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NIGHT ONE; DRABBLE Copyright © 2020 sunhyuck

PAIRING | Na Jaemin x Reader GENRE | Fluff AU | Secret admirer!reader, Prom night TYPE | Drabble WC | 0.9k WARNINGS | none

KEI | happy jaemin day ;A; to my og (lmao bye hyuck) i hope he celebrated his special day well. dear nana stay beautiful mwah!

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pairing :: jung jaehyun x reader genre :: fluff, action / pirate au word count :: 3,099 words warnings :: mentions of blood author’s note :: due to @winetae asking me for a jaehyun fic for months and then a pirate au last night, this finally happened. my knowledge of pirates is limited to peter pan and potc, so this is not historically accurate ↳ originally titled: “argh ye a fine swashbucklin’ lad” / “the jeffery roger”

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ive had my second masterlist of masterlist in my draft since december but im so busy and i havent had the time to complete the list :(

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"Do you and uncle Doyoung also kiss?"

Sat down on said man's childhood house floor, you felt your eyes widen and cheeks heat up at the little boy's words. Doyoung, in the same position as you at your right, let out a surprised and nagging huff.

"Hey, that's not something you can just ask," he ruffled the child's hair.

Doyoung's nephew shrugged his small shoulders with a pout and continued assembling the colourful Legos you gifted him for his birthday.

"Mom and dad kiss often because they love each other."

You chuckled and eyed Doyoung's sunlit face with the corner of your eyes. He was amused but dumbfounded at the same time as his lips were open trying to say something back but not knowing which words to choose from.

His nephew interrupted him.

"Do you love uncle Doyoung?" the boy raised his big eyes to look at you again, taking you both by surprise a second time. You tightened your lips together, Doyoung's gaze burning your face, and looked at your hands in the lap as they started to smooth imaginary wrinkles on your summer dress.

"I do love him. But we haven't kissed yet," you replied honestly with a tiny voice and the boy looked satisfied but when he looked at Doyoung he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Uncle Doyoung. I think you should kiss Y/N," he shared with a cute but serious voice. You laughed, covering your mouth with one hand and Doyoung blinked while scratching the back of his head.

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You ignored the quick glances Doyoung kept throwing at you afterwards as you played with his brother's baby boy.

"Please come, he'll love you," Doyoung said a few days prior to that, inviting you to the little party.

You shifted your weight side to side, one hand tugging at your backpack.

"I'm not sure. That sounds like a very intimate reunion. I'm just…," but Doyoung talked on top of you.

"A dear friend. I would have died in this college room if it wasn't for you forcing me to eat three meals a day," he smiled warmly. "Besides, you've already met my brother and his family once. They also insisted on you to come."

The summer break was the second most sad period of the year after Christmas. Unable to go home for the holidays, you would roll on your bed for days until it was time to start the uni classes again. Doyoung was delicate enough to not bring up your loneliness or family problems. But he was also kind enough to ask you to spend time with his family instead, masking his consideration for "we can have free drinks" so that you can laugh and say that "Doyoung, it's a toddler's birthday".

Now, listening to his family hyper chatter all around the barbecue, the smell of the food caressed your nostrils, coming through the big open windows of the living room, you were glad that you accepted to come.

"Y/N! It's read-," Doyoung budged inside the house but you were quick to shush him.

He stopped in place for a moment and took in the view of his nephew asleep in your arms. You smiled at him and you both looked at the boy's peaceful expression for a little while.

"Here, I'll put him to sleep," Doyoung then whispered and knelt in front of you extending his hands, wrapping the child's body with his arms and pulling him softly to his chest.

You looked at the man's smiling face as he turned around then at his back and had to inhale and exhale slowly, calming the butterflies in your stomach, just like you've been doing for the past few months. When you couldn't see him anymore you looked at your hands and smiled seeing the hard work you and Doyoung's nephew put into drawing with multi-coloured markers.

"I'm sorry you had to take care of him all afternoon."

You jolted a little at the sound of his voice and jerked your face towards the bathroom entrance where Doyoung stood, one shoulder resting on the door, arms crossed on his chest and a peaceful expression. You smiled back and turned the water off before grabbing a towel and drying your wet hands.

"It's fine. I enjoyed myself," you assured him.

"He likes you a lot," and something in Doyoung's tone made you stop your motions and look at his face again. His eyes were dark and his cheeks slightly pink from being outside. You couldn't stare too much though and you soon found yourself shifting glances all around the room.

"I like him a lot too. He's a very sweet boy."

Then the silence engulfed you both.

"Come here," Doyoung ordered softly.

You felt your mouth dry but walked the few steps separating you from him, unsure of what he wanted. The man slid one hand around your waist and put the other on your jaw, slowly cupping your cheek making your breath hitch. He stared at you from underneath his fringe as if asking permission and you closed your eyes with trembling lids, fingers grabbing the shirt on his shoulders as he placed his lips on yours.

He smelled like clean cotton under sun rays and you smiled into the kiss, realizing that you've unconsciously attributed that scent to home and safety.

"Was that the truth?", Doyoung's breath tickled your lips when he pulled away.

It was obvious what he referred to. You rubbed your cheek onto his palm and he held you even closer.

"Of course. Do you lie to children?"

"Of course, I lie to children," he chuckled when you lightly hit his chest.

"Now I can be honest with him as well," Doyoung added with a more serious tone and you tilted your head to the side as if questioning him what that meant.

"Now I can tell him that I do kiss you too because I love you."

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chenmiux asked: Hallooooo can I have a Jaehyun au of him being a cold prince and then u come along and ur drawings capture his heart (this is so cheesy I’m sorry)

I got super busy and had no time to write this so I’m so sorry for it taking forever. I… tried my best so I hope you like it.

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she fell first but he fell harder — haechan

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genre: fluff

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💌 . . . first kisses ! with dream

genre. fluff, tiny angst ! pairings. dream × gn! reader ! tw. mentions of food and a high jaemin ! a/n. this has been sitting in my draft forever now.

MARK

Mark softly hummed to the music that echoed from the radio, eyebrows knitted together as he passionately sung. The bedsheet underneath you crumbles as you shift to get a better look at your boyfriend. He stopped, sensing your eyes on him, and turned around to look at you. You giggled, looking at his dumbstruck face.

“What? Am I not good at singing?” he asked, adorably tilting his head. Big doe eyes looking at you in confusion.

“Who? The great Mark Lee, bad at singing?” he giggled at your indirect compliment. “I am not that good at singing, actually,” he rubbed his nape as he tried to find words, distracted by how close you were.

“Y’know, the characters in a movie would’ve kissed in a situation like this,” he mumbled without a second thought, instantly regretting it.

“well then, kiss me” “what?”

“Kiss me.” you pout your lips, inching your face closer towards him. He mumbled a ‘cute’ and placed his lips on yours. Bringing his hand to your cheeks, he slowly caressed the muscle as soft, plump lips melted into yours. The warmth in your chest grew, spreading to your whole body. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours and smiled gleefully before letting a small giggle.

RENJUN

Renjun was looking at you, memorising your features. You could tell he was having a hard time. “What is it renren?” “uh? Nothing.” he dismissed you, trying to get a closer look at your lips. He looked back at the canvas he was drawing on and sighed, erasing something and going back to looking at your lips. 

“Are you drawing me?” You asked, amused. You sat beside him, wanting to look at the drawing, but he hid the canvas, “No, I’m not drawing you, I just wanted to take a look at your lips to get an idea about drawing them.” He stated, defending himself.

You nodded and moved away from him, wanting to give him space. He panicked, thinking that you were upset, “Hey, Hey, If you move away, how can I look at them properly?” You mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and moved closer to him. “You can kiss me to get a proper idea.” You suggested to Renjun, who looked flustered at your proposal. Taking his hands in yours, you leaned in only to bump your noses. 

He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He tilted his head and told you to try again. A sigh left him as your lips finally made contact. His lips moved slowly against yours, trying to memorise them. You tasted the strawberry he was eating earlier, sour yet sweet. It tingled your lips. He pulled back, and the ghost of the kiss lingered on your lips. And, now strawberries remind you of him.

JENO

You watch your boyfriend as he plays games on his phone, admiring the way his muscles tensed whenever he got close to losing and the way he pouted his lips in concentration. God, you wanted to kiss those lips.

“Jeno, gimme a kisss!” you whine, grabbing his attention. He spares you a single glance before going back to playing.

“Babe, please wait. I’ll finish this round, and I'm all yours.” he said, tapping on the phone aggressively.

“You said that last time.” you whine again, louder this time. He sighs in defeat.

“Fine, c’mere.” you gladly scooted closer to him, pushing your face in front of his. He didn’t take his eyes off his phone as he leaned closer towards you. Eyes still glued to his phone, he pecks your lips. He finally looks at you, wide-eyed, lips still connected to yours. He reads your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. You chuckle at his reaction.

He falls on top of you, hiding his face in your chest while you struggle to breathe. “Jeno, move. I can’t breathe.” he shifts his weight to his side, still clinging to you. “I’m dead from pure bliss, and a kiss is required to be resurrected.” “What are you? Snow white?” “I'm Your snow white.”

HAECHAN

Like any other day, Haechan was messing around, trying to anger you. The satisfaction he gets from annoying people is incomparable. “Haechan, you snob!”You scolded your boyfriend, who smeared ice cream on you rather than feeding you. You tried to sound as annoyed as possible, but the smile on your face gave it away. 

“That’s what you get for being greedy.” He stated. “I just asked for a bite of yours!” “You have ice cream yourself!” Fighting with him is rather pointless. He’ll win anyway. You let out a huff and looked at your half-melted ice cream, sadly staring back at you.  

Looking at your long face, he decided to have some mercy on you. “Here, have mine.” He casually said, placing the ice cream near your lips. You smiled and eagerly leaned in to take a bite, only for him to smear on you yet again. He laughed victoriously, looking at your face. You lifted your hand to wipe it off before he stopped you, moving closer to you. 

“What do you want?” You said, rather annoyed at him. He didn’t react and lifted your chin, his thumb barely brushing below your ice cream smeared lower lip. Shifting his gaze from your lips, he looked into your eyes as if asking permission.       

You closed your eyes and felt his lips on yours. His lips were cold and comforting on a hot, sunny day. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, letting yourself relax in his arms. Haechan carefully embraced your lips with his, with a certainty that there would be a thousand more kisses. He intertwined his fingers with yours, the ice cream, long forgotten now. Maybe, there is something comparable to the satisfaction he gets from annoying people.

JAEMIN

The loud music filled the living room, now transformed into a dance room as Jaemin danced. He moved effortlessly with grace, as if the music travelled through his veins. It was a sight to see, the passion in his eyes, the lithe movement of his body, the way he messily lip-synced to the booming music. Jaemin managed to look like an artwork so easily. 

You were mesmerised by him. You watched his every movement with keen eyes. Jaemin noticed it, a smile making its way onto his face as he stopped his movement altogether. “Don’t stare too hard, your eyes might pop out.” He joked, making you cover your face. “Oh, c’mon, don’t be embarrassed now. Why don’t you join me?” He was dragging you before you could even answer. 

Placing his hands on your waist, he spun you around. You can feel the sugar rush he was having from the amount of coffee he had drunk. You told him to slow down, but, right after, he toppled on top of you. You didn’t feel any pain from hitting the ground because you were too concentrated on how close he was. “Hi,” You said to distract yourself. “Hi,” he replied, catching your nervous tone. He smiled. He rested his forehead against yours and relaxed a bit. 

“Can I?” he asked, shifting his gaze towards your lips. You nodded and closed your eyes as you felt his soft, warm lips on yours. Tilting your head to the side, you combed his locks. His lips moved softly against yours despite his high state. He broke the kiss and pulled back enough to let you both breathe. Chuckling, he looked at your blissed-out expression. “Hmm, your lips taste better than coffee.”

CHENLE

All you wanted to do now was rest between your boyfriend's arms as he sings you to sleep. It’s just not the best day, and even though you had done your best, you felt that it wasn’t good enough. That you weren’t good enough because that’s what the people around had taught you. And you just missed Chenle badly. 

Reaching home, you unlocked the door and immediately searched for your lover, finding him petting Daegal on the couch. Greeting you, he smiled. His soft smile was enough to make you break down, but you managed to keep your tears at bay. But Chenle knew you, and he knew something wasn’t right. Putting Daegal down, he walked towards you with concerned eyes, “Baby, is everything all right?” 

That was your last straw. You pulled him into a hug, sobbing into his chest. Rubbing your back, he helped you to vent out your feelings. “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you with my worries,” you said, wiping a stray tear. Chenle sighed, “Hey, you aren’t disturbing me. That’s why I’m here, aren’t I? To listen to your worries and wipe your tears away, hmm?” interlacing your hands together, he reassured you. He nuzzled your noses. You smiled, thankful to have him by your side.

He rested his forehead on yours, and you were sure that you both had the same thought in mind. Tilting your head, you gave him permission. His lips landed on yours the moment you said it. Rocking you slowly in his arms, he combed your hair with his fingers. Time had slowed, and there was nothing in this world other than you both. You knew that you’d cherish this moment forever, the moment when you knew Chenle was your home.

JISUNG

Stargazing on the rooftop with your boyfriend of three months, huddled under the blankets with you. Can’t get any better, right? 

It’s safe to say that Jisung was still shy in the relationship, and you often had to initiate things. Not that you were complaining. How could someone complain about his heated cheeks and shy eyes whenever he received the tiniest affections. It was adorable. He was adorable. 

The moonlight shone on him, highlighting his features. He truly looked like an angel. Shifting closer to him, you rested your head on his shoulder. He glanced at you for a second and smiled, his cheeks heating up instantly. “You look pretty,” you complimented him, hearing his heartbeat pace up in the quiet night. “Huh? Oh, thank you.” He said, rubbing his nape shyly, an action you had come to adore. 

Raising your hand, you placed them on his cheeks, pinching them. “You are really adorable,” He grinned cheekily at you. You let your hand stay there as your thumb caressed them softly. You couldn’t help but let your gaze wander to his lips. They looked welcoming, to say the least. Soft, pink lips that you can’t help but dream about. As you let your thoughts wander, Jisung noticed your gaze on his lips and unconsciously leaned towards you. 

You placed your other hand on his back, and he placed his on your hips as your lips softly connected in the purest form possible. You pulled back, only to kiss him again. Jisung made you feel giddy and at home at the same time. The night did get better. 

“Wait, will you get pregnant?”

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