#it’s the way I just realized my man is hyuck coded

[smileysuh]

Sooo people loved my recent svt motorcycle fic- and I know we’re all hoes for motorcycle baddies- my man took me to a ride night two nights ago for the first time with like 30 other Harley dudes and during the ride I concocted an nct motorcycle idea 👀 it’s uh… it’s gonna be something, June for nct motorcycle au 😘

[wypapichulo]

𝟕 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

pairing ; lee donghyuck x reader genre ; fluff, very very slight angst / high school au word count ; 5010 words warnings ; some explicit language? the use of the word 'shit' a few times? playlist ; dive into you – nct dream | walk you home – nct dream | best friend – rex orange county | anti-romantic – txt | can't take my eyes off you – frankie valli | backyard boy – claire rosinkranz author's note ; i hope the ending doesn't sound too rushed,, aah i just lost the vibe and wanted to get it done ;,, i hope it's alright🚶 dt ; @matchaeee <3

Making someone you don't know fall for you would have been easier. Making your best friend fall in love with you? A little bit more of a hassle But not unless they've been in love with you from the start.

“I can make her fall in love with me in 7 days”

Haechan had said this whilst he was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the small convenience store beside an exasperated looking Jeno. “Hyuck, I’m pretty sure you can’t.”, “No I’m confident!” He continued, sipping his carbonated drink and cutting Jeno off as he spoke, “Look– I know her inside and out, I’m sure I know just the right tricks to make her fall for me!”

Jeno sighed slightly, knowing it was no use to force Haechan to listen to him. “You shouldn’t play with feelings like this…” He started, taking a sip of his own soda, “Can’t you just tell her you like her like a normal person–“, “you’re seriously no fun.” Jeno deadpanned at the statement, hand ready to reach for the brunets to pull his fingers back, “I just wanna see if she really likes me back for real!” he said, hands fidgeting with the rim of the soda can, “I don’t know, what if she doesn’t like me and rejects me when I ask her!”

“So the only logical way to fix that is by ‘making her fall in love with you in seven days’?!” Jeno exclaimed, nearly in tears at his own friend’s stupidity. Haechan grinned, “well if she doesn’t like me yet, she’ll definitely like me by the end of this.”

“I’m going to forget about him in the next 7 days.”

Renjun looked up in surprise at the girl’s statement, never having thought of the day she’d finally say it.

“You won’t.” He stated simply, continuing to sketch the tree outside the window of her room. She whined slightly, turning her attention to the boy in her room, “and what makes you say that?”

“You said that two years ago.”, “I was younger then!”, “Sure you were.”

She groaned, falling back on her bed with a thud, “I need to try… this one-sided shit is getting to me…”

Turning to look at the heap of sadness on the bed, Renjun sighed quietly. “I definitely won’t question you if you tell me you’re still in love with him by the end of it.”

“I’m only trying right?”

DAY 1

“How you doin’ gorgeous~”

To say she was shocked was an understatement. What?

“What do you want Hyuck.” She asked with a deadpan, staring down at the blank page of her notebook. Her plan was to study but it seemed as if the man duped as her best friend had other ideas. “I don’t want anything! Can’t I say nice things about you?” He said, taking the seat across from her.

The library was quiet, save for the few students chattering mutedly by the computers. The whole day Haechan had been fine– normal, so to speak… He sat next to her as usual during lunch–as they barely shared any classes this school year–and joked around for a bit, he stole the milk that she had painstakingly waited behind a line of first years to buy, giving her a presumably empty promise that he’d buy her another one… but then he came in the library and said that?

“You’ve never called me that before,” she scoffed, “and if you have, I’d remember.”

Of course she would. Somehow every compliment he had given her always stuck in her mind, even the few ingenuine ones that came out as jokes. The time he called her quick witted when she replied to one of his jokes, the time he said she was pretty good at math’s when she had explained to him how to find an axis… And of course there was the time he had exclaimed how she was prettier than the girl she had been talking shit about… not one of her best feats but... it was something.

So to have him call her gorgeous, even if it was just as a passing nickname… it was something that made her cheeks burn when she remembered his exact wording of the sentence.

“Well that doesn’t matter does it?” he said, leaning over the table to read through the same passage as she had been going through for the last hour, trying to fit anything and everything in her head. “Are you having trouble with anything?”

“Nothing you can help me with.” She scoffed, turning a page. “Aw, come on, don’t say that!” he laughed aloud, earning him an abundance of shushes from the few students scattered around the area. “I’m sure I, with my great expertise, can help you in some way with–“ he looked down at the chapter’s name, “intercontinental… exchange… what the hell is this–“

She laughed lightly at his confusion, “It’s economics,” she smiled, making his heart race with anticipation for some unknown reason, “you won’t get it.”

“Well maybe if you taught me, I’d understand.” He chuckled softly, sitting properly once more and sighing as he stared at the soft curve of her lips. She blushed lightly, realizing the direction of his eyes and looking back down to her book.

Barely the first day and she was already smitten once more with him… she wondered if she’d ever manage to escape from the trap that was Lee Donghyuck.

DAY 2

Closing her locker up, she nearly went into cardiac arrest as she saw none other than Haechan leaning on the locker right beside hers.

“Donghyuck! You almost gave me a heart attack!” she exclaimed, heart pounding at a thousand beats per second… or not– maybe she was just exaggerating…

He smirked, an image that had always and forever will be engraved into the crevices of her mind. “I hope that’s a good thing?”

She merely rolled her eyes at him, shoving her textbook into her backpack. “no.” she stated with a deadpan, turning to walk away. “Wait uppp!” he whined, following along behind the exasperated girl. If Jeno was tired of him, then she was something else entirely. How she managed to keep up with the outgoing boy was a mystery even to herself.

“Are you busy this weekend?” he asked as he caught up with her and took long steps to follow along with her short quick paces, “I was thinking maybe we could go to that new café that just opened– you know, the library one?”

She kept on walking, but her pace slowed significantly. A small tell to her interest in the subject. He smiled.

“You don’t even like reading much.” She said with a chuckle, “why’d you wanna go there?” She asked softly glancing up at him. “Well… you like reading… so–“ he shrugged slightly “–I thought you’d enjoy it…”

See this was the thing about him. Whenever she had made a commitment to stop thinking about him–leave her feelings for him in the dust–he’d always come back strong, making her feel as if he never wanted her to stop liking him. But what could she do? It seemed as if he never had the slightest interest in being anything other than friends.

She smiled softly, sighing as she opened her mouth to give out a small, “alright.” As her answer to his invitation.

“Great! It’s a date!”

The four words stopped her in her tracks between the horde of students walking to and from to get to their classes.

He only grinned, turning to face her as he walked backwards. “I’ll see you after class!”

She was frozen in place it seemed. Blinking as she watched the retreating back of the boy who had… just asked her out?

Again, confusion had begun to settle in. Was this ‘date’ meant to be a romantic date? Or just– one where they hung out as friends and had coffee?

In her confusion, she had forgotten to ask him about the exact day of which their little ‘date’ was supposed to be on… but she was sure he’d text her everything she needed to know about it, right down to the dress code.

Retracing her thoughts, maybe she was wrong… this might have been the first time he’d ever shown any interest in being anything more than friends… And to be quite honest, it may or may not have scared her…

What would she do if it turned out he really had feelings for her…? DAY 3

“I thought you said you were going to stop liking him.”

She had found Renjun in the art room as per usual, painting away at whatever his heart had decided to explore. The golden particles drifted in from the late afternoon sun as she had just finished up her own after school activity. “I want to… But he’s making it so hard!” she exclaimed, sitting on a table to the side at the back of the room.

Renjun was somehow her only sane friend, and even so, he preferred to stay out of her messy love life with the undeniably annoying Haechan. Not to mention that he couldn’t even talk to Haechan without bursting a nerve. “I don’t understand how you don’t see how annoying the boy is.” He said nonchalantly as he continued to mix and match an array of greens to the trees he had started on. “Just thinking of that should be enough to stir you away from him.”

Sighing in aggravation to her situation, she sticked out her tongue at the back of his head. “I saw that.” He stated, barely even looking up from his canvas. “’course you did…” she grumbled lowly, pouting and looking out of the window.

“That’s just the thing…” she started, her tone soft and her eyes unfocused, “he’s not… annoying…”

Renjun scoffed aloud, nearly keeling over in laughter. “Are you sure about that?” He said in between his dying giggles, turning to finally look at the girl who was now looking at him with an unamused look. “Shut up– you know what I mean!” she cried out in annoyance. He made a face, turning back to his painting and continuing to work on the piece. “Really, when you get to know him– he’s more than that!” she tilted her head back to rest on the cool wall of the classroom.

“Today he actually got me the milk I wanted…” she muttered softly, “It’s not much of course… but…”

“You said the other day that you had to wait a long time to get the milk cause of those underclassmen, so– y’know– I got it for you.”

“But it’s enough for you to stay deeply in love with him isn’t it.” Renjun sighed, knowing that she would start yelling as soon as the thought sunk in her head.

To his surprise, she didn’t. She simply sat in thought in the back of the class, watching as Renjun shrugged and continued with his painting. She mulled it over, what he said, and came to the personal conclusion that he in fact was right. It was no use in fighting the feeling. She really did care for him… a little afraid to say love– but she cared for him immensely nonetheless.

She got off the table and walked towards where Renjun sat with his canvas and patted his shoulder lightly.

“Thanks Renjunnie.”

“I told you not to call me that… makes me sound like a child...” He murmured, rolling his eyes before continuing, “what are you even thanking me for anyways? I didn’t do anything. The feelings were there the whole time.”

Her lips turned up slightly, and she hummed softly before walking towards the door.

“You did more than you think.” She said, turning to look at him once more as she opened the door. He merely looked at her in puzzlement, not understanding just how he had helped her in her quest of love. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow!”

“Yeah… see you…” he muttered quietly, his eyebrows still furrowed in confusion, before shaking his head as the door fell shut.

“Why are all my friends so weird…”

DAY 4

The living room of her house was spacious.

Very much so that she wondered why it felt as if she couldn’t even get a distance away from the clingy boy.

Haechan had come over to help her with some of her class work she was struggling with, and truly, she couldn’t thank him enough for the help… but why did he have to sit so close to her?

He had been reading a passage out to her from the book, shoulders brushing ever so slightly against one another, causing her cheeks to flare with heat. Every single move he made seemed to make her tense up all the more.

She was never like this! Each time they had studied together, even as much as she liked him, it never caused her to blush or fidget as much as she was doing now.

Maybe it was the effect of realizing that he might like her after all… The last three days were such an improvement in that area of their relationship that it made her wonder if he actually had liked her all along and just decided to showcase it all now.

“And that’s why the tectonic pressure in this area is much larger than here.” He explained– arm stretching slightly over her to point at an image on the book. For some unknown reason, she had held her breath ever so slightly as to maybe become stone in the next few seconds. He turned to look at her– their faces not too far from one another, and it was like time had stopped right in that moment, just to make her realize how much trouble she was in by falling for this forsaken boy. She could feel her face redden to the deep color of the roses on the front porch of her house, and suddenly, all she wanted to do was melt into a puddle right there and then.

Oddly enough, he seemed to be reactionless. It was as if the proximity of their faces had absolutely no effect on his own heart, bringing up the question in her mind once more whether he actually held any feelings for her other than the simple platonic ones.

“You weren’t paying attention were you?”

Her eyebrows raised to her hairline, quite literally, at the accusing statement he had thrown upon her. “I– Hey! I was listening!”

Suddenly every single feeling of embarrassment left her body as she pushed him playfully, as a means to get away from him as well. He yelped aloud, his back hitting the couch. “You weren’t!” he called out, a smile beginning to grow on the edges of his lips, “I can tell when you’re listening and when you’re not! And here, you were clearly not!”

She laughed loudly, throwing her head back as she did so. It had been ages since she had laughed so freely, and Haechan soaked up every single moment of it. His smile softened as he watched she tips of her eyes crinkle up and turn into crescents– the sound of her laughter as melodious as his own favorite song. In the moment, he wished so dearly he could just reach over and kiss her face all over, his heard filling up with affection he wished to shower her with.

Her laughter died down and she simply turned to look at him with a look in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “I really haven’t laughed that much in a while…” she said softly, watching as he nodded in listening. “I can tell.”

She giggled lightly once more. “Should we go back to studying?” she asked, a teasing smile gracing her features, to which he merely scoffed and laughed at.

“Only if you’ll listen properly this time.”

Another 3 days to go. If he was able to successfully make her fall for him, he’d be able to do all he wanted and more. DAY 5

So maybe accepting a walk home from the person you’re trying to forget about isn’t the best strategy to go with… but– in defense, Haechan had been more the one to tag along home, rather than ask her if she wanted anyone to walk her.

She had gotten used to it… but with the antics of the past week and the upcoming date on the Sunday (Yes he had given her all the information the night before. Yes he sent her every available picture there was of the place. Yes he was very excited and honestly, so was she.), who wouldn’t?

As Saturday was a day where she and the rest of the ’00 liners’–as they all preferred to call themselves (though their whole school year was the ’00 line’ so honestly that nickname was rather stupid)–usually had a game night at either Jeno or Jaemin’s house, both she and Haechan had settled on going to the cute little library-esque café on the Sunday.

The whole way home, Haechan couldn’t help but stare softly as she recounted the events of the day. Again, being in different classes had its perks, as there was always something new to tell each other about.

Every step he took felt heavier. He knew they both were getting closer to her house– every time he saw a bench on the side of the street his instinct would tell him to sit down with her and just talk for longer, wanting to keep all her minutes for himself selfishly.

“So that’s why she was kicked out of the class today– I honestly can’t believe she had the nerve to pull that off!” laughing slightly, she turned to face Haechan, “I’m sure you’d do some stupid shit like that too.”

Haechan snapped out of his short daze if not to cry out words of denial, causing her to laugh even louder at his insistence that he would not blend and eat drink his homework just to get extra time on a project.

“After all, I’m not stupid– I don’t need extra project time since I’m just that smart!” He huffed, glancing to the girl beside him to see if he had gauged a reaction out of her. To his delight, she laughed once more, letting him relish in her melodic laughter. “you’re really full of yourself you know?”

This erupted another fit of laughter and denial to spurt from the two, pitter patting home for the day. “I’m not full of myself! I’m just confident!”, “same difference, Hyuck.” She said between breaths as her laughter finally died down.

He merely huffed and pouted­– turning to the side and glancing at her a few times to gain her remorse for her mean words ; it clearly didn’t work as all she did was giggle softly and shook her head.

The brush of the back of their hands made his heart pound faster. He glanced down to look and there it was, the soft hand he wanted to hold in his so much. He looked back up in a panic– noticing that they were getting closer to her house.

Unknown to him, her heart was just as heavy at the thought of having to part with him for the day. Though she knew tomorrow would be another day that would definitely be spent with him, it made her sorrowful to think of the fact that they’d have to be apart for the night. Cheesy as it may seem.

As they stood in front of the pathway up to her front door, he debated internally on whether or not he should do what he wanted to do or not, his head spinning at the thought of her maybe thinking he was an idiot for what he was about to do. She smiled up at him, a silent goodbye being exchanged between them, before turning around to walk up the pavement to her house.

“(Y/N)!”

Her feet stopped, and in turn, so did her heart. In a good way, of course, but it stopped nonetheless. She stayed silent for a moment before turning to face the brunet once more. “Yeah?” she asked quietly, a soft smile present on her features.

His mouth dried up. He had nothing to say– stupid! Why did he stop her like that then?

“I– Uh…” he faltered in his words; eyes still stuck on her face. Lips, to be specific.

She tilted her head slightly in question, wondering what was going through that enigma of a mind everyone called Haechan. “Hyuck?”

He smiled and shook his head, opting to grin at her like the idiot in love he was. “Until we meet again tomorrow~” he said in a mock posh accent which made her giggle lightly behind her hand. She merely shook her head and turned once more, walking up to her front door and opening it slowly, turning to give him one last smile before she closed the door.

There he stood like a lovestruck fool in the middle of her driveway as he watched her back turn as she finally walked into the house.

“I wish I had the courage to give you that hug…” DAY 6

Jeno’s house was the choice of the week, Haechan and Jaemin having pestered him into agreement over where they’d all be bundling into for the afternoon.

“I really don’t see why it should have to be my house!” Jeno whined as he stepped into the living room with snacks in hand, “It was already my house last week! It should be nana’s this week…” he trailed off, grumbling as he stepped over the legs of a serious Haechan and sat between the sole girl in their group and Jaemin on the floor. Jaemin laughed aloud, “you have the comfiest sofa!” he hollered out, earning him a kick from Renjun, who’s legs he was sitting in between.

“You’re not even sitting on the sofa,” Renjun retaliated for Jeno, cutting him some slack, “you’re leaning on my legs.”

“Well they sure are comfy if that’s what you’re implying.” Jaemin said, pressing at the buttons erratically as he flurried to beat Haechan at what seemed to be a simple game of mario kart. Hey, anything to beat Haechan right?

“DAMN!” Haechan yelled, causing the girl seated beside him to jump slightly in her seat. Jaemin only laughed, leaning his head up to look at an unimpressed Renjun.

“Hyuck give me the controller, I’m gonna beat Jaemin.” Renjun said with some form of courage to beat the one and only Nana. “Sure you are,” he said, standing up and handing the controller over to Renjun. “Anymore soda anyone?” he asked, stepping to the side to head over to the kitchen. “I’ll have a soda!”, “alrighty! One soda coming right up!” Haechan called out, turning right out to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna run out of sodas at the rate you’re drinking them…” Jeno murmured to her softly, a giggle erupting out of her lips, “fine then– I’ll have a cup of tea instead, ‘s that better?” she asked softly, smiling at the black-haired boy beside her. Jeno smiled back, his eyes disappearing behind his perfect crescents, “I’ll go get you some then.” He said, standing up from his seat to get her some tea.

Walking into the kitchen, he tutted lightly as he found Haechan going through his fridge. “And what if my mom was the one who had walked in?” Jeno stated with a deadpan, rolling his eyes at the idiotic grin his friend gave him. “First off– she’s not home. Second off– your mom loves me!” Haechan exclaimed, closing the fridge behind him after finding nothing of his interest. He picked up the sodas on the counter– before Jeno stopped him. “She changed her mind on the sodas, said she’d have tea instead.” He explained, moving to the cabinets to take out some tea to brew for her, to which Haechan simply hummed in understanding before cracking one of the soda cans open and sipping it.

“So…” Jeno started, turning to face him as he leaned on the counter behind him, “how’s the love quest?” He queried, wondering about his best friends own pursuit of love. “Is she ‘in love’ with you yet?”

Haechan shrugged slightly, “I sure hope she is… if not then I’m not sure what I’m gonna do tomorrow…”

“Why… What’s tomorrow?” Jeno questioned again, tilting his head in confusion. In Haechan’s mind… he looked rather like a lost puppy…

“Date.” The only word that came out of Haechan’s mouth as he stared with a smirk on his face to the boy standing opposite him.

Jeno’s eyes widened significantly, “Date? You mean you asked her out successfully?”

Haechan grinned, “Of course I did!”, he boasted smugly, “only a fool wouldn’t be able to make her fall in love! Especially with the shitty dudes she’s liked before.”

Jeno looked up in glee, “then– after that– my days of hell are over! I won’t have to listen to your lamenting again!” He whined when Jeno exclaimed that, shaking his head, “I wasn’t lamenting, you were the one who complained about my topic of conversation–“ he paused, rolling his eyes at the grinning puppy-like boy.

“Alright fine maybe I was,” he agreed begrudgingly, “But hey! I managed to make her fall in love with me AND score a date in 7 days! My lamenting wasn’t for nothing after all!”

Their shared laughter was cut short by the sound of the slamming of the front door and the cries of both Renjun and Jaemin. Haechan looked up worriedly at Jeno, who in turn gestured him to the kitchen exit.

“what’s wrong?” Haechan asked once he reached by the front door beside the other two boys. “You!” Renjun seethed, turning to glare at the brunet, “She was already trying to forget about you and now you play with her feelings like this!”

Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Haechan scoffed, “I never played her like shit! I was always honest!”, “Then tell me what this stupid 7 day bet is all about!” Renjun yelled in his face, angry for his best friend who had muffled out in tears the short reason she was leaving so early.

“Bet?” he questioned, truly confused as to the entirety of the situation, “what fucking bet?”

Renjun rolled his eyes, “Don’t play stupid Donghyuck. You were talking to Jeno about some 7 day bet to get her to like you or something–”, “wait, this is all wrong!” Jeno exclaimed, “We never made a bet! Hyuck wanted to confess to her at the end of the week, and that’s why the whole week he had been making proper advances to her…”

The room stilled as the clarity of the situation which was misunderstood settled into their heads.

“I need to talk to (Y/N).” DAY 7

Checking her phone, she grumbled slightly, rereading the message that Haechan had sent to her the evening prior, or rather, spammed her endlessly.

hyuck ♡ : please come tomorrow.

hyuck ♡ : i really really have to talk to you about this :((

hyuck ♡ : please please please

hyuck ♡ : I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t come :(((

hyuck ♡ : please? At least consider it?

Sighing quietly as she scrolled through the abundance of messages of theirs from previous sleepless nights, she jumped when she heard the call of the voice she had cried herself to sleep over the night before. Oh his treacherous voice, hurting her feelings like that with the words that came out of his wretched mouth yesterday.

“(Y/N)!” he said, jogging up to her with a grin spread on his face, almost as if yesterday had been a dream and she had simply hallucinated the entire event. But she knew better than to believe him that fast.

Giving him a curt nod, she spoke up before anything could leave his mouth– “Tell me, Donghyuck, what happened yesterday?” she started, face hard with the cut still deep in her heart. His smile faltered, realizing just how much his words had hurt her feelings the day before.

“Do you take my feelings as a joke?” she asked again, looking to her feet in fear of her eyes betraying her and leaving tear stains across her cheeks, “because if you do then i–“

“No!” he cut, knowing that if he let this go on for longer it would only hurt her more, “No, I’d never!”

She was quiet, listening to the sound of his ragged breathing, almost as if the quietness would let her hear the sound of his heartbeat.

“Then what… what…”

He sighed softly, “I was… scared.”

Looking up, she was met with the troubled face of the person she once thought to be the largest of mysteries. “I didn’t want to be faced with rejection, I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you, as a friend or as…” he cleared his throat slightly, turning to the side, “as something more.”

The tension was thick, the street around them continuing on its route of life whilst they both stood in their own quiet bubble. Her eyes softened at his statement, the pieces of the puzzle which was Haechan starting to become clearer by every word.

“And you thought the most logical way to go, was to ‘make me fall in love with you in seven days’? come on Hyuck we’re not in some stupid romance movie–“, Haechan’s whine cut her voice short, “You sound just like Jeno now!” he cried, making her laugh softly, before stepping forward to take his hand in hers.

He looked down at their intertwined hands and looked right back up at her questioningly. “what…”

“If you liked me, you really should have just said so…” she muttered softly, shaking her head with a slight giggle, “If you did, it definitely would have saved us 7 days.”

He grinned widely, “so this… makes us boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?” he asked, grin turning into a teasing smirk on his face, making the girl before him scoff and laugh.

“We’ll see in 7 days.”

[hailene]

Perfect Imperfection (2)

Perfect Imperfection| part two

Characters: Jaemin x female lead, Chenle x female lead (the girl will go by the name of Aeri)

Genre: fluff, angst, writer!au, highschool!au

Word count: 4.1K

Summary: Aeri is the teenager who writes. Finding inspiration in anything surrounds her, her ideas go wild once she meets the perfect character, Na Jaemin. As a writer becomes obsessive with their favourite character, Aeri grows a weird passion for the bright boy. However, she's so focused on painting Jaemin as perfectly as possible, that she ignores the furry of fiery hair that takes her to night walks and shows her secret places around the town. Despite knowing everything, she forgets that playing with fire means getting burnt. And that sometimes, when we remember to stop, it's too late.

part one》part two》part three

I knock at the front door and wait patiently for somebody to open it. The small chance that Chenle has already read my notebook was bothering me deep down and all that I wanted was to have my stories back.

I hear footsteps approaching the door and a few seconds later, it opens.

"He-..."

And Jaemin looks at me surprised.

"...y." I whisper, still stunned by the sutuation. "And sorry for bothering you, I must've got the wrong address."

Lee Donghyuck, you little piece of shi-...

"Hey, Aeri!" He smiles. "Come in, you're not bothering me."

"It's really just a misunderstanding, I'll leave so-..."

"No, really, come in. Do I not deserve an explanation at least?" He asks on a serious tone but smiles warmly.

I sigh and follow him inside. His house was far from being something you’d call “too much”. It looked cosy and warm, spacious enough and it looked like it would smell like baked cookies on a Saturday evening. However, it was lacking something, it made me feel like I shouldn’t be here.

Well, of course, I really shouldn’t be here, but-...

"So what brings you in Nana land?" He asks, closing the door behind me.

I smile as I take my shoes off.

"Nana land?" I ask as he passes by me, heading towards the room in front of us which looked like a kitchen.

"My house, of course." He says, turning to look at me. "Would you like to drink something? I have water, coffee, tea-..."

"Water is fine." I nod, trying to make things as easy as possible for him.

But realising the only one who's having a hard time is me.

He brings me a glass of water, gesturing me to follow him into the room next to the kitchen, the living room. It was pretty decorated, neat and it really reminded me of Jaemin somehow.

"Story time!" He beams while sitting on the sofa, looking at me.

I give him a confused glance before realizing what he's talking about. I sit in an armchair across from him and clear my throat.

"So I bumped into one of my classmates today and we accidentally took each other's notebook... and I need mine so I wanted to pay him a visit. I asked my friend Donghyuck to send me his address... because he 's good at this stuff, but he, hopefully accidentally, sent me yours."

Jaemin chuckles. My hurts twirls.

"I haven't known Lee Donghyuck for too long but I don't think it was by accident." He smiles.

I sigh.

"You're right... I should've known that he's gonna prank me again." I say and Jaemin gives me a small smile.

"Again?"

"Yeah... we've been friends ever since we were in primary school... and he barely misses any chance to make me regret it." I say, shrugging.

"I wish I could be friends for somebody that long..." he sighs and I look at him confused.

But before I can say anything, my phone rings. I excuse myself and pull it out from the pocket of my jeans, only to see Jeno's name displayed on the screen.

"What is it, loser?" I ask after sliding the green button.

"Aeri, we kinda... uhm, something happened and we might kinda... need you to get us out... of the police station?"

"You might kinda need me to what?" I say incredulous.

"Please, pretty please!" I hear my bestfriend asking in despair. "I promise to explain all of this later, I-..."

"You better." I sigh. "I'm on my way."

I end the call and stand up, Jaemin following suit, looking at me confused.

"Is there anything wrong?" He asks me on a concerned tone.

"Just my friends going to jail, you know, the basic." I laugh my anger away. "I'm so so incredibly sorry, Jaemin, I promise to make up for this soon-..."

"Don't worry about this." He says putting on a jacket. "I'm not gonna let you walk alone at this hour anyway."

I look at him stunned as he makes his way to the entrance door.

"Let's go!" He says and for a second, I feel like his smile might shine brighter than the sun.

***

I find Jeno and Hyuck sitting at one of the desks in the police main office, looking at the policeman in front of them with puppy eyes. However, he was oblivious to their miserable gazes, as he was writing something that I assumed was a report.

"Lee Jen-..."

"Guys?"

I turn around and I find my classmate looking at us bewildered, his bright orange hair ruffled, strongly contrasting with his dark clothes. He looked like he had been running to get here and I can only imagine the reason why this weird combination of humans were here tonight at the police station.

I close my eyes and sigh.

"It's time for the explanation, boys." I say and cross my arms over my chest.

"Are you the owner of the house?" The police officer asks, ignoring me.

"Which house-..."

"I am." Chenle says behind me and both me and Jaemin turn to him bewildered.

I frown and turn to my friends, rage taking over me.

"Okay what the hell did you do?" I ask.

"They broke into a house, but the security alarm went off and they were caught by one of our equipage." The police officer says while gathering the papers. He looked young, young enough to seem amused by the whole situation.

However, I was pretty much stupefied.

"You what?" I ask on a higher pitch than my usual voice.

"We really didn't mean any harm, we-..."

"Save whatever you have to say for the juries, this kid shall press charges against-..."

"I won't!" Chenle jumps near us. "I won't, this has all been a misunderstanding, we'll sort it out."

"Are you sure, kid?" The police officer asks Chenle incredulously and the boy nods his head firmly.

"Yes, there's really no need of any paper or such... we'll figure it out!" He says.

The police officer looks at him confused for a few seconds before sighing and waving his hand tiredly.

"Fine, I guess." He says, before turning to Jeno and Donghyuck. "You two are free to go now... try not to get in trouble from now on, though."

My friends nod their heads and thank the police officer while standing up. The man waves them off and returns to his papers. He looked too young to be imagined eating donuts like the cops in movies but I couldn’t get over at how funnily unbothered he seemed to be by the whole situation.

"Hey, kid, I need you to sign some papers." The man tells Chenle and he hurries to his desk.

***

"So what was all of that about?" I ask, anger taking over me.

"We felt bad for telling you the wrong address so we thought we could get your notebook-..."

"By breaking into Chenle's house?" I interrupt Jeno. "I can't believe you did that, guys, that's-..."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Hyuck says. "I really am, I didn't mean to go this far, I swear."

"I can imagine you didn't plan to end up at the police station."

I turn around as I suddenly hear footsteps behind me and my eyes meet Chenle's fiery hair. I step towards him, my heart beating fast, full of anxiety.

"Chenle, I'm so so incredibely sorry-..."

"There's nothing you should apologize for." He gives me a small smile before looking at Hyuck and Jeno. "I'm sure you guys had a good reason for breaking into my house."

He wasn't mad. He seemed actually amused. He looked like he knew this was only a misunderstanding, like he knew there was nothing he should be worrying about.

Donghyuck explained him the situation, with a rare serious expression on his face. Chenle was slightly nodding here and there, signaling that he was understanding the situation, slowly but surely lifting the weight from my heart.

"So that's why. We're so sorry, we-..."

"That's alright, don't worry." Chenle waved it off before turning towards me. "Would you like get your notebook tonight, or can it wait until tomorrow?"

I shift awkwardly.

"I would be really thankful if I could get it tonight." I say and he nods.

"Let's go then."

***

Jeno, Donghyuck and Jaemin have gone home, leaving Chenle and I alone and if it weren't for the events that had occured tonight, I swear I wouldn't and couldn't have felt as awkward as I feel right now. We walk in silence, Chenle probably sensing my nervousness and deciding not to say a word the whole time.

When we arrive in front of his house- an actual big ass villa, I must say- I decide to speak.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

He nods, tapping some sort of code on the entrance door. There was no secret that Zhong Chenle was one of the richest kids in town, but all the fanciness that he was living in still amazed me all the time, mostly because he almost never acted like a rich kid, or the way people think usual rich kids act like.

"Have you maybe... read my notebook or something?" I ask.

"I haven't." He says, opening the door for me. "Why would I?"

I shrug as he leaves the hall, probably going to get my notebook. Everything around me was bright and clean, warm lights shining and giving me a strong feeling of home, despite the fact that I have never ever stepped foot into this house.

"Here." He says, handing me the notebook and making me flinch as I wasn't aware of his return.

"Thanks." I say. "And I'm so sorry, once again, for everything."

Chenle waves it off.

"That's alright, really." He smiles. "Anyways I guess all of tonight's events might be a great source of inspiration for you, right?"

I look at him confused.

"Yeah, I... guess?" I say.

"Such a shame they didn't get to break in the house of your perfect character, that would've been way-..."

"YAH ZHONG CHENLE!" I suddenly speak- or better said scream. "You said you hadn't read it!"

He steps back defensively, but he looked rather amused than scared.

"I haven't. I just happened to have seen some lines." He smiles.

"Yah, you... you..." I stutter. "Yah Chenle..."

I sigh and he chuckles.

"You have to pretend you have never seen anything from between these covers, okay?" I say on a serious tone and he laughs. "I'm being serious, Chenle!"

"Okay, okay, fine." He smiles and I sigh once again.

"Promise me." I say and he raises his hands defensively.

"I promise." Chenle says. "Your lines are safe with me."

He gestures zipping his mouth and throwing the key away and I smile.

"But Na Jaemin is really lucky."

"Yaaah!" I cry and he laughs loudly, making a strong feeling of annoyance grow in my heart. And something more.

***

I was sitting on the bleachers with Renjun and Yeji, waiting for the try-outs to start. Jeno and Donghyuck were standing on the edge of the basketball court, throwing enthusiastic smiles here and there to the boys who wanted to get in the team. Jaemin was sitting on the ground patiently, making small talk with some other kids that unlike him, seemed teriffied. He was giving off warm vibes and self-confidence, the kind that makes somebody even more attractive than they already are. It was an orange Thursday sunset, the time of the day that was my personal favourite because it made me feel inspired. I was barely holding back from pulling out my notebook and sketching a few writing aesthetics on its pages.

We weren't the only ones who'd come to watch the try-outs, but maybe we were the most relevant ones, because the biggest part of the people sitting in the bleachers were fangirls of the basketball team, mostly Jeno’s, Jisung’s and Donghyuck's, as always. Jisung and I weren't that close, he was the kind of kid who was your friend's friend and who would probably help you if you ever needed him. But we didn't have any kind of common interests or anything of that kind, which was basically pretty weird for me. Ever since I started writing, I have tried to get closer to people of all kind, mostly because socializing and dealing with real events inspired me but kept me mentally steady as well. It's never been his case. He was nice, attractive even, probably too attractive for his own good and a great friend to Jeno. But that was it about it.

I guess some humans simply don't click. I've figured in time it's alright to be neutral regarding some people, it's alright to have a good impression about them but to choose to admire them from afar.

Yeji was communicating through gestures with Jeno and I was barely holding back my laughter at Jeno's terrible skills in this field. When I first met Yeji, I had this weirdly good feeling about her, as if she belonged in my story. And I realized why when I saw her sitting quietly on the edge of the basketball court on a Friday evening, watching my bestfriend as if he put the stars in the sky.

Comparing to my relationship with Jisung, Renjun and I are way closer. I could never find a specific reason for this, though, so I came up with the conclusion that some people will click with you and some won't, without any particular reason. Unlike any of my friends, Renjun doesn't hang out with me regularly. Weeks can go by without us seeing each other, but we're always coming back as if we have never been apart. He's the first person I would show my pieces of writing to, if I ever decided to show them to someone. I trust him a lot, because unlike kids our age, he is considerate and mature.

A mess of fiery hair distracts me from my thoughts and I don't have squint my eyes to realize it's none other than Zhong Chenle. Despite his simple appearance, a loose black t-shirt and basketball shorts, everybody was looking at him. It was no secret Zhong Chenle was rich and the number of people who wanted to befriend him just because of that wasn't little, but he didn't seem to care. He never did. His signature amused smile made its way up to his lips and I couldn't help but smile too. It was contagious, his brightness could literally light up the night, even though few took their time to realize this. We've grown up with this weird idea that rich people will always play behind you and know how to play with you. But the ones who have met Zhong Chenle know now better than to believe those stories. And I'm glad I'm one of those people too.

Chenle spots Jaemin and a his smile widens, his pace picking up in order to get faster next to the older boy. I watch them, without being able to hear their conversation, to my disappointment. I didn't know they were close or at least close enough to make Chenle run to Jaemin like that.

Wait...

What if Chenle tells him about my notes about him?

I feel my world suddenly stoping at the thought and my pulse accelerating.

But he promises not to.

Still.

I try to shake off this uneasy feeling, but to no avail.

Shortly after Chenle came, the try-outs began and each of the wanna-be members had to pass their test. No matter how many boys were trying to pass, none of them could come close to Jaemin, who went among the first ones and who visibly impressed everybody. Chenle went the last. However, as soon as his test started, Jaemin suddenly came on the second place. There was something about Chenle, about the way he was dribbling the ball, the way he was running on the court, as if he owned the place and he knew every square inch of it. There was some kind of crazy smile on his lips, weirdly scarry.

"Is he even real?" I hear Yeji whispering next to me and all I can do is stare in awe without saying a word.

An antagonist.

He'd be the perfect one.

I shiver and try to wave away my thoughts, simply focusing on the boy running in front of us, the ball in his hands looking like it was part of him.

By the end of the evening, the basketball team has gained 4 new members, Jaemin and Chenle being two of them.

We wait until the fangirls and fanboys leave so we can go and congratulate everybody. There was some sort of aura around the new basketball team, it felt right. Something about the way the sunset coloured their appearance in orange made them seem like the perfect fit. I couldn't tell exactly why though. It was just like that.

"Congratulations! All of you were amazing!" Yeji beams as we get near the boys.

Jeno looks at her with his signature smile on his lips and a glint that seemed to belong only to Yeji in his eyes. The new guys thank her, wide and genuine smiles plastered on their faces. I look at Jaemin and Chenle who were standing right next to Jeno and I can't help but smile at the overflowing excitement that their smiles give off. Pretty much like water and fire, they seemed harmonious together, but they were different. I wanted them to be different.

This can turn out so well.

By the time the sun completely sets, we decide we should go and celebrate, in the honour of the new basketball team. When we get ready to leave the court, the ghost of a deep worry makes me stay behind and wait for the fiery-haired boy.

"You didn't tell him, did you?" I ask and my voice comes out in an almost-whisper.

He looks at me surprised, but not confused.

"I didn't." He says, making me release a deep sigh of relief. "And I will never. Don't worry."

He gives me a small smile but if I hadn't been so distracted by his assurance, I would've probably noticed it wasn't a genuine one.

***

The sound of the raindrops hitting the windows was calming me down, alongside the hot chocolate in front of me. Summer has been forgotten in a short amount of time as the cold weather made us finally understand there was no going back and it was autumn now.

This is one of the few days when Renjun hangs out with us, making me feel more at peace with myself. After their basketball trainment, Jeno had this idea of hanging out together in our favourite coffee shop. Donghyuck was sick, but Yeji, Renjun and I came along instead. We were sitting like this on one side of the table, Jeno, Jaemin and Chenle sitting on the other. It wasn't the first time we hung out like this, but it was, maybe, the time I was going to remember the best out of all.

I was carefully typing out ideas in the notes of my phone, stealing glances at the hazelnut-haired boy from time to time. The first thing that I notted was his drink, a venti Iced Americano with 2.5 extra shots of espresso, drink that was probably darker than the depths of hell, but which, by the look on Jaemin's face, he adored. Yeji laughed at him, wondering how he's going to sleep at night after drinking that, but he shruged it off with a smile.

Despite the fact that his drink is insanely bitter, he's just so sweet.

I note other small details on my phone, trying not to be too obvious. The only people that knew about my intentions at that table were Chenle and I and he promised me he won't tell anybody so my secret was safe. However, I could feel his gaze on me as I was typing and I tried to ignore it. He wasn't that annoying after all.

There was something about Jaemin's aura that was bothering me though. He was just too bright. There wasn't any dark side of him, excluding the pitch black coffee that he was enjoying so much. And I was constantly thinking about how this boy can be so kind and sweet all the time.

He couldn't.

There had to be something about him that I hadn't found out yet, something that made him less perfect and more human. Because there is no such thing as angels on earth, even though he surely seemed to be one.

Yeji gets me out of my deep thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of my eyes, making me flinch awkwardly, Jeno and Jaemin chuckling slightly.

"Is Aeri not your name?" She asks. "Thought we were friends, still you haven't even told me your real name."

I smile and shake my head.

"We were talking about the writing contest," she explains "have you talked to mrs. Kang after all? Will you be judging?"

I nod.

"I have and yes, I will be one of the judges." I say smiling. "This is so awesome, I still can't believe she thought about this and proposed me to be part of the jury."

"You're really talented, no wonder why she did such thing." Renjun says in his calming tone and I smile, engulfing the half-filled mug with my hands.

"Yeah, we'd probably know that too if she ever let us read whatever she writes." Jeno rolls his eyes but smiles afterwards. "I still can't believe she trusts you more than she trusts me..."

"It's not about trust, for the 100th time, Jennie." I say annoyed and Yeji chuckles at Jeno's nickname.

"You always say that." His words are hurt, but he looks calm. I know he's just trying to make me feel guilty when deep down he understood long ago why I barely ever show a piece of my writing to him or to Hyuck or to anybody else excluding Renjun.

"When her books will be out for the world, you'll see it all, don't worry." Jaemin says, patting Jeno's back and making me chuckle.

We've had a few encounters by now and he's come to know how passionate I was about writing. He didn't push it though and that was just another reason for me to like him.

"I don't know." I shake my head smiling. "We'll see about that."

"Aeri, I would seriously kill to figure out what goes on in your head sometimes." Yeji jokes and I smile, but I feel myself faking it.

"You don't wanna know." I whisper.

"I do." She says and I look at her for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"She would never let you know, though." Renjun smiles.

"Actually," Chenle says, looking at his cappuccino as if he could foreses the future in the creamy liquid. "we usually let the others know a lot of things about us.”

He smiles. Killer.

“It's just the others that don't pay enough attention to figure it out." he continues.

I look at him, breath hitching in my throat but he seems unphased. He has just said that basically, I'm an open book for the ones who know how to read.

Fear creeps up through me as I realize that despite the fact that he promised he wouldn't tell anybody about my notebook, he will never drop it and will forever use whatever he read in there in a way to make me feel like an outcast. Like I owe him something.

I feel tears threatening to roll on my cheeks and I lower my head so nobody can see the water pooling in my eyes.

Don't cry, honey. Why did we have to switch our notebooks, why did he have to read mine and know how impossibly interested I am in Na Jaemin and everything regarding him?

I excuse myself from the table and go to the restroom in order to wipe the tears away. There's some kind of fissure in my thoughts, as once I lost my notebook, things got out of hand and I didn't have control over the situation anymore. I try to imagine that all this anxiety could be washed away like my tears, with cold water. But it's hard to ease the heaviness when it's all that I can feel.

"I should get going." I say once I return to my friends and take my backpack.

They look at me and I see the sudden change in the mood as if they've sensed my small breakdown.

"Then let's leave together," Yeji says standing up and taking her bag as well. The boys follow us outside and we stop for a second in order to figure out who and which way they're going. Usually, Jeno, Renjun and I go home together, but tonight, Jeno had to take care of his little cousins and Renjun had to visit Hyuck in order to give him his notes for the week as he has missed classesq. Yeji was living in some other neighbourhood and Jaemin said he had to take the bus to get home. Therefore, fortunately or not, I was left alone with Zhong Chenle.

"Don't you have to get home?" I ask after Renjun waves us goodbye, being the last one out of my friends to leave.

Chenle shrugs.

"Wouldn't it be rude of me to let you walk alone?"

"Not really." I sigh.

"I'm still going to do it though." He says and I shrug.

After a few seconds of silence, he continues:

"Actually, there's a reason I wanted to walk with you." He says before turning his head towards me.

He gives me one of his killer smiles and for a split second, I feel myself able to do anything. For him.

"Follow me."

A/N: Hello! There is just one part left, what are your premonitions :D?

hailene x