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blu-joons · 1 year

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When Another Member Teases Him About A Hickey ~ N.Flying Reaction

Seunghyub:

He didn’t quite know where to look as Hoeseung took a seat down beside him, with Seunghyub shuffling his hands around.

“I didn’t realise it was cold enough to need a scarf,” Hoeseung teased straight away, noticing how protective Seunghyub was of what he wore.

“I just felt a bit chilly when I left the house this morning,” Seunghyub quickly tried his best to tell Hoeseung, stuttering constantly. “The winter really does creep up on us quickly, right?”

A roll of the eyes followed from Hoeseung, “you really think that I’m stupid, don’t you?”

Seunghyub’s brows furrowed in confusion as Hoeseung pulled the scarf down and revealed exactly what he expected. “You can’t tell any of the others about this.”

“They’ll ask questions,” Hoeseung warned him, “we all know the real reason why you’d wear a scarf in this weather.”

“Just pretend you don’t know,” Seunghyub asked of him, “please don’t throw me under the bus, I can’t deal with it.”

“I can’t wait to tease you though.”

Cha Hun:

There was the slightest distance between Hoon and Jaehyun as they sat down together, a firm stare coming from Jaehyun.

“Something doesn’t seem right,” Jaehyun commented as he studied Hoon closely, “something looks a little redder than it usually does on you.”

“Shut up,” Hoon muttered underneath his breath, bringing his shoulders up to hide his neck. “Don’t say a word,” he added, knowing how tempted Jaehyun was to spill about his findings.

Jaehyun shook his head back across at him, “it’ll come at a cost for me to keep quiet about this.”

It was Hoon’s turn to shake his head, knowing that Jaehyun would have something up his sleeve. “What do I have to do for you to not spill then?”

“I’m just thinking about how hungry I am,” Jaehyun began, “and how many meals are needed to not spill about this.”

“I’ll buy you lunch,” Hoon quickly confirmed, “and if it keeps you quiet then maybe I’ll treat you to dinner as well.”

“It’ll take a lot more than just that buddy.”

Jaehyun:

His eyes followed as Dongsung moved all around him, with Jaehyun’s suspicions growing the longer he hovered around.

“Did you enjoy last night?” Dongsung eventually asked him as Jaehyun turned around to face him, letting go of a heavy sigh of frustration.

“I just spent some time with Y/N,” Jaehyun shrugged innocently, baffled as the corners of Dongsung’s smile turned up as he spoke. “It was nice to actually just spend an evening just the two of us.”

Dongsung nodded in agreement with Jaehyun, “it looks like you really did have a good night.”

The stare of Dongsung was followed by Jaehyun, noticing his eyes on his neck. “Have I…?” Jaehyun nervously asked, beginning to fear what Dongsung had spotted.

“You really hadn’t noticed?” Dongsung chuckled back at him, “you really might want to do something about that.”

“I had no idea,” Jaehyun whispered, placing his head into his hands. “How am I supposed to cover that up here?”

“That’s your problem to figure out.”

Hweseung:

His body froze as Hoeseung noticed Hoon walking into the bathroom, scrambling to pull his shirt back up and cover his neck.

“What are you up to?” Hoon quickly challenged though, not oblivious to how jumpy Hoeseung was as soon as he spotted him.

“N-nothing,” Hoeseung responded, stumbling over his words as he straightened out the collar of his shirt. “I was just checking my fit to make sure that I look good, I like to impress these days.”

Hoon took a few steps closer towards him, “no one is that nervous when they’re checking their fit.”

Hoeseung stood frozen to the spot as Hoon took a step closer to him and grabbed his shirt. “Please, let go,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he felt the material pull.

“No way!” Hoon laughed loudly as soon as he noticed what Hoeseung was hiding, “is this why you’re wearing this shirt?”

“I don’t want anyone to notice,” Hoeseung huffed back across to him, “do you know how ruined I’ll be if it’s spotted.”

“I can’t believe you’re at work like this.”

Dongsung:

A sigh came from Dongsung as Seunghyub came up behind him whilst he sat in the makeup chair to get ready for their performance.

“You’ll need a lot of foundation for this guy today,” Seunghyub couldn’t help but warn the MUA, bringing a groan from Dongsung.”

“You don’t have to be here,” Dongsung swiftly reminded him, silently wishing that Seunghyub would leave him alone. “We’re trying to get ready without you here interfering around us both.”

A shrug came from Seunghyub, “there’s no way I’m missing out on watching this right now.”

Dongsung threw his head back as the MUA stepped back momentarily. “Are you really just going to stand there and tease me because of one stupid hickey?”

“Exactly that,” Seunghyub proudly smiled, “I can finally get my own back for all the times you’ve been mean to me.”

“This isn’t even my fault, it’s Y/N’s,” Dongsung tried his best to protest, “she’s the one who made this mark on me.”

“You could’ve stopped her…but you didn’t.”

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hyubcore · 1 year

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[7:15pm] you lean forward, engaging in the guitar solo your boyfriend was trying so hard to perfect. hun looked exasperated as he tried continually to get the solo down. he went for the lick one more time, then, looked up at you with a pout.

"keep trying," you tell him. "you've got this."

"i'm tired," he retorts sharply. you tilt your head and put a hand on his knee. he looks at you endearingly, the way he always does when he wants a kiss. you smile and chuckle, and he begins to lean forward. you close your eyes, and so does he, until you pull away suddenly.

"nope. not until you get the solo down. then you get a kiss." you smirk as hun groans, tilting his head back and wincing.

"you're evil. but i love you," he replies. you chuckle and wink at him. he starts playing again, and as if on cue, gets the solo down perfect without a hitch. you clap for hun, and he smiles, and your heart flutters. he knows what's coming next, and you lean over him, putting your hands on his knees for leverage. he looks up at you, adoration in his eyes, then you kiss him softly.

"good job, guitar hero."

#n.flying #n.flying fic #n.flying scenario #timestamp #kpop #kpop timestamps #cha hun #cha hun fic #cha hun fanfic #cha hun fanfiction #n.flying fanfiction #nflying #hweseung #seunghyub #dongsung #jaehyun

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oraclekleo · 1 year

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Lee Seung Hyub (N.Flying) - Kinky* Tarot Reading

Disclaimer:

All readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

Before requesting, read the pinned post and appropriate linked post

Tarot readings are my hobby - I’m not obligated to accept any of the requests nor to complete them, it’s my choice, not duty

Waiting time is long, even several months

If you can’t wait, please, seek other tarot reader

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck: Dark Mansion Tarot

Spread: Kinky* Reading

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Seung Hyub

Stage Name: Seunghyub

Group: N.Flying

DOB: 31.10.1992

Sun Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Sign: Water Monkey

Life Path Number: 8

Masterpost: N.Flying

Ko-fi - Voluntary Tip for Readings

Happy Birthday to Seunghyub!

Lee Seung Hyub

Seunghyub (N.Flying)

Deck: Dark Mansion Tarot

Spread: Kinky*

Position - XIX The Sun

Seunghyub is not really the power play type of guy. He might shine and radiate like a king of sun when he’s in love but the truth is, he’s the kindest and warmest man for his lover. He’s likely to be helpful with anything, share the house chores and duties without being forced to do it and he’s likely to come up with exciting holiday ideas. He’s a great musician and it’s likely he will play, sing and dance with his partner often at home.

Libido - 2 of Cups

Seunghyub is such a romantic sweetheart. His love runs deep in his veins, he's a passionate, caring and breathtaking lover. Seunghyub gives his whole to the love making and his whole heart, soul and mind are involved, he’s likely to sometimes lose his head in the cloud of passion and feel rather overwhelmed. And the same applies to his partner.

Turn On - 2 of Wands

Seunghyub is likely to fall in love with someone balancing in between two worlds successfully. Maybe their professional side is so completely different from how they are in private. Whatever the reason, they manage to balance their life and they are courageous and creative.

Kink - Ace of Pentacles

Deep and intense. Those are the first words coming to my mind but let me elaborate. Seunghyub is likely an intensely loving man. He can’t do anything in a shallow manner. He will always try to reach deeper, to get closer, his skin sticking to his lover’s skin, their sweat mixing, their hands and fingers lacing in a blissful grip as they reach the peak of climax at the same moment. That’s Seunghyub’s goal.

Dirtiest Secret* - III The Empress

While Seunghyub is a true beast in the sheets, he’s actually a deeply caring and nurturing man. He might not share it straight away but he truly loves to make his lover feel the best possible. He might feel intense pleasure giving his love oral and then pampering them with exquisite aftercare. Lucky them.

It's Seunghyub's Birthday today so I hope you will forgive me I have done his reading even when it wasn't requested. I can't possibly say how much I admire and love this talented man. I wish him all the blessings and success in future. 💖💖💖💖✨✨✨💖💖💖💖

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hrts4xinlong · 7 months

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— The Café Playlist ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

the songs that we usually play at the café on repeat!

updated occasionally so be sure to come back!

Total Songs: 104

any new song to the playlist will have [NEW] next to the artists name! (these are removed after a week)

spotify playlist:

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Blue Hour - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wishlist - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crown - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ghosting - TXT [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Candy Sugar Pop - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baby - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crazy Sexy Cool - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ In Bloom - ZEROBASEONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Utopia - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Stay - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wave - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Eternal Sunshine - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Pretty U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Adore U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Healing - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Energetic - WANNA ONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine A Light - JO1

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Venus - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Radiovision - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rocketeer - INI [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Astronaut - STRAY KIDS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ring Ring Ring - VERIVERY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Changer - A.C.E

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cheer Up - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TT - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ HELLO - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GOING CRAZY - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Taste The Feeling - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad News - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad At Love - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Loving Number - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Just A Little Bit - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Can’t Stop Shining - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shout Out - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TFW (That Feeling When) - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ 10 Months - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Not For Sale - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Polaroid Love - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bloom Bloom - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Keeper - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ D.D.D - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Euphoria - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anpanman - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Go Go - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cinema - CIX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Breathe - AB6IX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Like You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ How R U Today - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Lovefool - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anyway - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Fall With You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Good Bam - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - GHOST9

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Life is Beautiful - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Skydivin - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baila Conmigo - ONEUS [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ End of Spring - ONEWE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Feeling - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dance Dance - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ California - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Let Me - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DamDaDi - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love Scenario - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rubber Band - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ My Flower - JBJ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Hola Hola - KARD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Model Buses - Lovejoy

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Play - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flowering - LUCY

⁺˚⋆��°✩₊ Jogging - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rolling Rolling - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Haze - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Got U - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wonder - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Unbelievable - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flare - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Super Shy - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ETA - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Attention - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ New Jeans - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ OMG - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DITTO - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Get A Guitar - RIIZE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ON/OFF - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Popping - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Beautiful - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DO or NOT - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red Flavor - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Power Up - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ice Cream Cake - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Russian Roulette - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Magic Hour - TOZ [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ BYOB (bring your own best friend) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ RING X RING - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - Japanese Version - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love In Space - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love So Sweet - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Q&A - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Sixteen - Kim Samuel

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ What Are You Up To - Kang Daniel

#kpop shifting #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr #my uh cafe dr playlist!#listen to the songs pleaaase #thanks and that’s all from chan #Spotify

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jongside · 8 months

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I was tagged by Ezra @seunghyubtual for 2 tags. Thank you babie ❤️

First the picrew and 14 questions one

1. Name : Fanny

2. Age : 31

3. Favorite season : autumn

4. Do you carry a bag/purse? What kind? I have a small black body cross for everyday and a totebag for long work days

5. What color is your waterbottle? I don't have one

6. What color is your phone case? Clear

7. Do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music? I need silence to sleep

8. Top sheet. Yes or no? Yes

9. You're in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing? Soft fruity candy

10. Preferred mode of travel (plane, train,car,bus,on foot): car or walking

11. What's your phone background right now? An autumn drawing

12. Are you more of a minimalist or maximalist? maximalist but working on it

13. It's time to paint your bedroom! What color are you choosing? Either light grey or blue. Oh maybe sage too!

14. And finally, tell me something that brings you joy: love one, good food, cosy day under a blanket with a book, music

And then put my music on shuffle then list the first ten songs

Love scenario - ikon

Love is pain - kingdom

Video therapy - n.flying

Magical - kingdom

Firefly - n.flying

Unbelievable - lucy

Poison - e'last

No diggity - oneus

Make us - kingdom

Case 143 - stray kids

I'm tagging @moonflowerglowing @drmflm @brownieracha and @snoos-tattoos if they want to do one or both~

#[ tagged game ]#ezra 🐈‍⬛

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incorrectnflying · 4 years

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Seunghyub, on the phone: Why are you all not in the dorm?

Hun: We're at the hospital

Seunghyub: Why are you at the hospital?!

Hun: Jaehyun swallowed a watermelon seed

Seunghyub: So? It's not like a watermelon is going to grow in his stomach

Hun:

Hun: We'll be home in ten minutes

#n.flying #n.flying scenarios #incorrect n.flying #incorrect kpop quotes

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yinxiong · 4 years

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my crime (was loving you)

muse: lee seunghyub x reader (3rd person perspective)

genre: florist x band au, angst + fluff

word count: 3575

warnings: none

summary: Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. And she was a fool to think he could ever be more than just a fuck.

notes: dug this out from my old wips and realized seunghyub was PERFECT for the character. probably not gonna get views but whatever. stan nflying <3

Lee Seunghyub tastes wild.

Wild mint, wild berries, wildfires.

It’s a taste she’s memorized from their countless stolen moments in the nightclub broom closet after his heart-stopping performances, from the roguish yet honeyed smiles he flashes her under the glare of stage lights just before he dives into the songs he spends too many sleepless nights writing.

Unknowing girls swoon at the thought of Lee Seunghyub serenading them with those words of sugar in that deep voice of his, and she can’t help but laugh at their naivety because the only love songs he ever writes are to his cat and his bandmates.

Not even to her.

Never her, because she had threatened to drown his apartment in flowers if he ever wrote a song suggesting that their relationship was worth anything more than lust and the agreement to help each other forget their respective heartbreaks.

(He still writes some anyways, but they’re all stashed away in a notebook hidden inside the old guitar case he leaves in the corner of his apartment she won’t ever care to check.)

Sometimes, he’ll taste of bitter alcohol and smoke— the latter she detests with her entire soul— the devil’s grin staining those ruby lips that she can’t stay away from no matter how she tells herself not to play with fire.

She burns up under his touch each time, but did anyone in this world ever actually have any bit of self-restraint when it came to pretty things?

After all, irrationality is the only crown she can afford to wear when he looks like jagged coal dusted with crushed diamonds, dragging her down into the flaming world he came from without a second’s hesitation.

(What she doesn’t know, though, is that each time he wakes up in her bed under the midday sun, a glass of water perched on the drawer by his pounding head, the only thing that crosses his mind is whether or not he should confess to her that the boundaries they’d set all those months ago under the dim light of his nightclub had long been crossed by his insolent and greedy heart.

Who would’ve known that this incandescent girl was not only able to make him forget about cheating ex-lovers after just one night of dancing beneath street lamps, but also had a laugh that sent him falling right back into the ocean he had sworn to never dive into again after the last disaster? Certainly not him.

At first, he quickly labeled it as another one of those false hopes that things would be different, that he wouldn’t be tricked into playing Eros’ game again, dismissing the idea of finding love without a second thought. Yet weeks later, when Jaehyun pointed out that he’d been staring at her glowing face for basically the entirety of their performance, it finally hit him that maybe this had become more than just a lustful fling with no strings attached.)

But she’d be a fool to ignore the fact that outside the dark walls of that fateful building, Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. While they have never really struck a chord in her before, she supposes there are only so many that can stumble into her little flower shop asking for a last-minute bouquet because he forgot that it was his sister’s birthday.

“Is this okay?” she moves her hands aside for him to take in the pink hydrangeas framed with perky violets for the early February date.

“It’s pretty,” he hums over his black face mask, slender fingers drumming on the counter as she rings up the register after dropping in a few boughs of baby’s breath to fill the gaps. “Like you.”

She barely catches the timid words mumbled underneath his breath and nearly chokes when it crosses her mind, but one peek at his rose dusted cheeks and widened eyes is enough to realize he hadn’t meant to say the afterthought aloud.

“Did you just call me pretty?”

He clears his throat and glances away. “Maybe.”

She almost flushes herself, because Lee Seunghyub doesn’t care for compliments when they’re not about his music or his tongue. But even if she wanted to believe that it meant something, something more than just watching him perform like he was born for the stage before dragging him off to one of their apartments to forget about the pains that no longer exist, the promise they had made back on that lonely September Friday lingers stronger than any possibility that they could spark an emotion far scarier than any of the deadly sins.

So she brushes it aside with the leftover flowers, handing him the bouquet along with the receipt and a few coins in change, complimentary expression of gratitude falling from her lips out of strict habit.

“I’ve never seen you so polite before,” he muses with a mischievous glint in his crescent eyes, a smile of moondust glowing clear against the afternoon sky. “maybe I should come around more often.”

“Please don’t,” she laughs, half-jokingly and half-serious, because the last thing she needed was to catch real feelings for this angel of a boy dressed in grim reaper’s clothing.

“Why not?”

I don’t want to see your face more than I have to.

“You’re going to chase all my customers away.”

(I’d rather be the only one you have.)

“Are you sure I won’t just bring you more?”

We’re both liars who don’t know if we’re actually capable of loving someone for real.

“I don’t need a horde of fangirls trampling my precious flowers,” she scoffs, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his pride. “Though I suppose you don’t even have that many fans, to begin with.”

(Delicate hands he wants to hold not just in bed, but on a date. On several dates. At all his favorite places around the city; at all of hers.)

He leans close and smirks in reply. “But I have one dedicated fan right here in front of me.”

The roll of her eyes is automatic. “Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I’m just there for the drinks.”

“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure you’ve only touched one cup of alcohol every time for the past five weeks.”

“I wasn’t aware you kept tabs on my drinking habits.”

He shrugs as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. “Just making sure no one slips anything dangerous in.”

She’s not sure if he’s being serious, but it still comes out sweeter than either of them expected. “Oh. Well. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he smiles again, warm this time, and she wonders if this is the real Seunghyub her heart keeps fluttering for. “for the flowers. see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, watching his slim figure pad towards the glass door like a black cat. “See you tomorrow.”

(He wishes that he had asked her out on a date.

But who was he kidding? Just because they were in her flower shop and he wasn’t playing a song of lies didn’t mean they were capable of finding something real.

After all, it’s never real in the end.)

“You like him,” Doyoung says flatly the moment N.Flying’s last song ends, eyes fixed on her as she stirs her drink in hopes of feigning ignorance.

“Who?”

“The vocalist on piano,” her friend answers, disbelief lacing his words. “I saw you staring at him the entire time.”

Raising the cocktail to her lips, she sips the tragically sweet liquid while trying to formulate some kind of plausible excuse that Doyoung would probably see right through anyway. “He has an interesting face to look at.”

“Really? Then explain the weird look in your eyes and the blush that comes flaring up whenever he glanced in this direction.”

“I did not have a weird look in my eyes.”

“Uh, you so did,” he scoffs and pushes his phone under her nose. Grabbing hold of the device, she makes out the moonstruck expression painted across some dumb girl’s face. Wait, that’s her face.

“What the hell?”

“Shocking, I know,” Doyoung sighs, pulling his arm back before she can tear the phone from his grasp. “I could hardly recognize you myself.”

Raking her hands through her hair, she groans dramatically, “This is wrong, there is absolutely no way I looked like that—”

“Looked like what?”

Her blood runs cold when the devil slides into their booth, easily settling into the seat right across from her. She hates it, but his presence doesn’t make her as uncomfortable as she desires.

“Nothing,” she sniffs, turning her attention back to the stack of napkins sitting in the middle of the table. “Nothing.”

Seunghyub raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. A part of her wishes he does.

“What are you up to tonight?” he asks, playing with the paper umbrella in her abandoned martini. She probably only had about two sips, but something in her mind seems to tell her that she won’t be needing that much alcohol in her system tonight.

“Besides drinking and watching you stagger around onstage? Nothing much,” she shrugs, eyes darting around to look at anything but his face; the less attention she paid to him, the quicker he’ll leave. Or at least, that’s what she’s hoping. It’s not like she has never tried it on him before.

Doyoung gives her another judgemental stare from besides Seunghyub, and she mentally reminds herself to give him a good kick in the leg later. Maybe refuse to drive him home or something. Oh wait, he’s the designated driver tonight because he doesn’t trust her even though she’s only had half a martini. Ugh, maybe next time.

“What do you mean, ‘stagger around onstage,’” Seunghyub scoffs and picks up the glass to steal a gulp of the drink, blinking as it goes down. “Am I not good at dancing?”

Rolling her eyes, she plucks the glass out of his hand and downs the rest in a heartbeat. “You’re in a band, you suck at dancing. Come back when you can at least body roll without looking like a stiff caterpillar almost about to fall off its twig.”

She ignores Doyoung’s coughing fit in response to her sharp words, but Seunghyub looks rather amused as he lets the guy slip out from the booth and make a run for a glass of water.

“Feisty like always,” he chuckles, reaching out to flick a stray piece of hair perched on her shoulder. She catches herself before she flinches— it’s just a slight touch, why get so riled up now? “Though as much as I would love to argue with you over how unattractive my dancing is, I have something more important to ask you.”

It’s strange, how suspicious she is of everything today. Just those few words and she’s already in a state of panic. “Um, okay?”

So she waits.

Except, he’s not saying it. Or anything at all, for that matter.

“Uh, could we maybe like, go somewhere quieter?” If she weren’t so caught up in her own convolution of thoughts, she would’ve sworn that Lee Seunghyub actually sounded nervous.

But that’s none of her business, really.

“You can tell me right here, Seunghyub. No one’s gonna hear us, they’re all either too drunk or having too much fun on the dance floor.”

A beam of red light comes flashing over, briefly revealing his expression that isn’t quite unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights. And it’s then that the dread starts crawling out from the hole she had kept so well hidden for months.

“Do you, um— would you like to go out with me tomorrow?”

Her heart stops.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He blinks. Takes a breath, then tries again, “Go out with me. To lunch, or maybe dinner? Whatever you want, I mean.”

The club suddenly feels a hundred degrees warmer, yet she still can’t stop her blood from freezing over.

“Why?”

“Huh?” Just her luck, Seunghyub doesn’t seem like he’s aware of what kind of nonsense he’s spouting either. “What do you mean, ‘why’? Can’t I ask out someone I like?”

And that’s the sound of her mask breaking into thousands of little butterflies, fluttering off to a place where reality comes crashing down in flames without any chance of stopping.

“We’re not like that, Seunghyub.”

From the corner of her eye, she can still see the nightclub in a whirl— lights raging, drinks spilling, bodies twisting and swaying chaotically to the blaring music— but strangely, she can’t hear a single thing.

His eyes flicker in confusion as he studies her stony expression like an archaeologist discovering a new fossil.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“We just… can’t. That’s not our relationship.”

“Then what is? Fuckbuddies pretending that feelings don’t exist?”

“Yes!” Wait. “No.” That’s not right either. “Hell if I know…”

She wonders if the look on her face matches the broken one on his, the one he’s not even trying to pretend isn’t about to shatter into a million pieces anymore.

“Well, it seems like I don’t either.”

Everything falls into slow motion as he slides out of the booth, as he stands up ever so reluctantly, as he walks back into the storm of a crowd without ever looking back.

Walks away forever ever and ever and ever.

(But they should’ve known love stories don’t end that easily.)

A week passes, and she hasn’t shown her face at the club once since their falling out. It’s hard walking by the neon blue and red dragon every night on her way home knowing she’s missing out on whatever new song the band has decided to showcase, and there’s no longer something loud to fill her quiet evenings alone, but her head is clearer and she no longer has to wake up wondering if they

(A week passes, and he’s written a new song for each performance she doesn’t appear at. They’re still stashed away in the depths of his weathered notebooks, but at least he knows she won’t walk in on him tapping his heart out on the keyboard in the dead of night.)

Soon that week has turned into three, and she’s slowly starting to consider getting a new hobby because staying at home each night watching boring shows just isn’t cutting it. There’s too much time for her mind to wander, wander to places where they shouldn’t be— his eyes, his voice that was so wonderfully deep and addictive yet soft at the same time, his bright grin when she greeted him good morning and couldn’t help but smile back at because it’s possibly the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen— oh.

Oh no.

(By the third week, he’d made up his mind to stop being a coward and at least show up to apologize for making her uncomfortable. And the walking away part, of course. Problem was, apology flowers seemed rather when the person he was apologizing to was a florist herself.)

Instead of doing anything about… whatever that convoluted mess was in her chest, she throws herself into the prison of work that is her flower shop. With the first wave of wedding season coming up, her hands were busier than ever, serving as an excellent distraction to anything her stupid head wanted to overthink.

That is until he walks in through the frosted glass door.

“Hi,” Lee Seunghyub says quietly, eyes glancing over her before flitting away. “I, uh, wanted to buy some flowers.”

She stares at him, mind numb and tongue heavy. “What’s the occasion? Forgot a birthday again?”

“Not exactly.” His hands are hidden behind his back, but she can imagine him wringing them with the same nervous energy evident in his face. “I wanted to apologize to someone. Could you help me?”

Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t comment further. “As long as I’m getting paid.”

That cracks a slight smile in him, one she can’t help but want to gaze at, except he’s here for a reason and she has a job to do. Stepping out from behind the counter, she drifts towards the hyacinths, pulling out a few purple blooms before collecting a handful of white tulips as well. She fills in the remaining space with myrtle stems, then wraps the bouquet up and ties it all together with a snip of her favorite yellow ribbon. It’s been a while since she made an apology bouquet, especially one completely of her own choosing, though there’s something about the simplicity of these flowers that makes her fond nonetheless.

Seunghyub watches this all with a curious eye, but of course, he has to look away hastily whenever she steals a glance in his direction. If she hadn’t been so intent on talking as little as possible, she might’ve made some remark on how dumb he appeared. Unfortunately, the tension was still high enough that she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“Here,” she says and pushes the flowers into his arms the moment she’s finished. “Done.”

He fumbles with the bouquet, turning it around a few times to admire. “It’s pretty.”

“I know.”

Taking a breath, he holds it back out towards her. “This is actually for you.”

“I know.”

He blanches, then attempts an awkward laugh to cover it up. “I’m not very subtle, am I?”

Shaking her head, she reaches out and begins playing with the ribbon as she waits for him to continue.

“It’s just. Ugh. I’m so inarticulate,” he groans. “Around you, more than anything. You’ve just got that effect on me, and I really— fuck. Let me try this again.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets out another exhale before facing her once more. “I’m sorry I was an ass that night. I shouldn’t have made you so uncomfortable, and I definitely shouldn’t have walked away. You had every right to avoid me all these weeks, and I completely understand if you don’t want to have any association with me anymore. I just hope,” he swallows and gives the flowers a little shake, “you’ll take these and my apology. Even though you made them yourself. Then I’ll walk out those doors and never bother you again. Since we never had anything going on in the first place.”

“I like your face,” she blurts suddenly, because her brain just had to choose at that exact moment to let her heart take full control over her mouth.

He furrows his brow, confused. “Sorry?”

“I like you and your dumb face,” she says a little firmer, staring him in the eye as the flush on her cheeks brighten hopelessly. “And I’m stupid for making you think otherwise.”

His mouth forms an ‘o’ as he processes her words, and she has never wanted to jump off a cliff more in her life.

“What—”

“I was stupid and pushed you away because I thought I didn’t need you that way. Because I was scared of falling in love again. And I thought it would be fine at first, to just have a casual relationship without any strings attached, since that’s easy, you know? Except you just had to turn out to have so many redeemable qualities besides your stupidly handsome face, like your voice and your sincerity and your goddamn humor, you just had to have everything and of course I just had to let down my guard. And that’s so fucking infuriating, but I can’t hate you for it. Because it’s you. And I want you to stay.”

She didn’t mean for it all to come out like a tornado, though she supposes there’s no other way it could’ve gone, considering how speechless this man is currently.

“You mean that? All of that?”

“Does it sound like I’m being sarcastic?”

“No,” he finally grins, “No, you’re right. I am stupid too. For thinking I wouldn’t actually fall for you and start writing you love songs either.”

Now it’s her turn to be shocked. “You wrote me songs?”

He shrugs, “A few. We also performed one or two, but it was after you had stopped coming—”

She doesn’t get to hear the rest of his words, because once again her heart has made an executive decision over her body and this time, it’s to lean in and peck this beautiful man on the lips.

To kiss him.

A sweet and short kiss, completely void of lust and desire like all their previous ones. And it’s so wonderfully refreshing, she wonders why she hasn’t done it earlier.

When she pulls back, his eyes are wide and shining, and the next thing she knows he’s pulling her back in for more. His mouth is soft, so soft, gentler than it’s ever been, and she’s falling apart with just a few languid brushes.

“Will you play me those songs?” she asks after they part, cheeks glowing warm with joy. “Just me?”

Lee Seunghyub laughs, and she wonders if there’s anything in this world that sounds more ethereal. “Of course. But only if you let me take you out on a date.”

“Well, you have to pay me for the flowers first.”

“Can I pay in more kisses?”

She rolls her eyes, smiling uncontrollably as he leans in once more. “Let me get back to you on that.”

(He does, though she supposes she can’t complain since he’s paying for dinner later too.)

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emeraldbabygirl · 4 years

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N.Flying’s Reaction to you taking them to a Pow-Wow

Hello hello! My first N.Flying reaction uwu! So this one is N.Flying reaction to coming with you to a Pow-Wow. I’m very excited to write this and the many ways I can write this. I hope you enjoy it!

Seunghyub: Seunghyub watched as you kept in time to the song, your feet touching the ground on every drum beat. He watched in awe at how gracefully you moved with your regalia and jewelry. When you finished you came over to where he was, smiling like an idiot and applauding you. “You are stunning. You know that? Absolutely gorgeous.” Seunghyub grabbed your hand and starred at you. “How’d you get the feathers to stay in place?” You smiled, “the headpiece keeps the feathers in place babe.” Seunghyub just continued to smile. “Thank you for bringing me here. I love you so much.”

Jaehyun: when you finished your solo dance you saw Jaehyun over by the drum circle. “It’s a different kind of drum than what you’re used to isn’t it?” You asked. Jaehyun smiled at you. “It’s so cool, I’d love to be able to play like that. It looks so much fun to sit around one drum and sing in unison.” You chuckled and walked Jaehyun back to the table where the other girls were. “Maybe I can talk to one of the elders and see if they can teach you a little bit of the drum routine.” Jaehyun’s eyes widened. “Really?” He exclaimed. You nodded giggling at his cute reaction. “Thank you so much y/n!” Jaehyun went to hug you but stopped himself when he realized you were still wearing your regalia. “You can hug me after this is over. C’mon, I wanna teach you how to bead.” You grabbed Jaehyun’s hand and led him to the other events.

Chahun: Chahun watched as you did the hair of the younger girls. You explained every step you were doing and you were happy that he was asking so many questions. “What does hair and rain have to do with each other?” Chahun asked handing you the cedar tool. “When our hair is down it represents rain. She has layers in her hair and her bangs represent the clouds.” Chahun continued to ask questions and you happily answered every single one of them. Soon a small crowd of young girls had approached Chahun. When you finished tying the first girls hair another girl came up to you. You laughed at what she told you. “What’s going on? Are they laughing at me?” Chahun asked. “No no Chahun, they asked if you’re ever gonna grow your hair out. I told them you already tried that and you looked like a mop.” Chahun gasped “Hey, I did not look like a mop” he said crossing his arms. You helped the younger girls with their shawls and feathers and sent them off. “Well, you kinda did. But hey, if you ever do grow it out I can make it pretty for you.” Chahun scoffed. “I think I’ll just keep it short. Besides, I wouldn’t look good with ties and braids and feathers in my hair.” Chahun sat down at one of the table and opened up a bag of chips. “I disagree, I think you’d look very handsome.” You kissed his cheek and sat down next to him. “After you dance can we try the basket weaving, it looks very calming.” You nodded. “Thank you for bringing me here. I’m happy that I get to learn more about who you are and your culture.” A big smile spread across your face. “You’re welcome, I’m happy that you’re so interested.”

Hweseung: “criss cross, criss cross, small kick, small kick.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Hweseung stomping around. He turned to you and sighed. “What did I do now?” Hweseung said pouting. Hweseung wanted to learn a simple footwork for basic dancing and you decided to take him to a Pow-Wow and teach him during the workshop. “It’s not what you did, it’s what you’re not doing.” You said. Hweseung seemed confused. “With both men and women, although men stomp more you’re still not getting the steps right. Each time you put your foot down it has to match with the beat of the drum. The first step on it’s own is on your tip toes. Then your whole foot on the ground. You repeat that while walking around. Once you get that pattern down then we can try the box dance.” Hweseung slumped to the ground pouting like a kid causing you to laugh. “Baby, you’re rushing it. It takes practice. Don’t worry, you’ll get there. Let’s take a break. I wanna show you how to make jewelry.” You ruffled Hweseung’s hair and he smiled letting you lead him to one of the tables set up with jewelry.

Dongsung: “can I do your hair please??” Dongsung begged watching your fingers delicately weave your hair into a braid. You chuckled. Dongsung handed you your tie and you held it in his hand for a few seconds before you began weaving it through your braids. “Dongsung I have to do it myself, it’s very important.” Dongsung pouted. “I know..I just want to help you.” Finishing your hair you grabbed Dongsung’s cheek. “I know baby. But hey, if you want I can buy you a mannequin head and a wig and teach you the different styles.” Dongsung’s eyes lit up and he smiled. “I’d love that so much, please teach me!” You laughed at Dongsung’s cute response. “Perfect, you know what you can help me with though?” You turn around and grabbed the bulky turquoise neckpiece and handed it to Dongsung. “Can you help me with this?” Dongsung grinned and gently grabbed the necklace out of your hand. His hands were shaky as he clipped it into place. When you turned towards him he helped you adjust it so it was in the center of your body. A satisfied sigh left you and you smiled up at Dongsung. “You look so pretty, I love your headpiece so much. And the colors on your regalia. I’m excited to see you perform.” You smiled feeling the nervousness of your first group dance of the night melt away and you snuck a kiss on Dongsung’s cheek. “I’m number 247 okay?” Dongsung nodded and you both headed out into the main room.

There it is. I’m sorry if the gifs don’t work, it’s so hard to find N.Flying gifs on here there’s like none. I had to grab the last three by actually searching tumblr and not just the gif function. I hope it’s alright. It’s so hard to make reactions and even fanfics for groups when gifs of them like don’t exist. I hope you enjoyed it tho, I had so much fun making it.

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