Bodo This Was Intenseeee

codename: monster (M)

pairing: jeno (nct) + you (reader)

summary: your life is nothing short of idyllic. you have a perfect house, a beautiful daughter and a loving husband. there’s just one rule - never ask Jeno what he does for a living…

warnings: mild language; recurring dialogue related to pregnancy and baby making; explicit sexual content

a/n: this is part of my villain series beast mode, but can be read separately as a standalone oneshot; check my masterlist for other parts; happy reading!

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soup!

mark lee x reader, super fluffy bc this is my literal bf and he makes me want to cry 25/8

a/n: mark brainrot has been so bad lately the delusions are getting to me

“where do you wanna go for lunch today?” you asked your boyfriend, who was currently mindlessly scrolling through his phone. 

it was mark’s day off from his tour, leaving you and him to explore chicago on your own. like the lovely significant other you are, you decided to treat mark out for lunch as a way to reward him for all the hard work that he’s been doing.

“uhm,” he thought for a second before letting out an awkward laugh. “i don’t really know what’s around here.”

you thought about taking him somewhere fancy; somewhere where you could proudly treat your boyfriend to expensive ass food (even if it did leave you and your wallet crying by the end of the night) because, to you, mark deserved nothing but the absolute best. thus, you began to search for some of the more famous spots in chicago. a curious hum from your lover quickly interrupted you and caught your attention.

“johnny was talking about this one place he used to go to all the time,” he trailed off, trying to remember the name. “it’s, like, a bakery…?”

“a bakery…” you mumbled to yourself, smiling at the idea. “that would be cute!”

“i think it was called panera…?” mark sat up, ready to call johnny to confirm if his memory was correct. “yeah, i’m pretty sure that’s what it was called.”

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “you want to go to panera?”

mark smiled at the sound of your laughter and turned to look at you. “yeah, i’m down! i want to see what johnny was raving about.”

“it’s not all that fancy though, just a warning,” you replied. not that there was anything wrong with panera, but you wanted to treat mark to something…better than panera.

mark shrugged, moving a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. “i don’t care about that. as long as i get to spend time with you, i can eat anything.”

flushed, you looked away and stood up, pulling mark up with you. “alright! panera it is!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

the two of you stood aside as you browsed the menu together. you hummed nostalgically with a soft smile on your face as you took in the atmosphere.

“you know, i used to come to panera a lot when i was in high school, too,” you told your boyfriend (who was meticulously observing his different options of soup).

at this, mark turned his head to you. “really? that’s dope, i didn’t know that.” the excitement in his voice made you chuckle, finding your boyfriend extremely endearing. “okay, should i get the chicken soup, or the broccoli cheddar? what vibe are we feeling today?”

after a moment, you leaned into his shoulder. “how about the chicken soup? we can share that and i can get us a pizza to share too.”

mark nodded and placed a soft kiss on your head, silently agreeing to your proposal. he let out a sudden gasp, catching you off guard. “woah, wait, you can get your soup in a bread bowl?” he looked at you as if to get your opinion and was only met with a fond smile. he took that as a way of you saying you liked the idea as much as he did. “dude, let’s do that.”

“i’ll order, you can find us a place to sit.” you gently pushed mark, determined to pay for your guys’ meal today.

mark frowned, keeping close to your side. “what? no, no, i can order, you should go sit.”

you placed your hands on mark’s shoulders, stopping him in his place. “let me treat you today, okay? you deserve it.” after mark made no effort to move, you pleaded one more time. “please? let me do this for you.”

although reluctant, mark eventually gave into you. he placed a quick peck on your cheek before turning around to go find a table for you two. “i’m treating us to dessert after this, then.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“oh my god.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the way that mark marveled at the food in front of him. he happily took photos of his bread bowl (and the pizza, but he was more excited about the bread bowl), and insisted on taking cute photos of you despite your constant whining about not being photogenic enough. you also took photos of mark, though he was too focused on the soup to notice that you were. 

mark dipped his spoon into the soup and raised it towards you, urging you to take the first bite (slurp ??). “here, taste it.”

leaning over the table, you hummed happily at the taste of the warm soup. maybe it was because of the cold weather in chicago, but the soup tasted especially good (or, maybe it was because you were eating it with the person you loved the most). “wow, that’s really good!”

mark took a napkin and wiped at a small drop of soup that dripped onto your chin before bringing the spoon to his mouth as well. leaning back in his seat, mark sighed in content, very clearly enjoying the soup. “damn,” he said after a second. “that’s some good soup. i see why you and johnny would come here all the time.”

“i think i only ever got the mac n cheese so, this is pretty new for me too,” you admitted, laughing at the look of disbelief on your boyfriend’s face.

“all those choices and you chose mac n cheese?” he teased you before feeding you another spoonful of soup.

“hey, the mac n cheese is really good, okay? and i was, like, sixteen.” you pouted at him.

“yeah, sixteen and clearly missing out on some good soup.” mark laughed at you, wincing after you gently kicked him under the table. “maybe we’ll have to come back sometime so you can treat me to this famous mac n cheese.”

smiling and reaching over to gently poke at his free hand, you agreed. “i think panera dates should be our thing whenever we come to the u.s., hm?”

mark shrugged. “that would be cool. i would eat anywhere with you, you know.” he took your hand in his and played with your fingers as he stared fondly at you.

you scrunched up your nose, feigning disgust. “you’re so corny.” mark only let out a soft chuckle and squeezed your hand that was still held in his.

“thanks for lunch today. you didn’t have to do that,” he thanked you softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“i wanted to treat you out today. you’ve been working really hard, it’s the least that i could do,” you confessed to him. “you’re doing great, you know? i don’t think i tell you that enough.”

dipping his head down, mark let out small noises of embarrassment. “don’t say things like that, you’re gonna make me blush.” he tried to fight the smile that was slowly growing on his face, but it was no use. “thank you, y/n. i love you.”

you pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, your heart swelling at his words. “i love you too. now let’s fuck up this food!”

“Some things go too deep to be forgotten.”

— John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga

478 drabble where they’re just starting out in their relationship and y/n figures that jungkook is a silent lover so when she needs help or something, she doesn’t come to jungkook for it and then jungkook finds out and is a little hurt by it ☹️

478: drabble

alternatively, you don’t call jungkook for help because you don’t think he would </3

[ 478 drabbles ]

8:07 PM

That looks good. Text me when you get home.

Jungkook types out simply when you send him a picture of your dessert from the dinner you’re in with your cousin, leaning back on his couch before closing his phone to resume watching his show.

It’s an abrupt end to your dinner, really. You haven’t laughed this hard with a relative outside of your immediate family for a long time — but it’s just too bad that your cousin was called for an emergency at work. She’s paid for the bill already even before you could argue that you’d handle it. There’s just two teeny-tiny problems from your cousin’s sudden exit.

She’s also your ride home, and the heavy rain that’s pouring outside the restaurant is enough to make its heavy glass doors howl from the wind alone.

It’s scary now that you think about it. You can barely see out even through the large window panes, and speaking of the window panes, they’re trembling from how hard the rain is going.

“Do you need help closing the roll-ups?” you pipe in (read: half-yell through the noise) when you see the owner of the restaurant you’ve become acquainted with for all the times you’ve eaten here, his face filled with worry because the once-locked doors already busted open with the wind.

The entirety of the staff is preoccupied with closing windows and rearranging tables, taking more precautions now that there’s still patrons in the building and almost half of them are alarmed with everything going on.

“Yes, please. But if you want to help-“ he looks apologetic, heart hurting at the thought of inconvencing one of his regulars that just happens to have a good heart. “Someone needs to go outside to bring down the roll-up, and crouch back to go inside when it’s halfway down. I-I can’t — my back’s too bad for me to do that.”

You’re not so keen at the thought that a flying piece of roof could deck you the moment you come outside to help bring down the metal roll-up, but if it means making the restaurant (your place of refuge for the time-being because you can’t go home at this state) a little more secure, then so be it.

“It’s no problem. I’ll be quick,” you assure the owner, tugging the sleeves of your sweater back down as if the few inches of fabric would protect you from the harsh rain. You count to three before going outside, much to the relief of the other patrons because the wind wouldn’t come in as much, and much to worry of the owner because he really thinks you’d be taken away by the wind.

8:43 PM

Your cousin drove you home, right?

The rain doesn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow at his phone, weirded out that you haven’t read his messages yet. There’s still clearly service because his texts went through, but even after almost an hour, he still hasn’t heard from you.

The restaurant’s supposed to be close to your apartment. It should only be a thirty-minute drive, could even be cut to fifteen because he rereads your previous (and many) texts of the day that your cousin drives barbarically fast.

It’s okay.

You’re probably okay.

You like texting him. You’ve probably already reached home and you’re just taking a shower.

9:30 PM

Y/N

Where are you?

Are you okay?

“Here. Eat more,” the owner coaxes you as he sets down another plate of dumplings for you to eat, practically hand-feeding you at this point because you keep insisting with a chuckle that it’s not necessary. “You risked your life out there.”

“I only closed your roll-up.”

“Yes. Still a hero,” he nods fervently, handing you iced tea this time and doesn’t stop shaking his head until you take a sip. “It looks like the rain’s gonna pass soon. Do you have a car?” he asks, making you chew faster in order to reply.

“Nope,” you shake your head, jolting a few centimeters into the air when it feels as if the thunder outside rang directly beside your eardrums.

“Do you have someone to pick you up then? Ah, didn’t you mention you have a boyfriend now? Booking a ride tonight would be impossible.”

“No, I don’t think my boyfriend would pick me up,” you mutter, recalling that Jungkook’s probably asleep right now. You’ve only been a couple for a month but you know what and what not to expect. It doesn’t hurt you particularly — it’s just that Jungkook is Jungkook.

He cares about you. He’s not that verbal nor touchy with it, but you know he cares about you. You’re just not sure if he’d brave a flood right now to pick you up, but it’s okay.

Love takes time.

10:01 PM

Please pick up my calls

Are you safe? Where are you?

Y/N please let me know where you are

“My phone won’t turn on,” you tut in exasperation, belatedly realizing that it’s been soaked already in your pocket for the ten seconds you’ve been outside. “I need to put this in rice when I get home.”

The owner frowns, still guilty that you’ve got it from helping him, but before he apologizes again, you cut him off with a smile.

“Do you have a landline?” you sheepishly ask. “I might need to call a friend. I’m about seventy percent sure he’ll drive me home.”

10:30 PM

Y/N where are you???

I’ve been calling you for the past hour

Are you home? Do you just have no service??? Is the power out???

Are you at the restaurant?? Are you with your cousin??

Where are you?

47 missed calls from Jungkook.

6:21 AM

I hope you’re home.

I’m coming over

The walls of your apartment shake.

You were pretty sure the typhoon’s already moved past your city last night and there were only semi-heavy rains left in its wake, but when you blearily look at your alarm clock (and not your phone because it’s dunked in rice), the walls of your apartment still continue to shake.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming! Who are-…” you stumble to the door in a hurry without even looking at the peephole, eyes still half-closed but slowly blinking awake when you see who’s in front of you.

“Jungkook?” you mumble, head tilting in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he repeats, his whole physique looking disheveled because he literally could not sleep the whole night from worrying about you. “Where were you? Were you here the whole time? I thought you were hurt,” he mumbles the last word, eyebrows still furrowed.

“I came home at what, 12 in the morning? I didn’t have a ride home when I last texted you at 8 because my cousin had to leave for a work emergency,” you recall, wincing in recollection because your body’s still heavy from the fatigue.

“What? But you don’t have a car. It was flooding last night,” he gulps, mouth still parted in worry even if he can see you right now in one piece. “How in the hell did you come home?”

“I called Yoongi.”

You shrug as you let your boyfriend know, the moment suddenly becoming tense because you realize now that you haven’t even invited him inside.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Jungkook looks hurt, seeing more emotion now than you’ve ever seen him from the whole month you’ve been together. It makes you falter, the guilt rising to your throat.

“I didn’t know if you would answer.”

Jungkook mentally staggers at that, heart dipping in hurt.

He bites his upper lip in worry, deep into his thoughts that it’s his fault that you’ve started to doubt if he would even show up when you need help.

“Of course I would answer,” he mumbles, taking you into a deep embrace that you freeze into before you melt into his tight hold. “It’s you. I’ll always answer if it’s you.”

love in la

johnny x female reader fluff

synopsis: nct 127 is on tour in la and you unexpectedly meet johnny 3 times.

pic creds to the name in the picture

monday

you walked into lax breathing in the california air, “it’s good to be back right?” your mom asks you. “It really is, there’s only so many deep dishes one can eat in chicago. I think I ate one each day”.

Your mom giggled, “you did”

You laughed and walked towards baggage claim, “why is it so packed over there?”

You pointed out to your mom a bunch of people coming into your eye view.

“Well it is lax, maybe a celebrity”

“True”

You make your way to get your bags and somehow get lost to a crowd of people. There was shoving and yelling and you were very confused. Suddenly the crowd screams, you turn around and see a group of guys guarded by other guys walking towards your area.

Different names were being yelled but you caught the names Mark, Haechan, Taeil, Doyoung, and Johnny. You glanced at a sign of a girl in the crowd and read it. “We Love Nct 127”.

Oh! I did an article on them before

As a journalist you usually wrote on different topics but the main topic was music. You had written about how nct 127 managed to grow their fanbase out to the US two years ago.

You turned around to tell ur mom and could barely find her in the crowd, “let’s go this way instead”

You gently grabbed her arm so she couldn’t be lost in the crowd and you eventually found your way to a less crowded area behind a long curtain covering the other side.

You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see a security guard“Excuse me you can’t be here. An artist is coming and can’t risk any fans being-”

“Sorry but I’m just trying to get my bags I was on a flight”

“Oh you’re in the wrong spot, it’s over there”

“Oh well thank you, but I can barely see where I’m going there’s so many people here and for me to go back through that crowd-”

“Okay hold on” he inturruped “just stay here and give me your info and I’ll have someone bring your bags here.”

“Thank you sir” your mom said. You thanked him also. He gave you paper to right your info on. “We’ll try to get these quickly so you can leave before the artist gets here” He leaves to relay your information.

You turned to your mom, “I did an article on these boys, they’re a kpop group”

“Oh well that makes a lot of sense”

You hear footsteps approaching and look that way to see 9 men walk infront of you. They didn’t noticed you or your mom since they were talking to each other in korean.

The security guard from earlier came back and noticed they arrived, he gestured for the both of you to leave immediately, not wanting to cause a scene.

You stand up and grab your purse until you hear a man speak to you, “nice shoes”

You look at him, “oh thank you! sorry we’re in here we got lost with all these people and we’re waiting for our suitcase but we’re leaving now”

The man nodded his head, “i just figured you were our new manager” he chuckles.

You laughed at his sarcasm and then looked back at your mom “ready?”

“You don’t have to leave, you’re not bothering us seriously, you can wait til your bags come”

“We don’t want to get in your way”

“We’ll be fine” He smiled and then turned back to his friends to say something in korean.

You thanked him and sat back and just decided to take his word for it.

“Well he’s handsome” your mom said to you.

“Yeah they all are”

“Excuse me!” The security guard came to where you guys are, “Didn’t I tell you to leave?” He turned towards the boys, “I’m so sorry these people aren’t leaving I’ll call backup to escort-”

“No it’s okay, there will be no escorting” The boy who talked to you earlier says, “let them be, I told them they could stay.”

The security guard nodded and walked away, “Thanks” You said to him.

He shook his head, “are you home or visiting”

“I’m home, we’re home”

He looked at your mom and said hello, “well I’m Johnny, I’m sort of a big deal if you can’t tell”

You giggle at his joke and then debate to tell him about your article.

“I’m y/n, and this is my mom y/m/n” By this time all of the boys where looking in your direction. They waved.

“Where are you coming from?”

“Chicago”

Another member gasped and then laughed.

“I’m from there!”

“Really?”

“Yeah did you like it?”

“I did actually I was just joking with my mom that I might’ve had too many deep dish pizzas”

Johnny laughed at pointed at one of his friends, “Mark over here can relate”

“Now I want one” Mark added.

The security guard came back with luggage, “here’s your bags ladies”

You stood up along with your mom and collected the bags, “thank you”

You turned to the boys, “well nice meeting you”

“Nice meeting you too” Johnny gave you a smile and shook your hand.

The rest waved at you and your mom as they watched you guys leave the area.

Johnny soon felt a light jab in his side, “Johnny why wouldn’t you ask for her number, and don’t lie to me you were being a bit too friendly” Jaehyun said in Korean while elbowing Johnny.

“I was nervous”

“Jaehyuns right that could’ve been your God sent soulmate and you just ruined it” Mark added.

“If she’s my God sent soulmate I’ll see her again”

Yuta sighed.

“If we see her again it’s my turn” Taeyong said laughing.

tuesday

“Happy birthday!”

You hug your mom and hand her a card.

She goes to open it and two tickets fall out, she read it with anticipation, “The Jennifer Hudson Show!”

“Suprise!” You hugged your mom!

Jennifer Hudson is your moms favorite singer. When you found out she was coming out with her own talk show you were quick to get a ticket on your moms birthday.

*********************

You got to the studio and there were already a lot of people in line, mostly young girls. You immediately notice the merch they had on.

“No way”

“What?” Your mom asked

“One second” You tapped the shoulder of the girl infront of you, “excuse me is nct 127 here today?”

“Yes”, she said excitedly.

“Oh that’s nice” You laugh quietly to yourself and relay it to your mother.

“Well that’s a coincidence” She giggled.

*********************

“Please Welcome NCT 127!” Jennifer said and the crowd cheered.

You and your mom watched nct 127 perform. “Wow they’re good” You said.

After the performance Jennifer had nct introduce themselves and speak about their album. Johnny spoke the most and you found yourself liking the way he carries himself.

*********************

After the show your mom was smiling from ear to ear but she didn’t know what else you had planned for her. Your friend who worked at this studio helped you get the tickets and also arranged for your mom to meet and take a picture with Jennifer!

“Wait we’re not going home right yet”

“What do you mean?”

“Wait here for a second”

Soon your friend came out and said hi to you both, “Follow me”

Your mom and you both followed her leading you to the backstage area and you glanced at the all rooms. You instantly saw nct 127 taking a picture and made eye contact with Mark but you kept walking.

Mark recognized you and hit Johnnys arm.

“Dude you have got to stop hitting me”

“No, Johnny that’s y/n. From the airport.”

“Oh please Mark i’m not falling for that”

“Johnny it was her why would I lie about that”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Finish taking the picture then you can show me her”

“Is mark hallucinating?” Doyoung asked while laughing.

“I’m not”

Meanwhile you were already watching your mom have an entire conversation with Jennifer about how she rooted for her since she was at the start of her career and listens to all her songs.

“Thank you! You have a very sweet daughter planning this for you”

Your mom looked back at you, “I know”

They talked a bit more and took a picture with each other. You thanked your friend and an idea popped into her head, “wanna act like we have our own talk show?” She questioned.

“You haven’t changed a bit have you” You giggle.

Both of you walk on the sound stage and sit on the couches. You tell all the empty chairs, “welcome to the y/n show”

At the same time Mark is dragging Johnny around trying to find you, but instead he sees your mom.

“See look Johnny is that not her mom”

Johnny almost immediately says no until he looks closely, “oh wait it is”

“Told you”

They then hear two girls laughing and talking on the sound stage, they give each other a look.

“You know what’s crazy”

“What” your friend asked you.

“Yesterday I met nct 127, and now they’re here”

“What! Where?”

“At the airport and Johnny was speaking to me and everything it’s a long story”

“Do you think they’ll remember you”

“I mean yes but I don’t think they’d actually care” You laughed.

“Next Mission: go to nct 127”

She grabbed your arm to get you off the couch, but let go when she heard footsteps approach the stage.

It was Mark and Johnny.

“Y/n?”

“Hi!” You fixed your hair a bit

“Do you work here or are you stalking me”

You laugh “neither” you pointed to your friend, “she works here though and she got me tickets it’s my moms birthday and she likes jennifer hudson so i surprised her i didn’t know you guys were going to be here isn’t that ironic” you said a bit too fast to the point where it seemed like you were lying.

“Yeah it is ironic. Happy birthday to your mom” He said.

“Happy birthday. Johnny didn’t believe me when I said I saw you”

“Oh I saw you too but you guys looked busy”

“Nah” Mark said.

Your phone started to ring, “it’s my mom”

“Honey don’t forget we have reservations”

“You’re right I’m coming” You turned to your friend, Mark, and Johnny.

“Got her a spot at this fancy restaurant for lunch, don’t want to lose it”

Your friend hugged you, “stop by again”

“Thank you so much” you hugged back.

You waved at Johnny and Mark before leaving the three of them on the sound stage.

*********************

“I actually can’t believe you managed to do that again.” Mark was slightly annoyed with Johnny for missing his chance a second time.

“She was in a rush I don’t know what you wanted me to say”

“You know what Johnny” Haechan said, “you have this persona of being the guy who gets what he likes but when you see a girl you actually like not once but twice you become nervous”

“Yeah!” Mark agreed, “that’s supposed to be my thing!”

The guys laughed in the group bus.

“If we see her again i promise I’ll say something”

“And how is that gonna happen.”

“If she’s my God sent soulmate it’ll happen.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it” Jungwoo says.

thursday

You were at work writing for your column when your boss walked up to your station.

“Clear your plans for today” He says.

“You know I have no plans”

He laughs, “Good, cause we have an assignment for you”

“I’m listening”

“Teen Vogue wants an article on the group Nct 127, ever heard of them?”

You close your eyes and nod slowly

God what are you trying to tell me?

“Yeah I know them, I’ve done an article for them before”

“Good! So you’re familiar. They want it to be centered around their concert today so you’ll be going. Before you leave come pick up the backstage pass and tickets, they want a short interview as well”

“No way”

“What? Are you a fan?”

“No it’s just…nothing” You laughed to yourself, “How many tickets?”

“Two”

“Got it”

*********************

You called your friend from the Jennifer Hudson show while driving home, “hi y/n”

“Clear your plans for the day”

“Why?”

“You wouldn’t believe it”

“Lemme guess”

“Okay”

“Something to do with Nct 127”

“Yup you guessed right, is this not crazy? Or is it just me.”

“Maybe it’s not. It’s fate”

“Lol, I’m interviewing them after their concert and I have an extra ticket. Wanna come?”

“Girl why not”

“That’s the spirit! I’ll text you the details”

“Okay see you!”

Once you got home you called your mom and told her.

“Okay at this point you guys should exchange numbers”

“I’d be fired if i asked that, He’d have to ask me”

“Maybe he’s your God-sent soulmate”

“Mhm sure”

*********************

“NCT! NCT! NCT! NCT!”

The crowd was yelling their name for an encore. Including the two of you.

“Do you think that’s it?” She asked.

“It can’t be”

Soon the came out and everyone cheered, they were in their tour merch.

They all spoke and sang one last song

*********************

“They must be so tired and now they have to do an interview”

“At least it’s you you’ll probably wake them up”

“Funny”

A lady came out and walked towards you “they’re ready”

“Okay thank you” you turned to your friend, “see you later”

You walked into the room and the first person you made eye contact with was Johnny.

He stood up, “Okay now you’re stalking us”

“I’m not I promise” you showed your pass, “I’m here with teen vogue”

“You’re a journalist?” Mark asked.

“ That i am”

“I’m joking but that’s just crazy” Johnny sat back down and noticed some of the members laughing.

Jaehyun got up to hug you, “Hi I didn’t get to introduce myself before I’m Jaehyun”

“Nice to meet you” You hugged back.

He smirked at Johnny when he turned back around to sit.

“Well I’m johnny but you already know that”

“Really? I don’t think we’ve met”

They all laughed.

“Your performance was amazing,” you turned to Taeil. “Your voice is incredible. Do you have any special teas or sprays that keep your voice intact”

You got straight into the questions, keeping them engaged while already planning your next question.

Once you finished the last question you got up from your seat. “That’s a wrap thank you guys”

Mark practically pushed Johnny out of his chair, “go”

“Um- y/n before you go, i have a question for you”

“Yeah?”

He walked over to you “Um. I like your bracelet”

“You do?” You lifted your wrist to show him the bracelet more clearly. It was one of those makeshift friendship bracelets but the word believe was written on it in beads.

“That’s not a question” you said to him.

“Yeah”, he played with the beads on your bracelet and you realized he was nervous.

“Since we’ve already seen each other so often this week, maybe we should like keep in contact or something” Johnny said extremely fast but you still heard what he said.

Taeyong squealed and haechan hit him on the arm “shh”

“Yeah I agree”

You smiled and he took his phone out of his pocket with one hand while still mindlessly playing with your bracket with his other hand. He unlocked it and handed it to you. You decided to use your free hand as well so he could continue with the bracelet thing. The quietness was loud.

“Here you go” you said handing his phone back. You pulled your hand from his hold and removed your bracelet. You gently grabbed his wrist and put it on on his.

“Keep it”

He had nothing to give you at the moment so he leaned in and kissed your cheek.

Now it was time for the rest of the members to squeal

Johnny cringed, “sorry about them”

You laughed, “keep an eye out for the article okay?”

He nodded and watched you leave the room.

“I TOLD YOU! GOD SENT SOULMATE” Mark said a bit too loud

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After explaining every single thing that happened to your friend in the car on the way home with your mom on speaker, you received a text.

“Can you read it for me” you asked your friend.

“Aww! It’s says have a good night y/n - Johnny”

“Y/f/n, now google how to do long distance”

She laughed, “or you both can just runaway together”

“His fans would find us for sure”

“Wait let’s find his instagram”

“No i’m not ready”

“AHH”

“What? Don’t scream when i’m driving”

“Sorry but he posted the bracelet on his story”

“Really?”

“Yes please invite me to the wedding”

You laughed, “what an interesting week it has been”

hope you guys enjoyed this might be one of my favorite stories i’ve ever written! pls comment with ur thoughts

taglist: @amessofthings @wooahaeuji

gimme gimme!

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. FLUFF! established relationship

warnings. implications to sex towards the end, haechan being so fucking >_< in this one (do y’all understand??)

note. again,, inspired by this tiktok SOMEONE HELP ME FROM MY IMAGINATION AND THOUGHTS BC THIS W HAECHAN ????

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haechan is home with you, but not really for a good reason. he’s exempt from his schedules due to health reasons so he’s instructed to stay home and get some well needed rest. but you’re glad that he’s with you and under your watch.

both of you are on your couch, your back against the arm rest and your legs thrown over haechan’s lap as he’s watching a youtube video on the tv. his arm is slung behind you resting on the couch as his other arm is resting on your thighs, occasionally giving your thigh a squeeze with his hand. you’re on your tablet reading a book you’ve been excited to read that a friend had recommended to you.

this is what your days have consisted of, just you two in your apartment. either glued on the couch snuggled together or talking about anything in your kitchen and laughing or in your bed getting lost in each others warmth. of course, you do leave the house in the morning for classes and come back before dinner, haechan awaiting upon your arrival at the entrance of your front door with open arms and his bright smile.

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deluxe version — jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, a dash of angst

warnings: cursing (just one word)

word count: 963

summary: in which you and wonwoo spend some alone time together

a/n: i just wanna hold wonwoo and tell him how much he means to me, yk??

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“Don’t ever write a cypher about me, I’ll cry.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s part 2 to “I’m not walking out on you” in which Yoongi and reader/Kid get into a pretty major fight. This takes place that same night and the next day. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Sleep doesn’t come too easy for those with the weight of two aching hearts inside their chest. The throbbing of your own heart, you could handle. But knowing you were the cause of your lover’s pain sat heavy in your mind. The look of regret, hurt, defeat that was etched across Yoongi’s features was impossible to shake, hovering over you like a sleep paralysis demon of your own creation.

Your tears had stopped since you shut yourself away in your bedroom, but the regret was all the more deep and unsettling. At the sound of the washing machine beeping on the other side of the door, you rolled onto your side, facing the wooden barrier that kept you from Yoongi. You were so sick of walls, but it was all that you knew.

Lifting yourself from the mattress, you began tiptoeing across the room to move the bedding to the dryer. You couldn’t sleep anyway. However, when you carefully pulled the door open, not wanting to alert your boyfriend of your activity, you were stopped in your tracks, the air leaving your lungs as you remained completely still. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, you watched as Yoongi transferred the sheets from the washing machine to the dryer.

He didn’t hear the door open, appearing oblivious to your presence. And perhaps that was why he wasn’t more careful in concealing the sniffle that sounded in the hallway, the small fragile sound stabbing your heart. When he raised his arm to his face, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe across his cheek, there was no mistaking the emotional state of the man. Yoongi was crying, and it was your fault.

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CUTE MOMENTS WITH BOYFRIEND!HAECHAN !

LATE-NIGHT CALLS. donghyuck moves his body to face the wall as he waits for you to answer the call. the bed in his hotel room in tokyo isn't as comfortable as the one he shares with you and his pillow doesn't have your perfume on it. it's been difficult days since he left to perform the japan concerts that are part of the new nct 127 tour. he crosses out in his mind the days that are missing to feel you in his arms again. “hello, hyuck,” your voice sounds sleepy and for a moment he thinks he's interrupted your sleep. “hello, love. did i wake you up?” he asks softly. on the other end of the line is you, just woken up abruptly by the sound of an incoming call. indeed, he woke you up. however, something inside you limits you and you prefer to innocently lie. “no, honey, you haven't. how about japan, the concert?” a smile spreads across donghyuck's face, he has missed performing in front of his fans. the only thing that makes him happier than that is you. he starts to tell you about his last days and the adrenaline rush that seems to never go away every time he gets on stage. you listen carefully, this life's meant to be his. “i wish you were here with me, though,” the sound of his voice trails off as he blurts put those words. he got used to spending his days by your side and, now that he's miles away from you, he feels somewhat disoriented. “i miss you too, love, but, hey! aren't you enjoying meeting new fans and your time with the boys?” he mutters an almost inaudible yes, he doesn't trust his voice. “then it's worth it, hyuck. tell me more, please.” after taking a deep breath, he manages to swallow the lump that formed in his throat and continues recounting his adventures and moments of enjoyment. he misses you deeply, but he knows you'll be waiting for him with open arms as soon as he walks through the front door again. in his imagination, his fingers entwined with yours lie quietly on the soft sheets as your bodies come face to face. he loves you, and he'll continue his countdown to see and kiss you again.

DOING LAUNDRY TOGETHER. “and then he ate it. he looked at me in the eye and ate it,” donghyuck indignantly recounts how jungwoo ate the last piece of the lunch the group shared while pulling clothes out of the washing machine. “he was probably hungry, hyuck,” you say as you take the clothes in your hands and drop them in one of the baskets. “no, (y/n), he ate his entire plate and then he ate mine. and his plate had double– no! triple what mine had,” you let out a soft chuckle as you walk over to his side and take his face between your hands to plant a delicate kiss on his addictive lips. “you always eat his food, hyuck, let him eat yours,” you say as you kiss him again. “hey! it's no fun if you side with him,” you laugh and his hands travel to your sides to start ticking you. the room is flooded with laughter and screams in seconds and the clothes are forgotten on one side. “are you on his side? does my beautiful girlfriend take someone else's side?” he asks as he continues to tickle your body. “no–” laugh, “it's ju-it's just–” laugh, “s-stop–” laugh. donghyuck ignores your words and continues his attack until his fingers start to ache slightly. your body is lying on the floor and it doesn't take long for him to lie down next to you, but not before leaving a quick kiss on your lips. you move until your head finds his warm chest and he gently kisses it. “i can cook something if you're hungry,” you offer. “let's cook together, love,” your boyfriend replies, “but let me kiss you some more first,” he says as he lifts your face to press his lips against yours. doing laundry can be really fun, donghyuck thinks as he continues to kiss you deeply.

WHEN YOU MAKE THE BEST USE OF SMALL PLACES. “hyuck, i don't fit in there,” you say in an obvious tone. it's been hours since your boyfriend sat in front of his computer and he hasn't paid attention to you ever since. you tried to get some college work done and it was very much productive for the first few hours until you started to miss his touch. you didn't want to bother him since you knew how important it was for him to be focus on his hours of play, but it was inevitable for you to touch his shoulder as soon as you began to get impatient. “yes, you do fit in here, baby, just come.” you boyfriend's best offer was to sit on his lap after you've confessed how much you missed him, however, the chair he's sitting on isn't roomy enough for both of you. “hyuck,” you say complainingly. “wait,” he settles back well into the backrest and grabs you by the waist to position you between his legs, your feet touching the chair. “here we go. wasn't that hard, was it, love?” he asks mockingly. you adjust better so that your head's resting on his chest and his hands press his grip around you tighter, pulling you fully into his body. after a few minutes, you fall into a deep sleep with your fingers firmly gripping his hoodie. “sweet dreams, baby, i love you,” donghyuck says as he places a kiss on the top of your head and continues his game.

ENJOYING THE SILENCE TOGETHER. a heavy rain interrupted the afternoon you had prepared for donghyuck on his day off. you'd go on a picnic in front of the han river, enjoy a nice walk holding hands, and then go home to sleep cuddling all night. it wasn't something very extravagant or big but it had been prepared with a lot of love. the tears that formed in your eyes melted your boyfriend's heart with sadness, he knew you had been waiting for this day for weeks now and suddenly everything was spoiled by the unexpected rain. in an attempt to calm you down, he offered you a quick nap. one hour turned into two, two into three and three into five. by the time you both wake up, the rain had stopped and gray clouds were creeping into the sky. you decided to stay home because it was cold and neither of you wanted the other to get sick. after a couple of kisses, silence inevitably came. while reading your book, donghyuck watches a new drama on his phone. you don't exchange a word but you feel inexplicably comfortable. your legs on his are the only connection needed, aside from your souls. you look at him, you can't believe how lucky you are to have him in your life. he looks at you, he knows that he'll marry you one day.

LATE-NIGHT WALKS HAND BY HAND. night had slowly fallen into seoul. after a date full of love and tenderness to which donghyuck took you with the excuse of celebrating you for being you, you decided to walk under the moonlight enjoying the warm wind and each other's company. the moon you stared at last night as you talked about a dreamy future together is the same one that tonight finds you smiling at each other as you confess your love through whispers and kisses as soft as a feather. there are times when donghyuck feels like he doesn't value you like you deserve, that he doesn't spend enough time with you even though tries, that he doesn't take you out on dates often, that he doesn't kiss you like you deserve to be kissed. you don't complain, though. you know that his hectic schedule sometimes doesn't allow him to be by your side all day, but the fact that he lives the life he has dreamed of comforts you in its entirety. “i love you,” he says as he holds your face in his hands. he leaves a kiss on your forehead, one on each side of your cheeks, one on your nose. then he directs them to your neck until they finally land on your lips. “i love you so much,” he repeats. “my heart has ceased to belong to me since the day i started loving you,” he confesses between kisses. “it's yours, i'm yours,” he whispers with tears in his eyes. he loves you so much it hurts. “i love you, hyuck, i'll love you forever,” you reply, looking into his eyes. “all that i promised you last night will come true, love, i promise,” he says. the moon that keeps each night talk is the same one that witnesses such act of love in its purest expression, and the same one that knows that all the promises he had made to you are patiently waiting to be fulfilled. and the moon knows he will.