#nct mark bus

[haec-an]

mark and haechan for istj mv teaser

[taexoxosgf]

THIS DECEMBER

PAIRING park jisung x fem!reader | ft. friendgroup!nct dream

WORDS 5k

SYNOPSIS Your horny friends try to pull a little prank on you in the days leading up to Christmas. One thing Park Jisung likes to remind them is: he totally doesn’t want any part in it. Except, he totally does.

WARNINGS smut, ANGST, fluff, lots of dialogue, vag fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, vanilla vanilla vanilla, they're in love basically

NOTES I have to admit, this isn’t my best work lolllllll. though this was supposed to be posted on christmas, this can be my new years gift! 2024 here we come babyyy

★ Part of A Dreamy Christmas Collab!

“Why don’t we all be her secret Santa?” 

“What are you talking about?” Jaemin chuckles, eyes dancing as he seems intrigued by the idea.  But what pervades his mind was nothing like what Donghyuck was about to propose. 

“Think about it…” he trails.  “She used to say, if it’s an SOS, and we need help in that department,” he points to his crotch– “She would help us out.” 

“You’re fucking crazy,” Jisung rolls his eyes when he catches on to Hyuck’s sudden idea.  

“So you’re saying we all get her a present?” Chenle asks.

“Yes… But we all have to give her the same… present,” he walks between each of the men like a devil hovering over their shoulders.   

“Hyuck, just get to the point,” Jeno huffs. 

“Okay, bu–”

“No ‘buts!’ Get to your point,” Renjun groans.  

“The gift we’re giving her can’t be put into a shitty little box.”

“Oh my god, NO!” Mark whines.  

“What’s so wrong with a little fun?” 

“Are you seriously suggesting an… orgy?” 

“No, you idiot,” Hyuck pinches his nose bridge.  “Let’s all give her our present one by one leading up to Christmas… Like an advent calendar,” he shrugs, unable to hide the pride beaming off of him from the simile.  

“So you’re suggesting we all have sex with her in the days leading up to Christmas?  Am I hearing this right?” Jaemin intervenes once more, orbs gleaming with interest. 

“Ding Ding! We have a winner!”

“Jisung’s right. You’ve gone insane,” Renjun fully laughs.

“You know I’m insane, and that’s why we have fun.  But you know what? Let’s make this more interesting… When we tell her after Christmas, the person who she says is her best fuck, get’s her secret Santa present,” Hyuck smirks. “You know she goes all out.” 

“I’m in, but it might be hard for Mark because he’s actually in love with her,” Jaemin turns his body towards his friend who avoids eye contact before offering a retort. 

“Why just me? You guys are all in love with her!” His claim is met with a group of huffs and groans.

“How do you know she’ll even agree to this?” Jeno points out, earning a nod from the others. 

“She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to.  If she does, then great! Amazing even! But if she doesn’t, then man, I feel kinda bad because we all got a thing for her.” Hyuck accepts the facts of the predicament. “Hopefully we can laugh about this on New Years.”

“I don’t.  I guess I’m the only one,” the youngest of the group speaks out but it’s not taken seriously by his older friends as a fit of laughter echoes within the small space.  

Hyuck’s the first one to speak– placing a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “You’re the worst out of all of us.”  

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys always bicker and talk shit but I know all you want to do is rip each other’s clothes off,” Jeno jumps in. “Nice try though.  I almost believed it.”

“I’m not! She’s annoying as hell!”

“So annoying you want to fuck it out of her, right?” Jaemin joins. 

“You guys are jumping me right now, I’m leaving,” Jisung excuses himself earning a look of victory from his friends.

“Wait!  So you agree to it, right? Jisung?!  Hello?”  Chenle and Renjun yell out in unison, but the only reply heard is the slam of a door.  

“You’re serious about this Hyuck?” Mark asks one last time. 

“No, but this is just so those two kids will finally admit they’re down bad for each other.  I think this will be their breaking point.” 

“Damn,” all the other boys yell in unison. 

“I know right? Someone needs to hire me for something!  I don’t know for what, but something!” he crosses his arms to bask in his actions. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Mark laughs at his friend.  “You’re so dumb.” 

“Just wait and see.  He won’t make it to Christmas…”

Everyone is being… weird. 

On the very first day of December, you and all your friends come together to pick a name out of a jar.  The game of Secret Santa is an annual tradition you love partaking in. But once the weather dropped thirty degrees, all the boys started acting shady.  They were canceling plans with you on purpose, avoiding eye contact when you spoke to any one of them, and just running away the first chance they got.  It was easy to get mad, even call them out for it, but the replies would always be the same– that there was nothing wrong or they were just tired.  

And you’re not going to lie, it was starting to make your skin crawl.  The sudden shift in dynamic between you and the boys has you wondering if you did something wrong. But if they were trying to pull something, then they had another thing coming. It was frustrating, trying to shake it out of them in every way possible, but no one would budge.

December eighth rolls around and you know everyone is free today because you all collectively promised Sunghoon that every year until the day you die, this day will always be open for him.  It’s always an annual trip to the snowy mountains– a secluded cabin and powdery snow that’s fit for snowboarding. Surprisingly, but not so surprisingly, everyone’s busy up until the car ride to the cabin. 

Their persistent avoidance, even for an event like this, just pulls on the strings even harder. 

You’re leaning against the island of the kitchen, glaring into their souls from across the room as the music's bass reverberates throughout the warm cabin; and the bitter liquid in your plastic cup disappears like water down a drain.  

“Why are you standing here all by yourself?” 

You turn to the voice, sporting a grin once you realize who it is. “Hey, birthday boy. Just glaring at the boys.  Don’t know if they notice though,” you squint a little harder, hoping they’ll finally notice. 

Sunghoon’s orbs follow the seven of them scattered around the living room. “They notice alright. I’m sure they’ll come crawling back when they realize you don’t play.” 

“Oh, they know I don’t.  But they’re still gonna try anyway,” you let out a heavy sigh.  “I just wish I knew what they’re up to.  It’s killing me.” 

“Just ask Jisung.” 

“Why Jisung?” The mention of your friend’s name causes the subject of your orbs to shift to him, but he’s already looking your way.  When you make eye contact, he hurriedly glances away, confirming the suspicion that something’s up. 

“I feel like whatever they’re planning, he’s telling them he doesn’t want to do it.” 

“Why is that so detailed? Do you know what they’re up to? Spill right now!”

Sunghoon shakes his head in denial, raising the cup to his lips before responding. “Nah, you guys are always going at it. That’s all. It’s just a hunch.” 

“Fine, maybe I will. But I was gonna do it anyway.” 

You’re already making your way towards Jisung when Sunghoon blurbs out.  “If it doesn’t work, I’m always available.”

“You wish, Park.”  But you stop in your tracks.  “Wait, what?” 

Sunghoon walks off in a hurry, “Nothing! Had to try at least once!” 

Rolling your eyes at the birthday boy, you finally make your way to your destination but all seven of your friends go completely mute once you reach it.  There’s not a sound emitting from them, and it practically forces smoke out of your ears. 

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jeno murmurs.

“You guys have been ignoring me ever since December started! Spill your evil plans right now!” 

“Nothing’s going on,” Chenle adds, but it’s met with a crack of his voice at the final word, and you know one hundred percent they're lying. 

“Haechan! I know you’re the mastermind,” you turn to your friend, but all he does is shrug, eyes still looking everywhere but yours as he nonchalantly sips from his drink. 

“Nothing whatsoever. We’ve just been busy that’s all,” Jisung speaks out, but you chuckle, knowing he’ll eventually give in if you press him hard enough. 

“Of course, you’re a part of this! Sunghoon told me you weren’t, but I doubted him as soon as those words left his mouth!” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jisung’s tone changes, as if he’s warning you.

“That little shithead!” Jaemin groans.

“I knew it!” you exclaim.

“What did he tell you?” Renjun interrupts.

“Nothing, just what I said before.”

“Nothing is going on. You don’t believe us?” Jisung is still firm on his decision to make you believe otherwise. With that stupid smirk he’s trying to hide and how his form influences you to shift back. 

“Of course, you’re still on that even though Jaemin just admitted you guys are planning something! You’re the worst!” 

“And you’re a dumbass,” Jisung mumbles once you turn away.

“Look who’s fucking talking,” you don’t realize you’re stepping closer at every syllable exchanged and you don’t know why your friend loves to push your buttons so much.

“You always say I’m the worst and then you come right back.  I don’t think you hate me as much as you say you do,” Jisung’s eyes glimmer with a playfulness to them, closing the space between the two of you as the bickering reaches its climax.  But his words only fuel your rage.

At this point, you can only see red.  

All you do with Jisung is bicker or fight about stupid shit. Your friendship with the other boys is the glue that holds you and Jisung together.  No one could guess that you met all the boys through him. You both had been friends with benefits long ago— practically another lifetime. But you’d jump off a cliff before admitting that the shards of glass remain. And that it still cuts. 

It’s impossible to act like everything is fine and you both can get along.  So instead, you fight and fight until no more words can be said.  

“Ooooo,” you hear Jeno say, reminding you you’re still in a place full of swarming bodies. 

“What about you? You either hate me or you love me. It can’t be both,” you mutter, condemning yourself as you catch a glimpse of his lips hovering above yours.  You're both staring one another down, and you notice the same vein on the side of his temple, and his jaw clenches with each phrase that escapes your lips. 

“Watch it,” Jisung seethes.

“What? If you wanna play this game, let’s pla—“

“Okay! Enough of this,” Hyuck groans before dragging the both of you by the wrist and out of the main room.

“What are you doing Hyuck?” you urgently inquire, but he doesn’t reply.  He only hurriedly rushes along, throwing you both into a bedroom you don’t recognize.  And as you rush to escape the enclosed space, your friend shuts the door in front of your face– leaving you with your hands practically clawing at the door.  

“Lee Donghyuck! Open the fucking door right now!” you yell out, unable to comprehend how your friend could think this was a solution.  “Open the door before I beat your ass!” 

“He’s not going to open the door,” Jisung reminds you of his presence amidst the chaos.  “Not until the morning.”  

“What?! No. No. No. This is not happening right now.”  

“Let’s just sleep.  So when we wake up, we can just get outta here.”  

You scan the room, realizing there’s nothing for you to rest on except the bed in the center– the one Jisung is currently sitting on.  “You think I can fall asleep with everything that’s going on?  And I don’t even know what’s going on,” you’re shifting awkwardly, habitually rocking yourself on the heel of your feet following the eye of the storm.  

“Just sleep.  It’ll be over soon,” Jisung already makes himself comfy, placing his legs under the covers and rearranging the pillow to his liking.  He’s too calm.  Way too calm for what just occurred. 

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” 

“I don’t know, figure it out,” he mumbles, lids already fluttering shut.  You hate how you admire how long his eyelashes are.  

His eagerness to ignore the dilemma influences you to the bed to pry his lids open.  As Jisung opens his eyes willingly, you finally take notice of how close you both are.  His eyes widen at the proximity and he shifts back to the edge of the bed in surprise. You’re caught off guard because there seems to be something lingering in the air between the two of you.  And you brush it off because you know it’s annoyance. 

“Just sleep,” he softly lets out before returning to his original position.  “Next to me.” 

His softness in these last words has you admitting some defeat– realizing fighting won’t solve anything.  “Fine.”  

There are still zero answers that will satisfy your scrambled mind.  

And you’re trapped in a room with someone you can’t stand for more than five minutes.

It’ll be over soon.  Right? 

You’re fucking drenched. 

As the daze of sleep washes over, you notice the stickiness between your thighs. And not the good kind. 

It felt as if you just entered the fiery pits of hell. 

“What the fuck?” you whine. The air was so humid, you were practically suffocating.  And as you turn to the side, you see an irritated Jisung.  If you thought you looked gross, Jisung didn’t have a dry spot on his clothing.   

You try your hardest not to stare at the clothing sticking to his abs.  This is not the time.

“Don’t,” he warns, thinking you’re about to poke fun at him.

You chuckle at the sight of his discomfort, offering a half-assed apology.  “Sorry.”  

“Lee Donghyuck! Turn off the fucking heater!” he yells out, but there’s no answer.  

“Fuck.  We’re going to die.” 

“I’m not dying here with you.  That’s not how I’m going out.”  

“Is that so bad?  Chill the fuck out,” you roll your eyes. 

“Yes it is! I’m gonna kick the door down and beat Donghyuck’s ass.”

You don’t know if it’s the unbearable heat, or the constant fucking attitude from Jisung all night.  Maybe it was the pent-up frustration from all the other times you both didn’t get along.  But you’ve decided enough is enough. 

“What’s your fucking problem?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’re always so fucking mad at me.  I do nothing and you’re mad.  I breathe and you’re mad.  It pisses me off!  At this point, I should be the one giving you the attitude you give me!”  

“And you know what?  I always cared what you thought.  But not anymore. I’m done caring so pretend I don’t even exist,” your heart is beating out of your chest as the words spill out like vomit.  

“That’s no–” Jisung’s unable to finish his sentence when suddenly his orbs follow your fingertips gripping the hem of your top to bring over your head– leaving you in a bra.  “Wha-”

“It’s hot as shit and I’m not going to suffer.  Do what you want,” you huff, continuing with the removal of your jeans. You notice Jisung's stare lingering on your contours as you eventually pull them off, and it appears as if a million different things are running through his mind when he suddenly glances away and shakes his head.  

You’re not going to lie, it’s amusing seeing Jisung’s usual persona falter. Your boldness and the situation it creates masks the uncomfortable predicament the two of you are in.  “It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.”  

“What did you mean by ‘you used to care about what I thought?’” He swallows nervously.

His words have you stopping in your tracks, not realizing your words were true candor. “Nothing, I was just saying nonsense,” is all you can render as you make your way to the bed, but Jisung beats you to it, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from escaping.  

“Tell me. Please.  I know it wasn’t nonsense,” his voice is like syrup, the usual bite to it completely gone.  

You turn to face him, though you regret it the moment you notice how his eyes match his voice. “Well, I cared what you thought because of what we did before we all became friends.  And us… Or whatever we are.  I don’t know what we are now but I cared about you and what you thought about me.”

“Cared?”

“I still do…”  

“Then why do we fight?” 

“I don’t know.  I guess you hate me so I just returned that energy.” 

“I don’t hate you,” he sounds hurt, the similar bite of his voice attempting to escape.  “You annoy the hell out of me, but I could never hate you.”

“Oh…” 

“You really act like you hate me though,” Jisung offers a small smile.  

“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying as hell. And I just don’t know what to do with everything lingering in the air when I’m around you,” you bite your lip at the confession, realizing it wasn’t a very good one. And you see him watch you do so. 

“You mean the tension?” 

“Yeah… The tension… The tension causes us to fight. Right?” The air becomes more suffocating than it already is. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s Jisung so close to you, or how you’re basically naked in front of him.  

“What else would we do?” his eyes are still trained on your lips.  

“I don’t know,” you murmur not above a whisper. “You tell me.”

“Let me try something,” he takes a step forward, shortening the small space between the two of you. “Promise you won’t get mad.” 

“No promises,” you urge, because you’re unsure of what Jisung planned to do after the indirect confessions made in the room today.  One things for sure. This territory hadn’t been visited in ages and it scares the shit out of you.  

“What are you go–” You’re cut off the lips that make its way onto yours. 

When you see Jisung dipping his head down to capture your lips onto his, you're taken aback.  However, the minute he makes contact, your legs almost buckle.  It's a familiar sensation, and you melt into him as he tests the waters with increasing devotion.  

When you reciprocate the kiss, it gets feverish, and your trembling lips work together haphazardly, interwoven with airy sighs.  His arms reach for your waist, pulling you into him harder than ever before.  He knows your body like no one else, and it drives parts of your brain haywire.  It feels like only yesterday that you both would rendezvous.

He groans into your mouth and squeezes your ass as you tug on his hair the way he likes it.  It makes you whimper since the combination of the sloppy kiss and the rush of pleasure is far too satisfying. 

 It feels good.  Way too good.  

That's why when Jisung pulls away, you chase his lips and he emits a small chuckle at the action. “Tell me you missed me.  Tell me you don’t hate me and never did,” his shoulders rise and fall at a rapid pace as he catches his breath. 

“I don’t,” you look up at him, and you want nothing more to kiss him again.  It feels like all the frustration aimed at him was sexual.  It’s honestly his fault for always looking so tempting while offering some smartass retort.  “I never did.” 

"God, I missed you," he smashes his lips against yours again, this time much more aggressive, and the back of your knees reach the edge of the bed, briefly disconnecting your lips.  You laugh, and he smirks before diving back into you as soon as your back comes into contact the mattress.  

Something possesses him at that moment, makes his hands glide up the back of your thighs, to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting to leave small bites that he later licks over to soothe the sting.  “Know how much you love to be marked.” 

“And I know how much you love me choking on your dick,” you giggle, licking a long stripe along his neck up to his jaw.  

“You’re dangerous,” Jisung hooks your thong aside, unsurprised when he notices the sticky arousal coating his fingers.  “Fuck, I forgot how wet you get.” 

“It’s from the heat.”  Your words contradict themselves as noises of pleasure leave your lips when he runs his fingers along your folds.  Jisung, on the other hand, knows the meaning behind your words like no other.  “All this stickiness is from the heat? I don’t think so baby,” he offers some stimulation to your clit and your back arches once he comes in contact with your bud.  

You shake your head and he dips his head down onto your neck offering a small kiss against the side of your neck.  God, he looks so hot, with the sweat dripping down the side of his temple and his puffy lips from kissing.  

The lewd sounds from his fingers running along your folds sends you into a frenzy.  You’re attempting to gain more friction, bucking your hips to feel more.  You’re so needy for his touch.   You've been longing for this touch.  "I'll be nice, baby," he says, inserting one finger inside your hole, your walls engulfing him up to the knuckle.  Jisung experiments with twisting and curling his fingers, enjoying the way you gasp and pulse around his fingertips. 

The wet glide is so satisfying and you moan, basically fucking yourself onto his fingers. “Sung–” is all you can choke out as he begins thrusting with a rhythm you both can’t forget.  “Wai–”

But Jisung can’t withhold any longer, not with you looking so pretty underneath him.  Not with the sounds that he remembers all too well.  His cock practically throbs at these thoughts, begging to be free from its confines when you’re already a mess.  He’s pressing against your clit along with the constant thrust of his fingers.  “Shit, Sung!” you wail, already foreseeing your high from the short time.  

Your nails dig into his forearm, body twitching from the overwhelming pleasure only he can give you.  “Oh, fuck,” the words are combined with a moan as your orgasm takes you by surprise, coating his fingers in a creamy pearl substance.  It drips down your folds as he pulls away, and the wash of the aftermath runs from your toes to the crown of your head.  It’s blissful, but your hunger for him doesn’t stay satiated.  “Good girl,” he says as he revels in your figure. 

“I need you,” you pant.  “Now.”  

“Whatever you say, Mom,” he jokes as he pulls his shirt over his head before discarding the rest of his clothing.  

“Ewww. Never say that again,” you say, earning a laugh from Jisung.  

“Like words ever stopped me before pretty girl.”

He's tugging the side of your panties, dragging them down the side of your legs while practically gaping. He continues with your bra and he gazes, unable to believe everything taking place currently.  You're like a dream, sprawled out beneath him. The pretty girl he could never get close to after being so close with.  

“Ready?” he asks after he shakes himself out of the trance you have him in.  

“Mhm,” you nod.  

He pushes inside, sighing into your ear at the creaminess of your cunt.  Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he bottoms out, fingers burrowing further into his scalp.  Jisung, rather than staying against your neck, takes advantage of the chance to peer at you.  When his nose brushes up against yours, all he sees are your lips caught between your teeth.  

At the feeling of his big cock inside of you, you clench around him.  He groans against your mouth, habitually bucking his hips forward.  “Fuck,” you moan out, back arching at the feel of his cock dragging against your walls. Your brain is already a mess and it has been since the moment he kissed you.  But Jisung loves how you’re a mess around him.  He takes pride in how he makes you feel, and that turns him on beyond belief. 

“Move Sungie, please,”  you plead and Jisung groans at the nickname you know he loves so much.  It’s enough for him to grab your wrists to pin them above your head before he begins moving.  

“Sung,” you call out again when he begins to move.  His calculated movements have you squirming beneath him, but you’re still perfectly fit against him and it’s as if you both never stopped this routine.  

“You’re mine.  I’m not letting anyone touch you,” he coos, and you’re quick to agree.  “Yours.” 

The constant rhythm he keeps has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you're shivering when he picks up the pace--giving him a look that seems to make Jisung's cock practically explode.  He snaps his hips forward, so close to the edge that you shudder at the perspective. 

He's fucking you so well that your eyesight is fuzzy, and the brush of his dick against the spot that drives you insane only adds to the sensation. "I-I'm so close," you warn, your irregular breathing hitting his face.  

“Wait S-sung-g no.” Just as you’re about to hit your peak, Jisung flips you over so that you’re sitting on his thighs.  Though you’re disappointed in the delay of your orgasm, the angle has his cock pushing deeper than before, tip nudging against your velvety walls harshly.  “Fuck, I can’t,” you beg as your back arches at the smallest movements.  

As fast as words leave his throat, Jisung dips down to suck on your nipple, occasionally leaving purple blossoms.  “Wait I’ll–” 

“You’ll what?” he says, chuckling when he sees you instinctively grinding forward against his member. “Cream my cock?” He watches your fucked out expressions, loving how your eyes are lined with tears.  

“I’m planning on it, “ he smirks before thrusting up into you.  

“J-jisung!” you’re a sobbing mess above him as his harsh thrusts sends pure pleasure up your spine.  His name falls off your lips like a mantra, and the gibberish he can’t make out only urges him to move furiously into you.  Though your brain is a puddle of mush, the band in your lower abdomen is about to snap, so you grind your hips against him with newly found fervor, stimulating your clit in the best way possible. 

Jisung watches you above him as his fingers dig into your waist.  You’re so beautiful, he thinks.  Everything about you, every part of your mind and body he worships, and he swears he’s not going to let go of you this time. 

“S-sung,” you moan again and again, and Jisung continues to abuse your boob, kissing up your throat as you inch closer to your high. “So perfect.” 

You let out a high-pitched moan at a specific thrust, and your thighs tremble against his.  "I got you," he says as he places a gentle kiss on your lips.  And after a few thrusts, you're collapsing against him, again repeating his name.  You're just a lick away from teetering off the edge.  

“I want it so bad,” you blabber against his neck.  “S-so close.  Don’t stop.” 

“Give it to me,” he dips underneath to circle your bundle of nerves with the perfect pressure and you come undone, high-pitched moans and whimpers against his ear.  

 The mix of cum and the slick from prior allows the glide to be that much easier for Jisung to glide against as he tips over the edge as well.  You’re still pulsing and gripping his cock like a vice and it’s a done deal for Jisung.  “Inside?” 

“Inside me,” you kiss the side of his neck.  He feels euphoric as your noises against his ear urges him on and his arms hold you tightly.  And after a few more thrusts and desperate hips, his cum shoots inside you.  “Fuck.” 

It's so much energy that when the sensation of your high washes over you, you collapse against Jisung, who also collapses against the mattress. 

“You’re sticky,” you look at his face and admire how good the afterglow of sex looks on him.  

 Jisung massages little circles across the small of your back in comforting stillness.  

“I’m going to murder Hyuck,” he realizes how much the humidity encases the room. 

“Maybe not too brutal, because his plan to lock us in here so we can finally make up worked,” you notify him and his eyes light up.

“I think everyone’s asleep.  How about we torture them some more?” he smirks at you.  

“I say Hyuck isn’t going to get a wink of sleep tonight,” you mischievously grin and it’s enough for Jisung to dive down and continue drowning in your lips. 

DECEMBER 31  11:59 PM

“Damn, I can’t believe my plan worked! You guys are attached to the fucking hip,” Hyuck comes over to you and Jisung hand-in-hand.  

10

“Your plan worked for once dumbass,” Jeno butts in abruptly, almost spilling the alcohol in his cup. 

9

“We have no more arguing but I don’t know if it’s worth it,” Jaemin points.  

8

“You guys are like rabbits!” Mark yells out.

7

“Gross! Not the fucking time! I need to find someone to kiss,” Renjun groans. 

6

“Yeah but everything Hyuck does to end our suffering, it just reappears as something else!” Chenle laughs, earning a middle-finger from the subject of his words. 

5

“Guess you were right.  We can laugh about this on New Year's,” Jeno turns to Hyuck.  

4

“Happy new year motherfuckers,” Chenle says before clinking all the cups together.  

3

You turn to Jisung as the clock counts down, his arm around your waist. “Happy New Year, boyfriend.” 

2

“Happy New Year, Girlfriend,” he smiles the hardest you’ve seen him in a while.  

1

“Happy fucking new year,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours. 

Happy fucking new year indeed. 

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when they accidentally kissed their best friend.

CW: smoking in Jaemin's part.

Mark Lee

It was a very intimate moment between you and your best friend Mark. You were learning how to play a guitar, struggling to find the right chords while Mark just watch you in awe. You were always oblivious with your best friend's feelings for you even though he's very very obvious about it. Mark's stare trailed down to your lips, an absurd feeling of wanting to taste it. And as if he lets his intrusive thoughts win, he leans onto you but straightly towards the cheek. The love-struck Mark was surprised with his actions --- both of you actually. He apologizes immediately, telling you that he has no excuse to his actions while you just sat there looking like a blushing mess.

Huang Renjun

You were bored when you suggested that you and Renjun do a peppero game for the last stick. Thinking that it's just nothing, Renjun agreed. The game starts and slowly, the stick becomes short. You're getting closer to Renjun and as he bites, he can feel your lips brushed to his, making him lean back --- falling from the sofa that you two were sitting. You were surprised by the event but as soon as Renjun stands up, he apologizes quickly for kissing you! You assured him that it's nothing at all, but somehow was flustered by the thought that you two kissed. 

Lee Jeno

You and Jeno were late. So both of you are in a rush, running towards the bus station. Jeno reaches the bus station first, trying to catch his breathe when unknowingly you collided with him. He managed to catch you in his arms before you two fall on the ground. You immediately stood up, realizing that it was your fault that you tripped because your shoelaces are untied. You began apologizing, checking your dazed best friend if he had any scratches with him. But Jeno could only remember the cherry taste of your lips, wondering why you didn't noticed that you two kissed. He wonders whether he'll bring it up to you or not. 

Lee Donghyuck

You and Haechan were close. Way too close. But you two are in the club and the proximity is bound to be close. You're facing him, dancing like there's no tomorrow when someone bumped onto you, making you stumble upon your best friend. You both laugh as you stare at Haechan, and then the next thing you knew, his lips crashed onto yours. You remember how vivid the kiss was that when you brought it up to Haechan, he was clueless, too drunk to remember about it. Seeing how disappointed your expression was, your bestfriend tried his best to recall the events, especially when you two kissed. 

Na Jaemin

You and Jaemin are sitting outside the club. The dirty pavement of the street were comfortable enough for you and his drunk self, both giggling idiots trying to sober up by smoking. You leaned against him, letting the cold air freshen you up when you felt Jaemin's arms wrapping around you. The next thing you knew, his lips landed on the top of your head before leaning against it too. You broke out from his hold, seeing that both of you had a surprise on the look on their face. Jaemin began apologizing for kissing you if it bothered you and told you that he did because the moment was too intimate for him. That's when you knew that you have a lot to clarify with Jaemin once both of you are sober. 

Zhong Chenle

Chenle was yapping with something about basketball while you were just sitting there, nodding as he continues to talk. You were scrolling through your phone when you saw a funny meme that you know Chenle will laugh, so you turned your head towards him --- at the same time Chenle leans. His lips directly went to yours and to your surprise, you scrambled out of the sofa while Chenle laughs at the incident. You were blushing red due to embarrassment while Chenle's red from laughing too much, but as soon as he calms down, your best friend apologizes for the kiss even though both of you knew that it was an accident. 

Park Jisung

Jisung was staying over your place that he woke up late. So he was rushing over packing his things and putting on some clothes. It made you panic too that's why you helped him pack some of his things. And when all things are perfect, Jisung bids you goodbye but you were caught off-guard when his lips crashed onto yours. You are used to the kiss on the cheeks since it's a platonic thing for both of you. Before you could say anything, Jisung already left. You stood there frozen, but what you didn't know that the moment Jisung was just outside, he realized what he just did. He doesn't know what to do, whether to go back or catch his class. In the end, he knocks once more, telling you that he's sorry and then dashes away. 

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First Kisses | NCT Dream

NCT Dream - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2k total

Pairing: NCT Dream x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT Dream!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for 127…

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I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

Mark

"You like someone?!" Mark's voice was way too loud, so you shushed him harshly, pressing on his shoulder to get him to sit back down. Luckily, the fast-food joint had very few people in it, but it just made his shout all the more obvious. "Shush!" You sighed, resting your forehead in your hand. "Yes." "Who?" He didn't sound curious, but it was hard to pinpoint his tone. "Why do you care?" It was him, but you couldn't just announce it right then. He had ruined the mood, plus it was not the place for a confession. "Is it Jeno?" "No." "Jaemin?" "No." "Donghyuck?!" He sounded mad and you looked around, shushing him again. "No! It's not any of our friends." You hoped that your vague answer was enough. "Who is it? What if he doesn't deserve you!?" "It's you, dumbass!" You had hoped to be sweeter about the confession, but your voice was laced with irritation. His upset facial expression fell, red slowly deepening on his face and the tips of his ears. Rubbing your temple, you nodded apologetically to the older couple nearest your table. "It's me?" "Yes." You brushed it off, continuing a normal conversation, changing the subject. He was only kind of listening; you could see his brain going into overdrive. He finally mentioned it again as you left the place. You were walking down the street, past an empty playground. His hand grabbed yours, spinning you to him. Mark's lips pressed to yours, soft at first, then he deepened it with a groan. When he pulled back, he smirked then as the tables had turned, your face red. "I like you too."

Renjun

He shoved past people, nearly knocking someone over as he fought through the crowd. He wished he wasn't so damn short, weaving through people looking for you. The crowd had formed around the bus, the big vehicle lying on its side, windows cracked and broken. The utility truck that had smashed into it had then hit a pole, smoke rising out of the front. That was the bus you were normally on; he knew it because he had been waiting for you to get off. The bus was so close to the stop down the road that he saw the accident, then ran to the scene. "Watch it!" Someone snapped as he shoved again, still looking for you. "Renjun?" His heart leaped when he heard you, turning around quickly to see you standing on the edge of the crowd. Your phone was in your hand, and you were taking one of your ear buds out. "(Y/N)!" He surged forward, shoving one more person so hard they stumbled, and before you could ask anything else, his arms were around you. You let out a soft, 'oof' your ear bud falling from your hand onto the pavement, luckily you held your phone firm. Renjun was breathing harshly, his cheek pressed to the side of your head, and you felt a tear that fell from his eye. "What happened?" You asked, looking at the bus crash. You were going to get on it like usual, but the bus was full, so you decided to walk instead. Renjun pulled back, his hands cupping your cheeks, turning your head to look over you. "Are you okay?" He was still breathing hard. "Yes? I walked…" You glanced back at the accident, but his hands still on your face, kept you from looking too well. Renjun sighed hard, and turned you back to look at him, capturing your next words with his lips. You squeaked in surprise, then melted into the kiss. It was desperate, not soft, and quick like you thought your first would be. When he finally pulled away, he pulled you back into a hug. Your mind reeled from the whirlwind of events, but you hugged him back, standing in his embrace so he could revel in the fact you weren't hurt.

Jeno

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jeno had noticed your stare. You blinked to snap yourself out of it, eyes flitting away from his lips to meet his eyes. "What do you mean?" You hummed coyly, taking a sip of your drink. He scoffed playfully. "You've been ogling me more than usual today." He smirked and you glared insincerely. "I have no idea what you are going on about." You brushed it off and you two continued your meal. Dates between you two were not all that much different than when you two would hang out as friends, but there was a lot more flirting going on, of course. Casually drinking your iced coffee, you looked out the window, pretending to people watch. You were able to see his reflection in the glass. Jeno huffed amused, but let it go. As you were walking down the street, not heading anywhere in particular, his fingers linked around yours and you tried to keep your face neutral at the little act. When you two were walking past a park, he halted, his hand in yours pulling you to stop as well. Turning to look at him in question, he watched carefully as your eyes flitted over his face, lingering on his lips before going to his own. "You really want to kiss me that bad?" He smirked and your face turned red so fast he thought steam would come off of it. Were you that obvious? "W-what do you…" You swallowed and he stepped forward, so he was much closer. Glancing around, there was no one in sight, so he leaned in, lips pressing to the corner of your mouth. What a tease he was. You grunted, annoyed, and before he could fully laugh, your arms were around his neck. Jeno allowed you to haul him down to your level, lips sealing over his tightly. Since you were in public, he pulled back before the kiss could deepen further, tongue brushing your lower lip still. "Good?" He smirked. "Yes~"

Haechan

When you walked into the living room, you had not expected your roommate to be home, let alone spread like a starfish in the middle of the room. "Hyuck?" You questioned him and he gave an acknowledging grunt. "What are you doing?" "Contemplating life. Having an existential crisis." His tone was uncharacteristically flat, but it was clear he was being overdramatic. "Why?" You stopped next to him, and his gaze met yours, looking up at you like a kicked puppy. "You're going to the beach without me…" He pouted and you rolled your eyes. "Hyuck, it’s a family trip. Only family and significant others are going, not friends…" "I'm just a friend?!" He sat up quickly as you left his side, going to the kitchen. You wondered if he got a head rush. "You're my roommate, which is friend category." You jumped when you turned around, he was right there. "Freaking- what?!" You furrowed your brow along with him. "Can't I be a significant other?" His question further threw you off and you just gaped. "W-what?" "Take me as your boyfriend!" "But you're not my boyfriend!" "I am now!" He declared, his hand going to the back of your head, yanking you closer, kissing you to prevent any retort. After getting over the initial shock, you melted into the kiss, and followed after when he pulled back. "Yeah?" His stupid smirk made you want to smack him. "Fine…come as my boyfriend."

Jaemin

"Guess what?" His tone made you roll your eyes. He dropped his bag on the couch next to you and sneered up at him. "What?" You grimaced when he flopped down between you and his bag, sitting back confidently, ankle resting on his opposite knee. "I found out that someone likes me." "A lot of people like you, Jaemin. You have a mirror." You huffed, going back to your show, but he took the remote and paused it again. "I know who." "Yeah?" Your heart skipped; nervous he had figured you out. Hopefully, it was someone else, literally anyone else. Jaemin leaned it, his stupid smirk had evolved into the incredibly sexy one he knew just how to use. "It's you, (Y/N)." He chuckled and you tried to keep your face flat, but he saw your skin tinting pink, almost reddening. "W-who told you that?" "You did." "WHAT?!" You wondered what the hell he was talking about. You hadn't been drunk lately… "You read my letter to my mom!?" "I mean… It was just on the table…" "Ass-munch!" You lunged at him, tackling him back on the couch, landing on top of him. You grabbed the collar of his hoodie, hauling him up to glare at him. Instead of playing along with your fake aggression, he tilted his head, licking your lips. You dropped him, he bounced on the cushions, then he grabbed your waist, rolling forward so you were under him. His lips stopped your protest and you immediately melted, letting him kiss you. Jaemin pulled back, still with that stupid smirk. "You dick." You sneered, pulling him back down.

Chenle

After another extremely dramatic sigh from Chenle next to you, you stopped tying on your laptop, looking at him. "What now?" "I'm bored." He mumbled and you rolled your eyes. "Lele, we are going to be on this plane for another eight and a half hours, figure something out." You went back to typing and he groaned again. Luckily, he was filthy rich and so you both got to fly in the lap of luxury of first class. For the next fifteen minutes, you half-heartedly listen to him complain about this and that, before he stopped talking abruptly. Casting him a side glance to see what might have piqued his interest, he dug into his backpack, pulling a red box out. Pepero sticks. "What?" You had a feeling where he was going with it, your face a bit warm. He said nothing, for once, and tore the box open, pulling the chocolate covered biscuit stick out. He placed one end in his mouth, leaning closer, his implication clear. You huffed, closing your laptop, relenting. Maybe for once you could call his bluff. Sealing your lips around the other end, you both began to chew on it, lips getting closer and closer to each other. He still remained strong, so when there was barely any left between you, you sealed the deal. Your lips hit it, the rest of the candy entering your mouth. Though, when you went to pull back, he grunted, hand flying to the back of your head, bringing you back to him, kissing you harder. When he let you go, he laughed at your red face. You cursed him out under your breath, and he laughed harder.

Jisung

You were starting to ramble, panicking at his reaction. When you let it slip out of your mouth, you hadn't even registered, you had confessed. The tone was casual, so much so, he almost didn't catch your meaning. You told him that when a classmate had asked you for his contact, you told her no. You added that you two were more than friends to get her off the topic. This, however, was NOT true. When he asked why you did that, your reply was simple, "Cause you're mine-" He halted his stride and that made you stop too. That's when you started spewing out words, face hot, stomach flipping. So focused on finding the right explanation, you didn't notice Jisung move closer. By the time your eyes met, his big hands cradled your jaw and his lips softly met yours. He swallowed your gasp, pressing closer, his nerves quickly fading. Once you were over the initial shock, you kissed back, your own hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt over his ribs. Finally pulling away from each other, you both smiled bashfully, but didn't step away. Jisung even still had his hands on your jaw, thumb stroking the soft, flushed skin of your cheek. "If I'm yours, does that mean you're mine too?" His shyness was growing back at his own words. You blinked, then giggled, fingers messing with his hoodie zipper. "I'm yours, Jisung." Your smile grew when he leaned back in, lips ghosting over yours when he replied. "Let's be each other's then."

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-> WayV <-

Master-Master List

NCT Master List

[flashbangstars]

How People Found out you two were dating

NCT Dream Edition

pink ~ y/n

Blue ~ dream

Green ~ secondary character/another dreamie

Mark

"so um Jeno found out about us dating"

"oh, I thought we were waiting until game night to tell them"

"well yeah uh funny story, I tried to put my sweatshirt on at Jeno's house and your hot pink thong fell out of the sleeve onto his carpet."

"I WAS WONDERING WHERE THAT WENT"

"Yeah I know me too, besides that. Jeno got mad and lectured me on not leading you on if I had other girls I was doing stuff with, so I uh.."

"you told Jeno the hot pink thong was mine"

"yeah basically"

"and I have to face him on friday knowing he's seen my panties"

"to be fair he did say they were cute"

"you know that actually didn't help at all"

Renjun

"hey babe can you help me really quickly, I need help moving my monitor, the cord is stuck somewhere behind my desk"

"Y/n can it wait like 10 minutes"

"No it literally can't I have a assignment due in thirty minutes and I will literally jump off a fucking cliff if I don't get full credit for this"

"Nice Hello Kitty Underwear"

"Renjun you're the one who bought me these, you've seen them and taken them off me numerous times"

"oh he has!! has he!"

"go put some pants on please sweetheart"

"I'm so fucking terrified why were their two different voices just now"

"Hi y/n"

"I'm gonna start crying please tell me Jaemin didn't just see me in fucking hello kitty underwear"

"Y/n please go put some pants on"

"yeah....yeah I'll go do that...... Uh just so you know....im not letting him hit for free.....he did ask me out"

"congrats to the happy couple"

"fuck you"

Jeno

"so how did you all manage to fail the same test?"

"I cheated off of Haechan, and Haechan Cheated off of Jaemin, so its basically Jaemin's fault"

"hey I thought Jaemin knew what he was doing"

"Haechan, Jaemin never knows what he is doing"

"fair"

"oh fuck, I have to go babe I'm gonna miss the bus if I dont run, I will see you soon" *phatass smooch before leaving* *leaves*

5 minutes later....

"alright I'm back I missed the bus"

"DID YALL JUST FUCKING KISS?"

"....no"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO I FUCKING WATCHED IT HAPPEN"

"oh thats so crazy I think I just heard the bus, I have to go omg byeeeeee"

"so you're leaving me to deal with this"

"yes, bye pookie, smooches I'll see you later tonight, bye Haechan!"

Haechan

"are we gonna talk about it... or should I just ignore it"

"ignore what"

"im not following"

"are you two being serious"

"dude what the fuck are you talking about??"

"Haechan."

"what"

"you've been sitting in y/n's lap the entire time we've been here"

"and...?"

"we are literally just close friends"

"dog you are literally hand feeding haechan french fries"

"im literally baby"

"even that was a lot for me"

"im sorry pookie"

"allllriight get off, I wont be this couple"

"pookie did you just make it official!"

"can you please be normal"

Jaemin

"Hypothetically what do you guys consider too much for a gift for your significant other"

"well how long would you two have been dating"

"like 6 months...?"

"umm anything ring related, thats kinda scary, too reminiscent of marriage"

"well fuck"

"what do you mean oh fuck? what the fuck did you buy"

"a ring"

"what"

"what...."

"for who??"

"y/n"

"WHAT"

"Y/N?"

"WHY?"

"YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR 6 MONTHS?"

"STOP YELLING AT ME"

Chenle

"the guys know you and me are dating"

"what? how"

"I got in trouble"

"what did you do..."

"they all got kinda mad at me and said I was kinda mean to you and asked what my issue with you was"

"and what did you say"

"please don't be mad"

"chenle"

"I told them not to worry because you think it's hot when I'm kinda mean"

"chenle"

they didn't believe me at first... and I was feeling pressured!...they literally cornered me!"

"chenle"

"so I showed them a little bit of our texts when you said...itwassexy whenIwasmeantoyou"

"run"

"I WILL TELL THEM ABOUT THE MOMMY KINK IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER?"

"run. now"

"ok!"

Jisung

"hey guys, just wanted to let you know me and jisung are dating now officially"

*shriek* "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

"Jisung what..."

"I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE"

"jisung park"

"please ma'am stop spreading that!"

"ANDY"

"I'm so sorry guys I dont know whats gotten into her!"

"jisung...She's literally your lockscreen"

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about"

"jisung I WILL do a coochie ban"

"this is actually bae 4 lyfe, she my day one and I worship the ground she walk on fr"

"thats what I thought"

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Hi! here is a little something from the drafts that is basically finished, I hope you like it! I am fr just getting back into writing so excuse any errors. But i hope yall have a good night/day!

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˚ · .˚ ༘🦋⋆｡˚ My First Love // Choi Seungcheol

Idol: SEVENTEEN - Choi Seungcheol Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader Genre: HighschoolAU, Strangers to lovers, Soft Popular boy Seungcheol, Choir Leader Seungcheol. Did I miss anything? Warnings: Giselle from AESPA, Jeno from NCT DREAM, heavy language, hair pulling, swears, slapping, punching, blood(a bit), cursing, broken bone, first kiss, New Year's kiss, pet names/nicknames, pinning! Let me know if I missed anything Word count: 7.4k Please tell me if it's rushed <3 Likes and reblogs are appreciated!! <3 DISCLAIMER! This is only the first part!! There will be a second part published soon!

A Saturday unlike any other... Or was it?

Saturday, December 31th, 2023 marks the annual school festival before the New Year. The students of the school would participate in various activities, or volunteer to help with setting up or making booths for the festival.

When the festival starts there are various things students, parents, and friends can do; such as check out food stands, try out the games, or even participate in different shows!

But the highlight of this festival is the performance contest, where students compete with various songs and dances to perform in front of the audience in order to win first place.

You sent in your volunteer form to the class president on Friday and got an email the same day stating that they would love your help with volunteering, and so you slept with no worries on your mind.

Saturday morning, you woke up and washed up quickly, taking out your school's training uniform from your closet to wear as well as an outfit to wear for the festival as you neatly placed it in your bag and zipped it close.

After you finished changing, you came down from your room, the smell of breakfast travelling through the house as your mom was cooking from the kitchen. “Mom, what's for breakfast?” you inquired as you stood behind her with a yawn and stretched while watching her set the table. “Kimchi jeon. Has your father not woken up yet?” she replied quickly, seemingly busy and focused on setting the table.

“It smells so good!” you smiled and spoke enthusiastically before thanking her, but shook your head to her question as you sat down at the table. She groaned before massaging her forehead, making you giggle as she stomped to their room with a look of anger and annoyance overtaking her.

You could hear the sound of her yelling as well as a thud, you guessed it was your dad falling onto the floor after being woken up by your mom. A

chuckle left your lips as you shoved a few pieces of kimchi jeon in your mouth and watched them walk out and approach the dinner table. You munched on the food happily while smiling at your dad as a greeting, holding back your laugh as you stared at his dishevelled hair.

Your eyes drifted to your mom as you thanked her for the food and happily continued eating, giving her a thumbs up to express your feedback.

She smiled as she put more on your plate, “Eat a lot before you go to school, okay?” you nodded and happily took the kimchi jeon she gave you, eating it with joy. When you looked up from your plate you could see your father pouting at her, causing you to giggle at his childish antics. Your mother stared at him with disbelief before putting a piece on his plate, he smiled like a puppy before kissing her on the cheek and eating his share joyfully.

Once your plate was empty, you put your chopsticks down and got up, putting on your shoes that were beside the table. Your dad noticed you acting in a hurry, “Sweetheart, do you want me to give you a ride to school?” you shook your head and thanked him, sending him a final smile as you blew a kiss to your mom and rushed to the front door.

“No, thanks dad! I’ll take the bus instead!” he nodded and both of your parents bid you goodbye, you doing the same gesture as you ran out of the door.

You hurried down the road, your eyes catching the bus as you motioned for the bus driver to wait for you as soon as he was about to leave, which he thankfully did, you hopped on and paid for your fare, bowing to the driver hurriedly as you looked for a seat to sit in.

All of the seats were occupied except for one next to a boy, you quickly walked to it and excused yourself as you sat beside him, staring at the window as a distraction to pass the time. When your eyes drifted towards the window, you noticed the attire the boy was wearing and it was your school uniform with a grey jacket over the shirt.

Unconsciously, your eyes travelled up to stare at his face, widening a bit at the sudden familiarity before staring back to the window. It was Choi Seungcheol, the most popular guy in your highschool. You almost slapped yourself for being so stupid. How did you not recognise him? Who wouldn’t recognize him?

When you walked on the bus, Seungcheol was too busy staring at his phone to notice you but as soon as he heard you excuse yourself and sit down beside him he immediately looked up to capture your face. He’s seen you before, he thinks, but he doesn’t remember your name, and then he remembered.

Once you both locked eyes he was stunned, both of your eyes widening before Seungcheol cleared his throat and stared ahead of him as he broke eye contact. He didn’t expect you out of all the people to be sitting next to him, of course he had nothing against you, but it was only a surprising encounter.

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to him every now and then, it was impossible to keep your eyes off of him when he’s sitting right beside you.

“The next stop is: Jikji-daero.” The loud monotone voice of the driver spoke through the speaker, alerting both of you and making your ears perk up as you and Seungcheol both got ready to hop off.

There was only a couple of metres until Jikji-daero, making it rather awkward for the both of you as you cleared your throat, gripping the strap of your backpack as it rested on your shoulder. You wanted to start a conversation and clear the awkwardness so you cleared your throat.

“Are you participating or volunteering?” You asked him, he gave you a confused look and pointed to himself, wanting to make sure he was the person you’re talking to and you nodded, “The school festival.” you cleared your question more in case he did not understand.

But he gave you a nod, understanding what you were talking about. “Kind of both.” Seungcheol replied, making you nod your head as you went back to staring ahead of you. “What about you?” you weren’t expecting him to continue the conversation, but you looked back at him and tilted your head as you locked eyes.

His eyes looked soft as he stared at you, the little pout he made while concentrating on hearing your answer made your heart flutter.

Wait… What?

You shook off the sudden thoughts, clearing your throat as you blinked and spoke up. “Oh- uhm I’m volunteering.” He nodded in return, quite interested in your answer. It was the first time he’s been like this, with every other girl it was different, whenever they would ask him a question or start a conversation he would either nod, shake his head, or shrug his shoulders as he zoned out because he wasn’t interested in whatever they were talking about at all.

But this was different for him. Why? Were you the reason, or was it the subject you were talking about?

“We have reached: Jikji-daero.” The driver’s voice was heard once again, both of you stood up as you hurriedly rushed to the door of the bus to avoid bumping into people, hopping off and running towards your school.

Seungcheol giggled at that as he watched you rush out of the bus, he took his time as he hopped off, bowing to the driver as he walked in the same direction as yours. Once he was a couple of steps away from the school's gate he put up the hood of his jacket to prevent being swarmed by his 'Fanclub'.

It was funny to think about, that he was that famous to have a fanclub to himself.

But in all honesty, Seungcheol hated the attention. He never asked for it and it made him look like an attention seeker which only made his situation worse. Especially since his friends around started applauding him for it, it has gotten more and more obnoxious to handle each day, but he couldn’t say anything because he doesn’twant to ruin his friendships that he’s built over the years.

You rush past the school’s gates and head inside, squeezing through the crowd of students in the hallway as you navigate your way to the president’s room.

Once you found the room among the students almost being squished together, you knock on the door before going in, bowing to the class president as he looks busy with the papers on his table.

“Jeno? I’m here to take the schedule for the festival. You sent me an email yesterday?” His head lifted from the papers at the sound of your voice as you announced your presence, he seemed to be so immersed in the papers that he didn’t notice you coming in.

A soft smile appeared on his face before nodding. “Ah yes, here-” He bent down from his sitting position on the chair, opening a cabinet and taking out a paper. He closed the cabinet and sat back up, stretching out his hand for you to take the paper. “It is.”

“Thank you! Is there anything you need from me before I head out?” You asked after thanking him, looking at the paper and reading the times that you should be there at. Jeno nodded, “Actually, I was wondering if you could help take over the kissing booth today? Yujin called in sick so she won’t be able to attend.”

You stared at him in shock, there was a kissing booth? Nevermind that, you had stuff to do and organise, your schedule would be crammed if you agreed and you would have too much on your plate to handle.

“Don’t worry about the other tasks I gave you. I already gave them to other students so you wouldn’t be stressed out about having a crammed schedule.” Your eyes widened in relief and shock, you didn’t expect him to take you into consideration and do this for you and it was really kind of him to care about your worries.

“Thank you so much, I didn’t expect you to take my old schedule into consideration…” an awkward chuckle left your lips as you spoke, and upon hearing your chuckle Jeno could feel his heart flutter, causing him to chuckle back happily. “Of course I would, I read your entry email. You seemed hardworking, and I needed that kind of student for volunteering.”

Your face flushed a faint pink as you slowly nodded, smiling as you thanked him. “Thank you. I should head out and get started, I don’t wanna be late.” Jeno nodded, smiling back as he went back to working on the papers.

Bowing to Jeno as a goodbye, you left the room and made your way outside to the area where the kissing booth was being held. As soon as you got outside you looked around, the school had already started preparing and building structures and stages for the booth. You quickly spotted the kissing booth so you made your way over.

Your eyes caught the figure of your friend Giselle, so you waved to her while walking over as you spoke up. “Giselle! You signed up to volunteer for the booth?” Giselle nodded as she gestured for you to help her with the sign. “Yup! Did you sign up for it too?” You chuckled at her as you sat down, helping her stick the red cardboard letters onto a piece of big foam board. “Not really, Jeno gave me Yujin’s position since she called in sick.”

Giselle nodded, understanding as she giggled, “I bet he was all smiley when you were with him.” You stared at her, surprised at her words as if she was there with you when you spoke with Jeno. “How did you know?” She laughed loudly and gave your shoulder a playful shove. “Girl! How did you not realize it yet? He has a thing for you!!” You immediately turned red, shaking your head as you protested and shoved her back. “Me? No no! He was just being nice like he always is!” Giselle gasped dramatically as she playfully smacked your shoulder causing you to fake a pained look as you held it momentarily.

“Absolutely not! He’s had a thing for you for like three weeks now!” You decided to ignore her teasing, working on sticking the letters ‘T’ and ‘H’ to finish the banner. “Anyway… Could you grab the paper kiss pieces? They're in a small box behind the booth.”

You nodded with a playful groan which Giselle laughed at, standing up  and dusting the dirt off of your pants before walking behind the booth. Your eyes wandered around as you walked in further and started looking for the box amongst other boxes and materials.

A noise caught your attention which made you look up and from your search and stare in the direction of the noise. It was a group of 3 female students and they were carrying boxes and bags as they surrounded a male student which you soon deduced was Seungcheol. It looked like they wanted to give the stuff to him, but he was ignoring them and refusing repeatedly as he kept trying to walk away from them.

A giggle left your lips as you continued watching them, not only was he trying his best to escape them but the students were disturbing everyone with how loud they were being as they urged him to accept their stuff.

An idea popped into your head so you raised your hand and waved to him, calling out his name and hoping he could hear you. “Choi Seungcheol!” Your voice successfully managed to gain their attention, the 3 girls sending you dirty looks as Seungcheol pointed to himself, looking confused.

“Yeah you! You were supposed to help me with these an hour ago! Hurry over!” You faked an urgent tone in your voice which made him seem to understand what you were trying to do, excusing himself from the students before hurrying over to your side. Seungcheol stops right in front of you, a relieved smile on his face as he sends you a smile while thanking you. “Thank you.”

You looked at him, feigning confusion. “For what? I do actually need your help.” shrugging, pointing to the mess of boxes and materials around you as you gave him a tight lipped smile. He replied with a confident and relieved tone. “For whatever the reason, I needed a break from them.”

He scratched the back of his head and nodded as he focused on the mysterious task that you needed help with. “What do you need help with?” Seungcheol asked and watched you walk over to a pile of random stuff in the corner, expecting him to follow you which he did. “I need to find a small box with the paper kiss pieces. But I have no idea what it looks like since Giselle didn’t specify…” he nodded again and stood beside you as he followed your lead, gently moving away some stuff so they wouldn’t break as he continued looking with you.

After almost 30 minutes of rummaging through boxes and bags, you heard an exclamation from Seungcheol. “Found it!” Your head whipped around to his voice as you let out a long relieved sigh and faced him, hurriedly walking over.

“Let’s go!” you cheered as you reached up to give him a high five, he raised his hand and accepted the action. And then you both paused, why were you celebrating and giving high fives? An awkwardness fell between you as you realised what happened, clearing your throat and giving him a small smile.

You took the box from him and spoke up, “I’m gonna go back to helping Giselle…” You didn’t know what to say, it was still awkward between you two and you were a bit embarrassed. “If you wanna come and help…!” You nodded with a pursed smile before turning away and walking back to where Giselle was.

A small chuckle left his lips as he watched you walk away from him, stuffing his hands in his pockets, he shook his head before walking away from the booth, looking around briefly to make sure no one was following him.

“What took you so long?!” Giselle exclaimed and stood up from where she was sitting, walking towards you and taking the box from your hands with a joking glare. You let out a loud groan at her as you returned her playful glare. “The box was hidden really well, I had to ask for someone’s help to find it!”

She tilted her head in confusion but then raised her eyebrow as a smirk slowly made its way onto her face. “Who’d you ask? Because most of the students here have class.” You slightly panicked  at her question, as much as you loved Giselle you couldn’t tell her that the most popular guy in school was helping you find a small box that you couldn’t even see.

You shrugged, looking away from her and pursed your lips as you spoke nonchalantly. “I don’t know, just some freshman who ditched his class.” Lying was your best option, you didn’t want your friend to assume stuff and tell everyone else as you don’t trust her that much with that type of information. 

“Ah.. Okay, just help me stick these and we’ll be all done for the sign of the booth.” You nodded and sat down slightly smiling to yourself happily as she believed your lie, you opened the box and grabbed the glue from a bag on the ground as you turned it open and began applying some on the back of a paper kiss cut-out as you squeezed the bottle before putting the glue down and sticking the cut-out on the foam board. You and Giselle continued doing this until all of the cut-outs were randomly and neatly placed on the foam board.

Once the sign was finished, you and Giselle stood up and carried it carefully to the stage. “Thanks for the help, I’ll let the guys know the sign is ready to be hung.” You nodded at her thanks and her information as you spoke up, wanting to help out more. “Is there anything else I can help with?” She tilted her head in thought before shaking it, pointing to the guys who were hanging the curtains up.

“It’s fine, we’ve got everything covered. I’ll text you an hour before opening!” Giselle spoke with an excited tone as she gave you a quick hug before pulling away and focusing with the other volunteers. You nodded at her response, smiling at her before making your way to the cafeteria.

Why did Jeno clear the rest of your schedule just for this? You certainly thought you’d stay there and help out until opening but here you are, walking to the cafeteria to get some lunch as your stomach was yelling at you for food.

The cafeteria wasn’t as crowded as it usually was, which made you sigh and smile in relief since it was a good thing, meaning you can take your food and quickly sit on an empty table before someone else steals it from you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

You ended up spending some extra time at the cafeteria, reading a random book that you found in your bag as you waited for the time to pass. You were focusing on the current page, eyes burning into the book with concentration until you heard the chair slide from across you, eyes slowly lifting up with your face as you looked up and saw him, Choi Seungcheol.

You looked at him in confusion, head tilting and brows furrowing as you spoke, “What are you doing?” he only looked at you desperately, sitting down and putting his elbows on the table as he raised his hands and intertwined them. “I need your help.” his voice pleading, practically begging for your help as you continued to stare at him.

 A soft sigh escaped you as you pointed at yourself  to confirm that he was addressing you and not someone else, and he nodded immediately. You didn’t even get a chance to agree or deny his request as he spoke up right after.

“See that table behind you?” Your face softened now, curiosity written all over it as you turned around to look, but before you could he reached out across and gently grabbed your wrist and tugged at it, successfully preventing you from looking behind you. You tensed up, a strange feeling in your stomach as your face heated up and your body tingled at his sudden touch, but you weren’t even aware of it. “What about it?” you spoke in a slightly mumbling tone, clearing your throat as you slowly pulled your wrist out of his grip and brought it towards you.

He sighed as his eyes flickered to your hand as you retracted it, biting his bottom lip as he then answered her question. “Same students, they haven’t left me alone since you helped me out.” You nodded, letting out a low ‘ah’ and closing the book in your hands as you understood him perfectly. They’ve been clinging to follow him ever since you called him over a while ago.

An awkward silence then settled between you, which made you feel slightly uncomfortable so you decided to break it by clearing your throat. “But won’t you sitting here with me make them think we’re together?” You pointed to each other as you spoke in a matter-of-factly tone which made Seungcheol stare at his hands before fiddling with them, a small smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry, I am. But I had no idea how to get rid of them.” You knew he was desperate just by the sound of his voice so you nodded in response. “Don’t worry about it, we can just sit until it’s time for me to go back.”

He looked up at you, nodding and smiling like a happy puppy as the corners of his lips would almost reach his ears from how he was smiling so brightly. And his smile made you smile as well.

You spent a while conversing with Seungcheol and you had to admit, he was fun to be around with and you enjoyed his company more than you thought you would. He even let you call him ‘Cheol’, which is a nickname only used by his friends, and you appreciated it and wanted to call him by his nickname badly, but you knew you two weren’t even remotely close.

The sound of a ring of a bell came from your phone which prompted you to stop the conversation, excusing yourself as you took it out from your pocket and stared at the screen. “It’s Giselle, she said she’d text me an hour before the festival starts.” you explained to him so he wouldn’t get confused and misunderstand you.

He nodded and smiled widely. “It’s fine, I had a nice time talking to you. And thank you, again.” he voiced his thanks once more, making your heart melt as a shy chuckle left your lips and you smiled back at him while nodding as you replied to him. “It’s no problem, Seungcheol. I had fun talking with you.”

You stood up from your seat and sent him a small wave, bidding your goodbyes and making your way out of the school building and towards the kissing booth.

Once you arrived Giselle spotted you immediately and waved excitedly as she pointed to the finished outcome of the booth, you smiled at her as your eyes flew to the booth, admiring the structure of it. The sign turned out really nicely, and the small stage was neat and clean, the pink curtains were closed concealing the backstage as you saw one of the students holding a checklist paper, checking and making sure everything was perfect before the festival started.

“Everything’s ready?” You asked Giselle who only nodded, smiling widely as she looked very excited and proud at her hard work and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Yeah! We just need to make some adjustments for the lighting and we’ll be all good.” You nodded to her reply as Giselle handed you a clipboard with an attendance paper attached to it for the volunteers.

“Make sure every person on that paper is here, we need to make sure everyone on the paper is present. Otherwise we’ll be ‘short staffed’.” You nodded again, taking the clipboard from her as she handed you a pen which you gladly took too. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to check everyone off.”

You started walking around the booth, asking every student for their name before you ticked them off and applauded them for their hard work.

After everyone’s name was checked off, you reported back to Giselle who seemed delighted with you working hard and accomplishing your tasks. She smiled softly at you, nodding after you handed her the clipboard with everything checked off and completed.

“Everyone’s checked off for right now, there are only 2 people that I couldn’t find… I’m assuming they’re in class.” You showed her the names of those people, ‘Park Seobin’ and ‘Hwang Minji’. Giselle nodded, grabbing the pen and crossing them off, you looked at her in confusion.

“Those two already said they won’t be able to help out, I’ve already replaced them so it won’t be a problem.” She informed you as she started writing down the names of the new volunteers and checking them off, scratching out the old names.

You nodded, staying silent as you waited for her to give you another task, “Oh, right-! Can you head to the back to check the lighting? I need to make sure everything’s working before we start and I don’t have time to check.” You nodded again, assuring her that you can take one task off her back as you smiled brightly and ran to the back of the stage.

Once you passed the stage and kept walking, you saw a male student hunched over the light system that had a laptop next to it. “Is everything alright? Everything’s working?” his ears perked up at the sound of your voice and he lifted his head, a shocked expression on his face once he saw you.

“Jeno?” “y/n!” both of you spoke up at the same time as you smiled and approached him. He stood up, smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. “I had no idea you’d be here… I thought you were supervising the other booths?” you asked with a curious tone.

“I was supposed to do that, yeah… But I thought I’d check out this one first.” you tilted your head, not fully convinced with his reason but you nodded anyway. “I had no idea you could do this..” you responded and gestured to the light system as he nodded.

“Yeah… My dad works with these things, he has his own company that sells them.” a long ‘ah’ left your lips in understanding as you stood next to him, he started going over the basics of the lighting system; picking the colour, changing the brightness, the patterns… etc.

You were pretty intrigued, that you were learning something new and it looked quite fun to do. “But yeah, aside from that everything’s ready.” he assured you with a soft look as a sigh of relief left your lips, smiling as you pointed behind you. “Okay.. Then I won’t take up much of your time, I have to-”

The sound of someone yelling your name cut you off, you turned to look back to see who it was. A group of female students, specifically 3 of them as they approached you with their arms crossed. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!”

Jeno looked at you, you looked back with a slight shrug and a shake of your head as confusion was written all over your face. “Who are you..?” you answered and watched as they stepped closer to you, and you didn’t bother to hide your confusion from them.

One of them smiled weirdly, holding back her laughter as the girl beside her nudged her to not lose her composure. “We’re Giselle’s classmates! She wanted us to come and get you for something.” This definitely seemed fishy. Why did Giselle need you? You thought you were done with everything? “But everything’s done? Why would she need me?” The girl looked at you with a dirty look, but quickly masked it off with a forced smile.

“Apparently the banner for the booth fell onto the stage, she needs your help to find something to stick it back on.” you slightly tilted your head at her response, your eyes looking between them and reading them carefully before nodding, looking back at Jeno and sending him an apologetic look.

He nodded, understanding the situation and smiled softly and you took this as your queue to agree to them. “Okay, where is she?” One of the girls shook her head with a chuckle, walking towards you and wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, we'll take you to her!” you were a bit surprised by her sudden grip but you nodded anyway and followed them to wherever Giselle was.

You didn’t trust them at all but you needed to play along and allow yourself to be dragged by them to not look suspicious. “How did the banner fall? I thought it stuck on really well.” They all chuckled in unison, it seemed very forced and fake but you decided not to mention it. “Oh some dumb nerd was trying to fix the angle of it and he knocked it over.”

You nodded slowly, following them to the basement of the school to the storage room where all the materials for the booths were being kept in. And once you reached your destination, the girl let go of her grip from around your shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she stood beside you, and signalled for the other girls to open the door.

You walked in first and soon confusion hit you like a slap to the face. “Where’s Giselle?” The girl pushed you deeper inside the room causing you to stumble forward, a bewildered look on your face as you sharply turned around and stared at them in disbelief.  “What the actual fuck?”

“I can’t believe you were stupid enough to believe us.” the girl with blonde hair stated, a dry chuckle left her lips as it was soon followed by the same dirty look as it returned to her face. The girl on her left scoffed, her eyes searching the room before landing on something next to her. A wide smirk spread across her face as she slowly walked forward, grabbing the wooden plank that was thrown onto the floor.

“Especially since you were all lovey dovey with Cheol almost all day, he would never like someone like you.” a scoff left her lips as she spoke mockingly, tightly holding onto the plank while looking you up and down with a disgusted look on her face. You scoffed, that’s what this is about? Because you were close to him for the day?

You scoffed loudly, crossing your arms as you looked them up and down. “What and do you think he’ll like you? A piece of plastic?” The comeback came to you almost instantly, a sly smirk plastered onto your face, seeing their shocked expressions was very funny to you.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” her voice had gotten slightly louder, despite her ‘minions’ glaring at her to quiet down, she was beyond angry. You stepped forward, opening your mouth wider as you spoke again. “A piece of plastic. Have you gone deaf?” she gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the wooden plank and raising it as she harshly smacked your head, a clear thud echoing through the room. “You bitch! No wonder you keep sticking around him! You’re such a slut!”

The impact of the plank sent you stumbling back, a small grunt of pain leaving your lips as you raised your hand to touch your head but immediately retracted it, hissing as you looked at the tips of your fingers. Blood. 

Your head was ringing, your vision getting slightly blurry as you looked up at them. “What the fuck is wring with you?!” you yelled as you stood up. They all chuckled, one of the girls raising her leg and kicking your stomach. “Stay down, slut.” 

Your body hit the floor, holding out your hands to keep yourself from getting more injured, but they scraped against the floor making you hiss in pain once more. The blonde stepped forward, crouching down to your level as she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, “This is a warning.” she spoke quietly, her voice laced with venom as she raised her hand, slapping you once. “Stay away-” twice. “From Cheol.” three times. Her other hand moved up and gripped your hair, pulling it back quickly as you let out a yelp, feeling your hair harshly pulling at your scalp. She looked satisfied, letting you go and gesturing for the other girls to have a go at you.

It didn’t stop.

The punching, the beating with and without a plank, and the constant pain your body was in. You were pretty sure some part of you was broken, everything was blurry to you and you could feel the blood running down your face from the hit on the head.

It was way past the time for the festival to start, and you knew Gisellewould be worried sick about your absence and about who would help her organise.

And you were right, she was running frantically around their booth as her eyes searched for you like a crazy woman, everyone noticed her distress and offered their help to look for you when she told them you couldn’t be reached. And one person in particular noticed as well. Choi Seungcheol.

He was walking through the festival as soon as it started, looking at the different booths and activities that the students had worked on, but something was weird for him, when he looked over to the kissing booth he’d seen the state Giselle was in and he couldn’t help but walk over to find out what had happened that caused the booth to be delayed.

Giselle bit at her thumb anxiously as she looked around, her eyes noticing him as he approached her. “You’re here??” she asked in the most surprised tone ever, which caused him to tilt his head in confusion as he stopped to stand in front of her. “What’s going on?” he asked back with a serious tone that was slightly laced with worry.

She explained everything to him, finally getting to the point that you were missing. His eyes briefly widened at the information as a long sigh left his lips, how could you go missing in a school full of students? He nodded mostly to himself, his hands resting on Giselle’s shoulders in comfort. “Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” he tried to reassure her or at least bring her stress level down a little bit. “I’ll start looking for her inside the school.” And before she could even give him a response he was running through the crowd of students to make his way inside the school.

Meanwhile, you were still cornered by the group of girls as you managed to cover your head from them continuously attacking you, eyes shut as you tried to endure the pain but your hands had gotten the worst of it.

“That’s enough.” You heard one of the girls say, but you couldn’t tell which one it was as the ringing kept running through your head on a loop. “I’m bored, let’s go enjoy the festival.” she spoke with a bored tone, scoffing as she stared at your body on the floor one more time before turning around and walking away, and the other girls following right behind her.

You could hear the shuffling of their feet as they walked away from you, and the sound of the plank being dropped to the floor as they walked out.

After waiting for a few minutes and slowly opening your eyes, you managed to help yourself up, your entire body shaking from pain and the lack of strength you currently had. You tried grabbing the nearest thing close to you to balance yourself, but you couldn’t focus your vision at all so you ended up stumbling against the wall, and you used it to your advantage as you leaned against it, taking a few breaths before pushing yourself to stand as you aided yourself out of the room. 

You dragged your legs across the tiled floor as you walked slowly, your shoes making a screeching sound as they were dragged against the floor and you made sure to be out of sight from any student that was aimlessly walking inside the school, not wanting to stumble upon anyone in your current state. Every single bone in your body was screaming at you for being so stupid and allowing yourself to get hurt, your whole body was hurting and burning from the cuts and scratches but you didn’t know who to call for help.

As you pushed your body further and walked up the stairs, you immediately sat down on the floor of the empty and dim hallway, your back hitting the cold metal lockers as you groaned at the pain you were in. You slowly took out your phone from your pocket and stared at it, noticing the slightly cracked screen as you put it beside you.

You wondered if someone went looking for you, knowing Giselle would try to find you even if it meant closing the booth for a few more hours. But what you didn’t know was that an unexpected person was searching for you as well.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 l

Seungcheol didn’t know what came over him as he ran away from Giselle and made his way into the school, he barely knew you and the most interactions he had with you was today. So why was he hell bent and broken with worry on finding you when he found out you were missing?

He didn’t know the answer himself, that’s why he felt his confusion battling with his other emotions. What intrigued him even more was the side of himself that watched you ever since a few weeks ago and he was so enamoured by you, stealing glances whenever you weren’t looking his way, and following you whenever you go to the library or outside campus. He succeeded in keeping his secret as discrete and unaware as possible, but at what cost?

That’s why he slowed down his pace in the hallway, being out of breath from checking every classroom and every hidden place he had known. His steps echoed throughout the supposedly empty hallway as he breathed out his exhaustion softly, but that didn’t stop him from looking for you. Seungcheol’s eyes looked around in pure worry and concern as he slowed his pace and turned the corner of the hallway, but what he saw before him shocked him completely.

And as if on time, your ears picked up the sound of his footsteps which sent you panicking. Why would someone spend their time here instead of having fun at the festival?

So you froze, not knowing what to do as you awaited the person to approach you, your eyes widening as soon as you made eye contact. Why would he be here? Your words caught in your throat as you kept your eyes locked onto his, but what surprised you even more was his eyes widening too.

You wanted to move but you didn’t have the energy to do so, all of it being drained by walking over to this spot. His lips slowly parted, causing your breath to hitch softly as you waited for him to speak up. “y/n?” his familiar voice rang through your ears like a melodic bell, your vision was still a bit blurry so you couldn’t see his face properly but you still recognized him by his voice.

When Seungcheol approached you, you instinctively pushed your back further into the lockers, an unidentifiable look on your face as you kept blinking to restore your vision. “Hey…” he spoke softly, his voice quiet and sweet as he watched you blink repeatedly. “It’s okay.” he crouched down in front of you and gently placed his hands on your shoulders. You tensed under his touch, but soon realised that it was only soft and of comfort which made your body relax slightly.

 You finally calmed down as your vision started to clear from your blinking, clearing your throat quietly as you spoke. “Cheol…?” your voice was expectedly quiet, but no pain could be felt as the adrenaline started rushing through your body. Seungcheol took in your state, eyes widening and full of worry as they roamed around your face, noticing as they lingered on the scratches and small bruises that littered your face but his heart skipped a beat when you called him by his nickname.

“What happened?” his tone was demanding, feeling him stare at you with anger flaring in his chest. But he didn’t show it in front of you, he didn’t dare to do it in the state you were currently in.

Seungcheol took notice of your laboured breaths, his thumbs gently rubbing small circles in your shoulder blades to help calm you down, and you did all thanks to him. “Who did this to you?” that was the question that sent butterflies in your stomach, your eyes never leaving his as your gaze softened, feeling yourself about to cry as you thought back to what happened earlier

But surprisingly you didn’t cry, opening your mouth to reply as you felt your lips trembling, a bit shocked as you weren’t expecting your voice to still be this quiet. “S-Some girls, they were obsessed with you or something...” fuck you stuttered, but in your situation and after all you’ve been through who wouldn’t?

A deep sigh left his lips, cursing under his breath as he slowly leaned towards you and helped you get up, his arm snaking around your waist as he kept a firm grip on you to prevent you from falling, the sudden change of movement eliciting a whimper of pain out of you.

“Let’s get you to the nurse’s office.” he said and looked at you, carefully studying the places of your injuries as he then broke his gaze to look forward. The sternness in his voice left no room for arguments so you purse your lips into a thin line as you nodded slowly while he continued his response, “I’ll help clean your wounds.” you nodded, leaning against him  to support your body as you felt the energy draining out of you, but he understood so he nodded in return.

Your body almost immediately got used to his touch, puzzling you as to why you can feel comfort and safety just by his skin making contact with you. You didn’t admire him just by his looks like any other schoolgirl, but by his kindness, wits, and the big smile he always carried around on his face with him.

But you didn’t notice your body reacting to his presence, blushing whenever your eyes caught him, and feeling your body tingle when he was close to you. You didn’t notice until now, feeling the tingling in your body and your slightly heated cheeks.

And now you realize that he was indeed your first love.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝

read part two here...

[killshotbabe]

Title | Creepin’

Pairing | University student!Mark x reader ft. nct dream (minor appearances)

Warning (s) | minors dni! NSFW, Use of swear words, really mean!Mark, stalker and simp reader, solo masturbation, rough handling (to reader), degradation, name-calling, dirty talk, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, smut, unprotected sex (please wear protection!), creampie, public rough sex

Word count | 2.8 k ish…?

Song(s) | Toxic - RealestK, U&I - The NBHD

“Hey, time to go.”

The familiar voice of your friend stirred you out of your nonsensical dream, causing what seemed to be an audible gasp from her when you reached out so suddenly, all startled.

“Dude.”

“It’s always this fucking bean bag, sorry.” You mumbled, letting her hand go. You carefully stood up to stretch, the mini blanket you brought landing on the carpet floor. “How long was I out?”

Your friend glanced on her wristwatch with a hum. It downed to you that it was indeed time to go when you saw her with her coat on, books on-hand. You retrieved your blanket off the floor and folded it carefully.

“Like two hours tops? Our bus comes in like fifteen.”

“Well, you can go. I’m gonna get my sis to pick me up later instead.” You say, wanting to stay at least another hour to make up for the supposedly “study” date but you were so exhausted and told your friend you’d take a twenty nap only to end up sleeping for two hours.

You didn’t tell her to wake you up after twenty though, and you didn’t set an alarm too thinking your body would do the favour for you but that was still a dumb decision especially when the small booth you rented with her had a really comfortable looking bean-bag where students rest or even go as far as sleep on.

Unfortunately, you’re always a victim (and so is everybody else).

“What! You’re ditching me agaaaain,” She grumbled, bottom lip jutting out trying to spite you but she knew you’d just chuckle at her cute efforts.

“You literally get off the bus after five stops and leave me dude. But seriously, go home your pup’s probably looking for you right now.”

“Right! Ok, fine text me when you’re safe and sound though ok? Don’t want to lose my “study” buddy who loves getting her beauty sleep.”

Your opened your mouth to try and come up with a smart insult but you sighed, a matching smile gracing the both of you.

“You had no right to say that! But hey, I’m often available for you so…”

“True! I’ll see you next time then and will text you if we end up renting a different booth.”

Your friend blew a flying kiss which you jokingly grimaced at and made sure to escort her out of the entrance, reminding her to text you when she’s home (and if she could send a pic of her new pup too through messages you’d truly appreciate that) before you made your way back to the booth.

The clock read 5:45 pm and the window was absent of any daylight, plunging the whole room in semi-darkness until you decided it would be best to turn the lamp on which had been plugged to the table for use.

You spend another thirty minutes typing up study material for the incoming finals season until you slowly packed your things, one hand trying to rub the threatening surge of sleep terrorizing your eyes.

You stretched your arms above your head before you slipped your coat on, humming to yourself as you informed your sister you’d be home a little later and to not lock the gates so it’d be easier for you to get in especially when it’s dark out now and there were way too many creeps lurking in the alleyways of your neighbourhood despite the cold mid-October weather.

You could get her to pick you up — the option was there but you like taking public transit even at this hour because you knew it’d still be somewhat full and if it wasn’t, you didn’t mind having time for yourself as you drown yourself in music from your headphones, gaze falling to the window next to you as you watched a whole strip of sidewalks and tall buildings with an occasional bridge on sight.

You saw your friend’s message and replied back to it too, grinning at the picture of her pup learning a new trick. You sent her a quick reply before heading downstairs to make your way to the second floor of the library. There were still a lot of people at this hour so you weren’t really worried about being alone at this time.

Sometimes, you do stay just before 10 am but that usually takes place when there’s a group research, or if you need to do more studying. Studying at home didn’t really work for you, especially when your desk is just right next to your cozy-looking bed so the university’s gigantic library was the best option.

You tuck your phone into your pocket as you rounded yourself into another wing, your brain automatically leading you to your destination; another row of open study booths near the science department.

With your headphones strapped on, you search for an empty table near the dim-lit hall, claiming the one facing one of the meeting rooms filled with students majoring in medicine. The room in front of you is usually booked by the same group of people, one of them being your long-time crush for two years now.

Mark Lee.

You grin to yourself when you propped your laptop open, noticing the familiar head full of dark hair above the transparent glass along with those signature doe eyes. You can’t see the rest of his face because of the frosted glass but you could tell what expression he had. He looked quite focus, typing something down so intensely. He would look at the speaker (that being Jaemin, which your friend knew since they did share a class once back when they were taking classes for faculty admissions) then nod to himself. He would raise his hand too for the sole purpose of sharing his opinions on whatever topic they’re discussing.

Sometimes, you find yourself wondering why you didn’t gun for nursing just like them but you weren’t good with blood and nursing didn’t interest you just like the rest of the medical-related jobs. It was on demand, yes, but you were perfectly fine with pursuing finance. It promised great money, though, it would have been nice if you were in the same field as your crush. At least then you’d have the same interest and that would count as some sort of a connection between you and him.

However, there’s a part of you not wanting to get it out there and to actually introduce yourself to Mark, try to see if he’d give you his number or go off the rails with your imaginations and delusions running wild in your head. You like to think you’re not that crazy, just a little weird for thinking about Mark that way when he could turn out to be the worst guy in the planet but so far, there was no indication of that or him having a girlfriend at all. If he had, you’d find out by now but even then, you think it won’t stop you from liking him for a reason you don’t really like to admit.

You liked to follow him around, peeking in small corners and sometimes attend some of his out-of-school activities with your friend or alone, and you were quite consistent, though you made sure you stood far away from him so you can watch him play and have fun without having him figure it all out and confront you as to why you’ve been steadily following him around for two years now.

You don’t even follow him on social media because his account is private but you do visit his profile sometimes, even going as far on keeping track of his friends with accounts set to public like Chenle, another promising nurse from their group. He would come through often with pictures that involve Mark and you would take screenshots here and there and save all of it in the hidden category in case your friend needed to use your phone.

Most of them knew about your crush on Mark but not to that extent.

One of them did go with you to attend two of his rugby matches but they thought it was just that and you weren’t going to go home to sift through any local newspapers online or stalk the rugby league he’s a part of.

You knew it was getting unhealthy, maybe it might scare anyone off if they did find out but you kept it a bay.

It was like your dirty little secret and crushing on him was just so fun, especially when he has zero idea about it all. You’ve never even made an eye-contact with him and you’re not really sure why that doesn’t upset you.

You just don’t want to be acknowledged, that’s all. It’s a bizarre thing to say but if Mark did find out and decided to do something about it, you think you’d probably want to run away and never be seen again so up until now, you did nothing to earn his attention nor tried anything to have him befriend you.

When you have decided it was time to go after what seemed like forever, you cast a final glance to where Mark and his friends were. They were still inside, no longer having a discussion but rather chatted about where they’re going tonight. It’s Friday after all and you know they always had plans every Friday. You made no effort to follow him when it came to that though… Not when you have no car and for some reason, you didn’t want to find out where he lived even when a friend told you they all lived in a suburban neighbourhood close by the university unlike you who resided on the north side opposite of theirs which required you to take two buses to get home.

It didn’t bother you though.

You’ve always wanted to attend this particular university even if you could have settled for the smaller one ten minutes from home, and if moving there for the sake of your safety (especially on nights like this) was on the table but that would mean you’d have to stop following Mark, you wouldn’t even opt for it. Not even in a heartbeat.

Mark, you find, is like some sort of a God you idolize. You think about him whenever you do anything, especially when you’re studying.

Seeing him be so diligent and fully committed in doing well in school inspired you to do same, if not better. So moving away from him would probably affect you drastically. You’ve had it in your head every passing time whenever you’re met with a possibility of getting physically assaulted or yanked off the streets in the dead of the night from university but whenever you make it back home safe and sound, it gives you some sort relief until it turned into an endless cycle.

And you weren’t going to give it all up.

He was your lucky charm through it all and you’d like to keep pushing until God knows when.

You’re not sure when either but you’re having fun and that’s all that matters, right?

“Yo, let’s go.”

Your gaze flew back to your keyboard, refusing to check whoever walked out of the room.

You waited until they all left, only checking back until you could only make out Mark’s black backpack as they headed downstairs. He wore all black today but kept his navy scrub pants on. You’ve seen him wear full on scrubs from time to time and he looked too great — his broad shoulders causing you to go all numb on the spot.

It was made for him and you couldn’t help but ogle whenever he put on fitted clothes. It gets even worse when you see him with his rugby uniform on, and although it’s a sin to admit what you do after every match you’d voluntarily attend just to see him play, you can’t help but release the ache you feel between your legs. Not only do you love his face but his lean, muscular body too especially his strong thighs.

There have been so many things where you dreamed of him having so close to you, even going as far as doing things to him you’ve never done to a boy before and it only spiralled to constant wet dreams that drove you nuts. It would piss you off quite often too because then you’d think about it whenever you space out in public which yanked you to a sudden jolt of embarrassment coursing through your bloodstream.

He was just so hot, and even if you felt guilty for having those type of sinful thoughts about someone who doesn’t even know you, you think it might be the “thrill” that drew your near the edge.

The thrill of him not knowing…

The thrill of him looking so busy and unbothered just a few feet from you when he gets you all worked up in your imaginations…

He doesn’t even know anything…

Anything at all…

You squeeze your thighs together, sighing under your breath as you waited inside the glass shelter, looking forward to go home and shower — specifically thinking of the new shower head you bought for yourself with different water pressure points, only using it for your pleasure with that one person wrecking havoc in your head like always.

It was fun. So much fun.

You find yourself being his shadow for the next month. It might have gotten worse, you think.

You’ve never touched him though.

By worse, it meant you followed him almost every day but made sure he didn’t actually notice. You were good with your methods especially now that you have car for a while since your mom will be out of town for two months if not more. She gave you the liberty of using it so you can get better at driving especially when it’s now the month of December and it started to snow heavily, making it difficult for you to take the bus home.

You hum, unbuckling your seatbelt as you parked right in front of moon drive in, a diner Mark and the boys frequented to. Sometimes there would be girls tagging along but none of them were with Mark. You did come close to hearing one of them flirt with him though but he’d only laugh it off and you can’t help but snicker to yourself as you listened to their conversations behind your seat.

This would be the fourth time you went. It was originally for the purpose of “following” Mark but you find yourself coming back for your usual — classic fries and a chicken burger paired with a strawberry milkshake.

You even brought one of your friends here last week but tonight you came alone craving a fast food fix. You didn’t even think of Mark at all but much to your surprise, he was actually there with Haechan and Renjun (more names to label very familiar faces) and they were laughing about something you can’t quite pinpoint.

It was around midnight now and you planned to just do a take-out and go straight home so you waited inside, acting oblivious about them being there.

It didn’t take quite long until your take-out bag was ready so you made a move, walking out of the diner and to your car. You think of how gorgeous Mark looked tonight even if it was just a quick glimpse you had greedily stolen before you drove off, a grin on your face.

What you didn’t know though, was when your back was completely turned to them when you were paying for your order, Mark spared you a glance, head tilted to the side.

And when you left, you completely missed the way he smirked at you on your way out.

“Ok, that’s enough studying for me I think my head is about to explode.”

You’re back in the library at the main campus now just a few weeks later. You actually studied without a break this time and took it like a champ even if the exhaustion from your head had mentally taken over, giving you a pounding head ache.

“Are you leaving now?”

You yawned, gesturing towards the clock behind your friend. “It’s almost sunset.”

“Yeah, and I gotta meal prep for next week.” She cleared her side rather quickly. Next thing you know, she was all packed up and ready to go. “Don’t stay in too late ok?”

“Maybe. You know I got a car now so I’d probably overstay.”

She raised a brow with a giggle. “Yeah, yeah you smartass. See you next week then?”

“Sure! Careful on your way out it’s snowing again!”

In a hushed silence, you inwardly groaned and began packing your things up as well to head down the second floor to see if Mark was there. You heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that he had the flu so he might not be there today but it didn’t hurt to check so that’s what you did.

Surprisingly though, a different group took over the room Mark and the boys rented so you made a detour, checking to see if any of them are using the gym tonight. You knew Mark, Jaemin and Jeno would frequent over there and honestly, you might have started having a little crush on Jeno too so you make your way down to the separate complex for that one purpose — if Mark wasn’t there, then Jeno would do, and maybe you can hit up the treadmill for a bit to cross the “stay active” off your to-do list for today.

You don’t even know how your attraction for Jeno started actually. Jeno was always there, all smiley and always bickered with Jaemin but ever since his jet-black hair started growing longer behind his nape, something shifted in his aura and you liked it. He’s just as conventionally attractive as Mark and he too, had a great body. You found out that one time when you saw him doing waterpolo with Jisung which made you go a little crazy.

You don’t know much about him though, so Mark was still your number one of course.

None of the boys were in the gym tonight but since you’ve always wanted to use the treadmill without the gym being too overly crowded, you decided to do just that. You spent forty minutes on it going between slow and vigorous before you called it quits and gunned for the shower to wash away the sweat on your skin.

No one was in the showers so you didn’t bother hiding your modesty, even going as far as being fully naked in the dim-lit hall as you darted in the last stall, music blasting off your phone you left on the bench just a foot away along with your belongings.

You let the warm water cascade down your body, eyes closing at the calming sensation it brought as it washed the sweat and stress away into the drain under your foot. You stayed in until the clear mist from the hot water climbed into the atmosphere, wrapping around you like a cloud of comfort. You then hummed, soaping up the curves of your body as you feel yourself get lost in your thoughts, suddenly thinking of Mark when you snaked your hand to cup your sex, already slick with pure arousal.

You practically shook, feeling how too sensitive you’ve gotten when you continued your erotic ministrations before you slipped in a finger in, a sweet moan spilling out of your throat. You fingered yourself whilst standing, free hand cupping and pinching your hard nipples as you let your fingers do you wonders, ultimately sending you over the edge when you thought of Mark’s skilled tongue playing with your clit before he fucked you with just that, eating you out like a starved man you imagined him to be when eating pussy.

You held yourself, growing weaker against the tiled walls as you slowly regained full consciousness after going through such euphoric state, smiling to yourself. You eventually darted back out, wet hair in a bun and took the elevator because you didn’t have the strength to take the stairs especially after doing all of that.

It was then you realized, as you headed to the front door, that you’re quite stranded in the building for now. The snowstorm had gotten worse. You couldn’t even see anything through the glass walls.

“You waiting for the bus?” The security on site asked. “Doesn’t look that good out there.”

“No, I drove here but… yeah, looks like I gotta wait it out.” You nod your head in agreement, a little pissed off at the sudden turn of events.

You knew the weather was unpredictable lately but you thought it wouldn’t get this bad until tonight.

“Check again in an hour maybe? If not, the library is open 24/7 so… you know how it goes over here.”

You didn’t look forward to that all but if staying here overnight was better, you had no choice. You didn’t want to risk anything, not when you’re still a novice driver. You’d be playing with death if you still chose to suck it up and try to drive in this type of weather.

“Yeah, thanks. Have a good eve sir!”

“You too, young lady.”

You texted your sister about the current weather and how you’d probably get home later or might sleep here overnight if the snowstorm doesn’t lay off with a pursed lip then took another detour, going back upstairs to the lounge area and see if there’s a spot you could rest at for the time-being. You find one overlooking the parking lot where your car is but made sure you’re tucked away from the students preparing for their finals so you can snooze in peace which you succumbed to right away, missing the fact that Mark had gone his way back up, slightly frustrated at the bad weather.

When he saw your sleeping figure hiding in a dark corner though, he could only raise a brow.

Your wristwatch read 10:45 pm by the time you woke up, panic in your eyes when you realized you’ve overslept. The floor you’re currently on had gone too quiet, so quiet you thought you were the only one left if it’s not for a small number of students typing away furiously, one of them sipping on a coffee cup.

The weather had been better so you take that sign to leave, yawning your way to the elevator. You were still quite sleepy and so out of it you haven’t even even realized you were not alone in the elevator as it brought you to the basement when you were meant to press ground floor.

It didn’t even hit you until you simply walked out, met with a plethora of cars only to stop on your tracks, seeing as this was not the ground floor.

You were about to turn around and head back to the elevator when a strong arm yanked you to a dark corner, making you gasp.

“How was it?”

Your eyes rounded in shock as you registered the very familiar face just inches away from yours. You have been caged between his arms, your back to what looked like the sleek, black car he drove to the campus. You weren’t sure if you were still dreaming because if you were, you didn’t want it to end.

“Mark?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, quite dazed seeing him up close. He’s way too gorgeous, doe-eyes pinning you down. The smell of his clean cologne making you sigh in frenzy, but he didn’t look too happy.

He chuckled darkly, his grip around your wrists tightening like he meant to hurt you.

“I don’t even fucking know you.” He growled, deadly poison coating his words. “You’ve been following me around, haven’t you? How was it? You had fun?”

“N-no.” You lied, your eyes practically quivering in excitement. Was this real life? “I wasn’t following you.”

“I’m not dumb.” He squinted in annoyance, scrutinizing the way you reacted to his confrontation. “What the hell do you want? I even saw you at the diner. It’s not funny anymore.”

You wanted to laugh, but you liked the way his torso brushed against yours. You couldn’t help but to felt something aching in between your thighs again. He came off mean, which is something you didn’t really imagine, but you loved it so much. It drove you to something more sinister so you pressed on, pretending you’re so damn clueless about what he’s trying to get out from you.

Like you were so innocent… So unaware of it all.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re saying that when you know my name.” He clenched his jaw, losing a bit of his patience due to your playful nature which he didn’t really expect. “Admit it already. You’re caught.”

You could only grin, blinking slowly at him as you watched his chest rise and fall against yours. You could feel your nipples starting to be harden the more he got closer. Oh, how you wished for days like this to come true… You wanted for it be a literal dream but this was so, so much better.

“What if you’re wrong? I could report you.” You joked, watching him attentively. He smelled so damn good you were having a hard time trying to resist him so badly.

“Nothing to report when I have receipts. You think you’re slick?”

Your smile widened. Receipts? So turns out, he was creeping on you too it seems and you don’t know how to feel that, about all of this when you’ve fought so hard to keep your secrets under the wraps, forever tucked away from anyone to see or find out.

But Mark wasn’t oblivious. He knew there was something off when you would show up to his games even if it rained. He asked his team mates if anyone of them knew you but no one did, and for a couple of days he thought it was because you liked watching Rugby until he caught you taking a picture of him walking out of the diner. It all came together when he would notice you occupying the lone table facing the room him and his friends would be at quite often so he took it upon himself to puzzle everything together and made the connection.

There was no last straw, however.

At first, it was quite charming. It was a normal thing for him even in high school with so many girls chasing after him but he started seeing you everywhere he went and that made him a little insane which then lead to a strong desire to confront you, preferably alone without the usual friend you’d come with for study sessions, and much to his dismay, tonight was the good time.

He thought about approaching you about it in nicer way, but the “nice” demeanour had dissipated and he thinks it’s because you’ve started to look at Jeno too.

Was it jealousy?

He didn’t even like you like that. You were an actual stranger to him, so why is he suddenly so worked up about you possibly being into Jeno, too?

“Oh, you keep ‘em?” You tried to wiggle away from his vice grip but he just made it worse, further catering to your suffering. “Hey, you’re gonna leave a bruise on me…”

“Don’t care.” He placed your arms over your head now, your sweet vanilla scent catapulting him away from the scandalous thoughts of him making you suffer as you whined for him to let go but he refused. “Don’t change the subject and answer my damn question. Why are you doing this?”

“I just… like you.” You admitted truthfully, the funny feeling in your stomach making you sigh, eyes searching something in his but all you saw was pure anger mixed with something you hoped might be true. “I didn’t touch you or show up in front of your house so I don’t get why you’re so angry, Markie…”

The pet name.

He thinks his friends wouldn’t let that slip but he knows where you got it from. It wasn’t a play or a coincidence. He knew what you were doing but he couldn’t stop that pet name from rolling out of your tongue. It did nothing but have his blood rush straight to his dick.

“Don’t call me that.” He huffed, too aware of the way your hard nipples pressed against his. “You don’t know who you’re trying to provoke.”

“What do you mean?” You wondered, almost moaning at the hard ridge of his cock pressing on your clothed cunt. You couldn’t believe it. He was so hard. Did he love that pet name so much? “You’re so hard… Are you still angry?”

“Stop!” He suddenly yelled, backing off you when you attempted to grind on him.

You let your hands fall loose to your side, watching his pretty features crumble but his eyes were still burning a hole through your head and you think that if you don’t move now, he might just take you and show you what hell feels like.

“If that’s what you want…”

You diverted your gaze down to his pants, mouth watering at how hard he’s gotten. He looked big and it made the ache between your legs more mind-numbing, your growing wet cunt pulsing around nothing. You gradually advanced to him, testing the waters before pinning him to the wall, the difference between your heights so drastic it almost came off funny but he let you run your hand down from his chest, to his abs then finally, to his hard-on painfully standing upright in his pants.

You’ve never even attempted this to anyone before but suddenly, you had the full reigns of what he started and you weren’t going to let him win.

Or so… you think.

“Stop it…” He exhaled heavily, almost begging as he clamped his eyes close when you bit his ear, licking the shell before you placed an open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, your surging arousal practically bubbling up you think your underwear wouldn’t be able to hold it up if you kept up with this. “I don’t even know you.”

“But you’re reacting quite the opposite.” You stopped to look at him in the eye, yours and his equally blown with nothing but lust. “You like being watched, Markie?”

He didn’t respond as his hands formed into fists. You were just about to kiss him on the neck again when he grabbed you by yours, quickly flipping your positions.

You whimpered in pain when your back collided against the brick wall, about to cuss him out for handling you like that when he crashed his lips into yours. He went in too hard until your bottom lip started to bleed after he bit into your soft flesh, his palm flexed around your little throat, choking you but not enough to render you unconscious.

There was a muffled “mhmff” from you as you pounded your fists against his chest, unable to breathe from how rough he was kissing you like he was about to eat you and swallow you up with no mercy. You were about to bite him back when he lets you go, trapping you against the wall, the sweet taste of his minty mouth mixed with your blood causing you to lick your lip, tasting iron, ignoring the fact that it stung all because of him.

If anything, it didn’t anger you at all but aroused you even more. You liked the fact that he was like this to you.

“I didn’t want to do anything with you.” He declared with a glare, but his next move proved otherwise. “But I’m not letting you touch me like you own me.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too late now?”

You didn’t miss the way he came closer and the way he darted his mean gaze from yours and to your bleeding lips. You didn’t even bother wiping it off as you remained still, too entertained with the fact that he just kissed you. Hard.

“Did I give you the green light? No.” He whispered, sounding so cynical. “But I could touch you. You’ve violated me enough so I think it would be fair for me to do this, no?”

You were about to speak when he shut you up with his callused hand tight on your mouth, his free hand snaking down your hip to cup your pussy through your jeans. Your held your breath, knees about to buckle from the way he rubbed you in circles. You were so taken back, the violent rush of pressure sending you over the moon.

“You’re so desperate and insane. You kinda make me go a little crazy, but you don’t deserve to touch me.”

He bit through his words with so much hate as you grew weaker against him, unable to contain the shrill excitement and carnal desire hitting you like a truck. If he kept this up, you would probably cum in your jeans so you started to whine, grinding on his palm and begging for him to do something about it.

“Mark… Please…”

You let out a shaky gasp when he did allow you to speak, his head disappearing into the crook of your neck to kiss you there, way too turned on with the noises you were making and how you’ve gotten so fucking wet he can practically feel it through your jeans. He can’t help but bite your shoulder as he slipped his long, slender fingers inside your jeans groaning at how fucking soaked you were for him, it was almost embarrassing for you but you didn’t care. You wanted him to see how much you desired him.

You attempt to touch him but he quickly swats you away, telling you to keep your hands to yourself.

“I could fuck you with my fingers right now bet it’d just slip right in, huh? You’re fucking wet. Aren’t you ashamed?”

“N-no!” Your head fell back as your knees wobbled. You place your hand on his wrist as he played with your arousal, smearing it all over your clit and pussy lips. “God,”

“Hands off or I won’t fuck you.”

Was all he chided before you let go, keeping your hands flat to the wall as he slipped a finger inside your throbbing hole causing you tear up when he began pumping inside you in a exhilarating speed you thought you were going to pass out from too much pleasure it brought you. It got so bad that you had to cover your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming as the loud squelching of your wetness could be heard between the both of you.

“So fucking tight,” Mark scoffed coldly, liking the way you were taking him in, like your pussy was made for him and his fingers only. He couldn’t help but wonder if you can even take his cock too but he wasn’t going to let you have it easily.

“Faster… p-please!” You closed your eyes, tears falling nonstop you were so sure he’d be able to bring you to the edge with just his fingers. “I’m close, fuck…I’m-m.”

“I know you are, you dirty whore.” He pinned you deeper to the wall, slightly losing it when he felt your walls squeeze him, sucking his fingers further into your warm cunt. “Bet you thought about this in your sleep, right? Is this better? Now that I’m fucking you like this?”

“Yes!” You fisted on his shirt, mouth gaping open as he drove you closer into another orgasm, more powerful than all of the times you touched yourself combined and he hasn’t even fucked you with his cock just yet. “God! Mark, fuck!”

“Dirty fucking mouth you got,” He hissed, pumping his fingers faster and harder, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. “Keep it open if you’re such a good girl.”

Your mouth had gone slack as he coaxed your orgasm closer, your eyes shut tightly as your back arched for him, but just before he could let you cum, he yanked his fingers out of you making you swear out loud in frustration only to have him shove his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

He loved how flushed you look and he thinks you’re prettier this way — all fucked out from just his fingers.

“You like how you taste?” He snarled, watching you lick the arousal off his middle finger whilst you whimpered at the sudden loss of contact even if you were so damn pissed for being edged like that. “Good, take it all in, yeah?”

“You’re an asshole.” You pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop followed by a scowl. “I was so close—”

The side of your face suddenly met the wall, Mark having to push you and have both of your arms on the curve of your back. You bite your lip upon realizing what he’s about to do next.

“I’m not that generous.” He placed his knee between your thighs, spreading them wider for him after he pulled your jeans down to your ankles along with your underwear. “Shut the fuck up and behave.”

You feel him move as you braced yourself, your pussy aching for his hard cock to be in you when you see him kneel on one knee behind you. You were about to say something when his tongue delved into your pussy, flicking it up and down to your folds, his hands grabbing a handful of your ass, groping you from behind.

“Fuck-fuck! S-so good, so good-d Mark…”

You babbled, right fist thumping to the wall with your left fully unzipping your coat so you could slither your free hand inside your shirt to cup one of your breasts as he slipped his tongue inside your wet hole, quickly bringing you back to the peak of your orgasm. You felt him lap your wetness in your pussy lips like how you’d imagined him to do, one of your hands going down south to play with your now swollen clit, ultimately sending you to you to the edge.

You hear Mark swear behind you as he stood back up, slapping your ass when your legs shook uncontrollably. You took a sharp breath before squirting right on the cement and on his shoes, your hand still putting pressure on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, spurts of clear liquid draining out of you too violently.

You thought you actually blacked out, only gaining full consciousness after you had squirted in front of him, the sound of him unbuckling his belt faint to your ears. It didn’t register that he was actually going to give it to you until he shoved his cock inside your soiled pussy in one go, the sudden stretch burning you. You nearly screamed and toppled over only to have him shut you up as he began pounding into you relentlessly, cursing at how good you took him so well.

“Fuck, I wasn’t gonna give it to you but you squirted you cockslut! so, so desperate for me huh? Is that it?”

His breathing shallowed as he tried not to cum inside you right there and then. You were so damn wet and too tight around him it felt amazing, way too amazing he thought he was going to lose it for a minute there but he fought to control himself, wanting to fuck you dumb and watch you cry as you struggle with his size.

“M-Mark!” You moaned loudly in defeat as you tried to open wider for him, his big cock rendering you numb and helpless like how he wanted it. “Wait, shit! God… oh my god…”

You pressed your hand on top of his which was now loose on your mouth until you urged him to slide his index finger inside the wet cavern of your sweet mouth, sucking on it to suppress your cries, tears dripping down your cheeks and on the floor along with the pool of your arousal from squirting minutes ago.

You whimpered pitifully, too overwhelmed with the brutal burn of his cock inside you as he fucked you faster and harder than before until your slick wetness coated his entire cock, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls. It wasn’t so long until the both of you finally reached your climax— with you coming hard first and out of nowhere which led him to spill his cum inside you after telling him you were clean and on pill which made it so, so much better.

You remained still, catching your breath as he collapsed on your back, his nose nuzzling your nape. The whole aftermath felt almost romantic, you thought.

“You keep my cum inside you like a good girl so you can keep a memory of me when you get home, yeah?”

He whispered in your ear with a certain bite, tone so wicked it brought shivers down your spine, and when it was time to face him after shamefully tugging your underwear back up, careful not to spill any of his cum out of you, you weren’t sure what to do so you wait until he fixed himself up before saying something.

“Hey.”

You tried to smile, but you were still so high from having sex with him in the basement parking lot you couldn’t help but to chuckle, not believing that this, in fact, actually happened.

“Don’t think we’re friends or anything.” He said, not looking at you as he smoothed his shirt down from you fisting on it earlier. “Don’t even know you like that.”

For some reason, you had already accepted it and seen it like that but still, you knew he had truthfully enjoyed this too. You can tell from how he’s looking at you right now or so you hoped.

“But can I… still like you?” There was a crack in your voice. Your round eyes practically begging him to change his mind about you.

“Sure, just stop liking Jeno.”

You stared at him in confusion, unable to discern how he came up with such accusation but it tickled your fancy. It actually made you tilt your head to down, tongue poking the side of your mouth, clearly amused upon realizing what he meant by that.

Guess you were so bad at hiding your tracks…

“Jeno?” You teased. “Your friend?”

“Stop liking him and I might just give it to you again. That’s it.”

“Oh, Markie,” You drawled seductively, the pink hue of your fair cheeks from post-sex rendering Mark sort off in trance-like state. You’re a pretty face for sure and he can’t deny that after all. “You only want me to be for you? As your play toy? How did you know?”

You attempt to touch his face only for him to grab your wrist with a vicious sneer.

“Don’t think you’re the only one watching.”

A sardonic grin graced his beautiful face, distracting you for a moment before he pulled you closer to him as if it was such a natural thing to do, his lips already brushing lightly to the shell of your ear to whisper what seemed to be a dire warning — like a harsh brewing storm about to wash you away and drown you into an endless abyss you can no longer escape out of.

“I’ve been watching you too.” Your mouth parted upon his confession as he nipped on your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist, fully claiming you. “…And I might be worse.”

A. N | Mark is currently bias wrecking me so hard right now I’m literally fighting for my life so I just had to let my frustrations out by writing this in one sitting. :)

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𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐦.𝐥

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mark lee x non-idol!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you miss Mark, but he’s busy with work and you’re busy with school, so your relationship lives through a computer screen.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, established relationship, semi-secret relationship, mark sings you to sleep :(

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k

𝐚/𝐧: soft boyfriend mark is the only mark that matters. i’ve had this in my drafts since 2018...

11:48 pm

12 more minutes until you’d get to see him again. 

You sighed as rays of blue light danced on your skin. You hadn’t heard from Mark in 2 weeks. His schedule had gotten so hectic preparing for the Dream comeback and the 127 tour, he hardly had time to think, let alone call you. Mark’s absence was difficult, but it was understandable. He was doing what he loved, even if it meant being sleep-deprived, overworked, and under-appreciated. You hated how the idol life took its toll on him, but he constantly reassured you that he was fine. 

With bags under his eyes, ever-so-slightly slumped shoulders, and a jitter in his fingers, he told you he was fine. So you told him you believed him, even though it split your heart in two to watch him suffer. You never wanted to pry because it might stress him out to really talk about his feelings, so the time you spent together was treated like an escape from reality; An escape from fame for Mark, and an escape from academia for you. 

Mark would tell you about a funny thing that Haechan did in the dorms, or read you a poem he had written while in the car heading to dance practice. Your favourite was when he would bring out his guitar and pluck haphazard melodies as you watched him through the screen. Then Mark would ask you about your day, and you’d tell him about the quaint little cafe you stumbled into after an exam, or the squirrels that you fed at the bus stop on your way to school. 

The few times that Mark would actually tell you about his NCT activities, he’d rave about how amazing tour practice has been, and how he wanted you in the crowd with him. On those days, you’d have to remind Mark that you couldn’t be anywhere near his professional activities because the chances of one of you slipping up and giving nosy fans or intruding journalists a reason to speculate Mark’s romantic life were too high. 

Then you’d fall into a suffocating silence until one of you changed the subject. 

11:58 pm

2 more minutes until you’d get to see him again.

Your heart melted into the floor as you tussled with the wires of your earphones. Should’ve just bought those Airpods, you thought to yourself. You opened up your laptop, hands shaking as you navigated toward the Facetime app. A green dot appeared next to your laptop camera, and you stared into your reflection. You analyzed the background presented on the screen with a sigh. Your room was a mess. Worse than it usually was. You pushed yourself out of your desk chair, practically sprinting around your bedroom trying to make it seem presentable. Mark had seen your bedroom in every manifestation, from organized to sloppy, but it had never been this bad. 

You tossed the dirty clothes laying on your bed into a hamper before adjusting your duvet. Your textbook sat open on your pillow, reminding you that you’d have to finish whatever chapter you were on once you were done indulging in fantasyland with Mark. You threw your bookmark into the bind of the textbook before slamming it closed. Reality could wait until tomorrow morning. The stuffed panda Mark gave you leaned on your headboard, greeting you with its permanent smile. Mark won the stuffed animal for you at a carnival in Chicago when he was on tour. He told you that the moment he saw it, he knew he had to win it for you. 45 minutes and $60 later, the panda was looped under Mark’s arm for the entirety of the tour until he was finally able to bring it back home to you. 

12:00 am

Your ears perked at the unmistakable melody ringing from your laptop. 

[Mark <3 is calling]

Your feet carried you to your computer in what felt like half a second. You plopped down onto your chair, fixing your hair before putting in your earphones and navigating toward the answer button.

“Yeobooooo,” Mark’s voice flooded your ears, allowing a riptide to form in your heart.

“Maaaarrrk,” you reply as the corners of your mouth began to upturn. You felt your cheeks warm up at the sight of Mark. He was dressed in an oversized grey hoodie, with flat hair, and his round glasses. You loved when he wore his glasses. You’d always teased him, calling it harry potter cosplay, but he was undeniably adorable. 

“Oh, God, you don’t even know how much I’ve missed you. I’ve been talking about you so much that Johnny actually banned me from talking about you,” Mark chuckled, “$2 fine every time I mention your name,” Mark explained. You felt your heart flutter knowing that Mark missed you as much as you missed him.

“Tell me about it. My friends groan whenever I bring you up when we’re hanging out on campus. I’ve been insufferable without you,” you sigh.

“Glad to know we’re in the same boat.” Mark’s hearty laugh warms your ears. “How’s school?” he continues. 

“It’s fine. Just the usual; tests, quizzes, labs, annoying professors, blah, blah. How’s idol life?” You ask.

“Same old. Dance practice, recordings, youtube content, variety shows, same as it always is,” Mark’s reply matches yours, embodying the mutual frustration with the repetitive monotony of your lives that you both feel. 

“I get it. It’s nice seeing you for a change, even if I’m technically not actually seeing you. I like hearing your voice.” You fiddle with your earphone wires.

“Yeah, I wish I could reach through the screen and just be there with you. I’ve really missed seeing you in person. Hearing your laugh, the way your nose crinkles, how warm your hugs always are,” Mark trails. You couldn’t help but smile at his words. You missed him more than you’d ever missed anyone. 

“Yeah, it sucks a lot. You know, at one point I started listening to those ASMR phone call things on youtube that your fans make of you. They’re actually quite well done,” You confess, opting to stare at your laptop keys instead of Mark.

“ASMR phone calls? I didn’t even know those existed,” he replied. He sounded more amused than weirded out. Mark was never judgemental, especially when it came to you. 

“Oh, well you do now I guess.” 

“I guess I need to record one of our phone calls so I have something to listen to as well,” Mark joked.

“I’ve sent you like 200 voice recordings in the past, though,” you laugh. Whenever something happened at school and you didn’t feel like typing, you would send Mark voice recordings of you detailing the events that had occurred. Mark always preferred those as he felt as though he were having a real-life conversation with you. 

“Oh yeah. I hadn’t even thought about that. I’ve just been suffering without your voice for no reason.” Mark pushed up his glasses. “Hey, is that the panda I got you?” He says as he leans further into his laptop camera to peek more into your bedroom. 

“Of course. I’ve kept it on my bed since you gave it to me. It still sort of smells like you,” You say as you get up from your chair and walk toward the panda.

“Probably because it was in my suitcase for like 2 months before I could give it to you,” Mark laughs. You give the panda a squeeze before walking back to your chair, placing the panda on your lap.

“I like it. It feels like you’re here even when you’re across the world,” You gaze at the panda once more. Noting how its right ear has started to flop down with time. 

“When do I get to see you?” Mark asks, adjusting the hood of his sweater.

“I’ve got three more weeks until the semester ends,” You say as you glance quickly at the calendar hung above your desk. 

“I’ve got three more weeks until the tour starts,” He sighs.

“So that gives us… 2 days?” You squint.

“2 days,” Mark confirmed.

“Is that enough time?” Your fingers start to tinker with the leg of the stuffed panda.

“If you’re willing to be a night owl, then it should be perfect,” He replied, running his hand through his dark hair. 

You and Mark hardly ever hung out during the day because of the risk of fans or sasaengs spotting you in public. So you’d usually hang out through the middle of the night, hanging out in parks, taking walks through your neighbourhood, or sneaking him into your house so you could watch movies together. It wasn’t ideal, but just being with him was enough. 

“I think it’ll work,” you smile. 

“Oh! Do you wanna hear something I’ve been working on?” Mark perks up, looking around his desk for a moment before locking eyes with something off-screen. 

“Of course.” You straighten your posture in your seat, anticipating whatever Mark has stored for you. Mark reaches over until his body is out of frame. He returns with his acoustic guitar in hand. 

“Okay, it’s a work in progress, and I don’t really have any lyrics for it, but I thought the melody was cool.” Mark begins strumming the guitar, closing his eyes as he allowed the melody to float from his fingers. 

It was beautiful. The melody was soft and sweet, a contrast to most of 127’s songs. He began humming along to the guitar, possibly singing what he imagined the lyrics should sound like. The song was pretty, even through the slightly muffled audio from your earphones. You leaned your head into your hands, watching him get lost in his music. It was amazing to watch him. You could only hope to find something that made you feel half as passionate as Mark was with music. His sleepless nights were worth everything in the world if it meant he got to create music. 

“How was that?” He asks, opening his eyes to gauge your reaction. 

“It was perfect, Mark.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at you. He was always so hypercritical of his own work. 

“Yeah, I really loved it.” you nod, “Do you know what you want the song to be about?” You continued. 

“Yeah. I think I want to make it a love song about a boy who meets a radiant girl that he can’t stop thinking about,” Mark looks at you expectantly, holding back his signature ping-pong giggle. 

“Would it be a stretch to assume that the song is about me?” you raise your eyebrows at him. 

“Not a stretch at all. The song is absolutely about you,” Mark’s smile seems to warm the atmosphere of your room. 

“So, would you release it with the group?” you glance at the mini NCT poster decorating your wall. 

“I think I would want it to be a solo song.” He tilts his head, quirking his eyebrows. 

“A solo?” your voice perks.

“Yeah, I mean if that ever happens again. I feel like it would be refreshing compared to the concept that I currently have going on.” Mark motions with his hands.

“I agree. The duality of man,” you joke. 

“And it’ll be like our secret special song or something. Only we would know that it’s about us,” He continues. 

“Well, us and the rest of your bandmates would know,” you say. 

“Right,” He smooths out the sleeve of his hoodie. 

“I really like watching you perform, Mark.” you lean closer to your camera, watching the way Mark becomes bashful under your gaze. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. His eyes remain locked on his keyboard as he scratched his forehead. He always got awkward when you complimented him. 

“I’m really proud of you, Mark. Even if the company takes you for granted, I see the effort you put into everything, and all I can say is that I think you’re phenomenal. You’re so talented, Mark. Everything that you do leaves me in awe,” You continue. 

Mark pauses for a moment, allowing your words to sink in, “I love you,” he replies. 

“I love you too, Mark.” You smile. 

“Do you wanna hear something else?” Mark asks, reaching for his guitar once again. You nod. You bring your knees to your chest, allowing your head to rest on them as you wait for him to start playing his next piece. You spent the next hour joking around, trying to come up with the most absurd lyrics as Mark strummed his guitar.

3:02 am

Your snores peppered Mark’s ears as he watched you through the computer screen. You’d fallen asleep accidentally about 30 minutes ago, but he didn’t have the heart to end the Facetime call because it meant he wouldn’t be able to see you again for a while. Mark placed his guitar on the floor before reaching for his phone. Your upper body was still in the frame as your head was leaning onto the desk. He could see the soft rise and fall of your shoulders through the pixelated screen. Mark always thought you were adorable when you slept. Your cheeks always puffed up and your mouth would twitch occasionally. Mark opened his camera app, laughing to himself as he zoomed in on your sleeping face. He snapped 3 photos before he started looking through them. Mark laughed again as he clicked on his favourite photo, making it your new contact photo. He sent the same photo as a text message to you, as a fun surprise for when you wake up. He closed his phone, opting to look at you once more. She looks peaceful, he thought to himself. The stress of school-work or exams didn’t matter to you when you were in slumber, and it made Mark’s heart swell. All he wanted was for you to be happy. Mark takes off his glasses, placing them down as he lays his head on his desk, mimicking your position.

“Good night,” he sighs, joining you in sleep.

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AN // this is only ot20 because i still know nothing about nct wish, and apologies if they're similar 20 is still a lot to write 😭

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ᡣ𐭩 moon taeil

i think taeil would have had a somewhat turbulent experience with school when he was younger

but honestly now that he was able to study what he wanted and sit with who he wanted it was different

like he’d really love school and the relative freedom he had now

it’s just a shame that school didn’t love him so much

he’s not a bad student by any means

he’d be really driven and would know when to put his head down and just try and get through all the practise problems he’d been given

but then he’d compare them to the mark scheme and realise that he had only gotten 2 out of the 20 he had spent the afternoon on

so he decided to get some help

and he goes to his trusty best friend (you) for a hand

unfortunately you’re in the same boat

and had been just about to pick up the phone and call him when you got his text

but it turns out that the 3 you got were different from the 2 he got right

so you start with that

him explaining his answers and you talking him through yours

and a few epiphanies start to come here and there

and in the end you’re leaving the library with a total of 7 correct answers between you and the promise of meeting back there tomorrow

determined to reach double digits at the very least

ᡣ𐭩 johnny suh

yknow those people who are just the best for stressful situations

yeah johnny is one of them

like he’s always super calm and level-headed whenever you’re going mad about deadlines and midterms and whatever other drama is happening on campus

but he never allows himself to make it seem like you’re overreacting

he makes it very clear that he is, in fact, underreacting

and then reminds you that you know what you’re doing and you’re def gonna ace whatever test you’ve got that day

offering to do whatever he can to ease your workload

from ordering you coffee to your apartment

to quizzing you on your content

to picking up your laundry from the cleaners because your todo list is a mile long

and even though he’s pretty popular and sociable in general

he’d always make the time to help you out if you needed it

despite the fact that his calming energy is in high demand during exam season

he can just fit everybody else around your schedule

cos you’re his no.1 priority <3

ᡣ𐭩 lee taeyong

taeyong is

without a doubt

the best seat mate you could ever ask for

and classmate in general

or just friend in general let’s be real

especially for classes you don’t like or ones where the teacher is really frustrating

like he would be getting up extra early to buy your coffee from the place you like on the other side of town just to bring it to you

and giving you updates on all his fish whenever the lecture got boring

and studying with you whenever and wherever

(plus letting you fall asleep on his shoulder when you eventually got on the bus back home)

and no matter how many times you asked him how you could repay him he would always just brush it off

saying that making you smile was enough to get him through the hours upon hours of required classes

but your friendship is pretty symbiotic

like you guys always split your topics so you can do practise essays and study guides individually and then share them

and you’re always the first pair to finish every single shared project because you just fit right into each other’s lives like clockwork

ᡣ𐭩 nakamoto yuta

he’d be so popular, everybody knows him

cos he’s just friendly and helpful and flirty with everybody

like you two would be walking down the corridor and he’d see one of your professors struggling to open the door to her office with all her files in hand

so he’d rush over, insisting on taking the files in and putting them down on her desk

and you could’ve sworn you saw him winking as he was telling her that there was no need to thank him 

it wasn’t like he was tryna chat her up though

he was just like that with everybody

but it meant a lot of people (your own age) had the fattest crushes on him

and it wasn’t like he was hiding from them either

you’d see him on the football pitches as you were walking to class each morning

always with a small crowd of adoring fans trying to hide that they were watching him warm up

even though they’d all start whispering any time he ran over to the path as he saw you passing

taking your hand to squeeze it as he wished you a good day

he never realised what he was doing though

or how many people were watching

he’d definitely enjoy it once you pointed it out to him though

starting to stroke your hair or kiss you on the cheek

not knowing whose reaction he savoured more

whether it was the gasps of the girls hiding their faces in their books 

or your scoffing and spluttering as he pulled you into another sweaty hug

ᡣ𐭩 qian kun

v intimidating at first

i mean he had such a studious aura and he seemed to smart and no-nonsense

so when your friend beckoned you over to sit next to her

in a seat that also happened to be right next to kun

you were very nervous that he’d secretly be getting really sick of your whispers

but you didn’t get so much as a side eye

in fact, when you were talking to your friend about whether she got the last point on the slide

he tapped you on the shoulder, apologising for intruding as he showed you his notes

and omg was it helpful knowing you could rely on him whenever

cos he was actually really nice and generous and had absolutely no problem with giving you and your friend a hand

so naturally you guys start sitting together more often

and then he starts spending evenings with you guys as well

which nobody has a problem with cos he’s a really good cook too ??

and it practically becomes ritual for everybody to gather in your tiny apartment on a friday for a huge debrief

and kun always sits down on your left

just like he was when you first met :)

ᡣ𐭩 kim doyoung

takes a while for you to get to know him cos he mainly hangs out with the same people

but then after a while a mutual friend mentions that doyoung is like really good at the class you’ve been bombing 

so you ask him to pass your number on and try to see if he’d be okay with helping you out

and then you meet up with him in a cafe one weekend and he’s like super nice? and funny??

and also really chill about helping you like doesn’t even ask for anything in return

but when you recommend you meet up in a cafe once a week which you’ll pay for he’s not gonna say no

the first time he does ask for the most expensive thing on the menu

which wasn’t even nice and you could see he was grimacing after every sip

so he abandons that joke immediately and just sticks with the simple stuff

meanwhile you’re grades are soaring

like never been this high in your life, what is this sorcery kinda thing

and then at the end of the semester you’re picking your next classes and you text him

and find out you won’t be doing any of the same ones?? :( 

but he tells you you should still text him anytime 

and he’d be happy to take you to a cafe one time when you can order the most extravagant thing they have to offer

ᡣ𐭩 ten lee

always passing notes

like just constantly writes little messages and distributes them to half the people in your class

cos he’s just naturally everybody’s best friend from day one somehow

but he always thinks he’s super smooth with it and the teachers have no idea

which they do but they let him off cos he gets the work done

what they don’t know is that it’s really you who’s getting the work done

and his only contribution is the early mornings when he arrives in the library to find you waiting at the table you always sit at

your notebook already open to the homework that he had a week to complete but still slipped his mind

and he puts his head down and expertly rewords all of your carefully thought out answers

you know you probably shouldn’t help him cheat but how can you say no to him

and he promises he’ll start working on the next assignment as soon as it’s given

ᡣ𐭩 jung jaehyun

okay so maybe you had been a little bit obsessed with jaehyun since your first class with him

cos he sat next to you and was all smiley and friendly from the get go

and you spent the entire lecture trying to think of something witty to say that would win him over 

and he’d go ‘hahaha y/n you’re the best we should get married’

or something like that at least

even though you hadn’t even told him your name yet

and you also couldn’t pluck up the courage to say anything before the lecture was over

and then next thing you knew he was getting up from his seat :”(

but then it came to your attention that he needed a biology tutor

which could’ve been more convenient since you barely knew anything about biology

but you were willing to put in the hours

cramming before you were supposed to be talking him through concepts

he didn’t seem entirely convinced by your credentials

but he did think it was cute of you

and he suggested that maybe the next time you meet up you do so over a coffee rather than over a diagram of a dead frog

ᡣ𐭩 dong sicheng

your biggest hype man for real

buys you cakes and presents whenever you do a test, no matter whether your results were good or bad

cos you got through it and that’s what matters

loves sitting next to you in class 

mostly so that he can give you a high five each time you make a contribution

and play pictionary with you when your lecture gets boring 

he’s good at pictionary though so it works

but then you have to both try to not get too excited when you get the answer because you don’t want to attract attention

he also takes your movie nights extremely seriously

if he turns up at your house on a friday night and you’ve still got your study stuff out

there’s genuinely quite a high risk that he’s gonna throw them in the trash

movie nights are a sacred time to relax and forget about your academic woes

even now that you’ve watched everything on netflix that’s even remotely good and your stuck on predictable thrillers and nauseating romcoms

they all seem alright when you have sicheng’s head resting on your shoulder anyway

ᡣ𐭩 kim jungwoo

not the most focused in class let’s say

don’t get me wrong he always understands everything and is completely up to date even with the optional readings and stuff that nobody else ever bothers with

but in class he just has better things to do

it’s probably something to do with the fact that the two of you live on opposite sides of the campus and don’t get to hang out that much

but from the second you walk in the lecture theatre jungwoo is dragging you to the back of the hall, gossip already tumbling from his lips

like he will not stop

you never figure out where he gets all his intel, or how he remembers the names of all the people who are involved in these stories

cos every time he tells you you always end up getting the sister of the girlfriend and the ex of the boyfriend’s best friend’s brother mixed up

but he patiently goes back to the beginning and establishes who will become central characters in these soap-style stories 

because he insists this is all absolutely need-to-know stuff

after a while you tell him that you’re gonna have to start studying together because how does he always get As while you’re scraping Cs because you can never pay attention in class

but those study sessions always just end up descending into incessant gossip too

but at least he can now explain it all to you when you’re not in class, so you finally get the chance to actually listen to your professors

ᡣ𐭩 mark lee

you never thought that sitting with mark would bother you

you guys had been friends since your first week

if anything it was more surprising that you had gone that long without having sat next to him before

and he was pretty much an ideal seatmate

except for his incessant habit of asking questions about every slide

whispering them all to you under his breath as if you have any idea why mint makes your mouth cold

or whether flies get annoyed by the sound of their own buzzing

occasionally he catches your teacher’s attention and she asks him to share what was so important with that class

which leads to him sheepishly announcing that he was just curious about whether pythagoras was married

which he obviously struggles to live down

especially after one of your classmates ((haechan)) suggested this curiosity was somehow related to his own unrequited love for a certain ancient greek mathematician

and even though you knew it was mean,, you sorta hoped the embarrassment would encourage him to keep his questions to himself

but apparently nothing could keep him from asking his burning question about whether bats have the capacity to love

ᡣ𐭩 xiaojun

xiaojun is the best for the classes you have together

but he’s honestly even better when you don’t have the same schedule

because it allows him to spend the hour running around campus putting together a nice lunch for you so you don’t forget to eat

you obviously try to do as much as you can for him as well

both because you want to make his college experience as easy as possible too

but also because you’re determined to never let him feel unappreciated

cos he always just goes so out of his way to keep you happy and stress-free 

(or as much as is within his power)

like he literally just exists a step ahead of you

he took a photo of your timetable the day you got it

so now he knows when you need to wake up each day 

and he calls you whenever it gets to 8:50 and you still haven’t texted him

which you never thank him for in the moment but you rly appreciate in the long run ofc

he also checks the exam schedules for both his classes and yours

which he doesn’t tell you about

and you only learn he had done it when you see him waiting outside the exam hall before one of your finals

even though it’s 9am

and it’s december

you can literally see his breath as he waves at you from the bench where he had been waiting for god knows how long

ᡣ𐭩 hendery

your friends all initially offered you their sympathy when your teacher told you to go and sit next to hendery

not because he was mean or had a bad reputation or anything

but he was quiet

like doesn’t say a word in lessons, even when you’re told to discuss concepts

and you were grateful for their consideration

because even in that one hour long lesson you had felt the silence thick between you

it didn’t take you too long to get used to it, and you felt yourself adapting to a more solitary learning style, which was no bad thing

but then one day, you’re just sitting trying not to zone out as you get talked through the same exact topic you’ve all understood for weeks

and you hear shuffling beside you as hendery leans over, before quietly saying ‘someone call the explanation police, this guy’s a shoo-in for their new recruit’

safe to say you’re pretty shocked

unsure whether you should lead with your shock at his finally speaking to you after weeks of silence

or with a critique of that awful ‘joke’

so you just stare at him silently, watching as he starts trying to suppress a chuckle 

‘okay maybe that wasn’t the best way to break the ice, but y’know, always good to set the bar low’

you didn’t mean to embarrass him, and as he started turning away to look back at his notes, you decided to show a little solidarity

‘someone call the joke police, cos you are one’

he stopped awkwardly avoiding your gaze then, but the second your eyes met you both had to look away to stop yourselves from laughing out loud

ᡣ𐭩 huang renjun 

it was always impossible to miss renjun coming into the room

because it always disrupted your classes

your professor would have just gotten started with the lecture 

and then the door would burst open unceremoniously 

with renjun standing panting behind it

everybody knew he wasn’t doing it to cause trouble

and the closer you guys got the more surprised you were by his lack of punctuality

because he was always so on it with everything else

he was basically always the first in your class to submit assignments

and everything from the way he folded his clothes to his love of minimalist architecture gave the impression that he was distinctly on his shit

but for whatever reason he was just allergic to getting to class on time

to be honest though,, 

you wouldn’t be mad at your teachers if they had been hoping he wouldn’t show up

cos it would’ve made their jobs a lot easier

renjun was not the type to allow any new ideas to enter his brain unquestioned

and he’d be sat next to you

quietly tutting and shaking his head as he took notes

forcing you to hold in your laughter as he murmured to himself

‘i just don’t know if i buy it’

ᡣ𐭩 lee jeno

you first sat down next to jeno on your first day cos he looked kinda smart

i mean he was wearing glasses and everybody knows glasses = smart no ??

so you assumed you could maybe get off a little easy with how much you had to do

but that plan failed

miserably

first of all,, it seems that glasses do not give you any real upper hand in terms of smarts

and you and jeno were basically flying blind together throughout all your lectures

also, speaking of blind

jeno also had the amazing ability of forgetting his glasses almost every. single. day.

so not only did you not understand anything

you had to spend all your time leant over towards him, reading out everything written on each slide

everything your lecturers wrote up onto the blackboard

he always felt pretty guilty about it

but apparently never enough to put in the extra effort to actually remember to bring his glasses to class

ᡣ𐭩 lee donghyuck

textbook class clown (!!)

like this man is always looking for a punchline 

and he wants everyone to know he’s told a joke whenever he does

so he’s like looking around the room trying to see if anyone heard and is laughing

but then he assumes it was too quiet cos everyone’s just focused on the class?

so he keeps delivering oneliners that make less and less sense and are just getting louder

because isn’t it so crazy that nobody can hear him??

and the people in the seats around him are all just trying to hold their laughter because this is like a performance at this point

and of course you’re the first one to crack

but you think you should’ve allowed yourself to laugh sooner because he looks so happy when you finally do

and he decides then and there that you guys are gonna be besties now

which you didn’t realise was the deal but no complaints

ᡣ𐭩 na jaemin

you were pleased when jaemin came and sat down next to you in your first lecture of the new school year

you had had a few classes with him before and he always kept things interesting

making jokes and asking deliberately obscure questions in an attempt to drain lesson time on things that everybody knew wouldn’t be coming up on your finals

you hadn’t realised that his easy-going attitude was so incompatible with complicated classes though

as soon as the content started getting trickier jaemin’s continuous stream of jokes began to become a less than welcome distraction

you felt bad about telling him to be quiet

because you did really appreciate his effort to make the classes more engaging for both of you

but you eventually needed to focus so much that you had to get him to stop

and while he mock-sulked for the rest of that lecture

the arm that he swung over your shoulder as you left and went to get lunch assured you that there were absolutely no hard feelings

but his jokeless silence in lessons lasted a lot longer than you had anticipated

it was only when your teacher was talking you through how different minerals could be used as fertiliser that he cracked

‘fertiliser...? i hardly know her’

ᡣ𐭩 yangyang

yangyang is definitely,,, 

hard to miss

whether it’s the whispered conversations that always seem to carry from whichever corner of the lecture theatre he’s sitting in

or the raucous laughter that bursts through the silence of your cohort at random intervals

he never allows his presence to remain unknown for longer than a day after the semester begins

all that being said, you had never actually met the man

until the fateful day when you woke up late and had to find a seat near the back 

which you didn’t mind too much, and naturally just proceeded to make your notes as you always did

and you were just skimming the notes you had made while doing the readings to consolidate a concept 

when a precisely made paper aeroplane sailed through the air and crashed right into the nape of your neck

the immediate gasp from behind you was easy to recognise given your experience of yangyang’s voice interrupting your lessons

but honestly,,, you hadn’t expected him to be so apologetic

like full on getting out of his seat and going to the end of the row just to shuffle past all the people sitting alongside you

until he eventually reached the seat next to yours where he spent the remaining 20 minutes of the lecture telling you he felt rly bad and he hadn’t expected it to actually hit somebody

and he was being so kind that you didn’t have the heart to tell him that his repeated apologies were far more distracting than the plane itself had been

but you still allowed him to buy you a coffee once the lecture was over

just because you knew he felt bad though,, definitely no other reason 👀

ᡣ𐭩 zhong chenle

already besties fr

like y’all pick the classes that work for the both of you cos it’s always more engaging with the other around

and you can split your workload + be together for projects + all that good stuff

but mayhaps you were a wee bit too loud the last time you had professor yoo

cos the second you get into her class for the new semester she’s politely suggesting that you might prefer to sit with new people this time around

and aside from muttering about her under his breath chenle is pretty compliant

so you guys sit on opposite sides of the class

him slumping into one of the back seats by the window

so he can wistfully stare into the courtyard and think about all the hilarious jokes he’d be telling you if your professor wasn’t so boring smh

but after a week and too many coffee shop rants for you to remember he finally figures out what to do

and the next time you’re in that class

actually getting work done for once but chenle doesn’t need to know that

you keep getting that one notification sound that is only for airdrops

so you check your phone and lo and behold,, it’s a screenshot of a note chenle has clearly just written

which you barely even have the chance to read before a new one pings onto your phone

and before you know it you’re getting a running commentary sent to you

which he admittedly could’ve done way more subtly 

considering he’s so pleased with half of his jokes he starts laughing before he’s even sent them

and it’s not like there’s any mistaking which corner of the room the laughter is coming from

ᡣ𐭩 park jisung

okay no bc he’s so sweet

like he’d be the best classmate

always follows your lead in lessons and stuff

like lets you put your head down and work when you’re trying to focus

but also makes you laugh and will lean over to explain stuff if you’re not getting it straight away

not that he finds the classes the easiest himself

but he just wants to make school the littlest bit less painful for you if he can :”)

i feel like his handwriting is rly messy most of the time?

but if you look through his notes you can see which days you were sick and had to miss class

because suddenly his handwriting is perfect and all the information is arranged really neatly and coherently

because he doesn’t want you to stress out about missing content so he always makes his notes super easy to understand so you can go through them and get yourself up to date as soon as you’re feeling better

[mochamamii]

yandere!nct: you have children.

▹ a/n: hello loves, I got a request to write the yanderes as fathers a loooong time ago loll lmk what you think!

▹ triggers: yandere!au, toxic relationships, controlling partner, abduction

▹ pairing: yandere!nct 127 x fem!reader

Taeil definitely wants kids. He's more the traditional type so he'd like for you two to be married first. But no matter when in your relationship children come he will be ecstatic nonetheless. Taeil's obsession with you will only intensify once children are involved. He will love your children just as much as he loves you and is willing to kill deal with anyone who threatens his family.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do to keep you and our children safe. I promise."

Johnny would welcome the idea of children. Johnny doesn't do anything without intention, and whilst he'd be able to love his children like a regular father, he'd probably see them as another means of keeping you under his thumb. He'd hope having a baby might detour you from wanting to run away. He's definitely the type to weaponize your access to the children, punishing you by keeping them away from you until you behave.

"You're mistaken if you think there's anything I wouldn't do to keep you right here where you belong. Our children are no exception."

Taeyong is more partial to the idea of having children. If it happens great, if not he won't feel like he missed out on something. Taeyong would see children as more of a liability than anything else. More opportunity for people to pry into your lives. Naturally, Taeyong is just as protective of his kids as he with you. He cares for them and wants them to be happy but isn't all that attached to them like a normal parent might. However, he sees them as an extension of you and loves them for that alone.

"There's no one I'd rather have be the mother of my child than you, there's not a single doubt in my mind about that."

Yuta wants kids for sure, and a lot of them. He's not concerned about whether you want kids yourself or not. Once he's made his mind up about something that's the end of it. He'd want kids sooner rather than later but is at least willing to give you a little time to change your mind. Once the first kid is born this man isn't wasting any time and is ready to make the next one. Lowkey has a pregnancy kink. As a father, Yuta is the unconventional wacky parent. Rejects gender roles for his kids and wouldn't want them going to a traditional school.

"What's one more kid? You look so cute with a swollen belly..."

Doyoung wants children but only when he feels you're both ready. From the moment Doyoung laid eyes on you he's imagined the day the two of you welcome a child into the world together, but he's not the type to impregnate you recklessly. To Doyoung, it's important that you want this just as much as he does, a happy mommy means a happy baby. As a father Doyoung is on the strict side. He's big on good manners and high marks. Doyoung appreciates order and detests disfunction so he might struggle in the early years whilst your child is still young.

"Sometimes you act just like your mother. You should know by now little one that attitude gets you nowhere with me."

Jungwoo wants as many kids as you will give him. Before meeting you kids were never really on his radar. Whether you want kids or not is not that important to him, he will be sad if you don't want them like he does, but after all Jungwoo is the one who's always known what's best for you, right? Jungwoo is definitely the type to trap his significant other. Any birth control you have is either getting thrown out or replaced with something else behind your back. As a father Jungwoo is super involved. He wants to be involved in all your child's milestones, big or small.

"I didn't think it was possible to love you any more than I already did but now that you've given me a child, how could I possibly ever let you go now?"

Mark is indifferent to the idea of having children. He wouldn't mind them but ultimately he would see them as more of a distraction for the two of you. He'd only want kids if they were something you really wanted. Lowkey is scared his children will take after him more than you. As a father I think that Mark would be caring but distant. It's difficult for him to care for anyone else even half as much as he cares for you.

"You know anything you want I'll give you, I'm not opposed to tiny versions of us running around."

Haechan wants kids someday for sure. How many you two have is less important to Haechan, I see him being satisfied with even just one child. As a father Haechan is the laid-back and relaxed parent. Whether the child is a boy or girl he will want them to be his little miniature twin. He will love his children but isn't above using them as pawns to control you with. You want to leave one day? Sure, go ahead, but the kids stay.

"Don't act like you're trapped babe. The door is right there, waiting for you to use it anytime you want. But don't think I won't chase you to the ends of the earth if you ever even think about taking my kid from me..."

[yutasbimil]

Intimidating

jaemin x fem!reader x mark | nct dream ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, minor plot, threesome mfm, trio dynamic, friends, crack, established relationship, tickling, kissing, kinky, hair pulling, teasing, dom-sub dynamic, fingering, dumbification, oral sex, blowjob, deep throat, mouthfuck, spitroasting, double penetration, buttplug, lingerie, anal sex, condoms, overstimulation, nipple play, unprotected sex, praise kink, filmed, pet names, FLUFF!!! D; ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 7.5k

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The idea of them three, skin-to-skin, in the midst of doing it, bare bodies near each other… all of it seems intimidating.

The thought momentarily brushed Y/n’s mind, and it quickly produced cold sweats from her temples down to her feet. And all that’s left is clammy hands for her.

She didn't expect Jaemin to be serious in even entertaining the thought. Or has the slightest thought been given on this matter even?

Y/n could only sigh at her tense state.

Jaemin even said that the morning prior to today he actually already talked with Mark about the threesome set-up.

And he agreed.

Y/n doesn't want to admit that's all that consumed her head throughout the ride on the way to the airport. 

She's skittish as fuck about this.

Like who wouldn't?!

Yes, it was her idea in the first place. Most of the time she blames her curiosity, and this would certainly kill the cat.

The clenching of her pussy– cat certainly troubles Y/n in putting herself in these types of situations. FYI, she didn't really have anyone in mind to do this with, most importantly, not a close friend— as she can't even begin to put two-and-two together to think of sexual things towards a friend.

At most, here and behold Na Jaemin though as he is with one of his unpredictability streaming within his veins. 

Keep your head out of the gutter, Y/n. She tells herself off. It’s not a good impression to make of a friend. Let alone it being the first time meeting their friend.

What will he make out of me after this?

She can’t help but feel the intensity in her system the more the moment comes closer.

It’s not long until Jaemin and Y/n arrive at the airport to come and pick up Mark.

-

“It’s only until I move back to the dorms with Haechan,” Mark says, getting more napkins to wipe some droplets off himself. It came from his cold drink. They settled to fill themselves at a fast food place.

“You’re sharing the place with others too?” Jaemin asked, and the other guy nodded as they continued eating off their plate. Jaemin volunteered that Mark could go on and stay at his place until further notice.

“Once classes start, yeah, I’ll be moving in a week or two before or so,” Mark says, sipping his drink.

Y/n is just tuning in, she swallowed up bits of the iced coffee, feeling cold feet across the guy she mostly only interacted with through the internet. The closest they had been interacting was through group call sessions, so it was still dissociating to hear Mark’s voice beyond the robotic filter.

Although they had been friends before meeting… It can be said the same as how they're staring meekly at each other over fast food as they’re eating. Earlier there had been a nice meeting between them, even sharing an embrace and getting a hold of each other’s vibe on the bus ride.

“How long have you been staying in Jaemin’s place, Y/n?” Mark’s question shot Y/n back to the conversation, adding to her boyfriend’s hand on her lap as he taps to check in on her. 

He smiles at Y/n softly before gesturing her towards Mark, who’s waiting for her to catch on the convo.

“Not too long, I’m only staying ‘cause I need help wrapping up some stuff for my thesis.” Y/n states, her shoulders getting less tense as she continues talking. “And it’s nearer my campus where Jaem’s residing.”

It’s not long until they’re back at their pace, finishing their food before catching up on life updates.

-

Jaemin would most likely give in to her request, so she should’ve seen this coming.

Certainly, we’re talking about Na Jaemin here…

She didn't know they’d do it too soon.

“N-not immediately, pabo!” she almost shrieked out of surprise, keeping her head low along her voice as Y/n smacked Jaemin by the shoulder. 

He had to laugh at her coy behavior. Her boyfriend pats her on the shoulder to at least lessen her agitation.

Y/n could only grab hold of the pitcher of water, pouring herself a glass and then chugging it.

Y/n is doing any means to postpone it, but mostly behind or interpreted as a mask of consideration for their friend. He’s got jet lag from the flight after all. She voiced out her reasons, a stutter slipping off her senses. “Let him rest…”

But it's intentional.

Jaemin likes teasing her, the blush on her face adds to his amusement, he grins. “Not immediately, no rush of course.”

She can't say the same for the ‘amusement’ Jaemin is showing, if it can even be called that. Y/n wants to drown out her thoughts but alas, she put it onto herself hmmm?

All because he discovered her porn stash in her secret folder. She wants to pull hairs off her body, it’s funny how her boyfriend is open and understanding. Y/n wants to throw herself on how he’s keeping his utmost attention to her even with all that embarrassment.

Y/n was even sure she was being repetitive and pouring assurance multiple times with her statement: “Even if I die I'm okay with it just being a fantasy, okay?”

It can stay as is, a fantasy.

Turns out it’s not fully okay after that hug and talk with Jaemin, in parallel to him that he had been bothered for days end. His response borderline melts her out of embarrassment and just pure wanting to bury his whole entire being in her arms.

“But I feel bad and I want to make you happy…”

“You already make me happy enough, my love, and I've explained before it's more on the stimulation all over… on why the idea intrigues me. Nothing about you or our sex life dissatisfies me, hmmm? Your dick enough makes me weak, Jaems.”

Fuck, she needed to resort to such nasty wordings huh? But it holds sheer truth in her.

“But I feel bad if I won't be able to do something that would make you happy.” He firms his ground on this sentiment. 

If anything, Na Jaemin can be insistent as fuck.

She’s not fully against the idea, as much as Y/n stands with her main statement, the opposition is more driven by fear.

Y/n knew most of these types of situations ending in shitty ways. She doesn't even want to ruin their friendship or even the means of their ego or self-esteem.

Y/n tries to further elaborate on her point and preferences. “Okay, so let me put it this way, what if I am not okay with two girls then you?”

“But that's different,” Jaemin says. “I'm fine with it.”

Not me having to emphasize– she had to take a deep breath. “But babe, again, I am more worried about the aftermath, in terms of self-esteem and comparison. Our relationship after, along with the other party...” She had to pause, feeling heaviness on the agitation of how this would turn out, she pressed. “It's all too risky.”

But with this, it managed to end well.

-

It’s just a convenient coincidence that Mark happens to be staying with them and he is a trusted individual to start experimenting on this matter.

They make use of this opportunity as Mark also happens to want to experience this type of thrill. A win-win situation, right?

The couple did notice how evasive Mark is with them though, and it’s getting silly. Their game of tag of dragging him on the bed and then him moving back to the floor with his gadgets at hand. They find his timidness amusing.

However, it’s more about respecting their space. At most, he’s just chill.

She’s mostly used to the two being close, especially from what she heard when they were dormmates a few semesters ago. 

Even the teasing and making her “jealous” how they’re the two who showered together back then, and how Mark is the first who slept beside Jaemin before her. Even their “babe” nickname agenda for each other would make her ears ring. Although most of it is just for laughs.

Mark seems to be on the edge as he signals for Jaemin, too immersed in their game.

“Ya, YA! They’re attacking our side!”

“Aish, I’m in the middle of something, I’ll catch up–”

“JAEMIN!!! HELP!” Mark shrieks, almost nudging Jaemin to the edge of the bed, the other just clicks his tongue, eyes furrowed.

It’s endearing seeing the two comfy in bed, with Mark on Jaemin’s lap while they’re playing their mobile game.

Y/n decided to join in beside them, her presence seemed unwavering for the two guys’ attention who just had their focus in their phones.

Though she felt Jaemin’s hand on her head before heading back to their game. He moves Y/n near Mark, to at least make them comfortable near each other.

To add more to being comfortable with each other’s presence, Y/n and Mark are now able to not flinch at being skin to skin, with Mark laidback on Y/n’s shoulder as they went on to watch TikTok videos on their phones.

A lightbulb popped up on Jaemin’s head.

As if Y/n wants revenge as she’s mostly used to this, she expects this from Jaemin’s usual antics. She joins in, locking Mark in her arms as Jaemin starts poking him by his side. “Y-YA! Ayo! Hold up—”

It full-on erupted as a tickle fight, the couple unified against Mark as he squirmed in Y/n’s locked arms around him. “Y’all crazy, stop!”

They're more on dragging Mark and him shrieking like a high school girl on how he’s panicking, holding for his dear life on the sheets. “Na Jaemin!”

In between huffs are laughs and giggles from the three, mostly Mark grabbing hold of the two, trying any means to stop them.

After a few minutes, the trio is catching their breath, Jaemin lets out a playful laugh looking at Mark. “That’s more like it.” 

Mark raised a brow at him, grinning as he had just recovered from excessive laughing. “What?”

“Are you nervous around us?” He points out how Mark is just casually by Y/n’s side, evidently looking more at ease. Jaemin confronts him, he’s noticed him rigid since earlier.

Y/n just realized how Mark’s face is near, she swallows nervously.

“Well, to be frank, yeah, especially we talked about it,” he admits, glancing at Y/n then back to him, further confirming they’re on the same page. “The three of us… you know.” He evades his glances but the couple got it.

“Okay, let’s lessen that.” 

Jaemin is quick to think and do some action.

As if another sync happened between the couple, Y/n just moves by Jaemin’s instruction. The two corners Mark and him refusing their clutches, more as he's shy and hesitant because, of course, she’s Jaemin’s girlfriend.

The thought makes him panic as undoubtedly… it’s his bro’s GF!

Turning the tables, Y/n is now the one being pressed down the bed. Though she submitted as she consents and wants to just lay down with all of this.

They ended up settling in bed anyhow, just a hug-pile in Jaemin’s bed.

Y/n’s head was atop Jaemin’s lap while Mark had his head on Y/n’s belly. Jaemin playing with Mark’s hair, and him giving Jaemin a side eye back like WTF? 

He likes it though. 

Y/n just finds this amusing how they’re like a cat and dog at times.

Jaemin had a thought to make Mark warm up further, cornered him in other words.

The look of panic on Mark’s face flushed all over when Jaemin grabbed his arm as he guided his hand near Y/n’s stomach. It spikes immeasurably as it lands on her chest.

“Come on!” Jaemin insists, Mark heaves in a panicked huff. He shuts his eyes, not even noticing how he had held his breath at the sensation of newfound softness. 

Y/n can feel the nervousness in Mark's shaky hands, so he tries to do it gradually. Jaemin is guiding Mark’s hand on her breast further, keeping gentle touches along with looks of permission.

Y/n just swallows, she shyly nods as Jaemin follows along, obviously more comfortable fondling her breast.

Jaemin is now lifting her bra up, her boobs now exposed. The hit of cold air and hot breath in contrast to the two made her shiver.

Y/n shrieks at their cold touches, making Mark look at her wide-eyed as Jaemin puts his hand back. Y/n lets out a yelp the moment Mark touches her other bare breast. 

He hesitates as Jaemin insists on keeping his hand in place.

“I-I told you, I, she doesn’t want to–”

“No, no… it’s fine, it’s just a bit weird that it’s not Jaemin’s hand…” Y/n is quick to respond, trying to open her eyes again, peeking in between her hands, covering her flushed face. This is to get familiarized with a face other than her boyfriend touching her intimately.

She lets out a faint breath, squirming as Jaemin starts playing with her nipple. Mark mildly reads onto it, merely moving his hand.

“So you’re fine with this? With me?” Mark assured her once again. His line of vision also comes across Jaemin who’s just gently smiling back at him.

Y/n nods, now the one voluntarily guiding his hand on her chest more, navigating it to her now erect nipples. “You guys do anything you want.”

She heaves in a sigh as they gladly do so.

“Told ya.” Jaemin points out, caressing her face before looking back at Mark. “And of course she’s shy, she’s the one who put herself into this.”

“Jae, stop teasing, it’s already embarrassing enough that I agreed.” Y/n covers her face with both her hands again, but Jaemin stops her, disapproving and signaling his girlfriend to keep her eyes on them.

She can’t help but pool more in her panties as Jaemin restricts both her hands atop her head. With such impure thoughts, she burns up, aroused at being pinned down like this. “Now Mark thinks I'm a pervert!”

Mark laughs, smirking. “So you're saying I'm also a pervert since I agreed to this?”

“Touché… ahh.” 

The playful banter is cut short as Mark leans close to her chest, lightly brushing his lips on the bare skin near her sensitive knobs. It's warm…

Another set of lips crashed into her, Jaemin is now kissing her, sealing her moans of pleasure shut momentarily. It’s making her hover in the middle of reverie and being grounded.

His hands moved downwards. Jaemin’s rogue touches along with Mark’s lips caressing on her body hits her like a combo, weakening her in indulgence. 

Her boyfriend looks at her intently, as if reminding her to keep conscious. 

“Eyes on us only, princess,” Jaemin adds, raising her head with his finger to keep her eyes on them, his finger grazing over her chin. 

She gaped at how breathless his deep stare was on her.

Look, isn’t this what you wanted?

Y/n breathes in, changing to a heave of sigh in satisfaction, moaning as Jaemin shifts. It served as answers in accord with their touches on her.

Mark meekly looks at her, following along with Jaemin as he gestures to Mark to start licking her nipples, already erect from the cold and excitement. As much as she hates to admit it, it’s arousing to have two people focusing their bold attention to pleasure you.

The passionate strokes of her boyfriend fill her with so much anticipation. On the other hand, she can feel Mark’s timidness through his leisure touches.

Right off the bat, she noticed the difference between the soft and strong start of the two men. 

“Please, ah, oh no… hmmm… more.” She pulls onto Mark’s hair, still controlled as she tries not to hurt his scalp.

Feeling the hot breath of the two guys near her bare skin, Y/n can’t help but writhe in place. More on how she’s turning more and more disoriented in their touch. 

“Jaem… Mark— fuck. You’re doing so good, holy, h-how…” 

The labored breathing out of Mark, compared to his soft, little licks later on spreading out his tongue wide, it’s sensational. It’s slow and respite, sucking gently by the side of her chest then moving to pulling her nipples.

She tries to keep herself lucid.

“Ah… oh, my love.” Y/n hissed at Jaemin’s touch as he reached down below. She whimpers more on how he became more torrid with his fingers, brushing the surface of her panties, now sticky and embarrassingly drenched in her fluids. 

Jaemin is already settled in, strong and firm with the movements of his tongue and mouth from guzzling the side of her breast and then back to her erect nipples. He’s even squeezing in her breasts while moving it to his tongue to lick all over.

“Ah, ouch… oh, yes.” Her expressions shift swiftly at every quick pace of Jaemin's actions. He bites onto her nipple, the stinging sensation makes Y/n hiss but eventually, it feels good as he kisses it, sucking it again till it feels right.

The switching to pulling and biting feels heavenly.

“Give Mark a look as well, baby, not only me.” Jaemin reminds, she quickly listens, observing their friend with lulled eyes.

The way their fingers sink into the soft skin of her boobs is breathtaking, it’s turning her further into mush the way Jaemin is breathing in her scent. 

“Good girl.” Jaemin kisses the gap of her breasts, it makes her squeal when Mark goes in to pull her other nipple.

Y/n is squirming in place, almost melting to the feeling of the production of her juices flowing more elevated than usual. The pleasure and simultaneous stimulation is gradually overflowing her senses.

She cannot even catch on with her ragged breathing.

Jaemin released her nipple with a pop. “You like this?”

“Is this fine?” Mark also checks into her.

Y/n nods twice, switching from glancing at her boyfriend and her friend, to getting too lost in her blurry, hazy vision.

Looking at Mark, he’s getting more comfortable in placing his free hand to occupy the side of her boob. “Ahh… like that.”

She maintains eye contact with Mark as he pokes his thinned tongue onto the side of her nipples. He’s now mixing in techniques that she cannot fully comprehend his every move.

Y/n makes her hands useful by grabbing and brushing their hair aside, Jaemin frequently observes her as she’s getting more lost in too much pleasure. He even did her more by flicking her nipples whilst licking around it. 

“Uh, oooh… yes, that’s fu-shit, go-ood.” Y/n lets out a sigh, raising her head in delight. 

Y/n pulls Mark’s hair a bit harder, stroking him by the hair down his neck now gently, as he concurrently matches Jaemin’s touch. It seems to be to Mark’s liking as he feels well taken care of.

“So wet already, baby.” Jaemin bellows, he takes the initiative to guide Mark’s other hand to touch Y/n’s pussy. 

“Ah- no… uh,” she gasps, as if denying the obvious. She flinches at the sensation though quickly easing to assure the two that she consents and wants to proceed.

It fills her more with excitement, what more for the actual act when they're this good for the opening act.

She bites her lower lip in satisfaction, seeping in their heed.

The mixture of new sensations swallowed Y/n senseless. To Mark’s sucking and licking of her breasts to her neck, along with his hands and Jaemin’s fingers playing with her clit and walls. It drives her to the edge. If this is bliss, she’s surely already in it for the ride.

After the last pump, a moist and dripping finger of Jaemin out of her wet core, and the last suck of her supple skin from Mark, Jaemin glances at the two of them with a satisfied smile. 

“Hope that at least familiarized you both with each other, hmmm?”

Lost for words as she’s drained to the drop, Y/n wordlessly wraps them both in her arms. And in that position, with Jaemin and Mark close to her chest, they drifted off to sleep.

A day has passed, and they’ve rested and cleaned up already. The trio went out to just hangout in the mall and got a meal after. 

Now they headed to the arcade to wind down a bit.

Y/n suddenly feels a bit heavy down the head and neck though. And as if it’s hazy in her vision, or is Mark a bit more giggly than usual?

She shoots him a glare then back at Jaemin, her boyfriend seems laidback and just playing though. 

This just started when we took a picture a few moments ago. She just hums, maybe it’s just in her mind. 

She then followed Jaemin and played with him.

Y/n just took no mind off it for the rest of their time in the arcade, which was her mistake.

They’re about to leave the mall, going up the stairs, Jaemin grabs Y/n’s hand as they walk together, with Mark following behind them.

“You guys sure you don’t need anything else?” she asks, looking around the stores to make sure. Y/n reaches for the nape of her neck mindlessly. It added a line to her forehead when she felt something soft from her hoodie. Huh?

Feeling her neck, Y/n now grabs onto whatever was put in her hoodie. She hears a laugh at her side.

“What the fuck, Mark? I thought you swallowed your burger whole in one second!”

“What?” Jaemin shoots the two a glance, eyebrow raised at his girlfriend holding up a wrapped, untouched burger, clearly looking pissed.

“I put the burger in her hoodie.” Mark holds on to a laugh, stifling but quickly bursting as Jaemin breaks into a laugh as well. 

“The fuck?” Jaemin swears then gives a high-five to Mark as if it’s the most funniest thing he'd done.

“I swear you two—!” she rolls her eyes at them. No wonder things had been odd since earlier.

Man, she can’t believe these are the same two people she dealt with in bed last night. 

Y/n just laughed along at this point, no wonder these two are close. Both are weird af.

-

“This is just one time,” reminded Jaemin, and he’s just going through the limits and agreement again, pushing down his fingers one by one to make a point. “No penetration in the vagina. Consent at all times. No kissing.”

“Of course, babe,” Y/n says, hugging Jaemin by the arm. They're both lying in bed.

“We’re cool with that… but… is this your plan all along?” Mark asks, seeing Y/n already down on her knees with Jaemin grabbing hold of her on both shoulders.

“For today, yeah.”

Mark remained silent, just leaning by the bed frame.

“Why? Are you tired?” Y/n asks. They just went to the mall after all. Mark shakes his head. “Nah, just asking… you're really cool with me here?”

Jaemin nods. “Yeah, if we weren’t, we should’ve just left you in the mall really.”

“Makes sense.”

Jaemin sits down, guiding Y/n’s head to his already bulging tent in his pants.

Releasing his erection, it sways, Y/n grabs hold of it casually. Her nervousness is now mostly gone even with the presence of the other guy in the room. 

Y/n just focuses her gaze on Jaemin.

“You can join us later if you want— urgh…” Jaemin groans as Y/n wraps her mouth around him, stroking Y/n endearingly by her head. “Or just do your thing there and watch.” 

He gestures, suggesting Mark to jack himself off while watching.

Taking note of this, Y/n goes on and twists her hand while bobbing her head to make Jaemin noisier than usual. 

“Uhhh… Y/n.” Jaemin bites his lips, and Y/n takes a brief glance at Mark, seeing his Adam’s apple bop a bit as he’s fixated on them. She smirks, further taking in Jaemin deeper in her mouth.

She at least wants to give him a show.

Whilst giving her boyfriend a blowjob, they can see Mark’s hesitation in touching himself. His flinching, shaky hand, and intent gaze at them says something else.

Noticing this, Jaemin pulls Mark closer, guiding Y/n’s hand to Mark’s erection, making the other shiver at her touch, prominently still shy.

Y/n raised her brow at his, muffling a bit with her mouth full.

“Don’t tell me you’re still shy around me after that burger-hoodie fiasco?!”

Mark just guffawed at this point. That is too funny for him, huh?

Y/n pulls him back in, trying to return the mood in the room as she reaches for Mark’s neck.

“What do you want to do?”

At the question, as if a bead of sweat appeared by his temple. The bop of his Adam's apple answered for his anticipation as well. “Anything you're down for really, it's already a good time letting me into your fun.”

Mark looks at Y/n and then back at Jaemin. Now, the two are looking at Y/n, her already occupied with her mouth in her boyfriend’s dick.

She just looks at her boyfriend as if getting permission for the next step. Jaemin already had something in mind to give her the pleasure she deserves before she could even ask.

Jaemin helps by taking off her shirt. And at the wiggle of her butt, Mark is shocked at the sight of the buttplug as Jaemin sets her thong aside. It crossed his mind, now burning red and embarrassed as they’ve been together the whole day, she’s got all that hiding underneath?

Jaemin teases Mark, caressing his reddened ear. He knows the sight of his hot girlfriend had his friend flustered.

“I told her to get ready in case things are going down soon.”

Mark just nods, blushing pink in cheeks to ears.

Jaemin goes to remove her lingerie, even teasing to move around the buttplug a bit, making her yelp. She quickly crosses her legs to hide, but Jaemin restrains her.

 “Nope, no can do, jagiya. Show us everything, c’mere.” Jaemin chuckles, spreading her legs with a grin. He goes in and kisses the side of her inner legs. 

“Stop being a tease, Jaem.” She looks away blushing even as Jaemin gestures to position herself to be on all fours.

She starts facing him to hug Jaemin first then continuing to blow him.

Her bum sticks out and the buttplug is shining as if to allure Mark. Diving in, Mark adjusts her near him. 

“F-fuck, oh.” Y/n sighs. With a lick, Y/n almost buckles at the feeling of his tongue.

Mark eats her out while she’s sucking Jaemin’s dick, as if looking like a pleasure train.

“Ah, ahh… hmmm.” She tries her best to speak up but is restrained by the dick in her mouth. But holy fuck. The sensation and rhythm are already different in how Jaemin is handling her, literally with the hand as he's playing her pussy.

The shape of Mark’s fingers is different, the twists and combinations he’s choosing are unpredictable. From the pacing to the licking, the way he's pulsating his digits in and out of her is making Y/n weak to the knees.

It is getting more difficult to multitask on her end. It's gradually getting harder to simply focus on pleasuring Jaemin as she’s moaning too much. Add to her squirming at what Mark is doing as he eats her out while inserting his fingers. Even twisting it as he sucks her—

“Fuck, you're so hot, love. You're doing… ha… so good.” Jaemin grabs hold of her head, guiding her to thrusting his dick in her beautiful mouth. Mouthfucking her into reverie.

Her moans are vibrating around Jaemin’s throbbing dick, she can further feel the growing hotness at the back of her throat.

“Jaemin… my, oh yes, love.” Y/n whimpers, shaking her head. She's trying to get hold of what's going on behind her, but her legs are turning weaker. She grabs on the sheets, onto anything— writhing. Y/n gasps for air, sipping onto loose saliva failing her.

“You’re doing great, Mark, oh fuck, what are you doing?”

This is far different from Jaemin’s tenacious licks. She shuts her eyes tight to at least envision what the heck he may be doing, but her mind's too clouded.

She had to resort to asking directly. “You sure that’s the first time you’ve eaten pussy?” Y/n lets out a chuckle, wiping her sweat as she manages to break into some. “Wo… woah. Hun, even your fingering is good, holy fuck.”

“I'll just continue this then.” Mark smiles, carrying on with his business.

“Yesh, please… ahhh-uh. Ah.” Spilling out a few more syllables, she happily goes back to pleasuring her man.

Y/n just gives up at this point, as if a dog in heat, she lets her tongue let loose. Licking and sucking on autopilot. She tries her very best to keep her eyes in focus to not go off too high into bliss.

Jaemin is even taking notes of this.

Y/n is fully enjoying herself grinding on Mark's fingers.

“You're enjoying this too much, huh, love?”

“Yesh… uh,” she pauses, heaving in a breath as she's forgetting even the basics of breathing at this point. “Ohh… very much so… I love you.”

“I'm… urgh, glad. Love you too.” Jaemin hisses as he pinches her legs, peppering her head and body with kisses. He reaches out to play with her breasts.

“Aish, these two lovebirds.” Mark comments, he goes back to mind his own business though.

“Join in then, babe.” Jaemin banters, earning an eye roll from Mark. “I'm good.”

“If you say so.” He chuckles, focusing back on Y/n who's amused watching them.

Jaemin caresses her face, setting her stray hair aside as it's getting a bit rough in handling her. He looks at Y/n with such doting eyes, sharing the pleasure of seeing her with so much delight.

Mark continues to devour her, his tongue is a bit more gentle but he attacks more with his fingers. Mark spreads her legs more apart as she keeps squirming, twitching embarrassingly tight around his fingers as he keeps attacking his tongue on her clit and hot entrance.

She could almost see white all over, but she's not quite there yet. 

The feeling elevated her senses, how she didn’t expect to like it this much. Having her holes taken care of, with her mouth sucking while feeling someone is sucking her at the same time.

She could almost cry out of pleasure.

Just as she's about to give in, her legs are moved to another position. Y/n cannot protest as her core had been yearning for a dick inside her ages ago.

Jaemin thanks Mark as he already got Y/n ready and wet. With a quick alignment, Jaemin easily penetrated her pussy.

While they’re fucking, Mark is quick to catch on, twisting and licking her boobs and nipples. The added sensation made her extra loud and wailing. It almost rendered her incoherent.

Being more adept in multitasking, Jaemin gets Y/n’s phone, the camera already open to be handed to Mark. “Film us.”

Mark perks a brow, the other hand now pumping on his dick as he reconfirms with Jaemin. “Like record you two fucking?”

Jaemin nods. “She’s into this shit, watch how she’ll turn into a pool of mess just by filming her—”

“Na Jaemin! Don’t expose me like that!” She tries to retort, pulling herself off Jaemin, but the pounding dick in her restrains her from doing so. Jaemin now has full control over her with Mark at the side.

“Awww… babe, it’s okay,” Jaemin assures. “It’s just Mark, I’m sure he wouldn’t think it’s weird.”

“It's because it is Mark that I think he’ll think of me weird!”

Mark just laughs, shrugging it off, and proceeds to film them.

“Do this as well.” Jaemin insists, demonstrating to pull Y/n’s hair as a request.

Y/n sees her surroundings slowly crumble as Jaemin reveals her kinks to Mark one by one.

Stop it!

She wants to complain but she's practically pushed down under their submission. Everything just feels so good.

The way Jaemin is fucking her in doggystyle, even the clapping of skin along with slapping her ass. 

Jaemin just tells Mark off to go on and pull her hair.

Jaemin grabs hold of both her hips as he’s going at it, ramming into Y/n.

“Uh… ah, please, oh-fuck.” She's left with quivering lips at this point. Taking in mind Jaemin's dick the hair pulling seems to be something else.

Mark is enjoying it a bit too much, he unintentionally went too far as it already hurt.

“Mark? Oh, arghh—” Her groans are now replaced out loud by pain.

Why does it seem odd?!

“Hm-Mark! YA! That felt like something else, do you have any grudge against me?!”

“My bad, my bad. Sorry.”

He doesn't seem to have any remorse though. 

Y/n huffs at Mark, taking a break for a laugh and even casually talking while they’re having sex in front of him.

They're seeing Mark with his dick out, pumping himself as he watches over the couple.

The sound of sex and skin slapping adds more to the arousal of the three.

Earlier as they started off, they were still shy af. But now while she’s getting fucked, she’s stimulating Mark's erection, even wanting to spring free his dick. 

“Is it okay to suck you, Mark?” Y/n assured every step of the way but she didn't feel any sense of refusal from Mark stopping her from stripping him off. 

He places the phone tidily nearby to continue to film their supposed sex tape.

Mark swallows, nodding a bit and the meeting of Y/n’s tongue on his erection fully turned his lips agape.

Although slightly hesitant, the way it twitched at Y/n's touch drew it nearer to her touch. As if Mark's body itself is craving for any sensation available. And luckily, they're already here to fulfill that thirst for lust.

It weaves on naturally how she's down on all fours, with Jaemin still making use of her sweet pussy as he's ramming into her. While Mark is now the one occupying her mouth, fucking her is still a bit too gentle for her liking.

“More, please…” she barely mumbles clearly with her cheeks full. Y/n also put her hand around Mark's dick along her sloppy movements, sucking him harder. She feels two different sets of hands touching around her chest, her boobs springing free ever so slightly. Jaemin removes his hands to which Mark takes charge of squeezing her boobs together.

She feels herself getting tighter and tighter around Jaemin as he pounds in and out of her. She pulls in Mark so that he can reach the back of her throat. “Yes, that's.. urgh-uh, it… more, harder!”

No use getting shy now that they went up to this point. Now they're braver and pushed confidently in getting lost in pleasure as that is their main goal here.

The difference between Mark and Jaemin is that they’re a warning with Mark’s end, him mumbling a “Here we go,” before excusing himself to fuck her mouth. Compared to Jaemin just wordlessly entering her, slamming in and out roughly. 

She’s mixed between wanting to be treated as fragile with care or being completely manhandled.

With Mark pushing her hair aside to get more hold of his dick into her mouth, while Jaemin is grabbing hold of her hips and slapping her ass in the process of making her a moaning mess.

It adds more fluidity as she gets wetter by the second hearing both of them groaning and a mix of moaning as she lets them use her senselessly.

With open arms, they're more on enjoying the moment and experience.

This is the feeling of getting sandwiched by two guys whom you trust and who care about you.

At most, this is far different in comparison to her surprise in getting into this situation. Quite literally to get caught up between two men to whom she's dearly close.

Even in between the nastiness and roughness, she feels well taken care of.

With just enough strength, Y/n sticks her butt out for Jaemin removing the butt plug with a pop. While this is going down, she puts on the condom on Mark’s erection with Jaemin assisting them.

Jaemin lays down on his back, with Y/n on top of him. Adding more lubrication, Jaemin spits into her ass, spreading the saliva all over, mixing it with her wetness. 

Mark is getting ready to insert his dick into her ass, aligning it before pushing it.

With a huff from Y/n, Mark starts working. It took no time for Jaemin to slip into her hot wet core, as well, sliding in so easily as a moan slipped off his lips.

Basically, Y/n is sandwiched in between them, Jaemin inside her pussy while Mark is thrusting on the back. She’s practically pinned down to Jaemin’s chest, her breasts rocking back and forth. The friction on each of their skin adds to the heat of their senses.

The hollows of her neck are filled by Mark’s hot breath, their proximity almost blurring as the gaps in front are settled in by Jaemin’s warmth.

It’s getting tougher, and more perplexing as Y/n tries to keep her consciousness intact as she keeps tactile, feeling the gaps and the angle. The distinct rhythm and attention also shakes her core, her system going full overdrive.

To keep her boobs from swaying freely, Mark cups her breasts, adding a twist to her nipple. She felt lips smacking on her skin, Jaemin was grazing his teeth on her supple skin.

The nibble and bite marks Jaemin is doing prolong her desires.

“Please, ah! Ah… hmph…” she rasps, scrunching her fists to the bed sheets. Y/n feels everything slipping away like the fabric on the bed as she’s getting more stirred up to the guts. Both their dicks keep hitting the sweetest spots. She wants her holes to be filled with white all over.

Mark gets hold of her, supporting Y/n’s stature as Jaemin spreads her legs wide like an eagle spreading its wings.

“Wait, wait… uhh, hngh!—” In the middle of speaking, she wasn’t given an ounce of rest as she remained tight around her asshole. Jaemin is also devilishly grinding against her to keep her from breaking away. It also involves her sensitive clit as he is banging into her, weakening her knees. Besides taking hold of her dangling tits, her boyfriend did not forget to stimulate her clit. 

Jaemin rubs his fingers to her sensitive clit, the dirty noises of their mixed juices sloshing along their pumping dicks in her holes amplified Y/n’s moans.

She shakes her head as it’s getting confusing to distinguish the difference with both her holes being worked on.

The sensitivity grows with the variation of sensations and rapidity in her holes getting in and out, the pounding inside her pushes Y/n closer and closer to her climax.

“F-fuck, wait, guys…” She sucks in a breath, sipping her saliva and soul back into her. She tries to buckle her legs together, but the two guys are preventing her from flailing away from their bodies. 

But she doesn’t want this to end yet!

Before she completely gets lost in pleasure they change it up, adjusting Y/n to their desired position. Y/n is scooped in by her arching back, with Mark carrying her. He grabs hold of her shoulders, moving to slightly choke her neck with his veiny hands. He’s breathing in close to her ears, creating harsher goosebumps down her spine.

“You’re so tight.” Mark breathes out, his hands on her hips tightening. 

Y/n could only swallow in response, holding onto the nape of his neck, mewling as Jaemin continued to hammer her juicy pussy.

Y/n is now back pinned down at Jaemin’s heaving chest, she feels Mark spreading her butt cheeks, pounding rougher, harder than any pace she expected out of him.

Is he also close?

Feeling a more heightened awareness of both dicks inside her twitching, she’s clenching shamelessly tighter by the second around them. 

“Y/n…” Jaemin pulls her close. Simultaneous to this, Jaemin goes to hug her, and she also feels Mark embracing her from behind. Both guys are holding her stature, with Jaemin intricately placing kisses on her while feeling Mark near her. Each of them is swallowing each other’s breaths at the proximity.

“Uh… ohh… fuck, I’m close, Y/n.” Mark groans near her ears. Her drenched state becomes unbearably good. This is the first time Jaemin ever noticed Y/n this soaked to the core.

“Me too… uhh,” Jaemin also hisses, his movements unwavering despite his ragged breathing. “How about you, baby? Feeling good?” 

“Uh, huh,” she nods, mewling in the kiss in the mix of her boyfriend’s groaning. She feels so loved with him checking in on her. Also, Mark occasionally tapping her on the shoulder as well. Jaemin devours her with his passionate kisses. His rampant pounding is consistent, ever getting sloppy as he’s getting harder. His width and the feeling of his firm girth feel familiar, he’s about to burst.

Swearing along them is Mark, his lips crashing by her bare back. He’s brushing her hair to the side as he keeps pummeling his dick to her ass.

At this point, Y’n is gasping for air, tongue sticking out mindlessly with her eyes disarrayed up high to so much pleasure.

Jaemin guides Mark's hand on the hollows of her neck, motioning him to tighten it a bit close to a choke. Jaemin remains unfaltering with his thrusts while still keeping lustful eye contact towards her as she gets lost in bliss.

She keeps her tongue in control, but it’s getting harder to keep it inside her mouth as the two men get more and more ragged.

Y/n creased her nails on the sheets, trying her best not to scratch Mark’s back with her other hand as she is getting desperately close—“I’m coming, fu-fuck!” Y/n feels herself spasm, embarrassingly tight around them at their persistent fucking of both her holes.

She almost wants to shout out her orgasm, curling her toes. But it’s too late as she already feels warmth in both her holes, strings of white covering her body. Her back gets pumped up a moment later as the three of them rupture in a trance.

The trio catches their breath. She crashed herself on the soft sheets, barely hitting the pillow. 

Now with Mark lying on his back, he curls up near Y/n as she lays in between them.

Mark now reaches for Y/n’s phone to stop the recording, they barely remember it was there in the first place. Jaemin also helped clean up, along with Y/n helping Mark discard the used condom.

Jaemin stands up and gets a clean towel from the rack, he casually throws it to Mark.

“So when do you want to do this again?” Jaemin huffs, returning to the bed. He’s supporting himself with his elbow, caressing Y/n’s face. He’s tracing her features while expecting an answer from Mark.

Their friend raised a brow at Jaemin. “I thought this was just a one-time thing?”

Jaemin pauses, then reconfirms the look on Y/n’s face. He slightly shrugs, nonchalant.

“Seems like the other one here enjoyed it a bit too much,” Jaemin kisses atop her forehead. “She might look for that type of pleasure, hmmm?” 

It’s obvious from Jaemin's grin that he’s teasing.

Too worn out to even argue, Y/n just blushes. 

“Whatever, it’s up to you, guys,” she quietly says. She moves away from them, curling up the other way to hide her face from the two guys.

To be frank, it’s anything but ‘intimidating’ from what she expected in her head. It’s not even established as ‘timid’ from the energy they got from each other.

The outcome is about the chillest experience she added to her non-existent to-do list. She’s glad she’s able to look at them with no awkwardness. If anything, this is the very reason they got closer to each other.

This is a great addition to her fantasy fulfilled. Four out of Five would do it again.

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nct dream taking care of you when you're sick

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of food, not eating well, vomiting, fainting, covid and a pregnancy scare, let me know if i missed out anything  

Notes: hello everyone! i’m back from my family holiday and will be posting more now~ here’s a little something for you all hehe <3 hope you all enjoy reading it!! if any of you have any requests, do feel free to send them in, till next time, have a wonderful week ahead everyone <3

𔘓Mark:

When Mark finds you curled up under your blanket on the couch when he gets home, he’s already worried. Because one, you’re usually excited to engulf him in a hug and two, it’s summer and he’s sweating from the short walk back from the bus stop but you’re wrapped up like a burrito, unmoving and pale. “Babe? You okay?” Mark comes to sit by you, instinctively pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Dude, you’re burning…” “I’m fine Mark, just need to rest,” you mumble out. You’re sleepy and cold and finally comfortable on the couch after feeling unwell all afternoon. You’ve been really busy recently, with classes and your part-time job and it seems your body is finally breaking from your packed schedules and lack of sleep. “You’re running a fever babe, come on,” Mark says as he lifts you up bridal style, together with your blanket still wrapped around you into your shared bedroom. He tucks you in properly, making sure the room isn’t too cold for you and even filled a jug of water and placed it beside you on the nightstand along with your cup. Mark digs through the box of medicine you two have in the kitchen cabinet and rushes to offer you ibuprofen for your fever. “I’ll go shower, be right back okay?” Mark tells you as he leans in to give you a kiss, but you’re quick to put your hand over his mouth, gently pushing his face away from yours. “Don’t, I’m sick. You can’t afford to be sick,” you say as Mark pulls your hand away from his face, holding it in his instead. “Don’t care,” he mutters out before swiftly stealing a peck, earning a frown from you. He only chuckles as he pulls the blanket up to make sure you’re properly tucked in. “Don’t worry about me babe, I’m a lot stronger than you think,” Mark tells you almost smugly, hitting his chest twice before flexing an arm to prove his point. “Shut up smelly, go shower already…” you jokingly nagged as you laughed weakly. And even though Mark was really busy himself, he stayed by your side as much as he could. Studying beside you while you rested, running out to get takeout for the both of you. He makes sure you’re drinking enough water and taking your medicine regularly. At night, Mark doesn’t let himself sleep before you do until your fever is finally gone and you’re almost recovered. And he was right, despite sticking right by you while you were sick, juggling his part-time internship and classes, Mark was still holding up well. In this time, you couldn’t help but be grateful for your lovely boyfriend who took care of you dutifully despite his own busy schedules and you wondered if you could love anyone more than you love Mark Lee.

𔘓Renjun:

You stir awake as you feel someone slightly shaking you. You slowly open your eyes to meet your boyfriend’s kind ones, they’re laced with both worry and adoration. “I made you some tea, it’s supposed to be good for your throat. Drink it while it’s hot.” Renjun tells you as he helps you sit up, holding the cup against your lips as you take small sips of the warm tea. “Thanks love,” you whisper out as much as you can since your voice is still strained, your sore throat preventing you from speaking at your normal volume. Renjun offers you a small smile, brushing your hair out of your face, “Did you sleep well my love? Feeling better?” “Mm, just a little better.” Renjun frowns slightly at that, he puts the tea on the bedside table and pulls you up slowly so you could go wash up for breakfast. While you’re beginning to brush your teeth, Renjun stands behind you, gathering your hair together before tying it up into a ponytail so you can clean up without your hair getting in the way. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder before leaving to heat up your breakfast. He doesn’t close the toilet door on the way out, afraid you’ll have another fainting spell since you are still recovering. You think your immune system hates you because once you’re even just a little unwell, you would get fainting spells but Renjun has gotten used to it and is always so alert. It makes you feel bad because he’d get so worried but you also feel so safe and thankful because you know Renjun would be there to catch you if you fall, quite literally. “Here, I made some soup, it should be easier for you to swallow,” Renjun tells you once you come out from the toilet. You haven’t been eating well since your throat hurts so much so Renjun has been sweet enough to cook or buy soft foods to make sure you still get enough nutrients. He joins you at the dining table, though he’s just eating bread with jam. Renjun looks at you as you take your first sip, chewing his bread while looking at you with expectant eyes. You sigh as flavours explode in your mouth, warmth spreads down to your chest as you swallow. “It’s so good,” you tell him and a proud, tight-lipped smile appears on Renjun’s pretty face, “Thank god, eat up then.”

𔘓Jeno:

You were never someone who had a big appetite, so when you fall sick you practically have no desire to eat anything. It’s really bad, you know but you can’t stomach too much food in fear that you might throw up. All you want to do when you’re sick is sleep all day. But Jeno can’t bear seeing you being sick and not eating or drinking enough, so he takes it upon himself to try and get you to eat even just a little. So now the two of you are on the couch, you’re wearing a hoodie (jeno’s hoodie) and pouting while curled up beside him, hugging your knees to your chest. Jeno’s holding a bowl of porridge in his hand and a spoon in the other, gently blowing the porridge that’s on it. “Aaa,” Jeno says as he moves the spoon to your lips. You look at him, eyes round and almost glistening with tears, “Jeno… I can’t, not hungry.” Jeno sighs, looking at the bowl and then back at you before he says, “You didn’t even eat much baby, you need to eat…” You feel miserable, your head is pounding and even with the hoodie on, you’re still cold. Everything is tasteless and you really don’t feel like eating. But you also know that Jeno’s right and you just feel bad because he’s trying to take such good care of you. “Just two more mouths? Just two and we’re done,” Jeno says as he smiles at you, wiggling the spoon in front of you. Okay, you thought to yourself, you could do two more. Jeno just wants you to be well, he knows it’s not like you asked to be sick so he’s willing to do whatever to get you well again. Whatever you need, he’s ready to do it just for you if it means you’ll feel better physically and emotionally. You slowly open your mouth and Jeno pushes the spoon gently into your mouth. He scoops up some more porridge, remembering to make sure there’s some minced meat on the spoon too before he blows on it. And after you finish the last bite, Jeno gets up to do the dishes, not before he pats your head, cooing out a “Good job~” at you for the last two bites you managed to eat. Jeno returns after doing the dishes to see you nodding off on the couch. So he joins you, pulling you to lie on top of him as he runs his fingers through your hair, soothing you into a deep sleep.

𔘓Haechan:

“Oh shit!” was the only thing Haechan managed to say when he saw the way you were hunched over the toilet bowl, throwing up. He rushed to hold your hair back, firmly rubbing your back as you were calming down after throwing up your lunch. You’ve been nauseous all morning and after eating lunch, your stomach started churning. You wondered if it was the sashimi you had last night that was making you feel funny. Haechan passes you some tissue to wipe your mouth with after you rinsed it, bending down to look at you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “Are you okay? Still feeling nauseous?” he asked timidly and you nod. You wanted to ask him if he was feeling fine since you both had the sashimi together, or maybe you just had a weaker stomach. But before you open your mouth to ask, Haechan blurts out, “You’re not pregnant, are you?” The two of you look each other dead in the eye for two seconds before you burst out laughing. “W-what? Baby, I’m serious,” Haechan says as he tugs your arm to get you to stop laughing, “My period just ended like two days ago, so we haven’t done anything recently. Plus, we always use protection anyway.” “It’s not 100% though…” “Don’t worry babe, you’re not going to be a dad that soon.” Haechan scoffs at that but you can tell he’s not convinced. “I’ll take a test to be sure if you want,” you suggested but Haechan shakes his head. “It’s fine, but if you puke again I’m taking you to the doctor,” he tells you as he holds your face, looking at you worriedly. You were fine for a while but you do puke again, your throat burns and your stomach hurts. So Haechan rushes to take you to the nearest clinic. You were right about the sashimi, it was food poisoning but Haechan was fine so you guess your digestive system doesn’t really accept raw food too well. “I told you I wasn’t pregnant babe”, “Damn, why am I kind of disappointed though?” “Shut up, you wouldn’t know what to do if I was”, “Of course I would, we’d get married and have a family together. I mean, sure, it’s a little early but I’d be so ready babe.” All week, Haechan made sure you remember to stay hydrated since you did continue to throw up a few more times. He would cook food that was more kind to your stomach and set alarms so you two would remember it’s time to eat your medicine. Thanks to Haechan, you were still able to laugh even in your miserable state and got well really quickly. And you wouldn’t tell him, but you think you fell more in love with him knowing that he had already thought of a future that had you in it.

𔘓Jaemin:

You’re finally done with your shift at the cafe and you’re ready to close up for the day. You’re tired and you’ve been having the worst headache since your classes ended. You soldiered through your evening shift despite that but now you’re feeling even worse. You’ve been pushing yourself to work almost every day after classes for some income, so you can pay rent on time without depending on your parents. But as finals draw near, your stress is through the roof. You haven’t been eating or sleeping well and you think it’s finally taking a toll on your body. You’re taking your apron off when you hear the bell from the cafe door ring, “So sorry, we’re close-” “I know, I’m here to pick my lovely girlfriend up from work~” Jaemin stands in front of you, adorning the prettiest smile on his face. And you instantly relax, smiling back at him. “Hi honey, ready to go?” “Yeah, just give me a minute”. You tell him as you rush to the back to get your bag and turn off most of the lights. You rush back out to meet Jaemin when your vision starts to blur, you stop in your tracks as your hand reaches out to hold anything to keep you steady. You try to stay standing as your surroundings start to swirl, your vision blurry and dark. Jaemin is quick to react, rushing to you. “Baby? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jaemin calls out, he holds you by your waist with one arm as the other comes up to hold your face. He looks into your eyes, his own laced with concern and he can tell you’re kind of blacking out. You blink hard a few times, holding onto his arm as your vision slowly clears. “Are you okay? Have you eaten anything?” Jaemin asks worriedly. You shake your head slightly, trying not to trigger another near fainting spell. “Been having the worst headache and I haven’t had the time to eat after class today…” “Y/N, how many times have I told you? You have to eat no matter what.” You can’t even look at Jaemin because you feel bad that he has to nag at you constantly for something as simple as having your meals on time. Jaemin sighs and brings his hand up to hold your face, tilting your head upwards so you’re looking at him. “You had a long day, let’s go home hm? I’ll cook you something yummy,” Jaemin says in a whisper just loud enough for you to hear. And you nod, closing your eyes as you lean into his touch. He lets go of your face and engulfs you in a hug, you let yourself melt against him. When you’re with Jaemin like this, for these few seconds every one of your burdens fade into nothing and even your head stops throbbing for a while. When you pull away Jaemin is smiling down at you like you’re the single, most precious person in this world. He carries your bag and slides his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers together. You get home and Jaemin feeds you a bowl of delicious beef noodles, nagging once again about how you need to stop skipping your meals. And he goes on, endearingly. “You have to sleep earlier too, go to bed when I do for a week straight. That should fix your sleep… AND if you have a busy school day, don’t put your availability down for work. Just rest at home for a bit this week. You’re always making me worried about you baby, what do I do with you?” “Alright alright, I got it…” “I love you y/n, I just want you to be well and healthy and happy. We have to grow old together, you know?” Jaemin says as he looks at you, eyes sparkly with a slight pout on his face. You pinch his cheek, “I got it babe, I love you too”.

𔘓Chenle:

You’ve been lying in bed all afternoon, you feel cold and you’ve been sneezing and coughing non-stop. You were afraid that you caught covid again but your self-testing kit says otherwise. You put on some soothing music and tried to take another nap. That’s when you hear your front door open, Chenle is back from his basketball class. “Hey babe,” he greets when he enters your shared room but when he sees you all curled up on the bed, he does a double take. “Hi Chenle,” “What’s up with you? You feeling okay?” “No… I feel like shit.” Chenle chuckles at that as he walks up to you, ruffling your hair. “Do you want to go to the doctor? I’ll take you.” You shake your head as you look up at him, “Can you go wash up, then come cuddle with me?” Chenle frowns and says without hesitation, “But you’re sick, what if I catch what you have?” With that, you frown too. “You’re the worst…” Chenle laughs at your expression, “I’m just kidding.” Even at a time like this, there is no escape from your boyfriend’s teasing. He goes to shower and comes back out within 10 minutes, adorning another basketball jersey with his towel around his shoulders. “Have you eaten anything all day?” “No, I’ve just been laying here.” “You’re not hungry?” “I am…” “Why didn’t you text me to get something back?” “I was resting!” You raise your voice a little which causes you to cough. “Okay, chill. I’ll go make you something, after you eat then we can cuddle.” You look at him with your puppy eyes, purposefully exaggerating, “You’re the best~” “Shut up, don’t look at me like that! That was not what you said just now anyway.” And even though Chenle just made you some porridge and bok choy, you were really grateful. It was simple, homey food but you love whatever Chenle cooks so even though you’re still feeling under the weather and it’s a little hard to eat, you finish all your porridge. After Chenle does the dishes, he joins you back in bed and cuddles you as promised. You still feel sick but for some reason, with Chenle around you feel a little better. In the few days that you took to recover, Chenle calls his mum to ask for a herbal soup recipe and makes it for you until you feel better again. On the fourth day, you’re fully recovered but when you woke up, Chenle was shivering beside you even though he had practically snatched the whole blanket and wrapped it around himself. “You okay babe?” “Feel funny, it’s so cold.” Chenle got sick, turns out he did catch the flu from you. You feel so bad, “I’m so sorry… you actually got sick taking care of me…” “Don’t be silly babe, I'll be fine.” So you do your best to take care of him too and nurse him back to health like he did for you.

𔘓Jisung:

“Are you feeling better baby?” Jisung asks you when you wake up from your nap and you shake your head. He sighs and pats your head. After you texted him saying you’re having a fever last night, he came over early this morning to come take care of you. Jisung even got you breakfast, but you didn’t eat much, which Jisung understands. You went back to sleep shortly after and Jisung went out to the pharmacy to get you some ibuprofen and vitamin C drinks for your immune system. Jisung doesn’t let you move an inch until you feel better even though you are fully capable of doing minor tasks yourself. He’s always going, “No, don’t worry about that. I’ll do it.” “Just stay in bed baby, I’ll help you.” And he’s making sure you eat well and drink enough water. He stays by your side all day and night, keeping you company and making sure you have everything you need. Even after you finally get up to shower, Jisung blows your hair for you. “Tell me if it’s too hot,” Jisung says before he blows dry your hair. After that, he combs your hair for you and it makes you feel so sleepy. “Tired?” “Yes… I’m sorry Ji, I’ve just been sleeping all day…” You apologise, feeling bad that he’s over at your place and you can’t spend any proper quality time with him since you’re feeling unwell. And that he’s been running around doing everything for you. Jisung shakes his head, frowning just a little. “Why are you sorry? You’re not feeling well, it’s not your fault. You need rest so you can recover quickly,” Jisung tells you as he smooths your hair down, patting the top of your head before he begins to tuck you into bed. “Will you stay the night?” You ask him timidly, he hums in reply. “I’ll stay with you until you feel better, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up tomorrow, don’t worry.”

[hoshologies]

⌗ nct dream as romance tropes

syn. exactly what it says on the tin. the dreamies as different romance tropes, some common, some not.

pairing. nct dream/gn reader.

gen, tropes, & rating. romance. college, missed connections, faking dating, strangers to lovers, matchmaking, friends to lovers, one sided pining. 16+.

warnings. (potentially) underage drinking, profanity.

word count. 3.6k (approx. 450-550 words per member).

mark lee is the boy you spend spring break with. you’d managed to get on a study abroad trip to europe for the vacation, but as the only person from your friend group going, you’d worried about spending the week and a half alone. thank god, then, that mark is also the only one from his friend group going.

you connect during the bi-weekly class sessions leading up to your departure, sitting alone near the back of the small lecture hall. you chat before the faculty leader starts speaking and you giggle amongst yourselves when you have to step into the hallway to practice getting on and off the subway, your arms linked so you don’t get “left behind.” when you both decide to take the charter bus to the airport, mark is the one who packs his suitcase early and heads to your apartment to help you stay awake and do last minute cleaning before he drives you both to the meeting point. you sleep on his shoulder the entire bus ride, in the seats at your gate, you even manage to have seats next to each other on your overnight flight and you fall asleep watching a movie together and sharing your blanket.

spring break is full of the two of you wandering rome together, sharing cups piled high with gelato at the piazza navona, and navigating the parisian subway from the city center to the catacombs. he takes pictures of you on his film camera in st. peter’s basilica; you sneak a selfie together with the ceiling of the sistine chapel, your faces cut off halfway. you climb the bell tower of the duomo in florence, laughing breathlessly when you make it to the top, and you walk the gardens of the palace of versailles together, shoulders brushing as you take in the scenery and chill air of a mid-march morning. on your final night, you watch the eiffel tower glitter from montparnasse and you swear mark looks like he wants to kiss you; you want him to.

but then the trip is over and you go back home. you share seats on the charter bus again and you fall asleep on his shoulder again. he takes you back to your apartment, walks you to your door all bleary eyed and sleepy. you’re worried that this is the last time you’ll see him as you stand at your window and watch him get into his car and drive off. looking at the picture a stranger took of you and mark on the ponte vecchio, his arm around your shoulders and his gaze fixed on you rather than the camera, you realize you cannot let this be the end.

huang renjun is a missed connection. he’s the boy you see all over town, but never work up the courage to introduce yourself to. he’s tall and lanky, always dressed so nice and looking so out of place among everyone else. he’s got soft features, all gentle edges and round, sad eyes. you always find yourself wanting to wrap him up in your arms, fantasizing what his body slotted against yours would feel like. is he warm, soft as he looks?

you see him at your favorite cafe, keeping to himself while he studies and drinks his coffee and picks at his french toast crepe. you spot him on campus, backpack slung over his shoulder on his way to class or laying out on the greens and reading a book. some days, you’re lucky enough to catch the same subway car as him, earbuds in and his eyes trained on the horizon through the window. sometimes, you even end up in the same aisle as him at the convenience store down the street from your apartment. you stand opposite each other, considering your different choices of ramen.

still, with all your instances of seeing him, you’ve never scrounged together the courage you feel you need to talk to him for the first time. even if you could, one glimpse of that lopsided grin of his would have you crumbling anyways, a weakness before you even get the chance to ask for his name. so you resign yourself to only admire him from afar and he, completely unknown to him, will forever be known as the “cute cafe boy” amongst your friend group.

you spend months like that, cherishing the glimpses you get of him. because you often exist in the same spaces with the same schedule, like the cafe on tuesday afternoons at eleven in the morning, you decide to give the barista money one day, tell them that you want to pay for his coffee when he gets here, describe him as the tall, lanky boy with the big brown eyes and gentle voice; they always know who you’re talking about. you tell them to not tell him who paid for it, just that a stranger wanted to pay forward some kindness.

when he arrives and orders, the barista relays the message and they swear up and down the wall it was a stranger, but the glance they cast over his left shoulder is telling. when he turns away, his eyes land on you, too wrapped up in your laptop to notice. but he’s too shy to say anything and so when he gets home, he writes a missed connection posting on your community’s page, the same one your friend frequents to look for free or cheap furniture.

you were at the greenhouse cafe today (tuesday) around 11:15 in the morning. i went there to study and get coffee, but the barista said someone had paid for it already. you wanted to stay a stranger, but if you’re the person i think you are, i want to thank you properly. ramen at the convenience store by our apartment buildings?

maybe your friend oughta pass this on to you.

lee jeno is a friend of a friend, who your friend manages to convince to fake date you for a couple of group outings. she drags you to so many big group events, like drinks at the favorite bar or clubbing or even group movie nights at apartments. out of a group of ten, you and jeno are the only two single ones. it can be annoying being the only singles, especially when you’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t have an issue with not seeing anyone right now; it’ll happen when it happens, you find yourself saying at least once a week, it’s just not a priority right now and i don’t mind it.

jeno faces the same line of irritating questioning, so when you’re out with your friends beom gyu and haechan (the instigators of the group), haechan suggests a scheme to get the rest of your friends off your backs. “just pretend you’re dating for a little while. act a little coupley at our hangouts and then, like… just say that you decided your lives are going in different directions, so you’ve broken up, but it’s amicable and there’s no hard feelings! simple as that.”

beomgyu cosigns almost immediately, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and it kind of scares you. the number of times this duo has instigated things, harmless as they may be, is something to be worried about. you’re a little skeptical, but when you look over at jeno, he’s looking back at you. he gives you a nonchalant shrug and an easy it would get them off our backs for a while. it’s not like we have to actually go out on dates or anything.

it’d just be acting, sure, and you’ve never particularly been into jeno, but his last sentence stings a little, somewhere deep and dark within you. regardless, you ignore the subtle hurt and you nod, mimicking his shrug. sure, why not?

the next time the whole group is together, you and jeno sit together, shoulder to shoulder. almost immediately, yeji picks up on it and nearly squeals. what is this? are you dating? when jeno confirms, the whole table starts shouting, including beomgyu and haechan, the masterminds behind this whole thing (beomgyu tells you later that it was to make it look like they were surprised too). she asks when it happened, why, how, congratulates you both on your new relationship, says it’ll be great for you guys to not be ninth and tenth wheeling on hangouts anymore.

you both go on like this for a while, showing up to the bar or the club or your favorite local diner or even hangouts at someone’s apartment and sitting together, jeno’s arm draped around you or your head on his shoulder. you show up and leave hand in hand. every once in a while, he’ll even drop kisses to your temple or hairline to really seal the deal.

but your mind can’t tell the difference between what’s real and what’s fake, and the lines start to blur. you swear you’re starting to imagine things: fond glances from him, is he holding you just a little tighter or is that a figment of your imagination, why’s he lingering at your front door after dropping you off at home? there’s no chance that’s all for show, right?

lee haechan is the neighbor of the family you’re working as an au pair for. you’re young and fresh out of college, but instead of going straight into a regular job, you decided to go abroad. you were lucky to find a great job as an au pair for a couple and their seven year old daughter; they offered room and board, a good salary, and weekends off (unless needed) in exchange for your services in taking care of their child and helping maintain the house. you confirmed almost immediately and left for their country within the week, nothing but two suitcases and a carry-on.

during your first week, you stuck mainly to your host family’s house, only really leaving to drop off or pick up the daughter from school. but when the weekend rolls around and the parents are off work, they tell you to do some exploring, giving you their personal recommendations for all kinds of stores, restaurants, and cafes. the mother ushers you goodnaturedly to the front door and tells you not to come back for at least two hours, to enjoy and get to know the area, especially if you’ll be around for as long as they need you.

so with a little bit of pocket money and your backpack, you’re left standing on the front lawn with no earthly idea where to go first. you’re just about to pull out your phone and look up the closest location they recommended when a call of hey! startles you. you nearly jump out of your skin and turn to look at the person who interrupted you. he’s decently tall and broad with honey bronze skin and a life-changing smile.

he waves you over and meet him at the edge of the front lawn, his eyes bright and airy, untouched by negativity. he introduces himself as haechan, the grandson of the woman who lives next door. he tells you that he’s going to university here in the city and lives with his grandma, which surprises you; it’s really not as bad as it could be, a twenty something year old living with his grandma, he tells you, i come home to a warm meal every night. but he shakes his head, getting himself back on track.

“anyways, my grandma mentioned something about the neighbors getting a nanny and i haven’t seen you around before, so that must be you, right?”

you nod, telling him you’re an au pair (fancy term, he interjects. cooler than nanny) from abroad and you’ve never visited this country before. he smiles, radiant and welcoming, and suggests that he give you a tour of all the best places, promising to make it worth your while. when you mention that the parents told you not to come back for at least a couple of hours, he nods dutifully and says, “i’m the best tour guide you could possibly had. we’ll be gone for four hours minimum.”

it makes you laugh, the look on his face, and infected by his sunny personality, you shrug, giving him a why not? you could do with a local guide.

“lead the way.”

na jaemin is the frat boy whose friends dare him to date you. he sees you often at the parties his frat throws, always in tow with your more outgoing, popular friends. he’s not entirely sure how you become a hot topic among his friend group (he thinks it’s because you’re so different from the rest of your group), but you do. on nights they get drunk, they often end up discussing you, how you ended up in that gang of friends when you so clearly do not fit in with them; even when you do look like you’re enjoying yourself at a party, you never quite get to the level your friends do.

one night, the discussion turns to a rumor that they heard going around about you: you’ve never had a boyfriend. his friends laugh about it, busting their sides over something so insignificant and so not their business. jaemin doesn’t find any amusement in it; if anything, he thinks it’s kind of cute, if it’s even true. the boys take notice of his silence and when seungmin casts a scheming glance around the table, jaemin feels a chill run through him.

“jaemin,” the younger boy drawls. “dare ya to date ‘em.”

jaemin immediately shakes his head. “the fuck’s wrong with you? that’s fucked up. i’m not doing that for a stupid ass dare.”

seungmin shrugs and leans back in his seat, head tilted back as he takes a drink out of his natty light. a laugh ripples across the group of boys and jaemin has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes; he’s not cruel and he’s not doing that to you, not when you’ve been nothing but sweet to him in the few conversations you’ve had. but then jeongin, the worst culprit of provoking everyone and instigating shit, says it’s because jaemin is too goody-too-shoes, too lame to do something and against his better judgment, jaemin jumps in, heat creeping under his skin, scorching him from the inside out.

“fine, i’ll do it, but i’m expecting compensation for any date,” he says hotly. “you’re paying for it all since it was your stupid ass idea.”

the group almost protests, but jaemin silences them with a deadly look. he reminds them a second time that they’re the ones who came up with the idea, he’s not paying for this out of his own pocket (at least not yet).

when he waltzes up to you at the next party, a seagram’s escape from his own personal stash in his hand for you, you’re immediately suspicious. but his smile is soft, his gaze impossibly softer, the whole of it disarming. he chats you up easily and by the end of the night, your number is secure in his phone, your text log pinned to the top of his messages, and a potential plan to go get breakfast at a hole-in-the-wall diner next week. he smiles when you turn back and wave to him as you’re leaving.

this whole thing is supposed to be a bet, but he’s always wanted to get to know you better, so if he can get his stupid ass friends to bankroll all the dates he plans to take you on, he figures it’ll be killing two birds with one stone.

zhong chenle is the boy your friend has a crush on. he’s in your general psychology class; he sits a couple of rows behind you in the lecture hall, always has the best discussion board posts, always sets the high score for every test, quiz, and assignment. he’s also involved in the choir on campus and he lives in the same dorm building that you and your friend do.

you see him on campus in passing all the time, frequenting the dining hall and the library on the same schedules. your friend, iseul, is almost always with you during these instances too and she starts crushing… hard. you can’t say you blame her: he’s pretty and intelligent and kind of mysterious. you’ve heard whispers of him being the campus crush, which doesn’t surprise you in the slightest.

one friday night, a little bit gone off a blue razzberry beatbox, iseul pleads to you on your dorm room floor, kneeled on the hard linoleum floor and hands pressed together, the whole nine yards. she wants you to help her get with chenle, she really likes him but because she doesn’t have a way of meeting him naturally, you’re her next best bet. she makes you a million promises: she’ll do your laundry for a month, she’ll buy the groceries for the room, she’ll buy your coffee at the campus cafe for the next year, whatever it takes.

she’s near tears when you finally cave in and help her; she hasn’t spoken a single word to that boy, but she’s already so whipped and you’re not sure if you’re ready to hear her whine if you say no. she’s very lucky that you have a group project for your gen psych class and chenle is in your cohort. you don’t have a single clue about how you’re going to play cupid for her, but you suppose you’ll figure it out as you go.

when you, chenle, and the other two members of your group meet for the first time, you’re ready to help iseul bag the man of her dreams. but the more your group meets, the more time you spend sitting next to chenle, his body heat tangible and his cologne invading your senses, the more you exchange ideas and small talk, the more you realize that you like him quite a bit, more than you should.

and then you start hanging out with him outside of the project too, getting coffee or sharing a table at the library or eating dinner on the nights that iseul doesn’t join you for a meal. he laughs at your jokes, asks questions, talks to you about things other than academics. the more you spend your time with him, the harder it gets to want to matchmake him with iseul.

but you made her a promise and you’d be a bad friend to break that promise.

park jisung is your first love, even if he doesn’t know it. he’s a million of your favorite romance tropes rolled into one: childhood best friend, boy next door, campus crush. everything about him is so sweet and kind and cute, it’s next to impossible to not fall in love with him, not when he has everything in the world going for him.

you grow up together, your moms best friends since high school, so you’ve been raised as best friends since birth. you’ve had joint birthdays, matching gifts, a shared cake, all of it. all of your big duo achievements have been celebrated together and you’ve been each other’s dates to every high school dance, including your senior prom. it’s just always been you and jisung, always intertwined, forever written in the stars.

you both decide to go to the same college, manage to get assigned to the same dorm building and into the same gen ed classes because neither of you can imagine going through university without the other. it’s not that you’re codependent (at least not unhealthily so), but he’s your self-proclaimed life partner. you don’t have to follow the same path, just ones that are parallel to each other.

but when you start university, he quickly becomes the heartthrob of your dormitory and then the entire campus. jisung, as he always has been, is oblivious to the extra attention he gets from your classmates, the glances they shoot him in the dining hall, their less than innocent invitations to hang out in their dorm rooms. despite your decades-long friendship, you’ve never really talked about crushes or love or anything of the sort and he’s never given any indication that he likes you romantically, so there’s no reason for you to feel that sharp, ugly pang of jealousy in your gut when another classmate leans a little too close towards him to ask a question while you’re standing in line at the dining hall, waiting to swipe your meal cards.

but you do. it is sharp and painful and terrifying the way you feel so viscerally upset when your peers, girls and guys alike, try to make passes at jisung. you always knew you felt differently about your childhood friend, the one you’ve known since literal diapers, but not to this extent. and you realize one night while you’re drinking contraband alcohol in your dorm room that your feelings stem from a place in your heart you can trace all the way back to eighth grade when he asked you to be his date to the valentine’s day dance when the person you asked rejected you very publicly.

park jisung is not yours, not officially, but your heart has belonged to him for years and you’re too deep in to take it back. maybe if he was just a little less oblivious or you a little less anxious to put your friendship on the line for it.

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[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when you accidentally fell asleep on their shoulder.

Mark Lee

It'll be during a late-night talk with his members! It was also a post-concert talk, so you're just there listening to Dreamies be chaotic and loud, and they're kinda draining your energy. (Seriously, how is that they still have energy at this hour.) You wanted to wait for them to finish and you try your best to be patient but your eyes are getting drowsy. Slowly, you didn't noticed that your eyes are closed and you lean against Mark. Mark wouldn't be surprised when you lean on him, probably would tap your head and still continue to yap. When he noticed that you're asleep, he'll hush the Dreamies and tell them that they should call it a night!

Huang Renjun

It happened during your movie night with him! It was during the second movie and as much as you want to stay awake, you can feel yourself sleepy. So when Renjun felt your head on his shoulders. He'll try to call your attention, but you're already in a deep sleep, that's why Renjun would only smile. He lets you rest there, even saying "good night" to you and brushing your hair while he finishes the movie for the two of you. 

Lee Jeno

It'll be during your commute on the way home! It'll take an hour before you and your boyfriend reached your apartment. But because of the long day you two spent, you couldn't help but feel tired and sleepy. You ended up laying your head on Jeno's shoulders and the next thing you knew, you're in a deep sleep. Jeno wouldn't be surprise and thinks that you're probably too tired. He tries his best to not move too much despite being inside the bus. 

Lee Donghyuck

You two are just chilling inside the Dreamies dorm. Haechan was talking about something that happened during his trainee days when he felt your head on his shoulders. Haechan would probably think that you're just being clingy so he instinctively leans his head on you, not even stopping his yapping. It took a co-member of his to point out that you're sleeping. "Oh really?" he'll probably still won't move and soon, he'll feel sleepy and eventually you two ended up sleeping in that position. 

Na Jaemin

It's on a ride on the way home. You two hailed a taxi and during the minutes of silence, Jaemin felt your head on his shoulders. He'll take a small glance and noticed that you're sleeping. He lets out a small smile and is probably exploding internally. Slowly, he'll place his arms around your shoulder so that your position is stable and comfortable throughout the ride. 

Zhong Chenle

You and Chenle are waiting for the food delivery. It was late night and he suddenly craved for a midnight snack. Despite being sleepy, you agreed with your boyfriend's antics. While waiting, you couldn't help but to stifle a yawn. It'll take a few minutes until Chenle feels your head on his shoulder, you doze off while waiting for the food. Chenle will be a bit surprised but will not move so that you could sleep comfortably. He'll probably wake you up if the food arrived though. 

Park Jisung

Jisung dropped by your place while you're in the middle of an exam cramming. Being an understanding boyfriend, he just sat next to you while you read your reviewers. Hours of silence shifted when Jisung felt your head on his shoulder. He'll be startled by the sudden action but once he noticed that you're sleeping and your reviewer slid out of your hands, Jisung decided that he'll give you a few minutes to rest. He'll tap your head and gently kisses it before going back to what he was doing. <3

[xrenjunniesx]

nct dream

fluff (f) , angst (a), suggestive (s)

mark

see you again (f)

night in (f)

glad to help (f)

mark’s reaction to the crush song by twaimz (f) (s)

piggyback rides (f)

renjun

exhaustion (f)

midnight dancing (f)

make out (f) (s)

jeno

eyes off you (f)

the deal (f)

rainfall (f)

texts with friend!jeno pt1 (f)

friends to lovers!jeno texts pt2 (f)

star crossed lovers (a)

haechan

comfortable (f)

texts with academic rival!haechan (f)

pool day preparation (f)

may we continue to love forever (f)

jaemin

perfect pair (f)

texts with friend!jaemin (f) (a)

two bouquets (f)

take your time (f)

texts with bf!jaemin (f) (s)

chenle

will always be you (f)

texts with friend!chenle (f)

classmate!chenle to lovers (f)

there for you (f)

jisung

take the bus home (f)

masterpiece

[flashbangstars]

NCT Dream if they were your roommate (college edition) <3333

in honor of it being the first day of classes for a bunch of my fellow college friends, I wanted to give y'all a little something. I'm also currently writing this while in zoom classes. This divulged into just plain old roommates too lol

Mark

mark was actually pretty good at waking up, you were up before him for a zoom geology class so you would always hear him in the mornings

mark always showers first and will play justin bieber's entire fucking discography in the shower

he also locks you out of the one bathroom you have even though you both have to leave at the same time so you're just kinda fucked

he claims its to preserve his innocence, but you have a black shower curtain you can't see through. so he's just being a princess

he only wear sweats to class, but somehow you are always done before him

you once got into a fight because you were wearing the sweatshirt he wanted to wear, so he made you take it off in the entrance of the apartment and switch with him

he insists on walking you to class because "it's what a gentleman would do"

you two DO NOT beat the dating allegations because of this

he will ask people leaving your class if you are still in there when it ends so people call him "the hot guy who waits for y/n"

it honestly boosts your ego so you're not complaining

your not sure if he's aware of his reputation, since he's so painfully oblivious, but you're not gonna tell him

without fail, every time your on the bus on the way halfway through, he will look up with wide eyes and tell you what he forgot and how badly he needs it, so without fail you will end up going in between your classes since he doesn't have a break to go retrieve what he needs for classes

it almost always is his computer charger and his notes

and it's almost always thrown on the floor by his bed, where he had been studying the day before

will ask every single day if you can walk to the further bus stop "because it's so nice out" and will act like a toddler who just went outside for the first time touching leaves n shit

Renjun

he is 100% more put together than you

he wakes up every morning 2 hours before he has to leave (you wake up to his alarm so you know)

he will shower, get dressed, and still have enough time for breakfast, AND still LEAVE EARLY ENOUGH TO STOP FOR COFFEE

he has tried to get you to join him in this lifestyle, to no avail

what happens is he will drag you out of bed at the same time he wakes up and you just end up getting into his bed while he is getting ready, and then wake up an hour later when he comes to harrass you again after he's done getting ready.

you look like a gremlin compared to him when you're leaving, you usually go to your classes in sweats and with your hair in a clip.

meanwhile he is in a whole coordinated fit that he set out the night before to wear

you both have your desks in the common room off the apartment and it's pretty funny to both of you because your set ups are so obnoxiously different, his is all white and sleek, and yours looks like a rainbow threw up on it

whenever you take the bus to class in the mornings, he will let you nap on his shoulder for the 15 minute ride and will wake you up one stop before you get off.

he will pre-order your coffee with his, (he has your order saved on his phone, and never makes you pay him back, he just makes you pay for the boba you stop for after class

he whines when you stay up really late because your keyboard is noisy

and if you still have to get work done, he will pull up his desk chair beside you with a blanket and will sit with you until you are done. he will fall asleep despite the claims it's too noisy but will refuse to go to bed if you tell him it's ok

and its funny because he doesn't look like a little angel curled up on the chair, he looks like a grandpa with wire glasses on

LOWKEY HE LOOKS LIKE THE CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY GRANDPARENTS

Jeno

you met on a facebook page for your university when he posted about needing a roommate

he didn't know you were a girl until after you had moved in, he doesn't mind... but when you walk into your apartment shirtless to a female rearranging the coffee cups it's a bit jarring

he has now grown to say you act more like a guy than most men he knows

since you're a engineering major you've never actually seen the sun, so he makes you take walks with him when he gets back from classes so he knows you're getting clean oxygen

he calls you his little plant, and takes you on "photosynthesis walks" ... you don't get it either

he will leave his gym water bottles out on the counter, like the ones with the little shaker ball in them, he has like 17 of them

he will knock and wait outside your door for you to open it despite you yelling come in multiple times, since he walked in on you changing once

he is like a little housewife when you are gone

when you went away for a competition, you came back to the kitchen cleaned, bathroom cleaned, and he had made dinner for you two

the whole experience itself was entirely too romantic and only made you two incredibly confused for the following day

he will lay in your bed while you are working and play with the cats claiming "they miss you" to get you to stop working

you pick him up from class everyday on the way to yours and he will run like a little school girl over to you when he sees you in the hallway

and then will come with you to get coffee before your class because he missed you and won't see you until later tonight

Haechan

the biggest drama queen you've ever met

on the first day of the semester, he made you two take first day of school photos with like little signs

you and him have the same schedule for classes since you're the same majors

he will ask if you two can match outfits, and will insist he gets to choose what color you wear

when you have time in the mornings, he loves to take the long way to classes, to stop for coffee and talk.

he sits next to you in the two classes you have together and will depend on you to take the notes

he's an ipad note taker, so you have to listen to him slamming his apple pencil into the screen while taking notes

he calls you grandma because you take paper and pencil notes, but mostly you know its because he's jealous because you can write in cursive

he will come into your room while you will be laying down and won't even ask he will just sit on the bed and start talking as if it's his fuckin room, shoving his phone in your face when he wants to show you things

one of the things that drew you to the listing was that... he had a car.....

he knows you pimp him out for his car but he's fine with it

he drives you to school in the mornings and you have solidified your passenger pimp status

since you've become friends with his friends too, they always bitch because you automatically get shotgun since you live with him

when you two go grocery shopping and Haechan refuses to get anything off brand, but then proceeds to bitch when the whole thing is expensive as hell

he gets bored being in the house, sometimes you will come home to him rearranging the fridge

sometimes its the bathroom

and that one time it was your fucking room you literally couldn't find anything for a week straight and would have to ask him to come in and find things for you

Jaemin

you and him had met your freshman year because you lived doors that opened opposite to each other

You had decided to live together after spending a year greeting each other in the mornings before classes

Jaemin was actually a really great roommate, he cleaned, he cooked and he wasn't annoying to be around

the other nice part was that he was stupidly hot

he was one of the few men you knew who had a skin routine that took up half the sink and he had hair products in the bathroom as well

Jaemin also was weirdly overly touchy with you.

he would hug you from behind while you were cooking, he would pull you into his lap when he would be sitting in the living room etc.

it was weird, but honestly im not gonna lie with the freakshit jaemin did you weren't surprised

he spent on average 200 dollars a month at a coffee shopcbuying a like 15 (4) espresso shot drink. and would drink like 2-3 a day

it had to be like macro dosing caffeine at this point

you would wear Jaemin's sweatshirts all the time since when you would forget one, he would literally give you the one off his back

nobody ever thought it was his though, because they almost always have fucking kittens with halos on them

you will come home somedays to him laying in your bed on his phone, like deadass snuggled up in YOUR covers

his excuse was always that your comforter was warmer and that "you wouldn't want him to freeze"

dude will sit in your lap when you're at the desk sometimes, and his shit is BONEY hurts like a bitch!

you are not bABY you are a GROWN MAN

one day he walked out in a outfit you thought was really cute, turns out.. it was literally your clothing. pants and top. underwear is a toss up if he was feeling freaky that day

claimed "we do laundry together, mix ups happen" how do u mix up underwear. WAS THE VICTORIAS SECRET LABEL NOT ENOUGh

Chenle

Chenle was a little bit of a mess, but god we loved him still!

He made adult money but swore he didn't want to deal with the stress that came with cleaning/managing a apartment all to himself

he insists that you let him pay for all of the utilities since he made you get an apartment with a elevator because he would rather die than have to carry all his things up stairs to the apartment

He leaves a trail of his things from the front door to his room so its like hansel and gretel but instead of bread crumbs its his fucking pants

yall have a shower curtain with steph curry on it, originally you would have thought it was a boner killer for the guys you brought over... but it does the opposite....

chenle also doesn't give a fuck if you're in the bathroom, especially when you are showering. he will walk in proceed to do whatever he needs to do and then will purposely flush the toliet so the water gets cold.

BUT WHEN HE SHOWERS HE LOCKS THE DOOR.

you think its because he beats it, but how can one tell you know

but also walls are thin and you swear you haven't even hear a single whimper from this man

and tHAT IS SUSPICIOUS FOR HIS HORNY ASS!

he touches all up on his friends with no shame!

he swears he should get a say in who you date because he is "father" you don't want divulge into whatever that means

one of the last weekends his friends watched you come in with one of your guy friends and go to your room and then you heard them proceed to lecture chenle on why was he okay with a man going into your room with you

just for them all to be utterly confused when he tells them you two aren't dating

a simultaneous "HUH?" sounded in the living room

and when you walked out to grab water and also... eaves drop one of them pointed at you and went "what do he mean you aren't dating?" in a accusatory tone

and the other joining in with a "freaks!"

that night you had a late night knock your door after everyone had left

Jisung

you and jisung were randomly selected roommates, Jisung swears he didn't know he pressed "ok" to both genders

to be for real tho he agrees it isn't even that hard to live with you

Jisung is crazy because he makes zero sound in the apartment

you have been jumped scared by a 6 foot tall emo man more times than you would like to admit

You will be home for over 3 hours and then turn around and he will just be standing there

he always feels so bad though when he does scare you, he once joked he would wear a bell so you could hear him throughout the apartment

for a week you made him wear a bell, it got weird because he almost wore it out of the house, bell got retired to a drawer

Jisung will fall asleep literally anywhere in the apartment, like literally anywhere

you once tripped in the living room because he was sleeping FACE DOWN on the carpet

bro sleeps like a limp spaghetti noodle

you've walked into him asleep on the coffee table

hes also fallen asleep and mid sleep grabbed your wrist, and literally refused to let go??

like his you couldn't pry his cold dry hands off of you??

he's weirdly quietly possessive, whenever you two go somewhere he will have some extension of his body on you, in your apartment with friends over he will stretch a sleeve of his sweatshirt and lay it ontop of your thigh to lay there limp

he will grip you by the wrist not the hand when hes trying to keep up with walking with you

one time when you.. didn't actually know if he was in the apartment you found a brown paper bag outside your door, inside was several pairs of your black underwear and a note saying "im so sorry I washed them with my black clothing and they were in my room" he literally couldn't look at you without turning red that night in the kitchen

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once again I have not proofread anything xoxo