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Dedication (part 1)

Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader

Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, eventual and abundant smut

Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; Ten is obsessed with Y/N (respectfully, with signs of flourishing mental health); NCT and WayV exist and Ten is in them; college party; alcohol; Y/N's friends are named after aespa members cuz I'm lazy; with guest stars Johnny, Jaehyun, Mark, and Haechan

Summary: Y/N is a creative writing student at a university in a major city. Ten is an idol from one of the most famous k-pop groups in the world. Can I make it anymore obvious?

Word Count: 7.9k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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The vibrations from the booming bass of the music pulsated inside your chest, mingling with your heartbeat. You and your roommate, Karina, had pushed back all of the dining room furniture to create a makeshift dance floor. It wasn’t terribly often that the two of you entertained party guests, but it definitely wasn’t the first time either. You were both fourth-year college students in the area, and the home belonged to Karina’s father. Her father was quite wealthy, and not only that but he loved to spoil his daughter. So when you and Karina had decided to move out on your own while completing your studies, he made sure his daughter and her best friend were both well taken care of.

The house wasn’t huge, but the main level had an incredibly open floor plan, so it was perfect for converting into a nightclub on a budget. The kitchen was transformed into a bar, the living room a lounge area. There were speakers set up to surround the dining area, which is where you found yourself now, letting your favorite party mix shake through you at top volume while you waited for people to arrive.

Karina was still upstairs getting ready. She didn’t typically take this long, but this time was different because her childhood friend, Jeong Yuno, more affectionately known as Jaehyun, would be attending. When she’d told you his name, you’d shrugged noncommittally, which didn’t seem to be the reaction she was expecting, although you had no idea as to why. You’d met plenty of her friends before. Why should this time be any different?

Your look was simple. You’d styled your hair in the quickest way you knew how while also managing to make it appear deceptively glamorous. Your make-up was simple, too, just some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Spritzing perfume on your neck and wrists, you nodded at yourself with approval in the mirror before you’d returned to your bedroom to get dressed.

Tight blue jeans covered your legs, accentuating your ass and calves, and you wore your favorite classic black top tucked into them. The look was completed by a pair of black converse.

It wasn’t much, and it didn’t take long, but you felt good.

One of your conditions for agreeing to this party was that, as per usual, Karina act as the primary host of the event, and you be allowed to act as one of the crowd. However, one of Karina’s responding conditions was that you help out in the kitchen when liquor needed to be restocked from the stash the two of you kept in the basement. After accepting each other’s conditions, you shook on it, and Karina hopped in the shower.

It’d been a couple of hours since then, and people were meant to be arriving shortly.

As if summoned by your very thoughts, the doorbell rang. Your stomach turned with anxiety at the prospect of having to welcome them in Karina’s stead while she finished getting ready, but she saved you from such a terrible fate, rushing down the stairs as she applied her final layer of lip gloss and shouted, “I got it!” Tucking her lip gloss into the back pocket of her pants, she swung the door open, offering a vibrant greeting to your first guests. From what you could hear, it was Jaehyun and whoever he’d chosen to bring along that had arrived.

The sound of their overly chipper voices ringing from the foyer was your cue to get a drink, and you escaped to the kitchen, pouring yourself a vodka tonic. In general, you tended to prefer sweet drinks because you couldn’t stand the taste of alcohol, but there was something refreshing about vodka and tonic, something that allowed you to believe maybe what you were consuming was actually good for you. The denial, self-aware as it was, brought you a sense of comfort.

After several generous sips, the excited greetings died down in the other room, multiple sets of footsteps now travelling in your direction. You still weren’t quite ready to socialize, especially with new people, so you tipped your red solo cup back and drained it, tossing it in the waste bin under the sink, then started for the hallway in hopes of making it back to the dinette-turned-dancefloor before running into Karina’s guest of honor and his cohorts.

Unfortunately, you weren’t quite quick enough, bumping directly into one of said cohorts when you rounded the corner out of the kitchen. The stranger immediately caught you by the shoulders to help you keep your balance. Their hands were steady and strong.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry—”

“No, no, please, I wasn’t paying enough attention, it’s totally my…” Your words trailed off, your mind gone blank as you lifted your gaze to look at the man that you’d just collided with. A blush blazed across your cheeks, the heat of it spreading throughout your entire body, your bone marrow simmering.

You’d never seen someone so confusing. His face was pretty, so pretty you could hardly believe he was real. His features were soft and sharp all at once. His hair, pure black, was a good length, just hitting the back of his neck, although not shaggy or unkempt, and his layered bangs framed his face perfectly, the part in his hair just shy of center. You had the immediate and delirious urge to run your fingers through it.

And if that bit of him wasn’t confusing enough, the rest of him was so much worse. His neck was long and pronounced, almost feminine if not for the obvious Adam's apple protruding from it. His shoulders were broad but not intimidating. His chest and arms were prominent in the fitted t-shirt he wore, and you could tell he was in good shape. With how lean he was, you figured he must be a swimmer or member of track and field at your university. Your mind couldn’t even conceive of the idea that he was a world-renowned dancer.

It was like an updated version of “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.” After knowing so many men who were too much of this, not enough of that, you’d discovered one that was just right.

His lips, pink and petal-like and bow-shaped, spread into a smile — god, what a smile — and he chuckled lightly, yanking you out of your stupor, which had happened in the space of a single breath, the passage of time seeming to have slowed as you took him in. You were suddenly hyper aware of his hands, still gently holding your arms. You fought not to shiver.

“Let’s just agree to share the blame on this one, yeah?”

You laughed and nodded awkwardly, embarrassed at both your clumsiness and your gawking but doing your best not to show it. You needed to get out of there, to prevent any further humiliation on your part, and as if sensing this, your urge to flee, the beautiful man promptly released you from his grasp, allowing you to make your way through the small crowd in the doorway. A quick glance informed you that there were four other men present, each one of them also incredibly handsome, though none quite so handsome as the one you’d managed to carelessly barrel into. There was an itch in the back of your mind, a feeling that you recognized one or two of them, but you weren’t sure from where. And you certainly didn’t have the wherewithal to figure it out in that moment.

The warmth of your embarrassment merged with the warmth from the buzz of your first drink as you brushed past the small company of men currently smirking at you. Finding your favorite spot on the floor, some cheesy Dua Lipa song playing, you started to move, shaking off whatever it was that had just happened to you. As the minutes passed, the room filled with the rest of the party guests until you were surrounded by bodies, on the dancefloor, in the kitchen, in the living room. The party was an absolute smash.

You moved around a bit, harmlessly flirting here and there, visiting with the few people from university you actually considered close enough acquaintances to warrant conversation, pouring yourself a couple more drinks, just enough to maintain your buzz without losing your sense. Throughout all of this, though, you noticed him, the beautiful man you’d crashed into. You couldn’t help but to notice him, his entire being demanded it of you.

He seemed to be everywhere that you were, always talking to someone, usually one of his comrades who’d witnessed your run-in earlier but sometimes others, people who always looked so thrilled to be in his presence. Still, in spite of this, they couldn’t quite capture his full attention. You knew this because he kept sparing glances at you each time you looked at him, even if he was in the middle of speaking, his train of thought clearly much more capable of navigating multiple tracks at once than yours was.

It became grounding for you to seek his eyes out in the crowd, a security blanket amidst the social anxiety. The dance floor acted as your unspoken home base, where you could always find him if you somehow misplaced one another, you somewhere in the middle, feeling the rhythm of the music, swaying your hips to it, and him standing at the edge, leaning against the wall and watching you. Complete strangers, the two of you, yet sharing in some strange psychological sanctuary together. You wondered if he would ever acknowledge it and approach you.

But at some point, he disappeared, and you couldn’t even find him out on the floor. Disappointment hollowed you out like an ice cream scoop to your insides. Which was just silly because, again, you were complete strangers. You knew absolutely nothing about him.

Nothing except the perfect silhouette of his profile in the dim party lighting. Nothing except the sound of his laugh, floating over the din of the crowd whenever one of his friends said something especially funny. Nothing except the vibrance of his sweet smile, the quiet power in his posture, the slight upturn of his nose, the way his eyes shone with something open yet intimate when he gazed at you, like a secret only you were privy to.

Maybe you knew everything you needed to.

Karina touched your shoulder, startling you where you stood in the kitchen, pretending to listen to some guy from your weekly chem lab tell a story about a minor celebrity he’d met a few weeks ago, which you truly couldn’t have cared less about. “Hey, Y/N, would you mind running down to the basement to get a fresh bottle of tequila? The people demand more shots!”

You shoved her shoulder playfully as you walked toward the door leading to the basement. “Anything for you, my liege,” you called back theatrically, your best friend’s pealing giggles echoing after you as you descended the stairs. Swinging around the banister at the bottom, humming to yourself, you made a beeline for the fridge that held the extra supply of liquor for just such occasions as these.

When you opened the refrigerator, light poured out, illuminating the space, and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you realized you weren’t alone. On the other side of the room, sitting on the tattered old love seat, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, was your handsome stranger. He seemed to discover your presence at the same time as you discovered his, though he was significantly less alarmed than you were, probably because it was much more reasonable to expect someone to eventually join you in the basement than to expect someone might already be waiting for you in it, all alone, in the dark.

Your heart rate and breathing were slowly returning to normal as you gaped at him and said, “You lost?”

He was smiling at you again, as if he was delighted to see you, which was unfair because you were trying to be irritated at him for frightening you. “What? Oh no, I just needed some air.”

“So you decided to get it in a stuffy basement?” You cocked an eyebrow at him, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey, I didn’t say I needed the air to be fresh,” he shot back, his wit impressively quick.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, I mean what’s all the fuss about fresh air, right? Breathing in air that’s mostly dust builds character.”

He scoffed, masking his amusement with you, “Well, what about you then? What was so important you were willing to compromise your precious respiratory system by coming down here for it?”

Biting back a smile, you reached your hand into the open fridge, deliberately slow, and pulled out the bottle of Pueblo. “The powers that be, also known as my roommate, charged me with procuring this potion to pacify our esteemed guests.”

“Ahhh, I see.” He nodded in fond understanding. “And do you plan on partaking in this potion?”

“Oh god, no!” You cringed, mind suddenly flooded with memories of past exploits fueled by tequila, memories from your freshman year, an exciting but reckless and at times regrettable period in your life. “Believe me, the last thing anyone needs is me getting drunk on tequila.”

His eyebrows hit his hairline. “And why is that?”

You scratched the back of your neck bashfully. “Uh, let’s just say that, when I drink tequila, I tend to make some questionable, arguably bad choices.”

“Define bad.” He was leaning forward, conspiratorially, as if he’d asked you to reveal the secrets of the universe.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you rebuffed plainly, no longer restraining your smile as it transformed into a smug grin, reveling in the opportunity to tease him.

His elbow was planted on the arm of the love seat now, chin sitting in his open palm as he gazed at you with something you couldn’t quite place, something that made your insides squirm. Sighing, he simply said, “Fair enough.” But his tone didn’t match his words. He wasn’t admitting defeat at your declining to elaborate, rather he was claiming a different kind of victory altogether, the specifics of which were a mystery to you.

Clearing your throat, the air in the room suddenly stifling, charged with electricity, you thought it best to make your escape and rejoin the party. “Well, try not to deprive the other guests of your delightful company for too long, okay?”

You turned to climb back up the stairs but the man’s voice stopped you. “I’m Ten, by the way.”

Why was your heart racing? All he’d said was his own name. You swallowed thickly. “My name is Y/N,” you offered, barely more than a whisper.

“Pretty.” Just like you, he thought.

He was still smiling at you as you fled from him for the second time that evening. You scurried back into the kitchen and handed Karina the tequila, still reeling from the interaction you’d just had as she poured a round of shots for your guests. But before you could say anything to her about it, your best friend was bringing a separate matter to your attention. “Y/N, have you seen Ning? I invited her tonight, and she said she was gonna come, but I haven’t seen her yet. I’m worried about her, you know?” Your heart sank. Yes, you did know because you were worried, too.

One of your closest friends from university, Ningning, had recently experienced an especially rough break-up. A couple of weeks ago, she’d walked in on her boyfriend of almost three years with another woman in their bed. After immediately throwing him out, she had called you and Karina to come over and sit with her as she broke down and cried. You’d held her in your arms, smoothing her hair and wiping her tears as Karina forced her to sip water and take deep breaths until the shooting pain in her heart settled into a dull, throbbing ache.

Naturally, she’d been struggling to adjust to her new normal, her sleep schedule in shambles, GPA suffering, appetite nearly nonexistent. You’d both been doing all you could to try and help, reminding her to eat, hyping her up by telling her how beautiful she looked every chance you got, even going so far as doing assignments for her in the classes you shared. You loved her, and you knew she’d do the same if you were in her place.

Hell, you had been in her place, your last break-up tragic in its own right. Karina had been your saving grace then, so you saw it as your responsibility to pay that forward with Ningning now. “I haven’t seen her, Kay, but I’ll see if I can track her down. Leave it to me, all right? You just focus on having fun.” You took her hand for a moment, squeezing it reassuringly, and she sighed, weary but accepting as you began your search, moving through the house and surveying each room in hopes of finding your friend.

It didn’t take you long. You asked yourself where you would’ve ended up if you’d gotten stuck at a party like this while still struggling with your break-up, and the answer brought you right to her, sitting on the big armchair in the corner of the living room where you and Karina usually sat up your Christmas tree each year, clinging desperately to a throw pillow like some sort of life line, knees tucked up to her chest as she watched the flurry of people around her with wide eyes. She looked so lost. You had to save her.

Approaching her slowly, like she might get spooked and run off, you knelt down in front of her, a gentle hand landing lightly on her calf. “Ning?” She started, her eyes snapping to meet yours, her bottom lip trembling at the sight of you. The relief that came with your presence made her want to break down, but she knew she couldn’t in front of all your guests. “Hey, talk to me. How’re you doing?”

She let out a ragged breath. “Not great.”

“What do you need from me? How can I help?” you asked sincerely, ready to go to the ends of the earth if it would somehow help her smile again.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I just feel so… unattractive. In every way. I hate that there are so many people here to look at me without really seeing me, hate seeing them all effortlessly interacting with each other, finding interest in each other, hate watching all the public displays of affection. I’m lonely, but the thought of initiating a conversation with anyone here besides you or Kay in order to fix that makes me feel sick. I grew so dependent on him that I don’t even know how to connect with anyone on my own anymore, and I’m so scared of being rejected, or worse, being accepted only to be betrayed again.”

The familiarity of the feeling behind her words struck a chord in you. “Hey, you made connections just fine before him, right? I’m living proof. It’s just gonna take time for you to figure out how again. You’ll get there. But for now, for this particular moment, what can I do to help? Do you want me to take you home?” Her brow creased as she considered your words, still a little too lost in her own mind to find her way forward. You could work with that. A smirk forming on your face, you pulled on her ankles, bringing her bent legs down in front of you, sliding your hands up and over her knees, creeping over her thighs toward the edge of her skirt. “Or do you want me to… take you home?”

She blushed furiously. “Y/N, stop, people are staring!” But despite her protest, she smiled, and soon enough, the two of you dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Unbeknownst to you, Ten had climbed out of the basement shortly after you, just missing you in the kitchen as you’d walked off to find Ningning, coming across his friends laughing it up at Karina’s childhood stories about Jaehyun instead.

“No fucking way—” Haechan’s piercing voice filled up the whole space, holding its own against the soundwaves pouring in from the amps in the dining room.

“I’m serious, Hyuck! Just before the song with his big solo in it, I turned to Yuno and told him a joke that made him laugh so hard he peed himself and ran off stage crying.” The other three boys, amused at their friend’s past misfortune, clapped their hands like well-rehearsed seals as Jaehyun scrubbed his hand over his face, his ears gone scarlet with embarrassment. “Oh, but it gets even better. The following Monday, when we were watching the tape from the choir concert in our music class, he got so flustered during the part of the video where he had his accident that he ended up peeing himself again.”

Ten joined Mark where he sat on the counter, adjacent to the counter housing the sink which Johnny, Jaehyun, and Haechan were currently leaning against. Karina was standing in the center of the kitchenette facing all of them as she recalled Jaehyun’s tragic tale.

“I’m honestly amazed he didn’t give up on singing altogether,” she concluded.

Clearing his throat, Jaehyun shot playful daggers at his childhood friend. “Why don’t we change the subject to something less mortifying for me?”

Mark jumped in, tapping Ten’s shoulder as his feet swung where they hung off the edge of the counter, “Like where you’ve been for the past half hour!”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you ditched us, dude.” Haechan was pouting at Ten, but Ten had grown impervious to the younger man’s methods, simply rolling his eyes in response.

Shrugging, he said, “I just needed some personal space, so I went down to the basement for a bit. That’s all.”

“Ah, then you must’ve bumped into Y/N again!” Karina turned her teasing on Ten now, referencing his run-in with you when the group of men had first arrived.

But Ten just smiled softly at the mention of you. “Actually, I did bump into her. We had a nice little chat. Where’d she run off to?”

“She went looking for a friend of ours.” Karina whipped her head around, looking from room to room. She had a fairly good vantage point from the middle of the kitchen, able to act as a responsible host and keep an eye out for any funny business. Soon enough, she spotted you where you’d discovered Ningning. “There she is!” She pointed you out to Ten, but the others tracked the gesture as well and happened to look at you just as you were getting handsy with the heartbroken girl in front of you.

Haechan, ever incapable of thinking before he speaks, especially when he’s been drinking, rubbed his eyes dramatically and blurted, “Whoa, what is happening there? Am I drunker than I realize or are they about to go at it?”

Johnny smacked the back of his younger friend’s head before turning to their host. “Sorry, we can’t take him anywhere—”

“Hey,” Haechan complained, “don’t act like you weren’t thinking the exact same thing, man.”

“Yes, but only you were dumb enough to actually say it, Hyuck.” Mark sighed, hanging his head in his hands.

Karina chuckled at the exchange. “Guys, it’s fine, really. But it’s nothing. They’re just friends. Ningning, the one in the armchair? She went through a cataclysmically bad break-up recently, and Y/N is simply trying to make her feel better.”

“Make her feel better by fucking her?”

“Bro—”

“No, Hyuck,” Karina broke in, impressively patient, “not by fucking her. Y/N does like girls—and boys, for that matter—but she’s not actually interested in sleeping with Ning. She’s just reminding her what it’s like to be seen as sexy by someone besides her ex. Y/N has this talent for making someone feel like they’re the only other person that exists, you know? Like she can see inside your mind, see all your worries and woes, and draw them from you like venom from a snake bite just by saying the right words, by smiling in a certain way. Believe me, she’s worked her magic on me more times than I can count, and it’s… something.”

As she said this, Haechan, Mark, Jaehyun, and Johnny watched you with renewed interest while you got up off the floor, encouraging Ningning to make room for you on the seat of the armchair with her. She did so gladly, and you rewarded her by wrapping her in your arms, allowing her to lean on your shoulder, your hand reaching up to run your fingers through her hair. The small audience you’d unknowingly gained the attention of couldn’t tell what you were saying, but they could see you start speaking to her, could tell that, whatever spell you were casting, it was slowly bringing her out of the despair which had possessed her up to this point of the evening. A smile found its way to her face and, in turn, to all of theirs.

Meanwhile, Ten’s blood was boiling. Karina had just explained that you and Ningning were only friends, nothing more, and he understood that, yet his blood was boiling at the sight of you touching her so intimately, so thoughtfully. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew it was because he wished it were him being graced by your touch. He knew it was because he wanted you. But he’d never felt this way before, not over anyone, let alone a stranger he’d met mere hours prior. What was going on with him?

He tried isolating his desire, distinguishing it from his envy. He tried to focus on it as he watched you. He was used to the feeling of wanting someone. He’d wanted plenty of people, and had succeeded in having most of them, too. But it was never like this. The last time he remembered wanting something this badly was when he decided to become a dancer.

Yet, at the same time, he felt so completely unworthy of you, which was also foreign to him. It made his head spin, a strange concoction of confusion, rage, and longing churning in his heart.

Maybe he’d had too much to drink. Maybe he just needed to fuck. Either way, he needed to do something about whatever he was experiencing, or he was going to lose his mind.

In the living room, you continued to comfort Ningning. “You are super hot, though, Ning. I hope you know that. You could have anyone here if you wanted to.”

She gave you an incredulous look. “Okay, that statement is already ludicrous, but when you consider the fact that five of the most famous dudes in the entire world just happen to be at this party, it’s even worse, you lying liar.”

Your brain short-circuited. “Wait, what? What are you talking about, Ning?”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you kidding? Y/N, do you seriously not know who any of those guys are?” Sweeping her hand through the air, she gestured toward the five men currently keeping your best friend company in the kitchen, the incredulity in her eyes now doubled.

You shook your head calmly, but your heart rate was starting to pick up with the direction this conversation was taking. “Who are they?”

“They’re from NCT!” she practically shrieked. When you offered no reaction, she groaned in frustration. “Y/N, they’re a k-pop group. A really well known one at that. You honestly had no idea?”

You’d never really been much into k-pop aside from the couple of songs that had managed to make it onto mainstream radio (although you did like them), so no, you truly hadn’t had any idea that the childhood friend your housemate had invited, as well as his friends who’d tagged along, were “famous.”

It made sense to you now why Karina had signified to all the people she’d invited that this party was meant to be completely offline, even going so far as to make guests surrender their cellphones to her custody when they entered your home. She’d claimed it was because you all needed to stop investing so much in your online identities and learn to live in the moment, to actually enjoy all your experiences first hand instead of focusing on how they might be perceived by others. No one had questioned it because Karina was notorious for throwing great parties, and they didn’t want to miss out.

You really wished you’d been paying more attention when people had initially begun to arrive, though, because you were sure they must have been ready to strangle Karina for preventing them from being able to document this particular experience and share it on social media.

But now, as you glanced up and locked eyes with Ten, your handsome stranger, you suddenly felt deeply embarrassed at your behavior. You couldn’t believe how you’d spoken to him, knowing the kind of people he probably had to deal with all the time. He must’ve thought you were an idiot, and hey, you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to blame him if that were the case.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you turned your attention back to Ningning. “Okay, so, I need to go over there and apologize to one of them because I’m a fucking dumbass.” Her face twisted with shock at your admission. What could Y/N, of all people, have possibly done to upset one of them? “Are you gonna be all right if I leave you alone for a bit?”

“Oh no,” Ningning answered, “there’s no way I’m missing this. I’m coming with you.”

You gawked at her, affronted. Who knew all it took to break her out of her shell and distract her from her own misery was your public humiliation? She laughed–somewhat maniacally–and stood, taking you by the hand and dragging you toward the kitchen as you groaned in defeat. You tripped over your feet clumsily, your friend practically having thrown you into the proverbial lion’s den, all five men’s eyes on you immediately. “Uhhh, h-hi,” you stuttered, awkwardly waving at the spectators of your mortifying display.

One of them, the biggest and arguably most intimidating of the bunch, showed you mercy, reaching a hand out to steady you. “Hi, Y/N!” He must have registered your surprise at his having known your name because he quickly added, “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you, your roomie was just telling us all about you right before you came over here.”

You shot subtle daggers at said roommate. “Was she now?” She just smiled smugly at you, clearly happy with herself. Shaking it off and resolving that your best friend could be properly dealt with later, you righted yourself and sought out the person you’d actually been intending to speak with. He was already looking at you when you locked in on him, his gaze intense as ever, hot enough to brand you. Was he doing it on purpose or did it come naturally? You had to figure it was the latter since the former would imply he had some sort of intentions where you were concerned, a concept you weren’t foolish enough to entertain for even a moment.

“Hey you,” he greeted, beating you to the punch. “Change your mind about the tequila?”

His callback to your earlier conversation made you smile, an embarrassingly shy laugh bubbling out of you and into the open air, the sound buzzing inside Ten’s brain, the most pleasant warmth spreading throughout his chest in response. “Not a chance,” you replied cheekily.

“Shame,” he countered, smirking at you brazenly.

Everyone else was glancing between the two of you with varying levels of intrigue, Johnny wearing a knowing look, Karina and Ningning communicating with each other telepathically, and the other three men stuck on how cute you looked when you blushed. Neither you nor Ten detected any of this, too swept up in your third direct interaction of the evening, too engrossed by the genesis occurring inside you.

The moment was finally broken when a male voice cut through the silence, belonging to another of Ten’s friends, “So are you gonna introduce us or what, dude?”

Ten glared at him but sighed in resignation, not willing to endure one of the younger man’s world famous tantrums right now. His voice deliberately monotone, he gestured lackadaisically and said, “Y/N, this is Haechan.” Haechan, you repeated internally, memorizing the information. He was obviously the youngest based on the way the others regarded him. The boy offered you a blinding smile, waving his hand emphatically. Ten snorted, adding, “Don’t worry, he grows on you.”

“Hey,” Haechan huffed, crossing his arms indignantly. It was absolutely adorable.

Ignoring him, Ten quickly moved on. “And this is Jaehyun. I’m sure Karina mentioned him to you.”

You grinned at Jaehyun, excited to have some advanced knowledge. “Is it okay if I call you Yuno like Kay does?”

He returned your grin and chuckled, the sound deep and rich, filled with bass. He both appeared and sounded like a prince from a storybook, and you would probably be more susceptible to his charms if you weren’t already so taken by Ten. “Sure, angel. You can call me whatever you feel like.”

Ten had never really felt like murdering Jaehyun before, usually reserving those kinds of urges for the likes of Haechan, but it took everything in him not to snap at that moment. He seriously needed to get his emotions or whatever the hell was happening with him in check.

“Wait, wait, then I want her to call me Hyuck instead of Haechan!” the adorable boy whined, his big brown eyes imploring you.

Before any of the other men had a chance to chastise him, you responded, “I can do that! It’s nice to meet you, Hyuck.”

The tallest one rolled his eyes and groaned. “Please, don’t encourage him. We’ll never hear the end of it.” You found it amusing how much they all behaved like brothers. It was clear they must have known each other for quite a long time, probably about as long as you and Karina had known each other if their heated yet ultimately playful exchanges were anything to go by. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”

“And last but not least,” Ten interjected, “this is Mark.” He reached out and pinched the other man’s cheek, cooing at him lovingly.

Mark shoved Ten’s hand away. “Come on, man, not in front of the pretty girls!” His friends all just laughed at his distress, and he shook his head, exasperated. Cheeks flushed, he reached a polite hand out to shake yours. “It’s an honor to meet you, Y/N. And who’s your friend?”

Ningning squeaked from where she stood a few feet behind you, having assumed the handsome men would simply look right through her. Her reaction brought you to the decision that Mark was definitely your favorite of Ten’s friends so far. You smiled and pulled Ningning closer to you, wrapping your arm around her shoulders to bolster her. “This is Ningning!” She gave them a small wave but avoided eye contact like her life depended on it, looking absolutely anywhere in the kitchen other than at any of the men currently observing her.

“Not to throw Karina under the bus or anything, but when she pointed Y/N out to us, she also explained that Y/N was trying to cheer you up. She said you went through a pretty rough break-up recently,” Mark admitted, his voice tender. Ningning gasped quietly, meeting his sincere gaze. “I was really sorry to hear that.”

Johnny nodded solemnly. “So was I.”

“We all were,” Jaehyun assured her.

“I don’t know what happened, what the guy said or did, and I’m sure Y/N and Karina have told you this more than enough, but it will get better,” Haechan began, his wilier side giving way to something more genuine, something that told you there was more to him than most people probably gave him credit for. “Everything might feel shitty now, but there will come a time when the way you’re feeling now is nothing but a memory. You won’t be able to believe you ever wasted so much energy on that loser. You’ll smile more easily and laugh more freely. And it’ll be sooner than you think. I promise.” You were stunned to hear those words come from the youngest. You hoped he was just wise beyond his years and not speaking from personal experience, the thought of someone having broken the boy’s heart absolutely unacceptable to you.

Their kindness had managed to break the ice, thawing Ningning’s nerves. You heard her sniffle from where she stood still pressed against your side. “Thank you,” she said quietly, silence falling over your small company.

“Hey, why don’t we play a game,” Johnny suggested, attempting to lighten the mood. “20 questions?” The rest of you either nodded or hummed your assent, more than ready to reignite the party. “Mark, why don’t you go first?”

The starry eyed boy’s mouth fell open in shock as he sputtered, “Uh, o-okay, I… I’m thinking of a person—”

“Justin Bieber.” Haechan cut him off, an impressively smug look on his face.

“Aw, come on!” Mark whined, hopping off the counter in a huff.

The boys began to bicker, Johnny attempting to mediate while Jaehyun, Karina, and Ningning looked on and laughed. You were endeared by the display, taking Mark’s now empty place on the counter and observing fondly as Johnny eventually managed to calm things back down and get Mark to pick a new subject for the others to guess, one that wasn’t quite so obvious. But just as he was about to begin, Ten pulled your attention away from the others, bumping his shoulder gently against yours and nodding toward Ningning.

“Is she doing okay?” he asked, his voice soft, eyes glimmering with genuine concern.

You sighed wearily, offering him a small yet reassuring smile as you gazed at your friend, watching her have real fun for the first time in weeks. “She’s… getting there. I’d say she’s about as okay as anyone can expect her to be at this point, you know? She thought she’d found her person. She had this whole vision of their future together, the life they would make, and that’s gone now. She’s mourning that, learning to live with the nostalgia for what might have been. It’s a haunting feeling.”

Ten’s eyebrows furrowed, the concern in his eyes magnifying. “You sound like you have some experience.”

“Unfortunately.” Your gaze fell to your hands, now nervously fidgeting with a loose thread on the side seam of your jeans.

“So you believed you’d found the one?”

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I did.” You wondered if Ten could see it, could see just how foolish and ashamed you felt at the thought of the person you once believed to be your perfect match.

“And what about now? Do you still believe you could? Do you still believe in soulmates?”

Your breath stopped, your racing thoughts skidding to an almost violent halt. You hadn’t been prepared for that question. You were so used to people asking you what happened, so used to recounting your own misery just to be met with empty platitudes or pity. This was the first time anyone had asked you anything like this, had been more interested in the state of your mind than they were in the gory details of what had devastated it.

You stopped fidgeting and looked up at Ten, whose eyes were still trained on you, shining with a sensitivity you didn’t think most people were even capable of.

For the first time, you considered it. You considered the condition of your faith in love after the trials you had faced. And once you did, you began to speak out loud thoughts that you were only just now conceiving. “I don’t know if I’d say I believe in soulmates. At least, not in the traditional sense. But I do believe that, at some point in each of our lives, we will meet the person, out of everyone we’re destined to encounter, who is best suited for us as a partner, as a lover. And it’s up to us to see it. A lot of people probably miss out on their greatest chance at true love because they’re too afraid of getting it wrong and ending up with a broken heart. It’s hard not to be afraid, though, especially when you actually have gotten it wrong before.”

Ten nodded perceptively. “So you’re afraid?”

“I mean, yeah, of course I am,” you admitted. “There’s a lot of people in the world, many of them incredibly magnetic and beautiful. How are you supposed to know which one is the one for you?”

He looked down at the counter where your hands had subconsciously moved closer to one another, your pinkies nearly touching, and smiled to himself. “You’ll know.”

Your eyes closed as you let his words soak through you. He sounded so sincere that it actually made you wonder if he could be right, if maybe there was still hope for you. You wanted to thank him, but weren’t sure how, which suddenly reminded you of why you’d walked over here with Ningning in the first place. Clearing your throat, you met his eyes and said, “I wanted to apologize to you.”

“For what?” he asked, confused.

“For how I spoke to you earlier. I… I didn’t know who you were. Ningning explained it to me, and I just… I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of crazed fan following you around.” You chewed your lip, once again too distracted by your own nerves to notice Ten tracking the movement with his eyes, practically hypnotized.

“You didn’t know who I was? At all?” he probed. You shook your head, and he gave you his brightest smile yet, butterflies stirring inside you at the sight. “So, this whole time, you’ve just been interacting with me as Ten, normal dude at a college party?”

“Yeah, that’s the long and short of it, I suppose,” you answered.

Ten gave you an incredulous look. “Why would you ever apologize for treating me like a normal person?”

You shrugged awkwardly, unsure of how to handle yourself in Ten’s presence for about the millionth time that evening. “I don’t know. I just felt like I could have offended you in some way, and I never wanted that.”

He chuckled again, a sound you were beginning to grow quite fond of, and leaned closer to you, his breath tickling the skin of your neck. “What did you want then?”

You nearly choked, a blush blazing up your neck and across your cheeks. “I-I don’t know—“

“You say that a lot.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Well, there’s a lot I don’t know.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he said plainly, still smiling, driving you crazy.

Just as you were about to give him a piece of your mind, Haechan’s voice cut through and broke the illusion that you and Ten were alone rather than surrounded by a house full of people. “Y/N, it’s your turn.”

You’d forgotten about the game of 20 questions entirely. And as you were dragged back to reality, all at once, your mind began trying to process all that occurred in the last ten minutes.

It terrified you how easy it had felt to talk to Ten, how thoughtful and kind he seemed, how clever he was. The last time you’d felt even a fraction of the attraction you were feeling now, you’d ended up like Ningning. What should make you feel warm and fuzzy now filled you with a sense of dread, a wave of nausea passing over you. You’d been telling Ten the truth when you said you were afraid, now more than ever.

Stepping down from your perch on the counter, you avoided eye contact with the man who seemed too good to be true as you addressed the small group, “Um, I actually think I might call it a night and turn in. I’m… I’m feeling pretty tired all of the sudden and kind of sick to my stomach, so I think I should get some rest.”

Karina immediately knew that something was off but also knew better than to question you. “Here, let me get you some water before you go.” She rushed to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and then moving to the sink, brushing Jaehyun aside so she could reach the faucet.

You accepted the glass from her and offered a quiet thank you before taking a quick sip, the cool liquid running down your throat already beginning to soothe you. You could feel the eyes of all the men standing in the kitchen with you. “It was nice to meet all of you. Please, enjoy the rest of your night and get home safe, okay?”

“We will, Y/N. I hope you feel better,” Mark replied, giving you the most intense puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

“We all do,” Johnny interjected, Jaehyun and Haechan nodding in solidarity. “And it was nice to meet you, too.”

You smiled shyly at each of them, then moved toward Ningning, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Have a good night, Ning. Text me when you get home, okay?” You pulled back and wagged your finger at her dramatically, making her giggle.

“Okay, mom,” she retorted, rolling her eyes. You scoffed and placed a smacking kiss on her cheek before turning back to the others and waving goodbye.

You had barely begun to walk out of the kitchen when Ten’s voice made you freeze in place, much like it had in the basement earlier that evening. “Sleep well, Y/N.” You turned to face him again and gathered the strength to meet his gaze. You were worried you’d find annoyance, disappointment, maybe even anger in his eyes, but they were still as soft as before, oh so soft. It confounded you completely.

Clutching the glass of water in your hand for dear life, you heaved a sigh. “Good night, Ten.” And then you tucked tail and ran, bobbing and weaving through the throngs of people in the living room to get to the stairs that led up to your bedroom in record time. You closed the door, setting your water on the nightstand next to your bed, and flung yourself onto your duvet.

Downstairs, still in the kitchen, Haechan gave Ten a pointed look and said, “Well, you fumbled that.”

The other three men groaned in unison, “Shut up, Hyuck.”

The party didn’t last too much longer after that, and you were still awake by the time everyone had left, totally restless, your mind unable to quiet itself enough to let you rest. It only got worse when you heard Karina coming up the stairs to go to bed for the night. She wasn’t alone, and with a heavy heart, you realized that you recognized the other voice as they made their way to her room. It was Ten.

You convinced yourself that it didn’t matter, that you didn’t care, but your hands were shaking as you grabbed your airpods from your nightstand and placed them in your ears to not only drown out the sound of their laughter but also your own treacherous thoughts. Eventually, you finally fell asleep.

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A/N: And that's the first part, folks! I have several parts written, so you can expect the second part sooner rather than later. I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think of it so far :)

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//beautiful stranger

pairing: lee ten × oc (female) genre: strangers to lovers au! fluff, little bit of angst and hurt/comfort, oc is also a little insecure about relationship word count: 3380 summary: "sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard colleagues call you that... i didn't know how to ask you this, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, i just want to thank you and have a little chat. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t." a/n: strongly recommend you to listen to halsey's finally//beautiful stranger while reading. oh, and also, i'm sorry, but there are some phrases in french, it really makes more sense in french than in english. it's up to u wether u want to translate them while reading or no.

the first time he appeared in their coffee shop, cherry had trouble taking her eyes off him. he might have been an ordinary guy, just another parisian, but there was still something about his appearance that attracted. maybe the black hair, even from a distance it seemed unimaginably soft, the features themselves exquisite and refined. but when their gazes happened to cross, it was his eyes that she found most fascinating, dark brown, but the look was just like a sly cat's. for a second, he even smiled at her, the corners of lips barely lifting.

it was his first visit, not the last since that day － the beautiful stranger, as the girl had named him, had been coming to the coffee shop for months. anette had brought the same order for the second week: a pumpkin spice latte, two sugar, extra cream, and a slice of cheesecake. friend teased her for liking the guy, noticing the slight blush that covered her cheeks.

in love like a fool, she kept telling herself, anette only rolled her eyes at this. her friend had suggested hundreds of times that cherry should make a move to meet him and if she really liked the guy that much, maybe she should at least talk to him. the same was said by yuki, who started every phone conversation with the question "how is the beautiful stranger? have you asked him out yet?"

cherry laughed back, her friends so genuinely wanting to set her up with anyone that they were ready to attack any guy at which direction she breathed. but here's the problem － the beautiful stranger would stay that way, because no matter how she would embarrassedly look at him from under her lashes, no matter what she would giggle quietly, watching only for some of his actions.

'cause beautiful strangers only come along mostly to do her wrong.

"cher-cher, your beautiful stranger has left something at his table, think it's meant for you."

anette smiles slyly, winking at her friend. what kind of surprise could be expected there she had no idea, but seeing the note wedged between the coffee cup and the surface of the table, girl was confused. why had anette thought it was for her?

but succumbing to her curiosity, cherryl did get the note out, unfolding a neatly folded piece of paper. on it, in a slightly ornate handwriting, was written :

"sorry, i'm going to call you cher-cher, because i've heard colleagues call you that... i didn't know how to ask you this, but would you like to go out with me? don't get any ideas, i just want to thank you and have a little chat. i'll be expecting you on thursday after shift, hope you agree, t."

the cold air blew her hair strands that stirred in eyes, blocking girl's vision. there was still a freshness to it from the torrential rain that had been pouring non-stop for two days.

that thursday, however, the beautiful stranger was in her company, they walked it seemed until the wee hours of the morning, ignoring the cold, the bad weather, the fact that they both had to work on friday.

ten, beautiful stranger, had taken her for a night hours walk, luring her to an indoor amusement park. cherry felt as if he had pulled a star from sky for her.

adrenaline was still bubbling in her blood: they had to run to not miss the bus, cherry almost fell if ten hadn't caught her in time. her blood was boiling as well from the cold of the night, cheeks really turning cherry-tinted, hands tingling from the chill － except that ten's palms were warming her own.

of course cherryl knew that going to god-only-knows-where with a stranger wasn't the best idea, but for some reason she kept walking forward, clinging harder to the guy...

and when in the park he took his palms away from her eyes, the amazement she felt was immeasurable. there wasn't a soul in the dark park, yes, it was frightening, but the fact that the lights of the ferris wheel were burning brighter than the stars amazed the girl. ten noticed that her eyes were shining too, like those of a small child who was seeing something wonderful for the first time, it made smile spread across his face.

"bienvenue dans mon monde."

cautiously looking back at him, cherry smiled. In her beautiful stranger's world everything indeed was beautiful too.

"and is everything in your world like that?"

a soft laugh came off his lips. damn, how handsome he is, cherry thought. she marveled at how he still wasn't cold, except for his fluffy sweater he wasn't wearing a jacket, and the time had long since passed midnight. she was distracted from her thoughts by the touch of his lips to her cheek, that warmth spilling over her face. he lingers for a few more seconds, then replies:

"bien entendu."

"your eyes, so crisp, so green,

sour apple baby, but you taste so swe..."

"bon sang, qu'est-ce que..."

Phone rang in the middle of the night, and in the sack cherry manages to notice that it's three in the morning, saturday. with girls they had a good time tonight, that headache was already giving off a slight throbbing in the back of her head.

"bonjour, are you awake?"

sleep was relieved by the sound of his voice. ten's voice had a pleasant, velvety quality that she wanted to listen to for hours. perhaps even at a time like this she would have been glad to chat with him, but clearly not tonight.

"not anymore, what are you..."

he doesn't give her a chance to finish, interrupting.

"can i come in to see you?"

her eyes wide open in a flash, is he here? jumping out of bed, cherry runs up to the window, peering out at her beautiful stranger. god, she notices the familiar car and the figure below.

"ten, damn, lee, what are you doing here!?"

he seemed to notice her silhouette in the window because she heard a chuckle on the phone, they were still talking. she moved away from the window, sliding down the wall beside, until she felt the coolness of the floor, which brought her to senses a little.

"hey, cher-cher, think i saw you, but never mind... so can i come in?"

"god, ten, no," the girl felt horrible about the situation, and the headache punching a hole in her head, and everything else in the world. "don't think i don't want, it's just that girls are home and we've been drinking and also... oh, lord, just wait for me outside, i'll be right down."

"cher-cher, it's fine, i can come..."

"five. minutes. boy, be patient."

cherry pressed the reset button in passing, pulling on jeans lying on the floor, throwing on the first sweater she could find that wasn't even hers, it smelled of ten's perfume, girl grabbed her phone and bag from the desk.

as cherry left the room she spotted anette and yuki asleep cuddling on the couch, even managed to take a picture to remember. she was in such a hurry that she almost fell down on the steps. a cold wind was blowing outside, forcing to wrap herself more tightly in sweater, but the freshness somehow eased the pain in cherry's temples.

"hey."

despite the late hour, or early, he looked rather chipper. his black hair was tucked out of his eyes and his jacket sleeves were pulled almost to his fingertips. he was leaning against the car, looking suspiciously, and his smile was strained.

his embrace was warm and comfortable, making her want to fall back into sleep, but that was clearly not why he wanted to meet. pulling away a little, cherry wanted to ask what was wrong, but ten suddenly pressed his lips to hers, the girl clutched at his shoulders in shock, the kiss was insistent, a warm hand resting on the back of her neck, the other pressed her closer by the waist. ten bit down on her lip, earning a moan that escaped the girl's lips, his tongue sliding over the fresh bite as if asking permission for next move.

but behind cherry's eyes, albeit closed, were all a blur of red, that she involuntarily pulled away, ten reached after, but the girl managed to stop him.

"wait, wait, what's wrong, ten?" her palm rested on his cheek and with the pad of her thumb she stroked his lower lip, eyes trying to catch his gaze.

"it's okay, i just wanted to see you. very much." he stretched the fake smile again, which didn't hide the anxiety in his eyes.

"you're lying."

"cerise, how can you doubt my words?"

she rolled her eyes demonstratively at his reply, if he didn't speak up himself, then she'd have to make him.

"well you missed me, here i am. but i'd better get going now, it's saturday after all, i wanted to get some sleep..."

cherry had already turned to go towards the flat and felt his grip around her waist became stronger, pressing the girl's back against his chest, she felt his warm breath on her neck.

"don't go."

turning her face a little, she tried to look ten in the eyes again, this time he didn't look away.

"then tell me what happened."

"i'll tell you, but not here. it's cold outside, you're already shaking."

indeed, cherry didn't notice how every blow of the wind sent chills down her skin.

"i know a place to go, but it closes in a couple of hours, so let's get moving."

his lips faintly touch her neck before he releases the girl from his arms.

tears rolled down her cheeks in black streams, cherry had been sitting like this for hours, her mind full of thoughts about how unfair life was.

behind her was the embossed wooden door, the floor cold and the window wide open. today was a bad day at work, yesterday they had a fight and on monday everything was so good and right.

outside the door, anette and yuki were enjoying their beautiful life, while inside, and in her soul, there was a whole damn hurricane. cold late november wind was blowing through the open window, wet leaves were landing on the windowsill, and the floor next to it was already wet. she would probably get sick. she would have to take a sick leave at the cafe, she thought, minus her salary. it seemed such a trifle, but the thought made her want to cry even more.

there was a knock at the door, but she waited silently for what the person on the other side of the door was going to say, though the silence lingered, as if the person behind it was hesitant.

"hey, cher-cher, there's someone here to see you... and, we were actually going to ... uh," another voice could be heard outside the door, grudgingly expressing something. "... the shop... yeah, right, the shop!"

"anyway, we're out of here," yuki's voice said. "be a good girl and don't make us blush later."

ten, standing next to them grinned involuntarily, anette and yuki were completely different after all, yuki was an ulcer and anette more mellow, but he could see why cherry was befriending them. the blonde smiled sweetly at him as she heard some unintelligible reply from the other side of the door, as if trying to cheer him up, yuki patted him on the shoulder, "good luck mate" she whispered.

cherryl heard the door to the flat slam, and some movement could be heard behind her own. ten sank to the floor, no other choice, resting his back against the door that separated him from the girl. He knocked cautiously, waiting for any response.

"cher-cher, let's talk."

ten's voice was like honey in her ears as always, but she don't want to talk now. she was a little hurt, quite upset and had a bad headache.

"i don't want to talk now, i don't want anything..." she mumbled more to herself than to him. "...not to think, not to see, not to hear."

ten furrowed his brow, not particularly pleased with the barely intelligible babble of words. it looked like getting out of this situation was going to be a little harder than he expected since he was the only one talking.

"well," he took a deep breath before he began. "i'll do the talking then."

a chuckle was heard from behind the door, and ten smiled. he made himself comfortable by the door, his gaze drilling a picture of the three friends: anette with her sparkling hair, yuki showing her tongue to the photographer, and his cherry in the centre, she was hugging her friends, a red cup in her right hand, a bright smile on face.

"you see, cher-cher. everything in the world is a little more complicated than we expect. work, study, friendship, music, literature... and relationships too." he expected at least some sort of reaction from her.

cherry on the other hand closed her eyes, just trying to clear her head of unnecessary things while ten developed his thought.

"so, when people don't agree on things, you know, it's totally normal. because to be together with someone with whom you agree on everything is to stop evolving. because if you gave in to me every time you argued with me, i'd get bored. and so would you. vous savez ce que je veux dire, cherry?"

cherry hums, in fact, he was making a point, she understands that. and ten, without waiting for an answer, continues to speak.

"so this probably won't be the last time you and i fight. But, that doesn't mean we're going to be at each other's throats, pulling out shreds of hair and blowing our voices from screaming. the last one can be done in a more pleasant way," ten heard a chuckle, meaning he was clearly heading in the right direction. "it means that you and i are separate individuals, with our own views on life, and to some extent standing our ground is sometimes the right thing to do. because if you live in a complete idyll where no one ever says "no", then i'm afraid we'll break up." he was silent for a second, cherry tensed up, trying to hear the slightest rustle outside the door."et je ne veux pas de ça, cher-cher."

cherryl thought he was right. after all, you can't always agree on everything, then it would probably be a lie, which is worse than any truth. so they quarrelled once, cherry obviously isn't going to give it up halfway through, and neither will ten.

"ten," she said something to him for the first time in the long time they'd been sitting on opposite sides of the door. "i'll open the door, so be careful."

standing up, she more or less tried to wipe the dripping mascara off her face, but it was a pitiful sight, and her overall appearance left too far from desired － one stocking had come off to her knee, skirt was a little wrinkled, and hair was in a complete mess.

"hey, ten," she called out, resting her forehead against the wall by the door. "i look like a some kid's nightmare."

"open the damn door already. i swear, if you're not in some unicorn pajamas, you're going to really regret what you said."

cherry smiled, yes, that was her ten, inhaled deeply and pressed the door handle. the first thing she saw was a tired look on ten's face, but he was still smiling.

"you're smiling like some fool."

"and you're not wearing unicorn pajamas."

they stood like that for a while, just staring at each other, not taking a step towards each other, until ten holds out his hand to her.

she sinks into his embrace with pleasure, ten warm compared to the piercing cold of her bedroom, cradling her tightly, muttering something into her hair.

"cher-cher, regarde-moi."

she pulls her head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. ten notices that her eyes are red from crying, he gently stroke her cheek.

"are we okay?"

"are we okay?" she teased him.

ten bends down to kiss her as cherry wraps her arms around his neck. he kisses her long because he doesn't want to let go, the girl puts her hand on his cheek, and so a couple more minutes gone by before they were interrupted by a message coming to her phone from yuki.

"are you two lovebirds done already, because anie and i are freezing our asses off."

cherry laughs and shows the message to ten, he joins her after giving her a final kiss.

"you can tell them to walk around a bit more. fresh air is good for health."

ten smiles at her with that same sly cat smile she loves so much, unable to help herself she kisses him again.

In the end, he put her in the right place.

slowly spinning in the setting light of the february sun, cherry felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. her hands slid up his shoulders until palm rested on the back of ten's neck, her fingers tracing the frizzy black hair. they had already grown back a lot since autumn, but cherry liked this new look of the lad, nothing seemed to spoil it.

"ten."

his eyes closed, they were so close his noses were touching, and on hearing his name boy smiled and hummed back. now he seemed so carefree and calm and... even content with something. cherry rubs her nose against his, which elicits a quiet chuckle, and ten presses her closer.

"beautiful stranger."

his eyes, dark brown glinting in the sunset light, open momentarily and the smile comes off his face. she wondered why.

"you haven't called me that in a while."

it came to her belatedly that he was right, anything but a beautiful stranger. perhaps because he is no longer the stranger who comes to their café in the summer. this is her ten － heart, soul and all that.

he's like a candy bar, stuck between her teeth, so sweet. like a light spring breeze, warm, enveloping the scent of leaves. like her favourite cherry to wait all year.

"indeed."

cherry gives in slightly forward, nestling against his lips. It still tastes like the wine and lemon pie they ate. ten always eagerly responds because cherry rarely initiated contact herself, he was literally able to count such times on his fingers, but not at all in rebuke to her.

he peppers kisses on her face and neck, hearing the ringing laughter in ears, sweet like honey. it's hard to believe that everything is happening in her small room, even though no one else is in the flat.

falling onto the bed they continue kissing, exploring all the exposed skin with their hands, cherry lovingly tracing the tattoos on his arms, feeling the muscles relief under her fingers. his touch spreads warmth all over her body, making her want only to be even closer.

"ten," his lips touch her collarbone and neck, moving higher and higher until he finds her lips again.

"ten, stay please," she whispers, only a few millimeters between their faces, eye to eye, she sees a fraction of incomprehension in his gaze, so he just leans in to kiss girl once more.

"i'll stay, why ask for it?"

hugging him a little tighter, cherryl can't let him go.

they lay like this for several hours until the day changed to evening and the evening to night. ten had long since fallen asleep, his head resting on cherry's shoulder, listening to her heartbeat, palm resting over waist.

carefully brushing his hair away from eyes, cherry speaks aloud, more to herself, not even thinking about the fact that he is asleep:

"my beautiful stranger, stay with me forever."

"then you will have to stay with me too"

she didn't expect an answer from him, lips touching her bare shoulder, cherry settling in a little more comfortably, pulling ten against her only closer.

it seems like it's finally safe for her to fully fall in love.

#wayv #nct #au #imagine #nct ten imagine #ten lee au #ten lee fluff #strangers to lovers au #ten lee angst #hurt/comfort #ten lee fanfic

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𝖘𝖚𝖇!NCT ; { 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 | 18+}

[ # 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜. ] domme/sub. oral sex. kinks. toys. breath play. semi-public sex.

⟨ AUTHOR’S NOTE. ❌ here’s to a 9-part hc, this time it’s the neos! 5k words total — at this point, i might just name my blog oral fixation central instead of pretty boy central. i picked members who i thought would suit the scenario best, from power bottoms to innocent subs: pick your preference from the little ‘feat’ list below ⬇︎ and if you like what i do: interact and/or reblog ♥︎ enjoy! x

[ + PAIRINGS.] crop top!mark, shy!taeyong, poly soft sub!shotaro, hard sub!yuta, experienced!jungwoo, tease!yangyang, trophy bf!xiaojun, service sub!johnny, pro!ten x femdom!reader respectively

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⇢ MARK 마크 - All about the eye contact while hugging your thighs. You’re comfortably reclined, playing with his soft flowy bangs. His shampoo smells so. Fricking. Good. He’s kneeling there, ass up, one hell of a sight. Why have one nice thing when you could have two at once? Mark eating your cake, you can check out his cake — and spank it later — it’s a win-win. Mark is the kind of guy who blurts out a thousand thoughts per minute, but when he eats you out, the laser focus he’s known for when rapping returns to its full glory. As if he could read your wants and wishes out of your gaze. If you want clit kisses, you get them. Still, Mark often confuses himself in typical style („Hold on, hold on! The towel goes here below, wait, I got it wrong!“), but! He is not confused by you. It’s more about figuring out his technique. Was more cautious at the beginning already, however not because he thought you were unapproachable or mysterious. Mark loves you very much and thinks you’re beyond hilarious. Which is why eating you out is constantly interrupted by mutual laughing fits, no surprise there. His tunnel vision can only last for so long! You make your boyfriend cry tears by making funny faces. He’s caught off guard. It’s good to lighten the mood. Being funnier than Mark is hard to pull off, which makes it even more rewarding to make his face glow from heat, thigh squeezing, and grinning. One hand on his cheek if you can reach, the other at the back of his neck. Mark has the softest peach fuzz on his nape, so satisfying to stroke. What starts out hasty or confused turns into comfy relaxation and trust, Mark knows how much it soothes you.

One scenario became his and your definite favorite. Mark got his driving license, parked in front of your home, honked, and had the audacity to sit there behind the steering wheel with a purple crop top on such a fine evening. Horny and intrigued immediately, all you did was stare during your drive to the take-out spot you like so very much. His hair had gotten pretty long, it was so cute. But Mark’s body was just as inviting, you wanted to touch and ravage and wreck him so damn badly. Mark barely made it halfway through the city that you asked him to drive off the main street. Innocent mind he is, your baby assumed you knew a shortcut through the traffic. Mark winds up stopping the car incredulously somewhere close to an empty laundromat store, this area of the city was fast asleep and abandoned. When you whispered you wanted to fuck him, Mark’s jaw simply dropped. A perfect exercise for what was about to— come. Perfectly sat on his face, you were deepthroating a whiny Mark laying on the backseat seven minutes later, sucking him off in a proper rhythm, seamless, with Mark nipping and dipping his way into your heart from behind. Mark was ready to die fulfilled by getting crushed. He came down your throat so fast, you had to wait until you could ride him hard: A perfect opportunity to enjoy some more chaotic rapper tongue action before, and moaning out loud when you came on his face. Since you were only getting started but Mark was dizzy with love, you took matters into your own hands and went for the ride of your lives.

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⇢ TAEYONG 태용 - Insecure and shifty-eyed at first, both hands trembling in the pockets of his grey hoodie. Leader Taeyong mode: Disengage. Listening well is his guideline here, he relies on bits of praise and your instructions („More to the left — yes… feels good“) to know what works. Sub training is the word. Since he’s more of an intuitive lover who prefers not to jump right into it, Taeyong will build the scenario rather carefully with your orders in mind. Morning, noon, or night, doesn’t matter. The time spent gearing up, arranging his room with the right lights and a movie to watch first, the mood at the moment, that’s time well-spent. Impressionable Taeyong is a perfectionist of staging something in every sense of the word. His tendency for theatrics and hot as fuck eyebrow expressions extends to licking you up when his new mixtape plays. Even when he’s fucked-out from the day, he still reserves this energy for his one and only. Getting better and to the point as he progresses is always the bar. The hoodie stays on. The inhibitions come off. Once he gets going and the playlist switches to Baekhyun, Taeyong sucks your clit like it’s your birthday. You reach the point of no return in one minute flat no matter how slow or fast he goes. Your sweet sloppy sub is well aware where the most sensitive nerve endings are and caters to your every throbbing, pulsing, and twitching of the legs. And if you’re insatiable, horny at 7 in the morning again, Taeyong will drop everything he does and climbs back into your bed to play with your wetness at the tips of his fingers, sucking them rigorously like the true cumslut he is. The scent of his crisp aftershave will make you cum in no time, he smells so fucking good and masculine. This handsome man’s all yours.

Recently figured out how mommy cums as soon as he moans her name. So, he has to use it diligently, not too early, not excessively. You help him place his hands on the outer point of your hips, use his bubbling spit as lube, and show your boo how to angle his glorious jaw. Sooner or later, he almost looks like he’s posing in an expensive photoshoot, that’s how physical he is. Subspace is always just around the corner, so you make a habit of reassuring him that he sucks you off right, that you love this way of pleasure, that he’s good at it. Which is no lie. His tongue is flexible and versatile, to say the very least. And his room isn’t the only place where your little encounter goes down. Taeyong once drove you out to see his old school — you both just wanted to revisit the empty building for some memories. Taeyong got nostalgic, plus he loves to show you forgotten aspects of his life that few other people know. The sports facilities in particular. But eventually, you pressed Taeyong against a locker, heavily made out, and within a blink of his pretty doe eyes, his head was between your legs on an old bench. Your dirty talk was off the fucking charts. The pet names you were peppering him with, too. Three minutes after you hit the peak, Taeyong gladly heard the janitor’s keys click in a close-by room, so you just wound up hiding behind some trees of the school’s baseball field. Out of breath, the two of you. Jeez, did he dress you in record time, and jumped up, and showed you the door out. Those reflexes. While you wait for the janitor to leave, a very amused Taeyong shows you pictures of himself when he was enrolled on his phone… as if he didn’t swallow your every drop just minutes earlier. Yeah, he’s fascinating.

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⇢ SHOTARO 쇼타로 - Kissy lips, kissy face. Squeals with absolute joy when you offer him to have a go — don’t underestimate how much he worships your body. And how much he loves sex, long as it’s not too rough. Shotaro doesn’t like hard subbing, gentle femdom sounds more like it. He won’t risk anything… yet. Wait one or two years and he might as well be super freaky. Until then, no experiments, Yuta’s kinky influence has not corrupted him, but he won’t stop to take a breather either. The perfect mix of commitment and flirt, batting his puppy eyes at you constantly with a very careful mouth at work. Shotaro’s friendly impression is not going to be blown away all of a sudden, that’s not even reserved for moaning his soul out when you peg him. The only time the sweet smile wanes is when your baby feels like you’re not into it — before you even voice it to him. Shotaro is concerned concerned. „Wait! Should I do it differently?“ is the panicked response, and you cool him down for a solid minute with head pats. Making mistakes is what he fears most: Looking pathetic, degraded, embarrassed and unskilled. Needless to say, he’s not the type of submissive who likes humiliation, more points to soft subbing. You say, you’re Shotaro. How could you go wrong. You couldn’t look awful if you tried. Although `going with the flow´ is a washed-out phrase that’s far too simple as a motto, a little bit of calm and laissez-faire really works for him. Not interrupting himself, not checking if absolutely everything is done right, but going ahead and just working his tongue to get some feedback later.

Where he clearly excels is a polyamorous dynamic, romantic and/or sexual: Hear me out. Naturally, he needs no experience with it. He fits right into the mix, acting as a mediator and mood-maker between three parties. Three is good, although four or five is too much for Shotaro to handle, even if the pairs kind of split into couple units within one room. Like two here, three there, or something like that. It’s better to focus and galvanize all the attention on you without distractions or further chaos that would just make the situation uncomfortable. So, three it is. Not a gangbang, just a triad, and if it’s two girls he’ll pleasure at once, he’s right at home. Shotaro is so amicable, his winning smile could put anyone at ease. As I said, despite his lack of experience, he’s a natural. One girl gets to relish his gentle fingers circling and rubbing, the other girl will see his mouth do wonders at the same time. Actually, Shotaro is more confident with a third party around, it’s puzzling. Until you remember he’s part of frickin’ NCT: Their collective buzzing hive mind has likely programmed every member to be good at poly should they choose to try it — don’t ask why, just enjoy. Being around so many people made Shotaro a little awkward in a one-on-one setting, which doesn’t diminish his affection for his main partner, mind you. But you can definitely tell he thrives on poly dynamics, it feels like protection to him. Shotaro’s number one prowess of being able to please will come through immediately, and he’ll do anything to set up the room as romantically as possible. Scented candles, warm blankets, music. Everyone feels secure, and it’s a night you’ll ask to repeat soon. He’s the absolute sweetest, I know.

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⇢ YUTA 유타 - Enjoys you spitting on him beforehand. Properly. Degradingly, with no hesitation, anywhere across his face. Wastes no time submitting to your sadistic, tormenting deeds. Any viable spot in your living space will serve as a theatre for a great scene. Even the cold basement: You, facing any wall standing, Yuta chained and squatted between your legs to eat his meal from behind-below, begging to be crushed, suffocated. Rest assured you’ll feel warmed up in just two minutes. Nastiest groans between loud slurping noises ever. Moves his head side to side a whole lot. Other people around? „Don’t care“ — Yuta wants everyone to know he pleasures your clit superbly well. Likes, wants, craves the aid of ultra-fancy battery toys. Where’s the excitement, the literal buzz? He’s not happy if you don’t get one hell of a show, whipped cream included (yes, his secret weapon). And, you know… him wearing a red rope harness, even thin heels, hard to balance on as the extra challenge. Dressed for the occasion. Always knows, observes, notices when you love it and when you don’t, or if you think some technique is just eh, mediocre, maybe „time for an upgrade“. The upgrade is more tongue-flicking, by the way. Mister Quick & Sloppy knows what’s good. Yuta shows up carrying a little vibrator collection 70% of the time, some very handy electrical friends that he’s gonna use one after the other while you can just relax. Why just one toy when you could have even more sensations? Alternating with his energetic tongue, it’s an interesting method mix, freaky and experimental. So much more intense, and new. They didn’t lie when they said Yuta had vibes. The things he’s smuggled through crowded hotel lobbies with a stone-cold face just to get you off. And: The toys he ordered online, where Taeyong picked up the package, so Yuta lied it was just another boring game he bought to pass the time.

Looks at you very intensely with his head between your legs, and you wink back by habit. It actually flusters him profusely. Don’t underestimate Yuta’s ability to become extremely shy, this man has such a soft spot for his domme. Especially after she destroyed him totally… he loves it, going past his limits all the time. A cane is all you need to break him, only to get all the head you want with Yuta crying. Hard and mischievous shell, soft and whimpery core. One of the best pleasers, knows you inside out. Yuta has his intricately detailed knowledge about the ladies down. Plus his power bottom tendencies equal the amounts of sheer masochism he possesses: Mercilessly smack him across the face between streaks of sucking, right after he catches a breath, and he will be yours. Yuta will plead you to do it again and again. Never cared about shallow orgasms, wants to make you cum for real, it’s the same with him wanting to scream. Wishes there was a way for you to choke him out while he’s doing down on you, but your hands would reach him awkwardly, preferring to pull on his hair anyway: So he just clamps down on his own neck with one hand, circling your nipples with his spit-covered fingers using the other hand, that fucking perv. That Yuta is crazy you already know, but that he likes to pile on several sex techniques at once is a revelation. That he has the skills to do it is not. Sex god. Your nasty boy deserves to be ruined.

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⇢ JUNGWOO 정우 - Prince of chapstick, he feels super smooth. The face, the same. So soft. The prettiest. Prettiest boy to ever pretty. Long as it’s a chill environment and it’s mostly vanilla, he’s down for anything, your goofy sweetheart. Don’t laugh, you could even put on a random Sunday soccer match on his laptop. If there’s no intense penalty shootout and it’s a little monotonous, both teams equally strong so nothing really happens, that’s perfect as a relaxing backdrop with all the occasional commentary and fan chants, volume turned down by 80%. It would sound weird with any other guy, but Jungwoo makes it work. It could be any sports event, in fact. Ice hockey, billiards, whatever. Or music. Or him wearing a silky jersey himself while he goes down on you, his sporty side is such a turn-on. But no stress, no edge, just being sweet together and flirting a lot. He’s cute and hot and kind at once — the amount of facial expressions you’ll see is astounding. Likes the occasional deeper dive if you know what I mean, though not as in, ambushing you with crazy tongue twisters and whatnot. Deliberate is the word. Is not content staying all too superficial or messy, it has to be rhythmical and make sense, making you comfortable. You thought he would be chaotic, but Jungwoo knows exactly what to do, how to dip, so you don’t worry. Except that you’re an immensely possessive domme behind a generous exterior — with eagle eyes, for that matter.

Since your lil’ pup acts like he has done it before a couple times, and Jungwoo confirms he has experience, you feel a bit jealous and even go on bantering. „Enjoyed it?“ Yes, even if you wish you weren’t, you’re jelly. Jungwoo reacts with a sheepish and embarrassed face, he doesn’t want to spill the beans. What’s done is done, he protects the privacy of his exes, evades questions. You eventually calm yourself to take it easy, it’s none of your biz, although saying his past is his past doesn’t really work as a catchphrase for you: You have to make it crystal clear, have him close in, make him say „I am“ when you ask „are you mine, then?“ Despite his seductive come-hither gaze being a masterclass and his humor being outrageous, Jungwoo is a surprisingly patient lover, hating to just rush it or be inaccurate with his plush tongue. You can feel his adoration. And he’s upbeat. A reassuring smile makes your day, it helps you rid yourself off the stress. Every word you say is appreciated. He hates when someone walks all over their partner, it just isn’t right to him. Listening is more important. Jungwoo hates you being pent up, hates you worried or preoccupied. At work, he can deal with himself. At home, he will vent quickly when there’s a bigger problem, but he’d rather tune into you first. He’d do anything to make you feel like you got rid of your problems, he’s your escapist fantasy turned real. Jungwoo has no problem being considered just that. In fact, he wants it, knowing you can take it out on him in gentle ways: Hands in his soft blonde hair, swaying your hips, cumming when he kisses you.

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⇢ YANGYANG 양양 - Eating you out as his signature move? Well, well. Yes and no. Because seemingly, he does anything but: At first. It’s 99% endless teasing everywhere else on your body. Until, completely on edge, you guide his shoulders and have him get to work. With permission, of course, knowing he enjoys it. You wouldn’t hurt this cutie at all costs, though he likes his head controlled by you like this to begin with. So don’t worry too much, he isn’t made of cotton candy, even if his hair color sometimes suggests that. Ironically, it’s the other way around. He wants to taste your cotton candy. With your hands around his temples, holding him in place. Which makes for a sexy POV from both of your positions. Yangyang is working hard, why is he still so immensely eager, how much energy does he even have? It’s admirable how he can tease your body for so long with ghosting kisses and suggestive eye contact. Yangyang being the master of stamina might come as a surprise, but you know how it goes with Libra men. Pleasers till the end of time. That’s exactly why he indulges you so much in prep. Edging is his thing, though you tend to take back control by cussing him out for licking your ankles like a maniac. „What are you, a deprived Victorian man? You sexy fucking sucker, you, God damn…“ Insults make him squeal and laugh, and soon he’s back to the main event, anyway.

Now seriously, why does the cutie trail off so much? Which, granted, makes you even hornier. Propped onto your couch, Yangyang is humming and licking your thighs with that seductive, way too infuriating grin. Even munching on them when he’s extra cocky, up until you say you’ll fucking spank his soul out if he keeps on smiling like a devil. You’ll mark him up at full capacity, slap his butt, pinch his nose, swear you’ll tickle him until he taps out. But kinky Yangyang is not stopped by any threat of punishment whatsoever. What are you gonna do, smack his ass and hope he stops nibbling on your legs for good? If anything, he gets even more riled up and ready to stimulate you even more. Shit, your body’s on fire from all the attention it gets. So, good luck with this sheer untamable brat. He kisses your belly, sucks on your chest at random. Your fingers, too. The neck. The entire palette. Even the fucking ears. Yuta would be proud of Yangyang’s utter depravity. Little did you know it’s all a tastemaker. In your world, he’s increasing the suspense. In his world, he’s courting you, paying attention to all body parts, showing off what he can do with his lips. Oral sex? Nope, kissing first! Holy fuck, he’s absolutely fucking peppering you. You thought Yangyang was too intimidated to go down on you and delayed it, turns out you misunderstood. Guy is just the king of foreplay. And out of all head squad members? Surprise! His oral fixation is the most unruly and developed.

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⇢ XIAOJUN 샤오쥔 - Okay, prepare yourselves. Xiaojun is a little extra with those kind of things, to say the least. Not kinky, just particular. In fact, he is the type to use his whole damn face. Yep. Very deliberately, slow-mo, so you can see and feel everything. Yes, chin and all. His entire technique would appear lazy, uncoordinated and weird to an outsider, but from your perspective, he’s just nasty, he’s giving it his all: Which is exactly what you like. Xiaojun knows that you’re obsessed with the beauty of his otherwordly features from outer space, and he’s always generous with it — „I’m yours, that’s why“. So why not give it a shot, his mouth can only do so much! Does Xiaojun look down on anyone who sticks to the basics? Probably not, he’s too busy in his own relationship. Being perfect, being hot, being all you need, he goes the extra mile for everything. And that happens to include cunnilingus. The cheekbones, the nose, the forehead, even… You get to feel it, too, not just the lips doing their thing. He’s brave, he’s naughty, he’s sensual all at once. Wants you all over him, after all. Slathered up in your wetness, is this Xiaojun’s new makeup routine? It sure looks like it. The man is glowing for all the right reasons.

There is a bit of vanity in his style. He’s your designated trophy boyfriend, after all. Gotta look and act the part, doesn’t he. Swipe his hair back while he licks you, put up mirrors for sexy time, doll himself up beforehand with soft and pretty clothes, even a few necklaces. No mediocre. Xiaojun is like Narcissus between your legs, but really, he’s just conscious of how he comes across: And who can blame him. That’s not a boyfriend. That’s a masterpiece. Xiaojun doesn’t need beauty standards, they need him! Few people can handle his awesomeness. Knowing you want his body, his fucking soul, he is all the more eager to satisfy your heated desires with no regard to form: Come as you are. Your PJs, work or uni clothes, naked, near-naked, whatever. He’s the one to look at. Xiaojun puts great emphasis in slow-paced presentation that matches some tender music in the background. It could go on for hours if you wanted. Dejun could do the juiciest and unusual things while a ballad is playing in the background, but you’re into it. Because it’s not torturously done, but well aware that you think he’s stunningly handsome, so he’ll indulge you. Looks good in any position, as one would expect. Enjoys it if you sit on him lots because he likes to be below, this overpowering angle. The same idea applies here: Torturously slow is the key. You’re a strict and controlled domme, that suits him the very best.

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⇢ JOHNNY 쟈니 - Sassy, sassy boy. Talks a lot at the beginning, 100k words friends to lovers. Is this Youtube? Johnny needs to know exactly what you want and how he can achieve it. Fair enough, he wants the juicy intel, all of your boundaries and soft limits, your ideas, your sweet spots, your no-gos and best ways to make you comfortable. And hey, that’s a smart and normal thing to do: He just does it all at once, like an essay. Wow. You can tell he thought about everything and wondered about everything. A caring boyfriend, if you think of it. The whole shebang is kind of cute. Johnny has no business being ignorant; nor does he like to disappoint his girlfriend. He already caught your attention with his tight shirt, in fact, he distracted you while you were going through your phone, so now he, um, takes responsibility for his banging body being so hot. „Do you want any snacks before, something to drink? Probably some water, right. Wait a minute, I’ll get it for you. Do you want warm water or cold water? Okay, cold, right. With a slice of lemon or without? Should we turn on the TV or some music? Which blanket do you prefer today, the lighter one or the heavy-duty?“

On it goes, it’s the service sub in him. This is like fucking Hotel Johnny Seo. He wants to be like a personal butler to you, except that said butler has some impressive dancer glutes and no suit on. Johnny really does leave nothing to chance and you appreciate it: Circumspect, as ever, and it’s important to be comfy before getting down to business. Johnny knows it always makes a difference when you’re warm and hydrated, so he keeps on asking questions to make sure it’s all set. But once he is engrossed, lips on your labia… the opposite is true. Why does he stop talking out of literal nowhere, what on earth is going on. Johnny’s dead silent, focused, in a different mindset. Unrecognizable. He barely even moves his body, even if there’s a lot to move indeed. God, is he fucking tall — a bit difficult to drape and position himself on the sheets, but he’ll manage. Kind of folding himself in half will do the trick. You already blew his literal back out with your strap the day before, so his spine’s like jelly anyway: Bending, not a problem. Once he kneels properly, it’s all tunnel vision. Although to be fair, he moans every now and then — which is very stimulating, to say the very least. Puts his spectacular lips to good use and, if he’s honest, wants to be „nothing but a sex toy“ (his words, verbatim!) that you can bend around to your delights. You were kind of confused by what he meant, so Johnny explained it. The point is that you can adjust him however you like and he’s there to give you a good time.

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⇢ ten 텐 - Red alert, the final boss is here. Let's make tonight your birthday. Ten’s piping hot sexual style puts any existing man, no matter how experienced, to a literal devastating shame. Because he has what? The flavor. It’s exceedingly difficult to put his energy into fitting words. Similar to Yuta, he flaunts some seriously rapid flicking tongue movements, but knows when to slow it down for a minute: Nuance! It’s exactly what does the trick. Despite his quick and accurate manner, he won’t overstimulate or overtake you. Overtaking in a sense of, being faster than the pleasure can arrive, which is a mistake he knows is frequently committed. Ten knows that going too hard doesn’t feel good, so he refrains from going on for a second round right away especially. „Fifteen minutes rest is due,“ is what he’ll say, laying down face to face on his side with you. Presenting his cute puffy lips, and also for a chance to look him in the eyes properly. Those cat eyes. They’re magnetic. After enough tension builds and you’re impatient, Ten dives off between your thighs again. Patience (with stamina) is a virtue and he has it. Paired with the most graphic dirty talk you’ve ever heard, Ten is fully in his element, hands in the right places, hair falling the right way, lips promptly sucking you up. If you know his Instagram, you know which bedroom eyes will await you. On the majority of days, Ten is the type who will crawl up to you from the edge of the bed like a feline. You don’t know what’s first to touch. Grab his ass? Cup his face? Pinch his waist? Fuck it, just do everything at once.

Not a fan of 69, he’ll dedicate himself fully to you. Twisting himself around is his job on stage, but he’s remarkably still once chest down in bed. Or the edge of the bathtub, whatever you fancy. Few angles are too awkward for ten. Talk about bathroom sex: He’s probably the only person on earth who mastered giving head in the shower. Even without a mat or towel under his knees, which is crazy. He stays stable as if by sheer magic, the floor being painfully hard and slippery doesn’t bother him, though you insist he use at least a small towel to kneel on when it’s not spontaneous oral. Ten is only focused on his task, nothing else fazes him. He trusts you with the temperature control, and if he’s getting waterboarded from above with the shower on? Then he’s getting waterboarded. Ten won’t care. He’s the goat, he knows he can breathe somehow, and he doesn’t want you getting cold — „just turn the valve, honey“. You often take precautions and turn on the bathroom heating way before, but Ten insists on his ways and can clearly see your goosebumps. Your right leg over your shoulder, your boyfriend eats you out from below with the water stream trailing right over his face. The divine baptism! You can squeeze, grind, and fuck his face stupid in the most erratic thrusts on the bathroom carpet ten minutes later for a solid round two. He wants to be completely at your mercy, laying there on his back, dripping wet long dark hair, getting you off hands-free. This guy lets you do anything. Any-fucking-thing. Ten is a legend.

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Pairing: Soulmate!Johnny x Soulmate! reader, Taeyong x reader. ( Ft Mark, Jungwoo, Ten, Jaehyun, Taeil, Yuta. Mentions Jaemin once.)

Genre: Heavy angst my guys, soulmates au, neo frat au, university au, fluff, Hanahaki Soulmate trope.

Synopsis: Taeyong had been perfectly happy to sit back and watch you and Johnny be together. However, when he starts to notice certain behaviors that are all too familiar, he finds himself unable to watch you slowly die. Just because Johnny may not love you anymore... doesn't mean Taeyong doesn't love you either.

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Warnings: Heavy angst, Blood, Mentions of death, suffering, choking, johnny is unfaithful, it's a Hanahaki au so they basically cough up dead and thorned flowers. It's not a graphic description but there are descriptions of pain too, mentions of weight loss due to being unwell, Unrequited love, hurt, Taeyong's been in love with the reader since before her and Johnny got together, heavy rejection, soulmate rejection ( Just because i have written this does NOT mean that i think any one of the nct members would cheat or act thi way. this is pure FICTION.) Please let me know if i have missed any warnings

Note: Hi! I have a few fics in the works but I'm worried I wont get them done for Halloween. So, I am blessing you with this heart-breaking fic. I wanted to release this fic early as a thank you for all your love on Operation Rizz! Now, this is the same frat universe as all my other NCT fics. they can all be read as stand alone though, so don't worry! Any feedback is once again appreciated. I do not own the concept of Hanahaki.

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Soulmates were supposed to be someone's everything—the one person who was meant specifically for them. Someone you can lean on and cherish, who would dote and adore you. Someone to dish out as much love to you as you unto them. To stay by your side and grow old together. However, some people are already at that stage when they meet their destined person. There was also the worry of some people not having a soulmate. Legend says that only the blessed are gifted with such.

Gifted? Yes. To many, the Soulmate system is a curse - depending on what type you are assigned to. Tattoos? Easy. Mind reading? Okay a little more difficult. Red string? That practically takes you straight to them. Eternal life? Near impossible! You could spend many years with someone you thought was a soulmate only to see a wrinkle and realize you aren’t made for each other at all. Seeing things in black and white only to suddenly be overwhelmed with color at a music festival and not know who the hell you’d bumped into in that massive crowd that could possibly be your soulmate. Not everyone even had a soulmate, they could be with whoever they wanted without consequences.

But there was one type in particular that nobody wanted. Hanahaki. Named after the fictional Japanese Hanahaki Disease. It comes from the Japanese words Hana - meaning flower and Hakimasu - quite literally meaning, to throw up.

In a soulmate's case, when they first meet each other a seed is awakened. It grows thorned roses - the flowers of love - cradling the person’s heart and twining around inside their lungs. For the most part, other than the occasional flutter and heartburn, it goes unnoticeable. So long as the soulmate reciprocates the feelings of love. But, should one soulmate start to fall out of love? The other will suffer terribly. The flowers will die, the spikey stems squeezing at the organs they were once gently caressing with love. Crushing in their anguish.

Of course, unlike the other soulmate types, there are two ways out of Hanahaki... Let the weight of the unreciprocated love drag on painfully until you die, or convince your health insurance to accept the cost of the operation to remove the offending plants. However, by the time one realizes they are soulmates, it is likely that the bond has already been unreciprocated.

Taeyong knew this. He knew this because it happened to him. He had once been on the receiving end of the agonizing scratch of dead rose stems climbing up his throat in a mess of blood and wilted petals. Taeyong had nearly died. He recognized the signs clearly and that was the reason he was so shocked to see them in who he did.

Johnny’s soulmate.

Taeyong first took notice when you walked through the door of the club. A celebration night to celebrate the frat’s anniversary alongside Taeyong’s new choreographer position in the dance studio he works in. Your face had a slightly paler tone and although you were doing a good job at keeping your breathing even… Taeyong recognized the telltale signs of a wince when you took the air in too harshly.

But when he saw Johnny approach you and press a loving kiss to your forehead, he scolded himself for thinking such things. Taeyong knew something was up though, your smile didn’t meet your eyes and when you congratulated him with a hug, he swore he could feel your body tremble.

He tried not to worry too much throughout the night but when he saw Johnny by the bar, his charming smile dazzled at some sorority girls that had been invited… Taeyong wondered where you’d gone. The disappointment within him only grew when he watched his best friend and frat brother go home with one of them.

So, maybe his suspicions were correct. A few weeks passed and he’d not seen a glimpse of you, Johnny hadn’t even uttered your name. The rapper hadn’t had time to sit him down and ask him about the incident. Until now.

Taeyong dabbed the sweat from his brow with the neckline of his shirt, swiping his water bottle from the floor. He shuffled toward his friend, watching as he grinned at his phone as he typed. He was talking to someone and Taeyong only hoped it was you. That you’d both mended things to stop it getting worse. The thought of it all being a misunderstanding had a relieved smile spreading across his face as he settled on the floor next to Johnny.

“You texting ____? Tell her I said Hey.” Taeyong said, twisting the cap off his drink to take a swig. Taeyong was almost taken aback at the irritated flash that crossed Johnny’s expression at the mention of your name.

If Taeyong wasn’t so observant, he would have missed it. Johnny shook his head, swiftly locking his phone when his leader went to peer over his shoulder. “It’s not. It’s Yuki.”

Taeyong’s eyebrows scrunched, posture freezing for a moment. “The sorority girl you went home with?” He tried to keep his tone level. Memories of the same thing happening to himself reoccur in his mind. “What about ____?” The question hung awkwardly in the air, Johnny staring at Taeyong as if he’d asked something ridiculous.

“What about her?” He shrugged. “Just because I do stupid things, doesn't mean I don’t love her. She’s my soulmate.” He paused, an almost defeated sigh sagging at his shoulders. “The only one I got.”

Taeyong took notice of the slight bitterness in his words. Almost as if he didn’t realize that he did it. “Do you?”

Johnny rubbed at the back of his neck, his mouth opening but no words coming out. Once again, a defeated shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah… yes.” He cleared his throat as his voice broke. “I’m sure we’d of noticed by now if I hadn’t.” Johnny left no room for debate, standing up with a clap of his hands to suggest they continue their lacrosse practice.

You knew. You knew Johnny’s feelings for you were dwindling. You were reminded every time you coughed. Reminded by the way your breath left you in an agonizing squeeze when Johnny would kiss your forehead.

But, even though you knew… it didn’t make you love him any less. You knew what he got up to when your nights weren't spent together. You didn’t do a thing, didn’t bring it up. You almost tried to ignore it. You loved Johnny. You always would. And, as long as you continued to love him, he wouldn’t have the same fate as you. You would never wish this pain on him even if he was the cause.

You wished you’d heeded Mark’s seemingly lighthearted warning at the beginning of your relationship. ‘He’s one of my closest friends but he doesn’t always do the right thing, just… please be careful.’ Mark had said one evening. You hadn’t truly understood why he had said it, nor did you get to question him before Johnny had slid his arm around your middle.

You understood perfectly now. Especially as a sharp tickle wheezed in the back of your throat, your eyes discreetly scanning the new text message from your seat at the very back row of English lit class. ‘Can we rain check date night again? Coach is being a hardass and wants us to stay late.’ For the third week running, the same excuse. Sure, you’d seen Johnny. But Thursday was always date night. Something you’d both stuck to like glue once before.

Pain twisted in your chest, your breath rough. You brought the sleeve of your hoodie to your mouth, attempting a discreet cough. It didn’t do anything for you, the feeling like you’d swallowed razorblades. The world felt like it was spinning for a moment and you had to close your eyes and count to ten to steady it again.

One look at your sleeve had you frowning. The next stage had started. You’d read about this. Discoloured petals. You’d only coughed up one but one was enough for you to be sure. With one last attempt at clearing your throat, you brushed the blackened petal to the ground.

Taeyong shared this class with you. Whilst he didn’t often sit next to you, he was mostly always on the same row. Not many people occupied the back row and so, when he heard the muffled hack come from your direction he had looked over, shoulders tensing as he watched you.

He approached you at the end of class, watching your sluggish movements as you shoved your laptop back into your bag. “____, Are you alright?” He asked softly, noting the sheen of sickly sweat coasting your forehead.

Lips pressed firmly together, you nodded. You were certain if you opened your mouth you'd start coughing and choking again but you didn’t want to be rude. “I’m fine.” Bad idea. “Sorry, Yong, I gotta go-” Taeyong had never heard your voice so scratchy and coarse. He had also never seen you flee so quickly before he could even open his mouth, your notepad falling from your unzipped bag as you vanished before his eyes.

As he knelt down to collect it from the ground, his fingers made contact with a velvety, withered texture.

A blackened rose petal.

The next time Taeyong saw you, you were much worse than he could have imagined. He had only turned up at your apartment because he assumed Johnny had left his phone at your place. He couldn’t really understand the rushed words of ‘Shit! I left my phone at her place, I’m already late!’ When Taeyong offered to go and get it, he naturally thought of your place.

So when you answered the door, he was standing frozen at the sight of you. Your eyes had bags under them that would put JFK airport to shame. Your complexion was grey, lips cracked and dry. Taeyong could definitely see you’d lost some weight too, your knitted sweater nearly slipping off one shoulder. His gaze caught onto the marks along your neck, long red streaks almost looking like you had been clawing at it in your agony. Your winced call of his name kicked his brain into gear.

“Now isn’t a good ti-” His hands flew out to rub and pat your back as your words were interrupted.

Taeyong’s heart broke as he watched you struggle. You couldn’t get your breath, your face turning red from the strenuosity. Taeyong backed you into your apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. He sat you on your couch, disappearing from view for a moment.

You didn’t even take note of what exactly was being thrust under your nose, only that it would catch what your body rejected. One of his hands held the bucket, the other sweeping your hair away from your face. It was all too familiar for him. Except for Taeyong, he had done it alone.

“It’s okay, ____” He hushed, palm flattened over your back to rub comforting circles. “Breath through your nose and count to ten. It helps.”

You did as such, shoulders relaxing as the air finally seeped into your lungs. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, sighing at the crimson residue that was becoming all too familiar. You opened your mouth to speak, only to be gently hushed once more.

“It’s okay, it’ll hurt too much if you talk.” He set the bucket down on the side table. “You should get yourself some grapeseed oil. A teaspoon a day should at least prevent the attacks so often.” Taeyong didn’t look at you as he spoke, his hands busying themselves with opening the small drawer to your coffee table in search of tissues.

“You mean this?” You rasped, pulling the small droplet bottle from your pocket, and setting it down on the surface before you. Taeyong’s eyebrows creased.

It was the exact same bottle he was sure he had. Though, catching sight of the label on the bottle he knew it was his bottle. ‘Taeyong’ scribbled messily on the labeled sticker. He looked at you expectantly.

“Johnny gave it to me.” Just uttering his name sent a pang of hurt through you, a wave of emotion rippling from your jaw to the tips of your toes.

Taeyong understood immediately, a deep sigh resonating as he nodded once. “He knows then.” To which you nodded, eyes fixed on your lap.

He had never seen you cry, and he would hate to admit it but your eyes looked pretty when you did. It was as if the glaze of tears enhanced the colors of your iris. “He doesn’t know it’s this bad. He thinks the tickle has just started.”

“____, you’re dying and you’re telling me Johnny hasn’t noticed yet?” To say that Taeyong was in disbelief was an understatement. The new knowledge that Johnny knew now had floored him.

Why? Because Johnny hadn’t once let it show. Taeyong had been around the guy all week and he was still the happy comedic genius he always was. Not a hint of anything bothering him.

“Yong, It’s okay. I..” You drew your knees up to your chest, patting the spot next to you for him. “I’ve come to terms with it.”

“Come to terms with it?!” He spluttered. “____, you are in your twenties! You can’t be okay with dying in your twenties.” His hand raked through his hair, eyes blinking rapidly like he couldn't come to terms with how calm you looked right now.

Taeyong could feel the anger bubbling up in his chest, his gaze hardening as he addressed you once more. “You know he’s been seeing her too, don’t you?”

You were silent, shame eating at your subconscious. “If I ignore it then he won’t have to be like this too.”

Taeyong sprung up to his feet. “Wake up! He’s out there living his life with no regrets and you’re the one to suffer? I can’t…” He shook his head, shoving his clenched fists into his pockets. “I’m sorry, I just-” With one last shake of his head, Taeyong left you there. The slam of your front door announcing his absence.

Johnny remembered the conversation between the two of you very clearly. He was convinced he still loved you a lot. Just not in the way you need. At first, he thought it was doubt, but as time went on he started to notice the dry tickly cough and the abundance of petals scattered in your trash. He was sure it wasn’t harmful yet, certain that he still held the love in his heart for you.

Johnny didn’t love Yuki. She was fun. She was different. She wasn’t you. He could spend time with her without any strings attached. It was freeing, knowing he wasn't destined to be with her no matter what.

He felt guilt at first. He didn’t like lying to you, but it was for his own selfish gain that he did. Johnny had seen Taeyong go through the pain and near death of a soulmate falling out of love, he didn’t want that for himself. Johnny had too much to live for, as arrogant and self-centred as that sounded.

He remembered what you said when he gave you the vial of grapeseed oil, how your shaky hands had placed over his own. How you told him it was okay, it wasn’t his fault. But Johnny couldn’t help but think it was. Johnny tried so hard to make himself love you still. Your words of comfort swirled in his mind and kept him up at night. ‘Nobody can help who they do and don’t love. Feelings change, People don’t’ You’d said to him.

Johnny felt ashamed. Being unfaithful to you whilst you still loved him with every ounce of your soul. Deep down, Johnny knew you only had two options he just hoped you made a decision before it was too late.

Taeyong had been seen by barely anyone all week. It was as if he was attending his classes and then picking up every extra shift or odd job imaginable. The Neos were even more shocked when Mark slapped a flier down on the dining table ping pong table in front of some of the brothers. A for sale flier, advertising their frat leader’s motorcycle. The very same one that he cherished and spent a fortune to modify.

“Do you think he’s in debt?” Jungwoo frowned, setting his beer on the table.

That question alone earned a chortled laugh. “Woo, we’re in university. We’re all in debt.” Yuta clapped him on the back. “But, on a serious note, He’s been acting super weird lately.”

Everyone launched into debate, trying to determine why Taeyong would be selling his pride and joy so suddenly. Conversation ceased when the front door opened and the man in question shuffled into the open-plan living space with an exhausted wave.

“Ty, are you actually selling the bandit?” The question came from Taeil, Neo frat’s oldest member.

Taeyong moved through the living area, taking a seat at one of the beanbags littered around the table. “Already sold it.” He bobbed his head in a nod.

It earned him many concerned looks. “Are you in trouble or something? Are you trying to cover the water bill from when Mark broke the faucet?”

“No, Jae. I’m not in trouble. It’s not for me.” He reassured, his voice dying down quietly. “It’s for ____.”

Everyone stopped. Mark locked his phone, Yuta stopped chipping at his nail polish, and Taeil nearly spat out his beer. Jaehyun and Jungwoo were already staring at him.

“Why?”

Taeyong took a deep breath, anticipating the question.It didn’t take long for him to catch them up to speed. “You haven’t noticed? I can’t watch her die. Even if she’s come to terms with it.”

“She’s not been to class for a few weeks. Professor Choi just straight-up skips over her name now. I’m guessing they know.” Jaehyun hummed.

“Hm, Jaemin said he saw her last week on his midnight ramen run.” Mark recalled, “Said she looked like something out of living dead.”

“Mark,” Taeyong gave him a warning look. The younger just shrugged his shoulders. “I’m going to book the operation for her. She doesn’t know. I just need the deposit. After that, it’s monthly payments. I can scrape enough together for the monthly just fine.” He looked pained. “Whenever I see her, it’s like I’m watching myself go through it again.”

One by one, Jaehyun, Mark, Jungwoo, Yuta, and Taeil offered their help.

The six of them didn’t make it known what their plans were but soon enough, after Taeyong had put what he had already saved with what the others offered, it was enough. He rocked up to the private medical center, cash in an envelope that was tucked neatly within the inside pocket of his jacket.

Taeyong was pleasantly surprised that he was allowed to schedule and pay the deposit on your behalf. Acting on best interest. The receptionist did stress that you needed to fill in the form and sign consent upon arrival but Taeyong was more pleased that he was giving you a chance at life. That there was a possibility that you could carry on.

What he didn’t expect, was your immediate refusal when he brought the leaflet and forms over to your apartment the following morning. The smile dropped from his face as you tried to hide away from him. ‘He could die.’ You’d cried at him. And whilst it had been proven he wouldn't, you were convinced.

“He won’t, ____.” Taeyong begged. “Please, you can’t just accept this.” The bed dipped as he sat on the edge. The many times he had visited you now, you had always been. The last time you got up to open the door, Taeyong honestly worried that you would pass away right there on the doorstep. He took your spare key after that.

Taeyong’s gentle fingers lifted the damp wash cloth from the bowl at your bedside, running the cool material over your brow and cheeks. A light smile twitched at the corner of your lips, the sensation easing your fever, only a little but it was better than before. He knew he wasn’t going to get many more words from you this evening. You’d exhausted yourself already for the evening. Taeyong was just content enough to sit here and care for you.

Honestly, before it was known that you were Johnny’s soulmate, Taeyong had hoped you’d notice him. He had often found himself wishing that it wouldn’t last so he could at least have a shot with you. His hopes were crushed when Johnny had run through the fraternity declaring you were both soulmates. Taeyong had made peace with the idea that maybe he was meant to be alone, satisfied just by seeing you whenever Johnny brought you over to hang out.

He never wished for this, though.

Tenderest of touches brushed your hair away from where it had clung to your forehead. Taeyong clicking on the standing fan in an attempt to offer you some cool relief. “Trust me, ____.” He whispered, voice brittle. “I went through this.” His confession had your right eye cracking open.

“Back in the first year,” Taeyong recalled. “Watching you and Johnny go through this… it’s like a mirror. I nearly died,” He picked up your hand, engulfing it in both of his own. “I refused the operation until it was nearly too late. For the same reason, actually.”

Your fingers twitched in his own, your index finger hooking around his thumb to offer comfort. You have suspected Taeyong had some close experience with this. Especially in the way he always seemed to understand your pain, the sad gazes, and his drive to help you. You had never expected that he would be the one in your position though. The meer thought had tears welling up in your eyes. You seemed to cry a lot around the man these days.

“He didn’t die though. Apparently, he just… coughed up the root.” He lifted your hand, the ghosting feeling of his lips against your knuckles. “I promise you, Johnny won’t die… At least think about it.” To which you nodded in agreement.

Taeyong made you soup, your favorite kind. You weren’t even sure how he knew it was your favorite but he did. He parted from you with a lingering kiss to your hairline. Just like every night. This form of unrequited love seemed to of hurt him more than his last.

He’d left the forms and leaflets on the empty bed space by your feet.

You’d asked Taeyong not to come over for the last four days. As worried as he was, he had to respect your wishes. You didn’t want him to see your sudden decline as you entered the last stage of the rejection. Meaning, that Johnny had almost fallen completely out of love with you now.

You were expecting it, Taeyong too. You and Johnny had broken things off the last time you saw each other. Both of you doing so without even having to clarify the matter. He was free. Almost.

Taeyong had been stressed all week, even his frat brothers had given him a wide berth. Many put it down to the lacrosse game the pending evening. Only a select few really knew that it was because today was the same day Taeyong had scheduled for your surgery.

He hadn’t known it was the same day as the game, Jungwoo uttering the words with caution the day before. Taeyong swore to himself that he thought he booked it for next week. He didn’t even know if you were going to accept it… Any time he brought it up you tended to change the subject.

How Taeyong managed to even pass the ball with steady swings amazed even himself, his hands hadn’t stopped shaking. He had nearly skipped the game in favor of being with you, but he knew he couldn’t. The game had gone smoothly, they were winning by one. In fact, Johnny had to take the penalty shot.

The whole field waited on bated breath, all eyes on Johnny as he just stood there, his expression morphed in such a way that Taeyong exchanged a look with Jaehyun.

“Seo! Take the damn shot already!” The coach didn’t even get through his ending word before Johnny’s form curled over, knees slamming into the ground.

Taeyong rushed over as his friend tore off his helmet and spat his mouthguard to the ground. He would worry about that later. Taeyong slid to his knees beside Johnny, his own helmet crashing to the ground out of his grip.

Johnny had never felt such pain. His airways were burning. The sensation in his chest felt like all the oxygen was being torn from him. The team crowded around him, blocking anyone else's view of the scene. A choked cough left his throat, a shout of agony following after. Petals. Blood. Stems. The flower was unwinding itself, pulling at the roots from within his chest and lungs.

The team managed to maneuver Johnny back to the locker rooms, it took four of them to carry him but soon the male was slumped against the tiles of the showers. Taeyong was beside him once again. “Cough it up Johnny, you’ll do more damage if you don’t.” He tugged Johnny’s arm to sit him forward, his fist thumping down in the center of his back. “Johnny, come on!”

To say Taeyong was relieved when Johnny finally started coughing again was an understatement. “You gotta carry it on, it’ll hurt but I’ve got you.” He pleaded over the sound of his friend’s cries and chokes.

Johnny doesn’t know how long he continuously coughed for. All he knew was the last one to shake through his body finally offered him release, Taeyong tugging him away from the mangled mix of plant and blood only to rip him, Johnny, from his shock-induced state by shoving him under the freezing cold shower stream - kit and all.

A big, clear breath left him.

“What the fuck, John?” Ten peaked his head around the corner, having raced in after the team to check on his best friend.

“Dude, that's your flower.” Mark grimaced, crouched down next to the offending object.

The announcement made Johnny’s spine straighten, and Taeyong hung his head. “What does it mean?” Johnny shakily stood, pressing the button to stop the stream of cold water.

It was fascinating how Johnny already felt better. He felt no pull in his chest, no weakness even after the whole ordeal. He felt new. But if he felt like this… then what had happened to you? The realization of what had happened weighed heavy on his guilt.

He turned to address the sort of traumatized, faces around him but it wasn’t him that spoke up. It was Taeyong. “It means I need to find ____.”

Taeyong had raced past his teammates and into the locker room without any further explanation. His phone cramped between his ear and shoulder as he tugged on his sweats at record speed. “C’mon, Petal. Pick up.” He swore to himself, only removing the device from his ear to throw on a t-shirt from his locker. It was a term of endearment he had taken to calling you of late, though quite often when you were too dazed to notice.

He ignored the looks of confusion from his friends. Well, from those other than Mark and Jaehyun. From the look on Johnny’s face, he was still piecing things together. Taeyong didn’t have time for that, snatching the keys for the beat-up Honda he had gotten recently and sprinting from the room.

Taeyong continued to call you on the way to your apartment. He had just hoped you’d gotten yourself to the appointment. He didn’t want to think about the possibility of losing you like this. He found himself afraid to enter your building, scared of what he may find. His head thumped against the steering wheel, eyes burning with unshed tears. You had to be okay.

His phone buzzed, body jumped when he saw your name flash on the screen. He swiped to answer, bringing it up to his ear with a relieved sigh. “____.” He listened to your breathing for a split second, registering the steady beeps in the background.

“Is he alive?” Your tone was filled with urgency but your voice was clearer than Taeyong had heard in weeks. It had a relieved laugh bubbling from his chest, salty droplets cascading down his cheeks and leaving his tear ducts with the tension in him.

“He’s fine.” He sniffled, rubbing at his face. “ Petal, you’re okay. I tho-” You interrupted him with a soothing call of his name.

“You were right.” He listened to you pause, the sounds of you sipping through a straw present in the receiver. “There are things I do have to live for.” You spoke quietly. “The first one being myself.”

He hummed in agreement, starting up the car again. “Yeah? I’ll be there soon and you can tell me all about the second, Petal.” He was rewarded with a breathy laugh. “What?”

“Petal.” You murmured, Taeyong could hear the slumber lingering back into your tone.

“Get some rest. I’ll be there soon.” He was about to pull the phone away from his ear when you quietly called his name again.

“Yes?” He hummed, clicking the hands-free and setting the phone into the holder on the dash.

“Can I tell you my second reason?”

“What’s that, Petal?” He smiled softly to himself.

“It’s you.”

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Request for Anon (Yandere Sugar Daddy NCT U) 9k, assault, verbal assault, physical assault, slut-shaming, public humiliation, bullying, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, blowjob, handjob, creampie, gang bang, breeding, pregnancy scare, forced pregnancy, non-con, kidnapping, yandere, bad ending, blatant disregard for womens reproductive rights

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

This wasn’t the first time you had answered the phone in such a manner. Screaming into the little speaker, hoping to blow out the eardrum of the annoying caller, and then hanging up. It was a very frustrating ordeal.

“Damn girl, what’s your problem?”

“It’s nothing, Mina. Just trying to get my point across.”

“Is someone bothering you?”

“Bingo.”

“Then why haven’t you blocked their number?”

“Oh I have, but obviously they still know mine. So whenever I get a call from a random number, I answer by screaming.”

“And how long have you been doing that for?”

“Uh… a little over a week now.”

“Seriously? And they still haven’t gotten the message?”

“Nope.”

“You know, what if those calls are important?”

“I don’t have any jobs or internships or anything that I’m waiting to hear back on, so it’s highly unlikely that’s the case.”

“Maybe you should change your number.”

“That would mean spending money I don’t have.”

“Really? Says the girl who has paid her tuition in full and doesn’t owe a penny in student debt. All because of some mystery job she won’t tell me about or share!”

“Well, you know me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You and Mina were close friends, having met here at Uni your freshman year and sticking together through it all. Now you were at the start of your final semester, ready for one last ride before starting a new chapter of your life. Of course the campus was jammed back as new students were moving in, and freshmen were trying to navigate this new place and find their classes. It was a really beautiful day too, and you had yet to start any of your classes, so you were in a pretty good mood. You knew you probably wouldn’t feel the same by the end of the day, but it was best to make the most of it now. That is until you were suddenly yanked back, and came face to face with someone you really didn’t want to see.

“You’re such a fucken bitch.”

Jeno’s words dripped with venom. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was also the last person you wanted to see right now.

“What the hell are you doing here!”

“Why aren’t you answering our calls?”

“Oh, I am answering. I just don’t wanna hear what you have to say!”

“That’s not solely for you to decide!”

“Yes, it is. If I want to end things, I can, and I have.”

“Without a proper explanation? You’re kidding, right?”

“Does it sound like I am?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Leave. Before I call security.”

“We are not leaving until we talk.”

“We?”

You heard it then, the terribly familiar sound of a car engine, two car engines to be specific. You looked over and saw the vehicles pulling up, two gentlemen exiting each one, and making their way over to you. In the moment you attempted to run off, but Jeno grabbed your arm and dragged you towards them.

“There she is.” Ten teased. “Where ya been hiding love?”

“Fuck off! I want nothing to do with you! Any of you!”

“Yeah, we got your text. Now explain yourself.”

“What’s there to explain? I’m breaking up with you, period.”

“See that’s the thing.” Johnny grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet. “Where did that silly idea come from?”

“My head. Or is that too hard to comprehend.”

“Easy now, princess. You’re begging for punishment if you keep acting like this.”

“I’m not playing any games here.” You pulled away from Johnny. “We’re done, now leave.”

“That’s hardly an explanation.” Jaehyun hissed. “Do the last four years mean nothing to you?”

“Are you really all that dumb? Our relationship was just an exchange of goods and services, nothing more.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ve told you all about my dreams and aspirations for the future before. When did I ever include you in them?”

Yuta scoffed. “So you really just whored yourself out to us for four years so we could pay your tuition? And now that it’s all been paid off, you’re done with us?”

“Bingo. Maybe you’re not that stupid.”

“This was all just a fucken game to you?” Jeno yelled. “Four years?! A fucken game!”

“Not like you ever made a serious move, did you now? Any of you for that matter. So don’t come bitching to me about a broken heart or broken promises. It’s not my fault you caught feelings when I wasn’t sending you any fucken signals.”

“Yeah? What about all the nights out? The dinners, the trips, the clothes and accessories?”

“Dinners, and trips, you invited me out on. I never asked to go anywhere. As for the clothes and other stuff, that’s all at your place, isn’t it? I never kept any of the fancy expensive stuff you got me, did I? Nor did I ask for anything. I owe you nothing. You got what you paid for, more than that actually, but I’m fine leaving things as they are.”

Your words had certainly stunned them into silence. And you also meant everything you said. It was certainly fun to be with them, to get a little slice of that kinda life, even if it was just for a while. You knew it wouldn’t last though, and that’s the mentality you kept, the one that kept you from falling for them. They were just rich guys wanting someone to mess around with, and now that their no-strings attached fuck buddy had left them, they were panicking. You said your peace, having to spell it all out for them. It was good to get it off your chest though, and with that you’d make you exit. Or at least that was the idea.

As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand grab your arm and yank you back with enough force to drop you to the ground. You couldn’t get back up as they surrounded you. By then your whole argument had been noticed and a crowd of students and faculty had gathered around. Having this conversation out in the open was already embarrassing, and all the attention was making it worse. Although they were about to increase that exponentially.

“Whore.” Jaehyun spat. “Any money spent on you was clearly a waste. The only way you could think about getting through uni was to spread your legs. I bet you slept around with your professors too.”

“Excuse me!”

“Do you even have any brains?” Yuta questioned. “Or are you just playing pretend so you can wear a cap and gown, and show off some piece of paper.”

“Fucken-”

You tried to get up but Jeno got his foot on your chest, pinning you down. You struggled to get him off, but he was putting all his weight on you. When your eyes met him you could see he was still pissed, and if possible, he was way more enraged now.

“You found someone else to spread your legs for, didn’t you!” Jeno yelled. “Whoring yourself out for whoever can benefit you the most!”

“Get off of me!”

“Why? Don’t you like having men on top of you?” Johnny kicked dirt at you. “Fucken slut.”

“Ya!”

“Just do what you do best.”

Yuta and Ten started yanking your legs apart, and you kicked and screamed at them. Although you stopped when Jeno put more weight on you and you struggled to breath. You were clawing at his leg, but he was relentless.

“What’s going on here!”

Two officers from campus security approached and all the boys stepped back. Jeno moved away and you took in a deep breath, sitting up and coughing a bit.

“We’re leaving.” Ten smiled. “No need for an escort.”

“Hold on now, you can’t-”

“Just let them go.” You spoke. “I’m not gonna make a big deal out of this.”

The officers didn’t do anything more, and so the boys walked off. Soon enough you heard those damn engines again, but you didn’t dare look over at them. For a moment after they were gone everything remained quiet and still, and then Mina came over to help you stand, the crowds starting to disperse.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Remember when I told you I got a sugar daddy…”

“Yeah, daddy, as in one, not five! Also, I didn’t believe you.”

“Well I wasn’t lying.”

“Clearly. And you couldn’t share any of them?”

“They’re not exactly easy to deal with.”

“Is that why you’d always ditch me? Disappear on weekends? Why we couldn’t ever really share a meal together? You were off with them.”

“Yeah…”

“You really are stupid.”

“Ya!”

“Girl, when did you ever have time for yourself? Or anyone else in your life who was actually important? Here I thought you were just so focused on studying and busy working to pay off your tuition. I wasn’t wrong on the latter, but still.”

“Are you... mad at me?”

“No, not really. Just processing out loud... you did tell me about this, somewhat, I just didn’t think you were for real.”

“I know. If you had told me the same thing I wouldn’t have believed you either.”

“But you’re really done with them now?”

“Yup. I didn’t think they’d throw such a fit though.”

“A fit? I’d call that harassment, and assault. Shouldn’t you press charges?”

“There’s no point. They’d get good lawyers, and it’d just be a waste of my time. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore, so I’ll let it go.”

“Fine, but you are getting a new number after class. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

That morning certainly killed the mood, but you went about your day trying to make the best of it. Of course your chest hurt pretty bad, but nothing some quick pain killers couldn’t deal with. Like you had promised, after all your classes, you and Mina went to change your number. Then you went about the grueling task of messaging friends and family to let them know you had a new number.

“Shall we go out for ice cream? You know, since you’re free now.”

“I could use something sweet.”

You knew there would still be issues. If they made such a big show at your campus, who knows what else would happen if you met out on the streets. With that in mind you didn’t go anywhere off campus alone, and you didn’t visit any of their favorite places or usual hangouts. You thought you had it figured out, but there was something you couldn’t avoid. Everyone else.

Word spread fast about that day. About how a girl got harassed by five guys, and all the slurs and insults that they threw her way. A few days later everyone seemed to know your name, and had an idea of the type of person you were. When you went to class all the others would purposely sit away from you, only Mina ever sat next to you. Then there were the whispers and chuckles. Every time you raised your hand to ask a question there was always some comment about you sleeping around with the professor. Regardless of who it was. It was frustrating, but you just pushed through. Although Mina certainly wanted to pick a fight with everyone.

“Just let it go.”

“How are you so okay with this?”

“I’m not, but it’ll die down eventually. As long as I don’t engage with them I won’t add fuel to the fire. So don’t pay them any attention.”

“They are slut-shaming you and saying all kinds of shit.”

“And I just have to make it through this semester. After that I can move forward and really build my life. I’m not gonna let some idiots who have nothing better to do ruin that. Besides, I’m sure they’re all just jealous I could actually get a Sugar Daddy, and five at that.”

“You’re not wrong there. Those people don’t just throw money at anyone.”

“I appreciate you ready to fight for me, but this ain’t worth it.”

Mina sighed. “Fine, but if you ever wanna start swinging, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

🖤

You were right, in part. The teasing did die down, and you could go about your life like normal, but there were still a handful of dicks who found things funny. And one ballsy little fucker who decided to go a step further. As one of your classes ended, and you were gathering your things, another of your peers accidentally spilled their drink all over you.

“Oh shit, my bad. You must be used to getting soaked though.”

That bastard and his friends snickered to themselves. You knew everyone got the joke, some chuckling too, but of course no one was gonna say anything or take your side. So you just did your best to clean your face, and then whipped around to look at your attacker. Of course it was a boy and his friends, although he got quiet now that you were staring at him dead on.

“Your mistake, right?”

“Yeah. I can be clumsy, you know.”

“Right. So then just pay up and we can call it even.”

“Huh?”

“You said it was your mistake. So pay for it.” You held out your hand. “I think a hundred dollars should cover my hair and clothes.”

“A hundred dollars? You play around with some rich boys and now you think you’re worth all that?”

“So you’re not gonna pay me?”

“Fuck that.”

“Fine then, but we are gonna call it even.”

“What?”

Without missing a beat you swung at him and clocked him right in the face. He fell back onto his friends, and you noticed a bit of blood from his nose.

“My mistake. I guess we’re even now.”

“You bitch!”

Not once in your academic career have you ever wound up in the principal’s office, this was the student dean’s office, so not the same but still. You had no problems with words, but things getting physical was crossing a line, and you weren’t going to sit still. You were still drying off as you sat in the dean’s office, listening to that jerk go off about how you were a monster and whatever. You weren’t going to apologize until he did, but that was definitely not gonna happen when his parents walked in. You couldn’t believe he actually called for help like this, and now they were demanding your expulsion. That someone violent like you shouldn’t be at such a place.

“Are you kidding? Are you even looking at me? Your son started this, and couldn’t apologize or pay up for his mistake!”

“A mistake isn’t met with physical violence!”

“He started it!”

“Please, everyone calm down.” The dean spoke. “We can resolve this without yelling.”

“I want that girl expelled.”

“That seems a little too-”

“Do you know how much we give to this school so-”

The conversation stopped short as the door opened. You couldn’t imagine who else would join this conversation. When you looked back your eyes went wide, and you stood up.

“Sit down, baby.” Johnny said. “We’ll get you cleaned up later.”

“How-”

“Who the hell are you gentlemen?!”

“Y/n’s sponsors.” Jaehyun smiled. “We heard there was a commotion involving her, and by the state she is in, I’m not very happy. What is being done to remedy this?”

“She hasn’t apologized for hitting my son!”

“Has he apologized for his actions?”

“Exactly who are you to be making such demands?”

“Ah, right. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Jung Jaehyun. These are my friends, Nakamoto Yuta, Johnny Suh, Lee-”

“I know those names…”

“Good. Then apologize before you’re buried.”

“Excu-”

“Or shall this be resolved outside this room?” Ten smiled. “I have no problem doing it that way too. I might actually prefer it.”

You didn’t care much for an apology, you got to punch the fucker in the face, but getting one was the cherry on top. You didn’t apologize either and the situation was left at that. Now that you had a moment you wanted to go clean up, and the boys wound up dragging you into a gender neutral bathroom. Johnny locked the door, and leaned against it, guaranteeing privacy. You were ready to start screaming and fighting but Yuta turned the sink on, getting the water warm and grabbing paper towels. They weren’t saying anything, and you could silently be grateful for that. You washed up your hair, using the hand dryer to dry it off as best you could. Jeno gave you his jacket afterwards since your shirt was still dirty.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?”

“We owe you an apology.” Yuta said. “For everything.”

“Go on then.”

“We’re sorry we attacked you the way we did that day.” Jeno began. “We were out of line and completely in the wrong for that.”

“Assholes. You know this is all your fault right? Everyone keeps calling me names because of you! And this was the first time someone dared to take it a step further.”

“We never meant-”

“Then what did you think was gonna happen when you screamed out that I was a whore in the middle of campus?”

“…”

“Good try, I guess.”

“You were right.” Ten admitted. “Four years is a lot of time, and yet throughout it all you never made a move to suggest you wanted anything more from us than attention and money. We never did anything to give you the impression that we wanted more from you either. I’m sure if we had, you would have said something sooner. So you were right, we had no reason to act the way we did. We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and you broke it off so suddenly. Our judgment became clouded, and we let rage overtake us when we should have been better. We can’t simply undo what we did, but we are sincerely sorry for our actions.”

“Hm… was it really that hard to take a moment and reflect?”

“Yeah…” Jaehyun added. “We’ve had such good times together, it was hard to believe you’d just leave us like that… but why was it so sudden? Why didn’t you just talk to us?”

��I… I wasn’t entirely sure how… we weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend… and it’s not like we had agreed to anything specifically when we started this whole… thing… all I could think of was a break up text… I also didn’t think you’d explode at me the way you did… I mean, I always thought you had girls lined up that you played with or whatever… I didn’t think you’d care that much…”

“Well, as you can see… we care a lot…”

“Yeah… how did you even know I was in trouble?”

“We might have… been paying someone in the administrative office to keep tabs on you for us…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Johnny commented. “We’ve practically been with you throughout your whole academic career. You’re a good student, so we never imagined you’d get into any kind of trouble, but just to be safe. It worked out for us in the end. We’ve been wanting to talk to you, to apologize, we just didn’t really know how to approach you.”

“I see.”

“Which brings us to our other point. Do you think we can do this properly?”

“Do what?”

“We understand that you don’t see us in your future, but can we at least end things on a good note? We’ve been with you for four years now… we were all kinda hoping to see you graduate you know…”

“What exactly are you suggesting here?”

“One last dinner… one last trip…” Yuta mumbled. “That kinda stuff… let us see this to the end. We can just be another part of your Uni days and nothing more.”

“Hm…”

“Can you at least give us that kinda closure?”

You weren’t really sure how you felt about all this. You had already cut them out of your life, but they were clearly still hanging on. At least they had apologized, and did help you back there in the dean’s office. Truth was the way you handled things wasn’t all that great either. You had been worried that if you just talked to them they’d find some way to convince you to stick around, but that really wasn’t your life plan. Now they understood that, so maybe things could end differently. You also didn’t want to part ways with them on a bad note.

“Just until graduation?”

“We really wanna see you with that cap and gown.” Jeno admitted. “You’ll look so gorgeous.”

“Alright, we can somewhat continue as we were, but after my graduation, we’re done. Understood?”

“Got it.”

“Can we take you out to lunch then?” Ten asked. “Since you’re done with classes for the day.”

“You know my schedule too?”

“We were trying to figure out a way to talk to you…”

“Fine, let me just go change clothes first. I’ll meet you at my usual pick up spot?”

“That works for us.”

🖤

It had been a while since you last hung out with the boys, so there was a bit of awkwardness. At least this was just lunch to ease back into things. They took you to one of their usual spots, getting a private room and ordering your favorites.

“So, you really just clocked him in the face, huh?”

“He could have paid up. I wasn’t going to let him do that without consequence.”

“Good on you.” Yuta cheered. “Although tryna get you kicked out, that’s ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe he called his parents. Such a momma’s boy.”

“Says the sugar baby.”

“I didn’t call you to come save my ass.”

“Ah, so you agree.” Johnny teased. “We did save you?”

“Well… I wasn’t entirely sure how I was gonna deal with that just yet…”

“We saved you. It’s okay to admit that.”

“You guys just wanna brag to my face.”

“Is that so wrong?” Jeno teased. “Maybe you can shut me up with a reward.”

“You think you deserve a reward?”

“Don’t I?”

“Hm… what did you have in mind?”

“I have been missing you a lot.”

“Really? You? Or is it someone else?”

“Huh?”

Jeno had been at your side, and he was leaning in close asking for his reward. Now that you were teasing him back you leaned in too. You placed a hand between his legs, slowly moving it closer to his crotch. After breaking the ice, it was kinda easy to slip back into old dynamics. Besides, maybe you had missed something about them too.

“Oh… you want a reward out of this too, huh?”

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“Easy now.” Jaehyun pulled you away from Jeno. “We’re just having lunch today, baby. Besides, are you still taking the pills?”

You sighed. “I stopped taking them when we parted ways.”

“Then we should probably get you back on them before we start playing. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“We still have some.” Ten offered. “They should work just fine, right?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. I’ll throw in a pregnancy test or two, just to be safe.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, you took a break from the pill, just a precaution.”

“Fair.”

Things weren’t exactly like before. They were more respectful of your time. Before they’d always be calling, wanting every moment of free time you had. They’d pick you up Friday night from school, keep you to themselves all weekend most of the time. You only ever got a pass during exam time, and when you had the guts to ask for a break. Usually you didn’t, not wanting to upset them and possibly lose out on your tuition money. It was exhausting, but it was all for a better life. At least that’s what you told yourself. This time around they were more like friends, checking in on you, and asking how you were doing.

They definitely wanted to see you, but on your own terms. So occasionally you’d go out for lunch, maybe dinner, but nothing too extravagant, as you knew they were gonna go all out for the last trip and dinner. At least with these little outings they always brought you back to campus unlike before where you’d spent the night with them until Sunday afternoon. Things were better this way, kinda making you wish the last four years had been like this too. Although you were actually surprised when they brought up the last trip.

“Spring break?”

“Yeah. Let’s have a blast and unwind before you give it your all for graduation.”

“Uh… well… the thing is…”

“You don’t like it?” Johnny questioned.

“I had already made plans with my friends for spring break… and I thought you’d want to go out on a trip like after my finals…”

“Ah, right. You didn’t intend for us to still be in your life by now.”

“Then how about we split it.” Yuta suggested. “First half of your break, you hang out with your friends. For the second half, we get you all to ourselves.”

“Hm… switch it.”

“Huh?”

“You get the first half, my friends get the second half.”

“How come?”

“Cause you guys can switch your plans around easily, my friends can’t.”

“Fair. So we’ll pick you up Monday morning?” Jeno asked. “Or can we come get you Friday night?”

“Oh, wanna kick things off early?”

“If you can handle it.”

“Sure. I’ll pack some things after my class.”

“Can’t wait.”

Even if you were acting cool, you were excited for this trip. They always treated you so well, spoiled you like a princess. This wasn’t gonna be any different. They had been modest so far, but now was their chance to do things like back then. They picked you up in a party bus, starting off strong with drinks, and congratulating you on your midterm exams. Of course karaoke and good food followed, and you were out celebrating until early hours of the morning. Somehow you all made it back to the penthouse sweet. You had a few more drinks before you made it to bed, half dressed with the boys piled around you.

The morning was a hangover times six, although some of them had it worse than you. Thankfully breakfast was brought up, and hangover cures, so you just had to get up and put food in your mouth. When that failed Johnny was more than happy to feed you, the one of the bunch that could really handle their liquor. You also needed to get yourself together. The party had only just begun, not to mention all the plans you had with your friends later on in the week. For now though, you just needed to make it through breakfast.

“Had a little too much?”

“I’m good…”

“Your face says otherwise.”

“What’s it telling you?”

“You wanna throw up?”

“I don’t want a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Then some ice cream to help soothe your throat.”

“Ice cream for breakfast?” Jaehyun questioned. “Isn’t that a bad idea?”

“This week is all about bad ideas.”

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You asked. “More drinks?”

“We want you sober for all the memories we are gonna make. So no more drinks, is that okay?”

“Just fine.”

“Good. We were thinking of some tourist attractions, and some trips to the museums.”

“Jellyfish!”

“Yes. The aquarium is on the list.”

“Awesome!”

Once you were all better you headed out, taking a limo into town. You had a chance to relax now that you were on break, and really take it all in. This was one of the last times you’d be around here, planning to go home after graduation. The whole day honestly made you feel like a child, indulging in everything you wanted to do or eat. To many you looked like a little sister with her brothers, or maybe just a lucky girl with her friends, but either way, you were glad you didn’t attract any negative attention. Some did recognize the boys, but that never became a problem, so you had nothing to worry about.

You got to have lunch in the aquarium, watching all the fishes swim, almost feeling like you were in the water with them. The penguins were great too, and the jellyfish, and dolphins. You totally walked out with two or three plushies. For dinner this time you returned to the hotel, having some quality food, but as said before no drinking. Jeno and Yuta still felt the need to embarrass you and make a toast to your health and success in school. They even had a dessert brought out with a candle to once again congratulate you on surviving midterms. Although once back in the suite you better understood why there was a drinking ban.

As soon as you set foot in the penthouse Johnny picked you up in his arms, taking you to the bedroom. He saw you down and laid you back, his hand caressing your cheek. You could feel one of the others getting your shoes off, and you knew where this was going. It had been a while, but you had been waiting for this. Besides all the attention and money, there was another benefit to having five sugar daddies. No one could ever take care of you the way you did. Johnny leaned down to kiss your lips, his hands reaching down to your shirt, although you stopped him.

“I don’t think you asked permission.”

“I’m not asking tonight, baby.”

“No?”

“You have any idea how bad you’ve been?”

“Me?”

“Breaking up with us.” Jeno hissed into your ear. “Hiding away and trying to leave.”

“I thought we-”

“Sh, unless you wanna cause more trouble.”

“Tonight you’re gonna give us everything we are owed.” Yuta added. “So you better take it all with a smile on your face.”

Suddenly Johnny had your hands pinned above your head as Jeno pulled up your shirt. He reached over to unhook your bra and push it up, exposing your breasts. He kneaded them for a moment and you bit your lip. His hands were cold, but he knew how you liked his touch. Then you felt hands getting you out of your skirt. The second your panties were exposed there was a hand grabbing your crotch.

“It did always hurt that you never invited us back to your dorm.” Ten commented. “Didn’t want you getting exposed to your roommate?”

“She knew… about our arrangement… sort of…”

“I didn’t say you could speak, baby.” Ten slapped your inner thigh. “Bad girl.”

You bit your lip, instinctively trying to close your legs but Ten pulled them apart. The boys stripped you out of your clothes, leaving your panties on for the time being. Jaehyun had taken to holding down your arms as Johnny started kissing down your chest, Ten’s hand squeezing your thighs. Yuta and Jeno were already shedding articles of clothing, getting you all the more excited.

“You’ve been a good girl and taking the pills we gave you, right?” Jaehyun asked, and you nodded. “Good. So we can have all kinds of fun tonight.”

For as long as you had been with them, you had always taken the pill. They didn’t always take you raw, but it was better to be safe than sorry. You were also glad they didn’t play around with that kinda thing, wanting to be safe with you even if they were gonna fill you up to the brim with their seed. Tonight was going to be no different, you figured they’d be desperate to do so. Even if they wanted to tease, they couldn’t help themselves for too long. Soon enough you were all naked, and you were getting attacked with kisses from all angles.

“Who’s first?”

“The eldest.”

They still cared to make sure you were nice and wet, Johnny stretching you out a good way before giving you everything. It had been so long for you too, abstaining from sex to focus on your studies. You also hadn’t slept with anyone else but them for four years, and weren’t entirely sure how to get laid anymore. Even if it hurt at first, your body was quick to remember this familiar stretch, and feeling. Johnny hadn’t forgotten your body though, doing everything just right, doing it just how you liked it. Not to mention the others knew what to do while waiting their turn. Playing with your tits, stealing kisses, rubbing your clit, using your hands or mouth to warm up. You were gonna wear yourself out long before them, and they really loved when you became putty in their hands.

Even with all the distractions you couldn’t ignore Johnny as he was the one pounding into you. He was always so rough and precise with his movements, hitting your sweet spot just right. Of course you had been getting yourself off in your dorm, but nothing could compare to one of them taking you over to the edge. You could tell when Johnny got close, he got sloppy and so desperate, trying to hold out to make it all last, but spilling inside you was just as rewarding. The warm feeling between your legs was already making you head spin, but you knew Johnny lost a bit of his touch if he didn’t get you off. He wanted another go, but Jaehyun was already shoving him out of the way.

His turn was spent and Jaehyun would take pride in finishing you off. He had no problem slipping into the mess that was becoming of your cunt, eager to add to the mix. Of course Johnny wanted to give you a taste too, having you use your tongue to clean him up. If you had taken him all at once you probably would have choked as Jaehyun was giving you everything. He was making it very obvious he had a lot of pent up frustrations he was taking out on you. If he made you feel this good, you wouldn’t mind him holding off more often. Although he wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction of making you cum either as Jeno started playing with your clit, pushing you over to the edge before Jaehyun was even close.

You squeezed Jaehyun tight, feeling as you were leaking out cum, your head thrown back as your mouth hung open in bliss. You vaguely heard Jaehyun scolding the other boy for taking what was his, but it wasn’t so bad if he got to fuck you while you were so sensitive. He moved with your climax, trying to keep you riding that high for as long as you could, but as you started to come down he got relentless. You couldn’t help but whimper, but that wasn’t gonna make him go any easy. In his own desperation he got close, unable to hold back before cumming inside you, making you overflow.

“Such a messy slut, taking two cocks so well.”

“Let’s make it three.”

Jeno wanted to go next, but Ten kicked him off. He stuck two fingers into your mess, swearing cum on your belly, and then sticking the digits in your mouth.

“How’s that taste?”

He swirled his fingers around before pulling them out with a pop. He could be real mean, playing with you when he wasn’t even filling you up. Your whimpers were adorable to him, especially when you got needy enough to start shaking your hips. Now you were begging, and he was happy to give you what you wanted.

“Whore.”

Hearing those words outside the bedroom certainly wasn’t fun, but in the bedroom, even if it was said with the same level of vileness, you’d happily accept it. Four years, the same five dicks, you were certainly a whore for them. Ten was certainly on the more elegant side, working you over along with him, knowing how to get you on his level so you’d both climax together. Even being a little out of practice with your body, he could still play you like an instrument. He always held your hands when he had his way with you, wanting more than just your cunt to squeeze him tight, he wanted to feel the rest of your body shake. You’ve left him with marks before, and he’d happily welcome them now.

“At a girl, still know who owns you.”

You swear you saw white when he made you cum, drool slipping down your face. It was only your second orgasm, but you knew they could get more out of you. As many as they pleased. There was a safe word in place, but in all the years you had known them, you never used it. They seemed to know your limits as well as you did. Before you could even properly come down Jeno was already kissing at your chest, sucking on your nipples as he edged himself inside. The noise that was heard as he pushed aside everyone else’s seed to get in, an all too familiar sound you did quite enjoy to hear.

“You’re already so full, baby, can you take more?”

“Yes…”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

These sheets were gonna need to be thrown out when you were all done. You were already creating such a mess, and it wasn’t much compared to other nights. At least not yet. Jeno was practically digging into you, pushing in as cum came out. They had all had their turns before, being first or last or in the middle, so they wouldn’t complain about what stage they got to you. There were five of them after all, so they had to be good about sharing. Jeno was eager to make you unwind, so he gave you plenty of attention elsewhere. Twirling around your clit with his fingers, seeing it get red and swollen, another hand on your hip, keeping you from escaping him. He did it well enough you came first, already so sensitive, and he soon followed.

You felt so fucken full you swear you were gonna burst, but you were just out of practice. Yuta peppered you with kisses, telling you how well you were doing. His fingers dipped into your sloppy cunt, having you get a taste of it. You certainly didn’t expect him to kiss you after, but they didn’t just play around with you. They had each other after all. You were already so overstimulated and lost, Yuta was kind enough to give you a little break before taking what was rightfully his. He had no problem playing around with your cunt for a while before dipping into the mess. He fit in nicely, having a pretty good idea how to keep you happy despite your state. He was ruthless, just as frustrated as Jaehyun, taking it all out on you and sparking you back to life. You really missed them.

Now either the orgasm or Yuta made you pass out, but either way, you blacked out for a while. When you came to you were lying on the floor with your legs up in the air, clearly having fallen off to the side of the bed. Although Jeno was happily sleeping on your tummy, sighing dreamily and clearly cozy. You giggled at the sight. Sometimes you really did forget they were all close to your age, and yet living such different lives. You let Jeno stay for a while before you realized this position was very uncomfortable. You poked Jeno’s face to make him open his eyes.

“Why didn’t you pick me up? Do you think this is comfortable?”

“You looked cute, almost like you were drunk.”

“But I’m not.”

“Well, maybe not drunk off alcohol.” Jeno giggled and got up. “We were all out of it.”

“Obviously.”

You got up, sitting down properly, well aware that you were leaking cum all over the floor, but that wasn’t for you to worry about now. Some of the others were lying in bed, and you crawled up to join them, pressing lazy kisses to exposed skin. This was all a little break for everyone. The night was still young, and even if you were four orgasms in, it was just one for each of them. They were greedy, and would certainly get what they wanted out of you, whether you were conscious or not. Waking up with a cock inside you wasn’t new, but certainly something you could picture for a night like this.

🖤

You didn’t actually wake up properly until the afternoon. After that you knew the next day would be nothing but a lazy day. Somehow you managed to get up and get into the shower, knowing you needed a deep clean. Although you dozed off until Yuta found you sitting in the tub. He had the energy to join you and help clean you up, which you were grateful for. You returned the favor as well, the two of you the first to eat lunch from room service, waiting around for the others. When you were well enough you stepped out of the penthouse so they could clean up, heading to a park to enjoy the weather and sun.

The rest of your little trip was like that. You had some more fun at night, but not too much. Besides, you’d be going off with your friends, and you didn’t need to be completely worn out. Overall it was a good trip, a good last trip, one you knew you’d never forget. When the time came they dropped you off back at Uni, wishing you well with your friends, asking you to let them know if you needed anything. You thanked them for the adventure, glad you could still have all that. It felt more authentic given that this was really you going out with them as friends, not getting paid for your company.

Of course at some point your friends had to ask about your little trip. Anyone who knew you now knew about your sugar daddies, so there was no point lying about it. You spilled what you were comfortable with, and just enjoyed your time with them. You couldn’t believe this was your last spring break, but you were so happy to have them with you. It was hard to fall asleep Sunday night, knowing what awaited you the next day, but you had enough good memories to get you through the door. So come Monday morning, you weren’t actually dead as you got to class, unlike most of your peers.

The professors weren’t all going to be kind, so it was back to work like before. This was the final stretch for you, focus and study hard, and you’d be graduating. A part of you couldn’t actually believe it, but you had to, you couldn’t fuck this up. So you put a lot off to the side, including the boys. You still texted them, but you couldn’t do any mini dates, and they were very understanding. Even if you were the one working your butt off, they were just as nervous and as excited as you were. Although all that focus distracted you from something that was just as important.

“Holy shit, I’m late.”

“What?”

“I was due like last week. Fuck.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?”

“That’s not foolproof.”

“Fair. Are you sure it isn’t stress though? I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a period or two cause of classes.”

“I don’t think I have before…”

“Well you are gonna graduate in a month. That is if you pass your finals.”

“Don’t fucken jynx it!”

“I’m just saying. You’ve probably never been stressed like this before. Athletes wind up not having a period for months cause of the stress they’re under.”

“I’m not a professional athlete.”

“Then go buy a pregnancy test and see if one of your sugar daddies is gonna be a father.”

“I wouldn’t fucken tell them. We’ve always been careful.”

“Then it’s just the stress. Problem solved. Also, don’t you have class soon?”

“Fuck. I do. I’ll get a pregnancy test later.”

“Cool, see you later.”

You really didn’t think you’d be pregnant. You were careful, for the last four years, and you were very sexually active. Mina had a point though, you were under a lot of stress with graduation, but you had to be sure. Thankfully instead of buying one you remember the boys had given you some when they got you the pills. After classes you returned and used one of the tests, relieved to see it came out negative. So it really was just stress, and you were quite amazed it could do that to your body. Regardless, that was one less thing to worry about.

To a degree you did feel bad you couldn’t see the boys after spring break, it had been quite a trip considering it was the last, but your academics were important. They wished you luck with finals, and you were ready for the last major exams of your life. You waited anxiously for the results, overjoyed that you had passed, and you were going to graduate. You had to celebrate, doing so with your friends. It was only once things wound down that you called the boys wanting to share the news.

“So, how did it go?”

“I passed… I’m graduating!”

“I knew you could do it.” Jeno cheered. “Our baby is so smart.”

“We’ve got to celebrate.” Johnny added. “Shall we pick you up?”

“I’ve already been partying, and I’m kinda spent. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Nah, it’s okay, you should rest. Don’t drink so much, okay.”

“I haven’t had a drink, can’t risk becoming a drunk mess before I take the stage.”

“Can we take you shopping!” Yuta asked. “Get you a nice dress for graduation?”

“I’d love that actually. Perhaps the one thing you guys can get me that I’ll keep.”

“If we don’t rip it off you.”

“True. Tomorrow then, shopping day.”

“We can’t wait.”

Shopping wasn’t something to make a big deal out of, but how could you all not be excited. You’d be walking across the stage in the outfit you bought today, it had to be perfect. Not to mention the five guys buying it might wanna destroy it later, so you had to get good pictures first.

“We were thinking, after the ceremony, we’d take you out to dinner.”

“The last dinner.”

“Of course.” Ten smiled. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah. It seems like a fitting end for us.”

“You better not cry.”

“I won’t.”

“Hm, guess we’ll see about that.”

The big day brought on a lot of nerves, you could barely sleep the night before. Although when the sun was up, you and Mina were already getting dolled up, and she loved your outfit.

“You look hot.”

“Thanks.”

“So you really can’t come with me for dinner.”

“I already promised the boys. It’s the last one. Besides, I wanna see what kind of graduation present they get me.”

“Oh, they’ll probably give you a lot of money. Maybe a house.”

“That’d be awesome.”

“You better tell me immediately.”

“I’m sure I won’t be able to keep it a secret from you, so don’t worry.”

Even if you looked stunning, it was mostly hidden by the gown. Still, you looked incredible and you couldn’t believe you had made it to the end. When you headed to the ceremony you looked around taking it all in. Even if you wanted your family there, you knew things had come up so they couldn’t attend. It’s why you were so happy to see the boys, knowing they were there for you. Although they did embarrass you a bit, Jeno and Yuta having a big congratulations sign, the others swinging around noise makers. Of course it dragged to wait for your name, but when it was your turn up on the stage you had the biggest smile, finding the boys in the crowd to show off too.

You had tears in your eyes, so happy that all your efforts hadn’t been in vain. The boys had made their way over to you, embracing you in their arms, congratulating you over and over again. They said your tears were cute, but they were very proud of you. They even had flowers and a graduation bear as a present for you. They wanted pictures too, so you did your best to get rid of the tears and fix your makeup. After celebrating with your other friends and seeing the ceremony to the end you headed off to eat. You weren’t really hungry from all the adrenaline, but it was your last meal with the guys, and a very important one at that.

“You looked so beautiful up there.” Johnny complimented. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you could be there.”

“Us too.”

“So, what did you get me?”

“After you eat.” Ten said. “So be a good girl and have your fill.”

“I’ll burn a hole in your wallet tonight. Just watch.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

There was something so peaceful about this meal, and exciting. They all asked about your plans going forward, what you wanted to do. Of course this was where you’d part ways, but you knew there was always a chance you’d run into each other again. Despite all the good things, you couldn’t help but wonder what your present was. After dessert they finally presented you with a little box. Now your heart was racing. It could be a key to a car or house, or maybe a card to a bank account they had made you. Still, you thanked them all and opened the box. Your smile faltered as you stared at the contents, dumbfounded.

“It’s… it’s a pregnancy test…”

“Surprise!”

“I… I don’t understand…”

“Well, you always talked about your future.” Jaehyun explained. “And how we weren’t a part of that. It really hurt, but you were right. So we figured we should include ourselves in your future.”

“I’m not… following…”

“You’re late, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I took a pregnancy test already. It came out negative. The stress-”

“The one I gave you was fake.” Ten said. “It’s meant to come out negative.”

“What… what are you…”

“The best way to become a part of your future is for you to have our kid.” Yuta stated. “Of course we’re probably not gonna know which of us is the biological father, unless you had like quintuplets, but we can raise it together.”

“What…”

“Of course we’ll cover all the expenses.” Johnny assured. “So you don’t have to worry about food, or a roof over your head, nothing. We’re gonna be a big happy family now.”

“You’re… you’re lying… you… I’m on the pill!”

“Those were also fake.” Jeno added. “A placebo thing, right? Like sugar.”

“You planned this!”

“How else were we gonna be part of your future?”

“Truth is we always imagined a future with you.” Ten admitted. “After about a year, we realized how great you were, how perfect you were for us. So when you suddenly broke it off, we couldn’t believe it, but you were also right. We never really let you know we wanted you, so that’s on us, but we’ve rectified that now.”

“You’re fucken lying!” You stood up. “You did not get me fucken pregnant!”

“Shall we go confirm that?”

You were furious, and you hated that they were throwing this idea out so casually. You took the pregnancy test and stormed off to the bathroom. They had rented out the whole restaurant, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else. You nervously used the test, scared to look at the results, but they were clear as day.

“Positive…”

“Congratulations!!!”

The boys had followed you to the bathroom, cheering and letting off confetti poppers. You stayed frozen in shock, trying to process this.

“It’s wrong… the test…”

“You can try again.” Jaehyun threw more pregnancy tests on the floor. “Better to use more than one anyway.”

“You… you…”

“Even if there wasn’t a baby inside you right now.” Yuta explained. “We’d have plenty of time to impregnate you now that you’ve graduated.”

“No… no you’re all fucken nuts…”

You threw the test in the trash and intended to leave, only for Johnny to grab your arm, holding you back. Jeno was all over your belly, grabbing it and making baby noises.

“Easy now, baby. Now that you’re carrying our kid, we gotta take special care of you.”

“I am not having this baby!”

“That’s not up for debate.”

“It’s my body! And you fucken-”

“You think you can just play with us for four years?!” Jaehyun grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Four years, baby doll. That’s a lot of time to fall in love with a beautiful body and the girl that inhabits it. We weren’t playing, and we’re not gonna let you either. Your future is ours.”

“Fuck you! I didn’t consent to this! I’m not-” Jaehyun’s grip got tighter. “Let go…”

“You gotta be careful baby, don’t want you hurting yourself or the kid. We have a nice place picked out where we can look after you.”

“Let go!”

“Listen closely, darling.” Ten had Jaehyun let you go, stepping before you. “If anything happens to that baby, you are going to pay dearly for it. And don’t get any silly ideas in your head, you’re still young and very fertile, we have no problem tying you up and breeding you every night if something happens. So be a good girl, and smile, you’re gonna be a mother.”

“You’re crazy!”

“And you’re very hormonal, must be the baby. We should get you home.”

“No, no! Fucken let me go!”

“I can’t wait for the pregnant waddle.” Jeno cheered. “You’re gonna get so big!”

“I wonder if it’ll be a boy or girl.” Yuta said. “Maybe there’s more than one in there!”

“That’d be so cool.”

“We’re gonna be dads!”

“I can’t wait!”

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spicyseonghwas · 10 months

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jealous ; ten lee

pairing :: ten chittaphon x male reader genres/au's :: angst, fluff, romance viewer rating :: 13+ (pt.2 WILL contain sexual content) content warnings :: light cursing, crying, kissing, light makeout session, reader calls ten "cheetah" which is a reference to part of the pronunciation of ten's legal first name word count :: 1,646 (1,482 words originally) network tag :: @preciousillusions-net

pt.1 ; pt.2

ten had never had to live without you, not even before he knew there was a heart as pure as yours out there in the world. you had been right there by his side for so long, forgiven so many of his mistakes, that the idea of you not there next to him was excruciating to think about. he couldn't bear it. the thought and sound of your name was beginning to burn a hole in his heart.

you had been in love with ten for years and years now, but you were still absolutely terrified to tell anyone, especially him. he was perfect, you had always known it. he had always treated you like a king, and you had always tried your hardest to treat him the same way in return for his efforts. but it was starting to hurt now, you were starting to feel sort of lonely. and you didn't know who else to go to, because you couldn't just CONFESS TO TEN…

so you went to johnny.

"i… i just don't know what to do, johnny," you whimpered, tightening your arms around johnny's chest and hiding your face with a tiny whimper. "it… it hurts so fucking much…"

"i know it hurts, m/n," he whispered softly back to you, "trust me. i know firsthand how bad love can bite." he tangled his fingers carefully int the baby hairs on the base of the back of your neck, rubbing soft, firm little circles into the muscles in your neck.

"what the hell am i supposed to do, johnny??" you cried into his chest, "i can't keep this from him forever, he's my bet fucking friend! he has a right to know!"

"yeah, but how exactly are you gonna go about telling him this after all the shit you've pulled him through with the rest of the relationships he's tried to commit to?"

"i-i dunno. i guess i'll just have to tell him… he's gotta know." you said quietly, burying your face in johnny's neck. "i'm scared though…"

"i'll be right here the whole time, m/n." johnny whispered into your ear, hugging you tight. "you just tell me when you're ready."

~+~

you inhaled as deeply as you could without hurting yourself, lifting a shaking hand and knocking softly on johnny's door.

"johnny?"

"i'm here." johnny's soft, husky morning voice floated through the material of the door, followed by soft footsteps coming up to the door on the other side. then the door cracked open and johnny's face peeked out.

"what's up?" he asked, peeking around the door and smiling when he saw that it was you on the other side. he opened the door a bit more to hear you better.

"i… i'm ready." you nearly whispered as you tried your best to steady your voice.

"yeah?" he replied, "you're sure?"

you nodded.

"yeah." you said softly, taking deep breaths to try to control your heartbeat a bit.

johnny smiled reassuringly, silently telling you that everything was going to be okay.

"let's go, then."

~+~

"ten?" johnny called softly, knocking on the thai boy's door for the third time. "ten, you there?"

"y-shit, yeah, i'm here." you heard from what sounded like ten's bed, "i'm coming, hang on- DAMN IT, LEO- FUCK-"

"NEVER HAVE CHILDREN, JOHNNY!" ten burst out the second he'd opened the door enough to see johnny.

"ten- ten, you don't have any children…" johnny's voice trailed off and floated away as he looked up and down ten's arms at the fresh cat scratches that adorned them.

"having cats sucks. cats count as children, johnny."

after a long moment of awkward silence and a lingering, slightly worried look between you and johnny, ten finally realized there was a reason he had guests at his room at ten at night.

"what's up, guys?" ten finally asked, "is there something i should know?"

"...yeah," johnny said after a moment of stunned silence, "we need to- m/n-" he corrected himself as he looked at you- "needs to talk to you about something. it's something that's really important to him."

"sure! what's going on, m/n?" ten asked, looking over at you as he backed up to let you into the room.

johnny waved to you, giving you a soft, reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze on your shoulder. you waited till he left before following ten into his room. you followed his gestures for you to sit on the bed next to him.

"so what's up, bestie?"

"i... ten, i'm just gonna say this bluntly to preserve my sanity..." you said, taking a deep breath.

"i love you."

"i'm aware of that, m/n."

"what..." your voice trailed off into stunned silence. "n-no-no, ten, i love you. i'm in love with you." you repeated, looking blankly at ten, who simply blinked back at you in silence.

"m/n, we are best friends, i can feel your emotions." ten stated, "i basically live in your fucking walls. i can tell when you're hungry, that's how close we are."

"...ten, that was me confessing my love for you."

"i am completely aware of that, and you seem to be having some trouble accepting this information."

"i-what-TEN, SHUT UP-" you started. but you weren't able to finish your sentence, as your aggravated yelling was cut off and your wrist- the one you now found to have made it halfway towards ten's shoulder with a balled up fist- was suddenly in a tight grip. you felt the weight of ten's whole body press into your own as he pushed you backward onto the bed. your heart raced up into your throat as you felt your back hit the covers.

"ten, what-" you started, but again never finished as you felt ten's lips connect with yours. your face heated up like the air in malaysia, and your eyes fluttered clsosed as your whole body have in to ten's surprise advances.

your face was still hot and your heart was still racing when ten finally broke the kiss, looking as always as though he had never broken a sweat in all of his 27 glorious years of life. ten smiled happily, one hand slipping into yours and the other underneath you as you felt his nose nuzzle your neck. he and you were silent for a while, just relishing in each other's presence, and the event that had just transpired.

but ten wasn't only thinking about the kiss... it was actually starting to slip from his mind.

no...

ten was thinking about johnny.

he was thinking about how much more often you had been hanging around johnny lately, and how much less you seemed to want to spend your time with him, your best friend. it was making his heart hurt, he was scared you were growing away from him.

"you're not really in love with me, are you?" he blurted, not registering that the words had even come out of his mouth until it was already far too late.

"what?" you snapped, sitting up in a panic. "what? ten, i jusst confessed my undying love for you. i just fucking kissed you! what the hell makes you think i'm not in love with you?? who the hell told you that??"

"no one, i just... you've been hanging out with me so much less nowadays, it's making me think you're growing on me a little too much. i'm starting to think you don't enjoy being around me anymore..." ten's voice trailed away, cracking a little as he turned away to shield from your eyes that one single tear that had rolled down his cheek.

"ten, i've been spending time with johnny because i'm a 127 member. we're in the middle of promotions, i have to spend time with him. i have to spend time with my group mates sometimes too! i spend half my life on a stage with them..." you said softly, scooting over and wrapping your arms carefully around ten's slim waist. "just because i'm hanging out with my friends doesn't mean i don't like spending time with you, ten, i love you. my heart aches for you every time you're not there. i. love. you, ten."

ten shook for a moment in your arms, sniffling a bit as he wiped tears from his and eventually turned to look at you.

"y-you promise?" he whispered, looking into your eyes with his own teary ones and nearly breaking your heart in the process. you smiled softly, nodding and moving your hand up to wipe the tears gently off his face.

"yes, ten, i promise." you responded quietly but also a little aggressively. "you're my cheetah, no one else gets to have you."

ten finally smiled, leaning in for another kiss. you obliged, closing the distance and letting your lips mould with his as your arms moved up and wrapped around his shoulders. you didn't remember crawling onto ten's lap, but suddenly you were there, and his hands were snaking carefully under the brim of your shirt. you tilted your head slightly to the side, letting your lips and his mesh together more ffectively, smiling and opening your mouth once when he licked your bottom lip, obviously asking for entrance.

"hmmm, such a bold boy," you hummed, tugging ever-so-lightly on ten's hair. you broke away and grinned like a devil when you felt and heard the other boy frowl quietly into your mouth. he pouted when you pulled back, crawling off his lap and pulling him with you by the hand as you moved backward onto your knees toward the head of the bed.

"c'mere, pretty boy," you growled playfully, grabbing him by the waist and latching back onto his mouth. "fuck me like you want me too..." ten grinned evilly, evidently having somehow managed to remove both your and his shirts without you noticing.

"gladly, darling," he purred, shoving you back into the pillows.

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secondsonaym · 6 months

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The Book of Leshy - 1 [Leshy 3]

(read on Ao3 here)

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It wasn’t too long of a wait before Father Edvard brought in the people he had referred to. A looming yellow skunk followed behind him, their loping pace indicative of their aged and weary body, while a few feet behind trailed a purple skunk, looking as if she had to force herself to take each step.

“Leshy, I would like you to meet Tyler and Aster.” Father Edvard explained, gesturing to each of the new arrivals in turn.

I examined them carefully, noting the scars covering Tyler’s face, and the one that crossed over Aster’s eye. Tyler also looked me over, eyes narrowing slightly before they folded their arms, not very interested.

“V-Vessel Leshy?” Aster piped up, a mix of awe and apprehension on her face. “Th-The one chosen by Lady Zuriel, the b-br-brother to the heretic--”

Tyler raised a hand, putting it in front of Aster’s face and making her fall silent. She flinched back, realizing her error, and closed her mouth, looking to Tyler to take the lead.

“A pleasure to meet the both of you.” I managed, making sure not to forget my manners.

“So you want me to spend my time teaching this kid how to fight.” Tyler grumbled, looking to Father Edvard, who nodded.

“He is of the age where some basic defense would do him some good, and you’re the best one I can think of for the task.” Father Edvard replied.

“Father,” Tyler snorted, pinching their brow. “He is a worm.”

“U-Uh, actually, a ca-caterpill--”

“He has no bones.” Tyler interrupted, snapping a sharp look at Aster. “His anatomy does not exactly scream ‘agile,’ you know.”

“Perhaps for typical combat, but are we truly followers of Chaos if we do not adapt?” Father Edvard raised an eyebrow.

Tyler let out a sigh, closing their eyes for a moment.

“I am willing to try.” I forced myself to say, puffing my chest out a bit. I didn’t want to seem weak, or scared, in front of Tyler. I wanted to show to them I was capable.

It was a good few moments before Tyler finally heaved another sigh, setting their hands on their hips.

“I’ll see what I can do, but I make no promises that you’ll be a warrior by the time all’s said and done.”

“Brilliant,” Father Edvard said, clapping his hands with a small smile. “I entrust you with Leshy’s potential, Tyler.”

“Don’t blame me if things don’t turn out how you want.” They replied. “Now, is that all?”

“For now.” Father Edvard nodded. “Thank you, Tyler.”

“In that case, come with me, squirt.” Tyler suddenly turned and began to head to the entrance. Aster followed close behind, only glancing back to make sure I was following--which I did with haste, barely managing a wave farewell to Father Edvard.

“The sooner we start your training, the better.” Tyler announced when we stepped outside into the clearing. “The question is… What kind of combat would you best suited for…”

That was…. Certainly quite the question. I couldn’t exactly punch or kick like most others, given my limbs were quite short.

“Are you ever going to metamorphize?” Aster asked, a finger to her chin. “There’s definitely options if you were to become a butterfly…”

“I… I’m not sure.” I admitted. “Lee is an adult, but she’s still a caterpillar herself, and I never knew my parents, so…”

“No sense dwelling on it, then.” Tyler scoffed. “As for what can be done right now, I think equipping you for range is probably the best bet. You don’t have to worry too much about your mobility, for one.”

“So, like bows and arrows and stuff?”

“If that’s what you want to try. But there’s a few different classes of range to experiment with, like with staves or lances…”

“Those can be pretty heavy, though…”

Tyler sighed, folding their arms. “Well, we could always try to--”

It was then we all froze, hearing an eruption of shouts. We turned in the direction of the noise, and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.

“DON’T LET HER GET AWAY THIS TIME!”

“DEATH TO THE HERETIC!”

It was Lee. For some reason, she was back--Why?? Why would she make herself known, when she knew what had happened last time?

A group of people had surrounded her, screaming insults at her as she desperately looked for an escape. I had never seen her so scared before, not even when Zuriel had attacked her…

A squirrel lunged at her, pinning her to the ground. She squirmed, but was helpless against the others who swarmed in closer to kick, punch, and claw at her. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears and my fear spiked, knowing full well the crowd had no intent on being merciful.

“H-Help me stop them!!” I choked out to Aster and Tyler before rushing to the crowd, pushing my way through the tangle of legs in order to reach Lee. I could feel a few blows on my back, but I didn’t care, I just focused on protecting my sister.

A few people faltered when they saw me, unsure what to do in my presence.

“AS ZURIEL’S VESSEL, I COMMAND YOU STAND DOWN!” I hollered at the top of my lungs, just before receiving a hesitant punch from somebody. At my command, they backed off, as did the rest of the crowd, confused.

“Leshy?” Lee managed, looking up from her hunched position. “What are you--”

“I should be asking you that!” I hissed under my breath. “Why did you come back so soon??”

“Well, I--”

“Why are you protecting the heretic, Leshy?” Somebody in the crowd asked, followed by a murmur of agreements. “She seeks to stifle Lady Zuriel’s Chaos!”

I turned back to the crowd, trying my best to still my shaking body. I could see over the shoulders of a few participants that Tyler and Aster had done nothing to help, merely staring at the scenario with disinterest. So much for their assistance!

“I…” I managed, keeping my voice as level as I could. “I am working on reforming her. Teaching her the true wonders of Chaos.”

“You’re what?” Lee hissed.

“Go with it! Unless you want to die!” I returned, before raising my voice to the crowd again. “So please… Keep your distance, and leave it to me…”

Silence echoed after I closed my mouth, everyone else looking carefully between me and Lee. I was certain some of them didn’t buy it--But it’s not like they were in any position to go against me, being Zuriel’s right hand.

Then, finally, the group began to disperse, most heading in the direction of the temple to pray. The rest hovered for a moment, still looking at me with unsure expressions. They only went to tend to their own business when Tyler and Aster approached, surprised looks of recognition crossing a few of their faces.

“You’re lucky they didn’t call your bluff.” Tyler scoffed.

“Yeah, well, you weren’t exactly very helpful.” I spat back, turning to help Lee stand up.

“Wanted to see if you actually had a spine in there, that’s all.”

“Tyler. Aster.” Lee said curtly. “Long time no see.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised that Lee actually knew the pair, but none of them elaborated. Perhaps it was best to not get into that at the moment, anyway.

Instead, I repeated my earlier question, “Why are you back so soon, Lee? You said you were going to be a few hours.”

“I was…” She started, giving a wary glance to the other two, before lowering her voice to a frustrated mumble. “I was looking for Haro.”

Tyler’s mouth twitched, like they wanted to say something, but they remained still. Even Aster, who kept quiet to begin with, started fidgeting with her fingers upon hearing the name.

“After they left last night, I just couldn’t get over all the stuff they said, so I wanted to find them, or at least Decarabia. No such luck, of course. Seems they only show up if they want to be found.”

“Well, if you’re done looking, you’re just in time to see Leshy start some of his training.” Tyler finally managed through a tight jaw. “We were actually discussing what weapons might be best for him, before we overheard the commotion.”

“Weapons?” Lee’s antennae sprang up straight, showing the true level of her shock. “Leshy’s--Why would he--He’s too YOUNG to--Why??”

“I want to.” I interrupted her stammering, trying to sound assertive. “I don’t want to be helpless, Lee! You’ve had to protect me for so long, and you can’t keep it up forever! I need to learn some independence! I.. I need to be brave.”

“This isn’t because of what Lady Zuriel said you to, is it?” Lee pressed, voice softening. “Because you don’t need to be brave, Leshy--I mean, you don’t need to put yourself in danger to prove you’re brave.”

“Lee, face it!” I snapped. “You literally just got attacked, and what if I’m not there next time? I don’t want people to look at you and go, ‘oh, there’s the heretic, we should kill her,’ I want people to know you’re my sister, and that they should think twice before hurting you again! I can’t do that if I’m still a weak little bug!”

Lee just stared at me, still worn down from the attack, and not really having much energy to argue with me. I could see a tired pain in her eyes, a thousand retorts being drummed up and waiting to jump from her mouth, but… After another glance to Tyler, she just sighed.

“I guess it has to be sooner rather than later, at this rate.” She said quietly. “Because frankly, even if you do become strong, it’s not like I’ll be around to help you for very long.”

I blinked, and almost asked her what she meant by that, but Tyler suddenly clapped my back, making me stumble forward a bit.

“Well, with all that out of the way, how’s about we get to what we were planning to do in the first place?” They said, forcing a smile.

With not much else to say in protest, I gave a nod, glancing back to Lee, who was now waiting for Tyler to lead the way.

“C’mon, then.” Tyler prompted, beginning to walk once more. “I know a spot where we can try out some different things and figure out what’s best for you.”

#usurper au #ch5 #leshy #lee #aster #tyler #edvard #iT'S BEEN TEN THOUSAND YEARS #I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG JUST TO BE SO DAMN SHORT #but hopefully with the first part written. continuing the momentum won't be terrible

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phoxphenex · 1 year

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𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗩 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗗 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

#wayv #nct social media au #scenarios #nct #only by lee hi on repeat #nct as boyfriends #wayv kun #wayv ten #wayv winwin #wayv xiaojun #wayv hendery #wayv yangyang #heart emoji

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soupydumplingss · 10 months

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Sweet Venom.

Warnings: Female!Reader x Any NCT member (according to your imagination), angst!au, non-idol!au, reader is an alcoholic, unhealthy marriage, the male is cheating on her, the member is mentally unstable asf, reader is mentally unstable af in a way too, profanities (not much tho ig?...), reader cries in the end.

Note: Italics in "double inverted commas": ongoing conversation

Italics: reader is thinking

Normal letters: narration

The reader first starts the conversation and the member and reader speak simultaneously.

Prompt: "I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Walking down the streets of Berlin, it's approximately 8:30 p.m. The bustling streets of the city are still full of life. A heavy backpack slung on one side of your shoulder, the first two buttons of your shirt unbuttoned with your tie hanging loose. Stumbling in your path, drunk, you just want to go home. As you fumble for the keys to your door, you suddenly drop something from your bag. A keychain. Specifically a keychain with initials on it. You kick it away somewhere.

After unlocking the door, you enter your house and lock the door. You kick your shoes somewhere and head to your room. Upon entering your room, a strange hit of nostalgia hits. A cabinet full of trophies, a heavy bunch of medals and certificates adorning the wall. Oh, what a kid I was, you thought. Now look at you, a working machine that runs 24/7 with little to no rest. You look at old pictures of yourself on the cabinet, smiling with your teeth on display. At least it's not fake.

Your younger self would've been proudly looking at you as the rich and successful woman she envisioned you as. But the current you isn't proud at all. Sitting in front of your computer on the topmost floor of your company, always working with a bunch of papers blocking your face, a failed marriage, all the youth evaporated from your face. You've forgotten about yourself, forgotten what happiness is, forgotten priorities. Did you forget your dear husband can still come into the house and see you in your heavily drunken state? Aren't you ashamed of picking another bottle of Hennessy from the cupboard in your kitchen and drinking straight from it?

"Why are you in my house again? To take the remaining of your stuff? If yes, then please be fast and get out."

"Just sign the papers and be out of my sight."

"So much for the man who himself was sleeping with another woman. And for the record, this is my house."

"You never gave time to us. She was there when I needed someone to stay by me, not you."

"So that's a good reason to break the vows you made in church? Remember who works harder."

"And that "who" forgets us. You've changed a lot. I love you very much, but she was just there."

"I think this proves that you were always unfaithful and ungrateful."

"You're moving from the fucking point."

"People who cannot express themselves properly stick to the usage of such crude words." You gulp the alcohol from the bottle.

"Still the woman who spits sweet venom even after being drunk. When will you stop this habit of returning home drunk?"

"It's my money. I can spend it as I want to."

"Baby, I left her. I want us to work out as we used to. I'll move back my stuff in."

Lies. That little stain of lipstick on your collar, a few long strands of the brunette's hair, her favorite perfume lingering on you, your puffy lips with a hint of pink on them, your hair ruffled. How much more lies will you feed me? You reek the smell of sex.

I don't think this will work out. I don't think we will work out."

Tears drop from the eyes of the man in front of you. He falls to his knees and hugs your legs while sobbing hard. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. I love you very much, honey."

You feel disgusted. Same old empty words, all lies. What's the point of this man using his words when it's all fake? I can literally see her in your car outside.

"I'll sign the papers just as you said. Be out of my sight."

You pulled your legs from his grip. As you take the pen from your pocket, you sign the papers and throw them on his face.

"As I said, be out of my range of sight with the remaining of your stuff."

You took off the beautiful diamond ring adorning your hand and threw it on his face. Drinking does help with unsolicited feelings.

He picked up his stuff and the ring while exiting the house. Finally.

A feeling of odd peace hits you. You feel empty. Were we ever meant for each other? Was it worth it? At least we both spared each others' remaining happiness, you thought. You went inside your room. Opening the door of your large bathroom, you fill the bathtub and hop in with your clothes on and the bottle of alcohol in your hand. You let the tap run. You're wet head to toe now. You think about the fight earlier. ""Still the woman who spits sweet venom after being drunk?" You were my sweet venom, the one who seemed as sweet as sugar but turned out to be a serpent." A fresh stream of tears leave your eyes, dripping down your face as you keep chugging the alcohol down your throat.

"I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Author: help pls im a new writer 😭 i literally wrote this in 2 hours. forgive me if there is any error in the spellings. this story does seem very unclear without any context but somehow, it feels so right like this. I appreciate any support.

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shipping-all-ships · 20 days

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I was going to make Azula in my Fire Lord Lu Ten AU able to talk to women but seeing how she interacted with whatshisname, I think it's funnier if Lu Ten, the only one of the family not interested in women, is the only one who can actually talk to them.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #fire lord lu ten au #it's funny that both zuko and azula are social inept and also really sad #neither of them can flirt with women and then there goes lu ten pulling women left and right while not being remotely interested #at least azula has the advantage that ty lee kind of likes that about her

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tensmutdepot · 1 year

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Dedication (part 3)

Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader

Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, eventual and abundant smut (it'll be worth it, just stay with me)

Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; artistic liberty has been taken; some suspension of disbelief required; Ten drives; Ten has a secret island; Y/N has a tragic backstory because I don’t know how to write things that aren’t at least a little sad; cheesy metaphors; they’re in LOVE your honor

TW // mentions of suicide (if you want to skip over it, skip over the section of red text, and don’t worry, the story should still make sense to you)

Summary: Ten never misses an opportunity to see Y/N. And the more time he spends, the more he learns. The more he learns, the more he wants to learn. What will he do when he learns about Y/N's greatest trauma?

Word Count: 6.2k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

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Ten became a somewhat permanent fixture in your life after that night.

He had texted you the following morning, the steady buzzing of your phone pulling you from sleep.

[Unknown number]: Hey you :)

[Unknown number]: Karina gave me your number

[Unknown number]: Do you have plans today?

[Unknown number]: Aside from school work

[Unknown number]: Cuz I wanna come over and bother you some more

[Unknown number]: If you’ll have me

[Unknown number]: But like no pressure

You smiled to yourself as you read the messages, the smile turning devious as you formulated your reply.

Me: Who is this?

You fought a laugh as you watched the three dots appear and disappear several times before he finally answered.

Ten: Mean

Ten: Very mean

You couldn’t fight the laugh then, sitting up in your bed, your mind now fully awake.

Me: I’m gonna be home all day today

Me: You can come over whenever

Me: But like no pressure :)

Ten: You’re so annoying

Ten: See you soon

He started coming over regularly, at least three or four times a week. He told you there was a lull in his current activities as an idol, something about his subunit being on somewhat of a hiatus, so he had more free time than usual. Sometimes he would text you beforehand, but other times he would just show up unannounced. Some days he’d drive himself, other days he’d get dropped off and picked up, but he was there as often as he could be.

The two of you would watch movies and binge TV shows and play board games. You’d eat dinner together and talk about the time you spent without each other, though those instances grew fewer and farther between.

You were about to graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing. Your focus was poetry, and you wanted to have your first chapbook completed and ready to be published as soon as possible, so you would sit in comfortable silence with Ten and work on writing while he played around with Procreate on his iPad.

You would play music for each other, and every once in a while, Ten would sing along or even show you choreography he’d come up with for a song he particularly liked. Those days were the hardest, convincing yourself you could be satisfied with appreciating him from afar and never experiencing his passion firsthand.

Ten never pushed you for more, though, seemingly content with the way things were between you. And he was. He was content just to hear you laugh, see you smile. He was content just to be near you. But there were moments. Moments where he’d catch you staring just a little too long, where your eyes would shine with something that made his blood flare with heat, the promise of what you might do if you weren’t so scared of the consequences. That promise made him patient.

A couple of months into your friendship with Ten, you were done with finals. The day you received your diploma, yours and Karina’s parents having taken you out for food after the ceremony to celebrate and now headed back to their own homes, you and your best friend gasped as you discovered a gorgeous and elaborate flower bouquet waiting for you outside your front door.

You picked it up and carried it inside as Karina unlocked and opened the door for you. Setting the ornate ceramic vase on your kitchen counter, you examined the fragrant cluster of blooms. There were yellow pansies, apple blossoms, honeysuckle, red tulips, and daisies. Amongst them, you found a note:

Y/N, Karina,

Congratulations!

We know you’re going to take this world by storm and can’t wait to support you every step of the way.

Sincerely, Ten & Yuno

P.S.

Y/N, flip the card over.

So you did.

Y/N,

Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt that the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I am proud of you

Yours truly, Ten

You melted a little, your heart swelling in your chest at the sweet gesture. He’d referenced one of your favorite lines from Hamlet. It was disgustingly romantic of him, and you were seriously glad he hadn’t delivered the flowers in person because, at that moment, you don’t know what you might have been capable of.

Karina was still in awe of the flowers, so you caught her attention and showed her the front side of the note. She smiled and leaned against you, taking your hand. “I’m sorry Ten couldn’t be there today. I know you were missing him.”

You shrugged noncommittally, an attempt at acting casual, embarrassed of how important Ten already was to you in spite of the short time that you’d known him. Karina wasn’t fooled, but she let it go, conscious of your sensitivity on the matter. “I’m sorry Jaehyun couldn’t be there either. It would’ve been cool if the guy you graduated elementary school with could’ve been there to see you graduate from university.”

“Yeah, I’m just happy we’ve reconnected at all honestly.”

“I’m sure he’s happy about that, too,” you asserted. “I’m actually surprised Jaehyun doesn’t come over more often, Kay. But maybe his schedule’s just a lot busier than Ten’s.”

Karina looked at you like she couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of your mouth. “Y/N, Jaehyun is a really busy guy, but that’s not why he doesn’t come see me regularly. He doesn’t come see me regularly because he’s not allowed to.”

“What? What do you mean?” Your brow was creased with confusion.

She sighed, frustrated that she was the one having to explain this to you. “If they’re caught coming and going from the same place too often, they can get in serious trouble. Jaehyun and the others had to lie to their managers to even come to the party we threw. They’re not supposed to be here because, if the media somehow found out, it’d probably turn into a huge scandal and cause problems for the group. You know, male idols in their 20’s spending a bunch of time at the home of two female college students? Sadly, that’d cause quite a stir.”

Your stomach dropped. If that were true, then it meant Ten was at risk every time he was with you. You were furious that he hadn’t been transparent with you about this. The next time you saw him, you would need to confront him about it.

You and Karina moved on from the topic and spent the rest of that night celebrating, popping open a bottle of champagne you’d saved for the occasion and drinking to all the hard work you’d put in over the past few years.

The next day, Ten showed up to celebrate with you in his own way. You were sitting on your bed in your room, leaned up against your headboard, watching Netflix together and sharing snacks, when you decided to broach the subject.

“Ten, are you… allowed to be here right now?” you asked.

He froze like he’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. His reaction told you that your ignorance on the matter had been a concerted effort on his part, that he’d hoped this conversation would never have to happen. But now it was. “Not necessarily,” he answered quietly, not quite meeting your eyes.

You held in your anger, genuinely wanting to understand what he was thinking. “Then why are you?”

This answer came much more quickly. “I like spending time with you.”

You gaped at him, your frustration boiling to the surface. “Are you kidding? Ten, if your managers found out you were spending all this time with me, you could face real consequences.”

“Okay, I really like spending time with you,” he shot back with mirth.

“This isn’t funny, Ten.”

“No, no, I know it’s not—”

“Do you know how terrible I would feel? If something bad happened to you because of me? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” You were breathing too quickly, anxiety building, and it destroyed Ten. This was exactly what he’d wanted to avoid. He reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey, listen to me. If I got caught and something happened, that would be my fault, okay? I’m a grown man. I make my own choices, and you are not responsible for them. I know what I’m risking by being here.”

But that wasn’t good enough for you. “And what about the others? Your members? They have a stake in this, too, Ten.”

He huffed, a little disappointed that you thought he hadn’t considered that. “I’m aware of that, Y/N. I’m not doing this behind their backs. They all know about it. We’ve talked about it, and they trust me. They understand why it’s so important to me.”

“Well, I don’t understand, Ten!”

“You don’t have to!” he fumed.

This was the first time you and Ten had truly argued, had even slightly raised your voices at each other. The silence that followed was agonizing as you stared into each other’s eyes, chests heaving. You weren’t certain how long the two of you sat there like that, but eventually, Ten closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exhausted.

“Look, Y/N, you can kick me out of here if you want. This is your home, and I can’t force you to let me stay.” He lifted his head and gazed at you again, desperation gleaming in his eyes. “But if you make me leave, then it needs to be because you want me to, not because you’re worried about something that isn’t your responsibility. You’ve always treated me like a normal person. Please, don’t stop now. Just let me be an adult who’s allowed to have his own priorities and make his own decisions about how he spends his time.”

You let his words sink in. All of them. Was he right? Did it matter if you couldn’t understand why he was willing to risk his career just to spend time with you? Maybe you didn’t need to. Maybe some things didn’t have to make sense. Maybe all that really mattered was that being with Ten felt good. Maybe it wasn’t your job to decide what was best for him. “Fine,” you breathed.

He whipped his head toward you in shock. “Wait, really? You’ll let me stay?”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Yes, Ten, you can stay.”

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The next couple of weeks following your confrontation with Ten were perfect. You were the happiest you’d been in a remarkably long time. But it didn’t keep the rest of your life from catching up with you.

Ten hadn’t heard from you all day. He wasn’t worried, per se, but it was out of the ordinary for him to go this long without hearing from you. His gut told him he needed to check in on you. But rather than blowing up your phone in hopes you might eventually respond, he decided to pay you a visit.

He knocked on your door and waited for you to open it, but he was greeted by Karina instead.

“Hey, Ten.”

When he saw the look in Karina’s eyes, his face fell. Something was wrong. “What’s going on, Kay?”

She worried her lip between her teeth, obviously considering whether or not she wanted to tell him. After a moment, she sighed wearily and said, “Today’s not a good day. I know you’re here for Y/N, but she’s… dealing with something.”

As if on cue, Ten heard the faint sound of you crying coming from upstairs. His chest tightened with anxiety, and he felt himself start to panic. “Please, let me see her.”

“Ten, you really don’t understand, she—”

“If she doesn’t want me here, she can send me away,” he implored. “I just want to help.”

Karina scrubbed her hand over her face, exhausted. Then she opened the door so that he could come inside. “Try to give her the time and space to come to you, okay? If anyone can make her feel better, I’m sure it’s you, but she’s hurting right now.”

He nodded in understanding and started up the stairs, moving quickly but quietly. The sounds of you sobbing grew louder the closer he got, and it gutted him. When he got to your bedroom door, he carefully pushed it open, just enough for him to slip through. You were lying on your bed, curled into a ball, clutching and crying into your pillow.

Ten’s heart stopped. You were wearing his sweatshirt again.

His voice trembled as he softly said your name, doing his best not to startle you. You jumped, sitting up straight and hugging your pillow to your chest, as if it would protect you from whoever or whatever had entered your room uninvited.

When you realized who it was, though, you weren’t sure what to feel. Part of you was filled with dread because you never wanted him to see you like this. But another part of you, a much larger part, was relieved. Relieved because, for some insane reason, he was the one person you wanted to see.

He gave you a small smile and cautiously walked toward your bedside, like he was afraid you might run off if he made any sudden movements. “Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was fresh air, cool water on a hot day. It soothed you.

“What are y-you doing h-here?” You hiccuped every few seconds, your lungs recovering from hyperventilation.

It was hard for Ten to see you like this. Tears streaked your cheeks, your eyes were puffy and swollen, you couldn’t stop sniffling, your bottom lip and chin were still wobbling, and your hands were shaking. He hated that he knew you were in pain and had no idea how to fix it. He would spare you any pain if he were able. “I was just coming by to see you like usual, and Karina tried to turn me away. But… but I heard you crying, and I couldn’t leave without checking on you, so I convinced her to let me in. You don’t have to explain anything to me or talk to me at all if you don’t want to, and if you tell me to leave, I will. But I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

His heart was the most beautiful you’d ever known. He was a fountain of kindness and compassion. He somehow managed to consider your pain and acknowledge your independence all at once. He offered you comfort, and whether or not you accepted it was entirely up to you. He didn’t put any pressure on you, didn’t expect anything from you. He just wanted you to know that he was there if you needed him. You were too drained to overthink it, too broken down to lie to him or yourself. So you looked him in the eye and said, “I d-don’t want you to leave.”

“Then I won’t,” he vowed, and it felt more significant than either of you were ready to acknowledge.

You sat there in quiet as your breathing calmed. After some time, you started to feel uncomfortable, unsure how to proceed. You didn’t want to start crying again, but despair was already creeping back in, saturating your heart and clouding your mind.

Ten sat down next to you, sensing your distress, and took one of your hands in both of his. “Can I take you somewhere?” he asked, kneading the muscles in your palm, relaxing you.

“Take me somewhere? Do you see me right now?”

He rolled his eyes and dropped your hand. Immediately, you missed his touch. “You look beautiful. You always look beautiful. But it doesn’t matter anyway because where I’m taking you is a secret place that only I know about. It’ll just be you and I. No one else.”

Your heart leapt at the prospect. You definitely didn’t have the energy to deal with people right now, but you thought you could handle some time out with Ten. Maybe the distraction would do you some good, get your mind off things. Standing up, you stretched your arms out above you and popped your knuckles. Then you bent over and gathered your hair on top of your head, wrapping it up with the hair tie on your wrist. “Okay,” you told him, popping back up. “Let’s go.”

He actually giggled at you, tickled by your inelegance. Only you could make gracelessness so charming. He stood up to lead you out, but before he did, he walked up to you and brought his hands to your face, swiping his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away any leftover tears. It was unbearably tender.

You dropped your gaze to the floor. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he replied. “Now, come on.”

The two of you walked down the stairs together, and when you reached the bottom, Karina came around the banister to meet you. “Where are you going?”

You turned to her. “Ten said there’s somewhere he wants to take me, so I’m entertaining him.”

Karina smiled at you, but her brow was creased with concern. “Are you sure, bug? You don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it.” The use of your childhood nickname made your heart clench.

Ten wasn’t offended by Karina’s apprehension. He appreciated that she loved you enough to stand up for you, that she wasn’t afraid of challenging other people if it meant caring for you. He would do the same in her place. If you’d suddenly admitted to her that you didn’t want to go with him, he would’ve been fine with that. But you didn’t. You just smiled at your best friend and said, “I’m sure, ducky. I’ll text you when we get there and let you know when I’m on my way home, okay?”

“Okay.” She wrapped you in a hug and kissed your cheek. “I love you.”

You almost lost it then, the thread holding you together worn so thin.

Ten noticed. He could see it in the set of your shoulders, the tension in your jaw. He could tell that you weren’t being open about your emotional or mental state, not with him or with Karina. And he knew it was because you wanted to spare their feelings. You didn’t want to burden them. He wanted you to understand that he was happy to share your burdens, to shoulder the weight when you weren’t strong enough.

You held Karina tight and returned her kiss. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

Parting, you made your way to the door with Ten, but before you closed the door she called out to him, “Take care of her!”

He leaned back inside. “Always.” And then he took your hand and walked you to his car.

Neither of you spoke as Ten drove. You just stared out the window, watching the scenery, sometimes seeing a flock of birds and wishing you could fly away with them, become something new. He could feel the despondence radiating off of you in waves. He held the steering wheel a little tighter.

“We’re here.” Pulling off onto a patch of gravel, he parked. He got out of the car and opened the door for you. You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the car, but you didn’t recognize this place, wherever it was. You could see the river, though, feel its breeze kissing the skin of your neck, refreshing on this summer day.

Ten started walking toward a path that led off the road and into the woods. The path was faint, hard to find if you didn’t know where to look. Luckily, he did. You followed after him, neither one of you saying a word, until you reached a clearing that led to a small dock on the riverside.

There was a motorboat tied to the dock, and Ten walked straight to it. He reached for the two life vests inside and wordlessly slipped one over your head, fastening the sides and tightening the straps to fit you properly. After putting his own life vest on, he stepped onto the boat, then offered his hand to help you do the same.

You sat and observed as he yanked on the pull cord of the motor, trying your best not to notice the way his arm and shoulder muscles flexed under the fabric of his shirt. You failed. The motor whirred to life, and Ten gripped the handle, steering it out onto the river and in the direction of whatever destination he had in mind for you.

Next thing you knew, you were coming up on what was probably the smallest island you’d ever seen, only a short ways off the river’s edge. You gasped in delight. Ten smiled at the sweet sound.

After docking the boat, Ten helped you onto land. You both took off your life vests and tossed them back into the boat. He walked backwards, his arms stretched wide. “Welcome to Isle Ten,” he said brightly. You could see how excited he was to share this with you. It warmed your heart.

The islet was maybe a few hundred square feet, soft sand surrounding a large patch of grass in the center of it all. “What is this place?” you asked, the awe apparent in your voice.

“It used to belong to one of my neighbors, an older man, who used to bring his wife here when they were younger. After she passed away, he decided he didn’t want it anymore. I happened to visit him a few days after his wife’s passing, just to see how he was doing, see if he needed anything. He sat me down and started telling me stories about his wife. He told me all about this place, about the trips he used to take with her. I made a comment about how amazing it sounded, and he said, ‘If you think so, why don’t you just take it off my hands?’ It took some convincing on his part, but eventually, I agreed, and he signed the deed over to me. I rent the dock and come here whenever I want to be alone.”

“Wow.” You walked to the patch of grass and looked around, taking in the view of the river surrounding you, the huge, open sky above you. You took in the quiet, nothing but the sounds of the flowing water and the wind passing through the blades of grass. “I love it,” you whispered, more to yourself than anything, but Ten heard you.

“Well, now it’s yours, too,” he said.

Before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the middle of the grass. He laid down on his back and patted the ground next to him. You huffed and laid down at his side. The two of you sat there in silence for a short while, until you grew antsy and couldn’t take it anymore. “So, is this what you usually do when you come here? Just lay around?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes. But other times I’ll bring my sketch pad and draw, or I’ll bring my guitar and my notepad, try to write some music. It’s just easier to clear my mind here. I can pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist and just be.”

You sighed wistfully. “That sounds nice.”

“I was thinking you could come here when you need some solitude to work on your chapbook.”

It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given you, and you had no idea how to thank him, to tell him just how much it meant to you. At the very least, you could tell him the truth about why this day is so hard for you. Sitting up and balancing your forearms on your knees, you cleared your throat.

Ten didn’t move from his spot, but you knew he was listening, knew that you had his attention.

“I had a brother,” you began. He took note of the past tense in your statement and prepared himself for how this story may end. “He was a few years younger than me, almost exactly. Our birthdays were only a couple of days apart. We even used to have combined birthday parties growing up. Most siblings would probably hate that, would hate having to share their special day with someone else, but he and I loved it. We loved it because we loved each other, you know? We were best friends.

“But as we grew older and made new friends, we also grew apart, started to develop very different interests. I met Karina, and we were nearly attached at the hip. When my brother started high school, I was a senior. I should’ve looked out for him. It was my responsibility as his sister, but I only cared about myself, only cared about having the best senior year ever and spending as much time as possible with my friends before we all graduated.

“He fell in with the wrong crowd, got into drinking and drugs. But he was only trying to numb his pain. He had always struggled with depression. There would be days where he just couldn’t get out of bed, other days where he would fly off the handle for what seemed like no reason. The signs were there. I just didn’t pay enough attention.

“He got lost in himself. Between the substance abuse and the mental illness, his mind became a dark, dangerous place. When I did happen to see him at home or at school, I didn’t even recognize him. And still I did nothing. He was suffering, anyone could see that if they really looked at him, but no one did. Not even me. The person who knew him best. The person who was supposed to take care of him.

“I was at a party, a couple months after the school year ended, celebrating graduation, proud that I’d been accepted into the university I wanted, happy to be done with high school. My phone rang, and I almost didn’t answer it. But my parents were out of town, and my brother had the house to himself, so when I saw his number pop up, I wanted to make sure he hadn’t burned the house down or something. I didn’t expect…”

Your hands started to shake as you ran them over the back of your neck. You took deep breaths to keep yourself from crying. It had been years since you told anyone about this. It was so hard to say it out loud. But you needed to.

“I’ll never forget the way his voice sounded when I picked up the phone. He didn’t say hello, didn’t say my name. He just asked me, ‘Am I supposed to be here?’ He sounded wasted, high, but more than anything, he sounded tired. So tired. I didn’t know what his question meant, I assumed he was having a bad trip and had forgotten where he was, something like that, but…

“I told him I didn’t understand, so he went on. He said, ‘Here, you know, alive. Am I supposed to be alive? It feels like I’m not. I’m not any good at it, being alive.’ I can still hear him so clearly, remember it so vividly. I immediately started to panic and told my friends at the party to call the police and send them to my house.

“I tried to just keep him on the line, keep him talking. I talked about anything, everything. I asked him to tell me about the video game he’d started playing recently. I asked him if he could remember the lyrics to his favorite song. But it was like he couldn’t even hear me. He knew he was talking to me, though, because he kept apologizing.

“He kept telling me he was sorry for always being in the way, always causing problems. I tried to tell him that I… that even when I was upset with him or something he did, I still loved him. I said it over and over, how much I loved him. And he told me he believed me. But he said that he knew he wasn’t easy to love, that if he wasn’t around, no one would have to worry about loving him anymore, and everyone would be better off, happier.”

Your head fell against your arms as you started to sob, but you kept going.

“One of my friends told me the police were on their way. I told my brother that people were coming to help him. I shouldn’t have. I was so stupid. He started to freak out. I could hear him moving around our house, and I begged him to just sit down and talk to me. I said everything would be fine if he just waited a bit longer, but he told me he couldn’t wait anymore, he was sick of waiting. He said he’d been waiting to feel happy for so long that he didn’t know what happy even was anymore.

“He was fifteen. How could he think something like that? How could I have been so blind to what he was going through? I didn’t know what to say to him. I promised I would help him learn to be happy again. I told him we would figure it out together. And for a moment, I thought I’d gotten through to him because he started to agree with me. He kept saying, ‘Yeah, that sounds good.’ But then I heard him rummaging around inside something. And I heard the sound of something heavy and metal hitting the floor. And I heard the sound of a box being opened, its contents clattering on the floor.

“And I knew. I knew that I was going to lose him. He put me on speaker while he loaded the shells into our dad’s shotgun. By this point, I was on the ground, sobbing into the phone while my friends watched on helplessly. I said I loved him so many times. I asked him not to leave me. It was all wrong, I did everything wrong. I did everything you’re not supposed to do in that situation.

“I wailed and wailed until I heard him call out to me. I kept myself quiet as best I could so that I could hear him. It was silent for a bit, just him breathing. And I never realized until that moment just how much I’d taken that for granted, you know? Him breathing. But then he said, ‘It’ll be okay.’ And the gun went off.

“Everything’s… sort of a blur after that. I didn’t leave my room for weeks. I wouldn’t talk to anyone. Not my mom, not my dad, not even Karina. I didn’t want to go on with my life because that meant accepting that he was gone. Then one day, my mom came into my room with a box. She told me she'd found it in my brother’s room. It was labeled, ‘Important Stuff.’ She said I should take a look inside and walked out.

“At first, I wanted to chuck it against the wall. But something stopped me. I ignored it for a while, just letting it sit there at the foot of my bed, but eventually I sat up and pulled it into my lap. And when I opened it, everything inside was just… him and I. The shitty friendship bracelets we made when I was eight. Mixed CD’s we’d put together and decorated with sharpies when I was in junior high. A bunch of stuff like that.

“I figured it was an old box, something he’d thrown this stuff in and shoved inside his closet, never to be thought of again. But then I noticed there was something recent in the box. It was the graded copy of a short story I’d written in my English class that year. It was written from the perspective of a caterpillar as it turned into a butterfly, but as the story goes on, you slowly realize that the caterpillar is actually a human growing into an adult. My teacher had asked us to write something about the inevitability of change.

“It was the cheesiest thing, but my brother was so proud of it. So proud of me. When I brought it home, a big red 100% written on the top of the first page, he asked me if he could keep it. I said yes, not thinking anything of it, and he absolutely beamed at me. It was one of the only good days we had together that year. In the box, he’d attached a sticky note to the front that said, ‘Y/N, For when you’re a famous writer and feel like giving up: Remember where you started. Remember why you started.’

“Amazing, right? He’d given me the best advice for moving on after his death without even meaning to. He reminded me that change is inevitable. A caterpillar will go through metamorphosis. It doesn’t get to choose. My brother died. It changed who I was, changed who I could become, changed the whole trajectory of my future. I couldn’t go back to the person I was before I’d lost him anymore than I could stop the sun from setting, stop the seasons from changing, stop the world from turning.

“I needed to lean into that change, otherwise I would end up just like my brother, so numb that it made more sense to not feel at all. Those few weeks holed up in my room ended up being my time in the cocoon. The day my mom brought me the box, I cleaned myself up and went online to declare myself as a Creative Writing major at my dream university. I hadn’t really known what I wanted to do before that. And now here I am.

“I still have bad days. This day is hard every year because I can’t help but relive those last moments with him. But there are other days, too. Days where I blame myself. Days where I’m angry at him. Days where I’m angry at my parents. Days where everything seems pointless. Until I remember what he taught me. I’m a butterfly. I pick up pollen as I go through different experiences, some good, some bad, some that seem completely inconsequential. But as I go about my life, I transfer that pollen through my interactions with other people. I transfer it through my writing. And as I do, I encourage others, the flowers of this world, to blossom, to reach their full potential. It’s not easy. Life isn’t easy. But it’s worth it if I leave this world a little more colorful, a little more beautiful than it was before.”

You weren’t sure when you’d stopped crying, but you had. You felt better, lighter. This was the first time you’d ever talked to anyone about this who didn’t already know, who wasn’t a part of your life when it happened. This was the first time you’d ever really talked through it from start to finish.

Ten had been silent the entire time. About halfway through, when you were at the worst of it, he’d sat up, his hand reaching out to comfort you but stopping. He wanted you to let it all out. Any attempts to comfort you might disrupt that. He could tell he’d made the right choice as he watched you breathe freely for the first time since he’d walked into your room that day.

“Y/N,” he said, lightly tapping your elbow. You turned to look at him, your cheek leaning against your arm. “Thank you for telling me.”

You smiled at him fondly. “Thank you for listening.”

The two of you ended up staying on the island for a while after that, challenging each other to thumb wars, playing rock paper scissors and twenty questions, even swapping ghost stories. It was late by the time you got back, Karina long since gone to bed, although you had texted her to let her know you were safe and not to wait up. You stood in the doorway gazing at Ten, knowing that something had shifted between you but unwilling to address it.

“Get some rest, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”

“You promise?”

He smirked and lifted his pinky in the air. ��I pinky promise.”

You giggled and hooked your pinky onto his. “Good night, Ten.”

He turned and started to leave. As you watched his retreating form, you realized that something had been missing. You caught up to him and grabbed his arm, twisting him back towards you, then wrapped your arms tight around his waist and buried your face in his chest.

Ten froze for a moment until he figured out what was happening. You were hugging him. He instantly put his arms around your shoulders, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head. You stood there and held him for a long time, just breathing him in. When you finally decided to let go, you avoided his eyes, too afraid that you might do something even more stupid this time, like trying to kiss him.

“Drive safe,” you whispered. Then you turned and practically ran into the house, closing the door behind you.

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A/N: Whew, sorry for bringing the mood down for a minute there, but if you made it this far, I hope you're excited for the next part! The next part is when the tension finally breaks and the smut begins, so I'll try to get it posted sooner rather than later! As always, my inbox is open, so feel free to share your thoughts with me :)

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MEMES ?? | nct

synopsis : kung saan you send them a meme of themselves

featuring : haechan, doyoung, renjun, mark, johnny, jaehyun, ten

genre/s : filo smau, non-idol au, established relationship, fluff, mostly humor talaga to mga mhie

contains : swearing

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By the time Vernon gets to your room, eyes wide in panic and arms full of snacks, you have just stopped crying. The redness in your cheeks is a dead give away, skin irritated with the harsh swipes of your hoodie sleeve trying to get rid of your betraying tears, but your friend knows better than to ask or comment on it, instead pushing his way inside and dropping everything in your bed. It’s only when his arms are free of all the weight of his panicked shopping did he turn to you and pulled you in a hug. And it does things to you, knowing that after everything seemed to be ruined and wrong, you still had a shoulder to cry on… even if it isn’t the shoulder you want. Even if it feel the same as every single other shoulder. Even if it isn’t supposed to feel the same as every single other shoulder.

A friend is more important than boyfriend or girlfriend you might have, baby, your mom used to say back when you were in high school, making you roll your eyes and nod mindlessly like the rebel child you liked to pretend you were. A friend stays. A friend holds your hand and never lets go. A friend is a shoulder to cry on, and that is very, very special. So never let go of the ones you have, even when things get a bit tough. Trust what you guys have and it will all be okay. Oh, how you wish you could go back in time and call her a liar, scream all the frustration out just to have her look that way that mothers do, with the gentle smile and the knowing eyes, as she hugs you with the powerful force only a mom can. But home is hours and hours away, and because you have refused to get your license since everything is so well connected here, Jeongin is always your ride home.

Scratch that. Jeongin is home, from the drive back to the moment you two are sharing a bed again, everything about it feels like home. Which probably explains why you feel so uncomfortably out of place in your room with Vernon hugging you, why you feel like you’re doing something wrong.

Why you feel like everything’s changing and you can’t pump the breaks.

“Oh god,” You cry harder at the sudden realization that this– exactly this, the terrorizing feeling of losing control over something that comprised such an essential part of yourself, is what Jeongin meant. This is what he was afraid of and to be completely honest, as Vernon holds you and whispered comforting nothings into your ear, as your phone rings and pings with unanswered calls and messages from your friends, as you cry, harder and harder by the second at the realization that you might just have made the worst mistake of your life… you are scared too.

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matching set // ten : another case of innie being innie

pairing: popular!jeongin x introvert!reader

genre: college!au, fluff

description: You two grew up together. As in, together-together. It’s an old tale, one where your mothers are best friends and so, much like best friends do, they went through every mile stone together– dating, marriage, and babies. Safe to say, you two learned from the best, so no one was really surprised when college came around and you two ended up in the same place. The only problem was, you’re not sure if you can stay the same when everything else has changed.

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Chapter thirty — You knew?!

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lily-blue · 4 months

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In your dreams

☆ characters: dreamer!ten & hunter!you ☆ genre: dreamer cycle au ☆ warnings: betrayal, manipulation, murder, major character’s death ☆ request: DV27. form this prompt list ☆ summary: “In another life, you would have loved to grow old with him, have a family and a bunch of kittens together, but in this one he had unfortunately been born as a dreamer.” ☆ words: 1,9k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥

The dreamers brought destruction to the world; it was an ominous mantra that you had been forced to memorise before you could have learned the correct order of the Korean alphabet. Every morning from the moment you had turned five, you had needed to recite it when you had wanted something other children knew as natural: breakfast in the morning, a ride to and from school, dessert after dinner. To your parents, who had lost several precious friends and family members throughout the years because of these monsters, this sentence had been more important than your happiness and maybe, than life itself. To them, this piece of information about the dreamers meant a higher chance of survival, although your lack of real encounters with these abominations had left you more confused than anything during the fragile period of your adolescence. You couldn’t have gotten it: the danger mere dreams could have meant. After all, everyone dreamed. Some just didn’t remember.

Still, you had gone along with your father’s wishes when he had taught you how to use guns and knives and had studied their organisation’s reports about dreamers who had gotten out of control to soothe your mother’s worries. You had sacrificed so much of your teenage years that you had been sure you had been well-prepared.

You were forced to take the red pill when shortly after your university graduation, neither of your parents came home from a mission in Daegu. The hunter who showed up at your door to inform you about the tragedy was considerate enough to not go into details about their death, although a few hours later you logged into their system with your father’s username and password to read the official report: apparently a pack of dreamed wolves had torn them to pieces when they had tried to neutralise a dreamer.

The murderer was barely a teenager. In a couple of years, she would be as lethal as nuclear weapons. You balled up your fists and gritted your teeth when you got to the end of the last page. It was stated there, black and white, that the dreamer had managed to escape after the massacre. God, she was still out there somewhere in Daegu, putting innocent lives in danger with her existence. Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters. Who knew who else would fall victim to her next rampage.

It took you three months to hunt her down, but he ended up being your first kill.

In two years, you became one of the best hunters in the Asian branch of your organisation. Your youthful and fairy-like features helped you tear down the walls these freaks built around themselves out of self-preservation. You had no match in the country when it came to lulling the monsters into a false sense of security.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ Your (fake) best friend turned into (fake) boyfriend’s pained question came from behind you just when you took your knives out of your purse. They were hidden in a textile roll, each one of them having their own slit in which they were waiting for your next target to be interrogated.

You shot a pitiful smile in Ten’s direction. In another life, you would have loved to grow old with him, have a family and a bunch of kittens together, but in this one he had unfortunately been born as a dreamer. And you knew no mercy when it came to these murderers.

‘Because someone has to stop you before you bring chaos to the world,’ you offered a brief explanation; the same reason you gave to everyone who had the mental presence to ask such questions after waking up being tied to a chair, any kind of pipe or sturdy furniture. You told yourself he wasn’t special.

‘Chaos? With what? My paintings?’ Ten scoffed, the months behind your backs helping you see the poor attempt he was making to not sound freaked out. Funnily, he sounded the same whenever you tried to feed him fresh fruits.

You pushed the useless memory aside and leaned against the backrest of the couch you put your purse back on. It was the newest addition to your shared apartment; a step you shouldn’t have taken in a fake relationship, but had done anyway in a moment of weakness. Because Ten’s creativity knew no limits when it came to organising surprise dates, and you had been too high on the distinct smell of paint and champagne when he had popped the question at the end of your one hundred days’ anniversary.

‘With your dreams,’ you corrected him with as much nonchalance in your voice as you could muster. You were tired of being mad at the world and screaming at delusional freaks who refused to acknowledge the danger they meant for humanity. Two years into the business, you had already realised that it was always the same broken record: “Please, don’t hurt me. I’d never hurt anyone.”

The monster who had killed your parents had also sworn up and down that she couldn’t have hurt a fly. The audacity.

In the silence that followed your retort, you observed the boy’s face, making mental notes of the tiniest twitches and unintentional frowns. Like this, you could effortlessly pinpoint the very moment the puzzle pieces came together in his mind.

‘You know,’ he whispered, his resignation painting his beautiful, sun-kissed skin an ashy grey colour. Eyes boring deep into yours, he couldn’t conceal his fear anymore.

He had never told you about his dreams, nor had he ever mentioned to you why he needed sleeping pills before going to bed. You clearly weren’t supposed to know.

But you did. You had known from the get-go.

‘I know.’

For the first time since he had woken up, Ten tried to pull on the ropes in hope of getting out of them, but to his misfortune, you weren’t an amateur. His restrictions didn’t even budge. He gave up after the third futile attempt and looked up at you with narrowed eyes as if he was looking for some sympathy. You made damn sure he didn’t find any.

Your cold attitude made him come to another realisation; to one that was just as nasty as the previous imaginary punch in his guts.

‘You made me pursue you,’ he accused you, the disbelief palpable in his call out. You felt no shame when you shrugged. You had done so, so what?

‘It had to be believable,’ the explanation fell from your lips as you linked your arms in front of your chest, your fingers steady on your weapons. You usually didn’t waste so much time on useless chatters with your targets, but you guessed Ten deserved a couple of more peaceful minutes before you got down to business.

(You might have stalled on purpose to prepare yourself for the sound of his screams.)

Ten pressed his lips together, into a firm line before his shoulders sagged and he let out a loud sigh. He shook his head, breathing through his nose.

‘I don’t believe you. You couldn’t have possibly faked everything,’ he stated confidently, a personality trait you had actually grown to like in him, although you would have rather poked your own eyes out than admit it. So what if his confidence was attractive? There were lots of attractive men in the world out of which hundreds of thousands were currently living in your country. ‘Even if you don’t love me, you have to at least like me.’

It was your turn to scoff, even though the sound that came out from your mouth did sound a tad fake to your ears. Therefore, to be safe rather than sorry, you decided to put the teaser and the set of knives back into your purse and pulled out your gun. Because what if he was right? What if deep, deep, deep down you cared? You couldn’t have afforded to be affected by his pain. If his statement could draw a reaction this raw out of you, you had to change your plans. Him being neutralised was higher on your priority list than gaining whatever knowledge he might have had about his kind.

At the sight of the new weapon, Ten’s eyes became twice as wide as they had been a moment ago. His fingers were itching to do anything other than holding onto the end of the armrest his lower arms were tied to. He was on the verge of panicking.

‘Come on, shorty! You know me. We spent the last five months together, you know me! I couldn’t kill a fly. Chaos to the world? I’m a painter,’ he rambled, each sentence falling from his lips more breathless than the previous one. It didn’t help that he was constantly shaking his head as though the gesture made his objection more credible. Yeah, you knew he was a painter. He was also working on new designs for a rookie high-end fashion brand. What did his profession have to do with his ability to pull rabid animals, brainless soldiers and deadly weapons out of his dreams? He could have quite literally dropped a nuclear bomb on your neighbourhood if he had decided to let his imagination run wild while he was sleeping next to you.

‘You’re a monster,’ you reasoned firmly, taking a step closer to the chair he was sitting on. However, you stopped an arm’s length from him before you could have gotten too close. He started to get frantic and you needed a fool-proof plan to handle it before all hell could have gotten loose. You had faith in the rope you had brought, but not in yourself, which was an unwelcome first.

‘I donate two thirds of my income from my paintings. I volunteer at the local animal shelter. You saw me being protective over Yangyang when he got the flu. Do you really think I’m a monster?’

The corner of your mouth twitched, but you refused to acknowledge the stinging sensation in your chest. People who were slowly sucking the life out of their own employees showed up at charity events to play saints in front of the public. You were sure serial killers also had friends they were obsessively protective over.

You destroyed the remaining distance between the two of you with one final step.

‘I’m sorry, Ten. You can’t change my mind,’ you insisted, but bent down to fondle his cheek to soothe his nerves. Another unwelcome first you wished you wouldn’t have done solely because the momentary hope in his eyes hurt. You closed your eyes, so you wouldn’t have to see him, then leaned close to his ear and said, thinking of your parents who had been torn into shreds by dreamed animals: ‘To me, all you can say are pretty lies and useless half-truths. I want to believe you’re harmless, but you’re not. One day, in one way, you will bring destruction to the world. I can’t let that happen.’

You couldn’t let that happen.

‘Please…’

You knew Ten sobs would visit you in your dreams for a long time. The irony of it didn’t slip your attention.

‘I’ll make it quick. You won’t feel a thing, I promise,’ you reassured him and as your lower lip trembled, you swallowed down the bile in your throat and pulled away just to take one last look at the fear in his eyes.

It was a mistake, but you couldn’t make yourself regret it. After all, then, there was still life in his chocolate orbs.

You pressed your lips against his forehead and kissed him gently as you pulled the trigger.

the end.

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