythm until you’re coming apart and spilling onto his knuckles.
“so pretty when you come.” lucas caresses your trembling thighs with his sticky hand. “wanna fuck you and see that pretty face again.”
you shudder with excitement as he hastily digs through his bag for a condom and rushes back to you. when he pulls down his boxers and throws them aside, the sight of his naked body hovering over yours naturally spreads your thighs apart — you think you can come again just looking at his cock bounce against his tummy, pre-cum dribbling down his thick length.
“fuck,” he grunts when you wrap a hand around him. you stroke him slowly at first, spreading his arousal and reveling in the way his eyes shut as his hips begin rutting into your grip. “baby, no, no—” he stutters, grabbing your other hand from his shoulder that tried to push him onto the bed.
you sulk at him, upset that he would reject you like that. “lucas,” you plead as you continue pumping him. “want you to come in my mouth. please?”
“i-” he chuckles with an abashed smile, bending down to press his forehead against yours. “i’ll give it to you, baby. promise.” he kisses you before ripping the foil packet open. “let me fuck you first — i can’t wait anymore.”
neither can you. whatever thoughts you had just seconds ago fly out of the window as lucas hoists you further up on the bed. you let your eyes roam across his athletic body, from his broad shoulders to his sculpted abs to his rock hard cock now sheathed in rubber. it’s a sight that has you throbbing and pulsing with so much want.
gasps spill into the air as he slowly enters you. you’re clenching around nothing one second and stretching to accommodate all of him in the next, and your mind blanks out from the stark difference — you can’t believe how deep he’s inside you.
lucas stays still, soft sighs falling from his parted lips as his eyes gloss over your body hungrily. his patience only lasts a minute before he leans forward to cup your cheek.
“can i move, baby?”
you nod, gripping his biceps to hold yourself in place. his cock drags along your walls and you moan, softly at first before he presses his mouth to yours, swallows all the noises you make. he’s big and you knew that, but you can barely comprehend it when he’s sliding in and out of you, your arousal helping you take him more easily.
“lucas, you’re so big, so good.” you whine, mindlessly tugging at his hair.
“yeah?” he grunts. “you want more?”
“yes—” your breath hitches when he suddenly gets on his knees and grabs your hands, pinning them above your head.
you cry as rams his cock into you, the tip of him nudging your cervix. your mind fizzles with immense pleasure.
“baby,” he huffs, eyes lowering to where you and him are joined. “you’re so pretty like this, stretched out and taking me so well.”
sweat trickles down his chest as he fucks you brutally, locking you in place with his strong arms and powerful hips. his gaze darkens, flickering between your face to your breasts bouncing with every jolt. you feel so small and insignificant, like you’re made just for his pleasure — and you’re more than okay with that.
the squelches coming from where you and him are joined are overpowered by your loud sobs. heat pools into the pit of your belly and your walls clamp down on him, your thighs beginning to shake uncontrollably.
“i’m close—” you cry, your back arching against the mattress.
“i got you, baby.” he coos, eyes softening when he notices a teardrop roll down your cheek. immediately he lets go of your hands, bringing them to his lips where he kisses your slightly red wrists. “come all over me.”
a wave of pleasure washes over you like a strong tide, drowning you and paralysing every muscle in your body as you reach a feverish orgasm.
lucas groans, grinding balls deep into you as you spasm beneath him. your brain blanks out in bliss as you come, your release gushing past your folds onto the base of his cock.
“lucas,” you whine, your chest rising and falling as you calm down from your high. you still haven’t forgotten his promise — but neither has he.
he pulls his hard length out of you slowly, hissing as he peels off the sticky rubber and watches you whine at the emptiness. pumping himself with one hand, he crawls over you carefully, knees sinking into the mattress by your sides. you’re soon greeted with the sight of him looking down at you, positioning the tip of his cock between your parted lips.
“fuck, shit—” lucas groans as you run the flat of your tongue along the vein on the side.
you guide him into your mouth and suck on his head sloppily, tasting his arousal as you coated him with your saliva. he’s thick and you’re unsure about having his whole length down your throat, so you let the pool of spit in your mouth help you take as much of him as you can.
a series of whiney noises fall from his ‘o’ shaped lips as his hands grip onto the headboard for life. he’s breathing harshly, his hips falling into a steady rhythm as he works his cock in and out of your mouth, thrusting as deep as you could have him.
“so pretty for me, baby.” he moans, his eyes locking with your teary ones. “you’re so pretty.” you manage a whimper in response, his praises and the blown out expression on his face making the burning in your throat all worth it.
with a strained “oh my god, babe—baby—” he pulls out a little and comes, his release flooding your mouth in long spurts. you swallow all of it and continue pumping him, milking every droplet onto your tongue.
lucas struggles to balance himself. his eyebrows are furrowed, his jaw slack in pleasure as he watches you lazily wipe off the mess of spit, come, and tears trailing down your chin. eventually he manoeuvres himself off you and haphazardly collapses onto the bed.
“you okay?”
you nod, too worn out to even speak. like you, lucas stares into the air with his eyes almost shut, still lost in the high as he lets out ragged breaths.
it takes less than ten minutes for your blissed-out state to fade into the overwhelming urge to hug him, kiss him, and hold his face — but the exhaustion weighing down on you is so great that you settle with gazing at him.
sensing your eyes on him, lucas shifts himself sideways and throws an arm over your hip, closing the distance between the two of you.
“pretty.” he whispers, gently tilting your face towards his with an index finger and thumb on your chin, then closing in to kiss you. when he pulls away, you take a minute to admire his ruffled hair, kiss-bruised lips and shiny face while he wipes off the tear streaks off your cheeks.
he’s so beautiful.
mushy thoughts cloud your mind. you’re soft all over again, lying on the bed in disgust at your romantic inner monologue as he makes a quick cleanup and fetches you a bottle of water.
“lucas.”
you sucked in a breath, hesitating to ask the one question you were afraid of knowing the answer to — but he interrupts you instead.
“xuxi.”
“what?”
“xu-xi.”
“xuxi?”
he nods with a dopey grin, slipping beneath the covers next to you.
“it’s my real name—xuxi. want you to call me that.” he giggles shyly, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. the image and sound of that is just too much for your heart to handle.
“oh, okay. are you staying the night, xuxi?”
“do you want me to?” he asks quietly, his hands coming to rest on the small of your back to pull you closer to him. your breathing goes uneven when you realise his actions are probably hinting at his answer to your question.
“maybe.” you mumble.
xuxi lifts his head, lips stretching into a wide smile as he catches the look of abashment on your face.
“well—” he pauses, his smile subsiding into a soft and sincere one. “i want to.”
you exhale in content and glee, biting back a dumbstruck smile. it’s your turn to nuzzle into the juncture of his neck and shoulder — his skin is warm, sticky and salty with sweat but with fatigue creeping up on you, you couldn’t care less.
“then stay.” you whisper. “don’t go.”
“i won’t.”
placing a kiss on your forehead, xuxi repositions himself and makes you the little spoon. your hands rest on top of his as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, molding himself into your body and encasing you in his warmth.
god knows how tired you are, but you don’t want to sleep and lose this moment. the past few hours briefly replay in your mind, affection coursing through your veins making you dizzy and reminding you once again how long it has been since you last went to bed feeling this happy and cared for.
you usually go to bed feeling lonely or with some worries on your mind but tonight, there’s none of that. tonight, you fall asleep with a tender heart, with xuxi whispering “goodnight, baby” into your ear.
–
“what do you want.”
“i’m just checking on you!”
it’s past noon, but still too early for you to be dealing with liu yangyang and his excessively cheery tone.
“like ten asked me to, y’know. we wanna know if your—ahem—date went well.” he continues, and you can already see that shit-eating grin of his in your head. “also, just letting you know we have dinner plans before flying back tonight, your treat by the way—ow!”
you let out a silent yawn as you listen to the phone get shoved around, having a vague idea of what’s going on. after a few seconds of muffled noises, a faint “that hurt!” in yangyang’ whiney little voice and a “good, it was supposed to!” from a snappy ten, the call cuts off. then a bunch of notifications start popping up on the lockscreen of your phone.
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cat momager ugh sorry about that y/n you know him -_-
yangyang minaj smh so now it’s MY fault i was checking in on her like you asked me to
cat momager yeah that’s not what i meant and you know it lol a simple text would have sufficed not a fucking call!!!! we don’t even call each other normally bro!!!!
you it’s okay lol i’m up anyway!
yangyang minaj oops ooo someone’s in a good mood
cat momager yeah well she probably got laid last night did you?
yangyang minaj wtf
cat momager anyways! we’re gonna hang out at the spa before checking out if dinner’s still on tonight then just ring me when you’re done :D
you wait what tonight’s still on! why wouldn’t it be?
cat momager maybe bc you’ll be hanging out with mr hottie… right?
yangyang minaj lol he has a real name
–
you barely have time to type out a reply because you’re getting yet another incoming call — this time, from ten.
“okay, sorry for calling again but i just need to ask—is everything going okay?”
ten sounds a little concerned. you’re slightly creeped out by how he could sense your mixed emotions just from a few text messages, but for the most part, grateful he’s always looking out for you and acting as a close friend more than a manager.
“yeah.” you steal a glance at the marble partition dividing the bedroom and the open bathroom, thinking of the man you spent the night with who’s still here, standing in the shower where clouds of steam are floating out of. “everything’s good.”
“i’m sensing a ‘but’ here.” ten says, clearly hesitating to prod further.
last night, you got the intimacy and connection you’ve been looking for so badly in the form of one person: xuxi.
there’s literally nothing to dislike about him, and on the contrary, many, many things that you like about him. you’d love to have something more, and maybe you’re thinking too much, but he definitely seems to feel the same way about you.
but you couldn’t help but remain defensive, afraid, and unsure. all these conflicting emotions from meeting someone you met just days ago, even though you and him had an amazing time last night — you’re just not sure about what to do and where to go from here.
ten sighs after a few seconds of silence on your side.
“y/n, i can hear you overthinking again. stop that.”
“i know, i know—sorry.”
“you can tell me whatever’s bothering you. i’m all ears, you know that.”
“mmhmm.”
silence ensues again.
“so.” ten perks up. ”what are your plans for today?”
“um,” you mumble. “xuxi—lucas, i mean, that’s his real name—did mention something about going out for lunch. but nothing’s confirmed.”
“wow.” ten laughs. “the man already told you his real name and wants to take you out to lunch. just go out with him y/n, for christ’s sake.”
you snort. maybe he does have a point. you wait for him to continue talking and sweeping away your doubts and second thoughts — he’s very talented at that.
“just give yourself a chance to be happy, okay?” he says sagely. “if you end up not having a good time, we’ll just pretend he doesn’t exist and move on. worst case scenario, i get yangyang to make a diss track about him. simple as that.”
there’s a curious “wait, what?” in the background of ten’s side that makes you giggle.
“okay. sounds good.” you felt a foolish smile spreading across your face.
“that’s what i want to hear!” ten exclaims happily. “okay, go have fun. i’ll talk to you later.”
you put your phone down, turning around only to meet a half-naked xuxi strolling out of the bathroom.
the muscle lines adorning his torso move in waves as he towels his hair dry and puts his glasses on, absolutely oblivious to how overwhelming yet addicting the sight of him is for you.
“who’s making you smile?”
“noone.” you mutter, rolling your eyes playfully and making space for him on the bed. “just my manager being silly.”
xuxi plops down right next to you, slinging the fluffy towel around his neck as his lips curve into a smug grin.
“oh. good.”
“what does that mean?” you chuckle.
“nothing,” he mumbles in the same shy manner you answered him. “it means iwanttobetheonemakingyousmileallthetime.”
your smile drops — you heard every single word of it even though it probably sounds like gibberish to anyone else. he’s crazy, you think.
“can i?” he asks, and your head spins at the boldness and casualness of it all.
you look at xuxi expecting a flirty gaze, but he just stares at you, eyes flickering across your features as he processes your reaction. he’s been so attentive, always making sure you’re comfortable and trying to understand what you don’t say aloud. plus, your gigantic crush on him isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
you recall ten’s words earlier and come to an easy decision.
“yes.” you breathe out, feeling your cheeks get hotter.
“good.” he lets out a nervous chuckle, his face lighting up with a lopsided smile. “i want to take you out to lunch too. and dinner. and drinks. wanna hold your hand, call you beautiful—all that. wanna make you mine.”
“xuxi!” you stutter out. his sugary words have you melting and melting into nothing but a puddle in his arms. all you can do is look back at him with a smile that’s just like the one on his face — small yet so full of fondness.
xuxi giggles, resting his hand over yours and smoothing circles onto your skin with his thumb. his hair is now half-dried and fluffier than ever, and he looks so ridiculously soft that you can’t hold yourself back, and won’t anymore — so you gently remove his glasses and lean in for an innocent kiss.
“i’d like that a lot.” you tell him earnestly.
xuxi doesn’t say anything else.
he simply cups the back of your neck and kisses you again. the kiss is deeper and longer this time, with his lips brushing against yours and sucking on your bottom lip before he inevitably pulls away. somehow, you end up in his lap with your hands on his shoulders holding him close, your fingernails digging into his warm skin.
you don’t know how many more kisses you and him share before you finally make it out of the hotel room and to a nearby cafe for lunch. but with every kiss, smile, and touch, you felt warm, happy, and loved — and that was something you can’t wait to get used to, with him.
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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.
No matter what happens, brotherhood comes first. That is their father’s last words before Kunhang and Yukhei take over the most prominent secret society in Hong Kong. With Kunhang and Yukhei being the brain and the brawn of the group respectively, together, they are stronger than ever. However, something has gone wrong, which results in Wong Yukhei’s arrest and Kunhang flying to Macau. Is this going to be the end of brotherhood?
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Characters: Tsundere!Dong Sicheng x Y/N & NCT/WAYV
Genre: NCT College AU | NCT Heirs AU
Warnings: angst, fluff
Summary:
With two glasses of milk, bowl of fruits, papers scattered on the floor and his blue backpack, Y/N found the way to know the contents of Jisung’s heart on their supposed to be study night that turns out to be a late night conversation.
(This is for the Anon who requested for Y/N to have a moment with Jisung. Thank you for inspiring me.)
“Which part of the brain controls the heart rate?”
“Uhmm…” Jisung took his time on thinking but he scratched his head and look at them apologetically.
“Seriously? We’ve been reviewing this since last week.” Chenle was laying his head at Y/N’s lap while glaring at his friend who was now pouting when he received scolding from his older brothers.
“You should limit your game time. We need to focus on the upcoming exams.” Renjun complained, shaking his head then he adjusted his glasses from his nose and look again to his own notes.
The younger boys, or what do they called themselves, the Dreamies we’re currently gathered in Jisung’s room to prepare for their upcoming major exam. Renjun and Jaemin was lying down at Jisung’s bed, Jeno was lying on his stomach at the floor, Y/N was sitting on the floor with Chenle’s head laying on her lap and they all have their attention to Jisung who was sitting at the floor facing them, They convinced Y/N to help them review their notes because they knew it that if there was no one who will push them to study, they will play games all the time until the day before the exam when they will cram.
It was a month after the emergency meeting in the kitchen and they noticed a great improvement since Y/N have gotten close with them. Y/N was strict but unlike Doyoung who nags them all the time. She was softer than Kun and less scarier than Taeyong. Sometimes, when they are too busy from their studies/work/trainings, she help them or give them something to eat.
Their attention diverted at Haechan who swing the door open and lay on his stomach between Jaemin and Renjun at the bed.
“The review meeting at 127 was so boring that I wanted to whack my brain. This atmosphere right here made it much bearable. “ Donghyuck pouted while turning the page of the module in his hand.
“That’s what you got form sticking with 127 hyungs.” Renjun casually said while reading his book.
“Mark Lee’s life wouldn’t be miserable without me. I need to give him something to live in this lifetime that he was wasting because he was so boring.” Donghyuck have a habit of annoying the shit out of Mark so even if he was part of the Dreamies, he tags along with the 127 too. The 127 are the group of the older boys who was more serious on preparing to take over the NCT-med. They most likely to do the case study compared to the Dreamies who was the group of college students.
The door swung open for the second time and Mark walks inside and sit beside Y/N, relief was evident in his face.
“The hyungs are getting pretty serious. I couldn’t take the pressure. I want to read peacefully.” Mark lead his head on Y/N shoulder and he pouted like a child while looking at the report on his hand. He was currently assigned by Taeyong to review some medical cases as part of his training. Mark may be still young but he got the greatest potential to be leading doctor of NCT-med. He was hardworking, talented and dedicated with the very young age so he got himself the sure spot as the leader of the Dreamies while also taking part of the 127.
It was strange because Mark was an awkward guy especially to girls. But he could not pinpoint why he was so comfortable on Y/N. Maybe it was because she was at the same age as him or maybe she reminds him of home. Whenever he misses his family, he tried to talk to Y/N until they fall asleep in his bed.
The boys doesn’t mind Y/N to sleep in their room because all of them have a platonic relationship with her. They saw her as someone close to be their sister, a fragile human glass with a kind personality and they don’t have a heart to hurt her.
One of the members who cling to her mostly was Chenle, Haechan and surprisingly, Yuta. Chenle have this personality that you would think he will be a child forever. He was carefree and you couldn’t help but to protect him. He was the one who always pleaded Y/N to have a sleepover to his room. He always want Y/N to comb his hair while he was sleeping.
Haechan was the second one who craves Y/N attention. He clings to her a lot and was the first one who hug her. He was the first one to initiate skinship and clinginess with her the moment they are done agreeing to accept her as someone whom they could trust. Haechan was playful and always want to annoy everyone but he was so loving to Y/N.
Yuta, on the other hand, became the older brother Y/N doesn’t have. The was protective and caring towards her. He help her adjust and always give her pat on her head whenever she done something even if it was a little thing. Y/N once found out Yuta had been crying in his dreams one time when she went to Haechan’s room to give him his books. She wake him up and talk to him to calm him down when he confessed he miss his family in Osaka. He was her talk buddy about something emotional. She sometimes cried when she talk about why Sicheng didn’t talk or even glance at her direction. Their talks in Yuta’s room was something that only been shared between them. It was their secrets like bestfriends.
“Baby, are you done?” The door opened to reveal a stress Jaehyun. He pop his head at the door to look for Y/N. Y/N got used to the boys calling her anything they want. Jaehyun called her ‘Baby’ as someone who was very affectionate and soft despite of him having a black belt in Taekwondo. Taeyong call her ‘princess’ since he said that she’s the only girl in the house. Haechan called her ‘My Noona” and recently Johnny was calling her ‘sunshine’.
“What is it Jae?”
“Come to my room after you’re done here.” She nodded her head and he left the room.
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Y/N was stretching her neck while walking to Jaehyun’s room. When the boys are stress about their exams, she was also getting stressed too because she help them review their notes. She knock three times and opened his bedroom door.
Y/N saw how chaotic Jaehyun’s room far from its usual clean and relaxing environment. There are two laptops on top of his study table, stacks of papers and pencils were laid out. Lucas was sitting in Jaehyun’s bed, papers scattered everywhere. She picked up the papers on the floor and put it on the bed where Lucas was focused on trying to rearrange it.
“How can I help?” She ask the two men who was busy doing their part.
“I want you to help Lucas separate the papers based on their diagnosis. After that, we will review it until we memorize it. Please, baby?” Jaehyun answered while typing something on his laptop. She uttered ‘ok’ and then proceed to help the two as much as she can.
Y/N think that she’ll gonna be so busy on the following days.
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It was 4am when Sicheng left his study table for the first time this day. He only felt the stiffness of his neck when he was walking toward Jaehyun’s bedroom to get the files he ask for him when he was out of the country. Jaehyun is his bestfriend and they have the habit of not knocking on each other’s room.
“Jaehyun wher—-“ when Sicheng speak right after he opened the door thinking that Jaehyun was still awake, he was cut off by the snores he immediately recognizes that belonged to Lucas.
Sleeping on the bed was Lucas with his limbs lying everywhere, Jaehyun holding some papers on his chest while his hand was reaching on Y/N’s head. She was sleeping between them, comforter draped on her body. The room was messy with papers scattered on the floor, the desk and from the bed.
Sicheng heard that she was getting along with his friends, happy that someone was taking care of them. All of them ask for his permission when they want her to sleepover to their rooms for movie marathon or anything and swear by their hearts that they will never hurt her or do something that would harm her. Sicheng doesn’t mind and he told them that it was her approval that they need to ask for and not his, but he appreciated that they respect him as he was her soulmate.
He was back from his thoughts when Lucas moved and hug Y/N. Sicheng didn’t know how long he stared at Lucas’ hand on Y/N’s back. He suddenly remembered the facts he read on Mark’s report that based on their studies about the soulmates, when you found the one for you, there are lots of unexplainable feelings and things you do conscious or unconsciously. They are mostly noticed by the people around them but the two.
So when Sicheng removed Lucas’ hand and caged Y/N with pillows from the two, he blamed it to the names written on their neck.
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“Noona.” Y/N look at the person who called her. She was greeted by the tall but boy who was wearing a mouse pajamas. She immediately smiled at the youngest, it was rare for him to call her because of his extremely shy personality.
“Hello Jisung, you need anything?” She was pouring the milk when Jisung walked closer to her, hand fidgeting the hem of his pajama shirt.
“C-could you help me reviewing m-my notes?” Jisung, looking at the glass of milk avoiding her eyes.
“Sure, why not? Give me 10 and I’ll be at your room.” She almost didn’t heard his little ’thank you’ if the kitchen was not quiet. She smiled at how he immediately walked away.
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Y/N opened Jisung’s bedroom door and found him sitting at the floor, looking up at her with an innocent shocked face. Jisung was always like that, easily startled, shy and always stuttering. She put down the glasses of milk and fruits on his study table to sit in front of him on the floor.
“Where should we start?” She ask him softly, suddenly being so careful. She was aware that all of the members treated him like the baby he is as he is the youngest of them. Jisung looked for his blue backpack and to the papers on the floor for the notes he made as the ‘things-that-my-hyungs-scold-me-for-because-I-always-forgot-it’.
“Jisung, are you ok?” He immediately stopped at her question. His head stopped working for a second thinking about her question. ‘Am I okay?’
Jisung looked at her, concerned look was written on her face.
He was stressed. By the things he never think of deeply. He should be spending his youth with his same age friends but he couldn’t do it, he was one of the heir and he grew up being protected by men and women in suits, monitoring his every actions. He felt pressured to be the best in his school, he was the heir of their family, heir of the business existed even before he was born, heir of the dreams he didn’t ask and want for, just handed to him while being told that there was no one who can have it except him.
He was stressed out when he was being scolded by his hyungs, but he think of it as a reminder that they are teaching him something that would help him. They are only concerned at him, maybe because they’ve been hurt before and they don’t want him to do the mistakes they made. He did everything to run with his brothers even though he didn’t know what they are running for.
“Doest it really be this painful when you are at this age?” Jisung ask, to her but more to himself. Emotions swelled in his chest. Suddenly, there’s a lump in his throat, like the air wanted to pump out of his lungs.
Y/N held Jisung’s shoulder and lay his head on her lap when she saw the tears swelled up in his eyes. She soothed his back when he continued to sobbed, body was trembling at the pent up emotions.
Jisung never noticed that he was keeping this feelings inside him for who knows how long. He even didn’t remember the last time he cried in front of anyone, being always told that he should put his heart under his sleeves and show no weakness in front of anyone. But is it really be this painful to be like that?
“I am trying my best. But I am still too young, right? When I want to do anything, they told me I am too young to do it. When I couldn’t do anything, they told me I am too you to understand it so they are disappointed. What should I do?” He speak between his sobs and Y/N couldn’t help but to cry.
Even though they didn’t grew up in the same environment with the same problems, somehow, she understand his pain. They are both stuck on something they didn’t ask for, taking the blame of it and they couldn’t do anything but to get the best out of it.
“I didn’t knew you felt this way, Jisung-ah.” She told him and now she was silently crying, feeling sorry for the younger.
“You manage to kept all of this and think what they felt first before yours. How could someone do that with that young age?” She smiled at him even though he was not looking at her.
“You are this so young but you manage to be as good as them. Isn’t that amazing? “ Jisung smiled at her words, it was rare for him to heard people praising his efforts, it was always people comparing him to his brothers.
“I think you’ll be fine. But you should speak for your own sake too so that they could understand you. I guess your brothers are as confused as you because they didn’t know your heart so they resorted at scolding you and telling you what to do.” She carded her fingers in his hair to calm him down. Jisung found himself closing his eyes at the gestures she’s making.
“I wish I have an older sister like you” Jisung whispered, battling between staying awake and sleeping.
“But I am your sister now.” Jisung smiled before he closed his eyes and warmth enveloped him to his sleep.
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(I am thinking of not continuing this but now I changed my mind. Your comments, suggestions are must needed for me to continue writing so don’t be shy and talk to me to my ask box. Thank you so much my loves.)
Characters: Tsundere!Dong Sicheng x Y/N & NCT/WAYV
Genre: NCT College AU | NCT Heirs AU
Warnings: mentioned of sex, alcohol , cursing, fluff
Summary:
You could get pretty drunk and do some ugly stuffs you would regret tomorrow when you wake up.
(I’ve noticed that I wrote partly for what I would like to say to NCT and WayV as a real person. For example, to Lucas in this chapter.)
“Get ready to be part of the 99ang”
Y/N was standing in front of the four boys, weaking the same white shirt with ‘99ang’ (read as ‘gang’) printed on the chest and their names at the back of it. She was told by Lucas that there would be an accepting ceremony to be held for her as the newest member of their group of same age.
They are being watched by the other members, the older ones shaking their head for the silliness of their brothers. Some of the Dreamies protests that they wanted to be part of it but Xiaojun made sure to give them a pep talk about how it should be exclusive only for the people born in 1999.
“So now, we will proceed to the alcohol room!” Hendery clapped and they dragged her to the second floor, left wing of the mansion.
“Don’t do anything stupid!” Kun shouted to remind them how this initiation should be harmless.
“No breaking of stuffs, killing of animals as a tribute and chanting gibberish to call for evil spirit. Don’t make Y/N cry.” Doyoung stopped in front of five of them and the four boys only nodded out of excitement.
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Lucas, Mark, Xiaojun and Hendery was now standing in front of Y/N in the alcohol room of the mansion. She was never been there before and she didn’t even have an idea that this room existed. It was an indoor 5ft pool with a bar on the side of it to where you can chill. It was strictly only for the legal age members and the Dreamies was banned to enter only to when they had reached their legal age.
“As the newest member of now the now largest ’same-age-friends’ in this household, we need to drink this tonight.” Lucas handed her the Dalmore 62 which she doesn’t have an idea what drink it is aside from the fact that it surely an alcohol with a pretty elegant bottle.
“Dude, Sicheng hyung told me she didn’t drink, what if we accidentally alcohol poisoned her?” Mark whispered at his friend while she was busy admiring the beautiful bottle she didn’t have a slightest idea it cost $250 000.
“Chill dude. It’s a one time thing. It won’t hurt.” Lucas answered him with the same tone of voice. Lucas cleared his throat to get her attention again.
“So, at the count of three…”
“ one…”
“ two..”
“THREE!”
Y/N could literally taste the bitterness of the alcohol and how it burns her throat. She bottoms up the shot glass and shove it back to Mark, wiping her lips and waiting for the bitterness to subside.
The four boys cheered on her and they all started the night of celebration.
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“There are perks on being a member of this club.” Hendery utter while the five of them was lying on the inflatable pool floating on the indoor pool. Luckily, the roof where the pool was located was convertible and they turned it as transparent glass where they could see the stars at the night sky. They put pillows and blankets where they could lay down comfortably after they finished the bottle of drinks they could count.
“What is it?” Y/N turned her head to her left where Hendery was lying. She hug his arm when he continued talking.
“We could do this hang out from time to time. Talking about things, everything, and it will be protected by our friendship so it must not be shared outside of the group.” Hendery was looking at the stars, eyes sparkling like he was talking about his dreams.
“Is that so?” She answered and looked the the stars again.
“We all have concerns, you know. And it was a relief to hear other people’s concerns. Somehow it comforts us, a reminder that we are not alone feeling that way.” Mark who was positioned at the far right side with Lucas oh his left side.
“I really don’t feel that I deserve this luxury life.” Lucas spoked that made them startled because they thought he passed out from drinking too much. Lucas opened his eyes and look at the stars while his friends are looking at him, waiting for him to continue.
“ I grew up hearing that I have the face of being the heir of Wong, but I am sure to myself that it was only my physical appearance that look expensive like what they said.” You could see Lucas’ eyes got a little sadder for his confession.
“I want to explore the world. I am a child at heart with full of happiness. I maybe tall but I cry easily. I am not a cold hearted, or an asshole who fucks around leaving trails of broken-hearted girls crying.” Lucas got quiet for a minute, absorbing the words he said and being satisfied with it.
“I say I love you easily, whenever I miss people, or home, I say I love you to my friends, out of nowhere just to remind them.” Lucas continued and a moment of silence envelopes them.
“We love you for who you are Lucas. It’s my first time saying this but WayV would not be the same if you are not you.” Xiaojun answered him that made Lucas smile.
“It feel so good knowing that.”
-
“Sicheng, remind yourself to scold your brothers tomorrow” Sicheng was struggling to lift Y/N and bring her to her room.
“MarklEE stopit…” she slurred and pushed his hands thinking he was Mark.
“Stop moving. I am not Mark.” Sicheng held her arms again and they proceed to walk clumsily. Their little party was finished when Taeyong knocked to check them up only to found the five of them sleeping soundly in the floating pool. Taeyong called Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, and Kun to help the four boys to travel back to their rooms.
“Dong Sicheng, your help is a must here.” Taeyong opened Sicheng’s bedroom door only to found him reading a book at his bed.
“What is it, hyung?” Sicheng closed his book and put it at the bedside table. He removed the comforter from his lap to stand up.
“Your girl is refusing to fo out of that room. I am done, she’s your responsibility now.” Taeyong told him only to furrowed his eyebrows.
“Okay, they welcomed her to be part of their same age friend group and she got pretty drunk.” Sicheng rolled his eyes and he lazily walk to the room to pick up Y/N. He saw her sitting but her eyes was closed and Lucas was crying because Jaehyun and Doyoung was trying to remove his long limbs from hugging Y/N.
Sicheng went to them and he lift Y/N up in bridal style.
“Y’all are a fcking mess.” Doyoung uttered under his breath and that was the last thing Sicheng heard after he exited the room.
“What the —-“ Sicheng couldn’t believe the misfortune he was facing when he tried to open her bedroom door. It was locked and he knew that it would take a lot of time to go to where the spare keys was located. Every step he made was heavy and he couldn’t do anything but to let her sleep to his room.
Sicheng groaned and stretched his back after putting her to his bed. She was sleeping and have no idea what’s happening around her.
“Dejun, why Sicheng hates me?” He was startled when she talked assuming that she was fast asleep. His eyebrows knitted at her drunk question.
She suddenly sat up startling her soulmate and she opened her eyes but couldn’t do it properly.
“He was always acting like I don’t exist. I tried to talk to him but he say… h-hurtful words.” She was now sniffling unaware that she was inside the room of the man she was talking about.
“ Hendery, tell him I’m not a bad person.” She was now assuming that he was Hendery. Sicheng kneel in front of her fix her hair that stick to her face because of her tears. It was out of his personality, but he didn’t questioned it and assumed that it was the soulmate thing that made him do it.
“ He acted in front of our family, I wish he was nice like that everyday and—- Lucas, why it’s so hot in here?” Sicheng couldn’t move from his sitting position when she started to remove her shirt.
“Hey—HEY STOP IT!” Sicheng was about to stand up but failed to when she clutched his shoulders, failed to remove her shirt and she vomited on his shirt.
Sicheng pushed her away and she fall lying down oh his sheet. He couldn’t take the smell of his ruined shirt so he go to the bathroom and remove his shirt. He cleaned himself using a wet washcloth and while doing it, he exited the bathroom to get a shirt but he stopped on his track when he saw her shirt and pants on the floor. He looked at her and she was sitting on the bed, eyes closed and fumbling on her back to remove her brassiere.
“STOP—- OH GOD!” Sicheng immediately closed his eyes, he dropped the washcloth on the floor to blindly walk towards her and stop her, but he couldn’t find her until he heard someone snoring. He hesitated to opened his eyes and thank all gods that she was lying on her stomach, her back facing him but Sicheng immediately blushed when he saw her black panty.
“You’re such a troublemaker.” He tried to not to think a lot, hands shaking when he tried to wrap her using his sheets. He came up to a plan that after wrapping her, he will get two of his shirts, one for him and one for her. He told himself that he will put her in his shirt while closing his eyes
But it was all broken when she drag him to lay down on his bed. He was unable to use his energy to resist her because he was busy on his thoughts.
Sicheng closed his eyes when she sat on his stomach, he have so much respect to her and he bet his life that she would regret everything when she woke up and he didn’t want to look at her body without her consent.
“So warm…” she whispered when she lay dow above him, arms and legs wrapped around his body, her head oh his chest.
His heart accelerated and his body got tensed when he felt her… chest… squished on his stomach. Sicheng tried to closed his eyes and tried to control himself not to think too much about their skin contact. He came up to the conclusion that he will just wait for her to sleep before getting out of the situation.
He look at his bedside table and his clock flashed 4:00 am. He was drained physically and emotionally so he just let her sleep. He drag the sheets that draped on her waist to protect her back from the cold air conditioning.
He waited and failed because he fell asleep on her warm embrace. He never remembered someone gave him this kind of warm that lulled him to his sleep.
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Y/N was stirred on her sleep when she felt a cold breeze on her back. She furrowed her eyebrows when she felt so cold at her back but her front body was warm. She noticed that she was hugging her huge pillow.
Huge pillow?
She touches her pillow, trying to identify it while still closing her eyes but suddenly her “pillow” took a deep breath.
Her eyes was shot opened and she supported her body using her palms to check what’s underneath her. She couldn’t speak for a second she saw Sicheng, her soulmate, the one who was ignoring her existence since day one, was peacefully and oh god so handsomely sleeping beneath her.
Sicheng on the other hand was stirred on his sleep, sensing that someone was looking at him. He opened his eyes and he was greeted by Y/N’s shocked face closed to him. On a cue, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Sicheng was fast to close his eyes and a hand blocked his ears while his other hand was still wrapped around her waist, supporting her when he suddenly sat up.
It was when she felt the sheets fell from her waist down to her butt and his eyes glanced for a second on her chest when she became aware that she was only on her panties. Her front was bare and clear for him to see but Sicheng only look at her eyes.
The situation didn’t get any better when the door suddenly opened, revealing Taeyong, with the whole 127 boys, on their way to have their breakfast and was about to wake up Sicheng to drag it from his bed, assuming that he was still asleep, just something to annoy him, but he’s not.
Sicheng was fast and nobody saw anything and they couldn’t process at first when he grab her to his chest and protect her “dignity” from the nine boys. He turned his back from the door and his back was the only thing displayed on their eyes. Sicheng grab the sheets and covered her lower body, avoiding the non existent distance of their chest.
“GET OUT!” and the boys was scrambling out of the door, shutting it closed and all the two of them heard was the running footsteps away from Sicheng’s room.
“AHHH!” She screamed and pushed him away, dragging the sheets on her waist up to her chest. Y/N was now crying her eyes out. She didn’t know what to feel. So exposed? Taken for granted?
“Stop crying, ugh.” Sicheng got out of his bed and stretched his body. Her weight might be light but still his body didn’t got used to it. He let her cried, waiting for her to calm herself down.
“Why am I n-naked? At your b-bed?” She asked between her sobs. She was looking at his naked back, stretching, his back muscles flexing, but that was not the case for now.
“We had sex. You ride me.” Sicheng said on a monotone voice, like he was asked to what’s his name. She couldn’t believe on what she heard.
“W-we h-had?” Her lips were trembling. She couldn’t speak properly. How could she let her first time be with someone she didn’t love and worst, she couldn’t remember what happened. She planned all along that her first time is for someone whom she will love, marry and on her honeymoon. Basically, for Sicheng because he was her soulmate but they barely knew each other! They barely talked, never been in a date, or have feelings with each other and yet he already got did the home run.
“What’s that?” She asked, already felt down. Sicheng looked at her, he didn’t know what she was talking about. She was still crying and was afraid to hear anything about last night but still she asked him. It was her first time for crying out loud of course she will ask him, no matter how embarrassing it was.
“What’s what?”
“ Ride. What’s ‘ride you’ supposed to mean?” Her face was red, eyebrows furrowed to glare at him, lips pouting but her innocent question is what made him laugh.
Sicheng never laughed like this for a long time and to her perspective, it was strange to see him laughing, especially on their situation.
“Get up. Let’s have something to eat first and then we will get the key to unlock your room.” When Sicheng finished putting on a shirt, he grab a pair of white shirt and one of his boxer shorts, he helped her put it on after she found her bra hanging on his bedside lamp.
“When will you stop crying huh?” Sicheng was getting annoyed at her. He was dealing with her crying for the past 6 hours.
“What would you expect from me? Celebrating? After you took my virginity.” She sobbed after she put the shirt on with his help. Their gesture seems so natural for both of them and they even didn’t noticed that they are in sync.
“I was just lying, stop crying ok?” He saw how relieved she is but still looking at him suspiciously.
“Are you sure there’s no baby in my stomach?” She asked like a child that made Sicheng almost smile.
“There’s none. Let’s go. I’m hungry. You have a HUGE debt from making me suffer.”
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The dining table was quite that only the utensils can be heard. The 127 couldn’t look at the soulmates, after they saw earlier.
“Why are you all suddenly so quiet like an innocent lamb?” Ten asked looking at Doyoung who was focused on his plate like he was inside the operation room and Jaehyun who’s ears were so red.
“We walked in Sicheng and Y/N having sex.” Haechan may be shy but it didn’t stopped his honest mouth to say what he saw, earning curses and choking reactions from the table.
“WE ARE NOT. WE DID’T DO THAT. NO. YOU TOOK IN ON A WRONG WAY.” Y/N was immediately on her feet to defend the two of them while Sicheng was quiet and peacefully eating his food.
“You’re not allowed to drink from now on.” Sicheng said, and they all looked at him.
“Who are you to say that?” She was annoyed on how he dictates her life as if he owned her.
“I am the one who didn’t left you to sleep outside your door and cleaned your mess. If you tried to drink again and got drunk, you’ll be straight up in my room.” Sicheng assumed that if he let her dink again and let her sleep to their room, she will start removing her clothes.
“You’re so mean.” She whispered and the boys couldn’t help but to smile.
Finally! The two of them are starting to talk to each other even if it’s basically bickering.
Love you, love you, you’re so wonderful, so unparalleled
The whole world love you, love you
Happy birthday to the most precious baby I can’t wait for you to come back home to us. We miss you dearly, your beautiful smile, bubbly personality, kind heart and everything that makes you so special.
