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nct fluff (johnny x reader)

{6:45 PM}

warnings; none (its pretty angsty/fluffy)

word count ~ 1.3k

Bright sunrays filtered through the large window. The curtains were barely closed, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the entire room. 

The brightness of the room caused you to shift your body away from the window, ultimately moving yourself out of the grasp of the person next to you. 

You felt yourself lose your consciousness again as drowsiness washed over you. 

Suddenly, your phone started ringing. The shrill piercing sound of your ringtone caused you to jerk awake. 

The figure next to you stirred in his sleep, groaning at the harsh loudness of the phone. He reached for you waist and pulled you into his bear-like grip. 

You lightly reach over the sleeping mans figure and picked up your phone. The callers ID danced across your screen. You rub your eyes tiredly, trying to focus on the ID. 

Your eyes widened when you realized that your boss was calling. You sat up quickly, pushing away the arm that was wrapped around your waist. 

Ignoring the whines of the person next to you, you cleared your throat. 

“Hi Sir”, you answer in a cheerful, high pitched voice. 

The man next to you rubbed his eyes and looked at you with a look of confusion and tiredness.

“Sorry sir?”, you ask while looking at the man next to you, “Am I alone? Yes sir, I am alone”.

You watched as Johnny’s eyes narrow at the blatant lie. 

“No Sir, I’m not busy. Oh the party? 15 minutes earlier? Of course!”, you answer in a honey-sweet voice. 

Johnny reached out to touch your jaw. You absently pushed his hand away as you nod along to what the person on the phone was saying. You stretched and started to move over Johnny. 

“Baby, don’t go”, he pouted, patting the empty pillow that you had been sleeping on. 

You kiss his head, smiling and agreeing with your boss. You brush off Johnny’s hand once again and walk to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee. 

You were so busy that you didn’t notice Johnny’s scowl and pout. 

After a few minutes, your call ended with your boss. You had made two cups of coffee and toasted a few pieces of bread. 

“Johnny? Where are you? Breakfasts ready, honey!”, you call out, expecting your extremely tall, cuddly, giant to come bounding out of the bedroom. 

When Johnny didn’t come out, you walked into your shared bedroom. Johnny lay on the bed, on his phone. 

You smile and stride over to him. You kneel down and reach out to touch his hair, when you feel him stop your hand. Your smile instantly dissipates from your face. 

“Did you need something?”, he asks coldly without looking away from his phone.

“I just wanted to say that breakfast is ready, baby”, you answer sweetly, hoping that he would look at you. 

“I’m tired, you should eat and go to work, I’ll eat later”, he says non interestedly. 

“Oh... I just wanted us to eat together before I go”, you say quietly. 

“You should go get ready or something”, he says finally, turning his body away from you, signaling that this conversation was over.

You nodded, silently before getting up and walking to your closet. 

Johnny turned back slightly to look at you. Your shoulder had sagged and you silently picked out your work clothes. You walked out of the room without looking back. 

After a few moment, he heard the door open and close. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. 

He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. There on the counter, was a cup of coffee and toast on a plate. There was a sticky note next to the plate, written in your messy handwriting. 

He smiled softly as he imagines you quickly scrawling down the note. 

‘Johnny Bear, I don’t know why you’re upset. I’m sorry that I haven’t been observant enough. I am not good enough to be your girlfriend and I know that. I’ll try harder, please talk to me. I love you, lets’ talk when I get home (I’m planning a big party today, wish me luck). Be safe and don’t do anything stupid <3′ - Y/N, your pretty baby ;)

He frowned when he read your letter. He shouldn’t have acted so childish. He felt unhappy, knowing that you were blaming yourself for not being a good girlfriend when he was the one being stupid. 

He reached for his phone when he realized you were probably busy. 

He looked around the kitchen, looking for something to cook for you when you came home. His eyes landed on the spaghetti and he quickly started to get ready to cook. 

Johnny finished cooking and looked at the clock, 5:53 PM. He stood in front of the clock, wondering what to do next. His eyes landed on the dishes, he groaned but moved to start washing them. 

When he was done washing the dishes, he stared back up at the clock, 6:24 PM. He frowned, you were usually home by 6 PM. His fingers tapped the counter, worry starting to fill his gut. As if fate had heard him, he heard the lock of the apartment click open. 

He watched as you opened the door. Your gray blazer was ruffled, strands of your hair had fallen out if the makeshift ponytail you made, your hands were full of grocery bags as you stumbled in. 

You pant as you drop the bags. You look over at him and smile. “Help me, you big baby”, you tease. 

Before you knew it, Johnny strode across the room and lifted your jaw up. He leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on his torso. 

He pulls away and pecks your forehead, before bending down and picking up all the grocery bags with ease, his biceps strain under the weight of all the bags, but he seems at ease. You watch his muscles flex, mouth agape. 

“Stop watching my muscles, babe”, he says with a wink, “Also go shower, you look like you got run over by a train and I made dinner so hurry up”

You grin as you practically run to the shower. 

After a few minutes, you walk out of the shower, wearing one of his over sized t-shirts and some shorts. 

You see Johnny sitting on the couch, engaged in the show playing on TV. You quietly walk up to him, and sit down on his lap. He looks at you with surprise, not noticing that you finished showering. You lightly push his head to focus back on the TV, as you lean back to nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. He smiles before pulling you tightly into his chest. 

You smile, as you turn to watch TV. 

“Hey babe? This morning, when you were on the phone, why did you say you were alone?”, Johnny asks cautiously without looking away from the TV. You look at him curiously when it suddenly dawned to you why Johnny was so angry in the morning. 

“AWWW”, you screech, as you turn to straddle him, pinching his cheeks, “You were angry cause I said I was alone. My giant baby was jealous”

He pushed you lightly, turning his head away from you, a small embarrassed smile graced his face. 

“My boss was asking me if I was alone, cause he was throwing a surprise party for one of my close friends at the office, he didn’t want anyone to know about the party except for me in the morning. I’m sorry babe”, you say, lightly caressing his hair. 

Johnny nods understandingly, as he tilted his head into the palm of your hands. You feel him kiss your forehead before turning his attention back to the TV, his hands lays comfortably on your back. 

Before you know it, you feel yourself relax, listening to the drone of the TV and Johnny’s heartbeat. 

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A/N: I don’t know what this is but it feels very cute. I’ve been busy with school but I am trying. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Feel free to leave a like or comment. Please leave any thoughts that you may have, just try and keep it positive. Once again, thanks for the support :)

And They Were Roommates

Previous part: 1

Warning: mention of emetophobia, angst (if you squint. Reader’s whole personality trait is hating Jaehyun), themes of infidelity, smut. I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything! Enjoy <3

“What do you mean she threw up on you?”

“Dude I was about to finish and next thing I know-”

You’re sat on the couch perched by the table completing a jigsaw puzzle while Johnny sits at the bar conversing with Jaehyun about one of his sex horror stories that you begin to zone in on for a moment but quickly regret it, putting your airpods back in. You had the day off today but you were out of the house for most of it, running errands and catching up with Mark before you two had to part due to his schedule. You couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that ignited whenever his lips met yours when you prepped to part ways because you felt like a cheater and he was the last person on earth that deserved to be backstabbed after everything he did for you. Looking up from your puzzle you spot Johnny peering over at you mouthing words you are unable to make out with your airpods in as your hand comes up to take one out he reiterates.

“We’re gonna catch a movie later.” He says, not asking you but instead informing you.

“What if I don’t wanna go?” You counter.

His expression shows he’s taken aback as he plants his hands on his chest and parts his lips letting out a gasp.

“Did you just say you hate me and that I should die?”

Rolling your eyes and letting out a chuckle you shake your head at his melodramatic attitude. You didn’t mind going to catch a movie with him; you’d done it before and the night ended in him having to restrain himself from uttering another word since every syllable he uttered had you clutching your stomach in laughter.

“I’ll be ready.” You assure him.

“Thank god, Jaehyun, how boring of a roommate are you to have her doing a puzzle on a Saturday night?” He exclaims, flailing his arms around. Your eyes fall on him who is already staring at you with that sharp gaze that makes you wanna run to your room and never come out.

“Not my fault she doesn’t know how to hold a conversation.”

“Why would I want to hold a conversation with you?”

Your tone is sharp, matching your eyes that shoot daggers at him from across the room. It’s not that you aren’t aware of the fact that talking back only fuels the fire between the two of you but you refused to let him have the last word especially after the crap he pulled last time he got you alone. Did he not feel even an ounce of the guilt you felt for what he caused? Him and Mark have been friends way before the two of you lived together. So much for bro code.

“Afraid you might fuck around and like me?” He teases, tongue in cheek with his words while you feel the hair on your skin stand up and your nostrils flare in annoyance so much you nearly forget about Johnny who’s eyes dart between the two of you incessantly.

“Fuck off.” Your jaw clenches as you look at him with the looming urge to punch him in his beautiful face.

“If you guys are gonna fight, at least let me pop some corn.” Johnny quips, laughing at his own joke while you raise a questioning brow at him.

“No? Tough crowd.”

Deciding it’s best to step away for a bit you excuse yourself to your room with the excuse that you’ve left to get ready for the movie. Taking your time to pick out clothes after doing your makeup which you figure is a slight waste since you would be in the dark for the majority of the night but you were desperate to pass the time in your room and you ruled out starting another series on Netflix. Looking over yourself in the mirror you take your phone to glance over your notifications and they hold no substance until a ding sounds and your finger taps on the text message from Mark.

Mark <3: Missing you :(

Your heart swells and deflates at the words on your screen. Even though you did not act on your sudden attraction for Jaehyun you did only an ounce of what you could have to stop him from touching you the way he did but it was still wrong of you to think of another person while you were in a happy and healthy relationship.

You: Miss you too, bub.

Your fingers press send as a knock sounds at your door, startling you.

“Yeah?” You answer, rubbing your glossy lips with another coat of product.

“We’re ready when you are.” Jaehyun’s voice sounds from behind the door causing you to stiffen at the sound of it, hating yourself for wanting to feel his breath on your lips while he utters filthy words to you.

“Be out in a sec!”

You utter a ‘fuck’ under your breath hastily searching for your bag and trailing over to your door to whip it open before your face nearly collides with a chest but your hand squeezes the door knob for leverage and peers up at the face that belongs to the body you nearly crashed into. Your eyes are wide like a deer in headlights before you clear your throat to compose yourself.

“S-sorry I didn’t know you were still behind the door-”

His eyes trail over your attire making you gulp at the way he feels no need to be subtle.

“Can you chill? Seriously, you don’t have to be a fucking cunt all the time.” You spit, before shoving him to the side and turning the corner where you meet Johnny's line of sight, falling into a conversation quickly. His head tilts in resignation at your attitude, he concludes he deserved that one after pushing your buttons in front of Johnny.

“I call front seat.” You chirp when you walk out of the apartment towards Johnny’s truck, hopping in with the help of the ledge that juts out when you open the door of the vehicle. You’re pressing buttons on the radio to occupy yourself while you tune out the men’s voices in the minimal space of the vehicle. The room always felt ten times smaller when Jaehyun is present, somehow sucking the energy out of you through gestures even though his comments did bother you most of the time his aura is what ticked you off.

“You remember Diana?” Johnny’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as you move your eyes from the radio to watch his smirking face.

“Yeah! We’ve only talked a few times but she baked me cookies for my birthday- why?”

You recall the timid girl that sat across from you in your English class occasionally asking you to get coffee and you were surprised to be approached since you were still coming out of your shell as well. She’s beautiful and you had some of the best conversations with her.

“I asked her out and she said yes.”

Your heart soars for your friend. It was easy for people to like him since he has the looks and personality everyone searches for but he never felt a deep connection with any girl he “dated”, meanwhile every girl he ever dated fell in love with him and he never stayed present long enough to catch them.

“She’s so sweet! You guys vibe?”

Jaehyun chimes in, poking at Johnny’s cheek from the backseat with a smirk.

“My boy’s in it for a good time.” He laughs, peering over at you with an indisputable look in his eye making you roll yours.

“Are you not emotionally drained making everything about sex? Where’s the fun in that?”

You couldn’t help but be bothered by his take on the subject. Sure you had your fair share of meaningless hook-ups but they all left you with that same feeling of emptiness and at your age now you only gave real relationships you feel would make you grow to be a better person with the whoever you ended up spending your life with.

“The fun is in the sex.” Answering like it is the most obvious thing in the world, his dimpled smile comes into view as he replies to your serious question and you are reminded why you despised him in the first place; no longer clouded by lust or the feeling to put all the energy you put into hating him into finding the good in him. You have seen all you needed to. The ride to the theater remains silent and you arrive, eyes looking up at the huge menu displayed on the wall behind the concession stand before your hand taps Johnny on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom.” He nods.

“Yeah, what do you want?” He gestures to the concessions.

Rummaging through your purse to hand him your credit card you scan your eyes over the menu.

“Uhh nachos and a medium pepsi.” You say while your hand is still held out waiting for his to take it. He grimaces at the sight of it.

“Take the card, Suh.” You go to grab his hand but he moves it from your vicinity, a frown forming upon your lips.

“I got it. Go.”

He flips you around, pushing you towards the restrooms before going to stand next to Jaehyun who’s waiting in line. You trail to the restroom and wash your hands hastily drying them before your eyes land on your face in the mirror. Right then your phone rings; the tone hits the walls of the restroom making it louder than you expect as your eyes read the name on the screen and your finger finds its path to the green button before you put it to your ear.

“Hey you.” You declare, adding a tinge of sultry to your voice nearly cringing when you depict it in your speech.

“Hey. How’s my favorite girl?” Mark’s voice fills your gut with butterflies and guilt all at once. The combination poisonous as it spreads to the top of your fucking skull.

“I’m alright. You done workin’?”

Your palm rubs against the counter to suppress the nerves his voice on the line induce.

“Yeah it got pretty slow so boss let me out early-”

His voice seems to fade out as the door of the restroom swings open and your neck looks up from your phone to the mirror to see who it is- expecting a stranger to walk in but Jaehyun’s eyes meet yours quickly as your lips form a thin line.

“What are you up to, baby?”

You hear the question and your senses feel like they have disconnected as he steps towards you, peering down at you while you look at the ceiling to maintain the loss of eye contact.

“Baby, you there?”

His neck cranes down, moving your hair out of the way purposely letting his fingertips graze the back of your neck.

“Y-yeah I’m actually at the theater.” You curse yourself for the way your neck automatically tilts at his touch, giving in while you struggle to remain aware of your boyfriend’s voice.

“Oh? You went alone?”

You nearly shake your head before you realize he can’t see you.

“No. I’m with Johnny and Jaehyun.” You exhale, nudging the man behind you with your elbow emitting a groan of agony from him.

“What are y’all gonna see?”

Jaehyun goes to lean on the tiled wall of the restroom, staring you down ambiguously.

“Johnny wanted me to come along so I just went along- I was actually working on a puzzle at home and now I’m in the restroom talking to you.” You ramble making your boyfriend chuckle.

“Cute. Tell the boys I say hello and let me know if you get home safe, alright?”

You hear the clicking of his car and come up with the conclusion he must be driving himself home from work now.

“Alright. Love you, bub.”

“Love you too, babe.”

The line cuts there as he hangs up and you let your hand fall from your ear, putting the phone away in your pocket. Jaehyun remains wordless with his arms crossed, jaw clenched for a reason you don’t know. Your brow raises as a way of saying ‘what was that?’

“The uh movie’s about to start.”

You nod, “I was just on my way out.”

The silence holds tension as you dry your damp palms on your jeans.

“Listen-I’m sorry, okay?-”

Your fingers fluff your hair out in the mirror idly while his eyes remain focused on you but you react in a way that shows you are not phased

“For what exactly? Making me feel guilty for feelings you have for me or being an asshole?” You spit shamelessly, recalling the way he spoke in the car.

“All of it. I shouldn’t intrude on what you and Mark have going on.” The look in his eyes shows sincerity, differing from the pompous attitude he held up in the car.

This is what you wanted so you nod; not adding or rejecting the words he says because it no longer matters. Not when you and his best friend are happily together and he cares for you much more than Jaehyun ever could because as he admitted in the car; lust is the only thing motivating him to feel anything for you. This condition was seamless, he’d leave you alone. This apology is now timelessly effective.

“Great. See ya out there.” Before he can say anything, you are out of his sight and he is left with the swinging sound of the door.

-

There’s a lot of things that come with being a girlfriend; a good one at that. There’s holding hands, gift-giving, and the occasional late-night phone conversations discussing what you would do the next time you met up with one another. Mark is one of the most affectionate people you’ve ever been with; attentive to your mood switches but never pestering you regarding the matter and when time permitted he’d fuck the absolute shit out of you. You were more than surprised with his performance given the way he usually came off gentle but you had come to find out that you judged so incorrectly.

You recall the first time it happened, laid on his bed and working on assignments since he insisted he felt most productive with you around and you obliged, taking your textbook over to his room, putting a good dent in your calculus homework until you heard him shuffling across the room to trail over to you with dark eyes, differing from the usual dark brown. His hand pushed your textbook closed, sliding it to the ground while your lips fell open in exasperation and his hand made its way to your thigh before you crane your neck up to look up from the book that was now splayed on the ground to peer up at him with a pout.

“What-”

Lips met yours and you immediately forgot about the textbook, letting your fingers tangle themselves in his bleached strands, moaning into his mouth giving the chance for his warm tongue to slide between your lips. You become aware of his hard-on rubbing your thigh, pulling away for a moment to look at him with curious eyes, a smirk decorating his slightly swollen lips.

“I don’t mean to be so straight forward but is it too early in our relationship for me to fuck you?”

Mark’s vulgar words ignite a heat in your tummy before it resides in between your legs as he presses himself between your legs.

“Nuh-uh.”

That’s all it takes for sounds of fabric tearing and you are trying to keep up with his rough kisses and quick hands that palm your breast through your shirt before he pulls it down to wrap his lips around your pert nipple and your lungs forget how to act while your back arches into his touch, forgetting how it felt to have someone pleasure you. His mouth meets yours in a searing kiss while his hands pull your white, lacey panties down before carelessly throwing them to the other side of the room and his lips trail kisses down to where you need the most attention, letting his warm breath meet your clit devoiding it of care as he sucks on the skin of your thighs surely leaving gifts for you to view later. Your whimpers are incessant as he continues his torture and his fingers brush down your slit making you shudder.

“Sensitive little thing aren’t you?”

“More please.” You plead.

His fingers rub against your entrance, coating your arousal evenly before slipping one inside of you emitting a sigh of relief from you while your back arches into his touch. It was too good that your hands found themselves going to grab at his wrist but his free hand caught them, smacking you away for you to seek shelter in the sheets around you. His lips press against your clit, softly kissing it while adding a finger to further the stretch, pumping them out at a quicker pace while the obscene sound of squelching meets the wall along with your mewls while you try not to moan too loudly. Your senses feel like they’re mushed as your vision blurs and your body vibrates as Mark hums against your pussy and before you can register it ecstasy thrums through you. Your teeth bite down on your index and you only realize when you open your eyes to peer down at your boyfriend who’s lip glistens with your release. He climbs up so his face is near yours again, your thumb gliding across his coated lips before you bring it to your mouth, giggling at nothing in particular while Mark’s gaze stays on your face. Your lips meet his for a moment before you move them down to his neck, licking and sucking at his tan skin while your hand goes to tug his length out of his shorts.  A sharp exhale from his lips encourages you to continue your movements as his skin heats up against yours and he pushes you away, pinning your wrists on either side of your head while you squeal at the swift motion but enjoy the firm grip he keeps on you.

“Tell me how bad you want me.” He whispers into your ear, letting the tip of his nose graze yours before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Your hips rise to grind your center against his length and his body presses against you to halt your advances, feeling his bare length brush against you.

“Want you so bad.” You plead shamelessly.

Flipped onto your stomach in a split second you feel his tip glide across your slit deliciously before he slips himself into you without any warning and you feel like the air is too thin to breathe in, your mind foggy with pleasure as his hips set a sensual pace while your shallow gasps sound. Your head is buried into the pillow, muffling your sounds until you feel his hand hold your neck firmly while his other hand has its fingertips pressing into your waist.

“Wanna hear you.”

You grunt in response as his pace quickens and the obscene sounds of skin against skin hits the walls and his dick brushes your g-spot repeatedly making your eyes roll to the back of your head, pushing your ass up to him automatically giving into the heat you feel unfurl through your core. His hands never stop wandering as he accommodates you by gripping your upper arms to pull you against him all while his hard thrusts never falter. You were insane for ever doubting him for even a second, mentally apologizing for your fault; for even thinking of Jaehyun the way you did when you had something so good and healthy with Mark.

“M’ gonna cum.” You declare breathlessly, laying your head on Mark’s chest while he wraps an arm around you to keep your incapable body against him while his other hand goes to play with your clit forming stars in your vision.

“T-too good.”

A chuckle rumbles through his firm chest. “You’re not gonna take what I give you baby?”

The motherfucker knows you can’t respond while his cock is literally brushing your cervix.

“Want me to stop fucking you, hm?”

In fear of him halting his movements you muster words through your shallow pants.

“No! Please make me cum!”

His hands palm your breasts, adding to the stimulation and you swear you are on cloud nine when your vision goes out for a moment but it has no importance when the most brain-wracking orgasm thrums through you while he fucks you through it holding you tighter against him like he’s afraid you’ll disappear in thin air. Peppering gentle kisses on your neck, differing to the sins he committed on your body.

“Shit.” He says when he notices the wetness on his sheets. You come to, looking down at the moisture dripping down your thighs and the wet spots on the sheets, clenching around him in embarrassment.

“Fuck, I didn’t-” You began declaring an apology before his lips meet yours, straying soon after.

“That was so fucking hot.” He smiles, pressing his lips to yours again while his hands glide all over your sweaty body.

This is good. Things are good. You just had to learn how to ignore the looming thoughts of someone you swore could beat the standard your boyfriend reached.

-

Back at the shared apartment you mostly stayed in your room working on assignments that were not due for several weeks with the hopes of avoiding Jaehyun who became strangely cordial towards you with the reciprocation of that attitude from you. This new energy between you ignited a pain within you because his apology was sincere and he backed up his words with the way he interacted with you daily. Shutting your laptop closed, you pad your way to the kitchen for a drink of water, grabbing one from the fridge hastily before chugging down half the bottle. Shuffling is heard from down the hall making you turn to see where the sound is coming from to spot a head of wet hair that leads down a bare torso to a white towel obstructing your view of the rest of your roommate’s body; not that you had any reason to want to see any of it. Jaehyun is quick to enter his room, oblivious of your stunned figure standing in the kitchen losing your breath over the sight of him. Averting your gaze back to your water bottle, you sigh out in an attempt to clear your head. All this time you put all the frustration you had pent up for him towards hating him and it made sense then but now you were simply classified as a bitch if you were mean to him when he was so nice to you now. The door of his bedroom opens again making your neck turn towards the sound of his footsteps meeting his friendly grin with a similar expression.

“You alright?” He says with a quirked brow. You nod quickly, picking up your water as a poor way to mask your fidgeting.

“Just dehydrated is all.”

He frowns, placing his hand on your forehead checking your temperature.

“What are you-”

“Feel sick at all? I know with school starting and all it’s anxiety inducing.”

The Med student in him rears its head as he takes his hand away from your forehead and glances at you intently waiting for a response while you stand with your mouth agape thinking of a coherent sentence because he’s so attractive and you are such a bad person and such a bad girlfriend.

“I-I’m alright, really. It’s very sweet of you to check.” You chuckle as a toothy smile spreads across his face and you swear you see his eyes glimmer in the kitchen's lighting. He spares you another smile before darting his eyes to a spot behind you before his gaze meets yours again.

“I’m making us dinner tonight-”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush at the way his words come out and he notices the look on your face at the way the words could be interpreted after he swore he was changing phases with you. No amount of him being a jerk would make you fall for him like an idiot-plus you are dating his best friend. Jaehyun shakes his head, scoffing at his words that he wishes he could erase from the air as he clears his throat to utter an apology to you a soft palm slaps his arm playfully.

“No way, what are you making?- Can I help?” You perk enthusiastically, looking up at him with wide eyes. He recalls that look in your eyes from New Years as you looked up at Mark with hazy eyes in your vulnerable intoxicated state but now you are fully sober and there is nothing to blame it on other than the sheer fact that you had no idea what effect you have on him. You had no clue what he was willing to put on the line for you- for just a taste-

“Jaehyun?” You repeated as he stood frozen, glaring at you with his dark eyes that blink incessantly as he snaps out of it.

“Sorry- brain’s lagging from all the studying- but why don’t you go wash up and I’ll handle dinner.”

Your lips form a frown as you become vigilant of his usual aura becoming invisible- usually he seemed so certain in all of his actions with all of the smart comments he’d shoot at you when the possibility of being cordial was never presented. The scolding water hitting your skin in the shower makes the thoughts in your head run wild. Was it a bit masochistic to say you prefer the way things were before? What was there to even talk about with him now? Climate change or the way the economy was ready to fail us all? A groan rattles through you as you slide your bare body down the tiled wall of the shower. Hating him was much more fun than this. Finally ending your pathetic excuse of a pity party you dress yourself in an oversized pullover that definitely belonged to Mark along with shorts before padding out of the steamy bathroom with your damp curls sticking to the nape of your neck. It seems Jaehyun had everything set up for dinner prior to informing you about it since the table is already set with two plates that consist of generous portions. Setting the last utensil down he looks up at you with raised brows.

“There you are. Feeling better?”

You forget what he is referring to and think you have been caught and that he somehow heard your thoughts in the shower causing you to stand rigid with wide eyes as he tilts his head awaiting an answer.

“Oh yeah. All good. Food looks great, by the way.” Your feet pad over to the chair pulling it out before sitting down feeling eyes burn a hole through your form. He takes that as his cue to take a seat across from you who struggles to meet his eyes, a visible wince evident when you finally do.

“I hope it’s not too spicy.”

You shake your head at his words, cutting a piece of the chicken on your plate and popping it into your mouth, eyes widening at how good the food is.

“No way this is actually good.”

An offended gasp comes from him. “You’re surprised I can conjure up a decent meal?”

A chuckle comes from you, hand coming up to cover your mouth. “Honestly?”

His eyes form a squint along with the appearance of the craters in his cheeks. “That would be preferred.”

“Surprised is an understatement.” You jab playfully.

The tension seems to wither away as you fork away at the contents on your plate, finishing most of it before you lean back in your seat absentmindedly watching the way his jaw clenches when he chews before your eyes catch the veins in his larger hands and you don’t realize that he’s watching you gnaw on your index finger while you blatantly gawk at his hands-he swears he’s imagining the far away look on your face because although he is focusing on being better towards you that changes none of the desires he holds for you but he’s determined to stray away from the asshole you coined him as. It’s not until he goes to stand up that your eyes move up to look him in the eye.

“Let me help with the dishes.” You softly declare through your pouty lips and he swears his knees buckle at the sight of them. You’re quick on your feet when you rise from your chair, taking his plate from his hands to trail over to the sink with them, running warm water over the plates and you turn to find him bringing over the cups. You quietly thank him as you let the sponge scrub against the porcelain while his warmth radiates on to you as he stands near you. The only thing that can be heard is the water's movement while you rinse the silverware of the soapy substance before setting them on the rack to dry all while you try to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning into your skin. You turn your neck to meet his eyes. He sports a grin on his face as he just gazes at you in silence.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

Your damp hands forget about ever washing the dishes as your eyes blink multiple times and you are struggling to generate a response.

“Of course. Thanks for dinner.”

A silent nod is all he returns before he wishes you a goodnight, leaving you breathless as you soon hear the click of his shutting bedroom door.

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the art of destruction [teaser]

jisung x gn!reader

teaser word count: 0.508k

genre(s): angst, fluff, romance, heartbreak, all that good stuff

tw!: none so far

coming soon!

when you love someone collab

spiritually, the raven is told to be a bird that brings wisdom, affection, and healing. however, ravens are also told to be birds that bring darkness and the great void from their jet black skin. when the lives of two raven-haired teenagers clash, one will love and one will destroy. there is a consequence for loving, for caring but that destruction, that darkness goes unseen by those around them for weeks and when recognized, it might just be too late.

lowercase intentional!

10:56 AM [reader pov]

as your three-hour poetry lecture comes to an end, your professor calls you up to read the last stanza of the Edgar Allan Poe piece you were reading. “there is no exquisite beauty" you pause, "without some strangeness in the proportion.” you read aloud to your poetry course. your eyes quickly scan the faces of your peers, uninterested in whatever it is you're talking about. most of them are only here, only choosing to take this course because it's an easy A, something a freshman could pass.

you sigh deeply, focusing your attention back to the book like everyone else when a loud noise scared you. you looked to your right, eyes meeting with a jet black bird that flew through the window at your head. you duck in fear as the bird takes a tour of the room and flies right out, which seemed to wake everybody up. you had been seeing these birds for a while - when you were on your way to school, when you were hanging out with friends, or when you were looking outside of your window - and they always make you feel weird, like they're supposed to mean something. but you never knew what.

later that day, noon

"poetry was horrible!" you exclaim to your friend. you're sitting on a park bench with her as you eat the burgers you received from your mother. "nobody paid attention and a bird flew at my head." you frowned when she shook her head softly, failing to mask her giggles. "a bird flew at your head?" you nod and sulk, taking a bite of your burger. another bird flew to the ground and landed near your feet. it looks up and calls out to you, calm and sweet. then it shrieks and you flinch, your friend creeped out. "now that, was weird. it's like it hates you or something."

a few meters away, you see a very tall boy. he's walking what looks to be a big, white, fluffy samoyed on the park path. the samoyed stops, sniffs, and runs; dragging the poor boy along with him. you look up at the sky and take another bite of your burger, but stop to feel something wet coming in contact with your exposed calves.

you look down again and come face to face with the samoyed, behind the dog is the boy stopping to catch his breath. you lift the burger up in question, silently asking the puppy if he wants some. the puppy wags his tail with his tongue out, then jumps up and down until you comply and break off a piece of your burger to give to him.

"come on nono, come here, boy." the tall boy calls out. "I'm sorry for that," he says gruffly. "it's okay, he's pretty cute and I love puppies." the expression on the boy's face is unreadable, unrecognizable, almost like he wants to ask you something but he turns with the puppy's leash clutched in his large hand and walks home.