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Ahhh, I can't wait for the 3rd chapter 😭😭😭

to all the boys i've hated before. (part 2)

pairing | nct dream x fem!reader

genre | fluff with big clumps of angst, to all the boys i've loved before inspired au, a whole love octagon, implied enemies to lovers, college au

words | 14k

warnings | profanity, mentions about cult and murder, the dreamies are assholes here, FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC. they're absolute angels irl so plz take it with a pinch of salt taglist | [OPEN] @marklexleaf @rrnhyuck @runawayrek@czenieehyuck @jaeminslut @tsupuffs @ihearthaechan @angelssung @renkkuri @injunzz @woofie-nctzen-fanarts @jaeyux @scintillating-souls @yixingtion @bath1lda @channiedani @yourelate @alyvieyr @huangberryyy @shnchintya @germoryisinvain @one16core @treeforlight @sharkbb @justvelvet14 @chnzlele @grassbutneo @daegalfangirl @itsjustveryhard @latta-e @rosyb7aby @softieehyuck @ryu-naa @totalbetty @renjun-pretty @legbouk @mahae66 @babyksworld @artsenthusiastk77 @peepsibo @natttjuless @todorokiskitten @jaeviez @seobecca @fullbitchsun @resceluwu @flower-lise @aedreamzy @bananaxsydeee @nctevia @dandelionxgal @wildxdreamer @bbnana @luvdroids @jensrose

synopsis | an incident that spiralled your life in so many ways possible. out of your entire school life, you had only written letters about people who you so much despised, being it for your eyes only. until a day, word came out that they’d been exposed. you remembered, out of hundred and nine– there was a top seven.

PREVIEW | PART 1

II. resolvement brings chaos

Right before you knew it, the spiral in your life had immediately begun. You’ve had multiple, to be frank. But this was the dawn of a swarming black hole.

The moment Donghyuck mentions it, you can’t help but freeze in your place. The damned letter in his very hands and it terrified you to think about the other ones you had written down. You could only mutter curses under your breath, the latter sitting on the couch with this sad smile carried on his face.

The dreadful thought about having to confront each and every single person in those letters seemed more of a death wish, you could have sworn you were just waking up from a hangover minutes ago and now you were in agony, already in the first phase; coming face to face with Lee Donghyuck. The day couldn’t be any worse, with a throbbing headache waking you up first thing in the morning. And you had that diorama project with Jisung today, you doubt he hadn’t seen it yet.

How did the letters even get out in the first place? Your eyes glance at the boy in front of you, as much as you wanted to assume it was him, jumping to conclusions could probably lead to something terrible. Maybe drinking multiple shots of soju was undoubtedly not a good idea with your teetotalism, not to mention, you probably had subconsciously asked for a bottle of tequila that night to test your tolerance.

You didn’t know why you felt guilty looking at the dispirited expression on his face, what happened to the ‘you have all the rights to be angry’ chit-chat?

Leaving yourself no choice, you take a deep breath and put down the glass of water you had on your hands. He looks anywhere but your direction, but you ignore his upset look and sit next to him. “Hey, I'm sorry. Don't be mad?” Your last sentence comes out more of a question than an attempt for consolation, usually, every cloud has a silver lining but it would’ve been a hundred times better if the roles were reversed. If it weren’t for yesterday, you’d be telling him he deserved it and walk out the room like an eminence– unfortunately, those are long gone dreams and now you have to settle down and face the fact that you aren’t able to run away from this.

Donghyuck himself was well aware he wasn’t in place to be mad over a letter summarizing his horrible attitude. “I..” He trails off, handing the envelope over. You didn’t really know what to look at, the sad-eyed boy beside you or the light beige embellished memo, adorned with a donkey-themed masking tape you had bought during the annual high school item sale.

He notices your hesitance the moment his hands gave up the letter, which meant that his speculation was true; you really had written it. He’s had the doubt, but surely you didn’t write it right? Or probably someone had framed you, or so he thought. Donghyuck’s shoulders drop, a sigh elicited from his lips as he finally apologizes.

“I’m sorry.”

Your ears perk up at his sudden apology, and here you thought he’d start to throw a petty war— maybe drop a hot coffee on your shirt or two.

“I wasn’t listening to you because I was so persistent on not giving a shit. Thinking about it now…” He huffs, you can hear the slight click of his tongue. “I’m not going to give any baseless excuses, I was an asshole.” For a fact, he still is. Even with that willingness to redeem himself for you, it still doesn’t cover the immoral acts he’s done. Who knows why he’s suddenly acting like the goody-two-shoes in this situation anyway? You still haven’t figured out what the deal between him and Mark was, and what made him drop to his knees so effortlessly. Here you were almost gaslit into thinking he was some sort of saint (not really).

You purse your lips to a flat line. Maybe you were too much of a pushover, thinking of forgiving him as a sixteen-year-old you would’ve thought of cursing at him by the time he could even open his mouth, or as a matter of fact— the you from months ago, would be absolutely disappointed. How do people change so much in the span of a few months? Whatever it was, you had no choice but to take the high road for now, as much as you wanted to tell him that you weren’t able to forgive him at all, you didn’t really have the heart to do that. As ironic as it is that you wrote a letter portraying your hatred to him, including the other six. And a few hundred, but that was pretty mild.

“I still won’t forgive you.”

“At least…I’m in the process of doing so.” You sigh, incredulous at the fact you were even able to try and forgive him. The boy gives you a hopeful look.

In comparison to the others, Donghyuck was actually willing to apologize, make up for his actions, and own up to his mistakes. Have his redemption. You could only realize how the letter to him somewhat misunderstood his personality little by little. Only meeting Donghyuck for a second, and you already hated him. How could it be your fault? For all you know, everybody doesn’t like someone who ruins their precious time of peace and quiet.

Unlike him though, there were those who avoided their problems to the grave such as Mark, People like Chenle who think it’s all bullshit, and Jeno: someone who would alter somebody’s life to prove that he’s the only right one in the argument, in that matter.

He for a fact could take responsibility for his actions. You could only see his charm now.

You still wouldn’t forgive him nonetheless.

“Well, if anything, just know I’m willing to listen to what you have to say.” Donghyuck felt guilty too, the act of culpability sinking at the bottom of his stomach. He was someone with pride, he never really cared if somebody was irked with his diva attitude, he brushed away other people's feelings; so he could focus on himself, what he needed to feel and how he didn’t need anybody else’s opinions to better what he thinks is already perfect.

You were the first to somewhat make a reaction out of him. Crack the picture-perfect mold he had of himself, the tiny rift to his flawless front glass.

He realized, his shield wasn’t immune, to you at least.

“Was Chenle waiting at the door earlier?”

“I don’t think he was.” He replies, from what he remembered– there were no loud knocks, no messages to apprise Donghyuck if he was coming to the dorm, and definitely no yelling.

Usually, you wouldn’t really care. He might pick you up often but it’s definitely not as different if he doesn’t. But after what happened, you can’t help but feel yourself at edge from even listening to the latter saying Chenle hadn’t come earlier. Maybe he was busy with work, or even knew you’d be knocked out cold– but that debunks so easily when you hadn’t even notified him that you were dead drunk last night. But you probably texted him, who knows?

If there’s anything worse to resort to, it’s that he’s seen that letter. And your heart somewhat aches just thinking about it.

Chenle thinks his problems are drivel; in a way where he denies it and goes on with his life as if it never happened primarily. On the other side of the coin, he’ll pin the blame on someone else if he has to or like what Mark does, avoid. You take out your phone from your pockets, deciding to give him a call– and he doesn’t answer. Texting him results in no answer either. It was so obvious that he was avoiding you, out of shame to be precise. “Not answering?” Donghyuck says.

You shake your head. Right, the so-called precious friendship you didn’t want to be ruined. And it decides to collapse in shambles. Did you feel proud of the confrontation? Was he reflecting on himself? Are you going to talk to him? Will he talk to you? You were expecting the same, nonchalant ‘it was that person or it was this person’ banter anyway, and from the letter– he never really changed. Sure, he matured, grew, and his antics lessened. But what lies behind the Chenle you know today, is still the same boy who could only tell you it’s all nonsense while his mind lays in the pit of indignity.

Your shoulders droop as you work out that Chenle’s not going to face you for a few business days and you were meeting Jisung in a few hours. There’s Donghyuck right in front of you, but what else is there to say or do?

You were suffering just like the rest, just like times were before. From this moment onward, you might be practically far from invisible.

And you hated it, so much.

-

You walk to the main auditorium with this heavy feeling on your back, like carrying two anvils that were about to break because it’s drained you, and it’s seen enough pain for a day. Life had never felt grimmer than it did. Five minutes in and you just realized they’ve actually been publicized all around, and that makes you at the urge of blowing a fuse. Those were letters for your eyes only, not anybody else’s. People were giving you looks even, and that made things worse than it should have. Your fists clench deep in your pocket, the hood of your hoodie hiding your face. Of course, a place where everybody is invested in somebody else’s life.

It was noticeable that it had already spread like wildfire, people were painting you to be the bad person already. Overdramatic, petty, all of those things that made you feel like you were supposedly the one ruining the lives of these people. How did the narrative switch up like a flick of light? Sure, you swear your weary eyes that you weren’t going to have a meltdown on campus, but you still keep your dignity intact.

You were thinking it’s because you wrote in red (deemed bad luck, or death in Korean superstition). But at the same time, you’d think someone had erased some parts of the letters to drastically change the whole thing. Whoever this person was, it was making you fit to be tied because they think they could easily get away with it. Just so you know dear perpetrator, you were close to blowing your top and it’s not going to look very pretty once you finally find out.

Your trust issues were surely resurfacing, the former suspicion of Donghyuck rising higher on the list of people you’d think could have possibly exposed the letters. This time, you had it listed mentally, who knows if you’ll get caught in another issue. Why was he saying sorry anyway? If the letters were altered to make it simply seem as if you were talking smack and not keep the vent about his attitude. What if Chenle thinks you berated him? Maybe the culprit changed only one or two... you don’t want to know, you don’t want to care anymore.

All that matters is, you just wanted it all to be over with.

“Excuse me.”

Your mind wanders in such dark places, even unable to focus in class as you were so busy rubbing your temple. It was during class and you were just minding your own business really— nobody had wanted to partner up with you judging from the fact they’d be written about next. You wanted to leave and pull a Crying Cassie moment, but you weren’t at that level of breaking down yet. While listening to your teacher mumble and mutter about more duo projects and groan as more people whisper behind your back, your bag gets pushed aside as a recognizable face hurriedly sits next to you, and your immediate thought was to either laugh or cry while regretting your life choices.

“Got a partner?”

“Not even a hello, Jaemin?”

“Hello, got a partner?”

You roll your eyes to his response, not replying to it any further as you try to ignore him. Just like Chenle and Donghyuck, you’ve kept on track with your friendship with Jaemin albeit he was more of some parasite rather than anything else, really. You’ve talked to each other, back to back, it was a mutual relationship to some degree.

Jaemin, an annoying pest in the distance. It’s not like he does it because he’s interested, if you know him, you might know him forever. His galling personality and love for provoking people. You could think he was insane or something else. “Hey, come on. Look at me, I've seen that letter you wrote about me.”

You close your ears the moment he mentions it. “Stop it. I don’t wanna talk about that.” You discern, giving him the look. “Fine with me actually! I’ve gone through being a class president with thick skin and you know what? I do not care a single bit,” grumbled Jaemin.

“So you haven’t changed? Is that what you’re saying?”

He brushes it away like a sweep of the wind, and you’re confused on whether to be surprised or expecting of it, after all– it is Jaemin. “I’m not saying your feelings aren’t rational, I understand you. But I really don’t care.” He says, setting up his computer. He just loves being an asshole, doesn’t he?

Think of it as enemies to lovers, but the enemies part isn’t as enemy-like as I digress. You annoy, bother each other (which most of it being Jaemin), feelings were mutual but the relationship seemed far more than that, and the two of you loved throwing shade every so often. Like Trisha and Ethan on the Frenemies podcast, easily brought up arguments but they were somewhat on good terms? I guess. And if anything, the two of you often made pacts; for fun to say the least.

“Well, there’s that.”

“Yeah well, we’ll leave that aside as you want and take in the emotional confrontation later. Do you have a partner?” He reiterates once again, emphasizing the last line. “Jeez, persistent much? Fine, I don’t have a partner.”

He takes a deep breath, “Okay, so we’re partnering for this project. Okay? No more other things said.”

You’d hate to admit it but at least he was here, you were thinking that you were a goner for a beat. No partner, and you were just as close to being ‘a nobody with a curse’ going around their back, basically irrelevant as one would say.

The more you glance at Jaemin, the more unsure you were.

“Why are you looking at me like that?

“There’s always a catch, you don’t really wanna partner up with me.”

To be real with you, he never did. Jaemin always beseeched for something in return, and that something was yet for you to figure out through his shenanigans. Perks of being an observer probably, or victim to his nuisance that you so despised. Better yet, he’s seen that last paragraph of your letter and decided to take it up with his own hands to prove himself better. An important project, him being in the same course and relationship closure– it was a perfect chance to redeem himself.

Sly class presidents and their wily ways.

He looks at you as if caught in the act, and sighs. “Look, you’re my partner. If I chose somebody else, you’d be all alone looking like some lost puppy. Second of all, you can take it as a chance to prove yourself, you failed this semester, right? It wasn’t looking good for you during the senior year anyway so you need someone smart like me to take you under their wing. A third of all-”

Bingo! He definitely thought this was some measure to measure deal. Also, since when were you ever failing this semester? You were doing just fine in fact, senior year recalls you failing because of him.

“I never said I needed you, you butt yourself in.”

“Well, that’s what you think. You were gonna need me anyway.”

“Whatever, I’ll let you know I’m already passing this semester and I’d be better alone without you trying to bother me.” You huff, opening your laptop because you’d be listening to the professor rather than wasting your time listening to Jaemin. “Please.”

You continue tapping on your keyboard, ignoring his pleas. “Stop bothering me.” You reiterate, rolling your eyes in response.

“Pretty please? I think you’re really cute.”

“Gross? And you’re not, I don’t need your help Jaemin.”

(Y/N would not survive a lie detector test.)

His attempts were poor and inconsistent, coming up with different excuses to bring some sort of reaction out of you when none of them were working in the first place. You’ve dealt with his dumb devilries and it tires you enough to even hear him blabber his mouth all day. If he doesn’t get what he wants, nor response— he’ll make sure to talk his way into getting it. A lightbulb rings a bell in his head, which leaves him with more ideas to pester you. If anything, he was sure this one was about to knock you right out of your seat, just a little more persuasion and he’ll have you wrapped around his finger.

“I know who exposed the letters.” Your eyes widen, Jaemin knows he’s irked you a little.

You still weren’t looking at him for that matter, but he’s already gotten to the first step: kindle a spark in your mind, he knows who it is, yet he could be lying– thus he sends your brain in a frenzy.

“Fuck, fine. What the hell do you want?” It’s not like you wanted to give yourself some suspense, you simply didn’t bother wanting to know, it could be a case where he’s going to come up with some reply that indicates a worthless hint that eventually leads to nada. And you don’t need that.

A huge grin appears on his face, looking at the screen of his laptop as he appears to search for something important. “Get to the point.” You grumbled. His screen loads up an Instagram page of one of the sorority girls, making you raise a brow. “Hwayoung?” He nods, clicking the message button to reveal the tons of (uncanny) direct messages sent by the aforementioned girl. There were tons, to say the least, more of her and not Jaemin— even if he did talk, it was more or less of a black or white response.

You give him a confused look, leaving him to sigh. “She won’t leave me alone. I’ve told her no so many times but she keeps persisting, and I can’t seem to get her to stop.”

“And your catch is?”

“Fake dating. You and me.”

You pretend to gag at his offer, bringing your clenched fist to your puffed cheeks. “I’m serious here.” He deadpans, making you stop as you clear your throat. “No way.” His shoulder drooped, lips curved to a frown as you declined the proposal. “Come on, we don’t even look good together. Plus, with those letters out– us suddenly dating would absolutely make no sense.”

He bites the bottom of his lip, tapping his feet habitually. “It’s okay, people here get into relationships faster than the rumors spread. It’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, no.”

Jaemin clicks his tongue, tapping his finger on the surface of the table. “If you ever change your mind, you can always text me.” He avowed. “Whatever.”

-

Classes had ended shortly with you missing your first periods, head slumped on the table of the downtown street cafe with Jaemin by your side, sipping on his signature soul-stealing coffee. He’d offered to accompany you to your plans of confronting Jisung next– as you had your Chemistry project with him due today. He was blabbering like normal and your energy sapped just from the thought of today’s events.

No wonder why he possesses such a big amount of energy, he’s almost synonymous with the coffee. The guy drinks several shots of espresso like it’s plain water.

“And so as I was saying, how are you gonna talk to him?”

“I don’t know, buy some desserts? Maybe ice chocolate, he seems like the type to drink it.” You sigh, rubbing the temples of your forehead as you look through your phone with agony evident on your face. Jaemin finishes slurping his favorite coffee, nudging your arm with his elbow. “I’m sure he’s not so bad, just buy the damn thing.” He groans, and so you do— what else is there to do anyway?

“Maybe this whole thing will die down faster than you think, and probably you’d be able to get your non-dramatic life working again.” He suggests.

You look at him with a distasteful expression, looking out the tall white-tinted windows of the cafe. “That offer is always up, you know.”

“Fuck, Jaemin– I’m still thinking about it okay?”

“You’re gonna save a life here.” He soothes, both of his hands guarded up in the air as a way to tell you to calm down. “It’s not like you’re going to die.” You roll your eyes. “But what if she’s secretly some murderous sorority member that’s a part of some men-killing cult? And I’m to become a sacrificial lamb?”

The only response you gave was the look of judgment, shaking your head as you listened to his mumbling nonsense. “You scare me.” Well, at least you knew another person who was just as pessimistic as you were, definitely not to this extent though.

“Well?” He pants, you were always quick to agree when there was an easy deal– he wonders why you were taking your time for this one.

“Is this because of that roommate of yours?” He raises a brow, sending you to lightly smack his shoulder which results in him grabbing it in pain (pretentiously, no way he’s gonna hurl over a light smack). “What the fuck are you taking at?” You hiss.

His face brightens up, stipulating he’s probably overanalyzed your reaction and is now thinking he’s come up with some sort of confidential information. In reality, you were just flustered with his sudden question. “There’s probably something going on between the two of you, I can smell it.” You wince at that. “I’m pretty sure you’ve lost your sense of smell if you’re thinking of it like that.”

Jaemin scoffs lightly at your reply, “Fine, okay– nothing is going on between the two of you.” He repeats in a more accentuated tone. He sits still for a while as if thinking, suddenly snatching your phone that laid on the table. “Wha– Hey!” He uses his elbows to block you from taking back your phone– notably opening the contacts apps to add his number in for… purposes. “Just in case.” He smiles, passing it back as you grab it harshly as a rough reminder for him to not go around and take your stuff without your permission. A silent ‘fuck you’ in a way.

You look at the phone screen, seeing he had set his contact name to ‘Jaemine’ with a couple of green heart emojis to add to the cheesiness of it. Cringe.

“What? Don’t like it? It was pretty clever.” He retorts. “I haven’t even agreed to your offer.”

“You’re considering it, which means you probably will.”

Shaking your head was the only thing you could do in reply to his shenanigans, your lips pursed to a flat line as you stood up from your seat– about to get takeaway and prevent yourself from getting distracted by the boy any further.

“I’m leaving.”

“See you later!” He winks.

You blatantly decide to shoot him up the middle finger.

-

Clutching the plastic bag in your hands, you take a deep breath before opening the door.

Two down, five more to confront. You sigh, rubbing your face in frustration since the well-known acid dropper from your junior year was about to enter your dorm. Placing down plates and forks along with needed materials, you were all set to meet him– which was a total lie. You were beyond nervous, rubbing your fingers as your palms started to become clammy.

You bought two slices of vanilla sponge cake, decorated with sugar-coated strawberries sitting atop the frosting; something Jaemin disagreed to buy for the latter earlier, but you were unbothered by his dislike for strawberries and bought it in the process anyway. You also bought the suggested iced chocolate drink for him along with a latte for yourself.

The uneasy feeling rested at the very back of your body, gently fiddling with the fork while you were counting sheep like some sort of madman– take it as counting the seconds before he’d knock on that door.

Ten, eleven, twelve …

First of all, this wasn’t even as close to a thriller-horror movie; so why were you counting as if your life depended on it?

And when you’re finally distracted from counting, a soft knock emits from outside.

It was him.

“C-coming!” An abrupt stutter leaves your lips, swallowing the lump in your throat as you open the wooden door to be greeted by the familiar tall figure from yesterday. He held a plastic bag full of stuff for the project, giving you a small smile before inviting himself in as you opened the door a little wider. He glances at the dessert and drinks you set on the small coffee table, looking at you after with an unreadable expression on his face– he probably wasn’t expecting it. Or he probably speculated you were going to prepare some food that was laced with rat poison as quote-unquote sweet revenge.

“It’s just a small treat.” You cough, and the boy gives a curt nod before sitting down across from you. The two of you both bring out the needed materials from your respective plastic bags and the latter rests his chin on his palm. “Are you good at sculpting clay?” He asks.

“I don’t know Jisung, as an art student that takes ceramic classes– I don’t really know if I am.” Your tone was obviously mockery, but the boy seemed a little taken aback.

“You’re an art student?” He says, shocked. “Didn’t you fail all of your art classes?”

You don’t really know if that's supposed to be a genuine question from a memory he can’t collect, or that he’s still being the same conniving little shit from years ago. “That was years ago, plus I’m just taking it as a minor and I’ve improved.” You huff and the boy manages to let out a small chuckle, a shit-eating grin forming on his face.

“What’s so funny?

“Nothing, I just remembered the times when Ms. Kim would tell you off because of your horrible drawings. Remember when you even called them Picasso pieces?”

So he was being a conniving little shit.

“Art is supposedly objective, who knows if other people would have loved it.” A small ‘hmph’ leaves your lips as you start to angrily rub the polymer clay into a ball. “Y/N. If a right-handed person who has never written with their left hand, and got it broken the day before and was asked to draw something with it after, all of your drawings would definitely be the outcome of it.” Specific much?

“Yeah, well yours was shittier.” You scoffed. “Yours was the shittiest! That’s like the superlative, nothing can beat that.”

“I should have added poison.”

His jaw was slack and his eyes looked as if he'd seen a horrifying ghost. Did he actually think you were going to murder him before this? “I’m just joking.” You huff, “I know you were, you could never kill me with your height.” He snickers. The thing is, you weren’t even that short!— he was just being a dick.

“Actually, I take back what I said.”

The two of you put up casual conversations while shaping different shapes to define your chemicals and other stuff for your diorama project as you talk about past school beef and little inconveniences both of you faced during the austere years of high school and from what you've discovered, maybe Jisung isn’t all as bad.

He says he isn’t good at expressing himself. Usually laughing, or grinning at the worst times possible because he believes that he would be able to brighten the atmosphere without a doubt, roughly learning years later that he was never that much of a mood maker in his circle of friends. He’d look mad albeit not even feeling any sort of anger at all. His love language was cut short and he never really fancied I love you’s like most people do.

“It’s not like it’s ruined my life, to be honest.” He sighs, taping the string on the top of the cardboard through the punctured hole. “But I'm pretty sure… I’ve messed up in some areas.” He seems to be glancing at you after the last sentence, seeing as you were listening to him the entire time without even saying much. Was he referring to you?

You were just writing down definitions, looking through websites for extra sources, and minding your own business. “What about you?”

“Huh? What about me?” You ask. “Have you ever had anything you realized about yourself?”

To be honest, you weren’t so sure. “I don’t know, that I’m just here?” Your voice was mellow, you had never really fully taken it into account. You weren’t somebody bright, nor were you somebody that was always pushed aside. You aren’t dull and lame but you aren’t so interesting either. You’re friendly but there's that constant where nobody really cares what you do. You aren’t all good but you aren’t all bad. To note, you were practically invisible, there was nothing noticeable about you. That’s what you realized at least.

“Just here as in?”

“Like… invisible? There’s not much to me, but that’s what I realized.” You shrug.

He nods understandably, finally finishing off the last model before inserting the toothpick into the clay. Jisung stretches his arms, yawning as his back is laid on the futon of the grey couch. “Have you finished writing?” Just as he asks that, you click the pen to close the ink lid and slide over the papers. “All done! Just to paste and we’re ready to pass it next week.”

The two of you eventually completed your diorama project, the boy sighing in relief as the two of you were finally done. It was already quite dark out, but you had nothing to worry about since Donghyuck had already promised to stop doing parties at the dorm until ungodly hours anyway. The cakes were left in crumbs and the cups were almost light. You yawn after a rough few hours of hearing Jisung blather, no-internet frustration, and awful cases of sore thumbs from the rough grip of your pen.

Gladly, no letter was brought up of the sort.

“Being partners isn’t so bad huh?”

Your brows were raised the moment he mentions so. “Yeah.” You scoffed.

What Jisung really meant was asking if he was a much better person than before.

After he spilled the acid on your thesis you’ve worked so hard on— that was then long gone, he realizes he’s messed up. He laughs it off because he’s scared, but doesn’t realize you were beset the whole week– and him doing that worsened things between the two of you.

You were the first person to ever willingly partner with him, and he had to ruin it.

And after reading the letter, he felt so heartbroken, as if he was caught guilty as charged. He doesn’t want to talk about it, only because he doesn’t want to upset you further nor does he want to ruin things by opening his mouth in such a carefree way like he’s always done– and he assumes it’ll lead to bad things again. “Thanks for today, I’m sure he’ll give us a passing mark for this project.” He assures, grinning widely.

“Pfft, hopefully…” You trail off.

“Thanks to you too.”

Your response made him feel sort of giddy, his already wide smile wanting to stretch ear-to-ear from the feeling of ecstasy.

Poor kid, all he wanted was to be appreciated.

He takes a deep breath. “I’ll see you in Chemistry again?”

“Definitely.”

-

Surprisingly, there was no confrontation of the sort and that relieves you. Maybe he chooses not to disclose it or maybe it hasn’t reached him yet. Whatever it was, you were just glad it was no more. Breaking you out of your daze, a notification pops up on your homescreen, making your eyes glance at the phone beside you.

| jaemine ♥♥♥♥: did u confirm it w ur bf

Your upper lip is pulled, teeth exposed as you express your disgust.

| you: NOT my bf btw

| jaemine ♥♥♥♥: yes or no honey

| you: no i haven't why do i need his permission 😐

| jaemine ♥♥♥♥: cs ur ‘thinking’ about it like ur waiting for him or smth

| jaemine ♥♥♥♥: is he not home yet???

Well, speak of the devil– you could hear the keys dangle from outside, quickly hiding your phone as you clear your throat, continuing to watch the drama playing on the television.

The front door welcomes the all too familiar boy, looking as if he has gone through a horrible snow storm– hair covered in bits of snow and he was shivering, even with the help of his black coat and gloves, he was almost about to freeze to death. You glance at him coughing and shuddering. “Did the heat packs run out?” He nods, and you immediately run to him– taking off his coat as he’s still trembling. “It’s fucking freezing out.” He mumbles, grabbing your shoulders to embrace you to feel the sense of body heat to keep him from passing out. You wince at the sudden cold feeling hitting your chest, engulfing his figure as he clenches his fist. “How was the, um… project?” He mutters, he sounds like he’s hit a fever of some sort, panting after every word as he tries to catch his shaky breath. “It was good, he… didn’t bring it up.”

The two of you were just casually hugging in front of the door, comforting each other after a long day.

“Hyuck–” “Hold on, I need a hot shower.” He huffs as the both of you finally pull away. “Tell me later, okay?” He hurriedly says, grabbing the nearby towel from the hanger that stood in the hallway as he quickly entered the bathroom to make sure his body heat was burning hot. You let a small chuckle, seeing how out of all the things he could’ve done to warm himself up— was to quickly engulf you in his arms first as he gets back home. His fingertips were cold and his ragged breaths came out a translucent pearly white, but you couldn’t deny how warm he felt. Not literally, but emotionally. There was this thing to him, an unexplainable surging tide of warmth he was.

To be honest, you feel a little stupid. What’s with you and sugarcoating Donghyuck these days? You slump on the couch, drumming your fingers on the armrest as he showers.

| you: im just asking him because he knows u well and i need some precautions

| you: before i ‘date’ ur flat ass

| you: now that he’s home …… girl i better be getting paid if i end up saying yes

Maybe you do wonder why you needed to ask him, as if there aren’t other people who knew him well that were quite close to you (Only one, being Donghyuck. You suck at interacting.) or you literally had no need to come up with an excuse. You scoff while pondering, thoughts have never been more confusing.

A few minutes of basic high school drama scenes, and Donghyuck screaming in the shower later– he settles himself down beside you with his wet, damp caramel hair covering his eyes. “Hey, help me dry my hair.” He nudges your shoulder, already turning his back to face you as you let out a sigh. You turn on the plug and take the hairdryer that laid on the lamp table next to the couch, turning it on as the familiar white noise buzzes throughout the entire dorm. To be frank, you forgot how loud this thing was.

Donghyuck sits still as you run your hands through his hair, blowing it as you comb his strands with your fingers. “What did you want to ask me?” He says, leaning himself closer to you as the deafening noise of the hairdryer was too loud for him to talk normally.

The thing is, he wasn’t even speaking louder than the occurring noise to make sure it was clear enough for you to hear— instead, he chose to whisper like some ‘seducer’. His lips stood so near to your ears and it was a helpless chill down your spine. “It’s Jaemin.” You whisper back.

(Great, another incoming blackhole you were unaware of– what is wrong with you?)

-

“You what?”

“I know, it was stupid of me.”

You’ve never seen him sigh so much in front of you. Explaining how you and Jaemin even ended up in this situation sort of got him baffled. “It’s to let Hwayoung stay away right?” He reiterates, and you nod. He seemed hesitant, biting his nails as he took quick glances at you. “It’s up to you, to be honest, but for Jaemin’s sake, I’d say yes? I mean… Hwayoung’s come to be obsessed with him.” To reference, Cassie tries her every attempt to catch Nate’s attention. Of course, in this case, Jaemin is not a massive piece of shit and the two never had any relation of the sort— Hwayoung just needs to be advised to stay away because it’s getting discomfiting for him. “You need to be careful too, who knows if she’ll try anything,” Donghyuck adds, sighing again.

He’s right, but let’s not hope for the worst and expect her to not go batshit crazy.

Your phone rings once again, and before you take it– Donghyuck grabs your wrist. “Wait, I um…” His grip wasn’t robust, but his gaze looked as if he needed to tell you something important. His eyes looked like it was yearning for something, but you can’t quite catch it. Before you could ask him anything, his grasp slowly loosens as a fond smile paints his lips.

“Nevermind, good luck.”

-

| you: hey

| jaemine ♥♥♥♥: hi girlfriend can u be a lil more enthusiastic?

| you: UR SO DEMANDING

“Demanding?” He scoffs.

You and Jaemin were next to each other on the bench, after ensuing chaos in the cafe while attempting to take couple shots so that you could post them on your Instagram stories. “Well? How do you want me to act? I’ve never been in a relationship before.”

“Something like,” He starts to cling to your arm, bringing himself closer as he bats his eyelashes. “Jaemin~ my lovely boyfriend, how are you today baby?” With his endearing, cheesy tone and doe look, your eyes narrow to his little welcoming-girlfriend tutorial, eyebrows pulled down as you slightly push him away. “Ew.” You shiver, Jaemin clicking your tongue at your disapproval. “Well, at least act happier when we’re around her.” He suggests.

“Has she seen it yet?”

“Nope.”

But other people have, either shocked or happy with the dating news of Jaemin and you, it makes you frown a little that you’d see some people even ask who you even were (and they weren’t even genuine questions, more of a sarcastic tone to convince themselves you were a nobody) or rather mocking you as ‘the relationship virgin’ trying to get more public approval by dating Jaemin. You never understood how if you didn’t have sex or wasn’t at least in a relationship, nor if you didn’t do anything that could lead to a horrible addiction, you’d be seen as somebody who was ‘unwelcomed’. It’s crazy how this was deemed a standard, it was stupid to you. Obviously, you ignored them, if not— your notebook would be out on your lap.

It makes you wonder if you sort of regret even saying yes, but for some reason– you discerned if you were too sensitive.

Jaemin notices you looking away the moment he sees more of the negative comments, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he turns off his phone. “Don’t mind them, they’re just jealous because they don’t have an amazing, absolutely stunning partner.” He clicks his tongue, giving his most fond expression. He was probably talking about himself. “I know.”

“Want ice cream at my dorm? Just for a more homey feel, I’m a little tired walking.”

Maybe his attempts weren’t so poor after all, his offer putting a small smile on your face. Your heel was starting to ache a little anyway. “Yeah.”

“Looks like we’ve got a bunch of tubs to waste.”  He groans, stretching his arms out as he brings out his hand for you to hold with this idiotic smile on his face. You could only chuckle in response to his romantic gesture, resting your palm on his as Jaemin leads you away to his dorm block– unaware of the giddy feelings swarming the pit of his stomach.

-

Jaemin’s lips flatten in embarrassment, forgetting you and Mark had this sort of turmoil— a thing the latter had talked to him about days ago during the big party. The two of you were just staring at each other, while Jaemin decided to let go of your hand.

“Can we come in…?” Jaemin slowly says, raising his brows to his eye-widened roommate.

“Y-yeah.” He cursed under his breath, staring at you before closing the door. You on the other hand had just accepted the fact that life despised your guts and surely enough, you were positive that the worst things you can imagine were about to reoccur again the moment you meet one of them again.

If Jaemin’s seen it, certainly Mark has too.

You were caught in a predicament, sitting on the sofa as Mark was at the other side of the counter doing laundry while Jaemin was busy doing god knows what in the kitchen. Inside of your left brain, you had hoped to just make sure things don’t take a bad turn and maybe make ends meet along the way whereas your right brain is about to burst into tears, making you tap your feet nervously (which wasn’t helping in any way).

Mark on the other hand was trying his hardest not to question you if you’ve already made up your mind, a thick lump forming on his throat the more he thinks about it. Reminding him of when he walked away at the party to look like some mysterious figure you’d never see again, then here you were.

You glimpse at Mark hastily taking his laundry out, placing all of it into the white basket as he holds it in his arms. He looks at you, thinking twice before literally asking— “H-have you made up your mind yet?” It was impulsive, and it definitely caught you off-guard right as your gaze locked his. He always seemed to appear so delicate and clumsy when you were around, the unperturbed and intimidating look never to be encountered when you’d expect it. You pick out that he seems to stutter more as well.

Life is never complete without getting interrupted, and that calls for when you were about to answer— Jaemin opening the door out of the blue to yell that he’s got the ice cream tubs.

Mark immediately leaves to go to his room, eyes diverted from your direction out of embarrassment. “What’s with him? He’s usually so inviting.” Jaemin sarcastically asks, sitting down next to you as he passes a tub of cookies and cream. Even though he knows why Mark is being so timid, he obviously won’t share anything away with you. “I don’t know, he’s probably at his time of the month.” You shrug, making the latter chuckle in response.

“And why were you taking so long?” “Hwayoung sent loads of messages.”

You don’t really know if that’s either a good thing or a bad thing.

He takes out his phone for you to see, the messages full of her being in a state of repudiation and saying she could treat him better, talk about unrequited love— that’s rough. Jaemin turns off his phone in frustration, resting his head on the head of the couch as he looks at you. “I’m guessing we’ll have to go through this longer than we think.” and Jaemin didn’t really mind that.

You on the other hand, maybe wished it could’ve ended now.

“I swear I’ll treat you so good, that Hwayoung gives up and sees that I’m fucking in love with you.” He proclaims, and the last sentence seemed scaringly real. But to the both of you, those were just words.

“Except that, I’m really not, of course.” Jaemin nudges your shoulder, leaving you to laugh. “I know, Jaemin, you’d never.” You nonchalantly say, taking a bite of the ice cream as the latter opens his mouth. “You have yours!”

“It’s strawberry!”

“Stop being a picky eater and eat it.”

He shakes his head, was he being stubborn on purpose? Didn’t he say he’s got bags of ice cream stored in his fridge waiting to be eaten? “Partners share stuff don’t they?” He beams.

“I don’t know, I’m not the relationship expert here.” You roll your eyes, but before you can take another nibble— Jaemin grabs your wrist to bring the spoon to his mouth. “Hey! That was my bite dumbass.” You groan, a peal of jokingly maniacal laughter leaving his mouth as you lightly smack his shoulder. Surely, this went on for about 10 minutes or more, whatever it was— you were down in the mouth getting your ice cream taken by Jaemin himself. “I bought it, I have the rights to it!”

“Pfft, my mistake— did a certain somebody not say he’s got tubs to waste?”

“But I wanna share with my lovely girlfriend.” He starts to put up the coquette-ish attitude again, and starts to cling to your arm like he always does. Who really is the girlfriend here?

“Then, why did you— you—” You stuttered out, flustered. His cute display of affection was hard for you to accustom yourself to, but what you were sure of, is that it definitely makes you recoil. “You’re taking this way too literally Jaemin.”

“Leave me be, I miss having a relationship.” You hum in response, not understanding his defense in any way. “Well, I don’t.”

“That’s because you’ve never dated?” He makes a scoffing, dismissive sound— leaving you to pinch his back with your gel nails you had gotten done at the nail tech a month ago. But he was right, you never had fully grasped the point of having a full-fledged love life yet. He grunts in pain as you pinch his back, “Ouch? At least, I’m the first person to quote-unquote date you. You should be glad you’re dating someone as amazing as I am.” He accentuates, pursing his lips as he closes his eyes in a prideful manner— making you sneer in response.

“You guys are dating?”

The source of the voice makes both of your heads turn, and it was Mark, carrying his folded clothes. You immediately shake your head, Jaemin quickly rushing to grab the latter’s hands to bring him to sit down in-between the two of you. The poor boy was slightly bewildered, looking at the two of you for answers. Jaemin was trying to reassure him, not wanting to make it seem like he was backstabbing his best friend after he expressed concern about his confounded feelings the last time, and you just didn’t want to be associated with Jaemin in any form.

“We aren’t, we just came to a consensus. A simple equal exchange, it’s fake dating.” He explains, the boy in ebony hair attempting to take in both of your motives (mainly Jaemin). He’s caught onto three words: obsessed, fake dating, and a benefitting two-for-two deal. Not exactly words, but that’s what he concluded from Jaemin’s rushed explanation.

You were just nodding to everything he had to say.

“Well, that’s a lot to swallow.” Definitely, when Jaemin says it’s a long story, it’ll definitely be a long story. Just a reiteration.

“Yeah, exactly. Now, you don’t go telling everybody around, if anything, forget it if you need to and pretend we are dating. You know how you are when you’re drunk.” Jaemin enunciates, recollecting the last time Mark had accidentally spit out a secret of Jaemin’s— which definitely left the dorm basking in silence for a day or two including the Canadian boy trying to knock on his door as he asks for forgiveness.

Mark nods to Jaemin’s plead, glancing at you in his periphery as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

Was he still in desire of an answer from you?

He was probably in his room brooding about your reply, but in your case— you still haven’t thought about it. Life was a little too hectic for you at the moment to spare a minute thinking about an answer— as you said, you’d take your time. All of it was a lot to take in as well, you don’t mean to leave him hanging but you hoped for him to understand the situations you were blatantly getting yourself into.

Jaemin notices Mark’s frequent exchanging looks at you, even though he was listening to Jaemin— it was obvious he wasn’t able to focus with you beside him by the looks of his apologetic gaze resonating throughout his whole face. The boy is a sole multitasker, with excellent grades albeit throwing parties like the frat leader he is, being an overall great member for his rugby team and all the while maintaining a good relationship with everybody he’s interacted with— and that sort of breaks down during the incident with you.

That’s why he’s always avoiding his problems, it’s because he’s so afraid of messing up.

You were breaking everybody’s molds, and you were yet to break your own. But Jaemin has this sort of fond lookout for you, for some reason— he’s happy seeing Mark trying to admit to his wrongs, although it’s not looking very steady, he was elated to see him trying.

Though, for you, it was a whole lot of responsibility for one person. The others can sit down and think about what they’ve done wrong and choose whether or not they’d want to confront and apologize - or rather, not - to you, possibly reflect for the better. While you, on the other hand, it wasn’t even your fault they were released in the first place. Something so confidential and private— now twisted and narrative-pushed, out in the open for everyone to see. Then comes the confrontations, which knowingly cause so much mental frustration, because you were unprepared for this from the start.

You were angry.

The thoughts were lingering again, making you slightly shake your head to tell yourself that it wasn’t the right moment to ponder.

“So, when will all of this be over?”

“When Hwayoung eventually gives up, although I don’t know when that’s going to happen.” Damn, Hwayoung— she’s clearly got a heart of steel considering even with a big ‘No, I don’t like you.’ painted all over Jaemin when she’s around, she’s still all up on him. Maybe if she wasn’t so obsessive and delusional, you’d be rooting for her, in lieu she just ends up being a creep.

“Until then, you can find another girl.” You grin, making the latter shake his head. “But I’m not close to any other girl besides you.” Weird, the well-known business boy who’s got all the ladies and men falling knees for him, yet he has nobody close enough to muster up the courage to ask for the cliche offer of fake dating to get rid of a girl. “So I’m the one who has to put up with your shit? What about your exes?” You huff. “It’s all either too awkward or ended on bad terms.” He simply says. “As if we aren’t on bad terms!”

“No, we aren’t, I pester you to death and you don’t call the cops on me?”

“That’s not how it works?”

“Then where’s my restraining order?”

“Uh, guys?” Mark blinks, interrupting your little argument as the two of you stare at him. Not only third-wheeling, but he was a little afraid of the two of you.

Your affinity was developing, to say the least, the two of you were even fighting like an old couple would. For something that was just made up a few hours ago, you guys connected fairly well. “Sorry.” Jaemin mumbles as you roll your eyes. “For fake dating, it looks oddly real to me.” Mark shrugs, making the two of you shake your head.

“No?” grumbled Mark, as he gave a curt nod, eyes wrinkled as the two of you were so objected to the idea. “But it’s a work in progress.” You proclaim. “We still don’t fit well though.”

“Yeah, we definitely don’t.”

(You definitely do, and Mark was the first to see so.)

-

You discern that you and Chenle haven’t talked in a few days, he was ignoring you and it definitely seems to put a gap in your friendship. Maybe he means well, but you don’t really know— it feels sort of desolate without him. Meanwhile, things have gotten awfully closer between you and Jaemin and at some point, the fake dating gets pushed aside most of the time as the two of you realize you’ve made a closer camaraderie than intended. Your adventures were either accompanied by Mark or Donghyuck, maybe the four of you altogether.

To note, you’ve also tightened your bond with Donghyuck. He seems content to willingly listen to what you had to say and you’ve clicked a lot with him for the past week. He somewhat understands you more on an emotional level, and the deal between him Mark no longer rots in your mind.

The two of you had also set a few rules in the dorm to prevent the angry landlord from evicting the two of you out due to all of the partying clutter Donghyuck had caused. Luckily, he had decided to settle down and that let the aforementioned woman lay down from us a little.

You were also oblivious that Jaemin’s gestures had been more intimate with you lately, even if you did notice— you’d merely brush it off as him just making it a part of his act. After everything even, it was all considered bogus.

Class had ended and Jaemin walked you back to your dorm, blabbering about how Professor Cha was hot under the collar at everybody for not passing in an assignment in time when he informed us in about two in the morning; a period where most students were probably busy crying while penning an essay or rather dead asleep from all the studying they’ve done earlier that day. Jaemin was undoubtedly the first alternative, from witnessing him bawl in tears as you accompanied him the morning before as you had to wake up to him being a crying mess.

It was already dim out, the pristine moon ascending from the amber horizon. The two of you finally reach the front of your dorm, the boy still rambling as his hand slung around your shoulder. “And then he gives us those eyes? Like, talk about next-level salty. That man is more sodium than water, he’s always so mad at us at the things he caused.” You were just continuously nodding at his loquacious feat. Whoever his partner is in the future— I hope you’re able to abide by him.

“Hey, Mr. chatterbox— we’re here.” His blabbers were put to an abrupt stop the moment you told him so, his eyebrows cocked as he jutted his bottom lip. “Aw, I’ll see you when I’m not losing my mental fortitude over literature. I’ll see you then!” He singsongs, opening his arms indicating a hug. You let out a light scoff before leaning into his gentle embrace, Jaemin softly engulfing your figure while patting your hair, letting go after a few seconds as he puts on a rather sheepish smile.

“See you later.” You hum, bidding goodbye as you close the door with a small click.

Jaemin rubs his raw cheeks with his numb hands, feeling his cheeks rush while his timorous smile had grown bigger. He hadn’t felt this giddy after a while, his heart ridiculously going pitter-patter for the most unknown reasons. Did he have a high fever, was he going crazy? Better yet, was he in love?

He doesn’t understand, and he’s skeptical of the thought of it. The moment his brain releases the premise of falling in love, he shook his head frantically as he hid the bottom half of his face with his black scarf. His cheeks were daubed a rosy pink and as he exits the building, he feels fully aware that it’s not because of the harsh cold weather.

It wasn’t a high fever causing his heart to beat irregularly, nor was he going insane. In fact, he’s fallen in love.

Leaving Jaemin to blur himself further with his feelings, you were left yawning on the floors of your dorm— Donghyuck was probably still in class as for his tedious schedule. Before you prop your bag down on the armchair of the sofa, the doorbell suddenly rings.

Your eyes flutter in surprise for a second, was it Jaemin? Maybe he forgot something? A knock follows with a solid voice you well recognize and something edged your feet to move to open the door so quickly. Twisting the doorknob welcomed Chenle, your eyes widened as your mouth slightly hung open. His eyes looked bleak and his hand held a small black box— was he going to give you something?

You haven’t seen Chenle in a long while, and now that he’s standing in front of you, these bursts of sentiments start to hit you right in your chest. You don’t know whether to cry or be overjoyed that he’s finally decided to talk after days of avoiding you to no avail. “Chenle? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry.” His voice was a small croak, looking at you with a penitent gaze in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.” He reiterates this time, his voice more wavered as he quickly pulls you into a warm embrace. He sounded like he was about to cry, but he wasn’t able to. You distinguished that Chenle had this thing where he wasn’t able to feel much emotion, and that he was scared of himself because of that. Some people don’t sense as many emotions as others do, and that was completely okay.

You hug him back, hearing the hoarse tone of his voice made you feel like crying. His hug was tender and you can tell he was sorry, even with the letter and the past of his actions, it was obvious you harbored this soft spot for him. Not romantically, but just this odd sentimental feeling in your chest that makes you feel so vulnerable. Deep down, you believe he’s a good kid.

Your lips start to quiver, patting his head as you nod. “It’s okay, Chenle. It’s okay.”

“It was wrong of me, I’m so sorry. I should have apologized long ago but I kept quiet and I… I’m really..” He was stuttering a lot trying to explain himself but you kept shaking your head. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t know how long I’ve been meaning to say so. I let myself get to my own head.” He was clearly in distress and you felt glum but seeing him own up to his mistakes for the first time made you feel proud of his efforts to do so. You quietly hush him after, a small smile forming on your face. His arms were gently held around your neck, you could feel his faint breathing on your bare neck.

The two of you finally pull away, revealing your eyes being welled with tears as you try to hold them back. “Don’t cry.” He softly mutters, his fingers running through the strands of your hair. He puts up a sympathetic smile, eyes blinking as he remembers the little parcel resting in his grasp. “Here, take this.” He clears his throat, passing a diminutive black box. “It’s a small gift, both as an apology and as a little something I should’ve given back a long time ago.” His voice was faint halfway into the sentence. Something he should’ve given a long time ago? Could it be..?

You accept the small box, Chenle digging his hands in his pockets as he felt coy. How foolish you were, your eyes were still watery, beads of tears threatening to fall the more you held it in. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He mused, tilting his head as he gave his adorably contagious smile a go.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He raises his eyebrows before waving goodbye, and as the door closes behind you— your back leans against the door, sliding down onto the wooden floor as you carefully open the box. It was the old intricate silver necklace with a coral pendant engraved in the middle, something Chenle had stolen from you months ago.

It was a well-cherished gift from your Mother, and as Chenle was relatively struggling on his own at the time— he had stolen it from you and had intended to sell it off for profit of his own. It was a bad memory to recall, and you really hated him for it. He was running away from home at that juncture, and you suppose he decided to make absurd decisions on his own accord.

You were glad he never gave it away, perhaps he felt remorse for stealing such a treasured belonging of yours. There was a pink-tinted note resting at the bottom of the box.

I received your letter. The writing, I recognize it, it was when we were 9 right? Funny thing is that we stayed together after everything I’ve done to you. Not to say that I was ever doubting our friendship, I was just stupidly immature, and to be honest, I still am. I’m sorry at the bottom of my heart for hurting you. This is awfully formal for me, and I’m not really used to it… but I hope you know how much I’m reflecting on myself right now. I was wondering where I went wrong and here this goes. Not good at being emotional much, but you know me too well that I’m literally about as doing as much as I can to go out of my way to write back a letter to you. And I never do that. I’m also really sorry for avoiding you, you know how much I run away from my problems. I’m also a fucking asshole for stealing your stuff, especially your precious necklace— count this as an apology to  Ms. Jung as well. I’ve kept it with me for a long time in hopes to give it back to you without hesitating every time, and to this moment, thank you for helping me give it back. I hope this burden jumps off your back and starting with me, I’m sincerely sending back an apology to you. If anything, I’m changing bit by bit P.S you better not be awkward with me after this, I’ll cry (REAL).

Crystal tears were already trickling from your cheek the moment you finish reading the note, the last sentence leaving a small chuckle to leave your pinks as you feel your nose becoming runnier by the minute. You wipe your tears with your arms, clearing your throat as you jut your bottom lip out—- frowning at his response.

And seemingly, someone had already come home before you, his signature bedraggled caramel hair as he rubs his eyes, probably disrupted from his beauty sleep the moment he heard your sobs.

“Y-Y/N?”

Donghyuck immediately scurries over to your slumped figure on the ground, bringing an arm around your shoulder as he sits next to you— gently propping your head to lean on his shoulder. It was apparent he had just gotten out of bed, but your state alarmed him— and he had never felt more wide awake. He realizes the pink letter you were holding, glancing over a few sentences before assuming you’d gotten an apology from somebody.

He doesn’t ask whether you were okay and doesn’t tell you to stop your cries, instead he quietly consoles you, gently rubbing your shoulder as you let out soft sobs. “This is so, stupid. I can’t believe I’m crying in front of you.” You stammer, sniffing in the middle of your sentence as you wipe your tears again. “Is that all you care about?” Donghyuck laughs.

“Shut up.” You chuckle, lightly elbowing his stomach. The two of you simply shared a heartwarming moment of soothing laughter and solace. “You woke me up.” He groans, resting his head on the door as his eyes slowly close. “So what? Do you really need to catnap here?” You scoff, seeing him already relax his movement. “Stay with me for a little while.” He hums, his voice a low whisper. You decide not to say anything else, with your tears already parched up— you let him doze beside you.

You were grateful that Donghyuck was someone emotionally compassionate, and things were already as close to fixed with Chenle. You presume you’d also tightened things between you and Jaemin— Mark, not so, but he seems more flexible with you, unless he isn’t.

Your eyes glimpse at Donghyuck’s consciousness ebbing away, you could tell he must’ve been exhausted, with his light snores and all. A small smile besmears your lips, and you finally feel negligibly heavy for once.

A yawn leaves your mouth, maybe taking a nap wasn’t such a bad idea.

-

What is Na Jaemin doing in the middle of the day, while calling his friend, pushing the back of his office chair as he contemplates his life for more than a second? If you guessed rambling, you are absolutely correct.

“And we fucking hugged! Oh my god, I swear I could have started scream spamming on Twitter about it, nonstop like some lunatic.”

“Let me guess, codename fake girlfriend?” His friend scoffs on the other side, making Jaemin perk his head up. “Yeah? Who else other than her...” His sentence came out a mumble, pursing his lips as he thought about you.

Yes, you. His beloved fake girlfriend that so happened to be the apple of his eye.

He doesn’t know what happened along the whole week, but what he can tell is that he’s caught himself in a cobweb. A stopping point and a grasping realization where he doesn’t know what to do. He’s unaware himself of his more intimate gestures, the more he spends time with you, the more he figures that odd sprout growing inside of him. He’s trying to ignore it, but he can’t.

“That’s so cliche? Falling in love with a girl you were supposed to fake date..” Right? Jaemin thought so too, groaning as he grips his hair in frustration.

Since you and Jaemin were acquainted for a long while since high school, he’d never thought about anything else rather than a mutual relationship of just pestering buddies. Everything was so impromptu, it was all so sudden for him. He would’ve preferred for the fake dating gig to just end someday and the two would go back to becoming just friends again.

The thing is, he couldn’t. He harbored this… affinity for you. It’s not a new feeling, nor some sort of different spark of love you gave off. He was just, in love.

He can’t just keep things calm, suffer from his feelings, and expect everything to go sufficiently with you around. His heart was beating with you around, and it wasn’t something he could easily control. He can’t just let go of his feelings, in fact, Jaemin was never the type to play and leave. He may be some sort of disturbance in the far distance and he was a little ‘quirky’ as some would say— but he was far from being a heartbreaker, a player who knows no less than to like girls for the most minuscule reasons, either date them for an hour or two or let the relationship flee like a seagull on a beach, treat girls like objects, relationships like chewing gum. Perhaps, he was further than that.

You could say he’s a hopeless romantic, but his idealistic beliefs don’t really puncture the relationships in any way. The only reason why his exes always end up on bad terms or… rather awkward to say the least, is because they don’t manage to live up to it and it definitely isn’t Jaemin’s fault, they either think he’s too romantic at best (even though that’s what to look for in someone?) or they weren’t as dedicated as he is. Or rather, he’s just dug up some awful people.

Along the way of fake caking, came the hard fruition that he’s helplessly knowing more about you, and the way you handled relationships. You may be a ‘relationship virgin’ as one might say, but you could definitely maintain it better than anyone else who has had more experience. It’s a weird realization, that the two of you actually fit like the satisfaction of the last missing puzzle piece.

You were his missing puzzle piece, and he doesn’t know why.

He’s so caught in his feelings, that he doesn’t realize his friend was calling his name.

“Jaemin?...”

“H-huh?”

“You were dozing off.”

“Really? Sorry, Renjun… I was just caught in the moment.”

Renjun; rings a bell doesn’t it?

The Chinese boy rolls his eyes, continuing to clack his keyboard as he’s writing in a report. “You keep telling me about your fake girlfriend, but I’ve never even gotten her name.” Renjun chuckled, leaving Jaemin to scoff. “You don’t even know her!”

“Well a name would be nice, seems a little mean to just be calling her your fake girlfriend instead of her given birth name.” He simply suggested. “You’re right.” Jaemin huffs, not knowing he’s about to bring Renjun back to the voyage of memory lane, something he swore to never run back to again.

“Jung Y/N.”

If anything, Renjun knew you well alright.

A thick lump forms in his throat the moment he hears your name, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh, really? Hah, that’s interesting.” The latter tries to sound tepid, or acts as if he doesn’t know you in any way— “Yeah, interesting alright.” Jaemin sighs.

Renjun wants to end the call immediately, faking a yawn as he smiled at Jaemin. “Roommate called, I’ll see you later.”

“Woah, woah, what’s the rush?”

“He needs help with something.” He manages to come up with a no-frills lie, Jaemin suspiciously nodding at his immediate need to leave as he quickly drags his mouse to click the standard red button to disconnect the Facetime call. “Holy fuck.” From now on, Renjun has never gone through five stages of grief faster than he had the time he had accidentally mistaken sugar for salt and poured it in his manager’s cup of coffee— which eventually led to him getting fired (Renjun was pissed).

Typically, his emotions are always too big for his body, hunched over his white chair as he groans; extremely frustrated. “Ah, shit.”

He wasn’t mad because of you, maybe a little bit. He was mad at fate, for making the two of you meet at the wrong time.

It’s making him recall the worst things he’d had to do during your relationship, I mean— he couldn’t exactly risk it in the trenches, but he made a fool out of himself during the break-up, and he could’ve explained everything that made it end the way it did, but he couldn’t, time was ticking, and the story was too of great extent for him to even break it down so simply.

He never wanted to hurt you, no doubt he still feels blameworthy, even looking at you made him want to cry like he never had before. He wanted to embrace you tightly, tell you everything was going to be fine, he wanted to shower you with all the devotion a boyfriend should.

But what was he supposed to tell you? That he didn’t cheat? Of course, he didn’t, but it doesn’t help justify anything. He can’t just pop up and tell you everything, not when he packed up and left just like that to leave the relationship in shambles.

He was in a tight situation, all of those problems swarming his entire sanity yet again. “Why does this always happen to me?” He cries out, ruffling his two-toned hair as he lays in his chair.

What if he meets you again? Surely, you hated him.

That makes him remember that one letter he had gotten in the mail. The same beige embellished letter signed Jung Y/N. How did it end up on his door? From what he knew, you surely had no idea you’d be in the same college as he was. Different departments— yes, but you didn’t know he studied here. It should’ve stayed that way, but he’ll be forced by fate to meet you someday.

What’s with him and fate exactly? You and Renjun bore this little prognostication, that the two of you were meant to be. That it was a proud work of fate to bring you two together, and that you were meant for each other.

Maybe Renjun still thinks so, but at the same time, he did ruin it. Did fate bring them together again?

He shakes his head vigorously at the last thought. He couldn’t, he shouldn’t.

He lets out a deep sigh, spinning in his chair as he stares at the letter sitting on his table, grabbing it before opening it carefully. It was the donkey-decorated masking tape you bought from him, a little smile creeping up his lips as he pried it open. You wrote it in a crumpled piece of scrapbook paper, making him chuckle as he gently pulls it out to read.

Though the more he reads each line, his smile curves down. It feels as if he was snooping in your diary. He doesn’t exactly know how you feel, but at the same time— his mind was charging at him with the many reasons why.

The guilt still carries on till his day, and he was expected of this to come. He doesn’t deny anything, you were right. Was he just some meteor shower coming to ruin your life? He’s yearning to tell you everything he’s been wanting to say. Why he acted the way he did, and every single thing that caused the two of you to end in shambles.

He doesn’t know if it’s too late, or if fate (Stop it with the fate, Renjun) is giving signs all over again.

It might seem untrue, but Renjun’s sort of already moved on already. Admittedly, he still feels the ignited spark deep in his heart, somewhere at least. A part of him wants to move on and live life without trouble, another part is telling him to explain things one by one and carefully rekindle their relationship like how he’s longed for in the past years. Renjun himself just simply wanted to rest in his bed without thinking about anything for a day.

‘I really thought you knew better, I don’t know if you fell out of love, or if I wasn’t enough for you, better yet, you probably got tired of me.’ That line most likely hurt him the most to be honest, because it was none of those reasons. Renjun never fell out of love, matter of fact— he’s never cried like a baby after he left you standing in the rain. You were enough for him, you were exactly his everything. Renjun would never get tired of you, he simply can’t get enough of you, you were his whole world. But you were right, he should have known better.

He wanted to kick and cry, scream and throw a fit, but he couldn’t. The more he thought about you the more he remembers the incidents. Renjun had never wanted to tell someone something so bad, it was eating him up inside. Mentally and emotionally, he’s realizing that he’s starting to miss you. The way the two of you would huddle in bed and kiss each other goodnight, come into one another’s class to give small snacks, how you’d hug his waist tight as he rode the bike with you to school, the moment the two of you won prom king and queen and especially when you’d kiss him under the ambient moonlit skies before you’d part ways.

“I hate you, Renjun.” He says to himself, groaning loudly yet again. An exasperated sigh leaves his lips, sitting up straight as he puts on his glasses.

He stares at the letter again, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes blink for a second.

So, who really gave it to him?

-

You sit impatiently in class as you blankly stare at the screen of your computer, eyes narrowed as you tap your feet. You feel the flesh of your cheek about to bleed from how hard you were biting it.

Jeno?

Apparently, you were hearing his name a little too often to count.

Jeno this, Jeno that. It was the same shit you heard from the mouth of your mother. Maybe you’ve almost smoothened things out with everybody, but you could never do so with him.

He doesn’t bring out the best in you, nor does he bring anything out in you really besides the urge to punch him in the face. You digress that he possesses every trait of an antagonist, and anything associated with him was as if you had been prickled with some cursed cactus. Your jaw was clenched, hearing his name brings such awful memories. You’ve had multiple trips to memory lane, but this was already becoming a train to hell.

This time, the campus was sort of flooding his name all around, and you discerned it was because of the letter. Not just the letter, the letters. To emphasize strongly, someone said he had revealed it was him who exposed you. You held hatred and grudges, but it wasn’t exactly strong enough to quickly assume anything of the sort. It’s got you ticked out of your brain though, and now you can’t help but ponder about it. Even judging how it could lead to him even. You weren’t concentrating on the Professor’s words at this point; too occupied with trying to connect two and two, maybe even bring something you might’ve forgotten.

You look around, what could… What could lead to a brief thought he did it? Why was it lingering in your mind? And why did it make so much sense to you, no matter how much you were unable to recollect?

And then it clicks.

The party.

He had driven you and Donghyuck home that day.

You muttered curses under your breath, did you say something when you were drunk? Your lips purse into a flat line, you had probably slipped something out, there was no way he had known about those letters.

You’ve never felt so fucking stupid.

All you could do was sit in silence, gripping your hair as you were getting more irritated by the minute. You’ve got an idea, and now it’s led to certain routes. Maybe it was him, maybe it was somebody else. Him… You and, Donghyuck?

Donghyuck.

No way it was him, right?

Fortunately, this was your last lesson— it was already bothering you the whole day and you loathed it. Crisis is the worst friend a person could ever have. You slightly shake your head to diminish the thoughts, sighing as you listen to the talk given. No way you could get rid of it, to be honest, it goes unnoticed that you were checking the clock every five seconds to inspect the immediate time the class would end. The ticking occurred louder in your head, your eyes shifting from your watch, your screen, the computer’s time, and the white clock hung in the middle of the class.

Five, four, three…

Two and… one.

The moment you heard the word dismissed, you shut down your computer and instantly shove it into your backpack, along with the considerable notebooks that rested on the table.

To prove wrong, you had to confront.

You ran to find the auditorium Donghyuck said he’d be at, holding the strap of your bag as tight as possible as your eyes squinted, trying to pass the crowd of students that made their way out their classes. With a deep huff, you spot the caramel-haired boy coming out of the door, quickly running to grab his wrist as you drag him somewhere more discreet.

“What the fuck— Y/N?”

Everything was rushing for you, time had never ticked faster and your heart was beating at such a fast pace. “I want you, to be fucking honest with me.” Your face was stoic but the tone in your voice alarmed him, you held his hands as you pant heavily— from running to hell and back trying to find Donghyuck. “Why? What’s wrong?” He blinks, seeing your fatigued state as your breath stays ragged. “That time, I told you what happened between Jaemin and I— you wanted to tell me something didn’t you?” You assure him so, and you could see the hesitance in his eyes. He bats his lashes before nodding, a little baffled you remembered about it; and that it didn’t go unnoticed.  “Y-yeah? Wh— why are you asking this now?”

“Jeno.”

“He revealed the letters, didn't he?”

He freezes in place, eyes widened as he tries to speak. He glances around, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You knew about it huh?”

“Y/N, fuck— Okay! Okay, yes he did.” He finally says, his response was stern as he lets out a big huff. He deeply exhales, his lips formed into a flat line as he closes his eyes momentarily. “I didn’t want to tell you yet, not now at least.” He explains, maybe you understood, maybe you didn’t.

“You’d be worried sick, look at yourself Y/N. You’re out of breath, just to find me for an answer. For fucks sake.” He feels his breath hitch, eyelids squinted as he tries to make you grasp onto a point. You shake your head, biting the inside of your sore cheek as you grab your hair in a state of distraught. “So, it really is Jeno?”

Donghyuck looks at you with a sort of baulked gaze, shoulders dropped as he sighs. “Yes.”

That was enough to trigger a flight or flight response, your eyebrows lowered as you scoffed— nodding your head as you began to walk away. “Y/N! Where are you going?” He quickly grabs your wrist, making you harshly pull his hand away. Ouch. He winces at you retracting your arm away, but that alone made you stop as you give him an apologetic look, along with an answer you knew could possibly have you isolate yourself in the room of your dorm as you rethink your life choices this very minute.

“I’m going to confront him.”

PART 3

note | long awaited part 2 is out <3 my weeks were super hectic with exams and i got a huge writers block in the midst of part 2 HNGGG this is a more longer than part 1 so do bare with me! next part will be more angst induced, also!! i originally wanted to include the confrontation scene in this part, but decided to leave the suspense up hehe i hope you guys liked this part :(

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7 Days A Week.

Genre ; fluff, friendship, humor

Warnings ; Has a lot like a lot of lame joke or overused and a spice of swearing, badly written story, ignore the cursing.

Summary ; Do You ever? just ever once thought how it would be If you befriended 7 different people with 7 different personalities? Pretty sure it will be fun! So here is how the story of YOU and THEM as a bestie for life, basically how F.R.I.E.N.D would be if its including you and them in it, Enjoy this weird and odd life of you.

Part 4 ; Changes.

How you can put this into words?

One way to describe is probably, changes.

You hate changes, but not as much as pineapple pizza but it's a whole different cases.

This one are not so bad..

Who are you lying to?

It is bad, you see them as a little kids, your normal not so normal actually friends, are starting to look a bit different, are you on your puberty? Why do you start to feel sentimental?

That day is the same like any other day, another day of Renjun talking about alien conspiracy, and Jaemin babying Jisung just like any other day, Mark just chillin at the back of the room, Jeno with his eye smile smiling from ear to ear hearing Chenle gossip.

Well what's different?

It's Haechan, he seems different.

He would always joke and tease Renjun out of nowhere, constantly hugging Jisung and even shared some funny stories for Chenle to laugh.

He doesn't do any of that, oddly.

He just there.

Looking out of the windows, very sentimental you think? Yeah it is, but the only problem is that, it's Haechan, he would do it to get attention but today is different he didn't care at all if people giving him attention or not he's just busy staring at the blue skies out there with their cute white cloud.

You as a friend must fix this!

“Heyy.. Whatcha doin?” You ask sneakily with your awkward posture and facial expressions.

He laughed at that, he knows you well, 13 years of friendship he knows what you were thinking.

“I'm fine yn, you don't have to worry about me!” He sounds sincere, knowing you wouldn't believe that he made a finger crossed.

“But.. Why are you just sitting there and watch, it's so not like youu..” You whine like a kid.

“Come here, sit next to me,” He asked you, you without a doubt sit next to him.

“You do know that I'm an extrovert right?” He started the conversation.

“You know damn well yeah! You are the most extroverted person I've ever known!” You answered excitedly.

He smiles.

“Welp guess who's the introvert now?”

“Who?”

“Me! I just test my MBTI and it's changed haha,” He laughed about it even though it's not so funny you laughed about it.

Then the information starts to fill your brain.

If the most extroverted the life of the party and most fun person ever exist suddenly turn into this introverted person and more calmer where's the extrovert person you know??

You are in disbelief.

Since then Haechan had been different, he would dodge all kinds of social gatherings even the most famous party where he usually attends, or those time where he prefers to stay home than going out with the seven of you.

He seems wiser and calm, you love this side of him, but you missed the old funny and teasing Haechan you know.

Not only you who saw this, your friends to! Jeno who usually tell Haechan to calm a little bit can't believe how quiet Haechan is.

So that day the seven of you made a plan, the name of the plans called.

How to turn Haechan back plan.

Yeah it's sounds stupid, but that's how you and your friends like to called it.

To make this plans worked the seven of you must visited Haechan house.

His house are actually quite bigger he had a really big mansion with a water fall in front of his house.

He's in his normal look but it's seemed so earth tone, the Haechan you guys recognize are this very wild and love all darker color outfit.

“Hi Chan!” You greeted him.

“Hi Yn, what's bought you all here? Want to study together?” He asked.

THAT is a whole different Haechan, Haechan you know would never asked for study thingy, in fact he never study unless he wants or bored, he's the type of students who says they don't study but always get the perfect score.

Why do he needs to bother to have study date or such?

“Hey channie, soo we been thinking how about we do slumber party today?” asked Mark while giving signals to the others the boy are in a deep thoughts about it.

“Idk guys, lately I have a lot of projects to do, and assignments! Ugh I can't seem to not doing it.” he reasoned, while making those sad faces.

Jaemin being his clingy self start clinging to Haechan, he put his hand behind haechan waist and start whispering.

“Why don't you just do it? We'll help you with assignment, okey? Please just once.” and then he gives those really big doe eyes, Jeno start nudging renjun who is standing right next to him.

Haechan who is a softy just nod and start clinging back.

Jisung checking one part of the plan, Haechan start acting like usual at the slumber party he even start talking more loudly later.

“Haechan,” called Chenle, the boy are getting his attention back to the dolphin guy.

“How about we play simon says?” he asked smiling widely, Jisung nodding his head on excitement, everyone are focusing on haechan.

“Hmm.. Sure why not?”

“Simon says, touch your nose!” Jeno shouts on top of his lungs everyone are laughing especially Haechan.

It looks like he's back to his usual self, but when the clock hits 8 PM he started to feel panicked.

“I need to work on my assignment guys, gotta go.”

“Come on why are you so hurry? Tomorrow we don't have any class the lecture who is supposed to be teaching cannot attend.” Renjun talked making the boy calmed a bit.

“Btw why are you so different lately Haechan?” my question somehow make him startled.

“What's different about me though?” he asked.

“Hello? You've been ignoring us for quite sometimes, and even seen quite quiet lately.” Jeno finally giving his thoughts.

The aftermath are just Haechan just rolling on the floor laughing.

“What? So you guys thought I'm changing or what? Sweetheart, just because my MBTI are turning into introvert shit, it's not always correct tho, I can be extrovert and introvert from time to time, I'm not going to be a quiet kids at the back of the class out of nowhere, even if I would, I would tell you guys the reason for it, I'm not turning into an antisocial otaku I can assure you that.” he explained, everyone are sighing in relief.

Other than Jisung who seems to feel offended.

“I'm not trying to offend you Jie.” Haechan continuous making Jisung stop sulking.

“Then why always turn down any of our invitation? Genuinely ask.” Renjun opened his mouth again.

Haechan just giggle as respond.

“I'm actually trying to be a gamer lately, I found this very fun games on app store now I can't stop playing it.” he said again.

“I'm still confused about why are you suddenly love to studying tho.” Jisung comment make haechan sigh.

“Lately I heard my scored isn't that high so of course I want to be better at it.” he finally gives his actual reasons. Everyone are silent for a moment before laughing loudly.

“Dudeee I thought you are in some trouble or shit we worry for nothing.” Mark spits out.

“Welp at least we know who is trying to be a pro gamer lately, admit it you want to be a gamer just like me!” Chenle bragging about his game skill of course it's tingling Haechan competitive ass he started bragging as respond.

“Can I join?” Jisung opened his mouth, everyone is awwe-ing the moment, Renjun laughing and hugging Jisung from beside.

“Why are you so cutee?” Renjun states, Jaemin next to him side eyeing for a moment.

“What is this? Why are you suddenly so close to my son?” Jaemin satire caught Renjun attention.

“Welp he's my son to from now on!” Renjun exclaimed.

Jeno just watching everyone in peaceful, you as your usual self scooting over to him.

“So what do you think?” you asked the other party respond.

“I knew this would happen actually, Haechan wouldn't just just by one night, neither you or anybody at this place to be honest, we know each other too much so when this thing happened we started worrying, but that worry will turn to be a thin air since we don't need to be worried at all, everyone is changing, but I'm happy we got each other backs.” He muttering his thought you then proceeded to hug him.

He hugging you back getting everyone attention.

“What's this? Nobody telling me we have a hug session, I'm jealous of you to!” Jaemin came barging and hugging Jeno and you very tightly in the end the 8 of you had a really big hug session for solid 10 minutes untill Jisung stating that he needs to breath oxygen.

Well, things changing, you can expect everyone to stay the same, maturing is real and maybe Haechan went through that, in conclusion is that no matter how many things changes you still have them, they never leave your back, you basically stuck with them for the rest of your life, the question is would you stay with them?

Previous / Next.

A/N :

Wow, another long parts, how's everyone? It's been so long isn't it? Sorry if it tooks to long to update, college are such a pain in the a** really, so many assignments. Different than highschool tho.

Anyway I'm still new with tumblr updates seriously I either like it or not, I'm still deciding.

Anyway everyone have a nice day, if you still like this weird stories you can give feedback I love every each of them!

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heyy ^^ it's been so long since the last time I write, I've loose track of my project, and yeah I can't even keep up with the new tumblr update T-T but here's I am, thank you for my followers who kindly support my works, i've seen some of my project being post on other platform and I can't be more grateful, I'll try my best to keep up, oh btw I'm in college now hehe~ i'm learning more about english just so I can bring out more correctly grammar stories? 🥰 oh and yeah if u are wondering I do continuing the 7 Days A Week project! Anybody want to be tagged?

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Heyy how are u? it's been so long since the last time I post something on here :( I promise I will try to post more on my account

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To You, My Everything [ OneShot]

Pairings ; Renjun × Y/N × Sungchan

Genre ; Angst, Unrequited Love.

Disclaimer ; Sad Ending, not recommended for those who loves happy endings.

Renjun remembered the first time he met you, the time where the both of you were young.

You are a new transferred student at your class, the first time Renjun saw you, he have the brightest smile you could ever see, he volunteers to take you to show everything about school building, how every day the both of you would met at the cafeteria to talk about things.

"Renjun!" You nagged because of how Renjun always teased you about your major crush on senior, especially the guy by the name Jaehyun.

"What? I'm just telling the truth, you guys would be one of the best couple!" He teased again, you pouted, he saw it then poking your cheeks.

"There there I won't bother you about him again, how about some coffee? I pay for it." He said, showing his card, you nodded intensely.

He scoffed, he put his hand on top of your head, then ruffled your hair.

"What is it?" You asked looked at him confuse with the sudden sweet skinship.

"Nothing.." He flustered then went as fast as he could, you tilted your head while seeing him exited the room, but then shrugged it off.

The both of you only get closer day by day, everyday he would come to your house walked you to the school.

He sometimes buy you cookies and take care of you like an Older-Brother would do, so you didn't think much about him, only a friend who act like an Older-Brother to you.

Little did you know, Renjun view it in a different way, seeing you is the best thing he ever do in the morning, walking you to school seems very sweet to him.

There is no more word can describe his feelings other than love, he falls for you, but you didn't know.

Day by day, renjun show how much he adores you, but one day he sees you were acting quite differently than normal, Jung Sungchan had been on your profile for sometimes.

He always catches you smiling at your phone, little did you know he's feeling hurts.

But..

Thanks to your one brain cells, you are being too dense around him, he would always flirt with you showing how much he wants you to see how much he fell for you so hard that he can't help it.

One day, on a bright Friday, you saw Renjun waiting for you under a cherry blossom.

"What is it Renjun?" You asked, he looked very indifferent than yesterday, no more confident boy you know, he looked very nervous.

"You know.. Hmm.. What do you think of me?" He asked, you nodded your head.

"Hmm.. You are Renjun, my best friend the guy who always there when I need him the most, the most caring friend I know, very kind and an artist have a very gorgeous looking masterpiece you are Renjun my friend who I always love as my Older-Brother." You said it very clearly, and proudly thinking that its probably how Renjun want the answer.

Oh boy how wrong.

He felt like his heart were shattered, he expected something when the person he has a major crush doesn't even sees it.

He stormed out of there, leaving you alone, you don't understand why is he like that, you try to ask him what happened but the next time you see him he only act differently.

Always try to avoid you, if you were there he would be gone in a minutes.

You felt left out, Renjun was your best friend, now he avoided you so much you never talk to him for the couple of weeks.

He never waited for you anymore, he never walked you home, and you felt desperate.

One day you asked him to meet at the cherry blossoms tree, again.

"What's wrong with you?" You asked, he glared at you, but you glared back.

Renjun would never get mad at you, you know it, but this time he's just seems angry.

"You should have know it." He said as if you would understand.

"No I don't know, what is it? Why hanging around the bush? Just tell me renjun what is it? Can I fix it? Please you are my best friend Renjun I don't like how we acting this couple of weeks." You express your desperate, he'd taken back for a minute and then sighed.

"I don't know how you can be so dense.. I have a crush on you okay? I'm falling for you, is that how you want me to say it? Now what are you going to do?"

Now YOU who are taken back..

Welp, you don't know what to say.

What do you have to say? Do you like him? You do... But not in that way. Then what's the best way? You declined it? Pretty sure Renjun won't like it.

There's a lot of theories and stuff going around inside your head, creating a whole mess for your brain and heart.

"Renjun, I'm sorry.."

"I know.. you don't have to say it."

He stopped you before you say anything, he then left, sungchan on the other hand saw what happened, he went to you.

"Are you okay?" He asked out of curiosity, he too feel hurt but he knows you are the one who feel the pain.

You went home thinking of how you can meet renjun as usual, you know you can never do it the same anymore, you are torn between your feeling, you cry at that night.

The next day, you finally made your mind, the answers roll out of your mouth, renjun has a tear on his eye.

What do he expect? He knew this all along, the answer and how you're feeling, but he just hoped maybe, for a second you see him more than a friend.

That's 9 years ago, the both of you are already grown up to be an adult, you in your beautiful wedding dress walking along the aisle, the man standing beside you smiling very widely he have been wanting this for quite a long time, and today you're finally his, and you call him yours.

On the other corner of the room Renjun is there he's smiling at you, you smiled at him back, he hold back his tears.

After the wedding you met him, he greets you just like usual.

"Happy wedding yn, or should I call you Mrs Jung?" Renjun waving at Sungchan the man you choose to marry.

You smiled at him, "Just call me yn, you were my bestfriend after all,"

— Fin —

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Fic search masterlist

A masterlist of all the different sub!idol fic search requests I’ve done so far!

How do fic searches work? | AN: As of now, FS are officially open for Ateez!

Requests looking for specific fics!

Checkmate - About a powerful king Yoongi who only submits to you, his queen.

Caught | Lustful Nights - Chan getting caught masturbating | Asking the reader for help

my good boys - little!Seonghwa x little!Heongjoong x reader (this was the best match to the original request)

the spidermark fic -  Mark Lee is a college freshman, and is also spiderman.

Lovely - Dressing up Winwin and turning him into your perfect little doll.

sub!Jungkook, 2 - JK gets a cock ring stuck on him (not found, likely deleted)

The More & More series - being in a poly relationship with 3RACHA

Requests looking for specific groups or members!

sub!Exo - sin

The rarest of fics (sub!Kris,Tao, Luhan, Xiumin, and Lay) - sin

sub!BamBam + some sub!Got7 reactions - sin

sub!Mark - sin

sub!Jaebum - sin

sub!Jinyoung - sin

sub!Minhyuk - sin

sub!Kun - part 1, part 2

sub!Renjun - part 1, part 2

sub!Xiaojun - sin

sub!Johnny - sin

sub!Ten and sub!Chan - sin + a few more sub!Ten fics

sub!Jaehyun - sin

sub!Hendery - sin

sub!YangYang - sin

sub!Wanna One - sin

Requests looking for specific kinks, themes, etc.!

Poly!sub fics - part 1, part 2

Sub!reader turns dom - sin

Soft dom, mostly vanilla reader - sin

Poly!NCT and poly!Ateez - sin

Sub!idol fluff - sin + a few more additional fics

Service top!NCT and Stray Kids - sin + one additional fic

Fics that don’t include anal/mommy kink - sin

Omorashi fics - sin + one additional fic 

My favorite sub!idol blogs (as of March 2021) - part 2 in the making!

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NCT Reaction As Your Brother.

In which Nct Dream is your brother, and how they react around you.

Mark.

Mark Lee, is literally the type of brother that you needed the most.

Mark Lee is like your number one supporter fan.

He gives you a lot of attention, and care.

And ofcourse the best advice.

You can asked him anything that you had in your mind, and trust me he would listen to you and gave you the best answer.

He knows what's best for you.

"Yo dude, i'm going to the local store do ypu wanna go with me?"

"If you bought me an icecream? Then it will be yes."

"Sure! Any favorite flavor you want?"

"Dang, you know what's best!"

You guys are very chill with each other, and always think each other as a fun place to talk with.

"It's fine to make a mistake, you are a human, i'm a human, doesn't need to feel bad little sis."

Renjun.

He fight with you a lot.

Yup that's right.

You guys have the same mind when it comes to argument, doesn't want to be picking on.

He never think he is false neither you.

That's why the both of you mostly spend the day at house fighting in deciding things.

"Let's just do rock paper scicors! Then we settled."

"No, this ice cream was mine, i jinx on it."

In the end the both you decided not to eat because the both of you had a debate battle.

Even though like that, he cares for you a lot.

"Can you bought me a pad? Pleasee just this one.."

"Ughh.. Fine only this one, but just because you are my little sis."

"Thank you bro! I love you so much."

You shouted, he take a deep breath then muttered.

"I love you to, dummy."

Jeno.

To say how your brother and sister relationship with him is quite complex.

The both of you are very silent, so normally no one would like to start a conversation.

You only see him once for an entire day, it's mostly college.

But who knows even though like that, Jeno is the best listener you know.

Even though it didn't seems like it, the both of you are actually closer that it shows.

You often came to his bedroom whenever you felt sick or unwell, whenever you cry, you will always go to his bedroom to talk it all out.

"Are you okay?"

"No.. my friends, they tricked me, i thought they are the bestest friends i had.. turned out i was wrong.."

"No, it's not your fault, you doesn't know them that deeply, and they probably doesn't care, but instead of keep putting yourself on a eggshell why don't you try to search for the real one?"

Then he would hug you, and making a hot chocolate.

"Thank you."

"That's fine sis, anytime."

Then the both of you would spend the night talking to each other about all the things that you guys experience througout the entire day.

Haechan.

Haechan is like those bestfriend that you have.

Yeah, he basically a bestfriend of yours.

The both of you are very easy going, and extroverted, so you guys found each other interesting.

"Sis, i heard your boyfriend is very hot, you should introduce him sometime."

"No, ofcourse, you would just flirt with him, behind my back.

He shocked making a dramatic fall.

"Is this how you are now? Why? Am i wrong wanting to know more about my little sis."

You silent.

"Cut the camera, come here you donghyuck!"

He then smirk then ran away from you.

Then ended up playing a tagging game.

"I won!" He mocked.

"Bish! Not so fast!"

"Wait what?" Then he's alredy on the ground.

"Muahaha! I'm faster than you!"

That afternoon is a very mess tagging game you had.

"Sis, nice to have you as a part of the family."

"Whatever weirdo."

Jaemin.

Instead of brother he act like your mother.

He cares for you and give you a full attention wherever you goes.

"Okay here's a lunchbox make sure you eat it, don't eat to much though! And you water bottle!"

"Nana, i only go to school, i'm not going to i dunno a dangerous camp?"

"Oh no no no miss Na, you never knew what will happen it's better to be prepared than having to facing a problem in the future."

"Sure, i will go now."

He went silent, his smiles shown.

He pointed at his cheecks.

"No."

"Aww, please? Just once?"

"Nana, how many time do i have to told you i'm already 17 i'm not a little kids anymore.

Then he will complain how you didn't want to kiss his cheeks even though that's what you use to do, feels tired of him complain you decided to gives what he wants.

"That's my little sis, see you at 5!"

Chenle.

If he's a president, then you are a vice president, wait no you are a queen.

He spoil you a lot.

You want this? You will get it.

You want that, he will get you that.

If there's a song to tell how spoiled you are Seven Rings by Ariana Grande would be perfect.

But you know how humble he is deep down.

He's basically the most down to earth person you could ever met.

Well since he's like that, you are like that to, the both of you are very kind you can befriended anybody.

"Hey sis, want to have a trip together? Only thr two of us? It will be fun!"

"To where?"

"Paris would be great, don't you think?"

"Oh heck yeah, wait for me i'm going to change real fast."

"Btw bring your polaroid, we will have a lot of photography of memories when we visit."

"Ofcourse!"

Jisung.

Jisung and you are very shy.

So it's not a new news that you guys look very awkward with each other.

But deep down, he cares for you and give you attention that you deserve, since the both of you are literally scared of anything, you would scream then cried.

Then him being the knight he supposed to be, will shielding you from all the bad witch.

"Jisung!! There's a spider at the sofa!!" You screamed.

He came as fast as he could seeing your terrified face.

He get closer to the spider and see that little thing crawling over you sofa, you hid behind him.

He's armored with a mop that can kill that thing fast.

But the sad thing is that, he himself afraid of bug, especially spider, but he try to do his best protecting you.

He fail now that thing crawling closer to the both of you, you and him run to upstairs afraid of that little thing.

"I told you to shoo it away, why you make it to follow us?"

"I was afraid okay? Now let's not go to downstairs because that monster is terrifying!"

The both of you really stay upstairs and never went down to the living room.

Thank you very much for all the support that i get :" i can't say how much i feel appreciated, thank you and sorry for a late post hope you all have a good day!:D

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Happy Renjun Day🥰🥰

23.03.00 ♡ Happy Best Birthday to NCT’s cutest, funniest and amazing vocalist Huang Renjun

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Renjun for ELLEidol Digital Magazine

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000323 ♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY RENJUN! ↳ renjun according to tumblr tags

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Important announcement.

This might be very sudden, but I'm thinking about postponing the NTC series for now, I know it will be such a regretful things to do, don't worry I will post it again in the near future, I will merely post it privately, so if you are the part of NTC reader my sincerely apologise 😔😔

I will try my best to posting it in a soon as possible, I hope you understand.

And thank you so much for everyone who already liking the series, it's actually one of my fav to!

Thank you for everything, I will see you next time 😊😊😊

- Cassie 🦊

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NCT Dream Reaction to you proposing to you.

They were supposed to propose to you, but you act in differently that makes them confused.

MARK.

The both of you are in a fancy restaurant.

He take you to a dinner.

You found it weird because normally at this hour he's still in his office.

But he said he had something important to talk with you about.

You ordered a steak and then he ordered a cake.

You asked him about the cake.

"What is this? And why we eating cake as a dessert?"

"Because only steak won't make you.. Full? You still starving after a dinner sometimes, so I guess eating cake would be a great idea as a dessert."

"Suree..."

Mark making an eye contact with the waiter, unfortunately you catch it.

You started to digging the cake, savouring a every bite of the cake.

Then you felt something weird inside of your mouth.

You excuses yourself to the bathroom, he looked at you confuse.

"I can't throw up things that are inside my mouths, that's gross."

And then you went to the bathroom you cleaned that thing that you found.

You looked in differently.

"What's happened?" He asked curiously.

"Why there's a ring inside my cake?"

He laughed at your comment then hugging you.

"Silly, I'm proposing to you."

And then you it hit you, then you cry at his shoulder.

"You should tell me that you want to propose! I had no idea!"

RENJUN.

You and Renjun had been a boyfriend and girlfriend for a long time.

But your boyfriend never stopped to make you surprise even after a long time knowing each other.

You never knew he's a strategic planning man.

One day the both of you are at the balcony of each other apartment.

You moved in when you and him were still in a 3 years of relationship.

Enjoying the night view from on top of the balcony maybe sounded too cheap and weird.

But you love the view in here, there's a lot of things you can see from your 12th floor apartment balcony.

He seems very anxious about something.

You asked him what's happened.

He said no, while laughing awkwardly.

You ruffled his hair, his eyes become wider.

"If you had anything just told me." You said with your stern eyes, he softened at it.

He scooted closer to you, putting his hand on your shoulder, tucking you in his chest as a form of hug.

You felt his hand putting something on your hoodie pocket, you didn't asked, he probably just fixing it.

Until it's midnight, the both of you get back to the bedroom to sleep.

But then you felt something weird on your hoodie tingling, you opened it, and you saw something very bright shining under the lights of moonlight.

"Renjun! What is this?" You asked him.

"It's a ring, now wear it, from now on you will be a part of Huang." He said.

"What?!" You cried, he giggles at your response, he hug you close with his face buried deep to your next.

JENO.

When it's come to giving affection, Jeno is very bad at it.

Just like his humor sense.

So it's never a surprise if he's suck at confessing.

The both of you are in a theatre, enjoying the movie.

A horror movie actually.

You focused a lot on the movie.

It's been so long since the both of you going out.

He was busy with his uni, he's a senior and already graduated about a week ago.

So the both of you decided to watch some movie.

Going to the mall, theater, he really giving you all the attention since the last time.

But he looked odd today.

He's like he's in a deep thinking.

He thinks a lot today, and knowing it's Jeno, you felt it's weird.

Jeno only thinks when there's something big is planned on his mine.

You shrugged it off, after a long time of waiting you popcorn and soda finally came.

The movie is about to end, exactly after you grabbed your popcorn.

You cursed in your mind.

"Why should it come late?!" You mumbled to yourself.

Then the long paragraphs of credit come, but then you saw something weird.

"Sorry for the delay, there's always something good when you have to wait, enjoy your popcorn!"

Huh?

You eat the popcorn still weirded out by that.

You felt a weird feeling in your grasp.

"What is this?"

Thankfully you didn't swallow it yet, and you didn't even put it in your mouth, you had it on your hands, something very bright.

Trying to see it, Jeno opened his phone and shining a light to your hand.

It's a ring, with a very beautiful diamond on top of it.

Your response is shocked, you looked at Jeno.

And he smiles, his eye smile showed.

"Surprise?"

"Is this?"

"Yeah.. How about it? You want to do it with me? If you asked me, I will gladly accept it, but it's me not you, I mean.." Because of nervous he stuttered, you laughed it off.

"This will be the best date ever, oh and btw, it's not only you who would gladly accept it to." Then the both of you hugged, everyone on the theater awwe-ing the moment.

HAECHAN.

Haechan is your typical cheeky boyfriend.

He loves to tease you and always have a lot of things to make fun of, he is very fun actually.

But being a person who never serious at some certain moment, of course he won't make his propose to be something decent.

He take you on a date today.

And the date are at the best place in town.

It's a arcade.

Who doesn't like arcade?

The both of you are very competitive when it's come to a game, he never admitted the defeat.

So today there's a new claw machine game.

As a person, with a numerous count of luck, you tried the game.

But it's very hard, to even getting only one doll, there's a lot of things actually inside the machine, there's a doll and a box.

He went for a box.

He tried to catch it, but it's always failed.

"Wow, never knew you suck at it."

"Ssh.. I'm trying to get that red box!"

"Why the red box though? There's a lot of box and doll that you can get." You asked curiously.

"Because I want to? Who knows there could be something big inside of if." He said emphasised on the 'big' word.

You waited and waited, you then take the turn, didn't want to wait any longer.

You took the claw machine controller, the started the play, he surprise at your sudden movement, he almost get it though.

Finally you get it, you chirping in excitement, giving the fluster boy the box.

"No, it's not for me, it's for you, open it!" He stated, you sighed.

You opened the box, seing another box, until another box, until a tiny little box.

"I swear if this another box, I will throw out this trash." You exclaimed, opening the last package.

You found a ring inside of it, you gasped.

"Is this?"

"Yeah, that's for you!"

"No silly, someone could probably have this ring, we should talk to the manager!"

But then you realized something.

Your boyfriend is the manager of the arcade.

Dun dun dun...

"Wait.. Haechan, why do you have a whole real ring inside of that?" You asked.

He smiles, "Hmm.. I don't know, it's probably because I want to proposing to you?"

You freezed.

"Say yes or else I'm never going to take you back in here!" He said jokingly.

"Yes!" You chirping, he hugs you back.

"I guess I will close the arcade for some days.."

"Why?"

"Because I will be attending a wedding ceremony!"

JAEMIN.

Jaemin loves cafe, and coffee of course.

But most importantly, he loves you.

Normally at this hour he would waited for you in the cafe.

He remembered the first time he met you.

You were a college student who are very busy with project and stuff, you would always come to the cafe exactly at 4 PM in the afternoon to enjoy some coffee.

He always curious about you since the first time you came in.

You would always looked tired with the glasses hanging on top of your nose bridge, sitting down at the corner seat and enjoying your latte.

You love creamy taste, and he loves espresso.

One day, he tried to be brave and sit at your normal seat, at first you would be very embarrassed and didn't sit at the usual table.

Untill you asked him to sit across him since you didn't find any empty chair, he gave you permission, then you sit, at some couples of minute the both of you didn't talk at all, until he saw the cute little coffee doodles on your notebook.

"Omg! That's so cute!" He yelped, you flustered, you laugh about it, and then the both of you talk.

Couples of weeks past, and the both of you are already a cute lovey dovey couple that would always meet each other at the Cafe exactly at 4 PM in the afternoon.

But today, you came late.

It's not normal for you to come late, you always the first one to show, you said you didn't like to make people waiting.

But today, it's already 4.50 PM and your figure yet to be showed.

At this time, Jaemin still busy with all of the plan that he had for you.

Finally you came, looking exhausted.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"Humm.." He hummed in response.

Yep, Jaemin go for a cold guy kinda person today.

You shrugged it off, maybe he's tired.

Then he start to complain about how you were late.

"Wait what? So you said it's my problem?"

"Yeah, who else, you literally came late, do you see what time is it?"

"Jaemin, I have things to take care on! Can't you see? Beside what happened to you today? You are on your period? You are a guy though."

"No I'm not, nothing's wrong with me, I'm just tired of you okay?"

The plan started, your breath hitched, the cold sweat running down your face.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm tired of being your boyfriend, I want this to stop."

You stopped all the things you done, your hands start trembling, what did you do?

All the negative thoughts running around in your mind.

"I want to be more than a boyfriend, a husband, someone you can rely on when you needed the most." He said opening the blue box with a ring in it.

You want to throw him at that time, because you were frustrated.

But consider it's a a form of patience, you never knew how tiring he could be when the both of you married.

"I'm so sorry cupcakes, it's a part of my plan, so what do you think?"

"I'm sorry, but I wasn't interest." You joke.

He whined pouting his lips.

"Noo, I'm just kidding, sure I would gladly to accept it." Then the both of you spent the time at the Cafe for the last hour.

CHENLE.

Chenle knew, you don't like expensive stuff.

He was already planning to propose to you at the Eiffel Tower in Paris, but then you talk about how you want to go to an amusement park.

Thankfully he didn't bought the plane ticket yet.

So just like that, the both of you go to amusement park.

At the park the both of you enjoyed almost every ride.

He doesn't know you are a hyperactive child, everytime you see a ride your eyes would be sparkling filling the lenses with stars.

He doesn't complain, he loves this version of you, and every person that you have.

Does he ever say he loves you so much?

That's probably the reason why he's willingly to spent the rest of his life with you as his partner.

You started pointing the roller coaster.

He raised his eyebrows.

Sometimes he wasn't sure of your doing.

But considered it as a form of patience, he nodded at it.

Oh boy how he's messed up.

Exactly after the both of you ride the roller coaster, when the roller coaster reaching at the top place, he scream.

You hold his hand while giggling, you think it's cute.

Then it's done after some minutes, he is a mess, poor boy just wanted to be a considered boyfriend.

Then he chooses the ferries wheel as the place where he would propose to you.

You enter the ferries without any idea of what's coming.

You looked at the night view, enjoying every bit of the scenery.

"You like the view?" He asked, you nodded in agreement.

"You know what else would be the best gift to end this day?" He asked.

"What?"

He opened the ring, you looked at him confuse.

"This is my perfect gift, what do you think?"

You looked at him with a shocked eyes.

"Are you?"

"Yes of course! What do you think?"

"Yes!" He smiles then kiss your cheeck.

"Thank you for being the best gift in my life."

JISUNG.

Who would messed up confession? Jisung.

Who would messed up at the first date? Jisung.

Would he messed up the proposal?

Who knows.

That day, Jisung are asking you on a date.

At the park near your apartment, there's a river and a picnic place so you agreed on it.

At the park, the both of you made a little picnic session.

You give him the sandwich, and his give you the sandwich.

You would love to do a love shot, but knowing it's Jisung, you buried deep your desire.

Jisung is one year younger than you, and you found it cute to have him as your boyfriend.

He sure are.. Quite a mess.

But you think it's his charm.

He's like this innocent child that you want to protect, but everytime you say that to him, he will complain about it.

Saying how he's already 25 years old.

At that time you would just cupped his cheek giving him a quick peck.

And in a view minute he's already red like a tomato.

Today is a great day, the both of you would talk a lot.

You remember how Jisung was your junior in college, how he's very shy to even talk to you, now he's talking about anything to you.

You felt safe, and comfortable everytime he's around.

And today in Jisung's head, he's thinking about all the possibilities.

You were opening the picnic basket, searching for something, but then you saw some paper hanging at the corner of it.

You saw what's written on it, but you can't see it clearly.

One thing for sure, you see a drawing of a circle and a cute little diamond.

You want to asked Jisung about it, but then you shrugged it off, probably some trash you had left.

And then there's a ballon stand, he is thinking about buying you a ballon, so you waited for him.

You were busy looking far on the river, seeing all the couple riding those duck thingy.

Until you felt something getting close to you.

And then you saw a tiny thing hanging on the balloon.

You tried to see it clearly, and the holding it because it's came your way.

A ring?! You shocked.

You looked around seeing nobody was around you, but then you saw a lot more balloons with different colour flying across the sky.

"Test test." You heard someone speaking through a speaker he's holding something on his hand, reflect you standing.

"Jisung? What is all of this?" You screamed, he smug.

"It's a proposal! Y/N! I know you can hear this, if you can't I'm sorry I'm trying my best to scream!" He speak through speaker.

You giggles.

"I can!"

"Okay.. Then, here's my proposal, will you marry me?!" He said, everyone was intense.

It's funny how out of nowhere there's a lot of people already.

You silent, everyone was waiting for your answer the boy was very afraid of rejections.

"I will!!" You screamed one last time.

Everyone cheered happily.

After all that he run toward you then hugging you tightly.

"You know? I saw your paper plan before."

He groaned.

"It should have been a surprise." He mumbled.

"Nah it's fine."

"But.. I'm."

"I mean even if it's perfect, I still accept it, Jisung, I don't search for a perfection, I search for someone I love dearly."

Then he cried on your shoulder.

"Why.. you.. always be so nice?" He stuttered.

"Because I'm Y/N, anyway don't cry it's our special day!" You giggles your way.

The End.

It's been so long since I last post... Sorry 😔😔

Anyway how's the reaction? It's the longest I've ever made.

Anyway how's your day everyone? I hope it's great! 😊😊

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7 Days A Week.

Genre ; Fluff, Drama, Slice of life, Humor/Comedy, Friendship.

Warnings ; Badly written, a curse word, some weirdly written past tense (pardon my grammar)

Summary ; Story of you ( fm reader ) with the boys.

PART 3 ; Do you ever?

"Do you ever?"

That's the first thing that comes to you mind when you see your friends across the table.

They laughing at some jokes that Mark told, even though the jokes are so lame and overused.

But something came to your mind seeing their silly interaction, you don't why but you can't get it out of your mind no matter how many time you want to ignore the thoughts.

Imagine.

How boring your life would be if they weren't your friends?

Yups, that's the thought.

You see them once again, lost at your thoughts, Jaemin who saw you daydreaming trying to wake you up.

"What's up cupcake? Did something bothering you?" Jaemin says, worried shows on his face.

You snapped, you lock eyes with him.

"Ah.. That's, just.." You stuttered, magically all of their attention back to you.

This time Jeno is worried, never saw you looked so pale and deep in you thought, normally you would just laughed at their typical boring joke, but today you seemed weird.

His hand reaching for you, he holds your hand, looking at you.

"Are you okay? You have been acting weird lately?" He asked, you shrugged.

"Ehh~ really? No, nothing, just some thoughts." You convinced them.

Even though you can't bring yourself to that sentence, it's bugging you like an tiresome mosquito bites.

How'd you know about it? Well summer camp is probably the answer for that.

But to this question it's still unknown.

Should you tell them? Will they laugh at you? No they won't, will they?

"Lies! I know you have something on your mind, what's it? Jisung drink your banana milk?" Renjun exclaimed, looking at Jisung.

The boy pouting in complaint.

"No I'm not! Beside, Y/N prefers strawberries smoothie!" He complained with his mouth pouting like a balloon.

Chenle can't help himself to smiles and giggles at Jisung cute comments, he then proceeds to poked Jisung cheek.

"Hey, mind your actions." The boy talks, Chenle shrugged.

"Is it because of that rumor that you and Taeyong hyung were your best movies buddies and not Mark?" Haechan spill, making the one who are being mentioned is irritated.

"What do you mean by Taeyong is Y/N movies buddies? She loves to watch horror movie with me!" Mark whined, Haechan nodded while patting the boy head like a child.

"I know you would say that cutie." He smirked widely.

"Eww, if you guys want to do that, do that in your own house or something, there's a child in here!" Jaemin groaned,

"Well guys, this is my time to talk." You chime in, didn't want to make them open their secrets possession anymore or some complained.

"Sure, you can talk about it with us, we can talk about it." Jeno added.

"Soo.. I was just thinking, how is it, if we never.. Ya know? Be friends?" You remarked, making the boys went silent.

Hearing no comebacks, you continues with your thoughts and reasons.

"I mean, we are.. Basically that type of people, people who are born with everything given to us freely without having to asked or begged, I know it's a blessing, but don't you ever think? How this type of relationship actually works?" You explained.

No more, sounds they made.

Normally they would laugh at your thoughts, because that's how basically Renjun and his thoughts about space would be responded.

He would talk about how moon is just another place for a bunny to live in, or how there's this another world or universe in which everyone is completely opposite than how they usually looked or act.

But that's Renjun thoughts, not yours.

Yours is simply logically explainable, and the reason or arguments that you bring are absolutely something that is easy for some normal people brain.

"Yeah.. You are right."

"I don't know how mine would be." Renjun blurted it out, making everyone on the room nodding their head in agreement.

"Mine would be pretty boring actually." Chenle claimed, you look at him.

You never saw the boy looked so gloomy, the boy is the butterfly of your group full of sunshine and loud yelling going around him.

Now his head hung low, looking at the carpet under his feet, playing with the carpet.

"That would be weird actually." Mark chime in, exactly after seeing Chenle.

He tried to make it bright.

"I mean, we all have been friends for since I don't know? 13 year? Heck it's been so long, I remembered seeing you guys for the first time!" Mark added.

That time, the 8 of you were only 7 years old.

[ Flashback ]

You looked at your blue dress, with a pretty bandana you had on your head.

You looked very cute and bubbly, you ran down to the first floor.

You saw your sister, who in the future will be one of the famous make up brand owner, she goes by the name Kim Yoo-jung

She was 11 when you are only 7, she saw you with your bright blue dress, she came closer.

"Well if this isn't my cute little angel, how's the dress?" She asked, patting your head.

You smiled brightly at her questions you twirl around in your gown, with your hand making an elegance motion.

"I love it! It's so beautiful! Thank you unnie!" You chirped happily, while she hug you in response.

Even though Yoo-jung doesn't live with you anymore, since she's mostly living by your aunt and uncle to learn about the beauty world and make up.

You love and adore her a lot, she comes home only twice in a whole 4 years, and she came back brought you a very gorgeous gown, you can never felt thankful for her sincere care for you.

She hugged you tightly, then get interrupted with a very tall figure next to her.

"Are you guys still busy? We had party that we should catch up."

Kim Seokjin, your Older-Brother, you and him had a deep connection, but due to his busy schedule, he can't really be always near you for 24 hours.

Same as your sister, he lived with your aunt and uncle, he's 14 at the time, and already a model.

In the future he's a really well known designer who had design a lot of great dresses and suit for a very famous people.

He looked at Yoo-jung giving the girl a side eye.

Yoo-jung and Seokjin isn't the best when it's come to sibling goals relationship, it's true that they care for each other but they still try cover it up with an act of 'shut it I don't care'

You can say your family is a pretty gruesome when it's come to showing affection.

And guess what? You to, are in the same situation.

You didn't have much friends, it's not like you want to, making friends means making connection.

And the thought of making connections with people who are a completely stranger to you doesn't sit right with you.

In this world, friends mean connection, connection means fortunate, if you are not lucky, then you are a loser.

That's deep, but that's life.

How can some 7 years old girl thinking of it? Well it's the magic of story.

"Yeah, we should be going now."

The 3 of you were attending one of the biggest party celebration. It's the 32 anniversary of Na's cookies and bakery, one of the famous bakery in town.

You heard that Na's have a pretty little young boy, who are at the time is 7 years old.

You were hoping you can befriended the boys, your mom seeing you then hugging you tightly.

"There you are my little angel, how's the dress? You like it? Your sister prepared it exclusively for you only." She yelped, quite loud actually.

You and your mom and dad, is actually quite close, not like some movies in which some rich family always have troubled getting close to their biological parents.

You love your parents, and you still do in the future.

Back to your mom, you smiled twirling, showing your petite body and slim figure.

She smiled, she was already thinking about how should she make you join the model company, but she know you are still too young

Who knows 13 years from now you are already a model of some famous cover magazines?

She then proceed to introduce you to some people that she knews, untill she stopped at the Na's.

"Hello Miss Kim, how'd you like the party?" She asked until she averted her eyes to you, seeing you for the first time she can't help but awe-ing your cuteness.

"Omg, is she YN? Your cute little daughter? Omg! You looked so sweet sweetheart." She exclaimed in excitement, you bowed down politely.

"Nice to meet you miss Na, I'm Kim Yn, in the future I will be the best designer!" She responded happily, using your cheer tone.

"Cutie, from now you can call me your mother okay? Who knows in the future you will become my daughter in law." She grinned looking at your mom way.

She chuckled jokingly, "She doesn't even now who is the groom, how can she make sure that Na is the one?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce you to my baby Nana, sweetie, he's right there with his friends, you should join them!" She pointed at a quite far away table, there's 7 boys sitting across each other silently.

In your mind, you were thinking about should you join them or not, since they seem very close with each other.

Even though the reality, the boys can't even opened their mouth due to nervous.

You come closer, their eyes are still focus at another place, some still eating cookies, some is awkwardly fidgeting his fingers, some are completely out from this planet.

Untill you sit at the table, their eyes finally realizing your form.

Actually getting stared at with a bunch of people are quite terrifying.

"Hello everyone, I'm Kim Yn, Miss Na told me to sit in here while she's busy talking with my mother." You said, trying to break the tension on the table.

Seeing you like seeing their crush at fifth grade.

Well technically, they weren't in a fifth grade, but they can't helped themselves to be interested in you or even have a crush on you.

You had a pretty cute dark hair, pretty plump lips, and even your dress make you stand out in their eyes.

Haechan opened his mouth, trying to talk with you.

"Hello! I'm Donghyuk! My mom called me Haechan because she thinks it's cute." The little boy greeted very loudly, all of the boys across the room are surprised.

"Haechan! You don't have to scream!" Jeno complained, making Haechan flustered.

"Sorry.." He apologized.

Jeno felt sorry, he thinks he's very harsh on the boy.

"No it's Jeno's fault, sorry.." He apologized to.

And then the two boys cries.

"Kids." Renjun sassed.

"Renjun you are a kid to." Mark emphasizes, trying to make the kids realized.

"No, I'm not! I'm 7 years old, which means I have live in this world for 7 years, it's a long period of time!" He insisted.

"7 years is still a kid." Chenle muttered, Renjun huffing in annoyance.

"Keep telling yourself that, I always think 7 years old is old enough to be called not kids." He speak in a weird language and grammar, you can't understand.

"So the point is that, you are not a kid like that?" You explained the problem, trying to fix this 7 years old is a kid or not argument.

"My dad said it's still a kid, unless you are 11 years or 14 years older, my dad said until you get puberty then you still a kid." Jisung boasted.

You never saw a kid so smart before, that boy catch your glance seeing your sparkling eyes making him blushed.

"Is there something on my face? I don't like wearing makeup but my mom make sure I have a light make up on.." He acknowledged.

"Eh.. No, I just think you are smart." You complimented the boy, jisung become more red.

"You like jisung?" Another boy asked.

He looked very cute with a very bright smile, you saw that feature before.

"You are Jaemin?" You asked, the boy eyes lit in excitement.

"Yes! It's me! How you know?" He asked again, loving the attention he got.

"You look like your mom, so I just assumed you are Nana."

Hearing the nickname, he can't help but jumping in excitement, pretty girl are calling him with his cute name.

And that's how Jaemin have a crush on YN.

No.

"Yn liked me first!" Haechan nagged, trying to make your attention back to him.

You laughed at his puffy eyes, he smiled at your laugh he thinks it's cute.

Then the next few hours is wasted on how all the boys wanted your attention on themselves only.

Become very obvious aren't they.

You saw Jisung, he's very shy and doesn't talk that much.

Since he's sitting right next to you, you assured him while tightening your hold on his hands.

He saw them, at first he's very surprise, but the next minute he felt relief.

"Are you okay? Do you need space? I think you do." You asked the little boy out of concern.

"No, I'm fine, I'm quite shy.." He mumble, lucky you can hear that soft voice.

"That's okay, I'm sorry for forcing a skin ship with you, everytime my mom saw me surprise or went blank, she always holding my hand and talk to me in a sweet voice.." You reasoned, you almost let go the little boy hand, but he refused so.

"No.. That's fine, my mom sometimes do this to me too.. Especially if I have to talk to a lot of people, you can keep you hand on mine!" He smiled, his cute nose crunches.

At that time, you felt the urge to adopt him, even though you are still 7 years, you don't care, you want this little boy to be your little brother.

"OMG!! You are sooo cute!" Jaemin yelped, beating you to it.

"He do be kinda cute, starting now you are my little brother!" Mark stated, everyone on the table nodding their head certainly.

"Then it settle, he's our baby boy!" Renjun exclaimed, everyone fisting to the air like those sport animes.

"What? But.. I'm not the youngest! YN are!" He whined, complaining about how is he becomes the maknae of the group if YN is younger by him.

"Well it's doesn't matter, that mean we will care for you more, be sure to expecting a lot of skin ship, because this boy are going to be the bear hugger!" Haechan shouted, warned the poor boy of the what's about to come.

You laughed at that, everyone laugh at that, you see all of those starry eyes, with sparkling marked to their gaze.

You fell in love with them, you think they're the soul mate of your own, someone who you think you can trust, grow old together.

Imagining, all the possibilities of the future income, like Haechan are going to be that one sunshine, Renjun the sweet cinnamon rolls, Jaemin the nagger and attention seeker, Jeno the kindest, Mark the coolest older brother, Chenle your loud butterfly, and last your baby hamster Jisung.

You never knew how this relationship of friendship are going to unfold, or is it going to be like this forever, you just hoped its never end.

[ Flashback end ]

Well you sure it has come to that past wishes.

Your dreams come true, they stay the same, you stay the same, something change, but they that you met for the first rime at 7 year's old party celebration, are still the same 7 dorks you know.

Even though they have grow old, and Renjun are already old enough since he already hit puberty and he finally can tell Jisung about that puberty facts.

The air around you and them felt warm, it's probably golden hour already, Haechan just smile at the old past.

"You guys want to go out? It's on Mark!" Haechan chirping in excitement.

You stand up hearing that statement, making everyone jumped excited, other than Mark everyone is happy.

You do ever questioned, Like..

Why Mark is the oldest even though he doesn't act like it? Pretending to be that cool older brother even though he's the one who needs supervisor, How Renjun could be soo cute after all this time, How Jeno is the best secret keeper you know, how Haechan can be so annoying at some time but still your best besties ever, why Jaemin agreed to be your eomma 24/7 and taking care of 7 kids at the same time being the sweetheart he is, How Chenle could be so loud and easy going, and Why do you still see Jisung as the same cute little brother you saw at the first time.

The answer is one, you let yourself knowing them, meeting them, enjoying their company, all of their hugs, and affection you always wanted, you let yourself be yourself, be their friend.

You loved them.

That's the answer.

Narrator who sees everything from behind the curtain are crying so hard, they decided to stop to story at that time.

You and your friend going to your favorite ice cream shop.

Previous / Next.

A/N ; I'm sorry for not be able to post some of this week's..

I felt quite exhausted due to some school work, besides I have a lot of projects on hands it's become hand full :"

Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter so far! ☺

Tag ;

[castleofclouds]

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★𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗌 !? 

❥︎ !! 🍄 𝗚!𝗥𝗟𝗦 𓂅 𑁥 ੭ 𑊑 𑊁 ረ ૮ ᭡ ᘓ ១ 𑫈 ꝿ ౿ ꪆ 𑁯 𑊁 𑊡 𑫏 𑜷 Թ Ծ ౿ 𑁯 𑁭 𑁥 ੭ ꪆ ᥫ ᘏ Ꮼ ᘓ ୬ ෧ ᘡ ୪ ১ 𖥨Ꮼ ꮱ ᰢ ꮺ 𐑙 ꫤ﹅﹆ Ꮺ ᰝ ჲ ᴥ 𖦆 𓍲 𓍱 Ꮘ ફ ળ ਨ ৬ ৫ ২ ণ 𖡋 ଽ꒰ ꒱ ꒲ 𖢆 ꯊ ꒷ ꒥ ꒦ ⏝ ︶ ᝰ 𖬺ꔚ ꔛ ꕁ ꕀ ꒳ ꒴ 𖢺 ଓ ଲ ପ ମ ଘ ᳂ 🝎 𓐍 𐐫 𐐃 ◍ ⱺ ◔ ◷ 𔓏 • 〄⌾  𖣠 𖦹 ꩜ 🝎 ๑​ ꮻ ☹︎ 𓇸 𖦸 𔓶𒀭 𔓘 𑁍 𖡎 ֍ 🜰 ᦅ⟲⟳❁ ᜊ ♡   ❥ ᯽ ꕤ  🝮 ♥︎ 𑃢 𐀶 ꒧ ꇊ⎙ ⏚ 〧 ▌ ▬ ▭ ꉙ ꗃ ౾ ౽ 𐰢 ⏧𓄹 𓄼 𔓕 𔐬 𔘏 𓏲 𓍢 𓍯 𓂅 𓂃 𓁹 𐇻  ᨃ ᨓ ᨑ ᨐ ᨏ ᨎ ╭╯◖ ◗ ꉂ ‡   ꒷      ⌨        ⬪         ↀ       ⬩     ⬧        ⬥        ⊹       〨        ⩌         ⩍       ⩋       𓊌      𓇿       𓊔        𓈈       ㆐        Ⳋ        ︳       ⴰ    𔒴        ↻        𝅅         ﹐         ㄔ         ഒ         ＊      ⛓        𓎆        ⩩       ⵌ ٠     ᭡    ꕤ   𓈀   っ  𓊘  𓄹    ⦂    ᘏ   𔘓   𓈈   𓂃   𖠿    ཿ    ࿀   ᎔   ᎓     ᜴   ᜵   ᝪ   ៚  ៳   ᠀   ᠉    ᤳ    ᨓ    ᭝   ᱺ   ᳃    ◯   ◦  ◡  ◠   ⋆    ۬۟۬     ⑅    ꠴   ੭   જ   ꞈ    ⸝    ˴   ›    ≡    ࿔   ／   ଓ    ઇ   ઉ   ᧙   ᥐ   ៸   ૪   ೨   ␥   ■   ♧   ◇   ◈   ﹫   ꧔   ੭   જ    ꞈ    ⸝      ≡    ࿔    ଓ    ઇ    ઉ    ᧙    ᥐ   ៸   ໒    ː    ՞   ᵎ    ࿂  ﹆  ᰍ   ִ𖧧   𖤠   𓄹     ﹅  ᠀    ·    ꗃ    𖦹      𓈒       𖧧      𓂃      𝕝      𓄹    𓄼      ҂      ⬫      ܀         ⃝          ᘏ      ︰       ⚠        ꤥ         𓇬          𓃉        𓇸         𓆇       ⸃       ⸰         ⬞     𐑥        ᠈       ✉        ᨒ        ﹆         ⬝       𑁤        𔘓    𔓘      ᜊ        ᪤       ꒷      ⌨        ⬪         ↀ       ⬩     ⬧        ⬥        ⊹       〨        ⩌         ⩍       ⩋   ჲ   ᴥ

𝑨̲ ̲𝑩̲ ̲𝑪̲ ̲𝑫̲ ̲𝑬̲ ̲𝑭̲ ̲𝑮̲ ̲𝑯̲ ̲𝑰̲ ̲𝑱̲ ̲𝑲̲ ̲𝑳̲ ̲𝑴̲ ̲𝑵̲𝑵̲̃ ̲𝑶̲ ̲𝑷̲ ̲𝑸̲ ̲𝑹̲ ̲𝑺̲ ̲𝑻̲ ̲𝑼̲ ̲𝑽̲ ̲𝑾̲ ̲𝑿̲ ̲𝒀̲ ̲𝒁̲𝐀̲ ̲𝐁̲ ̲𝐂̲ ̲𝐃̲ ̲𝐄̲ ̲𝐅̲ ̲𝐆̲ ̲𝐇̲ ̲𝐈̲ ̲𝐉̲ ̲𝐊̲ ̲𝐋̲ ̲𝐌̲ ̲𝐍̲ ̲𝐍̲̃ ̲𝐎̲ ̲𝐏̲ ̲𝐐̲ ̲𝐑̲ ̲𝐒̲ ̲𝐓̲ ̲𝐔̲ ̲𝐕̲ ̲𝐖̲ ̲𝐗̲ ̲𝐘̲ ̲𝐙̲𝚊̲ ̲𝚋̲ ̲𝚌̲ ̲𝚍̲ ̲𝚎̲ ̲𝚏̲ ̲𝚐̲ ̲𝚑̲ ̲𝚒̲ ̲𝚓̲ ̲𝚔̲ ̲𝚕̲ ̲𝚖̲ 𝚗̲ ̲𝚘̲ ̲𝚙̲ ̲𝚚̲ ̲𝚛̲ ̲𝚜̲ ̲𝚝̲ ̲𝚞̲ ̲𝚟̲ ̲𝚠̲ ̲𝚡̲ ̲𝚢̲ ̲𝚣̲ ̲𝙰̲ ̲𝙱̲ ̲𝙲̲ ̲𝙳̲ ̲𝙴̲ ̲𝙵̲ ̲𝙶̲ ̲𝙷̲ ̲𝙸̲ ̲𝙹̲ ̲𝙺̲ ̲𝙻̲ ̲𝙼̲ 𝙽̲ ̲𝙾̲ ̲𝙿̲ ̲𝚀̲ ̲𝚁̲ ̲𝚂̲ ̲𝚃̲ ̲𝚄̲ ̲𝚅̲ ̲𝚆̲ ̲𝚇̲ ̲𝚈̲ ̲𝚉̲𝗔̲ ̲𝗕̲ ̲𝗖̲ ̲𝗗̲ ̲𝗘̲ ̲𝗙̲ ̲𝗚̲ ̲𝗛̲ ̲𝗜̲ ̲𝗝̲ ̲𝗞̲ ̲𝗟̲ ̲𝗠̲ ̲𝗡̲ ̲𝗡̲̃ ̲𝗢̲ ̲𝗣̲ ̲𝗤̲ ̲𝗥̲ ̲𝗦̲ ̲ ̲𝗨̲ ̲𝗩̲ ̲𝗪̲ ̲𝗫̲ ̲𝗬̲ ̲𝗭̲ 

 ´っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎(´,,>ω<,,`)♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`):( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ‎ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა

★𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝘀 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗹𝘀 !?

★/☆ ))  g1🆁L𝗦 ⠀𓂃  !

㍿ 壪廳戅戆攮斸曯欖靍靎顳顴飌飍飝馫驤驥驦驧㶠㸑㼖䃻䉷䕾䚕䙰䚭䝄䝔, 囕壪廳戅飝馫驤驥驦驧㸑㼖䃻䉷䕾䚕䙰䚭䝄䝔 ꓹ 囕壪廳戅飝 馫驤驥驦驤驥驤 珍 俊 魂 昂 黄 𠊙 滚 偪 𠇲 ꫥ平 君 變 昂 供 ㍈ 俊 魂 〺 〹 𐠵 う わ ゆ ぬ が へ を せ れㄎㄆぷ피 푸 기 윤 우 츄 틴 나 인 모 김 국혱 테 남 민 첑 즈 지 중 쟈 읻 위 웃⋒ ⋓ ⩄ ⩀ ⩉ ⩇ ⍝ 𖣗 ꐑ 𖥋 𖥵 𝆯𒆳 𒉽 ▸◂ 𝅎𝅏 𝅈𝅉 🝓 ◃▹ ː ⬫ ⬥ ⬦ ⑅Ⰶ ⊞ 𐌎 ⌦ 𐅰 ⎗ ◫ ༕ 🜲 ꯀ 𖣯 ▦𝄝 𝄜 𖣖 ⎗ ⎘ ⌂ ⩩ 𐄹 ⋕ ＃ ꖛ  ★♥︎ !! & ? ﹏ 𓂃𓈒 % 𝗼.𝗢 :𝗗 … ＜ ꒷꒦ ??! ＜3 𝗟𝗢𝗟 ! -  𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗟 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 -  𝗠!𝗬𝗘꩜𝗡 -  lOvE YoU -  𝟮𝟰/𝟳 -  𝟰𝗥𝗖𝗛𝟭𝗩𝟯 -  *𝙠𝙞𝙎𝙎  *

𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧 -  𝗟oO𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 -  S𝗣4c𝗘 -  𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗶𝗘𝗦 -  𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 -  𝗠𝖸 𝖥𝗔𝗩⩇𝖱𝖨𝗧ᗴ an𝗚𝗬 - 𝗠𝗬 𝗝𝗶𝗠𝗶𝗡  -  𝗛𝗲𝗬 -  🅲𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗟 -  𝗛𝗘𝗬 -  𝗟𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗕𝗔𝗡 -  𝗕𝗔𝗘

𝗨 𝗥 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 -  I 𝗡𝟯𝗘𝗗 U -  𝟎𝟎 : 𝟎𝟎 -  𝗪♥︎𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 -  𝗣𝗟𝟺𝗬  𝗗𝟺𝗧𝟹

 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗬 -  𝘀𝗛 𝗭𝘇 - 𝗚!𝗥𝗟𝗦 -  M𝗬 𝗕♥︎𝗕𝗘𝗦 -  𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗘 -  𝐋✿𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

  𝗦t4𝗡 - 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 - 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗦 - 𝘇𝗭𝘇  -  𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗢 -  𝗟-𝗢-𝗩-𝗘 -  𝗺𝗬 𝗦𝗣𝗶𝗖𝗘

 𝗖𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗬 -  𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘 -  ︎𝗷-𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 -  YEOJIN -  𝗬𝗨𝗧𝗔︎ -  𝗶𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗘 -  𝗖𝗔𝗧𝘀 𝗚𝗶𝗥𝗟𝗦

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