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hyuckssunchip · 4 years ago

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Here’s The Deal

Pairings: Mark x Reader, ft. 00′ line (Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin)

Words: 5.9K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), slight smut, angst

Summary:

Y/N gets caught in a tight situation as she discovers that her relationship was a lie. Mark knows just how much she really means to him, but how can he prove it after what he’s done? How much was real?

“Hi Y/N!”

“Oh hey Mark,” you say as you slide into your seat and rest your forehead on your desk. You let out a deep sigh.

“What’s up?” He asked laying his own head down to face yours.

You let out another exaggerated sigh, “Nothing. I just didn’t get much sleep last night. I was up all night working on my writing assignment for philosophy.”

“Oh… Well maybe you and I can go to that one cafe to get coffee together. Maybe lunch?” Mark offered quietly.

“Huh?”

“You know, after class so you can wake up.” He said, quieter and less sure of himself.

“Oh… Well, I actually don’t like coffee. But thanks for the offer anyways.” You said, lifting your head up slightly, just enough to give him a weak smile.

Mark looked at you, furrowing his eyebrows and biting his lip. He gives you a slight nod before leaning back in his chair. He then turned his head to the right shaking his head at his friends that sat adjacent to him.

THE NEXT DAY

“Just ask her!”

“Shhh! Don’t talk so loud!”

“Grow some balls man!”

“Guys can you just shut up?! This is not helping. Telling me to man up is not going to get her to say yes.”

“Well maybe, stop beating around the bush and straight up ask her!”

“Would you two shut up? You are not the one who has to---”

“Oh hey guys. What are you still doing here? Class ended like half an hour ago?” You say, accidentally interrupting their conversation.

“Uh.. We’re uh… just discussing our project for uh… drama? Yeah. Drama.” Mark’s friend Jaemin answered.

“Drama? Why the hell would we be in drama?” Renjun hissed at Jaemin. After a couple seconds of painful silence Jeno nudged Mark forward.

“Uhh.. yeah. What are you doing here?” He asked stumbling towards you a bit.

“Oh… I just left my notebook here.” You said pointing towards the blue spiral notebook on one of the desks. “I’ll just grab it real quick and let you guys get back to your… discussing.” You said, giggling a little at the thought of them doing drama.

“Mark! Do it now!” Haechan whispered to Mark pushing him into you. As you struggled to keep your balance from the new weight of Mark, he wrapped his arms around yours to stabilize the both of you.

“Oh, sorry.” he said, quickly shoving himself away from you as if you burned him.

“Actually we’re done discussing our project, right Jaemin?” Jeno said, looking sharply at his younger friend, who nodding vigorously at you. Before you knew it they were gone and you were left alone with Mark.

“Hey, maybe… do you want to… watch that new movie that came out? Crazy Rich Asians?” Mark suddenly asked out of the blue.

“Oh! Yeah I heard that was going to be really good. I’d love to go! My roommate really wants to see that, I’ll ask when she’s free.” You reply excitedly.

Mark let out a sigh of exasperation before grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to face him. “Are you totally oblivious or just trying to let me down easy?” He asked staring into your eyes. For some odd reason you couldn’t seem to look away and suddenly your heart skipped a beat.

TWO WEEKS LATER

You and Mark had been dating for a month, ever since he confronted you and made you realize your feelings for him.

For the short amount of time that the two of you had actually been dating, you two were really close. You had gotten physical pretty quickly, although you didn’t mind it too much. Mark was something else, he made you feel things you had never felt before and it had become almost addicting.

However, despite this the two of you haven’t slept together yet, after all it was only a few weeks of dating, way too soon for you. On multiple occasions you had gotten close but were interrupted, you were secretly thankful that the two of you couldn’t go further.

Your relationship wasn’t about the physical, Mark made you happier than you thought was possible. His constant laughing and goofy smile always had you thankful to have him around. He really did brighten your day.

Mark was sweet and thoughtful, always coming up with spontaneous dates for the two of you and kind gestures that made your heart skip.

You’ve never been in love before, but maybe, just maybe you were on the right track this time.

It was Saturday, and for once you had panned a surprise for your boyfriend. A picnic date. You climbed the few flights of stairs that led to his dorm, which he shared with Haechan and Renjun, two of his friends that you were acquainted with. Nothing more than a couple of interactions, but you’ve never run into them at their dorm, save for the time they caught you and Mark in a compromising position.

Just as you were about to knock on his door, you heard voices behind the door. You knew that you shouldn’t eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help but lean in.

With your ear pressed against the door, you could clearly distinct between each of their voices.

“I don’t know. I’m so close it's just frustrating!” Clearly Mark.

“Why don't you just go for it? Why are you dancing around?” Jeno?

“I don't want to make her do anything that she doesn't want to. Especially if she’s not ready.” Your heart swelled at Mark’s response.

“What do you mean? Why do you care?” You frowned at Haechan’s response, why wouldn’t he care?

“Ha! Don't tell me you’re actually starting to like her?” You froze.

Her? Is there someone else? Is he talking about me?

There was a pregnant pause.

“Dude?!”

“... guys… stop.”

“She’s a fucking bet! Just finish it quickly, you’re so close. If you don’t we’re all fucked! You know that!” You felt like throwing up. A bet?

“Mark! Tae Oh will kill us if you don’t finish this! Please!” Finish this? Am I a game?

“I know! You don’t think I know that?! You think I want this?!”

With your ear still pressed firmly against the door, you let out a muffled cry.

“Fuck!”

As he yelled, you flinched and backed yourself away from the door.

You let out a silent sob and rushed back to your dorm room, leaving spilled contents of your picnic along the way. As you pushed your way into your dorm, thankful that both of your roommates happened to be gone, you threw yourself on your bed.

Your emotions were all over the place, you were sobbing, upset that you weren’t enough for him, upset that you were a bet, upset that he had made a fool of you. But like a flip of the switch you became pissed. He played with you, with your feelings as if you were nothing. Nothing he said or did was real, your whole relationship was a lie.

You wiped your eyes dry and wrung your hands, pausing when you felt the promise ring Mark had given you just recently for your one month anniversary. More angry than you had ever been you ripped your ring off your finger and chucked it across the room hitting the door. It bounced off and landed under your desk, but you didn’t care enough to pay attention.

Just as you were cooling off you got a goodnight text from Mark. On any other day you would be swooning at the cute text, but today you were not having it. You ignored his texts and ended up falling asleep before your roommates ever made it back.

The next morning you woke up to your alarm blaring, looking at the clock you realized you hit snooze one too many times and rushed to the door. You made to class with little time to spare and even before the professor made it. You scanned the room for a seat, and found a few. There was one next to Mark, saved for you as usual but you stopped yourself, opting to sit next to Jisung. You smiled awkwardly at him as you sunk into the seat. You felt your phone buzz again and ignored the text as soon as you saw Mark’s name on your screen. You sigh and ignore the text, pulling out your notebook and start doodling.

Mark frowned to himself a couple of rows behind you. He couldn’t focus the entire class and couldn’t help but stare at you confused. Before he knew it the class was over and you were rushing past him, not even sparing a glance. Before he could gather his things you were gone.

To be honest, it was a lot of work avoiding Mark. It’s like he had it on his agenda to track you, normally you would absolutely love it, but as of right now that was the last thing you wanted.

At some point you were out of energy and could no longer continue the chase.

“Can we talk?” Mark asked, nervously wringing his hands together.

You sighed, thinking that there wasn’t really much else you could do. Stopping in your tracks you plopped down on the empty bench you were close to passing. You tried to hold back a scoff, sure that he was worried about losing his bet. It took everything in you not to throw that in his face and stalk off.

You heard Mark let out a relieved sigh, collapsing into the spot next to you, but consciously leaving a respectable gap between the two of you.

For a moment the two of you sat in silence, neither wanted to get to the discussion at hand.

“What happened?” There was a quiver in his voice and you cursed your heart for wavering at the sound. No matter how upset you were, you still liked him and could’t help but feel guilty at suddenly ghosting the desperate boy.

You glanced at his side profile and admired him. He was leaning over his knees, staring intensely at his shoes.

For the first time since you overheard his conversation you thought about his position.

Why did he even do the bet in the first place? Mark was a nice guy, at least that’s what you had always thought. And why was Tae Oh threatening them?

You recalled what you had heard. Jeno had said that Tae Oh would kill them if Mark couldn’t finish the bet. Did that mean he was in trouble?

With one last glance at the forlorn boy next to you, you had decided. It was a stupid idea, and it would only hurt you, but for some reason you couldn’t stand the thought of Mark suffering. To the point where you would put him before you.

“Nothing happened.” You mumbled out, your internal conflict starting to give you a headache.

His eyes searched for yours, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” You gulped, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I swear you just ran the other direction, and it took me so long to get you to talk to me. If I did something wrong we can talk about it, otherwise we can’t fix it.” He pulled your hand into his hesitantly, rubbing softly over the skin, sending warmth through your body. You didn’t miss the frown on his face when he noticed your ring wasn’t on the usual finger.

You pulled your hand out of his, wiping your palms on your jeans and fumbling with your fingers.

“I promise you nothing is wrong, I’m just stressed about school. You know cause finals are coming up.” You hoped he would fall for it, after all he knew how you were during testing periods.

“Right.” His eyes shook, “How about we have a small date night, that’ll make you feel better, right?”

You nodded at nothing in particular, eyes now trained on the bird that was digging for dinner in front of you.

“I’ll pick you up at seven then? We can get take out a watch a movie.” He asked, nodding to himself.

“Uh, I’ll just go to your dorm, I have stuff to do anyways, it’s on the way.” You rejected his offer, not thinking you would be able to pretend for a whole car ride.

“Right.”

You stood up abruptly, not able to take the tension any longer. “I’ll see you tonight then.”

Then as fast as you could you escaped.

You had spent the last few hours thinking about what the bet could possibly be. Tae Oh was one of Mark’s seniors, you often saw them in the same group, but he was notorious for be an ass. There was nothing more to say about that. Tae Oh was an ass and you didn’t doubt for a moment that he was capable of making Mark’s life hell.

Groaning, you ran your hands over your face. Why did you have to care?

You racked your brain for any clues. The other day you had heard Mark saying that he didn’t want to push you. Push you into what?

Tae Oh would’ve only had two things in mind when making the bet, break your heart or sleep with you. You frowned, Tae Oh didn’t know you that well, why would he want to break your heart, and as a horny college student it made more sense for him to want Mark to sleep with you.

Your eyes widened in realization. That’s why they said he was so close. Mark and you had gotten intimate, but never actually did anything. He must have told them that and that’s what they meant by getting close.

You chewed on your bottom lip. Could you do that for him? Honestly, before this whole situation you would’ve been more than willing to sleep with him on your own accord, god knows you were close. But you were starting to feel uncomfortable with the thought after knowing his intentions.

“Y/N?” You jolted up straight, “What are you doing? How long have you been there?”

Mark rubbed the back of his neck, tilting his head in confusion.

“Oh, not long, I was just about to knock.” Your face heated up in embarrassment.

“Oh hey Y/N.” You made eye contact with Renjun who was sitting on the couch with a book, feet in the position of kicking a very focused Haechan.

“Stop it. You’re going to make me die.” Haechan retaliated with a quick shove, “Hey Y/N.”

Though he didn’t look at you, you still smiled at the interaction.

“Let me kick them out, I told them you’d be over around seven.” He laughed quietly at the scene.

“Renjun, you asshole! I died!” The bright flash on the TV screen was proof and Haechan didn’t look like he was going to let it go.

“Guys! Y/N’s here, I told you she was coming.” The other two froze, staring at Mark like they were having a silent conversation before Renjun slammed his book shut.

“Right. Haechan, there’s that new place down the street that has great tacos, let’s go.” He nudged the pouting counterpart aggressively.

“But my game-”

“Haechan.” Renjun raised his eye brows while staring down Haechan, no doubt a sign that it was a chance for Mark to complete the bet.

“Oh. Yeah... I like tacos.” He stood up giving you a short salute. “Bye Y/N.”

He couldn’t help but send a wink in your direction, making you wince in reminder of your situation.

Before you knew it, it was once again just you and Mark.

“So I already ordered, do you want to choose a movie?” Mark made his way to the now unoccupied couch.

“Sure.” You shuffled behind him, mind not really thinking about the movie.

As you fell into the cushion of the couch, Mark slid close to you, eliminating any space that might’ve been between you two.

He pulled you into his arms, gripping you tightly as if he was worried that you would slip away.

“Let’s just stay here for a moment, we can choose a movie when the food gets here.” He mumbled into your neck, eliciting an automatic sigh in response.

“You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you on purpose right?” You tensed at his confession, obviously referring to the bet.

“Hmmm.” There was nothing that you could do but hum in response.

Mark began to pepper soft kisses along your neck, leaving a little trail of love bites. You unconsciously opened your neck, giving him more access.

His kisses got deeper, leaving what you know would be dark spots, proof of possession. Soon he reached your mouth, pulling you in. He nipped at your bottom lip, asking for access, to which you gave him without hesitation.

Your hands moved to tangle in his hair, gripping softly and tugging him closer. He groaned into your mouth in response, and you could feel the tips of his mouth curve into a smile.

His hands which were once rubbing your waist, gripped you tightly, pulling you onto his lap where you were forced to straddle him.

For just a moment he was forced to pull away, looking up at you with smiling eyes, searching for the same in your own.

You couldn’t do anything but crash against his lips, leaning your body into his. There was nothing but the thin layers of your shirts, the rapid beating of his heart easily felt, and you knew that he could feel yours as well.

One hand reached up for your neck, a way for him to lock your head in place, digging deeper. The other hand meandered its way to your thigh, massaging your inner thigh, causing you to grind yourself on his lap, getting growl from him underneath you.

You felt a change in him, his grip became more needy, you were sure there would be marks in the morning.

You pulled back for air, startled at the sound of someone at the door.

“Delivery!” Mark sighed, shaking his head for you to ignore it, as he leaned back in to resume.

“Mark, the food’s here.” You mumbled, keeping the distance between you.

“Forget the food, we’ll just order again.” You kept a hand on his chest, preventing him from starting again.

“Mark.”

“Ugh, fine.” You wiggled off his lap and collapsed in the seat you were originally in. Your eyes followed his back as he opened the door, paying for the food and holding the bag in his tight grip. He was especially tart with the man, in an obvious hurry.

Once the door was shut again he slid the food on the coffee table, and crawled on the couch towards you, having every intention of picking up where you left off.

“Mark, the food’s going to get cold.” You giggled at the sounds he made in protest.

He leaned against the back of the couch, throwing his head back in frustration.

“Fine, we’ll eat first.” He cocked his head at you slightly, choosing to ignore the feeling arising in the pit of his stomach.

You stuck your fork in the first container, popping it into your mouth before chewing thoughtfully.

“Mark...” you sighed, “I actually have something to talk to you about.”

You felt the knot in your stomach dissipate, knowing that confronting him would ease your mind. The plan of going through with it tonight didn’t sit right with you, and you knew it would bother you if you didn’t say something.

“Shoot.” He nodded, chowing down himself.

You let out a deep sigh, instantly catching his attention, and put down your fork.

His brows furrowed as he too set his down, a feeling that things were about to become serious.

“I uh...” you cleared your throat. “I actually know about the bet.”

He clearly stiffened and eyes widened at your admission.

“I can explain!” He rushed out, interrupting you in hopes of stopping whatever you were planning on saying.

“Okay.” You said, shocking him with how calm you were.

“Huh?”

“Go ahead, explain it to me.” Although you knew the gist of what was going on, you were actually curious to know how he got roped into something like this.

“Uh... how much do you know?” He cut himself off. “Actually I’ll just tell you everything.”

He reached for the cup of water in front of him, quickly downing it in hopes of drowning his nerves as well.

“Do you know who Tae Oh is? I swear it wasn’t a bet between my friends, they would never do that.” He gulped, watching your blank expression. “I think you’ve met him before, he’s not a great guy.”

There was an obvious shudder from him. “About a month ago he made a bet that I couldn’t get with a girl, and I honestly didn’t care what he thought. But... he has some stuff over Jeno’s head, and he promised that if I succeeded he would let it go.”

You pursed your lips at the mention of Jeno.

“I... I know I told you I’d tell you everything, but I’m not sure it’s right to tell you about Jeno. I can ask him to talk to you, but I can’t tell you.” He bit his lip anxiously, praying that you would understand.

You nodded, admiring his loyalty, despite his current situation. You gestured for him to continue.

“It’s not like I chose you, I would never purposely hurt you or do that to you. I... I honestly liked you a lot before he even suggested the bet.” He gave you a bashful look, a sudden switch from his nerve wracking expression.

“Tae Oh chose you, I think he did it because he knew that I liked you. I mean back then I wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “I totally understand if you absolutely hate me now, I mean I would too.”

You looked at his dejected form, “I don’t hate you. If I did I would’ve broke up with you the moment that I found out.”

He looked at you with a confused expression, “Why didn’t you break up with me?” There was a hint of hope in his voice. He wondered if it was possible for you still to like him after what he had done, or was supposed to do.

It would’ve hurt your pride to admit you still liked him despite his actions, so you chose to go with the pity card. “I overheard you talking in your dorm, and someone mentioned that Tae Oh would kill you if you couldn’t finish. I know Tae Oh could really make your life miserable, and I didn’t want to be responsible for that.”

Mark visibly saddened at the idea that you didn’t like him, that you didn’t want to feel guilty about the aftermath.

“Here’s the deal,” you let out, finally coming to a conclusion, “I can’t sleep with you. I don’t feel comfortable with that anymore.”

Mark winced, feeling a tight lump grow in his throat at the thought of you not able to stand him, and the thought that he makes you uncomfortable.

“I don’t want Tae Oh to win though, for both your sake and Jeno’s.” He made eye contact, clear that he was shocked.

“I don’t know what the rules are, or what proof you have to have, but I’ll help you with that. But that’s all I can do.”

Mark didn’t look thrilled at the idea, if anything he looked dejected. However grateful he was that you were willing to do this to help him, he couldn’t help but wish you didn’t pity him. If it weren’t for Jeno he would’ve rather taken punishment from Tae Oh, after all that’s what he deserved.

“Mark, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.” Jeno grinned at him, wrapping him in a suffocating hug, making Mark feel worse.

“Right, it’s not like I couldn’t do it for you.” It was monotone, he was unable to show his real feelings about the situation.

“So how’s Y/N?” Jaemin asked, watching the interaction.

“What do you mean?” Mark furrowed his brows and directed his attention at the other boy.

“Well, you guys can still date, she doesn’t have to know it was a bet.” He shrugged as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. Oh how badly Mark wanted that statement to be true.

“No.”

“No? What do you mean?” It was Jaemin’s turn to be confused.

“We broke up.” Mark avoided eye contact with anyone else, staring up at the sky and squinting in the bright light.

“Why? Did you tell her?” Haechan asked, “I didn’t think you had it in you to do that right after the bet was over.” He frowned to himself. “Don’t you think that was too harsh?”

Renjun elbowed Haechan in the side, shutting him up. As one of the more attentive of the group, he could see the way that Mark was acting in response.

“What could I do?” Mark shrugged, trying so hard not to let his voice crack and play it off like he didn’t care. If only they knew that it was the other way around. But he took Haechan’s blows, after all he deserved it, he was the cause of it anyways.

“Y/N! Hey!” You heard Jeno’s footsteps sidle up beside you, the faint breathing evidence that he had jogged to you.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly embarrassed to thank you.

“Um, thanks. I just want to let you know that it wasn’t like it seemed, Mark was just trying to help me. He’s not a bad guy, I know he probably seemed harsh, but he really didn’t want to do it.”

He gulped, and peered over at your face, more than shocked at the fact that it was expressionless. Too similar to the one they had gotten used to seeing on Mark.

“I know.” You hiked your bag up higher on you bag, gripping tightly on the straps for support.

“Mark really likes you. For real. He’s been really upset, beating himself up for it you know. He won’t admit to it, but we all can see it.”

You squinted your eyes closed, trying to ignore the underlying meaning of Jeno’s words.

“He wouldn’t ever just use you like that. You know him.”

You had enough.

“Do I? Because this was a far cry from the Mark that I knew, or at least I thought I knew.” You sent one last look before escaping out the doorway, leaving Jeno behind with a hurt look.

Jeno never wanted to hurt either of you, but it was a consequence of his stupid decisions. And now other people had to pay for his mistakes.

“Y/N.” You stopped in your tracks, it seemed that no matter where you went you couldn’t get away from them.

“Renjun.” You replied curtly, having nothing else to say to him. Beside him was the familiar pair of shoes, one’s you would always recognize.

Mark shyly lifted his hand to greet you, but dropped it as if he realized that he no longer had the right to.

Renjun, ever the observer watched the interaction, taking in the tense air between the two of you.

“Guys I’m telling you something’s not right. I know it was stupid, but Mark is really suffering.” Renjun spilled to the rest of the boys, “We ran into Y/N and he looked so depressed. It was really bad.”

“Well, of course it’s gonna be bad, Mark basically used her.” Haechan let out, never thinking about his words.

“Haechan!”

“What am I wrong?” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“You don’t have to say it like that.” Jaemin scolded, glancing at Jeno who seemed more stoney than usual.

“He’s right though.” Jeno let out. “It’s my fault, I never should’ve let Mark do it.”

“Jeno, you didn’t know what Tae Oh was going to do.” Jaemin comforted him, to which he was met with empty eyes.

“I ran into Y/N, but she wasn’t having it. I don’t think she’ll ever forgive him.” Jeno dropped his head in his hands.

There was a silence as none of the boys knew how to comfort him.

“What’s going on?” Mark stood in the doorway, watching the scene before him unfold.

“Nothing.” Renjun quickly covered up.

“Jeno? What’s going on?” Mark ignored Renjun’s excuse and focused on the downtrodden boy.

“I’m sorry.” Jeno’s voice sounded broken, leaving Mark on edge.

“Why?”

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have let you do it. I swear I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. I tried to explain everything to Y/N, I’ll try again, I promise.” He pleaded with Mark, hoping that he would forgive him.

“Oh.” Mark stepped back from Jeno, the emotionless tone coming through again.

“Please, I promise I’ll try to fix things.”

“Don’t, it’s fine. There’s nothing to fix anymore.” Jeno hated the look Mark had on his face. “Don’t bother explaining, she already knows everything.”

“What?” Renjun butted in, unable to hold his curiosity.

“She overheard everything. We didn’t actually sleep together, she just let me pretend so we would win the bet.” Mark picked up his bag that he had dropped on the floor earlier.

“But-”

“Jeno, it’s fine. Explaining won’t change anything. There’s nothing you can do to change it. Don’t stress yourself out, or blame yourself. I’m just as much at fault, I chose to do it.”

With that Mark, left the same way he came in, no longer feeling like he could stand to be under the scrutiny of the other boys.

“Wait, she knew? And she faked the whole thing for him?” Haechan scratched his head, still processing the bomb Mark dropped on them. “But doesn’t that mean that she still cares about him? Why would she do that for him?”

“Haechan for once you didn’t say something stupid. I agree. I think we should talk to Y/N, chances are if she did that for him, she still cares about him.” Renjun nodded enthusiastically, eager to fix the situation.

“I’ll do it.” Jeno said, gritting his teeth.

“Jeno.”

“No, I fucked everything up, I need to fix it.” He turned to Jaemin, placing a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him.

“I know what you did.” Jeno blurted out, startling you.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you and Mark didn’t actually sleep together.” The look on his face slightly scared you, and you weren’t sure whether him knowing was a good thing or not.

“Did he tell you that?” You cocked your head to the side, trying to feel out the situation.

“Yeah, and I know why you did it too.” Jeno leaned down, getting eye level with you. “You still like him don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I did it cause I felt bad. I didn’t want to feel like it was my fault you guys would suffer.” You looked away from him, watching the stream of students exit the library. “And no, how could I like him after that? He used me.”

“You know exactly why though, if you’re going to hate anyone, hate me.” His words more aggressive, a tactic he was using to redirect your anger.

“I don’t hate him,” you mumbled out, “and I don’t hate you.”

“See, you did that because you still care about him.” He prodded, “If you didn’t you would’ve never let him pretend to go through with it.”

He paused letting that sink in, “For what it’s worth, he still cares very much about you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so depressed.”

You sighed, “I don’t want him to be depressed.”

“Then you should talk to him. I know you guys still have feelings for each other, and honestly it’s hurting you guys more to ignore it.” He raised his eyebrows earnestly, giving you a tempting offer.

“I know for a fact that if you were willing to take him back, he would beg for forgiveness. Mark loves you Y/N.” The last bit came out soft, but it had the biggest impact.

Your heart ached, yearning for him despite the situation.

“Just talk to him. I know I don’t deserve to ask that of you, but I’m begging you, for Mark’s sake.” You had never seen Jeno this distraught before.

All you could do is nod.

“Y/N?” Mark froze at the sight of you standing on the other side of the door.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, com- come on in.” He stuttered, embarrassed at how nervous he was. “Do you want something to drink... or?”

“No, I’m fine.” You mumbled, staring at your sleeves. “I just wanted to talk about, you know.”

“Right.”

The two of you took the chance to settle into the familiar couch, memories of your relationship coming back to you.

“I don-”

“I know-”

You blushed at the awkward atmosphere.

“You first.” Mark let you continue.

You cleared your throat. “I talked to Jeno.”

He nodded silently, “I told him to stop bothering you, I’ll talk to him again.”

“No, there’s no need.” You let out, “We talked about some things, more specifically things between us.”

Mark gulped, unable to see where you were going with this.

“I’m probably really stupid for doing this, but I’m obviously attracted to stupid.” You tried to joke, referencing Mark. No matter how much you tried to relieve the tension, it still hovered over you like a think cloud.

He let out a nervous laugh, dying out to let you continue.

“You have no how much I wanted to hate you when I found out. And you have no idea how much I hated myself for not hating you.”

Mark sat up at the insinuation that you didn’t hate him.

“Mark, I still like you a lot. There’s a part of me that hates myself for liking you even after everything, but there’s a larger part of me that tells me that this is more important.” You took a deep breath, struggling to finish your thought.

“I love you.”

You choked back your breath in shock, you weren’t expecting him to confess so bluntly.

“I was stupid and I hate that I did that to you, but I want you do know that I don’t regret helping Jeno, I just should’ve gone about it a different way, one that wouldn’t have any casualties. I would’ve begged on my knees if I had to, but I didn’t feel like I had the right to. Honestly, I figured I would be doing you a favor by leaving you alone.” His nervous tick of picking at his nails made it clear that he was just as nervous as you were.

“I don’t want to praise you for doing something like this, because it was stupid and hurtful, but I’m glad you were able to help Jeno.” You smiled at him, “He’s really thankful, you have know idea how many times he let me know that. He also kept me updated on you, and that definitely didn’t help my feelings go away.”

Mark felt a surge of happiness rise in him, the realization that you still like him, the hope that this wasn’t the end of your relationship, and the gratitude that his prayers were answered.

“Mark, I love you too.”

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slightlymore · 4 years ago

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the cave

fratboy!jeno x fem reader

Genre: One-shot | Smut | Haters (kinda) to lovers (kinda) | a little fluff

Words: 5.7K

Warnings: rough and dirty, semi-public setting (car)

For my 🍓 anon ❤️

It was late afternoon and you were in Jeno Lee’s car.

Yes, that Jeno Lee.

How did that happen and where were you going? You had no idea.

Just a few minutes ago you were walking through the parking lot, fuming and wanting to fight him. You had a stupid presentation for a terrible class and not only you were paired with him but you also did the majority of the work alone since he was “busy”, and he didn’t even show up.

This was the time you would choke him.

You heard the voices of his friends first, loud and obnoxious, then you saw him. Sprawled on the hood of his car, Jeno Lee was smiling with not one single worry in mind. You tightened your fists.

The chatter slowly died as you approached them like a bolt, and Jeno sat up, putting one leg down and keeping the one up manspreading as if he was the king of the world.

God, you hated him.

“Why didn’t you come to class?” you hit his foot with yours.

A chorus of voices reacted to that with loud “woo”s, laughing, hitting each other in the ribs like children. The only one with a poker face was Jeno himself as he looked down at his now slightly dusty shoe then slowly at your figure.

You were standing there, arms crossed on your chest and furious eyes. When he reached them he smiled.

“Why? You missed me, doll?” he asked instigating a new flood of giggles.

You rolled your eyes.

He wouldn’t be so snarky without his group of frat boys to shield his back.

You looked at them one by one, with their matching leather jackets and their friendship bracelets, with their weird chants and intricate handshakes, and you really wanted to hate them.

And you did.

But it would be a lie to say that they weren’t also somewhat intriguing.

You would follow them with your eyes as they walked around the college campus, untouchable but weirdly friendly with everyone. Thoughts about their secret meetings and discussion topics would roam your head at night, as well as thoughts about - well, Jeno, because you hated him - and the main thing everyone was curious about: the Cave.

The Cave was a place, god knows what kind, where they would spend most of their time when not illegally racing with their flashy cars in the city or flirting with girls at some party.

The Cave was almost a legend, talked by all students and even professors. No one really knew what they were doing there but the rumors were wild: they had a giant trampoline, they had a fighting ring, they did blood sacrifices. The boys never tried to make them die and you were almost sure that they secretly created some of them themselves.

“I don’t think you’d be so carefree if I told Mark that you messed up with his car last week,” you said nonchalantly while lazily picking at your nails.

The chatter died. You smiled satisfied.

No one knew anything about the Dreamies but somehow everyone was aware of their first three rules.

1. No one besides the Dreamies can know the Cave’s location.

2. No one besides the Dreamies can enter the Cave.

3. No one can touch Mark’s car.

This Mark guy was the Dreamies’ leader but took off a semester for some family business leaving Jeno in charge. They’ve been good for a while, following the rules and behaving as usual. It was not until last week that you accidentally - or not so accidentally - overheard them talk about their plans to use Mark’s car for that day’s race.

“But we didn-”. One of the guys, Chenle?, started to talk but Jeno stopped him by lightly hitting his chest with the back of his hand before he could complete his sentence.

Then with a fluid movement, almost like a cat, he descended from the hood, landing on his feet right in front of you.

Your breath hitched and you definitely jolted. He was as close as to kiss you if only you raised your head to look at him. But you kept it low, staring at his throat instead, trying hard to not step back and look intimidated.

Jeno wanted to look at you in the eyes though, and he did as he pleased, dragging one of his fingers along your jaw before placing it under your chin and lifting it up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were dark as one has when aroused or angry. The sudden tingle in your stomach indicated that you secretly wanted for it to be the first case but as soon as Jeno spoke, you knew that it was the latter one instead.

“I can recognize a threat when I hear one,” his deep voice said almost in a whisper. “What do you want?” he asked soon after.

You gulped.

Staring at him like that you realized you lost your voice and if only he let his hand fall down to your neck Jeno would know just how fast your pulse was.

“T- take me to the Cave,” you sputtered out trying to sound confident but ending up stuttering.

The boys starter to chat loudly again, surprised and shocked, trying to convince Jeno to not do it.

“Listen, what’s worse? Breaking the third rule or the first one?” one voice asked, probably Jisung.

“Why are we even having this conversation? Tell her how to behave like a good girl,” the only lazy and unbothered voice said, definitely Jaemin.

While the others yelled Jeno’s expression didn’t shift. His eyes stared at you as if trying to read something deep inside yours and after a while you found yourself sweating.

“So?” you spoke up. “What’s your decision?” you asked faking fearlessness.

“Ok,” he simply replied letting your chin go and stepping back.

Everyone yelled, even more, surrounding both of you.

“Jeno, I swear, you’re fucking dumb sometimes,” Renjun said crossing his arms on his chest.

“Sometimes?” Haechan raised one eyebrow, amused. The boy hopped off the hood as well and smiled at you.

“Let him do it,” he added getting closer and walking around your body until stopping behind you.

“But...” Haechan placed his hands on your shoulders and leaned in as if wanting to whisper in your ear, “...we’re going to break only the second rule,” he added and from the tone of his voice, you could tell that he was smirking.

Jeno, still standing in front of you, smiled as well looking at whatever expression Haechan was making.

This was not a good sign.

“Hop in the car, doll,” Jeno suddenly ordered, and before you could make a step Haechan was already pushing you towards the passenger’s seat while Jeno opened the door of the driver’s side.

You looked at everyone’s expressions and by now, they were all smiling knowingly as if the message from before passed to their minds telepathically. Was this also a Dreamies thing?

Sitting down, Haechan put in the seatbelt for you.

“Safety first, love, remember it,” he winked and in a second the door was closed and you were on the road. ______

You’ve been driving in silence for a few minutes. The car was warm from being under the sun the whole day but the air conditioning kicking it gave relief to your hot cheeks. You’ve never been in a guy’s car before and you’ve never been alone with Jeno Lee. You dared him to take you to the Cave but you didn’t think he’d accept. You’ll go there and see it, then what?

You shivered, feeling uneasy.

Jeno was looking straight ahead and you weren’t able to decipher his expression. With the corner of your eyes, you kept on staring at his profile then quickly glancing at his hand placed on top of the wheel, then even quicker as if not letting even yourself notice it, at his thighs.

Oh God.

You looked away.

You gulped down and breathed in and out to calm your nerves.

Fuck, his car smells just like him.

You closed your eyes annoyed.

“Seriously, why didn’t you come to class today? I had to do the presentation all alone,” you said suddenly, hoping that talking with him would prevent your mind from roaming to dangerous places.

“I wanted to make you angry,” he replied with a little smile.

Your head snapped towards him.

“And are you satisfied now?” you asked irritated.

“I am very satisfied,” he glanced at you for a split second but it was enough for you to see his flirty eyes.

You opened your mouth to continue with the bickering when he suddenly pulled over to the side and turned his whole body towards you.

You felt your eyes widen and you looked outside the window.

Finally.

The Cave.

“Is this it?” you asked gazing the anonymous buildings running along the street. But then you felt his body getting closer and the first thing you thought about was worrying that your breath wasn’t fresh enough for him to kiss you.

You turned your head towards him and placing a hand on his chest you stopped him, embarrassed. He looked up surprised.

“I’m-” you stuttered trying to say something, unable to look at him in the eyes.

He chuckled and placed a hand on top of yours, caressing it for a second, pressing it on his body - and those were definitely some hard pecs - before forcing it down on your thigh.

“I need to get-” he said leaning towards you again and moving your legs by touching your bare knees, “-this,” he finished the sentence as he opened the compartment in front of you and retrieving a black scarf.

You jolted at his touch and jolted again when he straightened his back, getting behind the wheel and making you feel the soft material on your skin in the movement.

“I would never kiss you without you asking me, doll,” he smiled seeing your embarrassed expression.

“What?” you asked as a reflex, the hope of him not noticing that, vanishing.

“I said,” he repeated slowly, “I would never kiss-”.

“I heard what you said,” you interrupted him. “I meant, why do you think that-,” you went on with your question but Jeno talked on top of you as well.

“Because I can see it”.

Your words died in your throat. He was staring as if ready to eat you all up, with those eyes of his and that fucking smirk.

“Well, it’s not true,” you finally replied then you cleared your throat. “What are we doing? Is this the place?” you added trying to deviate the discourse from kissing, looking around you, but Jeno didn’t budge.

“Tell me again”.

The silence became the protagonist for a moment after he said that and air got suddenly warm and thick.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked. Your voice, previously high, imitated his tone.

“Tell me that you don’t want me to kiss you,” he explained.

“I said it already”.

Jeno placed one arm around your seat and leaned in again, this time close to your ear.

“Tell me ‘Jeno, I don’t want you to slowly taste my lips then grab my sides as I whine into the kiss from wanting more and I don’t want you to slide your tongue into my mouth as I climb into your lap and sit on those thighs that I definitely didn’t stare at the whole drive while your hands fall down to my ass and press me down hard as I start to grind-’”.

You kissed him.

Yeah.

Just like that.

You pressed your lips on his and you liked the way his breath hitched for a split second.

He was teasing you and you hated him so much that you had to do it. Because he was irritating and mighty and obnoxious and you hated him. You would look at his long legs under the class desk or at his back, you would look at his hands twirling the pen on his long fingers, you would hear his laugh on the university corridors, you would look at his bare arms as he played basketball, and you hated him.

So fucking much.

But then the kiss didn’t go into the direction you hoped it would go.

He broke it off after a little while making it more like a longer peck rather than kiss.

You looked up at his face surprised and flustered.

“Put this on your eyes,” he gave you the scarf. You looked down at it confused.

Uhm? Hello? We were kissing.

“I’ll show you the cave but you can’t know where that is,” he explained.

You looked up at him again.

Okay, but what does that have to do with you kissing? Was he playing? He just wanted to see you all worked up for nothing just like he wanted to see you angry?

Yes, you hated him.

You slid the material from his hands in a single movement, trying hard to not let him know how embarrassed you were from trying to kiss him while he refused.

You stared him down daringly while bringing the scarf to your face and knotting it behind your head.

“Is this alright?” you asked irritated mostly because you were feeling embarrassed out of your fucking mind and acting angry was better than letting him know just how weak that peck made you.

But Jeno didn’t reply. The only sounds were your breaths, yours - quicker and sharper, his - deep and relaxed.

"Jeno? Are we goin-" but he shut you up by brushing his lips with your again instead, this time wrapping your jaw with his hand and placing the other one on your side, touching the bare skin on your lower stomach that the t-shirt revealed.

You whined surprised putting your hands on his chest and whined again as you felt his velvety tongue on your bottom lip, nudging at it for you to open up, and you did, letting him slide inside, playing with your tongue.

Fuck, you were kissing Jeno Lee.

His fingers caressed the side of your face before letting them fall down to your shoulder and down even more. Wrapping your waist with his arm he pulled you closer and you let out a little yelp as you let yourself be dragged towards him.

You sat down on his thighs and unable to see, you brought your hands up to feel his lips, caressing his neck and face in the process.

You heard him chuckle as his hands went up and down on your back, sending shivers all over your spine. All of your other senses got sharper and your skin shivered under his touch, your ears picked up the notes of his voice, you breathed in his perfume feeling dizzy.

When you finally reached his lips you couldn’t do anything but lightly moan as your finger got wrapped by their softness, sucked in, and played with.

“Jeno,” your voice trembled surprised. He hummed back as a reply.

You let him circle it with his tongue then kitty lick the tip and you were almost ready to deadass ask him to eat you out just like that when the car made a weird noise and you fell on his chest with a high pitched scream.

“Jeno! Don’t recline your seat so suddenly,” you whined, sensing what just happened.

Jeno chuckled on your lips and wrapped his arms around your body before kissing them again.

“Say my name again just like that, doll,” he whispered.

Your knees got weak.

You were panting, adrenaline kicking in making your limbs trembling. His presence was so strong, overwhelming you. You were sitting on Jeno Lee's hard cock while he was making out with you and suddenly you remembered that you were supposed to hate him.

Whining as he bit your lower lip and as his hands palmed your ass cheeks you broke off the kiss just enough for you to whisper.

“Give me a reason to call your name like that,” you replied feeling brave, like a challenge. You wanted him to feel weak and hopeless in front of you as well. You wanted him to whine and moan as you made him feel good.

But you regretted it the same second as the last syllable left your lips when Jeno’s fingers draped your stomach and got underneath the fabric of your jeans.

“Jeno!” you shifted your body surprised. “Wait-”

Jeno’s fingers stopped right on top of your clit. You moaned softly under your breath and hid your face in the crook of his neck at the sensation.

No, no, this was no good. You had to stop.

"Fuck, oh fuck, wait-" you mumbled.

“Doll,” he chuckled, “you have to let my hand go if you want us to stop,” he added.

You gulped realizing that his hand was trapped under your body weight and you tried to collect all the force you had to lift yourself up and just stop whatever he wanted to do to you.

But your hips just started to move on their own and you whined fighting with yourself.

Jeno chuckled again and nibbled at your neck.

“Doll,” he warned you still keeping his hand still, “you said you didn’t want this,” he added as you rocked on his fingers slowly.

“Shut up, I want this but you make me so angry so I hate that I want this,” you breathed into his ear.

“Oh, so you hate me?” he grabbed your hips with the other hand stopping your motion while the other started to circle your clit slowly, getting in charge of the action. You buried your face into his neck even more to muffle the sounds you were starting to make.

Fuck it felt so good.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Because I make you angry?”

“Y-yes," your voice trembled.

“Do you get this wet every time someone makes you angry?” he nudged with his nose at the side of your face before placing a kiss there.

“No, it happens only with you-” you whined stretching the last word in a high moan as Jeno slid one finger inside of you with a soft groan.

You had no idea why you were so honest with him. You dreamed about that situation happening so many times but you had no idea how good you would feel by having your body pressed on his, one hand caressing you while the other pumping slowly inside, touching places you didn't know could make you feel so dizzy.

“You get so worked up that you want me to fuck you? Huh? Perhaps I should have taken you right when you came up angrily at me, in front of everyone,” he said and you moaned as a reply, not stopping your mind from imagining all of that, you bent over the hood of his car, Jeno thrusting inside of you-

“Oh, you like that? You want everyone to watch?” he added a second finger as he felt you clenching, making your whole body shudder on top of him.

You nodded and he let out the air through his teeth, picking up the pace and ending up rubbing himself in the process as well.

He pumped hard inside of you, letting his other hand rise under your t-shirt and palm your breasts on top of your bralette. He definitely liked the thin material of that as a second soft groan escaped his lips while rolling one of your nipples with two fingers. When he pinched it and sat up to reach it with his teeth you let your head fall back and intertwined your fingers in his hair. He pulled your bra down and sucked on your nipples, biting down, then sucked on the skin above that, then on your soft neck.

“Jeno- I’m about - I’m - I think - fuck,” you stuttered about to cum but you probably shouldn’t have said that as he retrieved his fingers from you in the same moment.

You gasped about to whine for edging you like that but you didn’t manage to as he shoved his fingers inside your mouth. You sucked on them, tasting your own arousal.

“Get back to your seat,” he ordered.

“Jeno-,” you lifted your hands to your face as to remove the scarf from your eyes but he stopped you by grabbing your wrists.

“Be a good girl and maybe I’ll make you cum.”

“But-,”

“You wanted to see the Cave, now you’ll going to see it.”

In a second your ass touched your own seat and the engine of the car rumbled indicated that Jeno started to drive. You still couldn’t see but you were sure that you were going very fast.

“If you touch yourself I’m going to spank you,” he warned you seeing one of your hands glide between your legs. You were so close before that your mind was all foggy. You didn’t stop at his words and let out the dirtiest moans instead fingering yourself on the passenger seat.

“Perhaps I would like that,” you replied breathlessly.

Jeno swore quietly and you would have loved to see his expression.

“Doll, stop or I’m going to lose control of the wheel.” His voice was low and threatening.

“Then stop driving and fuck me,” you replied, and right at that moment, the wheels screeched and you heard Jeno getting out of the car slamming the door.

You were breathing so heavily from edging yourself for the second time and for the excitement of what was about to happen.

You jolted as your door got opened and your wrist grabbed by his strong fingers. Jeno dragged you out of the car and made you walk hurriedly into a certain direction. As a door creaked after the sound of keys and the air suddenly changed - leather and men - you knew you were entering the Cave.

You walked a few steps on what seemed concrete then the sound of your shoes got muffled as you stepped on something resembling a rug. Jeno pushed you towards what seemed like a couch, your face met a leathery surface, your jeans got dragged down and your ass got spanked, all in a second.

“Here you go, doll,” he groaned after the second slap making you jolt. "Do you like this? Hm?"

You clenched your jaw and you felt your core dripping.

After the third slap, his hand wrapped your ass, kneading the softness of it and his fingers slid inside of you again. This time he didn’t play, and finger fucked you the way you wanted. You whined, the new angle making your whole body quiver. You felt exposed, unable to see and it was an assault on all of your nerves.

Your toes curled just like his fingers did inside of you and he drove you insane until your body trembled and your throat hurt from moaning his name, coming all over his fingers.

Trying hard to catch your breath and come down from your high you whined when Jeno suddenly took the scarf from your eyes. You narrowed them, hurt by the sudden exposure to light, and tried to focus on what was around you but didn’t manage to see anything as Jeno made your turn around and sit down, coming up in front of you, hands slowly unbuttoning his jeans.

You sat upright, looking at his face first, showing how fucked up you were, then at his fingers as they dragged his boxers down and wrapped his hard cock. Jeno let out a relieved moan, stroking it slowly for a few seconds then with the other hand he cupped your face. You opened your mouth, staring at him and letting your tongue out.

"Fuck," he swore through his teeth as he made his cock bounce on your tongue a few times, hitting it lightly. You let him do that then licked the tip, slowly and delicately, teasing him. He hissed, breathing sharply through his teeth.

"I've always wanted to see you like this," he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb as you had his cock like a lollipop. “Teary-eyed, fucked dumb, sucking me off,” he added caressing your skin.

You whimpered and took him in as much as you could, giving him a deep suck and he reacted just the way that you wanted, eyes closed, head fallen back, a low moan escaping his lips.

You went on fast, wanting to drive him insane just like what he was doing to you.

"Slower, doll," he breathed out and seeing him like that, with hooded eyes, you knew that you could break him if you wanted.

Or so you thought.

Because after you ignored his order again he yanked your face away and grabbing your wrists he made you stand in front of him before turning you around. Your bare ass was against his cock and his arms wrapped you tight, bending you down until your hands reached the couch arm and you pressed your fingers into it to sustain yourself.

"I said," his dangerous voice sending shots of adrenaline through your body, "to slow down. If you're so eager I'm going to fuck you on my terms," he slapped your ass again and you felt your back snap as a response.

Jeno dug his fingers into your flesh and slowly slipped his cock between your thighs, right below your dripping pussy but without touching it. He groaned and held your waist, thrusting slowly, fucking himself.

You whined clenching.

"Jeno," you begged him.

"You want my cock?" he groaned and you nodded.

"You should have been a good girl and I might have let you bounce on it," he added, accompanying his words with another slap on your ass. You moaned again feeling him so close yet without giving you any friction and you shifted your body to grind on it but his fingers kept you in place.

"Stay put doll," he warned with a low voice. You ignored him again and slid one hand on your stomach, directing it towards your clit, aching for release.

Jeno growled and grabbed your arms, making you hit your face on the soft couch not being able to sustain yourself anymore. He held your wrists with one hand and put them behind your back, his hips never finishing chasing his high, rubbing his cock between the soft skin of your thigh, and - fuck - it was so hot, it was driving you insane. You were feeling it, hot and thick, and looking down, you could see how the tip of it would poke out, wet thanks to your dripping pussy above it.

"Jeno, I hate you," you whimpered. "I want to cum."

"I don't think you hate me, doll," he chuckled with a short breath.

"I do," you replied tightening your legs around him and making Jeno moan deeply for the first time.

He grabbed your ass and in a second he was on his knees. You shivered in anticipation as his fingers caressed your lips, opening them up and licking a long stripe along your core. Your lips parted in a silent moan.

"You still hate me?" he asked and his breath on your plump pussy made you shudder.

"Yes," you replied with a muffled voice as you were pressing it on the couch.

Jeno clicked his tongue as if disappointed and suddenly buried his face into you, eating you out just the way he sucked on your finger before.

You were fucking gone.

The moans you let out were the dirtiest you've ever made and the wet sounds of your arousal mixed with Jeno's saliva made you light-headed.

"I love it, yes, fuck, I love it, Jeno, Jeno-" you cried out, your hands gripping the couch until your knuckles got lighter from effort.

You came a second time, trembling hard, and Jeno didn't stop. He fucked you with his tongue through your orgasm, making you jolt, making you scream, then he got up leaving you a second to breathe, too short for you to get down from your high.

You wanted to look back, to see his face but he grabbed your arms again, pushing your body into the couch, filling you all up with his cock until his balls hit the back of your thighs.

You cried out, almost sobbing.

His thrusts were deep and quick loading the air of your moans and his grunts. Your whole body was bouncing and the side of your face was rubbing on the rough leather of the couch.

"Do you hate me, doll?" he groaned, moving his hips in short and controlled hits.

"I don't," you replied weakly, all force leaving your body.

He hummed pleased and slowed down with a deep rumble of his throat making you feel every inch of his cock.

"You've been frustrated for a long time, right, doll? You wanted my cock so badly, didn't you?"

You nodded. "Yes, yes, please" you wailed.

"Is this why you wanted to come to the Cave? To beg me to fuck you?"

Your body shivered, aching for him to go faster.

"Yes," you breathed out. "Fuck me harder, please".

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot,” Jeno mumbled.

He yanked you by the arms, lifting your torso again and holding your wrists with one hand he wrapped the other around your throat. You moaned as he picked up the pace, finally letting himself go, messily thrusting into you.

You screamed as you reached your third orgasm, this one even stronger than the others and your voice got accompanied by Jeno's groan as he released into you as well.

You were on the verge of passing out when he pulled out slowly, limbs weak and blood boiling.

He let go of your arms gently and you sunk into the couch on your stomach, breathing heavily.

Jeno was panting as well as he sat down beside you, letting his head fall back to catch his breath.

You both rested, with closed eyes until you were able to raise your head and look at him.

"I didn't notice you were wearing a condom," you said with a hoarse voice and Jeno opened up his eyes to look back.

"Of course I would wear a condom, you silly," he replied quietly. His voice was tired and soft while his hand approached your head to caress your hair slowly. Then it went to your swollen and abused lips, touching them delicately.

You felt your cheeks heat up.

Both empty and burnt-out, you suddenly felt embarrassed for everything you've said before. Also, you've never seen Jeno like that, with no smirk on and without flirting. Your heart fluttered seeing him with rosy cheeks and feeling his fingers play with your hair like that.

"Well, I-" you started but got embarrassed even harder trying to get up, unsure of what to do next.

He smiled and pulled you closer to make you rest your head on his lap, then leaning down he pressed his lips on yours.

"Why? You wanted me to fill you all up with my cum?" he whispered and you froze for a second before lightly hitting his chest. He chuckled at your reaction.

Yeah, you still kinda hated him and no, he wasn't soft at all.

Jeno was about to open his mouth to say something snarky again when the sound of multiple cars made you both look towards the door.

"Must be the others," he just said unbothered.

"Fuck," you sat up in a hurry and grabbed your jeans.

Your legs were all wobbly as you tried to get dressed before the boys entered the cave. Looking at Jeno you rolled your eyes.

"Hurry up!" you ordered and he chuckled again, lazily buttoning his pants.

The sound of the Dreamies' voices made you turn around your head. Your heart was pumping blood at a crazy speed.

"Knock knock, may we come in?" Renjun asked amused.

You sat down beside Jeno as he replied that yes, they may, and tried hard to stop yourself from panting.

The boys entered laughing and looking around curiously.

"Everything alright?" Haechan asked with a smirk.

You acted nonchalantly. "Yes". Your voice came out too high pitched for it to be considered casual though.

Haechan raised his eyebrows once at you then looked at Jeno. You jerked you face to Jeno to see his expression, afraid that he would give everything away, but whatever face he made it was already gone as he looked at you as well with an innocent face. But Haechan was satisfied since he chuckled.

"I hope that seeing the cave was a nice experience," Jaemin sat down on the couch beside you.

"Oh yes, I had a good time," you replied, suddenly unable to carry on a normal conversation.

The others spread around the room and you looked around, finally being able to see what the Cave was even about. A garage, full of the weirdest things such as expensive motorcycles and arcade games, but also normal stuff, a low table, chairs, food, empty bottles of beer, a fridge, a guitar, drums, blankets, videogames. No trampoline, no blood.

You had to admit, you were a little disappointed but it was definitely a cozy place.

You were about to relax, listening to the boy’s chatter as the conversation went away from you when Jaemin looked down near his foot, keeping it up a few centimetres from the ground as if not wanting to step on something.

"Oh, I bet you had a good time," he commented amusedly.

You looked down as well and you felt your world collapse as you noticed the used condom. Haechan turned around and laughed at the scene.

"I'm glad you took my advice," he joked.

Everyone giggled.

Fuck.

You sat up, dying from the embarrassment and mumbled that you had to go. You made a few steps as everyone tried to stop you.

"Y/N, wait," Jaemin spoke up. You turned around.

"You forgot these," he smiled with your panties draped on one of his fingers.

Your eyes widened and in a second you yanked them from his hands. Jeno had the courtesy of looking embarrassed as well.

"Oh, they're still damp," Jaemin commented rubbing his index and thumb together.

"Shut up!" you said putting them away from their eyes.

Jeno chuckled and got up. "Leave her alone Jaemin," he straightened his pants and walked towards you. "Wait, I'll drive you," he said to you.

"I don't need you. I can go home alone," you crossed your arms on your chest.

Jeno's smile didn't flatter and he took your hand, pulling you towards him.

"This act is useless now. I know you don't hate me, doll. On the contrary," he whispered on your temple before placing a kiss on your forehead.

Fuck it.

You bit your lower lip and let him wrap your shoulders, walking towards the door showered by the Dreamies' cheers.

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rouiyan · 4 years ago

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𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌, <3 [ 𝘭.𝘫𝘯 ]

synopsis: in which the worst christmas ever takes a turn for the better (and it rhymes!)

✧ idol!lee jeno x (fem.) reader ✧ best friends to lovers

✧ genres : fluff → ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ → FLUFF ✧ word count : 2.8k ✧ disclaimers : none

✧ author’s note — an impulsively written fic, done in a single one-hour-long sitting, and therefore isn't structured very well and has two or three potential plot holes. was the og christmas special but then 'this shirt of his' decided it wanted to go from 300 words to >10k so there's that. merry early christmas !!

"oh dear, that was not a look," jeno hopes the sarcasm in his voice masks his fear. he's a second too slow when he pulls the photo away from your sight, you've already seen the garish fit, blue jeans with an odd cut and the equally blue long-sleeve paired with thick rimmed glasses and matted hair. haechan steals the photo from behind jeno's back and shoves it your way, a mischievous plot already forming in mind. to his delight, jeno's face grows in horror as he watches you grin excitedly at the picture in your hands. "aww, you were so awkward back then. this one's one of my favorites," jeno flushes deeply at your words, there is not a thing in him that can help it. unearthing the photo albums from their trainee days wasn't his idea. rather, it was yours, also making it so he couldn't help it.

"i think we're done for today," he hurriedly shuts the album in front of him without realizing you were still holding onto the photo. you look as if you were to complain and he's also a second away from opening it up again just to dissipate the frown on your face. instead, you say something a little more horrifying, "then can i keep this one? i like it-"

"no!" he retraces as fast as he'd exclaimed, "i mean- wait, why?"

renjun fakes vomits in the background as you reach up to pat down some of jeno's wild hairs. he's just as sick of this as haechan and the others. rolling his eyes, he watches the scene unfold before him like some monotonous kdrama, the male lead always ends up with the female lead anyways. hand back at your side, you let a giggle erupt from your bearings. jeno's face heats up a little more. "why are you so embarrassed, jen? it's not like i didn't know you back then."

the boy in front of you drags a hand across his neck in attempt to cool down the feverish feeling. "i- i know, it's just-" it's just i've liked you since back then. "i don't know," i've always known that i liked you. "it's nothing, really." what you think of me means the world to me.

jeno blinks once and you're one step closer to him. he debates never blinking again if it means never missing your actions. your hand is warm against his as you slip the picture into his palm, closing his fingers around it. jeno takes note of how your voice is also warm, "then keep it, i don't want it if you're not comfortable with me having it."

the picture lays on his bedside table as he stirs in the dark. the winter is cold and his blankets, though thick and abundant, do nothing to warm his heart, something he knows from experience only your presence can alleviate.

jeno is more than eager to toss his blankets aside and go back to gaming but he remembers the text you'd sent after you'd gotten back to your place. something like sleep early <3 though he really only remembers the '<3' part for sure. funny enough, that's the one thing that keeps him up all night.

jeno counts one minute this time, only one minute after he'd pressed the 'post' button, until he sees your username and accompanying profile picture pop up in his notifications. the nct instagram account is for all the members' use but he knows that you only follow it to like his posts exclusively. it's totally not as if he'd checked each and every post to see which ones you liked. jeno beams and punches a subtle fist into the air under the counter. unluckily for him, haechan notices. "what, she liked your post again? you know, she liked mine too."

maybe it's actually a lucky happenstance that haechan had noticed. "what?! no, she didn't." jeno dives back into the depths of his phone and scrolls through to find his friend's christmas selfie. haechan only chuckles beside him and upon hearing this, jeno looks up with a slight twitch of his lip, "so you're kidding." taking his empty cereal bowl in both hands, haechan's smile only grows snarkier as he slips off the stool. he claps a hand onto jeno's shoulder, "chin up lover boy, we all know she's only got eyes for you."

jeno clips down a smile as he returns to his own cereal, the flakes now soggy and the milk now gray. he downs it all in three gulps, sets the bowl back on the counter, spoon clattering, and reverts his eyes back onto his phone just in time to see an incoming text from you lighting the lockscreen. merry christmas! i think i might have time to come over later today, like late late. ask the others if that's fine with them. he doesn't ask, he already knows it's fine when he replies not a second afterwards yeah sure, merry christmas to you too, he pauses, taking a breather before sending the next, extremely risky, text, see you later <3.

slamming his phone face down on the counter and jolting upright, the stool almost toppling over, he grabs the bowl with such force that has jaemin in the living room popping his head in to check if he's okay. evidently, he's not. jeno scrubs at the dishes with acute fervor in hopes to mask the embarrassment and oncoming wave of doubt that's sure to overcome him if he doesn't preoccupy his mind with other things. jaemin is just about screaming over the sound of the fifty or so dishes that have been left unwashed for weeks on end. "jeno! jeno, what are you doing?!"

the clanking of tableware ceases. jeno reroutes his mind to focus on tapping his toes as fast as he can as he veers in the direction of jaemin's voice, eyes frantic. the kitchen is silent, save for the gush of water from the sink behind him, though his voice is unnecessarily loud and unnaturally high when he speaks, "i'm washing the dishes."

"yes, i can see, but like- why are-"

he's is cut off by the sound of a ping from jeno's phone on the counter. jaemin is reaching over to check the notification for him when jeno's eyes widen even further and he yanks off the pink rubber dishwashing gloves with a resounding snap and dives for his phone before jaemin can even lay a finger on it. bewildered, jaemin gives a simple, "oh," in realization as he draws back.

you're gonna love my gift, jeno. i just know you will <3

and the dishes stay unwashed. at least they got a good rinse.

late, late turns out to be even later than precedented, for you at least, though you're sure that most the boys are still awake at 2:12 in the morning. it isn't christmas anymore but you lack the attentiveness to care in the state that you are in right now, pressing the buzzer just outside their door rather aggressively and panting in equal fashion. you slump into yourself as your mind glosses over the past day and how horridly it had panned out to be. frustration curls and lashes within your actions and you want nothing more than to just drop their gifts off and leave.

crouching with both arms still planted taut on the bike, your frustrations seems to take on a path of their own, emitting echoing sobs from your being. the tears slide fast onto the floor beneath with nothing to obstruct their merry way. there, they accommodate each other to form a puddle of sorts, one that you stare intently at as it only seems to grow in size with every hiccup of a sob you give.

startled by the opening of the door in front of you, it's as if you've forgotten why you're here in the first place but upon seeing the boy at the door, your best friend who, by the look of it has been up playing games with heavy bags under his eyes, you don't bother to collect yourself or even conceal your tears.

"y/n, why are you-" he stops, he can't help the laugh that so naturally comes to him. it really is only natural when the sight before him is so dismally absurd. you have indeed come bearing gifts. one of your arms, or the elbow of it, has a giant bag looped around it, the contents of a dozen or so wrapped oblongs threatening to overflow. both hands situated soundly on the giant bike before you, your whole configuration making it slightly difficult to fit comfortably in the narrow hallway. staring up at him, first confoundingly, you mull over the situation at hand yourself and, in the midst of the tears, you start to laugh as well.

you stand, stretching out the joints in your knees as you shove the bag into his arms and then almost run the bike into his balls, shaking your head in amusement and carelessness as he gives a yelp and a jump of surprise. he takes the bag in his arms and moves to let you in, though his eyes never part from you. simply, there is much that he wants to ask but he doesn't until you are safely put upon his bed and he is safely knelt before you, hands in your lap and also clasped in your hold.

"wanna tell me?" jeno's voice is soft, and comes in waves that both surge and surf your emotions. a lopsided and unmeaning smile graces the left corner of your lips, "tell you what, exactly?"

"the bike, for starters," he leaves a pause for you to chuckle, then goes on, "the time, why you were crying in the hallway...should i go on?" you fiddle with his fingers, his own tracing across your knuckles. the smile your expression stretches a little wider and a little more forlorn. "the bike...you said the chain or something broke on yours-"

"i've could just went to go get it fixed, y/n."

"i know, i know but then there was that one day where you were going on about some bike that you wanted to try out and i kinda just committed it to memory and bought it."

"i- i'm- but that was-" he's having difficulty computing the necessary words to encompass his enthrallment, "that was like four months ago."

"yeah and i was going to go pick it up after work today except…" you lick your lips to suppress another laugh. what had you so troubled just a few minutes ago now seems like a distant memory, "except i got fired," jeno's mouth hangs open, "so i went home first to cry and then i got to the shop like three minutes before it closed and then got into an argument with an employee there and then went home to cry again and then fell asleep and then woke up and remembered i had to get it to you before the end of the day but it was already almost two in the morning so i just said, 'fuck it, imma just go and see what happens,' and, well, here i am." you let it all simmer before closing it up, "that pretty much sums it all up for you, huh."

jeno's lips are slow to crease upwards as he processes all the information. he takes his hands from yours, also slowly, and instead places them on either side of your head. you beam down at him, cheeks flaming and lifting into a mirroring, and this time genuine, smile. he gives your head a little shake back and forth, in disbelief and incredulity all at once, "all that on christmas day?"

the way he pampers you never fails to get your heart pumping and adrenaline running tens of thousands of miles per hour. a smile so wide, your teeth even make an appearance, "all that on christmas day."

"well," both his hands are now on both your knees. he looks up at you with pondering eyes and in his room, only lit by the standing lamp in the corner, simply the sight of him is enough to take your breath away. jeno's thumbs run up and down the beginnings of your shins when his lips part with realization and you follow his gaze to the nightstand where, under his phone and a few other discarded items, lies the picture you'd only been able to catch a glimpse of the other day, yesterday. he stares at it for a little before bringing it to your lap to stare at it a little more. then, he turns it over to you, "will it make you feel better if i give you this?"

taking it from him, jeno has no idea how your smile could get any wider, any prettier, but it does. both his hands are back on both your knees, kneading soft circles into the skin. he wishes you weren't wearing a skirt in such cold weather, though either way you look just as mesmerizing to him. the smallest of a chuckle topples past your lips, your pretty lips, and you look from the picture to him with your eyes, your loving eyes. "i mean," you take another glance at it, "how could it not? you were so cute back then."

"you think so?" is what comes out of his mouth but truthfully, jeno has no idea what he's doing when he gets up upon both knees, now just a little under eye level with you. he has no idea what specific thoughts are spurring him on and he has not the slightest inclination of where this sudden courage is coming from. when lee jeno brings your forehead to his own, with a hand to the back of your neck, he is numbed to the mind and sustained solely on the thrum of his gut. driven by intuition, he doesn't render the flaming of your cheeks odd, nor does he take into account the second-long glance you give to his lips, the same lips that brush the bridge of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, the heights of your brow, before meeting your philtrums and then, ever-so-carefully, the pinks of your lips.

jeno is intoxicated by how you seem to move in tune with every string of his pent up desires. he doesn't give a second thought as to why, or even how, it happens; he just knows that it's because it's you, that if anyone else were to kiss him in the same way you were doing now, he'd be missing out on the very feeling that renders him speechless, dumbfounded, bewildered, awestruck, and lovestruck all at once. pulling back just a bit, your fingers graze over the line of his jaw as you mumble a soft, "merry christmas," into his lips. jeno paces himself to ensure he doesn't stumble over his words, "be mine?"

the second kiss answers the question he's been keeping to himself since he was fifteen.

you're awake when he falls asleep, a stupid smile still plastered on that face of his and you would've had enough mind to tease him about it later, were the same smile not on your own face. you're still awake about half an hour later when jeno stirs in his sleep, though instead of moving away from you, he only holds you tighter. however, you're asleep when he awakens a few hours later, a hand coming up to groggily rub at an eye as he reaches out for his phone only to realize that he doesn't need to check his messages. how could you have texted him when you're right there, in his arms?

he only checks his messages in the hour after you leave, and even then in his manager's car on the way to some filming site, jeno blushes, madly.

i forgot to say yes <3

✧ end note — ok i KNOW the fic kinda goes 📉📉 but i only really planned for the first two scenes and was like...now what — and just wrote whatever came to mind afterwards. i hope it's not too disappointing for my first off hiatus fic but whatever mans, i'm over it! anyways, i hope you still enjoyed some parts of it and i'll have you know, i'm very glad to be back. (WILL I STOP IT WITH THE BSF2L FICS? WILL I??), rouiyan.

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jisungsmochi · 4 years ago

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rest your love - lee haechan

don’t worry!! i didn’t forget about this series hehe,, i personally really liked this one!! i’m probably going to try and write more often!

anyways pls enjoy,, i’ll link my masterlist for the other parts of this series (nct dream as ‘the vamps’ songs)

word count: 2.2k

summary: “when the world gets loud, baby you can rest your love on me”

haechan never understood why people liked to be chased. he thought that all he needed to do was ask someone out and boom, a beautiful relationship. until he befriends you, and learns that sometimes people just need a shoulder to lean on, before they can rest their love on someone.

I see you move, so I do understand

Why you get attention?

I hear you talk, but I don't comprehend

Why I get no mention?

“it’s physically impossible to dislike me, i’m just a catch” haechan brags while walking to his first college class, his friends, renjun and jaemin trailing behind him.

“just because everyone liked you in high school, doesn’t mean people will in college. it’s a completely different ball game” renjun rolled his eyes at how overly optimistic and delusional his friend was being.

“ah let him live, he’ll find out soon enough” jaemin chuckles softly as he and renjun wave to haechan, scurrying off to their own lectures.

haechan shrugs, not taking in any of his friends words. he stumbled into the classroom, scanning for an empty seat. he quickly made his way to a spare desk, pulling out all his materials. just as the tutor walked into the room, his eyes met those of, who he believed, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. you flaunted your way to the last empty seat, which happened to be next to the awfully cheery boy, smiling at you.

you weren’t having the best day, immediately regretting your choice of a desk mate. as soon as you sat down, haechan was a blabbering mess. he shot questions left and right at you, despite the fact you barely responded to any of them. you just assumed he wanted to make friends fast, or he was just a chatterbox. “so how are you doing on this fine day?” he mutters to you, but received a stern glare in response. you tilted your head to the front of the room, zoning in on your tutor. haechan would lie if he said he didn’t feel slightly deflated. usually he had no problem making conversation with strangers. but you were so cold, so uninterested, it really hurt his ego. maybe renjun was right, not everyone would like him. but haechan was an unbelievably stubborn optimist. he was going to befriend you, no matter how long it took.

And you know, you know where to find me

Yeah, you know where to go when you're looking for love

And you know, you know where I'm hiding

Yeah, you know

it had been over three weeks since haechan first met you and you still wouldn’t budge. you only spoke to him during group tasks, other than that you continued to ignore his advances. haechan got the message loud and clear that you weren’t going to pay him attention. it took a toll on his own self confidence, until renjun gave him a stern talking to,

“god don’t let her get to your head, dude!! she’s awful for not wanting to be friends with you”

haechan pouted, “but she’s so pretty, i can’t just ignore her”

at that moment, he received a notification on his phone.

y/n: is this haechan? i think you took my notes by accident

his eyes widened, how did you even get his facebook account?

he scrambled around his room, looking into his backpack and surely enough, there were your notes, prettily written up.

haechan: hello! i do have your notes, i can meet you somewhere to hand it back? maybe the cafe? we can get something to eat!

renjun was now peering over haechan’s shoulder, too invested in this interaction.

y/n: no it’s fine, just give it to me next class, thanks

after reading your message, renjun bursted out laughing.

“dude that’s brutal, she’s something else” haechan fiddled with his phone, glaring at the other boy. he clicked on your profile, sending you a friend request as he scrolled through your posts. he saw that your friends had wished you a happy birthday, almost a year ago. he then realised it was in a few days...

“i have the perfect plan to get her to notice me” haechan smirks, renjun rolling his eyes,

“you’re ridiculous”

it was a friday afternoon, when haechan stumbled into class. you looked over at him, expecting some type of greeting, but you didn’t hear a peep from the boy.

strange, you thought to yourself.

as you were preparing for the lesson, haechan pulled something out of his bag. you looked over, noticing a small pink box now placed on your side of the table. you raised your eyebrow at him, in which he whispered,

“happy birthday, y/n”

your face froze. how did he know it was your birthday?

you looked back at the small box, slowly moving your hands to open it. to your surprise, there was a red velvet cupcake, decorated with a ton of rainbow sprinkles. there was a tiny picket that said:

“happy birthday, cutie!”

you couldn’t hide your smile, which only made haechan swoon even more. you weren’t the type to make a big deal out of your birthday, but this gesture from haechan truly made your day. you bit your lip softly, eyes meeting his.

“t-thankyou, haechan. i really appreciate this” you smiled at him softly, not caring that you were now on speaking terms with him.

“anything for you, y/n” he cheerfully responded, turning his attention to the front of the room.

maybe lee haechan was worth letting in...

the days following, haechan would spam you with random texts throughout the day. initially you would have been annoyed, but after his generous birthday gift, you started to enjoy his company. although you wouldn’t say it to his face, you silently appreciated him.

“how is my beautiful, y/n doing?” he smirked as he walked with you after class. he’d always compliment you, each time making you gush inside.

“i’m alright, have a ton of homework to do though” you sigh, thinking back to the stack of work you had on your desk.

“oh poor thing! do you want to copy my work? i have it here right now i ca-“

“no, haechan, it’s okay. if i need help, i’ll just...call you or something” you paused, looking over at the boy whose eyes just lit up like a christmas tree.

“of course you can call me! call me anytime you want!” he exclaimed. you shake your head softly at him as you both continued walking.

once haechan met up with renjun and jaemin again, he couldn’t stop gushing about you.

“...and then she said i could call her! well she said she’d call me, but same thing” he explained your interaction to his two friends as they were eating at a local diner.

“so romantic” renjun sarcastically comments, causing jaemin to elbow him slightly.

“i think it’s a good step! i mean atleast she’s talking to you now” jaemin chimed in, feeding into his friend’s cheerful nature.

“yeah! i have a lot of hope for us” haechan smiles to himself, in which jaemin and renjun looked over at eachother before rolling their eyes.

you did end up calling haechan that night, as you were stuck on the very last question of the homework.

“y/n, it’s hard to explain, let me just send you my answer” haechan insisted,

“no, i feel guilty” you sigh, placing down your pen.

“it’s really okay, i want to help you” you bit your lip, eventually giving in.

“okay fine, but i’ll owe you something in return” you agree, hoping whatever he wanted wouldn’t be too bad.

“hmmm how about going to the movies with me this weekend? i know you wanted to see the new zombie one that just came out” he suggested. although you were shocked he was practically asking you on a date, were more shocked he remembered you talking about this movie.

“do you really think that is proportionate to what you’re doing for me?” you roll your eyes playfully, finding his advances quite endearing.

“yep!! take it or leave it” you hesitated for a moment, what’s the worst that could happen?

“okay fine, you have yourself a deal” you replied. haechan quickly put himself on mute (or so he thought), letting out a loud ‘YES!’, before returning to the call. you had heard everything, softly chuckling to yourself.

he was pretty cute.

That when the stars go out, you can rest your love on me

And when the world gets loud, baby, you can rest your love on me

“that ending was terrible” you pouted as you left the cinema with haechan.

“it wasn’t so bad, it could have been worse” he shrugged, leading you to the next location.

“hm i guess so, by the way, where are we going anyway?” you questioned, walking alongside him, observing your surroundings.

“this cool burger place i found online, here i’ll show you some photos” he pulled out his phone, swiping through the photos. you nodded along, agreeing to let him lead the way.

“y/n? is that you?” you heard a deep voice call, you head shot up, so did haechan’s.

“who’s that?” your mouth went dry. your body froze up. why was he here? why did he have to call out to you?

“oh my god it is you! long time no see” the mysterious boy approached the pair of you, completely disregarding haechan’s existence. he noticed how uncomfortable you were, eyes flickering between the boy and you. he placed his arm loosely around your back, the other boy’s eyes following in suit.

“oh i see, you’re dating someone. dang, i guess i missed my shot. he doesn’t seem like your type” the boy scoffed, arms folded as he stared you both down.

“w-we have to go” you finally bring yourself to mutter, pulling haechan along with you.

“y/n who was that?” haechan kept repeating, which only made you want to cry.

“he’s my ex, okay? just take me home” you sniffled, haechan immediately became concerned. he didn’t ask any further questions, driving you straight back to your place.

as he reached your house, he looked over at you, tears brimming your eyes.

“i-i’m sorry that our day was cut short. i was really enjoying myself. my ex and i ended on pretty bad terms and i would just like some time alone right now, i hope you understand” you sniffled, which made haechan’s heart ache.

“you don’t have to apologise. you know where to find me if you need me. i’ll be waiting for you to open up to me one day, y/n. however long it takes” he assures you, leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach. you just nodded back at him, making your way into your house.

haechan sat in his car for a while, wishing he could take away all your pain.

you invited haechan to meet you at the local park. with no further questions, he rushed out of his room, eager to see you again. you waited patiently on the small bench, swinging your legs back and forth. you heard heavy footsteps approach, your eyes meeting those of the boy who radiated happiness.

“are you alright?” haechan starts as he takes a seat next to you, leaving a small gap between you both.

“y-yeah, i’m ready to tell you everything” you began,

“he and i ‘dated’ two years ago. i say ‘dated’ because well, i thought we were, but turns out he was just another player and i was just another pawn in his little game. it was my first relationship too, messed me up pretty bad. that’s why i tend to keep to myself, not really letting others in too much. he made me feel like every guy who gave me attention just wanted me for their own selfish needs” you sigh, eyes avoiding haechan’s. he wanted to hold your hand, but opted not to.

“he’s an asshole, you didn’t deserve that. i-i could treat you so much better i promise-“

“haechan, c-can we just slow things down?” you finally made eye contact with him, his face contorting into a confused expression.

“i know you like me, and i would be lying if i said i didn’t have a slight interest in you too. but i don’t think i’m ready for a relationship yet” you admit, worried for his reaction. but to your surprise, he didn’t feel sad or dejected at all. instead he smiled widely at you, leaning in closer.

“i’ll go as slow as you want. you can rest your love on me, whenever you need. i’m just glad to hear you like me too” he batted his eyelids, making you softly chuckle.

“thankyou” you whispered to him, moving closer so that your shoulders touched. the rest of the day was filled with random activities from the arcade, to a bike ride along the park’s trail and finally dinner. haechan came to realise that being with somebody wasn’t black and white. there was a grey area that lied in between. he didn’t care how long he needed to wait, all he knew was that he finally got you to like him. and that was enough to make him the happiest man alive.

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i-growl-growl-growl · 4 years ago

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Yandere Nct reaction to s/n being very energetic and liking to play, and dance around the house?

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I included Shotaro and Sungchan despite them not having yandere profiles yet, so I tried to give brief reasonings behind their behavior that I felt fit them the best, from what I know about them.

Nothing for them is solid yet.

~Ahreum Rhea

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Taeyoung: Deep down inside he loves your innocence and playfulness, but he’d have to get used to it, which would make him seem cold and irritated. He might soften on the inside, but it would take a long time before you actually saw it, so cherish it when you do. Most of the time he’d be glaring at you and being rough.

“Glares You know I only play rough, kitten, I’ll destroy you. You can barely handle my light punishments and yet you want to play around with me? How brave. I don’t mind you dancing for me but, if you break anything, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you- nothing in this house is cheap. I’m glad you can manage to keep this up despite your situation, though, but how much longer do you think you’ll last? Sighs You make me want to destroy you..”

Yuta: He loves it a little too much. Your energy instantly cheers him up and makes him forget his troubles but he’s still sick, though, so he’d also want to destroy you- it’s like has cute aggression or something. One moment you two are dancing around together and having fun, and the next, he’s biting, spanking, and degrading you.

“Ah, my little cherry blossom. This is why I made you my bitch. You’re so cute I just can’t help myself! You make me wanna do bad things to you- put you on your knees, whip you, tie you up, ngh! It’s been too long since I’ve last marked you so I’m down to play, but can you handle it, little bitch? Let’s have another dance, but this time, in my dungeon Grabs you by the neck. I’m gonna wreck you and I won’t stop until you’re weak.”

Mark: Cat and mouse/ Tom & Jerry “I’m gonna die,”type of thing. He loves the predator nature of playing around with you, but he gets so damn rough and he’s scary as hell. It’s hard to tell if he’s just playing with you of if he’s seriously going to try and hurt you. With Mark, it honestly depends on his mood. Try not to get him too excited and trigger that predator side or he’ll quickly get aggressive.

“I was enjoying watching you dance, why’d you stop? To play?…Yeah, sure, come here. Let’s play. Oh, you’re gonna run now, huh? Don’t think you’ll be able to hide from me. I’ll always find you y/n, and, when I do, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk right for a week. This’ll actually be fun smirks as he stalks through the house. Come out, come out, where ever you are…”

Johnny: Either right there with you or shaking his head at your innocent antics. Most of the time, though, he’s right there with you, laughing, dancing, being silly and playful, but, on occasion, he’d switch from being funny and adorable to dominating and demanding, really quick. Remember, he’s a bit sadistic, so he’ll definitely love ruining you in the best ways as he sees this side of you as teasing at times.

“Hahaha! You look so cute! Wait, do it again- do that face again. HAHAHA! topples over in laughter. Oh man, I really needed that. Hmm, there’s something else I’m in need of now. Suddenly get a bit serious, pulling you closer Come here, little one, sit on my lap, it’s my turn to play. You’ve had your fun, now I’ll have mine bites his lip as his gaze pierces deeply into yours.”

Jaehyun: 70% 0 tolerance. 30% Finding it amusing and going along with you or turning it into baby girl x daddy time. No in-between.

“Aish, you’re like a child at times. There’s really no point in having children if you’re going to act like one. What are you, 5? I know I call you babygirl sometimes but-.. oh, I see. You want Daddy to play with you, huh? Well, you sure got my attention, honey. However, you’ve been a bad girl recently, so why should I reward your bad behavior, hm? If anything, I’ll give you a light punishment really quick. Bends you over Count to 5.”

Doyoung: He isn’t always up for your shenanigans, but he does enjoy seeing you dance and be happy around the house. He’ll never get upset with you about being happy, so long as it doesn’t result in you getting hurt, which would earn you a punishment and restriction from a few privileges - almost like getting grounded.

“How did you hurt yourself, y/n? I was only away for two minutes! You were dancing and then you slipped? You need to be more careful, y/n! You can’t do things that’ll get you hurt. No more dancing for a week, no more music, and no more walking around barefoot. I’ll buy you some foodies with grip. Maybe next week I’ll let you dance again. Stick to singing for now, gosh, I’ll even teach you myself.”

Jungwoo: You know this ball of yandere floof will be right there with you acting silly. So much so that he’ll most definitely get himself hurt and, if you wanna score major brownie points, you’ll bandage him up and give him cuddles to make him feel better, uwu. Make him hot cocoa and stroke his hair, you’ll have yourself a soft and happy yandere boi.

“Ouch! Shit, that hurt! That was stupid. Oh, no it’s nothing, I’m fine, really. Gets pampered anyway Mmm..huh? Y-yeah, it’s all better now blushes as your eyes meet. Cuddles next? Grins ah, thank you. I really enjoy these moments with you. I’ve always dreamt of this- not getting hurt, but this- being here with you like- ah, nevermind.”

Haechan: This boi initiated all of the crazy (literally and figuratively) crap that goes down. He’s arguably the most playful yandere in all of NCT. You’ll never win, and he’ll never LET you win either. Playing or not, he’ll always show you who’s boss.

“Smirks Try to get up. Ah, come on y/n, you’re not even trying hard enough. I’m not even holding you that hard! Hahaha, you look so helpless right now! HAHAHA. Hey, let’s play hide and seek. You go hide and I’ll seek. If I catch you, sweetie, I won’t go easy on you- my reward will be having you bent over this couch. If you win- well, you won’t, now go hide.

Ding Dong, I’m coming in.

Hurry up and run,

Let’s play tag and have fun.

Ding Dong I’ve come in.

Hurry up and hide,

Let’s play hide and seek and have fun.

ready or not, here I come!!”

Taeil: He’s a quiet and calm yandere, so he’ll just watch you have fun but will whole heartedly enjoy every moment of it. Just don’t get hurt or he’ll become more controlling like Doyoung. He’s also an old soul that needs to conserve his energy but, shockingly, has a lot.

“Wow, you’ve got ton of energy. That’s the benefit of being so young pout. Ah, don’t worry. You’re so cute, y/n. Having fun? You must be thirsty after all that dancing and playing, huh? Let’s take a nap afterwards cuzz you look sleepy. Drink your water and then we’ll go have a nap, ok? Also, try to be more careful. I know you haven’t hurt yourself yet, but I worry sometimes. Can’t have you getting yourself hurt.”

Ten: Sometimes he’ll engage with you in laughing, dancing, singing, whatever else you’ve come up with but, sometimes, he’ll get tired out and want some peace and quiet.

“Goodness, you remind me of Yangyang from time to time- I hate it and love it sometimes. Of course, I love it because it’s you, but damn, chill out for a bit, y/n. Rest for a while and then we’ll play my way. Playfully squeezes your butt It’ll be my turn to tire you out and have you begging for a break. Rest well, cuzz you’ll need it.”

Jeno: Will go along with it and manage to outlast you. You’d be pooped out and he’d still try to play with you, but it’ll get darker and darker until you become worried. He’s got a thing for having you pushed past your limits, being exhausted and at his mercy. Even so, you can tell he’s holding back something. He always is.

“Oh, you’re tired already? It’s only been two hours, though. Let’s play some more, I’m actually enjoying this. I said let’s keep playing, y/n. Actually, lay there, I’ll take it from here. You can be my little rag doll. Throws you onto the couch not so gently Ah, y/n-ah, you’re so cute like that. Laughs Ok, ok, I’ll stop for now, but only because you’ve been so good lately. I wouldn’t want to hurt you too badly, now would I?”

Jisung: He can go hours and hours since he’s so young and he doesn’t mind getting rough with you either when you decided to get playful with him. You’ll definitely have your hands full with this one. Although he’s more so on the cool calm and collected side, he’ll have bursts of energy that’ll leave you surprised. He’s still learning his strength, though, so he might become a little too rough with you.

“Aish, babe, you’re really playful all of a sudden huh? Wanna play? throws you over his shoulder and jumps onto the couch with you We’ll play my way then. Tickles you until you’re crying of laughter and begging him to stop. HAHA, ok, ok, that’s enough for now. I’m hungry, let’s eat. Oh- you’ve got a bruise forming- I didn’t think I was being that rough..lets get you some ice and then eat, alright?

Jaemin: He’d go from 100 to 0 and back so fast. One minute he’s being just as energetic, even chaotic, and the next, he’s just chillin as you jump around the house like a crazy jellybean. He’d watch you the entire time, though, taking pictures and recording you for when he can’t be at home.

“Don’t stop, babe. You look amazing, keep going. Yaaaaaass, perfect! Pose for me! moves from position to position trying to capture you from every angle. Ahh, so lovely. Let’s take some together and have a dance battle afterward! I’ll show you some moves I learned the other day; I know you’ll look amazing doing them!

Renjun: Doesn’t mind at all. He’ll go along with whatever it is that you do but will definitely shut it down once he’s gotten tired and wants to do something else. Best to just go along with his wishes and see what else you’ll end up doing. Most of the time it’s something like video games or watching a movie/youtube/anime/etc. while eating delicious food.

“Alright, I’m hungry. Let’s watch something and order in. What would you like to eat? Cool, I’ll have sushi, it’s been a while since I’ve had it. No, you can’t order the food. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the little stunt you pulled. I don’t care how long ago that was, you’re not talking to anyone else. Deal with it, y/n, or you’ll spend the night in the closet.”

Chenle: Being the type of yandere to not typically have lots of energy means he’s less likely to partake in your games. He’s mostly a serious yandere and he becomes more and more so as time goes on. Though, this doesn’t mean that he’ll shut you down every single time because he understands that this is your thing. When it becomes too much, he’ll just ignore you until you get bored.

“Hm, you’ve calmed down now, huh? It’s about time. I was starting to think that I’d have to drag you over here and hold you down for a while. You’d probably try to make me chase you, though, and I’m honestly not in the mood for all that. Wanna play video games? That’s something we’d both enjoy doing and it isn’t so chaotic.”

Lucas: He’d love the wrestle around with you and you always end up pinned in the most suggestive positions ever. If you’re feisty and don’t give in easily, this’ll be all the more fun for this yandere. He’s sadistic, so he’ll hurt you on purpose just to hear your beautiful whimpers and pleas. So, long as you’re playing in this aspect, he’d never hurt you too bad that’ll cause long lasting pain, but you’ll definitely end up with bruises and marks all over your body.

“Haha, you really think you can get out of this, y/n? I’ve got you in a lock that’d allow me to pop your shoulder right out of its socket if I really wanted to. Be thankful that you’ve been a good girl recently or else this would hurt even more. Flips and pins your arms above your head, gripping your wrist too tight This is fun, we should really do this more often. Bites you then the timer for the microwave goes off Oh, the hot pockets are ready yanks you up like a rag doll.”

Hendery: He watches you and enjoys the view from where he’s sat. He’ll join you sometimes but, other times, he’ll just kick back and relax while watching you entertain yourself. He doesn’t always enjoy inflicting pain upon you, sometimes he’s perfectly content with watching you do your own thing, so long as it doesn’t go against any of his many rules.

“Mmm, I’ll probably join you in a bit. Right now, I’m enjoying this amazing view ; ). Mental note, add this song to the playlist since you love it so much. Oh? You’d like to play? Hmm, let’s see, you’ve been a good girl for two weeks now. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to play around with you. But, if I don’t like it, we stop when I say so, got it? Good. Since you’re being so good, you get to pick the game this time.”

Xiaojun: He’s also not for games but he does understand that you have to have moments like this to prevent yourself from slipping into insanity. Seeing you like this reminds him of how you were before he took you, when you were full of life and happiness. It’ll frustrate him if he isn’t a part of it somehow, though, so make sure to include him if you want to continue your fun. Also doesn’t like inflicting pain 24/7, especially not to you.

“Why don’t you come over here and dance with me? Sure, I know how to dance. I know how to sing as well. Maybe if I’m pleased enough by the end of this, I’ll sing a song for you. For now, let’s dance- follow my lead, alright? Y/n-ah, you’re actually doing great. Play? What kind of play? ..Ah, what am I going to do with you…?”

Winwin: He’ll laugh and smile at your playfulness and energetic personality. This is one of the many things that led to him falling in love with you and he’d be over the moon if you two had playful tickle wars, so long as you’re the one being tickled- he doesn’t like it too much but won’t complain too much cuzz, well, you’re willingly and happily touching him. He feels so lucky!

“Y/n-ah, no, not there! AH! HAHA! Squirms Nooo! You’re just getting revenge, aren’t you?! Well, how about this! Pins your arms above your head and attacks your arm pits, neck, and sides until you’re begging him to stop. Ah, see? I always win adorable smile. Oh, this is your favorite song, show me what you’ve got!”

Yangyang: Ok, playing around with this yandere will get crazy. He’s wild and savage with a lot of energy himself, so he’d have no mercy when it comes to games, no matter what it is- which he always wins, might I add. He’ll out-dance you easily and poke fun at you for not doing it right, but he’d love to teach you everything he knows.

“You look silly doing it that way, hahaha! Ok, look, it’s like this, see? Easy. Well, I’ve had more practice, but we’ll work on getting you up to speed. You’ll never be as good as me, though, but you’ll still look amazing. You catch him off guard with “tag you’re it,”. He just catches you with one hand and pulls you back to him Too slow, y/n, that’s how I was able to catch you the very first time. Let’s try that again, but this time, I’ll give you a five second head start.”

Kun: He’d watch you with amusement as you dance around the house. He wouldn’t join you, but he’ll let you do your thing since he considers this a better alternative to you being locked up and unable to move freely. Just don’t break anything in the house or you will be locked up for it. As far as being playful, he’ll be annoyed at first but then quickly melt at the pleasant attention he’s getting from you of your own free will and he’ll reciprocate it if he’s in the mood. If not, stop.

“You like the playlist I made for you? I comprised it of all your favorite songs. Now, I don’t mind you dancing around or anything, but keep in mind that, if you break anything, you’ll be punished for it after you’re done cleaning it up. I can’t play right now, I’m busy making dinner. Maybe after we eat, we can, but we’ll see. Until then, stay out of the kitchen- I’m almost done.

Shotaro: He would be shy about engaging with you in dancing around the house and playing. He’d play along with you, though, but don’t be surprised if he then instead fixates on you and watches you the whole time, practically drooling. He’s a young baby yandere.

“Y/n-ah, you’re so pretty! Y-you want me to dance with you? He begins dancing but stops as soon as you start, getting distracted uhh…huh? Oh! Sure, we can play..depending on what you want to play, though. Nothing that include you going outside, just remember that. No, we can’t make a tik-tok together just yet, but we can practice for when I do decide to let you in on one.”

Sungchan: He’ll pretend to be cool and unaffected by your behavior but, deep down inside, he’d want nothing more than to pull you close to him and dance against you/with you. Being playful wouldn’t help either. He’d desperately want to get all cutesy and cuddly with you, but he’d settle on playing more adult games to prove himself in a way. He’s also a young baby yandere and he doesn’t want you underestimating him, thinking that he needs your love and affection. Give him time.

“Heh, look at you. Having fun, sweets? That’s good. Continues to watch you until you distract him by poking him and acting cute What? Feel like being playful now? I’ve got a better idea, get undressed and then dance for me. Maybe then I’d feel like playing around with you. I wasn’t asking, pipsqueak. Get to it before I get bored. You’ve obviously got the energy in you, my little bunny. If you do good enough, we’ll play video games.”

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yongiefilms · 4 years ago

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GONE IN THE MORNING.

pairing: na jaemin x reader

genre: mostly fluff; slight angst; neighbors!au; neighbors to lovers!au

warnings: none really, except for cuteness that makes your heart ache and an up for interpretation ending

word count: 3.4k (no longer writing 1k fics? who is she?)

summary: wondrous things happen when the sky goes dark. you can meet new people or grow closer to the ones you already know. the night is limitless with no boundaries and it was why it didn’t even cross your mind that you could grow closer to someone in just a few hours. you didn’t think you would open up to a boy several doors down the hall or fall as quick as the night turns to dawn, but life has ways of surprising you and it was something you would be thankful for, even if time was limited.

author’s note: this fic is dedicated to our forever loving and wholesome flirt king, na jaemin. thank you for always managing to make me smile and being the bundle of joy you are. happy (belated) birthday, angel. i love you till the end of time. also huge shout out to my proofreader, my partner in crime, and my renjun enthusiast, nini ( @dvrlingrenjun ) for enduring through this with me late at night (again). te amo. without further ado, i hope you enjoy this loves!

you liked nights like these the most. it was the calm before the storm. the only occasion when you could just bask in relaxation amongst your ever growing stressful week. between balancing classes and your part time job as well as other creative projects you had going, it had taken a toll on you physically, mentally, and emotionally. however, as much as you despised the unwarranted stress, it kept you busy and on your feet. you never were one to sit still and wait for something to happen. no, you were far from being that person because you just had to go out and make a change. you itched to create, it was instilled in your veins, and that is how you thrived. that is how you survived. albeit you still found something else that gave you just as much contentment, a time of day to help lessen the load.

every friday, or just any day depending on the circumstances, you would get up at the same in the middle of the night. it would be after the clock struck midnight and before the sun woke. those were the nights when you couldn’t sleep, but tossed and turned in your bed, waiting for slumber to take you under. sadly it never did because you were restless from your time consuming schedule and your body resisted the temptation of drowsiness. so it became a routine: you would throw the covers off your body to get out of bed after staring at the ceiling for instants too long. you would grab your phone and earbuds on the bedside table, essential items that you could not forget. then you would always put on the baby blue oversized hoodie that hung over your desk chair while slipping on your same old skool vans on your way towards the door to leave for a secluded place that wasn’t your bedroom. you didn’t have to go far because when you discovered the rooftop of your apartment complex that fateful night, it would soon become your second home, away from prying eyes.

the exact routine you found yourself following this particular friday.

your earbuds were plugged into your phone while your music was put on shuffle. your forearms rested on the brick railing, your chin on your clasped palms. your head was moving to the beat of the music as your eyes rested closed. no disturbance could be felt in that moment, even when you opened your eyes to glimpse at the skyline. the darkness of the city and sky met you. the stars twinkled like tiny specks amongst a greater universe, catching radiance with small movements. the city was still bustling with life too, even in the wee hours. the buildings stood tall and as black as midnight with the window lights going off and on within seconds as people went to the comfort of their beds. everything was sparkling anew and it felt wondrous.

until a sound was heard, one that was drowned out by the blues ringing in your ears.

the creak of the metal door leading to the rooftop could be heard ever so faintly, disrupting the once quiet aura. walking through the entrance and emerging from the shadows was a figure of a tall boy, his head held high with beverages in his hand and a phone in his back pocket.

“shoot,” he muttered under his breath. the creak sound increased as he was trying to shut the door with his foot rather than his hands that were full with the drinks he was holding.

when the metal door slammed shut and he looked over at where you were, still unknowing to all that was going on, he let out a sigh of relief.

he tiptoed carefully to where you stood, making sure not to make any mere sound for the fear that he would get caught before the surprise. as he was striding over to stand behind you, he couldn’t help but stop to admire your loveliness. half your face was turned away from him, but your side profile was enough to leave him in awe. breathtakingly gorgeous is what you were and even if he saw you plenty of times before in the hall of your apartment floor, he never saw you in such a close proximity before, which is what made everything feel so surreal as if he saw you for the very first time.

although before he himself could feel like a creep for watching someone for what felt like years, he shook his head to get himself together. he was acting like he had a crush, when he should be acting like the confident boy he portrayed himself to be.

so he held his head up higher, relaxed his shoulders, put on his charming grin and strolled over to where you stood detached from the real world. when he reached you, he tapped your shoulder to make his presence known and your reaction was like any other kind of scare.

you jolted suddenly, but didn’t let out a scream. you swiftly pulled your earbuds out and whipped around to face the intruder who startled you.

when your wide eyes locked onto his own deep chocolate ones, you gave a relieved sigh.

“ah it’s just you,” you exclaimed, leaning back on the brick while closing your eyes shut for the merest second.

he chuckled, a teasing grin adorning his face. “yes, just me.”

you rolled your eyes, but didn’t respond to him.

his beam faltered before he cleared his throat and leaned on the railing, with the two bottles in his hand.

“so want some chocolate milk?” he handed one bottle out to you, waiting for a reply

you twisted ever so slightly to study him properly, your eyes furrowed. he could see a hint of annoyance in your gaze, which made him nervous. yet annoyance was far from it.

he stumbled over his words. his confident façade cracked. “i-i mean i s-saw you c-come up here while i was on my way to the small mart around the corner of the complex for a late night snack. i thought why not buy you one because i am always curious as to why you come up here and i see you come up often too.”

you stared intently at him, making his cheeks flush due to the intensity. it was now his chance to turn away.

“plus i thought you might want some company…possibly.” he then swung round, his cheeks still warm, but a smile was on his lips.

you let out a small giggle that bubbled up your throat and you immediately coughed to cover up sound. you didn’t want to chortle at his obvious embarrassment. you reached out to take the chocolate milk from his grasp. “i am just messing with you, jaemin. thank you.” you smiled in return. “i don’t mind the company at all.”

the breath he didn’t know he was holding came out, and he positioned his head to look forward at the gleaming lights of seoul. silence engulfed both of you, wrapping you in its embrace. the breeze was felt so prominently in the cool air and it was a quietness that stilled the heart. even so, jaemin had grown to hate the quietude after those moments. he wanted to know more about you if anything, even if he didn’t truly hate the soundlessness or your presence. he was simply drawn into the mysterious aura that surrounded you. he had to find out more about you, he had to figure you out for his own sake.

he took a sip of his chocolate milk before proceeding to ask his question, courtesy of curiosity.

“so,” jaemin’s voice rang out, wavering the serene mood. “why do you come up here? if you don’t mind me asking. why the rooftop at…” he trailed off and glanced at the watch on his wrist to check the hour. “nearly 2 in the morning?” he marginally laughed. “i would think you would want to sleep to get some rest after tiring days.”

you hummed at his words, settling your bottle down on the brick. “i don’t know if i’m completely honest.” you picked at the loose thread of your hoodie sleeve. “usually i can’t sleep. i just toss and turn for the rest of the night, so i guess i just come up here to escape my restlessness. plus this view is beautiful.” you tilted your head up, admiring the cityscape once again.

jaemin could see your eyes reflecting the lights of the city, making your eyes glisten and it was just as striking as the skyline. “it’s just so calming up here. i am at peace where no one can bother me. where no one can find me if they don’t try hard enough. it’s my safe place of sorts. there is just something so stunning to see the world like this, amongst the chaos—at a standstill. i admire it more than anything because you get a whole new perspective, you catch something new every time you see it. there is allure in the night and maybe that is the night owl within me talking. i can’t help but flourish in the night. i feel alive then and it’s what makes me come back every single time.”

you nervously giggled when you glanced at jaemin who was observing you a particular way, a look that was hard to decipher and you felt judged from the hard stare. if only you knew judgment was far from his mind.

“sorry if i went too into depth for that question.” another titter. “frequently my words get the best of me.” you put your head down, uneasy at the fact that you got carried away.

jaemin’s lips that were pressed tightly together quickly morphed into a grin. “oh no! no, no, no!” he quickly declared, shaking his head. his eyebrows were creased and he was scared that he offended you with his previous expression. “don’t be sorry, in fact i get what you mean. everything you described makes perfect sense. there is something different about the air of the night. regularly, i feel like that too. i just bask in the tranquility when the rest of reality is in shambles.”

you raised your head up to truly see him. he was already glancing at you so softly, his eyes filled with stars. the breeze ruffled his faded blue hair after every passing second that contrasted the dullness of his grey hoodie, black light washed denim jacket, and black jeans he was wearing. he looked cute and you slightly shook your head to get rid of the idea, but the smile that had grown on his face was contagious for your lips twitched against their will to form a subtle grin.

you moved closer to him, to cherish his heat amongst the increasing coldness of the night, even if you were in a fleece hoodie that kept you most certainly cozy. you bumped your shoulder with his and leaned down, refusing to peer at him for the fear that those beliefs would make their way into your head again.

you took a deep breath. “i also come up here to feel less lonely.” you didn’t know where those words came from. you were never one to share your feelings. you were a closed off individual by nature, but by being around a boy who you truly didn’t know except for the passings in the hall, you just found yourself opening up for no particular reason. he drew you in, he made you comfortable, and you felt safe enough around him to share your most personal thoughts.

“i mean i still am alone up here, but i don’t feel like i am. i am surrounded by miles of buildings and blinding lights and people who i can barely make out on the sidewalk or those in their cars. so i may be alone, but i truly am not because the world is around me, keeping me company.”

you couldn’t see, but he nodded at your words in response. he licked his lips and moved forward, not meeting your eyes though he could feel you scrutinizing him when he moved. “well besides having this city for company, you also have me now. i may not be as many people as a whole city, but at least it’s something.” he bumped your shoulder, the teasing evident in his words and you laughed at his answer.

“it’s enough for me,” you spoke, swiveling to focus on him, a giddy look on your face and you were glad he didn’t notice you.

however, from that point on it is where everything switched, for you opened yourself up after a long while to none other than your neighbor at apartment number seventy—na jaemin, and you were glad for it. you were grateful for him.

so you talked animatedly with the boy you had only managed to see for fleeting seconds each day. it felt like hours as you were talking, in fact it was possible that it was hours. the night was beginning to fade to daylight, but your energy hadn’t dwindled in the slightest. you could talk till the sunrise, but you were held back from reality. you couldn’t stay till the morning. you couldn’t stay with the boy that you felt a connection with. there was a spark, something that would be put out like a diminishing flame once the sun rose.

noiselessness had enveloped the both of you once again when the last words were spoken on his end. you could see the peak of the sun behind the clouds. the stars had disappeared and so did the blackness of the night. in its place was the warm colors of the sunrise soon to come with yellow, red, and orange intermixed to create an enchanting gradient.

you let out a loud sigh that caught the attention of jaemin. he regarded you with fretful eyes and in return you gave him a half smile.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, placing his hand on your arm and giving a soft rub to the clothed skin.

his touch burned when it didn’t before and you whipped your head the other way.

“it’s just that it will be my last time doing this,” you solemnly voiced.

his hand dropped and he brought it around to hug himself. he was confused and concerned, but terrified at the same second.

“love…what do you mean?” he questioned, his tone nearly sharp and uncannily high.

you heart clenched at his affectionate name for you, one that just slipped out through conversation unknowingly and it stuck. it was sweet like him and it made you feel guilty, but you couldn’t let him suspect a thing.

he was burning his eyes into the side of your head, awaiting your reply. “it will just be the last time i see this view.” your eyes squinted at the sky and you puffed up your cheeks. water was prickling under your eyelids, but you wouldn’t let them fall.

his voice croaked out. “what are you talking about?”

you were worrying him. he was curious. you couldn’t let him know.

you rotated your whole body and moved forward to be closer to him. a beam graced your face to give him reassurance that everything would be okay. to give him hope that would last till the occasion came. “nothing…” you paused and shook your head. “nothing at all.”

he was skeptical because his head tilted and his eyebrows creased, but he let it go. you stared at him then, you really stared at him. examining every feature of his face from all the tiny imperfections that you saw beauty in, to the outfit he was in, and the look on his face. you memorized his whole being so you wouldn’t forget. seeing him like that with his hands in his pockets, slighting shivering and flushed pink cheeks, it stirred something within you for you had the urge to lean forward and kiss him. you were unable to resist and succumbed to the heart, even if it made things more complicated.

he was surprised when your warm lips met his cold, chapped ones. the kiss was sweet and he tasted like iced lemonade on a hot day with the sun blazing down as teenagers basked in the heat by the pool. he reminded you of summer—interminable, pleasant, and extraordinarily sunny.

you maneuvered your arms around his neck to get even closer to him as he brought his own arms around your waist. he hugged you so tightly and when you both needed to catch your breath, you were afraid to let go. you had to though, so you leaned back with a bashful grin on your face.

his beam could melt ice with how bright and wide it was. “what was that for?” he locked his hands together behind your waist and gently swayed you side-to-side. he chuckled, waiting to see how you would answer.

you tilted your head down and lightly hit his chest, but your smile grew. “just because,” you murmured and his loud chortle was music to your ears. you wouldn’t forget his laugh, it was your favorite part of him besides his glowing grin.

your head rested under his chin and he pulled out his phone from his back pocket to put on some music to fill the void of passing cars and city life.

the tears pricked under your eyes and one stray tear cascaded down your cheek, staining the hoodie in a dark splotch. he didn’t see it, too immersed in the scenery again.

“live in the moment,” you mumbled into his chest. “because i’ll be gone in the morning.”

however, jaemin didn’t pay any mind to your words since after all he didn’t hear them, something that would utterly hurt him. so you remain cuddled up on the rooftop till the sun peeked over the clouds and the both of you rushed off for fear of getting caught.

jaemin had walked you to your door to make sure you arrived safely, even if you called him out for the fact that you were just a few doors down from him. he had rolled his eyes at your statement, but proceeded to kiss you once more. that would be your last kiss with na jaemin before he went down the hall to his own apartment and shut the door, awaiting for the morning that was only a few hours away.

if only he knew.

for when he knocked on your door several hours later, what he found out broke him.

you hadn’t opened up the door.

he called your name countless times but there wasn’t a response.

you weren’t there, something he refused to believe.

it was rather fortunate that the landlord was passing by in the hall several moments after and jaemin rushed forward on a whim to ask the man if he knew anything of your whereabouts.

“excuse me, sir?” jaemin asked and tapped the man’s shoulder as he was on his way down the hall towards the staircase.

the man whirled around with a stoic expression on his face. “what do you need, kid?”

jaemin gulped, but let an easy grin present itself. “do you happen to know where the resident in apartment number seventy-two is? they don’t seem to be home and i was wondering if you knew anything.”

the man grunted and shook his head, checking out the apartment doors, then gazed back at jaemin’s distraught face. “don’t know, kid. there hasn’t been anyone living in that apartment for weeks. i’ve been trying to get people to move in, but to no avail. no one wants to...wonder why.” he scratched his chin. “better get on that.” he proceeded towards his destination, but not before jaemin staggered forward.

“wait!”

the man stopped in his tracks and spun around, his eyebrows raised.

“but y/n lives there, sir! y/n has been for several months. maybe you got the apartment numbers confused. i am sure of it.” he spoke in a desperate manner.

the man shook his head. “no, i’m sure. no one has been living there so i’m sorry, kid. don’t know what to tell you. “ he heaved a sigh and went off, not sparing a glance at jaemin or his shocked expression.

nothing of what the man said could be right because jaemin clearly knew you had been living there for months. he always saw you around and those remarks couldn’t be comprehended.

if only he knew the truth of why you would be gone in the morning, escaping reality for a piece of make believe and leaving a loving boy behind in the midst.

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jising-jisang-jisung · 4 years ago

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Ridin' | Quiet Down | 7 days | Love Again | Puzzle Piece

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“Why don’t you just ask her for her phone number?” Donghyuck’s voice rang through Renjun’s mind all night as he fought so hard to fall asleep. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t get his mind to calm down, too busy thinking of you.

Yangyang made sure to wait for you again so he can walk into school with you. He was always on guard to shield you from everything. While he was a great friend, you wish he would worry less about you and more about himself. You let out a little giggle, thinking about the meme with the bread cut out. Yangyang to me vs. Yangyang to Yangyang you think to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, a confused pout on his face.

“Oh nothing,” you smile, gesturing that you should keep going. He shrugs, but walks you to your locker nonetheless.

When you open it, a small piece of paper falls out. He leans down to grab it, but you beat him to it. Suspecting it might be from Renjun, you wanted to make sure you at least got a chance to read it, knowing that if your over protective friend got there first, he would trash it without a second thought.

Hey, can we talk?

***-****

~Renjun

Just as you suspected, you shake your head. Still, you pocket the note for later. Maybe you’d consider calling him, but for now, you need to get to history on time. Before Yangyang can ask you about the paper, you remind him that he cannot afford any tardies, racing to your first period classroom.

Throughout the day, you could see Renjun loitering near your locker, but never blocking it or getting so close as to initiate Yangyang’s overprotective mode. He just silently watched you. It felt like the exact opposite of how you used to watch him. Except that he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was staring at you, didn’t follow you when you walked away, and didn’t look away when you made eye contact. You couldn’t help but wonder what was really going on inside his head.

And for the pure curiosity, you decide to text him.

Hey, Renjun? This is y/n

He responded relatively quickly, as if he’d been waiting on this moment all day.

Y/N! Are you free after school? I’d like to talk to you.

y/n: can’t. Hanging out with yangyang

Renjun: oh :(

You leave him on read, partially because you’re still confused as to what he wants from you. He has already had several chances to talk to you. What can he say now that he couldn’t then? But then again, you did cut him short the last time when you spotted your friend.

You decide to drop the thought, and just walk home with Yangyang like normal, playing some video games as well as forcing him to study. “Yangyang! You're going to fail math if you don’t do this!” You yell at him. Finally, you went back home after a day that felt much longer than any day should ever feel. You plopped down in bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

The illuminating glow of your phone as well as its loud roar wakes you out of your precious slumber. You angrily reach for it, upset that you hadn’t put it on silent and now are getting deprived of a peaceful night's sleep. “Hello,” you groggily answer.

“y/n! You picked up!” Renjun’s voice sounds so cheery in comparison to yours.

“Dude, it’s like 2 am,” you whine.

“Don’t call me dude. Anyway do you think you can come out?” he giddily asks.

“Fat chance, if I get caught by my parents, they’ll literally kill me,” you laugh quietly.

“Can’t you climb out your window or something?” He sounds full of hope, like he’s just waiting for a yes.

“Nice try buddy, second floor,” you smile. “The front door is out too, it squeaks.”

“Don’t call me buddy either,” you can practically hear the frown in his voice.

“Then what should I call you?”

“Babe,” he states nonchalantly. You, on the other hand, were thankful that it was just a phone call so he couldn’t see the bright blush on your face when he suggested the pet name. “What about a back door?”

“Hmm, I’d have to be quick. Wait, do you even know where I live?”

“Nope,” Renjun shakes his head, but realizes you can’t see him. “So what’s your address, babe?”

“Shut up,” you feel extra mushy when he calls you babe this time. “I’ll send you my address.”

You get out of bed, throwing on some clothes other than pajamas. Sliding on some leggings and a big hoodie to combat the cool night air, you decide to add a little makeup too, just to spruce things up. A few minutes later you hear a car pull up in the driveway. Quickly, you make a stealthy descent down your somewhat creaky stairs and out the back door, running around to the front to meet Renjun.

“So where are we going?” you ask, falling into the passenger seat. Immediately, you notice how his car smells just like him, and almost check out right in that moment.

“Honestly, I didn’t plan that far,” he awkwardly laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“We could go to the park down the block,” you suggest, since no one will be there at this hour. Renjun puts his car in park and shuts off the engine, beginning to open his door. “Where are you going?” you question him, figuring you would just stay in the car to talk.

“C’mon,” is all he tells you, dragging you out of his car and down to a patch of grass. He lays down, pulling you to rest your head on his shoulder so as to not strain your neck so much.

"Wanna know a secret?" Renjun whispers after a few silent minutes, still looking at the sky. "I've actually never done anything with those girls that the rumors say I have." When you don't immediately jump in with disbelief, he decides to continue, not comfortable with the silence between you. "I just got tired of telling people they weren't true since no one believed me with my reputation," he sighs.

"I believe you," you say, eyes fixed on his side profile. You try to burn the image into your brain so you won't forget the way the moonlight bounces off his cheekbones or casts dainty shadows on his neck.

"Really?" He sounds surprised. You nod, and though he doesn't see you do it, the motion allowed him to feel your actions. "Your turn."

"A secret?" You turn back to the stars, just in case he happens to turn to look at you while you talk. "Well, I used to stare at you a lot and cast my own idealistic boyfriend vibes onto a fantasy version of you," you smile at your own silliness.

"Did I live up to it?" He actually takes you seriously.

"No," you glance at him to see he is still gazing at the heavens. "You're better," you clarify. "You're real."

"Y/n?" Renjun shifts to look at you, causing you to forcibly look away out of habit. "I really like you."

You figure the dark night will do enough to hide your blush and look back at him. "Renjun?" You reply. "I really like you too."

He smiles, its infectious energy leading you to smile widely as well. "We should make this a regular thing," he suggests.

"And by 'regular thing's do you mean a consensual boyfriend/girlfriend relationship?" You laugh a bit at the unfortunate phrasing you both chose.

"Yes, that is exactly what I mean," he begins to shake, breaking out into laughter with you.

"I'd like that," you manage to say between giggles.

"What about your friend? Pretty sure he hates my guts," Renjun sounded a bit wounded, saddened by the fact that Yangyang doesn't approve of him based on the false accusations of others.

"I guess we'll just have to keep it on the low," you nudge him with your elbow, making him look at you again. You take the opportunity to plant a phat one right on his lipsters.

"Yeah," he chuckles. "Let's see how long it takes Yangerz to figure it out."

"Did you just call him Yangerz?"

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faerenjun · 3 years ago

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nct 2021 jacket behind the scene pt 1 // renjun

#he got praised again bc of his visuals what's new sjkkl #renjun's side profile is enough for me #i miss model renjun knock knock magazines out there huang renjun is free #my eyes hurt for him when they positioned the light in his iris he's already blind spare him #loml #huang renjun #nct #nct dream #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #nct 2021 #universe era #renjun icons

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hyuckssunchip · 4 years ago

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Shakespeare Sucks Pt. 2

Pairings: Jaemin x Reader, ft. Jaehyun, Renjun, Mark, Jeno, Taeyong

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), angst, mentions of violence/death

Synopsis:

Like Romeo and Juliet... less death though. You and Jaemin are blissfully unaware of the fate the lies ahead of your relationship. That is until Fate unveils the cruel plans that She has for you.

“What?!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear in pain as your brother yelled at you through the phone.

“You cannot tell Dad though. He’ll kill me if he finds out.” You hushed the last part out, as if someone was listening. Honestly you wouldn’t put it past your Dad to do that.

“You can’t drop a bombshell like that on me and not expect me to tell!” His end was also hushed, having the same thoughts as you.

“Renjun if you tell him you’re dead! I have so much dirt on you too.” You threatened him, giving up on the pleas that you had originally tried.

There was a long silence on the other end.

Then a sigh.

“Alright, I won’t say anything... yet. And if he finds out, I definitely didn’t know okay?” You could tell he was biting his nails, a habit he had developed ever since he dropped out of college.

Renjun was only a year older than you, but if felt like he was ten times more mature and had ten times the burden that you had. Not to mention that now he was around your Dad 24/7.

That’s a burden in itself.

“Why’d you tell me anyways?” He asked, genuinely curious, seeing that you threatening him not to tell anyone.

“You think that I could keep it to myself? I’m freaking out a little bit right now if you couldn’t tell.”

“Oh.”

“Plus I wasn’t sure if I was right. I was kind of hoping you would tell me that I was being stupid and it wasn’t that. But...” You faltered at the end, coming to terms with it.

“Well, if it helps I’m not a hundred percent sure. I just think that you’re probably right. I mean we could ask Dad, but I don’t think that you want that.”

“No. Don’t be stupid, Dad’s the last person that I want to know.”

“Right. Oh! This weekend Dad’s going to the Brink, just a heads up.”

Your eyes widened for a moment then relaxed.

“Oh, are you going too?”

“Nah, I told him I’d sit this one out.” There was a chuckle on the other end.

You snorted, “Right, you told Dad you were gonna ‘sit this one out’, I’m sure that went down well.”

“Better than I thought it would. You aren’t worried? I thought you would definitely panic.”

“No, I’m going out of town this weekend, so I’m not too worried.” The small frown on your face said otherwise. Even though you were going to be out of town, you still got a bad feeling about it.

There was shuffling on the other end and you perked up hearing voices in the background.

“Y/N Dad’s here. I’ve gotta go.”

“M’kay, I’ll call you later. Stay safe.”

“I’ll try.” You winced at his reply.

Click.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding. You were suddenly brought back to the beginning of your conversation.

Renjun would definitely know more about the emblem than you did, and you didn’t like the fact that he agreed with your idea, not that you were expecting any less, but one can hope.

You fell back on the soft mattress and stared up at the ceiling. Your eyes raked over the bumps of the paint that had seen years of stress. Your eyes fell shut and you imagined that you weren’t here, half grown up, but back in a child’s room staring at the glow in the dark stars that you had always wished you could have. You remember begging to get them, but no was a firm answer that you would soon get used to.

It was around the age of nine that you really began to resent your family. It wasn’t normal, the relationship that you all had, it almost seemed forced. For a while you genuinely thought you were adopted and you lived on that thought. Besides Renjun you rarely had a confidant that you could rely on, most kids your age avoiding you like the plague.

It wasn’t until college that you felt free for the first time. It was a new start, no one knew you, or of you and you felt the need to protect that. Mark was the first friend you had ever made, Freshman year orientation he sat next to you, stern faced and hands scribbling unnecessary notes. At the time you had laughed at him, earning you a flushed embarrassed glance from the boy.

Jeno was rough. He seemed like the typical bad boy that went around scowling at the world, and blinded by prejudices you avoided him. You beat yourself up everyday for doing the same exact thing those young kids once did to you. As you bumped into his leather clad shoulder you remember letting out a gasp and scrambling to pick up both yours and his things. When you heard the string of frantic apologies and looked into his eyes for the first time, you knew you had done him wrong. Jeno wasn’t rough, Jeno was sweet and kind.

And with Jeno came Jaemin.

Jaemin was like a breath of fresh air that you never had. He knocked the wind out of you and you lived off of him at the same time. He woke up things inside of you that you didn’t know you had hidden away. You owed him who you were.

There weren’t enough words in the world to describe what he meant to you, and right now it broke your heart that you could feel yourself unintentionally closing yourself off from him. As cliche as it was, staying away from him was the best thing you could do for him.

One last time.

You knew you could say that forever, but this time you meant it.

You could hear the sound of Jaemin’s car pulling up outside of the apartment and your heart clenched.

The soft knocking on the door let you know that you couldn’t wait any longer. You threw your bag over your shoulder and opened the door to find his smiling face.

Locking the door, you stood under his arm and let him guide you to the car. He took your bag, putting it in the backseat before sliding into the driver’s seat himself.

He rested both hands on the wheel, and sighed, pausing for a second before starting the engine. An unspoken tension had come between the two of you the past few days and you prayed that he didn’t notice the way that you pushed yourself into the side of the door.

The silence wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t the comforting one that you had gotten used to.

Wordlessly he snaked his hand over to your lap, caressing your hand in his own, softly as if it would break if he held on too tight.

You relaxed for a moment, staring out the window, watching the cars speed by and your mind faltered for second.

Would it be so bad to be selfish this one time?

It would. It would be really bad. Over the past few days you had thought hard and long about your situation and came to the conclusion that you couldn’t do that to either of you.

“Y/N? We’re here.” It came out soft, his face worried, like he was scared that he would frighten you.

You hated the way that he tiptoed around you. Where was the cheeky boy you fell for? You couldn’t help but blame yourself for that change.

“Oh.” You slipped your hand from his and you tried to ignore the way that his face fell.

“Jeno!” You smiled at the familiar face, leaning in for a hug. He squeezed you back in response, giving you his trademark eye smile.

Jaemin came around the back of his car, standing next to you with his hands shoved deep in his pocket. “I hope you don’t mind, I invited him. Also Mark, I figured you’d be okay with them.”

You smiled back at him, normally you would be sad that it wouldn’t be a weekend away for the two of you, but you hated to admit that you felt relief wash over you.

“Of course.”

Jeno gave Jaemin a look that you caught and you didn’t like the feeling it gave you. It was almost a warning and you gulped at the thought.

“Mark!” You grinned, happy for the distraction. The always flustered boy grinned at you, meandering over to the group.

“Dude, I checked out the shore a couple of minutes ago and there’s this awesome pier that goes out like halfway into the lake. We definitely need to go there! We could even do like a little campfire, there’s this whole thing already set up for it.”

You hadn’t seen Mark this excited since he found out that people actually buy notes. You remembered him saying that years of hard work had finally paid off.

You grinned, grabbing his hand pulling him towards the dock. “Show me.”

He began ranting off everything he had discovered, excited that he could show off everything.

It was only after you were out of earshot that Jeno and Jaemin began to speak.

“Taeyong’s gonna kill you, you know. And me, cause you dragged me into your shit.” Jeno spoke out, watching your form get smaller by the second.

“Don’t remind me.” There was a sour tone in his voice, one Jaemin didn’t use often, at least not around you.

“You blew him off twice. He already is pissed at you for that. The fact that you’re not going to Brinks is gonna tip him over the edge.”

Jaemin still had his eyes trained on you.

“I wasn’t going to have her that close.” He muttered, zeroing in on you.

“She wouldn’t even know. It’s not like it’s that close anyways, nothing is planned either.” Jeno turned to face him, staring at his side profile.

“Still. Why risk it?” He flinched as he saw you slightly stumble over the rocks.

Jeno let out a rough sigh. Putting a hand on Jaemin’s shoulder and giving a small squeeze before brushing past him to join the two of you nonchalantly.

The warmth of the fire that Jeno had made made you sleepy and Jaemin’s arms wrapped around you didn’t help.

Mark was currently entranced with the horror story that Jeno was telling, hands forgetting the mess of marshmallow that was now a puddle in his hands.

There was a sigh in your ear, and you leaned in closer.

He had no intention of whispering sweet nothings into your ear, but began humming a tune you recognized. Your heart swelled at the fact that he remembered.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“This is perfect.”

You smiled, swaying a bit more in his arms.

“Yeah.” You tried to block out the thoughts that were fighting their way into your mind. The wicked temptations that flitted across your mind.

It’s human nature to be selfish.

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smileyjaeminies · 5 years ago

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The boy who had too many thoughts for his own good.

Synopsis: The endless race for your heart had ended, with Lee Donghyuck the proud victor. Only, he had no idea. And you weren’t sure if you had enough courage to tell him.

Word Count: 3,9 k

Genre: slow burn, angst, fluff

Warnings: attempted assault, cursing, underage drinking

Member: 00z, ft. Yangyang, Mark, Jungwoo

A/N: And… It’s a wrap! After three months, the struggle is over and the series is complete! I’ll have you know, the climax was written on the day I announced the series. I hope it is a worthy ending for the story. Enjoy~

~Series Masterlist~

With competition season officially over and done with, finals were fast approaching. All your concentration was fixed on studying and making up for lost time. Thankfully, everyone was just as busy and there was an unspoken agreement not to push anyone too much.

You were all on edge, but especially you and Renjun. For you, your parents were pretty strict, so failing was not an option. For Renjun well… He was a genius. He wanted to do well in every single subject and a huge weight was placed on his shoulders to outdo himself every time. He struggled, he pushed himself to his limits, but… It worked.

You tried with all your might to get him to relax, to allow himself to breathe a little. But as soon as exams began, Renjun shut down. You even asked Elena to talk to him, as she had become quite a weakness of his, but he wouldn’t budge.

The boys did their best to assure you that Renjun was fine, but you still worried. Your club meetings turned to study sessions as you all failed to find the time or energy for anything else.

And Hyuck continued to stare. Since you’d figured out that you probably had feelings for the boy, you were hyper aware for each and every move he made. Your eyes would move unconsciously over to him at all times, only to find him staring intensely at you. You would look for any emotion in his eyes, any idea for what he was thinking, but you would always fail to find anything.

His demeanor didn’t change in the slightest. He would continue to tease you, make snarky remarks and comments on everything you said, but you’d only find yourself blushing and laughing his words off. You weren’t pissed, you barely responded, only blushed and shook your head.

You placed down your pencil and closed your eyes.

“This is no time for crushes. You only have one final exam tomorrow and you’re done! Just keep it together for a few more hours will you?” you told yourself.

But your mind wouldn’t listen. It brought back the feeling of Donghyuck’s arms around your frame, pictures of him laughing in the sunlight, eyes almost closed and hands grabbing his belly. You saw the beautiful way his eyelashes curled up, almost touching his brows…

And your daydream was over. The noisy buzzing of your phone next to you commanded your attention. Jeno’s name lit up the screen, and you answered right away.

“Hi” you breathed out.

“Hey Y/N! How is Calculus going?” he asked.

“Horribly. Thank you for the distraction, I really needed a break” you answered in half truths.

“Well, the guys and I have a proposal to make, but I’m not sure if you’d be interested.” Jeno stated timidly.

“Let’s hear it” you said, getting comfortable in your desk chair.

“See, Hyuck and I got an invite for this party… Basically, a friend of a friend is hosting a party for the end of the school year tomorrow night. He said bring as many people as you’d like so that isn’t a problem” Jeno explained.

“Oh. Are all of you guys going?” you asked.

“Yeah. Jun was tough to break but Hyuck always knows how to push his buttons” he answered.

“Of course he does. Let me talk to my parents and Elena… I’m going to get back to you as soon as I can.” You said.

With a few quick words after that, you were left to stare back at your bedroom wall. A party. Funny, it had been a while since you were invited to one. Most of the time, you and your friends would simply go out for burgers or something.

It wouldn’t hurt to get out a little… Right?

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The exam that morning was nothing much. You were able to answer all the questions within the given time, but you were anxious about a couple answers, fearing you had rushed them and ended up with wrong results.

The school was emptying out, students rushing to get away and celebrate their newfound freedom. You stalled, sticking around for a bit longer. You emptied your locker, carrying all your things in your backpack. You saw the notice wall on your way out and moved to stand before it. Your eyes quickly found the plain white paper that announced the ‘Don’t Need Your Love Club’, the names scribbled below it in black ink now all too familiar to you.

1. Huang Renjun

2. Lee Jeno

3. Liu Yangyang

4. Na Jaemin

5. Lee Donghyuck

And on slot number six was your name, written in one of Elena’s colorful pencils. The memories from that day were crystal clear. You recalled your anger and confusion and you remembered very well how your heart still fluttered whenever Kyle would look at you. Now you felt only disgust.

Your heart fluttered for another boy entirely and maybe that wasn’t so bad.

“Well, time to get out of here” you thought to yourself, walking out.

With one last look, you parted with your school for the rest of the summer.

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After some begging from you and a cute phone call from Nana to your Mom, your parents finally gave you permission to go to the party, albeit half-heartedly.

Elena opted out, saying she was too tired from the whole exam period and she’d prefer to stay in for a couple of days to recharge. Cat refused to go anywhere near alcohol of any kind, no matter how hard Yangyang tried to convince her. That left only you and the boys.

Without Elena’s magic hands, you tried to do your best to look presentable. Brown eye-shadow covered your eyelids, your look being complete with the best eyeliner you could manage and a bold red lip. You left your hair down, only placing some loose curls in it. Your dress was nothing extra, a simple black dress with a lace detail on the back.

You were placing a few items in your hand bag when you heard Jeno honking from down stairs. You bed a quick good bye to your parents and walked out of the house to meet your friends.

“Wow” Jaemin said from the passenger’s seat.

“What?” you asked.

“You look so pretty” Renjun said, squished in the backseat with Yangyang and Donghyuck.

You chuckled lightly, thanking him for the compliment.

“Ehm, guys, where am I supposed to sit?” you asked

The boys looked between themselves, urging each other to speak up.

“Guys?” you tried again.

“Look I thought I’d drive the boys and just come back for you but Yangyang started this eco-friendly rant and I felt bad so… Can’t you just sit on Renjun’s lap or something? It’s only a ten minute drive or so” Jeno said.

“I can’t sit on Jun! He’s tiny, I’m gonna crash him!” you protested.

“She can sit on my lap then, for fuck’s sake! Just get on with it, we’re going to be late.” Donghyuck offered.

You immediately got flustered, your cheeks flushing red. You weren’t going to refuse his offer, but Jaemin spoke up.

“I can get in the back if you want” he said.

You shook your head slightly, making your way around the car. Donghyuck opened the car door for you and you got in. The position was not comfortable for sure. Your legs were tied with Yangayng’s and your head almost hit the top of the car every time Jeno made a turn.

Donghyuck had one hand around your waist and another one on your thigh to support you. Your own hands were wrapped around his neck to support some of your own weight. Your body was on fire, electricity pulsing through you where he was touching you or your skin was in contact with his. Your heart beat had assumed a rapid pace and you were almost certain everyone in the car could hear it.

You half-registered Nana taking recommendations for the playlist as designated DJ. The boys were talking amongst themselves but you could barely hear their voices. Your every thought circled around Hyuck, his hands around you and yours around him.

You were looking down, nodding here and there to pretend to be listening when your head shot up. His hand on your thigh was moving, slowly massaging the area. You turned to look at him, getting a gorgeous view of his side profile as he was talking to Renjun.

But he had forgotten that two could play at this game. Your own hand started moving, circling a strand of hair from the back of his neck. He slowly turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow. You returned the look, giving him a mere shrug of your shoulder before turning to talk to Jaemin.

Before long, Jeno announced your arrival. You all filed out of the car one by one. You took a second to pull down your dress that had risen up during the drive and turned to your friends. Donghyuck was already gone. You tried to mask your disappointment with a smile as you and the rest of the boys made your way inside the house.

Loud EDM music was blasting through the dimly lit house. The boys looked like they knew their way around, maneuvering through the house and greeting people here and there. You and Yangyang were introduced to the host, Jungwoo, while red cups were placed on your hands. You noted that Jeno refused his and were glad to see him be safe.

You talked with Jungwoo for a while, getting to know each other. You also met Mark, apparently a close friend of Hyuck’s.

“Sorry, Donghyuck doesn’t really open up to me” you told him, suppressing your hurt with a laugh.

“That’s funny.” Mark said.

“What is?” you asked.

And just as Mark was about to answer, Donghyuck made his appearance.

“We were just talking about you!” Mark said, watching as Donghyuck emptied the contents of his cup.

He raised the now empty cup to both you and Mark, nodding a little and moving towards the kitchen.

“Shit, I have to talk to him. Will you be alright?” Mark asked you.

“Sure I will! You go ahead!” You told him.

He gave you an apologetic smile as he went after Donghyuck. You watched them leave and then skimmed around the room to find someone to talk to.

“Hey, Y/N! Come sit with me!” Jaemin beckoned you over to the couch in the center of the room.

You sat down next to him, making yourself comfortable in his side as you tried to follow the conversation. You were talking to some senior girls you had never met, but you quite liked them both. The night continued as you played some games like truth or dare and Jenga, slowly emptying the contents of your cup, only for another one to be placed in your hand.

Donghyuck would move in and out of the room, Mark hot on his heels each time. His mind seemed preoccupied, not looking at anyone as he made his way outside and then back in the kitchen. Mark came back at some point, moving straight to Jungwoo and whispering something in his ear, clearly pissed off.

You allowed him to calm down before approaching him again. At the moment, you were on your feet, leaning back on the wall and talking to him. You masked your concern and tried your best not to ask about Hyuck. You were listening to another one of his stories about his clumsy hands when your laughter was cut short. In the doorway, you saw Kyle walking in and one of the girls you were previously talking with, happily getting on her feet to greet him.

You stood frozen, seeing him gather her in his arms and kissing her. You felt sick, your stomach a burning mess as he greeted everyone in the room and his gaze fell on you. His façade faltered for a second when your eyes met, confusion and anger evident on his face. He composed himself quickly, nodding at you and Jeno, who had moved to stand next to you.

Your gaze turned to Jaemin opposite you. He was sitting on the couch, looking from Kyle to you. He started to get up, eyes burning, but you furiously shook your head at him. Jeno was eyeing him weird, but Kyle acted like none of you were there, furiously making out with the girl in the corner of the room.

“That was awkward.” Mark noted.

“Are you okay? Do you want to go home?” Jeno asked you, brushing Mark off.

“No, I- No. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. I’m just going to get some air.” You said.

Jeno moved to come with you, but you gave him a look to tell him that you wanted to be alone. He stood back, nodding and turning to explain to Mark what had happened.

The air outside was hot, not offering you the refreshment you wanted. Your eyes were looking ahead, but your thoughts were running. You didn’t have the chance to unravel your train of thought when you heard someone make their way outside.

“There you are.” Kyle said making you jump.

“Here I am. What do you want?” you asked, getting to your feet.

“What I’ve been wanting all these months. What you took from me by running into that idiot.” He said pushing you on the front of the house.

“You’re mine. Still mine.” He said, as he pushed your bodies closer and closer together.

You started to think that maybe isolating yourself wasn’t such a good idea. You tried with all your might to push him off of you.

“What are you doing? Your girlfriend is in there. She could walk out any minute” you tried to reason with him.

“Ha! As if she could be my girlfriend.” He said. “No, I’m just playing around with her. Now stop moving.” He warned you.

He had you cornered, lips ghosting over your neck, arms going up and down your back, then finding their way to grab your ass. You tried once more to push him away.

“Kyle don’t” you say again.

“She said don’t dude” Donghyuck’s voice sounds from the door way.

“What do you have to do with it? Mind your own fucking business.” Kyle tells him, pushing you behind him.

“Let me go, let me go to Donghyuck.” You tell him.

Kyle turns to you, raising one arm to hit you. Donghyuck is quick, holding back his hand and pushing him away.

“You don’t have a conscience, do you? What kind of man are you that hits women? Get out of here.” Donghyuck says, pushing him off the porch.

Without waiting for an answer from Kyle, he grabs your hand, pulling you upstairs and into an unfamiliar room. He places you on the bed, taking a good look at your body and finally meeting your eyes.

You are breathless, you haven’t said a word since he stepped in, as all words die at your throat. And now- Now he’s meeting your eyes in this intense stare, and you forget everything else, the music wrapping around you, the crowd of people downstairs, all you remember is the way his skin glows in the moonlight coming in from the window behind him.

“Did he touch you?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shake your head urgently. “No, you got there before it got too bad. Thank you.” You say.

“I can’t believe you’re so stupid. You see him walk in and then you just give yourself up to him? Do you still want him? Do you want him to do all those terrible things he said?” Donghyuck snaps, his voice getting louder and louder.

“What the fuck? Are you even serious? How is any of this my fault? I almost got assaulted AGAIN by the same damn guy and I’m to blame?” you answered him.

“So it was him that day? No wonder you didn’t say anything, you probably enjoyed it!” Donghyuck said.

You went back and forth for a while, screaming at each other. You betted everyone downstairs could hear you, even with the loud music surrounding the house, even Kyle down on the porch if he hadn’t left already. You didn’t care. You were hurt, each of his words digging another blow on your heart. More than that, you were tired, too tired of this constant push and pull between you and Donghyuck.

“I don’t get it. I don’t understand why you are talking to me like this.” You tell him finally.

“You don’t know?” he asks, eyes burning.

“No.” you state simply.

“No?” he asks himself, taking three huge steps and standing opposite you.

You refuse to break eye contact, waiting for him to speak, to say anything. Instead, he moves closer, connecting your lips.

Your mind had been racing for too long; it finally went still, only for it to explode with fireworks the very next minute.

He held on to you like you were his life support and after a moment of hesitation you did the same. Your hands found solace in the back of his neck while his were stuck on your waist, pulling you closer and closer. Your hands moved in his hair, the memories of being in the car miles away from you. Your body was flush against his and his mouth searched for yours as if his life depended on it.

You laid your hands lightly on his shoulders and you pushed him off, gasping for air.

“Hyuck...” you began but his mouth was on yours again for the softest of pecks.

“Say it again. Say my name again like that” he whispered, his voice raspy, almost hungry.

“Hyuck. Hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck, Hyuck” you said and each time you were rewarded with a kiss.

Kissing him made you feel light headed and got your heart racing so much, it could give the fastest runner the race of their lives. You felt light but also grounded, dizzy but also sane.

“Stop. Donghyuck stop” you said.

He obliged, separating your lips for his but still keeping you close. He rested his forehead on top of yours, breathing heavily.

“I’ve wanted to do that for too long” he whispered.

“I still don’t understand. You…” you let your voice trail off.

“I like you Y/N. I swear to God I do. You’re all I can think of day in and day out. I was about to tell you at your competition, I wanted to tell you but… We were interrupted” Donghyuck confessed.

Your head was spinning once again. Thoughts were racing past you, Donghyuck looking at you at the competition, at the skate park, at the meetings, always keeping his distance but always being there.

“But then why-” you began, but he cut you off.

“Why was I so horrible to you? Because I’m an asshole. I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know what to do and I chose the worst possible path I could’ve taken. At first I thought you’d go along with it, the teasing, and when you didn’t I realized I had fucked up. But I just couldn’t confess either. And then Kyle happened and I knew I’d lost my chance so I continued just to press you even more. I could see you weren’t happy and I hated it.”

“Then I saw your name at the club’s application and I was furious. That was the one place me and the guys could hang out in peace, whining about our nonexistent love lives but you’d be there now and the balance would be thrown out of the window.”

“Only it wasn’t. You fit right in with everyone and I was left out to watch. You know how many times I stared at you and Yangyang, or Renjun, or Jeno… And you had no idea. But I couldn’t even tell you because I knew you were still getting over Kyle.”

“Until that day. That day, you came running up to me full-speed and asked for help. But even then, I had to be an asshole and ruin the whole thing. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I shouldn’t have ranted either.” Donghyuck finished, and started to move to the door.

You reached for his hand, stopping him. He turned to face you and you searched in his eyes. You could see hurt in there, some anger even and love. You were surprised to find his eyes, softly gazing back at you, taking in your features.

“I’m not” you said.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry that I kissed you back. And I’m not sorry I heard what you had to say. But now it’s my turn.” You told him.

Still holding his hand, you lead Donghyuck to sit on the bed, while you remained standing. He followed as if in a trance, looking at you and waiting for you to talk.

“I can’t say I get it. I know it should fit the whole ‘Boys being boys’ stereotype where a boy likes a girl so he pulls her hair… But we’re not toddlers any more Hyuck. I thought you hated me. And that was the hardest part.”

“Every time I came in a room, you would shut down completely. It took months for me to finally start to see the real you. But that day, that day I came running back to you-” you stopped, taking a deep breath.

You moved to sit next to Donghyuck on the bed. He stood frozen, barely moving his head to face you. You didn’t mind, as you looked down at your fingers and explained what had happened.

“You saved me that day Hyuck. And you saved me today too.” You finished.

“Y/N…” he started, but you cut him off.

“Please don’t pity me. I’m fine.” You reassured him.

“I think I need to go” he said after a few minutes of silence.

“That’s all you have to say?” you ask him.

He turns around to face you once more. He stares at you blankly, no emotions evident in his eyes, but moving too fast to read. With a simple nod, he turns for the door again.

“I wish you’d stop acting like that.” You whisper.

“Like what?” he asks, hands already on the door handle.

“Like nothing ever hurts you. Like nothing matters, like you’re the asshole you want others to believe you are.” You say.

“But I am.” He says.

You cross the room quickly, moving to stand next to him. You place one hand on his forearm and he turns at the touch.

Finally, you see him. A boy, just a boy, thoughts running behind his eyes as he looks at you. You blink away the tears filling your eyes as you find so much complexity and emotion behind his.

“No. No you’re not” you say, and in an instant his lips are on yours once again.

Unlike your first kiss, this kiss is slow and passionate. All the words left unsaid, all the longing looks are poured into the kiss as both of you cling onto the other.

Your thoughts are running around Hyuck again, the bitter taste of vodka on his mouth, the smell of sweat and alcohol and the sea hanging onto his clothes. His hands run over your back, the back of your head, your hair. You hold onto his shoulders, the back of his neck, run your own hands through his hair.

And nothing had ever felt so real. And nothing had ever felt so right.

“I hate you.” You whisper onto his lips.

Donghyuck only smiles. “I know”.

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kpopsinsandwins · 6 years ago

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Sharing is Caring Pt. 3

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2

Member: Jaemin

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Jaemin was studying alone on the couch and you could tell he needed help so you decide to tutor him. About half way into studying, Jaemin's brain becomes fried and he really needs to have a break and do something fun to cure his boredom. Luckily, he knows exactly what will do the trick.

It wasn’t long after you and Renjun had sex for the first time that the rest of your friends tried getting in your pants. The day after everything went down, you went to take a shower and just when you announced this to your friends, Haechan snapped his head up and suggested he tag along with you to conserve water. You rolled your eyes and laughed as you walked to the bathroom. You made sure you locked the door before even taking your hair out of its ponytail. Haechan was not pleased when he found out the door was unable to be opened. Later that same day, Jeno came out of his and Jaemin’s room to workout in the living room. It just so happened that you were reading a book in that very room when he decided to do this. Now, this would seem normal to anyone a first but Jeno only ever works out in his room and everyone knows that. He was pretty hot, you have to admit, but you also really liked how much control you had over these boys without even trying. You watched him, and you made sure he saw that you were watching him, and enjoying what you were seeing, but as soon as it was becoming too much for you to handle you got up and left a confused and out of breath Jeno in the empty living room. The only one that hasn’t really tried anything yet was Jaemin. That was until Friday night when Jaemin was studying for a big test he had at the beginning of the next week. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a baggy black t-shirt. His hair was messy because of the various times he had run his hands through it due to frustration. He was sitting criss cross on the couch, surrounded by books and papers. You were sitting in the kitchen just staring at him and seeing how badly he didn’t understand the material he was looking at. He sighed and pulled at his hair for what seemed like the 100th time. You could tell he really needed help and so you got the idea to help him, despite not knowing exactly just what he was studying. You got up from your seat and made your way over to him.

“Hey, Jae,” you said to get his attention.

“Oh, hey, Y/n,” he said while sulking.

“Whatcha studying for?” you asked him while taking a seat next to him.

“I have this crazy math test on Monday and I have no idea what I’m doing,” he said, running his hands through his hair again. It was a complete mess but it still looked good.

“Can’t you ask Renjun for help?” you asked him.

“I’ve asked all of them for help but they’d all rather go to that new bowling alley than help their best friend not flunk out of college,” he said with a sigh. He looked at the mess of papers and started grabbing at them to make more room for you.

“What if,” you said while scooting closer to him, “I help you study.”

“You’d do that for me,” he said while turning to face you.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, “I wouldn’t want my favorite roommate to flunk out of college.”

“Oh, so I’m your favorite?” he asked with a smug grin on his face

“Shut up,” you said as you rolled your eyes, “we have lots of studying to do” And with that, the two of you began studying. You would stare at his profile as he solved problems and he’d catch you every so often, looking back at you from the corners of his eyes. Whenever this would happen he would clear his throat and that was a kind of signal for you to look away and blush.

Two hours had passed and you managed to help Jaemin understand at least half of what he was having trouble with. You were staring at him again, not being able to help it. Just the way his eyes focused on the paper and the way his eyebrows moved when he was unsure of something and thinking. The way he’d bring his bottom lip between his teeth when he was focusing hard, it all made you feel a certain type of way. Jaemin finally realized that you were staring again and again he looked at you from the corners of his eyes but instead of clearing his throat, he quickly turned to look at you.

“Ok, I need a break,” he said while dropping what he was working on onto the coffee table. This startled you a little, making it difficult for you to think.

“Uh, ok,” you said trying to think of something fun to do for his break, “we could watch a movie.”

“Seriously?” Jaemin said with disappointment in his voice.

“What?” you asked him, “Do you not like movies?”

“You were undressing me with your eyes the whole time we were studying and now that we’re on a break you want to watch a movie?” he asked you with disbelief clear on his face. You didn’t know what to say. Yes, you were staring at him all night and thinking about how good looking he was, but you didn’t think he noticed it. Your face was turning red and becoming warm with every second that passed.

“I-i, uh,” you said, unable to think of anything to actually say. With this, Jaemin brought his face closer to yours and had his eyes looking back and forth from your eyes to your lips. You completely froze in your spot, not being able to process what was happening.

“So you’re telling me,” Jaemin whispered while pushing his face closer to yours, “that you’d rather watch a movie than kiss me right now?” You had never seen Jaemin like this before. He had a fierce look in his eyes, which was unusual since his eyes were always full of joy. He wasn’t his usual happy bubbly self, he was a man that knew what he wanted and knew that he was going to get it no matter what. You weren’t going to lie, this look worked for him.

“W-well,” you whispered, still not sure what to say. You couldn’t help looking down at his lips, wanting to get yours closer to his. He saw you looking at his lips and smirked a little.

“See,” he whispered, “there you go again.” He closed his eyes and chuckled. You were losing all control of your mind and body with every passing second. This new dark side of Jaemin was really messing with you. You couldn’t control yourself anymore. You quickly pushed your lips onto his and started to kiss him. This took him by surprise but he quickly realized what was happening and started kissing you back. You heard something fall on the floor but you weren’t interested in it enough to check what it was. Jaemin grabbed at your hips and tugged on you to get you to straddle him. Now that your legs were wrapped around his waist you understood that Jaemin had pushed all his books onto the floor so that way you could get on top of him.

His grip on your hips never left and you could feel that once the kiss became deeper his hands started to wander. You could feel his hands slide up and down your back while yours stayed around his neck. He let your lips go from his and he started placing tiny kisses all along your jaw and neck. His hands found their way under your shirt, lifting it over your head to take it off. His kisses started to trail down your neck to your breasts, causing tiny moans to leave your mouth. Your hands slid from behind his neck and started to wander his chest. Your hands found the hem of his shirt and almost instantly found their way inside of it to tear it over his head. You threw the shirt behind you not caring enough to not make a mess. Your hands were still on his chest while his were gripping on to your ass, kneading it as his lips moved across your chest. His lips felt like tiny, soft clouds massaging your chest. Every kiss made you needier and needier for his touch. You were becoming so restless for more contact that you started moaning and squirming every time his lips made contact with your skin.

“So impatient, princess,” Jaemin said while lightly laughing against your skin. His hands slipped into your shorts and gripped on to your ass, kneading it with more force to try and get a reaction from you. You couldn’t help but give in to his touch and give him exactly what he wanted. You moaned at his touch, needing more of it. Your hands slowly slid down his chest to the front of his sweats, feeling the firm outline of his hardening member. Your hand started to slowly palm him through his sweats, causing his breath to falter against your skin. His hands reached for the band of your shorts and pulled them down, leaving you in just your underwear and bra. While your hand was moving aggravatingly slow up and down his member, your lips found their way to his neck to leave dark red marks all over it. Jaemin’s head fell back against the couch and he let out a low groan, letting you know he really liked what you were doing to him. The other thing that made you know he really liked it was the slow bucking of his hips into your hand. He was getting needy just as you were, needing more to feel sweet release and ecstasy. You weren’t going to give it to him that quick and that easy though. You drew back your lips from his neck and your hand from his pants. He slowly opened his eyes and gave you a questioned look as if to say, ‘Why’d you stop?’. You just looked back at him and smirked.

“Who’s needy now, huh?” you asked sarcastically with a small laugh.

“Oh, shut up, Y/n,” he said while rolling his eyes.

“Me? Shut up?” you said sarcastically. You wrapped your hands back around his neck.

“Yes, you,” he said back to you. His hands found their way to your hips and started slowly moving them back and forth to create friction against his member and your heat.

“And what if I don’t?” you asked him, trying to get him riled up. You knew it was working too because his grip on your hips got tighter.

“Oh, you don’t wanna know, princess.” With that his lips went back to yours and his hands went to unclasp your bra. He slid it off your body and threw it behind him. He took one of your breasts in his hand and squeezed it lightly, getting you to release a tiny moan from the back of your throat. His hips thrusted up when you did that, wanting to hear more of the little noises you made when he made you feel good. Your hands went to the waistband of his sweats and once they met with it, your fingers curled around the edge and you slowly pulled them down. You hopped of his lap to fully take his pants off and as you were standing in front of him you slowly pulled down your underwear, giving him a tiny strip tease. You could visibly see his member straining against his boxers as you did this. He needed you badly and you wanted to make him feel good. You got down on your knees in front of him and made your way in between his legs. You pulled at his boxers, bringing them down his legs, releasing his hard member from its confinement. You looked up at his face, his eyes full of lust and hope, wishing you’d just put him in your mouth already. You took this as the perfect time to bring your tongue from the base to the tip, bringing shivers down his spine. You looked up at him as you did it again, keeping eye contact as your lips wrapped around the tip of his member. When you did this he couldn’t help but lean his head back and enjoy the way you looked so taking him in your mouth. Your mouth sank down his hard member, causing small sighs of relief to slip through Jaemin’s lips. You hummed around him, encouraging the noises coming out of the boy’s mouth. He seemed to like this as his hips began to thrust up, causing him to go further into your mouth. You wanted him to feel good but you didn’t want things to end just yet. You took him out of your mouth and stood up. Jaemin opened his eyes slowly as he was brought back to reality. He reached a hand out to you and you gladly took it. He pulled you to him, wanting you to straddle him. You sat down and his lips went to your chest, leaving kisses and marks all over the place.

“I want you to ride me,” he groaned against your skin. His words made you feel lost with lust. Your head clouded with one desire that you’d been chasing after this whole time. You needed him and you needed him now. You positioned yourself with him and slowly sank down on him. Finally feeling the thing you needed most in that moment, it was like scratching a hard to find itch. His lips were on your neck, leaving little bites here and there, as you began to rock your hips against his. His hands found their way to your hips, making sure you kept pace with his thrusts. The feeling of him deep inside of you and his hot breath against your skin sent you to unbelievable heights. All that pent up tension finally being on the brink of releasing. You let out a loud moan as his hips thrusted up.

“F-fuck, Jae, so good,” was all you were able to get out. You weren’t able to concentrate on anything else except the closing in feeling of the knot in your stomach trying to find a way to release.

“So close,” Jaemin grunted in between thrusts. You could feel the change in rhythm the closer he got to his release. His hand found its way between the two of you. He pushed his thumb to your swollen bud, circling around it, bringing you closer to your release. Your walls were getting tighter with every move he made, causing him to groan at the sweet feeling of you around him. His thumb moved faster and faster, causing more and more noises to fall from your lips. You were close now, the knot in your stomach barely holding together.

“I’m close, Jaemin,” you let out. He thrusted up into you faster, trying his hardest to give you the one thing you desired most in that moment. This was all that it took for the knot in your stomach to finally release, giving you the amazing feeling of pure pleasure. You moaned out Jaemin’s name as your walls closed as tightly as they could around him. The feeling of you around him brought him to his high, causing him to let out a loud groan as he let go. You were both out of breath as you slid off of him, falling onto the couch.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Jaemin said with a sigh. He turned his head to your direction. Your eyes were closed and your chest was rising and falling at a fast pace. You opened your eyes and turned your head to face him. You looked at his face, hair matted down to his forehead with sweat and a soft smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back. Just then there was a knock on the front door. Both of your smiles fell and fear filled your eyes. Jaemin looked at you questioningly, as if to say, “Who’s at the door?” There was a long pause before another knock was heard but this time there was a voice to go along with it.

“Hey, can we come in yet? Are you guys done fucking?” That voice could only be one person. You both quickly put on what clothes you could find that had been mindlessly thrown earlier, to go and answer the door. Jaemin couldn’t find his shirt and you couldn’t find your underwear despite how hard you looked for them. You gave up looking for them and opened the door to find all three of your roommates behind it. Jeno was sitting against the wall next to where Renjun was standing and Haechan was the boy standing right in front of you.

“Can we come in now? I need food,” Jeno whined to you.

“Yes, yes, come in,” Jaemin said from behind you. The three boys pushed through the door and made their way into the apartment. You and Jaemin went over to the couch to clean up the papers that were thrown around. Renjun went to his room and Jeno went to the kitchen while Haechan stood behind the couch, watching you and Jaemin clean up the mess you made.

“Oh, this must be my lucky day,” Haechan said suddenly, walking fast to the other side of the room. Your eyes followed to where he was going and you saw what he was going after. Right beside the tv stand on the floor, there they were, your underwear. Your eyes widened and you stood up to get them before Haechan could but he was much closer to them than you were. He bent down and picked them up holding them out to you. As you went to grab them he lifted them high above his head, which was way high above your head, not letting you grab them.

“Haechan, those are mine,” you said while trying your hardest to reach for your belonging.

“I know. That’s why I grabbed them,” he said playfully.

“Well, give them back then,” you said to him.

“Oh, I can’t do that,” he said devilishly, “You can get these back when you and I get some alone time together.” He winked at you when he said this.

“Seriously?” you asked him, giving up on trying to jump and reach for them. “But those are my favorite pair,” you whined.

“Well, they’ll be waiting for you in my room for the time being. You know where they’ll be and you know where I’ll be so don’t be shy and come get them soon, ok, baby?” He walked away, leaving you in the living room.

“Well, looks like you gotta fuck him now,” Jeno said from the kitchen while laughing.

“Yeah yeah yeah, shut up, Jeno,” you said back to him, “I’m gonna go shower,” you said as you walked to the bathroom. From Haechan’s room you heard a loud thud and feet moving quickly. “And I’m locking the door, dummy,” you yelled to him. All you heard as you opened the bathroom door was a loud groan. You couldn’t help but laugh at your roommate’s suffering.

A/n: Wow, this took long to write. I’m not very pleased with it either but I really didn’t want to restart it cause it was hella late already. It’s also really long, like wtf. Well, I hope you like it and aren’t too upset with the way it turned out💕 (I like making Hyuck a thirsty boy. I think it’s funny so I hope you guys don’t mind the ending lol)

#nct smut #jaemin smut #jaemin x reader #nct scenarios #na jaemin smut

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09yards · 5 years ago

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Don’t Call Me Angel / NCT secret agent au | read on ao3 here

pairings: Kun x Ten, Johnny x Taeyong, Doyoung x Jaehyun, Mark x Donghyuck, Lucas x Renjun and small Hendery x Yangyang

note: I changed the pairings from the original ones slightly and apologies for that but I think the story will work a lot better now. Anyways, enjoy (:

“I do not need some six-foot, macho-man, babysitter, Kun. I think I’ve made it perfectly clear I can take care of myself and we both know I work better alone.”

“Ten, when I came over last night I found you crying on the sofa with an almost empty bottle of expensive white wine over Grey’s Anatomy. You cannot take care of yourself.”

“Derek died Kun, gone , dead , never coming back! He left Meredith alone, and she’s pregnant! Think of the babies! Anyone with a heart would find that upsetting.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t have a heart then,” Kun tisked, “And seriously, what is your obsession with babies? Can you move on from that soon—you keep mentioning them around Taeyong and he keeps whining about how cute they are too. Babies are weird, squishy things, they are not cute . They cry and scream and you can’t just leave them to their own devices. It’s so irritating .”

“Jesus, you’re such a bitch. You’re my best friend and I love you but god Kun, you can be so mean . But we’re getting off topic—I don’t need a damn bodyguard!”

“He’s not some bodyguard or babysitter Ten, he’s going to be your partner —your equal, if you will.” Kun stood up from his seat and walked around his desk to lean against it, gaze firm and business face on. “The two of you will be working together . He happens to be extremely skilled in the combat side of things and yes, he is much taller than you and appearance-wise he seems more fitting to the role. And his looks match your work a little more than yours do. He’s ex-military, his file says a Navy SEAL if I recall correctly. He will make sure you stay out of trouble while you charm and flirt your way through missions. He will allow me to guarantee—or at least somewhat reassure—your safety.”

“I sincerely apologise that I’m disrupting your usual conduct Ten, but I won’t apologise for wanting to make sure you’re safe. After what happened with Sicheng, neither me nor Taeyong are willing to take any risks when it comes to the safety of our agents. Even Doyoung is being assigned a partner for his field work. Taeyong is letting him know later, and so I give it—” Kun paused to give a quick glance to his watch and then the clock ticking against the wall. “—about forty minutes until the coffee table in the reception is smashed into several hundred thousand pieces, again . Remind me to ask Jungwoo to order a new one when we’re finished.”

Ten let out a soft chuckle, “I’m sorry too, by the way.” Ten took a deep breath, his voice was much quieter than normal, almost as if he was embarrassed. “I get where you’re coming from, I’m just not used to working with any other people aside from Doyoungie or Hendery in my ear, let alone working with anyone in the flesh. The only person I ever had as a partner was you, way back when we were still rookies.” Kun flashed him a small smile in return, an acknowledgement of some sorts of their rookie days. The days before Kun left.

“It’s going to be an adjustment, but I think it’s a good thing. Frankly, even though you probably won’t see it at first, you and Youngho will get along great. He’s coming from a placement in Berlin. He was originally part of the European branch actually, and he’s also bringing three other agents with him—Jung Yoonoh, Lee Donghyuck and Liu Yangyang. I’m not sure what code names they’re being assigned as of yet. Youngho is fluent in both Korean and English, and apparently his Mandarin isn’t terrible so you can pick what you like but keep in mind who your in-ear is. Don’t speak in a language they don't understand. That will remain the rule.”

“You mean if my in-ear is, for some reason, not Hendery or even Mark. You do know that there’s been only one case out of the four hundred and ninety-six missions I’ve worked where my in-ear hasn’t been one of them? And while we’re on that, please never assign Jeno to me again—he was awful but , in all fairness, I think he was just scared of telling me what to do.” Kun rolled his eyes at the fact Ten has memorised his exact number of missions and watches as Ten had visibly relaxed once again, kicking his feet up onto the arm of the sofa he was lounging on. His eyes widened as he tried to remember the information Kun had told him. “Wait, European? Kun did you finally find me the hot British agent of my dreams? I’m ready for my romancing. Okay, that’s a lie, but who knows.” He shrugged.

“No. I don’t know the logistics of how he ended up in Europe but he’s American, from Chicago—the place that, according to him and a quick google search, has really good pizza and is always windy. I wasn’t really interested in his life story, I was more interested in his stats on his transfer application. If it’s any consolation, Irene and Seulgi swear by him—gave him glowing references from their time in Paris and said he’s easy on the eyes, whatever that means.”

“Ah, Kun dearest ,” his voice dripping with sarcasm at the added endearment, “How would you rate his attractiveness?”

“I don’t know, Ten, I don’t pay attention to these things. Besides, I’ve yet to meet him in the flesh. I’ve only seen the pictures from his profile that were provided.”

“Bullshit! Just because you’re all work-focussed and don’t spend time on tinder doesn’t mean you can’t objectively determine if someone is attractive or not. What do our years of friendship get me if you can’t even tell me whether or not he’s ‘future partner with mutually beneficial relations material?’”

The apples of Kun’s cheeks turned rosy at that, a light blush washing over him as he visibly stiffened slightly. Ten always found it amusing that even with their years of friendship and his own distinct lack of a filter, when it came to most discussions—particularly his nonchalant approach to sex and the attractiveness of someone—Kun would flush instantly like you’d just caught him with his pants down. Unfortunately, Ten knew exactly how Kun reacted to being seen with his pants down, a price that comes with having been friends for many years and Ten’s old habit of showing up at Kun’s apartment unannounced. It’s safe to say Ten avoided him for several weeks after the incident, and now he always makes sure to knock or text.

“He—” Kun faltered, “—I guess, objectively speaking of course, I might agree that he’s attractive. Although he seems like a romantic so don’t get your hopes up. God , I need a drink before I talk about this with you and the tantrum Doyoung is going to throw—oh dear.”

“No worries, I can help you with that!” Ten jumped up from his seat, walking over to the large bookshelf filling the length of one of the walls of Kun’s office. He rummaged behind several boxes of files before yelling, “Found it!” and returning with a bottle of soju. Kun doesn’t want to know how or when it ended up in his office, but Ten seems to have gained psychic abilities because he counters that, “It’s a need-to-know basis and you don’t need to know. But you never know when you might need a bottle. It’s handy to keep one around.”

“Have you got glasses hidden somewhere too?”

“’Fraid not. We do, however, have mugs so that’ll do. Shot glasses are a pain anyway. You have to keep refilling them and with a mug you don’t.” Ten promptly poured the soju, filling the two mugs and whispering “It’s our little secret,” before sitting down once again (with his feet up on the arm rest again, Kun couldn’t help sneer a little—he was a fan of the no shoes on the furniture policy, but Ten doesn’t agree to it at home, so why would Kun expect him to at the office?).

“Stop glaring at me, Kun. I’m not putting my feet down. Now , finish what you were saying about my partner .”

“I really don’t know much else about him,” Kun sighed, “he requested that two of the other agents also received a transfer and the third was given a non-negotiable transfer. He got into some trouble while in Berlin so they had to pull him immediately, but even I wasn’t given the details. I do know that he speaks Mandarin, so you can have someone else to practice with when you feel like, and I’m sure Xiaojun will be roping him into the Chinese-only nights in no time.”

“Kun, you’re supposed to be the source of all information. How do you know so little? Oh quit it, I know you only know what the profile tells you blah blah blah.”

“You can tease Doyoung about this partner, if that makes you feel any better. I don’t know much about him either but he’s another ex-military poster boy, Yoonoh could pass as a high-end model too. According to Seulgi they call him ‘everyone’s first love’. He has dimples that are apparently ‘ to die for ’ and if the photos on his profile are anything to go by, he has some rather... prominent abs. Taeyong described them as washboard,” when Kun had asked him to explain, Taeyong had patted the younger’s head and told him that it was late and he was going to head home. “I practically had to wipe the drool off of his face after he spent far too long looking at the pictures attached to the profile. Who even attaches multiple shirtless pictures to their profile? We only need one for identification, not multiple for Taeyong to fawn over. Jesus , pass the bottle, would you?”

“Kun it’s not even 5 pm, I think one mug of soju is enough daytime drinking while at work, especially if the new people are arriving today.”

“Need I remind you that I’m your superior, pass the bottle so I can drown out that picture. He kept making jokes about how I never date. I was young and hot once you know? I had fun, I got around, I wasn’t old and boring like I am now.”

“Kun I do not need or want to know how your sex life has deteriorated. I lived next-door to you in college—that’s all I need to know. You’ll find someone when you’re ready. Who knows, maybe you’ve already met them.”

“Have you thought about my offer to live with me or on-base yet? I don’t like the thought of you living alone… not after everything.”

Ten raised his eyebrow at the comment. “I haven’t yet but I’ll think about it. Now , tell me about Yoonoh.”

“The only other thing I was told is that he’s supposedly quite the charmer and sweet talker, however he’s always declined any advances made towards him according to Irene. He seems to have a naturally flirtatious personality, though.”

“Ahh, brilliant! Poor Doie is going to fall in love with him so quickly, I can’t wait . I hope Yoonoh’s going to flirt with him. He isn’t going to have a clue what to do.”

“What you’re saying would sound sympathetic or supportive coming from anyone else's mouth, but from yours it just sounds downright sadistic.”

If Kun hadn’t known Ten as long as he had, the eerie smile Ten is currently adorning would’ve been alarming but alas, once you’d known someone long enough, and you’d risked death together and saved one another’s lives more than a handful of times, and a large part of your job involves killing other people, it takes a lot to creep Kun out these days.

“Hey, your forty minutes are up now and no smashed coffee table yet—“

As if someone of a higher power was listening in, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the ground floor of the building along with several screeches from whoever was milling around at the time. This wouldn’t be the last time Doyoung would throw whatever piece of furniture he could get his hands on off the balcony, launching it to the floor below and consistently nailing the coffee table in particular.

“As you were saying Ten?”

Ten pouted and mumbled, “Never mind.”

There was a sheepish knock on the door and Kun yelled a quick come in as a response.

“Sorry to bother you guys, just thought I’d let you know, Kun, but I’m putting the order for a new coffee table in now and a new office chair. Is there anything else you need?”

“No that’s all, thanks Jungwoo.”

“Wait? An office chair too?” Ten sat up a little, waiting for a response.

“Yes, Ten,” Jungwoo sighed, “That’s what Doyoung threw off the balcony—may need to bring a contractor in to fix the dent in the floor, but I think a new table will cover it enough that it doesn’t need to be done anytime soon.”

“I forgot you’ve never actually witnessed Doyoung throwing various belongings off the balcony. The money he costs me is ridiculous.”

“I’ll leave the two of you to it. I doubt it’ll be long before they make their way down. You know what Doyoung’s like.”

“No worries, thanks Jungwoo.”

Jungwoo had only just made it back to his desk where Xiaojun was waiting with a fresh cup of coffee when Doyoung flung Kun’s office door open, bypassing the now sheepish looking Jungwoo and closely followed by an exasperated looking Taeyong.

“For the last time, Taeyong, no! It’s not happening! I work alone, alone ! Do I need to spell it out for you? It’s a five-letter word, of which the meaning is to be by oneself, or shall we take the definition from the Oxford Dictionary where they define alone to be: one, without any other people or two, without the help of other people or things.” Doyoung took a second to catch his breath in between sentences, “I don’t need someone looking out for me, I look out for me. I’m the quartermaster, I head up our entire technology department.”

He jabbed a finger in Taeyong’s direction, “I’m regarded as one of the best amongst all the branches of NCT. Yes, I hacked my profile again to look. You really should get someone to make it less easy—oh wait, you can’t because I’m the only one who can because it’s my job. I am not some newbie field agent who doesn’t know how to reload a handgun in less than ten seconds. You made me go through the training just like everyone else, I can tell you that I did not engage in hand to hand combat on a daily basis with Lucas for shits and giggles. No one trains with Lucas for fun aside from Renjun but its Renjun. That kid scares me, he may be pint-sized but if Ten has taught me anything, the short ones can bite and they usually have high pain thresholds but not-so high patience and I’m not ready to die just yet. Honestly, I’m getting a tad concerned at the number of people we employ that appear very cute but just happen to be capable of snapping your neck or blowing your head off.”

“Are you done yet?” Taeyong sighed, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. He was fully aware that Doyoung wasn’t actually angry, he wasn’t death glaring either Taeyong or Kun, and aside from the coffee table no major damage had been caused. It was typical Doyoung, whine until someone gives in.

“No. No, I am not finished. Thank you, Taeyong.”

“Oh my, please continue, Doyoung. Everyone here wants to hear your pathetic complaints.” Ten’s trademark sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Oh Ten, don’t act like you weren’t whining to Kun about this less than an hour ago.”

“At least I haven’t been bitching to Taeyong for an hour and thrown a fucking chair. You can be so dramatic Doyoungie.”

“Dramatic? Me? Have you met yourself?”

“Both of you, be quiet!” It was rare of Kun to yell at someone, to be angry with them—let alone full-fledged shouting in the confines of his office. “Taeyong, please may you check with Jungwoo on when the new agents will be here? Ten and Doyoung can join the meeting as well if they stop insisting on acting like children . Apparently, they seem to have forgotten that we may all be friends here, but while we’re at work, I am their superior and what I say is final.”

“Sorry to interrupt again Kun, but the new agents are here. Xiaojun is with them in the conference room and asked me to get you as soon as possible. He seems to find them rather intimidating.”

“Right, nevermind Taeyong and thank you Jungwoo, we’ll be right there. You and Xiaojun can feel free to head home. I’ll need just one of you to round up whoever’s still hovering and point them in the direction of the dorms—I don’t want to be interrupted when we give them the tour. Have a nice evening, and I will see you tomorrow.”

“Will do, thank you. I’ll be in for the conference with Japan first thing in the morning. See you then!” With a meek half-smile, he hurried out of the office once again. Jungwoo wasn’t a stranger to the tension of the office, so he knew very well that Kun rarely shouted, and he wasn’t for testing his patience.

“Okay then. Do you two still want to act like toddlers with your whining? Or can we all go and introduce ourselves to the new agents with the manners and respect we would expect to receive from anyone else?”

“Yes, Kun. Sorry, Kun.” They both mumbled simultaneously, standing up and straightening their clothes.

“Ready, Yong?”

“After you.”

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Chapter 4

○Pairing: College!Mark x Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: Renjun. Brief appearances by Johnny & Jeno. ○Genre: fluff & a little angst ○Warnings: X ○Word count: 3,749

→Summary: A new school, no friends, and a boy who unexpectedly runs into you and changes everything.

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You yanked the seat belt, but it stopped mid-way. You tugged and tugged, your fingers slipping down the material, but it still wouldn’t budge. You gave it a last pull, and the metal part came off in your hands. Without missing a beat, Mark grabbed it from your hand, and threw it on the floor like it was a minor inconvenience.

“The car is a work in progress,” he said, putting on his glasses.

“Oh My God, I’m going to die in this car,” you said. “When they scrape my body off the highway, can you tell them I didn’t get into this vehicle voluntarily?”

Mark smiled to himself. You liked seeing him smile, how his face transformed instantly from it’s usual bewildered look. You found yourself smiling a little, too. You went to lean your head on the headrest as a sign that you were admitting defeat when you realized there wasn’t one.

“Mark Lee,” you whispered. “You are incurable.”

“You won’t die,” he said, starting the car. “I’ll take good care of you. Don’t you trust me?”

“No,” you said, flatly. “We should borrow my mom’s car, or better yet, let’s not go at all.”

Mark put his hands on the steering wheel. “Right. We’re going. “

You held onto your knees as he put the car in reverse, inching the car back to get out of the tight space he parked in. It sounded like his car was screaming as it moved, a cry of desperation for Mark to learn how to parallel park better. It took many tries for Mark to get out of the parking spot, and in that time, you flipped through your phone, looking at all of the Instagram posts Renjun had put up since the day before.

“He looks so happy.” you said.

Mark put the car into drive and took off down the street. The metal sound eventually got quieter the faster the car went, but the ride was bumpy.

Renjun never used his Instagram before college. Once, he had called it a waste of millennial space. He used to mock all of the pictures on your own profile, twisting his body into a pretzel to copy your poses and make a point you never quite understood. Post-high school Renjun loved updating social media. You went through his page and looked at the selfies, candids of his friend group, and an array of food pictures. You didn’t know why seeing all of the content made you feel so lonely, but the feeling itched your body until you scratched it with a rusty nail.

“He’s doing what any college boy would do,” Mark said. “Maybe a little dorkier than most.”

Mark looked over at the pictures before putting his eyes back on the road. You thought about asking him if the way you were feeling was normal, but you didn’t know him well enough to make up your mind whether or not you cared about his opinion.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring at me. “

“Can I not look at you?”

“Not with that face.”

You pulled down his visor and looked at your reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at you looked like you, but she didn’t feel like you. Among all of the weird feelings you were having, the sadness that occasionally crept in was front and center. No amount of school, of boys with rings, and weird roommates, could change the fact that, without Renjun, it was hard to cope.

“There isn’t anything wrong with my face.” you said, pushing the visor back up.

The drive was mostly quiet. Mark put on the stereo, but it was broken and he couldn’t change the station. You had to listen to yeehaw music the whole way, it’s staticky tunes making your head feel like it was going to explode.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked.

“Doing what?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Mark sighed. “We’re friends.”

“We are not actually friends.”

“We are not not friends.”

Mark stopped at a red light. In that part of town, college kids roamed about in droves. Some walked with arms linked, the skin on their faces creased with laughter, and the others huddled books to their chest, heads down and hearts up. You couldn’t stop staring at them, wondering how they lived, and if they did, how deeply they were affected by their problems.

“Do you ever wish you had a normal family life?” you asked. “Like the ones you see on television? A perfect mother, a present father, the bratty younger sibling you hate but secretly would never change, the picturesque house in the suburbs, family Christmases, and I suppose, somewhere in the future, a family of your own. You would never know what a lack of love feels like, never know what it’s like to go without something. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“It sounds white,” Mark said. “Also, it doesn’t exist. The family Christmas you’re talking about? Your uncle is on the couch passed out after drinking five beers, your mother is cheating on your father with her Avon catalog, and you? You’re wondering how the other side lives. It’s all the same.”

“That sounds miserable.”

“That’s life.”

Mark pulled into a parking spot and turned the car off. You couldn’t get his words out of your head. They swam around, knocking into the sides of your brain and ricocheting off, settling into every dark place you had.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, again.

Mark grabbed a baseball cap from his back seat and put it on his head. He fluffed the pieces of his hair that were sticking out of the sides. When he wasn’t satisfied, he turned the cap backwards, pulled down the visor to look at himself quickly, and put it back up.

“Honestly?” he asked. “I don’t know. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I was bored and had nothing else to do. And I like being around you.”

“You do?”

“No.” he said.

You rolled your eyes, making sure he could see. He looked at you like he wanted to scold you for it, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead, he took off his glasses and put them in the glove box. He opened his car door and got out, grabbing a backpack and slinging it on his back before he shut the door. When you tried doing the same, you realized there was a child lock on your door. Mark came around to your side and leaned against his car.

“You really should stop doing that,” he said. “It’s not very becoming.”

“I don’t care,” you said. “Let me out.”

“What will you give me if I let you out?”

“I’ll let you keep your life.”

Mark laughed, slapping his knee as he did. “You’re funny.”

You tried the door handle again, but it was still locked. Mark went around to the back door and pointed at the hoodie in the backseat.

“Put that on.” he said.

“I’m not wearing your hoodie.”

“You have to blend in,” he said. “You don’t look like a local.”

You looked down at your clothes. After Mark came to your house, you ran upstairs and got ready, putting on your best dress and slicking your hair back into a neat bun. It was true, you would stick out. Giving up, you reached back and grabbed a plain, forest green hoodie, shrugging it halfway down your body. Mark opened the door and you got out, feeling crabby.

“You look good.” he said.

Mark pulled the rest of the hoodie down your body with one tug, and gave a nod of appreciation. You wanted to ask why a hoodie made a difference, but you didn’t want to hear his spiel on how much smarter he was than you.

“Let’s just go.” you said.

As you made a step forward, a skateboarder flew by, nearly knocking you over. Mark grabbed you in time, pulling you back so you wouldn’t collide. You clutched a hand to your chest. Mark noticed the ring on your finger and swiped his thumb over it.

“Ah, the things we almost die for.” he said.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You ignored him and started walking, hugging your arms around your body. You had never been on Renjun’s campus before, not even to tour it. Everything looked much more expensive than your college, it’s buildings looking like they could devour yours. The air had a permanent smell of fresh cut lawns and fancy perfume. You walked up a few stone paths, reading signs that felt like they were leading you around in a circle.

“We’ll stop and ask someone.” Mark said.

“What if they bust us?” you asked, pulling him by his sleeve. “We’re not supposed to be here.”

“This school has thousands and thousands of kids, and you think they’ll take one look at us and know we go to a less prestigious school?” he asked.

“They will if they see your shitty car.”

“Funny,” he said. “I’ll ask someone.”

Mark tried stopping a group of boys, but one boy hit him with his shoulder and kept walking, and the rest of the group laughed. Every time he tried to stop another person, they practically ran away from him.

“Also,” he said. “My car is not shitty. She’s gotten me through some really rough spots in high school.”

“Maybe it’s the stench coming from you then.” you said.

“You’re seriously so mean to me.”

“Am not.”

Mark opened his mouth to argue, but a boy interrupted him. He was taller than you both by a good five inches, and the air he gave off was very authoritative. He reminded you of a scary professor, but he was much too young to be anything but a student. Mark, without thinking twice, grabbed your hand and held it. You tried worming your way out of his grip, but he crushed your fingers with his.

“Hello.” Mark said.

“Hi, friend,” the boy said. “Are you lost? Do you attend this school?”

“I do,” Mark said. “We do. Do you go here?”

“You do?” you asked, Mark.

“I do,” Mark said. “We do. Do do.”

“Okay,” the boy said. “I’m going to pretend I know what any of that means. Anyway, my name is Johnny Seo. I’m in my last year here, and I’m kind of a big deal. You may have heard of me.”

“No, sorry.” you said.

Johnny continued, “ I help freshmen find their life path, here at this establishment. Are you interested in finding your life path?”

“No, thank you,” you said, smiling sweetly. “We have somewhere to be, a different path.”

“Which is?” Johnny asked.

“Yes,” Mark said. “I would also like to know what path.”

You swung your arm forward to show Johnny your hand that was glued to Mark’s. Both Johnny and Mark were puzzled and trying to decipher what you meant.

“We’re going to suck each other's face off,” you said. “Because we’re dating. This is what boyfriend and girlfriend do, they hold hands and they suck face.”

“Suck face?” Mark asked. “What are you, from the 90′s?”

“Maybe.”

Mark rolled his eyes, which made you point dramatically at him. He let go of your hand and threw his arm around Johnny.

“We’re actually going to study,” Mark said. “Education is important to us, you see. Our life path is learning, Johnny. You may have heard of it.”

“Studying,” Johnny said. “Right. My program offers a great place for studying that makes everything stress free. If you just follow me, I can show you.”

“We have to go,” Mark said, removing his arm. “We have to go suck face.”

“What?” you asked.

Mark took your arm and started pulling you backwards. Johnny looked from him to you, his eyes narrowing when he locked eyes with you. Mark kept pulling until you started moving, and then you both broke out into a run, clearing a lot of distance between you and Johnny. Mark led you around another corner that brought you to a small building with darkened windows.

“He was suspicious.” Mark said.

“How? “

“I think it’s because of your hoodie.” Mark said.

You playfully pushed Mark. The laugh that escaped from his mouth made you feel a pang in your chest that passed as quickly as it had come. He leaned against a brick wall to catch his breath. You looked back around the corner to see Johnny trying to get other students on his life path.

“I’m not sure his life path didn’t include drugs.” Mark said.

“Likely,” you said. “But he might have been legit. Renjun told me that everyone where he lives is really normal.”

“And he lives where? How do you not know where he lives?” Mark asked. “He’s your best friend.”

“We never talked about it.”

“What do you talk about?”

You tried searching your brain for what you talked about over the phone, but you couldn’t come up with anything substantial. You figured he would have told you once or twice where exactly he lived, but Renjun mostly kept quiet when you talked. You always assumed it was because he wanted to get back to his friends instead of talking to you on a Saturday night.

“We always just talk about me.” you said.

“Interesting.”

“Why is that interesting?”

“Are you really that oblivious?” he asked. “Forget I said anything.”

You walked back to Mark and put your hands on your hips. You tried to seem threatening, like you would beat it out of him if he didn’t tell you, but your bravado faded as soon as he smiled.

“I can take it,” you said. “Tell me.”

“Fine. You only talk about yourself, “ he said. “I don’t mean to call you out, but it’s what I’ve noticed.”

“That’s not true.”

“You’re quick to defend yourself,” he said. “But you know I’m right. You don’t know where your best friend lives because all you talk about are your problems. Think about it. You inserted yourself into my life because of something you had a problem with. That doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

“That’s not-”

“-What do you know about me then?”

“You live with your parents.”

“And?”

“You drive.”

“You’re getting colder,” he said.

You looked down at the ground in shame. Hearing something truthful about yourself always hurts, especially when it comes from people you barely know. If they can see your flaws so easily, what else can the people who know you see, and better yet, why did they still stick around? Is that why your dad left? He saw the real you and figured out how much he didn’t need you in his life. You had a lot of deep-rooted issues you had yet to solve, and although you weren’t fully aware of what Mark said, he was right. Ever since you can remember, you’ve been so focused on yourself and losing who that person is, you’ve neglected everyone else.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

“You don’t have to apologize to me.”

“But I want to.”

“I didn’t mean for this to be…” he said. “I have issues too, okay. I live with my parents because I’m terrified of being on my own. I wrote my ex that letter that day because I didn’t want to face my own self. It’s a hard world out there, and we’re all just trying our best.”

You leaned against the wall with Mark. Your shoulder touched his, but there wasn’t anything intimate about it. He felt comfortable, safe.The two of you stayed like that for a little while until Mark peeled himself from the brick and held out his hand.

“Let’s go find him.” he said.

“He won’t want to see me.”

“We’re not doing the pity thing,” he said. “Let’s get it.”

When you didn’t immediately take his hand, Mark waved it about impatiently. You rolled your eyes, which you know he hated, and walked on without him. He followed behind, keeping his distance as you looked around at all of the buildings. You stopped someone for directions on your own. His name was Jeno, and he was very accommodating. He walked both you and Mark to the student dorms, which were massive buildings that felt more like a maze than living spaces.

‘“Thank you,” you told Jeno. When he left, you turned to Mark. “We’ll never find him in this place.”

“Maybe we can just call his name three times and he’ll poke his head out of one of these windows.” Mark said.

You sighed. “Nothing is ever easy, is it.”

“Wouldn’t be fun if it were,” Mark said. “Come on, we’ll just walk the floors until we find him, ask around, and maybe we’ll find him quicker than we think. You said he’s pretty popular, right?”

“He said he made a lot of friends.”

“Great,” Mark said. “Nothing better than two losers walking into a den of lions.”

You started walking forward and remembered that you had a phone in your pocket. Mark slapped his forehead and told you that you should have just texted him from the start.

You: Renjun, what floor do you live on?

Renjun: What? Why?

You: Don’t worry about it. Tell me what floor you live on.

Renjun: You’re not here, are you?

You: I’m home.

You: Junie, Are you there?

Renjun: Why do you need to know?

You: Why are you being so secretive?

Renjun: I’m not, liar.

You: Please, just tell me.

Renjun: No. Why don’t you tell me about the boy you’ve been hanging around with first.

You: Me? A boy? Renjun, I’m offended.

Renjun: I called your house. Your mom told me a boy came to pick you up. She said his name was Mark.

Renjun: Is Mark your new best friend?

Renjun: Is he handsome?

Renjun: Your mother likes him. I don’t know how I feel about that.

You showed the conversation to Mark. Mark squinted since he wasn’t wearing his glasses. He read to the very last text, and then looked back up at you.

“Are you going to answer him?” he asked.

“No,” you said. “This was supposed to be a surprise.”

“No, I mean, about if I’m handsome.”

You snatched the phone from Mark’s hand and looked back at the messages. It was normal for Renjun to question any new people in your life. You hadn’t mentioned Mark before, and like Mark had brought to your attention, all you ever did was talk about yourself.

You: He’s the ugliest boy I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

You: He stinks, too.

You: And he’s Canadian.

You made sure Mark saw what you wrote before you turned off your phone and put it back into your pocket. He didn’t give you a witty remark, just fixed the hat on his head and bent the brim a little.

“How did you know I’m Canadian?” he asked.

“Your notebook,” you said. “Mark Lee, contrary to belief, I know you better than you think I do.”

“Fuck, I forgot about that,” Mark said. “Not only are you selfish, but you’re nosy. I forgot to include that important point.”

“How can I be selfish and so concerned with others at the same time?” you asked. “Doesn’t that cancel each other out.”

“You’re an interesting person.”

“Glad you think so.”

“No, “ he said. “That isn’t what I meant.”

You entered the building. Mark kept talking and trailing behind you, his words spiraling out of control. You ignored him, looking at the nameplate on the doors you passed. Some of them were decorated with foam letters, the crooked names looking more like the door for a Kindergarten classroom that a dorm. Others had been tagged with permanent markers, with red solo cups taped to the wood. It was a male dorm, and it smelled just like it.

“I feel like I’m not supposed to be here.” you said.

“And you think you’re the first girl that’s walked through these halls?”

“I don’t want to think about it at all.”

The halls were mostly clear except for a few boys passing through, shower caddies or textbooks in their hands. No one looked at either of you as they walked by. It was as if the two of you didn’t exist, which was much different from the way Renjun had painted the people at his school to be. Over phone calls, he mentioned how everyone was friendly, and how the environment was welcoming, even introverts like him felt accepted.

“Elevator,” Mark said. His hand shot out, holding the big doors so they wouldn’t close. The muscles and veins in his arms popped out, giving you a full display of how built Mark really was. “What are you waiting for? Get in.”

You walked into the elevator. Mark slipped in, going immediately to the railing to hold on. You watched as his knuckles gripped the bar until they were white. He scrunched his face and closed his eyes. You hit the button for floor number 2, not tearing your eyes away from him.

“Are you okay, Mark?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

The elevator doors should have opened at 2, but they stayed closed. You realized that you had hit floor 12, instead. When Mark opened his eyes for a split second and noticed your blunder, he winced.

“I need you to do me a favor,” he said. “One favor. An exchange, really.”

“Okay. What is it?”

“I need you to hold me.”

“You need me to do what now?”

“Hold me,” he said. “ Please, hold me.”

You rushed Mark and took him in your arms. He leaned his forehead against your shoulder, tucking his face into your neck. You held him around his middle, your hands pressed against his back. His arms snaked around your body and pulled you tighter to him. You had never been that close to a boy in your life except for Renjun, but definitely never so close that you could feel every bit of his body against yours.

“Are you going to be okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I have childhood trauma from elevators.”

“Why did we get into one?” you asked. “I would have taken the stairs.”

“I did it for you.” he said.

You closed your eyes and buried your own face into Mark’s neck. As the elevator made it to floor 12, the doors opened, revealing Renjun.

“What the fuck?” Renjun said.

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