#dancer!lee jeno

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when their back-up dancer gf became viral.

Mark Lee

The moment you went home from tour, Mark embraced you tightly that you couldn't breathe. You asked him why and turns out Mark was lurking on twitter when he saw that a video of you on Red Velvet's concert went viral. It was you dancing and interacting with Reveluvs while dancing to "Bing Bing" Everyone was praising at how cute you are and you dance amazingly. Mark was amazed but as he scroll through the quote retweets the comments become more and more weird like, "is she single???" or "i can take her" or "if i can't have rv, can i have their dancer?" you have to assure your pouting boyfriend that it's nothing and he's the only one you love. 

Huang Renjun

Renjun will be a grinning little shit when the two of you found out that you went viral as Ten's backup dancer for his solo debut. It was during 'Water' and people were praising at how hot you are. Renjun was a proud boyfriend when he saw that the fancam's view is reaching almost a 100k, and as you two looked at the comments, there are a lot of love confessions to you, even asking if you're single and if you have a boyfriend, they can fight him. Renjun casually brushes it off but you know that deep inside he's jealous because of the tone of his voice. 

Lee Jeno

He's jealous! because you went viral as a back-up dancer for Shinee for their tour and now everyone knows you! Key was taking a video around the stage for their encore when he caught you so he asked you to wave at the video. That ten seconds clip went viral, asking who's the pretty dancer on the vid. Eventually, they found your instagram and in a span of a few days, your followers count is starting to rising. Jeno will be a pouting baby, hugging your waist closer to him while you look at the dms sent to you. Eventually you have to stop looking at it so that you can give your attention to your sulking boyfriend. 

Lee Donghyuck

You went viral because you danced with an another idol for a kcon stage. It wasn't only because of your looks and performance but your chemistry with said idol was intense that people are immediately shipping both of you. Of course, Haechan didn't take this very well and was extremely jealous when he saw the comments. He was happy that you were able to perform on stage but why a collab stage!? You only laughed at his misery but then, assured him that it's just your work and you love him. Showering him with kisses so that he can shut up. 

Na Jaemin

When you found out that you went viral as Taeyong's backup dancer, you were so excited about it that you immediately told your boyfriend about it. Jaemin watches the video and there was a small interaction between you and Taeyong, and he doesn't want to be overeacting but your smile turn wide when you made eye contact with Taeyong. Jaemin tries to not sound bitter and compliments your dancing. But it didn't stop there, you continued talking about the comment sections about people asking if you're single. You were laughing at the comments, even showing it to Jaemin when he brushes your phone away and steals a kiss from you. "You're making me jealous, you know that?"

Zhong Chenle

Chenle was clinging to you the moment you went home from tour. He discovered that you danced for a group from a different agency. He was okay with it but you went viral for your dancing. Everyone was flooding the comments and saying that you're a great dancer and now Chenle's complaining at how people can now recognize you and soon, you'll be popular and everyone will want you! You only chuckled at his worries and told him that you're his already. 

Park Jisung

Jisung will complain to you because of your viral video where you're dancing along with Wonbin from Riize. He's not jealous because people are shipping you and Wonbin, but he's jealous because Wonbin performed with you! Jisung wants to perform with you too. You know how dancing plays a huge part in your relationship with Jisung and getting a chance to perform with him is a dream of yours too. You assured him that maybe someday, you two can dance on stage together, but for now, how about you two dance around your apartment?

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lee jeno x fem!reader

college au

chaptered

very slow burn

genre; not-quite-friends to lovers, older brother mark lee, brothers best friend lee jeno, light angst, yn is a menace to society, story/character driven

warnings for this chapter; kys mention in joking manner

chapter wc: ...13K

a/n: i couldn't decide between posting this monster whole or cutting it into two parts, but two parts kind of makes the pacing weird, so here she is in all her glory! been editing this so long that i've gotten sick of looking at it so im just going to release it into the world now LOL, pls pls pls give me feedback on this chapter, im not 100% satisfied w it but i cant tell if its because it sucks or i've just been rereading it too much 🥸

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FORGET WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT NEVER BEING ABLE TO GET MAD AT SOMI, BECAUSE THIS TIME, YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO KILL HER.

At this exact moment in time, the Aegon Showcase is set to begin in about fifteen minutes. You’ve got half of a chocolate muffin stuffed into your mouth (courtesy of Somi sneaking a few snacks from the audience lounge, since the dancers technically weren’t supposed to be eating any of the guest refreshments), and you were about halfway through swallowing this chunk of bread when Somi said something that made you nearly choke.

For context: six and a half days have passed since you’ve last spoken to Jeno.

And you haven’t been counting, either. It just so happens that it is surprisingly easy to recall every passing minute when each one feels like it’s been put there specifically to test you.

The afternoon after the Balcony Incident, for example— a few fresh hours after you left Lee Jeno behind on that overlook with the full intention of never looking him in the eyes ever again. After a late breakfast with Somi you’d told her you weren’t feeling too well, that you’d be leaving a little earlier than planned (which, even though you’d said your pain was of the intestinal variety, wasn’t untrue; you didn’t feel well, if the widening pit in your stomach caused by that morning was anything to go by) and departed her penthouse a little after one. 

You’d foolishly hoped that Jeno and his entourage would have plans literally anywhere other than Mark’s place for once, wanting to do nothing but silently mope around the apartment for a few hours once you'd gotten home, but you’d been naive.

You’d been so, so naive.

“Oh!” you’d heard. Renjun. Brown hair, big dark eyes peeking at you around the doorframe as you cradled your now-aching nose bridge. You opened the front door and crashed face first into something solid. “Hey, you. Perfect timing. Do you wanna come grocery shopping with us? Jaemin’s cooking tonight!”

“We’ll even let you ride in the cart,” Chenle chimed in from further into the hallway, grinning wickedly, but you couldn’t focus on either of them because they were both half-hidden behind what you’d smashed into with your haste to get inside. No gray flannel this time, but the same unreadable expression on his face as he, much like he did at the party last night, instinctively grabbed you to keep you from falling on your ass.

(Or his expression was unreadable. Until his eyes trained on something about your face that he didn’t like and his dark eyebrows furrowed with something akin to concern. Then you remembered you’d been crying all morning and surely looked like some sort of dried-out blowfish, eyelids puffy and swollen, so you averted your eyes and jumped out of his grip like he’d stung you.)

“Busy,” you told them quickly, “Sorry. Not today.”

Renjun pouted. Chenle squinted at you, obviously doubtful. And when Jeno finally moved out of the way, you didn’t even thank him for keeping you upright. You just kept your attention on the ground and beelined into the apartment.

Little did you know, that one word would become your mantra. Busy, busy, busy. But it wasn’t like you were completely lying, because you were busy. The Aegon showcase was in a week which meant you had practice every free hour with Somi and the others, and the last thing you needed was to get distracted by circling Jeno like some kind of sad, miserable shark. The good thing about being out of the house so often was that most of the week passed with no more Jeno-related incidents.

Thursday night ended up being the first time you’d seen him with your own eyes since you face-planted into him the previous Saturday.

You’d returned home at 10PM, sweaty and exhausted from a last minute choreo change that had, apparently, also wiped clean the memory of what Thursday nights meant in the Mark Lee household. Movie night. The tiredness you felt was so all-encompassing that upon the discovery of all seven of them sitting around the couch staring at you as you entered, there wasn’t even enough energy to feel awkward. Even then, you must not have looked as ghastly as you felt because Jaemin smiled at you like nothing was amiss, gesturing towards the dining table and the mountain of brown bags atop it.

“You’re late, Rockstar. Take-out’s gone cold.”

Jeno was sitting right next to him. Your muscles were like jelly. All of your bones hurt. Your brain felt like it was operating on nothing but fumes. (And this is what you blamed for your cowardice— the fact that you couldn’t even hold your head up to look in his direction in fear of catching his eye.)

After everyone had gone home and you had free reign of the kitchen once again, Mark hit you with a few more questions about the Aegon Comp; seemingly insignificant inquiries like how the parking situation was (which you didn’t understand the importance of, since he said he’d probably ride his bike there), and if he could sit wherever he wanted (which again, confused you, because the ticke you’d gotten him was one of the best in house). But in your state of fatigue you didn’t think to question it. All you wanted to do was eat something and go to bed, and that’s exactly what you did.

(If you’d had your wits about you maybe you’d have put two and two together. Maybe Somi’s words wouldn’t have caught you with the surprise they did. But as it stands…)

As it stands it’s Friday afternoon, the day of the Aegon Showcase, and half a chocolate muffin is stuffed into your face (technically now stuffed into your airway) as you come to the realization that your friend might secretly be trying to ruin your life.

“You really need to stop eating your food so fast,” Jiara murmurs, clapping you on the back with a little more force than necessary. “No one is going to take it from you. Smaller bites will go a long way.”

You gasp a breath when the chunk finally unsticks. Then, “You saw who in the audience lounge?”

Somi is nonplussed by your horror.

“I saw your brother out there trying to throw a skittle over a lighting fixture and still catch it in his mouth. When I was leaving with our food I think I heard a bunch of people cheer so I’d bet he managed to do it, which, when you think about how high these ceilings are, is actually pretty impressive—”

You fight the urge to grab her by her shoulders and shake her. “I’m not asking about the goddamn skittles!” you hiss. “Somi, you said you saw ‘them’ when you went out there. Them as in plural. Who is them?”

She makes a face like you should already know who. “Who else? Mark and the rest of his crew. And Donghyuck asked to bring a few more, so I guess those are who the other guys out there are. Why are you acting like you didn’t already know this? You were sitting right next to me when Donghyuck was practically begging to come!”

Your life flashes before your eyes.

Jeno’s car. The rain, pounding against the windows. Catching him looking at you in the mirror after Somi told them about the showcase, how it felt like the world outside faded away a little as some little message passed between you— when you felt like he was telling you something without saying a single word.

Then you remember it. In your distant, distant periphery, even though she’d been sitting not even a millimeter to your left when these alleged plans were discussed.

‘Yeah! I mean, I reserved like, a bajillion seats in advance because I knew I’d want to invite everyone who would even consider coming— I’ll definitely get the best row for you guys!’

“However,” she says after a beat, voice finally starting to show the tiniest bit of caution. You realize that your face has begun to contort on its own. “I am starting… to get vibes. That I maybe should have run that by you first? Would now be a bad time to let you know that I told them about the afterparty, too?”

Utter disbelief. The only reason you don’t leap on her once you fully comprehend what she’s said is because Gawon, who’d been watching this entire exchange with quiet brown eyes, puts a hand on your shoulder. She must be able to tell that you’re about to start freaking out, because her therapist-voice is fully activated when she clears her throat.

“Can I ask what's so surprising about this?” she asks carefully. “When we were telling Aegon about how many tickets we each wanted, you said you only needed one. For your brother, right?”

You thought of the ticket, the little envelope you’d held under your pillow for weeks as you fought with the idea of actually giving it to Mark. In the end, a few days ago, when you handed it to him and told him he could come watch you perform if he wanted to, he smiled so big that you felt bad for waiting so long in the first place. But you’d then quickly explained the caveat: that he was not to tell any of the others about it, because there was only one ticket and you didn’t want them hassling you about getting more. And Mark agreed.

Which is why you’d dared to assume that tonight would be safe.

“Yes,” you mutter. “The ticket was for him.”

“Which means you’re not surprised he’s here. So are his friends the problem?”

“The problem?”

You pause. That word makes it seem like their appearance here is actually detrimental to you in some way, like they’re just here to hassle or bully you or something, but that’s not really it at all. Your annoyance at them being here is rooted in the exact opposite. They’re not going to joke around and take it easy, or pat you on the back and tell you that you did well, like how they would if they’d come to watch one of their friends dance. They’re going to swarm you and coo and treat you like a five year old that just stumbled through their first ballet recital.

And as if that isn't bad enough, you realize with a start that you've actually got more to worry about than just being embarrassed by their innate need to baby you.

They, you remember yet again. Plural.

You quickly fix your doomsday-esque expression. "Uh. No, no problem, just... I'm over-exaggerating, forget it, Somi, when you said they, how many are we talking exactly?"

"Seven," she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you fight to keep your shoulders from sagging. "The three from the car, your brother, and three others I don't really know as well, but who're all just as cute."

Seven. Which means Lee Jeno will be in the audience as well. You should've already known that, fully aware that wherever Mark goes Jeno will follow, but you'd been so startled by the change in attendance that you'd momentarily forgotten that you were pointedly avoiding one of that seven.

Great.

A click echoes over the announcement system. You recognize the voice that follows as the organizer of the showcase, the cheerful woman from the promotional video, happily informing all the performers to head to their greenrooms for final warm-ups before the show.

Well. Even if you wanted to mope for longer about your predicament, your mind switches lanes to the task at hand. Somi and Gawon both titter excitedly at the update, but make sure to quickly give their final reassurances about not worrying too much about the people in the audience and using that energy to give your all on stage. They’re right of course, and you probably would have come to this conclusion on your own once you swallowed your knee-jerk reaction to gripe about everything involving your brother and his friends, but you can’t say that their enthusiasm doesn't do the heavy lifting of bringing you back to earth.

You've got a competition to rock, after all. You could worry about everything else after.

Adrenaline made the hour-long showcase go by in what seemed like fifteen seconds. 

Just like that, a short chapter of your life closed with a bang; seven minutes on the stage, deafening cheers, Jiara and Guyeon pulling everyone into one big sweaty hug as soon as you were all out of the spotlight— then you blink and you’re in Gawon’s car with the windows down blasting down Gangnam on the way to Somi’s house, the girls in the seats around you singing along to the radio at the top of their lungs. The sun is setting, you’re heading to your celebratory afterparty, and what should be a picture-perfect moment is completely ruined by the fact that your mind has been in shambles for the last hour and a half. Why?

Because as you inch closer and closer to Somi’s penthouse, all you can think about is the fact that Lee Jeno is sitting up there biding his time before he can stomp your heart into a million more microscopic pieces.

What you didn’t mention about the moments after the performance was that, after rushing through changing out of your performance outfit to find your friends and get the hell out of there, you stumbled out of the greenroom to find a person. A person who was frowning out in the corridor like some sort of mopey ghost, Jeno in all his annoyingly perfect glory, caught mid-pace.

Upon seeing him your body rebooted, a hundred different emotions flashing through your system from the shock of him appearing in front of you at that moment. The only thing you had time to notice before his words ruined the rest of your afternoon was how… fidgety he was; Running his hand through his hair, rocking from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing his arms over his chest. You’d always taken note of how still Jeno could be sometimes, not moving an inch for seemingly hours at a time, which was the main reason his current inability to stay still even caught your eye— but it was quickly overtaken by the utter despair you felt not soon after he caught sight of you and opened his mouth.

“Can we talk?” he’d asked. And he’d sounded so unsure of himself that you almost instantly crumbled to the puppy-dog eyes, before reality grabbed you by the neck and you remembered that talking to him was actually the last thing you wanted to be doing right now. 

“Busy,” you’d forced out. “My friends are waiting for me outside.”

But he must’ve seen this coming because he looked nonplussed as you took a step back, his own feet matching yours stride for stride, hands coming out almost as if to calm you like one might a spooked horse.

“It won’t take longer than a few minutes,” he tried, “Five minutes, just five. I just— I really, really want to clarify a few things from Saturday. What I said on the balcony.”

He said it like there was a chance you might’ve forgotten what happened, which almost made you laugh in disbelief. Like it was possible to forget that shitshow, your first love telling you that he was kind of interested in you once upon a time, but did nothing about it because your brother came first. Though, once you fully realized that he meant he wanted to talk about that right now, the moment lost its humor.

Now? Here? You glanced up and down the hallway. Your friends weren’t around, nor were his, but you were hardly alone.

“I wasn’t being entirely—”

“You're going to the party, aren’t you?” You cut Jeno off. Very unlike you when it came to him, and with the way he blinked you had a feeling he knew that too.

“The party?” 

“Somi said she invited you guys.”

“I— I wasn't sure you wanted me to come.”

“Somi invited you, Lee. Is that any way to treat your hostess? We can—” You swallowed. “Come by, and we can find a minute to talk then, but for now I really—”

“Have to go,” he finished with a small wince. “Got it.”

And once he’d metaphorically let you go, taking a step back to slip his hands in his pockets, you’d all but run away; finding Guyeon and Gawon waiting for you like they said they’d be, ready to leave and head to Alice’s house to pretty-up for the party in her gigantic flat. You were trying your best to keep up the energy when you got into the car with them, laughing along to their jokes and dancing along to the music, but you couldn’t stop thinking of what type of curbstomp Jeno was about to release on the suffering remains of your sixteen year-old feelings. 

Even up until the final touches of your make-up, you were commiserating. What the hell could he possibly want to clarify? 

Was he going to tell you to stop being weird around him and the others, because your mood was fucking up their vibe? To stop avoiding him so obviously, that it was as noticeable for everyone as it felt for you, that it was making it awkward for him?

Or could he mean that he was going to tell you he’d… misspoken? That he’d never really liked you the way you liked him, and didn’t want you to misunderstand— by interested in you he meant in the way all guys were interested in all girls, some lowly, surface level thing that he quickly got over when he realized his friendship with your brother could be jeopardized by it?

The last thought had stung a little more than the others, and you’d accidentally frowned so hard about it that it creased your still-setting concealer and had to wipe it all off.

After angrily redoing your base you’d forced it from your mind and got dressed, stealing a simple henley dress from Gawon’s closet upon realizing that you were not in the mood for sexy-cute like Somi had said the dress code was. Instead you opted for ‘hey, you can see my legs and that's good enough,’ and huffed your old leather jacket on top of it; the latter was sure to piss her off but she still owed you from the Mosquito Boy Incident, so she could kick rocks about it for all you cared. 

You had a feeling that no matter what you wore, tonight wasn’t going to be very sexy-cute at all.

The party is just getting into the swing of things when you make it upstairs. It’s like the explosion of a birthday surprise when you and the girls walk through the door. This party is technically a celebration, and you guess a lot of these people must’ve been in the Aegon audience without you knowing it, because you’re getting congratulations and kudos and pats on the back like you’ve just won an olympic medal.

But your pride is short lived, tainted by a bolt of nerves when you think you spot someone that looks like Donghyuck in your periphery. Where Hyuck is, Jeno will be.

It turns out to only be a very tall girl with a pixie cut who winks at you when you whirl your head to her, but the stress of it doesn't ebb away. God. Is the whole night going to be like this? Walking on pins and needles until he finds you?

“You know, new girl,” A voice starts at your side, startling you further, “Your ice breaker back at that my party could’ve been that you’re a kick-ass dancer, instead of that bullshit with the mosquitos.”

Wooyoung. Your friends are suddenly nowhere to be seen when your turn to him, clearly having fucked off into the mass the second alcohol became available, so it’s just the both of you hovering over by this snack table. Though this is only the second or third time you’ve interacted with him past a greeting (you see him sometimes on campus, and he always waves at you like you’re best friends when you pass each other), you’re actually rather soothed by his presence. 

“You wanted to know juicy secrets, not secret hobbies. If you asked me for an ice breaker and I told you I could dance, you would’ve kicked me out of that house.”

He laughs, a snickering sound, before eyeing two jello-shots a girl walks by with in her hands.

“Do a shot with me?” he pouts. “My friends are running late and I’m still painfully sober.”

A shot?  

...Hm. A shot. Inebriation. You’re not one to like straight liquor because the burn in your throat is often more than you think the gag is worth. But if you’re looking to relax sooner rather than later… the pain might not be without its merit. 

Liquid courage. Something you could definitely use right now, as skittish as you’re being. Maybe he’s onto something.

“Just one?” you pique, turning to survey the options. “Thought you were more hardcore than that, VP.”

One jello-shot quickly turns into four with Wooyoung involved, and your mouth is sweet with the taste of artificial dye by the time you actually spot Donghyuck, over by Somi’s balcony doors chatting up some pretty girl you recognize from your physical education class. The volleyball player. Xiaoting or something close, and you almost snort at the sight because she seems way out of his league. But he has a way with words that you guess you could be attractive when he wields it with flirtation in mind, instead of the intent to piss off like he always does with you.

The Smirnoff burning in your stomach must already be settling in because you only mildly bristle when you see him. Like you thought earlier: Hyuck is here, which means Jeno is here. And… and the Smirnoff must’ve already hit your brain, actually, because all of a sudden you’re feeling agitated and confrontational.

You don’t want to spend all night worrying about when he’s going to find you and drop the bomb. So what if he doesn’t like you! So what if he probably wants to forget the moment that happened out on that balcony never occurred at all? You lived your life without yearning over Jeno for years before you moved back here, so it won’t even be that hard to go cold-turkey when he says what he needs to and inevitably squashes the remainder of your heart in his fist. It’s fine. You’ll live.

You just need to rip it off like a bandaid first. And to do that?

“Hey, Woo, I think I need to go and look for somebody. You’re still down for that dance battle later?”

“I don’t play around with my challenges,” he says, grinning much too wide, “I’ll find you later, and then it’s on. Knock em’ dead, new girl.”

As bold as you suddenly are, you actually don’t want to go and interrupt whatever Donghyuck has going on just to ask him where Jeno is. So you’re on your own for a little, scanning the walls for him and the stupid clavicles poking out of his button-up, hair all windswept and eyes so dark. It’s nearly a minute of searching before you see something familiar— but it’s not exactly what you’re looking for.

Close enough, though. 

It seems like Na Jaemin has actually spotted you first, since he’s already heading towards you when you spot his head of pink darting through the crowd. You don’t fuss when he musses your hair and gasps over the competition, applauding you in that sickeningly earnest way he always has, since you’re used to his preening and compliments. Not to say you’re not appreciative. It always makes your face hot when he coos over you like this. But you’ve got a mission in mind, and fretting at him over the pouting and cheek-squeezing will get you nowhere.

“Yes, thank you, I did hear you cheering over everyone else at the end, no I wasn’t hiding my swag from you on purpose, thank you, you can stop pretending to cry now. Where is Jeno?”

The idea of you looking for Lee Jeno on purpose must startle him, because there’s a second after his clear offense at you brushing him off where he registers what you’re asking for and actually looks a little concerned. “Jeno? No-Jam? Why? Did he say something to you?”

“What? No, I just need to talk to him about something. Thought he’d be hanging around you.”

Imperceptibly, Jaemin lightens. 

“Oh. He’s downstairs hefting handles out of Somi’s car, because blondie forgot half the drinks in her trunk. He got volunteered by Chenle as Mr. Muscles and left with her like five minutes ago, so he should be back any minute.”

Damn it. Forlornly, you glance at the door, but there's nothing. No movement. Nada. There goes all your building bravado.

“But before he returns, young lady, should we talk about how that red tinge to your lips better be from the non-alcoholic jello-shots?”

Ah. Whoops. Not only no movement, but now you’ve gotten yourself trapped in the sights of Na Jaemin, who likes to pretend to be staunch on things like laws and teenage innocence and waiting to do things until the government says you’re allowed to. You constantly forget that you’re not yet the drinking age, because no college student handing out drinks at a party ever gives a fuck about the fact that you’re legally not quite legal yet. No other college student besides the one standing in front of you.

“You’ll stunt your growth if you drink before you’re supposed to!”

To this you glance at the cup he’s holding, clearly half full of something, and nearly go to laugh and ask him what his excuse is since he’s barely 21 himself, but then you think of something funnier. Without really thinking about it you snatch the cup from his hand and hork it down. Your eyes are locked with his the entire time so you get to see his surprise grow into shock, then expand into disbelief as you chug, and chug, and chug.

There’s a lot of… some peach flavored crap in here, burning like murder all the way down, to the point that you’re more bewildered than smug when the cup is finally drained because, “Fuck, Na, what is that shit? Are you trying to black out?” 

“Language!” he hisses, genuinely startled for the first time you’ve seen in a long time, which makes you laugh, “And of course not because that wasn’t mine, you little brat! I was holding that for Somi!"

“Oh,” you reply, only mildly shifted by this news. Sorry, Som. Now you know it must be peach Schnapps. She loves Schnapps. “What, so you’re not drinking tonight at all? Are you DD?”

“No! I’m not drinking, and I’m offended that you don’t already know I hate the taste of alcohol. Mark, who may I remind you is in this room and would’ve just shit himself if he’d seen what you just did, is playing designated driver tonight! He’s…”

And as he glances towards the kitchen you follow his gaze. You’re expecting to see your brother, most likely laughing over something his friends are saying, maybe even trying to dance-battle someone if he's having a particularly good time. Instead you see your brother chatting up Jeon Soyeon. 

Jeon… Soyeon. Nabi Bar, Jeon Soyeon. Who you haven’t spoken to or even seen since that awful night in Gangnam.

And you nearly gasp in terror at the sight.

Jaemin doesn't finish his sentence, and you dart your eyes to him when you realize this. He doesn’t look very pleased by what he’s seeing either, though you’re guessing for an entirely different reason than the one that’s just made you go cold.

“What?” you ask a little too quickly. The front door opens, which should be your cue to look for who’s just come in, but you can’t tear your eyes from the sight of Soyeon and Mark. What the fuck? What the fuck? “Do they know each other?” 

“Know each other?” Jaemin scoffs. “Hard to quantify.”

It would be very, very bad for you if they knew each other. Very bad. If not already clear, Mark still had no clue you weren’t where you said you were on the night of Nabi Bar. If she happened to mention your involvement in that shity, shitty idea, you had no doubt that Mark would go all holier-than-thou on you in front of all these people, and that you’d probably have to dive off of the balcony to escape the reaming.

He doesn’t look particularly comfortable, near pressed up against kitchen island because Soyeon is so close to him, hand rubbing at the back of his neck in that way you’re well aware means he’s getting flustered; but you see him laugh at something she says in the next second, and it doesn’t seem like his fake laugh. Mark’s fake laugh is terrible, and even from a distance you can spot it like the flashing lights on an ambulance, a beacon of distress just the same. So he’s laughing for real, at something… Soyeon is saying?

But you hardly recall her being very funny. 

“What does that mean, hard to quantify? Do they have history?”

“Something like that,” he murmurs. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Anyway, I think Jeno is—”

“You never look at anyone with any kind of attitude, and just now you rolled your eyes at her.”

“I didn’t roll my eyes. I blinked. For a long time. Something in my eye. Dusty in here.”

“Somi has this place deep cleaned twice a week.”

He stares at you like he’s begging you to drop it. You stare back, unwilling. “You know, Na, the longer you stall, the more time that all this illegal alcohol in my blood has to make me more bold and reckless and unruly. If I don’t get an answer from you I might just go over there and ask her myself. How do they know each other?”

You’re bluffing, of course— there’s no way you’re about to go over there just to see what they’re talking about when you could safely squeeze that information out of Jaemin instead. In reality, you were only pressing because you wanted to know if they were close enough for Soyeon to know you and Mark were related. If not? Then perfect! You’d forget it all and be on your merry way, reverting back to your original plan of finding Jeno, because there’d be no chance Soyeon could spill the beans. 

But if Soyeon does know? You might have to leave this party a little earlier than scheduled. 

“You want the whole, grown-up truth?” Jaemin finally relents.

“Might I remind you for the hundredth time that I’m only a year younger than you?”

“A year and a half,” he acquiesces with a sigh, “And Jeon Soyeon may or may not have slept with your brother to get him to do their midterm project last year.”

It comes out like he’s reading the headline from a newspaper and you made the mistake of swallowing right before he opens his mouth, choking violently on your own spit. He pats you on the back as you hack and cough before continuing.

“None of us are really sure about exactly what really happened because Mark kind of shut down after, wouldn’t tell us anything. But it was pretty clear he liked her before. She’s kinda his type, you know?” 

Edgy, pretty, and fucking evil, yeah, after having to chase a few of them away in high school you’re well aware of his type! This was not what you wanted to know about when you asked if they were close! What the hell?

“He told us they’d gone all the way right before she asked him to do their entire music production project because she was too busy caring for her sick little sister. He, being the bleeding heart he is, pretty much refused to listen to us about how convenient the timing was; he even got mad when Chenle did some sleuthing and found out that Soyeon’s parents facebook, which was filled to the brim of photos of their family, didn’t have any trace of another kid in their midst besides her. Wouldn’t believe us until after the project was turned in, when he tried to meet up with her for weeks and she ghosted him every time.”

He frowns. “At the end of it, he wasn’t… It wasn’t good. He was pretty crushed.”

Now you regret chugging his drink for fun. Even before it you’d been feeling further than chill, pleasant and buzzing from your shots, well prepared for whatever hell was to arise with Jeno. Now you felt loose; too loose, fingertips tingling at your sides because of this news, heart pounding in your chest, body so warm from the alcohol that you felt like Jaemin would hiss if he’d laid a finger on your skin.

To play games with you, that’s one thing. But Soyeon has laid her hands on your brother?

“And, knowing all of that,” you say slowly, clearly, “You’re still letting him sit there and talk to her?”

“I want to kick her away,” Jaemin says flatly. “I’d be lying if I said I trust that girl as far as I can throw her. But it’s not really up to us to get involved.”

“Who is us?”

“His friends? I mean he was pretty clear when it happened that he did not want to talk about it—”

You bark a laugh, but there’s no humor to it at all. “So he can pout and gripe about the sanctity of discussing your problems with people, the embarrassing, the horrifying, but when it comes to him he gets to keep secrets? Forget how hypocritical that is, you guys are listening?”

Jaemin, finally, seems to catch the heat in your words. “Uh. He told… I mean, before you get all up in arms, she may be over there apologizing for all we know. Maybe she’s repenting.”

You both stare at her as she tips her head back in laughter, the salacious flirty kind where you’re more focused on being attractive than actually enjoying the joke, before she puts her hand on his chest in a, ‘Wow, you’re so funny, take me now,’ kind of way, leaning in to say something to him that she clearly doesn’t want anyone else to hear. Every hair on your body stands up when Mark doesn’t push her away.

He’s not seriously buying her shit again, is he? 

“Jaemin, are you willing to bet your life on that?”

“What?”

“Everything you just said about Soyeon. You know that for fact?”

“Well, no, Mark didn’t actually tell us about it so I can never be sure, but… but with what we could gather, it was pretty cut and dry. Chenle actually also found out she had a boyfriend at the same time she did all that stuff with Mark. We just couldn’t bear to tell him that after the fact, so we never… Hey, where—”

You’re sober enough to make it through the throng of people without stumbling, but not sober enough to fully anticipate what you’re really about to do. The goal is just to separate them, somehow, to get that harlot away from your brother, and then you’ll go and deal with Jeno. If people greet you as you pass you don’t hear or see it; all you can grasp is her, touching him, laughing with him, cheating, lying, people-using—

“Mark,” you nearly hiss, “I need to talk to you. Now.”

Mark jumps a foot in the air when you grab him but Soyeon, for some reason, doesn’t look surprised to see you in the slightest. She does, however, raise a sharp blonde eyebrow at your tone.

“What,” Mark splutters, “Right now?”

“Yeah,” Soyeon sighs, continuing to trail her eyes up and down Mark’s face instead of looking at you, “The grown-ups are talking, sweetheart. Can’t you give us a second?”

Mark turns back to the sensual softness of her voice like a moth to a flame, and you want to smack him. “No. Not a second now, not a second later, not a second tomorrow or forever. Now, Mark.”

And that was where you made the mistake that turned this whole night sour. Only when Soyeon realizes it’s her you have a problem with, catching on from the agitation in your tone that you’re not just here to bother Mark for fun, does she slide her unreadable gaze to you. 

“You know I haven’t seen you in a while, Little Lee.”

“For the better,” you mutter. “Seriously—”

“I was so surprised when Yuqi told me you two were related.” 

She’s talking to Mark but looking at you, eyes squinted a little, like someone analyzing a germ under a microscope. So she does know. Great. “I couldn’t believe that this girl was the same little star you used to tell me about when I met her. She’s grown up a lot, you know? Doesn’t take after you at all, Markie.”

“Soyeon,” you say again, “Let him go.”

“Why? So you can keep throwing your tantrum? Every time you open your mouth it gets harder and harder to see the resemblance. When you’re so…”

She doesn’t need to say it, and it’s honestly probably better that she didn’t, because you would’ve leapt at her if she’d gone as far as she’d been intending to dig with that comment. You’re aware you don’t resemble Mark, physically or otherwise— in accomplishment, in talent, in patience, in perfect unmarred reputation. You’re well fucking aware. 

“Soyeon,” Mark finally says, thankfully lurching a little in your direction like her evil witch's spell is finally wearing off, “I don’t think there’s any need for that, what the hell is going on? Do you two know each other?”

Soyeon opens her eyes comically wide. “You don’t know?”

And you feel Mark stop. What the hell are you doing, you want to scream. Why are you even pausing for this bullshit? Come on! But he doesn’t. He stands there and he stares at her, as if searching her face for any sign of truth, and Soyeon takes this as her cue.

“Little star is a big girl now! Her own fake ID, clinging along with her baby bottle to any club the adults want to go to, even catching her own ride home with any wasted guy that smiles in her direction! Don’t you live together? What a handful she must be if she can sneak out under your nose, Markie.”

The blood rushing in your ears makes it hard to tell if it’s only you that’s losing your hearing or if the rest of the people hanging around in the kitchen really have quieted to watch the rising altercation, but you don’t dare move your eyes from the girl to check. The baby bottle comment, outing your fake ID, all of that is rage inducing on its own— but it’s a cold, stomach twisting madness that grabs you when you latch on to the last part of what she’s just said. Catching your own ride home?

Was she referring to Yoobin?

Your fingers unfurl from Mark’s jacket.

“What do you mean, catch my own ride?”

Soyeon laughs. Under normal circumstances, it would be a pretty sound. “Did you think we didn’t see you leave? Blowing up our phones like there was some big emergency— We sent that guy out there to keep you the company you wanted so much, God, we got tired of babysitting you. You stopped calling and neither of you came back inside. What, cause your brother is here you’re going to try and soften it up now, huh? Tell us all you didn’t go home with that drunkard, when you love to tell people you’re no stranger to a bar?”

Yoobin, who grabbed you, touched you, tried to drive you home in his wasted state with clear intentions on what he wanted in return.

Yoobin, who Soyeon and Yuqi and their friends had sent, knowing you were panicked, knowing he made you uncomfortable, knowing you were looking for them.

Soyeon who stopped hearing from you and laughed it off. Soyeon who stopped hearing from you for days and didn’t bat an eye, knowing what she’d left you alone with.

Soyeon, who’s straight, pretty nose cracks under your fist in the same way Yoobin’s did, except this time you don’t run away when she screams and collapses and you realize what you’ve done. Except this time you hit her again— or you try to at least, lunging for her with your eyes ablaze, unsure what you’ll do when you get there but 100% sure it’ll hurt worse than a bloody fucking nose— but don’t quite get there, because someone has lifted you off the ground, two iron-bar arms wrapped like vices around your ribs, the worlds tightest back hug.

In your right mind you might’ve placed the sandalwood and the bergamot, or recognized the rolled up sleeves of his oversized button up, ivory and forest green, but as it stood—

As it stood, as you shouted and thrashed and fought, you only made out one thing.

Mark Lee, your own brother, helping Jeon Soyeon to her feet, two hands firm on her arms to hold her up; his surprised voice the last thing you hear before Lee Jeno hauls you out of that house.

“Wow, Soyeon. Is that true?”

(”Rockstar is going to wallop that girl,” Donghyuck mutters, staring at you like they all are from behind the pillar separating the kitchen from the living room, alerted to the worsening confrontation by a sheepish Jaemin.

“No she won’t," Jaemin tries, clearly feeling guilty, "She knows better than that.”

“She’s gone still. And I’ve never, ever seen her eyes that wide before.”

“That’s control. It’s restraint. She’s not going to hit her.”

Renjun, then, “If you really believe that then why do you look so nervous?”

“Her fist is balled up,” Jisung comments quietly.

“It’s restraint!”

“You weren’t there the day that she knocked the socks off of Park Gyubin, right? When he tried lifting her friend’s skirt up in the cafeteria?”

“She��” Jaemin glances at Donghyuck, “She’s tried to fight men before?”

“Tried to? I thought she was going to kill him. Y/N hit him so hard he had to get his retainer refitted. She’s got a right hook like her brothers. I bruise when she hits me, you know.”

Renjun again, “Why do you sound so proud of that?”

“She… Well, no, look, look! She let go of Mark. They have to be deescalating, she—”

“Does deescalating usually involve getting closer to the object of your anger?” Jisung asks.

“She—”

“Here it comes,” Chenle announces excitedly.

And then Jeno is across the room.)

Jeno realizes before you do that you’re not going back home tonight.

His apartment looks the same. Obviously. It’s only been three weeks since you were last here. Like before, Jeno doesn’t bother with the lights, kicking his shoes off in the entryway the same way, except this time you have two shoes of your own to place next to them instead of the sad and lonely single. Three weeks ago, but it feels like it’s only been a day or two since you did this whole song and dance; following him to the bathroom, sitting on the counter as he stoops under to rummage through his first-aid bin, gritting your teeth when he rubs your knuckles with the antiseptic, smiling weakly when he apologizes for the sting.

You’d cried in his car.

When Jeno carried you out of Somi’s apartment you thought the stinging in your eyes was just discombobulated rage. But when he set you down on your feet in the elevator and you began to come down from the adrenaline high, the burning just intensified as you understood what just happened. You’d only been able to keep the tears at bay until he told you to put your seatbelt on in his passenger seat and it all became too real. 

Though you’re not sober enough right now for it to feel like a problem yet, you know you’ll want to kill yourself tomorrow for allowing yourself to devolve in front of him like that no matter the circumstance. In the moment, you weren’t even entirely sure what you were crying about. Was it the craze of fury wearing off after punching Soyeon, and the jitters it left behind? Or the fact that even when Jeno was tugging you towards the elevator up there, you’d stood and waited for Mark to follow for nearly an entire minute, just for him to never come out? 

You’d like to chalk it up to adrenaline and inebriation, but deep down you knew exactly what it was that had your eyes brimming with those tears. 

He’d chosen Soyeon. The girl who’d lied to him, cheated with him, fucked him over for a grade and left you for dead on the streets of Gangnam, and he’d stayed in that house with her instead of coming out to check on you. And you weren’t really one to catastrophize, but how couldn’t that signal the definitive end of Mark putting up with your shit? The nail in the coffin of his patience with you?

You knew things had been rough lately with you moving in, the thread of butting heads over little things like curfews and the people you hung out with, but you hadn’t thought your relationship had deteriorated to the point that he’d ever… that he’d ever choose someone else. You’re his sister. No matter how mad he is, he’s supposed to choose you. 

But he didn't. And in Lee Jeno’s passenger seat, like a giant baby, you cried about it. 

In proper Y/N fashion the only thing that had chuffed you into sucking it all up and swallowing it into the depths of your soul never to be seen again, was Jeno’s building appearing on the horizon. The threat of him asking you if you’re alright and actually having to confront those feelings was terrifying enough to jar you out of your self pity.

But he hadn’t asked you about your red eyes. He hadn’t said anything, actually. He just tugged you out of the car and into the elevator. Herded you into his apartment. And tipped his head towards his bathroom just like before, except this time he was smiling. In the soft, polite kind of way that let you know he was well aware of what just transpired in his car, but was simply... letting it be.

(And you always knew Jeno was rather observant. But man, the thought behind that smile could’ve made you burst into tears all over again.)

On the counter, holding out your hand for the steps that would never come, you blinked back to the present when Jeno stopped at the healing salve. You’d been waiting for him to bust out the gauze again, already lamenting the next week of your life with the itchy fabric tight around your wrist, but all Jeno does is raise an eyebrow at you when you don’t hop off of the sink after he puts the kit away.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks.

You blink down at your hand, shiny with the balm, and then back up at him. “The rest of it.”

“The wrap? I didn’t think you needed it.”

“But that’s what you did last time I was here.”

“Because the last time you were here you didn’t know how to punch someone properly. It looked like you got her the right way this time. When I was tugging at that wrist in the elevator just now you hardly seemed to notice, when you could barely close your fist a few weeks ago.”

…Oh. Only as he mentions it do you roll your hand around in its socket, flexing your fingers under the bathroom light. Your knuckles look like shit, the newly forming bruises and angry skin, but it doesn’t actually ache like it did that night with Yoobin.

Well you’ll be damned. So straightening your wrist really does work.

“Oh,” you mumble. “I guess I don’t. Wasn’t really thinking about it.”

“Of course you weren’t. Probably thinking about what you wanted to eat, right?”

“What I— What?”

What you wanted to eat? When did you discuss that you were hungry?

“Heard your stomach grumbling in the car, so I’m assuming you haven’t eaten since before the competition. There’s a pizza place down the street that I think you’d like, a jajangmyeon shop too, but their delivery takes ages. It’s up to you.”

You stare at him, clearly not following. Jeno is relaying this to you like tonight was planned, as if it was always in the cards for you to be hanging out at his place tonight like a couple of pals, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, the perfect picture of normalcy. He thinks you’re going to be here long enough to eat? He’s not planning to have you shipped out of here in the next half hour?

But then you realize that there isn’t really another place for you to be shipped to. Mark’s apartment is… not really an option. The idea of going back there tonight almost makes your stomach roll, actually.

But if you don’t go back, that doesn’t leave much in the realm of locations to hide out at. Somi’s brother is coming home tonight, she’d squealed as much this morning, and considering how rare it is that he’s not busy in other countries you abhor the idea of intruding on their reunification. You don’t have many other friends here that you’re close enough with to just show up at their place at 10PM unannounced, not that you’d want to given that your little spat with Soyeon is probably all over everyones instagram stories right now, and is surely the only thing they’ll want to talk about.

You don’t have very many options right now. And Jeno probably knew that from the moment he decided to bring you here. 

“Thinking pretty hard over there,” Jeno hums, “for what is supposed to be a two choice question. Unless you don’t want either?”

“Pizza is… fine.”

“Just fine, or actually good? I can check to see if there’s any—”

“It’s good, Lee.”

He smiles like he’s got you in the bag, and then stands up straight. “I’ll order it then.”

You nod emptily and make moves to follow him out of the bathroom, right on his tail, which is why you nearly crash into him when he whirls back around to stop you. “Oh. Almost forgot.”

“What? Forgot what?"

But you only grow more confused when Jeno speeds off towards his room without replying. There’s a creak and a shuffle, doors opening and closing before Jeno returns with a bundle of fabric bunched up in his arms.

“Can’t imagine it’ll be very comfortable to hang out in that dress all night.” 

He holds out the mass; what appears to be a heather gray hoodie and black sweatpants that, even bunched up like this, still look miles too long for you. He sees you eyeing it and you fear he’s going to do something awful, like politely offer to go and get you something else as if he hasn’t already done a hundred other things for you tonight, so you quickly oblige. Once you relieve him of the pile he laughs, tells you he’s going to put the order in for the pizza, and closes the door on the way out.

You stand there unmoving for much too long, the heap of fabric clutched to your chest.

There’s so much to unpack. Being here again. The fact that he was supposed to break your heart today instead of doing all of... this. How casual he’s being about it all. The brother-slash-bestfriend shaped elephant in the room. The clothes.

But, for the sake of not collapsing under the weight of all of that turmoil, you decide to just focus on the latter; the most immediate and least heart wrenching of the bunch. His clothes. You’re going to wear his clothes. 

Yet another of your old dreams coming to fruition in this apartment. Lucky you.

Jeno is laying across the long part of the couch when you exit the bathroom, footsteps making no noise because you’re padding along on top of the ankle hems. He’s dressed differently too; gone is the jeans and the ivory button up, in its place a black long sleeve and navy blue sweatpants just like yours, except his actually fit. He’s texting furiously on his phone when you round the corner, eyebrows furrowed with something like irritation before he sees your looming figure in the corner of his eye and looks up.

"I put an X-Men movie into the DVD player," he announces, squinting back down to his screen, "Couldn't think of a better time than now to finally get into it, since you'll be here to explain all the things I don't understand..."

But he trails off as he stares at his phone, eyebrows furrowing at something before he frowns and stands up. The look is gone when you shuffle towards the couch and he looks up again, smiling at you like you like nothing is wrong, before he says, "I need to make a call though. Start the movie, yeah? I'll be back before things get interesting."

You stare at him. Probably shouldn't miss the opening scene if you really want to 'get into it', you nearly say. But you've been on this earth for long enough to recognize when someone wants a little privacy.

You want to ask if it's Mark. If he's the one Jeno had been messaging back so agitatedly just now. But the fear of it not being him, Jeno instead just trying to sort something out with like, a truant project partner or something, makes you stuff it down again. It'll just make you look even more pitiful.

"Sure. Most of the intro is fan service anyway."

He opens his mouth like he's about to say something else but then his phone starts to ring and he only smiles tightly at you instead. Then he's gone down the corridor, into his bedroom, and when the ringtone finally stops you can barely hear his voice much less make out what he's saying. Hm.

A different day and you might've snuck off after him to eavesdrop just to see for yourself. But after tonight?

You simply watch him go, and then tumble onto his couch with the exhaustion of someone who's just run up and down the building a dozen times.

You don't even have the strength to reach over for the TV remote; you just lay there and revel in the softness of the cushions, and at how tired you suddenly feel. Rehearsal all morning, giving it your all on stage, the energy-leeching atmosphere of a house party, the alcohol sagging through your veins. Not to mention the emotional confusion. Crying always takes it out of you.

So it's no wonder that you forgo turning the movie on to just take a moment to breathe in the pleasantly dark living room, closing your eyes for what you intended to be a brief second, just to gather the last bits of your patience and sanity for the night ahead... only to fall victim to what happens to most people when they say they're just resting their eyes.

You fall asleep. 

At least for a little while, you do. A brief, dreamless, blissful unconsciousness.

It’s so blissful in fact, that when you’re startled back to life by a knock at the front door a few minutes later— blinking the haze out of your eyes and seeing Jeno’s ceiling instead of your own, understanding with a sinking hopelessness that you’re not waking from a nightmare, that all of tonight has really happened— the dread is almost crushing when it all comes back.

But there isn't even any time to mourn. Because you realize that if someone's just knocked on the door, like the good homeowner he is, Jeno will be out here any second now to open it. He'll come out here and he'll see you and you'll be sucked right back into that nightmare, pretending like everything is fine when you both know that tonight was supposed to go so, so differently. Sitting next to each other and eating next to each other and attempting small talk for the sake of keeping things civil until you can escape this place in ten hours.

The idea almost gives you hives. You can't do it. You can't. There has to be another way. What if you make something up? A sore throat? A sudden headache?

But there's no time to think of anything fancy because in the next second Jeno's bedroom door clicks open down the hall, and panic flies up in your throat.

So you do the only think you can fathom. Before he can come around the corner and see you freaking out, you fling yourself back over and pretend to still be dead asleep.

As foolish as you immediately feel, it must work at least a little bit; you hear him come into the living room, hesitate, and then continue on past the couch on lighter steps as if worried about making too much noise. You even steady your breathing when he’s opening the door for the pizza guy— smooth inhale, smooth exhale, spaced just far enough to replicate what someone sounds like when they’ve been out for a while.

Shit. Will this actually work?

When he closes the door and the room falls to silence your heart picks up a little bit. What is he doing? Is he staring at you, trying to see if you’re faking?

Is he wondering if he should wake you up to eat? Oh, God! What if—

“Are you up?” he whispers. And you almost choke trying to swallow down the instinctual response that rises in your throat.

With surprisingly great effort, you do nothing. Say nothing. You don’t even stir. You just pray to whatever God is out there that Jeno will take the hint, eat his pizza at the kitchen island, leave you out here and go to bed. You get excited when you hear his steps again and think he’s going to pass the couch straight, but of course a second later you feel the couch dip somewhere off behind your back and you nearly curse.

“Guess not,” Jeno mumbles. "I forgot that you knock out so easily."

A few more seconds of what feels like an endless quiet, only his shuffling making sound; through your squeezed-shut eyes you see the light of the TV flicker like he’s just changed the channel, and with it you hear what must be the intro to a gameshow or something— excited chatter, ringing bells, audience cheers. But the volume is turned down so low that it feels like the show is playing in another room. Is he keeping the volume low because of you?

Is he… going to stay out here? 

“So you won’t mind if I think out loud,” he says suddenly, and your eyes nearly fly open in surprise. What? 

But he sounds serious. “Like a test run, almost. For what I wanted to talk about earlier at Aegon. Since I still don’t really know what the hell I’m going to say even after losing sleep over it all week, and I know you’ll try to stop me if you’re awake. I should just try it now, right?”

Try it... now?

Your fake deep-breathing almost hitches in panic when you realize what he’s getting at. Sweet God, please, no. What he wanted to talk about earlier? He wants to get into that now?

“Jaemin scolded me for springing it on you like that after your showcase, by the way. I didn’t realize that I might’ve cornered you until later and I’m sorry about that. I just really, really wanted to talk. Because I didn’t before, and everything got all…” he sighs, heavily. “I’m thankful that you told me to get lost earlier, because I think I can explain it better, like this. I can start from the beginning. I know how thorough you are about things like this.”

You hear the beep of a digital watch somewhere in his house as your face scrunches up in confusion. It's officially midnight, if the watch is making noise to denote the hour, but the realization of the time only comes second to the slow bewilderment slipping through your gloom.

From the beginning? The beginning of what? What the hell does any of that have to do with firmly rejecting you?

“Before we met, because of the way Mark talked about you, I had this idea in my head that you’d be some sort of perfect, flawless angel. That you’d be a little version of him; neat and proper and just a little bit naive, too nice for your own good. A rule follower.”

He laughs at this, a genuine laugh at the memory, and your frown deepens in embarrassment. “Then I actually laid my own eyes on you for the first time, and I realized I couldn’t have been more off.”

You remember it clearly, the first time you’d made a fool out of yourself in front of him and the rest of Mark’s friends. Fourteen years old, running inside the house after walking home from class with your own crew; you’d completely forgotten that you were supposed to bring your skateboard and a change of clothes to school because you all planned to ride around the park that day, the first warm afternoon after a mushy spring, and they said if you didn’t come back out in sixty seconds or less they’d leave you in the dust. So you stormed into the house, past the living room with all of them in it without even a glance or greeting since you hadn’t realized it wasn’t just your brother in there, hurled off your uniform in favor of your outfit staples at the time— an oversized tee that you stole from Mark, hand-me-down cargo shorts that also came from your brother’s closet, and your most cherished possessions: a Yankees baseball cap and your beat-up blue Nikes. 

But you couldn’t find your skateboard and the clock was running out, so you howled down the staircase, “If you moved my skateboard again from where I put it I’m going to kill you in your sleep!” only for Mark to shout back up, “It’s a tripping hazard! It’s in the hallway closet! And aren’t you grounded right now? Where are you even going? Does mom know?”

You hadn’t replied. Just snatched the board from where he said he’d stashed it, barreled back down the stairs, and was fully preparing to toss your brother some half-assed explanation, but then you’d seen him. Seen them. Mark’s new school friends, all lounging on your living room couch, staring at you as if you’d come into the room with a bomb. Lee Jeno (who’s name you’d only later find out) appeared the most stunned by your tornado-like appearance. 

You could only imagine what they were seeing. Some rowdy tomboy, technically on house arrest but running out to wreak havoc on the town regardless, threatening to kill people in their sleep for tidying up. Exaggerated, obviously, but you remember being mortified halfway to Sunday by how cute they all were and that this was their first introduction to you— and in that mortification, sprinting out of the house without telling your brother anything at all.

You’d gotten a good scolding for that later.

“And it’s going to sound kind of stupid,” Jeno continues, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think you heard the smile in his voice, “But because of that, I got this idea in my head that Mark must’ve only been seeing you through those rose-tinted glasses. The type every older brother has for every younger sister, the ones that make everything they do look cute and miraculous and perfect even if they’re clearly evil to everyone else. Not saying I thought you were secretly some sort of demon or anything either, ‘cause I know you’d roll your eyes at me right now if you could. Just that the girl I saw that day was nowhere near the delicate little thing he’d described. And I got... curious. I started wondering what you were actually like.”

Your face is getting hot again. You’ve never, ever heard him speak this much in one sitting, and the idea of him ever paying this much attention to you is mind boggling. But you don’t let yourself lean into whatever feeling of hope is whistling through your head. 

So what if he made a game out of trying to separate your real traits from the things Mark got wrong about you six years ago? Sometimes you liked to make up season-long dramas about strangers you saw on campus. It doesn’t mean anything now. 

You want to scrunch into a ball. You aren’t sure how much more of this monologue you can handle, even despite the consequences of rolling over and breaking the facade just to get him to stop. The heat in your face is spreading to your neck, your stomach, every inch of your skin, it’s making your stomach churn with discomfort. 

“But then the next year you came to our school,” Jeno says with finality, like this is supposed to be some important distinction. “And it stopped being as casual of an interest. The months went by and at some point I stopped looking for you just to see if you were doing something Mark didn’t know about, and started looking for you just because I wanted to know what you were doing. We’d come over for movie night and while Hyuck and Jae argued for hours about what they did and didn’t want to watch, I’d be wondering if I’d get to see you. You probably won’t remember this, but one of those nights I even ordered an extra curry bowl just so I’d have an excuse to knock on your door to tell you about it. And I thought that was a normal thing to do.” 

Jesus Christ. Do you remember? Of course you remember! You’d been reading at your desk with your headphones in, which meant Jeno had to come all the way into your room to get your attention— tapping the side of your earbud with two gentle fingers, laughing all crescent-eyed at you when you yelped in surprise. The sight of him in your room for the first time was like a grenade going off in your tweenaged mind; you’d had to calm down for nearly an entire minute before going downstairs to get your food.

“I thought it was just Mark rubbing off on me. He cared so much about you that I thought my sudden interest was simply overprotection by relation— that he was the reason why I couldn’t stop looking for you. ‘Cause in my mind it couldn't be anything else but brotherly. Mark was pretty clear about what he thought of the people that liked you so I knew it couldn’t be that; I wasn’t stupid enough to let myself be interested in you like that. Right?” 

He laughs again, but it doesn’t sound nearly as sweet this time. “I’m rambling, huh?”

Yes, you are. You are. 

“I’ll cut to the ending then,” he replies like he’s read your mind. “I realized I did in fact ‘like you like that’, at our graduation.”

And your eyes pop open. It’s completely involuntary, and if you’d been facing him you would have been screwed. But you’re still looking deep into the cushions of the black couch; wide eyes staring into a deep, dark, nothing.

“I hid behind that brotherly excuse for three years. My eyes followed you in the hallway because I wanted to make sure you were okay like Mark would’ve wanted me to. I offered to drive you home from school when he was busy because that’s what Mark would’ve asked me to do anyway. Everything I wanted to do I told myself I was doing because I was just a good friend. You know?” A beat passes before he hums to himself. “But I guess you don’t, actually. Because you liked me authentically, like you do with everything. The night of our graduation, the backyard barbecue your parents threw for us. You remember that, right?”

Duh. You’d bawled your eyes out on the front porch halfway through because only then did it fully sink in that they’d all be leaving you behind, these losers you swore you didn’t even like, before wiping your face and moodily rejoining the celebration.

“Jaemin and Donghyuck were having fun like it was their last day on earth. Even Mark didn’t seem too worried about the fact that we’d be leaving our whole lives behind in a few weeks when we drove off to SNU. I asked him if he was going to miss anything and he listed a dozen things, the friends of ours that were going to different colleges, his parents cooking, his backyard, his bedroom, his electric keyboard. And I remember feeling frozen when he didn’t mention you. In hindsight I know that it was probably because he’d still be coming back home every break, and you had a whole year of high school to finish so it wasn’t like you were going anywhere, but at the moment I felt like someone just yanked the blanket off of me. Three years of pretending and it only took one conversation for it to smash through all of that and hit me like a truck. If Mark isn’t worried about it, why the hell has the idea of leaving you here been haunting me for the last week and a half?”

Oh.

“It was then, I think. That I went, ‘Ah. So this hasn’t all been because of Mark, then,’ and everything I’d ever done under the guise of brotherly obligation popped into context all at once. And as if it wasn’t enough being in my own head, I was still in the middle of talking to Mark as I realized that not only did I like you more than I’d ever liked anyone— I was looking directly at the person who would surely strangle me to death if he ever found out that I liked you more than I’d ever liked anyone. So I pretended it never happened. I said ‘yeah, me too,’ the party ended, I went home, the summer went on, and before I knew it I was on campus and had a million other things to worry about. I saw how well you seemed to be doing when Mark would show me your Instagram posts, how much fun you were having, and I let that make me feel better about being such a coward. Over time, without you around, I convinced myself that things were better like this. That it never would have worked out anyway.”

There’s a moment of silence so utterly long that for a moment you genuinely think that this is going to be it. That he’s going to have said all of that and just… sighed, gotten up, and gone to sleep, leaving you alone to be in misery over what you’ve just heard until morning.

But that’s not it. He’s got a few more words for you. The worst of them all. A string of syllables at first, ones that instantly shatter every bit of emotional resistance you’ve built for yourself these last few days— and then a sentence that has your blood turning to ice in your veins when you realize what it means.

“But then you came back to Seoul,” Jeno started simply, “And a lot of things I thought I knew for sure don’t feel quite as concrete anymore.”

You inhaled. 

You exhaled. 

And tried to understand what the fuck that last part was supposed to mean.

But then before you could he continued on, his voice soft, casual, innocent. Too innocent. “Like how I used to be sure that you snored when you were sleeping,” he murmured. “Has it been so long that I've forgotten? Or are you not actually asleep, Rockstar?”

[♥︎]: and there it is, folks! please leave a like if you enjoyed! it REALLY gives me the motivation to work on this faster!

[mins-fins]

NCT LIBRARY [ 💌 ] !

💌 NCT 127 ꜜ

nothing here yet..

💌 JOHNNY SUH

nothing here yet..

💌 LEE TAEYONG

the course of true love — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 NAKAMOTO YUTA

nothing here yet..

💌 KIM DOYOUNG

from little wave — (drabble)

💌 JEONG JAEHYUN

meat grinder — (drabble)

💌 KIM JUNGWOO

nothing here yet..

💌 NCT DREAM ꜜ

nothing here yet..

💌 MARK LEE

darlin' — (drabble) angel eyes — (long fic) self control — (drabble) something — (drabble) this is your day — (drabble) remember summer days — (long fic) the cure — (drabble) pearls — (drabble) 20:20 pm — (timestamp) endless nameless — (smau series) there's nothing left for you — (drabble)

💌 HUANG RENJUN

daydream — (drabble) 247 — (drabble) new years day — (long fic) two slow dancers — (drabble) bygone days — (drabble)

💌 LEE JENO

âme sœur — (long fic) 23:16 pm — (timestamp) 119 — (drabble) 21:29 pm — (timestamp) operation ἐκλείπω (long fic; work in progress)

💌 LEE DONGHYUCK

something — (drabble) hell in heaven (series; ongoing) bring it back — (drabble) where do we go — (drabble) 02:09 am — (timestamp) 06:10 am — (timestamp) june 20th — (drabble) missa solemnis — (drabble) should've been me — (drabble) boyfriend texts — (smau oneshot) star — (drabble) haunted — (drabble)

💌 NA JAEMIN

hey jane — (drabble) everything is romantic — (drabble) feel like a fool — (drabble) hold me tight — (drabble) sound of rain — (drabble) can't take my eyes off of you — (drabble) junie — (drabble) you have one new voicemail from! — (oneshot) 00:17 am — (timestamp)

💌 ZHONG CHENLE

a day for love — (long fic) audere est facere — (long fic) unapologetically in love — (smau oneshot) you have one new voicemail from! — (oneshot)

💌 PARK JISUNG

buzzfeed unsolved — (smau series; ongoing) orbit of yours — (long fic) sincerely, a lovestruck fool — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 WAYV ꜜ

nothing here yet..

💌 QIAN KUN

heart attack — (drabble)

💌 TEN LEE

boyfriend texts — (smau oneshot) closure — (drabble) parenting chronicles — (long fic; work in progress) not now kitty cat! — (smau; work in progress)

💌 DONG SICHENG

pareidolia — (drabble)

💌 XIAO DEJUN

buttercup — (smau series; work in progress) dal segno — (drabble) all flights are delayed — (long fic) r.i.p 2 my youth! — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 HUANG GUANHENG

dancing swords — (long fic; work in progress) r.i.p 2 my youth! — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 LIU YANGYANG

01:09 am — (timestamp) perfect moment — (smau series; work in progress) space science — (drabble) delicate — (drabble; work in progress) r.i.p 2 my youth! (long fic; work in progress)

💌 NCT WISH ꜜ

nothing here yet..

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Body Language || @badalivie💕✅

↳ You and Donghyuck have been dance partners for the past 6 years. When he gets into an accident that costs him a competition and substitutes himself with another dancer, he realizes he’s not so open at all to having you dance with someone else, especially having their hands in the places he considered his.

Forget Him || @smileysuh🔞💕✅💯

↳ “What if… what if I helped you out a little?” His words hang in the air, and your room feels thick with tension. You’re acutely aware of the toy still pressed between your thighs. “Look,” Hyuck says, voice softer, “I hate seeing you cry- but seeing you cry about something good might make us both feel better.”

Getting Even || @ofjunemoment🔞💕✅💯💯 (pt.2)

↳ Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.

Inseparable Friend || @lovesuhng💕💔✅💯

↳ johnny was your best friend and platonic love during his high school days, but he left without even saying goodbye. 10 years later, you meet again at the class of 2013 reunion. do you still feel the same way about your former best friend? how about giving him another chance?

Operation Rizz || @acescavern💕✅

↳ In an attempt to teach Donghyuck how to get a girlfriend, Jaemin helps him make a list only... that list seems awfully familiar.

34 + 35 || @karinasbaby🔞✅

↳ in which jaemin decides to finally return back home after spending an entire day at practice (with a surprise).

Glitter || @kyufessions💕✅

↳ you walk in on your daughter giving your fiancé a makeover

Good Morning, Baby || @daydreamingyuta💕✅

↳ waking up with boyfriend!mark

The Bottom || @donkey-hyuck💕💔✅💯

↳ getting into a relationship when you were at the lowest point of your life dragged you down to the bottom. but it dragged the ones you loved as well.

(♥️) || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ (dilf!johnny next door is a sin. a wonderful 6 foot sin.)

Animal Instinct || @onyourhyuck🔞💕🔄💯

↳ You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

Cookie Jar || @neopuppy🔞✅

↳ (there wasnt a definite summary, but i dont really read any stepcest au's....however....this one...casually...slipped....in. PSA if you arent comfortable with reading any like stepcest type of fics, then this might not be for you, BUT if you dont mind reading one stepcest fic once in a while, then...i recommend you casually...read this one.)

Do You like It, Dr. Lee? || @revehae🔞✅💯💯

↳ haechan, jaemin, and jeno are some of the brightest, most accomplished students in your class that never fail to make high marks on the exams. but when they approach you one day in your office, your perspective of them changes dramatically. (oh heaven have mercy istfg)

Mark Me In Your Heart || @ohmytyong🔞💔✅

↳ when a sensitive and broken heart meets another one of the same nature, their instinctive reaction is to seek comfort in each other, and in order to heal themselves, they both need to be equally strong and willing to put all their broken pieces back together. but sometimes, some hearts aren’t strong enough to be saved; the only way to save them is if the stronger heart of the two is willing to take the risk and try for the both of them, whatever it takes.

Neighbor || @jaehyunssi💕✅

↳ after breaking up with your boyfriend, you spent hours crying in the middle of the night. your loud and nonstop cries made mark knocks your door to find out what’s going on

Persimmon Problems || @starsstuddedsky💕💔✅

↳ fantasy crushes are all fun and games until it stops being a fantasy and he’s really talking to you. but what are you supposed to do when he invades every part of your life?

Ric Flair Drip || @jnnul🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ HONESTLY, NOTHING ABOUT JUNG JAEHYUN IS REMOTELY APPEALING TO YOU. you hate the perfect boy act he puts on, you hate his need to impress everyone and everything, and you really fucking hated his dick.

Shoplifter || @augustinbluex🔞✅

↳ when you got caught stealing in a sex shop, you thought you'd earn another lecture from your stepdad. however, the lesson was not what you’d excepted

NCT Dream Texts || @nctstar💕💔✅

↳ you overhear them say you're clingy

NCT Dream Texts || @marklease💕✅

↳ dreamies texting that you forgot something at their place

NCT Dream Texts || @marklease💕✅

↳ throwing up in their car after a date (stop, jisung would be the one to sympathy gag with you, i cant. where is the lie to that)

NCT Dream Texts || @xrenjunniesx💕✅

↳ when you get lost (as someone who sucks with like maps and following/reading maps i can relate.)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[snowball-doie]

perv!nct dream

Who are the ones who secretly love being a sub but don't admit it? Every time they see her, their minds constantly go to immoral thoughts.

is she holding something? they'll think of their own d!cks between those fingers.

that kind of

I feel like all of them have that dawg in them. If we’re being honest, besides Renjun, I view most of 7dream as switches- even though my poly!7dream universe has more defined roles than that. But I digress. Jeno’s my secret sub 😏 That man wants his hair pulled, he likes to be called puppy, and the day I get my hands on a breeding strap it is OVER for that man ong lmaooo…..

But then we wanna talk about secret pervs?? Mark Lee. Ohhhhh that man could do the craziest shit if he just allowed himself to. I think he secretly sneaks into Sooah’s room (or even one of the boys’ tbh) and he gets all shy when he pulls a pair of underwear from her hamper and pockets it. He’s so embarrassed. He knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s weird. They’re dating, they live together, they fuck on the regular… there’s no reason to be stealing underwear just to run back to his room and stare at them as he jerks off— Or even put the underwear on his dick as he jerks off and cums on them… but he does it anyhow…. “Have you guys seen my pink panties? I need to pack them for my trip with Chenle this weekend.” Mark drops his spoon into his cereal and chokes on his food as he remembers that he left her cum-stained panties in his underwear drawer because he was waiting for the right time to sneak them into the laundry without anyone noticing. “No-no…” he croaks, “Haven’t seen them…”

Jaemin’s a big perv too. He likes to feel people up randomly after he stares at them wayyyyy too long. If one of the boys is just walking around doing chores, Jaemin’ll sit on the couch, his wingspan sprawled out along the backboard, his legs crossed, and his tongue drifting back and forth over his bottom lip as he watches silently. He likes seeing Jisung, Renjun, and Sooah bend over for things. He’ll watch them do it the first couple of times. But once he can’t handle himself anymore, he’ll sneak up suddenly and press up against them— He loves hearing that surprised gasp fall from their lips as their body falters before they realize what’s going on and stand up straight to push him away. “Perv.” “Yeah, I am.” And a perv like him pushes them against the wall and holds them still as he kisses them passionately. He likes watching Jeno work out… and he likes sitting on Jeno’s lap when he’s lifting weights. He fucking LOVES it when Chenle feels him up on stage……

Chenle’s a fucking exhibitionist when it comes to his perversions. The way he stares at Jaemin all the time doesn’t go unnoticed by fans— In fact they eat up the way Chenle grabs Jaemin’s muscles and pulls up his shirt to reveal his abs and flirts on stage. But to Chenle and Jaemin, it’s like a game. Chenle’s trying to see how much he can get away with, what Jaemin’s breaking point is, what gets him all flustered and embarrassed. Meanwhile, Jaemin loves feeling Chenle’s hands on him in front of so many people. All those times Chenle grabs Jaemin’s arms during outfit changes, and there was only one show where during Mark’s ment, Jaemin pushed with headset mic to the side so he could whisper into Chenle’s ear, “If you touch me like that one more time, I’m going to bend you over the green room couch and fuck you while everyone watches.” Chenle loses the very game he started. Jaemin grins because Chenle is a BRIGHT shade of red, and all he can do is pray his dancer belt is hiding his erection a little bit……… “Tag, you’re it,” Chenle teases during Broken Melodies when he runs up to Jaemin and grabs his muscles again before running off. Andddddd he sealed his fate.

[ruwriteshours]

NCT SECTION. ౨ৎ˚⟡.•

✰ MARK LEE

one shot #1: Worth a lie

summary: Always wallowing yourself in self-pity, you start to doubt yourself and you think it's time to end your relationship with Mark with a lie. He'll have no choice but to move on from you. It will work...

✰ HUANG RENJUN

nothing yet...

✰ LEE HAECHAN

one shot #1: Prove my love (M)

summary: Being used to second choice, what difference does it make when Haechan were to confess. You would be second choice to him too anyways... right?

✰ LEE JENO

series #1: Monsters in my room (M) Pt. I

summary: You didn't know your usual habits would become a huge significant part of your life. With little memories of your past, you are forced to remember to find your missing mother with the help of Jeno, an immortal.

drabble #1: My priority

summary: Giving Jeno the taste of his own medicine when he decided to ignore you for his game.

✰ NA JAEMIN

drabble #1: Where were you? (M)

summary: Your sweet loving boyfriend is always by your side during your bad days. What if one day, he can't be there for one of your worst?

✰ ZHONG CHENLE

nothing yet...

✰ PARK JISUNG

series #1: Chasing pavements (M) Pt. I | Pt. II

summary: In which jisung's derived thoughts leads him to an unlikely arrangement with chenle's sister, where he fucks up (quite literally) when he realises how deep in the feels he has for the girl he is suppose to show disinterest to, in honour of 'BRO CODE'.

✰ OT7

Reaction #1: Running away after confessing to them

✰ MOON TAEIL

nothing yet...

✰ JOHNNY SUH

nothing yet...

✰ LEE TAEYONG

nothing yet...

✰NAKAMATO YUTA

nothing yet...

✰ KIM DOYOUNG

nothing yet...

✰ JUNG JAEHYUN

nothing yet...

✰ KIM JUNGWOO

one shot #1: Room service 101 (M)

summary: You have had enough of the hellhole that is your workplace, opting to leave and book a hotel to get some nice relaxation. Little did you know, that you would soon find a different kind of comfort when your eyes are set on a handsome hotel worker...

✰ OT10

HIT THE BLOCK SERIES: Preview

summary: It seems as if the group can't catch a break; from having those five seconds of fame, to illegal money lendings to financial issues and now... they're studio is destroyed! Someone is out to get them and they're going to make sure that they'll get those bastards, along with making a name for themselves again... by signing a contract to become ballet teachers? Oh boy, how they've officially lost it.

or in other words,

a group of unprofessional dancers tries to manage a ballet class... who would've thought that it will somehow backfires?

coming soon...

©ruwriteshours

[everything-fine-n-peachy]

chrysalis (l.jn) pt. 1

pairings: lee jeno x reader genre: angst (read: longing, so much longing) summary: arts high school au where dance major jeno works with creative writing major y/n for his senior recital. she falls first but he falls harder

You almost regret falling for Jeno. Almost. 

No matter how many times you try and scold yourself, it always works for a little while until you feel breathless from laughter at his jokes, light-headed from being under his gaze, and warm from the smile he would give you every time he executed the story into choreography, and for a few moments you think, you can’t regret something beautiful like that not even when you knew this was all fleeting. 

You remember your professor’s quirky expression before he assigned you to work on the project. 

“the story needs a little fixing here and there for the stage, but I think this is right up your alley,” your professor explained as he handed you the manuscript.

“Chrysalis?” you asked. “Like being in a cocoon?” 

“It’s a bit dark though, morbid if we’re stretching it and,” he paused for a second, “well, just don’t get too caught up with Jeno.” 

For all the opinions the entire campus had about Jeno being cold, too serious, and careless about other people’s emotions, you think, he was so much more than the Casanova archetype that everyone was projecting onto him. 

Watching him make the studio his playground, soft movements, slow tempo, then all at once fiery, intense, and swift, you discover this man is as much an oxymoron as his carefully curated piece. He was driven and relentless for sure, but he was also very considerate to the younger dancers on his team, polite to the staff, and very much kind to you. 

The more you got to know him, the more he let bits of himself slip into the conversation. Suddenly you know about his pet cats, the chocolate stash he has hidden under his bunk, and even his guilty pleasure, gaming. Later on, he’s talking about how he adores his mom’s cooking and how he dreams of being able to see the world and perform everywhere. 

And so you find yourself spending more time at the dance studio, preferring to work on your own final project there and staying late after rehearsals were done to watch Jeno polish his jumps. 

Much like today, you relish in the quietness of the moment. You’d like to think nothing else mattered. Not your feelings, not graduation, not anything. Just laying next to Jeno.  You close your eyes and take a big breath. You feel the hardwood floor beneath your back and the breeze on your face from the open windows. 

“Hey, did I lose you?” 

You turn your head slowly, opening your eyes only to find him already staring back. His index finger finds its way to your open palm right next to his, tracing circles on them, an unconscious habit he’s formed in the past months you’ve been working together. Jeno begins to say something but you’re already looking away so the words die in his mouth.

“Nope, I just realized that your final recital’s in a week,” you answer with a tiny smile. You feel the excitement in the way his eyes crinkle at you. The way he visibly squares his shoulders with a knowing smirk. 

“Are you proud of me?” he says playfully, shifting his body weight off the floor with his arm supporting him as he half hovers above you. “Say you’re proud of me.” 

Your head shakes in disbelief and try not to look too long into those deep pools of black because the last time you did, you almost did something really stupid. Almost. 

You chuckle making it a point to push him away, sitting up with your legs crossed. “Of course I’m proud, I mean you’ve worked hard.” 

“It’s your story though, I’m just in it.”  You turn at the sound of his voice, looking back at him still splayed on the floor with his arms cushioning his head. 

“This is literally your thesis, Jeno. I just helped you write the stage play.” Smiling, you reach over to boop at his nose. Unexpectedly he catches your wrist before you can pull away. You aren’t sure what to make of the way he’s looking at you, only that it makes your heart beat a little faster than it was a second ago.

You think it’s ironic, the way your penchant for finding meaning in the most mundane of things is what brought you to Jeno and yet it's the very same thing that keeps you in a loop of suffering.

Ever since you were a child, you’d made a home for yourself within the bedtime stories your mother used to tell you, falling in love with secret worlds and strange creatures. And so you grow up to build yourself your own realm of metaphors, stanzas, and rhythm, content to be whoever you wanted to be and go where you wanted to go, at least in your story. 

You never expect to meet a lonely prince on top of a mountain, the world at his feet. His kingdom, a campus full of pretentious teenagers, too dumb for their own good, who were either afraid of him or in so much awe they forget that he’s only a boy. It’s quiet and the silence is heavy with something yet to be spoken of. You watch him rub patterns on your wrist with his thumb. He closes his eyes and a contented sigh escapes his lips. You can’t deny the number of times you’ve wanted to just give in to the inexplicable pull you felt, to just lean in and kiss Jeno. For the umpteenth time, you find your body moving on its own accord and you jolt your head back, whiplash taking over. 

“It’s getting late,” you murmur, pulling away. Jeno blinks, confused at your suddenly icy tone. 

This is nuts, you think. You almost did it again. Hastily, you stuff your belongings into your bag, eager to put a healthy amount of distance between you and the boy who made your chest feel like it was about to explode. 

Maybe if he wasn’t receiving offers from schools so far away, you’d actually give this a chance. But you knew better than to kid yourself into thinking that you were part of Jeno’s world. His was a realm of glittering lights and roaring crowds. You were just part of the chorus of applause. 

You feel Jeno, instead of hearing him approach. The warmth behind you feels like a siren’s call. And so you try to distract yourself.

“I just remembered that I need to talk to Mr. Kim about…” you huff in exertion trying to pack your things as fast as possible. “The senior book launch is also in a week and-” 

Before you know it Jeno pulls you in, to face him. You’re too shocked to register what just happened. Your mouth hangs agape but before you can even say anything Jeno is the first to break the ice. 

“Why do you always pull away?” you feel his palm coming up to gently caress your cheek and feel the urge to smoothen the frown that’s formed on his regrettably handsome face. It’s a mistake to meet his gaze because when you do, you realize they’re expectant of something you don’t know or rather, are too afraid to actually name. 

You close your eyes instead, trying to at least regain some rationality. Jeno breathes out an exasperated sigh before leaning his forehead against yours. His scent, a mix of mint and Jeno, inevitably fills your lungs with the proximity. You feel yourself relent a little, leaning into his touch wanting so badly to just stay this way for a little longer. 

Everything about this boy was tempting. The crescents staring back at you when he was laying his head on your lap in between rehearsals, the way he was so attentive to your input during the entire process and the feel of his hands on your waist as he taught you certain parts of the choreography, insisting it was part of the creative exchange. 

You find yourself glancing at his mouth, transfixed by the way he runs his tongue against his lips. He stares back at you with hooded eyes and you’re about to close the distance when a shrill yell from the outside douses you like cold water from an ice bucket and you quickly extract yourself from Jeno. 

You grab the last of your things, not even bothering to put them inside your bag before heading for the exit. “I have to go,” you mutter before walking past him.

Jaemin smiles at you, clueless about the exchange that just took place seconds ago. He greets Jeno with a big bright hello which dies in his throat as soon as he sees how crestfallen his best friend looks.

But you don’t have time to think about that. You’re already running out of the studio, thoughts churning at the rate of light speed. You had almost kissed Jeno. Almost.

[roroswitherose]

HAD ME @ HELLO! - lee Heeseung

SYNOPSIS: verse’s school of arts, a very popular and hard to get into academy, holds a dance competition a few weeks before the start of the new school year. the prize being a free scholarship to the arts academy. enhypen, a popular dance crew signs up, and they win. Heeseung watches as his captain Jungwon bumps into a girl while he was celebrating and heeseung immediately feels drawn to her. 

It's weeks later and school is about to start and Heeseung still can't get the pretty girl out of his mind. After his first day, he checks his phone and sees the enhypen group chat blowing up, and the last thing he expects to see was the pretty girl going viral…for being Jungwon’s ‘sister.’ 

PAIRINGS: dancer! lee heeseung x dancer! female! oc 

GENRE: smau with written chapters, fluff, humor, small bit of angst, college au, dancer au, strangers to lovers, dance crews, 

FEATURING: all of enhypen, mark jeno jisung & haechan (nct dream) yeji chaeryeong (itzy) soul (p1h) wooyoung (ateez) seulgi (red velvet) chaeyeon, more as the story progresses. 

WARNINGS: cursing, some kms/kys jokes and the stupid twt humor, kissing, mentions of alcohol, characters maybe ooc, inappropriate jokes, heeseung is in love with oc and ofc is kinda oblivious, wooyoung gets teased a lot but he’s loved, I will add warnings at the start of each chapter. also ages will be changed.

STATUS: ongoing! I’ll update whenever i get the chance, started = June 29th

ROROS NOTES: hello! omg this is my first smau ever, and I’m kinda nervous because I still don’t know what I’m doing ☺, so please bear with me. this is a work of fiction, and all the characters are not in any way connected with their actual selves, I do not ship these idols irl, this is simply just for my fic. also! lowercase is intended! Please ignore the time stamps! I hope you guys enjoy this, comment if you would like to be added to the taglist! 

PROFILES:

atoms dance crew enhypen dance crew the extras

CHAPTERS:

prologue

act one 🍂

CHAP 1 - cotton candy & mystery girls 📝

CHAP 2 - i’m multitasking fucker

CHAP 3 - sugar crash on the first day

CHAP 4 - jungwons sister is heeseungs gf?!

CHAP 5 -

[imnameimswrld]

⃘ ֹ ִ 𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒 ★ ִ a series ꒱

in which I make a moodboard and write some calculated nonsense about my biases as taylor swift songs (my queen) !

status, in session...

❪ kpop masterlist ❫

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 as ...call it what you want by taylor swift.

stray kids. skz. leader. producer. '97. aussie-korean. my ult / husband. christopher bahng. 3racha. vocalist. rapper. dancer. gnabnahc. don't touch his laptop aka the mother-load. swarovski knows what's up. peak husband material.

𝐕 as ...maroon by taylor swift.

bts. bangtansonyeondan. vocalist. '95. korean. daegu boy. celine's top model. kim taehyung. thv. yeontan's dad. his boxy-smile, ugh. he's served enough, send him home please. visual. actor.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔 as ...dress by taylor swift.

seventeen. svt. rapper. vocalist. visual. hip-hop unit. kim mingyu. my favourite tall tan boy. vampire. '97. korean. mr bullied by his 12 brothers. his lisp dear lord. cute puppy with the body of a greek god. dior, bvlgari & cartier doing God's work out here. min9yu_k.

𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 as ...gorgeous taylor swift.

blackpink. bp. vocalist. visual. mother. '95. kim jisoo. actress. ceo of blissoo. jisoo turtle-rabbit kim. i am so in love with her goofy ass. sooyaaa__. flower. pretty sure she's a billionaire. korean. blackpink in ur area (except for mine). blackpink is indeed the revolution.

𝐘𝐄𝐉𝐈 as ...new romantics by taylor swift.

itzy. leader. main dancer. vocalist. rapper. '00. korean. hwang yeji. a literal lightfury. the cat is cating with this one. the eyes chico. a total loser girl but I love her for it. lucy hwang. my oppa. yezyizhere. ms english is about confidence. visual. midzy's protector fr.

𝐒𝐀𝐍 as ...lover by taylor swift.

ateez. vocalist. dancer. demon liner. '99. choi san. korean. mountain. my kitty cat. the fluff is fluffing. blonde brought me to my knees. stage presence. the de-twinkafacation is too real. shoulders for days. mr flirts too much his photocard that I don't have should be sleeping on the porch. deja vu eyebrows... ya just had to be there. kq give my boys their own insta accounts right now. totally kisses his band mate jung wooyoung.

𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐆 as ...delicate by taylor swift.

nct. nct 127. nct u og. super m. leader. lee taeyong. korean. rapper. dancer. '95. a parent of 26. korean. bless his hair. mr ty. my bubu. he is peak comfort. I just want to hug him forever and never let go. ai. he bleeds neo-green. taeoxo_nct. please don't send him away, he's already been serving since 2016. sticker's no.1 defender. visual. tik_tyong.

𝐓𝐄𝐍 as ...king of my heart by taylor swift.

nct. wayv. dancing king. vocalist. rapper. '95. a cat dad. a sassy king. chittaphon leechaiyapornkul. lee yongqin. gender-envy is real people. mr oh no your have to taste it. nct u og. thai and kinda chinese too I thinks. I wanna say multilingual king but according to bambam he can't even speak thai (his mother-tongue) well. a 10/10 fr. tenlee_1001. birthday was a cultural reset. visual. pretty sure he's in love with a guy named johnny suh from chicago.

𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 as ...mastermind by taylor swift.

nct. nct dream. dancer. rapper. '00. lee jeno. a samoyed doppelganger. so fluffy. leejen_o_423. hot sauce jeno is my roman empire. visual. korean. makes my heart so warm. kinda wanna put him in my pocket. he might be in love with some kid that goes by the name of na jaemin.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 as ...enchanted by taylor swift.

aespa. leader. rapper. main dancer. '00. real ? I think not. literally ai. my adorable stupid cheese cat. yoon jimin. korean. one of them laughing slappers. such a cutie pls just get in my pocket and let me protect your forever rina. katarinabluu. quite literally meows. a cat has never cat-ed like her before. run run run kitty kitty run run. visual.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 as ...dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift.

le sserafim. rapper. vocalist. dancer. ballerina. '03. zuha. japanese. literally lee hojung's sister because, huh. looks a little line jeon wonwoo too, but that just could be me. nakamura kazuha. my girlfriend (real). body goals fr, SLAY QUEEN. such a cutie patootie it makes me cry. the rizz is lowkey but so real. zuhazana. the swan song is literally her song. SOUNDS LIKE MONSTER BABY KING KONG, such a banger. visual.

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 as ...wonderland by taylor swift.

txt. tomorrow x together. leader. vocalist. dancer. that dolphin song boy. '00. choi soobin. my favourite tall awkward and shy boy. he's just such a cutie pls. korean. I live in his dimples. I love that we collectively hate on math, my soulmate fr. you know you know soobin. page.soobin. so boyfriend dammit. visual. BRING BACK PURPLE HAIRED SOOBIN RN.

𝐉𝐀𝐘 as ...getaway car by taylor swift.

enhypen. enha. an all-rounder honestly. he plays guitar and that's hot. '02. blonde jay makes me spiral. korean but spent some time in america too. park jongseong. if angry bird, then why so gorgeous. he shouldn't be allowed to wear jeans because holy moly. he makes me giggle like a girl and I LOATHE IT because I'm supposed to be a feminist jason (his name isn't jason btw). I wanna kiss him. my boyfriend (REAL).

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊 as ...paper rings by taylor swift.

p1harmony. piwon. p1h. rapper. dancer. such a cutie I can't take it. he likes almonds. hwang intak. intakie. intak-attack. taki taki rumba. '03. he's soooo... BEIDJEDKWNDKED. I can't think straight when I see the guy. I love him. korean. his music taste is bangin'. I can't handle short-haired intak lord haveth mercy. okay okay, but fr this time, he's my boyfriend.

❪ more might be added... ❫

[northstarco]

niko vs smoothie 😖

❝ nikolas runs away! literally! ❞

"hi".

upon peaking his head in through the door, nikolas is met with the numerous eyes of nct dream. the first one to react to his appearance is kihyun, who gasps at the sight of the older. "nini!" he squeals, wrapping his arms around the others waist. the dancer gives a small smile, ruffling the younger's hair.

"you said you wouldn't be able to make it" mark's accusatory tone makes the other narrow his eyes, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he allows for kihyun to squeeze him to death. "i lied".

the look he receives from the lee makes him snort. "of course you did".

"you know me so well!"

the im lets go of the older, smiling up at him. nikolas then glances at the rest of the group, clapping his hands. "congratulations on the comeback! you all did so well on your stage!"

"but i did the best right?" lee donghyuck slides up right beside him, poking the taller in the shoulder. "right?" he urges again, and nikolas pretends to think about it.

"hmm, i think you did the worst actually— ow!"

the 96 liner rubs his arm as he reels from the hit the 00 liner landed on it. "didn't anyone tell you to respect your elders haechanie?"

upon hearing the words, nikolas turns to glare at mark, who only sports a grin of feigned innocence. "are you calling me old? you fucke—"

as soon as he tries to say the word, huang renjun is slaps a hand over his mouth, preventing him from cussing out his fellow member in english. "no swearing please, not while we're here with the door open".

the older scowls, gently removing renjun's hand from his mouth. "you're lucky, mark" he points down the canadian, who just smiles tauntingly.

"you aren't gonna do anything".

"bro i'll literally—"

"aren't we supposed to film the challenge with you?"

nikolas is once again cut off by the question from the maknae, and it dawns on him. oh, that. "we're supposed to?"

"what you don't wanna do it?"

"you have to!" donghyuck immediately exclaims, trying to shut down any arguments from the older. he clings onto the olders arm, giving his best pleading eyes. "please juni hyung?"

now usually, nikolas is always going to fall for those puppy dog eyes of donghyuck's, but today he seems to be doing everything in his body to resist them, so he lets out an awkward chuckle. "well i— i uh, i have a thing! i have to do!"

the leader immediately sees through his lie, raising an eyebrow. "a thing?"

"yeah i have to go uh, feed my cat!"

then, nikolas runs.

donghyuck can barely even keep up with his motions, as the older quickly let go of him and sprints out of the room.

"did he just run away?"

renjun can't help but laugh, humored by the situation, and mark just groans, now used to the older's shenanigans. "we should probably go catch him right?"

"jeno hyung should do it!"

"wait why?"

"because we have to capture him!"

what a totally non-mischievous plan.

"you can't do this! this is against my will!"

nikolas tries his best to get out of jeno's grip, the younger pulling him by the arm, but he is no match against him. yeah he's taller than jeno, but he can't compete with his seemingly superhuman strength, struggling as he's pulled back into the room with the rest of the nct dream members.

kihyun comes up from behind him, flicking his head. "why don't you wanna film the challenge with us?" the im crosses his arm, watching as the khornthon grimaces.

"i don't know the choreography.."

"liar!"

niko scoffs at chenle's rebuttal. "i'm not lying! i only know the chorus and stuff like tha— OW! JENO DON'T PULL MY ARM OFF!"

"it's just a ten second video" all mark's words receive is a glare from the older, who is very much still not into this. "seriously, just get it over with!"

nikolas drops down onto the floor, exhausted from trying to resist against the strong hold of the lee. "you guys can't make me do anything.." the members roll their eyes at his stubborn antics,

"you have to! do you want me to tell them about your situation with te—"

"fine! i'll do it, stupid chitta.." nikolas forces himself to stand up, dusting his pants free form any dirt. he hears the chuckles of the mischievous im. "you're lucky your adorable you little asshole".

"swearing".

"sorry" the dancer immediately responds, he watches as donghyuck and kihyun hop over to him so they can drag him out to go film their little tiktok.

nikolas wished for the ground to swallow him whole.

mentioned @kiiyunz

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream who's most likely to have kids in the future. 

AN: Okay don't take this seriously, just a thought lol.

Lee Donghyuck

I mean, Haechan did mentioned that he wants to be a father so he's most likely to have kids. I chose two because I feel like he wants his kids to have siblings, ohhh and he's definitely a girl's dad. He'll give them bear onesies especially the matching one. If he had a son, he'll match his outfit with him. He's also very protective of his kids. 

Na Jaemin

Yes another one thank you. Not surprised given that he has three children already just kidding. Jaemin is fond with kids that's why he's second. I believe in Na Jaemin girl's dad supremacy and yes two daughters. Two pretty princesses with a pretty Dad. He'll spoil them rotten and give them the cutest room ever, painted pink of course. He's also protective of them and he lets his daughters play with Luna, Lucy, and Luke. 

Huang Renjun

Renjun seems to be the type who'll settle when he found the one. He's very endearing and the way he treats Dreamies as his kids, feels like he do want to have kids someday. I feel like he's a boy's dad, he's very familiar with boys that's why he prefer it,,, like does that make sense. And just one, because in this economy,, why would you want more than one? I think he'll be happy with just one kid. 

Zhong Chenle

Just like Renjun, Chenle would probably be the type who'll settle once he's really really serious with them. He seems to be the type of dad who'll spoil their son, base from how he treat his nephew and Daegal. I think that he's a girl's dad too! but a son is okay too. Probably the type who will indulge his kids with their hobbies. You like ballet? Okay I will enroll you to a ballet school, you want to be a singer? Okay he'll train them but will not let him sign under SM.

Mark Lee

Mark seems to be more career-driven, so he's at the least likely. If he did had kids someday, I feel like he'll have two, and he's definitely a boy's dad. I feel like the way Mark was raised is also the way he'll raise his kids. Especially with his faith, I know it sounds cheesy but I think that Mark's number one influence in his kids would be his faith. 

Park Jisung

This kid, he will die a virgin. Joke, I feel like it'll take time for him to find a significant other and if he did, he'll just have one kid. He's a boy's dad, definitely. And he'll see himself in his son, so he'll cherish him dearly. Maybe accidentally brought him to a dancing class one day so that he can also be a dancer like him. 

Lee Jeno

I placed Jeno in the least likely to have kids in the future because I don't know. That's just how his vibe radiates. He'll most likely be like Lee Dongwook in the future. Hot Dilf who's actually childless. He seems to be the type who's contended with his single life with his pet cats. If he did settle down, Jeno would probably have two kids and he can both be a girl's dad and a boy's dad. He seems like a chill father for me too. 

[chenfleur]

masterlist.

✦ = 500+! (thank you so much 😭)

✧ = personal favourites! <(^_^)>

⋆｡˚ nct dream

lee jeno

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open the gates, let me in ✦✧ ↝ jeno x y/n | word count: 4.0k | college au, bf2l

Jeno always seems willing to do anything for you, and it takes a lot of inner nagging for him to finally realize why.

lee haechan

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ΒLUΣ MΩΩΠ ✦ ↝ volleyball player!haechan x dancer!oc | high school au, smau | DISCONTINUED

in honour of the blue moon this year, the student parliament decided to hold a blue moon gala for the school. along with that, they created an activity. you pay $1.50 for either a lock or key. each lock and key have a pair with the opposite pendant (you would know if they were your partner if the key can unlock the lock). the person you pair with is your partner for the gala. mina thinks it’s fucking stupid. donghyuck, well—he’s always looking for some excitement in his life—but deep down he just wants someone who doesn’t like him for just his reputation.

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yoon jeonghan

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— [02:53] ✦

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of rainy nights and roses ✦ ↝ idol!jeonghan x y/n | word count: 5.8k | idol au

In the heat of the moment, Jeonghan grows careless with his words. Now, he has to bear the weight of saying things he didn't mean.

lowkey ✦✧ ↝ idol!jeonghan x makeup artist!y/n | word count: 1.7k | idol au

xu minghao

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— [16:31]

⋆｡˚ enhypen

lee heeseung

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sparks ↝ streamer!heeseung x y/n | word count: 1.2k | twitch streamer au

sim jaeyun

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dreamy nights ✦ ↝ streamer!jake x y/n | word count: 1.9k | twitch streamer au

everything in you ↝ idol!jake x y/n | word count: 2.6k | idol au

park sunghoon

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broken strings ↝ badminton player!sunghoon x badminton player!y/n | smau, hs au | ONGOING

Since the day you first picked up a racket, Park Sunghoon had been by your side. He had been your first badminton partner, first best friend, first love—and despite the two of you never having a label, it felt like only something cosmic could come between you. But, when the pandemic makes the world shut down, Sunghoon slowly disappears, leaving you in the dust with no explanation. Now, as you start your senior year and the world starts to re-open, you try to move on from him—right when he suddenly enters your life again.

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the long way home ✧ ↝ sunghoon x y/n | word count: 4.8k | high school au

In which Park Sunghoon decides that nothing is more important than having you in his life.

when nobody's watching ✦ ↝ streamer!sunghoon x y/n | word count: 1.4k | twitch streamer au

frayed edges ↝ sunghoon x y/n | word count: 1.0k | exes au, college au

yang jungwon

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where the heart leads, the eyes follow ✧ ↝ jungwon x y/n | word count: 0.9k | high school au

nishimura riki

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night will fall ↝ riki x y/n | word count: 1.0k | implied mafia/crime au

[dedieamars]

PARK JISOO’S PROFILE ! •˚ ✧ 🏯♡ 🔭💭 ↴

Full Name: Park Jisoo Marcelle (박지수 마르셀)

Stage Name: Park Jisoo (박지수)

Birthdate: August 13th, 2000

Born in: Seoul, South Korea

Nationality: Korean/American

Languages: Korean, English, Chinese, Some French and Spanish

( This reality/universe has a lot of differences from the current one so some events DO NOT add up with real life!)

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Park Jisoo is the only (fictional) girl member of NCT (NCT DREAM) and she is also a member of the girl group called LUCID.

8DREAM MASTERLIST

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Positions in Both Groups: Main Vocalist, Sub Rapper, Main Dancer

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Claims:

Face and Voice Claim (talking): Kim Minju

Vocal Claim: Taeyeon (SNSD)

Dance Claim: Hyoyeon (SNSD)

Rap Claim: Karina (AESPA)

More info!!

Jisoo was only 2 when she left South Korea and moved to New York. She started dancing when she was 3 and singing when she was 5. She is also a trained Opera Singer.

Jisoo’s mother was also born in Korea but then moved to the states. Jisoo’s father is Korean but was raised in China and at some point became a Korean teacher in China before leaving to the states and meeting Jisoo’s mother.

Jisoo’s mother used to be a singer until she got pregnant with her first son. after having all of her kids, she became a cosmetologist.

Jisoo has 5 cats. Mellow, B, Violet, Lily, and Frisk.

Jisoo has 4 siblings.

One older brother: Juyeon (1998,FC: Juyeon from The Boyz)

2 younger sisters (2004,2006) and one younger brother (2007) No FC yet!

She met Mark Lee when she was 5 in kindergarten and they’ve been friends ever since.

Jisoo left New York in April of 2011 so she can join an entertainment company called SM ENTERTAINMENT in Korea. Mark also joined her as he also wanted to join the company.

Jisoo trained for only 6 months and made her debut with LUCID in September of 2011, at only 11 years old.

It was a controversial debut as there was 9 members, and all of them were underage, but the company was very protective of them that it later died down.

LUCID profile

Although Jisoo had made her debut, Mark hadn’t and he was still a trainee. Jisoo and him still kept in contact but since she was so busy with schedules they sometimes went without talking for days.

Jisoo met Park Jisung in 2013, and the company asked Jisoo to befriend Jisung as he was also a dancer. Jisoo and Jisung eventually became friends (After Jisoo went through war)

See their story here

The company then put Mark and Jisung together and later added Haechan, Jaemin, and Jeno and they were known as Baby Shinki!

the problem was, Baby Shinki were a talented group of boys but they never seemed to behave, which led SM entertainment to have the idea of adding one of the LUCID girls to Baby Shinki, specifically one their age.

after interviewing the 3 members that were around their age, SM made the choice to add Jisoo to Baby Shinki.

Jisoo trained with the boys and was able to guide the boys and pick up their strengths.

The 6 of them were part of SM ROOKIES and people developed the nickname of “The Siblings” For Jisoo, Jaemin, and Jisung. Jaemin and Jisoo had the same exact birthday and Jisung and Jisoo shared similar names and they all had the dynamic of siblings.

The SM ROOKIES also at some point shared a dorm before debut!

Eventually Chenle and Renjun were added to the lineup and debuted as 8 On August 25th, 2016.

Mark and Jisoo were assigned the leader position, and this position allowed them to graduate the group in 2019.

Learn more about NCT DREAM’s journey here!

[ssivinee]

Kang Y/n

Character Vision Board

✦ The Dancer to the Music ✦

Starring: BEBE Tatter, Bada Lee, Lusher NCT Ten, Taeyong, Jeno ✦ Kang Y/n ✦

The Dancer to The Music is out now!

-sivine

[kissgirly]

Oi amor, eu já amei seu blog viu? Perfeito!! 💖

Quando tiver um tempinho, faz algo com o taeyong na mesma vibe do smut do jeno, enemies to lovers??

Entre dançarinos rebeldes e bailarinas imperfeitas.

Gênero: Dancers AU! Enemies to lovers

Contagem de palavras: 1.8K

Esta fic contém: oral!masc, sexo sem proteção (NÃO FAÇAM ISSO), dirty talk, uso de apelidos como 'bonequinha' e 'gatinha'.

SINOPSE: Uma garota como você nunca ficaria com um garoto como ele, você e Taeyong são diferentes! Mesmo secretamente, pensando constantemente como seria ter ele com o corpo colado ao teu, Taeyong, o garoto mais insuportável da academia, pode te levar do céu ao inferno em segundos. “He wanted her, she'd never tell Secretly she wanted him as well But all of her friends stuck up their nose They had a problem with his baggy clothes”.

Após uma temporada de treinos na academia de dança, uma reunião foi marcada com todos os dançarinos para divulgarem as apresentações que marcariam o período antes das férias de verão. A proposta da diretoria surpreendeu a todos, seria uma performance nunca feita antes na academia. “Nossa proposta é unir todos por um motivo, celebrar todas as formas de dançar. Vamos unir todos os alunos para mostrar a todos que somos capazes de dançar os mais diversos estilos e ainda fazer uma ótima performance. Conversamos com os professores e iremos explicar mais coisas em breve. Qualquer dúvida que tiverem, podem tirar diretamente com os professores. Tenham uma boa tarde!”.

Os aplausos por parte dos alunos foram ouvidos, e logo todos se dispersaram para suas salas. Ainda estava meio confusa sobre, mas logo entendeu quando sua professora explicou mais a fundo. E para sua sorte (ou azar) teria um duo especial na noite da apresentação, com o garoto que mais odiava na academia inteira. Lee Taeyong, ou para os íntimos, TY. O dançarino de hip-hop mais irritante que já topou nos corredores. 

Ele era bom no que fazia e isso não era novidade pra ninguém, muito menos pra ele, que se gabava principalmente para te irritar. Vocês eram de mundos diferentes e isso dificultava a relação dos dois. Tinha a teoria de que os professores decidiram isso por estarem cansados de tantas implicâncias, ele sendo um rebelde skatista irritante, que escuta músicas barulhentas nunca vai se dar bem com alguém como você, perfeita, delicada.

Passou a aula inteira tentando convencer sua professora. Mas nada foi feito, cogitou ir até a diretoria, mas sabia que iria arrumar problemas e teria que ouvir toda aquela baboseira de unir os mundos novamente.

 No dia seguinte, lá estava ele, calças rasgadas, uma regata e botas brilhantes. Entrando na sala como se fosse a casa dele, junto com o professor de hip-hop que trabalharia junto com a sua. “Vamos dar um tempo para vocês conversarem um pouquinho, sem brigas, ok? Podem começar o aquecimento que vamos pegar os materiais e já voltamos.” Ditou Yoona, a professora de ballet. Que logo saiu da sala, deixando ambos sozinhos. 

Como era um dia atípico, vestia uma blusa de mangas compridas e um short levinho, o cabelo estava bem preso em um coque, com uma fita rosada envolta. 

— Eai, gatinha!

Um suspiro saiu de seus lábios, não estava afim de falar com ele agora. E sinceramente só torcia para os professores voltarem logo. Como forma de distração, passou a sentar e começar seus alongamentos.

— Qual foi, vai falar comigo não? O gato comeu sua língua? — Cutucou, se aproximando e sentando ao seu lado. — Cê ouviu a professora, precisamos nos entrosar para celebrar todas as formas de dançar!

Irritante.

— Isso tudo é uma baboseira, eu não quero falar com você Taeyong.

— E o que eu te fiz, hein? 

— Nasceu. — Revirou os olhos, como uma criancinha.

— Sabe que ser mimada desse jeito só vai dificultar as coisas, pô. Tô querendo ser legal com você! — Ditou com um biquinho, te cutucando com o cotovelo para chamar a sua atenção. 

— Tá, tudo bem. Mas isso não significa que eu vou ficar sendo legalzinha com você o tempo todo, ouviu?

Taeyong assentiu, feliz. Mas aquilo não durou muito tempo, minutos depois da professora entrar na sala e explicar o conceito da coreografia, já estavam discutindo novamente.

— Taeyong, que merda! Isso não é difícil! 

— Se não é difícil então faz você! E aliás, garotinhas como você não deveriam ter esse linguajar. 

— O QUÊ??? TAEYONG SEU IDIOTA! VAI SE FODER! — Logo, foi repreendidos por ambos os professores. 

“Sinceramente, se continuarem assim não vejo motivos para manterem vocês no duo, espero profundamente que melhorem o comportamento. Isso vale para os dois! Até lá, pensem sobre isso e repassem a coreografia vocês mesmos. Vamos ver como as outras turmas estão. Se eu ouvir mais alguma gritaria de vocês, vocês não participarão do festival.” A mulher ditou rígida, saindo da sala e batendo a porta, deixando os dois sozinhos novamente.

Você bufou, aquela era a oportunidade da sua vida para se promover a uma sala com habilidades maiores. E sabia que Taeyong também procurava isso, mas droga, porque ele tinha que ser tão insuportável?

— Qual teu problema comigo? — Taeyong questionou, de uma forma tão genuína que por um momento se sentiu extremamente mal.

— Você é irritante, exibido e sempre acha que o mundo gira ao seu redor.

— Você não precisa de tudo isso pra chamar minha atenção, garota. Já faz isso naturalmente, ou acha que eu sou idiota?

— Acho, você é um idiota.

— Porra, se cê quer dar cê fala. Só pedir meu número ou sei lá! Fica me tirando de maluco. Eu sei muito bem onde quer chegar com isso.

— Sinceramente? Estou perdendo tempo aqui, eu vou embora. — Você se virou para pegar suas coisas, mas logo deu de cara com um Taeyong perigosamente perto de você.

— Você não vai sair daqui enquanto não me dizer o que você quer de mim. — Ditou rígido, ele nunca havia falado contigo daquela forma. Você suspirou em derrota, não queria admitir isso em voz alta nem fodendo.

— Eu quero você, Taeyong. — Sussurrou, tão baixo que mal conseguiu ouvir, porém, com um Taeyong encarando seu rosto tão seriamente, era impossível não entender a mensagem.

— E evitou me dizer isso esse tempo todo? Porra… Demorou tudo isso porquê?

— Eu não sei, tá legal? Eu não sei! Que droga Taeyong, eu só quero ir embora! 

Você estava envergonhada, sentia a barriga revirar e as bochechas ficarem rubras. Quando Taeyong guiou seu corpo até a parede, colando seu corpo contra o dele e levando uma das mãos ao seu rosto, ficando tão próximos que conseguiam sentir a respiração um do outro.

— Você é muito marrentinha, garota. E se tem uma coisa que eu sei fazer é acabar com a marra de garotas como você. — Grunhiu, mesmo que quisesse ir embora, enchê-lo de tapas e xingar em todas as línguas que conhecia, sentiu um arrepio que foi logo percebido pelo Lee. — Mal comecei, gatinha… Já está assim?

Uma face de desdém se formou no rosto do Lee, que usou o polegar para desenhar o ínfero, acariciando devagar. Logo se aproximando e usando os dentes para mordiscar teu lábio. Colocou as mãos sobre o peitoral e suspirou baixo. Logo foi tomada para um beijo lento, preguiçoso. Aproveitou para tocar suas coxas, subindo para o bumbum e apertando a carne com força.

— Eu odeio o fato de você ser gostosa pra caralho, garota. Isso só me faz ter vontade de acabar contigo. — Sussurrou pertinho do ouvido, esfregando a pontinha do nariz no seu pescoço, inalando o cheirinho doce do perfume. — Acaba.

— O quê?

— Acaba comigo, Taeyong. Me destrua, me toque do jeito que você quer. — A frase soou doce, encarava o Lee com os olhinhos brilhando e as bochechas vermelhas. Aquilo foi o estopim, ele não conseguiria te ver implorando dessa forma tão descaradamente.

— Você é mais putinha do que eu pensava. Me pedindo desse jeito, não tem como recusar.

Ele te segurou no colo, caminhando em passos leves até a poltrona acolchoada que havia no canto da sala. Se sentou e te ajeitou no colo dele, voltando a beijá-la com devoção. Já você, se encaixava no colo dele e roçava contra a ereção masculina, arfando baixo enquanto sentia sua pele arder com os tapas que recebia. 

— Yong… Se nos pegarem aqui? 

— Se você ficar caladinha, não vão perceber. E outra, eles vão demorar até voltarem. Temos muito tempo ainda, meu bem. Não precisa ter pressa.

Os beijos foram descendo até o pescoço, deixando selares molhadinhos e tirando arfares dengosos de você. Até resolver se separar do maior, colocando os joelhos contra o chão e encarando o rosto do Lee com um biquinho. Levando as mãozinhas a calça do maior e esperando-o conceder a permissão. 

Assim que entendeu o que pretendia fazer, Taeyong assentiu com a cabeça e ajudou a descer a calça sobre as coxas, expondo o volume que saltou para fora, a cabeça rosada expelia pré-gozo e o comprimento te atraia de alguma forma, pensava em mil maneiras de tê-lo para si. 

Segurou o membro pela base e usou os lábios para acomodar a glande molhada, rodeando a língua e passando a sugar devagarzinho, adicionando o resto do membro na boquinha e fazendo movimentos de vai e vem, sentindo o homem colocar as mãos aos seus fios para guiá-la. Ia até o fundo, sentindo a pontinha encostar na garganta, maltratando sua boquinha várias vezes. Do jeitinho que ele gostava. 

— Garota… Puta merda! — O membro pulsava entre seus lábios, completamente molhado e ao ver seu rostinho inteiro vermelho, retirou da boquinha e rapidamente, puxou você para se colocar de pé. Descendo o shortinho devagar, observando o íntimo coberto pela calcinha, já molhadinha esperando por ele. — Vou te destruir, minha bonequinha. Te deixar toda bagunçada pra mim.

Sentou no colo dele novamente, suspirando dengosa ao sentir o polegar rodeando o pontinho. Arrastando a calcinha para o lado e colocando só a pontinha em seu íntimo, penetrando devagarzinho até o fundinho. Você choramingava baixinho com o pau te deixando cada vez mais larguinha. Iniciou movimentos lentos sobre o pau e agradeceu mentalmente, sua flexibilidade ajudava e muito. Apoiou os braços sobre os ombros largos do Lee, jogando a cabeça para trás e tentando controlar os gemidos.

— Shhh, fica quietinha, hm? Não quer que vejam você nesse estado, não é?

Assentiu, mordendo o lábio inferior e sentindo as mãos grandes apertarem sua cintura, erguendo a cintura em sintonia aos seus movimentos. Era acertada lá no fundo, tendo o pontinho roçar contra o membro alheio, tão molinha que tirou uma risada leve do Lee.

— Gostou, né? Tá gostando de ser fodida assim, hm? — Assentiu, frenética. Seus olhos se reviraram em deleite. A bagunça molhada era bombeada com tanta vontade que sentiu o corpo inteiro esquentar e a visão embaçar. Choramingando, sensível.

— Tão linda… Imagina se todos descobrissem a carinha de puta que você fica quando eu estou te fodendo assim, a garotinha perfeitinha virando minha bonequinha de foder…

Taeyong se divertia com suas reações, ora choramingando dengosa, ora pedindo por mais. Desceu as mãos ao íntimo e usou o polegar para estimular o clitóris. 

— Yong… Taeyong… Eu…

— Uh, vai gozar, gatinha? Então vem. Vem pro seu Yong.

Colocou uma das mãos sobre a boca para abafar os gemidos, rebolando contra o maior enquanto ele continua a atingir o ponto perfeito. Encarou-o com os olhinhos brilhantes e, finalmente, sentiu o maior se desfazer junto com você. Seu íntimo escorria e o maior preenchia seu canalzinho inteiro. 

Seu corpinho ficou mole, após ser atingida por um orgasmo intenso, deitou seu rosto sobre o peitoral do Lee, regulando a respiração aos poucos.

— Foi um ótimo aquecimento, não acha?

— Vai se foder, Lee Taeyong!

Nota da autora: Meu primeiro pedidoooo! 🥺🥺🥺 não sei se ficou do jeitinho que você imaginou, mas espero muito que goste, meu doce! <3 Tive essa ideia escutando a maior da minha diva Avril, sk8ter boi! achei que combinou com a vibezinha do ty que também é meu utt. Apesar de ser um fofo quis construir um personagem mais irritantezinho. Espero muito que tenha aproveitado a leitura.((seu blog também é maravilhoso, tô apaixonada!

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y/n’s cuties !!

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Y/n- junior

y/n is a dance major at sm university, mastering ballet at a young age she decided to elongate her journey and pursue many different styles of dance. dancing is her passion. she’s known as a prodigy in the dance department and she’s usually the one who everyone goes to help for. she’s soft spoken and angel like and will do whatever it takes to make sure everyone around her is happy, smu’s resident angel.

Donghyuck- junior

donghyuck is a dance major at smu !! he met y/n in their first year at smu , he sat next to her and they got partnered to do a ballroom dancing project. whenever she needs a male dancer , there’s her hyuckie. they always get mistaken for a couple just because he dotes on her a bunch. but don’t get him wrong , he’s still a little shit. just a supportive little shit.

Jeno- junior

jeno attends smu as a design major in the arts department. he’s always had a talent for designing and styling , to the point where he’s accumulated a bit of a following. He gets paid to doll people up , it’s his favorite thing to do. however he’s always looking for models. he met y/n on the way to one of his classes and dragged her to be a model for him. their dynamic is strange , mostly because jeno is just,,,,strange. but he means well.

Jisung- sophomore

jisung attends smu as a dance major , he’s arguably one of the best make dancers in the department especially when it comes to hip hop , he loves it. he wants to start his own crew someday. he met y/n in a dance class for a celebrity choreographer, she was struggling and he helped her. he’s honestly like a little brother to her and she’s his big sister that he loves to annoy. (she’s never annoyed)

Karina- junior

karina attends smu as a dance major as well , she’s usually seen right beside y/n they are best friends after all , always accompanying her to her late snack runs or random beach trips. they met originally on the first day of school as roommates , and then they ran into each other in class. karina says their friendship was meant to be. since y/n is the angel you could call karina her guard , she doesn’t play about y/n. she’s ready to fight any battle for her.

Kazuha- junior

Kazuha is a dance major at hybe university !! she’s a sweetheart and a very beautiful dancer , having done ballet with y/n since they were children. so they do have a lot of history , she’s always showing up to the festivals that sm university puts on and y/n shows up to hers. they have a sister like bond.

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