Go Back To Sleep. - Juyeon

“Go back to sleep.” - Juyeon

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: it was juyeon’s turn to be the small spoon ↬ tags: idol! juyeon, fem! reader, ft. idol! the boyz ↬ word count: 287 words

Juyeon let out a small sigh as he flipped over in his bed, trying and failing to not wake you up. “Jyu?” You mumbled his nickname and he almost melted on the spot. “Go back to sleep.” He softly pressed a kiss and attempted to get out of bed so you could have proper rest but your little whine stopped him. “If I don’t go out, you aren’t going to sleep properly.” He reasoned softly so that he wouldn’t wake up Younghoon and Sunwoo.

“C’mere.” You moved and patted the empty space in front of him, “I’ll be the big spoon today.” At times like this, Juyeon’s heart is just full of love for you. He said nothing and he curled up into a ball as you tucked his head under your chin. Ever so lightly, your hands ran through his dark locks and he felt you murmuring something. The vibrations from your body oddly calmed himself and he found himself falling asleep easier that night.

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“Hyung, you should get noona to pat you to sleep more often. Your complexion looks awesome.” Sunwoo casually mentioned as he slipped on his hoodie before leaving the room. “That boy…!” He felt his face redden and Younghoon added on, “I heard everything yesterday night. Makes me wish I had someone to care for me.” Juyeon reached out to give a hard whack, but Younghoon and Sunwoo escaped, laughing as he did so.

He looked down at his phone when it dinged. “Hope you had a good rest! I’ll be cheering amongst The Bs at the concert today :D!” He read the message again and again, causing his heart to be full of emotion. Ah, I simply love this girl.

“Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” - Jacob

find more content here: the boyz masterlist can be read in conjunction with “I’ll carry you.” ↬ summary: you recall how you and jacob got to be friends and how his nickname came about ↬ tags: student! jacob, oc! + fem! lee yuri (you), ft. student! kevin, other oc as bullies ↬ word count: 812 words

You and Jacob have been friends ever since you became his neighbour when you were 7. You two even attended the same primary school, secondary school and now, an arts college. “What’s the reason behind the name Bae-by?” Kevin asked and you were pulled out of your train of thoughts. “Lee Yuri, you better not!” Jacob pointed a threatening finger at you and you lightly tapped Kevin’s shoulder, “Hey, how fast can you run?” Kevin burst out laughing, “Faster than Jacob anyday.” 

“Why do I even try to stop you.” Jacob sighed in resignation. “So a long time ago, when I was first enrolled into the same primary school as Jacob, I used to live really far away. So for convenience, my dad decided we should move. But this is the real story behind Bae-by.”

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You were seated alone at a table, for you hadn’t made friends yet. You knew your neighbour was in another class and you saw him for the first time today, but you hadn’t asked him which class, thus you were seating at the corner of the long bench. You pulled out your lunchbox and was about to dig into your sandwich, but you heard an all-too-familiar voice, “Can I sit here? The other tables are full. I’m Jacob, by the way.” Jacob didn’t even hesitate as he slipped into the seat opposite you. 

“O-Okay.” You’ve never really interacted with Jacob. But thankfully you didn’t need to think of questions as he asked, “What class are you in?” “I’m in Class 1-2.” You finished up your sandwich, “What’s your class?” “I’m in Class 1-4, just two rooms down from yours.” You looked up from your lunchbox to see his eyes quaking. “What’s wrong?” Before he could answer you, a group of 3 bullies (pot-bellied bullies, you added) brushed past you and tugged Jacob violently out of his seat, “Hey Jacob Bae. Let’s talk outside.” 

You shot out of your seat, “You aren’t taking him anywhere. Let’s go Jacob.” You grabbed his and your lunchbox, before nudging the bully and pulling Jacob away. “Are they following us?” You had your eyes glued at the outline of the general office. “Y-Yeah.” He huffed as he tried to catch up with you. “Hey little girl! Who do you think you are?” The leader caught up with you and you shielded Jacob with your body. 

“I’m Lee Yuri. And if you dare mess with me, you’re not going to get the nice end of it.” You handed Jacob your lunchbox, and while your hands were behind your back, you signalled to him to run to the general office. He paused but when you glared at him from the corner of your eyes, he sprinted. “Guess he is too scared. What a baby!” 

“Jacob isn’t a baby. He is highly intelligent unlike you guys.” You lied, your hands in a defense position, clenched fists hovering in front of your chest as you spread your legs out. One of the bullies (Seungyoun, you read the name tag) threw a punch, but you effectively blocked it and the impact sent him off balance. “What are you doing? Let Daejung show her who’s boss!” His sidekick, Youngho patted the leader’s back. Daejung puffed out his chest and you mentally rolled your eyes. 

“I’ve a blue belt in taekwondo.” You brought up but Daejung didn’t heed your comment and begin to run to you, but once again you proved him wrong. “Mr Kim, they were the ones who were bullying me!” You halted and watched as Jacob cried, and the teacher sternly hollered at the three bullies, “Ahn Daejung! Kim Seungyoun and Lee Youngho! My office! Now!” The three of them cowered in shock and the discipline master herded them into the office. 

Jacob wiped off his tears, “Are you okay?” You stared at him, “Are YOU okay? You were crying!” “I’m highly intelligent. It was supposed to get the discipline master all riled up.” He handed your lunchbox back to you. You continued to link the dots together, but he held your hand, “I’m fine! Come on! Let’s go back to class.” 

“You cried because you’re scared. So that really makes you a baby.” You didn’t get the point. 

“No! I tried to gain his sympathy. Do you know what sympathy is?” 

“Jacob Bae. Bae-by. It’s a cute nickname. And no, I’m 7. That’s such a hard word!” Jacob facepalmed himself in embarrassment. 

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“So he will forever be Jacob Bae-by to me.” Jacob hid his blush behind the bags and thankfully you didn’t notice as you launched into another humiliating story. “Did I tell you when we were 13 and…” Kevin eagerly awaited your story.

“Enough, enough!” 

“That’s why I call him Bae-by. And although he hates it, he never calls me out for it.” “Jacob hyung, then can I call you Bae-by?” 

“NO!”

insert-his-name #7

“Class, please pass down the handout down the row.” The teacher called out. “I bet it’s biology papers from those renowned schools.” The classmate in front of you turned around and made a sour face, causing you to giggle at his antics. You fiddled with your pen as you waited for the worksheet to come all the way to the back. You gaze followed the rather thick stack of worksheets coming your way. You gave a little frown as he took a little longer than usual, his body hunched over his table. 

“Yah, what’s taking you so long?” You whispered and he shook his head before passing the paper over his head. You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as you uncapped your pen to write your name. You gaze landed on the chicken scratch handwriting next to the word “Date:”. You blinked once more and you swear you did not write “Date: me please.”.

Realising that this was a prank by the one and only, you leaned over and wrote “O” followed by “K”, as a joke. He subtly turned his head and that was when you saw how pink his face was. “For real?” He mouthed. You cocked your head to one side, “Is this a prank?” 

“I want you to date me though...” He made eye contact with you, somehow causing your insides to simultaneously combust. You had always thought of him as a good friend, a funny classmate, but not in that way before. He certainly wan’t that bad looking, but now that he had said that, it made you ponder about your feelings for him and--

“I’m kidding. Why would I date you?” He gave a cheeky grin and you flinged your notebook at him, catching the teacher’s attention, “You two! GO and stand outside the classroom.” You hung your head as the two of you quickly shuffled out of class. 

“It’s your fault.” He jabbed you lightly in the ribs. “I ain’t gonna date you, cheeky boy.” 

stay at home with the dreamies - jisung

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ summary: mario kart with jisung! (but he interrupts your zoom session) ↬ tags: you can either read as either non-idol! or idol! jisung, gn! reader, ft. reader’s tutee! dohyun (own character)  ↬ word count: 303 words

“Do you have any other questions?” You asked as you waited for your juniors' response over Zoom. Jisung watched as you stretched your legs out, brushing past his. Jisung was seated across you, doing his own work and he was hoping your juniors didn’t have any more questions so he could play a round of Mario Kart with you.

“If there isn’t then you guys can leave. Have a great week!” You waved at them and Jisung peered at the screen. He was about to lean towards you, but stopped when he heard one of your juniors ask a question, “Uh, sunbaenim? I have a question…” You gently nudged Jisung out of the frame, “Dohyun-ah, you don’t have to be so formal. What’s your question?”

“Ah, uh noona I don’t understand how to solve the last thermochemistry question.” Jisung chewed the inside of his mouth as you patiently explained to Dohyun. Scribbling down a message, JIsung held it up to you and you squinted, subtly shaking your head, “Dohyun, do you get it? Ah, I’m not the best at explaining chemistry.” You frowned and Jisung leaned his head on his palm.

“It’s okay noona. Uhm, noona actually-” “-Dohyun-gun, she needs to leave. Thank you and bye!” Jisung ended the call and you gasped before bursting out in laughter, causing Jisung to chuckle as well, “Let me just apologize to Dohyun.” You whipped out your phone and texted Dohyun.

“Ah, come on. Let’s play! Mario Kart is waiting!” You held up a finger as you texted. Jisung let out a huff when you giggled and he stood up, easily lifting you off your seat.

“It's Jisung Time! You promised to spend time with me!” He cheekily added and you rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging on your lips.

“Okay! It’s Jisung Time now.”

insert-his-name #6

He opened the door, dragging his luggage along with him. When his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t help but let a soft chuckle escape his being. You were lying sprawled out on the couch, and on you was a baby pink hoodie, with its arms wrapped around your waist. He toed his shoes off and moved towards you. 

“HI baby.” He gently whispered in your ear and he watched as you cracked open an eye, “I knew it. Your flight was delayed.” He brushed the hair out of your face before embracing you. “Come on, off to bed.” He peeled the piece of clothing off you and carried you easily in his arms. You snuggled closer to him and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. Quickly shedding his outerwear, he decided that a shower could wait till tomorrow and he climbed into bed. 

“You’re...way better than the pink hoodie.” You vaguely gestured to the pink hoodie outside before crushing your face into his warm chest. “You must be tired waiting for me. I miss you so much.” “I’ll wait for you, even if it takes years.” 

“I’ll carry you.” - Kevin

find more content here: the boyz masterlist can be read in conjunction with “Can I sit here? The other tables are full.” ↬ summary: good thing kevin knew how to play at least one piece on the piano ↬ tags: student! kevin, oc! + fem! lee yuri (you), ft. student! jacob ↬ word count: 865 words

↬ a/n: this was a funny piece to write, and coming to think about it: it would have been a great mini series but then again, absolutely questionable. don’t read this please--

“Did you hear that?” Kevin lifted his foot off the pedal and Jacob squinted at the direction where Kevin was looking, “Huh? What did you hear?” “I thought I heard a thud sound. Or is it just me?” Kevin watched as Jacob opened the door, looking left and right as if trying to locate the sound, “Kev, I think you’re imagining things.” He came back in and took a look at his phone, “Speaking of which, I got to go and tutor the Year Ones. See you at 6!” Jacob packed up his guitar and bade Kevin goodbye, closing the door as he did so.

Kevin shook his head, trying to get rid of the niggling feeling he had. Pressing the pedal once more, he let his fingers fly over the piano keys, playing a melody he has memorised by heart: The River Flows in You by Yiruma. Typical but he had a thing for this piece. Another thud was heard and Kevin stopped once more, this time deciding to open the door. “Hello? Who’s there?” A second later, his eyes met yours and time seemed to stop as the two of you stared at one another, the music room just opposite the dance studio.

“Why did you stop?” You huffed leaning heavily against the door of the dance studio. “I...What?” Kevin was certainly not understanding the situation. You pinched the bridge of your nose and he took this opportunity to properly look at you. Worn out pointe shoes, hair in a messy bun and eyes hazy as sweat dripped non-stop from your forehead. He figured that you might be a dance major. “Do you want me to keep playing?” He gestured to the grand piano.

“If….if you have the time.” You answered softly and Kevin resumed his previous position. He found your request weird but he felt bad if he rejected you, hence he started playing from the top. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw you inch closer to him, “Don’t mind me.” He raised an eyebrow but his breath was taken away when you had closed your eyes and started moving to the piece he was playing. And this whole time he had never noticed you around in school?

As the piece came to an end, he raised his gaze, only to find you lying on the floor. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” Kevin worriedly asked. He was about to carry you, only to be stopped when you weakly grasped his hand, “I’m okay.” Though Kevin didn’t know you, the only thought running in his head was how emotionally drained you look. “I’ll get your things.” He left you as he picked up your bag from the other room, quickly switching off the lights.

When he came back he found you staring at the window, the sun slowly setting and it’s warm rays hitting your face. “How long have you been playing the piano?” He looked at the small smile forming on your face and  Kevin felt a blush forming. He turned his face away from you, opting to sit on the piano stool, “I play the piano as a hobby. It’s nothing much really. And what about you?”

“Me? I’m a dance major.” Silence enveloped the two of you and Kevin spoke up, “It’s time for us to go. The school is closing.” You nodded and you winced as you pushed yourself up from the floor, almost swaying when you got onto your feet. “Whoa there. Are you okay?” “My old injury keeps surfacing.” Your face flushed and he knelt down, “I’ll carry you.” You swung his bag and your bag over your shoulders before leaning forwards. He hooked his arms around your thighs and adjusted you so you were comfortable.

“I don’t know your name and I kinda forced you to play the piano for me.” “I’m Kevin Moon Hyunseo, but my friends call me Kevin. I’m a Year One.” “Oh? So you’re my junior.” Kevin’s eyes widened, “Oh my god! I apologize for using banmal (informal speech) sunbae!” “It’s fine. I don’t like it if my juniors are too formal with me. Also, I’m sorry for making you carry me.” Kevin felt a little crush forming and tried to squash his feelings.

“No, no. It’s all good.” Kevin assured. “Yo! Kevin!” Jacob called out but stopped when he spotted you on his back, “Lee Yuri?” So that was your name. “Jacob Bae-by?” You questioned while Kevin watched, amusement bubbling inside of him, “Bro! Bae-by?” Jacob rolled his eyes, “Long story. Why are you bullying my bro?” Kevin answered on behalf of you, “Jacob, she injured herself.” Jacob hummed as he took both your bag and Kevin’s bag.

“Dancing again, huh?” Jacob teased, ruffling your hair. Did Jacob perhaps have a thing for you? “Geez. I was just practicing. I’m a dance major, Bae-by.” Kevin mused ,”So I guess we all know one another.” Jacob burst out laughing, “It really is a small world. We all could be friends!” The three of you walked steadily downhill, easy conversation flowing between you three.

“Yuri, where do you stay?”

“You should ask Jacob. He’s my neighbor.”

“He’s your whAT?”