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Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (ft. Han Jisung & Seo Changbin) Genre: Fluff Words: 1324 Warnings: strong language, suggestive content

“Heeeey, Channie~” she grinned, leaning over his chair.

Chan sighed with a smile, his head dropping and closing his laptop. He turned in his seat to raise an eyebrow at his best friend, “What is it, Y/N?”

“I need your advice. You give such good advice.” She plopped back onto the sofa in his studio, leaning forward with big eyes.

‘Oh she definitely wants something. She only pouts like that when she wants something.’

“Alright, talk to me. What’s going on?”

He reached for his water, taking a sip while he waited expectantly. Y/N fiddled with her fingers for a moment.

“Can you give me advice on how to make a guy like me?”

Chan choked.

“I’m sorry, what?” He coughed, “Can you repeat that?”

Y/N huffed, “Nevermind, it’s stupid. I’ll just flirt like I normally would.” She went to stand, but Chan grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit back onto the couch.

“Why are you asking me this?” Chan sighed, “You’ve never had a problem flirting and getting the guys you want before.”

Y/N looked away, refusing to make eye contact. “Yeah, but this guy’s different. We’re friends, and we goof around all the time. I don’t want him to think I’m joking or something…”

‘Oh… OH… Shit.’

Chan cleared his throat, standing and pacing for a minute. “Um, Y/N, this- this guy you like… You said you’re friends? It’s not… It’s not me is it?”

“What? No! You’re my best friend, Channie,” Y/N laughed. “It’s… um, it’s Changbin.” She finally whispered.

“Oh thank god,” Chan chuckled awkwardly. “Well, in that case… Here’s what I suggest…”

~

A few weeks later, Y/N found herself popping a fourth bag of popcorn while the raucous sounds of the boys came from her living room.

“Need any help?” Chan asked, managing to carry four glasses into the kitchen to refill for their movie night.

She smiled over at him, “I’m just about done gathering the snacks if you want to help carry the bowls out there.”

“Sure, just let me take these back out.”

Chan grinned, his dimples showing, which in turn made Y/N smile. She was always a sucker for his dimples. But something about it recently had her stomach knotting.

She tried not to think too much about it as Chan returned and came over to grab the bowls. It’s not that her kitchen was particularly small, but she was blocking the way, and Chan had always been too sweet to her to tell her to move. Chan would never consider bumping her out of the way. Instead he just stood behind her, a little too close, to reach around and grab the snacks.

This shouldn’t have been a problem, a month ago it definitely wouldn’t have been. But Y/N had been spending all of her free time hanging around Chan recently; considering her crush is their mutual friend. So why was her heart racing right now? Why was the feeling of his hard muscles making her mouth water? Why was she holding her breath so she didn’t notice how fucking good Chan always seemed to smell?

‘It’s just because we’ve been around each other a lot, and you’re lonely. Get your shit together, Y/N.’

When Chan stepped away, which felt like a lot longer than it really was, she let out an exhale to regain her composure. She would never admit it, but maybe she wasn’t as unaffected by her best friend as she’d like to believe.

But she liked Changbin. Changbin is who she is trying to gain the courage to ask out. Not Chan.

~

Why she kept putting herself in these situations, Y/N couldn’t understand. Why she agreed to come to the gym with the boys, she could not fathom. She must’ve been out of her mind. Completely lost it.

Or Changbin had bragged about how defined his arms were getting and teased that she should come see. And that was not an opportunity she was going to pass on.

It didn’t help when Chan, in one of his muscle tees, flexed his own biceps and nudged her. Smiling with those sinful dimples and agreeing with Changbin that she should join them that afternoon.

So now she sat. watching three of her friends—one of which was her crush and the other she couldn’t explain—lift weights.

If someone had called her name right now, they would’ve gotten no response. Y/N was too distracted, trying to keep herself from drooling and keep her thoughts at least PG-13.

But with the way that his muscles rippled… Veins popping out down his bicep and forearm… The thought of Chan’s hand wrapping around her neck.

‘Wait! No. Changbin. Changbin’s hand. Definitely.’

She shook her head, deciding that maybe she should stop ogling her friends and stared mindlessly at her phone instead.

~

“So are you gonna keep following him around like a puppy or are you gonna ask him out?” Jisung asked, leaning casually in the doorway to the dance studio while Y/N stretched.

Y/N turned with a furrowed brow to regard her friend. She was annoyed, to say the least, that Chan didn’t keep her crush on Changbin a secret, but she also knew that she hadn’t exactly been inconspicuous with it.

“I don’t want to ask him out until I know for sure he likes me as more than a friend.” She huffed, turning back to finish her stretches. “He can be so oblivious. I’ve been trying to get his attention for months now,” Y/N added with a pout.

Jisung walked into the studio, dropping to the floor in front of her and helping her stretch. “He’s liked you since he met you. Just ask him out.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because, when you two first met, he came back to the dorm with the stupidest smile I’ve ever seen. Chan wouldn’t stop talking about you for weeks.”

Y/N pulled back abruptly, “Wait, Chan?!”

“Yeah, who did you…” Jisung’s eyes widened in realization, and he jumped up to rush towards the door. Calling back, “Forget I said anything!”

Shortly after, Jisung burst into the production studio, causing Changbin and Chan’s heads to whip up.

“Ah! What the hell, man! You scared me!” Changbin whined.

Jisung pointed at Chan, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Me? Wha– What are you talking about? You’re the one who burst in here.” Chan defended.

“Why are you helping Y/N ask out Changbin?!”

Changbin’s eyes widened, cheeks puffed, “Duuuude! Why would you do that?!”

“Because she likes you!”

“Yeah, but you like her!” Changbin countered, standing to join Jisung.

Chan stood, running his hand through his hair and paced away. “Yeah, well no! I mean… I used to. But then she was never into me, and I was happy just being friends. And then she asked me for help. I just wanna see her happy. And if helping her ask you out makes her happy, then I’ll do that for her.”

“I’m not gonna do that to you, bro.” Changbin shook his head, returning to his seat with a pat to Chan’s shoulder.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? I don’t wanna fuck up our friendship. That feels selfish.” Chan turned helplessly to Jisung.

Jisung sighed, placing his hands on Chan’s shoulders. “Be selfish for once, hyung.”

“I can’t. She doesn’t feel that way about me.” Chan turns, frustrated.

A second later he feels a hand on his shoulder again. “Do I get a say in it?”

Chan turned as Y/N stepped up, brushing her nose against his lightly. A nudge away from being a kiss. “What if I want you to be selfish? What would you–”

“Go out with me.”

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader Non-Idol AU; Exes-to-Lovers Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 1539 Warnings: strong language, mentions of underage alcohol and drug usage

Five years. That’s how long she’d been away. After graduation, Y/N moved away and didn’t look back.

Okay. Well that’s a fucking lie.

She looked back all the time. She remembered her friends and their stupid shenanigans; the ones that got them kicked out of one of the diners and banned from entering the park after dark. She reminisced on the homecoming competitions and football games and after parties; the ones where she got black out drunk and tried pot for the first time. She thought back to her late night drives to nowhere; the ones where she dreamed about a future with him. Oh yeah, and him. She thought about him all the fucking time.

He was what she missed most about that town. He was the reason she was scared to be back now.

She’s at a close friend’s wedding reception. Because, while she had left without saying goodbye to him, she had mostly kept in touch with their friends from school. And Hyunjin had told her if she wasn’t there to celebrate his marriage, she would need to plan her own funeral.

So now she stands off to the side, having spotted several of her old friends dancing and joking around. But she remains in the shadows, looking over the photos that had been strung with fairy lights. Photos of Hyunjin and his friends throughout the years. She is in a lot of them. So is he.

One photo in particular catches her eye and makes her heart twinge. It was the night that they all went camping the summer before senior year. He’s looking up at her, a guitar in hand and the pick in his mouth. There’s love in his eyes and a smile on her face.

Y/N touches the polaroid gently. Tears are definitely not gathering in the corner of her eyes. Her heart is definitely not speeding up. She misses him so much. Leaving him was her biggest regret. Maybe her only one.

“Aww, he’s always been so cute!” A feminine voice sounds from Y/N’s left. She jolts in shock, retracting her hand from the photo. “Oh! Is that you with Han? Were you two close?”

Y/N turns to the other woman, she seems friendly. A bright smile on her face as she gazes at the same photo. There’s a twinkle in her eye. One Y/N recognizes. This woman has feelings for him. Y/N clears her throat, turning away to look back at the photo. “Um… Yeah, we were.”

“Hmm… Could I ask you for some advice then?” Her voice is lilted and soft; there’s no malice in it, no suspicion or jealousy or spite. “When you knew him, was he always so guarded? I just… I’ve been seeing him for a couple months, and I really like him. I think he likes me too, but every time I try to get a little closer, I feel like he shuts me out… I just don’t know what to do anymore. And, this is the first time I’ve really met any of his friends so I haven’t gotten their insight… I thought maybe, woman-to-woman, you could help me out?”

Y/N’s gaze drops to the floor with a sad chuckle and smile. “Yeah… Um, he’s like that sometimes. Sungie– Jisung, he’s soft-hearted and when he loves, he loves with his whole being, so he doesn’t like to put himself in a position where someone can hurt him… He’s not trying to hurt you or anything, but he probably doesn’t realize you’re confused. Just… be real with him. Tell him–”

“Y/N?” A whisper cuts through the air.

The two women turn, spotting the topic of conversation. While one smiles, the other’s eyes burn. “Hey Sung…”

Jisung’s eyebrows furrow. “Don’t ‘hey Sung’ me…” He grabs Y/N’s wrist, dragging her away from his date without even an acknowledgement. When they are outside the venue, the summer breeze blowing through their hair, he finally turns to face her. “What were you talking about with Emmy?”

Y/N’s eyes widen, and he catches sight of the tears there. He softens. He was always soft for her, even when he was angry. Even when he was heartbroken. Even five years later.

“Nothing, Jisung. I swear.” Y/N shakes her head. She turns her face away for a second, trying to be discreet as she wipes the gathering tears. Why did she think coming here would be a good idea? Why did she want to see him and put herself through this pain? Pain she brought on herself. On both of them. “She really likes you. But, she doesn’t feel like you reciprocate so she wanted advice.”

Jisung groans, “Why would you do that?”

“Because she has that twinkle in her eye, Sungie.” The one I used to, Y/N doesn’t say. “She cares about you, and you deserve to have someone who does.” Deserve someone who doesn’t leave you, she doesn’t add.

“So you didn’t?”

“I didn’t what?”

He scoffs, “You didn’t care about me? I guess that’s true since you left without even a goodbye.” Since you left at all, he spits in his mind.

Y/N’s eyes water again, and Jisung feels his heart clench. He doesn’t want to be cruel. He wants to hold her and tell her he still loves her and that they’ll work everything out. But he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. She left him. She might’ve moved on. He certainly did… Or, at least he tried… Trying… Failing.

“I did care, Jisung. I do.” The second half of her confession slips without much thought. “I never stopped…” She finally whispers; the summer breeze carries it to him with warmth.

“Did you love me?”

Y/N nods.

“Was it real for you?”

She nods again.

“Why did you leave then?”

“I–” Y/N sighs; her shoulder slump with defeat. “I don’t have a good reason.”

Jisung steps closer. “Then give me a bad one. Give me anything.”

She doesn’t move away when he tentatively reaches to wipe her tears. Y/N lets out an exhale, one she’d been holding for half a decade. He steps closer, close enough that he can tell she never stopped using the perfume he told her was his favorite.

“You would’ve stopped me.”

Jisung gives a mirthless laugh, “How would I have done that? You are, and always were, the most stubborn woman in my life.”

Y/N’s lips quirk into a small smile. It’s so close to the one Jisung craves to see again. “You would’ve just asked me to stay. And I would have. Because I loved you; I wanted to be with you.”

“Past tense…” Jisung whispers. When her gaze flickers up to his, she sees his crestfallenness. There’s no anger in his eyes, just the same heartbrokenness that’s been there all this time. “You said ‘loved.’ Past tense. You don’t anymore?”

Y/N stays silent for too long, and he starts to move away. He got his answer; she had moved on. But she stops him, hooking a finger through one of his dress pants’ belt loops and pulling him in close. She buries her head in the crook of his shoulder. He feels the same: warm and safe. Like home.

“I shouldn’t have left home.” Y/N whispers; her lips brush his neck, and he shivers.

“You were going to pursue your dreams. We both know you couldn’t do that here…” He finally concedes as his arms come to wrap around her.

 “I shouldn't have left you.” She admits.

Jisung nods in agreement. What else can he say? He didn’t want her to leave either, but he knew she had to. Back then and now, he knew. That doesn’t mean he liked it. Especially when she wasn’t even the one to tell him; especially when she didn’t say goodbye. “I would’ve come with you.” He finally says, face nuzzling into her hair.

“I know you would’ve, but your family–”

“You’re my family too.”

She sighs, relaxing further into his tightening hold. Jisung doesn’t want to let go. He never wants to let go again. If he does, he’s afraid she’ll run away again.

When she doesn’t respond, Jisung turns his lips to her ear and asks with a small, vulnerable whisper, “Are you going to leave?”

“E– Eventually.” She can’t lie to him. “I have to go back home. To my apartment and my job.”

“Will you say goodbye this time?”

She nods, “Yes… But I don’t want to. It’ll hurt too much.”

Jisung pulls away to look into her eyes again. The tears she’s been holding inside for five years have fallen, staining her cheeks. But that twinkle in her eyes is still there. The one they always had for each other. The one she thinks he has with Emmy. And while Emmy might, he doesn’t. He never held that twinkle for anyone but Y/N. He never would.

He rests his forehead against hers, their noses brushing and lips barely touching. “Will you take me with you this time?”

Y/N gasps, “You want to–”

“I want to be with you. I’ve always wanted to be with you.”

Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader (ft. Lalisa Manobal) College AU Genre: Angst; Fluff Words: 1365

“Soobinnie,” her voice whined across the room. “Can we please go now? I’m meeting my friends for mani-pedis today, and I want boba first.”

Soobin gave a hesitant smile and leaned over to place a kiss on his girlfriend’s nose, to which she promptly huffed and backed away, mumbling something about ruining her highlight. “Why don’t you go without me? I really have to finish this essay for Professor Bang’s class tomorrow.”

“Because, I told my friends you’d be there,” she scoffed back. “I can’t show up alo–”

“Hey, earth to Y/N?” Lalisa rolled her eyes, following the girl’s line of sight. “Oh. Soobin and Miyoung.” Lalisa turned back to her best friend, who was oblivious to everything else other than the couple at the table on the other side of the library. She gave a soft sigh at the cloudy look in her friend’s eyes. “Stop staring at them… It’s just making you upset.”

Y/N released a heavy sigh and dropped her forehead onto the table. “Why didn’t I tell him when I had the chance, Lis?”

Lis let out a snort, “Because you’re a dummy and a coward.” Y/N lifted her head to glare at her best friend’s discouraging words. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve been friends with Choi Soobin since freshman year and in love with him just as long. If you want coddling and ‘it’s gonna be okays’, text Changbin.”

“I don’t want to be babied, I just–”

Y/N was cut off by an angry shriek followed by Soobin’s deep voice, “Miyoung!” The two girls turned to see an angry girl storming away and a red-faced boy trying to pick up and reorganize his homework.

“Huh. Well, would you look at that. Maybe that chance you wanted just opened up. Go. Now. I’m tired of your moping.” Lalisa smirked, poking at her friend’s arm.

With wide eyes, Y/N made her way across the room before bending down to help collect the strewn papers. “Hey, Bin… You okay?”

“Hm, oh, hey Y/N/N,” Soobin looked up with an embarrassed smile. He set the stack of homework and notebooks he’d picked up back on the table and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I’m okay. Mi, she’s just, um… upset… with me…” Exasperation was written across his face as he settled back into his seat. Soobin shook his head to reset his thoughts and plastered a fake smile on before gesturing for her to sit with him.

Y/N grimaced, recognizing Soobin’s emotions even if he tried to hide them, but sat with him anyway.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She found herself asking after the silence between them began to feel too heavy.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, a habit she had noticed of his when he was deeply considering his words. “I just don’t know what to do…”

She nodded, “Do you want comfort or advice?”

Soobin’s gaze lifted to meet hers. He wasn’t sure how to respond. Y/N had been the first girl he ever fell for, and it was because of little things like this. She was patient and understanding. She listened, and she always took into consideration the other person’s needs. She was selfless and kind. She was everything Miyoung was not.

But he knew she didn’t feel the same way, and Miyoung liked him. Well, she liked the way he looked anyway. Sometimes he felt like she didn’t really like the real him, or even know him for that matter.

Which is what their fight had boiled down to. Miyoung never listened to Soobin. She made plans for herself and expected him to drop whatever he was doing and follow her around. He had told her that he needed to finish some last minute paper edits, but she didn’t listen, or maybe she just didn’t care. He couldn’t really tell anymore. Sometimes Miyoung could be so sweet and cuddly that he forgot how cold she could be, and that’s what he was struggling with, especially now that the girl who really owned his heart was right in front of him.

Y/N waited quietly, with that lovely, gentle smile, while Soobin decided what it was that he needed. He rubbed the back of his neck again and ducked his head down in embarrassment. “Could you just… sit with me? I’ve been editing this paper for a while, and I’m almost done. I’ve just got to get my notes back in order after… earlier, and I really just want some company while I finish.”

“Of course, Bin.”

So they sat. Y/N retrieved her own study materials from her prior table, while Soobin reorganized his notes. While she studied for her midterms, he finished up his paper. They worked quietly, stealing glances when the other wasn’t paying attention. Once he had finished up, they packed their belongings but neither made a move to leave.

“Is your offer from earlier still on the table?” Soobin finally asked.

Y/N’s eyebrows rose, “To talk about it?” He nodded. “Yeah, Bin. Always. What’s on your mind?”

“She’s pretty… Miyoung I mean… and sometimes she can be sweet and really cute. She gets along with my parents too. They like her. They say she looks like a good girlfriend.”

“But?” Y/N asked, head tilted and eyes wide in a way that made Soobin want to kiss her nose.

“But… I don’t love her. I’m not even sure if I like her or not. I want to. I feel like I should… We’ve been dating for a year. But, I feel like she doesn’t know me. She just knows that I also look like a good boyfriend. I just don’t think we’re a good fit for each other.”

“Comfort or advice, Bin?”

There was that consideration she always had. Soobin smiled again, his dimples making an appearance for the first time that day—although, they always seemed to when he was around Y/N. “Advice please.”

Y/N swallowed. She wanted to be selfish and tell him to just be with her, but he was still her friend first and foremost, and he wanted real advice. “If you don’t love her—don’t even like her—then you should break up with her. You’re not doing anyone any favors by staying with someone if you don’t like each other. But, you should really think about it. You guys just argued so let emotions calm down. Maybe if you talk to her first, you’ll be able to work it out. Y–”

“We won’t.” He interrupted quickly. “We won’t work it out. I’ve tried to talk to her before. She just gets angry again or spins it around, and I always end up apologizing and doing whatever it is that she wants.”

“Why are you with her, Soobin?” Y/N finally asked, genuine confusion blatant across her face.

“I– I, um…” Soobin looked down at his closed books in shame; his voice dropping to an almost whisper. “I didn’t want to be alone. I fell for this girl, but I knew she wouldn’t feel the same way. It was hard to see her and not be with her. Miyoung approached me, and I thought maybe, at least with time, I could move on and like Miyoung. But I haven’t. I still have such strong feelings for... this other girl.”

“Bin, you have to break up with Miyoung. This isn’t fair to anyone involved. Not Miyoung, not you, and not that other girl. You need to let Miyoung, and yourself, find someone that is a better match. And, it isn’t fair to just assume that the other girl wouldn’t like you too. You’re amazing, Soobin. You’re a catch, and you deserve the world.”

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader Established Relationship Genre: Fluff Words: 1642

It had been a long day.

Y/N’s boss had called her in especially early that morning, only to have her sit at her desk for two hours while he tried to sort out what he called her in to pick up. Then, after he finally handed over the work, he asked her to go out and get coffee for the meeting later—even though he had an assistant for this exact task.

On her way back to the office, her heel broke, and she had to limp the rest of the way there. Thankfully, she kept a pair of flats in her work bag. During the meeting, one of the executives from the other company was painfully obvious while staring down her ass as she was presenting. She somehow managed to keep her cool but left the room the minute the meeting was over rather than shaking their hands and schmoozing the company.

During lunch break, her phone died and she was forced to converse with her coworkers, who constantly liked to drone on about their kids and insecurities in their marriages. Y/N never could get a word in with them, not that she really cared to anyway. This also meant she didn’t get to text her boyfriend at lunch like she normally would. It was one of the things that had become a staple to her daily routine and kept her going happily.

But today was not her day.

Thankfully, she managed to avoid the cliche “coffee spill on the shirt” incident during her afternoon break; however, in doing so, she broke a mug and had to clean it up. Tedious, but at least she evaded scalding hot coffee on her torso. Once she was done cleaning, Y/N was no longer in the mood for coffee, so she plowed through the rest of her work day with sheer determination.

The same could not be said for the extra hour her boss kept her after work, claiming that he needed her advice on new possible investors. Except, every opinion Y/N gave went in one ear and out the other. She now understood how her coworkers felt when trying to convince their toddlers to go to bed.

Finally, Y/N was free. She got home fine and was pleased to realize that her boyfriend, and roommate, was already home. Although, she sighed the minute she remembered all the paperwork from this morning that she needed to sort out first.

After hanging up her coat in the hallway and leaving her shoes by the door, Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch and dove right in. Immersed in her work, she failed to recognize the strange silence encompassing the house. Normally, when Jackson was home the house would be alive with music, whistling, or his playful attitude.

After the longest hour of her life, Y/N slumped backwards only to be startled by the sight of her pouting boyfriend. Jackson sat next to her, arms crossed and lip jutted out adorably.

“Oh my god, you scared me. How long have you been sitting there?” She questioned. His eyebrows furrowed a bit as he made himself look hurt.

“Yah! Am I that invisible? Maybe I should change my name to Casper.” His pout deepened. After a few moments of silence, he finally relented. “About thirty minutes. What even has you so captivated that you can’t notice your boyfriend, huh?” His arms finally unfolded as he scooted closer.

“Ah… I’ve been trying to finish up some paperwork that my boss gave me this morning.” She deadpanned while glaring at the mountain of work on the coffee table. Jackson softened a tad at the information but glared again after a moment.

“You didn’t text me at lunch. My feelings are hurt.” He pouted again and sniffled for effect. Y/N smiled smally before nodding.

“Trust me, it wasn’t on purpose. My phone died. I had to listen to Angie drone on about how boring her sex life is these days.” She grimaced as she remembered the graphic details of the woman’s bland life.

“Okay, I forgive you. I think Angie punished you enough.” He chuckled while taking her soft hand into his own. Intertwining their fingers, Jackson rubbed his thumb along the side of hers and then kissed the back of her hand.

She melted at the sight before leaning over to peck his cheek. “Just give me another fifteen minutes and then we can cuddle and do whatever you want, okay?” He grinned at the suggestion before nodding and squeezing her palm. 

“I’m gonna need that hand though.” At this he promptly scowled cutely but released her hand with a huff. Y/N only chuckled before returning to her dreaded work.

Fifteen minutes came and went rather quickly. Jackson had weaseled his chin onto her thigh on the thirty minute mark, and stayed there for another fifteen minutes before he started to poke and tickle her in various spots. She only noticed, however, once he licked her elbow.

“Ew, Jackson!” She promptly wiped the damp joint on his shirt before lightly smacking his head. A chuckle thundered in his chest and he lifted his head slightly to showcase a cheeky smile.

“Attention please.” He demanded, while he wrapped his arms around her torso. Y/N couldn’t help but scoff out a laugh as she looked at the time. Her eyes widened comically.

“Why didn’t you tell me it’s been almost an hour? I was only supposed to work for fifteen minutes.” He shrugged and gave a small kiss to the thigh beneath his chin.

“I figured it was important. But now I want attention. I deserve it. Give it to me.” He demanded again. She ran her fingers through his brown locks and his eyes fluttered shut with a satisfied hum.

“Alright love, what do you want to do?” Her voice reached his ears like a soft melody, and he peered up at her lovingly.

“Hm… Let’s go cuddle in bed and watch a movie.” He beamed while staring up at her with puppy eyes.

“Whatever you want, darling. Come on.” After she pulled him to stand with her, she pecked his nose and led him to their room to spend the next four hours in each other’s arms. Jackson fell asleep with his head nestled into Y/N’s hair during the beginning of the third movie.

Halfway through she finally noticed and then instead watched his lashes as they delicately flittered against his cheekbones. Trailing a finger across his features, she smiled slightly as he leaned into her touch. Y/N leaned in to tenderly peck his lips, but as she began to pull away Jackson leaned in further.

“Good morning.”

“It’s like midnight.”

“Guess I was confused ‘cause you light up my world.”

“Oh my god, go back to sleep.” He only laughed at her faux annoyance.

“We never ate.” He rasped, and she furrowed her brows before looking at him with concern.

“You didn’t while I was working or anything?” Jackson only shook his head to which Y/N immediately jumped out of bed and left to the kitchen. He waited several moments for her to come back before he finally followed her path.

“What are you doing babe?” He asked while watching her rummage through the fridge.

“Making food. What does it look like?” She snorted while glancing at his form.

“No~ You’ve had a long day, let me.” He insisted, and Y/N just knows he’s trying to pull the puppy eyes again, but she remained focused on the task. He pulled her away from the counter and trapped her in his arms swaying her. “At least let me help, babe.”

“Okay, okay! Put on some music and then start cooking the meat.” She instructed with a blissful laugh. Immediately, she heard Breath blaring through the kitchen, and she sighed with a smile.

I should’ve known.

“Can we listen to something else for a change?” She chuckled, and his jaw dropped with an exaggerated gasp.

“How dare you? Here I am professing my love through my music, and you break my heart.” His hands grasped at his chest dramatically and she had to look away in order to keep from laughing. “Fine… fine. If we must.” Suddenly the song switched to Pretty Please and she couldn’t help herself from folding over in laughter.

“Is this better, princess?” He asked trying to be serious, but a strong smile fought its way onto his face as he watched the love of his life cackle over his antics.

Once she finally collected herself, she shook her head and huffed with a smile. “It’s perfect. Just as cheesy as you are, darling.” Jackson watched as she cut up some veggies while imitating some of the dance moves.

He turned back to check the now cooked meat and moved it off the burner before turning back to his girl. The next song, another GOT7 song, began to play, and he tugged her into his arms to dance.

She giggled as they moved around the kitchen dancing and imitating the other members. After a while, she finally slumped against the counter and he caged her in on either side.

“You’re trapped.” He teased with a smirk to which she only shrugged.

“Is it really a trap if I’m happy where I am?” She smirked back and pulled him down by his neck to kiss her. Jackson’s hands slipped from the counter to her waist, moving flush against her. He licked her bottom lip, but instead she pulled away and patted the side of his face.

“We should eat before it gets cold, love.” She scrunched her nose at him as he pouted.

“What happened to giving me all the attention I want?”

Pairing: Felix Lee x Reader Genre: Fluff Words: 1229 Warnings: strong language

“Stop lying, Jae!” Y/N laughs through her mic, “We all know you’re the imposter! Just admit you vented.”

The silence from the other end of the Discord call speaks volumes as everyone locks in their votes, including Jae. “I hate you guys.” Jae whines as the game ends for a crewmate win.

“GG crewmates! Thanks for the last gaaaame,” Y/N sing-songs as she leaves the game and server, switching over to just cam. “Thanks everyone for joining the stream and don’t forget that this weekend will be a special charity stream with some of Jae’s idol friends! Hope to see you all there!”

As Y/N’s screen switches to ‘ending soon,’ Felix leans back on his dorm bed with a small smile and a sigh. He couldn’t wait for the weekend. He had managed to convince his hyung to have him and Chan join the stream to rep Stray Kids, but Felix had another motive. He had a massive crush on a certain streamer girl and was dying to meet her. This stream would be his chance.

~

 All day, he’d been looking forward to this—correction, the past few days—and none of the guys would let it go either. The dorm had been full of daily, non-stop teasing over Felix’s crush leading up to today. He was grateful that it was Chan, the least likely member to let it slip in front of her, that was joining him in the stream and thankful that Minho and Jisung, the most likely to leak his secret, were fully busy with their schedules and out of the dorm.

Felix could only hope this stream would go smoothly, and he didn’t make an idiot of himself so that he could continue watching her biweekly streams and crushing from a distance.

~

So far so good. Felix thinks as the third match of the day ends. He hadn’t spoken up too much, only defending himself when asked his whereabouts and tasks.

“Ooh, let’s play with proximity chat!” Y/N’s voice chimes through their Discord call, “The interactions make it more fun!”

Well shit. Felix didn’t think he’d have to interact so directly with her. He feels this could be a blessing and a curse. What if I say something stupid?

The games continue on; Felix mostly sticks with Chan or Mark whenever he isn’t imposter. Except, then he gets an imposter round with Y/N. It was bound to happen; they had been playing for hours, and there are only so many combination pairings that would happen before they became partners.

On one hand, he’s excited to have an excuse to run around the map chatting with her. And on the other, she makes him so. freaking. nervous.

It goes smoothly though. Y/N is a boss at this and manages to fake AFK spawn-kill Pokimane, who had been guarding her, and vent-kill Hafu and BamBam before anyone ever reports a body. Felix, having stuck with Jae and Fuslie for almost the entire round, easily looks innocent, and Y/N remains silent for a few moments, acting as if she just returned from AFK.

“Hafu no!” Jae whines, noticing she had died in the first round.

“Wait what happened? I had to step away.” Y/N questions innocently; even Felix believes her for a moment.

QuarterJade laughs, “Hafu, Poki, and BamBam all died. Jae is devastated so he’s either crew, faking hardcore, or his imposter partner didn’t consult him first.”

“I’m innocent, I swear!” Jae defends immediately.

“Well, when you say it like that…” Mark insinuates.

Felix remains relatively silent, which no one questions with how quiet he had been most of the day, only confirming that he was with Jae and Fuslie so it probably isn’t the three of them. In the end, no one gets voted off, especially when Fuslie insists they’re on seven and don’t want to risk throwing.

Y/N joins Felix and Chan, running around to fake tasks. Their kill cooldown ticks down, serendipitously just as QuarterJade runs up.

“Hey, Lixie?” Y/N smiles to herself. Felix almost dies at the pet name, and Chan can be heard snickering through proximity.

“Um, yes, Y/N?” “I’m glad you’re my teammate!” She chirps happily as she kills Chan, prompting Felix to double and kill Jodi.

The two vent away, running around and creating pathing that passes the other players before returning to report the body.

“So, we just ran and found Chan and Jodi dead. Looks like it had to be a double kill.” Felix announces.

“Oh, so it’s you two then!” Jae responds.

“Well, no, we just passed you and Leslie coming from this direction so…” Y/N defends.

“I was by myself at medbay. So, if I’m the only one not in a pair then I’m innocent.” Mark throws in.

“Alright, Mark is innocent. It stands to reason that it has to be Jae and Leslie.” Y/N agrees.

Mark and Felix hum their ascent before Leslie pipes in, “Um, excuse me! No, no! I was with Jae the whole first round and this one! We’re both crew!”

“Well…” Felix cuts in, “Y/N was AFK first round; she didn’t even come back until after the report was called in. And, I was with you two most of the first round as well. But there were a few times you two slipped away while I was doing tasks. And then you were together this whole round in a pair?”

“It does seem sus,” Mark adds, “I’m down to shoot Jae or Leslie.”

“I’m innocent!” Leslie asserts.

“Well then I say we shoot Jae. He was overdramatic that first round. He definitely seems like he was faking.”

Despite Jae’s disagreements, he gets ejected, ending the game and resulting in a win for Y/N and Felix.

“Dude, Mark, you got marinated so hard!” BamBam laughs as they re-enter the lobby.

Everyone continues to joke around, but confirms that that was the last game, as they had gone over their set streaming time.

Closing out of the game and Discord, Felix hops over to watch Y/N chat after stream. He feels a little disappointed in himself that he didn’t talk to her more throughout the day since this was his rare chance at meeting her.

She’s casually chatting and reviewing over the day’s matches, highlighting her favorite moments. Y/N adds that the last match was definitely her favorite, which causes a spark to ignite in Felix’s chest. When someone asks if that’s because she won as imposter, she shakes her head no.

“Honestly, Felix is such a sweet guy and so much fun! I wish we could’ve talked more during the games.”

She smiles softly, glancing through chat before letting out a loud laugh. “Someone said I’m totally simping for him.” Y/N giggles, and Felix can hardly believe he’s watching this happen live. “I mean, he definitely has a sexy voice that’s for sure. I wouldn’t say I ‘simp’ for Felix though; I don’t know him quite well enough for that yet.”

With a confidence that Felix had lacked all day, he jumps into chat, already being a Twitch Prime sub, and sends a highlighted message: Wanna change that? 😏

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader Genre: Fluff Words: 1039

She sat off to the side during yet another late-running dance practice. Y/N had come towards the end of practice, hoping to arrive just as they finished, so she could walk back to the dorm with Jisung and get a bit of alone time. However, the guys roped her into staying for a bit, begging her to help them review their routines one last time and give an audience opinion.

But that was 40 minutes ago. And they were still only playing around, not having fully run-through even one of their routines since she had arrived.

Not that Y/N didn’t enjoy their antics most of the time; but, she was hoping to be relaxing and snuggling up to Ji under the comfort of his blankets by now after the long day she’d already had.

Instead, she watched with a grimace on her face as Minho cockily danced around the practice room. Something about cocky personalities was always a turn-off for her. Y/N had no problem with confidence, even generally appreciated it; but there was a fine line, and Minho was definitely crossing it at the moment.

“Yah, Y/N, you know you can’t resist my charms.” Minho quipped from the middle of the room as he body-rolled for the umpteenth time. 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You wish, hotshot. I can’t stand the smug attitude. Too bad for you.” A joking smile played on her lips, but it’s obvious that there was some truth to her words. Jisung watched from his place in the room, considering what she said and taking note of it. The two of them had only recently started dating, and he didn’t want to mess anything up, especially this early on.

“Sure… sure. You keep telling yourself that.” Minho said with a wink. The boys all erupted into laughter as Y/N only cringed further.

~

Jisung was having a great day. His hair looked exactly how he wanted it to; his stylists said his complexion was glowing; and he was really digging the outfit that had been picked for him. He was even nailing his vocal and dance portions every take.

On top of that, he was stoked to get to see his girlfriend on set. He somehow managed to convince the managers to let her come visit while they filmed a new music video, with the stipulation that she signed some confidentiality forms of course.

By the time Y/N arrived, his confidence was in full bloom and any praise sent his way only further fueled his ego. That being said, by the end of the shoot, he was carrying a different aura with him. His confidence had definitely exceeded into cockiness at this point and it really, really showed.

The director informed them they’d be doing one more take of Jisung’s part before calling a wrap so he felt like this needed to be the best one yet. He harnessed as much of his confidence as he could and actually used some of the tips Minho had given them throughout the years.

By the time filming was over, Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from Jisung. She had never seen him act this way before, and it was really eye-opening for her. Jisung noticed her constant gaze mid-way through wrap-up vlogs and slowly started to become anxious. While he was reviewing the tape, he remembered that day in the studio a few weeks earlier and couldn’t stop thinking about how incredibly arrogant he might have come off.

After changing into his street clothes, Jisung ran a hand through his hair and made his way slowly over to Y/N. “Hey.” He breathed out with a nervous edge. She smiled at him and tugged him by his jacket so they were standing closer. She wrapped her arms around him in a soothing hug.

“You tired?” Her muffled voice reached his ears as her face fit snugly into the crook of his neck. He hoped he didn’t smell bad from the long day of dancing under bright lights. He was already anxious enough; he didn’t want to be embarrassed too.

“A bit.” He answered quietly, still feeling timid. From what he could tell, she didn’t seem repulsed by him in any way, which had to be a good sign. His arms made their way around her torso as he drew her into another tight hug.

She only hummed in response before pulling away to study his face. “Are you okay? You seem like you’re walking on eggshells or something.” Y/N tilted her head slightly as she continued to search his face for any signs.

“Yeah…” Jisung trailed off. When Y/N narrowed her eyes, clearly not letting him get away with acting odd, he relented and explained, “I just– I remember you saying how much the whole smug, cocky, arrogant attitude turned you off and made you cringe. And I rewatched my take so I just thought you might be upset with me or disgusted or… I don’t know.” His doe eyes bounced around the room trying to find something to look at other than her own eyes, fearing the rejection he might see there.

Y/N scoffed, but it easily turned into a chuckle as she pulled his attention back to her. His worried expression contrasted to her own mischievous glint. “Actually, I found it kinda hot.” She admitted with a smirk that matched the look in her eyes.

“What? Really? I thought you said you hated it?” He questioned despite his heart skipping a couple beats at her words and the adrenaline returning to his veins.

“Normally, yes. Consider yourself the exception, Ji. Honestly, all I wanted to do when you came over here was go home so we could make out.” Jisung’s eyes widened considerably at his girlfriend’s blunt admission. He glanced around to make sure no one heard, even though she had all but whispered the statement, and they had been the only two in that area since he joined her.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader Genre: Fluff Words: 1752 Warnings: strong language

“You little shit!” Y/N screamed into the phone, “I can’t believe you changed your number and didn’t tell me. I had to get your number from Jia! From fucking Jia!”

Taehyung sat with wide eyes, not sure how to respond to the angry girl screaming at him. He finally gulped, “Um, hi, yeah… I think you have the wrong number… I don’t know who Jia is, but I’m glad I’m not her.” He chuckled nervously.

Y/N glanced at the paper Jia had given her and back to the number she dialed. They were the same. That bitch, she let out a defeated laugh. “I’m so, so sorry. Jia is my brother’s absolutely awful girlfriend. And apparently she decided she wanted to give me a fake number instead of my brother’s new one…”

“Wow,” Taehyung laughed again, flopping onto his bed, “She sounds like a bitch.”

“I like to think so, but she probably has some convoluted excuse as to why she gave me the wrong number.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, but I’m like 99 percent sure I’m not your brother.”

Y/N let out a little giggle, a sound that Taehyung found surprisingly pleasing, “Only 99 percent? Shouldn’t you be absolutely sure?”

Taehyung shrugged and then remembered that the mystery girl couldn’t see him, “I mean, I guess I could’ve blacked out and gotten a girlfriend, but I doubt it.”

“Oh, trust me, you’d remember if she was your girlfriend.”

“That bad?”

“Horrible. She’s always bossing my brother around. Literally dictates his life. She decides what they do, what they wear, where they go, who they talk to. She even pushed him to get a new job that suited her ‘vision’ for them.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “And apparently now, she has decided that not only are his friends not good enough to associate with them, but his siblings as well.”

He rolled over to his stomach, becoming fully invested in this girl’s life story, “Why doesn’t he just break up with her?”

“My guess is that she’s really good in bed.”

The girl had said it so simply it caused Taehyung to let out a loud laugh, which in turn caused her to giggle too. Once he had calmed down, Taehyung was finally able to respond, “Well, I’m very sorry you had to endure her just to get a wrong number, Mystery Girl.”

“Y/N,” She responded with a smile, “My name is Y/N.”

“I’m Taehyung.”

~

He didn’t know why he did it, but he had saved her number. And, a little over a week later, he found himself lying in bed calling her.

“Hello?” She spoke, rather shouted, through the phone. There was music blasting in the background, and she had to nearly scream to be heard.

“Hi, Mystery Girl,” Taehyung chuckled. He had been drinking with his hyungs and Jungkook a little while ago. Not much, but enough that he had the courage to call the girl who had intrigued him and plagued his thoughts.

There was a long pause, but the music seemed to quiet down. Finally a huff of breath from her, “Taehyung? Is this you?”

He put his phone on speaker and laid it on the bed next to him, “Of course it’s me. Did you not save my number?”

“No, we’re pretty much strangers. Why would I save your number?” It was a lie. She had saved him as soon as they had hung up. Not many men were able to keep her interested and laughing on the phone for nearly three hours, but he had. She hadn’t used the number though; she was too scared to do that.

“Well, I saved yours!” Taehyung shouted, the pout clear in his voice even if she couldn’t see it on his lips, “Save me in your phone right now!”

“Okay, okay…” She pulled away from her phone and tapped on the screen, pretending like she was adding him to her phonebook. “There. Happy now?”

“Add a heart! That’ll make me happy.”

“Wh– A… You want me to put a… heart next to your contact name?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung hiccupped into a giggle. Maybe he was more drunk than he originally thought. “That way I know I’m special.”

She smirked, “Hm… Fine. But you have to do the same for me.”

“Deal!” He beamed in response, immediately picking up his phone and changing her contact to ‘Y/N 📱💖’. “Done!”

Y/N laughed and looked back towards the house booming with party music. She was thankful he had called. It saved her from having to ward off the pervy guy trying to grind on her. But she was still curious why he had…

“Hey Tae,” she asked quietly, “Why’d you call?”

“I can’t just call you because I want to?”

She twirled her hair in her fingers, glancing up at the dark sky, “I mean… Maybe if we knew each other. But we’re strangers resulting from one wrong phone call. It’s a little odd that you called is all…”

“I just…” Taehyung sighed, “I don’t know. I liked talking to you last time, and I thought maybe we could chat some more before I pass out.”

“Oh, so you’re drunk and want to kill some time?” Y/N teased, making sure to keep her voice light.

“Aish! That’s not what I meant!” Taehyung sniffled, pouting again. She was quickly realizing that he did that to get his way. And it worked.

Y/N hummed, “Well, I suppose, I have some time to kill too. Plus, you kind of saved me.”

“How do you mean?”

“I’m at a party with some friends. All I wanted to do was dance a little, but some guy decided he wanted to try humping me. Your call gave me an escape.”

Taehyung’s brow furrowed, “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine Tae, but thank you for worrying… Besides, if we talk for as long as last time, the party will probably be over, and I can leave when we hang up.”

“Good.” Taehyung smiled triumphantly.

~

The two continued to call and text pretty regularly over the following weeks. They became closer, sharing everything from memories of their childhood to what they had for lunch. It was close to two months after that first phone call that Y/N was getting ready for bed when her phone chimed. She hadn’t heard from Taehyung in a couple days so she was a little surprised to hear from him so late in the evening.

< Y/N! < Are you awake? < I see the read receipts! < You’re awake! < Answer me! 🥺

I would answer if you’d give me time to >

< Oh… < Hi 😊

Lol > Hey Tae > What’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a bit >

< I know… I’m sorry < My schedule has been really busy at work…

That’s okay! I understand >

< I’m actually supposed to be asleep right now… < But I wanted to talk to you… 😔

Well… I’m free > If you want to call for a bit? >

< I can’t though… < I’m sharing a room with Joon-hyung < He’ll yell at me if he hears me on the phone 😭

Ah, well, then why don’t you get some rest… > And we can talk next time you’re free okay? >

< Okay… < One more thing though?

What’s that? >

< Can you send me another selca? < So I can have pretty dreams of you? 😳🙊

I’ll make you a deal > Since I haven’t seen your face yet… > You send one first and then I’ll send mine! >

< I guess that’s only fair… < Image Attached

< Goodnight! Don’t forget to send me yours! 😄

Y/N smiled at the cute bedtime selca he had sent her before snapping one of her own to respond with. He was adorable, but he reminded her of someone… She just couldn’t quite figure out who.

~

“So when do I finally get to meet the man behind the phone?” Y/N asked as she set out fresh pastries in the bakery display. It was just before opening, and Taehyung said he wanted to hear her voice before he started his day. She couldn’t say no to him.

Taehyung hummed, “Soon, I promise.”

“You said that last week…” Y/N pouted. Sometimes she wondered if he was catfishing her. But just as quickly as those thoughts would arrive, she would shove them away. He was so sweet and funny and attentive. She didn’t want to think he was anything less than that.

“Yeah, but it’s different this time.”

She dusted the flour that coated her hands onto her apron, shifting the phone that was trapped between her cheek and shoulder, “How so?”

“You’re opening the bakery today, right?” Taehyung dodged her question.

“Mhmm,” Y/N hummed, turning on the espresso machines. “We open in a few minutes. Just have to flip the sign… You didn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t flip the sign yet.” Taehyung chuckled, “But come let me in… It’s cold out here.”

“Wait… You’re here?! Like, at the bakery?” Y/N glanced out the front window. Sure enough, there was a man standing alone at the front door. He was wearing a face mask and hat with sunglasses, but he was holding his phone to his ear. And he waved when he saw her through the window. It was him. Taehyung was really here. In person.

She quickly unlocked the door, ushering him in.

“I know I’ve been putting off meeting in person. I really was busy, but… I was also nervous. Promise you won’t freak out, okay?”

“Um…” Y/N fidgeted. Had he really catfished her? “Yeah… Okay. I promise.”

Taehyung slowly removed his hat, sunglasses, and mask. When he had uncovered his face, his eyes rose to meet hers. Y/N was frozen, her mouth slightly agape. And then… She laughed.

“I knew you looked familiar.” She smiled.

His heart stopped, “You aren’t mad that I lied about who I was?”

“You never lied, Tae?” Y/N’s brows furrowed, “You told me your name. You even told me the name of your friends… Well, their nicknames. You never once ‘lied’ to me. I just didn’t put the pieces together, I guess.”

“I’m glad you aren’t freaking out…” He breathed a sigh of relief, pulling his Mystery Girl into a tight hug.