#eric nam drabbles

[beautifulchris]

love die young

wc: 0,5k

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

summary: after months of young love, you decide it's best to part ways

genres: angst, breakup!au

tw: mention of death (just a thought) and anxiety

notes: this drabble is inspired by love die young by eric nam as requested by my friend. i hope i did it justice and it's angsty enough djdjdj @badwithten 🙏🏼 also the lyrics are in italic and 2/3 chris' thoughts. i'm reposting the works i posted while shadowbanned, please don't mind me

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @whipped-kpop-creators

permanent tag list: @badwithten send an ask/dm/comment to be added!

prequel to: fate brought us together again

GIF publié par sevengems07

Chris fell in love with you rather quickly. He was attracted to you the second he laid his eyes on you, your beautiful hair complimenting your face nicely.

He got the courage to speak to you after class one day, and your personalities matched perfectly.

It was young love at its finest.

You’d do everything together, without forgetting your respective family and friends.

This amazing relationship was around nine months old. Then, one afternoon at his house, you said something that shook his very core.

“Chris, I have to tell you something.”

“What’s wrong, angel?” he asked, worry in his voice. You rarely called him by his name.

“I— OK, this is gonna be difficult.”

You breathed, throat tight.

You were seated on each side of the couch. At the sight of your dejected state, he moved closer to you, a reassuring hand pressed against your knee.

In his head, he imagined one of your family members passed away. Honestly, he couldn't think of anything else that could put you in such a distressed state.

“I want to break up.”

He thought wrong.

Your words felt like a bomb exploded in his chest. You weren't one to make jokes this hurtful, and he always knew when you lied.

The fact you were being real filled him with confusion and anxiety.

“I don’t understand,” was all he could reply.

Weren't you happy together during the many months you spent together? Was every single moment all a lie? Did he even know you like he thought he did?

“You don't love me anymore?” he resumed, “Did I do something? Is there someone else? Someone better?”

Self deprecating questions spiraling in his head, he felt like suffocating. He moved back, away from you.

“No, it's none of that, Chris. I promise. I just feel like I don’t know myself, and I need to. In order to know who I am… This journey I have to take alone.”

Tears were staining your shirt, but you didn't care one bit. Seeing him like this hurt more than words could describe.

“Please, don’t let this love —our love— die young.”

“I love you,” you said softly, “I just need to put myself first this time.”

“Y/N,” he whined, your words feeling like a white-hot knife cutting right through him. “I need you to stay.”

You sniffed, caressing his elbow with your thumb. The movement calmed his nerves, if only a little.

“And I need to go.”

Chris’ heart was hammering in his chest.

Tell me it was just a wrong feeling.

“I’m sorry,” you resumed, “I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I’m leaving the day after summer break officially starts. We may never see each other again.” Your voice broke a little.

It was painful— no, crushing the both of you. However, you had to do it. For your own sake.

“I love you,” he whispered, barely seeing you through his tears.

He got closer to you, pressed his forehead against yours.

The goodbye kiss was passionate, teeth crashing and full of love and pain.

“Thank you,” you murmured, out of breath, when you let go of his face, “for everything.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I have to.”

These were the last words spoken to each other.

You left, heart heavy but determined to find yourself and be able to love yourself like you loved him.

Chris stayed for hours, crying on his couch.

Maybe I should blame myself for never thinking we’d end up this way.

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[colourme-feral]

CURRENT ASK GAME

Tagged by @dribs-and-drabbles, @ranchthoughts and @lurkingshan!

Current time: 10.13pm

Current activity: It's the weekend and it's 10pm. Of course it's tea time. Tea and Tumblr.

Currently thinking about: How I am gonna finish 2 parallels posts by tomorrow/Sunday while not being distracted by the idea of watching shows instead. Help!

Current favorite song: Not quite favourites per se, but I'm enjoying these new songs lately: My Plan by Durdn and House on a Hill by Eric Nam. (And if @shou-jpeg is asking, I'm still enjoying Can't Keep Up by Tilly Birds. Watch this be my most listened to song on Spotify again this year, lol.)

Currently reading: Still reading Brutalism by Alexander Clement. Hopefully I don't need to extend my loan again. And I started on a recipe book on shaved ice, which was one of the themes of my trip to Taiwan. So obsessed with shaved ice.

Currently watching: Watching live: Be Mine Superstar, Hidden Agenda, I Feel You Linger in the Air, Laws of Attraction (SEASON TWO WHEN.), Moving (I love how much like a movie each ep feels), Only Friends and Taikan Yoho (I can't explain, but I'm enjoying this a lot) Watching at my own pace: Kinou nani tabeta? and Meikenchiku de Chushoku wo Just started and watching slowly: Genius Chef Junior (It's the Ghost Month and I happened upon this), Kiseki: Dear to Me and Sing My Crush

Current favorite character: NAWIN FROM LAWS OF ATTRACTION HANDS DOWN

Current WIP: Let's say I've got a lot that I wanna do. I'm trying to finish 2 parallels posts, the locations post for that one show I planned to finish 8ish months ago (@aprilblossomgirl I think you know which, lol) and the rainbow post, but that's gotta be done slowly, amongst others.

Tagging: @aprilblossomgirl (I wanna know what your current WIPs are, lol), @blmpff, @callipigio, @shou-jpeg (So what's your current favourite song? A Tilly Birds one, perhaps?)

[collectingmuses]

// Hello, yes, here's the mentioned shippy drabble I wrote about two OC's set in the late 70s.

Is this purely for myself???....yes. I'm posting it anyways.

Her eyes were drawn to the glint of the coin in the dim light, watching as it flipped effortlessly through the air, blurring into a silver orb as it twirled. The quarter clattered against the bar top, bouncing unsteadily onto it’s edge where it wobbled and spun before finally falling over and settling to a full stop.

“Heads. Fuck!” George Washington’s expressionless face stared off into nothingness as Maggie let out a frustrated groan.

“Holy shit.” Eric murmured, his usual dry monotone tinged with the faintest hint of genuine surprise and enthusiasm. “I won? I never win.”

“We can flip it again.” Maggie offered. “Yeah? Best two outta three?”

“Oh, no. No, no.” Eric’s smirk stretched out into a full blown smile as he picked up the coin, tapping it against the hardwood of the countertop and slowly backed his way towards the jukebox. “The rules are clear. Winner gets jukebox rights for the rest of the shift.”

Maggie cringed. “At least pick something good.”

The only thing close to a reply that came from Eric was the sound of the quarter dropping into the metallic slot on the front of the jukebox. Maggie sighed, frowning in anticipation while watching Eric press a few different buttons, getting his money's worth of music. The jukebox whirred to life, dropping the first 45 onto the spindle.

Buddy Holly began to play, eliciting another exaggerated moan of anguish from his coworker.

“Mate, you’re killin’ me with the grandpa music.”

The duo were opposites in every sense of the word. Maggie, a fish out of water, was stranded a long ways away from her native England. That in itself was enough to make her an oddity in this backwater Louisianan town, but her chopped and dyed hair and DIY clothes, all ripped and torn and sewn and safety pinned, made damn sure that she stood out amongst the locals more so than she ever did back in West London.

Eric was a veteran, a draftee of ‘nam. He never talked much about it, and Maggie never really pried, but she’d gleamed enough to know it was a bad time for him. Real bad. Not that you’d ever know it to look at the guy. His dry, sardonic voice...the little grin tugging at the side of his mouth as he swept the bar floor and grooved along to the music he knew she couldn’t stand...he seemed normal, well adjusted. He was the exact kind of square that Maggie and her friends would snark about in her old life.

‘Funny how that works out?’ Maggie mused to herself, absently polishing the last of the glasses, stacking them up in rows of five behind the bar. ‘Anywhere else, any other time or place on the face of the earth, and we’d never even give one another the time of day.’

She glanced up in time to see Eric twirl the broom around playfully as he began sweeping between the opposite row of tables.

‘Well...I wouldn’t, at least.’ she continued the thought. ‘Eric’s too much of a puppy.”

“What?”

Maggie jumped, Eric’s voice jolting her from her little daydream. Part of her worried she had accidentally uttered the quiet part loud, but the truth was only slightly less mortifying. Eric had caught her staring at him.

“You.” she covered, not missing a beat. “Just watching the show. They teach you those moves in boot camp, soldier boy?”

It was enough to earn a laugh from the young man. “Oh, yeah. First week in basic...how to cut a rug.”

“Too bad your taste in music is shite.” she teased, still somewhat sore over losing the wager. One of the positives about closing the bar alone was having full control over the music. She’d managed to sneak a few records from her personal collection into the machine, and while she’d been able open up Eric’s mind to the new punk sound, he still had a habit of playing tunes that hadn’t been considered cool in well over a decade. She missed nights of endless Sex Pistols, The Damned, and the Stooges.

The song came to an end, the jukebox whirred to life as it switched out the vinyl for the next song. Eric shrugged and set the broom aside.

“You don’t like my music, you don’t like my moves. I just can’t win, can I?” he replied, playfully pouting. “Make you a deal, though. You do me this one little favor and I’ll unplug the jukebox, reset it, let you play what you want for the rest of the night.”

“Mmmh, tempting. What’s the catch?” Maggie asked, arms folded atop the polished countertop as she leaned forward, like she was about to hear some juicy secret. The needle dropped inside the machine, the opening strains of “You’ve Really got a Hold on Me” by Smokey Robinson began to play from the speakers.

“Dance with me?” Eric asked, as casual as can be while threading a hand through his shaggy mop of blonde hair.

Maggie the sarcastic, tough, caustic, young woman that she was hadn’t expected to be caught so off guard by the bluntness of the request. Her face went a faint shade of red, which she tried to hide by tossing up her hands and (accidentally) letting out the most undignified snort/laugh/squeal that either of them had ever heard.

“Are you takin’ the piss?” she asked, all while Eric smirked and began to dance along to the song. Maggie shook her head, trying her damnedest to appear unaffected, which wasn’t doing much to convince either of them. “You must be. You’ve lost it, man.”

Eric didn’t respond, instead he kept dancing, picking up his broom to use once again as a stand in for a dance partner. He moved to the beat...even began to sing along to it while playfully motioning to Maggie to join him.

‘ I don't like you, but I love you...’

“Oh, no. Now the singing. I can’t believe this.”

‘Seems that I'm always thinking of you.’

“Eric, seriously, I’m weighing the pros and cons of committing arson right now.”

“Oh, oh, oh, you treat me badly...”

“Ugh, ALRIGHT fine!” She huffed, slapping her hands against the counter, just barely hiding her own bemused smile. Maggie stepped out from behind the bar, dragging her feet while making her way over to the taller man. “...but I get to play what I want for the rest of our shift.”

“Hey, that was the deal, right?” Eric replied, dropping the broom, and offering his hand to the punk rocker. She hesitated, suddenly feeling quite shy. Eric was a friend, about the only one she had since ending up here in Sunny Hollow...he was always kind to her, despite her sarcasm and barbs aimed at his insufferable, loud mouthed brother. He was just goofing around, nothing more...right? No, she wasn’t reading too much into this.

So then why the hell was her heart pounding so hard as she took his hand?  Where was her wit and venom as he gently pulled her closer to his chest and began to slow dance with her? Just like that, her defenses were gone.

Whatever concerns she had about getting back home, about this strange little town, about where exactly her and Eric stood had melted away. Right now all that mattered was the moment. An arm slid around the soldier’s waist, her cheek resting against his chest, letting Eric lead them as the song continued to play. 

It wasn’t a very long song, unfortunately, already more than half over by the time she had finally agreed to the dance. Just as it ended she felt him begin to pull away, no doubt to keep up his end of the promise.

“Ok, Mags...I guess I made you suffer enough. I’ll go unplu-”

Maggie tightened her embrace, keeping him from breaking away just yet. Puzzled, Eric peered down at Maggie who met his gaze.

“One more?” she asked. “Your taste isn’t that bad.”

[vinetae]

Love Died Young

This is a drabble I felt like uploading. Was in an angsty mood, but couldn't decide who to use. So; this is an -insert character- drabble.

Genre: Angst, Breakups, Depression.

This is ... sad to say the least. Inspired by Love Die Young by Eric Nam.

.....

Raindrops pour down onto the car window. The silence roams the small vehicle like a nasty plague. Bright city lights peak through what the dark had already consumed. 

“I think .. we should take a break.” His words cut through your heart like a dagger slicing it’s victim. Hot tears threaten to spill from your ducts. You shake your head, wondering how a measly little fight over the fireplace had brought you two here. Your makeup, long gone and runny. Puffed eyes search his for what little mercy he had left.

There was none.

No love.

No passion.

What had he been looking at you through for so long, then?

“Why..?” You question. The words really aimed towards yourself. Maybe if you had paid more attention to the signs, it wouldn’t have hurt this much. The flashes from the previous night's flight through your head. His first confession, moving in together, then; 

catching him with another woman. 

Even though it had been entirely his fault for cheating, you still felt that it somehow had been on you. Maybe if you’d paid more attention, given him more, handed everything of your whole existence to the man who you onced called yours. 

The fabric of his jeans being toyed with by his clammy hands. Much like how you felt up till this moment. 

“I … I don’t love you anymore, y/n.” 

Those simple words in all it takes for you to storm out the car, not giving a damn if you were getting soaked. The pain of a cold that could definitely appear is far less than the pain you’re feeling from this night. 

How can someone give up so easily? 

Moved onto another like some sort of new baby who’d entered a family. 

Family.

Your reminded of what he had promised you so long ago.

Your dreams, desires, first times, and more. You dreamed of having a life with the man you loved. Doesn’t everyone? Why can’t you have happy ever after? Why was life so cruel to those who try their hardest?

“Y/n!” His mumbled call is barely audible. The tears long have stained the rosy tint of your cheeks. A car horn blares, before you're trapped in the headlights of an 18 wheeler speeding down the narrow path of asphalt.

Before you have time to react, your body hurls to the ground. A high-pitched screech is all that you hear.

This is it. You thought. 

This is where it ends. 

Why was life so cruel..?

Your body lays cold against the wet asphalt. Every inch of you, covered and smeared in blood.

Why me, though? 

A warm body comes to embrace your lifeless one,  kneeling beside you holding your cold, fragile boy tightly to his chest as soft whispers could be made out to what had only sounded like the mumbling of a crying child. 

“Stay with me, Y/n …. Please..” His words are incoherent, fumbling over the syllabuses. 

“Baby please.. I’m so sorry- Please Y/n.. Come on baby, stay with me” Hot tears now flood onto your own, dripping down to join the pool of blood and regret that you lie in. 

“We were going to get  married..” He sniffs, pressing kisses to his forehead. 

“We’ll have a big house, with three beautiful children. We’ll get the place you’ve always wanted. You know, the one with the big tall window in the front? We can sleep in on the weekends while watching our kids play in our white picket fenced yard. Walk our daughter down the aisle. Baby, please stay for me.."

Sires blare as his sobs continue to flow.

“Don’t die on me, Y/n. We’re gonna get through this, I promise.”   One last verbatim can be understood before a warm light encases your cold figure.  

“Stay.”

You could feel no more pain. No more hurt. No more regret. Finally, as the light lifts your shivering soul, a warm hug is wrapped around. Peace and tranquility is all you feel now.

You found a home where you were actually wanted.

[pufflix]

love die young

wc: 0,5k

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

summary: after months of young love, you decide it's best to part ways

genres: angst, breakup!au

tw: mention of death (just a thought) and anxiety

notes: this drabble is inspired by love die young by eric nam as requested by my friend. i hope i did it justice and it's angsty enough djdjdj @badwithten 🙏🏼 also the lyrics are in italic and 2/3 chris' thoughts

networks: @kflixnet @k-radio @k-labels

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @badwithten send an ask/dm/comment to be added!

Chris fell in love with you rather quickly. He was attracted to you the second he laid his eyes on you, your beautiful hair complimenting your face nicely.

He got the courage to speak with you after class one day, and your personalities matched perfectly.

It was young love at its finest.

You’d do everything together, without forgetting your respective family and friends.

This amazing relationship was around nine months old. Then, one afternoon at his house, you said something that shook his very core.

“Chris, I have to tell you something.”

“What’s wrong, angel?” he asked, worry in his voice. You rarely called him by his name.

“I— OK, this is gonna be difficult.”

You breathed, throat tight.

You were seated on each side of the couch. At the sight of your dejected state, he moved closer to you, a reassuring hand pressed against your knee.

In his head, he imagined one of your family members passed away. Honestly, he couldn't think of anything else that could put you in such a distressed state.

“I want to break up.”

He thought wrong.

You words felt like a bomb exploded in his chest. You weren't one to make jokes this hurtful, and he always knew when you lied.

The fact you were being real filled him with confusion and anxiety.

“I don’t understand,” was all he could reply.

Weren't you happy together during the many months you spent together? Was every single moment all a lie? Did he even know you like he thought he did?

“You don't love me anymore?” he resumed, “Did I do something? Is there someone else? Someone better?”

Self deprecating questions spiraling in his head, he felt like suffocating. He moved back, away from you.

“No, it's none of that, Chris. I promise. I just feel like I don’t know myself, and I need to. In order to know who I am… This journey I have to take alone.”

Tears were staining your shirt, but you didn't care one bit. Seeing him like this hurt more than words could describe.

“Please, don’t let this love —our love— die young.”

“I love you,” you said softly, “I just need to put myself first this time.”

“Y/N,” he whined, your words feeling like a white-hot knife cutting right through him. “I need you to stay.”

You sniffed, caressing his elbow with your thumb. The movement calmed his nerves, if only a little.

“And I need to go.”

Chris’ heart was hammering in his chest.

Tell me it was just a wrong feeling.

“I’m sorry,” you resumed, “I really am. I never meant to hurt you. I’m leaving the day after summer break officially starts. We may never see each other again.” Your voice broke a little.

It was painful— no, crushing the both of you. However, you had to do it. For your own sake.

“I love you,” he whispered, barely seeing you through his tears.

He got closer to you, pressed his forehead against yours.

The goodbye kiss was passionate, teeth crashing and full of love and pain.

“Thank you,” you murmured, out of breath, when you let go of his face, “for everything.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I have to.”

These were the last words spoken to each other.

You left, heart heavy but determined to find yourself and be able to love yourself like you loved him.

Chris stayed for hours, crying on his couch.

Maybe I should blame myself for never thinking we’d end up this way.

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[fakescenarios-tohelpyousleep]

bad timing| eric nam

summary| after moving to another country without telling your parents your phone rings while you’re asleep besides your boyfriend eric nam and your mother over hears his voice

My eyes fly open at the sound of my ringtone, at first my brain doesn’t register what I’m seeing in front of me. Eric. My boyfriend of almost a year. It wasn’t abnormal for us to sleep facing on another. Eric doesn’t fall asleep easily, once he is asleep, it’s very easy to wake him and if that happened... he’s screwed for the rest of the night. We sleep facing each other because Eric has a habit of watching me while I sleep... as creepy as it sounds. He says that watching me sleep, helps him fall asleep faster. So, you might ask, what is different this time around. Well, Eric isn’t looking back at me, he’s actually asleep and my phone is screaming with a phone call.  The second my brain catches up with my body, I’m rolling over so quickly that I almost fall from the bed grabbing my phone from it’s position on the floor charge and without looking at the caller id, I answer.  “Hello?” The whisper is so small that I’m surprised when I get an answer back. “Y/N? Why are you whispering.” My heart drops at the sound of my mother’s voice. The voice I haven’t heard in months since before Eric and I had moved in together and before that before I had even moved to Korea... the move she still didn’t know about. Great communication I know, but it’s the communication I created after moving away for college and completely cut off communication on my end. If she stopped calling, that would be the end of the relationship.  I don’t know why I made the decision to cut off my family, it’s just one I made.  “Mom, um, what’s up?” “I was just calling... why are you whispering.” I feel the bed shift behind me and before I could stop it from happening, he speaks. “Y/N, what’s going on?” Eric speaks, his voice rough with sleep, very obviously a guys voice. I can’t tell in the moment which is the bigger problem, the fact that my mother heard his voice or that he’s awake. “Who is that-” I end the call before she could continue speaking. I guess Eric being awake won. Throwing the phone down, I turn back to Eric. Who is now slightly sitting up, rubbing the few hours of sleep from his eyes. “Eric, lay down, go back to sleep.” He half listens and lays back into his position before but shakes his head, his eyes completely open now. “Who called you?” He mumbled, obviously still tired as he wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I sigh, no point in lying... the aftermath will have to be dealt with tomorrow... or I guess today as it’s currently 3am. “My mom.” At the mention, he groaned, I could tell he felt bad just by the way he breathed in the next moment. “She heard me didn’t see?” I don’t answer, just nod. He groans again. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have had anything.” I shake my head again. “It’s not your fault, I’m sorry I woke you up.” A moment of silence before the bomb drops. “What are you going to tell her?” I sigh, closing my eyes wanting to block the whole problem away. She wasn’t apart of my life in Korea, my life with Eric and I didn’t know if I wanted her to be or not. “I guess everything, I kind of have to now.” “Maybe it will be a good thing? It’s not like she can change it, you’re a grown women and you’re millions miles away.” “You’re not going to fall back sleep are you?” Eric laughs at my question. “You have to confront your mom about moving to another country without telling her and you’re worried about my sleep schedule!?” “All I’m saying is she has bad timing!” “Bad timing as in calling while we’re sleeping or calling not even an hour after I fell asleep.” I groan again in grief leaning my head again his chest as he laughs once again. “We can do it now, or we can wait but I’m 100% not falling back asleep now.” “Fuck your insomnia.” 

[springday-aus]

Amusement Park!AU - Solo Artists + Multi-Group: [Drabble] 

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Amusement Park!AU with Ailee, f(x)’s Amber, Eric Nam, BtoB’s Peniel, and Day6′s Jae [multi-group + multi-members] 

“Bro, I think we’re lost.” 

Eric pokes his head from the large map and looks at Peniel. “We’re not lost. We’re just… misplaced.” 

Jae raises an eyebrow. “Dude, it’s been like 10 minutes. I’m calling them.” 

Before anyone can protest, Jae presses the call button. 

Amber answers after one ring. “Where are you?” 

“Eric got lost.” 

“Ah, sounds like him. We’re in front of the ferris wheel. You just have to talk straight from the entrance.” 

“Thanks.” 

“See you in a bit.” 

He hangs up, putting the phone into his pocket. “Come on, dude. They just told me where they’re at.” 

Eric sighs and shoves the map into his back pocket. “This doesn’t mean the map won.” 

“Sure it doesn’t,” Peniel says. “That’s the real problem here.” 

They all head up the hill and past the opening shops, despite Jae’s whines to go into the ice cream shop and Peniel eyeing the hat shop. 

“Over here!” 

“Yello!!!!!” 

Ailee and Amber jump up and down from their spot, waving their arms around—gathering more attention than necessary. As the guys get closer, Ailee and Amber officially position themselves in line behind everyone. 

“You guys took so long!” Ailee says. She rolls up her short-sleeve and pats her triceps. “Look at the tan lines left here because of you.” 

Peniel waves her off. “That’s nothing.” 

“We were late because of Mr. ‘I know my way around the park.’” Jae looks over at Eric. “Isn’t it your first time in New Jersey?” 

Eric gives him nothing more than a nasty glance. “We’re here now and that’s all that matters.” 

“Don’t worry,” Amber says. “We’ll turn that frown upside down.” 

“I got it covered,” Ailee says, with a smile. “I know this place like the back of my hand.” 

“Are you sure you wanna start with the ferris wheel?” Eric asks. He looks at it from the bottom up. “I heard it’s better in the movies than it actually seems.” 

The girls shrug. Amber speaks up first. “We’ll be the judges for that.” 

---

“Well, that was just awful,” Jae says. “That’s a torture device that never ends.” 

“It was kind of fun,” Ailee says. “I got some good pics.” She whips out her phone and pulls out the photos. “See? We got some good ones with Amber and I. There are some good ones with the view of the whole park. You can see the Batman from here! We got some of Eric holding onto Jae and Peniel laughing at him. We got some cool pics of Amber and Peniel—” 

“Ooo, send those to me,” Peniel says. 

“Airdropping now.” 

Eric sighs. “How did I get here?” 

“With our help because you wouldn’t have gotten here on your own.” 

“Jae, get it go.” 

“I will when you do.” He gives Eric a sarcastic smile. 

Everyone laughs at their antics as they continuously make faces at one another. 

“Alright, come on,” Ailee says. 

“We planned a whole day for this,” Amber says. “Let’s go!” 

[soulangel]

#132 with Eric Nam, please 🥺

Prompt List

132; "We're not playing strip poker, I don't care what I said when I was drunk."

You stared at the table made in the living room in surprise. "Hang on, repeat that?" You asked your boyfriend in disbelief.

Apparently, you had told Eric that you were a master at poker and could be anyone in the game at any time. Unfortunately for you, you were black out drunk at the time and have no recollection of making this bet with him that you could beat him. He was refusing to allow you out of the bet and insisted on you sitting down to play against him in....strip poker....

You set your things down and sigjed, ignoring him as you disappeared to grab something to eat. You could hear his whining from the living room. "We're not playing strip poker. I dont care what I said when I was drunk Babe. You should know not to listen to my drunk ass words by now. ESPECIALLY when it comes to gambling." You groaned out when you finally sat down on the couch behind him.

He turned to you and pouted, but you were lost to the sandwich in your hands. Purposefully chowing down on it so he couldn't make you play anymore.

(Thanks for requesting!)

[noona-clock]

Honestly 💚 Honestly

An Eric Nam songfic series by Admin B! Enjoy! 💝

Genre: AU/Angst

Pairing: Eric Nam x You

By Admin B

Honestly 💚 Potion 💚 This is Not a Love Song 💚 Lose You 💚 Don’t Call Me

I do love you, but I’m a bit tired I’m too scared to hurt you I’m not being nice, I’m doing this for myself This lie of saying I still love you

Your relationship had been strained for a couple of months now. Both of you still acted the same, though; you kissed each other hello and goodbye, you cuddled during movies, you went out for dinner, you texted each other “Good night, sweet dreams, I love you” every single night.

But it just wasn’t the same. The kisses weren't the same, the cuddling wasn’t the same, the dinner conversation wasn’t the same, the text messages weren’t the same. It was like you were both just going through the motions, and there was no real feeling anymore.

You wanted an answer from the start Like already wanting to know the ending of a movie So I felt pressured, more and more Like a perfectly made-up story

“Eric, how do you feel about me?” you’d asked on your one month anniversary, a hopeful smile pulling at your lips. You were fairly certain you loved him, but you wanted to know how he felt.

“I, uh...” Eric stammered, letting out a nervous chuckle. “I like you. A lot.”

“How much?” You swung your hands together as you walked along the boardwalk, the moonlight shining down on your new relationship.

“A... lot.”

“Do you...” you swallowed nervously. “Love me?”

He didn’t answer for a while, but then he stopped. He turned toward you, taking your other hand. And he kissed you.

You’d just assumed that meant ‘yes.’

‘Let’s break up,’ those words are so cruel I open my mouth, but I swallow it back in  Why can’t I say it?

You watched as Eric struggled for words, something he usually didn’t do. He always knew just what to say, no matter the situation. The only other time you could think of when he’d been so nervously stuttering like this was when... you’d first asked him if he loved you.

“I... I just -- I mean, I... We... And you...”

“We what?” you asked, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt. Why was he so tongue-tied?

“We...” And then he let out a little sigh, one-half of his lips lifting into a slight smile. “I love you.”

You almost let out a sigh of relief; you honestly thought he’d been about to break up with you. And even though you knew it was inevitable, you weren’t ready just yet.

I thought about this several times a day How you would live without me All the promises that won’t be kept They’ll just remain as meaningless words

“Do you want butter or cheddar?” Eric called out from the kitchen. He was on popcorn duty tonight, and you always wanted something different each time, so he’d learned to ask you before making it.

“Let’s do cheddar tonight,” you answered, leaning your head back against your sofa so he could hear you.

When you turned back to the television, leaning over to fetch the remote from the coffee table, you saw Eric’s phone light up. One of his best friends, Jackson, had sent him a message.

You usually didn’t snoop, but the message read ‘I don’t know, man, this is tough... but I think you just have to do it.’

Have to do what?

You glanced out toward the kitchen, hearing Eric punch the numbers in on the microwave. You grabbed his phone, typing in his passcode and opening the conversation with Jackson. You scrolled up a little, your eyes scanning the messages until you found one Eric had sent about an hour ago...

I know the love’s just not there anymore, but... I mean, we’ve been together for so long. We’ve talked about marriage and kids, and I just feel like all these promises I’ve made about our future... I hate that I wouldn’t be keeping them, y’know? Why can’t I say, ‘let’s break up’????

Tears filled your eyes as your hand came up to cover your mouth in shock. He... he really felt like that? I mean, you knew your relationship wasn’t as strong as it used to be, but... You had no idea it was this far gone.

I loved you but now I’m tired Baby, I need you to say something say something You know it’s over too Baby, I need you to say something say something

“Popcorn’s re-- Babe?” 

Eric froze when he saw you. Tears silently streaming down your face. Your hand covering your mouth as you very obviously held back sobs. Your other hand holding... his phone. 

“What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”

His heart sped up, knowing the possibilities of what you could be looking at. But you just shook your head silently, not saying anything.

“Baby... say something. What’s going on? Talk to me.”

This lie of saying I love you

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OML OML OML ERIC NAM AND 57

At Times by 2pm

Where are you?

Eric runs through the white, his feet slipping from beneath him. His hands are full of stinging scratches from scraping across harsh ground as he falls. But he pushes on. He has to find you.

He can hear your laugh echoing from all directions, sometimes welcoming, sometimes taunting. He can see your face bouncing on each side of the horizon like a mirage, smiling, crying, peaceful, angry. He can smell you on the fickle breeze, how you smell fresh out the shower, after you come in from a hike, when you wake up in his arms.

Suddenly, there you are. You’re standing on the hill just in front of him where the grass is green and the sun gentle. Your skin glows as bright as your smile. You’re reaching out for him.

“Come on, Eric! Don’t be such a slowpoke!” You laugh and beckon to him again.

All the exhaustion slips away and Eric runs faster towards you even as the hill gets steeper and steeper.

Your face becomes colder as if you’re annoyed he’s not with you yet and your hands start to drop. “Eric, I’m leaving!”

“No!” he cries, stretching out his hand. “Wait, please!”

He lunges for you as you melt away. His hands close around air and he wakes up. His bedroom is soft grey with dawn’s first rays and quiet. Eric starts reaching towards the spot beside him on the bed, but he stops.

He knows it’s cold. He knows it’s empty. He knows you’re really gone.

With a frustrated sigh, Eric wipes at the tears that somehow sneaked out of the corners of his eyes and rolls over, away from what was your side of his bed. He hates it, but even though it’s been months since you left him, at times, he still thinks of you.

[blu-joons]

Hidden Illness ~ Eric Nam

The smile on Eric’s face dropped as soon as you opened the door, furrowing his brows as you stood back and invited him into your home. You could feel his eyes on you as you shyly looked down to the floor, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Are you alright?” Eric asked you, stopping right in front of you, placing his hand against your waist. “I love you, but you look as if you haven’t slept for days,” he nervously told you.

Your head shook as you tried your best to sniffle, making as little noise as possible. “It’s just been a busy few days at work,” you explained to him, pushing against his back to encourage him to walk through into your living room.

“I was beginning to wonder why you were avoiding me,” Eric told you as he sunk down into the sofa, still staring across at you. “Work must really be taking it out of you to look like this. Are you sure that work is the only reason why you’ve been ignoring me?”

Your head nodded, clearing your throat as another tickle in it began to annoy you. “Nothing for you to worry about,” you assured Eric, trying your best to force a smile onto your face.

“Why don’t I make you a hot drink to try and make you feel a little bit better?” He offered, standing up almost as quickly as he sat down, “a nice hot chocolate might hit the spot.”

“You don’t have to,” you told him, trying your best to reach out to take his hand from your seat on the sofa, only able to brush your fingertips against his arm. “Why don’t you sit for a while, tell me how things have been going with you?”

“I can do that with a coffee.”

“But what if you forget something by then?”

“What are you on about?” Eric scoffed, stopping in the doorway to keep looking across at you. He expected your voice to be a little under the weather, but even this felt a little too suspicious for him not to worry about.

Your smile began to look nervy as Eric stared back to you. “I’m just saying, you’ve probably got a lot to tell me, I don’t want you to forget about any details,” you spoke, rambling to find anything to bring him back into the room.

“You talk some nonsense when you’re stressed,” Eric teased, going over the way that you like your hot chocolate with you before leaving the living room, leaving you panicked too as you sunk down in your seat.

He knew where everything was in your home as Eric began to boil the kettle, noticing an unopened box of coffee. He peeled open the wrapper, walking across to where your bin was, pushing down on the pedal to open the lid. As he did, his eyes landed on a huge pile of tissues in the top of your bin, tablet boxes messed in with them too.

“I knew it,” he whispered, quickly realising what was really wrong with you. Although work was busy, you were full of cold too, deciding to take care of yourself.

Before returning to the living room with your drinks, Eric opened up your medicine cupboard too. Inside were several packets of throat sweets, cough medicine, and enough pain relief to last you for several weeks too.

“Are you sure that it’s just work that’s bothering you?” Eric asked you as soon as he returned to the room, watching you scramble to place something in your pocket.

“Yeah, of course,” you nervously told him, watching as he placed the mug of hot chocolate just beside you, sitting back where he was too with his coffee. “You know what it’s like when there’s a mountain of work that needs completing.”

A hum came from Eric as he continued to study you, beginning to pick up on so much more. Your nose was dry where you had blown it so much, skin red from how irritable it had become, not to mention the bulge in your pocket where you had you tissues kept.

“So, if I ask you whether you’ve had a cold, you’ll tell me that you haven’t?” Eric pushed, watching on as your expression dropped straight away.

“I was going to mention it,” you frowned, rolling your eyes as you realised that Eric was onto you, figuring out the real reason as to why you had told him not to come round.

The last thing that you wanted for Eric to see was you unwell. You had declined and declined until he didn’t stand for it any longer, inviting himself round, unaware as to what the real reason as to why you had been avoiding him was.

A sigh came from Eric as he moved across the room to sit beside you, resting his hand against the top of your leg to bring you into him.

He wasn’t mad, he was disappointed, mainly that he hadn’t been there to look after you. It hurt him to imagine you being ill by yourself, suffering without anyone there to help you when you needed them, to be able to take some of the pain away for you.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, but Eric’s head quickly shook back across at you.

He got it, your relationship was still only a few months old, you didn’t want him to see you any other way than perfect just yet. But perfect wasn’t what Eric wanted, he just wanted you, whether you were on top of the world or feeling under the weather.

“I wish you would have told me,” Eric whispered down to you, “I could have come and looked after you. I could have made all of your favourite foods, watched all of your favourite programmes with you to try and cheer you up.”

“I thought that I’d be alright within a day or two,” you admitted in reply to him. “I know how busy you are too, I didn’t want to burden you by making you feel as if you had to come and look after me when you’ve got enough on your plate.”

“I could have made time for you,” Eric weakly smiled, “in fact, I would have made time for you. Nobody should be unwell on their own, it must’ve been horrible for you.”

“There were plenty of times when I wanted to give you a call.”

You had lost count of how many times you had reached for your phone, only to stop yourself. Each time you reminded yourself of how busy Eric was, feeling that you’d just be in the way if you asked him to come over.

“I know next time not to feel unwell all by myself, that I can text you and that you won’t be mad at me for asking you over.”

“I’ll never be mad at you for asking me over, even if it is because you feel unwell,” Eric assured you, squeezing you gently too. “Seeing as I’m here now, is there anything that I can do for you? Anything that you want or need that you’ve not been able to get whilst you’ve been stuck here feeling unwell?”

“Right now, I think I just need a cuddle,” you nervously smiled up at him, “I think I’ve been feeling a little bit sorry for myself being ill and alone this past week.”

“I can definitely do that,” he confidently spoke, pulling you even further into him, “I’m here to take care of you now.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it Eric.”

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Masterlist

[moved-nambamjun]

Blue Noise {optional bias}

Pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (female)

Genre: angst, (very slight?) fluff, established relationship 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 600+

A/N: First post! I’m normally not a very angsty writer, so this genre will appear as few and far between. I do like how this small bit turned out, though, so I hope you enjoy ~ any comments and (constructive) criticisms are loved, welcomed and appreciated! :)

        There the girl laid, half curled up on her side in a queen sized bed, her hair fanned out among an ocean of pillows. An amber candle was the only lighting in the admittedly smaller in size, city apartment bedroom. The slightly flickering warmth, accompanied by the distant symphony of the cityscape, sang to her closed eyes and slightly parted lips. Her fingers twitched from where they rested on the pillow beside her, and her shallow breaths inhaled her lover’s scent emanating from the collar of his favorite t-shirt that she stole before he left.

        She was actually awake… to some extent. Not quite asleep, but not completely conscious; floating within that empty space that she could perhaps even sense herself if she turned her slipping mind it’s way, which she did. She felt herself reach out towards the comforting friend, and bask in its heavy warmth as she drifted.

        From the very recesses of her senses she could hear a doorknob behind her, along with the hinges that creaked even louder than the steps leading up the apartment terrace. She stayed floating, knowing the presence in the room to be all too familiar. Tired breathing and rustling clothing fluttered behind her. She allowed the corners of her lips to turn upward at the feeling of the mattress compressing behind her, with arms quickly wrapped around her waist to pull her flush into her lover’s bare chest. She stirred as he buried his face into the back of her neck. Sluggishly turning her body, she reached her arm around to play with the hair on the back of his head, and tilted her face towards him. She lifted her lashes from their resting position, tickling her cheeks, and regarded him in her sight, eyes closed in seeming bliss. They fluttered open to meet hers, and she felt happiness bloom in her chest. His lips parted to speak quietly to her. How she had missed his voice. No matter how much she listened to it through her nearly broken white earbuds, it was never the same as hearing him right next to her. She looked at him expectantly, waiting to drink in his words.

        Just as his lips formed to whisper gently to her, she jumped and sat up.

        Her eyes were wide, heart racing. The dark room was still, the only sign of life being the smell of the freshly extinguished candle’s smoke dancing through the air.

        She slowly closed her eyes and her face scrunched up in pain as she held her breath and looked behind her. She knew that she would see only the sheets, yet she sighed shakily none the less when her suspicions were confirmed, just as they had been many nights before.

        Attempting to suppress her pulse raging in her ears, she wrapped herself back up in bed, buried under the plush covers as she desperately tried to replicate his arms. She pulled them tighter. Bunched the top around her neck. She tried feebly a few more times, and sighed once again. She could not. He had been gone on tour for two months. They were both counting down the days and looking longingly at their calendars whenever they managed to squeeze in a call. They only had to get through one more…the sound of him telling her, “you can do this, honey. We got this,” resonated in her head. She believed him, and she knew that they were much stronger than simply three months apart, but that was hardly a comfort to her at that moment. Hardly a comfort to her now seemingly cold and empty bed. She sighed for the third time, and once again curled the covers around her frame.

        There the girl laid, half curled up on her side in a queen sized bed, her hair fanned out among an ocean of pillows, only this time joined by a steady trickle of tears.

[kpop---scenarios]

@kwanisms made me do this. I had no choice. @mntax

[10:46am]

As you strolled through the bookstore, you browsed, hoping a new book would jump out at you, almost like begging you to read it.

You were extremely overdue for a new find, but so far nothing was grabbing your attention like you had hoped. So instead of leaving, you sat in the small cafe with your favorite book, that you carried everywhere. You swore, you could never get tired of reading it.

You thank the barista as he sets down your coffee, your eyes never leaving your book.

"Is that 13 Reasons Why?" He asks, with a small gasp.

"It is" you reply, looking up to see a very handsome man standing in front of you.

"That's my all time favorite book" he exclaims.

"Really? Its mine too" you laugh.

"I've never met anyone whose read it as many times as me" he says. "But I feel like you might have"

"This is my 15th time" you smile. "It never gets old."

"I feel the same way." He says, his eyes never leaving yours.

You had never felt your heart do the liggle fluttering thing it was currently doing. He was just so sweet, and handsome, and clearly had great taste in books.

"I'm y/n" you say, extending your hand.

"Eric. Eric Nam" he tells you, his hand holding yours for a little bit longer than usual.

But you liked it.

"I know this might be weird, but would you like to grab dinner with me tonight?" He asks.

"I'd love too" you smiled.

You may not have found a new book, but you sure did find something even better.

[soybeantree]

i’m feeling nothing

pairing: eric nam/reader   genre/rating: angsty. based on “lose you” by eric nam word count: 1.2k ps: gif is not ours @yooneroos

Planes taxi to and from their gates. All around you passengers exit and board the planes, but you don’t notice any of them. Your eyes gaze out of the large glass walls, but even still you don’t see the planes. Your body may be in the terminal waiting for your flight, but your mind is back home. Your childhood home. Your mom is calling you to dinner. All of your family has gathered together. The imaginings are so clear that it shocks you when someone taps on your shoulder. It’s Tristan, one of the back up dancers. He’s telling you it’s time to go. Gathering up your bags, you follow him onto the plane. When you reach your seat, you pause and glance around. The seat next to yours is vacant. Its occupant is nowhere in sight. Grabbing the passing shoulder of one of the crew, you ask, “Where’s Eric?” The man shrugs, and you release his shoulder, letting him resume his walk. Not wanting to hold up the flow of foot traffic, you stow your bag and take your seat, pulling out a book from your backpack. While you try to focus on the words, your nerves won’t let you. Every few seconds your head pops up to scan the boarding passengers. None are Eric. He wouldn’t be late though. He’s too responsible for that. Nobody else seems worried though. His manager sits two rows in front of you and looks completely calm. The rest of the crew sprinkled around the cabin are either readying themselves for sleep or on their phones. The foot traffic thins to a trickle, but before your nerves force you from your seat, you see him. He walks with head bowed and doesn’t even raise it to meet your eyes as he stows his bag. You stand to let him through to the window, but still he doesn’t meet your eyes or greet you. “Eric?” But the stewardess is calling everyone’s attention for the safety demonstration. You’ve seen it a thousand times it feels, but you embrace the distraction as your mind whirls with reasons for your boyfriend’s behavior.

Standing in the airport terminal with a cup of coffee in hand, Eric had stared at you. Perfect was the only word to describe you. As long as he has known you, it’s the only word he’s used. Everything about you was perfect for him. His blood would run hot at the thought of you. But standing there staring at you, his blood ran blue. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that it had been this way for some time.

He watched as Tristan tapped you on the shoulder and you two headed for the plan. The rest of the passengers boarded the plan, and he let them go ahead of him as he stared at the spot were you had stood. He wasn’t ready to board the plane yet. He wasn’t ready to face the truth. If he could have stopped time and rewound it back to the start, he would have. But time kept on. So he had boarded the plane. You had tried to speak with him, but he couldn’t speak with you. Not there. There was only one conversation left to have, and he wouldn’t have it with you on a plane. The hotel rooms looks the same as every other hotel room you’ve stayed at on this tour. The rooms, the cities, the shows, they all run together after awhile, and it grows harder to remember where you are and why you’re doing it. When Eric decided to move to Korea and pursue music, you had given him your unconditional support. The miles and hours which had separated you two were difficult, but you were always there to listen to his success and struggles. He would always call you first, and you would always be there to encourage him and celebrate with him. When he asked you to join him, you had. You said goodbye to your family, your friends, and your life to move halfway across the world to be with him. Now, he could come home at night and tell you his struggles and successes. No more miles or hours separated you, but something did. When he said he wanted to go on tour, you had offered to come along. You had hoped it would remove the something that separated you too, but the something only grew larger. Now, you are sitting in a random hotel room in a random city with a gaping hole in your heart as sobs wracked your body. A knock on the door brings a shuddering stop to your sobs and pulls you off your bed. Eric is at the door. He sees the red rims around your eyes. You can tell in the way he swallows, the way his eyes avoid yours. In his hands are a bottle of wine and two glasses. You grab the bottle and give him your back as you walk back into the room. The door clicked shut behind you as you twist the top of the wine bottle. You place it on the nightstand beside you and Eric sets the glasses beside it, neither of you feeling up to drinking. He slowly settles onto the bed across from yours. Neither of you say anything. Neither of you pour. The words neither of you want to say lodge in your throats. “I remember when I first saw you.” You start at the beginning because it seems like the right place. “I thought you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Then I heard you sing, you were just joking around with your friends, but I thought to myself this must be what angels are like.” You glance up to meet his eyes. “I wonder when I stopped seeing you as an angel. I try to think back and find the moment when everything changed. Was it when you moved? Was it during our time apart? Was it after I moved? 

...I can’t find it.” He swallows, but he holds your gaze. “I’m sorry. I took and I took from you and gave you nothing in return. I want to make it all up to you, and the only way I can make it up to you is to break up with you.” His eyes never leave yours as he pulls an envelope from his pocket. “I don’t want to let you go but I have to.” He holds the envelope out to you. It’s a one-way ticket home. You know it without even looking at it. His eyes tell you everything. “If we stay together like this, everything we have, and everything we could have will be destroyed.” It’s true. No matter how much your heart rages in your chest. It’s true. “Maybe, if we let each other go, we’ll be able to find our way back to each other.” He says the words with a smile, but they are empty words and an empty smile. You return the smile, tears blurring your vision. “Maybe.” You say as you take the ticket. Because it’s easier than admitting the truth.

[millionwordidea]

DÍA 22: Breathplay

—Yoondo... —gimotea Yejin—. No vayas tan lento... Te lo suplico... Más rápido...

Yoondo suelta una pequeña risa desdeñosa.

—Qué pena, aún no es momento de que acelere —dice, penetrándola sin cambiar su ritmo—. ¿Y sabes qué? No necesitas gastar tu hermosa voz...

Una de sus manos sube hasta el cuello de Yejin, el cual presiona suavemente con sus largos dedos para restringir su respiración por un momento. Yejin no se queja, sino que sonríe, abre su boca y toma tanto aire como Yoondo se lo permite; también piensa que gastar su voz no es tan mala idea después de todo.

[whereisjenolee]

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❥ mark lee

title: vapor

pairing: mark x y/n

storyline: falling for someone who doesn’t want commitment

themes: angst

summary: mark just wants to be with you, even if it’s not real.

(in which mark will take any piece of you that he can get)

warnings: swearing, drug usage, intoxication

     ↳ read here

playlist: “Strawberries and Cigarettes” by Troye Sivan, “Just a Little Bit of Your Heart” by Ariana Grande, “Lie to Me” by 5 Seconds of Summer, and “Vapor” by 5 Seconds of Summer

❥ lee jeno

title: message in a bottle

pairing: smitten!jeno x crush!y/n

storyline: the person you’re in love with finally returns your feelings

themes: fluff!!!

summary: remember ladies, if he wanted to he would. and jeno really really wants to… he just doesn’t know how. no matter how many times his friends try to force him into confessing directly to you, jeno can’t bring himself to stand within 6 feet of you without feeling like he’s about to combust.

(in which lee jeno overhears that his longtime crush, you, might return his feelings and now his cheeks are blushing and his mind is reeling over what he could possibly do after discovering this remarkable piece of information)

     ↳ read teaser here

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playlist: “Message in a Bottle” by Taylor Swift <3, “Perhaps Love” by Eric Nam and CHEEZE, “Out of My Limit” by 5 Seconds of Summer, and “Just One Day” by BTS

❥ lee donghyuck

title: the other side of the door

pairing: uni student!haechan x uni student!y/n

storyline: a couple that’s not a couple yet that acts more like enemies than lovers

themes: angst, comfort

summary: can’t he just directly tell you what he really wants? of course he can’t, he’s lee haechan! 

(in which lee donghyuck has a hard time expressing his true feelings for you)

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playlist: “The Other Side of the Door” by Taylor Swift

❥ na jaemin

title: part of your world

pairing: uni student!jaemin x uni student!y/n  

storyline: befriending a stranger, unrequited love, strangers to best friends to strangers again

themes: comedy, fluff, angst

summary: from the very first day you became acquainted with na jaemin you knew immediately knew that you wanted to be someone close to him. and somehow you’ve managed to wiggle your way into his bubble, befriending jaemin himself along with all of his close friends. slowly, he becomes a constant in your everyday life, just like you had hoped for. but alas, you realize too late that you were never meant to be a part of his world.

(in which you see your relationship with jaemin for how it really is and come to terms with your misplacement in his life)

     ↳ read here

playlist: “My Favorite Clothes” by RINI, “Story of Another Us” by 5 Seconds of Summer

title: like we always do

pairing: jaemin x reader

storyline: unrequited love both ways, seeing someone be better off without you

themes: angst, some fluff

summary: within your not-so-exclusive (to jaemin, at least) relationship, jaemin is always the one who doesn’t take your feelings seriously. when you find him messing with another girl yet again, you finally decide to stop seeing the good in him, but for the person he really is: a dickhead asshole. having had enough of his games, you break things off with him without a second thought, assuming jaemin won’t even notice your absence. little do you (and jaemin) know just how much you really mean to him.

(in which jaemin doesn’t know what he’s got until it’s gone)

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playlist: “always” by keshi, “Dancing with The Devil” by NIKI, and “La La Lost You” by NIKI

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❥ the streamer chronicles

characters: streamer!y/n, roommate streamer!jeno, roommate streamer!jaemin, roommate streamer!haechan, youtuber!renjun, youtuber!chenle, youtuber!jisung, tiktoker!mark

themes: fluff, comedy

summary: a collection of snippets of content creating friends

(in which you get a glimpse of what living in a house of twitch streamers consists of!)

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disclaimer!!! y/n insert will always be written as fem unless specified otherwise