#university jaemin

[neowonderland]

Suffocating || n.jm

First part of: The Friends of Lee Jeno Summary: Jaemin is the prized student in the university, everyone adores him. But, behind closed doors he's a bit different. Pairings: Univeristy! Jaemin x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, noncon to dubcon, dark content, bullying, coercion(?), university au Wc: 1.5k

Dark Content, Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Everyone knows about Na Jaemin. 

Jaemin’s sweet. He’s all smiles and sugar coated words as he charms his way into the hearts of everyone on campus. It’s no wonder that his pretty face, paired with his honeyed tongue has turned him into a campus celebrity. It’s common to see people join the organizations, clubs and classes Jaemin is in just because he’s in them. When he shows up to club events, especially volunteering, it’s common to see spectators unaffiliated with the club come just to watch Jaemin.

Jaemin isn’t just a pretty face and it shows with his 4.0 GPA and his awards at dance competitions. He excels at everything he does and isn’t afraid to put in the effort to achieve what he wants. When asked about how he excels so much, he thanks all his adoring fans. Stating that he owes everything to them, he’s thankful for the support and opportunities he’s been given.

And it’s somewhat true that he’s sweet, at least Jaemin is like that with other people. It’s just that behind closed doors when he’s with Lee Jeno, he’s different. He’s less syrupy sweet, more blunt, more serious, sometimes even more quiet, but he’s always sure to revert back to his persona whenever he needs something from others in the group. Jaemin’s doe eyes, wide smile and words always guarantees him what he wants.

You’re wary of him, scared of Jaemin and how easily he’s able to get the things he wants, so you try to avoid him, hiding in your room, whenever he comes over to you and your roommate Jeno’s shared apartment. But Jaemin never seems to take the hint that you want some space from him and it shows in the way he treats you.

Jaemin isn’t shy about showing his affection for you in front of his and Jeno’s friends. It’s not uncommon for you to be seated between Jaemin’s thighs on the couch when ‘the Dreamies’ are over. Jaemin’s arms wrapped tight around your body, groping at flesh as he bends down to nuzzle his head in your neck, pecking your neck and the top of your head. It’s uncomfortable when he does this, you can feel stares, especially Haechan, burning holes into you as Jaemin dotes on you. You always avoid eye contact with 'the Dreamies' and try to fight the red creeping onto your cheeks, sometimes squirming in Jaemin’s hold, whispering quietly for him to let you go, only for him to whine and tighten his hold on you.

Ignoring him is futile though, always hearing Jaemin whine through your door when he doesn’t see you in the apartment when he visits Jeno, demanding to see you, even threatening to drag you out himself if you don’t come out yourself. Jeno can only sigh as he relents, knocking against your door or sending you a text to come out for Jaemin. 

Jaemin is no stranger to forcing you into his arms when he doesn't want to, hand wrapped tightly around your wrist as he pulls you out of your room and into his lap. You fight the discomfort as you feel his warm hands roaming under your shirt, squeezing and prodding at your flesh and skin, squishing your cheeks, cooing at your full cheeks and calling you so "sweet and cute". Gushing over how “nice you feel”, how “soft” you are. 

You’ve never been the best at setting boundaries, too used to being walked on and treated as a doormat, and Jaemin is no exception.

Jaemin is suffocating, crushing you in his affection and hold, uncaring for your protests and boundaries. You dread whenever he comes over, but there's nothing you can do. You've tried your best to prevent Jaemin from coming, begging Jeno to talk to Jaemin. Jeno only responds with a shake of a head, stating that that’s just how Jaemin is, how stubborn he is and that you’re better off just complying with him.

You're feeling especially sensitive today after you hadn’t scored as high on a midterm as you wanted to, words floating in the back of your mind about how useless and stupid you are.

You’re seated between Jaemin’s thighs again on the couch as ‘the Dreamies’ converse around you. It’s become a normal occurrence now, but it never stops the stares from ‘the Dreamies’, at least not from Haechan. Haechan, the one with the body count triple his age. Haechan, the only one who actively shames you and makes rude, out of pocket comments regarding you. Haechan, the only one who acted like you were inconveniencing him by just existing.

That’s why it hurts especially when Haechan makes a regularly scheduled comment about your appearance, calling you “Jaemin’s useless lap toy” among other things. You can’t take it anymore as you begin silently, breaking free from Jaemin’s unnaturally gentle grip as you excuse yourself in a shaky tone. You miss the stares at you and Jaemin as you rush to your room, Jaemin rushing to get up from his spot on the couch and follow you into your room.

You’re overwhelmed, tears blurring your vision, as you blubber in the safety of your room to Jaemin about just how mean Haechan is. How awful he is when he sees you. How you wish you weren’t ever roommates with Jeno because that meant you had to deal with Haechan and his comments everytime he comes over. Jaemin can only pretend that he’s listening to you while nodding, mind telling him to just take what he wants.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay.” Jaemin shushes you, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “Let me help you. Let me make you feel better.”

You miss the way his eyes gleam, the way he licks his lips and his expression of pure hunger as he stares at you, eyes focused on the tears rolling down your face and your puffy, red eyes. 

You shakily nod your head, confused at what Jaemin means and thinking that he only means to comfort you with his words. But that idea of comfort fades when Jaemin drags you back into his lap and kisses you, one hand coming to the back of your head to hold you there while the one on your face forcing you to pout your lips to receive him. You immediately recoil, fighting against his hold until Jaemin’s hand on the back of your head slides down to the back of your neck, giving it a firm warning squeeze, before going back up. It doesn’t take much to understand his warning as you stop resisting, more of your tears slipping down Jaemin’s fingers. 

You feel gross as Jaemin works you open on his experienced fingers in his lap, your cheeks tinged red in embarrassment and guilt as you bite your lips to muffle the noises Jaemin is able to pull out of you from his fingers alone. Jaemin’s arm is wrapped tightly against your waist, pulling you flush against his chest while his mouth latches onto your neck, alternating between harsh sucks onto your skin and gentle kisses to soothe the red splotches starting to form. 

You’re not sure when it starts to feel good, the burning stretching turning into pleasure as Jaemin skillfully hits that pleasurable spot within you again and again, your brain slowly turning hazy as Jaemin gives you orgasm over orgasm. It doesn’t seem to care when you begin to fall slack in his arms, watery eyes now glazed over as you forget about Haechan and focus on the pleasure Jaemin gives to you instead. 

“You’re so soft, so cute and so inexperienced. You’re too sweet, way too nice.” Jaemin mumbles into your neck. “You’re all mine, right? You can only be mine.”

You can only nod dumbly at Jaemin’s question, words not fully processing in your mind. What Jaemin says now becomes background ambiance to your soft moans and pants as you become pliant in Jaemin’s arms. 

It’s not until you hit your 4th orgasm that Jaemin lays you down on your bed on your back, head propped up on your own pillows. Jaemin quickly tugs down his pants and frees his length as he sits himself on his knees between your legs. You look towards the ceiling as you hear Jaemin moan as he tugs at himself, not taking long for him to coat your stomach with his cum. You don’t fully feel him run his fingers over your stomach, collecting his cum.

“Say ah,” Jaemin says playfully, tapping your lips with his cum covered fingers. “Open-wide.”

You blink at him, confused before opening your mouth and attempting to wrap your lips around his fingers, your tongue lapping sloppily at his fingers as drool begins to leak from the corner of your mouth. You can hear Jaemin sharply inhale as you begin to drool on his fingers, hearing him mumble a “next time” before wiping his fingers on your cheek. 

Jaemin smooths back his hair and crawls next to your side, using your blanket to cover the two of you. He lets out a satisfied hum as he wraps his body around you, clinging to you and placing a kiss on your cheek. It’s comfortable, almost intimate like this, and Jaemin thanks Haechan in his mind for finally giving you the push to be his.

Next part: Mean || l.hc

[technologyculturedneo]

THE DREAM ESCAPE Masterlist.

The Dreamer (P)  'a plot for those who seek to find…a way to leave their world behind. '

"One choice can transform you. What Makes You Different, Makes You Dangerous."

Synopsis. Sets of ruling oneshot longshots taken from each members perspective and observed through the lenses of the reader as Y/n.

Genre. Angst. Dark romance. Mind programming.

Dream()scape. Jeno is deposited in a community of boys after his memory is erased. He finds himself not only drawn but also attracted to you and he doesn't know why. Soon learning they are all trapped in a maze that nobody wants to escape- he joins forces with you in order to escape. Read here

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The smoothies. You find yourself immersed in an all type killing game, whereby your every move starts to become manipulated by your will to live. Within the game you're most cautious of who to trust. It doesn't help that this may be your last time to live and... to fall in love . Read here

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Box. The community you live in is a perfect dystopia with citizens not given any freedom or choice. Without choice, the Neorists Elders of society believe they can prevent negative elements, such as war. You're assigned to the Dreamer Na Jaemin with the aim of being the next Dreamer. However when presented with freedom, choices and a world of wonder, you begin to fall into the unknown of a word known as 'love'. Read here

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Carat cake. Broken, damaged and scarred from all his 'lies', Renjun comes to seek help at a therapy session with you. The session leaves you puzzled and confused as you begin to think of Renjun's lies are actually truths. Are you his 'lost' 'forgetten' lover? Your relationship with Jeno gets rocky the more you think of Renjun. Read here.

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icantfeelanything. Your whole world comes to an end when your knocked over by a car and are proclaimed dead. Yet you wake up in a different space, your boyfriend, Donghyuck’s mind. You are met with a furious ‘Memory Keeper’ Mr Zhong who tries to force you out. You’re reluctant to leave simply because he wants Donghyuck to move on from losing you. However, that is something you refuse to do as long as you're in his mind. Read here

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Breathing. In 2035 a technophobic cop Haechan investigates a crime that may have been perpetrated by a robot, MARK 1.0 XTJE which leads to a larger threat to humanity. As you're in charge of the robot your prey instinctively on the cop making sure he doesn't hurt MARK 1.0 XTJE the robot. However MARK 1.0 XTJE the robot has 'strategies' Whereby he keeps you all to himself. Read here

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Unknown. An elite unit of fierce police officers and the states most successful bank robbery crew clash– as the outlaws plan a seemingly impossible heist on a national reserved bank; neo technology cultured bank. The only problem is that Jisung works at the bank and has taken a liking to you. But your boyfriend is the leader of that successful robbery crew. Read here

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STATUS BAR: 5/7 (Half way)

Not the album being an unbothered absolute piece of pleasure 💅🏼

Stories inspired by: Maze Runner, The Giver, Battle Royal, The Mask, Baby.

[y-ves]

⠀⠀. (>。<)　　 parallel　　 🌟　 　⁺　　 ✧

🪐 　∿ universe ₊˚

by @y-ves

ENTER : universe #1

   ⊹    ⠀(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)     intro

this event is a thank you for 2k fllws 💌 I am incredibly grateful for everything :)

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ENTER : universe #2

   ⊹    ⠀(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)     abt

in this event ! i want you to reimagine what idols would be like if they were in different groups ! how taeyeon would have been in red velvet , how mark lee in monstax ~ you get the idea !

the catch is , you only get to imagine mingyu and jaemin ( and maybe my other bg ults )

k girl blogs , if you are strictly a girls only blog and have something against male idols for some reason please mention it so that i can give you a female idol . do keep in mind that I will give 100% preference bg moodboards only

ENTER : universe #3

   ⊹    ⠀(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)     how 2 play

send an ask to @yujinszn with your fav kpop song !

i will assign you either mingyu/jaemin or a bg idol and a release by a kpop group

eg : if u get ( mingyu & peak a boo by red velvet ) then you have to make a moodboard imagining how mingyu would have been in that era !

so basically , how an idol would have been in a different groups era :)

ENTER : universe #4

   ⊹    ⠀(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)     things to remember

reblog this post and tag 5 mb accs

must tag me in moodboard

use : #parallel!universe

deadline is 8th Nov !

ENTER : universe #5

   ⊹    ⠀(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)     bonus points ?

if you use song lyrics in locs ( + 2 )

you edit your own gifs ( + 8 )

you edit your own icons ( + 8 )

you use your own dividers OR locs ( + 2 )

this is to promote originality ! whatever criteria you meet , please mention in comments of YOUR mb

example : jaemin in maverick by the boyz

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EXIT : universe #227

   ⊹    ⠀(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)     outro

incase anything is too difficult please let me know and I'll allow some changes for you ! 🌟 thank you so much again :) i hope you enjoy this event 💟

[castleofclouds]

₊ ⊹ In Between Time And Space. ₊ ⊹

Jaemin One-shot × Reader (yn)

Genre : Sci-fi, Thriller, Angst

Disclaimer : Fiction, (some of it) cursing, and probably typos and grammar errors, mention of death. Story are by © castleofclouds, do not copy or repost without watermark!

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Do you believe in another universe? Reality that you never knew existed, how world were not as 1 dimensional as you think it is, where the world have different kind of perspective that you never know could existed.

In a world full of lies and manipulation, you never believed in magic before, well that was until you see today's date you sure. World's are one big mystery that even detective can never solve, like a puzzle were every pieces have different shapes that you think could match, but there's always that one piece that you can never fit in the last moment.

30 November 2028.

You were on your way home, you cursed Mark, your coworker at works to ask you to join at the works dinner meeting, like you already hated the people inside enough that he had to brought you there with those fools smile of him, Mark isn't a bad guy, he is just too clueless to see how everyone are different and couldn't understand other people minds.

Some of us are just a haters at one point, you mumbled to yourself alone.

Tonight was oddly windy, it's not usual to be this windy today? well.. what do you expect? It's autumn, of course the wind are going to messed your perfectly brushed and styled hair, and runs shivers down your scarfs and everything.

You never usually going home this way, tonight you had different ideas instead, you want to take a walk, and you at least need those air to keep you sober at night, moon are at the fullest tonight, you never see it that big before or today is a full moon?

You never really paid attention too much, you felt like you were the only person that walk in a very slow pace than the other, everybody seems to walk in a rusher demeanor, you were enjoying your quiet night until you saw the old telephone box near the park, it's broken, the phone can't dialed even after you put your coin inside, you stared at it for a solid five minutes before continuing your walks, but something catches your attention suddenly.

At the corner or your eyes, you heard a ringing.

Ring.. Ring.. Ring..

You had your phone turned off, and nobody was at the park this late at night, then which telephone was that? It gets louder and louder each second, you turned back to see the old telephone inside the box were ringing like crazy.

How can it rings? Nobody ever using that telephone for such a long time now, so how does it making the noises? You gulped down your saliva, something about broken things that suddenly works are terrifying more than seeing a ghost in front of your face right at this moment.

You went closer, the noises start to become more clearer, the phone were buzzing like crazy, the green telephone were shaking, you pick it up and put it close to your ears, ready for whatever ghost or crazy monster that are going to eat you out right at this moment, you pick your chances and mouthed “Hello?”

For a while, there's no voices, you start to wonder if it's just an error, or something with the telephone, until you heard a sound of breath.

Kill me, you cursed yourself again.

“Hello?” You asked again, the guy on the telephone finally answered. “Hello? Is somebody there?” It's a male, an adult male. You knew from his raspy voice.

“Yes.. It is..” You don't want to spoil your name for a random stranger so you just said whatever name that came into your head, “Cherry is here.” You lied, the guy were silent, before he break out a soft chuckle, “Oh.. Hi! I'm Jaemin, Jaemin Na.” The guys seems genuine, so you feel bad for lying.

“Before you said it, I knew you were lying.” He said from across the line, how did he know?

“How do you know?” You asked curiously but afraid at the same time, what if this guy is a murderer? Or a stalker? A pervert? You don't want to try your luck on that shit, “You just sounded like someone who just tell lies?” He added.

“Fine, I could only tell you my nickname, Yn. So.. Jaemin, how can you do that? Calling from a broken telephone box machine? Are you a hacker or something?” You continue again with your curiosity, if curiosity kills a cat you already dead by now, but you rather dead satisfied than alive but curious.

“First of all, can I ask you a simple question?” He said after some pauses, you nodded and hummed, “What dates is there right now?” He finally asked, you frown why does he needs to ask for a dates? He can just look it up on his phone or something.

“it's 30 of November, 2028.” You explained, he went quiet again, “So it's actually true?” He seems to be asking himself rather than you, but you respond anyway, “What is true?”

“That there are another world besides mine.” He explained, it only causes you to questioning him more, is this guy okay?

“I'm totally normal don't worry, oh and yeah, you probably wonder why I asked you that, do you believe in another universe?” he asked again, you tilted your head, “Those things they said on movies?” You claimed, he laugh.

“Yes, i always believed that its real, and now here you are, talking to me, from different reality of mine.” He declared, you almost didn't believe this guy, the way he talks seems like a lunatic, or is he?

“Can you stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you meant?” You commented, “I will ask you something first, what dates do you think right now in my calendar?” He asked, you didn't even think and answer, “I don't know, but 1 December or same as mine? 30 November?” You answered.

“it's in between.” Now he just makes more riddles, what does he mean by in between? “There's nothing in between, it's either 30 November or 1 December.” You affirmed, he chuckled from the other line, “It's 31 November here.” he finally answered, you never look at your phone faster than a light.

The last time you know, there's no such thing as 31 November, there's no 31 in this month. So how does he?

“How about I give you some advice, bring umbrella tomorrow morning, and don't go to work with bus that you usually take, take a cab.” And with that he closed the call, you wanted to asked more by what he meant by that, but the line couldn't even reach as if the phone could never worked, but how can he even make a call if the phone couldn't even pick up any number or even dialing? Then.. Who is this Jaemin guy??

1 December 2028.

You woke up next morning, with a frown on your head, it feels surreal what happened last night, like you were in some sort of science experiments and you are some kind of audience watching the circus begun, how does it even make any sense?

You remember knocking the telephone box twice before went back home last night, you just want to make sure if you are actually hallucinating because you were tipsy or something?

You almost went out when you remember what the guy said last night, an umbrella? Why does you need one? The skies were crystal clear, sun are raising and it's very bright for it to rained, and what about busses? You sighed, you know it's just some random dude advice but you couldn't help but to believe it anyway.

You put your umbrella insides you bag, and go out to take the cab, as soon as you sit inside the cab it's pouring rain, how does that happen? You decide to put your earphones on until you finally reach your workplace, tip the driver and went inside using your umbrella to cover you from the rain.

Mark were worried he quickly grabbed into you as soon as he sees you, “Thank God you are okay.” He was sobbing like never before, his tears were running down wildly down his face.

What the hell is happening? “What's wrong?” you asked, Mark showed you a news on his phone, as you read it inside your mind you gasped.

Bus 34 with Destination Nashville and Rosewood Street, today just had an accident, the policeman on the place stated due to the storming rain, the road get too slippery and the bus crashed into a tree near the Dione Park, nobody were save in the crashed since the bus were burned after the crashed happen.

It feels like you want to throw up, how can this happen? You felt shiver down your arms and legs, thankfully you listen to that guy advice, but.. It feels like something is still lingering down your throat, you have to talk to that guy, tonight.

You don't know how, but you have to talk with him.

You took the same road as you did that night, you waited in front of the telephone box, moving back and forth waiting impatiently, after 20 minutes of no calls you decided to leave, but the phone starts to ring again, you quickly pick it up, “Hello? Is this Jaemin?” You shouted, the guy on the other phone laughed, “You want me or something?” Jaemin chuckled, you rolled your eyes.

“Tell me, who are you? What are you doing? And how can you predicted what's going to happen today?” You asked hurriedly, without any interest to entertain him, you could feel he smiled, “I just know?” He answered shortly.

“Tell me, honestly, what are you? Who are you? And why do you say it's 31 November there?” You asked again, with serious tone, he sighs, his eyes were flared with reasons, you could feel that, you don't know the man face but there's somehow something familiar with his voices.

“I told you before, I'm not from your world, your reality and mine are different, I'm from a country you never heard before, but I knew you. I saw you, plenty of times.” He answered seriously, it's hard to tell if he is lying or he is just being a mad man.

“How can you saw me, if I'm not even from your world?” you waited patiently, as he take a breath, “I saw you die 5 times, in different timelines.” he finally give you answers, and it's not something you can handle, to be flabbergasted is something predictable.

“How.. How can I die 5 times, in different timeline? What is happening, this is..” you stuttered, this is too much for your weak brain and heart.

“Let's just say, the world I live in, is different than your world, in this world, we have 35 days for each month, and to how I see you, I always imagined how you died, I dreamed about you.” you clicked your tongue in interest, how can he dreamed about you? “What do you mean you dreamed about me?” he went silent, “I shouldn't have told you this because this will mess up with your life in your universe, and in each different timelines it will mess up and make a butterfly effect, but I can't help but sympathize, in every timeline, you died. In 5 different ways from 31 to 35.” he tried to explain, your head feel like it wants to burst open, you died? 5 times at that? And what is 31 to 35 dates? There's no such things?

“I can't tell you much, don't wear high heels tomorrow, that's all I can tell you.” you wanted to asked more questions, but suddenly he hung up the call, and you sighed, what's just happened?

For the next 2 to 4 December, you always make sure to go the same road, listen to Jaemin, advice such as today you didn't wear a high heels and it helps you because apparently you were almost run over by somebody because your shoes could stuck on this sewer blockage while you were on random walk to your office, and on the 3rd you do the same, you didn't drink the lemonade that you often drink at your favorite family restaurant, turns out the lemonade somehow causing food poisoning and some people died, and you couldn't believe on the 4th December you almost got robbed thankfully you follow Jaemin instruction to change your usual road you take after going from your favorite ice cream place near your office.

It's the last day, you waited for his phone calls, 30 minutes later no sign of the man, and you started to worried, what if tomorrow what you have been terrified about could happen? You don't want to die yet, you have many things in life you needed to do and enjoy, you pray for his calls, until someone knocked on the telephone box, “Hello Miss?” A man, almost the same age as you with his black hair and tall figures catches you by suprise.

“Can I use the telephone box?” He asked, you look at the phone, “Oh I'm sorry, but this thing is broken.” you reasoned, he raised his eyebrows, “Then why are you using it?” he asked, you think for yourself, and sigh to give a space to the man and almost wanted to go, when he stopped you, “Don't wear red tomorrow.” he whispers faintly but you can hear it, you flipped your head back, you know that voice, you recognize it, but the man were already gone.

It took time before it finally get to your head, that man was Jaemin, you tried to look around but no sign of him there, but you see some coins on top of the telephone box, it's a weird coins, you never see this currency before, it's something from other world.

5 December 2028

You followed his advice, and you saved again, there's a storm and apparently some people get electrocuted by being under the tree, and weirdly only people who wear red that gets it, you didn't, you feel like you owed this Jaemin guy a thank you, he save you plenty of time, that evening you went back to the telephone box, and waiting for his calls, but he didn't call back, you waited for almost an hour but there's none, and then you remember about the coins that the guy from the night before left, you used it, you didn't know what is the number so you just put some random number, until you remember when he tells you about something In between, so you put 31 to 35 on the telephone and it ring.

You waited, waited, until the guy from the other line pick it up, “Hey, how's your life been going?” it's that same guy, the same guy that saved you plenty of times, the voice that somehow make you feels comfort, even though you never know this person personally, somehow Jaemin feels so familiar, like some kind of people that you have a lingering feeling for, like you had a bond that you never know you could have with a stranger.

“Life, is better Jaemin. Thanks for all the advice.” you thanking him, he deserves that much, you could heard him chuckled, “I guess this is our goodbye, because you didn't need me anymore, and I have done my deeds, I wish you a long life Yn.” He said that, you suddenly felt sad, like your tears just dropped, you never knew you could so attached for a man that you never know before?

“Is it the last time we talk? Then, we can't talk to each other ever again? I could never heard from you again?” you asked, he silenced, “In every meeting, there's an end to it Yn, I would love to know you personally, meet or even talk to you through eyes to eyes, you seems like someone I can spend days talk to, I'm in the middle of trying here Yn, my world now is collapsing, I'm messing too much with time and space, now the reality between me are shattered.” that worries you, “Wait what do you mean by that Jaemin?” Jaemin giggles from the other line.

“In every universe what's meant to meet, will find its way, like how I met you through different time and spaces, because I was gambling with life Yn, and I win, but the downside of it, is that I will lost myself in it..” He exclaims, you shocked.

All this time he was trying to save you, from all the disaster come to your way, he get close to his own chaos?

“Then what can I help? I should at least save you from the chaos you are experiencing now??” you felt troubled, something inside you tell you, you should help but your mind just couldn't make out any solution, “It's okay, it's me who started it, then it has to be me to end it, if one day the world start to become kinder, maybe you and I could meet, in moment where time and space allowed it, I will find you, and I hope you can recognize my voice again when the time comes.” and with that the telephone ended abruptly, you quickly put more and more coins into the telephone but it's no help, you can't reach him.

14 January 2029.

It's snowing today, very subtle and beautiful, it's one of this days where you missed Jaemin, you never really take times to see him clearly, it's been weeks since the last time you guys talks, you wondered how his life now? and what kind of gamble that he did with life that he had to lost himself in between?

Under the lights, you see the telephone box you used to call him, you still had one coin that he gave you back then, you only had one though, curious got the best of you as you put it inside the box, even after putting out the number, it still couldn't reach, you realize maybe it's time to give up..

Until you hear a phone ringing, you look around to see a man with his hair blonde, and a warm sweater he wear.

“I'm sorry miss, can I ask you something?” he asked, you looked at him, “Yes?” his voice were oddly familiar, you thought.

“Do you know what date is it today?” you tilted your head, you look at your digital calendar, “It's 14 of January, why is it?” you asked him again, he smiles, “Nothing I just feel the need to asked you that.” as he laughed.

That's when it clicked, the laugh, the familiar voice, he is..

“Hi yn, how's your life going?”

Marterlist.

A/N

HOW DO WE SAY?? first time in a long time I finally make a one-shot, truth to be told this personally are not fully fictional, because this thing happened to me when I was a kid, there had been this one mystery in my life that I went through that still shocked me till this day, one time when I was a kid in my calendar I believe specifically in October there is a dates 32 to 35, I used to believe that dates 32 to 35 ever existed and actually happened, that was until I was at least teenager when I realized there's never a 32 to 35 in calendar, I even do some research about it, for at least months before I come with a conclusion something was actually messing up with my brain at that time, the thing is I remember that moment vividly, like. It's real, till this day idk if that's just my imagination or what but I still believe in those things. So say what ever you want but I will always believe there is 32 to 35 days in a month in my memories, anyway how do we say, it's the first time I make this kinda story and it's kinda fun and enjoy to make if anybody would love any more one shot just told me on my suggestion box!

[junl4vs]

두 손을 꼭 모은`⋆ 🧿 .₊˚ෆ

for : @y-ves ' #parallel!universe event where i get 2 reimagine jaemin(or mingyu) in an alternate music video !! i hope u like my take on this 🫶🥹 and enjoy the birthday mv aesthetics reimagined but make it blue🤞😋🌷

[kouijas]

★ Tell me what you want! 🍬 U・x・U ♪

♪ U・x・U 💿 Tell me what you need! ☆

@y-ves

[hueningames]

haechan and ryujin¡ "that one gnomio" nct and itzy moodboard!

(Caso use, lembre-se de dar créditos e deixar um like aqui! Por favor!)

[liliansun]

OUR LAST KISS : 14 : breedable and submissive

summary : he was cute, he knew how to poke at her soft spots and he knew what to say to make her laugh, but mal wasn’t like any other girl. she knew his type and she knew they’d never get past messing around in the night and forgetting about it during the day. so why is he always on her mind, even after he left? guess that last kiss he gave left more of an impact on her then he thought it did.

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[haechanhues]

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[127luvr]

Hi it's me AGAIN, can i request a another Jaemin X Male Reader Where both of them attend a Pride parade. so like Jaemin is so excited and so Hype to attend the pride parade and he always hold the readers hand so they both don't lost each other and Jaemin would always take a picture of the reader and the both of them with some drag queens (cuz Jaemin is really into drags).. Then Jaemin and the reader would but some stuff, like little rainbow flags, flower crown, and a couple t shirt.. also Jaemin would Dance everytime their song is played while the reader is recording him and so on..😁😁😁

Rainbow ⏤͟͟͞͞★

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

Jaemin is shining.

His face is adorned with a smile that stretches from ear to ear as he pulls you in every which direction. It’s not a harsh pull—more of a suggestive tug in his direction as he refuses to let go of your hand. You knew he could pull your entire body weight if he wanted but you liked his softer approach. His excitement buzzed off of you—his clammy hand tightening it’s grip on yours as he passed crowds of people just to get to an emptier spot on the lawn.

Jaemin excels in social situations. He is direct and confident even when speaking with strangers—asking if they could take a picture of the two of you in front of one of the many rainbow flags hung up. The two of you even got to take pictures with well known drag queens.

“I watch your videos all the time! It’s only fair that I suggest my music for you to listen to, don’t you think?” Jaemin is practically yelling over the loud music, bantering with the drag queen that stands almost a foot taller than him in her platform shoes. Her friend joins you in a chuckle, her multi-colored eyeshadow glinting in the sun.

They were so beautiful.

“I was thinking about trying to do drag, you know?” Jaemin sits with his elbows behind him, leaning down to try and catch the shade that the trees provide. You watch him from above, sitting with your back straight. “I think it would be a good hobby on the side but it’s so much work, (Y/n/n), what do you think?”

You lean down to look at him, taking in his attractiveness, almost forgetting the question.

“Jaem, I’d support you no matter what you did.” Jaemin sits up, bringing his knees to his chest as he brings a hand up to cover his eyes from the sun. He gives you a quick grin before giving your lips a peck. It’s short. You would’ve missed it had you blinked but it still leaves you frozen. Flushed when he goes to stand and dust any grass he picked up on his denim shorts.

“That’s enough of a break, I want to get matching shirts!”

You don’t know how much you ended up spending on rainbow themed accessories—you were too scared to look. Regardless, you loved seeing the look on Jaemin’s face when you handed him the beaded necklaces—or the flower crowns—or even the fake tattoos that you got just by walking past a few stalls that sat on either side of the street. He put everything on, making sure you wore the matching set with him no matter how ridiculous you might’ve looked. Anything was worth it—to see Jaemin enjoying his free time.

“(Y/n)! Couple shirts!” It was the last thing on his list to get—this time he was quicker in getting his card out than you were. Before you know it you’re wearing the I’m his half of the matching set with big bold rainbow letters—while Jaemin struts in the He’s mine half. “You like it, admit it.”

“I like you.”

It’s a throwaway line, meant to be taken lightheartedly even if you did mean it but Jaemin can’t help but blush at the comment. He continues to hold your hand, leading you to places the two of you had forgotten to explore earlier in the day.

“(Y/n). They’re playing our song.” It’s hard to hear with the constant buzzing that comes from people, but you try anyways. “Please record a video of me dancing so I can send it to the group chat, it would be so funny.” You can’t help but soften your face at Jaemin, the way that he stretches out the word please made it hard to say no to him—even if you already had your phone pulled out to the camera setting. You pay more attention to him rather than what you were recording. Laughing as he did a twirl—pretending to hold the ends of an imaginary skirt.

Once you hand the phone to him to review he frowns.

“You didn’t even record right!” When he points the screen towards you, you can see only his legs in the frame. It’s hard—stifling a laugh when you try and take him serious. “(Y/n).”

“What! I was too busy looking at you. You want me to apologize for looking at you?”

“I wish you’d stop saying things like that in public…” There’s a small pout that forms on his lips and you miss the way his eyes dart from your lips to your beaded necklaces. He brings a hand to tug them, pulling your body towards him so you’re falling into him.

The kiss is long—it reminds you of the first time you kissed Jaemin. Fireworks going off in your head when he turns his head to match how you mold your lips to fit his. You can’t see the way he holds out the camera above the two of you—the wide angle shot causing you to smile into the kiss. It’s a perfect picture. The smile—Jaemin tugging on your necklace with his free hand and the height difference—you know it’s going next on his account.

[nctzzzenn]

[dat-angel]

[retorikagatra]

Kala Karma Menyapa : Karl Madhàve

Pagi yang perlahan membuka selimutnya di kota Bandung, dengan embun yang masih bergantung di dedaunan, seolah-olah menyimpan rahasia alam semesta, meneduhkan hati ribuan orang yang sedang bergejolak. Dingin yang merambat perlahan mengingatkan bahwa hari ini, setiap hari sebelumnya, adalah langkah menuju sesuatu yang belum dimengerti. Namaku, Karl Madhàve—sepintas terdengar janggal dan berat di mulut. Ada sesuatu yang kontras antara bunyi nama itu dengan realitas yang kujalani. Karl Madhàve, nama yang seolah tersesat di antara deretan nama-nama yang lebih akrab di telinga nusantara, tak seperti nama-nama lokal Jawa lain yang menggema dengan filosofi dan sejarah panjang.

Namun, di balik nama yang tampak eksentrik itu, mengalir darah Jawa yang kental dalam nadi-nadiku; tak ada campuran lain. Hanya saja, ayahku, seorang pengagum aristokrasi dan sejarah dunia, terlampau terpesona oleh negeri-negeri Eropa, khususnya Prancis, memberi nama itu dengan penuh kebanggaan. Karl, katanya, diambil dari tokoh-tokoh agung yang ia kagumi—pemikir besar, raja-raja di Eropa yang seolah hidup hanya dalam kepala ayahku. Madhàve, nama yang ia dengar dari kisah Hindu kuno, ia kaitkan dengan seorang pejuang suci dalam kitab Sansekerta, meskipun aku tak pernah menemukan riwayat yang sama. Kombinasi itu, meski terdengar eksotis, tak pernah terasa seperti milikku sendiri. Sudah berkali-kali aku mencari maknanya, di buku tua dan di sudut-sudut internet, namun nama itu tetap sunyi, tanpa pesan yang bisa kupegang.

Tapi apa sebenarnya arti dari sebuah nama? Bagiku, itu tak lebih dari rangkaian suara yang menghiasi identitas. Tak ada yang lebih penting dari kenyataan yang kini terbentang di depanku—Bandung, dengan segala pesonanya. Paris van Java, kota dengan kabut tipis yang membelai lembut di pagi hari, dan senja yang seolah-olah menari di langitnya yang jingga. Aku tiba di sini bukan untuk mencari nafkah sebagai pegawai kantoran, bukan pula sebagai akademisi yang sibuk dengan buku-buku tebal. Aku datang sebagai pengembara, seorang penulis cerita tanpa kata—seorang fotografer. Pekerjaan formal mungkin tak menunggu di ujung jalan, tapi aku percaya lensa kameraku bisa menghidupiku, setidaknya cukup untuk makan dan secangkir kopi hitam di pagi hari. Dan di sinilah aku, berjalan di antara gang-gang sempit dan jalan-jalan penuh sejarah, ditemani oleh lensa kameraku yang tak pernah lelah menyapu pemandangan, mencari sepotong kehidupan yang tersembunyi di balik bisingnya kota ini.

Dalam dunia fotografi, aku bukanlah Karl yang biasa dikenal orang sekelilingku. Di antara komunitas seniman visual Bandung, aku dikenal dengan nama lain—Karma— singkatan dari Karl Madhàve. Sebuah nama yang kupilih sendiri, lahir dari filosofi bahwa apa yang kita tangkap melalui lensa hanyalah pantulan dari apa yang kita bawa dalam diri. Karma, bagiku, bukan hanya nama samaran, tapi juga simbol dari caraku memandang dunia. Setiap jepretan kamera adalah sebuah takdir kecil, yang kuabadikan dalam bingkai, dan kuhadirkan kembali pada dunia dengan perspektif yang telah kuwarnai dengan perasaanku. Nama itu, Karma, terasa lebih cocok—seolah-olah ia mengalir alami, tanpa beban sejarah atau ekspektasi, hanya suara yang sederhana namun sarat makna.

Bandung adalah kanvasku, dan Karma adalah penanya. Setiap sudut jalan Braga yang kulewati menyimpan cerita; bangunan tua yang berdiri kokoh di tengah arus modernisasi ini seakan berbisik padaku. Di antara riuh rendah pejalan kaki yang berlalu-lalang, sibuk dengan dunia mereka. Sama sekali tak peduli pada kehadiranku, namun aku melihat mereka semua— peduli kepada setiap detail yang mereka tinggalkan— tatapan kosong diantara langkah tergesa, tawa kecil dari mereka, atau cahaya yang memantul dari kaca-kaca jendela tua. Aku ingin menangkap mereka semua, bukan hanya sebagai objek visual, tetapi sebagai cerita yang bernafas, yang hidup di setiap celah retak dinding dan di setiap gemuruh redam angin antara persimpangan jalan.

Orang tuaku, meski merestui jalanku, sering bertanya dalam diam di meja makan: kapan anak mereka akan menemukan "pekerjaan sungguhan"? Tapi mereka tak pernah mengerti bahwa bagi seorang seperti aku, seni bukan sekadar pekerjaan. Ini adalah kehidupan itu sendiri—ini adalah caraku membaca dunia, memahami dan berbicara dengannya. Melalui Karma, aku tak hanya menangkap momen, tapi juga menulis ulang sejarah-sejarah kecil yang mungkin terlupakan. Di jalanan yang ramai ini, aku merasa tak hanya hidup, tapi hadir—seperti halnya embun di pagi hari, tenang namun tak bisa diabaikan.

cr. do not repost or copy paste my ideas.

[butvega]

na jaemin de ta la ri co! ::::

[rikiblues]

close your eyes

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

track. teddy bear, nct dream word count. 2612

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You wanna bet?" 

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

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

"Bring it on, Kang Jiwon." 

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jerk!"

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

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

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star—" 

"God, no."

"Rockabye baby, on the treetop—"

"Na Jaemin!"

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

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

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

"Anything is fine, really."

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

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

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

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

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

"Awh, that's so cute."

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

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

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

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

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

"I mean, my mother survived?"

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

"Ah. That explains so much."

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

"Imagine me dating a teacher."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[roseofbubu]

Concupiscence

Part 1

Part 2

"Renjun!"

Renjun snapped when Donghyuck shouted.

"Yes?" he asked.

Donghyuck glares at him for a second, sensing that the older mood changes after the morning ceremony. They are now in the cafeteria, taking their morning break before they go back to their dorm. The official class will start tomorrow. Today was only for welcoming the newcomers and to adjust with their respective dorms.

"Are you interested in the alpha?" he questioned him.

Renjun straightens his back as he avoids his gaze. It was impossible to deny the fact that he felt interested with the so-called Jeno Lee.

"Maybe I just didn't expect him to be that kind of alpha," he admitted.

"Kind of what? Kind of hot?" Donghyuck teased.

Renjun only rolled his eyes. Donghyuck laughs at him as he chooses to ignore his questions.

"He looks cold actually," he uttered.

"Ohh. Many people say that. If Jeno is the cold one, Jaemin is the hot one."

Renjun choked after hearing his words. What does he mean the other alpha is hot? He almost cannot breathe after seeing Jeno. What more when he saw Jaemin? Yeah, he didn't care about them earlier. But now that he saw one of them, he can't help but to look forward to the other one.

"I can't blame you. Even I got a huge crush on Jeno when we were younger. If only I'm not in a relationship now," Donghyuck uttered.

"What do you mean?" Renjun asked in curiosity.

"Mean what? I'm in a relationship?"

"Wait— what? You're in a relationship?" Renjun asked in surprise. It is not his question yet he was surprised to know that the omega is in a relationship.

"Yeah. And speaking of. He is here."

Renjun felt someone's presence at his back. He turned around and saw a man walking towards their direction. It was looking at Donghyuck before their eyes met. And just like how everyone looks at him for the first time, he also pauses for a second before sitting next to his omega.

"Hey, babe," Donghyuck called as the alpha gave him a kiss on his cheeks.

"Your new friend?" his boyfriend asked.

"Roommates. His name is Renjun," Donghyuck introduced him.

"Hi. I'm Mark," the alpha offers his hand and Renjun gladly accepts it. The latter doesn't want to overthink about it but he felt the other omega released some of his pheromones to guard what he owns. And even Mark understood what it meant so they gradually let go of each other's hand. Renjun just thought that was a normal action for omega though.

"Newcomer?" Mark asked and Renjun nodded.

Renjun saw how Mark gave Donghyuck a look that is definitely onto something. And he can confirm that it's all about him. This is slowly getting frustrating of how they always look obvious yet don't want to even say what is happening. It feels like they are playing on him.

"Funny, right?" Donghyuck laughs before looking back at Renjun again.

"I already gave you enough warning. It's up to you now whether you want to go through that. If Jeno really gets interested in you, expect that the other will come too," Donghyuck warns again.

"But why do you sound so sure that the alpha will like me? We don't even know each other, nor bump into each other once. I can avoid them if I want," Renjun frowns.

"You can't, honey," Donghyuck refutes. "The selection will happen tonight. They always make it as soon as possible to prevent another alpha from claiming the omega that he wants." Donghyuck stated.

"Besides, Jeno has a type," Mark added.

—

It's already 7:48 in the evening. The acquaintance party or what they call a "selection" party will start in a minute and yet— he is still outside the venue.

Donghyuck already says that this is a requirement for every student to attend especially for a newcomer like him. If the selection was real, he is not ready to become one of the prey to serve the alpha he doesn't know aside from his name. Or to get in between the two alpha who will definitely fight for one omega. So he decided not to go.

He tried to be stubborn and Donghyuck and Mark just let him be. And before he could fall asleep, someone bangs the door and forces him to leave the room. Curse to the couple who didn't warn him that the guard will knock every door in the dorm just to attend this party.

"You should get inside now."

Renjun jolted when he heard a deep voice talking behind him.

"Sorry. I—" he didn't finish the words after seeing a familiar face. The man also looked surprised, not expecting to see each other again.

"It's you!" the omega can't hide the excitement in his voice. Knowing someone from this strange city makes him feel delighted. But the others suddenly act differently putting them unease.

"It's you, right?" Renjun tried to ask again. Wanting to make sure that it was the same person he recalled in his memories.

Few seconds later when the man decided to lift up his face again and smile at him.

"It's nice to see you again," he greeted.

Renjun was chuffed to hear that. Although there are still odd feelings that this man has changed. Well, there is. Maybe both of them are already presented with their secondary gender. It irks him how this hierarchy causes two people to grow apart.

"I think it has been five years, am I right? Is this where you lived?" he asked.

"Yeah," he answered shortly.

A long silence after that. The guy only stares at him. It's kind of awkward now. Renjun admits that they are not really closed even before he disappears, but he expects that they can be casual. He also has a lot of questions to ask about what happened before he disappeared.

"Do you—"

"Renjun!"

Renjun turns around and sees Donghyuck and Mark walking towards him. The omega grins until he gets closer.

"See? You're also coming," Haechan mocked him. He only rolled his eyes.

"Why are you still here?" Mark asked.

He was just about to introduce the person but he was already gone when he turned back his gaze.

"Err. Nevermind."

They went inside the venue. It was already filled with students. Typical party that you can attend where someone is already drunk even though the event just got started. Some are eating on the side, talking and dancing on the dance floor, and just like him where it was obviously registered on their faces that they are forced to be here. Renjun only shook his head and let Donghyuck pull him wherever he wanted. Although it was fun under his company, he felt like it would drain his social battery. He still has no proper rest since he went here, like this is not even in his plan until his father gave them a short notice that they will migrate. Another reason why he doesn't want to attend this party. After a short time of listening to Donghyuck's rant, they were interrupted when someone spoke to the mic.

"May I call the attention of the freshmen and transferees of Genesis to fall in line and officially welcome the board of directors. We will start the party in a minute."

Renjun and Donghyuck look at each other, knowing what it means. It honestly makes him tense right now.

"Go on," he encouraged him.

He still hesitates to come yet the sentry is now dragging them one by one. He has no choice but to go in front.

"This is ridiculous," he whispered to himself before the gate started to open. Everybody rose from their seats to welcome the board of directors. Thus, all of them are all looking to the alpha who is leading the way of guests.

He remembers how this alpha stares at him for a long time during this morning ceremony. It was interrupted when Mark called him and when he turned back his gaze on the alpha, he was no longer looking at him. Because of that, he suddenly felt conscious if he would look at him again. He doesn't want to assume but blame Donghyuck for telling him about the three seconds rule and other nonsense things that turn him into this way.

But before he knew it, they already walked past him without batting an eye. They did not stop on anyone. They reach the front and look at the crowd. He heard the people murmuring in the back. Jeno stayed with a straight face yet it was obvious that the director was not pleased.

"That's it?" he whispered.

Director Lee gave his opening speech before they were able to return from their places. He went back to Donghyuck who also looked confused about what happened.

"What?" he asks.

"He didn't look at you?"

He only shakes his head. Even him felt disappointed somehow. Maybe he expects too much as well.

"Are we done with the selection?" he asked again. The omega only tilted his head, unable to say anything.

"I don't know. It was different from the previous years," he told him. "Usually, Jeno has to look at atleast three people, then he will observe them in the crowd. Although it always ends in failure since Jaemin keeps getting in his way."

"Just let him be, Hyuck. At least we are sure that your new friend is out of trouble," Mark uttered.

"Yeah. Let's go. I wanna try their food," Donghyuck said.

Renjun followed them when he sensed that someone was looking at him from afar. It was confirmed when he turned to his right and saw that familiar face again. They both smiled at each other before he left again.

Hours have passed and everyone is getting drunk and starting to release their pheromones. He felt dizzy when someone reeked passed through them. He excused himself from Donghyuck and Mark to go to the bathroom.

The air felt suffocating as he kept bumping into everyone now. He also drinks alcohol that adds to his dizziness. He didn't know what happened next when his vision turned black and lost consciousness.

He only woke up in a dark room. Lying on an unfamiliar bed. He gets up and looks around.

"You're awake."

He looked for the owner of that voice. And there he saw the young alpha sitting across him, crossing his leg with a piece of paper on his hand.

"Jeno."