FRIENDLY NEIGHBOUR- nicholas &team

the first time that he saw her, he dropped his mail. she was just carrying her groceries up the stairs to her apartment in a very casual outfit- a completely ordinary occasion, but there was just something about her that made him stop in his tracks, she was just so ethereal to him. nicholas watched her go into her apartment and felt his mouth go dry. since when was such a gorgeous woman living next door to him. he picked up his mail dazedly and walked into his own apartment, his dazed smile scaring the shit out of his roommate. “yo… dude, are you.. are you okay?” euijoo said hesitantly from his spot on the couch, watching nicholas all but float around their apartment. “I think i just saw a goddess” nicholas said dreamily, flopping onto the couch dramatically, his head falling into ej’s lap. “oh god not this shit again, get your delusional ass out of here” ej said, scrunching his nose and pushing nico’s head out of his lap as if repulsed by what his friend was saying. 

the second time that he saw her, it was two weeks later. she had wormed her way into his brain and stayed there for the entire time- to the point where his friends were sick of him, all of them groaning the minute nicholas opened his mouth to talk about the beautiful woman next door. this time that he saw her, nicholas was coming back home from the gym, begging internally that he didn't stink and end up grossing her out- oh god what if he smelled so bad that she decided to move out and he’d never see her ever again. in his flustered state, nicholas and the pretty woman next door made eye contact, which prompted the human embodiment of an angel to smile so sweetly at him, sending a rush through his body, his ears obviously flushing a bright red. “hey! did you just come from the gym?” she asked nicholas in a friendly manner. what. she.. she was talking to him?? him?? his mind ran blank at that realisation, only snapping out of his trance at the feeling of her gaze on his face. “uhm. oh! uh, yeah i did, sorry, do i smell bad?” he responded finally, cheering internally that he didn’t fumble the conversation with the gorgeous woman in front of him… that much at least. “no no! you don’t smell bad, i just thought that you were coming from the gym because of your clothes” the pretty and sweet woman said, reassuring him. god she was perfect. nicholas could feel cupid’s arrow shooting straight through his heart (again). he wasn’t even sure how the rest of the conversation went, but by the time he walked into his apartment, euijoo, maki and yuma took one look at his face and immediately groaned, ej holding his head in his hands, maki getting up off the couch as if to leave and yuma falling dramatically off the couch. was he really that bad? yes. yes, he was. 

the third, fourth and thirtieth time he saw and interacted with her went by in a similar fashion, the two speaking more with every interaction and nicholas- without fail- ranting about each and every one of their interactions to his friends at any available opportunity (forcibly removing decades off of their lives). it wasn’t even until three months after he’d first saw her that his little bubble was popped. there she was… the most beautiful, funny, perfect woman he’d ever met, going down the very same stairs he’d first seen her on, carrying… boxes? why the hell was she moving boxes labelled ‘glassware’- oh. oh that’s why. y/n was moving away. nicholas felt like his whole world was crashing and burning around him, his motivation for going outside of his apartment was leaving? 

y/n flashed him a quick sheepish smile as she carried the box down the stairs. “hey nico! sorry I’m taking up the space on the stairs” she laughed awkwardly. god he loved the way his name sounded falling from her lips. “oh! hi y/n! no, no that’s ok! do.. do you want some help carrying these boxes?” he responded instinctively, his soul’s need to be helpful and near to her, kicking back in. “really? oh my god, thank you so much- that’d be so helpful” y/n said, sounding so relieved, her eyes lighting up at the sound of his offer. shit she was so cute (and leaving him). not trusting his voice to not crack embarrassingly, nicholas just nodded his head, going up to climb the stairs in order to grab a box for her, his eyes widening slightly at the weight of the box as he picked it up. y/n soon joined him once more, picking up one of the bigger boxes with an ease that made his throat dry up. lord save him, she was strong too? god, this crush wasn’t going to go anywhere any time soon. 

nicholas helped y/n move her boxes silently, listening to her talk about her day and why she was moving (she’d found a better apartment for a cheaper price a few streets down from where they were now). his silence was mainly in part due to his eyes being glued to her form as she lifted and carried heavy boxes up and down their stairs, feeling so enamoured with her every second that passed, but also because he loved the way that words sounded when they rolled off of her tongue. somehow, they’d managed to bring the last two boxes down the stairs, just about to load them into the car. nicholas panicked, fuck. he didn’t have her number or even her instagram, how would he be able to keep talking with her- “would you like to go on a date with me?”- yeah, that’d do it. he opened his mouth to ask her the fateful question when he was interrupted with; “oh finally, I thought you’d never ask me out”. he blinked. he blinked again. what. oh fuck oh shit, he’d actually said that out loud and to her- oh god he was such a loser, no wonder she just… accepted it? “w-wait… you’d want to go on a date with me?” he asked, seeking confirmation that this was in fact actually happening. “well yeah, of course I would, i’ve been waiting for you to ask me for at least two weeks now” y/n laughed, shoving the last box into her trunk. “oh! oh uhm, yeah okay, erm well, i’ll pick you up on saturday at 6pm?” nicholas stammered his way through this- praying to every god out there that he didn’t fumble this heavenly opportunity. “sounds like a date, nico! see you then” y/n said, subtly flushing shyly, waving goodbye as she got into her car and drove off- leaving nicholas to stand like an idiot on the sidewalk outside their apartment complex. 

“yo! hey nico, whats up?” “i’m going on a date with y/n…” “this again? stop being so fucking delusional please it is physically paining me” “but I’m being serious!” “sure sure, we’ll just pick up some extra anti-psychosis meds on the next grocery run” “im not joking!!”

merry christmas y'all! uhm, i wrote this in the midst of moving house el oh el (hence the theme of this fic erm)

this was written as a present for @chiiyuuv as part of secret santa hehe (i was so locked in trying to finish this on time for you pookie- hope you enjoy it xx)

I did write this highly sleep deprived so I’m praying that it is actually a good piece of writing 🥰🥰🥰

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genre. fluff (lowercase intended)

wc. 1.6k | 200+ per member except taesan and leehan (300+)

a/n. i had so much fun writing this omg. i think i might get into writing in this format so if u guys like this i’ll probably make more!! (if you have any ideas or requests please leave an ask!! ^^)

when sungho has a crush on you, he would definitely be caught staring at you by the others. he’d be busy staring at you for the nth time when jaehyun waves his hand in front of him saying something silly. he’d SO get teased by the others, especially since he’s the oldest.

“hello, earth to sungho?” jaehyun asked, waving his hand in front of sungho’s face, trying to gain his attention.

sungho had been staring into space for the past ten minutes, except the “space” was you. he was completely smitten with you.

“ooh, sungho! you like y/n, don’t you?” riwoo said, a small smirk on his face.

“huh? i like y/n?” sungho stammered.

“i mean, who doesn’t know that already?” taesan asked.

“the they themself, l/n y/n.” leehan giggled, eyeing sungho.

“be quiet! they’re gonna hear you guys.” sungho pouted, resting his elbows on the table as he continued his staring session.

you caught his stare, the way his lips were slightly pouting, his eyes, glazed with love. you smiled and gave him a wave, making his come back to his senses, and wave back. this would never leave his mind until the next small interaction you two would have.

he’d probably recall all your interactions from the day at night and fall asleep thinking about them. i feel like he’d be so cute but sulky and vulnerable with the members when he likes someone. (can you tell i see sungho as a big baby)

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MY ASSASSIN- seeun xikers

“you must have a wife, seeun. you are the crown prince of this kingdom and are of marriageable age- if anything you are nearly over the appropriate age of a prince being married or betrothed!” the king bellowed down to seeun from the throne, the queen petting his arm to keep him civil when addressing their son. seeun clenched his jaw, he was only just 19, there was so much out there for him to explore- that he had to explore- before he became shackled down by a boring and god forbid a dull marriage. 

“yes father, I understand” seeun said through gritted teeth, keeping his head down out of respect. “so, your mother and I have decided that there shall be a ball held tonight where all of the single and eligible young women in this kingdom will be in attendance. you are to choose a future wife by the end of the night, and that is final” the king said sternly. “seeun sweetie, you know we just want you to end up with someone, it would break our hearts to know that you ended up alone because you were… you know… traveling. and you know that as part of your duty as crown prince, you must have an heir at some point to continue on the royal bloodline” his mother said, attempting to be sympathetic to seeun, but he could feel her underlying message; they wanted him to settle down, they wanted him to be forced into a lifeless marriage. he hated that. “thank you mother, I understand, I shall take my leave now, thank you” seeun said, fighting back his feelings of seething, bowing politely to his parents and leaving the throne room, his fist clenched tightly from agitation. 

“y/n, this is important, you need to execute this mission or you will be executed yourself.” her best friend, junghoon, said firmly, holding her hands comfortingly. “I know, fuck, I know junghoon. its crazy, i have to kill the fucking crown prince. if I don’t kill him, they will kill me, and if I do kill him, the fucking palace is going to kill me if they find out it was me! I’m so stressed, why me junghoon” y/n weeped, shaking slightly from the stress of her situation. “hey, hey, y/n, listen to me- it’s going to be ok, you’re not going to be found, and if you fail the mission, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you more than life itself, I can’t live without you” junghoon said softly, one of his hands going up to brush away any of her tears gently. “I grew up with you, you’re pretty much like the sister I never had- I cannot afford to lose you” he continued, pulling y/n into a hug as she cried. “whatever happens, I will keep you safe, I promise” he vowed quietly to her, the dim lighting of the barn hiding them from the cold, harsh outside world. 

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