pov: agent 006 attempts to provoke you
pov: agent 006 attempts to provoke you
donghyuck: this is a boring date..
mark: this is a supermarket and i’m here to buy meat.
donghyuck: then why did you ask me out?
mark: i didn’t ask you out.
mark: you chased me with your car and nearly ran me over after i told you not to follow me.
donghyuck: mark, come over.
mark: i can’t.
donghyuck: my parents aren’t home..
mark: aww don’t worry, they’ll be back!
donghyuck: listen here you stupid bitch-
donghyuck: *ignores mark*
mark: *ignores donghyuck back*
donghyuck: what the fuck-
donghyuck: can you hold this for me?
mark: that’s your ass..
pairing: ghost!yuta x reader
genre: kinda 50s - 60s au for yuta, ghost au, angst, some fluff, kinda mature..?
word count: 5.3k
warnings: a handful of satanic themes, mentions of death / killing, bittersweet ending i’m sorry
author’s note: lowercase intended. this is my first kinda lengthy fic and um yea i hope u like c:
settling into a new place where you weren’t familiar with sure was draining, especially when you barely knew anyone around along with a long drive that separated you from your already long time friends. you had to move to alleviate the time it took to travel to the university you recently got into. renting a flat for yourself to live alone was the first “adult achievement” you had overcome, as how your mother would word it out. what definitely stunned you was how cheap the place was, for a whole flat you thought it would have cost you a few more hundreds at least.
from what you heard from the small old building’s landlord, not entirely in detail, the flat was apparently owned by multiple in the past. you didn’t mind it at all, you couldn’t let such a price go for a student like yourself already struggling, happy with the fact that it was somewhat already furnished, furniture sitting dusted probably by the time that had passed from the last owner. some things stayed from all the years the building went through, mainly only the furniture and appliances being changed through the years. mentally reminding yourself to thank your bestfriend doyoung for helping you find places with affordable prices after you finish settling in the last of your belongings.
a few weeks had passed, finding yourself in a comfortable position in your bed along with stress clouding your mind from all the requirements already building up in the first semester. not to mention all the weird happenings that had been going on, you didn’t know if you were just tired or already gone crazy.
the first time something happened was the day after you settled in the flat. the blinds in your room shut by itself just when you were going to bed, it had reminded you to close them before you drifted off into your deep slumber to shut off any peeping toms, you paid no mind to it thinking it was meant to be and nudged you as your first blunder.
the most recent one was by far the creepiest. the feeling of breathing against your ear sent shivers down your spine, sitting up from your bed abruptly, breaking you off from your little nap. the past ones had always been short hasty movements from the furniture or your belongings, sure they alarmed and spooked you but in contrast to the breathing occurrence, it was slow and calm, it felt so close. it continued for as long as it could until your wake that night, the feeling savored in your head for the rest of the day.
He is fucking gorgeous
our fullsun ☀️
soulmate au with haechan! where your soulmate’s name is engraved onto your wrist when you first touch them.
“Are you happy? That I’m your soulmate?”
You looked up to meet eyes with Haechan. He stood by the window of his room, leaning on the ebony frame. He looked down to see your name on his skin, pursing his lips.
“Honestly,” You began, gripping the bed covers under your palms, “I am. I’d rather have it be someone I know and can trust rather than some random person.”
He smiled, just a little, nodding, “You trust me already.”
Your body heated pretty fast, and your mouth was left agape, “Thank you… I guess? I’ve seen you around too, the girls find you pretty cute.”
You chuckled, looking over at him.
“Y/N,” He said, smirking slightly walking to sit near you, “Are you one of those girls?”
Your breathe stuttered again, yet you nodded, looking down at your lap.
It was silent for a few seconds, till you spoke up again. “Haechan?” You hesitantly faced him.
He made a low hum sound, a poker face on as he looked into your eyes. His pretty brown hair fell onto his forehead.
“Are you happy that I’m your soulmate?”
His face changed into a huge grin in a millisecond. He leaned back, onto his palms, “Of course,” He looked out the window in front of him, “As much as I know that you’re too good for me, I couldn’t help but grow a small liking towards you. You being my soulmate is a huge bonus.”
You sat frozen, comprehending what Haechan just told you. The most ethereal man you’ve ever met, And probably will ever meet, just told you that he liked you.
You knew Haechan was more than just his looks— even though you hadn’t directly spoken to him, you had seen him around university, and whenever Namhee dragged you along to meet Renjun.
Haechan never really caught your eye as the crush type, but always stood out to you, almost as if his aura was beckoning you towards him.
Even though you two just met, you could already feel yourself melting into his presence. You weren’t sure whether it was just the soulmate connection, or the fact that you knew that he was destined to be yours and you were destined to be his, it was understood that you wanted the being in front of you to be part of your life.
“Lets date, then.”
Haechan’s hands slid off the blanket and he fell flat onto the bed, his head bouncing up, “What did you just say?”
“I said,” You sat down more comfortably, bringing your legs up onto the bed, “Lets date. You like me, right? And I’m pretty sure I’ll fall for you in the next ten minutes. We’re obviously soulmates, so why not?”
Haechan smiled at you, nodding, and you smiled back. You already knew that this one one of the best things to happen to you, and you already knew that you’re falling for the man you exchanged your first words with only a few minutes ago.
He grabbed your wrist and lifted it up, running his thumb over the ink on your wrist.
these days, just wanting yangyang [ or haechan ] to randomly drop a cover of saturday nights by khalid so i can hear them say the words:
and all the things that i know, that your parents don’t
they don’t care about you.
nowhere like i do.
donghyuck: truth or dare
donghyuck: what’s your credit card number
donghyuck: tell me your credit card number
Bringing you some sunshine☀️
(Haechan in Follow me to the Roof: Prologue)
jeno: ugh, mark, why do you have such a short attention span?
mark: once you see donghyuck naked, you can’t really stop thinking about it.