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kpopsexstories · 10 months ago

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NCT Dream Dating Ban #5: Jeno Pt. 2

NCT Jeno can’t date girls. As his gay friend you help him out with his sexual needs. (Part 2 of 2)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: Top NCT Jeno x Bottom male reader

Content: Jeno fucks you hard on Jisung's bed, Chenle and Jaemin listen in and jerk off

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 2.1k

Click here to read Part 1.

Jaemin and Chenle are in the living room, on opposite ends of the Dream dorm couch. They're staring wide-eyed at Jisung's closed door while drooling from the corner of their mouths. Jeno is fucking you hard inside and it's driving the boys wild.

Their senses are on high alert. They listen intently to every nuance in the repetitive squeaks of Jisung's bed and mattress. They imagine the hot sex, what you and Jeno are doing to each other just a room away.

They both have a pillow on their laps, and Chenle has pulled his knees and feet onto the couch. Mark was sitting between them only moments ago, but has since retreated to his room. Chenle and Jaemin haven't even noticed that he left.

“Fuck this is hot!” Jaemin exclaims. His hand is massaging and squeezing his hard dick over his clothes under the pillow.

Chenle lets out a dolphin-like laugh. “I wish the others weren't recording today,” he says and adjusts his pants. “Do you think Jisung is okay with them having sex in his bed?”

“He'd probably laugh about it,” Jaemin says without taking his eyes off the door. His arm moves gently as he strokes himself.

“He'd probably be in there with them.”

Jaemin glances at his friend and smiles a crooked smile. “I bet you wish you were.”

Chenle sneers, but Jaemin is right. “Your friend is so hot. Jisung is lucky he gets to sleep with him every night.”

“Have you slept with him yet?” Jaemin asks. “All the others have.”

“No. Have you?”

“No.”

Chenle turns to glare at his friend. “What, really?” he asks, genuinely surprised. “Never?”

“Never,” Jaemin confirms.

“But… All those bike trips you take every year. I thought for sure you were more than just friends. Have you never had sex when you're out?”

“No, why would we? He's just my friend.”

“I just thought…”

Ahh, Jeno, fuck my ass!

Chenle stops talking mid sentence. The boys adjust their positions when they hear your muffled moan.

Yes, yes, fuck me harder with your big cock!

Jeno isn't quiet either. Ahhgh, uuhhh, fuuck! he groans loudly.

Jaemin starts stroking his bone a little faster. The pillows really serve no purpose. Even Chenle is borderline jerking off next to his friend.

“I really do wish the others were here to witness this,” Chenle says.

“Yeah,” Jaemin agrees without really paying attention. The sounds and fantasies are making the boys so hard.

*****

You're on your back on the bed, legs spread wide and Jeno's big dick pushing in and out of your ass. He's towering over you, the full length of his body gliding violently back and forth in your arms. He's fucking you missionary style by rocking his body and thrusting his ass and hips fast up and down.

“Ahh, Jeno, fuck me!” you repeat while taking in the sight end feel of his toned body tensing. “Fuuck, your cock feels so good.”

Jeno's face is directly above yours. He alters between closing his eyes and grimacing, and opening them wide to focus fully on yours. You've been going at it for quite a while and you're impressed by his endurance. Considering the dating ban and how rough and eager he's been in the way he handles your body it's quite a feat that he hasn't come inside you already.

“Mm, yeah!” he grunts and suddenly sits up on his knees. His dick falls out of your ass as he pushes on your thigh.

You flip around and stand on all four in front of him. His hands find your hips and he pulls them toward his groin. He guides his dick between your cheeks and pull your ass onto his shaft.

“Ahh, fuck,” he groans when he begins to fuck you slowly from behind. “Ahhh, fuuuck!”

He picks up the pace. His fingers tighten around your sides. Then he lifts a hand and spanks you.

“Yeah, slap my ass,” you encourage him. “Ahh, harder!”

Jeno spanks your cheek harder with one hand. He's really going at it, using you as his sex toy, thrusting his hips fast and pulling your ass hard onto his dick.

“Yeah, you like this?” he asks and slaps you again. You can hear the grin on his face.

“Y-yes,” you whimper for him. “Oh, yes!”

He spanks you harder, causing your cheek to shake while his dick fills your hole.

“Can I come inside you?” he suddenly asks. The question surprises you.

“Ehm, yeah,” you say, confused because you thought the answer was obvious. “Why would you not?”

“I don't want to get any diseases. Are you clean?“

That's when it dawns on you that, maybe, Jeno has actually never had sex with a man before. He's probably used to pussy, or as used to it as the dating ban allows.

You laugh out loud. “That's not how it works,” you say. “You're already inside me.”

But Jeno has stopped listening. He suddenly pulls out, abruptly and without warning. He sits on his knees, grabs his dick and squeeze your waist hard.

“Ahhhgh, fuu-UUCK!” he shouts.

He shoots his load across your lower back. It sprays your red ass and reaches as far up as just below your shoulder blade, leaving a long, thick white string parallel to your spine. You bury your face in the sheets as you feel the hot cum land on your skin.

Fuck, this is hot! you think and moan.

*****

Jaemin and Chenle have heard your muffled screams through the wall. Ahhhgh, fuu-UUCK! It's abundantly clear to everyone that Jeno has just orgasmed.

Chenle quickly and instinctively gets up and hastily makes his way to the door. He stops and puts his ear against it while squeezing his bulge.

Jaemin, equally curious and deprived, follows.

“You think they're done?” Chenle asks and looks up.

“Sounds like it,” Jaemin whispers. “Fuck, I should never have closed the door.”

Another muffled groan is suddenly heard, coming from a few doors down the hall. Ah, ahhh!

It's Mark who's moaning as he comes in his underwear, turned on and brought over the edge by his own hand and Jeno's loud orgasm.

Chenle and Jaemin look at each other. They smirk and giggle, then cover their mouths as not to get caught.

“Well,” Chenle says. “It sounds like the fun is over. I need a nap.”

Jaemin gives him a playful side-eye, but Chenle has already turned away from him.

“Me too. I'm super tired.”

That's a lie and they both know it. As Chenle and Jaemin rush to their own respective rooms and beds, sleep is the last thing on their minds.

They're hot, horny and have just listened to their own private porn show. They're the only two who haven't had their thirsts clenched by you.

Jaemin especially feels neglected by you, for reasons you will come to know soon enough. If you're too busy satisfying everyone else, what else can he do than to satisfy himself?

*****

Chenle doesn't waste any time and he doesn't last long. He's about to burst in his pants the second the door to his bedroom closes behind him. He pulls them down and throws himself onto the bed.

He lies on his back and takes out his dick. He jerks it, slow at first while imagining Jeno's sexy body plowing into yours. Then faster, harder, until he comes and his load shoots onto his stomach and trickles down his hand and shaft.

“Ahh, ummngh,” he moans softly while grimacing and panting excessively. “Fuuck!”

A few doors away, Jaemin is standing by a mirror hanging above a table along the wall. He's taken his shirt off and his pants and underwear have fallen to his ankles.

His phone is on the table. He stares at the screen with big eyes, while jerking and stroking his dick fast. He's looking at a picture of you, standing knee deep in a lake in a forest in only your underwear. It was taken last year, and you have no idea that Jaemin has jerked off to it on numerous occasions since then.

When he's close to coming, however, Jaemin quickly looks up. He stares at himself in the mirror, at his toned body and hard dick. He's imagining your ass in front of him, fucking you hard from behind.

His thoughts are interrupted when the front door to the apartment slams shut. The other boys have returned home, and he decides he better finish quick.

He reaches for a box of tissues on the table, then closes his eyes and stroke a little faster. He squeezes his shaft with his fingers as a ring around it, takes several tissues from the box, and plays out a sexual fantasy in his head.

Mmm, fuck yeah! he thinks when he explodes. He shoots his load into the ball of paper, leans over the table with his mouth wide open as not to spill on the floor, then opens his eyes and looks at his face in the mirror.

*****

“Fuck Jeno, you're incredible,” you pant and turn round. He stands up on the floor by the foot of the bed and you slide your feet and legs between his thighs.

He's heaving for air above you. You feel his muscular body with your hands, tracing your fingers across his abs.

His chest moves far in and out. His lungs are working hard as he struggles to catch his breath.

“You think the others heard?” you ask with a naughty smile. You scoot your ass to the edge of the bed, look up at Jeno's flustered face, then take his dick and put it in your mouth.

“Ohh, fuck,” Jeno says and throws his head back. You kiss the head and lick the cum off his big shaft.

He looks down and your eyes meet. “Yeah,” he says and smirks. “They heard. They're probably jerking off right now.”

A door outside is suddenly slammed shut and Haechan's voice can be heard. The boys are back, and that means Jisung has probably returned too.

You suddenly feel a panic coming on. It's no secret that you've had sex with almost everyone in the shared apartment, but you've just done it in your best friend's bed and he wasn't in it with you.

Jeno calmly steps away from you. You glance at his back and ass when he walks around the bed, leans down and picks up the towel he wore when he came in.

You get up and look around to find your clothes. Jeno comes up to you with the towel in hand. “Turn around,” he says.

He wipes your back with long and gentle strokes to clean up the mess he's made. While he jerks off daily it's been ages since he last had sex, resulting in a sexual charge and release that was long overdue, at least in relation to how frequently the man had sex before the company tightened their dating ban.

The sheer volume of cum on your back proves that Jeno really needed this. And you have no idea how thankful he is that you were there to help him.

“I'll go take another shower,” he says when he's done cleaning you up. You turn and watch as he wraps the soiled towel around his waist. “Wanna join?”

You don't get a chance to respond. The door suddenly opens and Jisung is standing in it. He stares at you with wide eyes, and a faint smile appears on his lips when he realizes what he's walked in on.

Jeno slowly makes his way past him, naked and with a certain pride and satisfaction in his walk. “I need a shower,” he repeats and smiles at his friend.

Jisung steps inside and closes the door behind him while you begin to put your clothes back on.

“Had fun?” he asks and unzips his hoodie. He takes it off and throws it on the bed, then pulls a black t-shirt over his head.

“Yeah,” you say and smile at his shirtless body.

Jisung approaches you. He wants to relax after a long day in the studio.

“Don't bother,” he says and takes your shirt from your hand. He puts his arms around your body, grabs your sides and spins you around, then pushes you forward in the direction of he bed.

“My turn,” he continues and takes off his pants behind you. He doesn't even ask your permission. “You're leaving in a few days.”

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neoculturetravesty · 4 years ago

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We met in online class - Part 9

Image adapted from here.

Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre: College AU, romance, angst, fluff Warnings: Strong language, fist fight, a character has Covid-19 Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: So proud of the boys for breaking records with Hot Sauce 🥺💛 Also, Eid Mubarak to all who celebrate!

Renjun is ashamed to be surprised, but his friends remain true to their word.

That night, Renjun slept for what he’s sure was a good fourteen hours. Because by the time he woke, it was way in the afternoon. Jaemin was already back from his shift and Jeno was almost halfway through his. Jisung had insisted that Renjun get some more rest before he had to take over. It was a tiny bit disconcerting to have Jisung hovering over him the entire day to make sure he was eating and feeling okay, but Renjun had to admit--this was exactly what he needed. He didn’t like who he was when he was alone.

The boys had apparently even created a dedicated group chat where they would post updates and a list of things that were required at the hospital. Not that there was much required, anyway. But the boys would make sure that at the very least, Renjun’s mom had fresh clothes and home cooked food everyday while she couldn’t get out herself. Jaemin had even taken Renjun’s phone and gotten it fixed so he at least had a proper screen instead of a cracked one.

Even when Renjun was sure that he could take over on his own, the boys wouldn’t allow it. On many occasions, he had just stayed by them during their turns, thankful for their company and their friendship. Because who else in this world would spend their semester break in this fashion? He’s pretty sure they had plans; but they had forsaken them all to be there for him.

Renjun has no idea how it happens, but slowly and surely, things start to get better. He’s pretty certain it has to be some sort of a miracle. Like a little break of sunshine had finally decided to shine on him through the dark clouds. Like somehow, his guardian angel had decided that it had slacked off for long enough and now it should give Renjun a break. Because one day, the doctors tell them that Renjun’s grandmother will be a lot weaker for the next few days to come… but with a lot of care and attention, she should be ready to go home. They echo Renjun’s thoughts and tell them that it is nothing short of a miracle, but also that he should be thankful that his grandmother is still young and has a fighting spirit.

The day she is taken off of life support and brought into another room with a window through which he can see her, Renjun can’t hold himself back. He hugs onto Jaemin so tight and cries happy tears, and Jaemin holds him back just as strong, though he’s sure that he’s so overwhelmed by relief that he’s putting all of his weight onto the boy. But Jaemin doesn’t relent and holds onto him and lets him cry tears of joy into his shoulder.

The boys head home that night and laugh till they cry and celebrate Renjun’s grandma’s life and health. They eat like they had been hungry for days and slump their shoulders in ease like they had been keeping them tense for too long. They laugh and they sit together and keep letting out long sighs of relief, as if each breath was undoing a knot in their chest. It’s a sweet, victorious sort of a happy moment, and it is Jeno who has to remind them they need to focus now more than ever so that Renjun’s grandma can get her strength back and finally test negative. And it is an important reminder because the new semester is about to begin soon and given classes, they will have to redo their hospital visit schedules.

At the very least, they learn that the new semester would begin online, because the sudden surge in Covid cases had led them to another lockdown. Renjun’s not sure whether he should be happy or upset about it. On the one hand, he thinks this lockdown should’ve happened earlier so his grandma would’ve never gotten sick in the first place. On the other hand, he is happy that his grandma would now be safe and recover comfortably.

When classes begin and Renjun finds all his housemates at home, his heart drops a little and he wonders if he should just skip today. But an amused Jeno mutes himself during his online class and stops him.

“You have other friends, too, you know?” Jeno cocks an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, but I’m sure they have classes, too. Plus, the four of us have been doing this from the beginning, so… I don’t know…” Renjun says, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling a bit nervous about leaving his mother and grandma on their own without help. But Jeno looks at him like he’s talking gibberish.

“Dude. Not the four of us. All seven of us have been doing this from the very beginning.” Jeno says, eyebrow still cocked, looking at Renjun like he’s sure he’s lost his mind.

Renjun looks up and for a moment, he is sure his face looks dumb. Because if the buffering wheel was a human expression, Renjun’s certain he’s wearing it now. “All… seven?”

“Do you even check the group chat? Chenle and Mark and Donghyuck. They’ve all been doing their duty from Day 1, you idiot. How else would the rest of us come home so early?” Jeno scoffs and laughs a bit, knotting his eyebrows at his clueless friend.

For a moment, Renjun is silenced. Because he doesn’t know how to process this information. He feels a swell in his chest. A sort of happiness that only true friendship brings. But at the same time, he feels an incredible pang of guilt, because for one, he is an asshole that keeps underestimating the said friendship. And for the other, he had done absolutely nothing to be deserving of such love.

“Dong… Donghyuck, too?” Renjun asks and he feels his heart breaking, though even in this surreal moment of realization, he recognizes how strange it is to feel heartbreak over something like this.

“Of course, you idiot. Donghyuck was the one that stayed at the hospital the entire first night when you were asleep.” Jeno tells him and smacks him lightly on the head.

And for the first time in his life, Renjun actually feels what it is like to have his head physically hang in shame. “I don’t deserve it.” he sighs.

“I really don’t understand you sometimes, Huang Renjun.” Jeno says and turns his attention back to his class.

“What do you mean?” Renjun retorts.

“Just because friends have a dumb fight, doesn’t mean they abandon each other in times of need.” Jeno states like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

It should be simple and obvious, everything Jeno has said. But to Renjun, it is groundbreaking. Because Renjun wasn’t used to being loved and cared for without condition. In his dark and convoluted view of the world, everything was give and take. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. But here they were--his friends that were shattering all of those dumbass beliefs. Telling him that although he had been a grade A asshole and punched them in the face, they understood that he was going through some shit, and that taking care of his sick grandmother trumped all other childish grudges. Renjun realizes that perhaps, he was the most childish out of all his friends. Somewhere in his turbulent childhood, he might have skipped a lot of emotional development. Because why else would the kindness and love of his friends shock him so?

Jeno peeks over the top of his laptop and watches Renjun deep in thought, paying no attention to his own class. “He’s at the hospital right now.” Jeno says knowingly.

And that’s all Renjun needs to hear before he slams his laptop shut and makes his way out.

The fact that Renjun is probably a few steps behind in his emotional development is solidified when he sits next to Donghyuck on a park bench and suddenly finds himself at a loss for what to say.

The rush of blood and adrenaline he had felt in his veins leaving his house for his apology tour seemed to have faded when he saw his friend’s face. Donghyuck had been sitting next to Renjun’s father, but that hadn’t been the bothersome part. It was the fact that his friend was sitting there for him, but with a black eye that Renjun had given him.

In the grand scheme of healing black eyes, Donghyuck definitely looked less hurt than the last time Renjun had seen him. The purples were mostly gone, leaving behind hues of yellow and a speck of blue here and there. Though he may have been healing, there were more colors on him than before and that’s what made him look worse. That’s also the part that makes Renjun feel most ashamed. His friend was here for him even though he looked like shit thanks to him.

Renjun is sure that on the list of top ten assholes of the world, he would find his own name on top.

But sitting next to Donghyuck outside in the fresh air, he has no idea what to say. He thinks real hard and decides to start in the safe zone.

“Did the guys tell you? About my grandma?” he asks.

“Um, no. It was Jimin.” Donghyuck replies awkwardly.

Renjun nods. “I, uh… I told the guys like a day later, though. Did you tell them before I did?”

“No, um… I was at a party with the 127s… I didn’t see her text till like the next day either, so…” Donghyuck trails off.

Renjun nods again, then swallows. It’s so strange, how awkward this all is. It is unsettling because Donghyuck is the least awkward person he knows, and he hates that this weird zone is where their relationship seems to be heading.

Not if he can help it.

In another rush of dumbass adrenaline, Renjun gets up abruptly and stands before Donghyuck.

“Go on. Do it.” Renjun says and takes a deep breath.

“Huh?” Donghyuck looks at his friend quizzically.

“Do it. Just make it quick.” Renjun nods with determination and points at his face.

“You’re crazy.” Donghyuck states and slides further away on the bench, eyebrows raised, and a grimace on his mouth.

“Just do it, man. Do it so we can move on.” Renjun says, placing both hands on his waist and squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m not going to punch you so you can move on, you psycho.” Donghyuck’s face is contorted, like he’s scandalized and perhaps even slightly scared of his friend.

“Come on, Donghyuckie. Just punch me and get it over with.” Renjun waves his hand impatiently, not relenting.

“Are you not hearing me, you crazy? I’m not punching you just to make you feel better!” Donghyuck almost yells.

And because Renjun is pretty sure this would work, he grabs at Donghyuck’s collar just to provoke him.

“What the fuck?!” Donghyuck tries to push Renjun off of him.

“Hit me!” Renjun shouts.

“No, are you fucking crazy! Get off me!” Donghyuck grabs at the sleeves of Renjun’s jacket and tries to pry him off.

“Not till you hit me!” Renjun insists, clinging onto the boy, grabbing and pulling at him to annoy him best he can to get a reaction.

“I’m not going to hit you!” Donghyuck yells. The two boys spin in inelegant, rough circles on the grass, trying to push and pull at one another.

“Punch me or you got no balls!” Renjun yowls and then finally feels the blow to his face that sends him flying to the ground.

He pauses for a bit because his head spins for a solid ten seconds. He shakes it vigorously to get it to focus and it helps because then he looks up to find a very startled and distressed Donghyuck looking down at him, fist still raised in the air.

“That had more throw than power.” Renjun comments, massaging his jaw.

“Yeah, that’s what I was going for.” Donghyuck agrees.

For a moment both boys nod and look at each other, acknowledging the technique and form of the punch. And then, they burst into laughter because fuck, all of this was so stupid. Renjun rolls on the grass and Donghyuck doubles over as he stands. Then he offers Renjun his hand to help him get up, which he takes eagerly, using it to lift up and fling himself into his friend’s arms. They hold each other strongly, thumping one another on the back. And just like that, the awkwardness is gone. All that was meant to be said has been said and now Renjun is no longer struggling to find his words. They come easily, because all of this is so natural. He was with his best friend, after all.

“You are a crazy motherfucker, you know that, right?” Donghyuck comments, shaking his head as they sit back down on the bench.

Renjun chuckles, then looks at the grass, because his head hangs in shame again. “I’m a sorry motherfucker.”

Donghyuck puts an arm around Renjun and thumps his back again. “You should be sorry, you dumb fuck. But also, you’ve got a pretty toxic coping mechanism, you know that, right?”

Renjun sighs long “I know. The longer I think about it, the dumber I feel.”

He expects his friend to make a joke in return but he feels his hesitation. So he looks up and finds Donghyuck trying to think of what to say. “Have you ever thought about… like sorting that out, maybe?” he finally asks.

“Sorting it out?” Renjun asks, confused.

“Like... you know this isn’t normal, right?” Donghyuck asks, and he doesn’t sound like he’s mocking. His tone doesn’t have the slightest hint of a joke and that’s what makes Renjun realize what he’s talking about.

“No… no, I haven’t…” Renjun admits. He doesn’t know why he’s never thought about ‘sorting it out’. Perhaps because he’s always thought he was smarter than anyone who could offer him help.

“You could give it a try. Talking to someone really helps sometimes, you know? Getting help can help.” Donghyuck says carefully.

Renjun bites his lip. He knows his friend is right, but he’s never really, truly given it a thought. Donghyuck senses his discomfort and changes the subject.

“Your grandma is finally getting tested again tomorrow.” he says as he stretches.

Renjun smiles “Yeah. I honestly can’t believe it…” he looks at his best friend “... but I also don’t know if I’ll ever be able to thank you…”

Donghyuck frowns and shakes Renjun by the shoulder “Stop it before I throw up.”

“I mean it.”

“I’ll throw up even if you mean it.”

“Donghyuck…”

“Okay, really, stop. Also, I’m not even the one you should be thanking. Or apologizing to.” Donghyuck sits back after he’s had his fill of shaking Renjun.

“Of course, you’re the one I should be thanking and apologizing to, you stupid. You did all of this for me even when I was an absolute asshole to you.” Renjun presses.

“You are an asshole, but you’re also a dumb asshole.” Donghyuck declares.

“Hey, I’m trying to apologize nicely, here.” Renjun pouts and his friend lets out a long, exasperated sigh.

“I thought you were just being obtuse but you seriously don’t know…” Donghyuck shakes his head.

“Know what?” Renjun asks and Donghyuck shrugs and acts like a little shit which annoys Renjun, but at the same time fills him with relief. Because Donghyuck being a little shit to him means their friendship has been restored to its original state. But he asks again “Know what?!”

“Dude, no offense or anything, but did you really think your parents can put your grandma in a private room all on their own?” Donghyuck asks.

Renjun stops a bit. He’d been so worried about the fact that his grandma’s life was hanging by a thread that he hadn’t even thought about the expenses part. He knows his grandma had a little bit in savings, but his parents for sure didn’t earn that much. Come to think of it, he hadn’t even realized that this was one of the nicer hospitals around.

“Fuck it, I’m really going to have to spell it out for you. Since your brain doesn’t seem to be working.” Donghyuck sighs dramatically.

“What?”

“Dude. This is Y/N’s parents’ hospital. Your mother couldn’t possibly keep taking care of your grandma all on her own, now could she? When Y/N found out, she went crazy. She made her parents direct all their best resources into taking care of your grandma.”

For a while, the information hangs in the air.

Renjun had thought that he would never get to feel things that were new and unexplainable ever again. He thought he had experienced every single feeling his body had to offer. The past month alone had put him through more emotions than he had experienced in his whole life. He had seen it all, felt it all.

But what he’s experiencing right now doesn’t feel like gratitude or shame or longing or anything one should expect to feel in a situation like this. It just feels like a soft light has filled his chest and is lifting him in the air. He feels like he’s floating, like he’s having an out of body experience.

“Oh,” is the only thing he can manage to say.

And then he remembers your face. He hadn’t realized it then, but he sees now how badly he had wanted to see you that night. He had wanted no one but you to hold him and kiss him and tell him that he wasn’t alone. And he remembers how he couldn’t tell you any of that. He remembers how you had walked away with another man.

And that makes him come back to earth. He feels a resigned sort of sadness.

“Y/N is… she would do that for anybody, wouldn’t she?” Renjun smiles sadly.

“She probably would. But you should’ve seen how worried she was. Even now, she is on the phone everyday with her parents, making sure they’re doing everything they can. She didn’t want what happened to her grandmother to happen to yours.” Donghyuck tells him.

Renjun looks up “What happened to her grandmother?”

Donghyuck raises his eyebrows. “She passed away from Covid last year?” His eyebrows go higher still “She says she’s told you about this?”

Renjun thinks, and then it’s as if a veil on his memory is slowly but poorly being lifted. He remembers laying his head on your shoulder. He remembers feeling your shirt dampen from his tears. He remembers your fingers drawing relaxing patterns in his hair. He remembers your soothing voice, speaking to him with such tenderness that Renjun had barely heard your words and had focused instead on it’s sweet tones. But now, when Renjun is forcing himself to think, he very foggily recalls what you had been saying. You had been telling him about your own grandmother. Why hadn’t Renjun listened? Why did Renjun never listen when you spoke? He was such a selfish, arrogant fool. He wishes he could go back and change it all.

Donghyuck shakes his head. “Are you really….” he sighs again, “Nevermind. But yeah, she basically went nuts because she couldn’t be here with you.”

Renjun’s heart is aching and he’s pretty sure his face reflects it. “I wish I could take it all back. Everything I did to her.”

“You can take it back.” Donghyuck says.

“How?”

“Apologize to her, you dummy.” Donghyuck smacks the back of his head.

“How? I tried calling her once but she didn’t pick up.” Renjun admits.

“Then you should call her again and again and again till it sticks.” Donghyuck says plainly and it makes so much fucking sense that Renjun is embarrassed that he hadn’t thought it.

“Yeah, but…” Renjun swallows, “... it doesn’t really matter now, does it?”

“What do you mean?” Donghyuck asks.

“She’s with Wong Hendery now. So…” Renjun can’t even complete the thought.

“What do you mean she’s with Wong Hendery?” Donghyuck scrunches his brows deep in his forehead in confusion.

“She left with him for the semester break. I went to see her… but she left with him…” Renjun presses his lips together.

“Wait…” Donghyuck says and Renjun looks up and nods at him as if to confirm the fact. But he sees something entirely different on his friend’s face. It’s an expression of deep dumbfoundedness. “... are you some sort of an idiot?” He asks like Renjun is the dimmest person he has ever come across.

And Renjun doesn’t help his cause because he only blinks in return.

“Dude! She’s not ‘with Wong Hendery,’” Donghyuck gets up and smacks Renjun across the head once again. “They’re partners on the SMK Trainee Drive. She’s literally been preparing for this for months? Shouldn’t you know this?”

Renjun blinks some more. SMK Trainee Drive? Renjun had heard and personally seen you preparing for interviews and these drives. But somehow a lot of it hadn’t registered in his brain. Once again, probably because he never listened to you well. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was an idiot. He was the biggest idiot on the planet.

Yet right now, he was a smiling idiot whose heart was suddenly filling with hope. “She’s not… with… she’s not with Hendery?” Renjun is embarrassed. He feels so fucking stupid asking this, but he absolutely can’t help the smile spreading across his face.

“She’s literally at the tower right now. She’s been stuck because we went into lockdown whilst she was there. It’s why she couldn’t come and see you. But the highway doesn’t open for another week, so she’ll be stuck till then.” Donghyuck explains, and Renjun feels his heart exploding with joy at every word. He’s pretty sure he’s grinning shamelessly.

“Why do I know more about your girlfriend than you do? Oh wait. It's because 'she's not your girlfriend.’” Donghyuck does a perfectly exaggerated mimicry of Renjun that reminds him of that one SpongeBob meme. On a normal day, he would’ve wanted to smack his friend for doing this. But in this moment, he is all too happy to be the one being smacked and mocked.

Renjun laughs with relief, then finds his laugh fading a bit. “Do you think she’ll forgive me? For everything I did?”

“I don’t know, man. But you wouldn’t know unless you try.” Donghyuck once again states something that should be obvious.

“How do I try if she’s not picking up my calls? And when she won’t even be here for another week?” Renjun sulks a bit but gets smacked in the head again.

“Dude! She literally did everything in the world to help your grandma, and she was in a wholeass different city! She did that all for you! I’m sure you can figure out a simple apology.” Donghyuck has his arms crossed and is now seriously looking agitated with him and it makes Renjun smile.

“She really did that for me?” Renjun asks and he doesn’t even care if he sounds like a cheesy motherfucker. He doesn’t even care he’s being this way in front of Lee Donghyuck who probably won’t let him live it down for the rest of his life.

“Of course she did that for you, you idiot.” Renjun earns another smack at the end of that.

“Does she like me?” Renjun asks like a stupid, hopeful teenage boy.

Donghyuck pretends to gag and moves away in disgust. But then he sees Renjun’s expression and lets out a long, irritated exhale. “Of course she likes you, you dumb fuck.” Renjun gets hit in the head, “Why would she do all of this if she didn’t like you?” Renjun gets another smack, “Oh Lord, please give me the strength to not commit murder. I am not your strongest soldier…” Donghyuck looks up at the sky and Renjun laughs openly, freely and lightly. He feels as if all the knots in his chest are slowly being undone one by one. So he jumps up and tries to tackle and cuddle Donghyuck but he keeps moving away. The two boys run around in the ground, Renjun chasing Donghyuck, trying to attack him with his love while he complains that his hair smells.

And Renjun accepts all his insults with a newly healed heart. You liked him. Despite everything that he’d done to you, you liked him. You had worried about him and done everything in your power to help his grandma. You had kept tabs on her and made sure she was healing even though you were miles away. You liked him, and you weren’t with a new guy and you liked him.

As he walks back towards the hospital with his arm around his best friend’s shoulders, he decides that if it came to it that he had to beg and grovel for your forgiveness, he would happily spend the rest of his life on his knees. Because you liked him and Renjun was never going to let you go ever again.

True to his word (for maybe the first time in your relationship), Renjun spends the rest of the week trying to reach you. Because his apology tour wouldn’t be complete without his most important stop--you.

He calls you so many times; but each time, he only gets to hear the dial tone and the mechanical voice telling him that the user is unreachable at the moment. You never pick up.

But his mind and his spirit is fueled by Donghyuck’s advice, and this time, the advice is a lot more sound and a lot less exploitative. So, Renjun doesn’t give up because he has to make it stick. You had never given up on him. He wasn’t going to give up on you. When he’s sure you won’t pick up his calls, he leaves you a string of messages.

‘Hey, Y/N. I’m trying to call you. Please pick up?’

‘I know you have every right to be mad at me, but I just need a chance to apologize.’

‘I’m seriously the biggest idiot in the world, but I need to tell you that in person.’

‘Okay, I’m coming to you.’

‘Turns out I can’t just negotiate with the police to let me cross the city lines to get to the girl I like.’

‘Y/N, please…’

‘I’m the world’s sorriest and the most embarrassed motherfucker and I need to hear your voice to tell you that.’

‘I am Berry-Berry sorry, and I’m just asking for one chance to get to talk to you.

‘I’m not going to stop, you know?’

He has to admit that his patience is wearing thin. Because he’s trying every method and none of it is working; and also because his pride had never allowed him to beg and grovel to anyone before. It’s a humbling experience, but at the same time, he doesn’t feel burdened by it. This was for you. The girl who had done everything in her power to make him fall. The girl who had given him more love and kindness than anyone else in the world had. The girl who had taken his troubles and worries as her own. So, of course, he had to do everything in his power to earn your forgiveness.

But as he’s sitting in his room, trying to call you for what he’s sure is the twentieth time that day, he hears that your phone has been powered off. For a moment, Renjun feels immensely dispirited. Maybe he had lost you for good. Maybe you never wanted to hear from him ever again. Maybe this is what he deserved.

But in the next moment, Renjun stops himself. No. He wasn’t going to let his mind spiral that way again. He had to think with a good, clear mind. He couldn’t sit around and sulk without knowing he had explored all possible options. He needed to get creative and for that, he needed to think.

He could certainly wait it out till the week was over and when you’d be back. But he wanted to spend each passing minute letting you know that he was trying. So, that wasn’t an option.

Maybe he could look at the map and find some loopholes and secret passageways across the city. Surely, some of them had to be unmanned so he could break the lockdown law and get to you? That would certainly be impactful, being locked up in jail as a grand gesture of an apology. But Renjun was no action hero.

Renjun sits and thinks and thinks and thinks till a light bulb finally goes off. Of course. A grand gesture. He yells into his pillow out of excitement and frustration that he hadn’t thought of this before. If one thing had been established during this time, it was the fact that Renjun was a dumb fuck with a penchant for being blind to the obvious.

He gets up bright and early the next morning and rushes to see your friend at her apartment. He sits beside her as her online class starts, away from the camera view and finds his heart filling with the utmost warmth as he sees your window finally appear on the screen. Even in the tiny box, you looked so freaking beautiful that for a minute, Renjun stops and stares as butterflies take over his belly. But he taps his cheek to get himself to focus. He was here on a mission.

He waits for the class to begin before he slides himself into view next to your friend and types out a message on the chat that had taken him all night to prepare. He hits ‘Send to Everyone’ and waits.

And thankfully, the professor--miraculously the same professor who had done this the very first time all that time ago--stops to read it out,

“This might be a long shot, but Y/N L/N, do you think you can find it in your heart to give me another chance?” he begins, squinting his eyes slightly in confusion as he reads on, then smiling as realization hits. “Well, that’s certainly not a question from Ms. Kim Minjeong, I can tell you that.” he jokes and waits because as it had before, this has piqued the students’ interest.

Renjun watches as your pretty eyes widen. He watches them skirt across your screen, seemingly looking for the cause of the commotion. He watches the moment of realization hitting your pretty face. And he waits.

“Well, Ms. Y/N L/N, are you going to put the young man out of his misery?” the professor jokes kindly and Renjun thinks he might die from the anticipation.

And then, he watches as you move to unmute yourself.

“Yeah, I guess I could give him another chance,” you say nonchalantly which earns you a round of applause and hoots from all other windows. Because college students will always love dramatic antics.

The professor calls the class back to attention and Renjun sits back in his chair, grinning like an idiot because the girl he had fallen for had given him another chance.

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notnctu · 5 years ago

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nct by the hour❀

▸ in which each member represents an hour of your extremely long day. its a similar concept to all the different people you encounter on a daily basis. read in chronological order!

▸[a/n] it’s author doie❀! inspired by @okmica‘s nct as types of boys ; im sorry u got notified twice bc i accidentally posted my draft lolol,, but anyways ur post absolutely butters my toast hehe idk what i wrote honestly lol

RENJUN ▸ 4:02 a.m

your own personal alarm clock, light pats on your shoulder and tiny whispers, stumbles in the dark, takes off his warm hoodie to slip onto you, leaves your door open, places a granola bar for you on the kitchen counter, the first smile of your day

HENDERY▸ 5:06 a.m

a burst of energy ride to work, brings you freshly squeezed orange juice, plays upbeat music, is overly excited to start the day, points out the sunrise, takes the scenic route bc it makes you happy

KUN ▸ 6:03 a.m

the calm and collected shift lead, greets you with good morning without a fail, goes over the work breakdown with enthusiasm, notices you did something different with your hair, says you’re his best employee

XIAOJUN ▸ 7:09 a.m

a quiet company during work prep, silently takes care of the coffee machinery, counts the money so you don’t have to, soft chuckles when arranging the display pastries, tired gazes, mutual hatred for morning shifts

JOHNNY ▸ 8:00 a.m

the very attractive regular who always gets black coffee, remembers your name, engages in small talk, touches finger tips when you give him his drink, tips $10 every time, wishes you a good day

YANGYANG ▸ 9:10 a.m

always takes up the corner of the shop, scatters his textbooks on two tables, gets awfully shy when you offer him a pastry, pushes his glasses up every three seconds, orders hot chocolate, talks to you when there are no customers in line

TAEIL ▸ 10:13 a.m

asks you for recommendations, holds up the line, compliments the pins on your apron, goes by the alias ‘moon’, is a rewards member, quirky conversations about the weather, hopes to see you tomorrow

JISUNG ▸ 11:01 a.m

the new trainee that nods to everything you teach him, fumbles with the espresso machine, doesn’t talk much, pouts whenever he messes up, thinks you’re the best at explanations, gets nervous when you don’t have the same shifts, admires you deeply

MARK ▸ 12:15 p.m

your break buddy who works next door, smells like pizza dough, shares his slice with you, always thankful that you bring him a drink, funny stories about customers, heavy sighs when break is over, never wants to leave you

CHENLE ▸ 1:00 p.m

the cheerful employee who takes your spot at the end of your shift, screams your name out of pure joy of seeing you, begs you not to go, dramatic wails of disappointment, excitedly waves goodbye over the cash register

YUTA ▸ 2:05 p.m

works at your local grocery store, helps you get something from the top shelf, throws in a bag of free candy bc he likes you, asks about how you are, gives you store discount, always acknowledges that you smell like coffee, carries your groceries to your car

JUNGWOO ▸ 3:20 p.m

the spunky waiter at your favorite restaurant, always puts your order in before you arrive, beaming smiles the moment you walk through the door, hugs you quickly, thinks you look cute today, ushers you out urgently with a small pat on your head

JAEMIN ▸ 4:03 p.m

cuddles you while you two nap, runs his fingers through your hair gently, forehead kisses, rubs circles on your shoulder, makes sure you fall asleep first, draws you into his side, forgets to set an alarm

WINWIN ▸ 5:30 p.m

misses you during lecture, rolls his eyes when he hands you his notes, grumbles about you owing him snacks, sarcastic jokes about you oversleeping, important due dates, walks you to your next class, attentively listens to your troubles

HAECHAN ▸ 6:12 p.m

takes you out to new restaurants for dinner, orders way too much, gossips about your mutuals, feeds you small spoonful bites, remembers your favorite kinds of foods, jokes playfully about how you have poor taste buds, covers the bill and doesn’t let you pay him back

JENO ▸ 7:07 p.m

the cute club leader who makes announcements, makes an effort to introduce himself personally, firm handshakes, notices you from across the room, very surface level conversations, notable eye smile that makes him even cuter, wants to get to know you better

DOYOUNG ▸ 8:03 p.m

your study buddy who hasn’t left the library since the morning, offers his jacket so you don’t get cold, proudly shows you his full set of completed flashcards, ruffles your hair whenever you rest against the table, clearly claims that he adores you, silently loves your company

JAEHYUN ▸ 9:06 p.m

the familiar handsome stranger who always meets you in the elevator, presses all the floors to spend more time with you, flashes his dimples in hopes to charm you, awkwardly sparks up a conversation, politely asks if you’d want to hang out sometime

TEN ▸ 10:00 p.m

steals you away from your studies to get ice cream, doesn’t hesitate to order your favorite flavor for you, tries to bite from your cone, always tells you to get plenty of rest, playful giggles when he teases you about your love life, wishes you had more time for him

LUCAS ▸ 11:02 p.m

the party animal who never fails to invite you over, respects your decision to not drink tonight, still comically asks you to dance with him, hypes up your awful moves, thinks you’re the most fun to be around, can be himself with you

TAEYONG ▸ 12:00 a.m

the open arms you love coming home to, readily available to hear about your entire day, gets the water started for you, droopy eyes and long yawns, tucks you into bed, holds you until you fall asleep, softly closes your door on his way out, the last smile of your day

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mistymark · 5 years ago

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VIGILANTE/S III

part three // 2.4k words // superpowered!au // series masterlist

summary; in which you consider yourself somewhat of a vigilante.

warnings; mentions of blood, depiction of some violence

notes; I can't write fight scenes for shit but I hope this makes some sense x

You’ve only had about 5 hours of sleep, but Doyoung’s voice in your head is enough to get you moving in the morning. Other than the repeated “wake up” and shouts of your name, you swear you can hear him laughing. It’s not something you expected to hear, but the sound is comforting.

You slide a simple long-sleeve shirt over your head and a pair of Donghyuck’s sweatpants up your legs, tightening the drawstrings as tight as you can and trying not to think about the fact that you are wearing a dead man’s clothes. When you walk down the corridor to the main part of the warehouse, you feel a power you hadn’t before and you realise just how thick the walls between the bedrooms are when you’re overwhelmed by the power coming from a few doors down. The familiar dull ache of power you felt around Supers had been dimmed within your room, reducing the amount of power you could feel when you were inside.

You want to pry, to see what it is, but you ignore the surge of power that beckons you and continue on your journey to find breakfast.

Jaehyun is back in his office, back from his late-night trip, and his eyes meet yours through the transparent glass of his office as he listens to Johnny.

A few of the other team members are already awake, sitting at an absurdly long table and eating their breakfasts. The sight of these dangerous killers eating their chocolate-flavoured cereal almost makes you laugh.

“You’re new,” one of them says, as if it weren’t obvious. You’d seen him last night.

“Yeah.”

“So, what? You’re a part of the team now?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I’m Jaemin.”

“I’m-”

Your gaze is lifted to Johnny, who had just exited Jaehyun’s office, and your mouth drops open. He’s holding a gun, aiming it straight at Jaemin, who hasn’t even turned around in his seat yet. Before you can warn him, Johnny shoots and you expect the boy beside you to – well – die, but instead, he vanishes. The bullet flies past you, missing your arm by a few inches. You look from where he’d just been sitting to Johnny in shock, only to see Jaemin standing in front of him, the gun Johnny had been holding now pointing directly at him in a menacing way. Super speed.

“Very nice,” Johnny nods, approvingly. “You’re getting faster.” He raises a hand, and a stopwatch dangles from his fingers. Jaemin gently takes the stopwatch from Johnny’s hand and tosses him the gun, smiling at the time displayed across the tiny screen. You hadn’t expected someone so dangerous to have such an innocent smile.

If you were being honest, you had yet to recover from the shock. Madmen. All of them.

Trying to hide the fact you’re still attempting to catch your breath, you look to the boy emerging from the dark hall, his hair a mess and deep bags under his eyes. “Morning,” he greets, though he barely looks towards the table as he walks through the room to Jaehyun’s office. As soon as he steps inside, the walls darken to their opaque grey, and you’re forced to look away.

“Training begins in an hour,” Johnny nods at the two other boys who have just stepped into the room as he makes his way down the corridor.

“Do you know how to fight?”

You turn to the person asking. You’d seen him last night, too. His black hair falls over his eyes, but you can still tell his eyes could probably turn people to stone. Yet the feature that catches your eye is his hands, bruised and bloody even in the morning.

He cracks a sadistic smile when he notices you staring at his hands, “You won’t be fighting me, don’t worry.”

You offer him a polite smile back, opting to answer his question, “No, I don’t know how to fight.”

He shrugs, turning back to his bowl of cereal, “Johnny’s a good trainer. You’ll catch up.” He pauses a moment, then frowns, “Who are you?” He looks at you from the corner of his eye as he spoons a mouthful of cereal into his mouth.

“Y/n.”

“Jeno.” He says the name like he has no attachment to it, and you wonder if he’s lying. Part of you wonders if you should have lied about your name, too.

“Good morning,” one of the newcomers sits across from you. His tone neither implies that it is a good morning nor it is otherwise – monotonous. The other doesn’t even spare you a glance as he sits down at the end of the table. Jaemin sits down again, dropping into the seat between yourself and Jeno. They begin talking about training, and you try to pick up as many clues about them as possible.

“Is Doyoung training with us?” Jaemin asks, and you subconsciously look at him. Ever since he’d blocked you from using his power, you couldn’t feel his presence anymore, the surge of power that came from him. You were no longer able to tell when he was around.

“Jaehyun has him running an errand.” The way Jeno says it makes you think Doyoung’s not picking up the dry cleaning or going grocery shopping.

“Who?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. Someone from the Den.” Definitely not grocery shopping.

One by one the boys leave, Chenle – Jaemin referred to him as such – departs without uttering a word, though he’d been silent during breakfast, anyway, so you weren’t expecting anything. The boy who had greeted you, Mark, at least had the decency to nod as he left, even if it was somewhat awkward.

Jeno and Jaemin leave together, and you can hear Jaemin laughing loudly down the corridor, though Jeno remains quiet. When you’re sat alone at the table, playing with the leftover food on your plate, Jaehyun emerges from his office. The walls are still dark, and you wonder if the other Super is still in there.

He’s dressed in another pressed suit, though this one is a dark blue. The colour looks good on him. He sits across from you, but he doesn’t make any move to eat. You knew he’d been out later than you last night, and had less sleep than you, yet it was impossible to tell. He didn’t look the least bit tired.

“Good morning,” he says, stiffly, and part of you wonder if he’s uncomfortable.

“Morning,” you respond, though it sounds more like a question.

He clears his throat, “I’m sorry I won’t be able to oversee your training today.” The way he speaks makes you remember what you’d seen in his mind last night – his upbringing. You try not to think about it, feeling invasive.

You raise an eyebrow, “Do you normally oversee training?”

“When we get a new recruit, yes. I like to see what I’m working with.”

You shovel another forkful of food into your mouth, “You know what I can do.”

“Escapism and combat are two different things.”

You pause as you chew. Pointing your fork at him, you shake your head, “You don’t think I could have taken you down last night?”

“You were weak and desperate. Definitely not.”

You’re taken aback by his words. He’s clearly not one for sugar coating.

“Don’t tell the rest of the team what your ability is.”

“What?”

“Let them find out for themselves. You’re weaker, slower and less experienced. You need the advantage.”

You stand up, taking your plate to the sink you’d seen the others put their dishes in. “I’ll be fine on my own, thank you.” You leave him sitting at the table, making your way back to the room you’d been shown to last night.

Somehow, you’d gotten used to the bloody sight, and changed into training clothes without a thought. Jaehyun’s words rolled around in your head as you prepared for training.

“Welcome to training,” Johnny claps his hands together. He’s standing in the large ring in the centre of the warehouse while you and the others stand outside. It’s bigger than most fighting rings, but it’s the standard size for Super fights. It looks exactly like the one in the Den, and the thought almost makes you shudder. “Jeno, you’re up.”

Jeno steps up into the ring, and you watch as they back away from each other, and Johnny presses a button on the outside of one of the posts. A large analogue clock blinks to life on the wall opposite you, its bright red letters beginning to count the seconds that pass. Jeno begins to circle around the ring dangerously.

“10 on Jeno,” Jaemin whispers. When you look to him in shock, he smiles, though he doesn’t look back at you. His eyes are trained on the dangerous dance in the ring.

When you don’t say anything, he glances down at you quickly, “You don’t think Johnny can win?”

You watch them for a moment, and you can feel their power. Super strength versus precognition. Jeno has a physical advantage, but Johnny has his own advantage.

“I don’t know,” you answer truthfully. Just as those words leave your mouth, Jeno lunges at Johnny and suddenly the ring is a blur of punches and dodges.

“Word to the wise,” Jaemin begins, as he watches his friend in the ring. Jeno’s strong but Johnny’s fast, easily dodging the onslaught of punches coming from the fighter. Just as Jeno goes to punch Johnny in the face, a punch that would knock him out for hours, most likely, Johnny swiftly dodges, grabs and slams Jeno’s body down against the floor. “Johnny always wins.”

You stare in silence as Jeno lets his head rest against the floor in defeat, his chest heaving with the exertion.

“Johnny can see what you’re going to do the second you think about it. It’s not so much fighting to win as it is fighting for your own survival.”

Jeno slides out of the ring with a huff, the hair hanging over his forehead sweaty. Shaking it out of his face, he disappears down the corridor, and you hear the distinct noise of someone punching something and an unexpected metallic sound.

“Is that it? Is he done?” You watch him disappear before looking to Jaemin in surprise.

“Nah, he’s training by himself. He’s trying to increase his strength.” Jaemin laughs when you raise your eyebrows. His gaze shifts to Johnny, who is cooling down after the fight while writing something in a notebook at the edge of the ring. “Johnny knows he can fight, he rarely trains with us.”

“Y/n, your turn.”

You look at Jaemin and he offers a smile, though it looks more like a cringe. He can’t hide the concern on his face, and you begin to realise that he’s the only one here who can’t hide his emotions like the rest. Chenle and Mark watch as you step into the ring, and you can feel their eyes on you, though they offer no support. At least Jaemin had the decency to look worried.

Johnny’s taken off his shirt, and you gulp at the sight of the scars and bruises that decorate his body. He’s a fighter through and through, and he’s intimidatingly large. He hunkers down, moving lightly on his toes as he watches you. You’ve never had any official training, but you’ve had your fair share of fistfights. Granted, they barely lasted ten seconds, and Jeno had spent minutes in here. Matching Johnny’s pose, you step sideways around the ring.

He watches you, analysing your movement. He doesn’t make a move towards you. He’s playing defence, not offense. He won’t move unless you do.

You step forward and swing, and he easily blocks it, and before you know it, you’re on the floor.

“Up. Again.” He turns around, waiting for you to stand and wipes his forehead once before returning to his original position.

Over and over again, every time you try and attack him, he easily deflects and overpowers you. The screen on the wall continues to count upwards. Johnny can see what you’re going to do the second you think about it.Jaemin’s words echo in your mind as you stand up for the tenth time. Your body aches in places you didn’t even know existed, and you can taste blood in your mouth. You ready yourself once again.

The only way you’re going to beat him is if you don’t think, you realise. Then, another thought crosses your mind. You move around the ring, light on your feet. Johnny mirrors your movements, and it looks like some kind of sick dance.

You think about punching him. Landing it, this time. As you move forward, Johnny moves to defend himself, ready for the punch he’s already seen coming. Yet, your fist doesn’t even come close to his body. You draw on Jaemin’s power to dart behind Johnny. The familiar sensation of power runs through your body as you draw on the boys’ abilities. The ball of fire you conjure leaves your hand and hits him square in the back. With a yell, he drops to the floor. The clock above you stops timing, and flashes brightly. Your turn is over.

The fire diminishes within a second, leaving no trace of smoke. The skin of Johnny’s back is red, but he isn’t burnt. Outside the ring, Chenle’s hands are raised, his eyes wide. He’d tried to remove the heat from the flames as soon as he’d seen the fireball.

It takes Johnny a moment to collect himself as he stands, but he doesn’t look at you, “Y/n. Out. Mark.” He cocks his head to something behind him, and Mark steps into ring. When you turn to exit, there’s fire in Chenle’s eyes as he stares at you.

You don’t know what to do when you leave, so you just stand beside Jaemin again. He’s speechless, staring at you with his mouth open. You notice Johnny nod at Chenle in thanks, before he starts the timer again, facing Mark.

Jaemin somehow finds his voice, “What the fuck was that?”

“I suck at hand-to-hand combat,” you respond, though your voice is shaky.

“So you decide to roast your trainer?”

“That’s not how you do things here?” Your attempt at humour lands successfully, and your uneasiness is settled when he cracks a smile, though it’s only a small one.

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sjabe · 7 years ago

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Ugh this was suppose to be under 1k but I failed. This is the smallest word count ever for me, I think. It also took me forever to get this out, sorry. Anyway, thanks to @xxanimeliaxx for suggesting this I finally got it out and I'm sorry it's not on all of the NCT China line but I'll get the rest of them out. What I had in mind didn't work out so I hope this is ok, if not then let me know and I'll definitely rewrite it for you. Also there's no read more thing because I'm posting on mobile so to the people who will get angry, come at me that I suck for posting something long and not adding a read more thing I'm perfectly ok with it. Ok I'm done for now, bye!!

A/N: This is based off of Kun showing the NCT members his card tricks only this time he's showing his brothers and his parents Jongdae and Yixing and also he's 5 years old. Yes this is a pairing thing. Bye.

Kun

"Appa I did it!!" The little 5 year old yelled as he finally figured out the magic trick. Yixing has sent some presents home for the kids, resulting in Kun receiving a magic kit so he's been playing with the set all week trying to figure out this trick. It involved some magical black box and some metal rings that Jongdae couldn't understand or even begin to explain to his son so he settled for Yixing to explain on how it's supposed to be done over a video call. It was over a week ago when they last communicated with each other, so today was the day that Yixing officially comes home and Kun was going to show his papa that he learned the magic trick and could do it by himself.

As soon as Yixing walks through the front door, he's getting jumped on by not only his kids but by Jongdae too, all 6 of them tumbling down to the floor. There's a lot of yelling for Yixing's attention, kissing and tugging, but what Yixing wants the most is his and Jongdae's bed where they could all lay down together, with his kids cuddling beside him or on top of him, the thing he's missed most of all while being gone. When they get to the room and they all jump on the bed, Jongdae and Yixing lay together while Chenle and Renjun sit on top of Yixing to play with him. It's mainly Yixing trying to catch the boy's fingers in his mouth but the babies are seeing it as a game so he's playing along. Sicheng decides to lay on top of Jongdae getting really comfortable while Jongdae runs his fingers through Sicheng's hair. Kun ran off to his and Sicheng's room to get his magic set to show his papa the trick he's been working so hard on and everyone is excited to see it.

"Papa, appa, and my teeny brothers, I would like to show you my trick. Anyone want to help me?" Kun asks, smiling immediately when his baby brother Chenle jumps up from his place with his hand high in the air. "Chenle, please come up." Kun instructs as he watches Chenle crawl across the bed towards him, opening his arms when Chenle gets close to carry him off and put him down on the floor. Both Jongdae and Yixing laugh as Chenle is waving at them and is giggling, putting his small hands over his mouth to stop himself from giggling, but he can't help it when he's so excited that he gets to help out with the trick.

"My, my, my. What a handsome assistant you got there." Jongdae says out loud to cause Chenle to blush and giggle some more.

"I'll say. The magician is handsome also, wouldn't you agree?" Yixing adds, making Kun blush as well but passes it off when Renjun gets close to Yixing's face asking him if he's handsome too. "Of course Renjunie and Sichengie are handsome too, right appa?"

"Of course, my babies are all handsome. Handsome and really really intelligent." Jongdae says as he presses a kiss on top of Renjun's head then smooths his hair down to fix it. He suddenly asks them if they know what the word intelligent means, all four boys raising their hand to get picked so they can answer. Yixing is impressed though because the word intelligent isn't really in most kids vocabulary, so for all of his kids to raise their hands, which includes Sicheng, makes him feel really proud of them and at Jongdae for teaching their kids. "How about we say it at the same time?" Jongdae asks and all 4 kids get ready to yell out the answer. When Jongdae counts to three all of them yell out their responses, Yixing smiles so big at them impressed by their answers that he decides to kiss each of them as their reward including the one who taught them.

"Ok, ok, ok let's move on. Kun wanted to show us his trick. Still want to show us?" Yixing asks him, immediately pulling away from the kiss knowing damn well that he can stay lip locked with Jongdae even longer if they don't stop. Jongdae just laughs, pulling Renjun down on his lap so they can now watch the trick.

"Papa and appa! Sichengie and Renjunie! I present to you my magic trick." Kun adds a bow at the end, Chenle following along after. Both parents smile at how cute their sons are being, a little dramatic but it's cute and they love it just as much. "Oh and please clap for my helper, Chenle." Kun adds a little tickle to Chenle's chubby tummy to make him laugh again, the audience members clapping and cheering for the assistant as well. Kun then begins the magic trick mostly showing off the card tricks he learned instead of using the supplies that came in the magic kit Yixing sent him. Jongdae shares a look with Yixing wondering how and where Kun learned the trick he's about to do when he hasn't seen him do it before and it was not in the magic set at all. They decide to just watch and see what he's about to do.

Kun mostly does a "pick a card" kind of magic tricks, almost all the time finding the card that Chenle picks out. Jongdae and Yixing can't help but show surprise the whole time because how exactly did Kun learn those tricks? The magic set had nothing but a fake wand, some metal rings and a black box that to Jongdae's understanding it's used to make things disappear and so far all of Kun's tricks are card tricks. When he does use the black box to make Baba the Lion, Chenle's stuffed lion, disappear, he fails but he's not upset about it. He admits that he has trouble using that box, bows and declares his show over, everyone clapping for him at the end. He smiles so wide and runs to Yixing to finally jump on the bed and cuddle with his papa asking him if he enjoyed the show.

"I loved it. You're really good at magic, Kun. Maybe one day you'll get a letter to go to wizarding school." Yixing says making Kun laugh as he knows that will never happen but he's glad that his papa liked the show. "But we have to ask. Where did you learn those card tricks? They weren't in the magic box I sent you."

Kun sits up and looks at his parents. He wants to see if he'll get in trouble if he tells them but Kun has always been honest with them so with a pout he tells them. "They were in the magic box."

"The magic box? The one where everything came in or another one?" Jongdae asks now curious what box Kun is referring to.

"The black box. When I tried to use it the first time I couldn't because it was stuck and then when I tried again it opened and the magic cards came out. It was like magic!"

"Ok this is weird." Jongdae admits as Yixing nods. "Can I see the box, baby?" Jongdae asks Kun who just nods and let's his appa get the box to see it himself. "Do you still have the box it came in?" Jongdae asks again, this time Kun has to think about it because he remembers keeping the box but he's not sure if he put it somewhere or he ended up throwing it out.

"I'll go look." He says instead and gets off the bed to go look. The others want to help too so they all get down to go search, Chenle getting some help from his appa to be put down since he can't quite reach the floor yet.

"Can you check this?" Jongdae asks as he hands the box to Yixing. "There's something there that you have to press but I can't get it to open." Yixing checks the box himself finding what Jongdae was talking about but he can't get the box to open either. There's some tab they have to press to reveal the secret compartment to hide the stuff there but it's stuck so it's no wonder Kun admitted that he can't do this trick because it's hard to press, but for him to later open it and have it reveal some cards doesn't sit right with the both of them. The kids then come back with the box in hand, handing it to Jongdae to see for himself and sure enough the picture on the box shows that it doesn't have any cards there. "Can you read this?" He asks Yixing to translate as the words are in Mandarin.

"It says there's a magical item inside the box, so I'm guessing the magical item are the cards but the instructions doesn't reveal any card tricks and how to do them."

"It doesn't mention how you open the box either?"

"No. I think you have to use the wand." Yixing adds, searching the bed for the wand

when Sicheng hands it to him. “Thank you, Sichengie.” Sicheng smiles at his papa then gets close to see what his papa will do. When Yixing taps the wand on the black box the compartment suddenly opens up revealing nothing inside but the space it has to put whatever they want in it. “I guess the first time Kun tried to use it he didn’t have the wand in hand.”

“Still, there’s no instructions inside and the instruction booklet doesn’t say anything about card tricks, so Kun… Did you learn the card tricks all by yourself?” Kun nods, somewhat afraid that his parents will get angry at him. “Wow Kun! That’s amazing! How did you figure it out?” Jongdae asks, pulling Kun closer to hug and kiss him and reassure him that he won’t get in trouble.

“When you let us watch tv, the man showed us how and I remembered how to do it.”

“Wow! Seriously? That’s great that you remembered. You’re going to be a great magician some day. Only my intelligent sons can do something as amazing as that. I’m proud of you.” Yixing said as he pulled Kun into a hug to show him how proud he really is of him. Kun can’t help but smile and feel proud of himself that he trusted his gut and learned the card tricks instead of doing the box trick. With the reactions he received from his parents and his brothers, Kun now feels that he’ll be able to bring a little magic in their lives if he decides to keep it up, and that’s exactly what he does.

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