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📱 RAFAYEL AS YOUR BF (TEXTS) [pt2]

Texts between you and your boyfriend- rafayel

💌 SHIRT

Rafayel buys name a shirt which is too tight for their own good, was that Rafayel's intention? Absolutely.

💌 COMPETITION

rafayel and you are fighting for the same position in the company, as a test and to measure your capabilities, you both are assigned to work on a project together whose results will decide your and Rafayel's fate in the company

SNEAK IN

Where rafayel sneaks in the dorms to get hold of you, as you both try and hide

Rafayel x gn! reader,, 1.5k ,, slight mature (making out!!)

“What are you doing here?” A panicked shriek escapes your lips as you spot Rafayel standing right outside your dorm. He shouldn’t be here. You both knew that.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the nearly empty hallway, cutting off any words you might have spoken as his eyes widened in fear. The first year of university was not the time to take risks that could ruin your future—not like this. And if Rafayel was caught in the dorms, there would be no talking your way out of it. The consequences would be severe.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, its screen casting a pale glow over both of your faces. Dread pooled in your stomach as you glanced at the notification—it was a warning about an intruder on campus. Rafayel. What you had feared was true. Maybe you’d jinxed it.

Rafayel plucked the phone from your hand, his eyes pleading with you, as if silently saying, save me this once, darling. Despite the danger, a smile tugged at your lips.

He’s here to see me.

Just like that, all the frustration you’d felt melted away, replaced by a warmth you couldn't deny. But the moment of softness didn’t last long. The warden’s footsteps were growing closer, her presence almost upon you. If she saw him now, it was over.

The warden’s footsteps echoed closer, but your mind raced even faster. There wasn’t much time, and if she found either of you now, there would be no way to explain why—Rafayel of all people—who shouldn’t be here was sneaking around the dorms.

Without thinking, you grabbed Rafayel’s hand and pulled him down the hall, your footsteps hushed and quick. The only sound left was the distant echo of the warden, growing fainter as you led him to safety.

Rafayel’s hand was warm in yours, his grip tight but comforting as you pulled him deeper into the shadows of the hallway. Your heart raced, not just from fear of being caught, but from the strange thrill that always accompanied him. You glanced back at him, a smile still playing on your lips despite the urgency of the situation. He was here. For you. And somehow, that made the risk worth it.

Your pulse quickened, but not just from the threat of getting caught. You were running through a maze of half-formed plans, trying to figure out where to hide him. "This way," you whispered, tugging him toward a stairwell at the end of the hall, just out of the warden’s sight. He followed without hesitation, his eyes still holding that playful glimmer even in the midst of the danger.

As the two of you slipped into the stairwell, the dim light flickering overhead, Rafayel’s breath was heavy in your ear. You pressed a finger to your lips, signaling for silence. The warden's footsteps grew louder, then paused—too close for comfort.

You pressed your back against the wall, trying to keep your breathing steady. Rafayel stood close, his chest almost brushing yours, his heartbeat pounding just as loudly as yours. For a moment, the world outside vanished. It was just you and him in the narrow space, the heat of his body radiating into yours, his gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“I can’t believe you came here,” you murmured, not sure whether to scold him or laugh.

His lips quirked up into a smirk, and he leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “I told you. I had to see you.”

The footsteps resumed, moving further away now. You let out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again. But before you could pull away, Rafayel’s hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that made your heart stumble.

“I knew you’d save me,” he whispered, his tone soft but filled with something deeper. "You always do."

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the danger of getting caught faded into the background. All you could focus on was how close he was, the way his gaze lingered on your lips, how his hand remained on your cheek, making your skin tingle in its wake.

“Rafayel…” You started to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

Before you could finish, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a sudden, soft kiss. It was quick, almost too quick, as if he couldn’t resist but didn’t want to push too far. When he pulled back, his expression was both hesitant and hopeful, like he was waiting for your reaction, uncertain of what came next.

The silence that followed wasn’t tense—it was filled with unspoken emotions, with everything that had been building between you two for so long but never put into words. You blinked up at him, your lips still tingling from the brief contact, your mind spinning as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Before you could say anything, the footsteps returned, closer than before. Panic surged through you once again. “We need to move,” you whispered, pulling him up the stairs.

This time, Rafayel followed without a word, his hand still in yours as the two of you raced higher into the stairwell, trying to find a way out before you were caught.

But as you ran, the kiss lingered in your mind, leaving you breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with the warden or the danger that lurked around the corner.

You pressed yourself into the corner of the stairwell, your back flat against the cool wall as you dragged Rafayel into the shadows with you. His body was pressed close, too close, the heat of him seeping into your skin, and the footsteps from the warden were a distant hum in your ears compared to the wild thrum of your heart.

Neither of you spoke. It wasn’t necessary.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, and before you could stop yourself, you reached up, tangling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him in closer. His breath was warm against your face, and for a brief second, you hesitated, feeling the weight of what was about to happen.

But then he kissed you.

It wasn’t the shy, fleeting kiss from before—this was deeper, more urgent. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that made your head spin, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the warden, not the risk of being caught, not even the fact that you were standing in a stairwell where anyone could walk by. It was just him—just Rafayel—and the fire igniting between the two of you.

His hands found your waist, gripping you with a desperation that mirrored your own. You could feel his heart racing as fast as yours, the shared thrum of adrenaline and desire intertwining as his mouth moved against yours, deeper, rougher. The world around you melted away as you pressed harder into him, your hands roaming up to his neck, pulling him even closer.

Between gasps for air, you could hear the faint echo of footsteps nearby, a distant reminder of the danger. But neither of you pulled away.

Rafayel broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips, “They’re getting closer.”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, but before you could say anything, he kissed you again—fiercer this time, like he couldn’t stop himself. And maybe he couldn’t. Maybe you couldn’t either.

You tugged at his shirt, pulling him against you, the taste of him filling every sense. His hands roamed down your back, holding you tighter, as if he couldn’t bear to let go. Every time you kissed him, it felt like the world was slipping further away, leaving just the two of you in this wild, reckless moment.

The footsteps grew louder, and a small gasp escaped your lips as you broke apart, eyes wide, trying to remember where you even were. Rafayel’s lips brushed your ear, his voice barely a whisper. “We need to hide better.”

Your pulse hammered in your ears, but you managed to nod, your chest rising and falling quickly as you both moved further up the stairwell, searching for a better hiding spot. Rafayel pulled you into a small alcove between the flights of stairs, the narrow space forcing you both even closer, his body shielding yours from view.

The footsteps stopped at the bottom of the stairwell, so close now that you could hear the warden’s heavy breathing. Your own breath hitched as Rafayel pressed himself closer to you, his lips ghosting over your neck, just below your ear.

"Quiet," he murmured, though his own breathing was shaky. You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but the sensation of his mouth so close to your skin, the warmth of his body against yours, was making it impossible to think straight.

The warden's voice echoed faintly through the stairwell as she muttered something to herself, clearly searching for any sign of the intruder. Your fingers tightened around Rafayel’s shirt, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but when he leaned in again, kissing the sensitive spot just below your jaw, a soft gasp escaped you before you could stop it.

You shot him a look, eyes wide with panic, but he just grinned—mischievous, daring—as if this was all a game to him. His lips returned to yours, and despite every instinct telling you to stay quiet, to stay hidden, you couldn’t help but kiss him back, the thrill of it all consuming you entirely.

Each kiss felt like a stolen moment, deeper and more intense as the seconds ticked by. His hands were everywhere, pulling you closer, tangling in your hair, brushing against your skin in ways that sent shivers down your spine. You could hardly breathe, but you didn’t care. The world outside had faded into nothing, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in the dangerous, heady feeling of being caught but not caring at all.

The warden’s footsteps eventually receded, the danger passing for now, but neither of you stopped. You were lost in each other, in the feel of his lips, his hands, the way he made you forget everything else.

It was reckless, but with Rafayel wasn’t it always?

⚝ CHOI LINE AS DOORDASHIANS

@/gyumibear had made a TXT doordash au way before I did please go read it as well linked here!

TXT Choi line x gn! Reader (except for one chat where yj calls you 'who's a hungry boy')

SYNOPSIS- texts between your dashers and you

WARNINGS-slight cursing

⚝ LIFE SUPPORT

Synopsis- yn sends daily messages to this unknown, inactive number cause of habit, one day all their messages get seen. Even yn is bewildered at what happens next.

Choi beomgyu x gn! Reader

Warnings- cursing(?), humour, mentions of almost death.

Part 1.

IM GOING BACK TO 505, IF ITS A SEVEN HOUR FLIGHT OR A FOURTY FIVE MINUTE DRIVE

you’re such an underrated writer omg😭😭 your writing is soo good. it doesn’t get nearly enough credit as it deserves

Omg you're so sweet! I'm glad you like my writing 😭 maybe because this is a new acc my works don't reach the targeted audience.

Thank you once again!!

⚝ Voicemail

// Choi soobin x gender neutral reader

,,wherein you send a voicemail to soobin saying you miss his stupid face and something more along the lines

,,angst maybe(?) Depends on how we view this, enjoy reading though

[Beep]

Soobin, hey, it's me. I know we were never officially together or anything, but I saw that picture you posted on Instagram with him, and it felt like my heart was being carved out of my chest and stomped on, I guess I just needed to say it out loud, or, well, leave it on your voicemail.

I don't even know why I'm bothering you with this. It's not like we were a thing, right? But your smile in that picture… it hit me harder than I thought it would. I guess I got used to the idea of us, even if we never really defined anything. Maybe I just fooled myself into thinking there was something more.

I know it's silly, and I shouldn't be feeling this way, but damn, Soobin, it hurts- so much. And, I- i don't know, I just needed to let you know. I'm not blaming you- never. you're free to do whatever you want. I just didn't expect it to sting like this.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. It's just that my pillow still smells like you, and I miss your stupid face. I guess that's all I wanted to say. Take care, Soobin.

[End of voicemail]

⚝ NEVER MINE TO BEGIN WITH

Synopsis- yn loves yeonjun who is unable to reciprocate yn's love, because yeonjun is still in love with his past lover who now, lives among the stars

Warnings- angst, complicated writing

Yn was handed a broken heart, which would never belong to him.

Married off to mend the shattered pieces of a heart that were never his. The vows spoken, the promises made, were like heavy chains binding him to a reality where he was a passenger, not the captain of his own destiny. The love he harbored for yeonjun, his chosen one, was a flame that flickered against the gusts of life's harsh winds, refusing to be extinguished.

In the shared spaces of his abode, yn discovered very early on that devotion alone to his lover, wasn’t able to bridge the gap that had formulated in between them. The echoes of his efforts reverberated back to him, a reminder that love, despite being genuine, isn’t always reciprocated.

Yn had always almost been there- yn had always almost never been enough though.

People often say, that to die while loving is glorious- is the epitome of true love! but is it truly? Yn asks himself shielding his fragile heart from constant winds of barren lands of love; envious of yeonjun’s object of love that had stolen each and every piece of affection from yn even after years of passing away.

“I love you, yeonjun,” yn offers to his husband- his loved one, but the only thing echoes back is his own words. Yeonjun brakes free from yn’s hold, and yn’s resolve to love yeonjun for eternity breaks a little. Chipping away at the edges of his heart like fragile porcelain, leaving behind hairline fractures that whispered of the silent agony he endured.

Afterall, yeonjun's love was never his to begin with.

LDS boys x reader who's quite oblivious to their feelings?!?

| Partner who is quite obvious to the boys’ feelings |

Lnd boys x gn! Oblivious! Reader

Xavier

Xavier will wait for you to realize your feelings on your own terms giving you time and affection

He will be so soft and sweet to you, the man’s just happy to spend time with you

Sometimes while training together, he’d purposely let you win so can watch to celebrate.

When he does something a bit flirty, you’re dumbfounded- ears red eyes unable to meet his.

Though he isn’t the best person around to have in the kitchen, he makes an effort to learn how to cook your favourite dish.

A particularly strong hit from you caught Xavier off guard. He stumbled backwards, feigning a loss of balance, and fell to the floor with a dramatic thud. Concern immediately washed over your face as you rushed forward, your weapon forgotten, to check on your fallen comrade.

"Xavier! Are you alright? I should have been more careful," you said, worry etched across your features as you held him still.

Xavier lay there, seemingly dazed, looking up at you with a mysterious glint in his eyes. A whisper echoed through, "Woah... you look pretty from here."

Your concern shifted to confusion, and you tilted your head, trying to make sense of his words. "Hm? You said something? But I can't believe I was able to defeat one of the top-performing hunters today!" you exclaimed, once you registered the accomplishment, your attention torn between victory and the well-being of your sparring partner.

"Congrats on the win, you did great," Xavier replied, his hands reaching up to gently cup your face. The touch was unexpected, and you blushed slightly at the unexpected closeness. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of admiration and devotion.

Zayne

Zayne, although busy throughout the day, would set aside time for you to spend it with you even when you insist on him utilizing it to rest

His type of love would be acts of service and gift giving, getting you small things

^^ for example when you unconsciously ramble on how you were recently into doodling and sketching so he brings in a sketchbook for you to fill up )):

Or when you wanted to have crushed ice in the middle of the summer, he’d use his evol to help you out

He’d keep in one of your doodles on his office desk- a constant reminder of you that put a smile on his face

Dr. Zayne peered over the rim of his glasses, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. The soft hum of medical equipment echoed in the small examination room, creating an oddly serene backdrop to the unfolding conversation.

"Your heart's racing again," he remarked, the corner of his lips lifting in a half-smile. "May I ask why?"

"Really? I don't know, Dr. Zayne. This happens every time I'm near you. Do you think this is some kind of allergy?" you ask genuinely worried.

Laughter almost spills from his lips at the question, “I don’t think that is medically possible, perhaps this is because of some different matters..” zayne trails off, eyes hinting at something you aren’t sure of.

While you are left confused- oblivious even to his intentions!

Rafayel

This man will not stop pestering you, constantly throwing flirty lines at you even when you shoot him down again and again :(

Unlike the other two, immediately after he recognizes his own feelings, he’s all over you

Although when the topic of actually confessing comes up, he’s all shy and red in the face, and when you misunderstand his confession- he gets all pouty not talking to you for days

“y/nn!” he whines over the phone, “I need you here right now! You’re my bodyguard, right?! There’s this hideous bug near my canvas, please come quick,” he hurriedly says cutting of the call before you can even reply.

You roll your eyes as you hear his dramatic plea through the phone. It's not the first time he's called you for something trivial. Sighing, you decide to play along with his antics and head to his house.

When you arrive, you find him standing on a chair, gesturing wildly at the bug near his canvas. "Y/nn, thank goodness you're here! This bug is a threat to my masterpiece! Can you please get rid of it?" he says, looking genuinely distressed.

You can't help but chuckle at his exaggerated reaction. "Alright, alright, calm down. It's just a bug," you reassure him. You take a step forward and swat the bug away, making sure to make a show of it. "There, problem solved. Your masterpiece is safe," you tease.

He looks at you with wide eyes, a mix of relief and admiration in them. "You're my hero, y/nn! Always coming to my rescue," he says, a mysterious glint in his eyes. As you share a laugh, you notice a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

"You know," he starts, scratching the back of his head nervously, "I... um, appreciate you being around. More than just for bug emergencies, I mean." He glances away, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

He hesitates and finally blurts out, "I like having you around, y/nn. More than just for emergencies." You raise an eyebrow, not fully grasping the weight of his words.

“I mean, I hope you do,” you start, giving him a small smile. Upon hearing your words, he’s not talking to you for the rest of the week, while you wonder if you had said something wrong.

Sorry you had to wait this late but I was busy with moving into uni and lyf happened, although be ready to be fed more often now!!

DRAW THE CURTAINS —

2.FIFI MISSED YOU master.list

“Where are we going?” yn cuts through the silence.

“park around the corner” Taehyun replies matching yn’s bitchy tone.

The park around the corner revealed itself as a serene oasis amidst the urban hustle. Taehyun parked the car, the engine’s hum dissipating into the rustling leaves and distant city sounds. Yn stepped out, Fifi nestled securely in his arms.

The pair settle down beside each other in silence not knowing how to break the ice. Silence drapes over them once again, making taehyun let out a sigh then another and another-

“Will you stop sighing?” yn snaps, irritated.

“this is exactly what we need to avoid, your bitchy behavior” taehyun says poking a finger at yn.

“Stop changing the topic, you know damn well if you weren’t sighing like- 5 times a second I wouldn’t have said something” yn stands his ground.

“fine then, let’s make a deal you tone down your attitude and I’ll stop being a sighing machine” yn gazes at him skeptically, contemplating for a moment.

“add your sarcastic comments as well” yn remarked.

Silence envelopes once again on mutual understanding, only when Fifi leaves yn’s lap and makes her way to taehyun’s it is broken.

“Fifi no!” yn says exasperated at the betrayal.

“hi Fifi, I missed you!” taehyun coo’s at her holding her front paws in his own hands.

Fifi let’s out several mew’s kneading at the puffy fabric of taehyun’s coat. A smile plays on Taehyun’s face as he enjoys the unexpected attention from Fifi. Yn, caught between irritation and amusement, watches the scene unfold with a mix of exasperation and a begrudging smile.

”Looks like someone missed me more,” Taehyun teases, his fingers gently tousling Fifi’s fur. The playful banter, though lighthearted, carries a subtle undercurrent of their shared history.

Yn, trying to conceal a smile, retorts, “She’s just easily distracted. Don’t let it get to your head.”

Taehyun picks up the call after a loud ring, placing it near his ear as he picks up Fifi along with him and walks away to attend the call.

Yn sits patiently at the bench.

“Yes, mom?” taehyun asks immediately after he picks up the call.

“Hyunnie, where are you? I made dinner! come home quick” the elderly lady points out.

Taehyun falls silent for a while contemplating wether he should disclose that he’s with yn or keep it a secret. Fifi helps him out, a loud mewl going to the other side.

“is that Fifi?” mrs. Kang asks taehyun. “is yn with you then?” she continues.

“mhm, it is fifi, yn is also here” taehyun confirms looking back at yn who raised a brow questioningly.

“wonderful! Ask him to tag along, I made food enough for every one” she says to her son.

“mom, I don’t think he’ll come with, Fifi is a bit cold. I’ll drop them home and come right away” taehyun lies assuming yn wouldn’t agree either way.

“Oh! Tell yn to take care of Fifi then” mrs. Kang utters worried.

“yes.”

As taehyun walks back to yn, he finds yn shivering in the cold. Fifi having completed her impromptu mission with taehyun jumps back into yn’s arms.

“Mom invited Fifi and you to dinner” taehyun informs.

Yn asks without lifting his gaze- “mhm, what’d you say?”

“said that Fifi was cold and I’ll drop you both home instead”

Yn finally turns his gaze to match Taehyun who stood exactly in front of him. “then let’s do that” yn says with a tilt of his head.

“Alright let’s get you both home then. Mom will understand” Taehyun says offering a hand.

Yn’s gaze shifts from Taehyun to his extended hand them back again at Taehyun. Ignoring the ‘kind’ gesture, yn makes his way ahead still salty about their falling out.

Taehyun presses his tongue against his cheek as he follows yn back to his car. Hands finding their way back to his pockets.

The ride home was quiet, albeit too quiet for yn. As they neared yn’s apartment neither of them broke the silence.

“Well I’ll take my leave, thanks for the ride” yn said to taehyun as he stepped out of the car. Taehyun gave a silent nod Waiting for yn to step inside the house.

He saw as yn fumbled with the keys in one hand and Fifi in another until finally the door opened and yn disappeared behind the closed door.

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Synopsis- Taehyun's dad who adores yn, invites him to come to a Paris trip along with the kang's. Assuming he was joking, yn goes along with it ultimately making himself a part of their family trip.

But what taehyun's parents don't know is that yn and taehyun broke up long ago.

Now, in order to not sully the mood, they both agree to fake date until the end of their trip. But what happens next?

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