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nobodyeverasked · 2 years

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roses among thorns; osaki shotaro, jung sungchan

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summary ➣ A promise made between three lifelong best friends is broken as Y/N is held back from debuting with Shotaro and Sungchan as members of NCT 2020. However, Shotaro and Sungchan’s wishes to see Y/N again were answered as he returns to them, one way or another.

genre ➣ fluff (+ a little angst)

requested - 👍

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The music immediately died down the moment Shotaro yanked the speaker’s cables from his phone, the hum of the stereo barely keeping itself afloat amongst the heavy breathing of the three young men circling restlessly in the room. They slipped on the ashes of their sleepless night with every other step, and they looked at each other with breathless mouths hung open, heavied shoulders, empty chests, and legs that would collapse under all of them if they managed to scrounge up any of the air around them that practically singed their trembling hands.

Y/N, Shotaro, and Sungchan, a rag-tag batch of trainees set to debut and join NCT’s roster in their upcoming group project, NCT 2020, were scrambling to remember the choreography for their upcoming evaluation. The day they’d finally be able to see more than the smudged mirrors ahead of them and the scars their sneakers left on this damned, laminate flooring - or when they’d be allowed to go out, they’d see nothing but the night sky and the faintly lights on the edges of the night markets Sungchan would always drag Y/N and Shotaro to. The three of them always dreamt of it and saw it as something to reach out to.

Now, though, the day they needed to perform in front of managers and administrators and vocal coaches and choreographers threatened to fall right into their hands. They didn’t quite know how to process all of it for a while, that what they dreamed of, the things they’d aspire to and talk about in long-winded monologues to the ceiling while laying on each other's chests, could actually be real.

But here they were, stuffing as many rounds of choreography they could into the hours they had left, scraping up any energy or desperation they could’ve left behind on the way to what they deemed as their ‘special’ practice room. The grains on this floor - that just looked like all the others - seemed to bring them luck. Whether it was Shotaro passing his first dancing evaluation, Sungchan with his rapping and song-writing classes, or Y/N, with all the things he needed to catch up on for being added to the group of trainees rather late.

“I literally don’t even know if we’re dancing well anymore.” Y/N sighed hoarsely, crouching down and watching his fingers fidget with each other with idle eyes. He watched Sungchan excuse himself from the room to fetch them a few water bottles they were too stupid to bring with them.

His downcast gaze didn’t let him notice Shotaro shuffling up to him, then diving into the space he saw between Y/N’s arms, knocking them over with a hug.

“At least we tried, that’s what counts,” Shotaro said with an optimistic tone that almost felt self-mocking. He let himself settle further up on Y/N’s chest, leaving them both sprawled out on the dirty practice room floor. “Because that’s what they’re totally looking for, that we tried.”

Y/N chuckled as they submerged themselves in Shotaro’s sarcasm, and snapped their heads over to Sungchan, who threw the door open with as many water bottles as he could find cradled in his arms. He cast them aside the moment he saw Y/N and Shotaro clung to each other in the middle of the room and ran up to slide next to them. Propping himself up on his arm with a stumble, Sungchan’s free hand fiddled with the drawstrings of Y/N’s hoodie; one that used to be his not too long ago.

“Guys…” Sungchan started, not continuing until he saw both Y/N and Shotaro’s heads roll toward him with their tired eyes. “We’re going to debut, all three of us, so let’s not get defeated, okay?”

Y/N smiled to himself, “don’t worry, Channie, we’re not defeated.” Y/N reached up to pinch at Sungchan’s cheeks, and Sungchan closed the distance with an eye roll. “It’s just that it’s six in the morning; we’ve been up for almost a day…”

“Well, yeah, that too…” Sungchan shrugged, sheepish under the weight of Shotaro’s withered laughter. Despite that, Sungchan’s eyes were still bright and earnest. There was something he still wanted to say, sparks he still wanted to brush off his shoulders to light up the others’ smiles a little bit. “But still, I promise that we’re all gonna debut. I promise.” Sungchan stuck his pinky finger out towards the other two, watching with a determined smile as Y/N and Shotaro fumbled to tie all of their pinkies together.

“I promise too!” Shotaro said, enlivened.

Sungchan and Shotaro both looked over to Y/N, who was busy trying to find a way to tie his fingers up in the knot Shotaro and Sungchan made between their fingers.

“I’ll promise as soon as I can find a way to-”

At the same time, Shotaro and Sungchan opened their hands around Y/N’s and clasped them in the middle, tangling their fingers up in Y/N’s with no room to spare for the pale, lifeless lights that hung over them. It was a knot of warmth, comfort, and soft smiles, with Shotaro burying himself into Y/N’s side, and Sungchan taking up the other, bringing Y/N’s head under his chin.

“Okay,” Y/N chuckled as he felt both of them cuddle closer to him. “Now I promise…”

Shotaro and Sungchan and lingering on the fringes on the set of NCT’s photoshoot for their first-ever project as idols, NCT 2020: Resonance. This was their first time meeting every single member of NCT, not just greetings awkwardly exchanged in tight hallways, or conversations stretched out in empty practice rooms. They were standing side-by-side with people they trained beside and looked up to.

However, the most important one - Y/N - the piece that always found Sungchan and Shotaro when they felt missing, wasn't here yet. If he was, they knew for a fact that they would be the first place he would go. But there were no hugs from behind releasing a squeak from Shotaro’s pressed lips, no fingers sneaking their way into the spaces between Sungchan’s. Even the way the air felt, this hint of sweetness practically plucked out of it with the hours they’ve spent without Y/N by their sides, they knew he wasn’t here. The three of them were together so often, that the gold Y/N laced into every stream of light they walked through was their new normal.

The absence of all that for such a long time - this was the longest they’ve been apart for weeks - it made them feel so uncomfortable. The shapes they fit into in NCT just didn’t feel right without Y/N there with his outline right next to theirs.

Out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a blur of Taeyong’s figure, clad in the light blues of his blazer. A silent message passed between them as they exchanged glances and nods. If they didn’t know the answers, then maybe Taeyong did. Sungchan immediately made his way to Taeyong, meeting him halfway, as Taeyong was already walking up to where Sungchan and Shotaro stood - he wanted to check up on how NCT’s new members were feeling.

Shotaro shuffled up and kept himself close to Sungchan, behind his shoulders the whole time.

“Hey, you guys! How’re you feeling?” Taeyong asked with a welcoming smile. Shotaro and Sungchan seemed to relax almost instantly as Taeyong’s voice wrapped them up in what felt like an embrace.

“We’re feeling okay…” Sungchan trailed off. No amount of comfort could bring Shotaro or Sungchan out of their thoughts, and no amount of friendly smiles could distract them from what’s missing. The weight at Shotaro’s side as they’d always find ways to lean into each other, the teasing shoves to Sungchan’s chest that would get them play-fighting on car rides to their vocal training. They knew Y/N had a thing for being late, but not for a day like this… “But we were just wondering where Y/N is…? He hasn’t shown up yet and we don’t know anything, so we thought you would…?”

Shotaro could already see something waver in Taeyong’s eyes as he hesitated, and it tangled his breath up in his throat. Even with the way Taeyong drew his breath in, sharp and sudden as if he was bracing for the words he had to say. It made this weight drop in their stomachs, they felt the tiles and folds of the green screen under their shoes threaten to swallow them up.

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong’s voice was borderline mournful, his eyes sad, apologetic. He, too, was so excited to see Y/N debut, someone who’s been training alongside him for as long as he could remember, but now Taeyong had nothing of Y/N to remember but the thought of leaving Y/N behind, leaving him to wait with his ambition in his hands, only to see his debut slip past him. He’s seen Y/N grow so much, but only in flashes and brief conversations through practice room door frames as he’d catch Y/N trying to iron out the edges of choreography until early in the morning. “But- uh… He’s not doing the shooting. I thought you guys would know…”

Shotaro and Sungchan could respond with nothing but mouths torn wide open.

They made a promise…

“They held him back, I was only there for the first and last conversations, but they didn’t tell me anything that happened in between. Our Y/N is amazing, though, I know he’ll be here with us in no time.” Taeyong paused with a nod, a sliver of optimism reignited in his eyes. He hoped to give some to the two men in front of him, standing there with fidgeting fingers and lost words. “Don’t sweat it, okay?”

“Okay…” Was all Sungchan could find in himself to muster with his strained smile and slight nods. Taeyong turned around with parting pats on their shoulders before heading off to another group of his members. Sungchan turned around to meet Shotaro’s wary gaze, but Shotaro’s eyes were trained to the notches in the tiles. “He’ll be here soon,” Sungchan murmured, parroting Taeyong to Shotaro, but with the way his words trembled, it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself more than anything.

“He better be…”

Their suspicions caught onto them when Y/N never showed up; bit into them mercilessly, relentlessly as they could feel the emptiness at their sides. It felt like forever before they even heard a brief mention of Y/N’s name from staff in idling conversation. As if they never laughed at his jokes at the end of their schedules or were on the receiving end of all his kindness that left a Y/N-shaped imprint on all the people who were blessed enough to walk in the range of his brilliant eyes.

It’s been a year since that day, since their promise was broken, and Shotaro, Sungchan, and the rest of NCT were being ushered into a large room lined with vanities, makeup artists standing at the ready to get them onto the stage as quickly as possible. This was a night that Shotaro and Sungchan had never dreamed of reaching, at least without Y/N as the missing piece that always fit so perfectly between them; their first win as members of NCT.

If Shotaro or Sungchan even got the opportunity to run their hand over the trophy’s silver finishing, they knew it wouldn’t feel the same, look the same as the times they haughtily practiced their acceptance and ‘thanks’ speeches with crushed water bottles in the trophy’s place. Y/N was always their MC, droning on about how talented and beautiful they all were until Sungchan would need to tackle him down to the floor out of embarrassment to shut him up; Sungchan would always smile fondly at how that would never be enough, Y/N would keep singing their praises until his breath grew rough.

“I feel like we should be more excited than we are, this is our first win.” Sungchan scratched at his neck, thinking about how his heart didn’t skip as many beats on their way to MusicCore, or how he didn’t feel his nerves fraying at the ends of his fingertips as he and Shotaro fiddled with each other’s hands in a nervous wreck at the back of the car. The fires under their hands just didn’t light the same without them pulling Y/N in to tie their fingers together. “Now I’m just thinking about how Y/N should be here; it makes me sad…”

“Y/N wouldn’t want us to be sad…” Shotaro said, eyes struggling to light an optimistic spark.

“Right…”

Without Y/N’s warmth, the metal would feel cold in such an unforgiving way, not in a way that was expecting Y/N’s hands on theirs, clutching at their waists and fingers in anticipation and celebration. Shotaro didn’t have someone to cling to in the front row now. Y/N’s fingers wouldn’t anxiously slip into the space of his belt loops or fiddle with the zippers on his jacket.

They missed him. They missed him so much…

Shotaro and Sungchan were separated by their staff at the doorway, split off into different chairs with different makeup artists. They were still close enough to share reassuring glances and smiles at each other until their makeup artists, wrapped up in all-black uniforms, stepped up to them.

However, as Sungchan’s makeup artist stepped up to the counter, back turned, there was this unmistakable quality about the way their shoulders seemed to carry the pale lights of the vanity mirror, the way the brief flicker in their eyes that Sungchan caught whenever their tilted head left their gaze exposed under their black baseball cap.

Then, all of the sudden, this fragrance bloomed as the makeup artist made their way closer; the gentle sweetness of lavender poured over long nights sprawled out on waxed, practice room floors. Sungchan remembered how the smell always dripped from Y/N’s neck whenever Sungchan would pull him into the tightest hugs he could muster at the night’s end - no matter how hard Sungchan squeezed and pulled at Y/N’s waist, there was always a faint glow of moonlight left in Y/N’s beautiful, tired eyes.

Sungchan recognized more and more things, how the makeup artist seemed to levitate, almost glide along the carpeted floors as they shuffled along the makeup counter to organize their things wordlessly - they still had yet to catch Sungchan’s face, contorted with curiosity. As the makeup artist finally turned around to meet Sungchan’s eyes, everything froze. The frayed edges of their hoodie’s drawstrings looked so familiar, the delicateness in which they instantly reached out to hold Sungchan’s face in such an uncanny way that Sungchan’s thoughts made his head spin. The artist flinched back; something didn’t seem right…

Or maybe, it seemed too right to be real.

“Y/N…?”

Sungchan didn’t need an answer, only the joyous gleam of the eyes he could barely see. He leaped from his seat and wrapped Y/N up in his arms, with Y/N burying a relieved sigh into Sungchan’s shoulder before struggling to hug back with his brushes still in his hands. He held on as tight as he could regardless, as there was a point in his life where he possibly could’ve never had this again; Sungchan’s arms around his waist, hands stroking his back, smile in his neck, and the warmth it brought to his chest.

“Oh my God… Y/N…” Sungchan shuddered and held Y/N’s face, his smile only growing even brighter as Y/N’s hands rose up to wrap around his. “I- I missed you! What happened? Why’re you here? Why didn’t you tell me- us…? Anyone?”

“I-” Y/N found himself stumbling in their rejoice, the clatter of his brushes against the counter gaining less attention than he thought.

All of Sungchan’s questions settled on Y/N’s skin too quickly for him to answer; even when he dragged that pen across the contract shoved in front of him for the conversations Taeyong wasn’t present for, and then remembered the hug farewell they shared on the final conversation Taeyong was present for, he didn’t know. He knew Sungchan would be asking these questions, and Shotaro too if he wasn’t seated across the room, catching his and Sungchan’s reflection in the mirror with a raised eyebrow; however, he just couldn’t find answers.

“I just…”

“Y/N… “ Sungchan saw how Y/N struggled to bring his words up and relented his onslaught of questions, no matter how desperate he was for answers.

“I don’t know…” Y/N finally answered, then led his gaze to the ground with a shameful, vivid flush that spilled over the mask he was wearing. “I just didn’t want anyone to see me like this…” ‘How the mighty have fallen’, Y/N wanted to bitterly think as he fiddled with the hairs of a makeup brush he had balanced between his fingers. However, he thought about how mighty he really could’ve been if he couldn’t even hold their promise together - keep himself afloat with them.

Sungchan hated seeing Y/N like this, downcast, the stars in his eyes clouded over with a sadness that made Shotaro and Sungchan’s hearts ache every time it made Y/N’s voice crumble. He needed to find a way to take it away, to clear Y/N’s skies.

“Like what? I literally can’t see you.” Sungchan tried to lighten the air stirring around them, tugging at the side of Y/N’s mask. His chuckle fell flat, though, as Y/N didn’t give the response he always did - a bright giggle that would always meet Sungchan’s jokes halfway, no matter how shitty they were. Their eyes just met in a quiet that rolled in with this hesitance, as if it knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. Y/N’s gaze was dejected, worn, defeated.

“That’s the point…” Y/N reluctantly fixed the side of his mask that Sungchan teasingly plucked off. Whenever Shotaro or Sungchan would ruffle his hair or mess up his clothes, he would always keep it that way for as long as he could until he was chastised by someone for it.

Readjusting his mask felt like an insult to all the times Shotaro would bring Y/N into his lap and untangle the moonlight from his hair as he’d stroke it back until Y/N fell asleep in his arms. And it was like he was mocking the early mornings where Sungchan would always step up to Y/N and undo his rolled sleeves or take out the sweatbands Y/N used to push back his hair, only to draw Y/N in by his hands and push up his sleeves and pin his hair back the ‘proper’ way.

“I feel like… Disgraced…? I love makeup, I really love doing makeup.” Y/N tried to make sense of his thoughts and feelings, and Sungchan nodding along slowly only made the sigh that slithered off his tongue that much thicker.

Y/N fondly recalled stealing a small palette from the bin of stage makeup that went unclaimed, just to practice colour combinations on Shotaro, Sungchan, and anyone who dared to enter the room and happen upon the abstract, borderline-cubist ‘masterpieces’ Y/N left on their faces. Since then, Shotaro and Sungchan would always link their arms with Y/N’s and bring him to the nearest department store, spending hours combing through aisles of drugstore makeup just to pick out the things Y/N liked or wanted to put on their faces.

“But I never thought it would be for the company I signed with to be an idol… It’s kinda weird, and it feels so sad…” Y/N looked into Sungchan’s eyes and saw the thought behind them.

Sungchan tried to find light in the fact that it was still here, even if it was difficult with where the company put Y/N. Now, Y/N was thrust into a state of constant, vicarious living. He stood there to do his best to steady NCT’s liner and buff out their blush just to watch them walk out onto a stage he was once told he was born for. Sometimes, when Y/N’s nights alone grew cynical, he’d often think that this was a fate worse than just being cut off and let go. But then again, nothing was worse than losing Shotaro and Sungchan.

“Don’t be sad,” Sungchan winced, they both knew it was always easier said than done. “Now you get to hold my face and not get any jealous stares…” Sungchan shone a mischievous smirk, leaning into Y/N’s touch as Y/N pinched at the cheek he hasn’t lined concealer on yet. When everyone would find out about Y/N, sooner or later, Sungchan hoped that they could interact like they normally would, not bound by the fresh ink that dripped from Y/N’s contracts.

Y/N points discreetly past Sungchan’s shoulders, and Sungchan’s head turned, following Y/N’s hand.

“Nope, we’re still not safe from those.”

Where Y/N gestured to was a line of makeup artists looking longingly at how close Sungchan was to Y/N. They were keeping their distance from the members they were working on, laughing at the members’ jokes only when the managers weren’t down their necks. How Sungchan held Y/N eagerly by the hips as he sat back down in his chair and brought Y/N in to press his cheek up to his stomach; they couldn’t handle it.

The other makeup artists had to channel all the restraint they could to not let their admiration spill out. They had a line painted all around them that they couldn’t dare to cross. But here Sungchan was, scratching it out and pulling Y/N across its remains.

Y/N then pointed again with an awe-struck smile to a sulking Shotaro, who popped out from behind Sungchan’s shoulder. His head was initially turned from the other side of the room by Sungchan whining Y/N’s name breathlessly. Initially, he thought he was hearing things, and that all of his and Sungchan’s silent prayers to practice room ceilings and the empty spaces in their beds they would always let Y/N slip into were coming back to haunt them.

“Yeah, you’ll never be safe again…” Shotaro grumbled at Sungchan with a fake pout before rushing toward Y/N taking him in by handfuls of the hoodie that they’ve all shared. “Y/N… You’re here, you’re still here! We didn’t hear anything for ages, I was worried as hell!”

“We were worried as hell.”

“Yeah yeah…” Shotaro shooed Sungchan’s retort away with a teasing smile, flinching back when Sungchan nudged him in the side. He pulled Y/N in closer to wrap him up in an embrace, and the commotion they caused in the back corner they were nestled in brought a few more gazes their way. “Everyone was telling us you’d come to join us on stage, what happened…?”

Shotaro had so many questions, so many things to say, and stories to tell of the lifetimes it felt like he and Sungchan spent without Y/N by their side.

The fake promises, the optimistic voices of their leader and managers whenever they begged long enough for an answer; all of it left the two of them waiting around every corner and through every doorway that Y/N would usually slip through and announce his presence with the beautiful melody of his voice.

Y/N drew in a shaky breath, preparing himself to answer all the questions they’ve probably had brewing in their heads forever now. He could feel Sungchan’s fingertips begin to lace with his, gently and tentatively, before he spoke. It made his words stumble out just a little bit easier.

“Well, they thought I wasn’t committed enough. I mistakenly voiced my aspirations to get a diploma, and with how exhausting my fine arts program was before I even debuted, they didn’t want to give me the time or opportunity to try and balance it and didn’t want me to implode on them in the long-term. They ‘wanted me to focus on my health and education’...” Y/N tried to spit out his mocking words spitefully, but they were more of a meek whimper that brought Shotaro to hold his other hand, squeezing it comfortingly. “It just feels like that whole week-long ordeal of conferences with Taeyong were just a formality. They basically already made their decision the first time; I was behind already in terms of my skills, apparently, and they just used me being in school as an excuse to hold me back.” Y/N’s voice was quiet now, and all he can recall is one of his managers candidly telling him that they didn’t want ‘collateral’ for the group. Whatever that meant...

“Y/N, don’t ever say that.” Shotaro’s voice was light but firm. It was always like this whenever he started one of his pep talks that wandered off deep into the night. “Their words don’t mean anything. You mean so much to us and your talents do too…”

Y/N let out something vaguely resembling a groan, but he buried his face in Sungchan’s hair before his rough sigh could reach air. “I wish you were there to testify before they made me sign the contract for this job…”

All Shotaro and Sungchan could think about was how they should’ve known, how they should've never let Y/N go in alone, and how they should’ve threatened that the company would’ve needed to drag Y/N from NCT’s roster from their pair of cold and dead hands.

“Since you’re not going to be ‘with’ us…” Sungchan felt something catch in his throat as he realized his words. He still couldn’t fathom the fact that all the restless nights and ceaseless days Y/N spent practicing for their debut were for naught. The cries of sheer exhaustion that Y/N let spill out of his mouth when he thought nobody was listening, were apparently worthless to the people who decided he ‘wasn’t good enough’ for NCT. “What’re you gonna do then…? Just our makeup and stuff?” He looked up at Y/N with shimmering, yet sad eyes, then held out his chin for Y/N to take between his fingers. Faint smiles emerged on all three of them when Y/N flicked blush across Sungchan’s cheek.

“I’m here to fill in the blanks, I guess.” Y/N shrugged, “since I can’t work with you, I guess I’m working for you…”

Those words, how bitterly Y/N said them as he looked down with the light of defeat shining so furiously in his eyes it made Shotaro and Sungchan angry. What they both would do to make it go away...

“NEVER!” Shotaro was the first to do soemthing, turning Y/N to him with a gentle nudge to his chin. ”You’re always gonna be one of us, that’s never gonna change.”

“Never…” Sungchan added with a soft smile. His eyes were hard and serious in an effort to make the sadness that stirred in Y/N’s chest flee in terror.

“Now move, Sungchan!” Shotaro unwound the weight and tension that their words carried with a squeak-like shriek as he shoved and nudged Sungchan, trying to push him off the chair so he could have his face in Y/N’s hands too. “I want Y/N to beat my face!”

“You better back up before I beat your face!” Sungchan threatened with a wide grin, only making it worse for himself as Shotaro’s pushing and prodding left him nearly hanging on the edge of the seat. Y/N just stared at his two favourite boys with an endeared smile, all the memories of their practice sessions in pale-lit rooms going up in sunset-coloured flames rushing back to him. As if it was just the night before when Sungchan tucked Y/N and Shotaro into a corner of the practice room, covering them with his jacket as they let the lilacs of the night sweep them away almost instantly. Sungchan was never too long after, curling around the both of them with his head on Y/N’s shoulder.

It wasn’t yesterday, it wasn’t even a few nights ago. It was many months of Y/N longing for nights like those again. Maybe, now that they’re within his reach again they could finally set up camp in as many practice rooms as they found themselves trapped in for the day. All three of them hunched over the ivory campfire of Shotaro’s phone screen, splitting up rations of Sungchan’s leftover fried chicken, and pitching tents made of gym bags and hoodies and jackets and tripods they scavenged from recording booths. Those nights tied up in each other’s arms were some of the only times when the looming expectations of their debuts faded from their minds.

“You snooze, you lose~” Sungchan stuck his tongue out, shoving back at Shotaro and clinging to Y/N for support, scoffing in mock offense when he received nothing but a condescending pat to the head.

“I DON’T SNOOZE OR LOSE! HOW DARE YOU-”

“Y/N…?”

They all snapped their heads over to where the breathless voice came from. It was Jisung, standing awkwardly behind them, mouth agape, eyes wide with glimmers of relief dancing wildly in them. After Jisung’s makeup artist finished and left him be, he felt himself being pulled in by the second mention of Y/N’s name. He wasn’t just hearing things like how he dismissed it the first time, his wishful thoughts of seeing Y/N again weren’t just shifts in the trees outside their building or chatter among staff. It was Y/N, it was really Y/N. He wasn’t just existing in the side conversations he and other members would have about how much they missed him. He was here.

“You’re here…” A gleeful chuckle almost slipped out from under Jisung’s tongue as he just gawked at Y/N with a smile cracked wide open.

“Uh- yeah… I am…” Y/N scratched at his head with a nervous smile. The guilt for the trail of silence he left behind after he was let go was settling just a little bit more. “Sorry, you couldn’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I’d be disappointed if it was that easy…” Jisung joked back, his eyes immediately fixing on the brush Y/N held in his hands. He shot up straight, excitement blazing wildly in his eyes. “You’re doing Sungchan’s makeup!? Please do mine next!”

“But you just finished-”

“I don’t care, I missed you… And I just want a little more glitter, that’s it.” Jisung pointed coyly at his cheeks as he whined; it was a perfect place for the star-shaped glitter Y/N had packed at the bottom of his bag. Shuffling up and behind Shotaro with wide, begging eyes, Jisung didn’t let up until he could see a light flicker in the gaze under Y/N’s ballcap. “Please~”

“Okay, fine-”

“Me too!”

The four of them looked over to Taeyong, who was standing closer to them than they thought. He was looking over all of them with a fond smile, his eyes on Y/N the entire time, soaking him in and the happiness in his eyes that Taeyong hasn’t had the luxury of seeing in so long. Even if Y/N wasn’t on stage with them, singing and rapping all the lyrics he’s ghost-written for every single one of them, or humming the melodies of the songs they sang each other to sleep with in their darkest times; then at least Y/N was still here in their orbit. All of NCT is making sure to never let Y/N go adrift again.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Y/N.”

By the time Y/N looked up from Sungchan’s eager, patient smile to see Taeyong’s very own grin, every single member of NCT was lined up behind them. Sungchan, Shotaro, Jisung, and Taeyong; even members like Mark, Johnny, and Jungwoo, members Y/N knew with a knowing smile were just sitting in line to make an excuse to talk to Y/N, pretending they needed him to even out their eyeliner.

“Me too…” Y/N said, content draped between every one of his words like honey.

Y/N took a breath and handled every one of his members with care, feeling proud as he could still make them laugh through their concealer, and squishing each and every one of their blush-lined cheeks when he was done with them. Perhaps this wasn’t what he initially wanted, or dreamed of, or sacrificed years of his life in a prison of smudged mirrors and looped songs for, but with a little bit of time, Y/N supposed that this could be close enough. He’s still wanted and needed and loved and appreciated.

That was enough.

Sungchan leaned against the wall, makeup done and smiling fondly through tinted lips over to where Y/N was still standing. He was still messing and playing around with the last of the members in his line, applying fine layers of shadow with the grace that reminded Sungchan of every time he watched Y/N dance and make the melody his, wrap the song around all of those precise movements of his that made both Shotaro and Sungchan practically swoon for him every time. Sungchan’s bright smile at the sight of Y/N’s happiness was cut short, however, when someone turned him around by the shoulder.

It was their manager, a frown hanging for dear life on the edge of her lips.

“Sungchan,” she started with a lecturing tone, “he was only supposed to do your makeup and then be done. He wasn’t supposed to stay around with you guys for long.” The manager tried to chastise Sungchan, but it fell on deaf ears as he just looked over her blankly.

“Well,” Sungchan started, lifting an eyebrow. “You should’ve thought twice about taking him away from us because he’ll always be one of NCT. There’s nothing you or his contracts can ever do to change that.”

In an act of unusual defiance that left his chest light, Sungchan pushed past her to join the members that Y/N finished touching up at the stairs to the stage. Just before they were called up, however, Sungchan hung back, looking behind him to see Shotaro wrapping Y/N up in a hug, trying to take as much of him into the blue lights of the stage as possible. With a giggle, Sungchan joined them, humming into Y/N’s hair, wrapping his arms tighter around Y/N and Shotaro.

“I’m sorry I broke our promise…” Y/N’s voice was weak and frail, as if it were a breath he’s held onto for far too long. “I-”

He was stopped by Shotaro, who took Y/N’s face in his hands and pressed a kiss to his forehead. It was so gentle, sweet and warm like the summer days they dreamed of sharing on stage. Dancing together under flurries of neon lights, bathing in cheers and the blues of the skies that would shatter beneath them. Shotaro’s lips to Y/N’s skin were like a daydream, a flicker of sunlight that lingered with a shimmer as he pulled back to look him in his eyes.

“Don’t be dumb, Y/N, none of this is your fault… We’re just so glad you’re here with us still, even if it’s not in the way we dreamed of…” Shotaro took Y/N’s hand, caressing his knuckles.

Sungchan took Y/N’s other hand, bringing the palm to his lips, tracing its lines with kisses the colour of midnight - subtle, cool to the touch, but intoxicating like the moonlight they would all get high on together during their evening walks by the city’s nearest coastlines. Sungchan’s embrace reminded Y/N of the times the three of them left their shoes abandoned, threw caution to the salt-stained sea breeze, and danced in the waters until they were knee-deep and half-soaked in clementine tides, silhouetted by the sun that sank with them.

“We love you, and we’re not letting you go again.” Shotaro said, exchanging a nod and grin with Sungchan and taking his hand as well. They looked back at Y/N, the time stopping, the lights circling them in slow motion, the blue light of the stage pouring in through the stairway, it stung their skin in the best way.

“That’s a promise we’ll swear to keep.” Sungchan sighed, bringing Y/N and Shotaro in closer. They were given a second chance, a new glow is on their horizons now and they’re not going to let it fade this time.

“It’s a promise…”

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wonjns · 2 months

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overawe — j.sc

⌗ pairing. . . jung sungchan x male reader

⌗ genre. . . smut

⌗ summary. . . uh oh, somebody made sungchan jealous (it wasn't even your fault).

⌗ includes. . . intimidating!bf!sungchan, sub!reader, possessive chan, a lil toxic, size kink, orgasm prolonging, nipple play/hickeys, unprotected sex (don’t irl !!), mdni.

⌗ wc. 1.2k

°A/N. . . requested by anon ✓ "Hey Luca!! Just here to request a jealous!sungchan with his younger bf who was paying attention to the other members too much 🫣 Sungchan knows he shouldn't be so upset but he just can't help it..." // hiii i hope you like it!! its nothing special really, just your run-of-the-mill jealousy fic but with sungchan, anything is hot 🥵

it was almost twisted how much control sungchan had over you without even having to do anything.

one would think it was inscribed in your dna to bend to his every will; to please him, to hear him praise you... to be his perfect, pliant boyfriend. yet, it seemed like you could do nothing but disappoint him – or at least thats what he wanted you to think.

something in sungchan's brain always itched just right when he would watch you break down in front of him. he loved how all it took was a stern glare to get you muttering a mantra of apologies, all but sinking to your knees for his mercy whenever you did something he didn't approve.

you can't help but reminisce the time you slightly rose your voice at him in the grocery store, just to end up sucking him off in the parking lot for 30 minutes solely to win back his forgiveness.

you remember your knees digging into his mustang's carpet flooring while looking up at his shirtless body, toned abs rippling as his head was thrown back, showing off his adams apple while he called you his good boy. you didn't even cum that day, but your cock was practically drooling at that sight for the rest of the week.

this time, you knew you were in trouble before he could even get a word out.

here you both were, the only ones who remained in your shared apartment after ushering all of your friends out after a long night together.

you were close with a lot of your mutual friends, especially shotaro, and it showed in the way the two of you were attached at the hip the entire evening.

your innocent physical affection and loud giggles were enough to catch the attention of a certain sungchan, who you knew you’d have to deal with from the way his eyebrow quirked dauntingly in your direction.

as soon as the front door closed, it felt as if an overbearing storm rage conjured itself in your home, hovering dangerously above your head. you knew this feeling was because of sungchan, the foreboding pheromones radiating off of his huge, 6'2 frame.

"i'm gonna get a glass of water," you sighed aloud, timidly making your way back to the kitchen in attempt to escape the rising tension.

but before you could even grab a glass from the cabinet, you felt sungchan's looming presence behind you. you'd successfully predicted that when you turned around, you'd see his towering form looking down at you with that gut churning smirk, silent as a mouse.

his accusing glare bore into yours, the slightest smirk dancing across his plump lips as he reached up into the cabinet behind you, lowering an empty glass in your hands without breaking eye contact for even a second.

"i-i'm sorry." you muttered, glancing to the tile below.

"what are you apologizing for, baby?" sungchan replied, his voice entirely too relaxed and unassuming for the anxiety it was causing you.

"i... uhm, it just..." you stuttered, breath hitching in your throat when you felt sungchan's long fingers tilt your chin up to catch your eyes directly once more. "i wasn't doing anything on purpose."

that earned you a low chuckle from him as he placed both large hands on his hips.

"are you feeling guilty for letting shotaro throw himself all over you? letting him treat you like his own slut right in front of me?" sungchan inquired, dipping his head down closer to yours.

his voice was sickeningly sweet, and you knew he was trying to lure you into a false sense of security. but you had been with him too long, you knew exactly what the steaming temperature between your two bodies meant. your skin felt on fire and he wasn't even touching you anymore.

the proximity of his face to yours was making you dizzy, feeling a certain muscle in your boxers begin to stir. you struggled to hold his eye contact, squirming under his glare as he flashed you another of his signature smirks, dripping in arrogance.

god, he knew what he was doing.

his physical prowess alone was more than enough to make your head fuzzy, but what really made you weak in the knees was his damn aura. he was just so dominating without even trying. he never yelled at you, or ever even harmed you, but the way in which he spoke was enough to make you melt into a worthless puddle on the floor. the slick tone of his voice had a talent to completely rewire and chip away at your brain until you could think of nothing else but him, and fuck it was a skill he never hesitated to use.

your taller boyfriend felt his heart leaping the more you fidgeted - shrinking smaller beneath him at his accusation.

"taro was just being friendly," you try to defend, twisting your fingers around one another. "i swear, babe... i swear."

"you don't get to call me that after ignoring me all night, sunshine."

you became aware just how much sungchan had inched closer to you when you feel one his veiny hands running up your thigh, the tips of his fingers lighting up paths on your skin as they traveled underneath your shirt.

his heavy gaze was still locked on to yours, just daring you to look away. you wouldn't... you couldn't.

you knew the repercussions, but in a slightly concerning way, the thought always had your stomach churning with butterflies and anticipation.

"you're gonna have to make it up to me, baby boy."

"fuck, channie, please!" you moaned, hands clawing at the exposed tan skin of your boyfriend's muscular back.

he had bottomed his cock out in you forever ago, and somehow still had the restraint to not move once, despite your endless pleas and whimpers. instead, he took to sucking mark after mark onto the thin skin of your collarbones and chest.

you'd be rich by now if you had a dollar for every time sungchan had guided you to just the peak of your climax by stroking your leaky cock while sucking on your hardened nipples, just to cruelly stop all ministrations and let your orgasm ebb away.

you had come so close to release you could almost taste it on your tongue, shaking in the frustration of denial only seconds later while hearing sungchan chuckle deeply at you. he thought your begging, paired with your tears and involuntary tremble of your lips, was the cutest thing in the whole world.

"awh, is my baby getting aggravated? i know he probably wants to cum so bad." he coo's in the second person, gently kissing your face before licking up the trail of a fallen tear. he groans at how your ass clenches on his throbbing cock inside of you. "shit, why did you have to go and make me punish you, prince? i could be fucking you senseless right now. isn't that what you want?"

you choke out another sob while nodding your head desperately, clinging to his broad naked shoulders whose grooves make your mind bleary.

"are you gonna be good for me from now on?" he taunts, raising an eyebrow as he reaches between your bodies to start stroking your desperate cock again.

"y-yes! fuck, yes, sungchan. i promise."

"and no more letting other people flirt with you? you know they could never make you feel the way i do." he smirks, cooing once more when you nod and lean up to kiss him again.

sungchan pushes his tongue into your mouth, purposefully muffling your high pitched moans when he starts thrusting inside of you.

he's huge, just like the rest of his body, and he always managed to snatch the breath from your lungs whenever you feel his cock beginning to bulge in your stomach from the power of his hips.

your thighs clamp around his slightly sweaty torso, pulling his body closer to yours for him to reach even deeper. your breathless groans flurried into the air as sungchan return to sucking on your sore adams apple, intentionally making sure you felt the ridges of his abs gliding along your cock.

with needy hands roaming mindlessly from his back, to his biceps, up to his neck, you felt your climax rapidly approaching for the umpteens time that hour - you choked out his name while tangling a hand in his shaggy hair.

"i fucking love you, y/n." sungchan all but growled, earning his length another clench from your ass. "you'll always be mine, right? my good boy."

"yes, yes i love you so much." you whimpered. "i- i love you, i love your cock, and the way you make me feel. i'm yours. forever, channie."

your mindless babbling was all it took, the bands in both of your stomachs snapping. you shared a loud, guttural moan in unison as you came at the same time. the sweet rush of finally being allowed to release made your spine tremble, and you swore you saw a firework of stars behind the eyelids you squeezed shut. you shook as your arousal shot up onto sungchan's chest, while he shamelessly emptied out his inside of you.

"oh my god, thank you." you whined repeatedly as your boyfriend's hips began to slow, carefully landing the both of you back to stability.

his large frame eased on to your sweaty one, but you didn't mind at all. you could only feel euphoria in your veins, grateful that sungchan decided to stay sheathed inside you for a little bit despite his cock beginning to soften.

this was everything you'd ever wanted - the feeling of him inside of you with his supple lips kissing the sides of your face, whispering the sweetest of praises.

"always mine." sungchan mumbled one last time, before you both began drifting to sleep.

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luvkyu · 15 days

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heart stop ( jung sungchan ) part one

sungchan x male reader

sungchan finally talks to his crush !!

content : 1.9k words, fluff, mentions of nudity/mature themes, uni au, gym bro!sungchan x artist!reader

( a/n ) PART ONE OF THE COLLAB W @jaemmphilia !!! just a heads up - part two is nsfw !! so pls take that into account before you start reading <3

part two

"do you think y/n's into guys?"

"huh??" eunseok sputtered at the sudden question, basically choking on his food.

sungchan stifled a snicker, his ears growing a light shade of red. he stared down at the chopsticks in his hand with a love sick smile. eunseok cleared his throat as he watched the other twirl the utensils between his fingers.

"are we talking about taro's friend from his art class?" eunseok asked.

"yeah. i think i have a small crush on him."

"a crush on who?" shotaro suddenly chimed in as he sat with them in the cafeteria.

"y/n," sungchan answered a bit shyly.

"l/n???" shotaro's brows were raised in shock.

sungchan looked at eunseok, as if for guidance, before turning back to shotaro and saying a quiet "yes".

shotaro thought for a moment, then nodded in approval.

"you two would be cute as fuck together," he said before taking a bite of his lunch.

sungchan smiled at the idea of himself with y/n. he leaned over toward his friend eagerly, "do you know if he's gay?"

"how should i know?.. but i'm about to meet him at the art studio to work together if you wanna come," shotaro offered.

"really??"

"sure, why not. we're just taking some time to work on new oil paintings, it's not an actual class or anything so you can come along."

sungchan nodded happily at the idea.

"what are you gonna do if he's straight?" eunseok asked teasingly.

"cry," sungchan muttered in response.

y/n stared at the canvas in front of him. his creativity was having a hard time flowing today. maybe he was overworking, or maybe it was just an off day. either way, it was annoying. he was supposed to be productive today. instead, a blank canvas was mocking him while his hands fidgeted with a paintbrush.

he sighed and set his brush down against his easel.

"what's wrong, babe?"

y/n looked up to see shotaro strutting into the studio, followed by a taller boy he hadn't met before.

"i told you not to call me that," y/n scolded while rolling his eyes.

"you're right. sorry, honey."

y/n turned in his seat to face his friend better, "that's just worse."

shotaro chuckled. as he sat down at his own easel, he grabbed another seat for the friend he brought along. y/n refused to embarrass himself by looking at the stranger for too long, but the small glance he did get was enough for him to conclude that the male was drop dead gorgeous.

"oh, y/n! this is my friend sungchan. he wanted to tag along cause he has no life outside of classes and the gym. sungchan, this is y/n!"

sungchan glared daggers at shotaro, before looking back to y/n with a wide smile.

"hi! nice to meet you. i've seen you around campus a little," sungchan greeted.

"really? i think i've seen you some too."

sungchan nodded, almost giddy at that answer. silence fell on them as shotaro set up his canvas and y/n looked through his paint colors just to have something to do.

"wow, you guys are great at this," shotaro said sarcastically, mainly to piss off sungchan.

"i'm terrible at talking to people, leave me alone," y/n defended with a small laugh.

sungchan watched y/n lean against his easel, resting his chin against his palm in defeat. he looked so perfect, even when feeling dejected.

"is something wrong?" sungchan asked. y/n looked at him again. he was a little surprised sungchan was even asking.

"ah.. i just feel kinda drained. i'm having a hard time working on this, to be honest."

"take a break," shotaro chimed in.

"but i just started."

"take a longer break. we've had a lot of assignments back to back lately, go rest for the day."

y/n thought about it for a moment. he sighed and nodded at the idea before starting to pack up his supplies.

shotaro turned back to sungchan, gesturing silently toward y/n in hopes that his friend would get the hint. sungchan looked at him in confusion. shotaro, in turn, huffed at his cluelessness. he pulled his phone out and went to his messages.

taro :

BRO, GO.

ask him out, go 'rest' together 🛏️

sungchan rolled his eyes at the texts. he gave the male another stink eye before typing a response.

sung :

I DIDNT WANNA TALK TO HIM JUST TO GET LAID

taro :

but it is part of the reason right

sung :

osaki shotaro istg

taro :

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT BUT STILL ASK HIM OUT, U HAVE THE PERFECT WINDOW RIGHT HERE

sungchan looked up from his phone, biting his lip as anxiety shot through his body.

y/n finished packing up his bag and showed the two of them a tired smile.

"i'll see you guys later. it was nice to meet you, sungchan."

sungchan nodded and smiled back, now watching his crush exit the studio. his smile fell as he turned back around to see shotaro giving him a disappointed frown.

"you're a dumbass, sung."

"sungchan!"

sungchan looked up as he took a drink of his water, seeing eunseok and shotaro walking toward him.

"hey guys," he greeted while getting up from the bench press. he wiped around his face with a small towel as his friends came closer to him.

"did you just finish up?" shotaro asked.

"yeah, i'm gonna head back to the dorm now."

"boo, we could've worked out together."

sungchan rolled his eyes. "it's a good thing you still have each other then," he teased, patting shotaro's shoulder as he slung his gym bag over his back.

"hey, how'd it go with y/n yesterday? you ask him out?" eunseok asked before the other could leave.

"no, i-"

"he chickened out," shotaro teased.

sungchan sighed, but nodded. "i was too nervous."

"well we just saw him sitting outside by the campus arboretum if you wanna go try again," eunseok said.

"really?"

eunseok nodded, "go for it."

sungchan smiled a thanks and grabbed his water bottle before finally departing.

"..i doubt y/n is straight," shotaro mumbled as he and eunseok waved him goodbye.

"oh, me too," eunseok agreed.

sungchan began walking in the direction of the arboretum, looking around for the boy that had been on his mind way too much lately.

finally, he spotted y/n on a bench sketching a few flowers. he took a deep breath and walked over to join him.

"hey y/n!"

y/n looked up from his sketchbook, almost choking on thin air. sungchan's muscle shirt didn't hide a thing, and his slightly messy hair and tall stature worked well in his favor. with the way y/n was staring at him, or practically gawking, sungchan was now pretty certain y/n was attracted to men.

y/n quickly cleared his throat and averted his eyes. he looked down at his sketchbook, then back up strictly to sungchan's face.

"hi," he said quietly, "what're you doing out here?"

"was just on my way home and thought i'd take a walk through here. it's really pretty."

y/n nodded happily and took a look around. "yeah, i love being out here."

"can i sit with you?"

y/n nodded almost instantly. he moved over a bit to give the other more room on the bench. sungchan sat and sighed, actually very much enjoying the fresh air. he leaned back for a moment and let the sun wash over his face. one arm was hanging off the back of the bench, while the other raked a hand through his messy hair.

y/n was in awe, needless to say.

"so what're you drawing?"

"just some flower studies," y/n answered. "i wanted to add some flowers to my next painting so i'm just practicing a little."

"is it okay if i ask to see?" sungchan asked cautiously.

"oh, sure! you can look through the whole sketchbook, i don't mind. it's mostly random sketches."

sungchan nodded eagerly and took the book from y/n's hands, making sure to brush against his fingers just a little bit. he smiled to himself, now knowing the effect he had on y/n.

sungchan flipped through the pages delicately. he was trying not to crinkle or smudge anything, especially the ones done in pencil. y/n was right though - the sketches were pretty random. from people, to small household items, to cloud formations.

it was when sungchan found a more interesting page that he stopped flipping through. the sketches showed a naked man in two different poses, one leaning against what looked like a washroom counter, and the other laying on a bed with a messy sheet draped just over a couple parts of himself. sungchan looked up with wide eyes.

"oh, that's um," y/n didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. he was somehow both. "that was just a guy i had a thing with a couple months ago."

"these are amazing, y/n," sungchan praised. he continued flipping through, though his mind was still on the nude sketches.

"thank you," y/n blushed a bit as sungchan finally got to the end of the book.

"i really like the nude ones. you draw people really well," sungchan complimented while closing the book. when he looked up again, his face was closer to y/n's than he thought. his eyes instantly shifted to the male's lips, it was as if there was a magnet between them.

y/n could hear his heartbeat in his ears. sungchan was even more beautiful up close, and he was growing more attracted to him by the second.

sungchan lightly cleared his throat after a moment, trying not to stare at the pair of lips he so desperately wanted to kiss. making y/n uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted.

"are you going to the bonfire party tonight?" sungchan asked.

"i dunno, my friend invited me but i'm not usually into parties."

"well, i think you should go."

y/n met sungchan's eyes again, "hm? why?"

sungchan blushed. he didn't mean to blatantly give away that he wanted y/n there, but he might as well roll with it now.

"cause i'll have a much better time if i get to see you," sungchan answered with entirely pink cheeks. he could tell y/n was a blushing mess as well, despite how confident he tried to seem.

with a sigh, y/n looked up at the clouds. "is this how you pick up all your guys?"

sungchan laughed lightly, "actually no, my heart is pounding more than it ever has, i think." he let out a large exhale with this, which triggered more laughter between the two.

y/n found it endearing how obviously nervous sungchan was. here was this hunk of a man trying to hit on him, but he was so jittery and smitten that it really just made him adorable. y/n smiled as he thought about it. his eyes met the other's again while nodding, "alright, i'll be there."

sungchan's smile quickly grew at his crush's decision. he nodded and started getting up.

"i'll see you in a little while then," he said while giving y/n's head a gentle pat, his hand lingering against his hair. y/n nodded and watched him begin to walk away. he was speechless as he stared after sungchan. let's just say, the view from the back was just as good as the view from the front.

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127luvr · 5 months

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025 A Pearl

. ˚ ｡ ° ˖ ⁺ ｡ ˚ ⋆˙ ✧ ⋆ ˗ˋˏ ✩ ˎˊ˗ ⋆ ˙ ✧ ⋆ ｡ ° ⋆ ࿓ . ˚

you're talking too much. you can feel yourself growing tired of your own voice but you can't stop your lips from moving. talking to sungchan came so easily. he was all ears--nodding his head along to any topic you snowballed into. he doesn't remember how the story started nor how it ended with you laughing so hard you almost trip on your feet. but he is quick to react--reaching for your waist as you tumble sideways.

this time you're sober. so painfully sober that you can think clearly about the size difference between the two of you. his large hand holds a large portion of your side, the firm grip taking you back to the night at the club. but his hand doesn't let go of your waist even when you catch your balance. it stays on the waistband of your pants--the two of you suddenly frozen in place as you pan your gaze from his hand to his face. you lick your lips absentmindedly--hyper aware of his lingering touch and rosy cheeks.

he is the first to speak, mumbling a quiet sorry before he retracts his arm. the sudden act catches you off guard. it leaves you feeling empty--feeling the cold attack your body again now that he isn't there to keep it from getting to you. but your heart rate doesn't slow down. you can feel your heart thump in your chest--scared it might jump out as you finally manage to ask him the question that's been sitting on the tip of your tongue all night, "is this a date?"

the question stops sungchan in his tracks again. you're afraid you asked at the wrong time--watching as he shoves his hands into his pockets to grasp at something. he is speechless. opening and closing his mouth several times before finally finding his voice again, "do you want it to be?"

he answered your question with another question leaving you to wonder if you had completely misread the situation. you were clueless--sure--but not so much that you missed how sungchan was treating you the whole night. it was a date. there was no denying that. but all you can manage is a head nod to indicate your answer. one you're not so sure that he saw but you leave it at that.

. ˚ ｡ ° ˖ ⁺ ｡ ˚ ⋆˙ ✧ ⋆ ˗ˋˏ ✩ ˎˊ˗ ⋆ ˙ ✧ ⋆ ｡ ° ⋆ ࿓ . ˚

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nunan-neomuyeppeoseo · 2 months

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jaemmphilia · 7 days

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heart stop (jung sungchan)

☾ featuring: gym bro! sungchan x m! artist! reader ☾ synopsis: sungchan gets to...sleep with his crush !! ☾ content: (3.3k words), smut (18+ mdni or i will kick you), the sex is protected in this one (gotta be responsible), consensual photo taking, honestly this is just standard smut, nothing special ☾ notes: PART TWO BABYYY, this is a special collab with kyu !!!! @luvkyu this is where the nasty, filthy magic happens ☾ jaemmphilia, 2024. plagiarism of any kind is forbidden.

part one (in case you missed it)

y/n stands at the edge of his bed, his hand holding his chin as he stares at the two sets of clothes laid out so nicely on his bed. his socked feet scratch his bare legs as he hums softly to himself.

y/n is aware that no one at the bonfire is going to care about what he's wearing, too occupied with cuddling close to the fire with their partners or crushes. and y/n is also aware that it's just an outfit, but he doesn't want to turn up to the function looking like hot garbage.

he considers the outfit on his left, but he realizes how much he likes the shirt on the right, it just doesn't go well with the pants on the left. he also considers going to seunghan's dorm and raiding the younger male's closet (seunghan has the best hoodies that smell amazing).

but then y/n's mind wanders to the reason why he's going to the bonfire in the first place.

sungchan.

he feels his face warm up at the thought of possibly snuggling close to sungchan as the light from the fire illuminates his strong features. sungchan's muscular arm wrapped around his shoulders as they whisper about whatever is on their minds.

y/n thinks about the way sungchan had given him a pat on the head just a hours ago, and it makes him chuckle. he doesn't know why sungchan went with a head pat, when there were plenty of other dismissal options in the entire world (a kiss on the cheek would've been less odd).

y/n just shakes his head and checks his phone. he has a few messages form seunghan, the other male announcing he would be barging into y/n's dorm in 5 minutes. y/n prepares himself for his best friend's presence, he quickly gets dressed and fixes his hair how it typically looks on a normal day.

when the two males arrive at the beach, bag of drinks in hand, they search around to see if there are any open seats for them to sit in.

"y/n! over here!"

y/n turns his head toward the voice calling his name and he sees shotaro, waving his hands and motioning for him to come over. y/n also notices eunseok and sungchan sitting next to him along with two empty chairs.

y/n smiles and walks over to the trio, seunghan right behind him. y/n picks the chair that's right next to sungchan, forcing seunghan to sit next to eunseok. y/n can see the pout on seunghan's face from his peripherals, but his eyes are on sungchan.

"we brought you guys some drinks," y/n says once he realizes he may have been staring for too long, "we didn't know if drinks would be provided, so we stopped at a 7-11 on our way here."

"y/n, ever the sweetheart. always thinking about others and not himself," shotaro says, bringing his clasped fits up under his chin and wiggling his body from side to side.

y/n stifles a laugh and shakes his head at his friend, "be quiet, taro," y/n chides his friend, reaching into the bag and passing a drink to sungchan to pass to shotaro.

as sungchan takes the can from y/n (he isn't looking at y/n, he's too busy listening to what eunseok is saying about some game), he feels his hand come in contact with something warm. he whips his head to look at the male beside him, his eyes staring intently into y/n's own pair.

sungchan just stares, his chilly fingertips laid gently on top of y/n's much warmer fingertips. shotaro snickers along with eunseok and he can faintly hear the shutter of a camera. he blinks and snaps out his lovestruck trance. he clears his throat and passes the drink down to shotaro who is still giggling like a schoolgirl. sungchan mutters a soft, 'shut up..' which only makes shotaro's giggles turn into full on cackles.

"i'm saving those pictures for a later day, b-t-w," shotaro says once his laughter dies down, and sungchan wishes he could just press the mute button on a remote and shut his friend up and save him from anymore embarrassment.

y/n just snickers and keeps passing the drinks around until there are no more. the group of five open their drinks and enjoy each others' company with light chatter and silly stories.

as the night goes on, there are laughs and happy energy shared between the five newfound friends. y/n checks his phone for the first time since they arrived a the bonfire, and he feels the color drain from his face. he gets up quickly, causing the other four guys to look at him with surprise and confusion.

"what's going on, babe?" shotaro asks, his brows furrowed at his friend's sudden frenzy.

y/n doesn't even acknowledge the pet name shotato insists on using. he's too busy digging his fingers into his eyes, a stressed groan falling past his lips.

"my roommate just texted that he was going to be bringing his long-distance boyfriend back to our dorm. so i can't go there tonight," y/n explains, leaning back in his chair, his head tipped back, exposing his neck muscles straining from the movement.

sungchan stares at the exposed skin of y/n's neck. he can't help but let his mind wander what the expanse of skin would look like with dozens of purple and red blotches littering the once clear skin.

sungchan is snapped out of his thoughts when he feels a pinch on his upper arm. he jerks his arm away and rubs at the sore spot as he looks at shotaro pointedly.

shotaro nods toward y/n, silently urging sungchan to offer his dorm and company to his crush. sungchan doesn't say anything for a second, his mind running a mile a minute at the thought of being with y/n in such a small place. he feels his stomach turn and he swallows the lump in his throat.

"you-" sungchan starts, his voice cracking but clears his voice before speaking again, "you can crash at my dorm tonight, my roommate is out of town for a few days."

y/n ponders the offer for a second. does he really want to be alone with his crush in a smaller space than he's used to? he weighs his options; he could either stay with seunghan, who tends to kick in his sleep and oftentimes talks in his sleep, or he could stay with sungchan and possibly get to know the muscular male better in the process.

after a moment of pondering, he replies:

"sure, it would probably be better than sleeping with seunghan, anyways."

"hey, that's mean, y/n!" seunghan defends, pointing a finger at the male who insulted him.

"i wasn't trying to be nice, hannie."

sungchan enters his dorm, y/n right behind him. he flips the light switch on, allowing y/n to get a good look at the room. y/n takes in his surroundings, taking note of the posters littering the walls. he sees a lot of sports posters and a few posters of musicians. as y/n's eyes look around, his eyes land on a little photo collage on the wall next to sungchan's bed.

he steps toward the bed to get a better look. he sees some landscape photos and some polaroid photos of shotaro and eunseok. a smile creeps onto his lips as he realizes that sungchan was the one to take the photos.

"i didn't know you did photography," y/n points out, making sungchan turn to the other male, "you're really good."

sungchan's cheeks grow pink at the compliment. not a lot of people are aware of his hobby, only his close friends and some of his family members.

"thanks. it's really just a hobby that i indulge in when i'm not in the gym or in class," sungchan explains, "i have more pictures. if you want to see them, that is."

"i would love to see them! besides, you've seen my art, i think it's only fair i get to see yours."

sungchan just chuckles and get his camera out of its bag. he powers the device on and waits for it to boot up. y/n marvels at the camera.

"woah, i didn't expect you to have a high quality camera. i figured you took them on your phone." y/n says, his eyes wide as he looks at the expensive camera.

"i mean, i like taking pics on my phone for portability reasons, but i like the outcome of the pictures way more when they're taken with this camera." sungchan explains, y/n letting out a soft 'oh' in understanding.

"i know how you feel. i have cheaper supplies available to me, but i like the outcome of the more expensive supplies better."

sungchan nods in agreement and he shows y/n the various pictures he's taken with his camera, the two of them sitting on sungchan's bed, their arms touching. neither of them seem to mind that their arms are touching because of how close they are.

once they get to the end of the photos, they look at each other and finally take in the proximity. sungchan stares into y/n eyes before his eyes automatically flit to the male's lips.

y/n takes notice of this and decides to lick his lips while sungchan stares. sungchan sucks in a breath, his eyes wide.

"is something wrong, channie?" y/n teases, and typically the nickname wouldn't turn him on, but the way y/n says it has sungchan's cock twitching in his pants.

"can i kiss you, y/n? i don't know if i can hold back any longer."

y/n just simply nods, and sungchan gathers up as much courage as he can, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips.

sungchan scoots closer and leans in to connect his lips with y/n's. the kiss starts out soft, their lips molding together for a moment before sungchan's hand comes up to cup y/n's jaw gently. sungchan's tongue swipes against y/n's plush bottom lip, the other male allowing him to slide the wet muscle inside his mouth.

the kiss only escalates from there, the male swapping spit and moaning into each other's mouths. sungchan pulls away and attaches his lips to y/n's neck, kissing the skin lightly. y/n just sighs, tipping his head to the side to give sungchan more room to work with. y/n slides his hands around to sungchan's back and he slides them under sungchan's hoodie, discovering that the male doesn't have a shirt on.

y/n lets his hands rub and grip at sungchan's muscular back. he feels the male nibble at the side of his neck and he moans softly at the feeling. it stings, but in a good way.

sungchan ends up lightly pushing y/n down to lay on the bed. sungchan is grateful that he and his roommate decided against putting their beds atop each other to make bunkbeds. if they had done that, sungchan would have definitely hit his head and possibly concussed himself before he was even able to touch his crush.

sungchan climbs over y/n and sits back on his heels. he quickly pulls off his hoodie, allowing y/n to see the one thing he dreamt about seeing. y/n takes in sungchan's bare torso, his skin the perfect honey color. y/n takes in the way sungchan's muscles ripple with every single movement he makes and y/n feels like he's drooling.

sungchan connects his lips with y/n's again, his arms on either side of the smaller male.

as they continue to make out on sungchan's bed, they take turns ridding each other of their clothes until the both of them are fully naked in front of each other.

as sungchan takes in y/n's naked form laid out on his bed, his eyes glance at his camera sitting on his bedside table. y/n notices that sungchan is looking at his camera and he already knows where sungchan's mind is going.

"i'll let you take one picture," y/n says, his hand reaching up to lightly pull sungchan's head to look at him, "if you keep it in a secret folder where no one can ever see it but you."

sungchan nods with out hesitation. he would hate to betray y/n's trust, especially before the two of them even had the chance to talk about their very obvious feelings for each other.

"yes, of course. i wouldn't dare show anyone something as intimate as this," sungchan says, reaching over to grab his camera and fiddle with the settings.

once he gets his settings exactly how he wants them, he holds his camera up to his eye to see what kind of angle he's looking for. sungchan gets into his photographer mode, his brows furrowed and his tongue poking out from between his lips.

y/n just giggles at the male, a soft smile painting his pretty face. sungchan quickly snaps a few pictures, capturing y/n's gentle smile and his eyes that are closed. y/n's wasn't posing purposely, he was just laying there on the bed, his body language comfortable, with this hardening length covered by his plush thigh.

sungchan removes the camera from his face and he takes a look at the results. his breath hitches and a warm feeling pools in his stomach. his cock stands at full hardness, which doesn't go unnoticed by y/n.

y/n sits up and reaches out to stroke sungchan's length. his hand wraps around the males cock, his up and down movements very slow, but his grip is snug.

sungchan almost doubles over, nearly dropping his camera. y/n apologizes with a laugh, his movements pausing while sungchan carefully puts his camera away.

once the camera is safe and sound, y/n begins to stroke the cock in his hand. he adjusts his position so he is able to wrap his lips around sungchan's cock. y/n bobs his head up and down, his tongue licking around the underside of sungchan's cock. his hands stroke whatever he can't fit in his mouth, and sungchan knows he isn't going to last if y/n keeps going.

sungchan shudders, a telltale sign that he's close to his release. sungchan places his hand on y/n's head and lightly grips at the male's strands of hair at his crown.

"y/n, baby," he sighs out, his head lolling backward, "baby, you have to stop before i bust."

y/n looks up at sungchan through his long lashes and detaches himself from sungchan's cock with a wet pop.

sungchan regains his composure and looks down at the male in front of him. y/n has drool mixed with precum gathered at the corners of his mouth and on his lips. sungchan gets the two of them back in their laying position, his hand snaking toward y/n's behind.

sungchan kisses y/n while his hand slips between the male's cheeks, his fingers gliding along y/n's rim. this action draws a shiver and a whine out of y/n, the male's eyes closing.

sungchan slips a finger passed the puckered muscle, taking note of how easy it was to do so. had y/n touched himself before the bonfire in hopes of getting fucked by him?

"my finger just slid right in," sungchan says after he stops kissing y/n, "did you prep yourself beforehand?"

y/n's face and neck gets warm at sungchan's question, he takes a second to answer, his mind clouded with sungchan, sungchan, and sungchan.

"i did, but not before the bonfire," y/n says, his voice shaky from the amount of pleasure he's under.

sungchan nods, slipping in another finger and spreading his digits to stretch the male (although he's stretched pretty good, what did he use?).

"you stretched yourself pretty good, baby. think you can take me?" sungchan teases, chuckling at how y/n writhes under him.

"channie, please," y/n begs.

"please what, baby? you gotta use your words."

"please fuck me, i can take it," y/n continues to beg and whine, his back arching off of the bed as his cock spurts precum from the tip.

sungchan wastes no more time, reaching over to dig in his bedside table's drawer to fetch his condoms and lube. once he retrieves the items, he tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls the rubber onto his cock.

he shuffles his way in between y/n's spread legs and guides his slick cock into y/n's entrance. the two of them let out moans in unison, sungchan's being deep and guttural, while y/n's was more whiny.

sungchan bottoms out and allows himself to really gauge his current situation. he's buried deep inside his crush, something he never thought he would ever get to experience. sungchan allows y/n to adjust to his length and once he notices the male begin to rut his hips, he starts to rock his hips forward.

sungchan hovers over y/n, his arms once again caging the male in. sungchan sets a normal pace, not too fast, but not slow either. sungchan is aware that y/n isn't a virgin and that he's fairly experienced in the sex department, but he doesn't want to overwhelm the male under him. this is their first time together and he doesn't want to ruin it by being greedy.

"you can pick up the pace, please," y/n says, his face twisted up with pleasure, but sungchan can tell that he wants more.

sungchan replies by rutting his hips at a quicker pace, his entire length disappearing inside y/n, making the two of them moan and groan together.

after a handful of thrusts, y/n starts to get even whinier and his grip on sungchan's bicep tightens. the male arches his back and his cock starts leaking, the whiteish liquid dribbling down the sides of his cock.

sungchan picks up the pace once again, his hips beginning to stutter as he feels that familiar band in his lower stomach stretching and finally snapping, spilling his load into the condom. y/n follows right after, his load splattering against his stomach, some of it landing on sungchan's lower stomach.

the sun beats into the window, the bright light shining right into sungchan's eyes, making him squeeze his eyes shut as he stirs. his body feels spent as he remembers what happened last night.

his arms also feel full and as he adjusts to the light, he sees y/n laying there in his arms, the male scrolling on his phone. sungchan can't quite see what the male is looking at, but he guesses it is either social media or pinterest.

"morning," y/n says as he feels sungchan stirring and waking up, "did the sun wake you up?"

sungchan hums an affirmative, his hand reaching up to rub at his eyes, his body stretching, muscles flexing. the early morning glow warms up the natural honey color of sungchan's skin, the shadows of the blinds making him look like a painting made by leonardo da vinci himself. he hears a camera shutter and he opens his eyes.

y/n is no longer in his arms, but he's laying across from him, his phone in front of his face as he wears a cheeky smile on his face. sungchan gives him a puzzled look and y/n just giggles.

"what? i needed a drawing reference," y/n explains himself, squealing when sungchan pulls him flush against his chest, his hands lightly grazing the male's skin and tickling him.

"i guess it's only fair because i took pictures of you last night," sungchan says, resting his chin on top of y/n's head.

y/n just nuzzles his face in sungchan's neck, his nose lightly rubbing the skin, making goosebumps form on the male's skin.

the two of them spend the morning cuddled up in bed, choosing to ignore their friends texts asking if they're both alive and if they're sore.

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THREE'S A CROWD — [preview].

SYNOPSIS. three of your friends fight for your affection, totally not because they like you— but simply because they can’t stand the idea of you liking someone else.

PAIRINGS. jung sungchan, park wonbin, hong seunghan x female! reader. GENRE. college! au, rom-com, reverse harem, just a bunch of arrogant and silly little boys in denial, a collection of italicized oh moments in succession, featuring the rest of riize and nct. WARNINGS. swearing, explicit language, mild possessiveness, so much petty and childish behavior, drinking, breaking and entering, may add more in the full fic. WORD COUNT. preview: 3.2k | full fic: est. 15-18k.

RELEASE DATE. november to december. TAGLIST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.

NOTE. i said i'd do it. so i did. i am. and i'm having so much fun writing another shitstorm of a harem so i hope you find this as fun as i do HAHAHHAHA. sick and tired of seeing nothing but smut under the riize x reader tag so here is my contribution to society. you're welcome.

preview under the cut.

THERE ARE CURRENTLY THREE HEADS IN THE MALE DORMITORY LOUNGE. One is Sungchan, tinkering with the foosball table by himself because the other two heads are refusing to play with him. Second is Wonbin laid comfortably on the couch, headphones on and using his lap as a drum set. Last is Seunghan, on the floor for some reason, and eyes trained intently on his phone with his thumbs tapping on the screen like a madman.

The number gets added when Sohee rushes in from the front door, a large McDonald’s paper bag in hand and four large cups of soda in the other. “Order’s here!” he announces. The three heads quickly pop up from their respective businesses and congregate to the dining corner of the room.

“Fuck,” Sungchan groans, following the scent of the warm, freshly cooked mcnuggets on the table. The other three are already seated and poking holes in their soda cups. Sungchan is still groaning like a zombie. The two open nugget boxes are enticing him. He won’t . He must not. “I can’t eat. I forgot I had dinner plans tonight.”

“With a girl?” Sohee asks. The number of nuggets is depleting by the second. If the rest of the guys come down, there will be none left for him.

“Yes,” Sungchan replies. He swallows hard. Wonbin takes the boot shaped chicken right before his very eyes. This is torture.

Seunghan scrunches his nose, mid-nugget. “Boo. You whore. It’s guys night. How can you do this to us?”

“A few nuggets can’t hurt,” says Wonbin. He pokes the box closer to Sungchan.

“You’re right. Move over.”

They snort at his flimsy conviction. Sungchan argues that he is simply experiencing the delicacies of both the east and the west tonight. You’re supposed to have Japanese with him tonight. There is nothing wrong with cross-cultural enjoyment. He is simply diversifying his palate.

“So, is it a date?” asks Seunghan.

“No. I’m just eating out with a friend.”

“Just the two of you?”

Wonbin raises a brow with the question. Sungchan counts the numbers in his head. “Yeah.” If he eats another nugget, then that would make it five. Five can be counted with only one hand. That isn’t a lot. This is fine.

“Oh man,” Sohee snickers. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s a date.”

“No way!” he defends, the fifth and final nugget stuffed in his mouth. Sungchan swallows before continuing, wiping his hand on the pile of tissue papers on the table. “It’s not a date. I mean, she did tell me that she has a little crush on me, but it’s not a date.”

The three don’t miss the slight curl of his lips— a bastard’s sly grin. It’s a date. It’s definitely a date. Seunghan gives him a hard smack on the back. “The girl has a crush on you, how is it not a date, you piece of shit?”

“Ow! Hey!” he glares at him. “It really isn’t! We even had a whole talk we’re keeping it strictly platonic. I’m not interested in her in that way and she knows that. I’m not doing anything wrong here!”

There’s both disappointment and judgment in Wonbin’s face. “Quit leading her on.”

Sungchan gasps. “I’m not!”

“Who is it anyway?” Sohee asks right before taking an obnoxious sip on his soda. “Maybe I know her.”

“Well, I doubt it,” he starts. “I’m pretty sure you guys don’t know her, but she’s—”

Your name stumbles out of Sungchan’s mouth. It falls quiet, save for Sungchan’s explanation that he met you through the soccer team’s captain, Nakamoto Yuta, and that he’s known you for around half a year now. You’re in different majors, but it turns out you have quite a lot of friends from his team, so you bump into each other a lot. Sungchan knew about your crush on him early into your acquaintanceship— which is why having dinner with you and just you isn’t, “and shouldn’t be that big of a deal! It’s not a date. Seriously.”

“Okay, it’s not a date,” Sohee relents. Sungchan nods proudly at his victory.

“Yes. It is not.”

“But you know what’s funny—” Sohee’s eyes move to Seunghan. “The girl you told me about has the same name. What a coincidence.”

Seunghan is sitting on the table like a mound of stone. He’s got a half-eaten nugget in his hands. He’s not putting it in his mouth. “That’s right,” he simply says. There’s a faraway look in his eyes. “That is pretty funny. What a coincidence.” Coincidence, Seunghan repeats in his head. Yes. It must be a coincidence. He nods to himself and throws the nugget remnants into his mouth, satisfied with that conclusion.

“What girl?” Wonbin rouses. Seunghan turns his head to him sharply.

“Oh,” he says. “A friend from highschool.”

“A friend that’s had feelings for him since highschool,” Sohee grins. “You said she was pretty. Why didn’t you two start dating?”

Is this the chicken’s fault? Why the heck does everything keep circling back to dating? “I don’t know. I’ve just never seen her in that light,” Seunghan explains. He doesn’t know why he’s getting riled up, but he is. “And just because someone confessed to you doesn’t mean they want to start dating. Dude, I feel like you’re the one that should go and find a date. Being single is getting to your head.”

Seunghan has been friends with you since eleventh grade, being classmates and all. You confessed to him early into grade twelve, and even though he didn’t return your feelings, it was never awkward because you never acted differently. In fact, sometimes he second guesses if it actually happened. Just a few days ago, he asked if you still like him to confirm. All you said was, “yeah, why?” and continued working on your assignment. That’s why sometimes he forgets. That’s why it’s not worth bringing up.

Until now, when your name suddenly keeps popping up. Wonbin utters the same. Seunghan and Sungchan’s head quickly snap towards him. “You guys aren’t talking about SM-ARTS Chairperson, right?”

SM-ARTS is an art organization in your university. It’s been a well known org since its foundation— half because of its achievements, half because of its stupid (smart) name. “That’s...yes, that is her.” Seunghan gets a bad feeling. A really bad fucking feeling, and it’s not just having too much unhealthy chicken nuggets from McDonald’s. “Why? Do you also know her?”

“Of course I do. I’m literally her Vice Chair,” Wonbin furrows his brows. This is strange. He’s been working with you since the beginning of the year and you’ve never mentioned a Jung Sungchan nor a Hong Seunghan before. What’s even stranger is their assertions that you have feelings for them. You. For them. It’s a ridiculous thought to entertain because, “she literally told me that he has a crush on me. What are you two talking about?”

Wonbin couldn’t get a more direct confession than yours. It’s typical for the rest of your org officers and members to tease the both of you— the snickers and hollers when you’d call him to discuss something in private, the teasing saying you two look good together. Hell, some of the kids even call you both mom and dad and it’s gone to the point where he’s told them off to quit it because you might be uncomfortable. But you’d always say, “it’s fine,” and “you didn’t mind,” with a sweet smile on your face. Now, he’s no stranger to those insinuations, and for the sake of your professional relationship, he needed your denial or agreement.

Turns out, you do have a crush on him.

So this has become very, very awkward.

“Maybe—” Sungchan stammers. “Maybe...maybe we’re each talking about a different person, maybe there’s actually three different— oh, hey. What are you doing here?”

Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

“Hey!”

The sound of your voice bouncing around the male dormitory walls feel foreign and jarring, especially after the conversation that had just transpired. You set down your bag on their couch, walking up to them with a bright smile that doesn’t match their vibe at all.

There’s tension in the air. A very thick and palpable tension and the three are exchanging glances and looks as if to say, ‘Go on. Go say hi to her first if she’s the girl you’ve been talking about.’

But you beat them to it. “Wow. I didn’t think you three knew each other!” you exclaim, skipping over to the dining corner where you find yourself in the gap between Sungchan and Seunghan. The two flinch at the closeness of your presence. Wonbin tightens his jaw. “Anyway, is Shotaro around? I need to talk to him about our trip this weekend, but he’s not replying.”

“He’s in his room. Upstairs. Fourth floor.”

It’s not a competition, but hearing how quickly the response falls out of Wonbin’s lips sure does makes it seem like it is. Sungchan has his mouth open, gives Wonbin a look, before closing it again. Seunghan never even got the chance, and Sohee is looking at the scene unfold like it’s a goddamned trashy movie.

“Great, thanks!” you beam. “Oh, and we’re still up for dinner tonight, right?”

They can’t go for another speed contest because the question is reserved for one person only— Sungchan, who seems to be caught off guard. “Yeah. Absolutely,” he manages to squeeze out. You smile.

“Sweet. Wonbin, have you prepared the documents I asked for tomorrow’s meeting?”

It’s like a question carousel. “I’ll send them later for you to review.”

“Perfect! Right, and Seunghan—” There goes another rotation. “Mind driving me to the reunion this Friday? Jaeha bailed on me at the last minute, that son of a bitch.”

Seunghan blinks at you, in a daze. “Sure.”

“Nice! And you—”

Your attention lands on the last person at the table. Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan didn’t expect you to even entertain him. “Sohee,” their friend fills in, a little taken aback. You flash him a bright grin.

“Sohee! Nice to meet you! Love your necklace. Very chic.”

For some reason the smile on Sohee’s face is annoying to the other three boys. “Thanks!” he says. “Have a nugget before you go.” They didn’t think it was possible, but somehow your face glows even brighter and you lean down, still between Seunghan and Sungchan, to pick up a piece from the box.

“Thought you guys would never offer. Thank you! I’ll see you around!”

With that you disappear up the stairs, and you take all the noise and the life in the room with you. It’s quiet. So quiet— almost like there’s a standoff. That is until Sohee clears his throat, still pink from the compliment you gave him, and says, “Well. Seems like she’s the same person.”

No fucking shit, she’s the same person. They can’t keep making excuses anymore.

Seunghan tries to play it off with a laugh. “I can’t believe you guys would lie and joke about her having a crush on you.” His laugh isn’t well taken by the other two. It spirals down to shit all too quickly.

“What do you mean ‘lie’?” Wonbin narrows his eyes.

Sungchan hollers in. “Yeah, if anything, you’re the one that’s lying! You and him both!”

“Why would I lie?!” Seunghan protests.

“I don’t know— maybe because you’re jealous that she likes me and not either of you?”

Before they can start throwing fists, Sohee interrupts by making himself the collective target. “Have you guys considered,” he starts, hands solemnly pressed together above the crumb littered table. “That she might have a tinge of feelings for all three of you? Not just one?”

They pause in consideration. It takes them five seconds to brush him off.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“No way.”

“Why would she?”

Sohee sighs and gives up. He hears a set of footsteps rushing down and hopes it’s you, so that his three friends would finally quit it. It is you, and Sohee lifts up. Your timing is impeccable. He’s almost convinced you’ve been listening the whole time.

“Hey,” you greet them once again, flashing a smile once, before going off to retrieve your bag from the couch. The three quiet down instantaneously and have resigned to glaring at each other in seething silence. Seunghan isn’t very good at glaring at people, so he reorganizes his strategy instead.

“How’s the thing with Taro hyung?” he asks, twisting his chair to face you better. Sungchan and Wonbin give him a dirty look. That bastard. He’s even considering body language into play.

“Oh! The trip is canceled.” You sling your bag over your shoulder. “So my Sunday has been cleared. Do you guys want to make plans?”

Crap.

You just tossed them a bone.

Sohee is sure this isn’t gonna end pretty.

“Why don’t we go on a date?”

All eyes are wide. Their heads snap in the direction of Wonbin— the fast bastard. His expression is nonchalant, but his shaking knee from under the table says otherwise. “There’s a contemporary art exhibit opening downtown. Let’s check it out together,” This bitch, Sungchan’s expression seems to say. Seunghan’s disappointment seeps through the air.

“Like. A date, date?” you confirm, eyes batting expectantly, as if you have a barrier against the palpably sour and rotten mood flooding the room in ominous swirls.

“Yeah,” Wonbin confirms. He’s lucky you’re too far away to notice the sweat dripping down his neck. “Is...is that a problem? You said you liked me. Why don’t we give it a shot?”

All hell breaks loose the moment you entertain them with flustered cheeks and a shy smile.

“No! Don’t go!” Sungchan’s had it. He can’t take this anymore. “If there’s anyone you should be going out with, it should be me! You like me! Not them!”

Seunghan has left his seat and has scrambled over to you. Wonbin and Sungchan’s eyes widen. They aren’t letting him do this. They quickly follow suit but Seunghan already has a firm hold on your arms and is looking deep into your eyes. He’s put up an invisible barrier. Fuck, that sneaky bastard.

“Were you actually serious when you said that you had a crush on me since eleventh grade?” His voice cracks. If he’s trying to tap into your pity, then it’s definitely fucking working. “But why are these two saying you like them? What about us?! Am I nothing to y—”

Your index finger finds its way over Seunghan’s lips. Silence befalls. Your blank face settles into a sound smile.

“Well,” you pry Seunghan’s hands off you, still smiling pleasantly at all of them. What is this ominous feeling? Why doesn’t it seem like you’re actually smiling at them? “As far as I remember, none of you returned my confessions.”

It’s like a hammer hits all three of them at once.

“And I still like you Seunghan. We literally talked about it the other day.” You gave him a two word answer then brushed him off your essay. That was hardly a conversation. Seunghan feels wronged beyond words.

“How—how about me?”

You look over to Sungchan, who looks arguably like a kicked puppy. “What about you?”

“Well,” he clears his throat, a faint blush coating his ears. “Do you still, uh, have feelings for me too, or—”

“Sungchan, do you think I’d have kept asking you to have dinner alone with me every week if I didn’t like you?” He blinks. Beside him, Wonbin points a finger to himself. You let out a breath. “I’d be blind and tasteless if I wasn’t into you, Wonbin. Especially after working closely together since the beginning of the year. Why are you guys asking me this?”

Sohee has stopped liking all these ominous periods of silence because they’re signs that even more chaos is about to ensue. His three friends’ eyes look empty and hollow as they stare at you. Oh god, they’re far gone.

“So,” Wonbin starts.

“You like us,” Seunghan follows.

“Like all three of us,” Sungchan finishes.

You give them a smile reminiscent of a kindergarten teacher feeling a swell of pride after her student finishes reciting the alphabet. Sohee feels sympathy pains for his friends. “Yup. I also have a crush on Johnny from med, but he’s graduating soon, so that’s a bummer. Oh! And our TA Jung Jaehyun! He has the face of a god!” Oh, dear. You stomp on them then finish it off with a spit on their faces. Sohee bites his lip, feeling both horrendously bad and curious as to how this shitshow will conclude.

The three simmer in silence. You give them a raised brow.

“Why? Is there a problem?”

Oh, there’s a fucking problem, alright.

“Why are you guys looking at me like that? I did confess to all three of you saying I have a crush on you, but I never said I was in love with you.”

Well, damn.

Neither of them like you like that, but that shit hurt for no fucking reason.

“Don’t think too much of it, sillies! And I don’t get why you’re all so affected when you’re the ones who didn’t return my feelings.”

Your laughter is poison and your smiling face is tearing them apart. You’re heartless. You’re a devil disguised as an angel. You’re from the deepest depths of hell and have come to earth for the sole reason of tooth-achingly sweet and strawberry scented torment. If they can fall to their knees right now, they would, but their pride is tattered enough already— ripped to shreds by your unapologetic bluntness and honesty.

“Anyway, since I already have plans with the three of you within the week, Sungchan’s later this evening—” The man in question is pouting. He’s pouting very hard when your eyes skip over him, and zones into the person that’s been quiet this entire time. “Sohee! Wanna go bowling with me and my bio friends this Sunday?”

That was a bomb. A large and dangerous bomb. “Sure?” Sohee responds unknowingly. You give them one last sweet smile of torture before finally leaving.

“Great! Get my number from any of them. I have to go meet some people. Later! Thanks for the snack!”

With that, you leave them behind, but not without a trace of disaster. Once they’ve confirmed you’re gone and out, signaved by the tight shutting of the door, Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan look at each other. Then at Sohee. Then back at the closed door once more.

It’s quiet again. They don’t need to talk to settle with three mutual conclusions.

One. Sohee isn’t getting shit after the emotional massacre they went through. He can go crawl and scavenger for your number elsewhere for all they care.

Two. There’s no doubt. They all know you and you all know them. This is something they can’t ignore anymore, so they have to figure out how to behave in case a run in like this happens again,

And three—

You like them. All three of them. At the same time.

Their pride can’t stand the idea of sharing that affection. Absolutely not. Therefore three must drop down to one. Sungchan, Wonbin, and Seunghan are dead set on making sure that that one is going to be him.

THREE'S A CROWD. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

#riize x reader #riize x you #riize imagines #jung sungchan x reader #sungchan x reader #park wonbin x reader #wonbin x reader #hong seunghan x reader #seunghan x reader #sungchan x you #wonbin x you #seunghan x you #riize scenarios #riize fluff #sungchan imagines #wonbin imagines #seunghan imagines

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connieslover · 6 months

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⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ࿐ headcanons of how the riize members would act when they're crushing on you

☆ idol!reader x idol!riize

osaki shotaro

★ he would try SOOOO hard to try and not look at you... like he sees you and your group walking to the middle of the stage and he's hiding behind sungchan trying to sneak a glance

★ when your group is performing he'd bop his head and sing your lines

★ would try and learn your dances every time you have a comeback

★ you bowed at him once and his smile grew even larger if that was even possible. Like. he'd just be thinking about that one interaction throughout the whole event

song eunseok

★ super super discrete about his crush that even the members don't know (right until sohee teased him and eunseok got super angry)

★ the only time he'd stare at you is if you were on the screen and he'd look so stoic but on the inside, he'd be squealing about how gorgeous you looked

★ every time you pass by him he'd hold his breath for some reason

★ constantly checks if yours and his group's comeback schedules aligned and whenever it did he'd cheer, happy that he had a chance to see you

jung sungchan

★ he's super friendly and kind so he'd smile and greet you every chance he has

★ dances along to your songs whenever you perform

★ one time he accidentally bumped into you because he didn't see you and he panicked, ran, and got embarrassed

★ he'd try and find a chance to stay back longer during award show endings/music show encores just to be around you and see you

park wonbin

★ GODD the first time you met eye contact he was so quick to look away and you were afraid he hated you or something... just because of the way he was staring at you like 0_0

★ will try to position himself so that he's standing near you/your group

★ tries to be slick at sneaking glances at you but miserably fails because anton always calls him out

★ though he doesn't smile often in public, whenever you passed by he'd try his best to smile at you

hong seunghan

★ lowkey grits his teeth whenever he sees you interacting with another male idol that's not him

★ accidentally outs himself as a fan of your group on a variety show

★ every time you show up on screen he would be so in awe like he'd stop dancing/singing and just stare in silence

★ gets so excited whenever the two of you share a small interaction like bowing at each other

lee sohee

★ he is rarely speechless and the first time he saw you...he couldn't form words and speak properly

★ would become more energetic every time he knows that you're around

★ whenever there's a random play dance session and your song plays he'd jump out of his seat

★ the members would tease and nudge him whenever your group was around and his ears would flush red

lee chanyoung

★ oh my cutie patootie anton would shrink himself whenever you passed by him

★ finds the opportunity to glance at you from time to time but he wouldn't make it obvious

★ memorizes your lines, he would listen to your songs on repeat all-day just to hear ur voice

★ smiles to himself whenever he sees you on screen and the members r just like... Awww our maknae is so crushing

#riize #riize imagines #riize oneshots #fluff #wonbin #sohee #seunghan #eunseok #sungchan #shotaro #anton #idol x idol #riize x idol #cute #kpop

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star-suh · 7 months

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Let me just request a top sungchan fict cuz we ain’t have a lot of it

And They Were Roommates, a short story.

jung sungchan x male reader

cw: college au, top virgin sungchan, sungchan's first time protected to unprotected sex, breeding, multiple rounds, reader is one year younger than sungchan.

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y/n and sungchan are friends but the first didn't thought they were that close until that day. "can you please teach me how to fuck?" bluntly asked the older making y/n spat his water, "what the fuck did you just said?". after some begging and being so annoying y/n accepted the offer "ok i would help you, but you have to buy me food next week. all days" the happy guy accepted, deep down he always wanted to have hus first time with y/n, he doesn't know it yet but man's in love with the younger.

soon y/n would regret granting sungchan's wish "you feel so good y/n, i want more of you" begged the older "i want you, i want to keep fucking you until next morning", y/n's body was full of hickeys and marks, he was facing the matress that muffled his moans and whines "i c-can't ta-take it anymore" cried y/n, face and neck flushed "of course you can prince, look at you taking me so well"... used condoms scattered all over the bedroom, sungchan has used all the box with none left he just fucked y/n raw, filling him with his thick cum "you like the feeling of my cum inside you right?. i have a bit more for you. you just milked me dry" moaned the guy. "i… i didn't think…you had much stamina" answered tiredly y/n "if… you stop now i'll l-let you fuck me again…" the older cheered "but only two rounds maximum. m-my…. my ass needs to recover" sungchan opened y/n's ass cheeks and looked at the abused redish hole "i'm sorry, i think i got carried away" he says shyly lifting y/n, hugging him and kissing his forehead. "acting shy and cute now when a few minutes ago he was a complete beast? woah the duality!" thought y/n.

#jung sungchan x male reader #sungchan x male reader #riize x male reader #male reader smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #sungchan x male reader smut

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myscenic · 10 days

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No way I reached 100 followers?!!!?!?😭

Tysmm<33 ty for liking my works, it means a lot to me🥹 I'd never thought so many ppl would read my fics ijbol

But anyways my sungchan fic is very close to being finished and will be released between this week and next week!

Ty again for everything<3

#scenaresponse🧸#kpop fanfic #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #kpop x male reader smut #riize x male reader #jung sungchan x male reader #sungchan x male reader

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wnobin · 3 months

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NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰

petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader

series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.

series masterlist

part six: On my way!

wonbin slumped over on the couch, exhausted and breathing heavily as anton shoved his phone in his face. “park wonbin! how do you feel beating jung sungchan’s ass?” staring blankly at the younger male who had a wide grin on his face, he covered the camera with his hand. “get that camera out of my face or you’re next.” anton nervously giggled, backing away to review the footage with seunghan and sohee, who sat far away from wonbin, scared that wonbin would come after him next.

as dramatic as the fight sounded, it was barely even considered a fight. the only injury sustained was a small scratch to sungchan’s forearm. the only reason the fight was over was due to wonbin pulling a muscle while attempting to pull sungchan’s hair again. sungchan laid down on the floor, sweaty and chest rising up and down as he breathed, shotaro sitting next to him and brushing his bangs out of his face. “can’t believe you’re both fighting because of a girl.”

“woah woah woah, we didn’t fight because of y/n, we fought because sungchan’s a big mouth!”

“am not! i didn’t beat you up even after finding out about the flower pot incident! if anything, we’re even now.”

“he’s right. can the both of you be civil now?” eunseok hits the back of wonbin’s head, forcing the both of them to apologise to each other (reluctantly) like little kids. “what’re you gonna do now? are you gonna ask her out?”

wonbin let out a groan and rubbed his face remembering that you now knew that he was absolutely obsessed with you. “i don’t even know. what if she doesn’t feel the same? we haven’t even spent that much time together.”

“then spend time with her. didn’t you say she invited you to dinner?”

“yeah, but— hey, hands off, you greedy bitch.” wonbin caught sungchan trying to sneak a packet of chocolates from the bag of treats you gave to him, attempting to snatch the bag from him. “you beat me up. i deserve this.”

the rest of the guys went out to get dinner while wonbin stayed back in the dorm, tired out from the events of the day. he laid down in the comfort of his bed, head turning to stare at the paper bag of treats you got for him with a small heart drawn on the front of the bag. holding his phone up, he stared at your chat, unsure of what to say.

sorry about what happened, sungchan was just joking around. well he couldn’t send that because that would be lying. wonbin groaned in frustration, unsure of how to approach the topic or if he should even bring it up. there’s a chance you didn’t hear him at all. before he could retype his message for the nth time, his phone dropped on his face and he let out a soft ouch. picking up his phone, he froze, seeing your contact pop up on the screen as the phone rang. he must’ve accidentally pressed the call button when the phone hit his face.

fuck shit fuck how do i cancel this call??

“wonbin?” you picked up after 2 rings, as if you were expecting his call. “um, hey y/n…! sorry, i didn’t mean to call you,” wonbin internally facepalmed himself, embarrassed of the way his voice cracked. “oh… i see. i’ll just hang up then. goodnight!”

“no, stay! i mean, we can talk if you’re not busy doing anything now.”

“mm, okay. how was your day, bin?” your voice was soft and comforting, like music to his ears after such a long day of classes and fighting with sungchan. he told you all about his long lectures and how his professors kept picking him out to answer questions during every single one of his classes. you listened intently, giggling whenever wonbin’s voice would get higher when he was especially irritated by a situation. “it’s like they’re all out to get me. and for what? because i showed up late to the first day of lessons? it wasn’t even my fault, how was i supposed to know that classroom 73A and classroom 73 aren’t the same?! and that was months ago, they should get over it.” you couldn’t help but to burst out laughing, listening to wonbin whine like a kid. you told him about how your day wasn’t that good either, getting stopped during security check and getting your bag further inspected during the flight back. “they probably thought i was smuggling drugs or something but i just wanted to bring back snacks…” wonbin could hear your pout through the phone, a smile creeping onto his face.

“sounds like we both had a hard day. i think we definitely deserve a treat. so how about that dinner you promised me some time next week?”

“we’re on.”

taglist: @istphanie @snowyseungs @nyuoqi @myizhous @jhskluv @babigriin @revehosh @acidwon @fourthirtyone-am @bunni

#riize #riize fluff #riize imagines #riize x reader #park wonbin #riize smau #riize wonbin #riize wonbin x reader #wonbin fluff #wonbin imagines #wonbin smau #wonbin x reader #wonbin

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mins-fins · 30 days

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brownies.

&&. two totally "just friends" and a cute singing duet.

pairing: song eunseok x m!reader

genre: fluff fluff, comedy(?), eighth!member reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1k

notes: guys i love eunseok 🙁 like.. i love eunseok so much 😞 but but hes not my riize bias!! #SHOTARO4LIFE yeah uh anyway, third(?) riize work ever and im going to be honest.. its kinda cute like i dont wanna give myself too much credit or anything but this is genuinely so cute and adorable and um.. i wrote this to feed my own delusions and help the dry riize male reader tag 👍

you are a different level of calm, your fans had just realized, and to prove it, here you are, watching your members go crazy as you peacefully eat your brownies.

"y/n! sing love, maybe by melomance!" shotaro suddenly yells out, glancing over at the still quiet you as you continue to chew on your brownies. you snicker at the words, a dumb smile coming to your face. "i don't know the lyrics" yeah, that's a lie, you sang it before for an evaluation, but that's a secret you prefer to hide.

"there's no way! didn't you perform it once for an evaluation when we were trainees—" you place your finger on jung sungchan's lips with a small grimace, hoping that none of the fans watching the live heard the words. "my voice isn't warmed up yet, chan. bear with me, hm?"

sending a knowing look to your fellow 01 liner, you calmly leave his personal space and make your way back to your plate of brownies, but your members seem to be adamant on the request, seeing how you haven't sang since the whole live started.

"c'mon n/n! seok will even duet with you if you like!"

"no thank you".

"please! i'll make you more brownies!"

"...how many more brownies?"

"five!"

"..fine, you have a deal".

the eldest of riize grins at his victory, nodding his head to seal the deal with you. "alright! so two songs for five more brownies?" you stare at your older member, contemplating whether to accept the offer.

"fine, what's the other song though?"

"spring breeze?"

"and sing it with eunseok hyung!" anton cheers, chuckling in excitement as he watches you sigh in defeat. "why do you guys want me to sing so bad?" you mumble, clearing your throat as you allow seunghan to pull you to your feet. you feel shotaro drag you to the center, and you swear your soul left your body in that very moment.

"goddamnit.."

"it's just two songs y/n" says wonbin, who seems to come out of nowhere. he laughs upon seeing your defeated sigh, and leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek.

you groan in faux annoyance at the kiss you received from your friend. "ugh, stop kissing my cheeks, i swear wonbin" the 02 liner chuckles lightly, pressing another one to spite you more. you yelp, wriggling your way out of the younger's embrace, hurrying your way over to the eldest of riize.

"let's just get this over with".

eunseok quickly took wonbin's place instead, his hands instinctively coming up to wrap around your waist. rubbing off the kiss marks wonbin had left with his thumb, the song raises an eyebrow in mild confusion. "where did you..?"

"park wonbin".

the second eldest chuckles in wry amusement, shaking his head as he continues to gently rub the kiss marks off. it was proven to be unsuccessful, so eunseok does what any sane person would do.

he huffs and replaces the kiss marks with his own.

you grimace, leaning your head away from eunseok, but the song just tightens his embrace. in the end, you just gave up, accepting the fact that you can't stop his onslaught of kisses.

"let's go!" shotaro's sudden english outburst snaps you out of your daze, he hands you a microphone, raising an eyebrow at the display.

"yeah.."

you are not looking forward to this.

you in fact did not like the outcome of your deal with the devil. (do note the sarcasm, shotaro is anything but the devil.) but at least eunseok was there to back you up, quite literally, because the song was seemingly attached to you, but you didn't mind; busy being fed the brownies the eldest had baked for you.

"hmph— hurmp!"

"eunseok, i think he's trying to say he wants you to stop temporarily" shotaro was kind enough to speak up, noticing your struggle, and you thank the lords. the song hums in mild amusement as he finally lets go of you, stopping with his continuous onslaught of brownie feeding.

you swallow the rest of the brownie in your mouth before speaking, "god, eunseok. that messed up my esophagus.."

you cough and reach out for some water, to which anton handed to you right away. "i thought you were hungry?" it was quite clear eunseok was enjoying constantly teasing you, and you frown.

you're tempted to flip off your 'friend'. "if you don't stop i'll literally—" just then, sohee came bounding in with a bright smile. "spring breeze!!" you had no choice but to pat his head before taking the microphone.

you knowingly send a look to the older, who gets the message instantly, you bring the mic up to your lips as the song starts. "is it you, the spring wind that blows in half a year, my heart is warm, will you come today. when the sun rises, it just seems to have disappeared".

you laugh to yourself, a small smile making it's way to your lips as you make eye contact with the camera—over dramatizing your performance. "somewhere, somehow, let's meet someday, i'm loneliness, still short, you can grow a little, 'cause i'm better at waiting than loving someone you come to me like the spring breeze".

you feel a familiar arm rest on your shoulder before a certain someone closes the gap between your bodies. "your face, your tone, everything, i miss you so i always wait".

you let eunseok do his thing, hand subconsciously coming up to rest around the older's waist. "somewhere, somehow, let's meet someday, i'm loneliness, still short, you can grow a little, 'cause i'm better at waiting than loving someone you come to me like the spring breeze" eunseok places his chin on your shoulder, not even making direct eye contact with you.

"so that my winter can end— we really love each other, you come to me like the spring breeze".

eunseok buries his face in your shoulder to hide the smile that was currently growing on his face before speaking, voice a little muffled. "can't believe your singing this" you chuckle as you lower the microphone. "and with you, huh?"

song eunseok makes sure to smack the shit out of your arm.

#song eunseok #eunseok #riize #riize eunseok #riize imagines #riize drabbles #riize scenarios #riize fluff #eunseok riize #eunseok imagines #eunseok fluff #riize x reader #riize x male reader #song eunseok x reader #song eunseok x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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NCT Masterlist

Last Updated: 9 October 2023

Mini Key:

Fluff = [F] Angst = [A] Smut = [S] Comedy/Crack = [C] Drama = [D] 🔏 = Completed Series 🖋 = On-Going ⏱ = On Hiatus ╳ = Discontinued ♀︎ = Female Pronouns ♂︎ = Male Pronouns ⚧ = Gender Neutral/Non Binary Pronouns ⚲ = No Pronouns Used * = Just Added as of last update

Please refer to #crys updates tag to see if I’m currently working on the series you’re reading! As my priority changes monthly and I often ask my followers at the end of the month to see what they would like me to prioritize for the upcoming month!

[Other Groups Masterlist] | [Timestamp Masterlist] | [AMMs Masterlist]

Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

⚲Headcanons - As your college boyfriend | {University AU} (OT23) [F]

♀︎ Reaction - The Infatuation Boys reacts to you trying to escape | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [A/D]

⚲Headcanons - Cuddling with the Infatuation Boys | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [F]

⚲Headcanons - From Home Unit as Long Distance Relationships | {No Specified AU} (From Home Unit) [F]

♀︎ Reaction - The Infatuation Boys React to You Breaking Up With Them | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [A/D]

♀︎ ^Part 2 | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [A/D]

♀︎ Reactions - The Infatuation boys react to being your first | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny) [S/F]

♀︎Headcanons - With their Kids | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin, Jungwoo, Sungchan, Johnny, Renjun) [F]

One-Shots/Drabbles

Collection of Drabbles - ♀︎🔏 23 Days of NCT (Year 1) | {Christmas AU?} (NCT x Reader) [F]

Collection of Drabbles - ⚲🔏 22 Days of NCT (Year 2) | {Christmas AU?} (NCT x Reader) [F]

*Drabble - ♂︎ I'm Not the Girl Next Door! | {No Specified AU} (Sungchan x Reader) [A, F]

*Collection of Drabbles - ⚲🖋 NCT Spooky Season | {Various AUs} (NCT x Reader) [F, C, A]

Series

⚲╳ Glitched | {Hacker AU} (Unknown x Reader) [A] | In which you score an internship at a prestigious lab that many can only dream of but, soon, you find yourself in the middle of something sinister.

♀︎🔏 Prominence Season 1 | {Social Media AU; Idol AU; Added NCT Unit AU} (NCT x Reader; Park Seonghwa x Reader) [C, F, A] | In which you’re part of a new NCT unit and you try to navigate the confusing and fast-paced career of being an idol, and you juggle a relationship with Park Seonghwa on top of it.

♀︎🔏 Prominence Season 2 | {Social Media AU; Idol AU; Added NCT Unit AU} (NCT x Reader; Park Seonghwa x Reader) [C, F, A] | In which you continue to question your career choices, but, hey, at least you’re having fun!

♀︎🖋 Infatuation | {University AU} (Suh Johnny x Reader; Kim Jungwoo x Reader, Na Jaemin x Reader, Jung Sungchan x Reader) [A] | In which you’ve suddenly become the center of a stranger’s love, one which develops into a full blown obsession.

Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

♀︎Scenario - Prince!Jaehyun tries to win over your heart but you’re shy | {Royalty AU} (Prince!Jaehyun x Princess!Reader) [F]

♀︎Scenario - The 127 Members argue about who is (Y/N)’s Favorite | {Mafia AU} (All Members) [C]

⚧Scenario - You failed an exam and you’re sad about It but the 127 boys think someone hurt you | {Mafia AU} (All Members) [C]

⚧Scenario - The 127 Members have been working hard for a while now, and you figured that the best way to pay them back is by making them food! | {Mafia AU} (All Members) [C]

♀︎Scenario - You knew there would be some negative aspects to dating an Idol, but it never really got to you until now, good thing your boyfriend is one of the most caring Idols out there | {Idol AU} (Idol!Taeyong x Non-Idol!Reader) [A, F]

⚲Reactions - NCT 127 Reacts to their S/O Being Really Clumsy | {No AU Specifed} (All Members) [F]

♀︎ Scenario - You’re an Idol in a Secret Relationship with your Manager and Mark’s a Staff Member | {Shifting Towards You AU} (Staff!Mark x Idol!Reader ft. Manager!Yangyang) [A/D]

⚲ Reactions - NCT 127 Reacting to the Date Night Prank | {No Specified AU} (WayV x Reader) [F/C]

⚲ Scenario - Idol!Taeyong and Idol!Reader Finally Meet After Being Fans of Each Other | {Idol AU} (Taeyong x Reader) [F]

One-Shots/Drabbles

♀︎ When the Clock Strikes Twelve | {Royalty AU} (Prince!Jaehyun x Princess!Reader) [F] | In which you have created a bit of a reputation of being “insatiable” when, really, you’re just too shy to reveal your true feelings.

⚲ It’s Saturday Night | {Mafia AU} (Mafia Boss!Johnny x Reader) [F, A] | In which you find out who your best friend really is after a series of unfortunate events.

⚲ Shifting Towards You | {No Specified AU} (Mark x Reader) [F, A] | In which you have a relationship with the famous Mark Lee but somehow, together, you both make it work.

♀︎ Lavenza | {Scientist AU} (Taeyong x Reader) [F, A, D] | In which you are the wife of the once renowned scientist Lee Taeyong who seems to be harboring a secret from you, after all, science has been long outlawed.

⚲ Crescendo | {Rock Band AU} (Jungwoo x Reader) [C, R] | In which you and your two best friends attend a concert for an opening act barely anyone’s heard of, but somehow you still have a night to remember.

⚲ Fresh-Baked | {No Specified AU} (Taeil x Reader) [F, A] | In which a pastry from a coffee shop tells a story you could only dream of.

♀︎ Photograph | {No Specified AU} (Platonic! Mark and Yangyang x Reader) [A] | In which your two best friends reminisce and regret a time long past.

⚲ Thrill Ride | {No Specified AU} (Mark x Reader) [F] | In which you meet someone who’s equally as terrified of roller coasters as you and it oddly becomes rather comforting.

⚲ My Universe | {Non-Idol AU, Villain AU} (Mark x Reader ft. Taeyong) [A, F] | In which you don't think you deserve a man as perfect as Mark.

⚲ (Friendly) Competition | {Non-Idol AU, University AU} (Doyoung x Reader) [F] | In which you and Doyoung are academic rivals.

Series

⚲🖋 Midnight Coffee | {Coffee Shop AU} (Platonic!127 x Reader) [F, A] | In which you run a coffee shop that’s only open from midnight to sunrise, a café where you realize that the only thing more peculiar about it’s operating hours is the people who frequent it.

⚲🖋 Witch for Hire | {Witchcraft AU, Magic AU, Supernatural AU} (Multiple Groups x Witch!Reader) [D,C,R] | In which you’re a witch for hire who takes on jobs that are of your interest, although, some of these travels may prove more perilous than you anticipated.

Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

♀︎Scenario - You’re dating Jaemin and you just moved in to a new apartment, luckily the rest of the Dreamies have arrived to help build your Ikea furniture | {Idol NCT Dream; Non-Idol Reader} (Na Jaemin x Reader ft. the Dreamies) [F, C]

⚧Scenario - Chenle’s just a little jealous about the fact that you get along well with the other Dream members | {Established Relationship AU} (Chenle x Reader) [A, F]

⚧Scenario - You and Renjun broke up back when you were sixteen since he decided to join SM, and now that you’re both twenty, very little has changed | {Exes to Lovers AU} (Renjun x Reader) [A, F]

⚧Scenario - Dream argues about who (Y/N)’s favorite is | {Mafia AU} (NCT Dream x Reader) [C]

♀︎ Scenario - Yandere!Jaemin reacts to you running into Renjun while you’re both out | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F/D]

⚲ Reactions - NCT Dream + Shotaro and Sungchan as Blind Dates | {No Specified AU} (NCT Dream, Shotaro, Sungchan x Reader) [F/C]

⚲ Headcanons - What Dating Super Hero!NCT Dream is Like… | {Superhero AU; Locked and Reloaded AU} (NCT Dream x Reader) [F]

♀︎ Blurb - Soft!Yandere!Jaemin Things | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F/D]

♀︎ Blurb - More Yandere!Jaemin Things| {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F/D]

♀︎ Scenario - Slow Dancing with Yandere!Jaemin | {Infatuation AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [F]

One-Shots/Drabbles

One Shot - ♀︎Lion Heart | {Bad Boy AU; Mafia AU) (Mafia Boss!Dad!Jaehyun x Daughter!Reader; Bad Boy!Jaemin x Reader) [F, A] | In which your long time crush has a bad habit of dating around, and you can’t for the life of you figure out what his intentions with you are.

Drabble - ♀︎ Photograph | {No Specified AU} (Platonic! Mark and Yangyang x Reader) [A] | In which your two best friends reminisce and regret a time long past.

Drabble - ⚲ Thrill Ride | {No Specified AU} (Mark x Reader) [F] | In which you meet someone who’s equally as terrified of roller coasters as you and it oddly becomes rather comforting.

Drabble - ⚲ Break(ing) | {University AU} (Renjun x Reader) [F] | In which you and Renjun are top of the class and he's stressing over finals and you're not.

*Drabble - ⚲ "The gods must be angry. I sense a storm brewing." | {Medieval AU} (Jaemin x Reader) [C] | In which his rival challenges him to a duel.

Series

♀︎⏱ Locked and Reloaded | {Marvel AU} (NCT Dream x Reader) [Action, Light Comedy] | In which you and your team of misfits are recruited from another dimension to build a machine that can traverse the multiverse, the only problem is that apparently you didn’t come alone.

⚲⏱Dinner for Two | {Non-Idol AU; Chef AU} (Na Jaemin x Reader) [Fluff, Romance, Light Comedy] | In which you meet a disgraced chef who is looking for nothing more than to perfect a certain dish, one that you’d apparently and unknowingly mastered yourself for the sake of your older brother(s).

Reactions/Scenarios/Headcanons/Imagines

♀︎Scenario - Sicheng’s ex fucked him over when she broke up with him, and the rest of the WayV frat’s been trying to get him to hook up with someone, which was unsuccessful until you came along | {College AU} (Winwin x Reader) [F, S]

♀︎Scenario - You’ve just moved into your new apartment, which was a total score since rent was so cheap, little did you know that the reason for that was because of your neighbors | {Non-Idol AU} (ft. One Night Stand!Kun x Reader) [C, A]

♀︎Scenario - You’re best friends with Xiaojun and the rest of the Members keep teasing you two about dating, but you like things as they are | {Idol WayV AU / Non-Idol Reader AU / Best Friends AU} (Best Friend!Xiaojun x Reader ft. Yangyang) [C, F]

♀︎Scenario - You and Hendery are both mentors for a Produce 101-esque show, and while he’s gone you hear some of the trainees bad-mouthing him | {Mentor AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, A]

♀︎Scenario - BestFriend!Yangyang Introduces you to the rest of WayV, but Ten, who came in late, isn’t convinced of who you are | {Idol!WayV / NonIdol!Reader AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [A]

⚧MTL - To Date/Befriend a Wheelchair User | {No Specified AU} (All Members) [F]

⚲ Scenario- Languages of Love | {No Specified AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F]

⚲ Reactions - WayV Reacts to Accidentally Walking in During Your Zoom Meeting/Class | {No Specified AU} (WayV x Reader) [F/C]

One-Shots/Drabbles

Drabble - ♀︎ Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing | {Mafia AU} (Kun x Reader) [A] | In which you find out your perfect boyfriend hasn’t been completely honest with you.

One Shot - ♀︎ Covalence | {University AU} (Kun x Reader) [F, A, S] | In which you meet the love of your life in the most unexpected of places, and with each passing day you fall harder for him as he falls harder for you.

One Shot - ♀︎ How to Keep a Promise | {University AU, FWB AU, Aged-Up AU, Office AU} (Yangyang x Reader ft. Jeno) [F, A, C] | In which you and your best friend make a promise to each other one faithful day in college, one you didn’t think either of you would remember, and you both do your best to keep it.

Drabble - ⚲ Stuck at Home | {No Specified AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, A, C] | In which you and Hendery are, unfortunately, stuck at home.

Drabble - ♀︎ Photograph | {No Specified AU} (Platonic! Mark and Yangyang x Reader) [A] | In which your two best friends reminisce and regret a time long past.

Drabble - ⚲ Off Road | {Non-Idol AU} (Kun x Reader) [A] | In which you try to find a shortcut out of the woods.

Drabble - ⚲ Hooked on a Feeling Pt. 1 | {Marvel/Guardians of the Galaxy AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C] | In which you and your regretful boyfriend have to figure out how to escape a prison.

Drabble - ⚲Hooked on a Feeling Pt. 2 | {Marvel/Guardians of the Galaxy AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C] | In which you and your newfound crew have to find out how to deal with the strangely handsome stowaway.

Drabble - ⚲ In My Shoes | {Soulmate AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, C] | In which you switch bodies with your soulmate for a day

Drabble - ⚲ Code Heart Breaker | {Hacker AU} (Hendery x Reader) [F, C] | In which Hendery asks you to watch over a game he's playing with his friends for a moment

*Drabble - ⚲ "Glad to see you haven't become food for the vultures" | {Medieval AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [C] | In which your friend finds you after being trapped in the forest

*Drabble - ♀︎ "I know how to keep my life and my crown. And I will" | {Medieval AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [D] | In which you reunite with your best friend after finding out you're a royal

*Drabble - ⚲ "I warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth" | {Medieval AU} (Kun x Reader) [D] | In which the king finds you out

*Drabble - ⚲ "Truly, a flawless plan" | {Established Relationship AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [C] | In which you and your boyfriend want to match kicks

*Drabble - ⚲ "Can you bail me out of prison, please?" | {No Specified AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [C] | In which you get a call from your best friend late at night

*One Shot - ⚲ Sweet! | {University AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C] | In which your crush joins your study group

*One Shot - ^♀︎ Sweet! Part 2 | {University AU} (Yangyang x Reader) [F, C, S] | In which your crush teaches you how to fuck

Series

♀︎⏱ Your Vision | {Non-Idol AU} (All Members; Choose Your Ending) [ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY @fandom-meanderer] [F] | In which you slowly come to realize how thin the veil between dream and reality is.

♀︎🖋Zemblanity | {Prison AU; Space AU} (All Members; Choose Your Ending) [A, Thriller] | In which you find yourself trapped in the inescapable Sector V with your only companions being the inmates who reside in it. Curiously enough, you somehow have some kind of connection to all of them.

♀︎🖋Lapis Love | {Nobility AU; Fantasy AU} (Liu Yangyang x Reader, ft. Renjun) [R, C] | In which you, a noble, escape a political marriage and who was supposed to be your husband sends a mercenary to find you. Chaos ensues. You don't know each other's true intentions.

♀︎🔏Covalence | {University AU} (Kun x Reader) [F, A, S] | In which you meet the love of your life in the most unexpected of places, and with each passing day you fall harder for him as he falls harder for you.

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