#nct dream x fem oc

[atinyjules]

Broken Melodies: Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-10}

A/n: welcome to chapter 10! For those who have been reading this series for the start, THANK YOU! So without any further delay!

Here it iss

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

After coming to an agreement to cooperate, two days past and the day of the camping trip finally arrived. The Na siblings were currently waiting in the bus stop near their place when Jaemin cleared his throat and poked his still half asleep sister's cheek to get her attention.

"Yah...stay awake." He said while gently shaking her by the shoulder.

"Hm?" Eunbi hummed in response making Jaemin groan before scooting closer to her and letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

"This is why you should've slept early yesterday." He said with a small smile that grew when she hummed lazily making Jaemin ruffle Eunbi's hair and then pat it.

After waiting for about 30 minutes the bus finally arrived forcing Eunbi to get up and drag her luggage to the bus. Jaemin being the good big brother he was put the bigger luggages into the compartment for her and let Eunbi hold onto the small duffle bag for support as she sat on the window side of an empty seat.

Being one of the first people to get on, her group of friends were still not in the bus so she got a seat to herself and slept.

Eunbi's

I was sleeping peacefully when the bus stopped, probably students. I was awake but not...? I was awake but my eyes were shut, too tired to wake up and interact. But my peaceful sleep was disrupted when someone pulled my duffle bag from my grasp slowly and sat down next to me making me groan and open my eyes to see Jeno.

"Have you ever thought about the fact that someone was sleeping peacefully before you came along?" I said in a soft and sleepy voice making him sigh as he placed my head on his shoulder.

"Go back to sleep Miss grumpy." He said in a soft tone.

"Give me your jacket." I said in a groggy voice, clutching the sleeve of his jacket.

"No." Jeno said making me sigh in frustration but forget about it as I drifted back to sleep.

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Jeno's

After she drifted off to sleep I sighed in defeat and pulled down my duffle bag from the compartment with the help of the strap and pulled out my warm jacket. I looked at Eunbi who lightly snored making a small smile appear on my face as I put the jacket on her, covering her upper body till her hip.

"Jeno-ah~" I widened my eyes as Xiaolian entered the bus clad in a warm black puffer jacket and an all black outfit.

She looks so good.

"Hey.." I said in a soft voice as she sat on the seat opposite to mine, alone.

"Will you sit with me please?" She said in a sweet tone making me blush when Renjun also entered the bus.

"Don't you know that he has a girlfriend? Oh wait...you're blind." Renjun said in a nonchalant manner making her hit him lightly.

"What? I was just asking." She said as I stared at Renjun who sat in front of my seat.

"Hence proved." Renjun said before putting on his sunglasses making me poke the back of his head.

"Stop being a bitch or else I'm telling Eunbi." He said to me in a hushed and warning tone making me huff.

After a while I got bored so I looked over to Xiaolian who was listening to music.

"It must be boring right? Eunbi's been sleeping like a corpse for the past hour." Xiaolian said making me chuckle.

"Yeah kind of." I confessed making her smile before taking out a heart shaped cherry lollipop.

"Here, I had an extra." She said making me thank her and take it before she opened hers and began sucking on it.

Yuri's

Jerk. His girlfriend is right there on his shoulder and he's talking to the girl his girlfriend hates. He even took a heart shipped candy from him...A HEART. Just you wait till Bi finds out.

I pulled out my phone and silently took videos and clicked pictures of Jeno staring at Xiaolian who was obviously sucking her lollipop slowly on purpose.

"Send!" I exclaimed in a whisper before looking at them with narrow eyes.

"No one can treat my best friend like that, not on my watch." I whispered when I felt a stare. I turned to look at Haechan who stared at me weirdly from his seat right behind Bi's before slowly turning back to the front.

💫 Eunbi Protection Squad 💫

Haechan👽: Yuri, the fuck do you think you're doing? You look like a stalker...

Me: Gathering information for Bi! You're sitting right there, don't you see how they're behaving?!?

Haechan 👽 is typing...

Haechan👽: Oh my gosh! Why do you think I've been looking towards you?

Me: Because you're a creep??

Haechan👽: 🤣🤣 if anyone is a creep..☺️ it's you.

Me: shut up and distract them!

Renjun 👽 2 is typing...

Renjun 👽 2 : STOP TEXTING. Can't a man even sleep? Geez!

Me: RENJUN! Say something offensive to them!

Haechan 👽: yeah!!

Renjun 👽 2 : Nope.

Me: Aww is lil baby scared?

Renjun 👽 2 is typing...

Renjun 👽 2: TAKE IT BACK.

Haechan 👽: Only if you can prove to us that you know how to roast Xiaolian.

Renjun 👽 2 is typing...

Renjun 👽 2: watch.me.

"Bié zài duì jié nuò cǎiqǔ xíngdòngle hǎo ma?" Renjun said something in Chinese to Xiaolian who smirked at Renjun's words, not understanding a word I shook my seat buddy Chenle.

"Hm?" He said while smiling at his phone.

"What did he say?" I asked Chenle as he sat straight.

"Wèishéme? Nǐ hàipà jié nuò kěnéng bǐ nà ēn fēi gèng xǐhuān wǒ ma?" Xiaolian replied as I looked at Chenle.

"Renjun asked Xiaolian to not make moves on Jeno and she replied asking if he was scared that Jeno might like her more than Eunbi." Chenle said quietly only for me to hear.

"Nǐ yīzhí bàoyuàn nǐ de mèimei shì duōme de xiǎo sì, dàn tā jīběn shàng shì cóng nǐ nàlǐ xué lái de." Renjun said in a teasing tone as all the chinese in the bus gasped, some laughing, Chenle was one of the people laughing.

"He just called Xiaolian a xiao sì, we use that term for women who target married men or men who are in a committed relationship. " Chenle said and laughed making me join him as I sent Renjun a thumbs up.

"So what did he say?"

"He said that she always complains about her younger sister being a xiao sì when it must've been Xiaolian who taught her that." Chenle said making me cover my mouth and look at him in shock.

"Nǐ zhège dà zuǐbā!" Xiaolian raised her voice suddenly.

"Called Renjun a big mouth." Chenle said while eating a bag of popcorn making me look at him with an 'are you serious?' face. At Xiaolian's words Renjun just laughed.

"Mù jiào hǎo de nǚ hà." Renjun said calmly before going back to his book.

"Chinese slang for a girl who is rude and not educated well. Literally translated to an untrained girl." Chenle said as I thanked him and looked at him in awe.

"You know how to explain the words so well." I said as he gave me his card.

"500 dollars per session. Call me if you're interested in learning chinese." He said making me gasp.

"500 per class is crazy!"

"WE'RE HERE!!" Haechan suddenly exclaimed.

It's a slow burn so it'll take a whole for the real feelings to appear but! Yuri is such a goal! Like she's so weet and loyal...I wish people like her existed in reality 🥹💖

that's it for this chapter!💖✨️

Taglist: @multifandomania @chenlesfeetpic

I hope you guys liked it! For the chinese segment I just used the romanized version since the characters got mixed up.

Chapter 11 can be found here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖✨️

[sexygrass]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬. | NCT

synopsis: When Samantha goes back to her hometown to collect the necessary ingredients to break a curse placed on her. only to meet the person who she witnessed him dying over and over for the past 10 centuries due to another curse - a soulmate curse -. many things happen, new feelings bloom and many die. death looms around her, but would she, the villainess find her once epic love at last? would she finally breaks the curse and cut the damn loop and have her happy ending or would she fail in saving him from her and her family's history?

genre: smut, supernatural AU, soulmate au, vampires au, werewolf au, Sub/Dom dynamics, angst, mention of traumas, mention of torture, deaths of some characters, and blood, explicit language, fluff, mature content, sadism, lots of killing, and many plot twists.

A/N: this book is inspired by the series of 

<The Vampire Diaries and The Originals.>

cast:

Guide to the Werewolves' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to the Vampires' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Originals' Abilities and Weaknesses:

Guide to The Hybrids' Abilities and Weaknesses:

1|2 |3 |4 |5 |6| 7|8 | 9 | 10

[number1mingyustan]

Up To You ☾

boyfriend!wonwoo x virgin!fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, explicit smut, kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), oral (m.), brief handjob, cum swallowing, mild praise kink, mentions of virginity loss, this is so dirty yet so cute, oc is confused and horny

Summary: up to you - nct dream & prettymuch

Word Count: 3k

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(a/n: he’s so bf i can’t)

"Stop it!" You scream, giggling out loud as your eyes remain fixated on the colorful screen in front of you.

"I'm not doing anything baby," Wonwoo smirks.

You huff out in frustration as you hold the Wii remote in your hand. Your boyfriend has hit you with another banana peel in Mario Kart and is nearing the finish line of the third and final lap.

You're no longer trailing right behind him, and two cars has already sped past you. You start driving again, rushing toward the nearest mystery box. It spins before giving you a King Speed. You spam the button, passing the two characters that sped in front of you. You're quick, but not quick enough to pass Wonwoo, who has already zipped past the finish line before you.

Your body slumps into the couch with exhaustion. He's just too good.

"One more game," You demand.

Wonwoo lets out a chuckle. "You said that two games ago."

"I mean it, one more game and I'm gonna win. One more."

Wonwoo shrugs, refusing to wipe the smirk off his face before selecting 'New Game' on the screen. He leans back against the couch and reselects his favorite character, Toad. You choose Toadette and a pink motorcycle. Your glider and wheels match in the same bright shade of pink. He even lets you choose the map just to "give you an advantage."

The screen counts down from three and both your characters start racing across the screen, leaving behind all the NPCs as you focus on the race between the two of you.

As expected, you're no match for him the second his character touches his first mystery box. With each passing lap, the distance between your characters on the mini-map grows further.

You throw out red shells, skillfully aiming the green ones, and the person in ninth place even throws a blue shell at some point during the race. But he holds his spot in first place nonetheless.

As expected, he wins, ranking himself first and you second. He leans back into the couch with the same stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"You cheated!" You exclaim, hitting him playfully.

"This isn't even the kind of game you can cheat in baby, either you got it or you don't.

"Not fair," You mumble, childishly dropping the controller onto the couch.

"Aw don't be a sore loser," He grins. "You almost beat me a few games ago."

You ignore him, pouting harder and crossing your arms.

He leans over, holding you by the sides and begins tickling you. You can't help but react, squirming in his arms and laughing. "Stop!"

He doesn't let up and you continue squirming in his arms. You climb on top of him, pinning him down and interlocking your fingers with his. "You've made your point," You say breathlessly.

"Sure you're not mad at me anymore?" He grins, pushing his hands against yours lightly.

You chew the inside of your lip, eyes looking up and to the side as you contemplate. "Mostly."

His hands unlock from yours and rub up and down your sides lightly. He tilts his head up, allowing his soft lips to meet yours. The kiss is slow and sensual, reflective of the intimate position the two of you are currently in. He can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his sweatpants in the intimate position. "Want me to make it up to you?"

Your lips curve up at the sound of his words. "Only if you do what I say.

He sits up, holding you securely on his lap.

"What is it that you want baby? Tell me," He whispers against the shell of your ear.

It's a bold question, not that you mind it. But it's still pretty early in your relationship and you and Wonwoo are still taking things fairly slowly. It's been a few months, but you haven't had sex yet.

You've gone further than kissing a few times, but things have remained relatively innocent between the two of you. Touching beneath the belt wasn't off the table, but it certainly was a new thing in your relationship and it didn't happen often. He's usually more hesitant about being suggestive around you since you're still a virgin and he doesn't want to rush anything.

Nonetheless, your body goes warm at his suggestive tone. You feel yourself throb and shift yourself on his lap. The little bit of friction causes a soft moan to slip from your lips.

"I want you to make me cum," You whine. Your voice is quiet but filled with desperation.

He's holding himself together, but his head is spinning. His heart starts beating faster as anticipation runs through his veins. There's a small wet patch forming on your panties and he can feel it pressed against his hard cock.

"You want my fingers?" Wonwoo asks.

You nod in response to his question eagerly. His cock twitches beneath you knowing that you want him, need him. You look up at him with round eyes. They're so innocent yet filled with lust and desperation.

His thoughts are flooded with you. You're always on his mind, to tell the truth. But you're clouding his mind even more and making his head spin. You have such a strong effect on him.

He lifts your hips up, pulling your white cotton panties off and tossing them onto the living room floor. You bring your bare crotch back down onto his lap, one of his oversized jerseys covering your body

Silently, you guide his hand into your mouth, sucking on his fingers and making them wet. His breath catches in his throat as you suck on his fingers.

He turns you around on his lap, pressing your back onto his chest. He holds you still with one of his arms wrapped around your frame.

He wastes no time plunging his soaked fingers into you. His digits slip into your folds easily, curving up deep into you. Your back leans further into his chest. His broad frame supports you from behind and his cock twitches in the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Ah fuck–" You gasp, moaning out.

Your back arches as his fingers stretch your cunt.

"Motherfucker–" He groans lowly.

He withdraws his fingers slowly from your folds. You whine and shift uncomfortably in his lap. You can't see, but his brings his fingers to his lips. He spits onto them, lubricating his fingers more. It drives you crazy. He really didn't need to, not with the way you're soaking his fingers and sweatpants already. But there's something so lewd, so filthy about it. It's turning you on so much.

A smack lands on your cunt as his damp fingers return to where you need him. You shift in his lap again, brushing against his hard cock. He slips his fingers back into your wet cunt, this time thrusting his fingers into you faster than before.

He's restless, curving his fingers perfectly and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a squeal, resting your head back against his shoulder as your back arches.

You gasp for breath, moans getting caught in your throat as he fingers you. The squelch of your cunt fills the living room. It's filthy, and you fucking love it. Your eyes roll back and you cry out when his fingers press against your g-spot.

"You still with me gorgeous?" He asks.

"Hah– mhm," You nod.

Your body tenses in his lap as your hips roll into his fingers to their own rhythm. You struggle to control your body, overwhelmed with pleasure and rapidly chasing your approaching high.

He hums in satisfaction. "Gonna give you want you want now." He mumbles against the shell of your ear.

He doesn't need a response to know how badly you want this. His fingers pick up in pace, continuing to brush against the sweet spot inside of you.

A groan escapes his lips as you continue rolling your hips against his fingers desperately. He wants to ruin you, so badly. The sight of you in his lap right now is sending his mind racing. The thoughts clouding his mind alone could make him ruin his sweats untouched.

Your nails dig into the couch as you desperately squirm to find something to hold onto. Your eyes screw shut as you gasp for breath.

"Wonu–fuck–ah!" You groan. He places more pressure on your inner falls, wrist movements coming to a halt. He presses his fingers into your sweet spot, allowing you to continue fucking yourself on his fingers as your high has your head spinning.

You clench around his fingers tightly. You whine and cry out, vision going white as your pussy throbs around his fingers. You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily as you come down from your high.

He leans his head back against the couch and sighs. His adam's apple is prominent and he uses his middle and ring finger to push his glasses up on his nose.

You climb off his lap, face growing hot when you see the wet stain on his grey sweats. "Sorry," You apologize.

He looks down, eyes drifting to where yours seem to be focused on. He lets out a breathy chuckle. " 'S okay baby, I don't mind."

He leaves a playful smack on your butt as you walk away toward the bathroom. He adjusts himself in his sweatpants, thoughts of you still flooding his mind.

You enter the bathroom, closing it behind you. You clean yourself up, but the sight and feeling of his hard cock flood your thoughts. You'd be lying if you said he didn't satisfy you, but you're still undeniably horny. You splash your face with some cool water to distract your mind.

You make your way back to the living room, sitting next to him on the couch. He pulls you back onto his lap comfortably and changes the tv setting from the Wii to Disney +.

He scrolls mindlessly through the options. "You hungry? I was thinking we could order in."

You're having an even harder time focusing now. He's still sprouting a semi beneath you

"I wanna return the favor, Wonu," You blurt.

"I was thinking Thai–oh," Wonwoo clears his throat.

He shakes his head and presses a kiss on your cheek from behind. "It's okay baby, you don't have to worry about me."

"No I want to," You admit. "I'm still horny, and I wanna make you feel good too. Please?"

He's having an internal battle with himself. It feels like things are moving a little quickly, but who is he to deny you? Especially when you're in his lap practically begging him.

He licks his lips slowly, contemplating a response. Thoughts of you have been clouding his mind doing exactly this and he can't help but be selfish and indulge.

"Fuck... okay," He agrees.

You tug at his sweatpants excitedly. You lifts your hips, pulling his underwear and sweats down to his knees in one movement. You sit back down on his thighs, eyes fixated on his dick.

He's only sprouting a semi, not nearly as hard as when he was fingering you early. No biggie.

You tilt your head down, spit falling down onto his cock from your mouth. You start stroking him. He's big and heavy in your hand, it's a little intimidating at first.

But you adjust quickly, finding a steady rhythm. You feel him breathe out in relief at the feeling of your hand. You feel a newfound sense of confidence build inside of you.

Your hand runs along his length, feeling the thick veins on his cock. You can feel the way he grows in your hand, twitching as it rises to full length and hardness.

The tip is flushed pink and dribbles out precum. He lets out a soft curse.

You couldn't help but let your mind imagine how it would feel inside of you. You knew you weren't ready for it yet, but you couldn't help but imagine it. If it was anything like his fingers earlier, you could most certainly consider the possibility of taking your relationship to the next level.

Although, you know it'll hurt. Wonwoo is big, incomparable with his fingers. You know he'd take good care of you, do everything in his power to ease the pain and make you feel good.

His hips jerk when you swipe your thumb across the sensitive tip. He spurts more precum and groans at the sensation. You're practically drooling at the sight of him.

Wonwoo is never this reactive. He's always been more of the calm stoic type. But you're bringing out another side of him, and it's turning you on like crazy.

"Wanna suck it," You breathe out.

Wonwoo tilts his head back into the couch. His hand covers his face as he holds himself back. "Holy fuck..." He breathes out shakily.

You climb off his lap, dropping down to your knees.

"Take your time... Don't wanna hurt you–ah" He moans.

You open your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. You taste the precum on your tongue, swiping it across his sensitive tip. He holds himself back from thrusting his cock all the day down your throat. He grips the couch tightly, sinking deeper into the leather beneath him.

He's trying so hard to be a good guy and do the right thing. But fuck, you're making it so hard. He doesn't wanna give you more than you can handle, but the sight of you right now makes him want to ruin you.

Your hand doesn't leave his cock, continuing to stroke him as you take the tip into your mouth. You start off bobbing your head slowly, running your tongue along the bottom side of his length.

He groans, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and helps to guide your head. You're careful not to let your teeth drag, focusing on making sure he feels good.

"Fuck, gorgeous," He groans. "What are you doing to me?"

His words shoot straight to your core. You press your thighs together and take his words as encouragement. You take more of his length down your throat, allowing his tip to touch the back of your throat.

"Holy shit–" He moans. "You're so good, fuck ah–"

He grips the leather of the couch harder, digging his nails into the material to restrain himself from fucking your throat. He gasps and moans, allowing a few curses to slip from his lips.

You continue stroking him, taking more of his into your mouth. You bob your head a little faster, saliva thoroughly coating his length. His tip continues to touch the back of your throat, causing you to gag and tear up.

You stop for a moment, coughing as you wipe your tears and catch your breathe.

"You good?" He asks.

You nod. "I'm good."

"Take your time baby," He coos. "Don't need to rush it."

You nod again before taking him back into your mouth.

You pace yourself, starting slow and progressively growing quicker and more confident with your moves. He guides you using the makeshift ponytail, making sure you don't get ahead of yourself again.

Your other hand cups his balls, making him let out a throaty groan. His cock twitches and throbs in your mouth and hand. "I'm close, baby" He warns you.

You remain steady in your movements, prioritizing his pleasure. His cock throbs once more before his body jerks. "Oh shit–"

He lifts your head off of his cock with your hair and grabs his cock with his other hand. He strokes himself to finish, shooting his load into your mouth. Even overwhelmed with pleasure, he doesn't spurt any of it onto your face.

He groans once more as he comes down from his high. He lets out a breath. "You can spit it, don't feel pressured to–"

Before he can finish his sentence, you swallow his load with ease. His cock twitches at the sight, but he prioritizes you. He dresses himself properly and lifts you back onto his lap. You face him, resting your head on his chest.

He holds you securely, rubbing his hands along your back softly.

"Was that okay?" He asks, continuing to draw circles on your back.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He looks down at you, seeing you nibble on your bottom lip pensively.

"You sure?"

You nod hesitantly.

He can tell there's still something on your mind. You've just got that look on your face.

"What's bothering you?" He asks.

You shake your head, burying your head in his chest. He lifts your head, softening his tone with you. "Hey, talk to me."

You frown. "I don't know.... like I feel like I'm ready, but at the same time I'm not sure."

"To have sex?" He asks.

You nod. "I don't know if I'm just getting ahead of myself or if it's really what I want. I'm just a little scared, but I think I want to."

"I get it, but we won't do it unless you're 100% sure. I don't wanna jump into anything prematurely and have regrets. Doesn't matter how much you're on the fence, it won't happen unless you're in it 100%. You hear me?"

You nod. "Thank you Wonwoo, you're the best."

He kisses your cheek. "Just for you."

"I think I'm just overthinking it cuz I'm still horny," You confess.

He leans back into the couch and lets out a breathy chuckle. "Shit Y/n, you're insatiable."

You grin. "Just for you."

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[finaleourconcert]

our composition book || jeong jaehyun social media au

who could have thought it would all start with a bunch of bad jokes?

'el señor de la noche' is a pub known in town for its very varied themed activities and parties, which can go from open mic/rap battle night to karaoke/concert night to evenings of dance practice for the elders to midnight dj sessions. and it is at this place where jeong jaehyun makes a reality of his frustrated childhood dream

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc [fem]

genre: strangers (to acquaintances) to lovers, mutual pining, just two adults trying to get through their quarter-life crisis

status: ongoing!–

important: all of nct 127 (ot8) members are involved but none of them are idols per se, there will be written parts as well so the fic as a whole makes more sense, updates are probably going to be random and slow but i will try my best, don't mind timestamps unless stated

author's note: this is my first time posting on tumblr because i generally write on ao3 but i thought it could be fun trying a smau this time so you guys are going to have to bear with me lmao also keep in mind english isn't my first language so there could be unintentional grammar mistakes. oh and just in case someone needs to know: chapters with titles in cursive are (half) written.

au's title: our composition book by wild nothing

any feedback (specially comments) is well appreciated <3

ps: if anyone wants to be tagged, let me know in the comments!

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[covenha]

The Perfect Cocktail

Synopsis: You and San get into a fight that leads to Seonghwa and Siyeon having to mix up the perfect cocktail to get the both of you to make up. Pairings: Bff!San x fem!reader ; Renjun from NCT dream is also mentioned in the fic but not as a love interest per se; Siyeon from Dreamcatcher is Seonghwa's fraternal twin in this because I said so genre: crack, fluff, angst if u squint and look really hard Warnings: alcohol drinking and going to a club, oc jokes about offing herself once because of school, Siyeon jokes about a dilf professor WC: 2.8k (I got way too carried away this was supposed to be a blurb 😭); flashbacks are in italics a/n: this is fiction, so anything that is written in this piece does not portray these people's character irl. Please always read the warnings carefully. I got way too carried away with this one, but I hope you guys enjoy it! HIMYM is one of my favorite TV shows and I was inspired to write this fic because I rewatched a couple episodes. I also have no clue why I keep writing about clubs and sports, I have like 0 background in that so if there are any inaccuracies then you'll just have to deal with it lmao. I highkey think the formatting of this fic is off but as always, your feedbacks are always deeply appreciated. Hope you enjoy the fic!

“You know, if it bothers you so much, you should just go and talk to him.” Siyeon points out, taking you out of your train of thought.

“I mean, I could…” But you wouldn’t. Siyeon shakes her head.

You and San had a lot in common. You met at the age of six when you both decided you wanted to learn taekwondo. You shared a love for mint chocolate chip ice cream, a dislike for vegetables, and a deep passion for cats. But above all, you were both painfully in love with each other and too afraid to admit it. In your years of friendship, this was one of the biggest fights you’ve had to date. 

[ 1 week ago ]

“I can’t believe you, San. You know how much this club means to me!” You point at San, your eyes are filled with disbelief. The arts club was something that you had joined on a whim during the first week of freshman year, but as time lapsed you grew to love the small group of artists in it. 

“It was only a suggestion, I swear. I didn’t know they meant the arts club. C’mon, y/n, you gotta believe me.” He massages the bridge of his nose, then looks at you. 

“God, you jocks never fucking think about anyone else but yourselves.” You mumble. A hurt expression quickly flashes on San’s face but he quickly regains his composure. You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. The lunch in front of the both of you is forgotten as the atmosphere gets more heated. 

“Look, when I suggested getting funding from somewhere else, I had no idea they’d take it from the arts club. Hell, I didn’t even think they’d take my idea seriously. Y/n, we need the money to get better equipment. You know this. We might actually have a fighting chance against SMU this year!” San argues with you. 

“We had to fight tooth and nail for that money, San. You know those funds were going to help renovate the studio.” You bite back. 

Siyeon and Seonghwa exchanged concerned glances. As fraternal twins, they were extremely good at communicating with each other, almost to the point of telepathy. They shared a look that they knew meant one thing. 

We need to do something about this.

[ 5 days later ]

You groan as you plop yourself on your bed. Today was a long day. You woke up late to your first lecture of the day, scraped your knee because you tripped while running to said class, and had to skip lunch for an emergency meeting with your groupmates for your health ethics class. You silently cursed at your professor for thinking that an impromptu group project was a good idea. 

“I despise that man.” You mumble into your pillow, still laying face down on it. 

“I don’t know, if it wasn’t unethical I’d probably tap that.” You lift your head off of your pillow just to throw Siyeon a disgusted look. 

“Mr. Kyle?! Gross.”

“What? He’s tall and cute. He gives me Carlisle Cullen vibes” Siyeon reasons out.

“He’s also 33, Siyeon.” She just chuckles at my words. 

“Well, enough about your professor. You need a break. You aren’t looking too good.” Siyeon looks at me with genuine concern. 

I probably looked worse than I felt. It was midterms week and deadlines were piling up. To make matters worse, you and San had not talked to each other for the whole week. But both of you were too stubborn to apologize to each other. 

“God, tell me about it. I’m one minor inconvenience away from becoming a statistic.” You joke. 

“Well….” Siyeon starts, I look over at her. “Midterms week ends this week, we could go clubbing this Saturday?” I groan at this suggestion. 

“Siyeon, you did not just suggest that. Remember the last time we went out clubbing?”

“One more martini, kind sir!” Siyeon giggled at the bartender. He handed her the nth martini of the night, and she waddled her way back to the booth where you, San, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s friend, were stationed. 

“You know what would be stupid? If you guys dared us to make out. Wouldn’t that be so stupid?” Siyeon giggles again, while nursing her martini. Your eyes widen as you shake your head. She leans into you, making heart eyes at you then looking over to the boys. 

“I dare you guys to dare us to make out.”

Needless to say, you were adamant to get her to sober up quickly that night. 

“Every. Time.” You deadpan at Siyeon. 

“What?! We had a great timeeeee.” She whines out her sentence. She gives me her best set of puppy eyes and looks at me with a pout. 

“Pretty please.” 

“Fine. But no martinis. I mean it.” You could never say no to her puppy eyes. 

“I only suggested that because it would be so stupid…. So stupid.” she mumbles. But she grins inwardly, the plan had to work. 

She sends Seonghwa a text. 

SY: she folded, going clubbing tom SH: san just agreed to tomorrow too SH: operation perfect cocktail is a go SY: i did not agree to calling it that SY: nerd 🫵

[ Earlier that morning ]

The twins are sitting at their apartment table munching on some stale cereal. They clearly had a lot on their mind. It had been 4 days and you and San were still actively trying to avoid each other. This fight had been going on too long for comfort. Usually, you and San resolved fights within 2 days of starting them. You guys were whipped for each other, but too stupid to actually realize it. 

“We need to interfere.” Seonghwa breaks the silence. 

“Yeah, but they clearly won’t talk to each other. At least, not sober.” Siyeon reasons out.

“Wait no, that’s actually a great idea. We need to get those bitches drunk!” He suggests, pointing his spoon around.

“But, we can’t just get them any kind of drunk. We need a plan, Hwa.” 

“Right, right. We need to get them the right kind of drunk. How about something mellow, red wine?” He suggests. 

“I don’t know, red wine has a weird effect on y/n. She reaches like, a sad point of clarity.” 

The room was buzzing with excitement as the countdown for the new year was about to start. Siyeon was sitting across y/n, at a college bar sipping on some red wine. 

“B+. All my life I just wanted to be an A, but I’m a B+. And I just have to live with that?” she stares at her glass with a forlorn expression. 

Happy New Year!

“If we want them to open up, I say we go straight up gin.” Siyeon gets a piece of paper to write down their ideas. 

“Hmmm, last time San got gin drunk it was at that trashy sports bar. He almost got into a fight that night” Seonghwa shakes his head. 

San was trudging through the dimly lit hallway trying to find the men’s room. He turns left and notices another guy walking towards him. 

“Look at this dude. Who does he think he is? Walking to me, showing me no respect. I’ll show this chump what I’m made of.” San thinks to himself. 

He continues walking down the hallway, taking large strides trying to size up his opponent. Just as he is about to make contact with his newly sworn enemy– thump.

What the? 

Oh. It was a mirror. 

“How about cocktails… Pina Coladas?” Seonghwa suggests.

“Well, when san has one of those he gets really into himself.”  Seonghwa recalls. 

It was a halloween tradition for the five of you to hang out at the twin’s apartment and have cocktails. And as the night progressed everyone was getting buzzed with the “pina ghoul-adas” made by Hongjoong. Everyone was gathered at the front of the television watching Gonjiam– all except San who was too scared to even look at the TV. Instead, he was stationed at the front of a full-length mirror nursing the yellow drink in his hand and swaying to the sounds of the movie. He was looking at his own reflection with sensual feline eyes. Clearly he was feeling himself.

“Hey guys. I dare you to dare us to make out.” San playfully winks at his own reflection. 

“Sannie, you know that’s another mirror right?” Hongjoong points out. But San is too busy flirting with his own reflection.

“They’re idiots.” Seonghwa sighs. 

“Agreed.” Siyeon nods. 

“This better work. I can’t have another lunch with the both of them going at each other. They ruined taco tuesday.” Seonghwa says solemnly. 

“We got this.” Siyeon smirks. 

If there was one thing the Park twins were great at, it was meddling in other people’s lives. To this day, you still shudder at what they did to Chris after he stole and reformatted Hongjoong’s laptop. You never wanted to get on either of their bad sides. 

[ Saturday night ]

Dolled up and ready to finally let loose, you and Siyeon book an uber going to the club that you guys usually frequent. But when you get there, you aren’t too thrilled to see San standing near the entrance with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. You look over to Soyeon with an unimpressed look. 

“Really?” You deadpan at her.

“The boys wanted to come with, okay? And I knew you would cancel on me if you knew….” She smiles sheepishly at you. But you know what? You were not going to let some stupid boy get in between you and a fun time. 

“God, I need to get drunk.” You sigh to yourself. This night better be a fun one. 

You guys walk into the club after lining up to get in. The place is teeming with sweaty bodies dancing and grinding on the dancefloor. Usually, you would have cringed at the sight of so many people. But with the 3 shots of tequila you and Siyeon drank as pre-game, the positive buzz was humming through your body and your inhibitions were starting to melt away. You guys make it to the bar but there is a line to get drinks. Hongjoong leaves for the men’s room, and the twins volunteer to get the first round of drinks, leaving you and San to awkwardly sit in silence as you wait for the twins to come back. 

Lining up at the bar, the twins look over to you and San basically ignoring each other. Sitting across from each other at the booth, it looks like the both of you haven’t even said anything to each other. 

“Okay, we’ve cross-referenced every alcoholic drink with their reactions. What’s the right drink for this situation?” Siyeon she eyes the both of you sitting at the booth.

“They aren’t even looking at each other…. Hmm, we need a drink that will start a fight.” Seonghwa says. 

Gin.

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“God and we’re back to this again. You can’t honestly believe that I would suggest something like that and be serious about it y/n.” San’s eyebrows furrow at your unimpressed expression.

“I don’t know, San. Can I? I knew you didn’t like me hanging out with Renjun but this would be taking it way too far.” You roll your eyes at him. Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in you. Or maybe it was the over stimulating environment. But whatever it was, you were getting fired up. In fact, you both were. 

“What does this have to do with me not liking Renjun?! I don’t like the bitch but I wouldn’t backstab you like that like some crazy psycho!” Bringing up Renjun clearly bothered San a lot. Of course, he didn’t like him. He could tell that he also had a crush on you. It takes one to know one, you could say. But he would rather manscape coach Liu before he admitted that out loud. Deep down, he knew that some sick part of him was a little happy that you would spend a little less time with the boba-eyed boy. But, he didn’t want to tear down something that he knew meant a lot to you. 

“Well if you really were my friend, you should’ve fought for me!” You point at him. 

“Okay, now that we have them where we want them. We need a drink that will make them emotionally vulnerable. I’m talking full on Kim Kardashian ugly crying.” Seonghwa says. 

“Right. Right. We need something that will turn subtext into text.”Siyeon scans through the handy notes that she took down. 

Whisky.

-----

“I just felt like I was never good enough to be your friend. I’m not talented in drawing like you are. I could never really relate to how you and Renjun banter over your arts and stuff. It felt like I was being replaced!” He tears up. His pout and his red face was melting your heart. 

“Oh Sannie, I could never replace you. I was just so hurt when the club’s funds were going to be used for something else. I was so upset that I took it out on you. I just wanted something to be involved in, you know? To feel important.” You slur out your heartfelt words. 

“y/n, you are so important to me. Like super duper atomic bomb important.” San hiccups. 

“It just felt like you were getting so involved with soccer that you would forget about me…” You pout, tears starting to gather in your eyes. 

“Oh god, I never thought about how you would feel.” San cries out.

“I never thought about how YOU would feel. I’m such a dingus.” You wipe away your tears and frown. You see a bit of your mascara in your finger. But you felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulder. 

“Man that got depressing real fast.” Siyeon looks over at both of your forms drunkenly leaning on one another after that heart-to-heart conversation. 

“We need them to let loose a little. I mean, that’s what we came here for anyway. Might as well give them a little of what they actually came here for.” Seonghwa points out.

Pina Colada.

-----

You and San are slowly swaying your hips to the tunes of Charli XCX’s top hits. The strobe lights are bouncing off the walls, the bass of the songs vibrating throughout the club so hard they make your heart hurt. The both of you were finally having some fun after midterms week fried your brain. 

“Wooooo! Fuck health ethics, fuck my professor, and fuck midterms week!” You nod to the beat of the song. 

San was dancing in front of a mirror placed on the corner of the club, just having a great time twirling the little umbrella that came with his drink. He was making the same sensual look at himself in the mirror, biting his lip even. 

“God I missed this feeling.” Seonghwa sighs in satisfaction, looking over at the two of you breaking it down to Guess by Charli XCX. 

“I know right. Now I know why we love meddling in people’s lives so much. Dance my puppets, dance!” Siyeon rubs her hands together like a villain in a disney movie. 

“Okay, let’s end the night before they black out and forget everything. We need to end it with a bang.” Seonghwa says. 

Beer.

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“I love you.” San slurs while stumbling across the pavement with his one arm wrapped around your waist.

“No, I love YOU.” You giggle and boop his nose. You are swayed by his unsteady walking. 

“God, we are just so loving. Nobody is doing it like us, y/nie.” San smiles thoughtfully. 

The both of you are a giggling mess as the twins try and haul you into Hongjoong’s car. The drive to the twins’ apartments was riddled with a bunch more “I love you”s being drunkenly slurred between the both of you. Hongjoong, who was the drunk driver, was nervously looking at the backseat every now and then, hoping and praying that neither of you vomit in his car. But the real challenge was getting the both of you up 3 flights of stairs. 

After successfully hauling the both of you into the apartment, you and San lay a tangled mess on their pull-out couch. The both of you are out cold once the twins managed to change most of your soiled clothes. Sleeping like babies while cuddling each other, the twins look exhausted but satisfied at their work. 

“Mission Perfect Cocktail: Success!” Seonghwa whisper-shouts while pumping his fist in the air.

“I never agreed to call it that.” Siyeon repeats herself.

“Whatever, you donkey. You just hate that I’m more creative than you.” Seonghwa snaps back at Siyeon. 

“Oh please, like I could ever be jealous of your virginity corner.” Siyeon claps back. 

“Hey!”

[wonyushi]

౨ৎ 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓜𝐘 𝓐𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ⸝⸝ T. YUSHI ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

𝓼ynopsis. Joining the ranks of Wish Academy’s cupids was Sayu’s ultimate dream for the coming school year. However, vacant 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, and she she was not the only angel eyeing the love-bow-shooting job. OR. in which Sayu navigates life as a hopeful-trainee cupid, while avoiding the misconduct that the neighbouring devils of Tartarus Hall were wreaking upon them.

meet the cast. angel!yushi 𝒙 angel!fem-oc

genre. angel / cupid au. non-idol. social media au. boarding school au. romance. comedy. love triangle. one-sided rivals to friends to lovers. calm x chaotic. inspired by nct wish’s whole cupid concept.

featuring. jungwon & ni-ki of ENHYPEN. gyuvin of ZB1. hanni & danielle of NEWJEANS. NCT WISH. and more…

warnings. main girl / f!oc has a set name, personality and background (only read if comfy! ><). slight suggestive / kys jokes. profanities. lore inaccuracies (they act human at times). occasionally ooc (to fit the plotlines, some idols casted may act differently from their real-world counterparts). more to be added…

status. ongoing ( started : 04 / 09 / 2024 ) … // updates are not fixed but will be pushed out whenever i can — will be striving for at the very least, three chapters per week!

taglist. open! 🎀

yuyu’s message! — hii fellow yushi enjoyers (or whoever just stumbled upon this) >< this is in no way my first time writing at all but it is my very first work published on this account and it’s my way of contributing more love for wishies on tumblr! i hope you’ll enjoy, even if it’s not perfect ^^ (ignore all timestamps please!)

now playing.. — ANGELS ( chase atlantic ) ‣ heaven and back ( chase atlantic ) ‣ guilty as sin? ( taylor swift ) ‣ the alchemy ( taylor swift ) ‣ angel baby ( troye sivan ) ‣ tell me, will we survive? ( pryvt )

𝜗𝜚 PROFILES.

⌗cherubs ⌗cupids ⌗tartarus

𝜗𝜚 CHAPTERS.

one. cupid society

two. class of the year

three. god forbid

four. siblings or dating?

five. 345-6789

six. extra sprinkles

seven. tartarus hall(?)

eight. the allergies

nine. thinking thoughts

© wonyushi .ᐟ.ᐟ 2024

[eventuallyaugust]

bound by the rules masterlist smau

pairing/s: lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

summary: txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

tags... crack, fluff; angst; hurt(?); suggestive/smut (not all time); kinda slow burn (not the do i like her slow burn, but those longer than a min touches and longing gazes kind of slow burn); no beta we die like men; love at first sight; friends to lovers

warning/s... love triangle; angst; too many things going on; an ungodly amount of time skips; suggestive/smut themes; dark jokes; toxic staffs and management; scandals; dark themes & graphic content: strong language, bullying (affectionately); multiple mentions of alcohol and its consumption; many more to be added

setting... story will start in 2022

featuring... txt, lesserafim, aespa, itzy (mostly ryujin), ive (mostly annyeongz), choi yena, skz bangchan, nct jaehyun, g-idle yuqi, enhypen heeseung, some bts members, and many more that often pops up in just one of the chapters.

status... DISCONTINUED

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profiles. bighit's baby giants, too pretty to be ais, not-so-fearless with bugs, the seven avengers

chapters (number of chapters & some titles still unidentified)

⭐ - fav chap

01 | happy birthday to you⭐

02 | new bestie unlocked

03 | birth month twinnie (half written)

04 | pretty elevator girl (kinda half written)

05 | tagged along

06 | birthday money

07 | meeting for what?! (mostly written)

08 | MEETING?? HER?? WHAT??

09 | minjeong's research

10 | lee fcking soo-man (written) ⭐

11 | give me your bets

12 | field day (pt.1)⭐

13 | the claw machine⭐

14 | party party yeah

15 | alexa, play drama by txt (written)⭐

16 | she is like dramama ramama

17 | #prayforheeseung

18 | gay panic-ese⭐

19 | txt's first 2022 vlive (written)⭐

20 | lord me when⭐

21 | be careful what you wish for (written) ⭐

22 | something bad just happened ⭐

23 | perfect friends ⭐

24 | matchz? it's a matchz! ⭐

bonus... matchmaker episodes

25 | 0 7 . 3 0

26 | seol & umji?? seolji?

27 | haters gonna hate

28 | wee-woo 🚨🚨

29 | a house of cards (written)

30 | us against the world

31 | through the cracks

32 | without the foundation

extra/s:

bbtr plot timeline

2022

2023

2024

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misc hyunseol - kprofile | articles | spotify playlist | youtube compilations | fem idols crushing on her | matchz playlist | oddz playlist

a/n: seol can be interpreted as the reader or whole other person. it was supposed to be y/n, not seol but i find it hard to imagine if i pair yunjin and karina to someone i can't imagine, so that's where seol is born.

disclaimer all images and pictures used in this story are not all mine. they belong to their rightful owners and i therefore give credits to their edits. since this is a smau, all of the happenings and events within are made up and the product of my imagination. any similarity to real-life occurrences or individuals, whether alive or deceased, is entirely coincidental. SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY.

@ eventuallyaugust 2024 | navi

[jammingjaem]

⌇🩵 welcome

lex ; she/her ; 22 ; ‘00 liner ; filo-am ; jaemin luvr (real)

account started 082923 !

more information? here’s my carrd & linktree!

⌇🩵 what i write & don’t write !

i don’t write smut, i don’t write for male genders, or mxm ^^ (i’ve only had experience writing fem readers/ocs so i’m really sorry </3), & i don’t write for girl groups either ^^

i mostly write for nct + sungtaro ! though i stan enha, txt, piwon, atz, & some other groups as well so if i get req of specific groups & idols, i apologize in advance if i don’t do them (since i may not stan or know them ^^)

i can work on short drabbles & texts only ^^ i’m not at all confident with longer fics </3, (though i’m slightly confident with text au fics but they may be short)

quick note that everything you read is purely fictional !! please don’t be shy to req !! i swear i’m nice </33

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[tvlipwon]

shade of yellow; yang jungwon

in which two people, at the end of the day, always find their way to each other.

pairing—jungwon x fem!oc

genre—social media au, angst, fluff, idol!jungwon, femidol!oc, school classmates, friends to lovers.

warnings—FICTIONALIZED version of jungwon, other enhypen members, and r u next contestants, language (swearing), alcohol mention and usage. (again, this is work of fiction everyone!!)

summary—after raena was unable to debut during the R U Next survival show, her along with 5 other members that were unable to debut were put into one group after the show ended under the name of RUNYX. a certain ex schoolmate of hers, which is also her senior artist, was silently – maybe not so silently – cheering her on.

public accounts | private accounts

[🎵] shade of yellow - griff | hands on me - taeyeon | bills - enhypen | celebrity - chloe moriondo | the blue - gracie abrams | ditto - new jeans | give love - akmu | lavender haze - taylor swift | plot twist - niki | heart of gold - griff |

PARTS. one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven | other parts will be listed here!

taglist. request open!

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[note! i have other smau on my other blog dedicated to nct dream! other smau – Jaemin; Afar | Jisung; Cross The Line | Haechan; Just us | Mark; Mistaken Fate. ]

[rosiebyrnjun]

LETTERS AND WHITE ROSES - PJS, SMAU

In where she saw him while she was out with her friends at the park. From afar he looked so beautiful and carefree. She was mesmerized by the way his hair would blow with the cool autumn breeze. He on the other hand, had noticed her and her friends sitting under a tree. He smiled at the sight of the three girls enjoying their afternoon, and although the three of them caught his attention. His focus was more on the short haired girl in the center.

They both left the park without talking to one another not knowing that, that afternoon was the beginning of their love story.

basketball player!jisung x fem!oc

genre ; humor, college au, sports/basketball au, strangers to friends to lovers, a little angsty, fluff, mutual pining

extras ; teasing, sexual and death jokes, jisung and oc fall for each other the second they see each other, but awkward with one another when they are in the same room, jisung has blue hair cause I miss his blue hair, my basketball knowledge sucks!!

authors note ; mostly posting this for myself because I’ve had this idea in my head for so so so long. And by so long I mean since beginning of 2023💀 I also posted something similar to this before deleting it, so if it looks similar to something you’ve seen, that’s why. Updates may not be frequent since I have school and other things to do, plus I get grounded on a daily basis, mb🤷‍♀️

started ; 01/23/24

status ; on going

featuring ; NCT DREAM, ENHYPEN’s Heeseung and Sunghoon, LE SSERAFIM’s Yunjin and Chaewon, Chaewon as Lee Jinri, and IVE’s Jang Wonyoung.

playlist ; NewJeans - Ditto, Chase Atlantic - Falling, Chase Atlantic - Moonlight, IVE - Off the Record, Taylor Swift - Paper Rings, NewJeans - Super Shy, NewJeans - Hype Boy, Nayeon - Love Countdown

Profiles (1) — profiles (2)

1) Admiring from afar

2) No chance!

3) Cheating

4) Surprise entrance

©rosiebyrnjun

[rcsejunie]

afar; na jaemin [finale]

this was it, they thought. the two stayed still inside the car, not moving. jaemin tried to let go but his body just won't let him. when she finally braved herself to pull away from his grip, she silently wiped her tears that fell unconsciously throughout the ride to the airport. the sky was still dark early in the morning. dami turned her head to face jaemin and brought her hand to touch his cheek.

"i'll go now." she whispered.

jaemin couldn't answer immediately and he couldn't even look her in the eyes. he promised to himself that he would be strong and he would be brave but he couldn't even look her in the eyes.

dami's hands started to shake and she finally started moving her legs to go out of the car. in an instant, without much thought, jaemin also walked out of the car. he was strictly told to not leave the car, that was his condition to send her off at the airport, but he just couldn't let her walk out on him again.

when dami was on her feet she was surprised when she saw jaemin running towards her, crashing on to her, almost tripping her back.

"you can't go out the car, jaemin." she whispered in the crook of his neck.

"we can't make this work, can we?" jaemin asked. his voice was no longer desperate. there was no longer a strain on his voice as he asked the question. he understood the role he was put in and he had to push through it. he was finally at a place where he had to let her go. dami still kept her eyes trained to meet his before she shook her head,

“i love you,” those three words that was never said but has always been there are finally uttered, “it’s crazy—i’ve never said it before but i always have and always will. in the future, if our paths ever cross once more, know that i will always be here. if the world will ever be kind enough to accept this love, know that i will always be here.”

dami was thinking of words she wanted to say, what she needed to say. she had practiced her monologue over and over again but hearing jaemin's vulnerable words made her head go dizzy. she can no longer recall the things she had practiced, “whatever happens in the future… i want you to also know that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. even if—even if our paths don’t cross, even if we don’t see each other ever again after this… i am yours. never forget that. i too have never said it but… i love you, na jaemin.”

“you are and always will be my last, kang dami.”

the one and only time they finally say i love you to each other is the last time they will ever get to say it – or will it be the last time?

FINAL. mlist | previous

pairing—jaemin x fem!oc (idol!jaemin, friends to lovers to ex to ?, staff!oc, stylist!oc)

summary—in 2019, kang dami, was lucky enough to be given a spot as a stylist at sm entertainment. shadowing multiple stylists before officially becoming a full time staff member in 2020 and started working mainly to be NCT Dream’s stylists. a story about an idol and a staff member sharing intimate temporary moments together. in which, they both lost the war.

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[atinyjules]

Second Time's The Charm Ft. Huang Renjun {ch-2}

A/n: I am back! I was gonna post this two days ago but my period came early and well...your girl experienced her first period migraines and let me tell you...I have never ever felt a migraine as bad as the one I got two days ago but I feel better now! So without further a do!

Here it iss

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

Renjun's

I groaned as I felt someone tap continuously on my shoulder. Annoyed, I shifted to the other side and ignored the calls of my name. I relaxed and began drifting to sleep after a while when I felt cold water on my face, causing me to jolt and sit up quickly.

"What the actual fu-" I was cut mid sentence by the high pitched voice of Taeil hyung's youngest.

"Uncle Renjun! Dinner!" I made a mental note to myself to lock my room every time I nap as I looked at the child who held his dragon plushie.

"Did you have to throw water at me?" I raised my voice, making Taejun pout before poking his tongue out at me.

"Dad said, tap thrice and if he doesn't wake up...shake him twice, if he still doesn't wake up...splash water at him." Taejun said, mimicking his father's mannerisms, making me chuckle dryly.

"You know, kids who always listen to their elders too much become nerds when they're older." I said to Taejun, who gasped at me.

" Is that why you're weird? Because you don't listen to elders?" Taejun said in an innocent voice, taking me by surprise.

"Yah!" I exclaimed as he laughed at me.

After changing my wet clothes I lazily went downstairs along with Taejun.

Yuri's

I was currently talking to Jisung who helped me spread out the plates for dinner.

"You know...everyone missed you a lot." Jisung suddenly said making me look up at him.

"Really?" I asked with a smile making him flustered as he looked away.

"Yeah...why didn't you come visit?" He said making g me go silent as I thought about it.

Renjun

"I don't know...maybe because you know, medical school is hard and i just wanted to be the best i suppose." I said making him nod.

"Yeah, it probably is really hard." Jisung said making me chuckle as I patted his head.

"Stop thinking about it, I'm here now!" I said making him chuckle and nod.

"You won't run away, right? Working with gangsters is not an easy task." Jisung warned making me scoff.

"You guys might be the ones who'll run away from me. Besides, whether you guys are civilians or gangsters you're all still my clients." I say, making him nod when the door suddenly opened, revealing Renjun.

I froze the moment our eyes met, and there was a long, deafening silence that traveled around the dining room. Everyone's eyes were on us as we looked at each other. No matter how hard I tried, the memories kept coming back, and so did my rage.

"Ayy, let's all have dinner, shall we?!" Doyoung exclaimed in hopes of clearing the awkwardness from everyone.

"Yeah! Let's eat!" Mark joined in as everyone began taking a seat.

"Go sit." Yuta motioned me to go sit down and start eating.

"Okay.." I said awkwardly and looked at Renjun one last time before heading towards Taesan, Taeil's middle child.

"Taesan, how's the food? Is it good?" I asked him with a smile before taking the seat next to him.

"Mhm!" He said happily with his mouth full. I chuckled and wiped his cheek with a tissue.

×××

Renjun's

"Come on, let's eat." Jaemin said and wrapped his hand around my shoulder before dragging me to sit in between him and Chenle.

"Mhm... you should try the steak." Chenle said as soon as I sat down. When I didn't reply, he awkwardly cleared his throat and went back to eating.

"Chill, will you?" Jaemin mumbled only for me to hear.

"How do you expect me to chill?" I questioned making him sigh.

"Just chill? That is, if you're actually over the whole fiasco that happened 6 years ago." Jaemin said, making me look at him in disbelief.

"You think I'm affected? I am actually feeling a lot better than I was 6 years ago." I said, making him motion towards me.

"Exactly, if you're over it, you're over it. Leave it at that and go about with your life as usual. Don't talk to her if you don't want to. Just chill." Jaemin said and took a big bite of his steak right after.

"I knew that." I said and aggressively began cutting the steak.

"You're angry." Jeno blurted out without looking up from his plate, eating his food.

"I'm not." I said and ate the piece of steak.

"You are... it's written on your face." Jeno said and looked up at me.

"I'm not.." I replied as Chenle spoke up.

"Can I call her from the 127's table over to our's then?" Chenle asked in a teasing manner, making everyone at the table laugh.

"Renjun is turning red." Jisung said, making me throw my cherry tomato at him.

"Park Jisung!" I stood up from my chair and ran after him to knock some sense into his little brain.

"Wah! Stop! It was just a joke!" Jisung exclaimed in fear as I took a handful of mashed potato and threw it on the floor, causing Jisung to slip and fall.

Before I walked out of the dining room, I saw Yuri making a shocked face while looking at Jisung wincing, and for some reason, it fuelled my anger.

"What are you looking at?" I said before leaving for my room.

Yuri's

What is his problem?

Right after dinner, I was unpacking my things after finishing my night routine. I couldn't help but feel annoyed at how Renjun acted towards me.

"I can't believe I used to date him." I mumbled while folding my clothes but paused and kept the cloth down.

"Although... I really love him back then... he did, too." I mumbled before widening my eyes and realising what I was doing.

"No, no, no, no, nooo! Stop! Stop dwelling in the past!" I exclaimed and slapped my cheek lightly.

"He treated you like trash. He was a jerk! He didn't deserve you, so stop reminiscing about the past Mayuree Leechaiyapornkul!" I warned myself before sighing and letting myself drown in my clothes.

As I laid on top of my clothes, a white box under my bed caught my attention.

"What's this?" I mumbled to myself after taking it out. Since it was covered with dust, I wiped the top of the box with a paper towel.

"Renjun's... what's this doing here?" Although Renjun's name was written, I decided to open it anyway.

I opened the box only to find an old sketch book and a small jewelry box.

"His sketch book, I suppose...but what's this?" I picked up the little jewelry box and tried opening it but failed. After examining the jewelry box, I realised that it needed a key.

I groaned and fell back down on the ground before sitting up again and picking up the sketch book. The very first page gave me an idea of what the contents of the book might be.

Everything that makes me happy

I turned the page only to freeze when I saw my name written in calligraphy. I then turned the page to see a sketch of what seemed to be the back of a girl with curled shoulder-length hair.

"I know this is me..." I mumbled to myself after spotting my favorite cardigan in the sketch.

After analyzing the whole book, I realised it was filled with art and writing about me.

"Did he make it back then?" I questioned to no one in particular.

Huang Renjun is Huang Renjun when Lee Yuri is with him.

Huang Renjun is Huang Renjun when Lee Yuri tells him about her day.

Huang Renjun is Huang Renjun as long as Lee Yuri exists in this world.

I am Huang Renjun because a girl named Lee Yuri is in my life.

I wonder if Renjun realised where he kept his secret box 🤧

That's it for this chapter 💖✨️

I hope y'all liked it, although this chapter was weird. Or maybe it was my period side effects acting up.

Chapter 3 can be found here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖 ✨️

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My Queen 👑

#1 of the 1818 series, Jeno of NCT, NCT DREAM

Warning: NOT AN ACTUAL STORY, THIS IS JUST A IDEA OF MINE. This is a work of fiction with nothing to do with the idol's actual life. I do like some feedback. If you ever feel like "Hey this is very offensive." do tell me.

Pariring: Jeno of NCT, NCT Dream x fem! Oc

Summary: Princess Kiyeon is forced to marry Jeno, a Duke. Being an heir to the throne was already stressful enough but to be Queen she has to marry. She hates the idea of marrying without knowing a man.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi hi everyone. I got inspiration from Bridgerton. These were ideas I had since 2022 and I would like someone to write a story based on this lol.

Written: 6 May 2023

1818 Series Masterlist Here

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The opulent palace, with its sprawling gardens and gilded halls, was both Princess Kiyeon’s home and her stage. Her days were filled with a blend of duty and grace, adhering to the strict protocols and elegant traditions.

Her mornings began with a rigorous regimen of lessons and etiquette training. Under the watchful eyes of esteemed tutors, she studied literature, languages, and the arts, ensuring that she was well-prepared for her future role. Her education was a cornerstone of her preparation to one day govern and represent her family’s legacy.

"Kiyeon, let's have tea later, privately," Her mother, the queen said

The princess nodded

-

“Kiyeon,” the Queen began, her voice calm and measured, “I have been considering the recent developments and your upcoming responsibilities, Now that you have completed your three years of rigorous military training, it is time for us to discuss the next steps.”

Princess Kiyeon, her posture attentive and respectful, set her teacup down gently. “Of course, what is it, mother?”

“I want you to marry,” the Queen stated firmly.

“Excuse me, what?” Princess Kiyeon exclaimed, her voice rising in shock.

The Queen’s expression remained resolute as she set her teacup down. “I need you to marry.”

Kiyeon was baffled. “Pfft, why?”

The Queen leaned forward slightly, her tone serious. “For starters, as the eldest daughter of the royal family, you are the next heir to the throne, It is essential for the continuation of our line, I need you to marry someone to ensure that our lineage is preserved and that the throne remains secure and not diminished.”

"By who?" Kiyeon questioned her mother

“By multiple people and our government! Look, Kiyeon, I know you want to marry for love, but you are now 23 years old. Is there anyone you’ve grown a liking for?” the Queen asked, taking a delicate sip of her tea.

“No…”

The Queen set her cup down and continued, “I have someone respectable and fertile in mind, Meet him today at the pavilion.”

Kiyeon’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Fertile?”

-

“That’s Duke Jeno. He is the Duke of Opal,” Kiyeon’s maid, Dohwa, explained.

Kiyeon, fanning herself with a delicate hand, peered at the Duke from behind a discreet vantage point. “What do you know about him?”

The Duke was in his shooting stance, and the first two buttons of his white shirt began to come off as he gripped his bow firmly.

Kiyeon’s eyes widened as she watched him. “Oh my,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on him as he drew and released an arrow with impressive skill.

“He is quite a breathtaking man,” Dohwa commented.

Kiyeon, still observing, nodded slowly. “Yes, he is.” She says as he shoots an arrow at the archery range

“Your Highness,” Dohwa said with a knowing smile, “I think you’ve become quite a fan of the Duke.”

“A fan?” Kiyeon asked, slightly puzzled. “Like the thing to keep you cool?”

Dohwa shook her head, "No Princess, a Fan has another meaning, it means you like them so much to the point you want to support them and give them your love," Dohwa said

“Well then, I must have a lot of fans,” Kiyeon laughed softly.

“He, too, has many admirers,” Dohwa said, gesturing toward the commotion.

Kiyeon turned her attention to where she heard enthusiastic cheering and clapping. “Oh, I see,” she remarked, observing the scene.

“Urgh, Your Grace!” the other ladies exclaimed in adoration.

The Duke, still engaged in his archery, was the centre of attention

-

“Your Highness,” Duke Jeno said with a respectful bow.

Kiyeon regarded him with a measured look, her gaze briefly noting the partially unbuttoned shirt from earlier but choosing not to comment. “So… you’re the Duke my mother wants me to marry?”

“Yes,” Jeno replied, meeting her gaze steadily

Kiyeon’s expression remained sceptical. “I do not like the idea of marrying someone without love.”

“I understand,” Jeno said calmly. “Your mother is indeed rushing things, but perhaps we can take a different approach, We could try being friends privately while the public believes we are in love.”

“Rushing?” Kiyeon questioned, her brow furrowing.

“The King and Queen would like us to marry within a week,” Jeno explained.

“A week?!” Kiyeon exclaimed in shock.

“Yes,” Duke Jeno confirmed.

“But… but it usually takes months for wedding planning. A royal wedding could take a year, and—” The Princess stuttered, overwhelmed

“They’ve already planned everything—the dress, the venue, all of it,” Jeno said calmly

“W-What?!” Kiyeon’s voice rose in disbelief

“There’s also the coronation, for both of us,” Jeno added

Kiyeon let out a heavy sigh, trying to process the news. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, it turns out the King and Queen want to step down and make you Queen,” Jeno explained. “You’ve completed your training—you’ve been through classes on ruling, military training, the Navy, and the Marines. You’re fully competent.”

“Wow, uh—” Kiyeon’s vision blurred, and she fainted.

“Your Highness!” Jeno exclaimed, rushing to her side.

-

“So they told you all of that but never cared to mention it to me?!” Kiyeon exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration as she regained her composure.

Duke Jeno looked slightly taken aback but quickly composed himself. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I only learned about the details recently myself, I understand this must be overwhelming.”

Kiyeon took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “It certainly is. This is a lot to take in all at once.”

“So why did you agree to marry me?” Kiyeon asked, stepping closer, her tone a mix of curiosity and scepticism. “Was it for money or status?”

Jeno looked at her with a hint of surprise. “No, not at all. I’m a Duke. I already have status and wealth, My decision wasn’t about that.”

Kiyeon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Then why?”

Jeno met her gaze steadily. “I agreed because it’s a duty that aligns with my values. And honestly, I wouldn’t mind marrying a pretty princess.”

-

Coronation

Jeno searched everywhere for his wife until he finally found her in the observatory, sitting on the floor and hugging her knees.

“Kiyeon,” he said softly as he knelt beside her.

“I feel so lost,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I’ve always been ready to take the throne; it’s what I was born to do, I don’t want to mess things up.”

“What if, on my first day as Queen, I find our country is at war because of something I caused? What if—”

Before she could finish, Jeno gently pressed his lips to hers, silencing her worries.

“What if?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. “You have been training to be queen since you were born. You are more than qualified to be the ruler of this country, my queen and with me by your side, we will lead with strength and a united heart.”

He took her hand in his and placed a delicate kiss on it, his gaze steady and reassuring. “We will face whatever comes together, and we will overcome it.”

-

Kiyeon and Jeno stood together in the softly lit chamber, the quiet of the evening settling around them. The gentle flicker of candlelight cast warm shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of intimacy.

Kiyeon turned to Jeno, her expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. “Jeno, we must do this. It’s important for the future of the kingdom. We need to create an heir.”

Jeno’s gaze softened as he met her eyes. “I understand, Your Majesty, I’m ready when you are.”

With a nod, Kiyeon approached the bed, her movements deliberate yet graceful. Jeno followed, his demeanour respectful and caring. As they drew closer, the tension of duty began to dissolve, replaced by a quiet, shared understanding.

Kiyeon, feeling a mix of anticipation and trust, looked at Jeno with a tender gaze. Without a word, she began to unfasten the intricate laces of her corset. The act was deliberate and gentle, a gesture of trust and openness in their private world.

Jeno, observing her with a mixture of reverence and affection, reached out to help. His touch was gentle as he assisted in loosening the corset, his movements reflecting the deep respect he had for her.

As the corset came free, Kiyeon’s posture relaxed, and Jeno’s eyes met hers with a newfound tenderness.

“Must be hard wearing that all day, huh?” Jeno murmured, placing a gentle kiss on her neck.

Kiyeon tilted her head slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she responded, “Yeah, but then again, wearing a crown is harder.”

“I never imagined,” Jeno said softly, “how deeply I’d come to admire the woman behind the crown.”

“Tonight, I see you not just as my queen, but as my partner in all things.”

Kiyeon’s heart fluttered at his words, and she responded with a tender smile. “And I never imagined how comforting it would be to share this with you.”

-

BTW: Kiyeon is born royal so that's why she is Queen. While Jeno wasn't born a royal, he was married to one. Making him a Prince.

The door to the observatory suddenly burst open, revealing a worried Dohwa. She quickly bowed after the abrupt entrance.

“Her Majesty needs you, Prince Jeno,” She said urgently

As Jeno began to move, the Prince’s equerry stepped forward, blocking the way. “You can’t go in there.”

"But the Queen needs her husband!" Dohwa said

"What we need is to have the man of the family to make a decision," He said

"What decision?" Jeno asked

"She is the queen, the ONE WHO SITS ON THE THRONE, his choice does not matter, we need to save both the mother and the child, NOW!" Dohwa stands by what she said

"If you think otherwise, it's the Queen and the future heir's life who we need to save now Jeno come inside!" She said

-

“My apologies, Your Highness, I didn't mean to call you out by your name,” Dohwa apologizes

“It is alright, a minor mistake,” He said

"Dohwa, I don't understand," Jeno asked as they waited for the Queen to relax after the long birth

"What do you not understand?"

"Why does the royal court need my decision?" He asked

"Stigma, people think the man of the house should choose who lives the mother or the child, so many families do that, I do not understand why they would do that, especially while the queen is at birth but her life is just as important as the baby's," Dohwa said

Dohwa frowned, frustration evident in her voice. “We have the most qualified doctors from all over the world. Can’t they save both lives?”

"I am glad both are alright though, let's go see Queen Kiyeon, I'm sure she needs to see her husband after such an experience," Dohwa said

[sensitively-taken]

“Because sometimes you need to have nightmares to appreciate the dreams.”

– Jay McLean

HAPPILY NEVER AFTER — MASTERLIST

 welcome ! this is the masterlist for a halloween & fantasy collab co-hosted by athena, @soobisms and rin, (formerly @karsohn, now @svhnflwr)!! :)

| theme :: fractured fairytales and horror. endings do not always end with “always and forever” and most definitely not without at least any kind of dark truth. our writers took your favourite fairytales, tall stories, and fables and twisted them into tales you’d never want to listen to as a bedtime story! ✧

— NCT DREAM

LET DOWN YOUR HAIR by @fae-renjun

pairing. flynn rider!jisung x fem!rapunzel!reader genre. rapunzel!au, dark-ish!au warnings. swords, dark magic, princesses kidnapped and kept in towers, reader and jisung kill lots of ppl together word count. 2.4k+

— TXT

ASHEN by @writingmochi

pairing. beomgyu x fem!reader synopsis. a girl, a folktale, a boy, and a shifting reality genre. psychological horror, folktale retelling (based on folk tale cinderella with inspirations from video game omori (2020) and movie everything everywhere all at once (2022)), thriller, slow burn, drama, historical au, nobility au, regency au, medieval au, rich kid au, fantasy au, angst, fluff, a bit comedic in some parts warnings. unreality! (be very careful!!),child negligence, anxiety-inducing, mental breakdown, discrimination, suffocation (warning for claustrophobics !) implicit violence (no detail), a bit of suicidal tendency, a tiny bit suggestive, will be very meta in some parts, fast pace flow that might give you whiplash, unique stylistic choices (ever-changing typeface fonts and colors), slow first act word count. 18.7k

PRETTY LITTLE MONSTER by @dat-town

pairing. hunter!taehyun x fem!oc synopsis. what makes a monster? what if you're one, too? genre. supernatural au, bits of horror, based on the Korean folk tale 'the fox sister' warnings. lots of mentions of blood, murder, cannibalism (as in eating human liver), character death, emotional manipulation, ambiguous ending word count. 5.2k

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featuring. nct na jaemin x fem!oc contents. college!au, romance, fluff, banter, literal sleeping together

track. teddy bear, nct dream word count. 2612

note. a submission for a writing event by decelis_acvdemy on wattpad.

"You," Jaemin announces, "work entirely too hard. You skipped movie night for homework!"

Jiwon looks up tiredly at him. "You do realize I'm working on a deadline here," she deadpans. "Tell me how you expect me to sacrifice three hours for a movie."

Jaemin frowns. "Are you feeling okay?" he asks, stepping back a bit, instead of leaning all of his weight on the side of her study desk, so as to give her some space, instead of crowding her. "You haven't really been responding very well tonight."

"I'm distracted," she gestures to the papers strewn across her desk, the scattered pens and pencils, eraser teetering on the corner of the desk—which he scoops up and safely returns to its respective spot beside her pencils—one lone paint palette resting beneath a box of acrylic paints also far too close to edge of it, so Jaemin pushes that farther up the desk, too. No paintbrushes, though he knows those are still at the top of her wardrobe, drying out after her impromptu painting session yesterday.

"Too distracted," he frowns, gently prying the pencil from her reddened-from-pressure fingers. "I get it too, you know, how hard it is to stop when the urge to do something about creativity blocks, hits you. I also want you to know that there's a limit to these things."

She huffs. "I can't help it if my stupid brain won't give me a proper idea," she says, sulking as she utters the words, though she most likely doesn't realize it. Jaemin thinks it's adorable. "I've been trying to get past the stupid art block, but none of my ideas are good enough."

She gestures to the angrily-torn out, balled-up pages of paper in the wastebasket beside her on the floor. Jaemin makes a mental note to take the better ones out of the pile, if only to tease her outwardly with it but actually keeping them for her future reference. As temperamental as Jiwon is, she tends to forget in her frustration at herself that her past supposedly-failed art serves as a good frame of reference for what she can do later down the line.

"That's because your brain is overworked," he scolds. "You've been at this since before I arrived, idiot. It doesn't take a genius to realize you need rest."

Jaemin had come over earlier to her dorm at her request to bring something to eat because she was "far too lazy to drag myself down ten flights of stairs right now," only to find that she was really immersed a tad bit too much to do more than bite into her food in between sketching on her drawing block. Being the caring boyfriend that he is, he hadn't discouraged her, just nagged at her to eat in a very annoying way until she gave in.

It's been almost four hours since then, though. Jaemin has almost finished a drama series by now. It's a lie to say he isn't concerned; of course he is, he loves Jiwon. He loves that she's so passionate about all of her interests, even if they fizzle out after a short period of hyperfixation, but that's one of her quirks.

Except for art. That one is lifelong, at this point. For all of the three years that he has known her, art has been practically the center of her life. Pencil lead smudged on her hands, just like it is now, streaks of an almost-non washable paint in a swirl of rainbow colors on her arms and hands, sometimes her face, too, which more often than not earned her a scolding from her parents and teachers.

But the bigger issue is that she's overworking herself at this point.

"But it's not even that late," she protests, looking at the clock. "It's only barely eight p.m..."

"I know, but you've been working this hard all day, and you're not getting anywhere."

"But if I try a little harder..."

"Jiwon," he says, firmer. Jiwon's stubborn, pleading expression falls into one of dejection. Once upon a time, Jaemin would've worried that he went too far and said something wrong, but now he knows that it's just her being upset at herself for going too far. Even if Jaemin doesn't necessarily agree with it, he's also aware that right now, the most important thing is destressing her cluttered, overloaded brain.

"Okay," she sighs out, standing up. She wobbles for a moment and she grabs at the desk to regain her balance, which immediately has Jaemin taking her arm, holding her up, recognizing it as a dizzy spell, a thing she experiences far too often from how she forgets to eat in the concentrated haze of making art. "Oh. Sorry, sorry, I'll eat something now..."

Jaemin has to smile at her somewhat ditzy expression. She has a weird way of laughing off even a few of the worst things that have happened to her, though he supposes that it's not so concerning when they already know that having her eat something would fix the dizziness very quickly.

"Want me to get you that apple you bought earlier?" he offers as they walk out into the living room of her dorm. She used to share it with someone else, who dropped out halfway through the year. Jaemin has been taking advantage of that to pop in on surprise visits to her during the day, and sometimes he's tempted to stay over for a night, but imagining how badly that could go keeps him from doing it.

"Yes, please," she mutters, throwing herself onto the couch. "I doubt I could handle anything else right now."

While she turns on the TV and flips through Netflix (before remembering that she has yet to finish 86's first season, to date), Jaemin heads to the kitchen to retrieve her apple for her. He often does this kind of thing for his friends and roommates, which earned him the moniker of "mom," but Jiwon is really the only person he truly gets satisfaction out of taking care of. Her, and his younger friends.

She's so absorbed into the screen that she startles when Jaemin sits beside her, handing her the plate of sliced apple. "You didn't have to do that," she notes, eyebrows lifted. Her gaze turns right back to the screen, which Jaemin takes no offense at. He is surprised that she continues talking. "I get that I messed up for myself, but I can eat an apple, you know."

"I don't think you can last the next episode without falling asleep," Jaemin smirks. She scoffs.

"You wanna bet?" 

"I already know it. One-hundred-percent assured."

"Oh, you're on, Na Jaemin," she grins. Jaemin isn't quite sure whether it's from watching the young, teenage soldiers on screen interact with their miles-away commander, or his challenge, but either way, it's a cute smile.

"Bring it on, Kang Jiwon." 

***

Contrary to expectation, Jiwon lasts until two episodes before the half-season finale, and then she turns to Jaemin and says, "I want to go to bed now. You should head back before it gets too late."

"I'll stay with you," Jaemin says nonchalantly. "My roommates are going to be out until really late."

"And?" she stares at him, eyes wide.

"I don't want to sleep alone," Jaemin answers, standing up. "Come on, Jiwon, it's not a big deal. I'm just going to sleep next to you. It's the weekend, too, so we're not going to have to go anywhere, right?"

"Well..." she hesitates, seeming to weigh between her choices. "I guess..."

"It's not mandatory," Jaemin clarifies, smoothing back the hair that had gotten loose from her ponytail away from her face, rather absently. "No pressure."

"No, I want you to stay," she decides, standing up and tugging him towards her bedroom, much, much more spacious since the roommate's stuff had been taken out of there. Jaemin internally second-guesses himself for a minute, but he talks himself out of it, reminding himself that they're technically not doing anything wrong (even if Renjun will have a neurotic fit when he finds out...well, he just won't). 

He stands by the door, watching her arrange her messy bed—twisted, balled-up covers, both of the pale violet pillows she uses at two opposite ends of the bed, a few books scattered across the flower-patterns decorating her bedsheet—before she lets Jaemin near it. It's endearing to see how she frowns at herself for letting her space get so messy. He knows she usually makes a point to order everything and put it all in place before she sets foot outside of the dorm.

"Okay," she turns, exhales. "Come on. I'm beginning to feel dead on my feet."

Jaemin chuckles softly and joins her, watching her climb into her bed only for a second before he does the same, though somewhat awkwardly. It's...strange to be here, right now. Not to mention incredibly awkward. Before he can say something stupid, he says, "your bed is really soft."

Jiwon blinks at him, from where she's adjusting the covers over them. Jaemin doesn't object, since she's got the air-conditioning turned on at twenty-six degrees. "Uh. Yeah, my parents got this for my brother when he moved into the dorms but he disliked the way it's so soft, so we traded mattresses." 

"Good call, I guess," Jaemin returns. A silence falls over them as Jiwon lies on her back snuggled under the comforter up to her chest, Jaemin sitting up leaning against the headboard with the comforter only covering his lower half.

Their eyes meet and they stare at each other for a full ten seconds before they burst out laughing.

"Jeez!" Jiwon wheezes, sitting up. "We're ridiculous, acting like a pair of teenagers on their first date!"

"Right," Jaemin snorts, pulling her closer the way he always does. "This is literally no different. We're a bit too nervous for just literally sleeping together, seriously."

Jiwon lets him essentially cuddle her. Jaemin doesn't look like it, but he is actually rather affectionate in many ways, and physical affection is one of his love languages. As such, Jiwon is the subject of quite a lot of hand-holding, random hugs, and just being affectionate in general. Jaemin is aware she doesn't mind at all, so he doesn't feel uneasy about doing things like that.

"I don't think I can fall asleep any time soon now," Jiwon admits softly, her voice just a whisper. With Jaemin's arm thrown loosely over her stomach, her head pillowed on his other arm, they're somehow in a closer position than they have ever been in before, but it's...comforting, to say the least.

"Shall I sing for you, then?" Jaemin purposely whispers in her ear. She shrieks in surprise and hits him.

"Jerk!"

Jaemin giggles, not releasing his grip on her. "Sorry, sorry!"

"Sure," she lightly pinches his arm, freezing a little bit when Jaemin starts running her hand through her short hair, a little bit longer than the absolute minimum required to tie a ponytail. She claimed it was for aesthetic reasons, though the bigger reason, he knows, is because she can't be bothered to take care of such long hair, practically waist-length, all the time. "What do you propose singing?"

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star—" 

"God, no."

"Rockabye baby, on the treetop—"

"Na Jaemin!"

In response, Jaemin starts laughing, which sets off Jiwon, too. They devolve into laughing so hard, tears form in Jaemin's eyes. His own ridiculousness and how there's still a thin barrier of awkward tension that they have yet to break.

So, he hugs her closer, and says, "tell me something I didn't know about you."

"Huh?" He can't see her face, but he imagines her frowning in concentration. "There's a lot that you do know about me. As for what you don't know..."

"Anything is fine, really."

"Huh." this time, it's more of a contemplative sound. "Do you remember when your mother said that I would make a good teacher?" Jaemin does not, but he hums in response anyway. "I laughed it off back then, but did I ever tell you that when I was a kid, I really wanted to be a teacher?"

"Really?" Jaemin is surprised. "What kind of teacher?"

"I don't know. Kids don't think too deeply about those things, you know?"

"Why did you? Want to become a teacher, I mean. You've always said you don't have enough patience to handle a class of children."

"There was this teacher when I was in the first and second grades," Jiwon's voice is soft, almost sleepy; a very in-character thing, for her to get sleepy just as they start properly talking. "She was always very nice to me, never stopped me talking when I got going or had an idea. There was an autistic kid in our class, too, and she never treated him differently. In fact, he and I were the favorite kids. When I finished first grade, I actually cried about having to have a different teacher."

"Awh, that's so cute."

"I was seven," Jiwon says with an intentional sulky tone. "So, when my brother started the first grade in the same year I started the second, he got the same teacher. You know about his ADHD, so you know how difficult it can be..."

Jaemin does. When he first met Jiwon's brother, he was quite hyper and excitable, and understood lots of things differently than most of them did. According to her, he was like that but ten times more hyper in his childhood, and it didn't help that most adults in his life treated him like he was a bad kid.

"She was the greatest teacher he ever had," the smile in her voice is evident, blooming like a sunflower in the sun. Jaemin finds it beautiful that her pride in her family and loved ones take precedence over much else, much like how Jaemin puts his mother before everyone else. "He was her best friend by the end of the year, and what do you know, he cried, too. I mean, have you ever known him to cry about saying goodbye to someone?"

"Never," Jaemin finds the idea alien. But he knows her brother has feelings, too. "That was what made you decide?"

"Yeah. Until my mother, ever so practical," there's a teasing hint of fondness there, "convinced me that I would die penniless and stressed out because kids are hard work and teachers don't get paid enough."

"I mean, my mother survived?"

"She had a husband to support her. I was in my 'die a single woman' phase."

"Ah. That explains so much."

"Shut up," she laughs, hitting his arm. "I wasn't upset about it ever, actually. I was cycling through a lot of professions at the time, so it isn't too big of a disappointment that it took a day to get talked out of it without much effort. Even if I do think about it sometimes."

"Imagine me dating a teacher."

"Your mother would approve. Now tell me something about you."

"I never drink because my mother said she doesn't like to drink and would prefer it that I did not drink, either," Jaemin says the first thing that comes to mind. Jiwon snorts, clearly disbelieving. "I'm serious, I really don't like doing it! It tastes weird, too."

"Such a momma's boy," Jiwon teases, but her voice is slurred now, beginning to sound more sleepy and tired than anything.

"That is my pride, Jiwon," he says very seriously. He can't stop the yawn that escapes his mouth after he says it, though. "Now I'm sleepy."

"Then sleep," she mumbles, shifting so that her legs aren't twined together. "Good night."

When it's silent for almost a full minute, Jaemin realizes that she really isn't joking; she's actually fallen asleep. Her soft breathing is the only sound in the room now, aside from his own.

With a fond sigh, Jaemin closes his own heavy eyelids, still hugging Jiwon.

yes, i still hate it. but thanks to all of you who reassured me it's okay haha ilu guys.