Starry Sky

Starry sky 🌠

GIF is not mine. Credit to the owner

Word count: 1,094

Genre: fluff/slight angst

Warning: mention of death

A/N: I really dk what to say about this; it's my first post on tumblr so bear with me.. Sorry if there's any grammatical mistake.. Enjoy

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A short story in jaebum's POV

I was sitting in the restaurant, with this beautiful girl in front of me, she was drinking her favorite apple juice watching the street through the window... Despite our silent, our hearts were talking..

A while later, she smiled and looked at me

"It has been a while, Jaebum." She said staring at my crossing hands on the table.

"I felt like I haven't seen you since the beginning of time, huh?.. But every time I see you, it felt like I haven't been apart from you, ever."

I thought that I said something wrong because she lowered her head and frowned..

"Please Y/N, don't do that.. You know how much I love you and how much it's hurt not being with you." I said trying to reach her hands, but for some reason I couldn't touch her.

"If you loved me that much then why did you leave me?!" She murmured.

Every word in that sentence tore me apart. It isn't my fault like it isn't hers, and she knows that. She knows that I'll be forever with here; where she goes I'll be there, because my heart belonged to her.

"Can't you feel my love for you?! I know that you are mad at me.. But I came back for you.. It's hard to be back here.." I sighed and looked around. "You don't understand how much I hate this place.. Where I fell in love with the most beautiful woman whom I had to leave too soon." I reached for her hands again, and before I get to finally touch her, she stood up.

"I have to go." She said.

She was walking in front of me. And suddenly, she stopped. I stood by her side while she was looking at me. I tucked a lock of her chin-length hair behind her ear. She smiled. God, how much I love her smile, the same smile that made me fall in love with her. I felt alive for the first time in years.

"A day like this will never be repeated, I have to smile and enjoy it." She said.

"Of course. It our anniversary, darling."

"There's a place I want to go to. Come on." She happily murmured.

"I think I know just where is it. Come on." I excitedly cheered. She stared at me a little longer before she began walking beside me. It's hard to collect words and put them in the right sentences to describe how beautiful she is. How can she be this wonderful.

"Do you remember how we fell in love?!" I asked.

"I was a client in the coffee shop where you used to work. Isn't it the same where we've been just now?! Right, Y/N?!"

She only smiled.

"It's cliché how we fell in love." I said and she giggled so I continued. "After I saw you, I refused to leave, even after the coffee closed, not before you accepted to go out with me. Was it that hard to say yes?!"

"Oh god, I'm crazy." She said laughing at the memory.

"In our first date, you refused to open up to me because you weren't impressed by my plane dinner date. But when I took you to see the beautiful sky. You became carzy enough to like me."

She smiled and titled her head up.

"The sun is setting, let's get a taxi." She whispered rising her hand to srop a cab.

After an hour we reached our destination. It's was a large wheat field few miles away from town. We walked to the middle until she sat down, I stood by her side looking around.

"I don't think it's a good idea to be here alone at this time.. let's go back.."

She won't listen to me, I know her so well.

"You always talk so much, jaebum.. Every time we come here, on every our anniversary's day.. You won't stop talking. But today it's my turn to talk, jaebum."

I sat beside her listening to her.

"Today is my dad's memorial... You didn't know, sid you?" She asked murmured the last part.

"Oh... We've been together for 2 years, yet i didn't know it's today.. I.. I mean, I KNOW that your father passed away.. uh.. years ago, b-but-.."

"You've never asked" she cut me short whispering.

"You've never cared about my feelings. You've never asked me about my opinion in your decisions.. even though, they were all great but this one, jaebum."

Then, she was crying...

God I hate when she cries..

"It wasn't my decision, jagiya." I quietly said trying to soothe her. "It was our Destiny."

"I told you not to go..." she whined.

"I know.. I know... but-"

"You didn't listen to me-" "I didn't listen to you-".

I hope that I did.

She smiled.

"Like usual."

Her phone rang.

"Yes, mum."

"Where are you, sweetie."

"I came to see Jaebum."

"At this time..." her mother sighed through the phone. "Sweetie, where are at?"

"Mum, remember after my dad passed away, you told me he became a star lighting my way?... mum, even if it's dark, there are two stars shining at my way.." She said looking to the starry night. Her mother knew where she was but silently hoped that she was ok.

"Um, don't be late and come home... soon."

She hung up and looked around.. She stood up and walked out of the field. Alone. While I watched & light her way like I always do.

End of Jaebum's POV

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She was sitting in the restaurant alone, and suddenly remembered Jaebum.

"It has been a while, Jaebum."

Then she lowered her head when she remembered how he confessed to her.

"If you loved me that much then why did you leave me?!" She murmured. She looked at the promise ring that he gave her. Then she walked out of the restaurant.. She walked alone through the busy streets, she stopped looking at her reflection on a storefront and she tucked a lock of her chin-length hair behind her ear. She smiled.

"A day like this will never be repeated, I have to smile and enjoy it. There's a place I want to go to. Come on." She happily murmured.

Then she continued walking remembering their first meeting.

"Oh god, I'm crazy." She said laughing at the memory.

Then she titled her head up.

"The sun is setting, let's get a taxi." She whispered rising her hand to srop a cab.

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(180307) lucas :: boss

The real meaning of CUTENESS 😇🤗

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Hurt - Lucas (½)

group and member: nct’s lucas

genre: smut

au: mafia

request: hiii can u do a lucas mafia au smut?

a/n: I’m such a hoe for Lucas oh my fuck— anywAYS, enjoy this anon~! it was too long to fit into one post soooo sorry for the complete cliffhanger, lmao

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You thanked the cashier, grabbing the bag and walking out into the street.

The cold air caressee your bare legs, the street lit by a few street lights and passing cars.

The street was silent, other than the sudden sound of footsteps. You glanced behind you to see an man who seemed to be of fair age in a dirty Trench coat following you.

Your eyes widened, and you sped up your pace. You heard him start to walk faster, too. You started running, and he stared chasing.

Your dropped your grocery bag, the milk you’d bought bursting open as the man stepped on it. It didn’t hinder him though as he came closer and closer to you.

You could hear your heartbeat as sweat ran down your forehead. Your legs burned as you ran from him, when you suddenly heard a deep voice.

“Don’t chase her.”

You stopped running and turned around to see a boy who appeared to be around your age, standing in between you and the man.

“How old are you? 50?” The mysterious deep-voiced man asked. “Get lost. Don’t pursue young girls, you fucking peodphile.”

“Oh, really? You wanna mess with me, kid?” The man answered. In a flash, deep-voice kicked the man in the gut, sending him flying to the ground. He whipped out a knife from his belt, holding it to the mans throat as he stepped on his arms.

“Let’s see…” With his free hand, deep-voice found the wallet of the man. “Hmm. I know your identity now. Perhaps I should report it to the police?”

The man’s eyes widened as he started kicking, trying to free himself.

“Get lost, you rapist. I never wanna see your ugly-ass face again.” Deep-voice spat, dragging his knife across the man’s cheek to leave a small cut. Deep-voice got off the man’s arms, kicking him away. The man got up and ran away fast, faster than when he was pursuing you.

Deep-voice, the man who’d saved you, went to walk away, before stopping.

“Hey, you,” He called, turned around and walked so that he was in front of you. “What are you doing out on the streets so late at night?”

“I r-ran out of milk.” You stuttered, still scared.

“You need to be more careful,” Deep-voice instructed. “There are bad peoole out here. People like the man, and people like me.”

“Are you…d-dangerous?” You asked nervously.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” Deep-voice said, and you could tell how sincere he was by his tone. “Do you want me to walk you home in case some other creep tries to approach you?”

“Y-Yes,” You stated, before adding something. “But only if you tell me your name.”

He looked at you, his large eyes reflecting the street light.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this,” He mumbled to more to himself than to you. “Lucas. I’m Lucas.”

“Thank you for saving me Lucas,” You said, bowing to him. “How can I repay you?”

“No need.” Lucas mumbled.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“I’m sure.” He confirmed.

“Whenever you think of something, let me know, okay?” You told him, smiling brightly.

“Alright,” He agreed, before realizing he forgot to ask one critical question. “Where do you live?”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed.

“I need to know where you live if I’m going to walk you home.” He reasoned.

You started to rethink this decision before you asked yourself why he would have bothered saving you if he didn’t genuinely care.

You gave him your address, and the two of you started to walk there together.

“You asked me why I was out on the streets alone by myself at night,” You spoke up, quickly filling the silence before it became awkward. “But what about you? Why are you here?”

Lucas gulped. He knew merely giving you his name was trouble. However, although he was a nice guy who meant know harm, he was still a young, horomonal dude. How high your skirt had ridden up as you ran had him wrapped around your finger without you even realizing.

“I’m in the mafia.” He stated plainly, as if it was just another profession, like working at McDonalds.

“I’m a little scared of you now,” You admitted as you stopped in your tracks. In all honestly, you meant to say it in your head, not out loud. “P-Please don’t hurt me.”

“Just because I’m in the mafia and I carry a knife around, doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you.” He reasoned, continuing to walk.

“It gives pretty good foreshadowing as to whats going I happen.” You pointed out.

“I have a policy,” He explained, motioning for you to continue walking. “I don’t hurt anyone who I’m not told to hurt.”

“But you hurt that man.”

“You were asking for me to hurt him,” Lucas said. “Your expression cried for help, and I helped you.”

You didn’t know why you were being so casual with him. He was such a dangerous man, yet you found that attribute about him so alluring, not to mention his killer visuals and characteristically deep voice.

“Whatever,” You mumbled carelessly. “I still don’t know why I’m even trusting you.”

“Is it because I’m hot?” He asked. Your eyes widened. “Or was it my voice?”

You couldn’t help but blush a bright red as he stood in front of you, his hot breath fanning your face gently.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Lucas proposed, tilting his head slightly. “Do you find me attractive?”

For a reason you couldn’t explain, you found the fact that he could kill you at anytime so…exiting.

“Yes.” You admitted.

Lucas was staring into your eyes, and you could feel the lust starting to radiate off of him. However, from the look in his eyes, you could tell he was holding back. You hoped the look in your eyes told him that you wanted this as bad as he did.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked lowly, although you knew he would do more than just kiss you.

Your mind was running with questions at how fast this night had turned around. However, you bypassed all of them, and let Lucas’ lips collide with yours.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he held your hips, his lips moving in sync with yours.

“I’ve been trying to be a nice guy,” Lucas mumbled against your lips. “But your skirt is driving me crazy.”

He ravished your lips, savouring the sweet taste that had been left behind by what he assumed was some sort of blueberry flavour.

You could tell that Lucas was very experienced as his tongue skillfully found it’s way into your mouth, making sure to explore every corner.

Your hands moved from his hair down to the zipper of his pants, his cock restrained by the tight black fabric.

“W-Wait,” You stuttered, awkwardly breaking the kiss. “We’re in the middle of the sidewalk. Should we go back to my place?”

“Doesn’t the fact that anybody could see us make it so much more exciting, Y/N?” He asked, a smirk on his swollen lips.

You would admit only to yourself that honestly, it did make you feel excited. However, you weren’t ready to suck some random mafia guy’s dick in plain sight.

“Can we at least go into an alley way or something?” You pleaded.

“Alley ways are where guys like me hang out,” He stated. “I would never let another guy like me near you.”

You wondered if he was being sincere, or if it was just the lust speaking for him. You guessed a bit of both.

You ended up in a nearby park, hidden behind some bushes, on your knees with Lucas’ cock buried deep in your throat.

“Hmm, ah, that’s it babygirl..” He moaned. His deep voice made you clench your legs, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. “Stop.”

You disobeyed his command, and continued bobbing up and down on his dick.

“I said, stop.” He commanded, his tone dripping with authority. This time, you let his dick fall from your mouth and you licked your lips of his precum.

“S-Sorry.” You muttered innocently.

“I’ll let you away with it this time, babygirl,” He sighed. “But next time, you’ll be punished for that.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine. You couldn’t tell if it was from the idea of a next time or of being punished.

“How far away is your apartment from here?” Lucas asked breathlessly, his hair messy on his head.

“2 minutes.” You responded obediently.

“Good.” He mumbled.

He pulled his pants up before grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. You mumbled instructions to your house, and soon, you arrived.

“You have a very clean apartment,” He noted, looking around. “What a shame if someone were to ruin it.”

He pushed a stack of papers off of your kitchen counter, scattering them all over the floor. Before you could protest, he picked you up, setting you down on the counter.

He placed his hands on the top of your pants, pulling them down and throwing them beside the paper. He used his large hand to roughly spread your legs apart, admiring the view of your dripping pussy before using a hand to rub your clit.

He kissed you again, biting your lip and tugging on the delicate skin as his fingers worked magic inbetween your legs.

Your hands gripped onto his back as suddenly, two his long, slender fingers found their way inside of you.

You thought for a second about how Lucas had saved you from being fucked by an old man, and fucking you instead. You were grateful for him, but not so much so when he pulled his fingers away from you, pushing you back onto the counter.

“Are you sure you still want this?” Lucas asked. “We can stop if you want.”

Even in the midst of his dominant, sexy persona, Lucas was still the kind boy you’d met not that long ago.

“Yes,” You stated, before continuing. “Please, fuck me, Lucas.”

Lucas undid his jacket, throwing it somewhere with your clothes and the papers. He took off his shirt, where underneath he concealed a waistband decorated with all sorts of weapons.

“D-Don’t hurt me.” You mumbled by instinct.

“Y/N,” Lucas sighed, deciding to leave the waistband on but undoing his jeans, discarding them onto the pile on the floor. “Do you really think I’m going to hurt you? Do you want me to hurt you? Does that turn you on? Or does the idea of my dragging this knife across your skin make you wet?”

Your body trembled at his words. You were completely at his mercy, a slave to him and his cock.

Lucas then slowly took of the waistband, setting it on the counter beside you. He admired his collection before selecting a small silver knife.

He ran his finger along the sharp edge, accidentally drawing blood. He set the knife down, pushing the waistband away.

“Oops,” He muttered. “We’ll save the knife play for another day, I guess.”

Lucas ran his bloody finger down your stomach, staining your skin red. You bucked your hips in desperation.

“F-Fuck me, Lucas! Please!” You cried, gripping onto the counter.

Lucas rolled a condom on and wrapped his hand around his swollen cock, slowly guiding it to your entrance.