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[2:05 p.m.] “didn’t think you were this desperate,” you scoffed, legs crossed as you leaned back against the plexiglass of the abandoned bus stop. the man blushed pink, or maybe it was due to the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. “I can’t believe you. you’re risking your career to be here, and look at the way you came. all because you wanted to see me again? cute.” he shrugged, eyes shifting away from the evil smirk forming on your mouth. it was wrong, he wasn’t supposed to be here, but something about you reeled him in. he knows the consequences he could face within the next 24 hours. the fact that he came to see you in broad daylight was one of them, but the fact that his “pure boy” image could be ruined in a matter of seconds, all because of a lifestyle choice he made could make for some bad publicity. he knows all the risks, but he didn’t think twice before he pleaded taeyong to let him sneak out and cover his back while he snuck out to meet you. and now? you were making fun of him? “don’t look like that, pouty boy. come join me,” and you patted the spot next to you on the wooden bench, scooting to the side ever so slightly. “you’re not scared?” he turned to you, smoke leaving his mouth, and bangs falling in front of his eyes, “scared of what?” he asks. “several things.”

he smiles, “try me.” 

“you can face criticism from the public,” you start. “they’ll get over it.”

“your company will place limitations on you,” “they’ll eventually get busy, seeing as we get new members all the time.”

“dispatch could see you talking to me,” “they’ve fucked over people so many times, the public is immune to their nonsense.”

exhaling, you finish, “I could very well be the worst thing to happen to you.” jungwoo froze, and you wrapped your jacket around you tighter, feeling sick as he stayed silent. you knew it, you’re a bad person who corrupts everyone and everything. contrary to your exterior demeanor, though, the last thing you wanna do is corrupt jungwoo. that’s why you flinched when jungwoo breathed out, “you could be, but I don’t know that yet. I’m willing to risk it all for you, sugar. give me a chance.”

[10:39 p.m.] (warning: dark humor since we’re talking cards against humanity lmfao) “okay, it’s my turn,” you breathed out, and set your cards down, picking up a black card. you read aloud, “what’s that smell?” a smile played along your lips as you watched your friends hurriedly look at their cards. you recently bought the game cards against humanity, which you think by far, has been one of your best investments. haechan grinned and set the first card down, before trying to peek at jisung’s cards. pushing him away, jisung slowly set down the next card, followed by jaemin, mark, chenle, jeno then finally your crush!renjun. you shuffled the cards, and began to read each card aloud, trying to show a minimal amount of reaction. “what’s that smell? coughing into a vagina; Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II; mouth herpes; poor life choices; bees?; Keanu Reeves; and Mr. Clean, right behind you.

“I have to say this is quite the bunch, but I narrowed it down to these three: the Queen one, the Mr. Clean one and poor life choices.” this made chenle and jaemin groan, while jisung said, “it was a shit card anyway,” with mark agreeing regarding his card. “sorry, but I think the winner is the Queen card.” renjun clapped at this, and taking the black card from your hand, fingers colliding gently with your own. the two of you blushed at this, and haechan simply groaned, “of course he wins! you literally love him!” renjun’s ears went red hearing this, and your eyebrows shot up, reaching for the pillow next to you and aimed it right for haechan, telling him “shut up!” the boys dodged it easily and everyone laughed at your antics, before quickly moving on to making mark the judge for the next round. you picked up your cards hastily, but throughout the rest of the night, you and renjun exchanged secret glances at one another, haechan’s words echoing in both of your heads.

[9:01 a.m.] at first, it was little things: the lingering scent of a feminine sort of vanilla on his jacket, when you clearly only wore floral scents. then, his long phone calls that went late into the night, leaving you in bed alone. you didn’t think too much of these things, and in fact, you didn’t want to think about them. you’ve your own shit to deal with, this is the least of your problems. that’s where you fucked up, because well, this could’ve been taken care of far earlier, and could’ve saved you much pain.

when things escalated, and suddenly johnny was home less and less, you began to really feel the loneliness. the breaking point was finding a hickey on his neck that you did not give him one morning, when you happened to wake up before him. you managed to catch a glimpse of a text message that arrived to his phone minutes later, from a contact named soojin. the message?

last night was great, but I wish you would’ve stayed for some cuddles 😩♥️

so now, you’re doing what you have to do. you are quietly pulling out a carrier and putting a few days’ worth of clothes into it, quickly packing your important things, before heading out the front door, leaving the following note by his bedside: “two days is all you get. pack up your shit and get out of my apartment. go stay with soojin, I’m sure she’d love to have her boyfriend stay at her place. if you’re not out of here in two days’ time, I’m calling the landlord to kick you out, I don’t give a fuck. don’t try to call or text me, johnny suh, because it’s pointless. I’ve let this continue for long enough. I’m tired and don’t have the energy nor the time to deal with this. goodbye.”

hiii nice to meet u my name is wowo<33

hiii it’s nice to meet you!! i’m zai 😃

medical!au x dream, sungchan and shotaro

I wrote a medical!au x nct 127 and I was like,,, it only makes sense if I do the rest of the members, too! mark and haechan are going to be in the nct 127 version here. medical!au x wayv’s coming soon!

I feel like renjun is the type to consider something a little more artistic in the medical field, which is why I feel like he’d be an orthotist. he’d design prosthetic limbs in the labs for children, veterans, or adults, and whenever he’d get an order, he’d spend days on it. his friends went out those weekends, but renjun stayed in, his espresso steaming on his work desk and his glasses perched on his nose as he scrolled and edited his prosthetic design. he never made the same one twice. of course, if someone damaged their old one, renjun repaired it instead of creating a whole new one, but these prosthetics were designed for permanent-use. he’d finish off with his signature emblem before giving it one last check then giving it to the hospital.he’d insist the doctors to invite him when they wore it for the first time, just to see the look on their faces and the absolute joy they’d receive from being able to use it for the first time. it’s not a steady job, sure, but it sure as hell is fulfilling and that’s all renjun would ask for.

so I kinda just imagine jeno being a psychiatrist… I imagine him taking notes as he carefully listens to his patients. jeno’s very attentive to detail, and just shortly after his undergrad, he interned with a psychiatrist who helped him learn more about what goes on behind the scenes, and he really impressed the interviewers at his medical school with all that he learned. soon after earning his degree, he went to work for the same psychiatrist that he’d interned with and his patients loved him. the one moment that jeno will never forget is when he had a patient who was battling severe depression. it wasn’t until jeno arrived on their case that they began to show improvement. they smiled for the first time in months, and within a year the patient was miraculously much better. before they left, they thanked and hugged everyone, but jeno received the biggest thanks and the tightest hug. 

okay, the reason I think jaemin would be interested in becoming an orthopedic surgeon ever since he had back problems in high school. he was fascinated by all the cool diagrams of skeletons, and his doctors had explained his injury so well to him, that it inspired him to strive for orthopedics as a specialization. he did really well on his entrance exams, and he managed to come full circle, and become a resident at the hospital he was treated in. as an orthopedic surgeon, jaemin makes sure to inform his patients as much as he can. sometimes, he’ll even call them at odd times to let them know if there are any changes he’s decided to make regarding the surgery, or aftercare, whatever. jaemin’s a trustworthy doctor, and his patients never seem to forget him, even if it’s a while after he’s healed them.

chenle as a medical technologist is a little unexpected. when he hangs around his friends during his free time, and you can hear his laughter down the hallways, you wouldn’t think he’s the guy who is counting blood cells under a microscope. but he’s very detail-oriented, and always impresses his supervisor. it’s also not a job that is as demanding in the knowledge of science, since he really needs to be able to distinguish what is normal over what is not, which he loves. in his free time- which there’s not too much of, but in the rare occurrences he does- he likes to either visit his friends, resident!jisung or physicaltherapist!mark who’s in the next building. another admirable thing he’ll do, though, is he’ll stop at the pediatrics floor and play with the kids that come in for blood transfusions or testing, since he’ll have their blood supply to give to the doctors, or he’s there to collect the samples. and sometimes, a parent will thank him for all his help and he can’t help but blush because, well, it makes him happy to help others.

jisung is totally a resident. no questions, it just makes sense. the fact that he knows people at the hospital was one of the reasons he applied for residency there, because he went to medical school with some of the (now) workers. when he finds out he’s accepted, he’s over the moon. generally hangs around by chenle’s department, where the front office of the hospital is. takes care of checking in patients and directing people to different areas of the hospital, while doing checkups on patients and the other thousand things his seniors assign him. although he enjoys the work he does, he doesn’t know if he wants to specialize or stay as a general physician, which his friends also help him decide down the line. he knows that no matter what, he wants to end up back in this hospital because it's like a second home to him. 

sungchan works as a physician’s assistant. initially also wanted to pursue medicine as a whole but he had this… feeling? that medicine was going to wear him out faster than he wanted to, and he felt that he was the type to burn out easily. not to mention, he also wanted to have free time on the side; conveniently, this job provided him with just what he wanted. the hospital was right outside a neighborhood park that also needed volunteers for coaching little kids. turns out, the way his schedule is at the hospital, he takes the morning shift at the hospital, gets out at 2:30, then stops at his apartment nearby to nap and freshen up before coming to the park and coaching soccer in the evenings. it’s the perfect life for him and hasn’t been happier. 

finally, seeing shotaro as a veterinarian is ideal for him. I mean, have you seen the guy? he’s so gentle and soft, it’s no wonder he’s amazing with animals. he grew up near an animal shelter in japan, where he visited the animals as often as he could. the vet that would visit the shelter often saw him, amused by the way he handled the animals with care. naturally, the vet talked to shotaro about considering veterinary school as a potential career choice, and at first, he didn’t really pay too much attention to the vet’s words. but one day, when one of his favorite pups wasn’t as energetic as she usually was, shotaro took her to the vet’s office, and he learned that the puppy had hyperglycemia. since then, he knew that he never wanted to feel that way again, and persevered to become a vet. now, he lives in korea and runs a clinic there, and that puppy from the clinic? he ended up adopting her and bringing her to korea with him and it’s just the cutest thing.

writer’s tag!

thank you @kyuwoyo for tagging me in this!! you seem really sweet and i’ve been loving your recent works!

which new trope would you like to try writing? I wanna try writing a e2l but kinda gradually build up to that relationship so i’m probably gonna start small then kinda work my way up! I also wanna do something horror-based!

which trope do you want to write again? I wrote/am still writing a mafia!au and I had a lot of fun with some of the older tropes I incorporated into that so maybe something along those lines!

which drafts are you most excited to post? right now a lot of them are still ideas?? hahaha but there is something I wanna start on asap, along the lines of rival camp counselors, mayhaps???

new genre you want to explore? hmmm maybe sci-fi? I really like the variety that’s in that genre. also horror, mystery and thrillers? I don’t do a lot of that on this blog, but I feel like I have enough background to write about that stuff!

do you have a favourite line in any of your drafts right now? “stoner? I prefer the word... cannabis enthusiast. or I guess, that’s two words.”

have you decided on any creative goals for 2021? maybe to think a little more realistically. I thought I would be able to crank out all these series, but it’s so difficult while also being a student and I work, too. I’m just gonna take it slow and focus on quality over quantity.

describe your journey on this blog in the last year in three words! and three more words for what you hope for 2021! for the past year, I would say: didn’t think realistically... I’ll be honest, in the beginning of 2020, my blog had been blowing up because of my x1 series, and they soon disbanded after that which meant either people lost interest or they didn’t want to read it anymore. I was very quickly starting to lose motivation to continue writing, period. however, I came out of that, and still have decided to finish the series, as well as expand on my main purpose, which was writing for nct. I hope that 2021 brings: even better stories. I have some ideas that I’m really excited to bring out from the drafts, and I hope that once they are out, they do well :)) 

i’m tagging @strawbwrry , @hwayoungscorpioshin and @arckook whoever wants to (also I want some more moots 🥺 so literally if anyone wants to be moots, just tag me in your version of this!!)

[8:50 p.m.] it’s kinda late but here you are, at the grocery store, because work sucks and you’ve just now had time to quickly grab a few essential items before you go home. you’re tired, and all you wanna do is grab your our things as soon as possible so you could go home and make some ramen and perhaps watch an episode or two of your favorite show. you reach the dairy section, and to your dismay, you find that the milk that you usually pick up is way in the back of the fridge. now you have to find a way to reach for the milk so you do the best thing you can: you open the fridge, lean one foot on the bottom edge and attempt to reach and hop simultaneously to try and grab the milk but your fingers were just shy of reaching it. that’s when you heard, right behind you, “can I help you, ma’am?” without thinking twice, you elbowed the guy right in the ribs and heard a loud “shit!”

your eyes widened once you realized what you did and you turned around to find a guy wearing an employee vest, now leaning forward and clutching his side in pain. eyes scrunched shut and teeth clenched, he winced and you quickly shut the door, “oh my god, I’m so sorry!” he rubbed his upper torso in pain and nodded his head. you got a better look at him, and as if you already weren’t feeling bad because you completely just assaulted an employee, he was a cute employee, too. “I don’t know why I just did that, but I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he opened his eyes and started to relax, “it’s okay. I shouldn’t have startled you like that. it’s my fault. I was going to ask if you needed help with that,” he motioned back to the milk, and you sheepishly nodded, face heating up. you moved out of the way so that he could get past you. his tall frame barely brushed by your shoulder and your heart beat sped up a little. “here you go,” the man passed you the milk and you received it, “thanks so much, uh,” you tilted to read his name tag, “sungchan. I really appreciate it. sorry again about elbowing you.”

sungchan smiled a little, rubbing the back of his neck, “it’s no problem, ma’am. have a good night,” and he turned to walk away, when you cleared your throat. “uh, sungchan? I don’t really do this, but,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear when he stopped in his tracks and turned his head back. “I really feel bad about elbowing you. I’ve never really done that before to a stranger, especially in a public area. you could’ve gotten into trouble because of me, and I’m really sorry, again. I hope you don’t think this is weird, but I haven’t had dinner yet, would you let me buy you a meal?” sungchan’s eyes widened and he raised his hands, “I’m okay, really!” you smiled at him, a strange sensation growing in your stomach. “please, I insist.” sungchan bit his bottom lip in thought, before checking his watch. “tell you what, I get off in ten minutes. you can check out, and I’ll meet you outside.” your smile widened, and you nodded shyly, “okay.” sungchan started, “sounds good, uh” and you finished the sentence, “y/n. my name’s y/n.” “y/n. I’ll see you in a bit, and I’ll be careful not to startle you,” your heart beat accelerated and you bit your lip. a throaty chuckle left sungchan before he turned back to go to another aisle. and as you made your way to the checkout line, the warmth on your face did not disappear, the charming boy already leaving his mark on your heart.

a/n: I thought the idea was cute 🥰

coterie final update :(

as much as it pains me to say this, I have decided that I will not be writing coterie any further. I’ve hit immense writer’s block with the story, and I’m not motivated in the slightest bit to write anymore of it. I have other ideas that I would rather write, so I’m sorry to anyone who’d been waiting to read more. I thank you all for your support and love as always, and I hope to write new content for you guys. 

xoxo zai

this is so cute, thanks for the tag, danika 🥺🥰

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tagging: @strawbwrry, @kyuwoyo and anyone else <3

tagged by @hayley-the-comet (thankyou!)

sage green or baby blue || moon or stars || paperback or hardback || piercings or tattoos || drawing or writing || saturn or jupiter || line without a hook or mr. loverman || ancient greece or ancient egypt || prague or amsterdam || dark academia or light academia || indie aesthetic or cottagecore || stargazing or late night drives || strawberries or watermelons || rings or necklaces || extrovert or introvert || dragons or griffins || ocean or mountain || silver or gold || dawn or dusk || creative or free spirit || early bird or night owl || cook or bake || dagger or sword

no pressure tags: @honeymandos @pascalpanic @kiwi-the-first @mrschiltoncat @martellthemandalor @castiel-barnes and anyone else who wants to xxx

[6:48 a.m.] you’re usually not awake at this time, but when you get a facetime call at this early hour, you know exactly who it’s from so you don’t hesitate to pick it up as fast as you can. the phone connects and you are quickly greeted with a “hey baby” among the hustle and bustle of whatever is going on in the background. you reply with a raspy “hey.” mark comes into view, ruffling his hair before slipping his hood over his head. "did I wake you up? sorry, I'll call you back in a little bit-" his rushed ramble gets cut short when you shake your head, "don't worry about it, I'm trying to wake up earlier nowadays. you know what they say, the early bird gets the worm." mark nods, then gasps dramatically, "wait, are you calling me a worm?" you giggle, sitting up in your bed and stretching your arms out. "yeah, you're my worm, baby." he whined when you said that, which made you laugh even harder. the air became quiet for a moment, before you looked at him earnestly through the phone screen and said, "you're the only worm I would ever wake up early for."

someday // l.t.y.

summary: several years after high school, when you and your peers have all established careers, you get invited to your graduating class reunion.

pairing: lee taeyong x gn!reader

word count: 2.4k

genre: exes!au, angst, some closure.

a/n: mentions of alcohol, UNEDITED

You knew this day would come, but not this soon.

It feels like it came fast when in reality it’s been almost seven years since you graduated from high school. It took a handful of odd jobs after receiving your bachelor’s degree, but you were able to land a position as an accountant. With your hard work, you’ve slowly climbed up the ladder to where you now serve as the finance director of the firm you work for. Your salary is handsome, as per your standards, and you were recently able to afford a nice apartment. It was only after your move that you visited your parents on the other side of the city where they handed you the envelope in your hands. It was an invitation to your high school reunion.

That's how, fast forward a week later, you found yourself standing in front of your old high school gymnasium. You see people walking towards the entrance and feel stupid because most of them seem to be going with another person, maybe a friend they would keep in touch with or a significant other. Maybe you should have coaxed one of your co-workers and bribed them with drinks or something afterward. Too late now, you thought, as you sighed and made your way to the entrance. Upon arrival, the first thing you notice is the reasonably large group of people scattered throughout the room. It’s dark and the only light sources are the few disco ball lamps projecting multicolored circles throughout the perimeter of the room. You squint to try to make out people when seconds later, your thoughts are interrupted by a shrill, “Y/N!” You turn your head towards the sound and find an adult Jisoo approaching you. Jisoo was one of your closest friends you kept in touch with for a while but lost contact with a couple of years into college. “Jisoo, is that you? Oh my god, it’s been ages! How are you?” you hugged her, and she began to share how shortly after graduating college, she applied for a job as a photographer at a fashion agency, but she ended up landing a job as a model. Long story short, Jisoo was now a thriving model. “I’m so happy for you!” you gush with sincerity and she gets shy, combing her fingers through her hair. She tells you that she may have just landed her big break, about to fill you in on details when an oh-so-familiar voice cuts her off. “Hey guys,” you turn around and your eyes meet Lee Taeyong.

Taeyong and Y/N: the “dream team” as they used to call you back in high school. You shared a long and valuable relationship with him, dating almost throughout all of high school. That's why when people heard that you split up, they were more shocked than they would have liked to admit. it was a rather nasty breakup that was not mutual at first; he had gotten into his dream university located across the country while you chose to stay in your home city for college. You didn't want to stop him from achieving his dreams of becoming a pediatric dietitian; you would have hated yourself for acting that selfish. Therefore, you thought things could work via long-distance and they did for a while, but the harsh realities like not being able to hold each other in your hard times set in faster than you wanted to admit. Your schedules were becoming increasingly incompatible, and it became difficult for either one of you to grasp onto the relationship. You both watched as it slowly slipped away from your hands. Taeyong was the one to pull the trigger, and with heavy hearts, the two of you officially parted ways.

You have not contacted each other since then. Now, the two of you stand face to face, and you see an emotion in his eyes that you don’t recognize. Perhaps it’s because you successfully managed to forget the negative memories from all the ones you still have of him. Or maybe you just forgot how to read him. “Uh, Y/N, I wasn’t expecting you to show up,” he awkwardly rubs his hands together as he slowly shifts his gaze around the room. “Yeah, I wasn’t going to come, but I decided to come just for the fun of it. Bit of a last-minute decision, actually.” Jisoo could sense the tension in the air and playfully scoffed, “really? Y/N, I thought you weren’t the type of person to make last-minute decisions. You used to grill me for doing that all the time.” You notice the surprise looming on Taeyong's face; he must’ve been taken aback by your statement too. You turn away from his careful gaze before coldly replying, “people change over time, I guess.”

After Jisoo finds someone else to catch up with, you quickly excuse yourself to the bar to grab a glass of punch because there is no way in hell that you want to be left alone with Taeyong right now. The walk over to the bar is a little difficult, mainly due to the lack of light, but you manage to make it without bumping into anyone else. as you pour your punch in a cup, someone clears their throat in front of you. “Johnny Suh!” you gasp, a smile forming on your face. Johnny and you used to be neighbors in high school but right after graduation, he and his family moved to Chicago. You were very sad at the departure of one of your only friends, so you were beyond thrilled to see him again. You shuffle around the table to give him a hug that he gladly reciprocated. “I thought I saw you walk in. how are you, Y/N?”

“I’ve been well. Busy, but well. When did you get back?” He tells you that he recently got a job at an accounting firm, right here in the city. When you ask him where he says the name of your firm. “No way! I work there, too!” Johnny lights up at this, you talk about the work-life, how the people are, and share your experiences.

You fail to notice that across the room, a pair of eyes have been following you ever since you left them alone a few moments ago. Taeyong watches, with a pained gaze, as you reciprocate what is obvious flirtatious behavior from Johnny. Truthfully, when Johnny moved away, Taeyong remembers being a little happy on the inside, because he wouldn’t have to hear you talk about him so much. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that Johnny harbored a small crush on you. When he brought it up, you used to throw your head back in laughter, before pinching his cheeks and calling him cute. That same feeling begs to ignite again, but his head is quicker than his heart, as it forces him to look down at the thin silver band wrapped around the ring finger of his right hand. You’ve moved on, he hears, and he tucks his hand into his pocket. Someone walks over to him and captures his attention, pushing the thoughts of you and what could have been to the back of his head.

Johnny gets a call from someone, so he excuses himself from your company, leaving you standing amidst the terrible background music and a half-full cup of punch in your hand. You figure you can go grab some fresh air right about now, so you meander off to the door, before stepping out onto the concrete outside. The cool summer breeze is comfortable against your arms but out of habit you fold them together, the cup of punch firmly held in your palm. You close your eyes and exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Care if I join you?” Taeyong’s voice rings, shattering the silence you developed briefly. Opening your eyes, you clear your throat before saying, “be my guest.” Taeyong stands next to you, and once he’s in the light you’re able to get a better look at him. The last time you saw Taeyong, his hair was much shorter and cleanly trimmed. He had innocence in his eyes that twinkled with every step. The version of him standing next to you was definitely more mature; there’s a shadow of smile lines and crow’s feet on the side of his face you see, his hair has grown out quite a bit and you can make out the sharpness of his cheekbone and jaw naturally contouring his face.

“Some things never change, right?” He says out of the blue and you cough to offset the growing embarrassment you feel. He’s referring to how you used to zone out into your thoughts when you stared at him, usually from the side. He would always be able to pick up on it, teasing you relentlessly. “Have you been well?” “Did you move back here?” The both of you asked at the same time to one another, awkwardly laughing off the collision of your questions before you said, “you first.” Taeyong nodded, “I moved back here almost a year ago actually. I was transferred to a small hospital and they knew I was from here, so they figured it was easier to send someone who had a feel for the demographic.” You bit your lip, and he continued, “I didn’t realize how much I missed this city. It was only after I moved back that I felt like this is where home was all along. How about you, did you ever leave?” You shook your head, “I had all my opportunities here, so I never felt the need to go anywhere. I have been perfectly happy and I never felt better,” and as you speak, you notice Taeyong pull his hand out of his pocket to scratch his ear and light reflects the ring resting nicely on his ring finger. You try not to let your eyes widen too much, but you can’t help it if your heart shatters in your chest. “You’re engaged.” Taeyong winced at the change in your tone; he wanted to avoid this topic. “Uh, yeah. Yes, I am.” You attempt to play it off, looking away from his analyzing gaze. “Who’s the lucky person?” Taeyong looks outward with a certain fondness as he recalls details of his significant other. He says they met in one of his classes, saying they “were the best friend he never had”. You listened on as your walls started to break.

“I proposed shortly after I found out I was transferred here. They moved here with me, actually.” You nodded, recognizing all too well this feeling growing in you. It was reminiscent of how you felt when you broke up with him, but this was much more intense. You painfully exhaled and you knew he could sense it. “Happy for you. I really am,” you managed to say without letting your voice crack. Taeyong was always very straightforward with you, and it didn’t surprise you when he said, “Y/N, I was in the darkest place when we broke up. They helped me get out of that. I know it was not an easy decision to make, which is why I want you to know that you will always have a place in my heart. We spent so many years together, it’s natural that you and I will always be something special.” You turn the other way, and this time, you can’t stop the tears from falling. You couldn’t face him anymore because you don’t want to reveal to him that a big part of you still wanted him. Seeing that ring on his finger and hearing him gush about his partner reaffirmed all that. Now, all you wanted to do was to get out of there. “I’ll be honest, sometimes it still feels like I haven’t gotten over you. Even if I did. Know that I will always love you and that you’ll always have a piece of me.” Taeyong says, and a small whimper leaves you. “I’m a mess, Taeyong,” you croak. “I built this strong wall and convinced myself that I was okay. Tonight you’ve proved me wrong. I tried time and time again to find someone else to introduce into my life but no one comes close.” You finally wipe your eyes and turn back to face Taeyong to find silent tears trailing down his face. “I was hoping you’d be here tonight if I’m being honest. I needed to get this off my chest. I’m sorry for everything, Y/N.”

You breathe, the final bit of teardrops sitting at your waterline. “Thank you, Taeyong. For everything, but especially the memories. I know I can’t fall out of love with you overnight, and I certainly will not ask you to do anything selfish. You know that I just want you to be happy, and if they make you happy, that’s all that matters.” Taeyong wants to reach out to wipe your tears, but he’s afraid he’ll cross a line he set for himself. “Would you still want to be friends? For old times’ sake,” Taeyong asks, hoping you’ll say yes. You feel conflicted but you say, “you’re going to need to give me time, Taeyong. I need to sort things out in terms of relationships, and right now, I don’t think I can take being your friend. That’s going to lead to me wishing terrible things on you two, and I don’t want to jeopardize a relationship that is strong enough as it is. Please, don’t force me to befriend you when I’m broken.” Taeyong is hurt, but the rational voice in his head is telling him that you are doing the right thing. “It’s getting late,” you muster the courage to say, “I should head out but I’m glad you got the closure you needed.” Taeyong offered to walk you to your car, and you don’t know if you can take any more heartbreak, but you let him walk you anyway. The tears are gone for now, but they’ll come back. Taeyong hesitates, “Do you want to meet up for lunch or something anytime soon?” You unlock your door and open it before turning to him. There’s a glint of hope in his eye, and you smile meekly, “maybe but not soon, Taeyong. When I’m ready. I hope you can understand.” He nods almost instantly, and you’re grateful for his reaction. “I’ll see you someday,” you tell him and he nods, waving to you as you start your car and leave, whispering under his breath “someday.”

a/n: AHHH my first ever long scenario. this was much easier to do than a series lol but I’m nervous! I would appreciate any and all feedback you guys have for me, and thank you for reading it!

[1:04 p.m.] to be fair, you always thought lucas was cute, but you guys were more like frenemies than actual friends. you merely exchanged jabs at each other, and when there were other members around, you and he were not likely to interact a lot. still, part of you pretty much thought lucas was a solid 10, even though he was annoying. based on the tiktok trend you'd been seeing of girls texting their guy friends 'you're pretty,' you decided to jump onto that bandwagon as well. so you chose to text lucas. you partly wanted to see his reaction, but you also felt that this was an indirect way of letting him know how you actually thought about him.

your heart stopped as you saw the text bubble pop up: 'what did you say?' and at this point, you would've reeled it back, but for some reason, you wanted to keep pushing at it, so you texted him 'I think you have a pretty face'. you had some water boiling in a kettle for tea, and just as the whistles begin to sound, your phone screen lit up, the red and green circles giving you the freedom to choose your next action. you pick up the call, and you hear lucas on the other end, "are you fucking with me?" you raise your eyebrows, “what are you talking about?” “you know what I’m referring to. the texts.” he says the last part with a hushed voice, and you can only assume this freakout is happening near some of the members. you snicker at the thought, but lucas jumps to conclusions. “you were fucking with me, weren’t you? I hear you laughing.” “no, sorry, it was something else. as far as the texts go…” you breathe out to relax your beating heart. “they’re not lies. I wasn’t fucking with you, I think you’re really good-looking. in fact, I thought you were cute for a very long time.”

you hear him grunt small curses and then a chair is pushed against the ground, you hear it screeching. the members’ voices become faint and now you’re sure that lucas has stepped away from everyone because he says, “you drive me crazy, y/n, did you know that? you get on my last nerve but sometimes I still wonder what it’s like to hold your hand. how a movie night would look like if it was just the two of us.” your breath hitches at his confession, and suddenly you’re a blushing mess. “I’m sorry if I ever came off as too harsh, or that we don’t even talk all that much. you make me nervous as fuck and that’s no excuse for the way I acted but-” you cut him off, “lucas, stop.” you set your phone down and turn on your speaker. “tell you what, I’m home right now. if you can, why don’t you come over? I’m making tea, we can talk more in person.” lucas sighs and sincerely mumbles, “really?” your heart stutters, and you bite your lip. “plus, you can finally see what it’s like to hold my hand,” you teasingly tell him and he playfully whines, “stop making fun of me!” at that moment, you laugh heartily and lucas feels like it’s one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. “I’m kidding. you’re more than welcome to come by.” and you smile in anticipation, pulling out two mugs from your cabinet when you hear him say “I’m on my way.”

[1:25 a.m.] “is there something that’s greater than forever?” you ask your boyfriend whose chest you’re laying your head on. his arms are securely wrapped around you, cradling you like he’s scared to let you go. “hm, probably infinity? why do you ask?” your free hand reaches up to comb his dark tendrils out of his face and he smiles down at you. you gaze at him with stars in your eyes and give him a warm smile, “because, jeon jeongguk, I want to be with you for infinity.”

[8:51 p.m.]

*UNEDITED*

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. while it was the way you wanted it to be for the most part (you got to spend a wonderful evening with namjoon and the others at a nice italian restaurant) there was just one problem. sitting right across from you was jungkook and his new girlfriend. scratch that, his new girlfriend that you did not know about.

after spending two years pining over jungkook, you had planned to confess to him tonight. after they were on tour for half a year, you thought it would be perfect to confess to him on your birthday. the funny thing is they’d all known about it to, the boys. you spoke to namjoon on the phone about it prior to the dinner, telling him how nervous you were to finally tell jungkook how you felt about him. it was astonishing to see how practically everyone around you knew about your crush on him, except him. he managed to miss the way your eyes held infatuation for him, or how you left lingering touches here and there. the boys knew you were whipped for him, but it felt like a slap in the face to you all because he kept the relationship hidden from all of you. you could tell the boys were shocked when she showed up, but mostly you could see the pity in their eyes for you.

“jinah and I met on tour. she’s the assistant to one of our designers,” jungkook says after sipping his wine. he delved into a conversation with his new beau but in all honesty you zoned out after you noticed how he looked at her with lovey-dovey eyes. you mindlessly twirled your spaghetti on your fork and attempted to focus your attention to hoseok who was sharing his experience with going to a dog park in one of the cities they toured in. to your left, seokjin’s laughter overtakes hoseok’s voice, and to your right, jimin finishes his meal, wiping his mouth with a napkin. watching your absentminded actions, taehyung, sitting across from jimin says, “y/n, you seem lost, all okay?” jimin shoots a stern look to the man, but it’s pointless because you’re on the hot seat. all eyes are on you and in a panic, you only look up from your plate to lock eyes with jungkook. he’s trying to analyze your gaze, but before he figures anything out you quickly flit your eyes on taehyung.

“just really glad you guys are here,” you say with a tight lipped smile. you pick up your glass of wine and take a sip to avoid answering anything else. everyone at the table knows not to say anything. well, all except one, as usual. “you know we wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, y/n. your friendship means a lot to us.” jungkook’s words shoot you like a bullet, and you feel jimin rub your knee in an effort to comfort you. you turn to him and give him a small smile but he sees the sadness in your gesture.

after dinner, you stand outside the restaurant and ask the boys if they want to head back to your place just to chill; but before anyone could say anything, jungkook interjected. “actually, jinah and I wanted to go grab some coffee at a place across town so I will see you sometime later. oh, and y/n,” he approaches you, jinah standing closely behind him. he reaches into his pocket and pulls a velvet box, before stretching his hand out to you. you take the box and curiously open it and your eyes widen when you see a thin sliver chain with your birthstone as a pendant perfectly glistening in the light of the restaurant sign. “jungkook, it’s beautiful.” he smiles, bunny teeth and all. “I can put it on you if you’d like,” he offers and for a second you want to forget that jinah is standing there. you want the moment to be one you can capture and store in your memory forever, just for you. but the reality of the situation is that you snap your gaze towards jinah, who looks kind of uneasy. as it seemed like her boyfriend and his “girl friend” were getting too close for her comfort. you exhale shakily, “maybe not now. I don’t wanna keep you from jinah.” you see something flash across his gaze but you’re not reading too much into it. instead you just thank him for the gift and wave to them before they walk away and leave you all there.

“y/n, we’re so sorry that we ruined your night,” hoseok mumbles. “you guys didn’t do anything; you guys didn’t even know about it,” you say but how convincing do you sound? your voice wavers and your eyes burn. you shove the velvet box in your pocket, although you’re not too rough with it because at the end of the day, it’s a gift from jungkook. “we can still go to your place, if you want,” jimin starts, but you shake your head. “it’s fine. just take me home, I wanna be alone.” taehyung whimpers at your state; the girl who meant so much to them was sad on her birthday. “y/n, please don’t cry,” he says, and you don’t wanna cry, but you feel a tear slide down your face anyway. namjoon is quick to see it, so he approaches you to wipe it away before cupping your face. “no one deserves this, y/n, but especially not you.” yoongi says from behind him, “we’re always here for you, know that.” you sniff and look up teary eyed at namjoon. “I know you guys are. thank you, but I really just wanna go home.” they are slightly disappointed, you can tell, but they don’t argue with you. you all go to the black vehicle parked away from the crowds and jimin drives you home.

if it was up to you, you would tweak your ideal birthday dinner. you would have jungkook by your side, and you would go out with the boys and have a fun night. but things can’t always work out the way we want them to, they say. such is life, and that’s the thought that echoes in your head as you get into your apartment. you lock the door and immediately throw yourself on your bed, crying your heart out on the night that was supposed to be about you.

a/n: it’s been a while. thanks for sticking around

[12:07 a.m.] the night is young but here you are, barely able to form a simple sentence as you stumble over your own two feet, the after-effects of the alcohol weighing you down quite heavily. it’s a fucking amazing thing that you are not alone, though, because helping you unlock the door and enter your shared apartment is none other than your (ridiculously attractive) roommate yoongi. the man’s a music producer and when he gets a call to come to the club from anyone else, he flatly replies, “no, I’m busy,” before proceeding to hang up the phone. however, he has a different set of rules whenever you’re involved. that’s why when he saw your caller ID and picked up the phone, your friend answered, “yoongi? y/n’s plastered off her ass, you need to take her home.” he didn’t think twice before securing his jacket and driving over to pick you up.

as soon as you enter the doorway, you push yourself past yoongi and beeline over to the couch. you pop yourself onto the cushions and lazily blink back at him, and you can tell that he’s exhausted. his eyes are a little droopy, and his face has gone pale but truth be told, he still looks like the most angelic person in the room.

“wait here, and don’t move,” yoongi instructs and goes into the hallway. a few moments later, he returns with a bottle of water. he sits directly in front of you on the ground and he hands you the bottle of water (after opening it for you like the gentleman he is), before proceeding to undo your shoes. You stare down intently as he unbuckles the heels, and you can only think that no one has cared this much for you in a long time. after your shoes are removed, yoongi looks up at you. “what’s going on, y/n? is everything okay?”

you’re nervous now because you don’t know what to tell him; you’ve had the craziest revelation that has been eating away at you for who knows how long. how in the world do you tell your roommate that you’re in love with him? eventually, things had to boil over which is what’s led you to make the worst decision which was to drink more than you can normally take. you can’t imagine what rejection would be like from someone that you live with, so you decided against telling him. however, now that he has presented this question to you, all you can do is whimper and look at him with teary, red eyes. “I can’t tell you,” is all you say, and his eyebrows furrow. “I won’t push you. but let’s get you ready for bed, okay?” his hand reaches to wipe your tears, and for a second his palm lingers, warming up the side of your face.

he helps you up and walks you to the bathroom, closing the toilet lid for you to sit down on. he reaches for your makeup remover wipes and begins to clean the various layers of cosmetics from your skin, with a touch so gentle it’s as if he’s cleaning a porcelain doll. “yoongi, can I tell you something?” you whisper, the alcohol beginning to dilute in your system. “of course, sweetheart, anything.” you look directly into his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I went out drinking today because… I don’t want to hear a rejection.” yoongi blinks back, confused. you continue, “I like you. a lot. as more than a friend. and I don’t want to know if you don’t like me the same way, because then it’ll be weird and we live together and it’s gonna make you uncomfortable then I-” you stop talking when yoongi places an index finger to your lips. “you’re rambling, y/n,” yoongi’s ears are tinted red and you can see that he’s nervous: his gaze is darting everywhere and he’s constantly licking his lips, perhaps looking for the right thing to say. he always knows the right thing to say.

“I like you a lot too, y/n. I have for a little while now. all I need you to know right this moment is that I would never reject you. ever. for now, though, let’s get you changed and in bed, we can talk in the morning, okay?” you know he’s not just dismissing you because you see the sincerity in his eyes and you just hope he can see it in yours, too. he grabs your hands and walks you to your room where he gathers some pajamas and lets you change. once you’ve finished, he tucks you into bed but before leaving, he sits on the edge of it and gently strokes the top of your head. “goodnight, beautiful. I will see you in the morning.” he smiles down at you and bends over to leave a searing kiss on your forehead that you swear you can feel for the rest of the night after he leaves to his room. tomorrow’s very much anticipated on your end and on the other side of the wall, yoongi can’t help but fantasize about what awaits him the next morning as well.

WARNING: slight spicy content with a fem!reader

[10:05 p.m.] your favorite thing in the entire world is to make xiaojun uncomfortable. you love seeing the flustered mess he becomes, it’s adorable. so, as you sit across him and sip your coffee, you have an idea. you’re just waiting for the right moment to execute it. he reaches for his mug, scrolling on his phone with his occupied hand. as soon as the rim of the cup touches his mouth and he pushes it back, you ask, “so do you have any kinks?”

the hot beverage is caught in his throat and his eyes go comically wide. he quickly swallows to avoid spitting his tea over the table. his gaze narrows as he focused on you, laughing with your face towards the ceiling, wiping your tears. “I fucking love catching you off guard, xiaojun, relax! you don’t have to answer it.” but xiaojun’s got an idea of his own.

he looks around the room to double check that no one’s around, before he clenches his jaw slightly and stands up from the chair, eyes fixed on your confused face. you watch as he walks closer to you and follow his movements as he pulls the chair right next to you and swings his legs over either side of it, leaning towards you. “you wanna know my kinks, baby girl?” now it’s your turn to go flustered, and although the boldness of his current actions are causing his neck to redden, xiaojun leans even closer. you could feel his breath on your face, your eyelids fluttering. his hand reaches up, and rests along the base of your neck, the cold rings on his fingers a sharp contrast to the radiating warmth from your beating jugular vein. “I‘ve always wanted to choke someone, that’s a kink that I’ve yet to try. besides that, being the dominant one is a huge kink of mine.” he could feel you swallow and you see the darks of his eyes peering into your soul. fuck, he’s got you now. the sexual tension in the air is so thick you could slice it with a knife, and the two of you keep glancing down at each other’s lips.

all of a sudden, he starts to laugh. hard. his hand leaves your throat and he raises fists of victory. “gotcha! how does that feel?” xiaojun watches you leave this trance and scowl at him, face heating up. “not good at all, you jerk,” you mumble, hiding your face in your hands. you can’t believe that. xiaojun coos at your reaction, ruffling your hair. “aw, now you’ll know not to mess with me, y/n.” and he walks out of the room, leaving you a hot, bothered mess. little do you know, though, that as soon as he shuts his door he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, shocked at what he just did.

[10:10 p.m.] “hell to the naw, y/n, I will not do this tiktok with you.”

“ugh, well does anyone else wanna do it with me?” you narrow your eyes at mark before turning your attention to the rest of the guys. you came over to their dorm to spend some time with them before your classes started up again. it was only fair that they would reciprocate your enthusiasm by doing something you would like, which for you, was making a tiktok. “it’s not even going to be public, you guys know that! I have a private account for myself.”

“FINE, I’LL DO IT!” donghyuck hollers from the kitchen table. you beam in delight, “ahh! thank you, hyuck! come, I’ll show you where we’ll do it!” you grab his hand and drag him, missing the slick smile and suggestive eyebrow wiggle mark gives donghyuck, who clenches his jaw and mouths a ‘shut up’ to his older best friend. you go to one of the vacant bedrooms and adjust your phone against the window to find the proper placement.

“which one are we doing anyway?” donghyuck asks, watching your swift movements around the room. that’s when you turn and give him a devious smile. “why are you smiling like that, you look like pennywise,” he gives you a side-eyed glare, suspicious of your actions, and you giggle. “listen to the audio and you’ll know exactly which one.” you press play on her phone and watch the look of horror morph onto his face. “pink, pink, pink! girls, girls, girls! glitter, glitter, glitter! twirls, twirls, twirls! together, forever! we’re Linda and Heather! BEST FRIENDS!” donghyuck meets your gaze and starts to shake his head but you groan, “no, don’t back down! you told me you would! plus, my account is private anyway so it’s only going to be a few people seeing it. okay, what if I published it privately, just for me?” donghyuck chews on his lip, squinting at you to make sure you’re not bullshitting him even though he knows you’re sincere about your offer. he goes pink and his lips trembles in embarrassment but he nods and you clap in excitement. you teach him the moves and being the fast learner he is, donghyuck picks it up quite fast. “okay, ready? I’m about to press record,” you affirm with him one more time, and donghyuck groans, “let’s get this over with, y/n.”

after recording (and let's be honest, re-recording it because according to donghyuck, you did it wrong) the tiktok, you finally press post and wait. "great, now just give it a few hours, I'm sure we'll get views," you stare down at your screen, oblivious to donghyuck's eyes on you. to be frank, he wouldn't have said no to you no matter what it was you would've asked him to do; he was always grateful whenever he got to spend time with you, even if it was for a few minutes. you snap him out of his thoughts when you call his name several times. "what's on your mind?" you ask him and he shakes his head, avoiding your eyes in response. "don't worry about it, let's get out of here."

café au lait //w.h.d.

tropes: blind date!au, drummer!hendery x barista!reader (fem.)

synopsis: your friend has been getting on your nerves about getting a boyfriend. but you would rather continue working as a barista, who occasionally gets to admire the drummer that plays with his band on Thursday nights.

word count: 2k YIKES

a/n: I love this trope mix lol, I hope you guys do too! p.s. unedited

"please, just meet the guy, y/n. he's a good person," yangyang began to reason with you, but you simply shake your head, gaze focused on the latte art ordered by a customer moments ago. "that's what you said last time, and do you remember what happened?" yangyang rolls his eyes; you didn't let him forget it. the last time you let yangyang set you up with a date, the guy took you to a bar where shortly after talking, he "went to the bathroom", only to walk to the other end of the room and ended up making out with someone else. that experience left a sour taste in your mouth, and it pushed you away from dating for a while. it was a blessing in disguise because you had more time to dedicate towards your school work and your part-time job, which you absolutely love. you work as a barista in a cafe hidden a few miles away from your college campus, which also happened to be a short walk away from your apartment. but that didn’t stop you from feeling lonely from time to time, and yangyang knew that.

you know yangyang just wants to look out for you, and he's probably sick of hearing you talk his ears off about the drummer from the band that plays at the cafe called 'wavy'. his name is hendery and you try keeping yourself busy with the customers that rush in Thursday nights to hear them play. still, your gaze can't help but follow his movements on stage, passionately headbanging with the music and his charisma radiating into the crowd. he was captivating and you couldn't find a better way to spend your Thursday nights.

"trust me, y/n, this one won't disappoint you. I have known him longer compared to the other guy and he's reliable and loyal." you bite your lip in thought. sure, you’ve had a bad experience once but you need to get your mind off of hendery, because you know you’re not planning on making a move anytime soon. hell, you don’t even think he knows who you are so you may as well give yangyang’s choice another shot. you groan and give yangyang a hesitant nod. “fine, I’ll go out with him, but I promise you, liu yangyang, if this guy is a jerk then I will come after you.” yangyang raises two fists of victory and clicks his tongue. “yes! thanks for trusting me, y/n, I won’t let you down.” later that evening you get a text from yangyang: he’s set up a reservation at some italian place that sounds familiar and has given you a time for 7:00 thursday night. your heart momentarily stops, because you’ll miss the band playing that night. you won’t get to see hendery this week. “let’s hope this stupid date is worth missing his performance,” you mumble to yourself, locking your screen and carrying on with the evening.

the time crept by so fast, you didn’t realize when you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening you’ve gradually grown to anticipate. you took the evening off and when your coworkers asked why and you told them that you had a blind date, half of them cheered you on and the other half guffawed because they know about your previous experience. still, you didn’t let the anxieties of that event get to you and you knew that if you tried to have fun you’d be giving yourself, yangyang and the guy a fair shot as well. so, here you are now, standing at the door of the restaurant and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you walk into the grandiose restaurant, and approach the front desk. “hello,” you start, “I have a reservation, under the name liu?” the man behind the counter looks down at his screen and he says, “oh, the other member of your party just checked in! let me lead you there, follow me, please!” your hands get clammier by the second but you tail the greeter as he leads you to your awaited date. just then, you feel your phone vibrate and you check and see it’s from a coworker. the text reads: “you lucked out tonight, wavy’s not playing” they’ve never skipped out on a performance before, you wonder. you put your phone in your bag and watch as the greeter comes to a stop. all you can see of your date is the mop of jet black hair, and his back which is facing you.

“here you are, ma’am. enjoy your dinner,” the greeter gives you a smile before leaving you to take a seat. the boy sitting turns around and your heart stops. “hi, I’m hendery.” he stands up and offers you his hand. “hello, I’m Y/N,” you manage to find your voice to say, gently placing your hand in his, in an effort to shake it. instead, hendery surprises you by bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, placing a fragile peck on it. “it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. here, come sit.” and he lets go of your hand to run over to the other side of the table to pull your chair out for you.

you both are given menus shortly after you exchange some small talk, and as you scan over the pasta options, you look up at hendery. you’ve gotta say, he cleans up really nicely, compared to the usual muscle tees and skinny jeans you’re used to seeing him in. his hair still holds the same middle part you’ve come to adore. then you think you’re being creepy, but you bite the bullet anyway when you say to him, “you play for wavy, right?” his gaze lifts up from the menu and goes straight to your eyes. you can see he’s surprised. “yes, I play the drums… how did you know?” your eyes widen comically and you shake your head, “I swear I’m not a stalker or anything, I just.. I’ve seen you play at the coffee shop I work at.” you’re rambling, and you tell yourself ‘shut up’ like it’s a mantra but hendery just stares back at you, thinking you are nothing short of adorable. “you’re the barista that works the late shifts when we play, then?” you sheepishly nod and he laughs. “I’ve been told by my bandmates that there’s a certain barista that ogles at me, is that you?” at this point, your mouth is hanging wide open and you scoff, “I do not ogle! and for your information, I am not the only barista that works the thursday night shift so it could very much be someone else.” hendery leans back in his chair and watches you, his expression softening. “that’s too bad then.”

over the course of the dinner, you learn that hendery actually went to school for acting, but then discovered his passion for music instead. he has three older sisters, his favorite color is pink, and since he’s moved to the city he has been homesick from time to time. of course, you’ve shared some stuff about yourself to him as well: you tell him that you love your job as a barista (throwing in a few funny and crazy customer stories here and there throughout the evening), you live in the city but drive out to visit your family who lives in a suburb nearby, and you have a favorite spot in a park that not a lot of people know about. “only special people get to see this place,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink. “I hope I get to be one of those special people,” hendery says with a smile. a wave of courage hits you when you slyly respond, "maybe one day. now, I don't know about you, but I can go for a cup of coffee, so why don't we get out of here?"

hendery doesn't let you pay the bill ("you can get me coffee, y/n, but let me cover the meal") and you two take a short walk over to a nearby coffee shop. you are greeted with the sweet smell of coffee brewing as soon as the two of you step inside, and as much as people think you'd get sick of the smell, you haven't. "hi! what can I get you two today?" the barista greets the two of you, and you order a cafe au lait, while hendery scans the menu. "you know what, I'll have what she's having." after paying her, the barista leans in and whispers, "you two make a really cute couple, I had to let you know!" you bashfully smile and hendery replies to her, "it's our first date, but I think this one's a keeper," and he turns to send you a wink. you playfully nudge his arm and he laughs, leading the two of you to the pick-up counter. once your coffees are ready, you take them and start to embark on the long (but it feels short) walk back to your cars. the two of you chat for a bit, enjoying the weather but mostly relishing in each other's presence. as hendery sips on his coffee, you ask him with your chin in the palm of your hand, "how's the coffee by the way?"

"it's good! it's a cafe.."

"au lait," you finish and he nods. "it's good. I usually stick with an iced-americano because I never know what to expect with all these fancy-named drinks." you laugh, failing to observe the growing smile on hendery's face as he watches your nose scrunch cutely. "you can count on me to teach you coffee 101, as long as you would be willing to teach me how to play the drums," you tell him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once you see your car in the vicinity, you slow the pace of your steps, and hendery follows your speed. there's a restlessness in the air because the night is almost over and it's apparent that neither of you wants it to end. hendery huffs after a moment of silence and turns to you, eyes boring into your own, and with determination, he asks, "I would like to see you again, y/n if that's okay with you? it's been so long since I've started dating again, and I genuinely enjoyed every minute of tonight. I want to get to know you more, y/n." you blink up at him, and heat creeps up your neck but you bite your lip and nod. "I would like that, hendery. I had a great time tonight as well." hendery lights up and as you unlock your car with one hand, he reaches for the other one. stunned, you turn to him and he pulls you into a warm embrace. his arms wrap around you and it feels nice. you return the action, bringing your arms up around his torso. it feels like it's only been a few seconds, but you get an annoying buzz in your back pocket (who you assume is yangyang) that startles you. you reluctantly let go of hendery, chuckling when you hear a small sound of displeasure from him.

"I've gotta go now, hendery. thank you for an amazing evening," you tell him and you sit in your car, and once you start your car, hendery jolts in his spot and knocks on your window. you roll it down, and he scratches the back of his head, "I forgot to ask for your number." you giggle, and give him the ten digits he's longed for all evening. "I've just sent you a text," he says and starts to walk backward, waving at you. "text me when you get home, y/n!" your heart warms at the gesture. "I will, hendery! drive safe!" you yell out as his silhouette gradually gets smaller. "you too! bye!" moments later, the two of you have gone your separate ways, and as soon as you get home you remind yourself to do two things: 1) text yangyang about the details of the evening (of course, you must not forget to thank him as well) and 2) text hendery that you've made it home safely, with a smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.

[11:56 p.m.] it hurts a lot when taehyung forgets to show up to your birthday party, especially since it’s a really important one: your 21st. this is important because this is the night you find out who your soulmate is. it’s supposed to be a tattoo that appears on your wrist and it shows up on midnight the day after your birthday; you’ve seen it on your parents’ wrists, your best friend and her husband’s wrists and of course, jin and most of the others. taehyung, though, kept his wrapped up. you never saw him show it, either cloth or a watch would cover it. you wonder why he kept it hidden, and you also wonder if any of the other boys knew what it said, because you have a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, it’s your initials.

jimin and the others stay over that evening, reminiscing the nights events. you are all seated comfortably on the couches in your living room, conversing about random things. “are you excited?”jungkook asks you and you nod. he’s older than you by a few years and he’s actually the reason you met and befriended the rest of the group. “you finally get to find out who you’re destined to be with for the rest of your life,“ namjoon adds, looking down at his wrist and tracing the letters with adoration in his eyes. he found his soulmate a couple of months ago, and they’re totally in love. that must be nice.

you smile solemnly, hoping that your pain is masked by the grin because it’s not the moment you imagined; perhaps everything would’ve been better if taehyung was here. the boys told you he’d be missing the night, as he was “working on his single” according to them. but jungkook’s gaze can’t lie to you and you sense the hesitancy. ouch. that means he didn’t wanna be here. and nothing makes you more sick to your stomach.

your eyes find the clock every few seconds, and your heartbeat accelerates as it approaches closer to midnight. it’s now 11:58 and the silence in the room grows heavier and heavier, everyone in anticipation. in your head, all you can imagine is how crazy it would be if the letters KTH appear on your wrist. it’s nothing short of a dream at this point.

one minute before midnight is when you start feeling a tingling sensation on your wrist. it’s when you wince painfully that everyone’s eyes are on you, jungkook on your left rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain. and perhaps you’ve started to lose it because you’ve been sleep deprived but you start to see the faintest marking of the letter K. no. it can’t be.

T.

H.

those are the letters that appear on your wrist. you look around the room in wonder, the boys’ voices sounding fuzzy as all you can think is, damn it, why isn’t he here for this?

the exhaustion is taking over your body fast, and it’s within minutes that you feel fatigued. the last thing you hear before you fall asleep on the couch is “taehyung should’ve been here.”

summer of '22 drabble game

I haven't done one of these in a while but, since I have enough free time this summer, I wanted to put this together for everyone!

RULES:

I write mainly for nct and bts, so I'll take requests for them, but other groups I'll take requests for include: exo, seventeen, ateez, stray kids, day6, pentagon and sf9 (I don't really listen to new gen groups much, so I don't know anything about them)

I will write either angst, fluff or both. NO SMUT PLEASE!!

I will stop taking requests on June July 1 at midnight EST! this is hopefully enough time for people to send in their requests

FOR SENDING REQUESTS: send the prompt number + member from group (ex: 1 + nct jaehyun)

here are the prompts (most inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting, thank you!)

"it's too hot, maybe we should take our clothes off"

"I won't be participating"

"I never liked summer anyway"

"let's go get ice cream"

"why are you busy, it's summer!"

"I know what you're thinking"

"are you jumping into the pool, or should I come out and push you in?"

"I can barely keep my eyes open"

"I could kill for a slushy right about now"

"is that for me?"

"who's genius idea was that again?"

"how does painting and a picnic sound?"

"don't promise anything you can't keep"

"I have two weaknesses: apple pie and you"

"you're absolutely insane, do you know that?"

"I haven't stopped thinking about it since then"

"funny how things turned out, huh?"

"you're too cute"

"did you just call me 'dude'?"

"get your butt over here and kiss me"

"are you nervous?"

"you look good in that"

"I did think of one thing we can do.."

"I wish I never told you about that"

"it's only a matter of time"

"when will we ever see each other again?"

"can you believe summer's almost over?"

"I'm what?"

"take a picture, it'll last longer"

"I'll see you soon, I promise"

BONUS: free prompt! send me whatever you want (but keep the rules in mind please!!)

I'm so excited to finally put this out! I will be awaiting requests from you all!

update: extended the deadline in case people still wanted to send requests!