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| College Student Empress (Light Novel) - English Translation (MTL)

| Translation Tool: Chat GPT

| Chapter 1: I've Become A Married Woman

| Notes: This is my first time translating something with Chat-GPT, so bare with me. Italics / Bold pink texts is meant for character thoughts.

People cannot be cool in the face of a breakup. The one who gets dumped cries and clings on, whether they are a man or a woman.

Haesol had never been dumped but knew this well. She was always the one who ended relationships, and she did so far more frequently than others.

The men Haesol dumped would curse, cry, and spew venomous words at every breakup, to the point where it would seem pitiful even to an onlooker.

However, Haesol never felt heartbroken in the face of a breakup.

She could never date any man for more than three months, never shared deep feelings with any man, and as someone who lived as the ultimate perpetrator of looks-based discrimination, where a man's absolute requirement was solely his appearance, the curses during breakups were nothing more than the desperate cries of those being abandoned.

"...Ah, I'm screwed."

Up until now.

"Your Highness! Are you conscious?"

"Your Highness!"

"Empress!"

Looking at the people crying their hearts out in front of her, dressed as if they had stepped out of a historical movie screen, Haesol swallowed hard.

‘This... is a dream, right?’

***

It was not a dream.

"Your Highness. Have you left your herbal medicine again...?"

Haesol clutched her forehead while looking at the woman with her neatly rolled-up hairstyle and teary eyes.

The woman was so startled by this gesture that she asked,

"Your Highness! Does your head hurt again? Should I call the royal physician?"

‘It’s no use. The cause of my headache is you.’

"Your Highness?"

Haesol squeezed her eyes shut instead of answering.

It had already been fifteen days since she woke up in this strange place. People called her "Your Highness" or "Empress." There were women dressed in traditional Eastern-style costumes and men who seemed to be eunuchs.

"Her Highness is having memory issues due to the shock. It may be confusing now, but when her memory returns, she will be fine. Please, Your Highness, try to calm down."

The elderly man with a white beard, who was called a royal physician, explained this crazy situation in this manner. He suggested that it wasn't the world that had gone mad, but Haesol herself.

At this point, she had to accept it. This extremely abnormal situation was her reality. A reality she desperately did not want to believe.

"Please rest, Your Highness."

After the woman, who introduced herself as "Wolryeo," and appeared to be in her early to mid-40s, checked Haesol's condition several times and left, Haesol let out a deep sigh and pulled a small mirror, about 30 cm by 20 cm, in front of her.

There was evidence in the mirror. Absolute evidence that forced Haesol to accept this situation.

Her face. The face in the mirror was not Haesol's face. The woman in the mirror was a stranger. It wasn't Shin Haesol, a second-year physical education major at Sahwa University, but an entirely unfamiliar woman.

A white and slender woman. A woman with long, slender limbs like an herbivore. Naturally, the abs that Haesol had worked so hard to build were nowhere to be found. Not only her face but also her body had changed. How old could she be? Just over twenty? If not for her youthful appearance, she looked about that age.

When Haesol first saw herself in the mirror, convinced she was dreaming, she boldly slapped her own cheek and felt the immense pain. Ah. It's me. It's not me, but it is me.

"This is driving me crazy... What on earth is going on?"

***

The place where the ruler of this country lives, looking down upon the world. The highest and most magnificent place. If you ask anyone where such a place is, they would immediately point to Taewang Palace.

Taewang Palace, symbolically and geographically, was located in a place where it was literally impossible not to look down on people. It was built on the highest ground within the capital city.

Those who were not born into the royal family nurtured their ambitions outside the palace, hoping to enter it by obtaining a government position. They dreamed of serving the high and mighty emperor and working for the country. Taewang Palace was the pinnacle of ambition for those with desires.

However, Taecheon sat uncomfortably and in a very displeased mood within that grand Taewang Palace. Others might say he was crazy for being dissatisfied despite his fortune, but... what could he do? It was truly like that.

"Your Majesty."

The reason Taecheon found this situation uncomfortable was clear.

"......"

"Your Majesty?"

It was because of the man sitting right in front of him on the main seat, arms crossed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Your Majesty!"

This man didn't respond no matter how earnestly he was called, wouldn't let him go outside, and didn't particularly assign him any tasks either—a man with an infuriating disposition.

"Your Majesty... I apologize, but I really, really must be going now..."

But he was a man with absolute power, in front of whom one could never complain. This man was none other than the young emperor of Yeonryeo Kingdom, Sihan.

"No. Don't go. Stay with me."

'I don't want to either. Why should I...'

Taecheon wore a sad expression. Ever since he was a crown prince, the emperor had been known for his incorrigible nature. How much had the educators of the crown prince struggled? They had hoped he would improve with age, but it was becoming increasingly clear that even the most rigorous education couldn't change his troublesome disposition. It made Taecheon feel deeply sorrowful.

The late emperor hadn't been like this. How could such a different offspring come from the same lineage? Is there even a trace of the previous generation in this one?

While constantly grumbling inwardly, Taecheon pleaded earnestly once more.

"Your Majesty, I really, really have many tasks to attend to."

"No matter how many you have, could they be more than mine?"

If you know that, why not do some work? Taecheon again only responded inwardly.

Sihan usually enjoyed tormenting Taecheon, but it was obvious why he was being exceptionally irritating today. The news that the empress, who had been on the brink of death, was recovering quickly displeased him.

"Your Majesty. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

When Taecheon could no longer hold back and called repeatedly, Sihan shamelessly reproached him.

"Well, well. Even when I try to be considerate, you complain too much. Just sit appropriately. Sit and rest a while. Isn't that enough? 'Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty.' At this rate, I'll wear out."

"Your Majesty..."

"Enough. I'm tired of it."

So, should I call you by your name? Would that make you happy? Taecheon sulked and kept his mouth shut.

He felt sorry for Seongbi, who endured slanderous accusations and stayed by his side, and sorry for himself, who had this man as both his lord and friend. But above all, he pitied the empress the most, who was disregarded by this man for the sole reason of being "the empress."

***

Haesol repeatedly curled and uncurled her fingers. It had been 22 days since she woke up in this body. At first, her movements felt unnatural, but now she moved as if it were truly her own body.

‘I feel like I'm gradually merging with this body.’

When she first woke up, she was too shocked and bewildered to notice, but as time passed, Haesol could be certain. When she first awakened in this body, it felt mismatched with her, as if the body and soul knew they were switched and resisted.

‘Maybe I should have returned then...’

But there was nothing she could do, even if she regretted it. Even if she went back 22 days, the situation would be the same as now, and she still didn’t know how to return.

In any case, given the current circumstances, she had no choice but to find a way to return to her original body. Of course, she had to survive in the meantime, so she would have to pretend to be the "real Empress" for a while.

"So... let's summarize."

When Haesol mumbled to herself, Wolryeo, the palace maid who had taken care of her every single day since she woke up, thought Haesol was speaking to her and responded with a concerned tone.

"Please speak comfortably, Your Highness."

Though Haesol hadn't meant her words for Wolryeo, she decided against embarrassing her by explaining and instead shook her head.

"I'm sorry. It's uncomfortable for me to speak informally to someone older."

"It's against the rules, Your Highness. You are the head of the inner court and the mother of this country."

But I'm not. I'm not the mother of the country. Haesol gave an awkward smile at the grandiose term "mother of the country."

Anyway, to summarize, this place was definitely not Korea.

Given that there were palace maids and eunuchs, it might seem like Joseon, but the clothing was different. The attire reminded Haesol of the Tang Dynasty in China, but it didn't match perfectly with that either.

Most importantly, the name of the country was Yeonryeo. Yeonryeo. A name she'd never heard before. While she wasn't very knowledgeable about Chinese history, as far as she knew, there had never been a country called Yeonryeo in ancient China.

"It will gradually get better. I'll learn slowly. But Wolryeo, so I'm the Empress, and my husband is the Emperor, right?"

"...Yes."

Wolryeo's lips twitched, seemingly displeased with the term "Wolryeo," but Haesol ignored it and spread out a piece of paper, writing crooked letters with a brush.

Summary two. This body's name is Shin Danyeong. Empress. Age 21. But married.

As Haesol scribbled the wobbly letters, Wolryeo, who had been watching with a disapproving look, couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked,

"Your Highness, what kind of writing is that?"

"Oh, it's English."

"Excuse me?"

‘I wrote it in English so you wouldn’t understand.’

"It's not that important. Don't worry about it."

Summary three: The real Empress collapsed due to an ambush. The culprit has not been caught yet.

While answering inwardly, Haesol wrote the third item.

Meanwhile, Wolryeo was curiously tilting her head from side to side, fascinated by the English. Haesol continued moving the brush.

Four: The Emperor and Empress have a bad relationship. The Emperor wanted to make a woman named Gongrin the Empress, but she was from a humble family and a former palace maid, so she had no backing and couldn’t be made Empress.

Five: The Emperor has never visited the Empress’s palace since their marriage.

What else is there? Haesol stopped writing and bit the brush handle. While she tried to recall the information she had gathered during her time confined to the room, there wasn't anything else memorable enough to record.

Of course, there were more detailed things, but those could be learned through observation and experience.

After reading through the list she had made, Haesol rolled it up and set it aside. Even though she wasn't particularly fond of historical dramas, she could roughly understand her current situation.

Villain. She was the villain.

The obstacle to a love that transcended status. A woman who became Empress thanks to her power. If this were a drama, the protagonist would probably be that Gongrin woman. The Empress would be the one wielding power to try to eliminate the protagonist, Gongrin.

But this world wasn’t a drama, and the "real Empress" seemed to have been just a quiet and gentle person. From the Empress’s perspective, Gongrin might have been annoying...

...but it didn’t seem like she wielded power to oppress Gongrin. This was probably fortunate for Gongrin.

‘She was a good person.’

Of course, these traits were not fortunate for Haesol, who had a wild and unruly nature.

‘Her appearance was different, and her personality too. There's nothing about her that's similar to me.’

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Appearance: Lucas is pale (he's korean american) and a brunette, with light brown hair which is curly and cut in a mullet—which is almost always styled—he has a personal obsession with skin care (thanks to his ma) and he has glass skin. Lucas has vieny and large hands, along with a large physique that appears to be very overbearing to those around him—with a skinny waist—he stands at an outstanding 6,2ft. Lucas has hazel eyes, and during golden hour he'll stare at the sun and challenge it to a duel (he'll always fail), he often wears silver bracelets and has ears piercings, though he'll rarely wear earrings.

Character basic info: Lucas's birthday is on November the 3rd! He is bisexual, he has a hard time connecting with people, and has had a scarce amount of serious relationships, he usually loses interest fast, he's unamused and finds love repetitive and somewhat boring. Lucas is a possessive, obsessive, clingy, stalker type of yandere, who is somewhat dependent on you, not at much as Yoichi though.

backstory: Lucas is currently attending University for a degree in mechanical engineering and business, he got in through a sports scholarship, though he plans on becoming an athlete and is currently looking into it. Lucas is actually adopted, with two mom's, he calls them mom and ma respectively. His mom is a famous lawyer who is a perfectionist at heart, which seemed to have rubbed off on him as a result of observing her so much (he'd often read and do homework in her office). Lucas's ma on the other hand, put him in a whole lot of sports and afterschool programs, mainly because she wanted him to not be too feminine—and because she wanted him to try as many new things as possible. His parents can be a bit overbearing, but his childhood was decently comfortable, his parents were more than involved in his life and he couldn't be more grateful.

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Lucas is a switch, with an extremely high sex drive, he's a power bottom—he'll whine and nag as you have him pinned under you—he cries so easily, fucking into you, your insides so warm and soft—he's obsessed, he'll overstimulate you both, and leave you both a crying and sticky mess!!

As a top, Lucas is either rough or gentle, there's no in-between, he loves loves loves taking his time with you—savoring you—watching your face contort into pleasure as he has his way with you, his nails digging into your soft thighs, his mouth on your neck.

Lucas might have a small voyeurism kink—in the sense that he loses control around you, with you, to the sheer thought of you—you're like the off-switch to rationality, he seriously forgets where he is!! He can't help but grow—a little touchy, flirty, needy—the way your hands ghost over his own makes his knees weak!!—he really can't help it, if he's being a little out of hand . . if you didn't like it, you'd tell him to stop!!!

Lucas loves hickies, both receiving them and giving them . . . especially receiving them—mark him, make him your territory, he loves you, he loves being yours . . your hands on him are a delight, the feeling of your lips, teeth, saliva, on his skin is paradise, your marks—he wears them with sheer pride.

Kink-wise Lucas is into anything, he's very calm and open with anything, nothing is really a turn off for him . . spit on him, kick him, tie him down . . he doesn't mind!! . . Though he will be a bit more wary of doing the same to you . .

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Lucas's love languages are physical touch and acts of service, he'll have your favorite drink ready for you, every morning. He'll make handmade treats just for you—anything for you . .

Lucas collects small trinkets, and he has a special box filled with things he thinks you'd like—he's a bit embarrassed about it, it just seems very unlikely that someone like Lucas would collect trinkets, so he's a tinsy bit worried you'll judge him—which is weird since he's never really cared about anyone's opinion before you.

Lucas will get you to meet his parents pretty early onto any relationship, he just finds that if his parents like you, then it's a good sign beforehand, he's actually done this to all his friends and though he knows he'll marry you, and that you're the one . . . he wants you to meet the people who made him who he is now!

Lucas does have a note on his phone of the names of his future kids with you, and yes . . he does slightly plan on taking your last name . . . maybe. . possibly . . no comment.

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I’ll be honest, I can’t tell you what to do. I don’t know enough about your situation to know what’s right for you or your boyfriend. But let me know how it all works out in the end. I’m sure whatever happens… it’ll be very hot.

**hey guys! I have to say I had a lot of fun with this prompt. I kind of have a thing for buff Asian guys, if you can’t tell, and it’s always fun to do InstaJock stuff. I am sorry to say that I have no idea if anyone pictured is Korean or just generally Asian. Finding specific pictures online is hard so I tend to go with the closest I can get. Anyways, stay tuned!**

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| College Student Empress (Light Novel) - English Translation (MTL)

| Translation Tool: Chat GPT

| Chapter 9: I Wanted To Call You Out

| Notes: Italics / Bold pink texts is meant for character thoughts.

Hae-seol, who expected Shin Seol-joo to arrive around tomorrow, originally planned to go to the Geumbu today. The Geumbu plays a role similar to that of prosecutors, police officers, and prison guards combined, and its duties are extensive.

Therefore, many offices are incorporated within the Geumbu. Hae-seol’s destination was the Seonggeumbu, which is responsible for investigating incidents within the imperial palace.

Since Shin Seol-joo didn’t stay long, Hae-seol checked the time and decided to head to the Seonggeumbu as originally planned.

The reason for visiting the Seonggeumbu, requesting a sword, and summoning Shin Seol-joo were all the same: it was a matter concerning the Empress's survival. Hae-seol believed that such matters should be handled swiftly without delay, as lives were at stake.

Although others could infer from their words and expressions, after seeing Shin Seol-joo, Hae-seol was now certain. Even if the Emperor was not behind the assassination attempt, it was clear that he was an unhelpful presence who at least hindered the investigation.

Considering the Empress and her father were among the three highest officials, the investigation's stagnation suggested interference from someone even higher up.

However, the Emperor couldn’t completely neglect the matter and wish for the Empress's swift demise. Therefore, they would have made a show of investigating, and Hae-seol intended to verify even that small amount of information personally by going to the Seonggeumbu.

“Your Highness, are you sure about this?”

However, Wol-ryeo, who was shocked when Hae-seol requested a sword, turned pale and tried to dissuade her several times when she said she would personally visit the Seonggeumbu. Hae-seol told Wol-ryeo she didn’t have to come if she was scared, but Wol-ryeo refused.

“It’s not fear. I’m just concerned because it’s a place filled with criminals.”

Despite Wol-ryeo’s claim that it was simply due to concern, her expression suggested otherwise. Reluctantly, Hae-seol took Wol-ryeo with her and entered the Seonggeumbu. But it wasn’t just Wol-ryeo who was surprised by the Empress’s visit. The officials at the Seonggeumbu were equally shocked, exchanging bewildered glances at the unexpected arrival of the Empress.

When Hae-seol walked gracefully and said to the nearest military officer, “I would like to meet the person in charge,” their expressions became even more comical.

They fumbled around and hesitated until Wol-ryeo cleared her throat loudly from behind, prompting three or four of them to hurriedly run into the building. Soon after, a man wearing a long, black robe approached, surrounded by military officers.

At a glance, this man, who appeared to be the highest-ranking official, had a scholarly and neat appearance rather than that of a military officer. Despite his kind expression, his eyes looked cold.

“I am Wieo-dan, the head of the Seonggeumbu, Your Highness.”

He greeted politely yet formally, and unlike his subordinates, he immediately asked without showing any discomfort.

“What brings Your Highness to a place like this?”

“I came to see the investigation reports.”

“Investigation reports…?”

“Yes, the reports on the assassination attempt on me and the incident ten days ago.”

Even the head of the Seonggeumbu looked slightly surprised when the Empress requested to see the reports.

“Am I not allowed to see them?”

When Hae-seol asked, he hesitated and said, “It's not that, but…” and explained, “There are many sensitive issues, so it’s not something Your Highness should handle personally.” “My life is at stake, and you say it’s not my business? Then whose business is it?”

Although she didn’t say it, Hae-seol’s smile conveyed the unspoken question: could it possibly be the Emperor? Wieo-dan’s eyebrows twitched as he grasped the implied words.

“Am I going to tear the reports to pieces?”

“!”

“…No, so what does it matter?”

Hae-seol pointed past Wieo-dan’s shoulder toward the building and asked, “Do I go in there?” Wieo-dan, unable to hide his confusion, finally nodded and turned around. “Yes. I will guide you.”

Today as well, Tae-cheon felt himself entering a state of utter detachment while watching Si-han engrossed in reading bizarre and scandalous literature, neglecting his duties as Emperor. If time continued like this, Tae-cheon might even achieve enlightenment despite witnessing such a scene.

Perhaps, a less capable Emperor who stayed put and let competent subordinates handle everything might be better than one who meddled and ruined things. At least, that way, stability could be maintained.

‘…Even so…’

Attempting to rationalize, Tae-cheon sighed deeply, recognizing reality. There were still limits. Though smaller in scale, reading scandalous literature alone was preferable to holding extravagant banquets and summoning courtesans and musicians. However, the Emperor was not meant to idle away his time. The Emperor was not an expensive, rare ornament but the nation's symbol and the central axis of governance.

For now, the young Emperor, with no major incidents occurring, was still managed by officials who begrudgingly followed him. But how long could this relationship last?

While the current Emperor didn't lead state affairs, he remarkably maintained balance among officials, distributing power so no one faction dominated, thus firmly holding the imperial authority. But what if Gong-rin suddenly had a child?

Would the Empress's faction, which made up the majority of officials, remain idle as they do now? Would supporters of Gong-rin allow the Empress's faction to continue unchecked? Although the Empress Dowager disliked Gong-rin, there was no guarantee she would dislike her own grandchild.

“Your Majesty.”

At that moment, a cautious voice called out from outside, and when Si-han granted permission, a eunuch quickly entered. The eunuch glanced at Tae-cheon before approaching Si-han and whispered something.

Curious, Tae-cheon watched as Si-han, who rarely put down his scandalous literature before finishing, abruptly closed it with a loud snap and asked, “Why did the Empress go to the Seonggeumbu?”

His expression was reminiscent of when he first heard from Hu-on about the Empress's stone-throwing incident. Watching Si-han’s eyes sparkle with curiosity and interest, Tae-cheon rubbed his forehead.

***

Hae-seol rubbed her forehead and stared at the two thin books in front of her.

‘Ha... What is this?’

Hae-seol had worried that there might be so many reports that it would take a long time to read through them. Luckily or unluckily, the investigation records were very brief. Although the incident from ten days ago might still have a thin report because it was recent, the other one—the case of the Empress's assassination attempt—was shockingly thin.

Given that the head of the Seonggeumbu, Wieo-dan, who had maintained a stern expression all along, blushed as he handed over the report, it was understandable. He must have felt embarrassed, either out of shame or thinking he seemed incompetent.

Hae-seol sighed, poking at a page of the report with her fingertip. The only saving grace was that the content, despite its brevity, was well-organized. Whoever had written it had a knack for summarization and organization that would earn an A+ in any college report.

‘No, that’s not right. If the content itself is all lies, it’s not a good report. It's just a well-fabricated one.’

Was it correct to call a well-fabricated report well-written? Hae-seol frowned as she read the phrase on the last page of the report: ‘The investigation is closed for such and such reasons.’

The investigation into the incident from ten days ago had been entirely halted, and while the investigation into the assassination attempt hadn't been officially closed, it was effectively stopped.

After skimming through the reports, Hae-seol began to read more thoroughly, pulling a nearby lamp closer to better see the first page.

But just as she read about halfway down the first page, hurried voices calling “Your Majesty! Your Majesty!” came from outside. Before she could ask what was happening, there was a desperate cry, “The Emperor is here!”

Hae-seol’s eyes widened as she quickly stood up, and the double doors swung open. Without even a moment to shout “Wait!”, the Emperor appeared, walking confidently inside with his shoulders straight. As Hae-seol watched the beautiful intruder stride in, she wondered why the Emperor had suddenly come here.

This was the third time she had met him and the second time he had come to the Empress’s quarters himself. Even for a normal married couple, this was a sparse number of meetings, but it was said that the Emperor and Empress rarely saw each other. The Emperor was said never to set foot in the Empress’s quarters.

‘Why did he come?’

One thing was certain: the Emperor still looked as good as ever. Today, he was wearing purple, which, combined with his elegantly half-tied hair, gave him a very pure look.

Hae-seol, realizing she was still mesmerized by his appearance even in this situation, quickly erased her foolish smile and greeted him.

Instead of acknowledging her greeting, the Emperor spoke first, “We’ve been seeing each other often lately.”

“It seems so.”

Hae-seol nodded in agreement instead of saying, ‘Because you’ve been coming here.’

The Emperor twisted his lips into a smirk, glanced around the room, and then looked down at the open book in front of Hae-seol. She narrowed her eyes. Had he heard that she had brought back the reports from the Seonggeumbu? Was he here to nitpick? He had picked up the book as soon as he entered, so it seemed likely.

But considering that the Seonggeumbu head had given it to her without much opposition after only mentioning it wasn’t suitable for her to see, it likely wasn’t a procedural issue. Reports were always made in duplicate, in case one was lost, so it wasn’t about forgery either.

So why?

“So, you went to the Seonggeumbu to get this?”

While Hae-seol was pondering, the Emperor flipped through the pages with his fingers, looking amused.

“Why does the Empress want this?”

Hae-seol blinked at his question. Though it seemed like idle curiosity, they weren’t on good terms, so he wouldn’t come here just to ask this. Considering he also hindered the search for the assassin, who knew what other pretext he might use against her?

If she answered honestly, “No one is properly investigating the assassination attempt on me, so I wanted to find out myself,” he could brazenly accuse her of not trusting him or imply she had other motives. There were many possible attacks he could launch.

Ultimately, instead of talking about protecting herself or criticizing the investigation, Hae-seol cautiously covered her mouth with one hand and spoke carefully.

“I wanted to get caught by Your Majesty.”

The Emperor raised an eyebrow skeptically, shaking the report in front of her face. It was a look of utter disbelief.

Hae-seol met his gaze and, as if embarrassed, but clearly, said, “I thought if Your Majesty heard I brought this, you would come to see me.”

The Emperor didn’t respond immediately to the unexpected words. Hae-seol, not wanting to seem like she was mocking him, added with a moderate smile, “See? Your Majesty came to see me.”

[0cta9on]

Aye yoo bud✌️

0cta9on Fluffy mode activated, I'm curious how you would write cute/fluff thought on Bae Nmixx.

The way that I see her, I thought she's the most normal member in Nmixx but I'm totally wrong. Her short hair like OmG🤧, I have always like girls keeping their long hair but she's making me think otherwise. Turns out she's the jokester in the group. She maybe doesn't get the most line in their songs but her part always makes me listen thoroughly especially during her part.

I know this may look like I'm jumping biases, but I'm just starting to notice everyone's charm.

- Haewon's latest live stream especially her wolf cut hair style, is just perfect🐺. She can be cute apart from her funny side in which taking most of the spotlight.

-Lily is always such a a ball of sunshine with her aussie accent korean. With her cute struggle to keep up with the Korean language🇰🇷.

-Now I'm starting to look at Kyujin more of a Maknae than ever🐱, she's a bit peculiar compared with other group's maknae, maybe the shocking fact that she's considered the "mother" among the members despite being the youngest.

-Jiwoo? I already went ham on her on the previous ask, totally didn't consume my daily dose of that Bae and Jiwoo tik tok video🤧.

-Where is Sullyoon? I'm currently abstaining myself from her, just a mere second of her appearance is going to make me go overdrive.😵‍💫 I can't get my work done if I kept staring at her for hours.

Hello mikeylo! I decided to use this opportunity to write a short about her instead of just doing fluffy thoughts, hope you don't mind :]

This was a fun one to write, somehow managed to finish it in the span of two hours :> Enjoy!

You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re a “nerd” ages ago. Studying isn’t something you necessarily enjoy, but it’s a necessary task you must complete in order to secure your spot in the real world, where meaningless titles like “nerd” or “jock” hold no substance on one’s success and only those who truly work hard will stand the test of time. With finals inching ever closer, it’s vital to you that you don’t waste a single second—

“What’s up, nerd?”

A light smack to the back of your head tears you out of the flow state you were in while brushing up on previous study guides from the past year. There’s only one person you know that’s dimwitted enough to still throw out outdated insults like that, almost as if she’s a caricature of a high school bully from those 2010’s movies she claims to hate.

“Bae,” you grumble, “Why are you even here? I thought you said you were ‘allergic to the library’?”

She shrugs, plopping down into the empty seat next to you. “I got bored.”

“Okay.” You turn your attention back to the worksheets in front of you, trying to remember where you left off. “Not my problem.”

“C’mon, man,” she groans. “Let’s do something fun.”

There aren’t many things that threaten the future of your success; most issues can be waved away with a quick favor or a helpful push in the right direction. In fact, you already have the rest of your life meticulously planned out in a journal, complete with potential contingencies and multiple backups in case any problems may arise.

Enter: Bae Jinsol. The physical embodiment of everything that could and will stand in your way. You tutored her once two semesters ago, and you’ve regretted it ever since. Not quite a leech—you’re not that cruel—but her unyielding persistence alone is enough to make it so that giving her what she wants is the only viable solution you have. More often than not, this means hours of time wasted that could be spent towards perfecting your mind to the best it can be.

“I’m really busy right now,” you say.

“What could you possibly need to study for, you’re, like, the smartest person I know.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Knowing you, that doesn’t mean much— Ow.”

Bae slaps your arm, pouting at you. “That’s mean.”

You can’t help but grin at her expression. “You’re right, that was mean. I apologize,” you say, making an effort to sound sincere. “Now, I have a lot of work to do, so unless you’re okay with sitting there and watching me study, I suggest that you go and hang out with your other friends.”

She rests her head against the table, turning to watch you with her endearingly round eyes. “I chose to come here. I’ll stick to my decision like a real man.”

“Whatever,” you chuckle before turning back to the study guide.

It’s a bit difficult trying to study with an audience, but not a scenario you’re unfamiliar with. On the rare occasion that Bae doesn’t consistently bug you with her antics, you find her presence quite comfortable. Sometimes she’ll even ask about what you’re working on and entertain your little rants about discoveries you’ve made or thoughts you’ve been having, asking questions if she doesn’t get something. Her motivation to study is nonexistent, but her desire to understand is glaringly present.

Although, with nothing to talk about today, she gives you a good five minutes before breaking the silence.

“I’m bored again,” she sighs. “Let’s get boba.”

“What happened to sticking to your decision ‘like a real man’?” you tease.

“I’m a woman, jackass.” She leans into you, obscuring your view of the study guide with her face. “And this woman wants boba.”

The world around you freezes as the scent of her perfume lingers past your nose, igniting memories of warmth and coziness. The first crack in a wall that you worked too hard to maintain. 

“Why don’t you ask Haewon to go with you instead?” you suggest, trying and failing to avert your gaze from those perfect irises, like swimming pools of deep obsidian.

“Because…” A light blush grows on her cheeks. “...I wanna get boba with you.”

The crack in the wall splinters and grows, exposing the weaknesses that you didn’t know were there. Or perhaps, you did know and chose to ignore them anyways, spackling over them with cheap excuses.

You scoff at her, a meager attempt to save face. “You just want me to pay for you. Again.”

“I told you I’ll pay you back!” she exclaims, earning a couple harsh shushes from nearby students. “I’m just a little strapped for cash at the moment.”

“Why don’t you try, I don’t know, actually looking for a job?” Your gaze moves back to your papers, desperately trying to escape this stalemate. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.”

Bae clings to the sleeves of her sweater, pouting at you. “Please~?”

Despite her persistence, you dare not move an inch, worried that one small movement could be the final crack that topples the wall. Your eyes reread the same line over and over again, hoping each pass will eventually take, but your mind is too cluttered to properly focus. With the gentle tug of her fingers and the notes of vanilla bean gliding past your nostrils, it’s a wonder how you haven’t succumbed to her demands already.

With a huff of her breath, Bae takes your hand in hers, using her final trump card.

“Baby~”

You want to think that, at that moment, the wall came crashing down in a ceremonious fashion, leaving behind a pile of rubble in its wake, a monument to all the effort you put into your future. But the truth is, she tore down that wall months ago—in fact, you can pinpoint the exact moment of its destruction. 

The second you came face to face with her confused expression in that pre-calc class is the moment that sealed your fate, completely changing your perception of what the future could be like for you. That journal you keep, detailing every single miniscule detail of your potential career? You barely got two pages in before turning it into a scrapbook, filling every inch of paper with words, pictures, and keepsakes that remind you of the girl that refuses to give you a moment of peace.

And maybe that’s a good thing. The world could end tomorrow, rendering all of your plans useless. Why spend your last moments with your nose in a study guide when you could be drinking boba with your girlfriend?

“...You’re the worst, you know that?” you utter, interlacing your fingers with hers. Bae flashes you that wide, toothy smile that you can’t get enough of.

“Wow, you’re actually so obsessed with me, that’s insane,” she teases. “Just a single word and you immediately folded like an omelet.”

You haphazardly throw your belongings into your bag, eager to get out of the library and spend time with her. “I’m not obsessed, stupid,” you say,” I’m in love with you.”

“God, you’re so corny.” Despite her deflection, the blush growing on her face betrays her true feelings. She nervously scans the rest of the room before planting a sneaky kiss on your cheek, warm yet fleeting. “I love you too, stupid.”

It’s a fool’s errand to try and predict the future. No matter how smart you are, how many books you read, how many plans you make, the only thing you can do is hope for the future that you desire. And right now, the only future you want is one just like the present, with you clinging onto Bae’s hand with no intention of letting go.

[tmzrkstan]

nct dream as teen romances.

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★warnings: maybe cursing, relationship between minors (legal).

★genre: fluff, romantic tropes, (kinda of) korean school trope.

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★Mark:

•Not just a boyfriend, also a bandmate;

•Beeing raised abroad gave him an advantage to join the band (english speaker), and of course, his ability with music;

•You and your friends found everything that were looking for to complete what became a kinda famous band in the city;

•Don't took long for you two get along and spend some afternoons with his guitar and a composition book: "You did in a few days what the music did in my whole life."

•When the relantionship became official you just couldn't separate from each other;

•The lovely looks during performances, dates in karaokes and make out sessions at the "backstage" were always present;

•"We can't be sure about the band future, but I know we're never splitting up."

★Renjun:

• The boy admired you for a long time from afar;

•When he heard from a friend that you were looking for a boyfriend he gained courage;

•He had to miss some afternoons and even morning classes in order to finish a project to win you over;

•That's why you found a drawing of you made by hand, which was noticeable the use of watercolor, and behind it, his initials;

•You soon realized who it was from and decided to text him, which led to a sleepless night with your cell phone;

•Without taking too long to return the feelings, you started dating and he nicknamed you as his "muse";

•You can be sure that your dates would always end with you taking a drawing home, whether on a small canvas or on a napkin from the restaurant you went to;

•"The best part of drawing you is being able to look at you as much as I want."

★Jeno:

•If it wasn't for the jock who falls in love with the cheerleader, I'd be lying;

•Despite his popularity, he had to struggle to get the attention of everyone on the team, which led to him crashing several rehearsals;

•He made his interest obvious when he scored a decisive point in the game and dedicate it to you in front of the whole school;

•The minute I became his girlfriend, the whole school would suffer because of you two, like the team being forced to participate in his surprises, the game being stopped for you to kiss each other at each point;

•Despite the masculine and strong exterior, inside he looked like a puppy running after his owner, he was completely passionate and silly. It's visible how he would try to help you with the cheerleading thing;

•"So, the deal is if I win the game tonight, I got a make out session for as long as I want?"

★Haechan:

•At first, no one could tell if you were friends or not;

•You competed with everything you could for years now, Hyuck knew how to make you lose and made a point of winning every time, whether in a test, sports or any activity;

•One day you got tired of it all, making it clear to him that you didn't care about it anymore, and that sent him into a fit;

•His friends consoled him that this was his final victory, but he knew well that he wanted to win you instead. Pride made him say nothing 'till the moment;

•He chased you for days and you just ran, until you had no choice when he pinned you to the wall of an empty hallway: "You really are very stupid for not understanding what I wanted all of this time";

•Sure had a lot more drama until yall finally bring fellings out and started dating, a relationship full of silly little fights and a lot of teasing on both sides, this time with some kisses, caresses and loving words in between;

•"I admit you won, look who you made fall in love with you."

★Jaemin:

•You had your reasons and he had an (toxic) ex he wanted to win back, a little gossip going around and you ended up in a fake relationship;

•The plan was doing great, everyone was getting what they wanted, or at least what you thought that you wanted;

•After weeks of "fake" dates, talking about your lives, sharing secrets and dreams, Jaemin couldn't care less when his ex showed up at his house: "Sorry, but There's no way, I'm completely in love with her."

•When he realized this, appeared the other day at school with a huge bouquet and an even bigger smile stating that dating would no longer be fake;

•You thought he could take it back later, but the kisses and declarations of love he gave you made it clear how right he was about It;

•"In the very first minute of our deal, my feelings already became real, it would be impossible not to."

★Chenle:

•It's not like anyone was really forbidding it, like arresting you at home or hiring a security guard to follow you around, but your parents made it clear that they were against it;

•His family, more modest, did not agree with the luxurious way that Chenle lived with his, who preferred that his son was with someone more similar;

•They imagined that this was going to happen, that's why they even took a while to start dating, but when they got together, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you;

•The boy was used to always getting what he wanted, and this time it would be no different, he would just have to change his strategy, like going on hidden dates, finding empty places at school and running away at midnight, it made everything harder, but more exciting;

•"You can't give up on us, it's hard right now, but I promisse I'll make it worth it."

★Jisung:

•You two been friends since the first day you can remember;

•Always inseparable, if one wasn't welcome in a group of friends then the other wouldn't even consider staying in it;

•They faced everything together, all the first experiences, like tests, graduations, parties, simply everything. Even first love, which Jisung took a long time to realize when feelings changed;

•He freaked out every time he saw some guy trying to hit on you, or when you seemed interested in another one, but he didn't want to confess and look like a silly teen that ruins the friendship;

•You're the one who had to admit you liked him first, or you'd never start dating. And everyone, including the families, loved it.

•It doesn't changed much in reality, apart from the kissing/toching and your parents no longer letting you stay alone in your bedroom for so long.

•"I can't wait to spend my whole with my best friend."

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author: Hope yall like It<3