The Art Of Love [m.list]

build-a-blurb : jaehyun!!, johnny, doyoung / assistant manager AU! ( you work as their assistant manager basically making sure they are happy and u do like errands for the manager haha ) / "where are you going with all that food?" (Delivering it to the boys ofc) have fun with it!!

Doyoung (ft. Jaehyun & Johnny) + Assistant manager!AU + “where are you going with all that food?”

[a.n. I hope you don’t mind me making JohnJae as extras here. I just thought that Doyoung will be perfect for this AU + I haven’t got any requests for him :< Nevertheless, enjoy bb!]

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There was never a day Manager!Doyoung from the sales team was slacking off. With his impeccable work ethics along with being a perfectionist, the whole office knows how hard your work is as his assistant manager. It takes talent and patience to deal with your boss’ ass. He expects everything to be quick with too little to none errors. So when he asked for your ass to come to his office to submit him a report from the company’s latest product that was due for an hour already, Manager!Doyoung immediately stormed out of his office to look for you.

“Where on earth is Y.N?” He asked, obviously annoyed as he shuts close your empty office door behind him. The whole sales department quivered at the idea of their angry boss who was out of his office. Majority of them froze at their spot.

Manager!Doyoung snickered in disbelief, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge. If he finds out that you’re procrastinating, you are dead. He points his finger at the intern who just came in. “Hey you! Have you seen Y.N?”

“I-I,” The poor girl was caught off guard. “I think I saw her at the Marketing departm-”

Manager!Doyoung wasted no time. He stormed towards the elevator, pushing the button to the marketing department a little bit too hard. His jaw clenched in annoyance as he waited for the door to open. The intern was right. You were at the marketing department floor with tons of fast food paper bags in your arm and a tray of coffee at the other. The word angry was an understatement. Manager!Doyoung was fuming at the sight of you.

“Where are you going with all that food?” His loud familiar voice startled you, making your head turn immediately. You stopped midway from entering the marketing department’s office. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, huh?”

You tried to give a smile to your boss. “Well, you see Sir Kim, Mr. Jung and Mr. Suh saw me at the lobby to fetch you some afternoon coffee so they gave me their orders too.”

He snickered in annoyance before his hand gripped your wrist without notice. You were practically being dragged by your boss towards the marketing department office. You stumbled once he let go of you. But being the gentleman that he is despite being a cold jerk, Doyoung’s hand went flying to your waist to balance you.

“Can I please have a moment with Mr. Jung?” The marketing team blinked at his sudden arrival. “Now!”

The office workers scram to knock at their manager’s office door. Jaehyun not knowing the gravity of the situation went out of his office along with his best bud, Johnny, the manager of the human resources department, with a huge grin on their faces. The both of them were delighted that their snacks finally came. Their smiles immediately vanish when they see you with a nervous smile and a fuming fellow manager on your side.

“Now listen up you two.” Manager!Doyoung loosen his tie out of anger. A scowl is evident on his face. “Y.N is my assistant manager not your errand girl. Now I suggest you let your interns to do the dirty job for you and leave her the fuck out of it. Understood?”

Johnny’s lips turned into a thin line while Jaehyun’s face was red because of embarrassment. They nod, accepting their mistakes wholeheartedly. Jaehyun gives you an apologetic look from where he was standing.

“Sorry Y.N” Johnny took the initiative to get the food from your arms. The whole time he was doing that, Doyoung’s eyes never left the tall man. 

He was glaring at him all throughout. “Furthermore,”

“She is mine to begin with.” His remark made your eyes into saucers, a look of disbelief on your face as you turned to him. The whole office froze at what they heard. Even Jaehyun and Johnny let out a gasp at the sudden revelation. Your boss realized his mistake after a good few seconds. His face turned red in an instant.

“My employee,” Manager!Doyoung tried to keep his composure as he corrected himself. “Because she’s my employee God damnit! Now, get back to work!”

Trailing behind your angry boss, an obvious grin was painted on your lips. You tried to keep your giggles to yourself as you waited inside the elevator. Manager!Doyoung gave you a glare while he fixed his tie. 

“If you laugh you’re fired Y.N” Just like that, your giggles echoed inside the elevator. He lets out a scoff before staring directly at you. The dark look from his eyes made you slowly back away, only for your back to be greeted by the cold elevator wall. 

“Don’t think I can’t make that happen love.” Doyoung raised an eyebrow with a teasing smirk before the elevator door opened and your boss was back being a cold asshole once again.

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Sykkuno: I need you to swear-

Corpse: Fuck.

Sykkuno: ...I meant promise.

still here

summary: it all started with a kiss from your best friend, mark. and most cases, one night stands do not usually end well... right?

note: best friend!mark, sexual implications, cursing/profanities, making out? and purely confused and panicking mark lee.

genre: 99.9% angst and 0.1% fluff | word count: 1.5k

- mark never had a good night's sleep in a while until now.

he opened his eyes and the window to his left side almost told him “good morning”, so bright, so sunny. but he looked at the bookshelves beside a study table, and the bulletin board stacked with utility bills and polaroid films of friends just above a supposed to be a replica of surely an andy warhol pop-art painting.

this was definitely not mark’s room.

he was about to remove the blanket that is sitting on his legs when a figure beside him shuffled a little. the back facing him was bare, messy hair all he could see. but he instantly recognized it, and the room, for so long; because it was you.

slightly panicking, mark carefully removed the warm clothing above his thighs then there he saw that he was only wearing his boxers. right above, just a little, he could see the messy lining of his shirt, and it was definitely worn the other way around.

he rose from the bed carefully, avoiding causing any disturbance. mark made sure his footsteps were inaudible while he was looking for his pants and grey hoodie on the floor. he slowly picked his jeans up, but the belt still made a faint clang noise that he held it so tightly while putting it back on. he also removed his wrinkled, reversed shirt so it would be worn correctly this time before topping it with his grey hoodie.

then mark just… stood there in front of your bed, watching you, trying to recall what has happened last night. then it was all slowly coming back to him.

now, if you happened to wake up at this very moment, then what would he do?

-

mark bit his lower lip as he was trying to answer the question he is about to face later on. he suddenly felt the need to apologize.

maybe because may have been selfish.

he suddenly kissed you while watching before sunrise. maybe, just maybe, if the romantic and sexual tension were not so intense throughout the film, then he would not have needed to finally act upon what he has been thinking all this time.

but the fact that you gave in... god, he thought, you gave in. no sight of alcohol around, just pure sober thoughts. mark has no idea where he got the push.

but was he remember asking you if you wanted it. mark needed the confirmation, just to make sure you are on the same page as him.

“you want this, right?”

you were catching your breath from the heated kiss when he asked. and yes, you wanted more.

“i would not hold back this time, baby”, you giggled. you liked him calling you baby. “are you sure?”

“mark..." you replied. "baby…”

you were straddling him and started kissing his neck again. mark’s eyes were closed and feeling his crotch against your clothed sex, but he was not so sure that you understand; that if you continue along, the morning may not be the same anymore.

and now, with mark wondering, here we are.

so he removed your arms, now wrapped around his neck while you planted kisses on his cheek, and firmly intertwined his hand with yours.

mark looked you in the eyes so intently, your gaze could not leave his.

“i’m asking again,”, he emphasized. “are you sure you really want to do this?”

and it took you seconds to nod, as you had already caught what he is thinking—the consequences, the adjustments, the confrontation to be served via breakfast.

“mmh”, you hummed.

“words. i need to hear it.”

“yes, mark. i want this.”, you replied. “do you?”

“yes, i do… so much.” he put his palm on the right side of your cheek, just a little graze yet soft, so warm, so lovely. “you have no idea.”

mark has been staring at your still-sleeping figure for too long. too long, really. should he just leave a text that says, “hey... we need to talk about last night.”? or maybe go for an old-fashioned way and write a note saying “i had to go. errands.”, when in fact, it is a sunday morning and he is actually on work leave?

but omitting some words behind these questions, should he leave?—the simple question as it is, but would he be treating you the same as his one-night stands? for him, you deserve more than just ditching and letting avoidance do its own work at this point. you are a friend—the best friend.

you finally shuffled from your former position, still sleeping. from facing the back, your body is now almost facing where mark stands still. his fight or flight response is now asking him several questions. he wanted to run from the consequences he emphasized last night. he thought he could handle them but fuck, no.

mark, noticing that you were still unconscious made him run his fingers through his hair. slightly frustrated and he may have muttered "fuck, fuck, fuck!", a little too loud and-

“just lock the door when you leave, mark.”

mark froze on his feet, mouth agape at your sudden words.

you said it so... nonchalantly. and so you went back to your former position, facing your back against him once again too quickly but still, eyes closed.

you were waiting for him to leave immediately now you may have answered the thing that has been bugging him for minutes now.

and of course, you knew the moment you gave in, there was no turning back. you wish you could say “i love you.”, but you would have rather devour into the kiss, hoping your actions would translate those words instead. so you went along; touching him for the very first time, and feeling all of him for the last time.

but what hurts most is that you know where this is gonna go, that you will wake up to the sounds of shuffling and rummaging the one-night stand’s clothes on the floor, and the footsteps while the guy is putting his shoes on. and what has happened this morning so far is no exception.

maybe mark was too kind just to leave because you are you. and it stings more to know that you are just… a friend.

and it hurts more to see that he was ready to go.

so you just had to instruct him what others usually do. and you just wish you woke up a little later on an empty, messy bed—finding him gone for good.

-

mark felt a strong pang struck into his chest. he felt like his heart is being held tight, being twisted, being ripped into pieces.

and it hurts him more that you thought he was going to leave, that you thought he was going to be another one-night stand, and that you have already accepted that everything that you both went through is now ruined.

so when mark walked towards the door, your breath suddenly hitched but was inaudible. he clicked the lock, turned the doorknob, and you heard the door opening and closing.

you finally let out a sob that has been desperately wanting to be released as he was collecting his things.

tears damped your pillow until your cries lulled you to sleep.

-

your room is illuminated by the sunset, thanks to the always bright window. already past afternoon, you managed to escape the dreadful morning.

a little foolish of you, really, to check your phone and hope mark would leave a text. you chuckled at the ridiculous thought, only to find your notification bar empty.

but then you heard faint noises coming from your living room. a little shuffling and steps over there. you stood up and opened your door.

and there he was, actually in the kitchen, checking out what is in your refrigerator. you slowly walked in his direction.

“mark?”

he turned around and said, “hey.”

“what are you doing?”

“trying to cook.”

and he was holding his phone, and there appears to be a cooking tutorial paused on the screen.

“cook what?”

“pesto…? actually, dang, you don’t have enough ingredients so i’m just gonna do a quick run at 7/11 so—”

“mark?”, you asked, now more confused than ever, “you never left.”

for mark, this was never a mistake. he had wanted and waited for this for so long. this—overcoming the boundaries and just feeling you entirely–the making out, the fucking, the embracing, the tangled bodies, the intertwined hands, the how are yous, the sharing of joys and growing pains, everything and more; and most importantly, the i love yous.

he finally did not walk out the door for once, now that he has had you in his arms last night. no fumbling with the bags this time.

enough of the jealousy and the constant checking of his phone, waiting for a text after you went out on a date, thinking he is going to lose you to another guy because mark could never say how much you mean to him. no more subtle touching, like how he likes it when he wraps his arms around your shoulders. sometimes, he would just leave it there after saying he needs to protect you while crossing the street. and more, so much more.

mark needs more—never from but of–mark needs more of you. because good god, for once, he knows what love is—and love is the entirety of you.

so mark just shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“still here, baby.”

and you loved that cute, stupid smile every single time.

what a sight.

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Pairing: Huang Renjun x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart is back in town for one night only. He wants to get back together, but your heart is already taken…

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Gif: @shuuvee​

“Look, you better get off your arse and start serving some customers or I’m out, girl,” Irene laughs.

She pulls a puffer jacket over her ‘Bo’s Burger’s’ T-shirt. She’s your only friend – but not for long it seems. The icy December breeze rattles around the battered burger van.

“Alright, Irene, jeez…”

Just then, you peer out of the van’s window and freeze. Your hand smacks silently against your mouth. “Renjun,” you whisper.

“Who’s Renjun?” Irene says, raising one perfect brow at you.

“Come on, Rene! Drop dead gorgeous Renjun – my first and only love Renjun – stupid, perfect, left me to go back to bloody China Renjun!”

Just then, Renjun turns his head. “What am I supposed to do?” you whisper, shaking Irene’s wrists in desperation.  

“Honestly, girl! Act natural for once.”

You don’t even have time to curse Irene for her useless advice. Renjun is already gazing expectantly up at you.

Your breath sticks in your throat.

This isn’t the schoolboy you loved. This is a young man, icy rose hair slicked back in the latest style. An athletic body hides under his snow-dusted Burberry coat.

“W-welcome to Bo’s burgers. May I take your order?” You choke out. Behind you, you hear Irene whisper, “I didn’t mean pretend not to know him natural!”

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(slytherin) doyoung x (ravenclaw) fem reader

others: (gryffindor) haechan | renjun mentioned like once 

genre: one-shot | smut | angst | fluff | romance | enemies to lovers | slight dark academia vibes | fantasy au | inspired by hogwarts but only for the names and separation in houses. this is a university setting with different magic (different spells, no wands etc., slytherins have some cool ass rooms and very questionable powers) 

warnings: oral f and m, penetration, unprotected, marking m receiving, body possessiveness in a magical way (? i made this up lol I hope its not that weird. like the plot point is a little cringy but I found it hilarious as I wrote it so I hope you don’t get mad at me when you discover what’s it about lol); a lot of bickering and insults; swearing

words: 9.5k (lol) 

requested by anon that wanted academic fights turn into mad sex aha I got inspired by that to make a longer fic with more depth to it (if it’s alright) hope you like it! this is one of my favourite pieces I’ve written so far!!!! 👀👅👀

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As the rays of the sun hit the announcement board, your eyes darted on the pages filled with small characters. 

A little crowd of people started to chatter behind you, trying to see the ranking sheet as well, but no one dared to come close enough to push into you - the Ravenclaw Prefect. 

“Renjun? Whose dick did you suck to get 6th?” a voice giggled before a loud smack transformed the airy laugh in a dramatic “ouch”. “Lee Haechan, I swear I’ll-” but you didn’t get to hear the rest as your vision got suddenly blurry with rage and your ears started to whistle when your shoulder got bumped forcing you to make a few ungraceful steps to the side. 

“What’s that face for, YLN?” 

You tightened your fists. 

You could have recognized that annoying voice in a thousand others: Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect and the person you hated most in the whole universe. 

“Ah, right,” he hit his fist on one palm turning his head with fakely widened eyes. “You’re second place. Again.” 

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You had a thing for perfection. 

It was something that had been ingrained into you from the moment you were born, to an entrepreneur mother and a father who was a cardiac surgeon. As soon as you could walk, you were placed in dance classes and trained from that moment on. You had practically tried every playable club sport in Korea. In addition to these demanding extracurriculars, your parents also expected school to remain your top priority. 

It was a tiring life, trying to be perfect. But even so, even you yourself had learned to never settle for anything less than. 

The way you meet Lee Jeno is perfect. 

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You’re confused.

You’re utterly confused right now, because the biggest bad boy in school is standing in front of you, asking to join the fake club you made when you were seven, and he looks like he’s serious.

“You want to join cool club?”

the weird bad boy doyoung au no one wanted but i wrote anyways. enjoy ^^

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