nyann

Requested: yes

Words: 1400+

Warnings: smut, sub!taeyong, dom!reader, toys, pegging, orgasm denial, (somewhat) public sex, kinda vanilla tbh

A/N: combined two requests into one fic, hope you like it!

Prima | Ten Social Media AU | Masterlist Maybe he doesn’t really understand the hype around her. Maybe he still thinks she’s really cute. What of it?

intro | part i | part ii | part iii & part iii.v | part iv | part v & part v.v | part vi | part vii & part vii.v | part viii | part ix & part ix.v | part x | part xi & part xi.v | part xii | part xiii & part xiii.v | part xiv | part xv | outro

pairing: lee taeyong x reader, punk! taeyong   genre/warnings: fluff, smut words: 9,754

summary: you have a crush on the guy who works at your local record store and you don’t know what to do about it. He couldn’t possibly like you back, could he?

suju version here; exo version here; nct version here; monsta x version here; if you’d like to request a reaction or fake texts, check my rules here 💌 

Irene

Affable. I feel like Irene would be the kind of person who tries their very best not to end up falling in love but the person they kinda like (but they pretend its pure hatred) would end up doing something cute like pouting or mispronouncing something and… that’s it. She’s in love with them. She’d appreciate your honesty and give you the exact same back, seeing it as a virtue in any kind of relationship. I think I might be using the wrong kind of word but try to understand… she’d be a little uptight? Not to the extreme, but it might just be because I see all leaders as the same - little things get to them. Anyway, she’s an Aries which is great because fire signs will always make sure you’re happy and enjoying your life, and I think she’d secretly be a little romantic. Not too much though, you’d only see it when she’s in a very specific mood. Romance is great in consideration, okay?

Seulgi

Endearing. Whilst Seulgi might steer clear of any love you try to give her, claiming she’s too good for you or something of the sorts, she’d still be rather innocent and sweet at heart. She needs a little more time to actually fall in love with you, and if you wait for that extra time you’re going to get back what you missed out on. She may be a little hard to read sometimes, and it may feel like sometimes she’s mad at you when really she’s not mad at anyone she just forgot to smile and if you ever pointed it out, she’d do whatever she could to make it up to you. You’ll notice it more and more over time but she rather does enjoy your company to others and will pick sitting with you all night under the stars than going out to an overly busy place where she doesn’t just get to listen to you. It’s no joke, she would low key idolise you, and you should treasure that.  

Wendy 

Dreamer. Being a pisces, she’ll end up falling for people a lot. Because of this, any real feelings she gets for someone will be deeply questioned in the fear of ever being hurt; expect her to be somewhat reserved when you two get closer, especially compared to how close you were when you two got together. When she realises that her feelings are returned and that this isn’t just another person she’d randomly fallen for, don’t expect to get rid of her. She’s not the most romantic but is open with how she feels about you and isn’t ashamed to send an I love you text on the daily. She likes to daydream a lot and you know what that means! She knows a lot about what she wants in the future, so you’ll soon become part of all the daydreams she has. Will 100% ask for your opinion of her musical work and will often ask you for advice since she trusts you the most.

Joy

Incomparable. Like some of the others, she will take a while to fall in love. Not because she is scared or anything, more that she’s picky with who she goes to. Virgo fashion, you know. Little things are likely to get to her, like your height and the way you you talk when you’re speaking to a group and how stupid your jokes are. But if you manage to fit her standards, as weird as they may be, don’t expect anything less than everything. When you first start dating she’ll be overly nice to you in the fear that you might pack up and leave if she isn’t like that, but once she’s sure you feel the same it will be far more comfortable between the two of you. Sometimes she might be rather innocent but don’t ever doubt her intelligence, she probably knows more than you ever will but doesn’t lead onto it. She may sometimes struggle with what ifs, so make sure that you reassure of what wills instead. 

Yeri

Spirited. Yeri will never accept being your second option, so bear this in mind at all times. If you like her, love her even, make sure she knows. A pisces is always subject to their emotions and she won’t want to get hurt, so the quicker you tell her about how you feel the better. Don’t play games with people like this, it’s not fair on them. One thing that she’ll value is communication, so make sure to not only text her in the mornings and nights, but be open. She might not want to face up to her responsibilities but if she has to, she will. Especially if you’re the one telling her if there’s a problem or something she needs to do. If you need her to do something, anything, she’s happy to do it for you. The only thing she expects back from you is someone to cuddle with, tell her that they love her and a shoulder to cry on when things get too much. 

sicheng/yuta, poly!au, also non-famous au, masterlist 💌

the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place\

❝he always tries to smile. he has to, even if he only thinks it’s a subconscious feeling of nothingness, he has to smile. even when he feels sickened to the core, and he’s beginning to hate himself and everything around him, he still smiles. not for himself, but for someone that means more to him than anything else ever could.

?? x Reader.

>>overall warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions/suggestions of infidelity

>>He was your cousin’s friend. That’s how you always called him, how you would describe your relationship–to other people at least.

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It’s always been a summer thing.

Since you were five years old, your older cousin, Taeil, would always come over to visit you to play. And as years pass, he ends up being an older brother figure to you.

You loved Taeil despite how dorky and annoyingly affectionate he can get, but he’s always cared for you as long as you can remember.

You can’t even express your joy when your parents informed you that he would have to be moving into your home next year so his commute to university wouldn’t be so far.

You were 15 when you helped move his stuff in, taking pride that you cleaned up the guest room for him. In return, he promised to play you music whenever you liked. It was his major, of course.

You turned to him when certain topics for your subjects were too complicated for you to comprehend and he took his time to explain the concepts until you’ve understood them.

And you always made sure to thank him in the form of freshly baked goods for him to snack on during his classes.

It took about another year for Taeil to be comfortable enough to bring friends over to either study together or simply hangout. You didn’t join them at first, not wanting to intrude and thought a bunch of college students wouldn’t want a high schooler to mingle with them.

But you were lounging on the couch one day, browsing through channels on the televising when the front door opened.

“I’m home!” You recognized Taeil’s voice, sitting up and ready to reply until he follows up his statement with, “I have company!”

Instinctively, you fix yourself; pulling your boxers down and straightening your shirt. Just as you pull your sleeve back over your shoulder, Taeil pops his head at the doorway.

“Oh, hey. I have friends over.” He walks inside and ushers his friends to follow. In comes in a couple of other guys you’ve seen before, but never really interacted with.

Up close, you notice that all of them were taller than Taeil. Seeing them surround your cousin made him look–more mature?

“Uh, yeah. Hi. I’ll be in my room, then.” You hop off the couch and make your way pass them, avoiding eye contact with his friends.

“You can hang out with us, you know.” Taeil suggests, “We’ll be ordering pizza.”

“Maybe later? I’m feeling a little sleepy. I was only looking for a channel to sleep on.”

He nods, letting you go and promising to wake you up when the pizza arrives. Finally escaping the sudden ambush of testosterone, you hide away inside your room and flop onto your bed.

You don’t have much guy friends and honestly speaking, they intimidated you(or probably the other way around.) The boys you’ve met are obnoxious and are nothing like Taeil, the only boy you actually considered your friend.

Girls your age have had boyfriends, but you’ve chose to remain celibate (as they tease you) and single. You were a hopeless romantic, your perception on love largely influenced by the fairytales you grew up on, movies and series you’ve binge watched, Taeil’s first love, and of course, your parents’ love story. You’ve fantasized about your ideal perfect first love story, how you want it to play out. You only really needed the guy.

You’re introverted and shy, you tend to block off any advances made towards you before they can even open their mouths. Your friends have suggested that you try older guys since you just couldn’t get along with boys in your year. But the only older guy you knew was Taeil…

“[Y/N]? Pizzas are here.” You hear a knock and your cousin’s voice on the other side of the door.

“I’ll be down in a minute.” You sigh. So much for a nap.

When you get down to the living room, Taeil and his friends were feasting on the pizza with the television paused on some movie.

“Oh, there she is.” Taeil smiles at you, “I don’t think I’ve ever introduced you to my friends, [Y/N].”

“Yeah, we practically know you already from his stories.” The guy seated on the armchair scoffs. He had chocolate brown hair that matched his eyes and a chiseled chin. “Hi, I’m Yuta.”

“Hi.” You quietly reply, taking a seat on the floor by the coffee table and offering him a polite smile.

“I’m Johnny.” The one beside you wipes his hand clean with a tissue before offering it to you. You shake his hand briefly.

“I’m Hansol.” The one farthest from you quips, awkwardly waving his hand.

“Oh, the best friend?”

Hansol grins, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, the best friend.”

“Hey! Why don’t we have titles like Hansol?” Yuta, as you remember, complains.

“Yuta is the fuckboy and I’m also known as Chicago.” Johnny snickers as he easily dodges a throw pillow Yuta hurls at him.

Your brows furrowed in confusion at Johnny’s title. “Chicago?”

“Born and raised there. Moved here to Korea to study.”

“Ah.” You take a slice of pizza from the box and start eating it.

“Wait, that means you’re the one behind the cookies Taeil brings to class?” Hansol leans forward to grab his can of soda off the table. “Those are really delicious.”

You feel your cheeks warm a little. “Thank you.”

Yuta comments, once more, about how he’s never had any of the said cookies and Johnny retaliates, this time, Taeil joins him. As you watch in amusement at how they bicker, you catch Hansol looking at you in the corner of your eyes.

You meet his gaze, wondering why he was staring, and you blush once more when he simply smiles at you.

Starting that day, Taeil let you hangout with them whenever he invited them over. Johnny cared for you like how Taeil does, treating you like the little sister he’s never had. Yuta flirts with you, but it was all in good nature and as Taeil had explained, it was something that came naturally with Yuta. Hansol helped you with your studies, going as far as tutoring you every weekend either at home or at the library.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you started looking forward to your tutoring sessions with Hansol. You were always eager to meet him wherever and you always took extra time to make sure the cookies you pay him with are baked to perfection. You started to dress up a bit; wearing a little more makeup, putting on sweet, vanilla perfume, and trying out different hairstyles.

Your efforts didn’t go to waste. Hansol noticed every change you made; complimenting your hair before starting the session, commenting on the vanilla scent his nose picks up when you answer problem sets on your notebook, and mindlessly plays with your hair when it wasn’t tied up.

When you got the results of the test that determined whether or not you would repeat the grade back, you almost cried at the near perfect score. You ran right up to Hansol when you saw him walking up to your doorstep, right on time for your tutoring session, and threw your arms around him, crying about how you wouldn’t be able to pass the grade without his help.

He was laughing while he tried to wrestle you off of him, finally pushing you away and keeping you still by holding you by your shoulders.

“I passed! I’m moving onto junior year!”

“That’s great! Congratulations!”

You shake your head, “I couldn’t have done it without you! I really owe you big time.”

Hansol lets go of you, straightening his back as he chews on his lower lips in contemplation. You’ve spent so much time sitting down together that you never really appreciated how tall he was.

“Well, my dance team and I will be performing tomorrow night. I’d like it if you’d watch.”

Taeil had often told you about Hansol’s hobby of dancing, telling you stories of the times he and the others watched him practice or on stage.

Your cousin couldn’t make it because his own recital would be coming up and he had to rehearse his pieces, so he had Yuta take you.

“I feel like a babysitter.” He grumbles, which makes you laugh.

“I’m sorry. Did you have plans?” Your seats were pretty good; a little to the right of the middle section of the auditorium and closer to the front.

Yuta shrugs, “No, not really. I wanted to go somewhere but I heard my ex-girlfriend was there and I’d rather not run into that psycho.”

“Oh, I take it she didn’t handle the break up well?”

He scoffs, “She broke up with me, but the second I try to talk to anyone else, she’d start claiming me even though she’s with someone else.”

You cringe a bit, not knowing how to react to it, “So you’ve been single ever since?”

“Yeah, I’d rather have fun for now.”

There was voice that came over the speakers, announcing the program will begin in a few minutes and the crowd impatiently hollers. You shift in your seat a bit, a little excited to see Hansol dance for the first time.

“Is Hansol a great dancer?”

Yuta snorts, “He’s an amazing dancer. He was born to dance. His team would be nothing without him.”

You caught yourself before asking if Hansol was single; yeah, he flirted with you, but you confirmed if he was taken or not. But Yuta catches it; your hesitation, and it doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together.

“He’s single, you know. He’s never been in a serious relationship, only because girls take him for granted. He’s into you, too, so you should tell him that you like him before someone beats you to it.”

His frank suggestion causes you to blush. Were you that obvious?

Before you could answer back, the light dims and the crowd around you erupts into cheers. The shadows of multiple people run onto the stage and into their positions, double checking their spots.

In the corner of your eye, you see Yuta lean in closer.

“Get ready to fall in love with Ji Hansol.”

And maybe you should have taken Yuta’s warning a little seriously because you found yourself completely entranced by Hansol; his fierce expressions and passionate movements had you captivated. As the next songs were performed, your heart flipped with every smirk he’d give or mischievous smile he’d beam.

At one point, he had a solo stage. A loose dress shirt fell over his wide shoulders and black slacks covered his long legs. A guy behind you screams his name and his buddies laugh at him for breaking the silence as they wait for the music for his solo dance to begin. It’s thanks to this guy that Hansol was able to spot you, eyes lighting up when they lock with yours and a small smile creeping up his face that made your heart skip a beat.

“Ah,” Yuta nods to himself, but speaks in a hushed tone loud enough for you to hear, “This one’s for you.”

The song starts and it’s a male cover of Ariana Grande’s “Into You.” The whole dance was powerful, yet sensual, and Hansol made sure to look at you whenever he could. To say you were amazed was an understatement. You were completely enthralled with each lithe movement Hansol made on stage. It was hard to believe someone who was so shy and awkward on a daily basis had so much confidence under a spotlight.

The concert finishes with one final dance number from all of the dancers and before you could even applaud along with the audience, Yuta is pushing you off of your seat and ushering you out of the auditorium.

“He-Hey! Yuta, wait!”

“Be quiet and just follow me before the family members flock towards the backstage.” He waves at an usherette, sending her a wink that causes her to blush before stepping aside and letting both of you pass by.

You walk closer to him as the hallway starts to echo with the sound of excited, cheering people growing louder with each footstep.

Yuta leads you through a door where he is quick to grab Hansol as he passes by.

“Congrats, dude! You were awesome as always.” He slaps his shoulder.

Hansol laughs, thanking him while running a small towel over his nape. His eyes drift to you and, for some reason, you wave at him.

“Hey.” He side-eyes Yuta, who quickly excuses himself in a mischievous voice. Returning his attention to you, he smiles. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Yeah! I mean,” You clear your throat, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic. “You were amazing.”

“Thanks, I-”

“Hey, Sol.”

Both of you turn to see a girl sporting the same sweaty shirt he was walk up to you. She flashes you a polite grin before looking up at Hansol. “Soonyoung is asking if he can hitch with us to the afterparty.”

“Yeah, there should be room for one more.” He shrugs his shoulders and she nods.

“Okay, I’ll go tell him. We’ll wait by your car then.”

“Be there in a few.”

During the entire exchange, you couldn’t help but admire how cute they were together. This girl was a little taller than you and her height difference with Hansol looked so ideal. From his body language, you could tell he was comfortable around her like how he is with Taeil and the others.

You jump a bit when she looks at you and smile once more before turning on her heel and walking away.

“Sorry. That was Sora, my teammate. I’m driving us to the afterparty at the abandoned skating rink. Do you want to come?”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude. I wasn’t able to ask my parents about it and besides, didn’t you say there was only room for one more in your car?”

His face turns red as he chuckles, “Oh yeah. Well, maybe next time?”

You nod your head, “You should go. Your teammates are waiting.”

“How are you going home?”

Before he can finish his question, Yuta throws an arm over his shoulders and pulls him down a bit.

“I’m her designated babysitter for tonight so I’ll be taking her home.”

Hansol hums, glancing at you. As he opens his mouth to say something, he’s cut off by another teammate of his; calling his name and to hurry up. He turns his head to the person, screaming an annoyed “Okay! I’ll be right there!”

Yuta lets out an amused whistle. “Don’t drink and drive, Sol.”

“We’ll probs crash there. I’ll go now. Take care going home.” He says this while holding eye contact with you, looking a little reluctant to leave.

“A-ah, yeah. Thanks. Congrats again and have fun.” You stutter out, glancing at the voice that called out Hansol once more.

He groans, waving a hand at you and Yuta before he runs off.

You expected Yuta to tease you on the way home; call out all the awkwardness and tension between you and his friend, but he had surprisingly kept it out of the topic. He had rather pestered you with requests of baking some goods for him since Taeil and Hansol never thought of keeping some for him to try.

“You didn’t really have to accompany me to the concert. I can commute on my own, you know.” You sigh when you can vaguely make out the structure of your house down the street.

“And have Taeil rain hell down upon me? I don’t think so. Besides, I always go to Sol’s performances; usually with the other guys, but they’re both busy with uni so I’m glad you went.” Yuta stretches his arms up, letting out a little yawn. “Man, I hope Johnny didn’t eat my last cup of ramen.”

“In case he hadn’t, there should be some leftover bread rolls at home. They’re best dipped in ramen soup.

He looks at you, amused. “Did you make them?”

“Of course!” You pretend to flip your hair with your hand, making him laugh.

When both of you reach the front porch of your home, he insists on waiting outside while you grab the bread you had promised him. You find them in their usual tupperware and took one of your mom’s recyclable grocery bags from the drawer.

“I have to ask you to return the tupperware and bag since it’s my mom’s. I promise to bake you something fresh as a way to thank you for tonight.” You tell him, handing the bag over.

“Really?” He grins for a split second before quickly taking the bag in one hand and holding out the other, pinky finger sticking out.

You scoff, “I’m not a child! You don’t think I can keep a promise by word?”

“Hey!” He pouts, “I am a firm believer of pinky promises.”

“What are you? Five?” You laugh, nonetheless linking your pinky to his when you realize he was dead serious. “Thanks again for tonight. Take care.”

Yuta shuffles your hair, much to your dismay. “And thanks for the bread! G’night [Y/N].”

You close and lock the door once he steps off the porch. Bounding up to your room, you knock on Taeil’s ajar door; only to find him asleep already with sheet music around him. Silently giggling, you close the lights and door before proceeding to your own room.

As you got ready for bed, your mind wandered off back to the performance. Cheeks heating up at the memory of how completely mesmerized you were by Hansol. You press a hand onto your chest, feeling your heart beat faster.

Is this what it’s like to fall in love?

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next chapter: 01

A/N: //squint and you’ll see yusol// yay this is finally out, and a few more chapter, the taste of regret can finally debut lol I also wanted it to be a surprise who the actual rebound it (hence the multiple rewriting of this post) but eh it’s so obvious who

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