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[00:36] “Does it hurt?” He asks, brows knit in the softest of ways as he looks up at you through his lashes. The rain taps harshly against the window, you lift your hand to touch over the band aids mingyu has placed over the cut on your cheek bone, then the bruises near your eye and you hiss when it stings at so much as a light graze of your finger.

“You’re the first person to ask me that.” You look down as he’s knelt in front of you, yourself sat on the toilet lid as he begins to attend to the wounds on your thighs, wincing again when it stings and you place your hand over his. “You got your answer?” You ask with gritted teeth. He doesn’t chuckle, he doesn’t grin. His face doesn’t even so much as twitch. He simply purses his lips and fans his breath over your skin whilst continuing to identify each of your wounds. His thumb moves to softly rub circles over your hand as a form of reassurance.

“Jesus, y/n.” He presses his lips together, beginning to blow gently on the inner parts of your thighs and your eyes flutter close, head falling back. “Who the fuck did this to you?”

A sound escapes from the back of your throat when mingyu blows again and you don’t notice him gulp and roll his shoulders back whilst trying to keep his attention on your irritated skin. “Does it matter?” You breath out, “it’s part of the job.”

“I hate it.” He has to pause, crossing his legs on the ground beneath you.

You smile, “the wounds or the job?”

His head tilts up, eyebrows knit as he clenches his jaw, “all of it.”

You open your legs a little wider, mingyu tries not to stare. “Oh come on,” you flutter your eyes at him with a soft smirk and try not to chuckle when he gulps, “how ever would I have met you then?” He closes his eyes, breathing out when you lean forward to run your hands through his dark hair, freshly washed. “My only client that has a thing for after care.”

“F-fuck aftercare y/n.” His eyes are still closed, head falling onto your bare thigh, kissing your cold skin. “How often do they get this violent?”

You continue to stroke his hair, trying not to think about how nice it feels to have his skin press against yours, “violence to this extent is a first, I won’t lie.” You feel his eyelashes fan you as he blinks softly, “but he’s been dealt with. I won’t have to see him again.”

“Dealt with?” He lifts his head a little, making eye contact with you again and you count the beauty spots on his face and neck, “by your boss? That wonwoo guy?” He blinks at you for a while but you don’t say anything. He doesn’t need to know. You never want mingyu to know the extent of all of this. He seems to care too much and that scares you a little

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two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k 

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole… or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  

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cat & mouse

❝ rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ lots of !! sexual tension !! and jaemin acting like a dick, protective big brother!jaehyun, lots of sneaking around, jaemin calls you princess a lot, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hooking up, thigh riding, smut, oral sex, aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ tired of meaningless hookups and dull parties, na jaemin had always been hesitant to indulge himself. that is, of course, until he met you. however, upon realizing you’re none other than jeong jaehyun’s little sister, jaemin has to keep his relationship with you under wraps to make sure his team captain doesn’t find out. 

PLAYLIST ▸ move! by niki • playinwitme by kyle (feat. kehlani)

WORD COUNT ▸ 17713 words

TAG LIST ▸ @chubsluda​ @celestialchans​ @treasurestay​ @luvlyjaemin​ @lanadreamie​ @kylomeyon​ @taehinsano​ @jenotation​ @ovelha-colorida-v​ @hrjflrt​ @to-blessed-2-be-stressed​ @honeyju​ @chanluster​ @sweetjaemss​ @najaemsenthusiastttt​ @neovrse​ @jjikyuu​ @treasurestay​ @ahgastayzen​ @wcnderlandss​ @jaehy9ngs​ @jaemxins​ @syhznanny​ @lilminyoongles​ @bbnana​

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for all of your love and support !! it’s beyond me & i hope you guys enjoy this ! part of the dunk shot! series but it can be read separately ♡

NA JAEMIN HATED PARTIES.

In the same vein, he hated basketball to an extent. It wasn’t the sport itself that he despised, it was the commitments that followed it. As a vital player on the team, he was obligated to attend every afterparty despite how much he loathed parties. Yet, what he couldn’t stand was being nagged by his teammates, so Jaemin went to the parties. He went to the parties and drank until he was numb and the party was tolerable.

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“helplessly spellbound”

Suddenly Mark closes the gap between the both of you, pressing himself flush against your body with his hands on your hips. “You need to help me.” He sounds so desperate. Your mouth is agape, “I…. I don’t know what….”

“I can’t sleep.” He’s staring at your lips with a frown. “I can’t close my eyes without picturing you.”

“Mark, what are you talking about?” You take steps back breaking away from the hot contact of his skin, but he follows you like a magnet.

“This thing, it’s making me go crazy.” Mark backs you up against the door, his forehead leans down to press onto yours and you freeze. “I mean it. I cannot get you out of my head.” He lowers his voice, speaking with a quiet intensity. “You have to do something.”

You know its the spell that’s talking. It’s making him do this.

“I want you.” Mark says urgently, his knee moving between your legs. You don’t know what to do when you feel his hands on your waist tighten. “I need you… But you have to stop me.”

So you grab him by the shoulders so he can look into your eyes. Exhaustion riddles his features; his doe eyes no longer sparkle with innocence and his jaw is clenching with tension.

“You’re all I can think about.” His gaze wavers down to your lips again. But then you see the flash of inner conflict across his features; his eyebrows furrow and he scrunches nose. “You can’t let me do anything to you.” So when he ducks his head down to kiss you, you turn your head, and his lips press against your hair…

—exerpt of a mark lee fic

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[23:30] “make up your mind, y/n.” he’s on top of you, eyes gazing straight into yours and your heart is beating fast as ever from the adrenaline. “do you wanna kill me,” the dagger in your hand loosens just a little, velvet emerald coloured dress riding up your thighs as you begin to feel haechan in between your legs. he’s sweating, panting above you, wanting to kiss you but also worried for the shards of glass shattered all over the floor. it didn’t seem to phase you though. his brows furrow lightly, he’s confused. one minute he wants to end your life, run a thick blade through that pretty, soft, smooth neck of yours and see the blood spilling out of you, having you begging for mercy in front of him. but the next minute he wants to see you beg for him. for you to ache all over for him and for you to never want him to stop. instead of blood he wants to see himself spill on you, he wants to spill all over you as you lay on your back, just like now, underneath him. your face flushed and chest moving up and down up and down because that’s how good he is. that’s how good he can make you feel. “or do you wanna fuck me?” he gulps before asking this, because he knows that look in your eyes all too well. he’s seen it before and he has to keep himself from moaning when he notices your body relax under his, blinking up at him with round eyes… so different and innocent compared to when you just threatened to gauge his eyes out with your dagger. he loved that he had that affect on you, though he hated the affect you had on him.

you’ve made him weak, and he isn’t sure he can ever get his strength back again. not when you arch your back and rub against his crotch like that. his eyes flutter close and he buries his nose into the crook of your neck, moving his fully clothed hips to grind into you and you gasp, kissing his cheek.

fuck. no. he’s never, ever going to be recovering from this.

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[23:57] it’s freezing but you aren’t cold, not one bit. your brown coloured silk dress hugs every beautiful part of your body like it was made specifically for you, hair clipped up and nothing but a silver diamond necklace adorning your chest. “your honour!” oh, and you’re also drunk off your ass.

mark is nothing but heart eyes for you, watching as you twirl in your heels underneath the streetlight, not another soul in sight. it’s just the two of you, like a movie. “what?” he chuckles, moving in to grab hold of your arm to ensure you don’t fall.

“y/n! has a complaint!”

he raises his brows, “and what would that be, miss y/n?”

“hmm.” the way you puff your cheeks and squint your eyes makes him feel out of breath. you’re unreal. you raise a finger to the sky, standing still in your spot, “i have a complaint against my boyfriend!” his brows furrow, lips pursed as he takes a step into you, and you take a step back, “he was staring at girls at the party today!”

his mouth drops at the accusation, “what?! i was not!”

“liar! i saw you looking at girls!”

“you didn’t see shit!”

“i saw it!” mark tries not to laugh at your droopy eyes and the way your words come out all slurred. he’s never seen you this drunk before and it’s driving him insane how cute and silly you are.

“ok, miss y/n,” he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and takes another step in, crossing his arms against his chest, “do you have any evidence?” you pause, blinking. “any evidence to back your claim?” he snorts when your mind goes blank and he can see it on your face from the way your lips part. “no? hm. interesting.” he bites his lower lip and you shift in your spot, “well, i have some strong points to support my innocence.”

you scoff, “what points?”

“hm,” he takes his jacket off and places it over your bare shoulders, simultaneously pulling you into him, “during the party, when i got up to get us some drinks, you were touching up your lipstick but it smudged and got on your chin because you flinched from the dj’s loud announcement.” you blink, “am i correct?”

you bite your lip in thought and squint your eyes, “hm, yes that did happen.”

he nods once and carries on, “and you decided to keep your hair down in the beginning, but you got hot and put it up, is that right?”

“ummm,” you press your lips together, “yeah?”

“and when i was speaking to jaemin, some random ass guy tried flirting with you but you shooed him off the moment he approached you.”

you blink again, “yes. but i don’t see how-…”

“so.” he places a finger to your lips to shut you up, “so if i saw all these things happen to you, how could i be staring at any other girl?”

you have no defence. you’ve lost the case, you’re sure of it. “huh,” you breath out and mark smiles, “i guess you’re right.” you sigh in defeat.

mark nods, “i win?” you nod. “sooooo if i win,” he takes another step in and now your bare chest is pressed against his. “don’t you think i should get a reward?”

you have no idea what he’s thinking. “huh,” you nod, “i guess you’re right. you should get a reward.” he smirks, nose grazing yours, “tell me, good sir!” he closes his eyes and chuckles, pecking your cheek, “what would you like? i shall see it as my duty to bring it forth to you!”

he pulls away just a little, looking you dead in the eyes with a mischievous grin. he lifts his finger and taps his lips, and your eyes widen a little, then they relax. “really?! i was ready to take you to starbucks or something! a kiss is something you can get at any time why would you-..”

you’re cut off when his cold lips make contact with yours. he’s smiling against your mouth and there’s a warm feeling that’s bubbling up in the both of your stomachs. you lift a foot off the ground and mark wraps his arms around your waist and it truly does look like a movie to anyone watching it from far. and this is when mark realises that you are his happy ending. “i love you.” he says against your mouth and you’re suddenly sober.

placing your hands against his chest and pulling your mouth away from his but not daring to take a step back, you gulp and look up at him. “y-..” you’re out of breath and you feel the wind slap against your skin all of a sudden, “you’ve never said that before.” he nods and everything about the two of you is so soft. the way he moves to hold your hand and the way a gentle smile grows on your face and the pure, fairytale like vibe that’s surrounding the two of you. it’s beautiful. you smile, and your nose scrunches, as does marks. “i love you too markie.” you flick his ear lobe and he laughs and moves in to kiss you again.

i want what they have.

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“hey—- oh.” you blinked, taken aback as jeno immediately engulfed you, wrapping his arms around your form and kicking the door close behind him, burying his nose into your neck and squeezing his eyes shut. you laugh when you almost topple over, “long day?”

his hands creep up under your sweatshirt, circling patterns over your warm skin when you feel him leave wet kisses along your neck, “not really.”

your brows furrow when he pushes you against the wall, placing his hands on either side of your head and moving his head further down, running his lips over your shoulders and collar bones. “…then? is everything okay?” it’s not like jeno to be this touchy all of a sudden. it usually takes him time to build up to something like this but he seemed so… desperate.

“mmh, fine.” he kisses your breasts over your sweatshirt and your back arches naturally in response, hands immediately placed on his head with your fingers running and pulling through his hair as if it’s a reflex. “i just really need this right now.” and your sweatshirt is pulled over your head before you can even process anything, leaving you in your bra which jeno is also trying to sloppily remove.

“jeno,” you suck in a breath, “what’s going on this isn’t,” he nips and you gasp, “this isn’t like you.”

he pauses, but you can’t stop your chest from moving so rapidly. he blinks, slowly lifting his head up to meet your eyes and you realise they’re red. he’s been crying. he wants to melt at the way you’re immediately pulled out of your lustful haze upon noticing his state, moving your hands to caress his cheeks as gentle as ever. it would take something big to make jeno cry, but the genuine concern your eyes hold for him as you scan his face makes him want to sob in your arms. “they found out about us.” your stomach drops. “th-the company,” you gulp, trying to process what he’s saying, “they told me to break up with you. to finish things.”

you breath out shakily, moving your mouth to speak and it’s delayed when you say, “ok.” jeno nods. he knows what your okay means. it means everything is going to be fine, that you’ll work things out… together. you’ll talk about it and get through this. and it’ll be happy, always. you sigh, “let me just,” jeno watches like a lost puppy as you fasten your bra and trudge up to where he’d flung your sweatshirt, throwing it on. you also try to ignore the mini pool that had formed in between your legs. he blinks when you walk back to him, holding his hand with such care and he feels so so comfortable and at ease. like this one gesture has changed his entire perspective on the situation and now he feels so silly for moping and worrying about it the entire day.

“come on, let’s sit down and you can tell me everything, okay?”

he nods and wraps his arm around you from the back, again nuzzling his nose into your neck but it’s softer this time. you chuckle as you hear the patter of his slippers against the ground and it makes it harder for you to walk towards the couch, but you don’t stop him. you let him hold you in any way that’ll give him the comfort and reassurance he needs right now.

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[00:06] warning, mentions of abuse, drugs and death.

“are you alive?” jisung asks, powdered white smeared across his nose as he blinks up at the ceiling, hearing your breath hitch beside him. bruises are marked across the both of your bodies, your nose leaking red and white, bottom lip cut and it’s hard for you to speak.

“almost.” you answer. sniffing and trying not to cry out in frustration. they’d injected you with heroin. they’d forced a substance up jisungs nose. they beat the two of you black and blue. jisung’s pretty sure his ribs are broken after being slammed with a baseball bat.

“have they gotten to you yet?” you’re sinking into the ground, the ceiling is smiling down at you and the plants in the corner wave. “whatever they injected?”

the light bulb grins and winks. you shrug. “i don’t know.”

“why did we do this?” you gulp, jisungs voice is fuzzy and it sounds like he’s under water. yet his words are enough to bring tears to your bloodshot, wounded eyes. “why did we have to go and steal their shit? we should have just left it. look where it got us.”

the prayer mat is wrapping it’s tussles around your throat, yet you remain utterly still. “we needed the money.” the table holds down your legs and suddenly you begin floating, wheezing when you feel something pushing down at your chest.

“don’t die now.” jisung orders. his voice has no tone to it. flat and simple as if the both of you weren’t just overdosed.

“i’ll try.” you don’t know how you’re able to speak or hear jisung speak. but you’re glad you can. the ocean you’re drowning in is lonely. the couch swims by and the tv swims by and you see the syringe used to inject you casually float in front of you.

“dont…” a tear rolls down jisungs face as he lays flat on his back. he doesn’t even know how many things are lurking in his body. he stopped counting after the third dose of whatever they’d punched into his arm. “don’t die at all.” he feels his throat clogging and his vision blurring. everything’s black.

you feel your best friend begin to tremble, no full on spasm next to you. white dripping past his lips and his eyes rolling back but you don’t have the heart to see it. your body is still floating. the entire room begins to cry and mourn in the name of park jisung and you remain utterly still. the lamp shade, the coats hanging on the wall, the walls themselves. they scream and cry and fall to the ground… if there even is one. your response is delayed and your mouth twitches as you slur out your words,“i’ll try not to.”

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[01:35] “jaemin?”

“yes, my love?”

“just wanted to ask,” you bite at your lower lip, fiddling with your fingers as you sit on his lap, his eyes gazing into yours like you’re the only person in the world. “is this a forever thing?”

his eyebrows knit slightly, “what is?”

“us.” his face softens, “are we a forever thing?”

his mouth lifts into a smile. a smile that radiates comfort and warmth. he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours and you giggle when his fingers gently poke at your belly, “we’re married you dumb bitch.”

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Hi! I know you’re new but I absolutely love the work you’ve written so far idk lol I just love the way you write.

Hi!! Omg thank you so so much the way this made me smile 😭😭 you’re so sweet <3

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ahh i realised that your jeno prompt from the prompt set part three comes from suspicious partner! it’s the joke jiuk keeps using on bonghui!

yes!! that drama is one of my favs 🥺

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[22:34] you mumble, you stutter, you blink and you gulp and you almost cry. but he doesn’t budge.

“fucking let me go!” you scream out, frustrated and terrified beyond measure.

“i’m not going to hurt you.”

“you have a rope in your hand!”

“they told me to tie you up.” you almost shriek, “but i’ve decided against it. i’m sure you’ll be a good girl and not cause any trouble. right, love?” jeno notices your heaving chest and the corner of his mouth lifts into a grin. you do nothing but try not to have your breath hitch, “you’re afraid.”

“no shit!” he tilts his head, eyes scanning you up and down and you notice, shifting uncomfortably in your spot, “you kidnapped me!”

the man clicks his tongue and you try not to have your gaze divert to how great his physique is again and again. his black turtle neck compliments his figure so well, fitting tightly around his broad shoulders, and then his slim waist. god… his waist. “hm,” he scratches the back of his head and scrunches his nose, “yes, well i guess you’re right to be somewhat scared.” you squint your eyes at how casual he’s being. “but rest assured.” he raises his brows, taking a step in and you take a step back, having you press up against the wall. “this has nothing to do with you. it’s your father we want to get to. once he pays us, you’ll be free to go.”

“and what if he doesn’t?” jeno pauses, narrowing his eyes.

“what?”

you breath out, shrugging your shoulders, “i’m not of much value to him. should’ve taken my brother.” your kidnapper furrows his brows, “my father probably hasn’t even noticed i’m gone yet.”

he stares. a stare you can’t quite get the meaning of. you have no idea what he’s thinking right now. he needs to stop because your eyes are starting to divert to his body again, and this time your mind is beginning to work it’s way around you too.

“rest.” your lips part when he turns away from you, panicking and looking around for some sort of way out. there’s nothing.

and then it just seems like your body has a mind of its own because you’re literally charging towards this almost 6 foot man with the physique of a fucking athlete. of course, his reflexes are too fast.

his fist is clenched around your forearm and he yanks, hard, pulling you forward so that your faces are only inches apart, noses grazing.

you’re so embarrassed.

“that was cute,” he says, face unreadable. he’s simply unamused, still not letting go of you. “but you must know, that though i decided against it,” his voice lowers all of a sudden and you feel heat emitting from the both of your bodies, “i would have an immense pleasure in tying you up.” your eyes widen, “you don’t want to make me mad, my love.” your brain turns to mush. you can’t breath. “im being nice. and i would like it to stay that way. sit there with your mouth shut and i’ll bring some food down to you.” you don’t know how you’re still standing. “am i understood?” he chuckles when you don’t say anything and the only thing you can do is gape at the crescents his eyes form. “atta girl.”

been writing a whole lot about jeno lately idk what’s going on

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im so in love with your writing holy fuck

thank you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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[21:58] “i will always choose you.” jeno’s voice was deep, filled with sincerity and lined with an oath you knew he would never break. jeno doesn’t lie. he’s never failed to show you and tell you and prove to you how important you are to him. how much he treasures you.

you move into his palm when he places it against your cheek, softly caressing your skin as if you were like nothing he’s ever seen before. he’s tracing his fingers over your jaw like he wants to memorise the way every single inch of your skin feels against him. “i can’t imagine myself with anyone other than you, y/n. you’ve become an obsession.”

you smile, looking down because jeno’s eyes are too pretty, you get shy when you look at him and he knows it. it’s his favourite thing about you. that you can’t look into his eyes, it means he gets to tilt your chin up himself and force you to look at him. force you to get flustered whilst you avoid his gaze.

[15:30] you avoid his eyes, like you always do. not because you’re going to get shy or flustered, but because you feel like you’re going to throw up.

your palms are clammy and you’re struggling to breath but you’re glued to your chair. your body isn’t letting you leave no matter how much your heart wants to. your heart is growing weak here. “you okay?” your mother asks, placing her hand on top of yours with a pained smile on her face.

you breath out shakily, nodding too quickly and hastily but your mother sees right through you. “you sure?” you close your eyes, “he is your first love after all.” you want to die, “i mean since you guys were kids you-..”

“mum.” your eyes water and your mother instantly melts. squeezing your hand a little tighter, “let’s just stay quiet until the whole thing is over, okay?”

“we can leave if you—..”

“i promised him i’d be here.” you’re out of breath. it’s taking a lot of strength to even sit here right now. you’re already exhausted. “we were friends before lovers. and our friendship matters to me so—-…” your bottom lip quivered and you wiped at your face a little to make sure no tears had started running without your consent, “so i have to be here. for him.”

him. he looks so beautiful today. so pretty.

his tuxedo, his hair, his features. he looks so grown up. so mature. his heart seemed to have matured too. seemed to have wanted a change. something new, something different. you were old news.

“you may now kiss the bride.”

you gasp and you didn’t mean to. it was a natural reaction after accidentally looking at what you promised yourself you’d look away for.

his lips are on hers and he’s holding her in his protective, warm hands like he would once hold you and he’s smiling that signature eye smile you still think about and he’s smiling and chuckling against her mouth and they’re kissing like they’ve never kissed before and she has tears running down her face and he has tears running down his face.

they look so happy.

and you look like you’re on the verge of death.

and it doesn’t help when they pull apart and the first person jeno’s eyes land on is you. and he doesn’t even do it on purpose, he just somehow always manages to look your way unintentionally. his eyes will always meet yours in a crowded room, even after just kissing his newly wedded wife.

he’s looking your way and you try to smile as if to say this isn’t affecting you but your heart is burning. your face keeps twitching and you keep telling your brain not to switch off on you. your heart had died a long time ago so your mind is all you have, you need to be sane in this moment.

this is unfair. the fact that he gets to look at you without feeling anything. the fact that he gets to marry someone he loves. you’re sure you’ll never love again like you do him. you’ll never feel this anger, this sadness, this confusion�� just all of this ever again.

you don’t want to.

all men do is lie after all.

jeno promised you an eternity of love, instead tricking you and handing you an eternity of pain.

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[03:16] your head is spinning, trying not to stumble as you feel the vibration of the music playing on the speakers downstairs run all through your body. he’s standing too close, you’re unable to decipher even the simplest of things when he’s around you.

you gulp when he moves in further, having your back press up against the wall, and you notice how fast his chest is moving. he’s panting like he can’t.. he can’t breath. like he’s also struggling to carry out the most basic of tasks whilst in your presence.

he forgets how to breath when he so much as even sees you.

“kiss me.” you tiptoe and place a shaking hand on his cheek, he lets out a tiny gasp when your skin makes contact with his. he blinks softly, moving to place his hand over yours and you notice him look at your left eye, your right eye, then your lips. and his gaze stays there, on your trembling mouth. “please.” you breath out and he wants to melt at how desperate you sound. the emotion, the want, the love. he feels all of it.

“if i kiss you, y/n,” his voice is barely above a whisper yet for you it’s enough to drown out all of the loud, blaring sounds a party consists of. “i’ll never be able to walk away.”

you close your eyes, lips parted as you tilt your head up a little higher, him simultaneously leaning his head down, the tips of your noses grazing, “then don’t.” he curses under his breath at the overwhelming amount of emotion surrounding the both of you, “just kiss me.”

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[00:00] “happy new year, my love.” jaehyun says.

“happy new year.” you whisper.

“this year has been amazing.” jaehyun says.

you gulp, lower lip quivering a little, “has it?” you ask.

“i want to kiss you again.” jaehyun giggles and his dimples are probably on display.

you don’t say another word. too drunk, too sad, too heartbroken.

“what’s stopping you?” you hear her voice and you feel vomit building up at the back of your throat.

nobody is talking anymore. they’re probably kissing.

thousands of people around you, the nights sky lit up with fireworks. and here you stand, behind the happy couple. behind his girlfriend. you’d trade the entire world just to be in her position right now.

hearing them whisper words of affection to one another, a tear rolls down your cheek. hearing her giggle into him, you try to stop yourself from whimpering.

“i love you so much.” you hear him say.

you try to breath, but your body deems it more necessary to let out a weak and timid, “i love you too.”

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