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plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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notes: sorry yall im gna have to give u a half chapter for now 💀💀 the written part is in the drafts rn, ill post it tmr as the second half. (im so lazy, i deeply apologize for how long it takes for me to update 😭) and the random pov changes must be confusing too, this is rikis pov if u couldnt tell 💀 lmk if the tags work this time !! its moving a bit fast rn im sorry if its too quick paced btw 💔

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter two: hot "girls"

if someone had told past riki that- in all his 17 years of living- he'd end up meeting the most beautiful person ever one late Saturday night (or Sunday morning?) in the corner of a CU, he would have come wearing a tuxedo.

okay, maybe not that far. but the point is, he would've at least been somewhat prepared. because now, staring at said prettiest person ever at exactly 12:35 a.m., he feels ridiculously underdressed for the occasion. but could you blame him, really? he walked in from rehearsal to get a drink, expecting no one else but an exhausted, cranky cashier, not the girl of his fucking dreams.

she spares him a glance as soon as he steps into the aisle, and he's already down for the count. (cue the romantic ballad.) she's only picking some stuff up off the floor, yet it feels like manual labor to try and look another direction. he swears it isn't an exaggeration to say she's the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes upon. from her long lashes and how her hair delicately frames her unblemished face, to the way her glinting jewelry only accentuates her sculpted features and immaculate fashion sense... riki doesn't chase, but he'd sprint pick up the pace just for this girl.

oh fuck, i'm staring.

he's ready to turn the other way (albeit reluctantly) so not to seem like a fucking creep, but his legs decide to plant themselves into the ground when she gets up and-

SHE'S APPROACHING. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY WHAT THE FUCK. she's even prettier up close, and- god, riki feels like such a loser. his thoughts are racing a mile a minute, and he's far from being used to it.

"...i could use?" it takes him a little to realize she's asking him for something several seconds later.

he blinks once. twice. thrice. embarrassment sends a jolt through him, and he can sense it rushing straight to his face. thank god for the mask he's wearing- oh! he finally manages to process her request, by some miracle.

the girl's a bit shifty once ni-ki snaps from his trance, rubbing her nape awkwardly. "uh, it's fine if you don't-"

"no, i think i uh- i- i might have, um..." he stumbles over his words quite a lot, opting to just shut up and check his pockets for an extra mask to save himself from further humiliation. i hope the fucking floor caves under me right now. but wait- second miracle of the night: he has what she asked for! the shame shrinks ever so slightly in size. "i actually do."

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well, he was offering the mask to the girl, and the next thing he knows he's forgotten how to breathe properly since she's folded her ringed fingers into his, thanking him profusely. he doesn't even have the capacity to respond before she runs off, still bolted in place.

give the poor kid a moment to recover. he's not used to encounters with hot girls.

sorry, hot "girls".

"-and then i saw her and she saw me and when i tell you my stomach PLUNGED-"

"i'm sorry, you really fell in love with a girl at a CU?"

sunoo doesn't even try to hide his expression- a mix of amusement, utter confusion, disappointment and disbelief. riki rolls his eyes.

"shut the fuck up and let me finish my story. and i thought-"

"you're lucky i'm even listening to you! it's one in the morning and i need my rest but noooo, you just had to come barging in with your delusional lovesick bullshit- you don't even know who she is!"

"i could find out!" sunoo gives him the nastiest look. "okay, you know that wasn't what i meant."

"creepy ass."

"die. what i meant was that i could end up running into her again someday!" ni-ki throws up his hands in an effort to prove his point. "you never know."

his friend raises an eyebrow skeptically, deciding to merely shake his head and return his attention to the phone in his hands. "right. whatever you say."

the taller boy sighs defeatedly. "you're so unsupportive." when this gains no response from his senior, he leans over his shoulder to peer at the screen. "who're you texting?" usually this makes sunoo jerk away with a scowl, but it seems like he's too tired to care at the moment.

"a friend. he's having a bit of a crisis." he doesn't elaborate further. riki skims over the string of messages, which include an excessive amount of curses, capitalization and "ivory's gonna kill me", until his eyes catch on the profile picture.

his mouth immediately goes dry. "sunoo, click on his icon."

"what? why-"

"just show me." sensing that low note of urgency in his tone, a suspicious sunoo gives in, and a clearer photo of the friend in question is displayed. "what is it?"

silence answers him. he turns to look at riki, whose face has gone positively white. "what?"

that's the girl.

that's the "girl".

but it's a... he?

...fuck.

notes: corny lame boo tomato tomato 💀 it's all written today, hope yall r okay w that. sorry that its basically the same as the last chapter but i wanted to show riki's whipped ass pov. writing is SHIT once again, apologies... im running off a solid 2 gallons of caffeine and love for huening kai. plus i wanted to get another chapter to u guys as quick as possible.

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sunlight has just started to break through the curtains when you wake up. behind you, you can feel sunghoon’s arm still wrapped around your waist. your back is pressed against his chest. you shift a little, turning to face him. sunghoon has always looked so peaceful when he sleeps. during your quiet mornings together the tension relaxes from his shoulders and the stress of being solely responsible for an entire kingdom of people momentarily disappears, leaving only his small moles and pretty smile visible.

it isn’t bright enough to warrant waking sunghoon yet, so you take your free time to admire your lover. your finger traces along his sharp jawline and up to push his bangs out of his eyes. his unstyled hair feels soft against your fingers as you play with it. sunghoon stirs a little but doesn’t open his eyes, moving to lay closer to you. your hand moves from his hair down to the nape of his neck, tickling the skin. he flinches, laughing as he opens his eyes. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his hold. 

“good morning,” he whispers. 

“morning,” you hum, getting out of bed despite sunghoon’s whines. “we need to get ready for the day.” he groans but sits up, following you out of bed and into the bathroom. 

something about bathing with sunghoon has always been so intimate. his fingers are gentle as they brush against your skin, massaging the soap into your hair. you let yourself relax at the feeling of his hands against your skin, relishing in the time you get to have alone with him. 

“you’re so handsome, y/n,” he whispers, washing your back. “so, so handsome. ‘m so glad you’re mine.” 

“it’s too early to be flirting with me like this,” you murmur, grateful that he isn’t able to see your face. 

“it’s never too early to fluster you,” he laughs. “it’s the highlight of my day.” you bite back a smile, turning around and instead focusing on rinsing the soap off of sunghoon’s back. 

you leave him to dry off alone, going back to your shared room to change into your clothes for the day. sunghoon is quick to follow, silently slipping his own coat onto his shoulders. he waits patiently for you to finish dressing yourself, styling your hair and fixing the cuffs of your own blazer. in the reflection of the mirror you use to adjust your hair, eyes focused on the ring that shines on your finger. he unconsciously plays with his own matching one, letting the giddiness of being married to the love of his life stay for the time being. in the morning silence he has nothing else to focus on. no one who needs his immediate attention. for now, he can focus on the way you continuously push a strand of hair out of your face, leaning closer to the mirror and squinting ever so slightly. 

when you notice him looking at you from the corner of your eye you quickly look away. sunghoon chuckles as he walks closer until he is standing behind you. he holds a hand out for you to take, pulling you to your feet. you let him twirl you around the room, hands intertwined as you dance to silent music. his laugh is enough to spur on your own, lost in your own little world. 

sunghoon pulls you close so you’re standing at eye level with his chest. you ignore the feeling of his breath against your cheek as you do the buttons of his blazer. sunghoon’s hands ghost against your hips as you smooth out the black fabric, adjusting the tassels that hang from his shoulders. once you finish, he leans down to pull you into a sweet kiss. “thank you, darling.” 

you reach up to push the fringe out of his eyes. “of course.” 

you’re interrupted by a tentative knock on your bedroom door, accompanied by the shaky voice of a servant. “your majesty, your meeting is set to begin in five minutes.” 

“thank you,” sunghoon silently dismisses her with a curt nod. he presses another fleeting kiss against your forehead, whispering a quick ‘i love you’ before finally leaving for the day. 

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plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter eleven: emo shins

"for the last time, stay away from abigail, she's mine."

"not if i get to her first."

"you bitch-"

the seemingly never-ending squabble for the fictional female continues, eventually resulting in yn losing the current battle.

he curses as riki's avatar manages to swoop in mere seconds before his can, gifting the girl a chunk of amethyst. "shit-faced ball licker." ni-ki's laugh fills his ears as he adjusts his phone's position with one hand, flipping him the bird with the other.

"that's a new one."

it's been well past an hour since they began the call, their other members preparing for bed at this point. the facetimes they have can get kind of random, but usually they'll either fall asleep watching a movie on netflix or just end up in a multiplayer game on switch. yn introduced stardew valley to riki a week or so ago, and since then they've been grinding co-op on their shared "peeniz farm". ridiculously immature, but both found the title hilarious. however, there seems to be a recurring argument over who gets a certain purple-haired character.

"she doesn't even like your gifts, all you give her is flowers."

"because i don't spend all my days in the fucking mines?! weirdo."

"who fishes and forages the whole time again?"

"me, ki. i'm the one that touches grass."

"hey."

"shut up," yn rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, finally relenting with a sigh. "whatever, you can have her. i'll just go for the emo instead, i guess."

"at last, you give up." ni-ki exhales contentedly, then frowns. "wait what emo."

"you know, the emo guy that never comes out of his room? hair looks like a bird?" yn racks his brain for the name, snapping his fingers once he gets it. "sebastian, that's it!"

"oh."

an elongated pause ensues.

on riki's side, it's due to a mild... celebration, of sorts. he has to move from the camera view in order to quietly pump his fist into the air, paired with a whispered "yesss" that has jay shooting him a weird glance as he passes by the living room. he hopes he isn't looking into the situation too much, but according to what just happened yn confirmed rather explicitly that he's into guys, which is a total win. yes, they flirt a lot, but not exclusively with each other. plus, it's not like they're being serious. they may have a close relationship, but they've never spoken about this subject before, and riki wouldn't ever make assumptions. he's not a dickbag, he doesn't think a guy's automatically gay just because he appears feminine.

don't get the kid wrong though, he's not quite gotten to finding a label for everything going on. he doesn't know what he... is, he doesn't know anything beyond the fact that he has a small, teensy-weensy crush on yn. he's had one the moment they met, it just took him a little longer to actually acknowledge it, since he's not felt this way for anyone. he hasn't told a soul about this, but clearly sunoo's pieced it together (the bitch knows EVERYTHING) and knowing him he probably let it slip to sunghoon. the others for sure have their suspicions, but they haven't fully caught on yet.

but what if he's only messing around? the possibility majes ni-ki grimace. it's not that deep, it's only a video game. this is much too complicated. does he casually inquire further, or does he leave the topic alone? dammit, decisions, decisions.

meanwhile, yn's kinda freaking on his end. he's managed to maintain a perfectly composed poker face as he shifts to lie down with his nintendo, but the silence is sloely unnerving him. did i just... unintentionally out myself... with a fucking emo? he runs a hand over his long hair, inwardly punching himself. it's okay, it's fine. why would riki judge? they're best friends, he'd never pull that kind of shit. he's nothing like him.

fuck, the overthinking's getting to him. he's ready to use an 'i was just kidding' card until his companion speaks up. "why him, though? go for a better guy, at least."

and just like that all his fears are chased away, replaced by an eased smile as he stares fondly at the boy on his phone rather than the game. "yeah? and who do you suggest?"

"i don't know, like... shane?"

"shane? you've gotta be shitting me."

"why?? what's wrong with him?!"

"what- he's a raging cunt and likes nothing but beer! not my type. incredibly not my type."

"oh?" feeling bold, riki perches his chin in his palm with a smirk, inquiringly peering at yn. "what's your type then, yn?"

immediately he returns the energy. "hm... i dunno..." he acts like he's pondering the question, despite already having a response in mind. "maybe someone like y-"

"yn is that your lychee jelly in the kitchen, 'cause otherwise i'm eating it."

kuli sticks his head im from the doorway of the jack-and-jill bathroom they share, and the moment's over as fast as it began. distracted, yn tears his gaze from niki's upon remembering his prized bucket of sweets he'd left. "touch my snacks and you're fucking dead. be right back," he excuses himself with a quick reassurance, and with that leaves two of his closest friends with each other.

kuli rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, leaning against the doorframe. "i interrupted something, didn't i."

"if you count arguing over who to go for in stardew valley, then yeah."

the corner of his lip quirks upward. "the correct answer is anyone but shane."

"...he can't be that bad."

"what- he's a raging cunt and likes nothing but beer!"

kuli's surprisingly the only other member of yn's group thar riki really got more acquainted with since being introduced. despite the amount of warnings about how "scary" he could be, kuli was the most friendly and welcoming toward him, especially when they first met. he kinda reminds niki of jungwon, to be honest (especially with the fear factor that plays into both's roles).

it definitely isn't that he doesn't like the remaining two. he just doesn't get the chance to talk to ivory a lot, and with chaeri... it's a little weird. ever since he dropped an absolute bomb with that "no repeat of last time" and conveniently forgot to elaborate, they haven't had much of a conversation. half of riki is tempted to ask about it, but the other half feels like it'd be an invasion of privacy on yn's part. it worries him from time to time, but he figures that if he hasn't been given the entire story then it isn't that important, right?

(oh how wrong he is.)

niki's mouth stretches into a satisfying yawn. it's past 11:30 by now, and he knows he's supposed to wake up early, but he refuses to be the first one to sleep. kuli laughs at him as he shakes himself awake. "just go to bed if you're tired, dude."

"i'm not tired."

"trying to hold out for longer, i see. how sweet!"

"you shut up."

"yeah, shut up." yn grins as he returns with a giant container of jellies and a white loaf in his arms, shoving kuli out of his bedroom as the older laughs and shutting the door. he moves to sit back on his mattress as the loaf jumps onto his head, giggling quietly at riki's sleepy blinking. "does kiki need his nappy wappy-"

"fuck offfffff." he mumbles, tired eyes lighting up once he hears a meow from the loaf. "is that... you have a cat?!"

"ki, i literally showed you him last night."

"...no you didn't." yn heaves a sigh, peeling his chubby pet from his hair and bundling him in his arms. "he looks like a dumpling."

"which is exactly why i named him mandu." he cracks a smile. "let me guess. stupid and unoriginal?"

well, to anyone else niki might laugh and say it's stupid and unoriginal, but this is yn we're talking about here. plus, simping aside, the name really does fit said cat. "no, i like it. it's very, very um... " he struggles to think of a word. "...food-related?"

"you need sleep."

"leave me alone, i don't wanna end the call and if i bring my phone back into the room sunoo'll never shut up and you know how annoying he gets."

"i'm telling him you said that." heeseung grins as he walks by. "night yn!"

"night heeseung!"

"don't you dare-"

riki tries to stand up from the couch, only for his knees to give out after being curled up on them for so long. yn unleashes a high-pitched cackle, and heeseung takes off to his room.

their night ends shortly after this, with both falling asleep within mere minutes (though not without a brief twitter login on both parts). however, as usual, the phone stays on for hours, even as they slumber.

notes: again, i apologize for the long wait... cant promise it wont happen again tho 😥. got carried away writing then got lazy at the end,,, do yall prefer written parts or not? also forgot abt the twt privs whoops, i js wanna jam pack as much fluff as i can into this shit before it gets SERIOUS 😆 yall arent ready

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young!president snow x gn!reader - smut

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Anonymous asked: Heya!! I really liked teeth and it sort of inspired me dkfjdkfk I was wondering if you‘d be down to write a small smutty oneshot for young president snow x trophyspouse!reader where Coryo leaves a lot of hickeys and bitemarks on their neck to sort of show that they’re his and only his. pls feel free to make it dubcon teee heeee

warnings: smut (mdni), dub-con, bite marks, hickeys, possessive Coryo, penetrative sex (vague), not proofread

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Several layers of lavishly plush blankets and pillows litter the large bed you're sprawled out on. It's the bed you and Coryo share and he decided it had to be ridiculously big, offering far too much space for just two people. A deep red canopy surrounds it, which you're staring up into at this very moment.

Your legs ache from being on your feet the entire day. Fortunately, Coryo is usually the one that does all the talking because if you had to speak with any of the snobs of the Capitol's upper class for longer than a minute you'd probably choke yourself to death. You just stand there, hands wrapped around his arm, looking sweet and alluring.

Some people though, seem to interpret that as a sort of invitation to try and woo you. As if their attempt to get into president snow's spouse's pants wouldn't result in nothing more than getting themselves poisoned.

Not that you've made the connection, of course, but there is a sliver of suspicion nibbling away at the outskirts of your mind.

Today was no different. A tall and, admittedly, handsome young man sat down next to you. With one hand on your arm and a smug smile, he inquired about your name. You chuckled at his brashness, making sure he understood that your last name is Snow.

It didn't seem to deter him, though. He continued to let his fingers trail down the length of your arm, playing with the bracelets adorning your wrist.

You shot down any attempt of his to flirt with you, mainly for his sake, because you feared what your dear husband would do to him.

Positioned at the opposite end of the room, Coryo was meant to be conversing with a few of the gamemakers, but instead, his icy stare was boring holes into the back of the unfortunate fellow's head.

When the stranger dared to grasp your chin between his index and thumb, even after you'd pulled away from his advances multiple times, Coryo jumped up. With quick, powerful strides he'd made his way over to the two of you. You silently begged him not to hurt the man, fear glistening in your eyes.

Coryo simply placed his hand on the side of your face, making you look up at him before placing a quick but fervent kiss on your lips. He positioned himself behind the chair you were sitting on, his hands sliding down to settle on your shoulders. You just wanted to rest your poor legs, nothing more.

"Please introduce me to your friend here, sweetheart. I don't believe we've met yet." His tone seemed pleasant but there were clear undercurrents of tension and malice to it. Thinly veiled bloodlust.

The man stood up, holding out his hand for Coryo to shake, not even faltering in his audacity. "Ferric Blacaw. It's an honour to meet you, president Snow." He sing-songed, an infuriating smirk on his face.

You felt Coryo's grip tighten on your shoulders and even without looking at him, you could tell one of his eyes was twitching.

In a way, it was strangely humorous to watch someone so blatantly disrespect the president, even if he’s your husband. Maybe he didn't know? How would that even be possible? Some people just like the idea of seducing president Snow‘s little trophy spouse to knock him off his high horse. He’s not known for being a humble leader, after all.

You watch the door to the adjoining bathroom creak open, flooding the dim bedroom with its cool light. Coryo steps out from behind it, lingering by the frame as he studies your figure for a few seconds. His face is shrouded by darkness but you can still tell that his expression is grim.

"Everything alright?" You ask. He's been eerily quiet since you both stormed out of that party and you can't help but worry about what must be going on inside his head. You've come to understand that Coryo is quick to spiral, far from a rational thinker. One day, there’ll come a time where you won’t be able to soothe his temper anymore and you’ll have to pay for it.

Without responding, he quietly closes the door behind him and walks over to the bed. You sit up, shuffling to the side to make space for him to climb into it next to you. However, instead of joining you, he reaches forward to grab hold of your ankle and pulls you back towards him.

You let out a surprised yelp.

He moves to climb on top of you, caging you between his arms and pushing his hips in between your legs and forcing them apart. Your breath hitches at the action, wrapping your hands around his forearms to steady yourself.

"Coryo, I'm a little tired. I don't think-..." He presses his lips to yours, this time with far more fervor and drive than at the public gathering before. The way his tongue eagerly slides against your own reminiscent of the voracity of a starving man, but this was a furious man.

When he pulls away, you're met with dark, menacing eyes - his pupils blown wide open. "Don't ever disrespect me like that again." He seethes.

Dread settles in your stomach, like a massive boulder plummeting into deep water. "I tried to tell him." You frantically explain. "He wouldn't leave me alone. I was about to walk away when you interfered, I promise."

Your efforts are in vain. Once he's in this sort of mental space, it's difficult to talk him back out of it. Except that he's never laid hands on you like this before today.

His expression doesn't falter. A pathetic whine escapes your lips as he grinds down on your crotch instead.

"Coryo, please-..." You whimper, his brash demeanor sending shivers down your spine. The manner in which he's pinning you down is far more aggressive than usual. You're completely at his mercy.

He latches onto the soft skin of your throat, dragging his unbearably hot tongue along the curve of it before harshly biting down. You cry out, begging him to at least go easy on you.

Despite your pitiful little protests, he litters your skin with several, deep hickeys. Making sure to go over every single bruised spot multiple times for good measure.

Purple just looks so pretty on you.

Tears well up in your eyes, the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into your tender flesh mixing with pleasure.

Shame jabs at the nape of your neck when a sickly-sweet sort of arousal pools in your lower stomach. You're scared, but there's a part of you that's thoroughly enjoying this, which terrifies you even more.

He rolls his hips into yours once again, eliciting a shameful moan from you when he grinds down on that sweetspot.

You let your hands travel up his arms, clinging onto the lean muscles of his biceps before digging into the wide expanse of his shoulders.

The amount of heat radiating off him makes your head spin, turning your mind into mush. Steady waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you've almost forgotten why you tried to dissuade him in the first place.

He's devouring you - literally.

His eyes gleam with an animalistic glee as he admires his work, the bruises and welts left by his teeth adorning your throat. You watch helplessly as his expression grows hungrier, his mouth twitching as the urge to taste you again overpowers any rational thought in his head.

He gently wipes your tears away, his thumb lingering on your jawline and caressing it oh so sweetly.

"Don't cry, baby." He cooes. "I'm just marking what's mine, okay? They won't bother you anymore." He purrs before pressing a soothing kiss to your hairline. Countless praises fall from his lips and you’d almost believe them were it not for the near murderous intention with which he regards you.

You just nod at him, face red and flustered as you're left with an intense, shameful need to feel him fill you up. He's more than happy to grant your wish, especially when you ask him to fuck you stupid in such a needy way. Sniffling and mewling when he manhandles you into a more comfortable position.

He loves how easy it is to reduce you to a desperate, whimpering mess with just his mouth. Relishing the way you tremble and come undone on his tongue over and over again. His velvety lips like heaven as he kisses your thighs.

It's his fingers digging into your hips, leaving behind all the more bruises as he mercilessly thrusts into you. His pace rough and unforgiving. He’s punishing you, putting you in your place for daring to speak to anyone other than him.

Any lingering twinge of jealousy and anger dissipate when you call out his name so religiously. His name. His intoxicating mouth traveling down your body to nip at your chest, declaring his complete and utter devotion to you as he whispers against your skin. It’s far from unconditional love, and you’re smart enough not to fall for his lies but it’s nice to pretend sometimes. And even if you wanted to, he would never let you just up and leave him.

He presses his forehead to yours, a slew of curses and breathy groans escaping his lips. As he watches your eyes roll back, your chest pressing up into his, and his name crossing the holy threshold of your mouth one last time as if it were a prayer, he finds peace.

He’s your god and you’re calling out to him.

He follows suit shortly after, biting down on your shoulder as he spills deep inside of you.

It's him who makes you writhe and sob from overstimulation. His teeth littering your delicate skin with ugly, violent marks for everyone to see. If they didn’t understand that you’re his, and only his, already, then they will after tonight. That’s for sure.

May the universe have mercy on any fool brazen enough to still attempt and charm you.

He is the only one allowed to defile you like this. For as long as he lives, he will make sure that no one dares ever lay their disgusting hands on you again because you belong to him in every way.

You're a Snow.

You are his and only his.

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plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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chapter six: houseophobia

notes: im sorry yall gna have to deal w some weirdass layouts 😭 this chapters pretty much filler cus i kinda wanted to build up the friendship a lil for the next update, took me a full 30 minutes to upload btw. faceclaim does not have to look like u btw !! i put it is a placeholder. thank u for all the sweet msgs btw, they really cheered me up 💗

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pairing: niki x male reader genre: fluff word count: 225

you blink awake, sunlight pouring into your room through the blinds. sighing, you lean over to check the time. 11:43. you sigh, sitting up to stretch and glancing next to you. niki is still asleep, occasionally slightly twitching from his dream. you smile, hand ghosting against his jawline before you lean down to press a kiss against his nose. he stirs slightly but doesn't wake up, relaxing back into the pillows.

you pull the covers off and quietly get out of bed. grabbing a hoodie from the floor, you head to the kitchen to begin making breakfast. as you're preparing the food, two arms wrap around your waist and a familiar vanilla scent fills the room.

"is this my hoodie?" niki's voice is deeper and raspier from sleep.

"i guess so." you murmur, continuing to mix the batter. behind you, niki laughs, leaning to press a kiss to your shoulder.

"what time is it?" he asks. he doesn't move from his spot from behind you.

"almost noon." niki hums, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "waffles?" you nod. "wow, letting me sleep in and making me breakfast? i have the best boyfriend ever~"

you laugh, turning around to face him. "i think you've won that title." niki laughs, leaning down and pulling you into a quick kiss.

"i disagree," he murmurs. "it's definitely you."

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nara. seasian. 18. non-binary. they/them.

jun is so cute he's like a cat sitting on ur lap/laptop to forcibly stop you from working and take a break 😔🤍

Finals; Junhui

Jun helps you get over the stress of finals week. <3

Conatins: Male X Male, reader being stressed, mentions of harming yourself, mentions of family issues

VERY SHORT!

Genre: Fluff, slight angst but nothing too much

~Requested by anon~

A/N: Sorry it took so long again but here it is! Hope you enjoy reading as always. And i will probably do something special when i get 100 followers so stay tuned if i make it to 100! :D

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You felt yourself tapping your foot on the floor endlessly. You tried to consentrate on the book sitting infront of your face for the 3rd hour straight.

You couldn't even get words out of anything anymore because you were so tired. The thought of dropping out of school has crossed your mind way too many times than it should, but you never actually did it.

You knew that you had to get through it, otherwise your parents would be disappointed and your dad would tell everyone how "irresponsible and useless" you are if you actually dropped out.

You sighed once again and the urge to slam your forehead against the desk was high, but you managed to push that thought away.

You heard the door behind you being knocked on and after that it was opened. You slowly looked away from the desk and all the notes and stuff on it and when you did turn around, you saw your boyfriend standing at the door, looking rather tired himself, even tho he usuallu looks like that.

"What's up?" You asked and turned back to try and get something out of the notes that you had written "It's already 1am.. You should get some sleep too." Jun said as he stepped inside the room fully, walking closer to you.

"I can't yet. I have to study"

Jun sighed deeply. "You have already studied for atleast 6 hours. Have you remembered to eat at all today?" He questioned with his eyebrow raised.

"No. I mean i ate some chips like..." You check the clock "4 hours ago?" Jun sighs once again and looks at you reading something. You looked so tired and Jun couldn't bare to look at you like this.

He turned off your computer and closed all books on the table, not bothering to ask you anything else when he picked you up from the chair, bridal style "Hey! What are you-" "Shh. I can't let you overwork yourself like this." He said with a smile on his lips as he walked downstairs with you in his arms "I can walk on my own, you know?" You said and let out a laugh.

"But i want to carry my prince~" Jun said back teasingly and set you on one of the chairs in the kitchen. "I will prepare you some midnight snack and then we will go to bed and cuddle" He said in a demanding yet playful tone, and you knew that you couldn't say no to him now.

You nodded slightly and smiled up at him as he started to prepare a cup of ramen for the both of you.

He got the cups of ramen done and he handed you your own "Eat now. You need energy so you can study tomorrow again." He said as he started to eat his ramen. You laughed a little and started eating too. "You worry too much! I'm able to study after this too. I don't need sleep that much" You tried to argue but it was like everything you said fell on deaf ears. "No, no and no. You will get to bed with me and have a good nights rest. You can study tomorrow." He said in a childish tone and you couldn't help but smile "Finee~ If you insist." You whined.

After you were both done with your ramen, he walked over to you and reached his hand out, so you could grab it. You smiled up at him and grabbed his hand tightly and he started to take you to the bedroom

"Put on your pyjamas and then come here" He said as he patted the bed and climbed on it

You went to change and after you were done, you went next to Jun, cuddling against his warm body "This... is nice" You said as you felt your eyelids get heavy from all the studying.

"I know my love. It is nice to have you in my arms, knowing that you are safe with me." He said in a comforting and calm tone while he hugged you tightly against him.

You closed your eyes slowly as you drifted off to sleep with the spund of his heartbeat.

"I love you~" He whispered and went to sleep too.

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It's quite short and i'm not sure if it's what you wanted but it's a Jun fic so it doesn't matter so much because we love Jun!

Stay safe and i hope that you all will have a great day/night or whatever it is in your country right now!