#nct reader insert

[sweetiechenle]

halo 𖦹 haechan

pairing: non-idol!collegestudent!mean!haechan x afab!collegestudent!reader

summary: you know haechan is not good for you but you just keep coming back

warnings: mdni 18+ only, angst, hurt, barely any comfort, haechan is toxic and a liar and a manipulator, reader is :/ someone help them, sex scenes, cursing, mentions of drinking/smoking, name-calling (not the nice kind), this is a toxic relationship and if u relate to any of this pls remember help is out there! fiction ≠ reality, i do not believe he would act like this irl, he is just a character in my story.

♬⋆.˚ now playing .ᐟ 'halo' by cage the elephant

you knew i couldnt help myself i had to lay low

you never had trouble making friends, but after a while it felt like chore. mundane conversations made with strangers at school, your job, parties your best friend mark would drag you to occasionally. when you told mark you had the weekend off you knew you fucked up, he began to pled, almost getting on his knees to accompany him to this party 'the coolest people in class' were throwing was his words. you rolled your eyes saying 'i’ll think about it' that was wednesday and as friday crept closer you knew youd have to give him an answer soon.

drinking was never fun for you, always blacking out and throwing up somewhere, or worst, on someone, which mark and renjun would never let you live down. so, you became the designated driver, only when you felt like it. however, you still had fun hanging out with your friends drinking or not, mark never left you alone for too long and renjun would always dance with you when asked. you preferred seeing your friends outside of partying which was never a problem for anyone in your group, you wouldn't call yourself innocent, just someone who wanted a more calm environment.

'please come with me, it won't be fun without you' mark sat on the couch in your studio apartment. you stood opposite of him, right in front of the tv. rolling your eyes at him, he was looking around you trying to see his show playing. 'could you move?'

'could you be a little bit nicer? you're the one trying to get ME to do something' folding your arms you move to sit next to him. he sighed and threw his head up to look at the ceiling for a second, he turned off the tv and moved his body towards you. 'y/n would you please come with me to this party? I think there are a couple of people there who you would like actually…' he nudged you, 'jeno will be there, his friend is actually hosting it' you gave him a little smile at hearing your crushes name, but everyone liked jeno.

'hmm, while i don't think jeno would actually talk to me, i guess i have nothing else better to do with my time, just promise you wont leave me' you begged your best friend.

he smiled and took out his pinky finger, presenting it to you, 'i promise' you grabbed it with your own, sealing your fate for the weekend.

you hurried to get ready, opting for high-waisted jean shorts and a simple crop top, something cute to make you fit in, not to grab too much attention. mark was waiting for you on your couch, occasionally shouting out that you both needed to leave soon. finishing up your make up you told mark that you would meet him in the car. it was a deal that he would drive you both there and you would drive back, with him probably drunk and/or high. making your way downstairs and outside, saw him in the driver's seat, ready to take off. once you sat down he was already driving, 'why are we rushing? we actually have plenty of time to get there'

mark sighed, obviously nervous, “well I met these guys the other day and they seem really cool, i just don't want to blow it, you know?' you didnt 'i just want to be their friend, for all of us' you noticed how his knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel. in one of marks classes he was paired up with jeno, who was part of one of the most popular groups in the whole college, a group he wanted to be a part of, and when jeno invited him to a party he knew he couldn't fuck up his chances.

'mark, relax and just be yourself, i'm sure they'll like you. you're like the coolest person i know' you tried to reassure him. he rolled his shoulders back and loosened his grip, trying to clear his mind of anxiety, 'you know i'm nervous too' your words caught him off guard, 'the only person i'll probably know there is you, and maybe renjun if he shows up' he nodded realizing he wasn't the only one freaking out.

the car stopped outside of a little townhouse, you figured a couple of college guys lived there together, there was no way only one person could own something like that in a town so expensive. 'alright, i think this is chenle’s house' turns out only one guy did live there.

it was dark when you entered, and there was a lot of people already there. the music was alarmingly high, but if the person who lived here could afford it then they probably paid the neighbors not to mind too much for one night. you stood behind mark awkwardly, watching as he said hi’s to people you didn't know, he tried to introduce you to which you waved and gave a small introduction. that was until he found jeno along with some other guy, just the four of you in the small kitchen, it was unbearably hot and you wondered if they could see how red your cheeks were.

'y/n' mark started, you broke your gaze from the cherry cabinets and looked at your best friend, 'this is jeno and his friend haechan' you gave them a small small and wave trying to give your most confident ‘hi’. they were so cute, but your focus remained on jeno the most.

'it's nice to meet you, y/n' jeno said before his other friend could, who continued to stare at you, without another word the dark-haired male turned to your best friend, 'want to play beer pong?' you almost laughed telling him you'd come and watch later as mark turned to you for the okay.

when you came to watch them later (after asking multiple people where the table was for beer pong) you found it and mark was already chugging a beer with jeno by his side. giggling you told mark to slow down or he would be passed out within the next hour, jeno just smirked beside you, throwing his arms over the both of you as mark finished his drink. you stopped laughing as jeno yelled over the blaring music, 'we're just getting started my friends'. mark let out a laugh of his own which forced some laughter out of you, you looked from his face to across the table. you remembered him as jeno's friend, haechan, staring at you with pointed eyes and a thin lip, no hints of laughter.

'here drink this' mark said handing you a red cup with clear liquor swirling around, it smelled like alcohol and you grimaced but took it anyways, 'trust me, there's barely any vodka in there, it will help you wind down a little' annoyed by his statement you took a sip and closed your eyes, trying to keep it all down. he walked away to where jeno was, now sitting with a big group.

'not tasty enough? or would you prefer the wine worth hundreds of dollars we save only for goody-goody’s like you?' you turned at the unexpectant guest, raising your eyebrows at the comment. breath hitching in your throat finding jeno's friend, haechan, standing before you.

'excuse me?' you almost spit out the second sip you'd taken, not from the bitter taste but the way he spoke.

'you heard me, you don't have to drink it if you think you are too good for it' he lifted up his eyebrow in question, giving you a slight smirk.

his behavior confused you, but deciding to play along, 'it could be worse, but could be better' you said putting down the cup.

before you could leave, another man entered the room right behind haechan, he slapped his back, making the shorter man jump, 'sorry, he's an asshole'

you smiled in amusement and watched haechan turn to argue with the other boy, you left the room to find mark. you asked if he was ready to leave but he said something about the party just starting, rolling your eyes you asked if he could at least dance with you. he reluctantly agreed, getting up from the couch, he took your hand and led you to the dance floor. you had tried to get jeno's attention by sneaking looks at him, but obviously was a bad plan as he never took notice of your existence even in such a small place. you looked back at mark and to your surprise he wasn't there anymore but haechan, you stood ready to get away from him. he took your arm in his hand, “don't leave, let's dance” you hesitated, but to not make things awkward you agreed. trying to move along with the beat you felt him against you, getting closer. feeling his hot breath on your ear you shuddered, 'staring at jeno isn't going to make him want you… as if he would ever want anyone like you' turning towards him, he stared down at you like dry grass burning from the sun, you could tell something was up. before you could say anything else he grabbed your hips and turned so your back was now touching his front, he moved you along to the music. 'you think you're so innocent' he whispered, 'you should come upstairs with me, i can make you forget all about jeno' so that's what it was, you came to the conclusion that he was acting like this because he liked you(?) and was jealous. the puzzle was hard to put together in your mind, but before you could think another thought about it, the brown-haired boy was tugging you upstairs to an empty room.

it was dark and only the moonlight shone through the window, illuminating only small parts on his face. you noticed some moles and if the circumstances were different you'd comment on how cute they were. caught by surprise in a split second his lips were on yours, kissing you feverishly like his life depended on it, you tried to keep up with the speed, kissing him back almost instantly. he would move down to your neck and bite slightly making you gasp and moan, just as he said, making you forget all about jeno. you watched as his hand slid down your pants and into your underwear, you gasped as he played with you. suddenly embarrassed you hid your face in the crook of his neck, giving him little butterfly kisses as you tried to hold back your moans. 'do you like that?' he huffed in your ear, not stopping his movements. you nodded, whimpering as you tried to reach your high, 'use your words bitch' he hissed going slower to try and make you suffer.

'i like it' you muttered, he went back to his steady pace, going faster when he noticed your legs shaking a little, a couple seconds later you came on his fingers, coming down from your high you sighed and tried to catch your breath. he took his hand out of your pants and held his fingers in front of your face 'suck' he demanded.

'will you call me tomorrow?' you blurted, maybe he did like you and this was just his crazy way of getting your attention.

'no, now suck' he imposed. reluntantly you took his fingers in your mouth, cleaning yourself off of him. after you were done, he stood getting ready to leave you in the room, before opening the door he turned to you still sitting on the bed, 'i'll ask mark for your number'

he didn't call you the next day or the next week, you'd occasionally see him around campus, with his friend group, and sometimes even with mark. you didn't tell mark about what happened between the two of you at the party out of pure embarrassment. mark doesn't even remember leaving you on the dance floor, to begin with. you wanted to forget about haechan, and let him go, but there was something about that night the way he made you feel, uneasy but grounded at the same time. It was a feeling someone else would call you insane if you ever tried to explain it out loud.

just as you thought you were over it, a random text came through your phone on a lonely saturday night reading: 'it's haechan, wanna come over?' you knew you didn't have to go but you did anyways. getting in your car you clicked his address on your phone and drove straight to his apartment. he buzzed you into the building and you made your way upstairs, opting only to dress in sweats and a matching hoodie. he opened the door with a smile, something you weren't really used to seeing yet, but devilishly handsome none-the-less. he led you to his bedroom, a modest size. you moved to the end of the bed, playing with the strings on your hoodie, the air now becoming awkward. you felt a dip next to you and turned towards him, he leaned in for a kiss, much like the night a week ago. you silently complied, kissing him slowly.

he stopped halfway, 'why are you holding back? come on y/n don't act all innocent now, you were the one who asked me to text you,' you winced, he was right.

you faltered, trying not to look him in the eyes, 'i've never done anything like this before, like um… sex' the room felt big and you got smaller under his stare.

he let out a lifeless laugh, 'i'm going to ruin you' he said more to himself. the night ended with you in bed with him, nothing going further than foreplay as you told him you weren't ready yet, but he was willing to wait. haechan wanted to break your innocence, it became a mission to break your facade of someone who acted like they were too good for everyone around them, he knew that deep down you were no better than him.

'i like you y/n, but we can't be seen out together in public, you know mark is a part of our friend group somewhat, and if he finds out about us, i don't think he would like that too much, you know since he's your best friend and all' haechan explained as to why you couldn't tell anyone about your relationship, no way was he being sincere but you didn't have to know that.

you blushed 'I like you too, haechan' you took a mental note when your words made him smile, which just set your heart ablaze. 'yeah, i don't think mark would be too happy about us right now, maybe we should wait a while before we tell him' haechan smiled, getting you right where he wanted.

after a while, you left and went back home, giddy and feeling nothing but joy in your heart. a couple of nights a week it would be the same routine, haechan would call you to come over and you would end up in the same place, under him and in his bed. there was a handful of times you would go out to eat ramen at some random convenience stores outside of town, you never questioned him when he didn't hold your hand even when no one was around. sometimes he was sweet, cuddling into you in bed after an intimate moment or when he asked you if you wanted to stay and watch a movie. other times you'd get done in bed and he'd bluntly ask when you were leaving, you figured he was probably tired.

it didn't help that at times when you and mark would hang out with his new friend group, haechan would act like he never even knew you, but ‘it was for the best’ reminding yourself. it almost slipped to everyone while playing video games together and jeno was on your team, you both had gotten too invested in the game. hugging when you won and arms around you for comfort when you lost, to haehcan jeno was getting way too close for comfort. he continuously asked to switch partners, you thought it was cute, but it just made everyone confused as to why haechan wanted you as a partner so bad. your smile faltered when he answered 'she's terrible! obviously needs someone else to help her win, i think it should be me' his comment pushed a pin through your heart, so you didn't answer his call that night, but of course, you couldn't help yourself. after he texted continuously, trying to tell you it was the best way to get the others off of your backs and not to suspect anything, you agreed to go see him.

after months of back and forth with haechan, you were content with where you were with him. you were sitting in the library on campus one night, there were not a lot of students around, but it was a smaller school to begin with so at any given point there was never really anyone around. never being one to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but when haechan's name was said multiple times between two girls sitting nearby, you just had to listen in. you couldn't make out exactly what they were saying but you stood up when you heard his name and the other girl squealing slightly when the other said 'texted'. before you could even think about it you walked to the end of their table, 'why are you texting my boyfriend?'

the girls were surprised by their sudden interruption of the conversation, turning to you with their mouths slightly agape. 'haechan? girlfriend? this can't be the same haechan we're talking about' she laughed. her statement just made you furious, you knew you were quiet with haechan but you trusted he wasn't talking to other girls. 'girl, stand up, he’ll fuck anything with two legs' the other girl said before turning back to speak with the other, ignoring you entirely. before leaving the second girl called out to you, 'sorry, he's an asshole!' you stomped outside, weight pulling you down as you heard that before, you called haechan with a heavy heart, explaining that you needed to come over.

once you made it to his place you started explaining 'that girls were talking about texting you' and that 'you trusted he would never do that'. he sighed, trying to get you to calm down, haechan guided you to sit on the couch in his living room, explaining slowly, 'first of all, we are not dating, i never asked you to be my girlfriend, second, i have not texted any other girls, they are probably just jealous, but you can not just go around and call us that to strangers!' he walked around in circles, pulling at his brown hair in frustration. you felt your heart break at his confession, how could you forget that he never asked you to be his girlfriend, so why would you go around and call him your boyfriend? you felt embarrassment and stupidity wash over you, it felt gross and sticky. standing up you walked to the door, he watched you take the knob in your hand, turning it, 'i understand' you left.

it was a week without haechan, and while you knew it was good for you, it felt so wrong. you hated it, trying your best to avoid him, yet he was the only thing you could think about. he tried calling you a couple times, and they would go unanswered, he texted you and everything. you ignored him as best as you could, it was until mark got involved. unbelievable, your best friend showed up at your door, saying he wanted to hang out and watch a movie and nonchalantly adding in the comment 'oh yeah, by the way, haechan asked me for you to call him'

you tried to act confused as to why, trying to get more information from mark, 'did he say why?'

mark looked just as confused as you did, 'no but he said it was important, he was kind of sad too, did you do anything to him?'

you scoffed, 'no i didnt, but i guess i should call him if it's that important' after mark left later that night you decided it would be now or never. you could never help yourself with haechan, no matter how bad you wanted to get away, he always found a way to pull you back in.

he picked up on the second ring, 'let me explain' you sighed and told him to go ahead, 'i didnt mean to upset you y/n, you see, i was going to ask you to be my girlfriend and i guess those girls had heard something around campus and got jealous'

you grew suspicious, 'what do you mean ‘heard something around campus’?'

'okay well i told jeno that we had been together for a couple of months and that i was planning on asking you, and i guess he told someone else. please y/n come over tonight and let me make it up to you'

you sighed… you really shouldn't, 'fine, ill be over in 10 minutes'

got so high, couldnt help myself. i lost my halo

'now mark still doesnt know about us, so you cant go around saying anything okay?' haechan was trying to convince you, as he peppered your neck in kisses, 'are you ready tonight?' he was desperate to get you to comply finally. he had been waiting months, usually, girls give it up way earlier but you took some breaking… love as haechan hated to call it. months of work just to break your innocence for him just to get some pussy. he would admit that he had fun trying to get you to bend at his every command, but when you ignored him it just made him want you more. he just couldn't help himself. it took him a lot of thinking but after this night, he wasn't done with you yet. He was so close and he wasn't going to stop now.

you sat infront of him, nervous at his question but you nodded, 'im ready' he gave you a devilish smile in return, planning to do something absolutely crazy to seal the deal. 'good, now just relax baby, i promise i'll make you feel good' you nodded, trusting him. after a while of kissing you got down on your knees in front of him, something you had done dozens of times. now it felt different, in the back of your mind you could hear the girl's voice from a week ago, 'stand up' you stared at his crotch, the bulge waiting for you. 'are you going to suck my dick or not?' he questioned, starting to become impatient, you looked up in a panic not realizing how much lost in thought you were. you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, 'come on baby, you remember just like last time, remember how good you made me feel?' this wasn't good for you, deep down you knew it, but no matter how much he slipped the knife under your skin, you couldn't help it, and there was no going back now. looking up into his brown eyes staring down you nodded.

after he finished, he was hard again almost immediately, ready for what he worked so hard to accomplish, finally breaking your image, it was so sweet he could get high just thinking about it. the way you had defended him from cheating even when those girls were right. the fact that he never wanted to be your boyfriend but couldn't stand the fact of you leaving him, he was fucking crazy and tonight he planned something even more fucked up so he always has a tight hold on you.

you sighed as you laid on your back, waiting for haechan to get ready, feeling nervous as you watched him roll the condom over his dick. he moved to the bed finally and climbed on top of you, 'are you sure about this?' he double-checked, hoping you wouldn't back out now. the excitement almost getting to the best of him as he lined up with your entrance. you nodded and shut your eyes as he slid inside. while it hurt so bad, you felt so full. without even telling him he started to move and that's when it felt better, so euphoric. he continued to pound into you, and all you could do was moan into his shoulder, your brain feeling like mush from everything feeling, your body going through the trails of fire. 'I love you' he whispered and you could barely comprehend the words, deep down you knew he was lying but this was too good to fuck up right now, all you could do was kiss him.

you couldn't help yourself. you'd come back every time.

i lost my halo

[saturnn127]

couldn’t make it any harder | lee jeno smau

pairing: uni student!lee jeno x jaehuyn’s sister!reader synopsis: jeong yn has built herself a reputation as a certified man hater, acting like a bitch to any and every man that comes her way. unfortunately for lee jeno, he gets a hard on for bitchy women. no wait, just yn. however, there's a reason yn has a hatred for men and relationships, so no matter which feelings begin to surface, she's not going to entertain them. at least, that was the plan before the past begins to show up again. warnings: cursing, drug usage, non-active character death, talks of abusive relationships, (not serious) slut shaming, reader is kind of a bitch, haechan being haechan, haechan slander (he likes it), suggestive comments, questionable behavior, out of pocket statements, might be cringe sometimes soz, random face claims (i'm blurring the faces out dw), maybe some mischaracterization (i'm trying), unrealistic college experiences (i don't talk to ppl on campus), intentional lowercase, probably some typos, some written chapters, jeno is a himbo simp, but he does no wrong we love him, ok i think that's it i'll stop talking now. schedule: the goal is at least once a week, but don't hold me to it. more frequent posts when i’m in a mood to write. status: ongoing started: 3.26.2025 ended: ???

index

>profile (yn and jeno) >profile (yn’s friends) >profile (yn’s family) >profile (jeno’s friends)

dolce and gabbana scarf

woo party party

got that apologetic rizz

premarital hand holding

the beach episode

pink rolling papers

a little zaza (iykyk)

stanky legged too hard

i’m here to save you, yn.

manifestation does exist

let me tell you smth

chess club???

homophobe era

ok boomer

bad juju energy

an intervention

bombastic side eye

broke sugar daddy

jaemin’s shayla (alt title: a fart)

murder this puss‼️

boo you whore

the math is mathing

no party like a jackson party

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[spacejip]

you open the curtain of the changing room.

“so uh… what do you think?” you say letting chenle see you as you spin with an awkward smile.

he stays silent for a little, as if actually pondering all the options he had seen until now. “spin once more, i didn’t quite see you properly” he narrows his eyes.

you do it again, this time slower. you can see his eyes going down when you start turning your back to him, and going up again when you’re facing him. you wait for him to answer.

“you look good” chenle shrugs. he’s now pretending to be chill about it, but he can’t even look up at your face.

“you know, my face is right he-“ you interrupt yourself with a yelp.

as soon as he saw other guys checking you out from afar, he quickly pushed you in the room again, closing the curtain.

“buy that one and let’s go” he sounds impatient from the other side. “what is it with you?” you chuckle as you change back to your original clothes.

chenle doesn’t answer but when you get out, you see him with that funny to you expression he has when he’s jealous but doesn’t want to say anything.

“chenle what is it?” you say poking his side trying to get his attention. “it’s nothing. let’s go pay, yeah?” but you can see it in his face how sulky he got.

“you know even more guys will see me when we are at the beach right?” he looks at you with a serious face. “yeah no. let’s cancel the trip. we are going to the mountains. i don’t even like the hot weather and sand is annoying anyways”.

chenle takes the bikini off your hands and leaves it there before pulling you out of the store. you just giggle following him (as if you had another choice).

“weren’t you ‘just a chill guy that is not jealous at all and doesn’t mind if i wear bikinis in public’ as i’m literally supposed to?”

“s-shut up” he huffs, not looking at you. “i changed my mind”.

[babbymochiiii]

💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎Pairing: idol!Yuta x female!reader

↪︎Genre: comedy

↪︎Warning: suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: in which you’re on FaceTime with him, where you mention the speculations NCTzens have of him having a tongue piercing, and he confessed to you he does.

↪︎Word count: 560 words

divider credit @plutism 🖤

You were in your room laying on your bed while on FaceTime with Yuta once he finally got home from practice. Moments like these is where the two of you treasured the most considering how there isn’t always time and place for the two of you to be together in person.

“You know your fans are quite something.” You giggled as you remembered going onto Twitter today and seeing all of them freak out over the thought of Yuta having a tongue piercing.

“What has them freaking out this time?” Yuta asked with a smile on his face, as he knew you liked rambling about moments NCTzens have.

“The entire timeline was freaking out, because they believe you have a tongue piercing. One even had a close up of your mouth in the JCC video you were in.” You said as you shakes your head with a smile on your face. “Even if you did have one, you would’ve told me.”

“I do have one.” Yuta said bluntly.

“And if you did have one- wait. YOU HAVE WHAT?” You yelled out as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yup, I got one see.” Yuta said before sticking out his tongue to the camera.

Seeing the shiny piercing placed perfectly in the middle of his tongue made your head feel very full with thoughts that you truly didn’t think could go the way they did.

“Y-Yuta when the hell did you get it done? And how the fuck did I not realize?” You said as you looked at him with a forming blush on your face.

Yuta smirks seeing you blush. “Is my princess thinking about the new ways I can pleasure her with my tongue piercing?” He coos at you. His smiling growing wider as he saw how truly flustered you got, as he knew he just confirmed the thoughts in your head.

“No.” You groaned out as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to get this man out of your head, cause he always knew what you were thinking.

“Don’t lie to yourself princess. You know it’s true.” Yuta laughed as he started to admire you.

“I’m not lying…ugh! Yuta you’re making me flustered!” You moaned out as you dropped your phone onto your bed, as you pressed the heal of your palms into your eyes while trying to hold in your laugh so it doesn’t provoke Yuta into laughing.

A chuckle was heard from the phone. “Baby, I’m just taunting you. Besides you’ll see me soon.” He said gently but the darken look in his eyes scream differently.

“Dude ima block you,” you laughed as you knew Yuta was only just starting.

“Block me? You know better than that, princess.” Yuta laughed.

“I’m not! I’m just kidding!” You said as you took hold of your phone again.

“Mhmm.” Yuta hummed, as he gave you an amused smirk.

“So how was—“

“You want to feel my piercing on your clit don’t you?” Yuta’s blurt interrupted the rest of your question, just causing you to blank and stare down at your phone.

“NAKAMOTO!”

The sound of Yuta’s laughter hits your ears, just as an intense heat took over your face.

“I can’t stand you man.” You mumbled out as you covered your face trying to calm down the feeling of the heat.

“I love you more, princess.”

note: I have had this little drabble in my drafts for like…2 years? 💀 it’s been sitting and waiting for it’s time to shine ����🤌🏼 but I hope you guys enjoyed the little work here! Thank you for reading! 🥰⭐️

— mochi 🤍

[neocrias]

really nice guy who only hates you

Summary : Jeno hates you and always makes it clear, but you don't care because the feeling is mutual. Until one day, your mutual friends set you up and the unwanted encounter ends in a way neither of you could have imagined.

wc: 4,6K gênero: fluff; kind of haters to lovers; slightly suggestive

Jeno doesn't know why he hates you so much, but he definitely hates you.

From the minute you walked into the arcade, walked into the hangout of his friends, clinging to Jaemin's arm and pretending to be all cute and innocent, he knew he didn't like you and decided to make it clear. Jeno didn't look in your direction when you spoke, he didn't laugh at your jokes - even though his whole group of friends thought it was funny - and whenever he had to talk to you he was harsh and rude.

He never bothered to be at least a little polite to you and there were many times when he bumped into you on purpose just to annoy you. He succeeded every time, by the way. 

Also, you were never a very patient girl and this only worsened the hostile atmosphere between the two of you. 

Maybe it was your very confident manner, or your different style, maybe it was the way you gestured when you spoke... Jeno doesn't know what it was, but he knows he hates you. And if he could do everything he wants, surely, "spill a bucket of paint when you pass him in the hallway" would be the first thing. Oh, he longed for the moment when he could tear the confident, self-centered expression off your face, removing all the happy sparkle from your eyes was his biggest dream.

You hated it too. So maybe the enmity was reciprocated, but you knew it wasn't. You didn't hate Jeno, not in the same way he hated you, but you sure hated the way he treated you.

He never bothered to be even a little polite to you and there were many times when he bumped into you on purpose just to annoy you. He succeeded every time, by the way. You were never a very patient girl and that only made the hostile atmosphere between the two of you even worse.

One day you went to see the new cafeteria that opened on the university campus.

At first the whole group would go, until everyone, one by one, canceled. Leaving only you, Jaemin and Jeno to go alone. Of course, none of the three bothered to check the group chat conversations, so the reaction of disgust you and Jeno had when meeting each other was too dramatic and annoying even for Jaemin – who has always been very patient and playful with your mutual hatred.

That day, however, he didn't want to hear about the bullshits between you, feeling too tired to deal with it. Jeno didn't take the hint and made sure to hit the bottom of your glass when you went to drink your juice, consequently dirtying you on purpose. You also didn't act as polite as you should’ve and on impulse threw all the rest of your cold drink in his face in retaliation.

— I told you, man — Jeno commented when you shot back. The boy wiped his face with his hands and then twisted his wet shirt with an arrogant look and proud of the reaction he managed to get out of you. He was talking exclusively to Jaemin, his best friend, as if you weren't by their side. — She hides behind this sweet girl façade, but she's stupid.

— YOU are stupid, stupid asshole.

— You don't even know how to curse —  Jeno crossed his arms, being the arrogant bastard he's always been with you. He had a sneer gracing his thin lips and an eyebrow raised in defiance.

You wanted to rip that evil smile off his face in the most violent way, but you prioritized your friendship with Jaemin and only for that reason you made an effort to have a greater tolerance for the boy's teasing, unfortunately you lost control this time and already felt the guilt because of the disappointed look Jaemin gave you.

— Jaem… — you called in a restrained voice, pouting your lips when your eyes filled with tears of anger and frustration, you tried to hold back the tears, refusing to cry in front of Jeno.

The blond let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples hard, looking at you with the most tired and annoyed expression. — That's it, let's go.

— Oh, what's up!? — Jeno complained nervously. — Are you going to stay by her side even when she does shit?

— You're the one who started it — Jaemin warned.

— It was just a joke — Jeno said.

— A joke, my ass — you grumbled and Jeno gave you an angry look, silently yelling at you to keep your mouth shut.

— I'm tired of you two — Jaemin complained. The blond chattered endlessly, complaining about you at such a fast speed that the two of you missed half of the scrambled words. — Act like an adult at least once in your life and stop messing it up for everyone.

This happened a few weeks ago. About the same number of weeks you don't see Jaemin, or the other boys in the group. It's not that they're purposely excluding you. You're just too ashamed of your lack of control to face any of them, especially your best friend.

Even remembering it makes you angry. Because of the damn Lee Jeno you don't even have the courage to look at Jaemin and what makes it worse, is the knowledge that he's only like that with you.

You see how Jeno is so kind to everyone else, always offering to help anyone who needs it, even the ones he doesn't know, always promoting group study sessions for friends who are struggling, and you've been actively excluded from all the sessions by him. Jeno has even driven his car over a puddle of water just to get you wet, when earlier that same day he handed over the umbrella to a pair of freshmen to get home without getting wet.

Tired of feeling lonely and miserable, you decided that you would go after Jaemin today. You felt the need to apologize for your behavior before, even after the boy asked you incessantly to have a little more patience.

The walk to Jaemin's dorm was very quick, taking no more than 15 minutes at a slow pace, and the cool spring weather was an incentive for his apology. Without realizing it, you arrived in front of the small and old dull yellow apartment, the doorman didn't even bother to announce your presence, already used to you wandering around the building. Tired of feeling lonely and miserable, you decided that you would go after Jaemin today. I felt the need to apologize for your behavior before, even after the blond asked you incessantly to have a little more patience.

— I haven't seen you in a while! — he greeted.

— Hi, Mr. Choi — you replied with a sympathetic smile. — Is Jaem home?

— Oh, yes. He arrived a few minutes ago, you were lucky. 

With a restrained thank you you took the stairs up to the third floor, where he shared an apartment with Renjun, a design student, and Jisung, a freshman in the dance course.

You give three rhythmic knocks on the door, his trademark and after a few minutes of waiting, Jaemin appears disheveled and with swollen eyes. 

— Thank God, I thought you were going to run away from me forever — he complained, but he wasn't mad, and pulled you into a tight hug. 

— I was embarrassed — muttered. — I know I promised I wouldn't do anything stupid, but…

— But Jeno won't give you a break — Renjun shouted from the couch.

— You didn't have an internship today? — you asked. 

— I traded my time off with Soohee — he replied simply.

— That's weird, you know? — Jisung, who was coming back from the kitchen, eating another one of his many packages of ramen, asked rhetorically. — Jeno hyung is usually very nice and kind, I don't understand why you guys are like that... 

— Because he hates me!

— That's the problem, Jeno hyung doesn't hate anyone.

— Well, there's a first time for everything, I guess.

Jaemin remained silent during the conversation and sat down next to Renjun on the couch, going back to paying attention to the movie they were watching before you arrived.

— I’m really really sorry, Jaem

— Don’t be. He had it coming — Jaemin comforted you, pulling you to sit with them and watch the movie. Suddenly, everything was fine again.

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— Dude, I think you're crossing the line with her — Chenle complained about the drama between Jeno and Jaemin's best friend.

The Chinese didn't understand what his friend had against you, in fact, Chenle liked you. To him, you were a nice, funny, decisive girl, you knew very well what you wanted and you didn't give much confidence to anyone who wasn't your friend. This, of course, gave you a bad name in the halls of college during integration week, some upperclassmen didn't like being continually let go by you, so they made up a rumor or two out there, but you never cared. Chenle admired that. 

— Fuck, even you, dude? — Jeno was unhappy. No one was on his side, and he began to question whether he was really overreacting to you. This made him hate you even more, again for no reason.

— At this point it just seems like you can't control that you're like SUPER into her — Haechan proves.

— Not everyone is a weirdo like you who likes to make girls cry, Haechan — Jeno pinched the tip of his nose.

— Not everyone — the brunette agreed — but you sure do.

Chenle let out a loud laugh, amused by Jeno's irritation, but he couldn't help but think about how Haechan's theory made a bit of sense, so the Chinese asked incredulously. — Dude, are you seriously into her?

— Of course not, idiot. 

— So you're intimidated by her? — Chenle insisted once more, and that only made Jeno even angrier. Jeno rolled his eyes hard and crossed his arms uncomfortably and replied with an arrogant voice.

— Intimidated by what?

— Well, she has a reputation.

— So? 

— SO you are afraid to get dumped by her? 

— Ugh! As if!

The two boys continued arguing heatedly as Jeno grew more and more annoyed, which only amused Chenle more and more and made the Chinese man laugh loudly. Eventually, Jeno got up and locked himself in his room, slamming the door hard to make his anger clear.

Haechan smirks and Chenle realized right away that their older friend was planning something bad – or good, if seen from the right point of view. 

— What are you planning?

— Only good things — Haechan replied. Then the two exchanged complicit glances and smiled mischievously at each other, already knowing where they wanted to go and immediately agreeing to the plan.

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haechan created the "genius idea" group haechan added renjunnie haechan added Jaemin

jisung: I don’t think this is a good idea, hyung

haechan: Don’t be a pussy, jisung

Jaemin: no, he is right, haechan-ah that’s a terrible idea

haechan: Jaemin, trust me a little, ok? I know what I'm doing, man!

Jaemin: i don't think so… rejunnie: maybe he’s right

haechan: I’m always right, man.

chenle: My thought exactly

Jaemin: i should know you’ll be involved on this you little brat

chenle: You know what they say: great minds think alike

haechan: Come on, he’s so into her. It’s getting stupid!

renjunnie: what could go wrong? they already hate each other…

jisung: So… what do you think, hyung?

Jaemin let out a tired, thoughtful sigh. He knew that this was definitely not a good idea, but maybe it was a necessary move.

If Haechan's theory was right and in fact Jeno was into you and just didn't know how to react, then maybe it would change things for all of you and for the whole group to be honest. But if Haechan was wrong...

Jaemin doesn't even like to think about that possibility.

In the end, he decided to give his - almost always - well-meaning friend's crazy ideas a chance. Without giving it much thought, Jaemin typed his reply:

Jaemin: fine let’s do it

Now he just needed to talk to the two of you, especially you. 

It would be easy to convince Jeno to go out with the group, all he needed to say was that it would be a date with the boys and the brunette would be there in a flash. But it was different with you. 

You two hung out a lot, Renjun and Jisung joining you often, but when Haechan and Chenle got together, it meant that Jeno would join in too. And you'd been avoiding him like the plague ever since the incident in the cafeteria, wanting to ignore him at all costs. So it would be hard to convince you to go out with the whole group again and Jaemin was the one responsible for thinking of something to change that.

He called you earlier that evening, biting his nails anxiously at having to lie to you when one of his promises was never to lie. Guilt was already coursing through him, so he hoped it would pay off.

— Jaem? Did something happen? — your sleepy, soft voice rang out on the other end of the line when you picked up after the fifth ring. — Are you all right? Do you need help?

He only realized he'd been too long without answering when you started firing off questions in a hurried and worried manner. Jaemin let out a nervous, breathy laugh before answering. - I'm fine. A bit anxious, actually.

— What do you want now, Na Jaemin? — you asked from the other side, this time in an impatient and accusatory voice.

— The boys are going to have a meeting at the usual arcade, to celebrate Haechan's scientific initiation…

— No — you cut him off, knowing full well that he was going to ask you to go along and, normally, you would have accepted, because you liked going out with the boys, but now you were avoiding Jeno like the plague.

— Please, I need you there! — Jaemin hurried. — Yuki's going and she hasn't left my side for months, I kind of need...

— That I help you get her off your back? — you cut him off once again. — Why don't you just tell him you're not interested? 

— I've already tried!

— Jaem, I don't know if...

— Please, for me? — Jaemin knew it was a low blow, but if he wanted you to go he'd have to appeal to the emotional. Anyway, it's your fault for being a butter heart.

He heard her heavy sigh on the other end of the line along with annoyed grumbles, cursing herself for being so soft.

— Okay...

— Yes! I love you, you know that, right? — he thanked you, and imitated various kissing noises. You laughed tiredly and hung up on him, not wanting to put up with any more of your best friend's mushiness.

Okay, you've gone, now all that's left is Jeno.

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You entered the arcade alone after waiting for Jaemin for long minutes outside. You also flooded his number with messages and calls that he deliberately decided to ignore. 

— Na Jaemin, I swear to God... — you grumbled, entering the vintage arcade that no one knows how it has managed to hold together over the decades and looking for the boys at the tables in the integrated cafeteria, but finding no one.

You picked up your cell phone again and checked the time: it was just after 6 p.m. "Maybe I'm too early," you thought to yourself, calculating the possibilities and deciding that this was what had happened.

To pass the time, you ordered a strawberry milkshake. You were happily savoring the sweetness of your frozen dessert, feeling minimally happy at the start of the evening, but your happiness didn't last long because it was at that moment that you noticed Jeno entering the arcade, also alone and angry.

— Of all people… — you grumbled, rolling your eyes.

If the boy saw you here, he made a point of not showing it and walked straight past you. Jeno sat at the last table, sprawled on the brown leather sofa and typing furiously on his cell phone, his thick eyebrows furrowed in concentration until he raised his face in confusion, feeling that he was being watched.

So your eyes met and he made a sneer that was promptly reciprocated by you. When Jeno raised an eyebrow, as if to silently say "what are you looking at?", you responded with an exaggerated roll of the eyes and turned away from him.

The arcade was still partially empty and therefore quieter than usual, so it wasn't hard to hear the sound of heavy boxes falling to the floor in a loud thud, followed by a thin scream that aroused your attention and concern.

— Oh my God! Are you all right? — you asked hurriedly and got up from the bench you were sitting on. Just as you were about to lift the mobile bench to help the attendant, Jeno pushed you, getting in front of you to get to the little accident faster.

— Idiot — you grumbled.

— Are you all right? — he asked, gently lifting the girl off the floor and checking that she had no apparent injuries.

— I'm fine — the girl replied quietly. — I was startled by the boxes falling, but they're all empty, so I'm fine.

She let out an embarrassed laugh, looking at Jeno and then at you with cheeks red with embarrassment. You realized that there was no point in trying to help her, thanks to Jeno who monopolized the girl's attention with his exaggerated worries, so you decided to pick up the boxes that were scattered on the floor and the few packages that fell out of them.

— Thank you, you've been very kind — she thanked you for what seemed like the fifth time in a row. — You can order whatever you like — she suggested, looking hopefully at the two of you as you gathered outside the counter again. Seeing your refusal, she insisted — It's on the house.

— I've already eaten — You pointed to the half-empty glass of milk shake.

— My friends aren't coming anymore, so I'm leaving — Jeno denied it and you turned your face away in confusion, looking at him in shock and denial. 

You took your cell phone out of your pocket, looking for the group chat and frantically reading the messages in search of answers. You refused to believe Jeno, but Jaemin's singular message apologizing was the cruel confirmation you needed.

— Shit! — you both complained together - which surprised both of you - but the reasons were quite different for you.

You were stressed that Jaemin had let you down, you felt angry and disappointed that he had lied to you and used the "for our friendship" card to manipulate you into meeting the tormentor of your nightmares.

For Jeno, the situation was a little worse, as his stalker was walking towards him with a wide, frightening smile that didn't reach his glazed blue eyes. In the same minute he felt his breathing become heavy and his knees give way, he looked around, thinking of the best way to get out of there without the girl catching up with him.

You noticed your enemy's desperate face, trembling hands and ragged breathing after noticing the foreign girl approaching. You looked at him, then at her, then back at him and decided that you could revel in the suffering of the boy who was too nice to everyone but you. So you turned your back on him and picked up your bag, preparing to leave and leave him behind.

Jeno didn't react with anything other than frightened glances and an unsure step backwards when the girl started to come closer and try to touch his face with her pale hands. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for worrying about the boy who had been nothing but cruel and rude to you, but his cowed reactions got to you.

Jaemin was right, you do have a heart of butter.

With an exasperated sigh you moved back closer to the boy, entwining your arms with his and stared at the girl with your typical cold, sharp eyes that you wore as your personal armor against the harassment you suffered from seniors at the beginning of college.

The blonde girl looked at you with the same fury in her eyes as you looked at her, but you didn't let yourself be intimidated. She was no match for you anyway.

— Is something wrong? — you asked with disinterest.

— Yes! — she was impatient and clenched her fists in a firm, furious grip. — You're touching my boyfriend!

— Your boyfriend? Are you sure? - you replied condescendingly. — Because it seems he can't even stand to look at you and neither can I.

— You don't know who you're messing with — said the girl, trying to look intimidating.

You just smiled mischievously in response and took two steps towards her, towering over her who is considerably smaller than you. With your chin held high and a glint of pure evil in your eyes, you replied: — And do you know who you're messing with?

You must have looked really scary because she blinked in shock and staggered backwards, her eyes blinking nervously, trying to understand what had just happened. Jeno was also surprised - and a little scared - by your attitude, suddenly remembering the feeling he had when he first saw you on campus.

Contrary to what he remembered, it wasn't with Jaemin. On the first day, the veterans organized a hazing to welcome the freshmen and you were there, looking all proud and fearless for refusing each of the challenges they proposed until the leader got too angry to deal with you and sent you away with a simple wave of his hand and a tired sigh. 

That day he realized that you were everything he wanted to be and would never be: able to stand up for yourself. That day he also realized that he was jealous and intimidated by you, so when you showed up behind Jaemin, acting completely different from when you were alone, he decided that he didn't trust you and therefore hated you.

Now, Jeno couldn't feel more grateful for your duality. Thanks to you, Ava was gone and he could return home without having to deal with the girl's obsessive and stalkerish attitude.

He sighed with relief. But the feeling only lasted a brief moment, because as soon as he looked at you again, he saw the way your eyes looked worried. Worried about him.

Without understanding what he were feeling, Jeno got angry again and shoved his shoulder into yours as he walked away. You snorted in disbelief and glared at him angrily, watching his broad back move away towards the alley where he had stashed his bike. 

In an impulse of rage, you went after him, stepping heavily as you were equally annoyed, running a little to catch up with him.

— Is that what I get for my thanks? — you shout marching after him and when all he does is walk faster without looking back, taking the bike key out of his jacket to leave, you feel even angrier and run after him, pushing his back hard.

Jeno stumbles, but manages to balance himself and turns to you with a red face and furious eyes. — I didn't ask for your fucking help, okay? — he shouts back and towers over you.

You don't back down, in fact you take another brave step forward, coming face to face with him. — You couldn't do that even if you wanted to. You were acting like a puppy who'd lost its mother — you teased, pushing his chest with your index finger. It wouldn't hurt, but if you were going to annoy him, you'd take your chance. — You missed peeing your pants, scaredy little puppy.

He pushed your shoulders back in retaliation and, after a shocked sigh, you retaliated by doing the same thing to him. The two of you repeated the childish act a few times, never too hard to hurt, but enough to cause a nuisance.

— Dude, what's your problem with me? What the fuck have I ever done to you? — you shouted. Lucky for you, the street was empty, except for a trio of friends who had passed you both earlier without caring. — Apart from getting you rid of that crazy bitch, of course!?

— You get in my way all the fucking time. You've wormed your way into my group of friends, into my life and now I can't even hate you in peace because you can't stop being the Miss heroine who has to save the day, can you?

You laughed out loud, throwing your head back. — Have you heard yourself? — you asked incredulously. — You sound like you're into me and you don't know how to ask me out.

You tried to joke, hoping that sarcasm would be able to get you out of this weird and confusing situation you've gotten yourselves into, but Jeno was serious. Staring at you in shock and realization, expressions that you were quick to copy the next second.

Before you could say anything else, Jeno grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you eagerly. It was quick, strong and desperate, like the first impulse to breathe after drowning for so long. You gave in almost automatically, your body instinctively knowing what to do, accepting him as if he had always been yours. In fact, he was, he just didn't want to admit it.

You melted in Jeno's warm hands. The boy's soft lips tasted like paradise itself. You almost felt your knees give out when he circled his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. 

You encircled the boy's neck with your arms and propelled yourself on tiptoe so that you were at the same height, making the kiss more comfortable for both of you. You pushed back, trying to make space between you so that you could breathe.

Jeno wasted no time and trailed kisses down your cheek, jaw and neck, sending shivers down your spine at the ghostly sensation of his touch. Everything was so new and intense for both of you that all you wanted to do was give yourself to each other right then and there.

He took precise steps forward, pushing your body back until you were leaning slightly against the leather seat of his motorcycle. His right hand went to the back of your neck, gripping your hair to keep you where he wanted you.

Your lungs were burning from lack of air, and although you didn't want to, you pushed back, trying to make space between you so that you could breathe.

But Jeno wasn't satisfied with just that. When you pulled away, he wasted no time in trailing kisses down your cheek, jaw and neck, sending shivers down your spine at the ghostly sensation of his touch. It was all so new and intense for both of you that all you wanted to do was give yourself to each other right then and there.

— I can't fucking believe it, Lee Jeno — you complained, but this time your voice had a tone of amusement, causado by the situation and the playful little bites the boy was leaving at the base of your neck.

— I don't believe it either… — he replied and gently brushed the hair from your face. — I still hate you, just so you know.

— It's mutual — you replied teasingly and they both smiled mischievously.

— Yeah? — he replied before coming closer once more, surrounding you with his scent. His lips brushed against yours so lightly that you leaned in, wanting to kiss him again.

Você acenou com a cabeça em confirmação, o que só fez Jeno sorrir ainda mais.

— That's even better.

[doumakei]

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mini dump of doodles and stuff of these two bc i havent posted in a bit of a while, i wanted to post smth better than this but ive been a bit upset these days and i havent felt like drawing them that much T_T still love them tho hope they get blown up anyways nct dream announced tour dates for my country and i might see them wish me luck so i can get tickets lol ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

[my-debauchery]

Loud.

idol!yuta × afab!reader

g`smut

cw`kissing, fingering, handjob, penetrative sex, cum eating(m), semi-public sex(maybe)but door is locked, explicit content, unprotected sex

wc`0.7k

A/N: once again, constructive criticism is more than welcome. if you see an error in cw tagging, please, let me know.

seating on top of cable storage box is quite uncomfortable, it's hard and cold. the room is quite cramped and not very well lit, but it's more than enough to see around.

you can hear people going by the door. it makes you jump and look at the door in fear, anticipating with dread someone lowering the handle, opening the door and catching you in an explicit position. then yuta grabs your chin and turns your head towards him, while you still keep your eyes on the door.

'look at me, dear' his voice is low and comforting. as you turn to look at him, his left hand cradles your head and he smiles, big and happy. 'let me see' he helps you lift your legs up on the storage box, bended at knee. yuta caresses you pussy over the underwear and you can feel that you're soaked. you jump a little from his prodding, but immediately relax from little jolts of pleasure from his fingers.

he smiles again and raises to his feet 'let me have a tates, before the stage' you nod and pull him in for a kiss. as the kiss becomes more heated, you can hear your heart beat at the temples. you put your hands on yuta's chest for balance and feel that his heartbeat is spiking just like yours.

yuta pulls away, as he is pulling your underwear to the side. he gently spread your lips and you feel a drop of arousel leak onto the box 'fuck, aren't you the prettiest sight to see?' you blush and look down to his crotch and stretch your hands to unzip yuta's pants.

you put your hand inside his pants, wrap your hand around his dick and squeeze. yuta hisses and slips his fingers inside your walls. you roll your head back and moan, he immediately moves forward and lowers your turtleneck to kiss your neck. you speed up your hand going up and down, and squeezing when you reach the tip. each time you do that yuta bites your neck and curls his fingers to jab at your g-spot. you start to shake a little from all the sensations and impending orgasm. yuta pulls away from your neck and as light comes from the back of him, he looks like an angel with his new blond hair.

'baby, slow down' he pulls your hand off him 'let me have your flavor in my mouth for the stage' he brings his hand, that now is fully covered in your cum, and licks it clean without breaking eye contact.

you are so mesmerized by your boyfriend, you don't even notice him lining himself up with your entrance. yuta looks up at you 'okay?' you nod and hold onto his arms as he pushes his hips at full force. yuta wraps his arms around you and picks up his speed. you feel your whole body tingling, going hot and cold, and pleasure washing over you in waves. you know your moans are getting loud, to loud and someone will hear you soon enough, so you bite into yuta's shoulder.

yuta bring his hand down to your clit and starts to massage it, making you shake again and hurdle you towards your orgasm at the speed of light. 'i'm so close, yuta' you feel like you about to cry 'i know, baby. want to let go? want me to feel you up?' you shake your head frantically and grip onto yuta stronger.

'let go, baby' so you do. your legs give up, drop down and you slum backwards against the wall. you can't really control your body anymore, nor your volume and you can feel yuta wiping your tears, while shushing you. yuta wraps your legs around his waist and grinds into you. you look up at him, he still looks like an angel, his make up stayed on perfectly and light still glows around him, his moans make your stomach flip. then you feel him release and hot seed filling you up, you feel content.

yuta quickly pulls out, moves your underwear in place, zips up and helps you off the storage box. your legs are wobbly, so yuta holds your hands to stabilize you and kisses you on the forehead 'lets go, cutie. the show is about to begin' he winks at you as he unlocks the door and you look up at him in surprise. you were sure it was unlocked, that anyone could have come in on you. yuta chuckles 'i wouldn't let anyone see you like that. you are for my eyes only' he squeezes your hand and pulls you out into the loud corridor.

[raewrites423]

MASSAGE - OUT NOW:

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Massage (4966 words) by raewrites423 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Explicit **MDNI** Relationships: Mark Lee/Reader Summary: Performing was your life, dance was your passion, and being in your group meant the world to you. So, even when you were exhausted, you pushed yourself to the limit over and over again. And you felt it. You were able to hide your pain most of the time, but it was getting harder to pretend everything was fine. One in particular, Mark Lee, you couldn't hide from. When he convinces you to let him give you a massage, it might be more than he bargained for.

[i-see-you-now-you-see-me]

It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Yoooo 🤣🤣 In the honour of the 9th anniversary, I solemnly swear to write some more content and go to as many concerts as my paycheck will allow me to!!!

[nanawritesit]

SM Entertainment Girl Group Idol AU (fem!reader insert)

feel free to use this for shifting or as a fanfiction backstory! (just tag me if it’s the second one hehe)

disclaimer: the extra info sections aren’t all original ideas, many were found on pinterest/tiktok :) images aren’t mine either

tw: none that i’m aware of

Group Profile:

Group Name: Etoile (meaning star/ point of a star in French)

Members: 5 (5 points on a star)

Fandom: Starlight

Concept: Ethereal, Cosmic, Elegant

Debut Year: 2017 (between Red Velvet and Aespa)

Debut Song: “Constellations”

Debut Album Title: “5 Makes 1”

B-Sides: “Aries,” “Nebula,” “Orbit,” “Stardust,” and “Pisces”

Fandom/ Lightstick Color: Indigo and White (stars in the night sky)

Group Chant: All: “Twinkle twinkle!” Nabi: “Hi Starlight! It’s…” All: “Etoile!”

Members Profile:

Y/N: Oldest, Center/ Face of the Group, Main Vocalist, Speaks Korean, English, and Chinese

Cho Nabi: Leader, Lead Vocalist, Korean, Speaks Korean, English, Chinese, and Japanese

Marie Tang: Main Dancer, Chinese-American, Speaks Korean, English, and Chinese

Han Iseul: Visual, Lead Dancer, Korean, Speaks Korean

Ikeda Kaori: Maknae, Main Rapper, Japanese, Speaks Korean and Japanese

Extra Info about the Group:

Pre-debut, Etoile released a cover of Girls Generation’s “Genie,” and it blew up so fast that fans couldn’t wait for them to debut

Etoile is known as “the bridge between third and fourth generation” in the kpop community

The members are also known as “the princesses of SM”

Etoile does a lot of variety shows because everyone loves the members’ funny personalities and playful group dynamic

Etoile was featured in a popular kdrama as themselves, though they only had a few lines in a couple episodes, it became a fan favorite and made the ratings sky-rocket

Etoile’s second comeback, “Andromeda,” is said to have one of the most difficult girl group choreographies in kpop. It was also the song that got them their first win

When Etoile got their first win with “Andromeda,” all of the girls were crying hysterically, including Nabi who was supposed to give the speech. She ended up handing the mic to Y/N, who had just been smiling happily the whole time. Y/N pulled Nabi into her arms as she gave the speech, and then the other three girls assembled a group hug around them. It became such a tender moment for Starlights that everyone watching started crying too

Etoile did a collaboration music video with Sailor Moon where all the members got to dress up as the sailor guardians. Y/N was Sailor Moon, Nabi was Sailor Mars, Marie was Sailor Mercury, Iseul was Sailor Venus, and Kaori was Sailor Jupiter

Etoile has their own plushie characters that are put on headbands and other merchandise for Starlight, similar to BT21 and Skzoo. Y/N’s is a white swan, Nabi’s is a blue butterfly, Marie’s is a black cat, Iseul’s is a pink puppy, and Kaori’s is a yellow duck

Etoile did a collab with “rom&nd,” a korean makeup brand, where each member got to create their own shade of lipstick. The five shades the members created sold out in just three minutes.

Etoile performed a cover of EXO’s “Growl” during one of their concerts in male school uniforms, and Starlights were so impressed by how cool and masculine they were

Being sandwiched between the two girl groups, Red Velvet and Aespa are like the older and younger sisters of Etoile (respectively.) The Red Velvet members are always checking in on them and giving them advice, and Etoile does the same thing for Aespa.

Starlight is famous for being one of the most loyal and devoted fandoms. They buy the girls billboards and food trucks for their birthdays, protect them from antis, and offer so much love and support.

The members have their own youtube channel called “Etoile Clubhouse” that they have permission to use freely. They post lots of different content, including challenges, games, song/dance covers, mukbangs, get ready with me/us videos, and q&a’s

Extra Info about Y/N:

Y/N is known as the loving mother of the group, while Nabi is more like a strict dad

Kaori was still in high school when she debuted, and Y/N took care of her like a mother would her daughter. She would wash and iron her uniform, prepare her breakfast and lunch, and help her with her homework every night. Kaori’s mother was so thankful, as she couldn’t do all this for her daughter herself, still living in Japan

While all the girls are close, Nabi and Y/N are best friends, they even have friendship bracelets

While Iseul is the visual because she fits the KBS the best, Y/N is the center/FOTG because her visuals match the group concept the best. She’s known for her “white swan” visuals: ethereal, graceful, and elegant.

Y/N and Iseul were also chosen as members of GOT the Beat

Y/N was the first member to have a solo debut in 2021. Her debut song was fittingly titled “White Swan.” Nabi helped her compose the songs, Marie helped her with the choreography, and Kaori had a rap feature on one of the tracks. Y/N performed it at the MAMA awards, and everyone was singing/dancing along to it so hard they almost forgot about the actual awards show!

Y/N is an ambassador for Dior and Chanel. Many brands were offering her deals after Etoile became popular due to her unique visuals, so she got to choose the ones she liked best

Y/N is known as the “OST Queen” of the group, she has sang many drama OSTs

Y/N’s best friends at the company include Yeri (Red Velvet,) Taeyong (NCT/SuperM,) Karina (Aespa,) and Ten (NCT/SuperM/WayV)

Y/N has had cameos in many different artists’ music videos, including Stray Kids, Enhypen, and NCT Dream

SHINee’s Key dubbed Y/N “SM’s secret weapon”

Y/N was part of a one-time collaboration unit with Dreamcatcher’s Dami, Weki Meki’s Doyeon, IZ*ONE’s Yena, and fromis_9’s Chaeyoung. They released a single called “Wild Mind,” and it was so popular that fans were advocating to start a new group with just these idols!

Y/N once dyed her hair indigo to match the fandom color, and fans started to dye their hair the same color to match her. The shade became known as “Y/N hair” on social media

Y/N and Marie were mentors on a Chinese idol training show, all the girls loved them because they were super helpful without being too tough. It also gained Etoile a lot of Chinese fans

Y/N has very impressive high notes, Starlights have made several youtube compilations with titles like “Y/N obliterating the sound barrier with her high notes for 5 minutes”

Y/N’s nickname from Starlight is “Angel Voice” due to her clear, bright voice

Y/N sang a cover of Taylor Swift’s “Anti-Hero” on Etoile Clubhouse, and Starlights tagged Taylor in it so much that she was shown the video in an interview. Taylor responded: “I’ve watched this video so many times! Her voice is so pretty. I met her once in Korea too, she’s so genuine and sweet! I’d love to collab with her, or Etoile as a whole. They seem so fun.”

Y/N was getting a lot of lip-synching rumors, until one day a staff member shared a video of her practicing before a concert with her mic on. It revealed her raw vocal talent and debunked all the rumors.

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Mark x male reader fluff. Male reader playing with Mark's hair omg AHHHH

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Mark Lee x Male Reader

Mark has always liked to have his hair played with. It was the easiest way to put him to sleep when he was younger—a trick his mom passed onto you when you first met her. He’s like a cat—on his down time he finds any excuse to lay down with his head on your lap scrolling through whatever social media platform interests him that particular day. You loved his days off. They were rare—never predictable or fully aligned with your days off—but you loved getting home to do absolutely nothing with Mark.

To sit on your leather couches together watching—but not watching—a show Johnny recommended a while ago.

“Should I grow my hair out again?” Usually, mentioning his hair length or color was his way of asking you to play with it—to run your hands through it and give your opinion. You knew him too well. Knew that if you gave into him so easily you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him for hours. He senses your hesitation, pulling his eyes away from his phone to look at you, tilting his head so it shifts from your right thigh to your left one. “Should I keep the undercut then?”

He raises his head slightly above your lap, running his own hand through his tapered cut. The geometric lines that adorned the sides of his head grown out, a trim long overdue. Still, you don’t let your fingers give in.

“I think you should even out the taper so it’s all the same length and then grow it out, you know?” He lays his head back down, pouting slightly as he pushes his lips out in annoyance. “Why do you want to grow your hair out anyway?”

He’s pulling at the back of his neck, the tips of his fingers barely able to grasp the hair he’s tugging on. It’s a nervous habit—another thing you find endearing about Mark amongst all of his habits.

“Don’t laugh.” Your hands find their way to his face, pinching the apples of his cheeks so it hides his flushed face. You could never resist him. Not when he’s looking up at you with nervous eyes and feet kicking off of the side of the couch. “It’s so you could have more to play with.” He mumbles his response, covering his face with both hands in embarrassment. There’s no where for him to hide—no where to go as he’s sprawled out on top of you.

You don’t laugh. Instead you lower your head to meet his, grabbing his wrists to hold his hands away from his face.

“My Markie. My cutie.” You coo at him like a baby, an overwhelming sense of joy filling your chest when you finally give into him. Running your hand through the top of his hair, landing your fingers so they play with the longest strands by his temples. “I think you should grow it out. Don’t dye it for a while. Maybe you’ll get your waves back.”

He gives you a hum in response—blinking slowly when he feels your fingernails graze his scalp. It’s not a scratching sensation, more of a massage that keeps him in a state of relaxation. Something long overdue given his packed schedule. You wished the two of you had more days like these. More days where Mark falls asleep on you for hours on end—leaving you to be the one to adjust him and yourself so the two of you were comfortable.

Perhaps it was good that your days off only aligned occasionally. If they were there was no telling whether you’d even bother getting out of bed with Mark next to you. He was all you needed.

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couldn’t make it any harder | LJN smau

pt. 23: no party like a jackson party wc: 4.3k see masterlist for warnings and details :)

yn has never felt this stressed out before. not when she took her finals, not when doing mr. lee's stupid project, and not even when jae called the cops because she snuck out with haechan, jeno, and jaemin. no, this tops every other stressful moment in her life thus far. and why is she stressed, you ask? well, it was all because of none other than stupid lee jeno.

lee jeno, who suddenly waltzed into her life and showed her that maybe men weren't as bad as she thought they were. now, does yn believe that every man who walks the earth is evil? no, but a majority of them are. there are, however, a few exceptions to her "every man is evil" mindset. and those exceptions just so happen to be some of her close friends.

for example, ten lee. one of her best friends and also a male. but what sets him apart from the rest? his gayness. most gay men are exempt from her rule, but not all of them. no, she's looking at you, kyle from 10th grade chemistry. you know what you did. but ten is someone she trusts, someone who has never failed to understand and be there for her through all her struggles. so yeah, ten is acceptable in her eyes.

her brother yuno is another example. though, she might be biased. in her defense, however, she raised him to be as gentleman as a gentleman could get. same thing goes for his friends (and her honorary brothers) yuta, doyoung, and johnny. her influence in their lives has helped them to become less evil than other men out there, even if they do have their moments. but they learn from their mistakes, and that's what matters.

and, probably the prime example and sole savior of the entire population of men's reputation, kwon jiyong. jiyong is the only man that has shown yn that not all men are bred straight from the devil himself. that man has shown himself time and time again that some men are true yearners, and continues to raise yn's standards. another honorary mention, his business partner taeyang, who yearns just as hard as jiyong.

and, of course, the newest addition to this list: lee jeno. how yn had never noticed him until now, she's not sure. maybe if she had met him sooner things would be different, because he is nothing if not the most gorgeous man she has ever laid eyes on. his muscular body, strong bone structure, big nose; it's no wonder why he is deemed a campus heartthrob. but his looks aren't what captured yn's attention, no, it was who he was.

lee jeno, who has eyes that shine like the brightest stars on the darkest nights. lee jeno, who is the most gentle out of all his friends, his delicate touch a sharp contrast from his giant hands. lee jeno, who has never once shown anger towards others, choosing to instead save those harsh feelings for himself. lee jeno, who allows his friends to cling to him despite the scrunch of his nose and faux unwillingness. lee jeno, who is nicknamed "puppy" for his mannerisms that are just like one, loyal and pure-hearted. lee jeno, who stole yn's stone cold heart and set it ablaze in the warmest of flames.

yn has to pat herself on the back, really. lee jeno is someone that lives up to his hype. he is more than just a pretty face, because he has a beautiful soul, too. it's evident in everything he does. as much as yn tries to deny it, she's spent a lot of time studying him these days. every time she searches for something to push her away, or to find some sort of ick, it never comes. no, because even when he is unguarded and assuming no one is watching him, his genuine nature shines even brighter than before. its unfair, really, for whatever god or creator that exists out there to create such a beautiful human.

that's exactly why yn will never be able to act on her feelings. because someone as kind-hearted as lee jeno shouldn't have to be stuck with someone as cruel and unforgiving as herself. he deserves better. he deserves the world. no, not the world. the world is as cruel as it is stunning. no, lee jeno deserves the heavens. and yn is no angel.

will that stop her from trying, though? she's not sure yet. her slightly drunken state seems to think that she could at least attempt to do so. or maybe it's her selfish heart that is attempting to get a little taste of heaven before she goes. whatever it is, it's winning the moral war raging inside of her. because she is nothing if not her father's child.

and that leads us to here. jackson wang's halloween party, the rager everyone at ncu (and other nearby unis) wishes to attend. it's basically the party of the year, supplied with free alcohol, substances, and hot people looking to hookup (no strings attached). It's invite only, and you can only get in if you've been personally invited by one of the vips. yn just so happens to be one.

jackson wang, despite having graduated two years ago, is an ncu celebrity. to yn, he is her old lab partner. despite being a junior when she was a freshman, jackson eagerly opened his arms to her. their friendship is what led to yn becoming somewhat of a campus legend herself, her face being a constant at his parties. the same parties that became her coping mechanism while battling her abusive relationship.

"YN!"

speaking of jackson...

"hey jacks-" the girl was cut off by the wind being knocked out of her as said man picked her up in a tight squeeze. "-on. if you could put me down now, that'd be great,” yn wheezed out with what little air she had left, and the host simply laughed at her suffering. "hey, i've missed you girl, how have you been?" jackson beamed at her once he set her back down on her toes, and the intensity of it spread to the grumpy girl.

“i’m good, just here on jell-o shot duty,” she shrugged, her lips quirked up into a smirk as she moved to lean into his kitchen counter. though she had been in his house (mansion) for about an hour already, it was the first she had seen of him. after all, he was a busy man.

“hey, i appreciate it. you guys are the real reason why my parties are so great,” he winked at her and her friends, pointing at them as he began to back out of the kitchen. “if you need anything, just holler. i’ll be around.” yn shook her head at his usual silly antics, suddenly realizing how much she had missed his energy. “will do,” she called after him, watching him disappear again.

“ugh, i love jackson,” jihyo sighed from where she was hunched over a tray lined with condiment cups. “who doesn’t?” soyeon scoffed, tossing her hair back as she moved to continue pouring the jell-o, vodka, and edible glitter mix into the cups. “if you don’t like jackson, then something is seriously wrong with you,” karina huffed as she put the lids on each filled cup. “true.” yn hopped up onto the counter and pulled the previously forgotten mixing bowl into her lap, continuing her task of dissolving the gelatin packets.

most of the vips had gathered together to help jackson set up, a tradition that began when he first started throwing his infamous parties. jackson was supervising the whole thing, popping up here and there to keep things orderly. his closest friends were doing the same, stepping in when their aid was needed.

yn loved that about jackson, how he made sure all his guests were safe and taken care of. his efforts (along with everyone else’s) were the reason why his house parties were the best. there’s a reason why they say there’s 'no party like a jackson party'.

the girls were assigned to the task of making the jell-o shots, with the exception of ten, who decided to play man for the evening with her brother and his friends. they were currently setting up the makeshift dance floor in the living room (well, one of the living rooms), and began pushing aside furniture and helping johnny set up his dj booth. scratch that, yuno, yuta, and doyoung were arranging furniture. ten was chatting up johnny while feigning interest in his equipment. the older of the two was trying to pretend like it wasn’t his hundredth time explaining to ten, though he didn’t seem to mind much anyways.

as the night grew closer, the house seemed to get livelier. more people flooded in, each clad in their halloween costumes as they offered their assistance with the final touches. the girls had finished up the jell-o shots and halloween themed cocktails minutes prior, and were now crowded in jackson’s master bathroom to freshen up their costumes.

yn was sitting on the toilet watching soyeon, karina, and jihyo touch up their hair and makeup in the mirror. the bit of alcohol in her system had her heart filling with adoration for her girls, and she couldn’t hide the sappy smile that grew on her face at the fuzzy feeling. “i love you guys,” she gushed. simultaneously, the three girls slowly turned their heads toward her. “uh, we love you, too?” jihyo responded, confusion and faux disgust in her tone.

yn simply smiled back while kicking her feet, turning to watch them swing back and forth. the three girls stared at her a moment before sharing the same look. “don’t let her out of your sight.” soyeon voiced their shared thought, and the three of them then went back to what they were doing before.

that would soon be proven to be easier said than done, because not even an hour later and yn had slipped away from their grasps. unintentionally, of course. you see, she simply wanted to grab another drink, so she made her way to the kitchen. on her way to the kitchen, though, yn spotted minnie, a sister from soyeon’s sorority. she went over to say hi, and found herself engaging in a very enthusiastic compliment battle about their costumes.

once they agreed that they both had great costumes, they went their separate ways. it was then, however, that chappell roan’s “naked in manhattan” started playing. and we all know that yn’s one weakness is chappell roan. so, of course she had to make her way to the dance floor to enjoy the song. she then found herself among a group of sophomore girls she had failed to memorize the names of, and had a good time dancing with them.

once the song was over, though, yn realized that she was still thirsty. so, she bid farewell to her new girlfriends and ventured back towards the kitchen. right as she was about to reach her destination, though, a tap on her shoulder broke her focus.

“hey yn, a group of guys is asking for you. they said you invited them?” it was youngjae, a member of jackson’s core friend group. “huh?” she asked, racking her brain for a second before her face lit up with recognition. “oh! right, let me go get them.” youngjae smiled back at her before moving to disappear somewhere into the house, no doubt keeping an eye out for any problems that need to be solved.

the girl shoved her way through the growing crowd, slowly making her way towards the foyer. her temper was rising with each accidental shove, but the sight of the front doors kept her motivated to keep moving. ducking under one last arm, she finally managed to escape the swarm of bodies.

sighing in relief, she gave herself a moment to breathe before slipping past the dangling caution tape curtain. the makeshift security, which were the rest of jackson’s core friend group, took their jobs seriously. not only did they keep a record of everyone who enters and exits the party, but they settled things going on inside the party as well.

her slightly sour mood picked up in an instant once the youngest jeong recognized the person by the front doors. “jinyoung, long time no see,” she giggled, reaching out to hug the man. “hey kid. what do you need?” he awkwardly patted her head, clearly not expecting the clingy behavior from the usually reserved girl. what can she say? she has a weakness for older parental figures. “oh,” she started, “i’m here to allow entry to some friends.”

“sure, just tell jayb their names and he’ll let them through.” he opened to door enough to let her slip out, and she saluted him. “yessir.” he shook his head in amusement at her mock seriousness, and reached out a hand to ruffle her hair. “take care of yourself, yn.” she waved him off with a quick ‘i always do!’ before watching the door shut behind her.

she found mark on the other side, and gave him an enthusiastic wave. tuan, not lee. “oh hi mark!” she chortled, appreciating her own reference. “hi yn, enjoying yourself?” he asked, returning her bright smile. “it’s halloween, of course i am!” she called back, leaving no room for him to respond as she walked away. her legs carrying her towards the gate where jayb was stationed to let people in. as she got closer, she could make out two other men with him.

“jayb! happy halloween.” she announced once she reached the gate. “you too, yn. what can i do for you?” he asked, nodding the other two to watch the line of people waiting to enter. “i have some friends waiting to be let in,” she replied casually as her hands moved to grip on to the metal bars of the gate she was leaning on.

jayb hummed in response, clicking his pen while lifting it to his clipboard. “names?” the girl had to bite her lip to stiffle her laughter as she imagined him as a bouncer. “lee jeno, huang renjun, mark lee, lee haechan, na jaemin, park jisung, anddddd zhong chenle. i think," she stated, though she didn't seem too sure of herself. she went over the names in her head, counting them off on her fingers as she did, before nodding in approval. he finished scribbling down their names with a small nod before nudging one of the guys.

“yugyeom," jayb called, and he gave said boy a look. she recognized him now that she saw a clear view of his face, and also recognized the other boy beside him. before she could greet them, though, they moved to scout along the crowd. yn made a face of approval at the professionalism they had with each other. it was her first time seeing the process, since she usually doesn’t invite people that aren’t already invited.

yn made small talk with jayb while they waited for the boys to return, the two of them watching the familiar and unfamiliar faces that made up the wait list. a few people were let in within the few minutes it took for yugyeom to find the boys, and she straighten up once she saw them making their way to her.

“names?” jayb asked, this time directed toward the boys. yn smirked as she watched them each nervously confirm their names, eyes lingering a second longer on the man dressed similarly to herself in a greek costume. jayb turned to her once they all finished, and she nodded in confirmation.

“great, enjoy the party guys. rules are posted on the front door, make sure to follow them. foul play is not tolerated.” his authority was clear to the younger boys, and they all gave yn a scared look. she simply turned away from them to give him her farewell. “thanks jay. i know it’s halloween, but try not to scare too many kids away?”

“only if they don’t give me a reason to.” he winked at yn, quirking his brow at the group of boys cowering behind her. she rolled her eyes at his teasing look, knowing he was scaring them on purpose. “yugyeom, happy halloween.” she called once she moved toward his end of the fence.

“you too, yn. have a drink for me, kay? the hyungs won’t let me have one.” the youngest of the friend group pouted at her, and she reached up to pinch his cheek. “poor baby,” she cooed. “come find me once they let you, we can take a shot together.” he smiled and nodded at her, turning back to his friend.

“yn, long time no see.” the honey sweet voice belonged to none other than; “jungkook, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” she replied, mimicking his tone. he smug look on his face quickly morphed into a genuine smile, and the girl returned it. “how’ve you been? getting ready for graduation?” she asked, and he shrugged.

“yeah, i think so. it’s lonely without the others, but i’ve been hanging in there.” yn hummed in response, understanding his words. "they're still in the military?" she asked, and jungkook shook his head. "only yoongi hyung." yn clicked her tounge and sighed, “you’re almost there. plus, you have gyeomie here to keep you company.” he laughed out a ‘true’ before they exchanged their goodbyes.

“well, enjoy the party. maybe i’ll see you around, probably not though.” he offered her a smile while titling his head around her, and it was then that she remembered the guys were waiting on her. “right, i forgot. i’ll see you around.” she didn’t wait for his response as she turned to finally greet the awkwardly waiting boys.

well, mostly awkward. a certain someone seemed a bit tense, not that yn noticed in her drunken state.

“sorry ‘bout that, should we head in?” she offered a gentle smile as she nodded for them to follow her. they chorused their agreements as they followed her towards the front doors, each letting their eyes wander around the place.

the mansion was huge, not that it surprised anyone. with jackson being so successful in his fencing career, it was expected, even. he made history as the youngest fencer to be ranked in the top 50 worldwide. the front doors were as grand as the rest of the place, and the boys had to crane their necks to find the top.

mark (tuan) let them in once they grew near, and the boys watched yn exchange pleasantries with him. it was a different scene than the frat parties they were used to, and they weren’t sure how to feel about it yet. they entered the house, half listening to yn talk to jinyoung and half taking in the interior.

they each drew their attention back to the girl as they heard her introduce them one by one. “and guys, this is jinyoung. or as i like to call him, jackson’s husband.” the older male rolled his eyes at her teasing remark, instead choosing to simply wave at them. “have fun. but not too much fun.” though he was looking at them, he aimed the last comment towards yn. his eyes glanced between her meg costume and jeno’s hercules one, and she quickly turned to walk away before he could comment on it. “this way! i’ll show you guys where the kitchen is.”

it was quite the sight, really. yn, certified man hater who barely tolerates men, being followed by mark lee and his friends. now, everyone knows mark lee. that man has connections everywhere, somehow being involved in seemingly every student activity out there. his friends? well, that's a different story. while they might be well known, (jaemin and haechan for their fboy activities) many students don't know much more past their names.

their usual seclusion is why they aren't as popular as yn's friend group is, and no where near jaehyun's level. so, for the group deemed as 'players' (again, jaemin and haechan's fault) to be following around jeong yn of all people... well, it was surprising. eyes followed their little group the whole way to the kitchen, though yn was seemingly none the wiser to the extra attention.

jeno wondered if that was typical for her. maybe she was just used to that amount of people looking at her all at once? or maybe she simply ignored it in a way that made it seem non-existent. whatever it was, jeno wished he had that kind of confidence. not that he didn't know he was good looking, though. his friends always tried to get him more out there (to "not waste a pretty face") for a reason. but because he didn't know how to use it in the way they do.

mark's chill personality and outgoingness were his main points. his natural leadership made people gravitate towards him. jaemin was charming and charismatic, and he knew exactly how to twist people tight around his finger. haechan, while annoying and abrasive some (most) of the time, was convincing and extremely seductive. the three of them were what gave the rest of them saving face, though that doesn't mean the others weren't just as intruiging.

renjun had that whole "intelligent art student" vibe that attracted the artsy girls. chenle was one of the best players (maybe even future captain once jaehyun graduated) in the ncu basketball team, and the athletic girls dug that. jisung, though shy and quiet, quickly made a reputation for himself as one of ncu's best dancers. plus, more girls dig the whole "shy boy" agenda than you think.

and jeno? well, he was buff. but so was jaemin, who he was always compared to. jaemin was easy (not slut shaming, we love that for him), so most people went for him over jeno's awkward silences. he had good grades, but most of the guys did, too. the only thing he had going for him was his 'mysterious' vibe, but was that really a flex? he was ordinary, and he blended into the background while his friends shun under the spotlight. he doesn't date, not even casually, because his heart has been set on the same girl since freshman year. what a loser, right?

if only he knew how she really felt about him.

"jeno?" yn's silvery voice broke the boy out of his trance. "hmm?" he looked lost, and yn couldn't help the slight laugh that escaped her lips. it was barely then that he noticed they had reached the kitchen. "i asked if you wanted something to drink," she responded, and his mouth contorted into an 'o' shape. "um, yeah. i'll take whatever you have." his pale cheeks flushed a pretty pink color, one that yn caught herself admiring for a few seconds while deciding on a drink.

"well, i'm not drinking anything right now," she started. "but i did happen to be put in charge of the jell-o shots." by now she had left him standing by the entrance to walk around the counter to reach jackson's way-larger-than-necessary fridge, and was now reaching inside. "want to take one together?" she grinned at him once she straightened back up with two glittery purple condiment cups. together. just the way she said that word had his knees buckling.

"sure." he shrugged nonchalantly, and he began to make his way towards her. the kitchen was void of his friends, he just now noticed, and he had the feeling that they left the two alone on purpose. 'not that i mind' he thought as he stopped close enough to her that he could appreciate the way her eye makeup glittered under the kitchen lights.

"here." she handed him one of the little cups, her hand lingering to pop the lid off for him once he adjusted his grip. "thanks," he swallowed, and his gaze followed her hand to watch her do the same for her own. "ready?" she asked once she deposited the plastic lids on the counter beside them. "yeah," he replied, and yn searched for his eyes, only to find them already meeting her own. she had to do a double take as she tried to compose herself on the inside. clearing her throat, she did a quick countdown before throwing her head back, and jeno copied her movements.

his eyes stayed focused on hers, and she wasn't sure if the burning sensation she felt was due to him, or the solidified vodka sliding down her throat. whatever it was, it was slowly beginning to wear down what little was left of her composure. there was only one thing that would save what was left of it, and that was...

"you know what," yn started, and she moved to pick up their discarded cups. "i'm gonna go smoke." jeno watched the way she bustled around the kitchen, wondering how many times she's been in there with how she knew exactly where everything is. "oh, okay," he responded, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. he didn't know what to do with himself, and he felt out of place. 'maybe coming to the party was a bad idea...' his thoughts trailed off as he looked down to study his shoes.

a sharp cough stole his attention away, and the dark haired man looked up. yn was looking at him expectantly with two bottled drinks in her hands. "coming? unless you want to wait there by yourself all night, then that's fine." her shoulders jutted up in a shrug as she spun on her strappy heels. he paused to process her words for a few seconds before jolting. he hurried after her with a small tight-lipped smile, his heart beating a little too hard to be normal.

'nevermind,' he thought, quickly catching up to the shorter girl. 'i think this is good.'

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a/n: haha heeeey.... how y'all doing... jenyn halloween pt.1 is up! part 2 should be coming out sometime this weekend btw. i feel like my writing could be better, but i reread this chapter so many times i fear if i read it once more i will convince myself to restart the whole thing😍 so here you go! enjoy :)

also… new characters! (i totally did not forget pshhhh what are you talking about…) thought they need no introduction, i’ll give them one anyways!

the latest additions to cmiah…

got7, the campus legends: each of these boys are well known some way or another. how they all became friends, who knows. but their fried group is so iconic no one could imagine ncu without it. yn met them through jackson, who was her lab partner in chemistry two years ago.

bts, the military enlisters: for some reason they all decided to have a go at the military, and they all hated it (except jk, who is still in school). jungkook was pissy for months after they left him behind to serve, but he eventually got over it.

taglist! comment and ill add you to it <3: @kukkurookkoo @nosungluv @hoeingthefuckup @dilflover44 @alwayswonbinning @jaellymint @n0hyuck @mwrsi @awktwurtle @haechology @tyongspice1 @t-102 @lvsdoyo @jae-n0 @ne0sgotmyback @neozon3nha @minkyuncutie @httpsxnox @bbykaixx @urlocalbeaner5 @wdwbts101 if i couldn’t tag, i’m sorry 😞)

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MASTERLIST

GROUPS

-BTS(Biases-J-Hope&Yoongi)

-MonstaX(Biases-I.M&Jooheon)

-Zero base one(Biases-Ricky&Matthew)

-Enhypen(Biases-Jake&Heeseung)

-TXT(Biases-Yeonjun&Hueningkai)

-Seventeen(Biases-Vernon,Dk,Jeonghan)

-NCT127(Biases-Yuta&Haechan)

-Ateez(OT8)

-The Boyz(Biases-Juyeon,Jacob&Q)

-NCT Dream(Biases-Jaemin&Renjun)

-Stray Kids(OT8)

SHOWS

-All Of Us Are Dead

No matter what-Cheongsan

Not on my watch-gyeongsu

In the end-Suhyeok

-Vincenzo

Hard goodbyes/Part 2-Hanseo

Wife?!-Vincenzo

Come back

-Blind(2023)

I didn’t Do it-

-Sweet home

Surprise-

Actors

-Go on a date with me?

Cramps

Wedding Day-Ahn Hyoseop

Meet the family- Ahn Hyoseop

Butterflies- Ahn Hyoseop

Series

The First Lady(On going)-Chp.1, Chap.2, Chap.3

The investigator and the Thief(on going) Chp.1, Chp.2, Chp.3

Blood stains(On going)-Chp.1, Chp.2

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Enhypen Hybed high series

[leesolbeesol]

Call On Silent

(Part 1: Chicken Scratch) (Part 3: Easy Talking) (Part 4: Over The Moon) (Part 5: No Messing Up) (Part 6: Can We Talk?) (Part 7: Goldilocks)

genre: fluff, college!au

pairing: student!mark x student!o/c (this one can still be treated as xreader)

summary: the cute guy calls you!

wc: ~600

note: upwards of 500 words again! this one's just cute and only a little stressful for m/c

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As you sit in your lecture, your phone is buzzing incessantly in your pocket as you frantically try to silence it. A call?? Why isn’t it on silent?! Drawing a few stares from the people in your immediate surroundings, you finally silence it—that, or it goes off by itself. What the hell? You try to refocus on the lecture but your interest is piqued, who was calling you? Your mom knows not to call you now because you're busy, and your friends are all in lectures. Prof. Im’s usually entertaining words go in one ear and out the other because curiosity swallows you whole. You don’t even know why you’re so curious. You could just pull your phone out, but you risk getting in trouble—even if your professor is a sweetheart. 

Soon after, you find yourself walking out of the lecture hall, brightly lit by the midmorning sun, on the way to the ‘bathroom’. Your back hits the hard white brick wall as you lean into it and whip out your phone in it’s cherry red case. It’s an unknown number. You realize it’s probably spam, and feel a let down that it’s not the boy from the café. That is, until you see the 26 second voicemail and the transcript that the number left and your heart almost stops. He actually called? Mark Lee actually called? You’re shocked, to say the least. He did give you a nod, but you expected that it was just for politeness’ sake. Should I listen now? Your mind is racing with anticipation. You press the play button and hold your phone up to your ear, eager to hear what he said. Is he going to let me down easy?

“Hey, um, I realized I didn’t even get your name… I just called you to say that I thought you were really cute at the café, and I’d love to take you out somewhere sometime. It doesn’t matter to me where we go, I want you to have fun. I know you gave me your number but if you changed your mind that’s totally okay too, but I really hope you’ll take me up on the offer.” 

He sounds really nervous. You guess he doesn’t have class now? Besides that, you’re floored. He called you and wants to take you out on a date. This is so crazy. You didn’t even realize he didn’t know your name. It makes sense, you’re mutual friends but you’ve never really had a conversation. You’ve heard a Mark referenced in passing, but you never knew who he was or what he looked like. You guess that it goes the same for him—he’s never put your name to your face. He can’t see that I’ve listened, right? You’re faced with two options: A) text him that you’re in class and say yes, or B) text him later and say you were in class and say yes. To hell with it, you’ve already listened, you might as well text him now. The pads of your fingers beat rhythmically against the digital keys: hey! i got your voicemail, but i’m in class so i can’t call you, so sorry! i’d love to go out sometime. we can figure out the details later lol. You rephrase it like three times, what would make you sound eager but not crazy? You don’t know—you’ve never done this before. You remember to add something else: my name is moon sora, by the way. You think your name is silly; moon in English and sky in Japanese. You pad your way back into the classroom—you were only gone for 5 minutes.

[jk97]

interest check for new fic 👀

Currently working on Part 4 of Unprofessional Attraction but simultaneously looking through some of my other unfinished works...

Would you all maybe be interested in a richboy!Jaehyun whose filthy rich company-owning family is bothering him to hurry up and find a wife since his brothers are both in relationships? He's tired of being compared to them. He's at the club like usual, blowing off some steam, when he spots you being a sad lil drunk at the bar. Of course, he works his magic and gets you into his section. "What's making you so upset, pretty thing?" You happen to be a college girly with lots of student debt in a dead-end part time job, and the stress is starting to get to you. Drunkenly blubbering away to some hot guy with all these pretty rings on his fingers and a watch on his wrist that could probably pay off a years worth of your rent. After exchanging numbers, you both meet up the next day and richboy!Jaehyun has a proposition. He drafts up a contract for you: if you'll be his pretend-girlfriend to attend fancy events and shut his family up, he'll pay off all of your loans and fully financially support you throughout the rest of your degree.

Thoughts are being thunk... lemme know if you'd be interested 🥸

[neocrias]

The Ultimate Test

Synopsis: In which you hear that Mark Lee - a cocky classmate from college - is a bad kisser, so he personally offers to prove you wrong.

wc: 3,3k genre: party! au; university! au; slightly suggestive

You didn't used to come to parties like this. Well, at least not on weekdays. Definitely not when you had a Calculus 3 exam in a couple of days to worry about. However, the pleading eyes of your three best friends who couldn't bear to see you go through the whole grueling college experience without going through the whole drinking-and-partying stereotypical uni thing managed to convince you this time.

And you were thankful to have a little black strapless dress tucked away in the back of your closet for specific situations like this. And you were also grateful when your friends offered to pay for your Uber - after all, being an university student also brought with it the unhappiness of lack of money and the small joy of when you get something for free.

You just weren't very grateful when you realized that you barely spoke to those people at the party and your friends had "very important" things to do, which included kissing and boys, and didn't include you staring at them while all of this was going on. Of course, this was expected, and you didn't want to be a party-pooper, so you just started walking around and drinking a few shots of beverages you weren't exactly interested in knowing what were. Again, it was for free.

Your slight shyness wasn't limiting or controlling, but it was certainly a bit inconvenient. More than once a few good-looking guys came up to talk to you, but your clumsiness simply drove them away within a few minutes. Damn.

And now here you were: listening to incredibly loud music in a modern mid-century house that you didn't know who it belonged to - or even if it was a fraternity, or anything like that - with a plastic cup of a drink that you didn't know what it was, eyeliner that you could swear would melt at any moment with the human warmth around you, a little black dress that had already gone out of fashion and an uncontrollable urge to do something outrageous, just so you could distract yourself from the fact that normally at that time you would either be sleeping or freaking out about the imminent calculus exam. "Damn that motherfucking calculus," you thought, "I'm at a party."

On the other side of the large, high-ceiling living room, a group of recognizably annoying boys were playing beer pong while dozens of girls surrounded them. All of them were engineering students, except for their leader, Mark Lee, who was the most disturbing of the seven and was a literature major (which in some way that was incomprehensible to you, attracted a lot of girls) and he obviosuly took advantage of this, which was visible by the girl leaning loosely on his waist at this very moment.

— YES! — Haechan, one of them, shouted over the loud music as he hit the ping-pong ball into a glass of beer. Mark cracked his neck twice before picking up the glass and drinking until the very last drop, defeated.

You stared at him as he shrugged and grimaced before returning the glass to the table and flashing a smile at everyone in the game, preparing for his turn to throw the ball.

It wasn't that he wasn't handsome, or attractive. Yes, he was. And he didn't fall short on either count. You could understand why he was so chasen after by the girls on campus. It's just that you'd had the opportunity to have a few dialogues with Mark Lee, and they were all pretty unpleasant. There was something about his manner, his attitude, that you just couldn't endure. He was irritating. Smug. Sloppy. And you don't have time or patience for that.

He then flexed his arm, his biceps visible thanks to his tank top, and threw the ping-pong ball, but someone blocked your view just in time to watch him hit the cup.

— You won't believe what I've just found out! — Jennie, one of your three cheeky friends, appears smiling and clearly drunk. — Mark Lee is a total soft kisser!

— What? — You almost scream, startled by the sudden mention of the boy you've been shamelessly watching for the past few moments. And even worse: worried about how your friend had acquired this information.

— I'm serious! — She laughed out loud, bending her body forward and knocking some of what looked like a fruit cocktail out of the glass in her hand. You sidestep cautiously, but some of the pink liquid still splashes on your legs. — Lin said they kissed earlier in the evening, and he barely even moved! Can you believe that?

You laugh at the irony of the facts. That was valid information to share. You feel a bit bad for Lin, your classmate, but honestly? You wouldn't trade knowing that for anything. Of course, Mark, the most conceited person who ever lived, would be the type to talk a lot and do nothing. Was there anything more coherent than that? Absolutely not!

Your laughter joins Jennie's, and you both enjoy the gossip for a while. Suddenly, Rihanna's "You Da One" starts playing through the dozens of speakers scattered around the house and you and your friend stare at each other, wide-eyed, as your laughter stops.

— THAT'S OUR SONG! — You shout at the same time. Jennie pulls you by the arm to the most spacious part of the room, where everyone was dancing, and you let yourself go for the first time all night.

The lively melody and beat combine with the rhythm of your heart, and not much later you can hardly feel the world around you. Tests, lack of money, shyness or cocky boys, none of it mattered. The few drinks you've consumed so far finally seem to take effect, and with every song that plays, your body feels looser and your mind feels further away.

Not long after that, a tall, muscular guy starts to whisper something to Jennie, who smiles back shyly. You realize that maybe this is your cue to take a break from the dance floor to grab another drink and finally quench your thirst caused by the sudden exercise.

You see the familiar counter full of disposable cups and bottles of all kinds on the other side of the hall, in what appears to be a dining room combined with a kitchen that is now full of young people and very messy. It's easy to let yourself imagine what that environment would look like if it weren't in its most chaotic state: perhaps a cozy place or a shared-house of intelligent students. But right now, that was just the alcohol talking.

As soon as you reach the counter, you grab a plastic cup and fill it with what looks like clear alcohol - perhaps a vodka, or gin - topped off with a generic soft drink from the other side of the counter. That mix will be enough at the moment to keep you from passing out, but it won't let the dance sober you up again either.

The first sip brings the sweetness of soda and the bitterness of strong alcohol down your throat.

— Vodka. That's for sure. — You conclude to yourself, looking at the cup in your hands.

— I thought you were some kind of female-hermit or something. — A voice pulls you out of your little dialog with the inanimate object in your hands, and you look up to see the person on the other side of the bar, only to roll your eyes deeply.

— That' not even a thing.

But Mark Lee just shrugs, filling his own cup with what looked like a brownish liquor.

— You get the idea. — He smiles and tilts his head, stopping to watch you. His eyes scan along your little black dress and you suddenly feel embarrassed by all the attention you're getting. He just lets out a muffled laugh, probably noticing the way you flinch slightly, and walks away with his drink - not without turning around and giving you a wink, which you answered with a frown.

After the not-so-pleasant appearance of the cocky college student, you remember the funniest piece of information of the evening: "Mark Lee is a total soft kisser!". Of course! He could be as arrogant as he wanted around you or any other girl, but you knew what he really was. You knew his secret. And he may have walked out of there thinking he'd rocked it, or that he'd made you uncomfortable as usual, but it was you who had won your little dispute. After all, you're going to have the last laugh.

…🎉…

A few more drinks away and no word from your friends. The small anger you had felt towards Mark had been transformed into an important mission to tell almost every girl you knew there about the new gossip you had been entrusted with.

You were at a stage in your drinking where your conscience was no longer so affected - so you could tell that your actions were the result of a real desire to unmask the most annoying guy you knew. Of course, the drink made you bold enough to carry out the plan, but the rest was all yours.

— So… Mark Lee, do you know who that is? — You were excitedly telling Lane, a girl from your business class. Lane nodded, curious. — The rumors are that…

She then arched her eyebrows, looking past you. Unfortunately, or not, you didn't exactly notice that.

— He's a very bad kisser! — And then you started laughing for the nth time that night, thinking about how funny that was and hoping for a good reaction from your colleague.

— Oh really? And how do you know that? — A voice echoes from behind you and you feel your spine freeze. Lane stares at you and the person behind you alternately, getting a front row view of your giant screwup.

"Shit", you thought before turning to face the known voice owner.

— Mark. — It's all you can say. You try your best not to show the shame of having been caught in such a…vulnerable moment. The brown-haired guy just stared at you intensely, arms crossed in front of his chest and a deadly look in his eyes. You don't let yourself be intimidated this time, and give him an ironic look in return.

— Funny you should be saying that, hermit.

— Funny that you're a literature student and yet misuse that word.

Okay, that wasn't your best take at the moment. But it was all you could think of as a response. You wait for a laugh from Mark, or anything else that would reveal his smug spirit - or that would show that he had been shaken by your comment about the kiss.

However, he just takes a step forward, still with his arms crossed, coming dangerously close to you and tilting his head and shoulders in your direction, to look you right in the eye as he says:

— Who did you call a "bad kisser" again? — He teases, starting to crack a sly smile. — Why don't you kiss me to prove who's the bad kisser?

You swallow a lump in your throat, not knowing what to say. That's right, it seems that his idiotic manners had appeared in the worst possible way, and now it was up to you to make things right, even though you felt nervous and your stomach twisted with a feeling you didn't understand where it was coming from.

Suddenly, a flash of confidence came over you. And there, staring at your nemesis' frowning eyebrows and the nonchalant way in which he crossed his well-shaped arms, with that stupid grin on his face and a growing challenge in his gaze, you understood what was happening to you. Damn it, you want to kiss Mark.

Of course you don't want to give him a taste of being right, or yet another reason for him to think he's the man. Of course you don't want to hurt your own pride, and you'd hold on to it like your life depended on it.

But you also wanted to be able to test that gossip you'd heard earlier that evening. And you also wanted the taste of knowing that you'd totally destabilized that arrogant man. You wanted to see the look of surprise on his face when you accepted his proposal, or would he be… satisfied? Or bewildered? All the options seemed alluring in your imagination.

And you wanted to. Oh, you really did. You really wanted to kiss Mark Lee.

— Prove me wrong, then. — You boldly held the gaze of the boy who was testing your patience so much these past weeks. Your smile gradually widened as you watched his mouth slowly open in confusion. Oh, he hadn't expected that. Mark's eyebrows drew together and he seemed to search for words. His posture stretched, and the shadow of his body moved away from you.

— Wait, what did you say? — He pointed to his own ear and then to his surroundings, indicating the muffled sound of the party music. His face showed, however, that he had heard very well - he just wanted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating those words.

— Prove. me. wrong.

— What the actual f… — He practically whispered, but you could understand the words just by watching the movement of his lips. Mark's gaze in your direction was puzzled and surprised, but not in a childish way. He stared at you as if he were really trying to understand what on earth could be happening to you at that moment.

So, without letting him think too much about your sudden acceptance, you took the boy's wrist in one hand and began to lead him out of there.

— Let's find somewhere to go. — You said, with an assurance that had never come through your voice before, which Mark seemed to like. Then he took the lead himself, gently leading you through the party with the calm of someone who seemed to have done it many times before - and he probably had. You mentally thanked him, because if you had to continue to pull up your little confident act, your knees might have given out. Or your stomach would explode. Something in between.

Suddenly, Mark stopped in front of a door, already on the second story of the house. You didn't even notice how your feet made it all the way up the stairs, but they did. He opens the door, but not before turning to look at you one last time, trying to make sure that was happening.

He enters the room before you and turns on the light, making you realize that it was a rather narrow bathroom. Your heart beats rapidly before you take the final steps towards that unexpected destination. You enter and close the door behind you. Mark leans lazily against the wall opposite to the sink, facing the bathroom mirror. He takes a deep breath, looks at the floor with a sly smile and says:

— I thought you hated me… — But you don't let him finish, because you quickly stand in front of him and put both hands behind the back of the head of the boy you hated. You see Mark's eyes widen one last time as he is interrupted, before you can bring your lips together in a rushed kiss.

Your nervous fingers run through the end of Mark's hair, which seemed freshly cut and slightly spiky. You smiled into the kiss at the tickling sensation, while he barely had time to react to your approach.

Then, when he finally understands, Mark pulls you close, holding your waist with both hands and spreading his legs to fit you between them. His grip is firm but still, as if he's nervous.

You continue to enjoy the moment, moving according to the rhythm between you, but always wanting more. The air in the bathroom seems increasingly thin, but the chaos of your mind barely lets you notice. You leave Mark's lips to make a trail of kisses between his chin and neck, hearing him sigh above you. You feel the warmth of his skin, and the short traces of freshly shaved beard on his face. It's only when Mark gently pulls his face away and leans his forehead against yours, pausing to take a deep breath, that you realize he's barely had time to think.

— Okay, hasty. — He lets out a weak laugh between sighs. — Now it's my turn.

Without letting you answer - and in a classic revenge move - Mark leans over until you have to walk backwards. His steps are short, but they work until your back hits the sink counter. His exposed arms encircle you, holding you firmly on the worktop as he brings his body closer to yours until you're completely touching.

You let out an exclamation before he presses your lips together again, this time taking the lead.

Mark's lips feel like uncharted territory, as this time he takes control. His kiss is firm, but not at all restrained. Slowly, you feel one of his hands rise from the counter and run down your spine from the base to the nape of your neck, tracing it with his fingers and leaving you extremely sensitive. At the nape of your neck, Mark's hand fiddles with your hair, precisely catching the strands in a ponytail that he pulls back slightly.

His index finger makes a few deft turns through the strand, twisting it until it is completely in his grasp. He squeezes your strands with a force that doesn't hurt, but makes you grunt into the kiss - which he answers with a smile.

Still enraptured by the unexpected movements, you barely notice when Mark's two hands gather around your thighs, pushing them up until you're sitting on the sink counter and he has to tilt his head slightly to avoid breaking the kiss. The ease with which he had lifted you, and without pulling away. Oh my God.

Jennie's words about Mark seem further and further away, as if they had been in another life. They also seem, fortunately or not, untrue.

"Lin said they kissed earlier in the evening, and he barely even moved! Can you believe that? ", you hear your friend's voice in your head. Oh, no… Lin must have been completely out of her mind.

But there's barely time to think about anything outside that small bathroom. Or at least not when Mark is running his tongue lightly over your lower lip before moving on to your neck. The warm breath against your cold skin sends shivers down your spine, and you wriggle under the boy's grip - which still hasn't left your thigh.

With no time to lose, you pull back on Mark's neck to press your lips together again, and he seems to love it. For a few more moments, you exchange hurried kisses and firm squeezes, until Mark's kiss begins to slow down, becoming even more attractive. The movement of your lips, so sure and certain, gradually stops, until he leaves a few lingering kisses and rests with your faces close together.

— I think you've proved me wrong. — You say, in a whisper, then let out a muffled laugh, unable to stop smiling.

— That's a shame… — He begins, tilting his head with a sideways smile. — Because if you weren't convinced, I'd have to keep proving it to you.

You face each other directly, and you can't help but roll your eyes at his comment, and then say:

— Mark Lee, you're an incredibly bad kisser.

— That's exactly what I wanted to hear. — He mumbles and moves closer again. You can still hear him let out one last dry, drawn-out laugh before closing your eyes and surrendering to the darkness.