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oh, so oblivious!

In which you and Yangyang are ever so oblivious about your feelings towards each other, but worry not, the Liu family comes to your rescue!

♦ Characters: best friend’s little brother!Yangyang x reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, uni au

♦ Words: 3.9k

♦ A/N: Dedicated to the loveliest best friend one could ask for, the one who’s in denial about the younger biases until she can’t take it aka @lily-blue​! Hope you have the best birthday ever! Stay healthy, happy and wishing you lots of joy, luck, happiness, many more biases and kdramas that we can watch together! Love you to the Moon and back! 💖

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neptune’s atlantis.

Never underestimate a lady.

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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Simpler Times || Na Jaemin

Genre: Fluff,1950s references, lovers!au, valentines!au, part of @kpopscape​ Love Fools Valentines Collab

Pairing: new boyfriend!jaemin x female reader

Warnings: None, just tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Synopsis: You had recently gotten into a relationship with Na Jaemin, and you had barely held hands properly, let alone kissed. Maybe the grand reopening of the Drive-In Cinemas will be able to fix that

A/N: When I saw the collab call, I couldn’t help myself. I am a sucker for history and Na Jaemin, so why not combine the two! I’m not sure how I feel about this piece so I really hope that you, dear reader, enjoy it! 

You heard a car horn ring put through the entire neighbourhood, signalling that your ride and your date had arrived at your house. Applying one last stroke to your bright red lipstick, you did one final check over in your mirror, smoothing out the non existent crinkles in the skirt of your white and black polka dotted dress. Your hair fell in neat curls, reminciant of an older era. That was the point of your whole outfit. Your friend had mentioned to you that the old drive-in cinemas, that had been opened in the early 50s, had been renovated and were holding a 1950s themed night, open to everyone with one rule; you had to wear a 1950s inspired outfit. With this information in mind, you had recently gotten into a relationship with the ever-so-sweet Na Jaemin, who you had yet to go out on a date that wasn;t at the local cafe. You saw this as the perfect opportunity and asked him if he would like to go with you, to which he had said yes before he heard the end of your sentence. 

You dashed out the front door to see your boyfriend, leather jacket only allowing a glimpse of a loose white t-shirt underneath. His hair was slicked back and a toothpick rested lazily between his lips. He really took the whole dress-up just as seriously as you did.

“Hey! You look good!” You greeted him, wrapping him in a welcoming hug. He returned the hug, his bright signature smile adorning his lips. 

“Thank you. You look just as delightful.” He replied, a chuckle resonating from you at his choice of words.

“Did you look up a list of 50s lingo or something?” You laughed, as Jaemin’s face turned serious.

“How did you know? Was it that obvious?” He inquired, making you laugh more. 

“No, not at all, darling. Let’s go, shall we?” You said, patting his shoulder and walking around to the passenger seat of his car. 

“I decided to go for the greaser look. Jeno said I looked like a ‘Grease’ reject. Does it look bad?” Jaemin questioned with a pout, as he put his seatbelt on and started the car. You looked at the boy and shook your head.

“Fuck whatever Jeno says. You look amazing, Jaem.” You saw a light blush bloom on Jaemin’s cheeks, a shy smile spreading across his face. 

“Thank you, baby. The movies?”

You nodded. “The movies.”

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High School!Haechan

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When Haechan strutted into Chinese class with his hands in his pockets, earbuds shoved in, and backpack hanging off one shoulder, you had a terrible urge to smack him. Mina, one of the most popular girls in the class, immediately stood up and flocked around him with her friends. 

A chorus of “Here I’ll help you!” and “I can do it, I’m good at it!” flooded the previously quiet room as the girls made grabs at Haechan, who calmly and politely refused their offers. He glided to the window where you were, swinging his backpack onto the ground and plopped into the desk beside you. You groaned in (half) mock disgust. 

“Are you kidding me right now?” 

Haechan only smiled goofily at you, and you knew he was trying his best not to start laughing. He popped his earbuds out and draped them across the back of his neck, the buds dangling from his shoulder.

“As much as I hate AirPods, I swear to god they’re meant for you.” 

He merely shrugged “You wanna buy them for me? You know I don’t have the money for them.”

“You know I don’t have money for them either! If I had money, do you think I would still have my LG phone? Do you know how hard it is to find a cute phone case? I have to spend a solid hour browsing through shady eBay listings!” As you rambled, Haechan scooted his desk so that his bumped against yours, returning his gaze back to you when he felt settled. Completely disregarding your mini-rant, he whined. “Fix it for me, please.”

You crossed your arms against your chest and huffed. What kind of game was he playing? “No. So many people offered and you turned them down, I’m not about to fix it for you.”

“Ah Y/N! Come on, please~” He continued to make baby noises at you and pout profusely. You quickly scanned the room and saw a significant portion of your classmates either glaring at you or gaping at Haechan. When he wouldn’t let up, you snatched his earbuds from where they laid and set them on your desk. 

He always did this. Mostly because he wanted your attention, and also because he liked it when you helped him. It made him feel like you cared about him. So every few months, he would knot the wires of his earbuds so messily that it reduced the length of them by half, and then proceed to beg you to untie them for him. And here you were, once again, hunched over the tangled mass trying to carefully dissect the clump. 

“Literally anyone else could’ve done this and it would’ve produced the same result,” you complained. 

“That’s not true. You’re the only person who won’t break them when you untangle.”

Haechan watched you work, your fingers moving skillfully due to all the previous times he came to you with the same task. He liked how your hair would fall from your ear and brush against your nose, and how you would then let out a huff of air to push it away. He liked how you would start with your head bent over the desk and then slowly straighten, bringing the earbuds to your face rather than your face to the earbuds. And he liked how every time you finish untangling it, you would grab his phone and plug them in to make sure the wiring was still intact in each ear. 

You put the buds into your own ears and hit play, not caring what was on. Although you were kind of curious today since Haechan was sporting his resting bitch face as he came in today. Expecting some kind of badass rap, you were surprised to hear jazzy piano and a male voice. 

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off you

You’d be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

“What is this?” you asked, popping one earbud out so that you could hear his reply. He raised an eyebrow and frowned, trying to remember. The music continued to stream into your ear, and you were a little surprised by the lyrics.

I love you baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you baby

Through all the lonely nights

“Haechan this song is so unlike you,” you mused. The lyrics came to you in fragments, as you were only paying attention half of the time. You opened his Spotify and read the title out loud. “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, Max Von Essen.”

Oh pretty baby

Haechan’s eyes widened in alarm. The tips of his ears started burning and he opened his mouth to explain, but couldn’t. How could he tell you that he was listening to it, with you on his mind? Sure, he was planning on confessing his feelings at some point but not now. It was too soon, too rushed, too spontaneous. He wasn’t ready. He doubted you were either. 

And let me love you

“Do you like it?” he asked instead. Your head started to sway to the song, fingers tapping the surface of the desk rhythmically. “Yeah, I do. Not my usual vibe, but it’s very sweet.”

You’re just too good to be true

Haechan picked up the other earbud, his fingers grasping the white plastic and bringing it to his ear. Maybe now was the time. It didn’t have to be a grandiose, fantastical promposal under the stars. As he listened to the lyrics with you, he made up his mind. 

Oh pretty baby

Now that I’ve found you stay

“You know,” he started, when the music faded away. “When I listen to this song I think of you.”

You cocked your head, confused. “Because of the sound? You know I don’t really listen to old music or jazzy stuff.” 

He shook his head, feeling flustered. Forcing himself to swallow his nerves, he looked straight into your eyes and smiled warmly. You’d never seen him so genuine before and felt butterflies stir in your stomach. “What then?”

“The lyrics. You’re too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

The corners of your lips twitched upwards. Was he saying what you think he’s saying?

He inhaled and started singing to you sweetly, serenading you. In awe, you pulled out the other earbud to give him your full attention. He slowed the song down as he sang, gracing you with his voice that you heard so rarely. Your heart bloomed and you felt an urge to kiss him but you knew that if you kissed him now, he would stop singing. His voice pulled you in and made you forget about the little trivialities, instead encouraging you to focus on only him. 

“I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright. I need you baby, through all the lonely nights”

Sykkuno: I need you to swear-

Corpse: Fuck.

Sykkuno: ...I meant promise.

requested by: @hannie-dul-set​

pairing || jaemin x reader

word count || 0.6k

prompts || fluff 24 “this reminded me of you” and general 42 “are you flirting with me?” from this prompt list (reqs open)

note || oops allex this was the first req i received and it’s been sitting in a corner so ya very sorry for that yes <333 i hope you like this though i wrote it at 3am bc i was in a good mood

“no, jaemin, i swear to god, not that. anything but that,” you groaned, snatching a garment in a rather disgusting shade of purple out of your best friend’s hands, hurriedly hanging it up on a random rack before someone could judge you for having such bad taste in clothing.

“i wanted to see you in it!” jaemin pouted, reaching a hand out to pull out an equally hideous neon green sweater, “how about this?”

you gaped at him in disbelief, placing your hands on his shoulders slowly, “no. n-o- no. seriously, jaemin, if i’d known you were going to do this i wouldn’t have suggested picking out outfits for the other to try on.”

“fine,” jaemin huffed, putting down the sweater, “i’ll find you something decent, so go to the men’s section and stop hovering around me!”

a few minutes later, you were conflicted, wondering if a gray or white jacket would suit jaemin better, and got the fright of your life when someone whispered your name by your ear. of course, jaemin being jaemin, whispering suddenly next to your ear wasn’t out of the norm. 

“okay, i swear to god, if you’ve brought me another horrible outfit that my grandma would wear i will kill-” jaemin cut you off with a wide grin, shoving the white t-shirt into your face.

“so prettyyyyy,” he gushed, voice uncharacteristically soft and high, “this reminded me of you, y/n.”

you frowned at his words, “are you flirting with me?”

jaemin spread his arms wide like he’d just been pronounced the king of the world. “ah, perhaps i am. why, do you like it?”

“jaemin, it’s literally a plain white t-shirt, at this point i don’t know whether to feel flattered or to feel bad for your taste.”

“white t-shirts are really pretty, okay? i bet doyoung-hyung would look really good wearing this.”

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to love and to cherish | lee jeno

Summary: Maybe all along, Lee Jeno was destined to be her lover, her home, and everything more.

12.5k words, cheer captain! female oc (no name mentioned) x ice hockey captain! jeno, fluff with angst, childhood best friends to lovers, fake dating! au, kinda slow burn, featuring ice hockey player! jaemin

Warnings: language (i’m pretty sure it was one word), uhh maybe a little suggestive but it’s not explicit, that’s all i think!

Song recommendation: taylor swift - lover

a/n: i worked really hard on this one, i hope you have fun reading as much as i had fun writing it!

“SCORE!”

And that marked the end of the season with Neo Varsity emerging as Champion, yet again. Cheers erupted from the crowd, splashes of the striking blue and red colours from their pristine school emblem painted across the stadium in celebration of the team’s victory. The audience watched as a particular blue-haired boy in jersey number 23 gets tossed up in the air by his teammates, his face beaming with a famous, killer eye smile that he’s known for. It was one of those celebratory rituals that the team did after every game; but this win was more significant than any of their previous matches, for it made them the longest reigning champion in history. Ten years. To defend their Champion title for ten years wasn’t an easy task, but they had done it. And for the past three years, it was all thanks to him.

Lee Jeno.

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