#oneshot: punk 00
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punk 00. (l.jn)
PAIRING: lee jeno x reader
GENRE: smut, fluff
WORD COUNT: 10.3k
SYNOPSIS: you've caught the attention of a certain pink haired drummer boy that's desperate to get you alone with him.
CONTENT WARNINGS: punk pink haired jeno, jeno's kind of an asshole to readers best friend, light mention of drugs, kissing, light biting, unprotected sex, backstage sex, fingering, oral (receiving), big dick jeno, dirty talk, praising, creampie,
AUTHORS NOTE: i was gratefully informed by a anon that i read the word count wrong LMAO (my dumb ass read the character count instead of the word count). lowkey relieved that this shit wasn't as long as i thought it was but also embarrassed? but we move. happy you're all enjoying it :)
Despite his love for blending in with the crowd and remaining mysterious, with the pink hair that tousles on the top of his head, the black eyeliner that smudges the corner of his eyes and with the same two-coloured clothing that drowns his body… Jeno is nothing but the sort.
Jeno, admittedly, stuck out like a sore thumb.
It wasn’t exactly his fault. He loves dying his hair crazy colours, wearing clothes ten times bigger than his usual and heavy boots that stomps across any surface he walks on. He loves filling in his waterline in black eyeliner and decorating his outfit with fancy jewellery that matched the jewellery on his face. Painting his nails is another favourite of his too, although the black chipped flames was his current go-to.
It doesn’t help the fact that Jeno was in a band alongside his best friends. The band wasn’t huge, per se, but they play almost every weekend at a popular bar in their hometown, attracting a crowd over 100+ people that try their best to cram themselves in said bar just to see said band whenever they manage to get a gig.
So maybe it is his fault. But he never expected the attention it would get him, eyes ogling at him from every direction, hushed whispers thrown his way, compliments upon compliments filling his dms and even said to him in person. He secretly loved the attention, but he was never the one to make a move when girls threw themselves at him, hinting for a quick fuck or even a relationship. He just wasn’t interested, nobody has ever caught his attention.
That was until he saw you at one of his band's gigs, sitting in a booth with a friend and sipping on a coke through a straw with your eyes taking in your, what seems to be, unfamiliar surroundings. He was captivated by your presence, wanting nothing more than to gather the courage to walk on over and strike a conversation with you, to know more about you.
“Staring makes you look creepy” Jeno’s eyes immediately rip from your form to his bandmate, Donghyuck, who’s hardly even glancing Jeno’s way, attention focussing on his reflection in the mirror backdrop behind the bar, standing on the tip of his toes to look over the rows of alcohol to catch a better glimpse of himself as he tries to restyle his dyed purple locks, the sweat on his forehead making his bangs stick. “Go talk to her. Work that so-called ‘Jeno charm’ I hear Jaemin talking about”
“It’s real, alright?” A flash of orange appears in front of Jeno’s vision as Jaemin throws himself down in the seat beside him, slamming a tray of multicoloured shots on the table and spilling half of its contents which leaves the bartender cursing under his breath, wiping the mess away while glaring at the latter who cheekily smiles his way out of any sort of confrontation. “I’ve seen it before and it works like magic… makes the people drop to their knees in an instant”
Donghyuck’s brow raises in amusement with a teasing grin, “In the year I’ve known Jeno, I’ve never seen him hookup or flirt with anyone… got some problems going on down there, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up” Jeno grumbles at the jab, swatting Donghyuck hand away as he tries to reach out and pat his cheek. Donghyuck cackles at this and grabs the shot that Jaemin eagerly hands out to the pair before calling out Renjun’s name who emerges from backstage, adjusting the leather jacket on his shoulders as he settles himself down beside Jaemin.
Jaemin hums as he tugs the collar down of Renjun’s shirt, “Nice marks. Was it Thing 1 or Thing 2 this time?”
“Hyejin” Renjun answers, but the blank look Jaemin gives him makes Renjun close his eyes in annoyance. “Thing 1”
“I thought Thing 1 was Yejin?” Donghyuck pulls a face and Renjun’s quick to jump to Hyejin’s defence about how she’s number one but Jeno blanks out the conversation, rolling his eyes as he picks up the shot and downs it quickly before bringing his beer bottle up to his lips, craning his neck to take a look over at you once again. He captures you smiling at your friend this time, nodding to something she says and clinking your simple glass of coke to her colour cocktail.
He’s, undoubtedly, interested in you which is new and foregin to Jeno. He’s not scared or nervous and he really would walk on over to you to begin a conversation if it wasn’t for the fact you weren’t alone. Jeno wanted to get rid of your friend and have you all to himself, but he found it difficult seeing as your friend refused to leave your side all night.
Jeno huffs with a shake of his head, gulping down his beer and slamming the empty bottle against the bar countertop as he orders another. He’ll just have to wait for the right moment.
“I think he’s staring at me” Eunkyung whispers at you across the booth, straightening her posture and running her fingers through her hair, fixing any hairs that strayed out of place as she takes a quick glance at herself in her phone screen. “How do I look? Do I have something in my teeth?”
“You look fine” You reassure her with a quick nod of your head, sipping your coke through the plastic straw with your brows pulling together in curiosity as you watch her fuss about with her outfit, pulling the top half of her dress lower to show more cleavage. “Who’s staring at you?”
“The pink haired guy sitting at the bar behind yo—Hey!!! Don’t be so obvious!!!” You ignore Eunkyung’s feeble attempts at trying to bring your focus back to her, easily spotting the pink haired man that sits at the bar with his other brightly hair coloured friends. You snort at the sight, but your brows pull together with confusion as his attention is elsewhere, not on your friend. You slowly turn back around to face Eunkyung who’s shoulders drop in defeat. “He was staring, okay? He turned as soon as you did”
“I believe you” You tell her, getting comfortable in your seat as you observe the way she takes quick glances behind you, tucking a strand of her behind her ears and holding her head high. “Who is he anyways?”
“You’re kidding” Eunkyung baffles, eyes wide. She takes offence when you shake your head. “It’s Jeno. We see him on campus, like, everyday!! He’s the reason why we’re here tonight—”
You frown at that, “I thought you wanted to hangout?”
“I do!!” Eunkyung sheepishly says with a quick nod and you’re less than impressed. She sighs heavily. “Listen, Jeno is one of the members in that band that performed earlier and I haven’t been able to have much free time to see them play. On top of that, we haven’t hung out in a while and this was the only weekend we seemed to have free time so I am basically hitting two birds with one stone here… can you really blame me?”
“I guess not” You sigh, even though you’re not impressed with what was going on here. You felt a little bit used and lied too, especially when she burst through your dorm room earlier and rambled excitedly about how she’s able to spend some time with you tonight.
Your mood turns a little bit sour when it dawns on you that you’ll most definitely be trekking back to your dorm room alone tonight, knowing that she’ll blow off staying over to go blow off some other guy, literally. You wish you were the type of person to be selfish, to tell her that you’re not exactly happy with her possibly leaving you to go fuck some other guy and beg her to stay with you all night, to catchup on everything that was missed, to go home together with a takeout bag full of junk food and watch a shitty old movie on your small laptop screen.
But you weren't selfish. You have never been selfish.
“I really need to go pee” Eunkyung announces, her face twisting in discomfort as she pushes her empty cocktail glass across the table and awkwardly shuffles out of the booth. She picks up her handbag and rummages through quickly, retrieving her purse and shoving it in your hands. “Go get us another drink—No more cokes for you either!!!”
You don’t even get a chance to say anything as Eunkyung waddles away in a rush towards the toilets and you push yourself out of the booth with a huff, clutching her purse tightly in your grasp as you manoeuvre through the crowds of people that block the bar, too busy with their conversations to even make room for anyone else.
You grip Eunkyung’s purse in your hand tightly as you manage to reach the bar, watching as the bartender leans across the wooden surface to chat up some customers with a flirtatious smile on the other side. You debate on returning back to your booth and waiting for Eunkyung to come so she can work her charm and capture his attention for some drinks but you decide against it with a sigh, lifting yourself up on the vacant barstool and sitting comfortably, too focused on the bartender and his cheesy pickup lines on the customers on your right that you’re completely unaware of who is sitting on your left.
Jeno struggles to contain himself when he feels you slightly brush against his shoulder to sit yourself down in the empty chair beside him, staring over at Doyoung in a hopeful attempt to get served by him but Jeno knows the bartender all to well. Nobody gets served when Doyoung has found a target to flirt with.
This, possibly, could be Jeno’s chance to finally talk to you, to engage in that conversation that he’s been dying to do since he first laid eyes on you, but the words get stuck in the back of his throat and he struggles to actually face you, especially when he can see the others mocking him in the corner of his eyes.
Donghyuck makes obnoxious kissing noises that makes Jeno’s head snap in his direction, but Donghyuck doesn’t back down from the teasing as he nudges his shoulder.
“Come on. Let us see you work that Jeno Magic” The wiggle of Donghyuck’s eyebrows makes Jeno want to fight, his knuckles turning white from the grip he has around his beer bottle and Donghyuck’s quick to throw his hands up in defence. “I just want to see you get laid, man”
“I hate to admit it, but Donghyuck’s right” Renjun nods his head, eyes flickering between Jeno and you, who is still wrapped up in your own head to hear the conversation that’s going on. It surprises him immensely. “You’ve got all these girls practically begging at your feet for a quick fuck and you’re still refusing to give in?”
“Maybe Jeno does have some problems going on down there…” Donghyuck says as he stares down at Jeno’s crotch, tilting his head to the side as he bravely reaches forward to drag his finger over the bugle in his pants. Jeno rolls his eyes at his actions, but doesn’t bother to swat Donghyuck’s hand away as he’s used to this type of behaviour. Donghyuck hums, “Maybe not. Still big even when soft, impressive”
“That was just an excuse to cop a feel” Jaemin scoffs, pushing Donghyuck who stumbles back slightly and grips onto the bar for support. He goes to retaliate, raising his fist to pummel it down on Jaemin’s back but the latter is quick to dodge. “Look, as much as I would love for you to fuck someones brains out, it’s all on your terms. Don’t let these freaks peer pressure you into doing shit”
Jeno doesn’t feel pressured, not one bit. All he wants right now is for his friends to move along and go chat up some girls so he can finally be alone with you, as you are no longer with your friend either. It would be the perfect opportunity, and he wouldn’t have to worry about the others making grand gestures and butting into the conversation and possibly making things worse when he’s talking to you.
Jaemin seems to read his mind perfectly, throwing his arms around Renjun and Donghyuck’s shoulders and dripping the material of their leather jackets to grab their attention, pulling them away but not straying too far from the bar as they still have their endless amount of drinks and shots lined out for them.
It wasn’t perfect, but it will do. Jeno thinks to himself, gently tugging on the jewellery that dangles from his earlobe as he finally turns to face you, just in time for Doyoung to finish his flirting.
“Sorry about that” The bartender apologies to you with a faint chuckle as he finally makes his way on over, running his fingers through his dark hair and adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose before resting his hands on his hips, giving you a full view of his all black sleeveless shirt that's tucked into a pair of black jeans. You are now able to see his white name tag that stands out on the outfit. Doyoung, it reads. “What can I get for you, sweetheart?”
“Uhh…” You hesitate for a moment, unable to remember the name of the cocktail that Eunkyung had been buying herself as you scan the drinks menu above his head. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you weakly point at the bottom of the list, the most cheapest of ones. “I guess the d—”
“Can I have my usual, a cosmopolitan and a coke?” A voice beside you butts in for his own order, completely disregarding yours and your brows pull together in annoyance, spinning around in his directions to grill into him for his complete rudeness but the insults die down in the back of your throat once you realise who exactly spoke before you.
The mess of pink hair is the first feature you see and you immediately know who is sitting beside you. The guy that Eunkyung has been non-stop talking about and has been so fascinated with these past couple of months, the main topic of tonight's conversation and your eyebrows can’t help but raise in slight shock. You’re beginning to see the appeal… Jeno’s really pretty up close.
To be fair, you have never been this close to Jeno before, so you’ve never had the chance to give him a full one-over. You’re passed him a few times before, but he didn’t capture your attention to the point you would be one of those that would ogle at him from across the room or even on campus grounds. Yet standing as near as you are to him, you can’t help but really look at him and take in every little detail you can find.
The smudged eyeliner and black eyeshadow makes his eyes seem a little intimidating that what they’re probably are, but the dark look itself makes you sink back into your seat. Due to the close proximity, you notice the little hole on the side of his nostril and it makes you wonder if that’s where a nose piercing once was, the redness around the area giving you a slight inkling that maybe he tried piercing it himself sometime this week or even today.
“That’s what you’re both drinking, right? Cosmopolitan for your friend and a coke for you?” Jeno’s questions bring you out of your staring as he shifts around in his seat to face you fully, the chains on his black and pink outfit jingling with every movement he’s making. He taps his nails against the bar as awaits for your answer and that’s when you notice the black flamed nail art that decorates his fingernails, some being more chipped than others but you can’t deny the fact it suits his appearance perfectly.
“Yes” You answer quickly, realising you’ve been quiet for far too long. “Yeah, I think so…” You pause for a second, face twisting in confusion as you glance between him and the cocktail that’s being made. “How did you know she ordered a cosmopolitan?”
The corner of Jeno’s lip twitch upwards lightly in amusement with a light hearted laugh as he looks at you, “I didn’t”
“Here you go, gorgeous” Doyoung compliments as he slides the cocktail and the coke glass in your direction with precise aim, not even spilling any of the contents inside. He settles the beer bottle in front of Jeno. “That will be—”
“Wait, Can I get another one of those?” You ask as you point at the pink coloured concoction in front of you and Doyoung sends a wink your way as he turns on the heel of his feet to go make the drink and you turn to look at Jeno who’s already looking at you with his brow raised and you suddenly feel the need to explain yourself. “It’s for me”
“Had enough of the cokes?”
“Not exactly… She just told me not to get another one” You say, looking down at the full glass of coke in front of you with pursed lips. “But I’ll still take this, just in case I don’t like the cocktail”
Jeno grins at that, reaching for the beer bottle with one hand while his other reaches inside his pocket as soon as Doyoung comes back with your newly made drink. He gives you the price and your eyes almost bulge out at the numbers, swallowing down the lump in your throat as you tell him you’ll pay by card. Eunkyung is going to kill you when she finds out about the cost, it makes you grimace just thinking about the consequences as you dig through her purse but the sound of beeping brings you out of your search, lifting your head up to see Jeno with his arm outstretched, own bank card in hand and pressed against the card reader.
Did he just? Your mouth opens and closes in shock, unable to grasp onto what just happened even though it was the most simplest thing in the world. Doyoung’s giving Jeno a look with a smirk, tongue poking at his cheek as he shoves the card reader back beneath the bar, fluttering his fingers at you for a quick goodbye as he serves another customer. You briefly hear him compliment her hair but you pay him no attention as you’re meeting eyes with Jeno who seems nonchalant at the thought of paying for all your pricey drinks.
“You didn’t have to do that” You tell him. “I had the money, I—”
“I know, but I wanted to” Jeno smiles prettily at you, taking a sip of his beer without taking his eyes off of you. “I’ve never seen you in this bar before, so think of it as a ‘welcome’ gift. From me to you”
“Thank you” You thank him, heart warming at the gift. Jeno nods his head, reaching over to gently clink his beer against one of your drinks before taking a sip. You do the same, feeling obliged too, bringing the reddish pink cocktail to your lips and the second the liquid touches your taste buds, your face turns sour at the unusual taste that hits your tongue. You place the cocktail back down on the bar to grab your coke, washing down the taste with something nicer and Jeno’s lips curl into an amused smile, a quiet laugh leaving him.
“Don’t like it?”
“It’s unusual” You admit, awkwardly laughing as you rub the back of your neck. You feel slightly embarrassed at pulling the least attractive face and not enjoying a drink that he bought out of his money. “But, it’s still a gift so I’ll just endure it”
“You don’t have to drink that” Jeno shakes his head, the amusement still sparkling in his eyes as he reaches for his credit card. “Here, let me buy you another—”
“No!” You immediately stop him, not wanting him to spend any more of his money on buying you expensive drinks. Jeno seems surprised at your sudden burst, reeling his hand back into his lap and you almost cringe away from your tone. “I will drink it”
“Yeah?” His eyes dart down to the cocktail at the bar before back up at you, tilting his head to he side teasingly with a smirk. “Are you sure about that?”
Your heart thumps at the sight, his dark eyes staring up at you with a look you’re unfamiliar with, and you nod your head pathetically as you mutter, “Very”
“Damn, was there a queue at the bar or something? You took so long” Eunkyung frowns as soon as you finally arrive back at your shared booth with cocktail drinks in hand, tongue poking out in pure concentration as you try your best not to spill its contents. Eunkyung, thankfully, takes one out of your hands, “Thanks! Did you not use my card? I didn’t get the notification on my phone that my card was being—did you get us a cosmopolitan?! Do you realise how expensive these things are here?!”
“Relax, I didn’t buy these” You tell her as you comfortably settle yourself down opposite her, sliding her purse across the booth. She’s silent as she stares at you with confusion and you take this as a sign to explain yourself further, “Courtesy of your favourite pink haired drummer boy”
“Jeno bought me a drink?” The look that plasters across her face is priceless and you bite back the urge to add on how he bought your drink too, but you let her live in her moment a little while longer as you nod your head, watching as she takes in this information with wide excited eyes. “Oh my god… He totally likes me, I fucking knew it. Did he say anything?!”
“About what?” You ask, brows pulling together and Eunkyung points at herself dramatically. “Oh, not really… We were just talking about alcohol, you know, considering we were both standing at a bar”
Eunkyung sighs dreamily, “My type of guy”
“Yeah, he seems interesting” You find yourself agreeing, pressing your lips firmly together as you glance over your shoulder in a somewhat hopeful manner that you’ll see Jeno still at the bar, sipping his beer or maybe even watching you both from afar.
Truth be told, you have no idea why you are even suddenly hoping for him to be watching. You’ve never spoken before until today, you don’t know him that well and the first interaction you both had was small and quick. But it seems to leave such a huge impact on you that you’re now wishing for something more. Was it something more you even wanted?
You couldn’t explain this sudden wanting feeling or fascination regarding Jeno, and the heavy weight resting on your chest when you see that he isn’t even at the bar anymore makes you feel uncomfortable, out of character… you’ve never been like this before. So why now? Why all of a sudden?
“What are you thinking about over there?” Eunkyung’s voice brings you out of your thoughts and you turn your head back in her direction, quickly shrugging your shoulders and shaking your head to silently tell her that it was nothing, but she doesn’t seem convinced, not when she’s staring straight at you with a suspicious look in her eyes. “I don’t believe you”
“I’m not—”
“You were staring over at the bar” Eunkyung points out before she decides to look over herself, lips pursing in deep thought as she scans the surroundings and she smiles immediately. “Are you looking over at Doyoung? The bartender?”
“I—”
“You should go for it. I heard he gives really good head and honestly, no offence, you need it. He could definitely loosen you up and give you a good time tonight”
Your brow raises in suspicion, “Are you saying that because it’s the truth or is it because you’ll feel bad that I’d have to walk home alone while you’re getting laid later?”
“Both” She sends you a sly wink, clinking her cocktail to yours before taking a drink. You sigh softly with a roll of your eyes, reaching for your own cocktail until your hand falters slightly. You really didn’t like this cocktail and it pains you when it dawns on you that you left your coke at the bar that’s now nowhere in sight, probably been taken by another customer that got excited over a free drink. You have nothing to wash this disgusting taste down with, but you promised him that you’d drink it. It was a gift after all.
You start to consider acting a little over dramatic and plug your nose to not taste the flavour, maybe even rummage through your own bag for some leftover gum that you know is pooling at the bottom somewhere but you decide to suck it up, to drink it without making a fuss.
Before you could even pick up your glass, another is placed down in front of you, filled to the brim with bubbly coke and paired with a red plastic straw which faces towards you. Eunkyung’s the first to respond to this stranger, covering her mouth to cough as she chokes on her drink, eyes strained and watery. You glance over at her, to make sure she’s okay before you turn your head to look up at the person who’s brought over the new drink and you’re slightly taken back when you see Jeno standing there, smiling as he stares down at you.
“You forgot your drink at the bar” He tells you, voice low and teasing. His eyes dip down to the cocktail in your hands, brow raised. “Are you still sure you’re going to drink that?”
“I was going to” Your voice comes out in a whisper but Jeno’s already taking the alcohol out of your hands and replacing it with the coke. He holds the stem of the glass in between his fingers, eyeing the bright coloured drink before mindlessly sliding it over to Eunkhyung who’s still speechless about the man that’s standing in front of her, but she grasps her new drink in hand, pulling it close to her chest as if that was the most meaningful thing anyone has ever bought her.
“Enjoy your drink” He whispers to you and before he even thinks about disappearing, you’re calling out his name. You’re unsure of why you’re beckoning him to come back. Maybe it was you refusing to let him go so quickly, to let yourself crave into the fascination that has grown within you, or maybe it was because you can see the look on Eunkyung’s face due to his close proximity, the gears turning in her head to try and figure out how to start a conversation with him, to finally flirt with him.
You’re a good friend to Eunkyung, you always have been.
“Do you want to join us?” You offer with a friendly smile, gesturing to the empty seat opposite you and beside Eunkyung. “You’re welcome to come sit with us and hang out… unless you have somewhere else to be?”
Jeno’s quiet for a moment, eyes darting around the bar as if he was searching for something but he nods his head, taking you up on your kind offer. Eunkyung’s beaming with excitement as she shuffles for extra space on her side of the booth, removing her bag from the space for him to sit down but you let out a huff as Jeno’s shoulder knocks against yours when he settles in the small space next to you.
He apologises, lifting up a hand to rub at the forming sore spot on your shoulder gently and you’re glued in your seat, sandwiched between a wooden barrier and Jeno’s body. The heat that radiates off him comforts you immensely but you try not to pay too much attention to it, not when you see Eunkyung staring at the two of you with a slight pout on her lips, but it soon wipes away and is replaced with a grin.
“Thank you for paying for the drinks, by the way” She gestures to her cocktail in front of her. “I’m getting your next one as a thank you”
“I appreciate that” His head dips low in gratitude, taking a quick sip of his beer and Eunkyung watches carefully, brows furring as she tilts her head, trying to read the label from her seat and Jeno notices this as he almost comically slowly turns the bottle in her direction. “It’s new. Doyoung got it delivered today… Me and the boys have been drinking this all night”
“Fire Alarm? Doyoung got a drink named after one of your band's songs?” Eunkyung teases and Jeno simply nods his head. You fight the urge to snort at that, finding it a little amusing that they got an alcoholic beverage named after them.
“You should try it” Jeno nudges you gently, offering you a taste. You go to decline, to shake your head and say you’re fine with the coke but the smirk that dances across his lips is enough to slowly change your mind. “You might like this better than the cocktail… I could see you being a beer girl”
“A beer girl?” You chuckle, but you question no further when you take the beer in your hands for a sip. You are hesitant on the taste that hits your tongue, rubbing your lips together firmly as the pair watch you, waiting for your honest opinion. You swallow thickly, but you’re pleasantly surprised. “It doesn’t taste like beer. It’s actually pretty sweet”
Jeno hums, agreeing with you. “It’s good, right?”
“Let me try” Eunkyung reaches out and you happily hand over the drink but you realise your mistake, turning to Jeno with wide eyes as it dawns on you that you’re sharing around his drink. He’s smiling at you when you already look at him and you want to apologise but Eunkyung’s already sliding the drink back into his grasp with a satisfied hum. “I like it too!”
“That can be the next round of drinks then” He says, eyes briefly glancing down at Eunkyung’s purse beside her. Eunkyung’s smile falters for a moment as it dawns on her that she was the one that offered to buy him his next drink, internally thinking about the dent these drinks are going to put on her bank card but she musters up another smile, nodding her head excitedly at the thought of buying Jeno something.
“You don’t have to buy the next drink” You come to her aid, your hand slipping into your own purse that's tucked in your side. “We can go in halves—”
“Don’t offend me like that” Eunkyung jokes with a flip of her hair over her shoulder. “I have the money. I’ll get us the next round”
You wince at that, unconvinced. “You sure?”
“Totally” She smirks, turning to face Jeno who’s quietly sipping his beer. “Your set earlier was incredible… You and your band are so—”
“DID SOMEBODY SAY SHOTS?!?” An unfamiliar voice screeches at the top of their lungs as a tray full of multicoloured shots messily thrown on the table in front of you all, some shots spilling over but a hand is quick to recover them despite half of its contents pooling around in the tray. Your eyes trail up the arm of the owner that brought over the shots, seeing a guy with flushed cheeks and dishevelled purple dyed hair, a clear sign of someone who had way too much to drink tonight.
One of the guys beside him with shorter dark hair curses beneath his breath, scolding his friend for the mess he’s created as the other tries, and fails, to scoop the spilt alcohol back into its respected cup with his pinky finger. It really doesn’t work, but it makes the whole scene funnier as you watch the orange haired guy's face, tongue peeking out of the corner of his lips in pure concentration.
“This is the second time this has happened” Jeno informs you with a sigh, but the chuckle that escapes him shows he’s not as annoyed as he’s letting on. “Jaemin spilt the shots earlier”
You assume the purple haired to be the one Jeno had mentioned, but the way the orange haired boy’s head snaps up in offence and stops his failed attempts at trying to scoop the alcohol back into the shot glass, you discover that that was Jaemin.
“I tripped over your stupid fucking boot actually” Jaemin hisses through his teeth as he kicks his indenticle looking boot against Jeno’s who doesn’t seem fazed at the attack at all. “Anyway, scoot up you losers, let us in”
“Are you joining us?” Eunkyung eyes twinkle at the thought of her favourite band joining the booth and you couldn’t help but feel happy for her, knowing that she’s been waiting for this moment. Although, you’re confused and a little bit worried about where the others would sit, especially inside the booth. It could fit four people at most, but you weren’t entirely sure about the six of you. It would definitely be cramped and to be honest, you’re already stuck against Jeno and the wooded barrier on your other side.
“Of course we’re joining you, that’s the reason why I bought us all shots” The purple haired, who you discover is Donghyuck after the shorter one who calls out his name with a harsh elbow to the side, scoffs as he makes a quick gesture to Eunkyung to scoot up which she happily does, making enough room for Donghyuck and Jaemin to sit on her side of the booth.
“Just scooch in Renjun, don’t be shy” Jaemin teases the short black haired who retaliates with a quick middle finger to his face just as he grins apologetically at you and Jeno, clamping a hand down on Jeno’s shoulder to push himself up to stand, placing his boot on the smallest area between Jeno’s legs before climbing over you both, claiming how he doesn't want to sit on the end.
Jeno’s arm slides around your middle in an instant as he shuffles to the edge of the booth, pulling you along with him to let Renjun sit at your other side, allowing him to be squashed in between you and the wooden barrier instead, which he seems weirdly content with, although he does wince when he feels your purse dig into his side and you’re quick to move it with an apology, but he dismisses it with a wave of his hand and smile.
You’re pressed right up against Jeno now, his arm bringing you even closer to him than usual but he lets you go after a certain while, fingertips brushing against the exposed skin of your back from where your shirt has risen up. He pulls it down on his way, keeping you decent before dropping his arm back into his lap.
Goosebumps crawl up your skin from the touch and you involuntarily shiver at the feeling, straightening your posture and tearing your attention away from his wandering eyes, completely missing the way his lips curl upwards into a grin.
What you don’t miss is Eunkyung staring at you and as soon as you meet her eyes, her lips pull into a tight smile which you return back, grabbing your glass of coke to distract yourself from what just happened.
“You. Put that down” Donghyuck points a finger at you, shaking his head with a tut. “We’re doing shots before we continue drinking. You pick first” Going for the easiest option, you reach for one of the shots that tipped over earlier, picking one with the least amount of drink and his mouth opens wide as if you just outwardly offended him. He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything as the others begin to reach for their own shots, clinking their glasses together and Donghyuck’s quick to join, eager to drink.
You’re pleasantly surprised at the fruity taste that slides down your throat but winces at the burn it leaves behind, similar to Renjun beside you who starts to complain.
“What the fuck was that?” He curses, grabbing his beer to wash down the taste of the shot. “What flavour was th—What did you fucking buy?!”
“I don’t know, a whole bunch of different flavoured shots” Donghyuck shrugs his shoulders as he picks up Renjun’s empty shot glass, taking a whiff. His eyebrows raise in surprise, “That’s passionfruit! I had that too, we matched!”
“I hate passionfruit” Renjun almost gags, bringing the beer bottle to his lips again and chugging a few gulps.
“I think me and Jeno had cherry” Eunkhyung announces, staring at the red stain on Jeno’s chosen shot glass. She grins happily, “We matched”
Jeno nods briefly before turning to you, “What did you have?”
“Raspberry” Jaemin answers for you as he winks at you from across the booth.
“So, I not only had to have a disgusting flavour but I matched with Donghyuck of all people?” Renjun scoffs, eyeballing every single one of you with irritancy, despite their being a little bit of humour pooling in his eyes. “Un-fucking-believable”
“So, what brought you ladies here tonight?” Jaemin asks you and Eunkyung after a few more drinks, courtesy to Eunkyung who had promised to buy everyone the next round. Originally, the next drinks that were bought by Eunkyung were supposed to be for Jeno, but with the other members now joining the table and their constant pleading, she ended up purchasing more than she should’ve.
You felt bad knowing how pricey this bar was, making a mental note to pay for half of the drinks that were bought at the end of the night even if Eunkyung was giving you side glances to let you know that everything was fine. This was her favourite band after all, she would do anything for them if it meant spending a few more minutes with him… or even just Jeno.
“Just to hang out with a few drinks” You tell him, eyeing over at the stage where a few of their set pieces are still laid. “We came to listen to your band too”
“Oh?” Jaemin smirks, leaning back into his seat, legs spread wide beneath the table. “Are you guys a fan of our music?”
“I’m a huge fan of your music” Eunkyung gushes excitedly and you allow her to take control of the conversation, leaning her elbows on the table to lean forwards so her cleavage almost spilling out of the top of her dress purposely. You admire her for her confidence even though you so badly want to tell her she doesn’t have to try so hard to get someone’s attention, she’s gorgeous. “I’ve been to almost every single one of your shows here!!”
“Have you been to any of our shows?” Jeno asks and it takes you a few seconds to realise that he’s talking to you when you notice everyone is staring at you, waiting for a reply. The corner of Jeno’s lip twitches upwards slightly as he tilts his head to the side, “Is this your first time?”
“She’s never been” Eunkyung answers for you and you nod your head to confirm. “She doesn’t even like this type of music. I practically had to force her out of her—”
“Is there something wrong with our music?” Donghyuck mocks offence with his hand pressed against his chest like you actually wounded him and Jaemin tuts with a quick shake of his head, mumbling jokingly about how much of a fake fan you are while Renjun stays silent with a grin, watching everything unfold.
“There’s nothing wrong with your music… it’s just that nobody can top WayV”
“You like Wayv?” Jaemin gapes at you, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline and you nod your head. “I think I might seriously be in love with you right now” The boys laugh at that, teasing Jaemin for his ‘embarrassing’ choice of words while Jeno remains quiet with a small grin on his face, keeping his eyes on you which starts to make you feel a little bit stuffy, especially with how his body is pressed against your side too.
“WayV is incredible” Eunkyung pitches in above the laughter and you smile at her, forever grateful for the time she cleared her schedule to go with you to one of their concerts. You seriously owe her one for that. “Jeno, do you like WayV too?”
“They’re great” Jeno hums, his answer short and to the point. Eunkyung beams excitedly and she opens her mouth to speak again but Jeno’s already beat her to it, “Is this really your first time watching us here?”
“Yeah” You confirm, glancing over at Eunkyung who seems a little defeated and you frown at that, not wanting to see her upset or left out so you point over at her, hoping to bring his attention to her this time. “But, like Eunkyung said, she’s a huge fan of—”
“I think you should let me show you what’s backstage here…” Jeno leans forward to whisper lowly to you, even though it was caught by everyone sitting in the booth. His dark eyes stare at you through his pink bangs, awaiting your answer but you struggle to give him one when everyone is staring at you both. Eunkyung’s in complete and utter shock, mouth hung wide and brows pulling together.
She didn’t look impressed, not one bit, and you honestly couldn’t blame her with the way she has been flirting with Jeno this entire time only for him to ignore all the advances given and ask you if you wanted to see what was backstage.
But the phrase itself must mean more than what it actually was due to how everyone was reacting. His members look quite impressed, maybe even a little smug too considering how they’re not so subtly nudging each other beneath the table and Jaemin’s wiggling his brows, mouthing the word ‘Jeno Magic’ which you caught after Donghyuck’s quick gasp. Eunkyung seems flabbergasted, unable to form any words even though her mouth opens and closes repeatedly.
“What do you say?” Jeno grabs your attention and you turn to face him as his hand knocks against yours lightly. His hand sneaks in the gap between the table and yours with his palm facing upwards, connecting your hands together by slipping his fingers through the gaps of yours, holding your hand gently in his. The warmth of his hand is a complete contrast to his cold metal rings that nip your skin, but it’s weirdly comforting as you find yourself curling your fingers to intertwine with his. “Let me take you backstage… just me and you, yeah? Come with me”
You are aware of how silly you must look right now, not speaking a word while the others are staring at you, awaiting for your answer. You’re unsure of what to say, especially when a big part of you wants to decline, to say how Eunkyung deserves this more than you do, seeming as she’s the fan of the band, the music and Jeno is her favourite member. But then there’s another part of you that’s telling you to take it, to grip his hand in yours and allow him to drag you wherever backstage.
You’ve always been unlucky in situations like these, always being the one that’s left behind during hangouts at a bar while others had fun with boys or getting drunk (which, to be fair, is all on you. You never were the one to go home with someone completely unknown or let yourself indulge yourself in alcohol until you were unable to function) It was never your thing.
“Y/N—”
“Okay” You and Eunkyung speak at the same time, meeting her wide eyes with your own. You don’t even get a chance to explain yourself or even change your mind as Jeno’s already sliding out of the booth, his fingers tightening around your own and pulling you along with him. You hurriedly grab your purse to throw it over your shoulder, sending an apologetic smile Eunkhyung’s way as you’re whisked from the group, drowning out the noise of the boy's hollering and whooping behind you.
You clench your hand around Jeno’s as he pulls you through a crowd, ducking your head low to avoid the stares of randomers who watch you leave with him, wishing that they were in your position. You feel pretty confident at the thought of people being jealous over you and you dwell on the feeling a little longer until Jeno’s leading you both down a vacant hallway, heading towards a red door with the words ‘BACKSTAGE. STAFF AND BAND ACCESS ONLY’ written in bold font on the wood.
“Here we go…” Jeno mumbles beneath this breath as he pushes open the door, allowing you to walk in first. You take a step inside, captivated by the fancy string lights that hang from the ceiling, bulbs flickering as Jeno flips the switch to turn them on. It lights the room completely, allowing you to see a colour scheme of pink and black filling the room. Walls coloured a neon pink with various posters plastered across them, a black carpet with instruments and clothes littered all over, and a leather sofa and glass coffee table in the middle of the room.
Your eyes almost bulge out of your head when you see a pair of light blue undies thrown across the arm of the sofa and Jeno seems to follow your line of sight as he begins laughing, walking over and picking up the garment nonchalantly.
“Renjun had someone in here earlier. Hyejin” The name doesn’t ring any bells but you nod anyway, watching as he unzips a backpack with Renjun’s nametag on and shoves it inside, looking over at you with a playful smile. “He’ll probably want that for later”
“For later?” You dare to ask, but all Jeno does is throw you a mischievous wink as he zips up Renjun’s backpack and gently kicks it to the side, out of your wandering and curious eyes. You don’t really take much notice as he comes to stand beside you, too focussed on other things that you find scattered amongst the room. You spot a few zip lock bags on the glass coffee table, a few filled with pre rolled joints and others filled with pills and white substances.
“Jaemin and Donghyuck” He whispers in your ear before you can even get the chance to question and you jump at the close proximity, not expecting him to be as close as he was. You feel his breath fan against your skin as he leans in again, mumbling softly, “They like taking a hit before performing on stage, gets their adrenaline high”
You hesitate to ask, “What about you?”
“Occasionally, but not tonight. Sober in that department right now” He moves around, coming to stand exactly in front of you. His hand comes up to touch your cheek, rings gliding over your cheekbone as he looks into your eyes. “You know the reason why I brought you here, don’t you?”
“Apparently not just to see what’s backstage” You let out a lighthearted laugh, feeling slightly nervous under his touch and gaze. He smirks at that with a shake of his head and you gulp, your palms sweaty and clammy. “I don’t… I don’t do this type of stuff”
Jeno hums, “Do what?”
You feel embarrassed now, heat crawling up your neck and you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes anymore as your focus shot down to his necklace. You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole when Jeno grabbed your chin between his finger and thumb, lifting your head to meet his gaze once again.
“If you’re uncomfortable, I can take you back out to the bar right now” Jeno tells you, voice full of sincerity and honesty. “Just say the word and we’ll leave… I’ll take you back to your friend and I’ll even call a cab for you to get back home if you don’t want to stay”
“That’s the thing…” You pause, teeth gnawing down on your bottom lip as you feel the inner struggle of wanting to stay but also wanting to leave, more of the former. “I do want to stay. You’re… you’re pretty intriguing, you know?”
“Me? I’m intriguing?” Jeno chuckles, unable to hide the smile on his face. “It’s actually you that’s intrigued me. You caught my attention as soon as I saw you earlier. I’ve never seen you around before and yet you make me feel like I’m going insane, I just—” He stops, voice huskier as he stares at you. “I want you so bad. I want to play with you”
“Play?” You repeat, your own voice small and quiet.
“Will you let me play with you for a bit?” He asks you so sweetly despite the dark look in his eyes. “You want to play with me too, right? I can make you feel good… want to make that pretty little pussy of yours ready for me”
You nod your head weakly, “Okay”
You gasp as Jeno instantly twists you around, back pressed against his chest with his lips resting on your shoulder, nipping at the skin as his hands slowly slide down the strap of your purse, letting it drop to the floor with a thump. Your heart beats widely in your chest at his touch, trying to steady your breathing as his fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt, knuckles rubbing your sides as he lifts the shirt up, bringing it over your head and letting it join your purse.
His teeth snag at your earlobe and your crane your neck to the side, allowing to nip and suck at the area as much as he pleases, eliciting a satisfied hum from you. His hips push forwards, his bulge rutting against your lower back while his fingers come down to rest at your hips. You fight the urge to laugh when you feel his fingers drum a beat on your skin, a similar beat to the one that was playing earlier when he was performing, but the urge to laugh disappears when his teeth bite down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, legs almost giving in from shock if it wasn’t for the grip he suddenly had on you.
“You’re so sensitive” He purrs against your skin, his tongue licking the forming mark. “Are you sensitive in other places too?”
“Jeno” You whimper his name when you feel his blunt nails dig into your hips to turn you around, his nose brushing your own before he leans in to push his lips to yours for the first time. The kiss was soft at first, a few second lip lock that caused your body to tingle with nerves that soon slips away when you feel the intensity grow, your hands sliding around his shoulders while his cup the sides of your neck, head tilting to the side as his tongue parts your lips.
You grip the hair at his nape to bring him as close to you as you possibly could and Jeno happily obliges, body flush against yours with his hands secure around your neck, taking control of the passionate and heated kiss. It makes your head spin, lungs burn—desperate for air, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to part from him so soon. His kiss is intoxicating.
“Need you t—” He breaks from you only to connect your lips again, unable to finish his sentence until he has to force himself back. “Need you to lie down for me”
You immediately drop down to the carpet with Jeno following in suit, not daring to even lay on the leather sofa after seeing the underwear Renjun’s fling had forgotten hanging off the arm, you shiver as you think about what else could be left behind.
Jeno sits at your waist, knees planted on both sides of your body, the silver pointed studs on his pants pricking through the fabric of your jeans. You watch as he takes off his pink body warmer, his black graphic long tee coming off next, messing up his hair even more as it’s tugged over his head. You are in complete awe at his muscled body, hands coming out to trace the outline of his prominent abs and v-line that makes your mouth water. He’s fascinating to look at even without the punk-like clothing.
His silver crossed chained necklace glides across your skin as he litters kisses and nips down your body, paying extra attention to your breasts that he’s eager to rip free from your bra, not even apologising as you hear the material tear from force.
Your head tips back with a gasp as his tongue rolls over your nipple before it's sucked into his mouth, teeth grazing against the sensitive bud which has you moaning at the sensation, unable to control the gentle jerks of your body.
“Pretty, pretty girl…” Jeno praises you, tongue swirling around the opposite nipple, fingers kneading your breasts. “You’re so sensitive, so easy to play with, aren’t you?”
“Jen—”
“Shhh…” Jeno shushes you as you moan a little too loudly, watching you with hooded lids as he pulls your jeans and panties down, discarding them somewhere to the side as he pries open your legs, eyes roaming down your body and to your glistening folds. Your heart races as he's looking at your pussy and you feel a little bit embarrassed, debating on whether snapping your legs close so he couldn’t look anymore or telling him to hurry up so you don’t feel hot under his gaze.
Jeno’s already crawling down between your legs before you can even react and your thighs almost close in on his head as you feel his mouth trail kissing around the skin of your inner thighs, teeth nipping at your most sensitive areas and almost lose yourself as his tongue presses in between your folds, his nose rubbing against your throbbing clit that’s been beginning for his attention.
“Jeno…” You whisper out his name pathetically, back arching off of the floor as his hands join his tongue, two digits pushing through your entrance and curling upwards, drawing out a moan from you. He’s sloppy with his tongue, licking you in all the right places that has your toes curling over his shoulders and his fingers that fuck into you send you wailing. You’re loud now, too loud to the point Jeno’s free hand moves up your body to curl around your mouth, keeping your noises muffled in the palm of his hand.
Your pussy squeezes Jeno’s fingers desperately and the vibrations of him chuckling against your folds sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pure bliss, unable to watch the mess of pink hair between your legs no more. He strokes your walls, the cold metal of his ringers that he should’ve taken off before even thinking about fingering you sends shivers down your spine.
before even thinking about fingering you sends shivers down your spine.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good” His tongue presses in between your folds and you whimper beneath his palm, thighs shaking beside his head as he finger fucks you faster and harder, the wet sounds from your pussy making you want to curl up in embarrassment but your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you want nothing more than to come undone around his fingers.
He’s whispering praises at your pussy as he continues his ministrations through your climax, nose nudging your little bundle of nerves, messy and sloppy kisses on your folds, fingers curling to graze against the sweet spot and it’s enough to draw out a few tears, becoming far too sensitive for him to continue.
You’re pushing him back with your foot and Jeno laughs as finally lets you go, dropping your legs from his shoulders and kneeling in between them, watching as your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to capture your breath.
“Doing so good for me, pretty girl“ Your heart warms at his praise and you peel your eyes open just in time to see him bring his two fingers to his mouth, covered in your slick. He keeps eye contact with you as he pushes the digits past his lips to suck them clean and you find the sight unbelievably attractive.
He removes his fingers out of his mouth with a pop before his hands drop to his pants. He’s quick to get rid of the rest of his clothing, moving them out of the way with a hard shove so they wouldn’t cause any interruptions between you both. His hand locks around your wrist to drag you up into a sitting position, your forehead almost knocking against his chest at the harsh tug.
His head dips low to kiss your lips softly before he orders you to turn around, to get on your hands and knees in front of him. You do as you’re told without question, flipping around with your ass in the air, cheek resting against the pink carpet.
“Shit… I wish you could see yourself from this angle” Jeno curses, fingers dripping the flesh of your ass and getting the skin a few light taps. He shuffles forwards on his knees, one hand wrapping around himself to tap the head of his cock against your entrance, collecting your arousal with a low groan.
“Please” You manage to pathetically plead out and Jeno hums with a nod, licking at his lips as he pushes his thick head into you gently. Your eyes widen at the burning stretch, fully understanding how fucking big he is even without seeing his cock. He stops for a few seconds to let out a shaky breath with a laugh, rubbing at your hips as he feels you tremble beneath him, somewhat mocking you but you pay no attention as you wiggle your ass back into him, begging for him to move.
“Fuck” Jeno seeths through his teeth at the go ahead, moving his hand up from your hips to your lower back as he pushes in deeper, bottoming out completely. A strangled gasp rips from the back of your throat, nails scraping across the carpet in search of anything to grasp onto to keep yourself grounded as Jeno’s hips press against your ass, dick buried deep within the warmth of your walls that has him panting. You’re unable to make a noise, mouth stuck open wide as Jeno pulls his hips back before rolling them forward, thrusting back into you.
His deep strokes has you choking on your own words as you try to speak, try to tell him how fucking good it feels. He’s angling his hips, hitting a particular spot inside of you that finally has you squealing, almost sending you flying forwards if it wasn’t for his grip.
“I got you” Jeno chuckles between grunts, his balls hitting the backs of your thighs with loud slaps. “You like that, pretty girl? Yeah? Am I making you feel good?”
“Good” You spit out, mind too blank to come up with a functioning sentence. He laughs again as he finds a good rhythm to work with, a rhythm that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He’s moving too fast for you to register and the sound of skin slapping against skin has your head whirling.
“I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy of yours—fill you up, yeah? Gonna fill you up with my cum” The way his tone sounds and how jumbled his words are indicates how close he is to his orgasm and you’re not far behind. You wish you could move back against him, you wish you could do more than just lay here with your ass in the air. You want to make him feel good too, but you can’t find any of your strength and your mind is too clouded with lust and pleasure to even begin to move. You’re stuck as a moaning mess for him to use, not that you’re complaining.
The only thing you can do is tighten your pussy around his cock in hopes that it would do something to make him feel good and he gives you one big thrust before he stills, his cock pumping spurts of cum in your walls as he hits his climax. The feeling alone sets you off into your last orgasm of the night, mewling at the warmth that spreads through you. He’s panting heavily, slowly rolling his hips to ride out the last wave of both your orgasms, smirking proudly when he feels your body tremble.
Jeno takes his time pulling out of you carefully and once you’re free, your body flops down to the carpet, the air knocking out of your lungs from the harsh impact. You gasp for air desperately, trying your best to regulate your breathing as you come down from your intense high, grimacing as you feel Jeno’s cum pool out of your pussy, making a mess of your thighs and the carpet beneath you. You go to turn your head over your shoulder to see if Jeno’s okay but you’re shrieking with a wince as you feel Jeno’s hands run up your thighs and to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to lean down and leave a smooch on your leaking pussy, chest vibrating with a hum.
“Good girl”
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Duncney week: Day 3(music)/Day 4(au)
So I may be cheating but this oneshot covers both. It’s a continuation of my idol/manager au where Courtney is the band manager for Duncan’s punk rock band. Parts 1 and 2 were reblogged on my page for anyone who wants to catch up
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The giant box that Courtney had to sign for this morning sat in the middle of the living room of her apartment. It looked out of place and stuck out like a sore thumb. Everything in her apartment had a place, and it was overall pretty bare considering she didn’t spend much time living there. The band was always going from one tour to another and when they were back home she rarely had a day when she wasn’t working to book them every gig she could. Today was her first day off since she had started managing them.
The box in question came with very specific instructions to not open until 8:00 that night. Why? Courtney hadn’t a clue but couldn’t ignore her need to follow the rules. Now it was 7:59 as she sat on her couch and stared at the package anxiously waiting. She even had her box cutter ready.
The second her watch turned to 8:00, Courtney lunged forward, ready to finally tear it open but at that exact moment there was a knock on her door.
When she flung the door open to see Duncan standing there she gave the most exasperated groan.
“You know today is supposed to be my day off from babysitting you, right?” Instead giving a rebuttal, Duncan walked past her and into the apartment.
“I see you got my package.” His abrupt entrance threw her and Courtney turned around with a puzzled look on her face l. Duncan took her confusion as an opportunity to goad her and let his eyes flicker down and then back up again. “No not that package, trust me, you’d know if-“
“You sent this?”
“Yeah?” He answered as if she was somehow supposed to magically know it was from him.
“What is it...” Courtney was suddenly very apprehensive, surprises from Duncan were never good.
“Just open it.”
She spared him one more weary glance before cutting open the cardboard. Courtney lifted up the instrument case, knowing immediately just by its shape what was inside. Her heart began to race as she undid the clasps and opened the case.
For a few moments all she could do was stare in disbelief.
“It’s-“
“An electric violin...” Courtney cut him off and delicately let a finger glide across it’s smooth black surface. It was beautiful.
“How did you know?” How could he know? She never talked about her personal life with him. As much as Duncan got under her skin she tried to keep things between them as professional as possible. For reasons she wasn’t complete sure of she had to keep him at an arms length.
“I may have done some digging on you.” Duncan looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. “And I owed you for putting up with all of my bullshit.”
Courtney was at a loss for words, no one had ever done anything like this for her before. Not only that but she knew these things could cost thousands of dollars.
“I can’t accept this, Duncan.”
“Sure you can, and now we’re even and you can’t tell anyone about the record store incident.” It made her giggle and broke the tension.
“So are we gonna hook this baby up or what?”
She let him hook up the violin to the amp that was also in the box and although Courtney had been playing violin since she was eight years old, the way Duncan watched her, made her nervous.
Experimentally she pulled the bow against the strings a few times and felt the notes of music practically vibrate through her.
She looked back to Duncan to see he was grinning at her and found her face held a similar expression.
“Don’t stop now, I expect a private concert.” He winked. Usually she’d get combative at his attempts to flirt with her, but for tonight, she’d allow it.
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Fic Updates & Postings
Here is a running list of fic updates and new projects that I have planned. They will (hopefully) be posted in this order, unless something goes awry. You’ll find information about when I will most likely be posting and which things are taking priority for me at the moment. Sending all the love and good thoughts to you 💖💜💙
Let Me Out (WIP): chp 1 *NEW* (t100fic4blm)
Expected pub. date: Dec. 3rd
Bellamy isn't crazy.
He gets sent Arkadia Wellness Center, an alternative to most treatment programs, anyway. He knows it's going to be a failure, like all the others. He's willing to go though, for his mom and sister, even if it's useless. Except he doesn't count on one thing. He doesn't count on Clarke Griffin.
Clarke's never gonna get the hell out of here.
She's been in and out of Arkadia Wellness for over two years. Just when her mom thinks she's better, she lands right back where she started. If only her mom would understand she doesn't want fixing. Then Bellamy arrives, and for the first time in her life, she wants to run toward something, instead away.
Of course, love, and life, is never that easy.
my sky’s not blue, it’s violent rain (WIP): chp 2
Expected pub. date: Dec.9th.
Clarke and Bellamy grow closer despite their less than friendly start. However, Bellamy’s secret and job to steal the company’s secrets comes to light at the worst possible time.
ADVENT CALENDAR FIC (for thebellarkescord) (oneshot)
Expected pub. date: secret shhhhhh
Advent fic for thebellarkescord
I Got You Babe (WIP): chp 1 *NEW* (t100fic4blm)
Expected pub. date: Dec. 15th
Reports are coming in that The Primes have struck again, leaving yet another vault empty and a security team utterly confused as to how it happened. More to come in the latest development on the now ten year spree of robberies in Arkadia. Will The Primes ever be caught? Or will their reign continue for yet another year?
John Murphy and Bellamy Blake, private investigators from New York, and self-proclaimed badasses, figure the case of The Primes will lead to a key to the city or another award to put on their shelves. They count on their tact ability to root out criminals and best kept secrets.
What that they don't count on is Emori Woodhouse and Clarke Griffin, tenacious investigative journalists who've been working the case since The Primes first job. They're not about to just let a couple of outsiders handle things, given their own personal ties to it.
A disastrous first meeting sparks a game of wit and skill with a side of immature shenanigans. Then, the stakes are raised, and it's not just money on the line, but lives of innocents. They're forced to put aside their differences if they're going to even have a chance at solving this damn case. Once and for all.
Comeback Kids (WIP): chp 1 *NEW* (t100fic4blm)
Expected pub. date: Dec. 22nd
Bellamy dies, and Clarke isn't sure how she's meant to make it in a world without her soulmate. Just as she and his best friend, Murphy, lose their grip on Bellamy, he starts appearing to them. They see it as the most precious gift. Clarke thinks there's no life for her without Bellamy, but Murphy's intent on showing her that it's still worth living, even amongst the pain. He helps Clarke heal and have hope once more, all while talking to his dead friend, convincing him that they'll survive. Though he knows neither one of them will ever be whole again, he thinks things might be okay, one day.
If only he and Clarke didn't fall in love, like proper idiots.
The Greatest (WIP): chp 1 *NEW* (t100fic4blm)
Expected pub. date: Dec. 29th
Bellamy Blake is a rising star with a drive that keeps him always looking toward the future. Clarke Griffin’s just another groupie, following bands and losing herself in the moment. When they collide? Well, it’s gonna be a song everyone wants to know the lyrics of, or at least, be around for the wreckage.
AKA Groupie!Clarke and Musician!Bellamy set against the backdrop of the pop punk scene in the late 90s/early 00s.
Come Up for Air (WIP): chp 1 *NEW* (t100fic4blm)
Expected pub. date: Dec. 31st
Sanctum is supposed to be a fresh start. For everyone. Moving on from past heartache and betrayal is easier said than done though. Bellamy and Clarke find that letting go is harder than either one of them imagined. Their relationship is fractured and painful to even look at, with so much hurt on both sides. On their journey back to one another, their most fearsome enemy yet turns out to be forgiveness, and learning how to give that to one another once more.
Basically, a s6 AU in which Bellamy doesn’t forgive Clarke right away, and all the consequences of it.
WRECK JROTH FIC COLLAB (oneshot)
Expected pub. date: April 6th
The delinquents have a treaty with the grounders when the Ark comes down.
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Somebody To Love. (Loki x Reader)
Title: Somebody To Love
Chapter no.: Oneshot
Notes: OOOOkay this was some kind of a request that I really loved :3 Hope you enjoy!Also the song I chose is the remix by Brittany Murphy.
Rating/Warnings: FLUFF
Chapter’s Soundtrack: Somebody To Love by Brittany Murphy or Queen (if you like them better) (x) + (x)
Summary: There are two gangs at the college..The first is called the Avengers,its members are Tony Stark,Natasha Romanoff,Clint Barton,Bruce Banner,Steve Rogers,Thor and Loki Odinson.The second gang is called the Abandoned,its members are Bucky Barnes,Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,Sam Wilson and Y/N.The Avengers were always the loved ones,great with the lessons,sports,art etc. while the Abandoned were always ignored,been called freaks,loners..Each and everyone in these two gangs have nicknames.Tony’s being an annoying little shit,as always,and drags the Avengers,plus Loki,to the Blue Galaxy club,near their college,and it’s karaoke night!
Avengers Chatroom:
HawkEye: “Ugh,Tony..how are you always in a party mood?!”
BlackWidow: “Like you don’t know him,Clint..”
IronMan: “Hey,it’s not a crime that I want to enjoy myself!”
Hulk: “You do that every night!”
IronMan: “Why you’re being a party pooper?”
Hulk: “I don’t know!Maybe the fact that the last time you threw a party and stuck a “kick me I change colors” paper on my back,and everybody did it and the other guy came out made me a party pooper!”
IronMan: “Oh come on!Nobody got hurt!”
Hulk: “Because Nat was there to calm me down!”
HawkEye: “Plus Thor hit your head pretty hard,for you to focus on Nat..”
Hulk: “Yes and I don’t want this to happen again!”
IronMan: “Guys!Will you trust me tonight?We’re going on a club for god’s sake..”
BlackWidow: “And that’s good because..?”
IronMan: “We’re in a public place,I won’t do anything stupid this time,like bring back the green guy..”
Capt.America: “I have a bad feeling for this..”
IronMan: “Thor and Loki will be there too.”
HawkEye: “LOKI?!But he doesn’t like that kind of stuff..he’s just so..”
BlackWidow: “Snob?”
HawkEye: “Yeah..”
IronMan: “Don’t worry,Thor is doing his work..”
Capt.America: “I still have a bad feeling for this.”
IronMan: “Stop your whining..we’ll all meet in our usual spot at the park,around 9:00.End of disgussion!”
And so they did!By 9 they were at the park waiting for Thor and Loki,but they didn’t notice a shadow watching them.Just 5 minutes later Thor and a very displeased Loki came.
“Like FINALLY!” Tony raised his arms to the sky.
“Sorry,we’re late I had to convince him..” Tho answered,crossing his arms,recieving a glare from Loki.
“What did you tell him,to make him more grumpy anyway?”
“He told me that if I didn’t come he will make me clean his room for a year..I don’t want to suffer like that..”
“Ugh!”
“Thor man..that’s cruel,even for me..”
“Aaanyway let’s go.Time for Par-tey!”
And so they all got in the Blue Galaxy club,drinks and music fill the atmosphere.But just outside in the shadows,a man looking to kill his time,sends a message to his friends.
Abandoned chatroom:
WinterSoldier: “Hey guys!”
“Guys!”
“Guys!”
ScarletWitch: “What is it Bucky..?”
WinterSoldier: “Where are the others?”
QuickSilver: “Here!”
Falcon: “Here..”
Aconitum (your nickname): “Here..”
WinterSoldier: “You guys have anything to do?”
Falcon: “Nope..and I’m extremily bored and annoyed so you better have a good reason..”
WinterSoldier: “How about you guys come at the Blue Galaxy?”
Aconitum: “Uhmm..why?”
WinterSoldier: “Our little Avengers are here and I thought maybe we could attract their attention..”
Falcon: “Dude! Again with the ‘attract them’ shit..we’ve talk about it a millions of times.”
QuickSilver: “Sam is right,man..they’ll never see us..”
ScarletWitch: “No matter what we do.”
WinterSoldier: “Yes but tonight they will!”
Falcon: “And why is that?”
WinterSoldier: “It’s karaoke night..”
Aconitum: “No!”
WinterSoldier: “Oh come on (Y/N)! You have an amazing voice!”
Aconitum: “I’m not sure Buck..you know I’m nervous in front of a croud..”
WinterSoldier: “You won’t be alone,hon,we’ll all be together on stage..I promise you,sweetheart.”
Aconitum: “I..ugh..I don’t know..”
WinterSoldier: “Guys?”
QuickSilver: “I’m in!”
Falcon: “Me too!”
ScarletWitch: “I’ll be there for (Y/N).”
WinterSoldier: “(Y/N)?”
Aconitum: “Alright..I’m in.”
WinterSoldier: “Great! I’m waiting at the door!Don’t be late.”
Meanwhile at the club..
“I really don’t know why I let you drag me here..” Loki couldn’t stop whining.
“You’d clean up his mess for a year..”
“Yeah thanks for reminding me,Clint..”
“Loki..No stabbing!” Natasha graps his dagger and hides it on her bag. “Could we please have a good time without you killing people?Or trying to?”
“No promises..”
Just as Natasha tried to say something,Tony and Steve came with their drinks.
“You guys won’t believe this!”
“Did you find a girl for Clint?”
“No..we weren’t that lucky..”
“You guys know that I’m right here right?”
“Anyway..guess what kind of night is tonight!”
“Saturday night..”
“Except that you bozo..It’s karaoke night!”
“So what?”
“Oh,come on,Bruce! Don’t you know what that means?”
“We can make fun of the wannabe singers!”
“Loki no..”
“I was about to say that we’ll see many many many girls,if you know what I mean..”
“Hey Tony..”
“Yep?”
“Shut it.”
“Alright..calm down,girl.”
And so the karaoke competition begun,Loki of course was the toughest judge,while Tony,Clint and Thor only commented about the appearance,and the rest of them just enjoyed the songs.After an hour of songs it was time for the last one..the Abandoned were getting ready,they already found where the Avengers were sitting.
When they anounce their turn there was only one thought in (Y/N)’s mind: “Here goes nothing.”
They walk up on stage and as they waited for the music to start,(Y/N) closed her eyes and took deep breaths,finally the music starts.Her friends as second voices,together.
‘Can anybody find me somebody to love?’
She takes one last deep breath and starts.
‘Ooh,each mornin' I get up,I die a little..
Can barely stand on my feet,
Take a look in the mirror and cry.
Lord what you're doing to me..’
“Ooh,gorgeous,what do you say,reindeer games?Uhm..raindeer games?”
“Brother..?”
But Loki couldn’t take his eyes away from her.She’s wearing the most beautiful punk suspender skirt and tight shirt,in black colour,with dark green leggings and boots.
“Beautiful..” he said without thinking.
‘I have spent all my years in believing you.
I just can't get no relief,Lord!
Somebody,ooh somebody..
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
I work hard every day of my life,
I work till I ache in my bones..
At the end of the day,
I take home my hard earned pay all on my own.
I get down on my knees and I starting pray,
Till the tears run down from my eyes.
Lord,somebody,please somebody..
Can anybody find me somebody to love?’
“That some voice she got there,right guys?”
“What’s her name again?”
“(Y/N)..” Loki said dreamily.
“Hey Loki..”
“hmm?”
“Stop drooling..”
‘Everyday,I try and I try,and I try.
But everybody wants to put me down.
They say, they say I'm going crazy..
They say I got a lot of water in my brain,
Got no common sense,
I got nobody left to believe in!
Find me somebody to love. (x12)
Somebody,somebody,somebody,somebody
Somebody,somebody,somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?’
“Thank you,thank you.” (Y/N) bows slightly,and run down the stage with the rest and with a giant grin on her face.They sat on a table just opposite of the Avengers,it works fine for Loki..he kept looking at her with a stupid smile on his face.
“Well..we might not got their attention but you did get one’s..” Wanda nudges her.
“What are you talking about..?”
“Like you don’t know,sweetheart..”
(Y/N) starts blushing and looks at the opposite table and her eyes meet those emerald ones and smiles shyly.Loki quickly turns away with a hint of pink on his cheeks.The night’s passing as usual,they anounced who was the winner,it was some guy named Miguel or something,but the Abandoned were 2nd place!Not bad for a first time..also we almost forgot something..a very shy boy was watching.
“Ugh! For the love of-Loki just go talk to her!”
“No I’m not..!”
“Loki you big,assbag,just go!”
“I can’t..she won’t want to dance with me..”
“Brother,if you don’t ask,you’ll never know..and if somebody else ask her you’ll regret it.”
“Thunderbolt,has a point here,just ask her before someone else!”
“Alright,alright..I’m going..”
“Go get ‘em tiger!”
Loki took some deep breaths to calm his nerves as he made his way towards her.
“Hello there..”
She turned her head at the voice’s direction and she saw Loki,with a slight red on his cheeks.
“Hi..” she says shyly.
“Well..uh..you really have a beautiful voice.”
“Thank you..”
“I’m Loki..”
“I know.” when she realised what she said her eyes widden and a dark blush appeared on her face.Loki just smirked.
“Is that so..?” he asks in more confidence.
(Y/N) laughed nervously and played with her hands on her lap.
“Well,my lady,would you honor me with a dance?” he offered her his hand with a boyish smile.
“Yes she will!” Wanda exclaimed and shoved her towards Loki’s arms,(Y/N) blushed even more at the contact.
“Perfect..” he said and he took her to the dancefloor.
While they were dancing he couldn’t help but enjoy how her eyes lit from the lights of the club,and how her smile made his stomach full with butterflies.
“You’re so beautiful..” he whispers to her ear,that made her hide her face on his chest.For the first time in his life Loki felt that he can be happy for once,with her in his arms.
A/N: this one was waiting for about 2 months(?) to be posted,anyway thank you for reading and if you please,leave a comment? ♥
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Petals (ft. Hoseok)
Drabble Game Prompt 18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
→ hanahaki disease!au, extreme angst
→ 4k words (oneshot)
→ what happens when the surgery doesn’t work?
A/N: WOAH ok…I realized after writing this that this deserves a story talk so please read that! I hope my first Hoseok story turned out okay :)
The lights are piercing, shining too bright for a godless day like this. The nurses wheel you into a different ward that shares the same kind of lights, and you can see in the swinging doorway the faces of your close friends and family as they smile tearfully at your weak body atop of the gurney.
But the sight of him makes your heart clench, waving at you and hugging your mom close as he meets your gaze from a few feet away, and the overwhelming need to throw up comes again. The bitter taste of the petals are already at the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, tears pricking your eyes as you calm down your breathing and focus on the sharp smell of alcohol that fills the surgery ward.
The nurse smiles at you from under her mask, her eyes crinkling as she stops the gurney and begins preparing her tools. “It’ll be over before you even know it. You’re very brave to be doing this procedure.” You nod, as she prepares the anesthesia and puts a mask over your mouth.
“Alright, honey, can you count backwards from twenty please?” Other doctors and surgeons fill the room, and you can see on the second floor, that a few other doctors stand over the glass paneled room, watching.
You nod, and she smiles.
“20, 19, 18, 17, 16,” you begin, faltering as you count, “15…14…13…”
And everything goes black, the taste of flowers still bitter at the back of your throat.
You open your eyes, blinking groggily as you come to, and the first thing you hear is the cry of your mother, yelling your name. “Are you okay? Oh my god, Jeongguk, go call the doctor, she’s awake!”
She grabs your hand as you look around the room, and you sigh in relief as you realize that its only you, your mother, and your best friend, Jeongguk in the room. Somehow, you’re still scared of seeing him, scared of experiencing the gut-wrenching pain deep in your heart, and watching the soft white petals being flushed down the toilet.
“Your father’s outside, I told him to take a break.” She explains, and Jeongguk comes in that moment with the doctor.
He takes a look at his charts, examining your procedure. “So, Y/N, you received a hanahaki procedure two nights ago at 9:00 PM, and the procedure was finished in two hours. But you’re awake now, and you seem to be recovering well. How are the stitches feeling?”
You blink groggily, and look down to see bandages covering your chest. It doesn’t really feel like much. “I-I think I’m okay.”
He nods, checking a few tubes and pressing machine buttons before straightening up and smiling at your mother. “She’ll be okay. Give her a few days to rest and recover, and she can be discharged by Thursday.”
Your mom asks, “Doctor, is she really okay? Why was she unconscious for so long? Was the surgery really successful?”
He hums, frowning at your charts. “There seems to have been a slight mishap, but I’m sure her prolonged rest was also due to the fact that she was stressed out before the procedure and that might’ve added to her sleeping time. The anesthesia usually wears off completely after a day, so her extra day isn’t much of an anomaly yet. We’ll have to continue monitoring her, but for now, she’ll be okay.”
Your mother thanks him and sits down at your side. “How long was I out?” You croak, and she sadly reaches down and smoothes the hair out of your face. “Two full days, honey. We were so scared.”
Your eyes widen, “I thought the normal rest time was a full day at most.”
She nods, “I know dear. But you heard the doctor. You’re gonna be fine.”
You nod and lean back, closing your eyes. You didn’t necessarily feel any different, but definitely the scorching pain in your chest and your throat was gone. Your mom notices your fatigue and gets up. “I’m gonna go get your father really quick, Jeongguk, do you mind watching her for a bit?”
“Yeah of course, Auntie, go ahead.” He waits until she leaves before turning to you.
“Punk, you have no idea how worried we were. I’m so glad you’re finally fucking awake.”
You chuckle at his failure to be sentimental, the curse words already coming out. You open your eyes and he helps you sit up against the bed. “Well, nice to see you too.”
He pours you a cup of water. “You feeling okay?”
You nod slowly, a hand coming up to press lightly against your bandages. There really is no sensation there. “Uh, yeah. Well, I’m not sure exactly how I’m supposed to feel, but I guess I’m okay.”
He purses his lips. “It’s supposed to feel like normal all over again. Remember back when you didn’t have the disease? That’s what it felt like to me.” His eyes darken as he recalls the memory, his hand coming up to press against his chest subconsciously. After falling in love with a girl who unfortunately died in a car accident two years ago, Jeongguk was left with a forever unrequited love and no choice but to receive the surgery. He was one of the reasons you’d decided to get this surgery in the first place.
“I don’t know, it just feels like…nothing. Like I can’t even feel my heart beating, is that normal? Maybe it’s the numbing serum?”
He shrugs, “They’ve developed a lot of new ways for the surgery since I had mine two years ago. Don’t ask me.” You stick your tongue out at him as he laughs, “Judging from how bratty you still are, you’re fine.”
You throw your pillow at him, and he catches it lightheartedly with a loud laugh. Settling down, he tucks you in and you grab his arm before asking hesitantly, “Hey, is he here?”
He turns and sinks down on the chair, sighing at you. “I don’t know. He left last night and told me he’d be back soon, but I don’t know if him coming here is gonna do anything.”
“And they don’t know anything right?”
He nods slowly. “Don’t worry, you and I are the only ones that know.”
You’d begged Jeongguk not to tell anyone about who the white petals were for. And you made it a point to prevent your parents from knowing either, because it would break their heart to know that nine years ago, their daughter had fallen hard in love for a childhood friend, and had been rejected even before she got a chance to say anything.
You nod your head. “I want to see him,” you croak, “I need to make sure the surgery worked.”
Jeongguk pushes you down against the bed, tucking the covers up against you. “You need to rest, Y/N,” he murmurs, “It’s not really good to put yourself through so much stress right after.”
You shake your head as he successfully pushes you back, your body being too weak and your muscles too wobbly to fight back. But almost as if on cue, the door to the ward slides opens and there he is.
Jung Hoseok.
He smiles brightly, and he’s out of breath as if he ran, and he jogs over to your bedside, taking a seat beside Jeongguk.
“Y/N! You’re awake! I ran over as soon as your mom called!” He smiles brightly and your lips tug up at the corners at the way your throat no longer lurches at the sight of his smile and the cavity of your chest no longer aches and throbs at the way he reaches over and grasps your hands and utters the next words. “I’m so happy for you Y/N,” he whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips and engraving them into your knuckles, “You should live in peace now, and learn to fall in love with someone who deserves you. Not some bastard like him.”
Your eyes flicker to Jeongguk who rolls his eyes so hard and mutters, “I’m gonna go take a shit,” and leaves while Hoseok just smiles down at you and pats your hair.
“When can you discharge?” He asks thoughtfully, eyeing the monitors and machines aside your gurney.
You pause, “I think the doctor said a few more days. Thursday.”
He smiles, his white perfect teeth shining through that huge smile you once cried for countless nights for. “Perfect.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Why?”
His smiles seems to get even wider. “I couldn’t tell you because you were preparing for the surgery, but I asked Jiyeon to marry me. We’re gonna have our small private wedding next Saturday and I wanted you to be there to support me.”
You straighten up, but small odd pang hits where your stitches lie. Wincing, you lie back down and Hoseok’s smile gets replaced by shock as he sees your features morph into pain. “Shit, Y/N, are you ok? Did you tear your stitches?”
Looking down, you see the criss crossed black surgical thread above the neckline of your gown and shake your head. “I don’t think so, but that kind of hurt to move quickly. Sorry.”
He shakes his head, “Don’t apologize.” He helps you settle back down. “Congratulations, by the way. You’d been worried about how to pop the question since way back right?” You add, the pang now just a dull throb in your skin.
He smiles again, eyes drifting at the thought. “Yeah. But I’m really happy she said yes, and it turned out a lot better than I thought it would.” He glances at the clock, “But I’ll tell you about it a little later, you should get some rest. Do you need anything?”
You sleepily shake your head. “No. Thanks Hoseok.”
He nods and makes a move to get up, and when he’s by the doorway, you call out, “Hoseok?”
He turns and raises his brows, always the ever-so-caring and thoughtful childhood friend that you’ve always known. “Hm?”
You smile back at him, before sleep takes over.
“I’m happy for you.”
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Jeongguk helps you put on your shoes because he says putting too much pressure on the stitches by leaning down or moving the arms too much might cause scarring. Your mom fusses over your hair and her own outfit while your dad lingers by the doorway, rolling his eyes at how much the women are fussing over their outfits.
“Okay dad, we’re coming!” You huff, a big smile on your face.
Today was the day, the big day of the wedding and your family had been invited by the Jung’s to sit in front row. Your fathers had gone to college together and had maintained 30 years of friendship until now. Mr. Jung had Hoseok two years before you, and they were overjoyed to find years later after losing contact that their son and daughter were attending the same dance academy. So it was fitting that you were invited to this event, like all other events the Jungs or your family had.
But this time it was different.
Your heart no longer ached, and your eyes never tingled with tears, and your throat was now completely healed and no longer damaged from all the petals and the throwing up and grasping the toilet bowl at every family gathering or dance practice.
You arrive at the venue with a big smile. It’s a quaint little church, but Jeongguk squeezes your arm when he catches sight of the white lotuses that adorn every inch of the entrance.
You frown, because there’s no way that the white flowers are all lotuses because they’re one of the most rarest flowers to exist and there would be no way that the couple would choose the exact petals that scraped your esophagus–
The smell of the flowers confirm your doubts. The sickening sweet, rooty scent that besieges the entrance brings back a sour taste in the back of your throat that suspiciously reminds you of the way your spit would taste moments before the petals spilled forward. But nothing happens, and you sigh in relief.
It was mostly like food poisoning, you think. Just like the time you got food poisoning from some bad fish tacos, and seeing fish tacos years later still made you queasy. It was normal, you tell yourself.
But the bitter taste comes again when you greet the bride and she’s sitting there blushing and perfect and dressed to the nines in white and in her dainty little hands are nestled a bouquet of nine white lilies.
So you stumble out of the small room and stand outside with a hand steadying yourself against the wall, breathing heavily as you try to ignore the watering in your eyes and the nausea that comes in waves over your vision.
It’s the position Hoseok stumbles into you in, and he comes over with wide eyes.
“Y/N! Are you okay?” He glances back, as the hall begins to empty out as all of the guests begin to find their seats.
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. His eyebrows furrow, “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Maybe coming here days after the surgery wasn’t a good idea. You should get some rest.”
“I-I’m fine,” you croak out, trying to stand up straight, but he catches you when you stumble a bit on the heels you’re wearing. “I-I just need to sit down. I don’t really feel too good.”
He nods and guides you over to a small chair near the entrance of the church, kneeling beside you as you put your head in your hands. Glancing worriedly up at you, he asks softly, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You nod, trying to muster up a smile. “C-can you just talk? I-I need to get my mind off of this dizziness.”
He smiles, “Should I tell you about how I asked her to marry me?”
You nod, and he smiles, as he sits back on his knee and begins to recount.
“I thought a personal one would be the best, because we’ve never been a couple about showing it too much, you know? I took her to the concert hall that we first had our duet dance together and pretended like we were going to watch a dance concert but I took her on stage with a thousand white petals and—”
“Hoseok!” One of your friends from the dance academy runs over, Jimin, Hoseok’s best man. “Man, you gotta get ready soon. It��s about to start.”
Hoseok glances at you, and turns to Jimin. “Alright man, give me a minute.”
Jimin glances at you, and at Hoseok and shrugs. “Well, your mom gave this to me and told me to make sure you have it on.” He hands Hoseok a small black plastic box. “Since you guys are talking, why don’t you have Y/N put it on for you?”
Hoseok nods and takes it, and you curiously look up to see what it is as he opens it.
And there, in the cushions of some white pearly ribbon, is a single lotus flower adorned with smaller white flowers and its own large waxy green leaves. Embedded in the thick stem is a large pin.
He smiles up at you, “Jiyeon chose lotuses as the main flower because they’re so rare. You know what they mean? They symbolize purity and devotion, and these particular white ones are extremely rare. She wanted to portray that our love for each other is rare, and pure, and completely devoted.”
You gulp, the overwhelming feeling of throwing up consuming your thoughts but you bite it back. There was no way, no way that you would throw up these petals again. You just had the surgery, you were supposed to not be in love with him anymore, you were supposed to–
“Can you help me put it on?” He hands you the flower.
You nod, frowning and eyes straining against the tears that threaten to spill forward. There’s now no one in the hall anymore, and its just you two, in the dim entrance, with the clapping sounds of the audience as your background music.
You take it with shaking hands and position it over his left breast, right over his heart, and you thread the needle through the thick material of his tuxedo. You notice now, how good he looks, with his hair gelled to show a bit of forehead, and his long toned limbs covered in an impeccable tuxedo and his smile quite literally the biggest you’ve ever seen it before.
As you struggle with trying to thread the dainty needle through the thick material of his suit, he whispers, “I’m really glad you made it, Y/N. You’re someone I truly know with all of my heart.”
It’s at your chest.
“We practically grew up together, and I seriously can’t think of anyone else who knows me better and deserves to have someone who treats her like a queen.” He beams up at you.
It climbs up towards your throat.
“I’m really so happy, you know? And I know you’ll find your happiness too, soon. You deserve it.”
It pauses at the back of your throat.
“I really do love you, Y/N.”
When he finishes, your hands jerk and you prick your finger with the needle as it finally pushes through the thick material. You let out a yelp at the surprising sharp pain and as soon as you open your mouth, it tumbles out.
Nine years of being hopelessly in love with this man in front of you, and five out of those nine watching him fall hopelessly in love with someone else who was perfect for him. Five years of lotus flowers and heaving over the toilet bowl, and nine full days of coming to the decision and preparing and recovering from the surgery that was supposed to take it all away. Nine years of rare, pure, dedication for Jung Hoseok.
They spill, tumbling from the back of your throat and into your lap, the horribly sweet smell of the petals surrounding the both of you as some petals tumble into his own lap from where he kneels. He stops, head jerking down to the petals that spill from your mouth, and his mouth slowly drops as he registers the familiar scent, the familiar white waxy long petals of the lotus flower that slow from your lips. Your chest heaves and you can feel the stitches straining as your back curls in an automatic response to the petals and your hands fly up to your neck, the blood from your finger staining some of the flowers that fell with bright, bright red.
And they finally stop, and tears are streaming from your eyes and your face pale as you see him finally realize who these petals were meant for in the first place. Since nine years ago, and he finally realizes the reason why you kept it from him, why you refused to tell him who it was.
Because it was him.
At his absence, two of his groomsmen jog into the entrance, and find you, curled into your hands and sobbing uncontrollably, white lotus petals heaped up on your lap and his lap, creating a circle of discarded leaves around the two of you. And he just stares down into his hands, where a pile of the pristine white fronds lay, unknowing, and brazenly innocent as he kneels in front of you. You croak out, “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
Fate had created this joke, this cruel joke between the two of you. For he notices that this is the exact same way he’d proposed to Jiyeon; her on the chair and him kneeling before her as thousands of petals fell from the sky and into their waiting hands.
Fate had somehow willed the same exact flowers to spill from your mouth that he’d chosen for both his proposal and his wedding. And fate had decided that it wanted to fuck things up a bit more before retreating completely into its cave of blamelessness as he stares down at the flower petals.
For what you didn’t know, was that the reason you didn’t throw up petals for the first four years out of the nine you loved him, was not because it was only a small crush and not true true love, as others put it. No, it was because he too, had once loved a girl who smiled so brightly that it mirrored the sun. But he’d been too weak, and too confused at the time to realize.
But it was much too late now.
He looks up at you, his face fallen.
Much, much too late.
Jeongguk runs into the hall when he finds you’re taking way too long, and the audience is getting restless as members of Hoseok’s family disappear one by one into the entrance hall.
And he finds you and Hoseok sitting there, surrounded by the familiar white petals he’d often helped you throw up by holding your hair and patting your back.
“Shit.” He mutters, recalling the conversation he had with the doctor moments before you were discharged.
“Doctor,” Jeongguk mutters, as he watches you being wheeled out and carried into your waiting car. “Is it ever possible that the surgery doesn’t work?”
The man raises an eyebrow at him. “What makes you ask that?”
Jeongguk shrugs. He’d seen you wince and press a hand against your chest one too many times whenever Hoseok dropped by and updated your mother on his wedding preparations whilst checking up on your condition. “Just wondering.”
The man smiles, snapping his file shut. “Don’t worry, young man. This is a foolproof procedure. There are myths that a love too strong might overcome the procedure, but it’s nothing but baseless legends. She’ll be better in no time.”
Jeongguk’s heart falls as he sees the scene unfold in front of him, his fingers twitch to wipe the tears away from your face. He sees in the corner of his eye, Jiyeon come out of her waiting room, and her face fall at the way Hoseok hesitates to move.
“Hoseok?” She tries, but he’s cemented in front of you, eyes glued to the white petals. “Hoseok!” She screeches with tears in her eyes, but he does not respond. And she opens her mouth to wail again, but a hundred small red rose petals spill forward from her lips, tumbling across the white of her dress like blood.
Her bridesmaids screech and scramble to help her but the deed is done. Her symptoms pointing to the only explanation: the Hanahaki disease was for those who had unrequited love. Which meant, her love for Hoseok was no longer returned back, but now for another.
Jeongguk watches the scene and turns back to you, looking up and locking eyes with Hoseok. You both stare at each other sadly as what you dreamed of for years finally comes true, but not in the way you ever wanted it to.
And Jeongguk coughs, an itch in the back of his throat and his hand comes up to cover his mouth on instinct.
And when he removes his hand, in the center of his palm, is a single blue petal.
→ next: story talk: petals
#bangtan bookclub#kwriterskollection#kkreationsnet#kreativewritersnet#bts fics#bts angst#yoongi fics#yoongi angst#WOW EXTREME ANGST SORRY#hanahaki disease au not mine#but this is my rendition of it :)#jeongguk angst#jungkook angst#fics#hoseok angst#hoseok fics#yikes almost forgot hoseok the main bae
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punk 00. teaser. (l.jn)
PAIRING: punk!jeno x reader
GENRE: smut
SYNOPSIS: you've caught the attention of a certain pink haired drummer boy that's desperate to get you alone with him.
TEASER WORD COUNT: 4k.. don't question it.
TEASER WARNINGS: nothing too extreme just flirty jeno, slight indications of what is going to happen, reader's best friend getting ignored lol
A.N: i’ll never get over pink haired jeno and neither will you. but anyways, the actual word count to the full oneshot will probably be around 30k or more so be prepared. this teaser may be lame, but there's a lot more going on.
posted!
“I’m a huge fan of your music” Eunkyung gushes excitedly and you allow her to take control of the conversation, leaning her elbows on the table to lean forwards so her cleavage almost spilling out of the top of her dress purposely. You admire her for her confidence even though you so badly want to tell her she doesn’t have to try so hard to get someone’s attention, she’s gorgeous. “I’ve been to almost every single one of your shows here!!”
“Have you been to any of our shows?” Jeno asks and it takes you a few seconds to realise that he’s talking to you when you notice everyone is staring at you, waiting for a reply. The corner of Jeno’s lip twitches upwards slightly as he tilts his head to the side, “Is this your first time?”
“She’s never been” Eunkyung answers for you and you nod your head to confirm. “She doesn’t even like this type of music. I practically had to force her out of her—”
“Is there something wrong with our music?” Donghyuck mocks offence with his hand pressed against his chest like you actually wounded him and Jaemin tuts with a quick shake of his head, mumbling jokingly about how much of a fake fan you are while Renjun stays silent with a grin, watching everything unfold.
“There’s nothing wrong with your music… it’s just that nobody can top WayV”
“You like Wayv?” Jaemin gapes at you, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline and you nod your head. “I think I might seriously be in love with you right now” The boys laugh at that, teasing Jaemin for his ‘embarrassing’ choice of words while Jeno remains quiet with a small grin on his face, keeping his eyes on you which starts to make you feel a little bit stuffy, especially with how his body is pressed against your side too.
“WayV is incredible” Eunkyung pitches in above the laughter and you smile at her, forever grateful for the time she cleared her schedule to go with you to one of their concerts. You seriously owe her one for that. “Jeno, do you like WayV too?”
“They’re great” Jeno hums, his answer short and to the point. Eunkyung beams excitedly and she opens her mouth to speak again but Jeno’s already beat her to it, “Is this really your first time watching us here?”
“Yeah” You confirm, glancing over at Eunkyung who seems a little defeated and you frown at that, not wanting to see her upset or left out so you point over at her, hoping to bring his attention to her this time. “But, like Eunkyung said, she’s a huge fan of—”
“I think you should let me show you what’s backstage here…” Jeno leans forward to whisper lowly to you, even though it was caught by everyone sitting in the booth. His dark eyes stare at you through his pink bangs, awaiting your answer but you struggle to give him one when everyone is staring at you both. Eunkyung’s in complete and utter shock, mouth hung wide and brows pulling together.
She didn’t look impressed, not one bit, and you honestly couldn’t blame her with the way she has been flirting with Jeno this entire time only for him to ignore all the advances given and ask you if you wanted to see what was backstage.
But the phrase itself must mean more than what it actually was due to how everyone was reacting. His members look quite impressed, maybe even a little smug too considering how they’re not so subtly nudging each other beneath the table and Jaemin’s wiggling his brows, mouthing the word ‘Jeno Magic’ which you caught after Donghyuck’s quick gasp. Eunkyung seems flabbergasted, unable to form any words even though her mouth opens and closes repeatedly.
“What do you say?” Jeno grabs your attention and you turn to face him as his hand knocks against yours lightly. His hand sneaks in the gap between the table and yours with his palm facing upwards, connecting your hands together by slipping his fingers through the gaps of yours, holding your hand gently in his. The warmth of his hand is a complete contrast to his cold metal rings that nip your skin, but it’s weirdly comforting as you find yourself curling your fingers to intertwine with his. “Let me take you backstage… just me and you, yeah? Come with me”
©mrkis
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bae i think you mixed up word count and character count 😭 that's 10k words not 56k
(just logging on quickly to reply to this bc i have to go!)
dude… listen. i was skimming through that shit earlier so confused bc i was like???? this can’t be 56k… there’s no fucking way??? i reread everything and was timing myself as if that would help but i was so fucking lost LMAOSJSJS but thank you for telling me!!!
i’m low-key relieved that this wasn’t 56k words in a way… but then again while writing it, my dumb ass was so excited that i wrote something at that length LMAO. thanks again anonie!! <3
#oneshot: punk 00#grr. i’m embarrassed.#but that’s actually so funny too#i was so happy to write a long worded fic LMAO#i just edited the original post!!#also i’m fighting all my moots that i shared the word count with that didn’t even bother to tell me i was doing it wrong
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PUNK 00 TEASER OMFG IM SO READY JENO IS SO HOT
jeno is unbelievably hot. so hot. i’m writing this with @wolfjeno in mind, the biggest jeno dick rider. the jeock lover. jeock <3
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"You fight the urge to laugh when you feel his fingers drum a beat on your skin, a similar beat to the one that was playing earlier when he was performing"
I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYESSSS *CRIES IN HORNY*
just for you nana <3
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Hi, I’m confused because where I live a purse is a handbag but it says she was reaching in her handbag for her purse and idk if it’s slang or 😵💫
ahh. where i live, a handbag and a purse are two different things. a handbag is a smaller sized bag and a purse is just a purse(where you keep change, bank cards and other things). sorry for the confusion lol
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WHY DID I NOT KNOW PUNK00 CAME OUT I LOVEU I was seriously have a bad day but I saw punk00 popping out of no where very excited to read it!🤍🤍
i’m sorry to hear you were having a bad day anonie.. i hope today goes better for you!!! and i hope you enjoy punk 00🥹
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omg so i just read punk 00 and let me tell you im at lost of words rn everything was well written, im in love with it and if your planning on having a part 2 i will most definitely be reading it right away.
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you are the SWEETEST. ever. thank you anonie, this has made my day :( i was so nervous abt this one too!!! but i'm so happy you liked it!!! part two will definitely happen... i'm just head deep in twlg and something mark related rn ;)
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PLEAAAAAAAAAASE jeno being so soft n smitten but only FOR HER to see?? IM ALL SEATED READY TO WAIT FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT
(i do hope this doesn't bring you any pressure tho i mean just us talking about this rn is already enough for me uwu)
YES omg you're literally in my brain rn. i'm just debating whether to have jeno be an ass in front of everyone but soft behind closed doors OR jeno just be full on smitten for mc every single time they interact, public or not. GOD IDK!!!! so many things!!!!
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i would REALLY love to see a part 2 of punk 00 but it doesn't have to be anytime soon esp since you still have a lot on your plate... but i agree with you i don't want it to be just a one time thing either TT as long as i have that info ig im good for now NSHSHSHSHSH bec pls HE'S so infatuated with her even though it's mostly just him being actually horny i do feel like he has this tiny lil crush on her at least 😫
i will definitely be making a part two😌 but i would really like to get out a few others things before that!!!! kinda wanna see him smitten and soft… maybe drop the dom-ish act for a bit… idk. many thoughts!!!!!
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When he has pink hair and wants to play with you🥰🥰🥰🤰🏻🤰🏻🤰🏻🦋🦋🦋
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That did not feel like 56k words BUT AAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
I SAID WE DONT TALK ABT MY MISTAKES🤬🤬🤬
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