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onyourhyuck · 1 year ago

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Dirty Laundry. | H.RJ

— Prologue: “Did you put your dirty laundry into my laundry pile by any chance?”

— Summary: Where your germaphobic clean freak roommate Renjun finds your panties in his laundry pile one day.

— Genre: Smut smut smut. Sex on top of the washing machine(?) dormitory roommates. Sex in like almost public setting. Exhibitism. Dom!renjun. Rough sex (kinda). Back scratching. Cum-play. Bigdick!Renjun agenda. Angry sex. Renjun’s a neat freak. Clit overstimulation. Unprotected sex but pulls out to cum on Y/n’s face.

— Notes: Feeding the injeolmis today.

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The dormitory you have been staying in for the past year and a half was a sharing compound building between other university students. Therefore everything was being shared other than your own bedroom. The kitchen was a large open space with a tv too so it was almost like an open space between two rooms. The bathroom was a shared area, it’s rather small and private. If anyone wants the toilet they have to fight for it to get in first if you want to use it so it’s a bit of a hazard war out there.

Moreover one more thing you and your roommates share and have to do was your own laundry in the downstairs room. It was out of your dormitory almost. In a way this room was very secular and just hollow. It has a bunch of washing machines and a long table in the middle to separate your clothes from the basket. Bunch of hanging pegs and a long string hung across a wall to the other where you can hang your clothes to dry too.

The dorm wasn’t so bad. At least you thought it wasn’t until you started to see the revealing signs of your roommates and their flaws that you start to notice about them after living for so long together. It’s natural to get nitpicky and annoyed with them. You try to mostly be civil.

But you know someone who doesn’t try to be civil at all even if it was a small or big deal. That someone is one of your many roommates.

Huang Renjun. He was a transfer student from China who got accepted into your university. You didn’t speak to him much for the next three years until he put up a sign that he needs roommates so they can split the bill together. He said he doesn’t care how many there are. As long as they split the bill and make it more affordable for him and the others. You were the first one to reach out.

That is how you and Renjun met. You like to think you’re not so different but that’s a little bit of a lie considering he is quite the opposite from you. You’re laid back and you prefer to not confront anyone even if it was a huge problem that should be spoke about. Renjun on the other hand is slightly less bothered about how the other person feels. He can come off as a bit nagging. He’s also a massive clean freak which makes everyone in the house a bit tense.

He doesn’t like how his roommates aren’t as clean as he thought they were going to be originally. Especially you.

Oh how wrong he was about you. You’re probably the messiest girl he’s ever encountered and Renjun was slightly shocked at first. When the beginning started you tried to hide how disoriented and disorganised you are and can be. So he didn’t quite catch on until later on few months have passed now and he came back to your room completely trashed. It genuinely looks like you haven’t cleaned it in like a century; it sounds exaggerated and dramatic but it is not. That’s how Renjun envisioned a room to be so dirty it wasn’t cleaned out in a century. When he saw your room you thought he would faint or something.

But that was months ago. Renjun managed to convince you to let him clean your room out and it took a few desperate ‘please’ tries to get you to say yes to him.

He cannot stand dirtiness. He cannot stand anyone’s life being that way so he would rather clean it out for them just so he could sleep peacefully tonight.

The boy even made out certainly laundry schedules for the roommates. He said only two people each day can wash their clothes on a certain day because then the clothes would get messy together and it would be a hectic week of organising clothes on which one is theirs. They agreed because it sounds like a smart plan actually. Renjun’s always a great thinker when it comes to chores and house work.

Today was yours and Renjun’s day to wash your clothes. You’re not surprised because when you came down you saw Renjun already putting the dark clothes on one side and the light clothes on the other side now. You wish you could say he did surprise you at all but it didn’t.

“Good you’re here.” Renjun said now as he noticed you coming inside the downstairs washing area. You let out a soft hum. “I didn’t forget this time.” You smirk sheepishly and tease him now a little. Last week you missed your washing day and Renjun had to lecture you now.

He said your clothes would smell out the entire house and honestly it lead to a slight mishapping argument with him. Although you quickly made up and said you’re going to do it on his day with him to make Renjun feel better.

Renjun rolls his eyes as he noticed you’re talking about last week incident and so he just didn’t say anything and continues to do his laundry by separating them. You start to run your hands through your clothes doing the same thing; putting the dark to one side and the lighter clothes to the other side. There was a momentarily silence as you both did this and you’re clearly focused on doing this before you can start doing another thing.

As you’re too busy with your own clothes, Renjun lifts his large white tee shirt putting it to the other side with the light clothes similar to the colour white too. He then scrunched his eyebrows when he saw a silky and lace fabric between his clothes. Renjun couldn’t tell what this was at first. He doesn’t own anything laced. His first expression went through all the grief stages. Renjun lifts it up with the prickle of his fingertips in the air. It was white lace panties and they are definitely yours because you’re the only girl in the dorm house.

Renjun’s eyebrows fell flat as he looks with slight discomfort. He wasn’t even sure if they’re clean or not clean. It didn’t even matter if they were clean because Renjun never touched another one’s underwear before and he didn’t once felt so embarrassed and confused until he is now.

How did they even get there?

He felt slightly perverted too. It’s not like he wanted to look at them. They happened to be in his pile of laundry and now he has to get your attention and give you your panties back.

He’s going to make you think the wrong idea too. He hates this. Renjun swears he’s going to have a word with you.

He walks over to you now with the panties in his hands. You turn around back so you could face Renjun. You wondered what he wanted from you and that is when he saw your round eyes resemble a ball of fire now when you were met with your panties.

Renjun clears his throat as he saw your cheeks heat up and he hates to admit it. You being embarrassed over this was making him even more uncomfortable and his heart was racing because of you.

You point at them. “What are you doing with my panties?” You exclaim now shocked.

“Did you put your dirty laundry into my laundry pile by any chance?” Renjun snaps slightly as he pushed the panties back into your hand. He feels very much embarrassed as much as you are right now.

You look at the panties he dives into your hand, your head turns back to Renjun. “I don’t remember mixing our laundry together, ever.” You now said back crossing your arms against your chest suspiciously at Renjun.

You’re now assuming he stole them. But Renjun would never ever do such a thing essentially because it involved touching another person’s clothes they wear. He’s too much of a neat freak to be able to do that. So now you’re just thinking he’s either playing it cooly off now or you probably were clumsy enough to drop your panties in his laundry pile last week.

Renjun scowls at your interrogation right now. What is this? Police detective that you’re playing at? It’s obviously clear you’re the problem here right now.

He slants his empty laundry basket now away on the side and put on the black clothes pile into the first washing machine while he puts the lighter clothes in the second washing machine to start washing them. “So you’re now saying it’s me who would steal your panties? Please Y/n who do you think I am.” Renjun said clearly offended you’d think of him such a way. You roll your eyes. “I seen you checking up my shorts before, don’t act so innocent.”

Your sudden words calling him out on his behaviour that he was so sure you weren’t in knowledge about made him stunned in front of you. He turns to you with his eyes slightly avoiding eye contact now and he cleared his voice.

It’s clear he tries to be as calm and composed. Renjun puts on an unbothered look on his face. “You must’ve imagined that, Y/n. Not everyone wants to fuck you just because you’re good looking.”

He mocks you slightly so he can make this a little more believable but you didn’t seem to fall for it especially after how he’s avoiding your gaze. You scoff now putting in your laundry in the other free two washing machines. The dark and light separate. You close the washing machine door and put in the time to start it.

“I didn’t say you wanted to fuck me though?” You smirk out now catching him say that.

“Renjun you’re a very bad liar.” You said with slight sarcasm now. You can’t believe he’s trying to just slide past this now.

Renjun frowns coming up behind your back now his hands on the sides of your body and when you turn around you’re very close to him. Still there’s slight distance between the both of you. But now his hands are on the sides of your washing machine. You look up at him raising your eyebrows in surprise. You weren’t expecting him to come forward like this but he did to make a proven point.

He wants to prove to you that he really didn’t stare at your ass that time and checked it out. When he did actually but he was never going to admit that to you or anyone else. It was a mistake as well. Renjun couldn’t help himself. It’s like his eyes were forced to look at you in that moment.

He swore he would never do something like that again however, it’s kind of ironic now, Renjun was gazing you down on your face. “If I’m such a bad liar then look me in the eyes and listen to me.” He said to you and you look at his eyes. They were beautiful. They remind you of a crescent moon.

You’re staring at his eyes now and he repeats firmly as if he was now saying it to convince himself too. “I did not check your ass out that time.”

Your face leans closer and your breath and voice became lower and deeper now which makes Renjun’s skin cover with goosebumps. He hates that you’re very much an attractive young woman. It’s so much more unfair because Renjun can’t seem to handle the closeness between you and now that you only leaned more close towards him — it makes Renjun unsteady and his voice felt like a hitching spike in his throat that couldn’t even be moved.

Your eyes tell him to not lie to you. It’s like you’re telling him to just admit it and move on knowing you were not buying it. No matter how much he tried to convince you it’s not going to work on you and what you saw. You’re pretty much convinced already by your own belief.

“Did you take my panties?” You now ask him trying to see if he actually did or not.

Renjun groans as you now asked him again. He told you that it couldn’t be him and that it’s probably your silly fault because you’re the most non-organised roommate he has. And that says a lot knowing he has Mark Lee living with him too. “I didn’t take your damn panties Y/n.”

You scoff. “Well what did they do in your pile then?” Renjun told you with his eyes, like a warning threat that if you keep on trying to leer him into your interrogations he would do something to shut you up.

Renjun has enough when you were about to speak again and say something that could really set him off the edge and so he grabs your face. The hands on the side of your face pushed you forward where your lips crash against his own mouth now. He kissed you a bit harshly, to make a proven point to shut you up. It did work very much because this has shocked you as much as you hate to admit it too; your roommate was a great kisser. You let out a soft groan against the kiss when Renjun switched your positions pushing your body up against the washing machine now that you are using. He didn’t break the kiss at all and so your lips were now in a fiery state of making out on top of a washing machine. He pushed and deepens the kiss when he told his head to go in a tilting motion. It made you sighing in a deep grasp.

You looked irresistible so he couldn’t help himself at all. Renjun dislikes it when he cannot control himself around you. You made everything so difficult. Maybe because you are a very difficult person to be around with, to live with all this time, but without you Renjun’s life would be very dull that’s for sure. You felt your body go into a frenzy lockdown now. Your hands were on the sides of the machine until you attach them on Renjun’s neck pulling him slightly closer so he was pressed between your legs now. Your tongue pushed out of Renjun’s mouth causing a long string of saliva connecting your two red mouths. It was a hot sight to see Renjun so riled up and breathing heavily too.

You lean your head on the side when Renjun’s eyes couldn’t leave your shirt that you’re wearing. He felt annoyed that you’re fully clothed for once. He wished you were slightly more revealing right now. So his hands made it obvious now that he stripped your shirt off and you could feel the cold air coming from the room hitting your warm body.

Renjun groans against your neck as his rough grazing mouth explodes around your soft skin. It felt like an explosion when he’s kissing you so harshly like he was almost punishing you for pushing him off the edge by not believing him.

You squirm in the position he has you in. The way his weight was pressing down on your body it very much leaves you anticipating what’s to happen next. Renjun saw you whining and squirming now because of his mouth attacking your neck like it was nothing. He didn’t say anything to you but let’s a cruel smirk shown.

Your evidence was proven right. Renjun was here to simply pushing you a little now. You couldn’t do anything about it and you didn’t want to. You enjoyed seeing Renjun look so pissed off. All this built up anger in Renjun it was a rare sight but somehow you managed to get it out of him. You love it. You get to see his eyebrows arch down at you there was not a single happiness in those eyebrows he’s doing with them. You didn’t care if he’s going to tear you apart as much as he can. You didn’t care as long as you get to see that burning rage behind his eyes that you caused him to have.

It’s like you’re asking for it.

The fingers brush along your zipper to your jeans and he slips it down along with your jeans off your ankles it leaves you with your panties now. Renjun’s hand cups your sex now and this ring finger brushed to your clit clothed behind your soft fabric panties. You let out a pleasant smile and a groan now that he touched you somewhere you could react to in a good moment.

He scowls when you’re looking like you enjoy this situation. You’re not meant to be enjoying this but he cannot help but get annoyed even more that you’re practically begging for him to give you what you want now. “You’re not meant to be enjoying this, Y/n,” You heard him say to you.

He pulls his hands away from your area between the legs and now you’re left stranded. You let out a whine. “Do you have to be upset at me?” You groan. “Did you or did you not steal my panties…” You now ask with a little smirk behind your frustration on the face.

Renjun raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re asking me again?” He lets out a scoff now that your asking him again with your suspicions and so the hands at his belt unbuckled it taking off the trousers down the waist. He lets his jeans fall to the ground now and he looks at you with a dark warning gaze that said you shouldn’t ask him such a question again. “I told you three times already that I didn’t. So why bother repeating it?” He now said clearly unbothered by replying to you once more.

You feel your panties taken off and you couldn’t help but position your hands behind as he now slams himself in very subtle. Your mouth drops shaped in a little wide open posture as you creep in your moans. You swallow the harsh air and you feel his length taking a good place in your womb making it it’s home. You hate to think about your roommate this way but you always wondered how big he was and now your answer was given.

“God I can’t believe I’m about to fuck you without a condom…” Renjun closed his eyes reassuring himself that you must be clean. At least he hopes so. You furrow your eyebrows now at him, reassuring him slowly.

“I’m clean Renjun. God. You and your neat obsession—“ Your voice was cut off.

“Just shut up and take it.” He vows now telling you to be quiet. He doesn’t want to hear another word of complaint from you.

He was freaking huge and thick. You couldn’t really imagine him being inside you now but he was very slowly earning a spot and living inside your walls. Each stroke was meant with the anger inside him and that made you fall deeper in the pleasure. The depths of his rage and annoyance you put him through not just today.

No. It wasn’t just today’s anger you’re giving him. It’ was all the anger you made him feel all these months living with you for so long. The pettiness you give. The messiness you make wherever you go. Renjun just feels his head remembering all the things he holds against you that you weren’t even aware that he held against.

The time you left your dirty dinner plate lying somewhere. You didn’t even bother to clean it? It pissed off Renjun. That was a month ago. He didn’t mention anything because he cleaned it for you. Obviously you wouldn’t clean it because if he told you to do it you’d reply with ‘Okay!’ And then forget again. He sometimes wonders if he’s your servant or if you’re just trying to get out of doing your chores.

He groans now that he slams himself even deeper. The thrusts became cruel and aggressive. You hung your desperate expression against your palm. Your one arm was positioned behind on the washing machine so when you move your hips against the cruel countering and dangerous thrusts you can’t help but bury your moan in your palm hoping it doesn’t explode out like a combustion. Your droopy eyes were like a comet to Renjun.

They fell down on earth for him when he was deeply thrusting and pushing in and out of your direction to your pussy. His dick made you feel a lot more than just pleasure. They made you associate yourself with how much you trouble Renjun and you can’t help but feel like your pressure was going haywire.

He angrily leans forward now capturing your mouth with his. He kissed you hungrily while he keeps thrusting in and out of you way more quicker now than before and it caused you to break the kiss with your panting voice.

“F-fuck… Renjun…” You weren’t supposed to be enjoying this but your insides were squeezing so tight you feel your stomach sucking in. He was kneading inside you like you’re a folding bread that he was making from the compounds.

You’re like a toy that was broken up into pieces by Renjun and then fixed up brand new. It felt like this with his enlarge hands on your hips pushing you forward now even more as you’re on top of the washing machine spread like a statue just for him, just for Renjun.

It was a public setting too which was completely out of your idea until now. Renjun didn’t seem to care too much. He was too focused on your beautiful face looking so fucked out when he’s ramming inside you non-stop in your insides and with each squeeze you’re milking him to his climax.

He wasn’t being the kindest to you. As much as this was very intimate with him and he held your body close so he could devour your insides like the next Hanging Babylon. When Renjun wanted to torture you some more he rushed his free hand over your clit and rubbed it in a flicking motion with all his fingers as he keeps thrusting into you at the same time; Renjun’s multitasking to have you coming undone. It’s like punishment for you.

You moan helplessly out now. Your moans were coming off as a desperate wail.

Punishment for being a nightmare to live with. But as much as you’re a nightmare and a complete health hazard to share a home with. He was thankful for you in some ways. You’re not thoughtful for other’s space. You’re clingy when you’re bored. You break things. You’re clumsy. You are the messiest person on earth. Yet he wouldn’t swap you for someone else even if it meant the world was ending.

Maybe he grew attached to you. Maybe he was feeling something for you nowadays.

Your hands were scratching underneath his shirt that he has on, running down the smooth soft and olive-like back he has. Renjun let’s out sweet groans close to your ears as you did this action. He seem to be in heaven when your fingers crossed his skin. It felt like magic you’re doing to him.

“I’m so close.” You bite your bottom lip as your head pressed against his chest when Renjun came closer now and starts to look you in the eyes as you’re standing on the very tip of the cliff now.

He stood with you there because he, himself, was very close now to his own climax and Renjun frowns when each thrust brought him closer. “I’m going to pull out.” He warns and when he did suddenly pull out Renjun made sure to get you your orgasm. He can be nice you see?

He brushed his fingers inside your pulsing walls and he managed to finger you to your nearest orgasm. He loves seeing you squirm against his hands now because it shows how good he’s making you feel. Renjun feels almost proud when he saw your orgasm and he feels it reaching his fingers.

It was a bit messy for his liking but maybe he likes seeing you become a mess when it’s him doing it to you. Only a little.

You slowly regain your concentration and you slide off the washing machine as you go on your knees now. You suddenly wrap your hands around his hard twitching cock that’s begging to have its own climax now and you’re here to delivery that.

Renjun’s eyes darken as he saw you on your knees looking so pretty with your trembling legs because you just had a massive orgasm; however it’s not fair that you’re the one orgasming and he couldn’t. You should return the favour. Your hands stroke his cock up and down and it didn’t take long to have Renjun groaning.

You feel his member twitch in your hand and then the liquid came out all over your mouth and face. You let it drip down a little and you didn’t mind it. You prefer it messy anyways. You feel the warmth emitting on your skin and you take a lick and wipe yourself once he was done with a silent groan as you pushed him to his orgasm.

To you he looks like the most dreamy guy. He shut his eyes for a little before regaining his sight back and he pulls away to take a deep breath.

You move your sinewy back to the nearest wall and slowly start to pull your panties up and your jeans. You seen Renjun doing the same as he pulls his trousers up to his waist now and you can’t help but have a smirk.

“I remembered now.” You exclaim with your mischievous eyes. He looks at you raising an eyebrow wondering what did you remember?

“What is it?” Renjun said with a confused expression.

You smirk. “I dropped my panties in your laundry pile when I was walking back to my room after laundry.” You announced with a little laugh.

You guess you really are a messy roommate. And Renjun was right.

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thatsatricky1 · 9 months ago

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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || Prologue

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Thriller, Trauma, Weird Humor.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Slight gore, mentions of blood, mentions of being wounded, angst, abandonment.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,4k+

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This does not depict an accurate picture of Nct Dream and this is strictly fantasy/fiction for entertainment purposes.

“Run Donghyuck!”

“What do you think I’m doing, strolling through the garden?” Donghyuck replied sharply out of breath as he ran as fast as he could, adrenaline filling his body making him unaware of the stinging feeling in his feet. Jaemin a few paces ahead of him.

Donghyuck skidded to a stop once he finally saw everyone in front of him. Breathing heavily as his eyes scanned over the familiar faces, relief dripping from him but his breath that he finally was catching back was stolen again, eyes widening in realisation.

“Where’s Y/n?!” He barely managed to get the question out from how he was trying to catch his breath back.

“She is coming, don't worry we have one more minute before they start looking for us.” Mark replied, grabbing Donghyuck’s hand, tugging him over to the rest of the group waiting at the mahogany wooden door.

“No this isn’t right, she should have gotten here first.” Donghyuck gasped out in between sucking air greedily back into his body that was desperate for oxygen.

“The security around her hall was timed differently than usual, they changed the rotation early.” Jaemin replied, also heaving in breaths. The whole group needed to gain their breath back.

Renjun winced while checking his pocket watch again, thirty seconds had past, eyes looking down the dark corridor, hearing the blood pulsing behind his ears like a drum.

”Thirty more seconds.” Renjun barely managed to get out.

They’d said from the start that no one would be left behind. The eight of them against the world if they had too. But it had taken months to plan this escape and it looked like one random security route change up would ruin that.

The boys share a glance with each other before Jeno steps to the front deciding something that would change their future.

“We need to leave now.”

“What no. Fuck no. We wait.” Jaemin disturbed as he shook head, eyes widening at Jeno’s words.

“Ten seconds.” Renjun spoke only focusing on his pocket watch hand gripping it tight.

“Our time is limited Jaemin, we can’t wait anymore. She would want us to escape even if she doesn’t get out.” Jeno stressed out grabbing his hair with both hands tugging on it.

Jeno didn’t want to leave her behind but what other option did they have. Stay and continue suffering? They had all been waiting years to get away from the hell hole they were trapped in.

“Jeno is right, there’s no time left.” Mark managed to say even if every fiber of his being didn’t want to admit it.

“Are you out of your mind?” Donghyuck says moving to tug at Mark’s vest slightly red in the face whether from the running or anger no one could tell, most likely both.

“Five seconds.”

“We get it!” Donghyuck spat at Renjun who was still insistently calling out the time left before they really had to go unless they wanted to be stuck there.

“Donghyuck we need to go, she’ll understand.” Mark cut his yelling off lest they get any unwanted attention grabbing his friend's face, cupping his jaw in his hands to face him. Mark noticed the tears welling in his friend's eyes.

”Promise. Promise me that she’ll understand.” Donghyuck all but begged.

“I… I promise.” Mark managed to grit out through clenched teeth.

Mark letting go of Donghyucks face when he finally nodded back.

“Will she be okay?” Jisung finally spoke up, unlike the others who held back tears, his were free flowing.

“Y/n is tough, she’ll be okay Jisung.” Jeno reassured with a tight lipped smile, not sure if he was trying to convince Jisung or himself.

“She will be okay.” Chenle spoke up with a determined look. Out of all of them, Y/n was always the one to keep it together.

“Waiting period is over.” Renjun stated putting away his pocket watch, lip quivering as he watched the hallway in front of them. Silence, with no familiar footsteps coming towards them anytime soon.

Flashes of red neon hued lights flashing on and off. A blaring alarm ringing through the air signally something was wrong in the facility. An attempted escape.

Y/n didn’t know what to focus on. The burning feeling all over her body, muscles aching and screaming for a break, throat dry and swollen from air being swallowed down greedily and being exhaled too fast, blood thumping and rushing. Not to mention the gushing wound on her side.

The stomping of boots fading in the background as she made pace. Always having been the fastest, something the facility took pride in but not at this moment.

For the first time in what felt like days, weeks even she smiled. A smile of relief. Her freedom, her boys freedom so close she could touch it. Somehow the hope in her stomach pushed her faster as she bounded down the second last hallway. Hand still pushing pressure into the side of her torso.

“I’m coming! Boys I’m nearly there!” Y/n let the scream ripple out her dry cracked lips, not needing to be quiet as she was already being chased down. By the ones who’d taken her in the first place.

Taking a sharp right, managing to keep her footing as she raced across the sterile white tiles bare feet staining the floor red in her wake. Seeing the dark mahogany door now.

Her smile dropped into a frown of confusion as she raced down it, not seeing a person in sight. Not the seven figures she’d been expecting to be there. Skidding to a stop a few steps away from the door, that had been left ajar.

Her breathing haggered as she stood wobbling, balance unstable as her eyes trained on the door. Trying to wrap her head around the sight before her. Though it was plain and simple to connect the dots, her mind could and would not accept the sight.

Hand leaving her side slipping away from her gushing wound, slow droplets of blood rolling down her paling hand, falling down onto the once clean white tiles below her.

”No.” Her whisper lost between the loud blaring alarm.

Her figure disappears into the darkness only to reappear every few seconds in the floodlights of red coming from the lights. Swaying slightly now yet her eyes stayed trained on the door, the one that led to her escape.

Her body tried to take a steady deep inhale through her nose but a sudden blinding pain caught her off guard spreading through her head, time seemingly slowing down as her sight seemed to be going sideways.

Y/n not even noticing it wasn’t just her sight going sideways but her body that collapses down onto the ground. A figure behind her being revealed not much older than herself as he stood there eyes wide gazing down at her, his grip on the metal pipe in his hand tighter if possible.

Her body thumped onto the ground in a heap, a mess. Eye glazed over with unshed tears, pain radiating through her. Not just physically but from deep within her.

“Good job Jeongin, very well done my boy.” An older man’s voice cut through the loud alarms.

Y/n not being able to hear it, everything sounding drowned, like she was underwater. She laid there unfocused eyes still staring at that mahogany door from where she was on the floor.

“I told you not to harm my girl, only to detain her!” The older man's voice sounded angry now yelling at people in the distance finally having caught up a bit too late to her.

“Get her to the medical ward, don’t harm her any further or you’ll all be missing a hand as punishment. We’ve already lost seven of my boys, my girl isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Y/n barely felt the touches against her body, not even the hand that pressed tightly against her wounded side. Her body being dragged up, held against someone as they started walking away from the door.

Her hand just barely managed to lift weakly up in the direction of the wooden door that was slowly getting further away.

‘They left me.’ Was all that ran through her head, hand falling limp, her eyes finally failing her as her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open, the pressure of her eyes closing finally letting a tear slip past rolling down her cheek.

They left me.

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pairing : ot22 x reader. sm rookies! shohei/eunseok/seunghan x reader. sungtaro x reader.

genre : fluff + angst + suggestive content throughout.

warnings : suggestive content from a certain point. implications of bullying, swearing. toxic relationships. further warnings at every preview, written chapter etc please tell me if there are warnings I may have missed. everything in this fic is fictional. STORY COMPLETED BEFORE TAEIL’S REMOVAL SO HE MIGHT BE MENTIONED IN A COUPLE CHAPTERS ESP JOHNNY’S

summary : in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.

status : completed

taglist : @matchahyuck @haisuken @dinonuguaegi @replayenthusiast @90s-belladonna @scftharu @ahnneyong @liliansun

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author’s note : now pls bear with me, this is kind of a concept that rattles me a little bit so pay attention to the previews which are listed as ‘phones’. timestamps aren’t necessarily important unless stated. i’ve had this idea in my head for 3+ years now and i've written about 13 chapters and i just cannot hold on any longer so here it is.

EDITED : I will be deleting taeil’s chapter and because he is mentioned in another chapter or two he will be a warning.

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prologue :

P H O N E (1)

chapter one : hong seunghan

chapter two : osaki shotaro

chapter three : REMOVED

chapter four : matsushima shohei

chapter five : jung jaehyun

P H O N E (2)

chapter six : chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

chapter seven : park jisung

chapter eight : lee jeno

chapter nine : lee taeyong

chapter ten : jung sungchan

P H O N E (3)

chapter eleven : yuta nakamato

P H O N E (6)

chapter twelve : wong kunhang

chapter thirteen : kim doyoung

P H O N E (7)

chapter fourteen : song eunseok

chapter fifteen : na jaemin

chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

chapter seventeen : mark lee

chapter eighteen : zhong chenle

chapter nineteen : liu yangyang

chapter twenty : johnny suh

chapter twenty one : dong sicheng

P H O N E (8)

chapter twenty two : qian kun

chapter twenty three : xiao dejun

chapter twenty four : kim jungwoo

chapter twenty five : huang renjun

P H O N E (9)

epilogue : you, again

author's confessions + thank you wrap up

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saythenametotheworld · 6 days ago

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Campus Confessions | nct series

College is a whirlwind of unforgettable moments, spontaneous romances, and messy, heart-pounding drama. Through every crush, fling, and heartbreak, you learn what it really means to be young, wild, and in love.

Genre: college AU, anthology, romance Status: unwritten Pairing: NCT 00-Line x Reader Warnings: mature themes Notes: 5 parts, not including the Prologue. Part 1, Foolish One, drops on 11/25! It will be a weekly update from then onwards. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know them personally and do not claim they would ever behave like they were portrayed in this story.

1. Foolish One (Huang Renjun)

A chance encounter with Renjun at the campus library turns into late-night study sessions and stolen moments. He's everything you're looking for—thoughtful, kind, intelligent. But is this the start of something real, or just a story you’re telling yourself?

2. Wonderland (Liu Yangyang)

A carefree spring break, a charming stranger, and a whirlwind of moments that feel like they’ll last forever. You and Yangyang both knew it wouldn't, but boy, it was hands down the best spring break ever.

3. The Way I Loved You (Lee Jeno)

You swore you were done with Jeno, but moving on is harder than you thought. Renjun is everything Jeno wasn’t—steady, kind, good for you. So why do you keep going back to the one who's given you nothing but disappointment?

4. Guilty as Sin (Lee Donghyuck)

A summer in Mykonos, a tumultuous romance, and a classmate who’s always been trouble—only this time, you’re too broken to care. What starts as an escape from the wreckage of your past relationship soon becomes a mess of its own. Was it worth it?

5. Long Story Short (Na Jaemin)

Na Jaemin—your best friend, the one person who’d always been there for you, comes to help you back to your feet again. But is it too late to finally see him for what he truly is? For the first time, you are choosing to love yourself, and in doing so, you wonder if you can ever let him go—or if you even need to.

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winwintea · 6 months ago

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the last dance - huang renjun

PAIRING ▸ painter!huang renjun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, angst, lots of angst, supernatural, wayyy too much angst

WARNINGS ▸ angst. and character death

SUMMARY ▸ [part of the last love series!] you've fallen in love with the gentle painter, renjun. though the locals call you a witch, renjun doesn't seem to care. but that all changes when they come to kill you. no matter how much pain it causes, you'll never regret falling in love with him.

WORD COUNT ▸3.7k (not proofread 😭)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ suffer

PROLOGUE | MASTERLIST

Something feels quite warm… it was an unusually comforting warmth, and it lay right beside you. You opened your eyes- “Renjun?” The source of the warmth was the human Renjun, who was lying next to you in bed. Strange. What is he doing asleep in your room? And yet, all your questions and concerns disappeared when you looked at his sleeping face. He was as beautiful as an angel. Renjun had more than an angel’s good looks. He had the heart of one too.

You recalled your first real conversation, just a few days after he’d arrived here. There had been an accident in the stables with one of our horses. Renjun was going to be trampled. You’d pushed him out of the way. He carried your bruised and broken body inside, apologizing all the while… “Oh, god…! Oh, miss, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for you to get hurt! I should have gotten out of the way…!”

You felt so bad seeing Renjun blame himself, that before you knew it you were saying, “It’s all right. You mustn’t fear for me. I’m what they call… a witch.”

“A witch?” “See for yourself. My wounds…they’re gone.” You gestured towards your arms, displaying them for him to see.

“So, you can… cast magic?”

“...Not exactly. Humans are quick to label all they deem as frightening witches, but my true title is an eterni.”

“‘Frightening?’” “Yes. Those who know of us and this place fear it and refuse to talk about it. It’s all quite silly, when you pause to think!” I tried to laugh it off in an attempt to lighten the mood, but Renjun looked serious.

“You don’t have to smile if it makes you sad. You don’t have to lock away your emotions. That forced smile doesn’t look right on you. And they shouldn’t call you such awful names. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a person, just like me. And a nice one, too.” “But I’m not like you, I’m a-” “Your wounds may heal fast, but did they hurt when you got them?”

His point resonated with me. You’d never had a human care so much. The ice that had formed around your heart after so much pain and betrayal began to melt with his words. Could you… trust him? “See, Y/n? There’s nothing separating you and me. Nothing that I care about.” After that, you and Renjun began to spend more time together. To the exclusion of the other men Ricky had brought. That didn’t mean you expected to see him in your bed! Just then, Renjun stirred… “..mmhm..Good…morning… huh? Y/n? What are you doing in my bed?” “I’m afraid you’re in my bed, Renjun.” “...I am…?” Renjun sat up and looked around in shock. “... I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen for some water. I guess I ended up in your room. Sorry, I still don’t know this place well!” He was even charming when he was guilty. Renjun truly seemed descended from the angels. “Do not apologize. You were warm, so I was rather happy to have you in bed with me.” “Um.. you were?” “I mean, it’s not the fact that you were in bed with me that made me happy! It was-” Actually, there’s nothing incorrect about what you said. It DID make you happy. You couldn’t seem to explain it right.

Renjun leaned forward in bed, looking at you. “Are you saying I’m like a dog?” “A dog?” “Yeah. Like you felt happy because it was just like sleeping with a big, warm dog?”

Of course it wasn’t the same. Because Renjun, I’ve fallen in love with you…

You’d fallen in love with the man who smiled at you and told you, you were the same. He had let you feel what you’d never felt before. But you’d decided not to tell this to Renjun. For you were soon to leave this world… “There’s nothing to fear. I don’t think of you as a dog. Although, you are a bit like a puppy.” “Wait, so now I’m a smaller dog…?” “I simply mean that you’re cute. Now, you will want breakfast, of course. And after that, you’re going to paint, aren’t you?” He smiled and nodded. Truly, you couldn’t bear to darken such a bright smile with your grim fate.

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Changing into his artist’s apron, Renjun set up his easel in the garden. He got to work quickly and quietly, the mark of a professional. Renjun’s profession was painter. He specialized in portraits.

“Now that the underlying sketch is complete, you’re going to add in the color-?” “That’s right. This is actually my favorite part of the job. Though it’s the most challenging.” In one hand, he held his palette, thick dollops of paint creating a cascade of colors.

While pretending to read, you surreptitiously watched Renjun at work. You had once asked him why he chose portraiture of all subjects. Renjun told you that he wanted to capture the emotions of his subjects in the moment. How they lived, not just the way they looked. You could see yourself spending an eternity with someone as wonderful as him. But that was wrong for him. His life and his work was so passionately mortal. Renjun captured what was everlasting. You could not take away what he was. “...Yep, it’s time for a break.” “Renjun, may I ask you something?” He shook his head and nodded, “I was hoping you could promise me something. Once the full moon comes, the gate will open and you’ll be free to leave the mansion.” Renjun nodded again, curiosity in his dark almond eyes. “When that happens, I want you to paint as many portraits as possible. To capture as many smiles on your canvas as you can.”

His voice was soft when he spoke again, “All right. I promise. But first, can you tell me something in exchange?” Those beautiful eyes of his suddenly became clouded, “Why did your butler bring us here in the first place? What did you need?” It was the question you’d most feared. “I’ve just been thinking. You haven’t tried to attack anyone, so… why?”

He was right in that he was brought here for a purpose. Renjun and the others had been brought here for you to turn into lesser eterni to continue the line… and save your life. But you had rebelled against that notion and chosen to fade away instead of sharing a fate you found worse than death… “There was no reason, not really! You see, it has been Ricky and me alone for so long now. It seems Ricky got the silly notion that I might want more company. That I would feel lonely now for the first time in centuries! It’s unfathomable, don’t you think?” “Well, I can’t say, since I haven’t lived even a fraction of your lifetime, but I don’t think loneliness is something you get used to. I think you can feel it at any time. And that you can’t easily ignore it.” Renjun spoke to your soul. His paintings could reveal someone’s true self; his words had the same power. “Hey, Y/n? After the gate opens and we’re let out, is it possible to come back? Could I come back and see you?” He wanted to come back here? Your heart ached with a desire to say yes… but you will be gone as soon as he leaves. “That would be a terrible idea. What if you got trapped here for another month? You should spend that time painting!” “I’ll find the time. I’ll make it work.”

“You really can’t. You mustn’t.” Renjun wasn’t satisfied but he didn’t argue, “Hmm. If I can’t… then tell me what I can do to help you now, before I leave.” How could he be so kind? If you could request one thing of Renjun… “Would you dance with me before the full moon has taken it’s place in the sky?” “You want me to dance with you?” “Yes. I used to love dancing, but I’ve lost anyone to dance with a long, long time ago. How does that sound?” “Of course I’ll dance with you. I might need some time to practice if I’m going to be any good at it. Can you wait a little?” You nodded, feigning a smile.

I’m sorry, Renjun. It’s true that I love dancing and dreamed of sharing a dance with the one I love.

Pureblood eterni stop aging past a certain point, which is why we can never stay in one place else we can be caught. And so you’d never sought out love, with a human or eterni. You could not risk them suffering the horrendous fate of your family. Please allow me this selfish wish. A last memory of you that I can carry with me until the end…

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Ricky tended to the front gardens, though his heart was not in it. “Hmm? That is most curious.” There appeared to be a stake planted just outside the gate. Attached to it was a sign. “...This…is not good!” Ricky’s cries were unfortunately heard by Renjun who had happened to be nearby, “Hey, Ricky. What’s that sig-” Renjun stopped and read it for himself. The sign read: “The occupants of this cursed residence have been found guilty of witchcraft and will be punished with death.” “‘Witchcraft’? They must mean Y/n.” “How did you know madame has-?” “Early on, she told me she’d been called a witch before.” “My lady has done nothing wrong-! Some years ago, I..I had encouraged her to visit the city. But there was an accident. She saved people with no thought to her own safety, but when they saw her wounds heal rapidly, they called her a witch.” “She’s always sacrificing herself to help others.” Renjun’s gaze fell, his voice soft. “Ricky, have you gotten these kinds of notices before? Any threatening letters?” “No. Not since we hid ourselves away. This is all my fault. Because I trapped the five of you here, they’ve come to kill us..” Ricky, normally calm and collected, was shaken to his core; steel eyes now pale with fright. “The gates will open on the full moon. If they storm the mansion, there is nothing we can do. Oh, Madame, what have I done?” “Ricky, it’s going to be all right. If they do come, I’ll talk to them. Once they know we’re all right they’ll understand. I won’t let them kill Y/n or you. Listen, you had some reason for bringing us here, right? Some reason important enough to risk being discovered?” Ricky was startled out of his thoughts, though any words died on his tongue, “If you don’t want to say what it is, that’s okay. Let me say something instead… I’ll help you protect Y/n. No matter what. So don’t worry. I’ll be all right.” Ricky said nothing as Renjun continued on, “First let’s make sure the others don’t find out about this, especially Y/n, okay?” Renjun moved some vines to disguise the view of the sign from their side of the gate, “It hurt her enough to be called a witch. I don’t want her to have to know about this.” “Why do you care so much for madame?” “I guess I only have one answer to that… I love her. So of course I want to protect her.” Renjun spoke, his voice strong and true. “Sir Renjun, I must-” “What is it Ricky?” “If you are indeed… in love with the Madame, then I feel as if I must tell you something. Though my lady forbid me to speak of it, on the night of the full moon she will…” —

The final days passed frighteningly fast. At last, the full moon began to reveal it’s pale form beyond the horizon. You can feel it. Somehow, you know when the moon reaches it’s final point, your end will come. You changed into a dress suitable for dancing and waited for Renjun’s arrival. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Y/n.” “Renjun!” He met you on the balcony, stunning in his suit and his angelic smile. “You look especially beautiful tonight. Of course, you always look pretty.” “You think so?” “Yeah. I mean, I think you already know I’m no good at lying.” “I had some idea. Thank you, Renjun.” Renjun turned his hand up and held it out, “Will you give me this dance, my lady?”

You’d danced with stylishly dressed partners. Renjun, wearing the jacket he arrived in and a touch of moonlight, outshone them all. “...It would be my pleasure.” I lay my hand in his and we took our first steps together. There was no orchestra playing for us. There were no chandeliers, just the moon above. But you would rather be dancing here, than in the grandest dance hall. You had not expected your last night to end in such a pleasant way. With this as your final memory, you could happily turn to ash. Or so you told yourself. “Renjun, the gate will be opening any moment. It may already be open, in fact.” Renjun said nothing. Perhaps he was looking for the words to say goodbye? “Do not worry. There’s nothing you need to say. Though before you go, I wish to thank-” “Don’t say thank you like you’re saying goodbye.” His voice was still ringing in your ears when you realized Renjun was now holding you tight. “Renjun? Wh-what is it?” “I promise I won’t let you die.” “...W-what do you…?” “Ricky told me that if you don’t let a human drink your blood by tonight, you’ll turn to ash.” The peaceful lie you had created shattered. So it had come to this. “But then they become an eterni. And you’d rather disappear yourself, than do that to someone. Right?” There was nothing to say. He was right. “I don’t want you to disappear, Y/n. Won’t you let me drink your blood instead?” The arms that held me and the voice that pled with me were all shaking. “Renjun, I cannot do that.” “Why not?” He broke from me, his gaze pained. “Look at me, Y/n.”

Suddenly there were shouts from below. Angry shouts. They were getting louder. You leaned over the balcony to look out into the garden; you were shocked by what you saw. A crowd of humans were spilling through the open gates and into the mansion grounds. “...They’re here.” “Who are they? What is going on?” “It’s nothing. I’ll be right back. Please, promise me you’ll stay here.” He smiled as if to calm me, but Renjun raced down the stairs with frightening urgency. It obviously wasn’t nothing! You looked back at the townspeople outside your home. Torches and weapons–both real and improvised–held high. That mob. You had seen their kind before. You could not let Renjun go out there alone. No sooner had you exited into the foyer, you saw them coming in through the front door. They had taken Ricky. “Release the men you’ve taken prisoner and bring out the witch!” “I’ve been trying to tell you, we’ve already released them! As for the madame, I am afraid I cannot let you in to see her!” “He lies! I’m sure they’ve already killed them! MONSTERS! You and your devil’s mistress will pay with your lives!” Their cries for vengeance rose louder until they were furious and uncontrollable. They grabbed Ricky, restrained and shoved him, attempting to push him through the crowd at the door and outside. Five men go missing from the village. Of course they would come searching. And now, they’re here to kill us. I needed to do something, but fear–memories of my family’s brutal slaughter–froze me to the spot. Until I heard a voice. “She’s not a witch!” “Is that… Renjun? It’s you! You’re alive?!” “Yes, I’m alive! And she didn’t kill the others either! That’s why I won’t let you kill her!” You wanted to call out to him. They wouldn’t listen. “She’s bewitched you! Renjun, wake up! Remember who you are! You’re human!” Another added, “W-what if it’s too late? Where’s the witch? She may be speaking through him!” “No! Listen to me. I haven’t been bewitched and I’m not being controlled! Everyone, please. Let them both go. Put down your weapons so we can all talk.” “Renjun. All right. We can talk… just prove to us it’s still you. First, show us where the witch is-” Renjun was growing more and more annoyed at his peers, “Are you listening to me? She’s not a witch! I won’t let you see her until you understand.” “D-do you hear that? He’s protecting her! He’s become her familiar! It’s too late for him. Kill him! Then we kill the witch!” Two men grabbed him, one on each side. Another readied his weapon. You ran towards them. “Renjun!” Faster than a human could, you reached him; you threw your arms around him; you felt the blade that was meant for him piece you through. Over the fire and pain in my body, I heard a kind voice say, “Your wounds may heal fast, but did they hurt when you got them?” “Y/n…?” You opened your eyes and there was Renjun. Then he stared, stunned at his hand, red with crimson blood. “Your hand… you’re not hurt… are you?” “No. Y-you’re hurt… you’re b-bleeding… Why? I told you to stay there!” “I couldn’t… let you face them… alone…” Renjun looked in horror as the blood kept spreading. Your wounds were not healing this time. Your body had already reached its limits. Renjun turned his attention to the townsfolk as he shouted angrily, “Do you see now? Do you see what you’ve done? LOOK AT HER! She’s not a witch! Would a witch sacrifice herself to protect a human? W-would a witch-...?! …Get out. All of you, get out! Go! And never hurt this poor woman again!” What magic Renjun had used, I did not know. But his tears… an angel’s tears, had doused their murderous rage. Distantly, so distantly now, I heard the crowd disperse. When I opened my eyes, only Renjun and Ricky remained. “M-my lady, I will fetch some water! Give me… Just a moment and soon you will be-...” “No, Ricky… It is already time. Besides, I wish for you to stay.”

“Madame… this is all my fault.” Renjun on the other hand was equally as distressed as Ricky was, maybe even a little bit more, “Why? Why couldn’t I protect you? After I swore to keep you safe, I couldn’t!” “My dearest Renjun… You have protected me from more than you can possibly know…” He looked ready to cry. And so I took his hand and guided it to my heart. “You saved my heart from my fear��” “Your heart?”

“Do you remember…telling me nothing separated us…? And when you defended me just now.” I heard the quiet approach of death like the fall of sand from an hourglass. “It was thanks to you. I was able to save the ones important to me…I couldn’t die happier.” “Y/n…”

Thank you, Renjun, for descending from heaven to give me peace before the end.

You could not see him anymore. But you could feel his hand. You squeezed it. “R-Renjun…?” “What is it Y/n?” You felt him lean in close.

“I was happy for the time we spent together… I loved watching you paint. P-please, will you paint more…? Will you show… everyone… your beautiful art..?” “Don’t go… Don’t go, Y/n…!” “I love you.” Those words softly escaped your lips as quick as your breath left.

“Y/n? Y/n, open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at me once more…” Moonlight seemed to emanate from your still features, until your body broke apart and dispersed into drifting ash. Only the memory of your smile was left now. Not the smile of a witch or human, but of an angel… — Though it felt as if life itself might stop for those who lost Y/n, time continued on. A few months after that night, Ricky carried a bouquet of sunflowers to lay on the grave memorializing Y/n. It was Renjun who had arranged for her ashes to be buried here. And today… “Sir Renjun, is that you?” “Hey Ricky. I had a strange feeling I might run into you here today.” “But of course. This is where my lady rests. And I swore to serve her faithfully until death. But what brings you here…?” “I’ve been painting another portrait. It’s just about finished. Would you like to see it?” Renjun set the portrait upon the easel. Ricky covered his mouth with his hands. But his eyes-he could not look away. For etched on the canvas was Y/n, smiling at him with her gentle smile. Renjun closed his eyes and recalled the words he’d shared with Y/n, not so long ago… “Renjun, may I ask you something? I was hoping you could promise me something. Once the full moon comes, the gate will open and you’ll be free to leave the mansion.” He realized then that she might have always known this was how it would end. “When that happens, I want you to paint as many portraits as possible. To capture as many smiles on your canvas as you can.”

Renjun turned to look at Ricky again, “I promised Y/n I’d paint portraits and make lots of people happy. And I will. But before I got started on that, well, there was one portrait I had to paint first. It’s the portrait of the person I wanted to bring a smile to the most.” “I believe madame must surely be watching you and smiling right now. Just like she is in your painting…” Renjun looked at her image and smiled back, tears in his eyes. The last thing to do was give it a title. “A promise to your smile.”

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k-femdove · 2 years ago

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First Love: Prologue || H.RJ

pairing :: sub!renjun x afab!reader (+ a hint of chenle x reader but not really)

warnings :: first love au, sexual banter (it’s just chenle moaning as a joke), light profanity

word count :: 1k | not beta read

sypnosis :: In a world where your family can see who their first love is going to be, you are unable to love anyone until you end up with that person. Not a big deal, right? The only problem is that your first love is moving and you only have a week to make him fall in love.

or; my take on the soulmate au

playlist link here! or listen to ‘fall for you’ by sarah kang

prologue

First loves have always been essential to romantic classics. Some weren’t concerned- marrying your first love was rare. To others, there was nothing more special.

Not to sound corny, but you were different. With romance, you stand out from the crowd. It was something straight out of fanfiction.

You could tell when you met your first love. It was an indescribable feeling. A small heart would appear on your wrist and theirs, which they rarely noticed.

The ability came with a couple of drawbacks. There was no avoiding the relationship. Fate would bring the two of you together.

However, this never guaranteed a good relationship. If you were being honest, the so-called talent wasn’t very beneficial. In reality, not one person in your family stayed with their first love. That was another downfall to the ability; you weren’t supposed to stay together, which was different from having a soulmate. The moment fate changed, their heart would turn into a mole.

Most of your family had their experience when in their teens, the perfect age of experimentation. Then there’s you come in.

Here you were, 22 and loveless, but you didn’t worry about it. You lived an ordinary life.

After years without a lover, you began to believe that this whole “first love” thing wasn’t true. Besides, it’s not like your life was a cheesy romance drama. A gift like that seemed nothing short of preposterous.

Startled by a sudden loud noise, your thoughts had been disturbed. You turned and saw your friend, frozen in shock, standing above a pile of shattered glass.

“Jesus christ, Chenle.” You breathed out, looking around the cafe. “You’re lucky that there’s no one in here right now. I’m surprised that you’re not fired yet.”

Chenle rolled his eyes and went to grab a broom. “Whatever, y/n. You know you love me.” He said with a smirk.

You laughed at his antics. What he said was true. No matter how stupid Chenle acted, he was still your best friend.

After Chenle nearly slipped on the glass, he shot you a dirty look.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?” He asked, beckoning you over.

While the two of you cleaned, it was only natural for a conversation to start up. It started slowly at first, but eventually, your family came up.

“Say, y/n, have you fallen in love yet?” He questioned teasingly. You narrowed your eyes, ready to respond, but he cut you off. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll know when you see them.”

You pushed him playfully, resulting in an exaggerated whine.

“What about you, lover boy?” You inquired with a sly smile. “What about your roommate? The one that’s moving out next week?”

“Oh, Renjun?” He responded, scrunching his nose.

“That’s the one. When do I get to meet him?”

Chenle was about to deny your requests, but paused in reconsideration.

“Actually,” he started, “He’s stopping by soon.”

Surprised, you looked at Chenle. “Oh, for real? Have fun with that.”

Annoyed, he sighed. “You can have him. He’s cute and all, but so not my type.”

“And what makes you think he’s mine?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a seat.

“Dude, I dunno-“

The bell rang as the cafe door opened, and a cold gust of wind blew into the cafe.

That’s when he walked in. The prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. It wasn’t love at first sight, but something close to that. The boy had soft brown hair and dark eyes that sparkled in the light. His bangs lay lightly against his forehead and down to his eyes. He wore a little fur hat and a small smile that pulled you in. His cheeks were pink from the cold weather.

The rest of the interaction went by quickly. You watched as the boy hugged Chenle before making his way over to you. As soon as you locked eyes with him, you felt a strange wave of warmth wash over you. Your fingers grew numb and your wrist began to burn.

“So you’re y/n? I’m Renjun, Chenle’s roommate.”

The rest of the meeting went by quickly. You exchanged a couple of words, and then he was gone. As soon as the door closed, you turned to Chenle, your eyes wide.

“That’s him.” You gasped.

“What?” Chenle asked, confused.

“He’s the one.” You said.

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” Chenle began, but then looked into your eyes and down at your wrist. “No fucking way.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight. There’s a heart permanently tattooed on your wrist because you saw some dude that just so happens to be my roommate that’s literally about to move away. Now you have to date him before he’s gone or else nothing in your love life will work out until years later when you run into him, but you’ll never actually end up with him so your heart is broken either way? And it’s gonna crush you so your love life will suck anyways because fate will make you fall in love with him even though you aren’t in love with him now? And it’s not supposed to be a big deal?”

You thought about it before saying, “well when you say it like that… I don't really know what to do.”

“Why don’t you just seduce him or something?” Chenle suggested, walking over to you. “Try pinning him against the couch.”

“That’s cheesy as hell.” You said, crossing your arms.

“So? Renjun’s never dated someone before. He probably loves that kind of shit.’’

You rolled your eyes and pinned Chenle down, his head hitting the cushion.

“Have you fallen for me yet?” You asked jokingly.

He laughed before putting on his best Renjun impression.

“Oh god y/n,” he moaned as you snickered, “you’re soooooo hot.”

You heard someone walk into the living room, and you and Chenle jerked your heads towards the intruder.

Renjun’s eyes widened, and already red ears grew even redder. He was already concerned when he heard the moan, and now his fears had been confirmed.

“I- uh- you guys can continue what you were doing.” Renjun stuttered before running back to wherever he came from. You head the front door slam shut.

You looked down at Chenle's just as shocked face before slowly getting off of him. He got up and the two of you sat in silence before Chenle finally broke the ice.

"...I don't think it worked."

a/n: hey! i’m back ig. I had this weird idea and i just had to write it. I may complete this series before my other ones, but im not abandoning the other works! my taglist for this fic is open so don’t be afraid to ask :).

#first love au #soulmate au #renjun #nct dream #nct #nct fluff #renjun x reader #sub!renjun #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!kpop #sub!nct #renjun fanfic #nct fanfic #nct x reader #dove's works 📝

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onlyforyoukook · 1 month ago

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Hearts in the crossfire

paring: renjun x fem¡reader

synopsis: y/n and renjun who descend from, very rich families; whose parents don’t want them speaking to each other, because of a generation of family rivalry. But little do they know, renjun and y/n find comfort in each other.

genre: smau, fluff, & some angst

a/n: i guess you could say Romeo and Juliet inspired me🤭

taglist:open

y/n’s faceclaim - jihoon kim

This au is on hiatus until i finish my other one 😓.

profiles [1] — profiles [2]

prologue

1. paris!

2. the elite trio is back

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angeliqueiguess · 1 month ago

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Dear Professor... (s.jn)

PROLOGUE

Warnings: Language, Hyuck being blunt, Renjun being an environment fairy

Masterlist

NeoCity University / Campus

Once again, I found myself defeated in front of my friends Sooah and Donghyuck. My head felt like it was about to explode, and I didn’t know what else to do.

“What if you studied more?” Donghyuck suggested, shamelessly shoving a chip into his mouth, which earned him a withering glare from me. “I’m just saying, that’s the best way to get Suh off your ass,” he added with a grin. I sighed.

“It’s not that, Hyuck,” I said, raising my eyebrows as Sooah looked at me with concern. “No matter how hard I try, Suh always finds some excuse to mark my exam as ‘not competent,’” I added, air-quoting and mimicking my chemistry professor’s dull voice.

“But what did he say this time?” Sooah asked, and I sighed again.

A week ago...

I was more than sure I would pass that exam and finally get this damn professor off my back. As I looked over the test, a smile spread across my face; I knew the answers. I quickly worked through it, double-checking to make sure everything was correct. This couldn’t happen again.

1 hour ago...

Today was the day grades were released for that final, and I was nearly triumphant, celebrating the fact that I wouldn’t have to take another class with Suh for at least another year.

I sat at my usual desk, feeling a bit anxious as I sighed. I was completely sure everything had gone as I expected. Then my gaze shifted to the right, landing on John Suh's desk. His eyes met mine for a split second. “L/n, may I speak with you for a moment?” he asked in that irritating tone, and my hopes crumbled before my eyes. My anxiety shot up as I realized all my classmates were still there, and with all the embarrassment in the world, I stood up and walked over to that mahogany desk.

“Professor, if I failed again, could you please not mention it in front of the class?” I asked, almost in a whisper.

Now...

“And did he?” Hyuck asked, his curiosity evident as he finished off his bag of chips.

“Yes, fuck, I’m such a loser,” I said, covering my face with both hands. “I looked completely stupid in front of everyone.” Sooah simply patted me on the back, offering a gesture of comfort.

Suddenly, I lowered my hands to see Renjun hitting lightly Donghyuck's nape “There’s a recycling bin just two steps away asshole! Do you throw wrappers on the floor in your dorm, too?” Donghyuck, mildly annoyed by Renjun's hit, grumbled under his breath as he headed to dispose of the wrapper.

"I think I'm going to drop out," I said as I settled onto the grass that blanketed the campus. The others followed suit.

"Is it Professor Suh again?" Renjun asked, his brow furrowing. I nodded, my expression a blend of frustration and sadness. "He called me incompetent in front of the whole class again."

"I think he might actually be interested in you," Renjun said bluntly. I widened my eyes, taken aback, and he just shrugged.

"You're out of your mind if you think that," I replied, still a bit stunned and with an expression of disgust adorning my face.

"But just take a moment to think about it, okay? Most of the time, he only disapproves of your finals," Renjun reasoned, letting his logic flit around in my mind like a restless bird.

"Or maybe you are just dumb," Hyuck chimed in casually, shrugging his shoulders and raising his arms as a shield against the light jab Sooah aimed at him.

"Watch your mouth boy" she warned. "You’re not calling my baby clueless." Sooah hugged me by my side as she caressed my hair like a mother.

A few minutes pass by and Renjun sits up patting his pants to remove grass off him.

"Okay, I've got Environmental Ethics class in ten minutes," Renjun said with a faint smile. We all nodded and said our goodbyes.

"Hey, Renjun! Don’t forget about today! Mario Kart night!" Donghyuck shouted, to which Renjun replied without turning around, "I won’t! I'm going to fuck you up!" Hyuck scoffed rolling his eyes ''Yeah sure''

"Then," Sooah chimed in looking at me, "Girls' night?"

"I’m not sure I'm in the mood, Soo," I admitted, letting my head slightly down, feeling a bit down.

"But we could give it a shot!" she beamed and I smiled a bit. "That’s the spirit! Don’t let some old boring guy ruin our girls' night!"

I chuckled softly. This was bound to be another wild Friday night. And by wild I mean booze and sneaking Jaemin and Jeno in our dorm.

prev//next- University Shenanigans

Angelique's note: Heyya! Here’s the prologue of my first fanfic! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it. The format will be a blend of fake texts, tweets, and written passages! So if you’ve made it this far, please don’t forget to like it, and if you want, you can follow me. It would mean a lot and really motivates me to keep writing!

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azstrav · 9 months ago

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PARTY CRASHERS-L.HC

In which...

Y/n could never be more comfortable in a place then at a party. Her entire highschool career she attended parties every weekend, getting high or shit faced.. or both. Now during her college career she parties a lot less often, focusing on her studies. That is until she meets "the dreamies". A group of six 'popular' guys: Mark,Jeno,Jaemin,Chenle, Renjun, and Haechan. This group of dreamy, that's how your best friend describes them, college boys always throw parties. When y/n and her best friend are invited, they would never know that night would change their lives.

Jisung is not included in this fanfic because that's my baby and he's a perfect little angel so he would never do any of this stuff not even in a fanfic/j.

Disclaimer: I don't condone anything done in this fanfic.

Warnings: Underage drinking, drug use(js weed), many sexual innuendos, possible smut?

Master list:

Character list(y/n and friends)

Character list(the dreamies ¹ ²)

Prologue

More coming soon...

#nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nct #haechan lee #mark lee #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuk #haechan #huang renjun #renjun #lee jeno #jeno #na jaemin #jaemin #zhong chenle #chenle

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skibidihan · 5 months ago

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000. prologue.

LIVE NOW! ✔️

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SUMMARY. hybe debuts a gaming coed group. jake and ni-ki end up streaming along with them on enhypen’s days off & the rest of enhypen following soon after. but you end up catching jungwon’s interest.

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onyourhyuck · 1 year ago

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Bad Habits. | H.RJ

— Prologue: “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

— Summary: Your boyfriend Renjun offered to blow dry your wet hair, what could go wrong?

— Genre: Smut. Smut. Smut. Boyfriend!Renjun. Kind of cute. Renjun has an obsession to kiss y/n’s neck. Blowdrying hair. Protected sex. Renjun’s love for y/n’s chest. Teasing. Soft mild choking. Fingering receiving (f) Consensual. many many climaxes. Nickname used ‘Baby’ a lot.

— Notes: I might be in my renjun smut era rn.

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You let the hot water run down your back all the way from your short thick hair. You enjoy the warmth and the steam building in the bathroom. It’s always nice to come home and have a relaxing evening showering especially after such a stressful day at work. Your boyfriend, Renjun, prepared the shower for you actually. He let it ran so you can have the hot water running. He even got the towel and clothes ready and then he left to let you have your own privacy and time to shower properly. Renjun loves to do a lot of things for you even though you don’t ask him to do anything he just ends up doing it for you anyways.

You tend to appreciate these small gestures the most whenever you’re feeling drained and tired. You don’t really like to show or express that you’re having a hard time. So when your boyfriend can sense your feelings through your moods you find it easier to show you’re struggling.

Your job can be very time consuming which then puts a slight strain on your relationship with Renjun. He wants to do many things with you but your job tends to prevent that. You’re a very dedicated worker to your job.

You may love your job but sometimes it can be hard to keep up with it. Even if it is just paperwork. It’s still a lot to do even if people assume at first thay papers aren’t that much of a hard thing to do. It’s more or less time consuming.

Either way you’re home now and you don’t want to think about work anymore so you finish your shower and head out with the towel wrapped around you. You would change in the bedroom. You take your time applying body lotion and then your own skin care routine on your face. You need to moisturise your skin with the products you bought. Once the pyjamas embrace your beautiful curvy figure you sat down on the bed looking in the mirror. You feel refreshed from the shower. Renjun really was right it did help you feel better. As if the weight was lifted off your chest.

The bedroom door opens with Renjun peeking in a little and when he saw you and your damp hair he tilts his head a little. “You still haven’t blow dry your hair Y/n. You’ll get sick if you leave it like this.” You heard him say with a small nagging voice but you didn’t mind it.

You knew he cared for your well-being slightly more than you do for yourself. You gently roll your eyes. “I’ll get on it now then.” You stand up to get the box out with the hairdryer however a hand stops you from moving any further from the bed.

Renjun shakes his head. “I’ll do it for you.” He then said getting the box out putting it next to you on your bed and you look up with a little smile. He really doesn’t want you to work too much at home knowing you’re tired. “Can i blow dry your hair for you?”

Now he was asking you with something glistening behind his eyes and you’re not sure what that was. It almost resembles a fallen star in his eyes that you saw glisten away. Your expression of surprise makes Renjun feel like his words took you to another level of comfort and happiness when he asked if he could blow dry your hair for you. It’s like you didn’t expect him to go the extra mile for you. Renjun would do anything if it can mean you didn’t have to do anything. Heck. He would do everything and you can just be taken care of like the princess you are. Renjun wouldn’t want it any other way for you.

You take a while to figure out what to say but you reckon you can just give him a nod and he would take it as a yes. “Sure you can.” You say with a small shy smile. You never really had anyone drying your hair for you so this might be an experience you think. Renjun saw your permission and his face lit up.

It’s like he’s been waiting to do this for you before. Renjun plugs everything in. The blow dry device powers up and Renjun softly runs his hands through your wet short damp hair. He enjoys to run his hand through it because of how silky and thick it feels when it’s dry. But when it’s wet it’s a clump that he still find’s beautiful. Every inch of you feels responsible for the way his love grows for you even more. Renjun was only bewitched when the cold wet hair slides down the fingers as he starts to now turn on the hairdryer. The hot air blows your hair in different directions, his hands slid up to your roots and down the edges of your strands.

Your eyes close in the pleasant breeze that feels like a valley passing in your mind. The sensation of someone else stirring the arms rotating around the hot air to your damp hair as their fingers slip like growing spring around your scalp makes you feel some type of way; relaxation? Maybe. Perhaps it was the fact that you feel like you are being treated with care. The way your boyfriend’s wrist was so gently when it moved and pushed your hair aside to get every part of your hair to dry up and not be wet from your shower.

It felt too good. You never thought a simple thing like this could make you feel even more at home than you already were feeling like.

Renjun might be your home. Maybe he makes home feel like home to you now.

Your boyfriend smiles when he saw your smiling expression as your eyes were closed shut enjoying how his hands feel around your scalp trying to massage every area so they can dry up. He doesn’t want you to go to bed with damp hair at all. It’s not the most comfortable thing either. Nor is it healthy. Renjun’s smile mimics yours and he cannot help but watch and observe you. He takes every chance to admire you no matter what even when you’re not looking at him, that’s when Renjun takes his opportunity the most.

The eyes fell down like a marble stone falling on the ground between two drainages pipes when he saw the sight of your beautiful glowing neck. In his eyes he feels like this was his favourite part of you. Your neck. Renjun might have a slight admiration for it to the point it might be like he has a massive crush on it. Not because of how beautiful it looks. It’s because he knows how much it gets you going with a rollercoaster of emotions.

The most simplest of touches he could do to your neck would feel like he had you pinned against a brick wall. That’s how much you react whenever your neck comes into contact with something.

Renjun love it though. He can smell your hair and your body lotion you applied from your neckline. He was very close and it makes his heartbeat a little knowing you’re relaxing right now and he’s here trying to not get any urges and thoughts right there and then.

You look too irresistible to not be kissed though. Renjun eventually said screw it in his head and when your hair was a little more dry now, his lips found a way around the back of your nape and placing a small kiss on it. The small kiss was very soft and noticeable. It feels like lavender sprouting from the roots.

Then the kiss on the nape turns into more kisses on the sides of your neckline and then eventually spreading even more across your neck to the front which had your heart skipping a beat from the first pointer kiss he did.

Your voice came out a little better though slight hitch to the tone which your boyfriend took heard notice of. “Renjun…?”

It was a mixture of confusion and surprise. Renjun kissed now a little more deeply but still keeping the relaxed vibe you guys are in. The whole bedroom had a very chill atmosphere and he wasn’t doing anything too much to scare you off. He knows you’re tired. Renjun can feel it on your body muscles. They’re finally relaxed and no longer tense, he wouldn’t want to do anything else than to have you feel loved in the moment.

All Renjun was thinking about was how pretty you sound when he continued to kiss you. He travels up kissing your jawline as he’s still sitting behind you with the warm hairdryer on his lap attached to the nearby plug on the wall next to your bed that you both are on.

He whispers to your ear as he gently and lovingly placed a kiss on it too. “You have no idea, how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”

Your boyfriend drag alongside your neck his lips whispering series of sweet nothings. The sequences had you rolling your tongue at the top of your mouth roof when he pressed another sweet and peppering kiss on your smooth skin. “To kiss and to be close to you like this… I’ve missed you.”

Your body betrays you quickly knowing it was your boyfriend making you feel this way, so out of breath as if you ran for miles upon miles. It was one of those things that your body could never get used to. Renjun’s kisses, words, the way he spoke to you with the tone of his voice. It’s too much you found yourself loving it all too well.

You found yourself giving in too quickly than you’d like to imagine. It wasn’t long till Renjun’s lips kissed the corner of your lips which then made you fully engulf yourself in kissing him back now. You closed your eyes and breathed in as he lets out a sigh practically groaning now that you kissed him. It felt so foreign to him nowadays. It’s been too long than he’d like to admit since he kissed you like this. You pull yourself around and Renjun’s hands slither round your waist dragging you across the bed as you let him pull you down on your back, the kiss never once breaking away.

It’s been too long because you swore you neglected him to the point he didn’t give you a single break from the kiss. It was too long that it had your face feeling like you might melt like magma. Or until the point you’re seeing stars written on the ceiling. Renjun nibbles quietly on your bottom lip while finally he pulls to give you a fresh new look on his face as he saw your eyes closing to regain back your view. You were too close to nearly passing out from the lack of oxygen he stole from you.

But he pulls at the right minute to keep you asking for more. To keep you guessing for more. Renjun lowers himself down just above your chest as he kissed your cheek now beginning to ask you. “Baby do you think i have to stretch you out? It’s been too long since we did it.” He lets his eyes practically eat you alive when he’s watching your body like this. You let out a soft groan, his hands run down your spine and under your shirt ready to strip it away from your wonderful figure.

Renjun’s bad habit is definitely not being able to be patient enough for you. When he wants something he needs it immediately. You’re one of those things that Renjun cannot be patient for enough because he wants to experience it with you. And let you experience him as much as possible too. This might be the result of his feelings for you however, they’re far too intense you can barely stand in front of him.

You groan in reply. “Maybe stretch me out with your fingers.” Your hands slip off your lower pyjamas and Renjun took the host pleasure to position his finger around your straps to the panties and slid them down to your ankles. He smiles looking down at your pussy region as he strums his thumb on your clit before pushing in the index finger now. He saw you bite your bottom lip already and Renjun can feel how tight you are. He definitely needed to stretch you out. It felt too much already that you feel like consuming all of Renjun’s pleasure. Renjun didn’t stop until he at least give you one orgasm by his fingers. He never continues and puts you above himself too.

Even though he is very impatient he’s never impatient when it comes to putting you first above his own pleasure and needs.

You felt your eyes clench around the ceiling above as you’re feeling the pleasure reach to your own bones. It pulses you to leak and now your own high washed over you. Renjun was satisfied to hear you moaning his name and practically plead him to already take you. He whispers reaching with his face to kiss your own mouth again. “You did so well for me, baby.”

You’re so weak to him and his praise.

Your boyfriend slips himself inside your folds and your heat once he put on the condom wrapping around his shaft that pumps inside and outside of your velvety bars has him feeling like he was on cloud nine. Your expression was scrunching up as you reach enlightenment with your boyfriend thrusting inside and outside of you in such graceful ways. Renjun’s pelvis reaches your inner thighs as he grabs around your waist wrapping his arms on your back as he pulls you closer to the lavishing light he caused your body to feel. This feeling couldn’t be described in words just like how Renjun cannot describe such a perfect girl like you beneath him getting her hole fixed with his cock deep inside you looking so incredibly beautiful.

How can anyone compare to you? No one can.

Renjun vows you’re going to get him hooked more and more. Your folds squeezing and squelch which has his eyes roll and your boyfriend slips out a groan between your perky breasts as he licks round his tongue teasingly around the very top. “Do you feel good baby? Is this what you needed after a long day of work?” He spoke so kindly though his body wasn’t matching it. Your body was squished between his ruthless thrusts.

You neglected him for too long because you can feel this was almost like his way of releasing all the pent up frustrations.

You bury your head further into your pillow as your spine arches like a bridge. Renjun loves when you do this between his fast and jabbing thrusts. It feels like you were feeling everything tan times more intensely. Your lips fell apart like ice. “S-So good… oh please don’t stop.” You now plead.

You’re not sure why you’re pleading because your boyfriend wasn’t planning to stop anyways.

You must’ve been seeing stars when your many orgasms has been approaching. Perhaps you already came too many times you didn’t even realise it. It was so good that Renjun must’ve had your hole screaming at him to slow down but he couldn’t as he was taking everything in too fast with his brain.

Your hands clench in a balling fist and your toes curl when Renjun whispers to your ears. “You know this is your fault I’m acting like this.” Your eyes widen when he told you it’s your reasoning for all of this happening and you wanted to speak, but the many moans you swallowed came out.

He trails down the kisses from the forehead and down your temples. “You wanna know why? Because you’re my Bad Habit.”

Your neck was looking too good from the angle he was in pushing inside of you deeply where he knew you had limitless space. His hands sweep their way in holding and caressing your neck as he continues to thrust within your pussy that you find yourself getting addicted to how his cock was making you feel; utterly weak and high.

You are the very bad habit he has. Renjun cannot do anything without you anymore and it’s all because of you making it hard not to fall in love with you even more.

He blames you for this, he cannot get enough now. It was like a trap all along and Renjun was your fallen victim. You clench around his shaft as he said this. He reminds you how deep his love is for you and your eyes dilate when you feel his member twitch deeply within your folds.

Through the condom fabric you sense a filling packet now and you just knew he had a sudden climax when Renjun hung his head between your shoulders. He took a moment to final thrust within you and his voice was breaking like a broken tape on record player.

He grunts and you feel his hands tighten around the embrace has you inside as if you were his precious jewel.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” You heard your boyfriend say quietly as the voice was trembling by how good you consumed him all.

You feel Renjun letting out a deeply mournful sigh full of enchanting pleasure when he pulls out off you with the condom. You watch him wrap it up and he looks back at you finding your gaze to be watery and dilated pupils, it makes you look like a princess in his eyes though.

He could tell he did a good job pleasuring you and it makes him proud. And your beauty never leaves no matter what state you’re in.

You whisper. “I’m your bad habit?” You let out a little giggle though because you find yourself liking that you’re his bad habit in a way.

Renjun grins leaning down. “Mhm that you are.” You watch him hover above your figure now as you guys were resting now with your steady heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He looks down at your kissable lips and so he lowers down only a little to give it a peck. You hear him speak as he did this. “You’re all my Bad Habits.”

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woozten-x · 2 years ago

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#. 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 : 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

[ ; m.list including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Life is truly unfair, but what happens you decided to take a path of being a grim reaper? Perhaps it is less painful, but it had grown to be similar to the time you were alive. Your soul remains wounded...However, maybe there is one way to heal - but, can you save him?

The angel with clipped wings - Lee Donghyuck, a soul begging to be saved.

─ Pairing: Reaper!Haechan x Gender-Neutral Reader

─ Genre: Heavy Angst, Fanfiction (including chapters, no exact amount yet), Angst w. Comfort (sometimes), Wholesome/Fluff (sometimes)

─ Content Warning: Talks about death, portrayal of suicide in the beginning, self harm (referenced)

─ Concepts: Reaper!AU, Reaper!Haechan, PROLOGUE - introductory, reader uses they/them, other neos appear! (Taeyong, Doyoung, Johnny, Renjun and Jaehyun to be exact), some random side character shes not that important, reader is a rookie reaper!, mentions of depression / mental health issues, the other neos are there for comic relief, reader and haechan have a past together, reader doesn’t know tho only haechan - yall learn it as the chapters progress, basically enemies(?) to lovers, haechan kind of a jerk

─ Count of Words: 3.3k

─ Inspiration of the work: See You Again by Yerin Baek, Sorry, Heart by NCT Dream

❒ a/n: this will have more parts!! i planned on not doing it originally, but it makes more sense to break it into parts. i will try to release the other parts one by one since this project is a bit more... story driven - if that makes sense. ty to my cat for motivating me by stepping all over my notes while i write this<3

the next chapters will be longer bc this is just a prologue! i will involve content warnings for each chapter because there will be heavy topics discussed surrounding death.

this whole fic premise is inspired by Goblin + Tomorrow kdrama(s) !! but, it doesn’t exactly follow their concept(s) or plot. its just inspiration and has a similar idea to those dramas (so if you see similarities, you know why ahah) i will switch out one song for each new chapter. sorry heart stays tho because its mainly inspired by that song + that song owns my whole ass heart im just biased

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Every memory replays before you, the message of ‘life plays before your eyes during death’ is true after all; the vivid images, the many emotions you’ve felt throughout your lifetime have brought a sickening amount of nostalgia. The recollection causes you to feel sick, your hot wrists suddenly becoming cold - everything felt crushing, as the idea you’ve thought of before to bring you here was a complete lie.

It wasn’t peaceful at all.

No sign of tranquility overcame you, only the coldness and a heavy burden replacing your beating heart. Suddenly, you are met by the sight of the person - no it’s no person, it was you; your figure laid across the floor, crimson pooling underneath you amongst the trashed bedroom you’ve lived in for years. You regained your own composure, beginning to understand what has happened.

You’ve given up.

Staring at the sight of your own figure, your soul numb by the scene before you; the same scene you’ve craved for so long, you had finally obtained it to only receive nothing. Oh, it is startling and…

“Y/N L/N. Born on Y/BD and deceased on April 18, 2023. Cause of death: Suicide.”

The voice appears behind you, looking towards the owner of it; you meet a black-haired young male, his features sharp yet gentle. His round eyes of dark brown did not leave the black card in his gloved hands, he wore a suit with the tie loosened around the collar and he held a strong aura despite his gentle-like yet handsome face. You blink several times, speaking up - “Who are you?”

He looked up, meeting your eyes and his blank expression had melted away into surprise. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to ask such a question during these circumstances, but he stared at you; the beauty marks printed upon his tanned skin becoming evident within the sunlight seeping inside your room, the door of your bedroom now open to reveal your mother.

The scream from your mother made you turn your head, a heavy ache resonating in your chest once hearing her distressed voice. Instantly, she cradles you in her arms like an infant, crying out to any god willing to spare any time to help her child; however, it was far too late.

He looks at your mother before looking away, a dull ache rising at the temples of his head. He did not want to feel this way, not again. He looks at you, “I am the reaper who is guiding you to the afterlife…” He tells you before walking up to your closet door. Placing a gloved hand on the doorknob, he did not spare another glance towards you, only motioning for you to follow close to him.

“Can I…Can I stay here a bit longer?” You say barely above a whisper, the cries of your mother causing you to freeze in place. You did not want to leave just yet. He looks at you then at your mother, her weeps heard upon deaf ears with your lifeless body held in her petite arms; he only shook his head.

“If you stay any longer, you won’t find any reason to leave.”

“I wouldn’t huh?” You say softly, looking back at your mother. Drowned out in the mourning of the sorrow of one, you finally move away to walk up to the reaper. He gives no assurance to your dismay, his hand twisting the knob and stepping through the door; with one final glance, you are following after him and met with a bright light. Within a blink of an eye, you are appearing in a seat surrounded by a vintage style kitchen.

It held a cozy interior, the colors holding a soft brown palette. A wind chime held a whimsical tune, no breeze causing the sound however; your eyes watched the silver cling together, humming softly by the collision. This was the afterlife? The more you comprehend it, it felt like a nightmare; the heaviness you’ve carried throughout your life never diminished, why was it still there?

Hanging your head low, you met the sight of your hands, the coldness remaining. The wounds surrounding your wrists became scars, becoming a reminder of the unthinkable. You wanted to cry, but no tears had come; you weren’t sure, but the coldness rushing through your veins made you feel numb.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Looking up, you meet eyes with a man; strikingly handsome features carving his face, his silver strands of hair complimenting his pale skin. He looked like an angel with a kind smile playing at his pink lips, his eyes holding an indescribable amount of innocence.

He sits down in front of you after pulling out the chair, “I am Taeyong. I am the one who listens to each soul’s story and gives them a choice.”

“Choice?” You furrow your brows, unsure whether you are following his words. Weren’t you given a place in Heaven or Hell by what you’ve done throughout your life?

Taeyong nods, “I can explain that further once I get to know you better. I would love to listen to your story.”

A cup of tea appears in front of you once he waved his hand, the silver rings surrounding his fingers glimmering underneath the light on the ceiling; you breathlessly look down at the cup, the steam swirling above. You stare into the cup, your reflection looking back at you. Taeyong observes you, his expression softening - “Would you prefer coffee? I can always change it to your liking.”

Shaking your head, your cold hands meet the warm cup and you feel the curse of numbness finally fade away. It was replaced by an unspeakable misery, however. Tears well up in your eyes, grasp tightening around the cup with trembling hands and you bow your head low - the cold tears dropping onto the tabletop and into the cup, as falling droplets of a downpour.

Taeyong reaches over, placing a gentle hand upon your trembling shoulder - “You can let it all out now.”

After those words, you had fully sunk in your own agonizing pool of regret. You never wanted this yet here you were, explaining your untold feelings to a stranger - a stranger who will guide your soul elsewhere. You are not sure whether you are worthy in any place, holding a scattered self-worth since you were born; you have solely admitted to feeling wrong since the day you were born.

Since the day you were born, your life has been a misfortune.

“Would you like to know something, Y/N?”

Sniffling and wiping at your eyes with the back of your hands, you look at him with a blurry sight. The tears seem never ending for you.

Taeyong gently smiles, “Souls will always have the same scars from their past life. But, they learn to overcome each one in the next.”

His words linger in your head and you shake your head. You weren’t sure whether it was greed or it was the unbearable past of sorrow, you managed these words - “I don’t want to live another life. Not again. It hurts too much to go through it again.”

“Is that what you think?” Taeyong asks, tilting his head slightly to further comprehend your words. Your answer.

Without a second thought, you nod your head - “I can’t go through it again…” You quietly say. The plead in your voice and your gaze was enough to convince him, sometimes some souls cannot fathom the unfairness of reality. Taeyong nods, “You are just like him.”

Confusingly looking at him, he did not explain any further and smiled at you once taking your hands in his. “You will become a reaper. You will carry the past upon your back during the wakes of your new life, are you sure you want this new life?” Taeyong tells you, his eyes tenderly meeting yours and closely observing it. Though, he was surprised to see no hesitance.

“Yes. I will continue my life as a reaper…” You answer back, the promise of your words becoming one you soon regret.

Supposedly, this biggest regret can become something better however.

. . .

“The newbies got out of training today, huh?” said one tall reaper, his dark brown hair styled over his round face. The raven-head reaper looks up from the files settled on his desk, the task of organizing boring him to death; he was glad to have someone break the silence within the room. The room where it held a division of reapers, solely known for collecting souls from the other waking world.

He sits back in his seat, a small groan emitting from his lips while stretching - “Mark was telling me all night about it…Apparently, there’s a new role?”

Johnny looks at the younger reaper, the two having a 100 year age gap; he seems intrigued by the other’s comment. “New role? Does that mean another division?” He questions and Donghyuck only shrugs, closing the file sitting atop of his desk. His eyes began to sting the longer he sees it.

“It’s a temporary role, I think. They will be divided and we will most likely have a few under our wing,” Donghyuck said with a grin. He seems to be fond of the idea; after all, what’s terrible about seeing new faces around the office? As a reaper, things grow too tiring and boring far too quickly. He needs a change.

Before Johnny could reply, another black haired reaper enters with a brunette following behind him. “We have to clean up a bit,” Doyoung nags, the raven-head pointing out at the trash filled to the brim with empty ramen cups eaten by a culprit in the office. It was definitely not Donghyuck. The younger whines, “Are you nagging because the new reapers will be joining our division?”

“No, Donghyuck. I just don’t want roaches creating an economy in our office.” Doyoung rolls his eyes, a hearty laugh escaping the brunette who entered in the office with the older; his dimples deeply imprinted on his pale skin, as he greets Johnny with his deep voice. Donghyuck rolls his eyes, sitting back in his seat - “Have Renjun do it. You can’t boss me around because I am only a few hundred years younger.”

Doyoung scoffs, “I think it’s been a decade.”

Instantly the younger reaper shook his head, picking up the calendar from his desk and revealing the many marked days with a bear stamp - “Wrong! I kept counting just for this day to prove you wrong.” He declares triumphantly, a smirk drawn over his pink lips and Doyoung only sighed while Johnny and Jaehyun laugh at the interaction shared between the two.

No matter how many years or decades, Doyoung can never catch a break with him.

A knock is heard on the door, the voice of Taeyong’s heard from behind before it opens. Instantly, Doyoung stuffs the nearby locker with the bin filled with trash and approaches the opening door, respectfully greeting the other people behind the door, whilst Donghyuck curiously watches afar from his desk sitting in the corner of the room.

Renjun enters and Donghyuck instantly boos, “Who let him in?!”

Renjun raises a fist in his way, instantly placing it down when Taeyong enters. Behind Taeyong, there are two new reapers following closely behind like lost ducklings; the two of them intimidated, despite the similar uniforms they shared with the others in the office.

It took a moment for Donghyuck to let his eyes scan the new faces, the excitement from before becoming a diminished flame of a candle. He wondered if fate is cruel to put him in the same room as you.

“These are the new recruits joining your division. Like always, please make them feel welcome! Please introduce yourselves,” Taeyong gently encourages them with a bright smile. Awkwardly, the two new reapers stood, you clear your throat and bow respectfully - “My name is Y/N L/N. It is very nice to meet you!”

Next to you, the next recruit introduces herself - “Kim Sunmin! Nice to meet you.”

You scan the room, taking in the interior of the ordinary looking office; you wouldn’t think any reaper would work in here considering its normality. You met eyes with the raven-head sitting in the corner of the room behind his desk, his familiar face causing your eyes to lit up; it was the reaper who brought you here! You had completely forgotten about him until now. How could you forget his face?

The constellation of beauty marks printed beautifully on his tanned, handsome face. You can’t forget a person like that, if you saw him again. Once the introductions were cleared and Taeyong had left the room, Doyoung had spoken up - “You two will have partners whenever escort missions are assigned. Just simply do what you have to do, and if there is any problem you could always speak to me or anyone in this room. We are all equal here.”

“Actually, just keep the questions for Doyoung. The fun is for everybody else~” Johnny jokes, Sunmin chuckling at his reply while you stand with a small smile. It still felt intimidating, however. You have no idea how long you’ve studied for to bring you this far, but you felt incredibly drawn to the quiet reaper sitting in the corner of the room; naturally, your eyes are landing on him.

He stares back at you, his expression unreadable. You weren’t sure whether he was the quiet type or it was simply because you were a stranger in a familiar environment. You decided to walk around the crowd, approaching him who didn’t leave his desk to introduce himself; it is essential to get to know him, you’ll be working with him for an eternity, after all.

As you stand in front of him, his eyes never leave yours and you bow politely towards him. “I am Y/N L/N.” You introduce yourself, looking at him with a smile. For a brief moment, you see a flash of pain in his eyes; your own friendliness being ineffective, as he remains tense and his lips have grown slightly pale.

Your own enthusiasm falls from your face, concern replacing each detail of your expression - “Are you alright?”

Reaching out towards him, a hand nearing his shoulder and he instantly moves your hand away. His hand was cold in comparison with yours, the shock evident on his face and body. Rising from his seat, his hands slamming against the desk and the commotion led the others’ attention landing on you and Donghyuck; he breathed heavily, sounding like he was having difficulty breathing.

“G-Get away from me…” He whispers and you confusingly look back at him. You weren’t exactly offended, but lost; what did he mean by that? The two of you only met once, how could you affect him this much?

“Donghyuck? What’s up?” Johnny approaches the younger, the taller glancing at you before looking at the raven-head; observing him closely. Donghyuck says nothing, moving away from the desk and his shoulder colliding with the older’s when walking out hastily. Johnny seems speechless, never seeing the reaper the way he is no matter how long they’ve known each other.

Renjun instantly chases after the other, a thick silence hanging above everybody once the two left. Stunned, you stand at Donghyuck’s desk not sure what has happened, until Johnny approaches you with an understanding smile. “He probably had a bad day. Don’t worry too much about it, rookie.” He comforts you, patting you on the shoulder.

“…Let's go out! My treat, as a celebration for Y/N and Sunmin’s arrival!” Doyoung suggests, breaking the tension overbearingly carried amongst everyone within the office. Everyone else nodded, wanting to enjoy the day regardless of the unexpected situation; although you tried your best to smile and focus on the present moment, you can’t help but feel guilty.

But, how could you feel guilty with something you don’t know about?

An arm is draped over your shoulders, Johnny standing next to you and giving an assuring smile and squeeze on your shoulder - “Don’t worry too much about it? Sometimes, this job takes a toll on you. Don’t take it personally.”

You slowly nodded, knowing many instances of many reapers’ mental health issues. It wasn’t exactly surprising, considering every single reaper holds a story of their own.

Just like you, they possibly find no reason for living.

. . .

Walking through the corridors of the dorm, you are left alone with the footsteps echoing the halls and your own thoughts. Though today was fun, especially with a fun time with your new co-workers and soon to be friends, you are left with the heavy burden cursing your heart or chest; you aren’t exactly sure if you are considered a being with a beating heart or you particularly own one.

The more you live as a reaper, you’ve realized you are nothing but a soul carrying the past memories with a heaviness straining your heart. Was this punishment for becoming one?

Surely, you could regret it now, but it was too late now. You’ve come this far to only feel this constant heaviness, a curse engraved in your soul; living is somehow still painful like you were alive. Does this pain go away? You haven’t lived long enough as a reaper to exactly answer such a question, but you have no one to ask. Despite your peers being friendly, you felt out of place.

Once again, your soul is feeling wrong.

Walking to your room of the new dormitory given to you based on the division you were assigned to, you are met with the sound of someone singing. His voice light, carried throughout the halls in a gentle melody; his voice angelic, considering how lovely it was in your ears. Meeting your room door, you look around the halls, wondering what door it could be. Was it next door?

You shut your eyes and listen, the heaviness within your chest being lifted. Even for a moment, you found peace. The more you listened, you felt an uplift of your own lips; feeling calmed by the steady notes singing throughout the dormitory. You wondered, if anyone else heard it or not. Whether they do, you were glad to be able to let the person singing have their time to shine.

You weren’t sure how long you stood, but the song came to a stop with a low hum then a silence replacing the field of notes you were surrounded with momentarily. Pouting to yourself, clearly disappointed. Taking a deep breath, you take out your room key until you hear a soft cry. Freezing, you look towards the sound and hear the shakiness of someone’s breathing before another cry escapes his lips.

Who knew, the angel with the most beautiful voice was in pain.

Unlocking the door, you decided not to interfere knowing it was not your place to do so. You were still a stranger to these people, you can’t get too close. Entering inside your room, you quietly close the door behind yourself and rest your body against the door; his cries are not any louder, but only distant once you are inside. Sinking to the floor, you sit with your knees propped up against your chest.

“Your voice isn’t fit for those tears…” You whisper, wishing your words could be carried to him as a message of comfort. However, it wasn’t possible.

On the other side of the wall, the reaper with an aching voice continues to cry whilst curling up on his bed. Hugging himself as an attempt to comfort himself, he gently hums amongst his cries; trying to calm himself down. Donghyuck hasn’t cried this hard in so long, yet somehow the past had come to haunt him.

Though, the past is a reaper’s misfortune, this different type of misfortune had punished him severely. What was he going to do?

The knife stuck in his chest is remembered once again, wishing for the tragedy to end by the one who can save him.

Yet the savior is the one who stuck this blade in the first place.

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