lelezip

[lelezip]

i really see it tho.. i really do..

which nct member are you uquiz.. running to take it rn

[lelezip]

chenle.. trust we will get him to dm you. no matter what.

ღtexts with bf! nct dream

asking the dreamies what they'd do if you switched bodies for a day [part 1]

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ღNOTE FROM C. this is a filler post which may explain the dull quality of the texts. sorry that i haven't been as active as i should have been. i do hope that you enjoy this post anyway.

chenle

jisung

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[lelezip]

T_T i love my ji so much. please this was so cute my mibear you know how to write in a way that makes my heart just pain in a good way. “thanking the universe for loving you so loudly that it brought him to life.” FUCKKKK. can i thank the universe for loving you out loud that it’ll bring you to me? :3

MY BAMJJI TURNED INTO A HUMAN?! Σ(°ロ°)

bamjji who's been with you since high school, tucked lovingly onto the zipper of your backpack—always there, always soft, always still. the keyring is fraying at the seams from years of loyalty—from rain-soaked commutes and sunlit walks through campus, from being clutched too tightly during both moments of excitement and nights that hurt too much to breathe. all while still staying so painfully adorable.

bamjji who listens to your soft ramblings on the bus, your whispered rants about professors and friendship drama, about your heartbreak over that boy with constellations on his cheek who never once looked your way—soft ears bent from all your absent-minded fiddling. 

bamjji who you tuck under your chin at night. who smells faintly of custard from that one bungeo-ppang incident last semester. who absorbs your tears like they're meant for him. whose round face is the first thing you see every morning, blinking sleep from your eyes and wondering if anything in the world could be more constant than him.

bamjji who you lose one thursday evening. you come home, place your bag down, and he's just—gone. like a piece of your soul dropped off without warning. just emptiness where warmth used to be. you search the streets. retrace your steps. tear through your sheets. you even call your mom crying and she thinks someone died.

that night, you stand at your window and tilt your head towards the sky.

"please," you whisper to the stars above, to every alien and cosmic creature you've ever believed in, "bring my ji back to me."

a stranger with messy brown hair, sleepy eyes, and a paper bag of roasted chestnuts crinkling in his hand knocks on your door at exactly 5:02AM the next morning. a man who looks like he stepped out of a cartoon and fell into the real world—soft mole placed perfecting on his cheeks, pouty features, and a wide-eyed wonder like everything around him is both terrifying and fascinating.

"can i help you…?"

the stranger smiles, slow and soft, like the morning light curling through your curtains. like he's waited a long, long time to see you like this.

"i found my way home!"

you take a step back, eyeing the stranger more closely. there's something familiar in the way he rocks back on his heels, in the slight tilt of his head when he looks at you like you're his whole galaxy. the mole you once traced your thumb through fabric feels unmistakable now. there's a warmth blooming in your chest that feels like muscle memory—your body recognising him even when your mind can't quite believe it yet.

"bam…jji?"

human bamjji who stares at you like the sky handed him back every star it stole. he nods—slowly, shyly—like he’s still learning how to move in this strange new body, still figuring out how to balance his height, his limbs, the foreignness of feeling his own heartbeat.

you let him in before your brain catches up with your body. maybe it's instinct. maybe it's fate. or maybe it's just the way he stands there barefoot on your welcome mat, chestnuts in one hand , looking at you with that gentle, awestruck look in his eyes like you hung the moon just for him.

human bamjji who walks through your apartment like it's sacred ground. like every corner is both familiar and brand new. he gasps at the toaster—the same one you used to balance him on, pretending he was just another slice of bread. he pokes the alien sticker on your fridge with a look of solemn reverence. kneels beside your backpack and whispers, "i missed you."

you should be concerned. or at the very least confused. but instead, you boil water for tea, sit across from him at the coffee table, and ask if he's cold.

he shrugs, cheeks puffed. "only a little. but not when you talk."

human bamjji who follows you around like a confused puppy, trying to understand every light switch, button, and beep that was once too far away for him to reach, too real for him to use. he burns the eggs while trying to help with breakfast. gets overwhelmed at the grocery store and buys five different brands of cereal because they all looked cheerful.

human bamjji who stands in front of the mirror for hours. pokes at his own cheeks, his nose, and frowns. "my cheeks were rounder before…" he mumbles, mourning the plushness he left behind.

you laugh—fully, freely, almost too loud for the early morning. he startles, then beams at the sound. like your laugh alone makes his transformation worth it.

human bamjji who you find curled up awkwardly on your couch that night, knees tucked to chest, as if he's still the size of your palm. you drape a blanket over him, brushing the hair from his forehead—because your hands still remember how to care for him. and quietly, you wonder what kind of magic could've stitched him into your life like this.

human bamjji who decides he needs a human name after a week of blushing and covering his flushed ears whenever you call him bamjji in public. you're mid-rushing a project, hunched over your laptop with three deadlines breathing down your neck, when he bursts into your room without knocking and blurts it out.

"jisung," he says, eyes wide and hopeful, like he's just gifted you the name of a star he discovered. "i read on google that it means stars in chinese. do you like it? do you think it suits me? ah... maybe i should think of another one…"

you glance up—hair messy, shirt wrinkled, chestnut crumbs on his cheek—and nod. "i like it."

he beams so brightly you have to look away.

jisung who blushes even harder now than when you called him bamjji. who hides his face in your neck when you say his human name out loud, like the sound of it spoken in your voice makes his knees go weak.

jisung who whines dramatically whenever you pull him away from the roasted chestnut stand, dragging his feet like you're separating him from a long-lost lover. who insists the stall glows with a golden aura, a reunion of souls.

jisung who signs your notebook pages with hamster doodles, scribbles on the corners of your assignments and research papers, even doodles on the back of your receipts—as if afraid you'll forget the shape he once held in your life, and the new form he's learning to hold now.

jisung who tries to act all cool and mysterious but still cries during animated movies. sniffles quietly during inside out. clutches your sleeve tightly during wall-e. who gasps during alien documentaries and points out which ones he's apparently met before. who leans close and whispers conspiratorially, like he's sharing secrets only he and the stars know.

jisung who never forgets how you held him. who, even now, rests his cheek against your shoulder whenever you fall quiet. who listens for the rhythm of your heart like it's a lullaby he memorised a lifetimes ago. a melody that once told him he was loved—even when he couldn't speak it back.

jisung who you catch whispering to the sky sometimes. standing barefoot on your balcony in the dead of night, arms folded across his chest like he's sending something back.

he hums lullabies you've never heard before—soft and strange and impossibly sweet. his eyes closed, chin tilted towards the stars like they're old friends.

and when you ask him what he's doing, he turns to you with a sleepy-eyed grin, soft and shimmering with something almost otherworldly, and says,

"just thanking them."

thanking the stars above. thanking every alien and cosmic creature the two of you ever believed in.

thanking the universe for loving you so loudly that it brought him to life.

notes not proofread sorry :[ but writing this was so fun!!! the whimsy of aliens turning bamjji into a human... truly wonderful. happy reading!!!!!! (>ᴗ•)

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[lelezip]

me and my mimi 🤍

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fav renjun look…. god forbid the woman i’ll be the day he brings back two toned hair. GODDD PLEASE!😖😖

250607 RENJUN Update

[lelezip]

why… why just why… please where’s the happy ending where he gets let out and then we live as a happy happy family 🙁

too little, too late ( p.sh)

(bf!park sunghoon x f!reader) ◦ ₊ WC!1660> ◦ ₊ CW!prison, violence, long sentences, the law, y/n acting like the first prison gf , slight angst, fluff ◦ ₊

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ღNOTE FROM C. another enhypen story! i don't know much about prison visits, and there wasn't much info when i made research, so this might be a bit inaccurate...sorry for that. thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoy it !!

You found yourself zoning out whilst staring at one of the many posters that dotted the mauve wall of the room. The table you were sat at was laminated wood, the varnish chipping at the edges; a few TV Guide magazines sat atop, dusty and unloved.

Beside the door was a clock which ticked alarmingly loudly for its’ small size. When you inhaled, you caught a whiff of stale food, which was rather odd considering the setting. Above you was a single light bulb that filled the room with a mulchy glow.

You weren't the only one in the room- people sat at other tables, some alone, others with families. A couple of them scrolled on their phones, while a handful attempted to take interest in the magazines in front of them. A few stared into space, their minds thousands of miles away.

Despite the gloom, you were dressed to the nines- your makeup was on point, hair washed and styled, clothes freshly pressed. Your hands and ears were adorned with jewellery that twinkled in the light. It almost masked how awful you felt.

There were a million other places that you wanted to be right now, but here you were; on the visiting wing of a prison, trying your best not to fall apart.

It was all thanks to the love of your life, Park Sunghoon. He'd risen to the bait of crime once again, and let himself get caught by the law. Now, he was paying for his actions with loss of his freedom-and half of your heart.

It had only been three months since Sunghoon had gone to prison, but you were losing touch with reality with every day that passed. You couldn't eat, drink, or sleep properly. Even the occasional cigarette did nothing to curb your worries. If you weren't staring into space, you were crying. (You'd made your way through several multipacks of Kleenex.) You had become a ghost of yourself.

Your family had had enough of it all. “Just give up on that bad influence and move on,” your mother had laughed, rolling up a spliff with gnarled fingers. “Goodbye to bad rubbish!” You (obviously) ignored her. Sunghoon was the only person who made you feel like life was worth living. He laughed with you, not at you. He listened to you, acknowledging your fears and worries. He never tried to prove you wrong. He loved you, and you loved him back.

How you missed his warm embraces. You pined after the times that you'd fall asleep next to him, waking up to see him smiling down at you, hand caressing your face. You missed his soft kisses along your jaw and neck. You longed to hear his voice reassuring you that everything would work out, that it would always be you and him, that nobody and nothing would come between the pair of you.

The only problem with Sunghoon was his passion for trouble; he just couldn't seem to stay away from it. It wasn't that he liked committing crimes. He thought himself the server of justice in the community. Any drug dealer attempting to make children transport their wares were kissed with his brass knuckleduster. Any nonces who tried their hand at the vulnerable were mercilessly kicked until their ribs snapped. School bullies who made their victims’ lives hell were dragged through the back lanes by their eyelids. He was the community’s hero; a saviour to the ones who couldn't fight for themselves.

But this time. he'd gone one step too far and caused serious damage. The drug dealer that he'd beaten up with a baseball bat was hospitalised in a comatose state, with no signs of coming round soon. Sunghoon hadn't been sentenced yet, but he was looking at a minimum of five years- yes, a minimum.

The door beeped as it opened, and a prison guard waddled in. She glared hard at everyone in the room as the prisoners shuffled in, daring someone to stare back. You barely noticed her, eyes at the door. All that mattered was him. At last, Sunghoon appeared, eyes downcast. Your own eyes filled with tears, throat burning as it threatened to let out a sob.

You knew that there was no reason to cry. You had done all this a thousand times before; the hourly visits every once a month,the reassurances that prison life wasn't that bad, the promises to send letters and call as soon as possible.

But things were different this time around. This time, you had something you needed to say.

You inhaled sharply when Sunghoon met your gaze, your heart beating faster with every step he took towards your table. Nobody and nothing existed anymore- not the other families, not the prison guards, not the dusty magazines.

Sunghoon walked over to your table and settled down in front of you. Despite your sadness, your heart gave an extra beat. Nothing looked bad on him, not even the grey bleak uniform that he had to wear at all times. In fact, it contrasted well with his pale skin. His jet hair had grown long since he'd gone in, his fringe brushing his lashes and ends curling at his neck.Tears filled your eyes as he took your hand in his, fingers brushing gently over your knuckles.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you replied.

There was a brief silence.

“How've you been doing?” Sunghoon’s eyes met yours as he attempted to smile. You didn't answer, the tears rolling down your cheeks and smudging your perfect mascara.

“Why are you crying?” Sunghoon's voice was gentle and quiet. “I'm right here.” His reassurance only made you cry more, the warm tears rolling into your mouth and blurring your vision. “I told myself that I wasn't going to cry today,” you gulped, wiping your face with the back of your hand. Sunghoon held your hand tighter. “It's okay, darling. Don't be ashamed to cry.” You took a deep breath as you looked back up at him. Even though he was right there, you missed him more than ever.

“I'm sorry, Sunghoon,” you whispered.

Sunghoon’'s dark eyes glinted with fear, but his voice remained calm. “Why are you sorry?”

“Please try not to be mad at me,” you replied, voice barely audible. You closed your eyes as you faced the table. Sunghoon’s grip increased on your hand. “You'll have to tell me first, won't you?” You let out the breath that you'd been holding. As much as you adored Sunghoon, you had no idea how he would handle what you were about to tell him. You didn't even know if he'd want to be together anymore.

“You haven't killed someone, have you?” Sunghoon laughed. Your eyes shot open. “No, of course not!” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “It's sort of…the other way around,”

“What? Did someone try to kill you?” Sunghoon's eyes rounded, and your hands felt like they would fall off with how tightly he held them.

It was now or never.

“I'm carrying our child, Sunghoon.”

You couldn't look at him as the words fell off your lips. The silence that followed was unbearable. You waited for Sunghoon to let go and stand up, expected to hear “How do I know it's mine?”. You were ready to be abandoned.

“How far along are you?” he asked at last, his voice low.

“Exactly three months,” you replied. “Remember when-”

“I remember, don't worry,” Sunghoon cut through you. He frowned. “Why were you too scared to tell me?” “I don't know,” you stuttered. In that moment, you really didn't know. You silently cursed yourself for thinking that he'd hate you now that you were pregnant.

He let go of your hands, pushing his fringe back. “I've only gone and done it, haven't I?”

“What do you mean?”

“I've ruined everything for us, y/n. I thought I had to be the hero as usual, and I've near killed someone because of it.. Nobody knows how long I'm going to have to spend in here, and you're going to have to raise our child alone, surrounded by people who keep putting you down…”

In a way, Sunghoon's reaction to the news had made everything worse; he'd presented the reality of what was going to happen. It truly would be just you and your child against your community, struggling through each day.

“Think of all the milestones I'm going to miss,” Sunghoon muttered. He looked directly at you. “I've let us all down, y/n, and I'm sorry.”

“Visiting time's almost over,” the prison guard called out.

Sunghoon leaned forward to you, his eyes pleading. “You shouldn't be sorry, y/n. I'm the one who should apologise to you.” Lowering his voice, he continued, “I'm going to be there for our child, y/n, no matter where I am. When they let me out of here, I'll protect you both with my life. I promise.” The guard was waddling over towards you two, possibly hoping to drag Sunghoon away. “I'm so sorry,” Sunghoon whispered. Ever so gently, he kissed his index and middle fingers, placing them on your lips. “Enough of that,” the guard snapped, gripping Sunghoon's shoulder to pull him up and join the other prisoners.

You weren't sad that Sunghoon didn't turn back to to you to wave goodbye; you two didn't say bye at prison visits. It was easier to turn away than to utter the difficult parting words. Instead, you watched the back of him walk away until he was out of sight, hidden away behind the alarmed door.

For the first time in a long while, tears rolled down Sunghoon's face. He let them flow in front of everyone, ignoring the other prisoners’ stares and the prison guards’ mean jibes. As the day turned to dusk, he continued to cry, his face hidden in his bolster.(giving the pillow the much needed wash it deserved.)

He had let you down, and he knew it.

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[lelezip]

AANNA MY BABY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH 😔 you left me to fight by myself you are on strike 2

IM SORRY VAL :(( i missed you more my gorgeous girl.. please forgive me i’ll do anything okay?

[lelezip]

need him badly… need him in a way that’s concerning to feminism…

lee chanyoung x gn! reader 𐙚⋆.˚ pool sex

⤷ singular mention of reader wearing swimsuit.

“anton—fuck, you feel so good—”

he groans low in his throat, the sound almost swallowed by the way your hips are already rolling against his. your soaked swimsuit tossed somewhere on the concrete while his trunks are still hanging uselessly off one thigh.

you’re straddling him right in the middle of the hotel pool, thighs spread around his lap, riding him like you’ve got all the time in the world even though someone could walk in at any minute. but you both keep going, despite the risk of it all.

his head tips back when you grind down especially hard, the water lapping at your waists, rippling around the tiles from the force of every needy bounce. it’s warm, humid and thick with the smell of chlorine and sex, and you swear you can feel his cock twitch inside you every time you clench around his length.

he’s so deep inside you. his cock snug and pulsing around you, stuffed inside your soaked hole like it belongs there. you’d slipped down on him in one smooth motion the second he’d dragged you into the pool and told you to come here, voice already laced with the need to feel you wrapped around him.

and now as his big hands are on your hips, gripping tightly onto the soft flesh, you can’t help but moan into every touch of his.

he’s scared you’ll pull off before he’s ready, as if you could — as if you’d ever want to when it feels this fucking good.

“slow down,” he pants, but you both know he doesn’t mean it. with the way he’s thrusting up to meet every grind of your hips, with parted lips you know better than to slow down. “fuck, you’re so tight like this. bounce on it, baby, just like that.”

you gasp when he bucks up into you a little harder, forcing a filthy squelch from where your bodies are joined beneath the water. your whole body shudders, squeezing down around him until he’s throwing his head back with a ragged moan, water splashing around your bodies, the sound of skin slapping skin obscenely wet and loud in the still night air.

he’s so pretty like this. hair dripping wet, strands clinging to his forehead. his chest heaving, pecs flexing under your palms every time you drag your hands down the ridges of his perfectly sculpted abs. his cheeks are flushed, and his lips are red and swollen from all the kisses and groans he’s had to bite back.

you lean in closer, rocking your hips down again, harder this time, until you both cry out.

“ride me just like that—fuck—keep going,” he gasps, teeth gritted, hands helping guide you now. “shit, you’re gonna make me cum. you want that? wanna make me cum inside you right here?”

you nod frantically, whimpering against his mouth, your legs trembling as you pick up the pace. hips bouncing as you’re grinding on him. your whole body working to fuck yourself down onto him again and again. his cock is so deep, brushing the exact spot that makes you see stars, thick and twitching with every squeeze of your messy hole.

he’s barely holding it together. you can feel it — every time you clench around him, his hips falter beneath you. his head drops forward to rest against your shoulder, breath hot against your skin, groaning so filthy under his breath.

“gonna cum in you, baby,” he mutters, half-drunk on your pussy, on the feel of your body grinding into him like you can’t get enough. “gonna fill you till you leak out all over me.”

that’s what does it. your orgasm hits you like a punch to the gut, so sharp and bright that your whole body seizes. you moan his name, loud and shameless. nails digging into his shoulders as you comtinue to pulse around him, milking him through it.

he follows with a strangled grunt, hands grabbing at your hips to slam into you one last time before he’s cumming too. thick spurts of his seed filling you up, both hot and heavy as it leaks out into the water around you.

you both stay like that for a second. panting as your bodies stick together under the rippling water. his arms lazily wrap around your waist to keep you close, and you rest your forehead against his, still clenching weakly around him while his cock twitches inside you one last time.

“fuck,” he breathes, voice wrecked, lips brushing your flushed cheek. “you’re never wearing that swimsuit again.”

you laugh, already squeezing around him again just because you can.

“then you better fuck me out of it every time.”

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

[lelezip]

YES CHENLE.. come through for us.. i’ll lie and say you have a stye okay?? 🙏🙂‍↕️

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chenle “helping” you get a date !!

a/n: i love writing him like an ass hehehehe😋

[lelezip]

yk what HELLL yeah. i’d do the same exact thing… 😇

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finding jaemin’s “mystery kisser” !!

a/n: (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶) <- us core

[lelezip]

grown man but i still love calling him my cutie aegi pie

[lelezip]

oh my god oh my god this was so hot.. ikozen i love you. I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS. lord i need him desperately

bound 2 you .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒰ 이민형 ꒱

─── 「🧵」 .✦ wc: 3.6k pairing: mark lee x 𝒻𝑒𝓂 reader

mark has been your best friend since your freshman year of college but when he walked in on you changing in his empty shared room, his view on you changed, fantasizing and getting off to the thought of you with nothing in mind but wanting to make you his.

♡ ᝢ best friends to lovers, soft dom!mark, sub!reader, making out, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral(f. receiving), pet names(baby, pretty girl, good girl, sweetheart, beautiful), praise kink, alcohol usage, mark being possessive, haechan teasing mark, haechan trying to kiss you, angst, fluff, aftercare

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mark has been your best friend since freshman year. he had the pleasure of walking up to you and offering a hand to help when you were putting up posters for a bake sale your sorority was hosting. you tried to argue and say you were fine on your part, but mark wouldn’t leave you alone. he was eager to help you.

you shared laughs together with mark inviting you out to lunch once in a while. your friendship started to blossom soon later, being on late night calls with mark at ungodly hours while later dreading it as you had early classes and mark having ice hockey practice.

there were times you’d come over to mark’s dorm when johnny and haechan weren’t there and it just so happens you came over to the dorm to get ready by mark since his fart house was throwing a party. you were adjusting your bra in the mirror when you heard the door open, snapping your head in the direction of the door. a surprise mark greeted you which later turned into a flustered and apologizing mess, telling you he was sorry for not knocking. something along the lines of ‘didn’t know you were still in the room.’

you could tell after this incident that things somewhat became weird between you and mark. leaving a heavy tension in the air anytime you two were near each other.

“you wanna come over and hang out with me in the dorms? johnny and haechan are here” your best friend said on the other side of the phone

“yea, i have nothing to do right now. i’ll see you there.”

“be safe beautiful.” mark voiced his concerns, ending the call

“be safe beautiful” haechan mocked mark. “when are you actually going to stop being a pussy and ask her out? it doesn’t take rocket science to know you like her.”

he was right. it was very obvious that mark has a crush on you. you just couldn’t see it for yourself. mark would leave signs like giving you more intimate hugs, cuddling with you anytime you came over to the dorm, and the constant pet names he’d call you almost everyday. these signs flew over your head because well.. it’s mark! he’s known to be friendly.

“I’m not being a ‘pussy’ it’s just I don’t know how to ask her out. we’re best friends, but she might turn me away if she knew I had feelings for her.”

“I feel like you’re just doing a horrible job to show that you like her or maybe she’s not catching on.” johnny said while texting you on his phone to find out how far away you are and what you want to eat for dinner.

“buy her flowers, take her on a date, have a picnic with her. show her that you actually like her mark lee!” haechan pointed his fingers in mark’s face.

they were right. leaving signs wasn’t enough. maybe it’s time he’d step it up and make sure you notice.

“i’m here!” you announced to the 3 boys after busting into their room. johnny and haechan ran towards you, almost toppling you onto the floor from their added weight.

the 2 boys let go of you announcing that they’d be getting the food, drinks, and make some popcorn for the movie, leaving you and mark in the room alone.

“hey mark.” you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“hey sweetheart.” he hugged you back, playfully biting the side of your neck causing you to yelp out in a surprised.

“come sit down on the bed with me. I wanna talk to you.”

“what’s this about now mr lee?” you quirked your brows. “don’t tell me you wanna confess your undying love for me.” you slightly laughed.

“no.” mark’s ears started to turn red. “but I want to take you out on a picnic soon. how does that sound? hmm, pretty girl?” mark caressed your cheek while looking into your eyes.

“sounds good mark.” a smile making a way onto your face from his sudden touch. “can’t wait!” you glanced back into mark’s eyes.

“you spoil me too much.”

“there’s no such thing as spoiling you too much beautiful.” mark fingers still continuing to caress your cheek.

mark’s eyes were burning into your face. taking in every ounce of your features and your beautiful lips that were poking out begging for him to kiss them. he subconsciously leaned in closer to your face while keeping his eyes set on your lips. you could feel his breath fanning your face while you also subconsciously leaned in, just an inch away from each other's face.

mark leaned in, pressing his lips on your lips and giving it a few pecks to travel down towards your neck to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck. mark trailed back up to your lips, dipping his tongue into your mouth tasting every crevice. you moaned into the kiss as mark rubbed his hands up and down on your thighs inching closer to your heat. the kiss was desperate. it was as if mark was showing you how much he longed for you. pulling back from the kiss, mark bit your bottom lip, causing you to whine.

“you’re so pretty.” mark continually pecked your lips with his hands resting on your thighs. “my pretty girl.” possessiveness lacing his voice.

you could only hum in response, engrossed in the new wetness that’s formed between your thighs and the kisses from mark not even realizing that you’re about to cross a line with your best friend.

the doorknob to the room twisted making you push off of mark causing you to fall onto the floor with a loud thud as the room door opened.

“woah, what the hell happened?” johnny asked, seeing you with a pained expression on the floor.

“i just fell off the bed.” you gave a reassuring smile to johnny.

“aww, does my baby need me to make it feel all better? come here.” haechan said, walking towards you. before you could even reject his offer you were already wrapped in his embrace with weight on top of you, keeping your body on the floor.

“hyuck get off.” you tried pushing his head away from your face as he was trying to nearly kiss you.

“she said get off dude.” mark grabbed haechan by the collar of his shirt, dragging him away from you. if anything mark thought it wasn’t fair that haechan was able to hug and kiss you very easily and it took him a while to even kiss you just a couple of seconds ago.

“you’ve gotta control your lips hyuck. we don’t know where they’ve been.” johnny said, laughing at haechan’s hurt expression while setting down the pizza, alcohol, juices, and popcorn.

“yea hyuck, keep your lips to yourself. just yesterday you were telling us how you took a shot out some girls ass.” mark made a disgusted face.

“eww gross dude. I can’t believe you were gonna kiss me!” you said scrunching up your face in disgust.

with haechan off of you, you sit next to johnny on the floor with haechan and mark following along, mark taking his seat next to you and haechan sitting on the other side of johnny.

“what do you guys wanna watch?” johnny asked, picking up the remote.

“let’s binge watch all the conjuring movies!” you practically shouted.

both haechan and johnny agreed with no objections.

“absolutely not. i hate horror movies” mark commented.

“it’s 3 vs 1 mark. you lost this one.” johnny said, putting on the movie.

while the movie played you indulged in the food and drinks that johnny and haechan brought. eventually you all made your way into each other's bed due to the floor being uncomfortable to sit on, with you laying down in mark’s bed with your back pressed up on his chest as he’s cuddling you. you didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system or you were just horny because you were aching for mark to slide his hands down your pants.

johnny and haechan were fast asleep, snoring as the movie still played. your eyes still trained on the movie in front of you, but you felt the same wetness form between your thighs from mark rubbing your stomach under your shirt. you were rubbing your legs together and slightly gripping the blanket, mark taking a noticing in your movements.

mark tapped your shoulder from behind to get your attention.

“hmm?”

“you okay? you’re moving around a lot.” concern lacing his voice.

“yea i’m..” you sat up on the bed facing mark. “i’m fine.”

“you do such a horrible job at lying.” mark deadpanned at you. “c'mon. tell me.”

“if i tell you…” you slightly hesitated, your voice barely above a whisper “promise not to make a big deal out of it and we’ll forget about it afterwards?”

“i promise.” mark said, staring at you intensely. he wanted to know what you could be hiding and why you would want him to forget about it.

you stared back still unsure. “pinky promise?”

“yes pinky promise” mark sighed interlocking his pinky with yours.

“when you were rubbing on my stomach… you uhh you know..”

“i what?” the grin that painted his face told you he knew exactly where this was going.

“nothing forget it” you said clearly embarrassed.

“you already pinky promised. you can’t break it. that means you have to tell me.”

you groaned covering your face in your hands. “it felt good.” you said lowly. “when you did that… it felt good.”

silence settled in.

“yeah?” his voice dropped low, laced with something darker. “ it feel good?”you could already hear him smirking.

he saw that you weren’t answering him with your face still in your hands.

mark brought his face closer to your ears. “did it feel sweetheart?” you felt the mattress shift. his hand rubbing up and down on your thighs to draw your attention back to him. I can make you feel really good if that’s what you want if you would like that.”

your breath caught in your throat. silently nodding.

“i need words beautiful.”

“yes” you breathed. “i want it.”

“good.” mark planted kisses on your neck. “be a good girl and keep your pretty moans down unless you want the other to know how good i make you feel.”

pushing you onto your back, mark peels off your shorts and panties in one go, situating himself between your legs with them over his shoulders. he plants kisses on your inner thighs, watching how you squirm and buck your hips wanting to feel his tongue on your sopping wet pussy.

you bucked your hips slightly. “mark….” you whined, your voice trembling from anxiousness.

“hmm?” Mark hummed against your skin.

“please…” You trailed off breathless

“please what?” make teased you. “c’mon baby, use your words.”

“i want it so bad.” you gasped. “please…i’ll be a good girl. i’ll keep quiet”

mark paused, grinning at how desperate you were for him. “that’s what i like to hear.”

he then lowered his head, licking a long stripe of your pussy. “you taste incredible, baby.” mark murmured, lowly.

you were left feeling vulnerable. legs folded tightly to your chest while you tried to quiet your moans, overwhelmed with the stimulation of mark licking from your hole to your clit and sucking on it. “mark!” you squeaked out, threading your fingers in his thick hair while he relentlessly sucked on your clit.

“you’re doing good sweetheart.” he teased, sending shivers down your spine. You looked so beautiful to him—desperately crying out for more as he effortlessly circled your clit. He slipped two fingers inside you, feeling your walls pulse and tighten around him. The only thing that could be heard in the rooms was your quited moans and the sounds of your arousal. “m-mark, i’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” you desperately said in a low voice not to wake up haechan and johnny.

mark curled his fingers just right inside you. “if you want to cum, you have to beg.” mark watched your face contour in pleasure, taking joy in watching you desperately want to cum.

“ooh! pl-please mark. i want to cum so bad.” you cried out, the pleasure becoming too much. your hips bucked uncontrollably against his fingers, a strangled cry tearing from your throat. “go ahead , beautiful.” mark watched through hooded eyes.

“m-mark, I’m gonna—fuck—I’m coming!” The overwhelming pleasure surged through you, your walls clenching down on his fingers as your orgasm shattered through you. mark removed his fingers and flattened his tongue, against your aching hole, drawing out every last shudder, cry and last drop of your essence until you finally slumped back into the bed, utterly wrecked and trembling beneath his touch.

“we’re gonna be late, let’s go!” one of your sorority sisters shouted, tugging your arm as she rushed to the door.

you stumbled down the stairs trying to put on your shoes while also having a red solo cup filled with alcohol in your other hand. “i’m coming. i’m coming!”

ever since what happened with mark, you’ve been avoiding him. even going so far as to not answer any of his texts. it was easier to stay distant than admit the truth: you had feelings for mark. acting on them felt like you would be crossing a line and you didn't want that.

sure mark could get any girl he wants. throughout your whole friendship you’ve seen girls throw themselves at him but he would always politely decline. it never bothered you but when you saw it earlier today after you left class, it left a sour taste in your mouth.

mark was having a conversation with a girl on your way to your next class. she was laughing and so was he. something like this shouldn’t have bothered you, but it did. it felt like swallowing fire.

he caught a glimpse of you mid-laugh, but already saw you walking off.

the frat house wasn’t far. the moment you stepped in it was muggy and thick. the scent of sweat mixed with cheap perfume gave you a headache. music blared in the house as you saw people dancing and grinding on each other.

grabbing one of your sister’s by the hands, you pulled her into the middle of the room to dance. you took a few sips from your cup, but winced grime the burn and realized that you couldn’t just drink straight alcohol.

yelling at your sorority sister over the music. “i’ll be back. i need some juice.” you shook your cup in your hand and pointed behind you in case she couldn’t hear you.

you pushed past many people and made your way into the kitchen and rummaged the fridge for some sort of sugary drink. mostly finding expired or moldy food. “how the hell do they live like this?”

your eyes lit up when you found a bottle of unopened pink lemonade that “perfect!”

before you could unscrew the cap, a voice behind you surprised you.

“came here by yourself?” a guy asked stepping closer to you.

“no.” you didn’t turn around.

“got a boyfriend or anything?”

you continued to pour the juice in your cup without looking up and acknowledging the person in behind you. “no”

“that's such a shame, i couldn’t see how someone as beautiful as you is by yourself.”

“uh huh.” you slowly drank from your cup, already being done with the conversation.

“are you-”

“can’t you take a hint?” a familiar voice rang in your ears.

you froze.

mark.

mark grabbed your wrist, the heat of his skin burned against yours, and dragged you out the kitchen. His grip was firm and tight. “mark slow the hell down.” you pleaded, stumbling behind him but it fell on deaf ears.

mark shoved open his shared dorm room, slamming it behind him and locking it. the sound of the lock clicking left a major silence.

“what’s your problem?” yanking your wrists back from mark’s grasp. the burning sensation leaving your skin. “you can’t drag me to your room and not say anything.”

“you’ve been avoiding me for 2 weeks. no calls, no texts— nothing. what the hell did you expect me to do?”

you folded your arm against your chest to guard yourself. “if that’s all you dragged me in here for then I’m leaving”

turning towards the door and scoffing, mark’s words froze you in place.

“no, why the hell have you been avoiding me? is this about what happened that night?”

the air in the room changed. it was thick and intense. you couldn’t say anything or even how to say it. your throat filled with a burning sensation and the memory you tried to forget came flooding back.

your silence spoke louder.

“can we just forget this?” mark desperately asked. “i miss you, and if forgetting what happened that night is to keep you in my life then I’m willing to do that. i’ll pretend like it didn’t mean anything.”

you pivoted on your heels as anger flowed in your chest. “best friends don’t have heated kisses and explore each other's bodies” you shouted not intending to but, you need him to hear you as much as you needed to admit it.

disappointment arose on mark’s face. “and best friends don’t fantasize about each other, but i do. I have. can’t you tell i like you?”

“you’re right” your voice trembled in nervousness and fear. “maybe we should forget it”

silence hung in the room again.

mark scoffed. “what are you so afraid of?” further pushing you to find out the real reason for distancing yourself from him.

swallowing the thickness in your throat, “i’m afraid of losing what we had. i do feel the same way and i’ve been denying it because… because if everything goes wrong, I don’t know how and what to do to come back from that.”

mark stared at you with glossy eyes for a long time, his chest falling and rising like he was trying to calm himself down. “what if it doesn’t go wrong?” he said quietly. “that night meant something to me. i replay it every single day. not just what we did but how it felt — how you felt.”

“mark…” your voice cracked as you took a breath, still feeling like your lungs were too tight. “I didn’t indeed for that night to happen, but when it did i just wanted to be close to you, even if it was for that moment. but after that… it felt too delicate.”

“and it doesn’t have to be,” he said, inching closer to you. “we’re allowed to want more.”

a laugh surpassed your lips. “wanting more means risking everything.”

“i’m ready to take the risk. i don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t love you.”

you didn’t say anything. eyes burning into mark’s and your chest pounding loudly that you believe mark can surely hear it.

“tell me that you don’t feel the same way and we can push everything under the rug.” mark stared back into your eyes with his thumb rubbing your collar bone.

instead of pulling away, you rested your forehead on his. “i’m not going anywhere, mark lee.”

you closed your eyes and ran your hand on the side of mark’s neck and planted your lips on his. you sighed into the kiss. you missed mark. you missed your best friend. you missed this. for the first time in 2 weeks, the silence didn’t feel like distance.

the kiss deepen, filled with hunger and the ache of not seeing each other for weeks. mark didn’t even need to tell you how desperate he was and how much he missed you, his kisses showed you otherwise.

your finger curled into the band of his sweatpants, while his hands wandered under your shirt. mapping the cure of your spine. every touch sent a spark across your skin.

mark walked you backward towards his bed, lips never leaving yours. as you fell back into the sheets, mark rid himself of his clothes, you also followed and doing the same.

“i missed you so much,” mark said in between kisses, lining himself at the entrance of your pussy. pushing in, mark couldn’t help but whimper at feeling your soft velvet walls. it’s like your pussy didn’t want to let him go and was sucking him in further.

“f-fuck.”you moaned out from feeling very inch, and vein dragged along your sensitive walls. “just like that mark.” mark pushed himself further into you, soon his hips being flushed against yours. the feeling of being stretched made you whine.

the first thrust made you moan out in undeniable pleasure as your toes curled. you sunk your nails into mark’s arms to anchor yourself as he fucked you. it felt amazing. the pleasure you’ve been denying yourself from for so long felt amazing.

mark bit down on his bottom lips, looking at you high in ecstasy as your fucked yourself back on him. mark rubbed your clit while continuing to fuck you. your walls throbbed around him, moans growing louder.

“you’re taking me so well baby.” mark tells you, making your insides flutter. your release was coming near and mark was not letting up on his attack on your clit and fucking you.

“i love you,” you whimpered. “i love you too beautiful.” mark connected his lips back to yours, fucking you thought your orgasm as he felt your your walls tighten around him. causing you to draw mark closer to his release.

keeping the same pace, moments later your legs shake, releasing around him. mark follows after, releasing in you with a groan followed after. your pussy milking him of every last drop, feeling his cum fill you up and coating your walls. you both ride out your orgams. only then until mark pulls out of you, making you whine.

mark pulled you to sit up. “c’mon, let’s go take a shower and get you cleaned up.” planting a soft kiss on your temple and carrying you to the shower.

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[lelezip]

I LOVE MY MIBEAR I HAVE MISSED U. AND HR WONDERFUL WORKS SO SO MUCH. they’re so cute.. so different in their own twisted ways (twisted doesn’t make sense but u get what i mean). AAAAGGHHHH. need 7dream as my classmates i think that will get me thru college easy. EASY WORK (i’ll lie and say that im rlly bad at writing essays when im not).

゛7dream as your group-project mates (but they’re all secretly in love with you) ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

7dream who begged your professor to bend the rules. who whined in unison at nine in the morning, a chorus of misbehaving puppies gathered outside her office, hands clasped, eyes wide with practiced desperation, voices syrupy-sweet and way too charming to be sincere.

“technically, we’re seven,” chenle says with a hopeful smile, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“but spiritually, we’re eight,” haechan adds, expression dead serious.

jaemin leans against the doorframe, spinning a pen between his fingers, a practiced charm in the tilt of his grin “c’mon, prof. it’s just one more person. just her.”

because what are seven boys to do without the sun they orbit around? what is a group-project without the girl who makes even silent brainstorming sessions feel like a slow-burn romance film?

the professor sighs, defeated. then, she agrees. seven pairs of eyes light up like kids on christmas morning.

you walk in minutes later, and they all greet you at once—too brightly, too eagerly—like it was fate, and not manipulation, that brought you to them.

haechan who never actually needed help with the slides but still texted,

urgent URGENT need ur help with the slides jisung’s USELESS PLS COME PLS COME PLS COME

you arrive at the campus cafe, laptop in tow, and spot him immediately by the window—sunlight spilling over his skin like honey. you watch as he plays with the straw of his drink, black thick-rimmed glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he huffs, a mess of black curls ruffled from waiting.

he nearly falls out of his chair when he sees you, jumping up and waving both hands like a man overboard spotting land.

“i got you your favourite,” he beams, cheeks dusted pink from excitement. “i remembered.”

and when you ask where the others are, he dodges the question entirely, tripping over his words, trying to change the topic and distracting you by pointing out every flaw in your powerpoint font choices.

eventually, you let it go, and he settles comfortably again, his hand finding yours—brushing, brushing, then finally staying, fingers laced in silent confession. he tugs on a strand of your hair absentmindedly, plays with the edge of your sweater sleeve like he’s memorising the texture.

your voice falters mid-sentence when he reaches up tenderly, tucking your hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing your cheek. from the corner of your eye, you catch his boba eyes staring at you—soft, stunned, like you’re the most beautiful slide he’s ever seen.

mark & jaemin who “forgot” how to work the prototype.

can you come over to ours? prototype’s being weird. we’re stuck :/

you knock on their dorm door, expecting chaos and wires and last-minute stress. instead, you’re greeted by dimmed lights, the soft glow of their projector, and a pillow fort on the couch like something out of a sleepover movie.

the prototype’s nowhere in sight and jaemin throws a blanket over your lap before you can even start to question them. mark hands you a slice of pizza with a sheepish grin, like everything is normal, like they didn’t just lure you here under false pretenses.

“we figured it out already,” mark says, chuckling into his drink.

“but now we need help figuring out which movie to watch,” jaemin adds, head tilted as he scrolls through endless options, pretending to be focused.

you end up squished between them on the couch, warm and drowsy under the blanket. both boys leaning closer and closer everytime they laugh, their shoulders pressing against yours like clockwork.

mark sneaks glances when you’re not looking—eyes soft, almost shy. jaemin doesn’t even bother hiding it, his gaze never once leaving your face, like the movie is just background noise to the real feature.

jeno who volunteers to edit the report with you late at night, even though he has a baseball game the next morning.

he shows up at your dorm with his laptop, some study materials, and a bag of all your favourite snacks. he opens his laptop but barely uses it, too distracted by the way you chew at your pen cap when you’re thinking. the way your brows furrow when you're focused. the way you hum softly to your music as you work.

and when your mug runs empty, he refills it without you having to ask, the rim still warm from his own touch when he hands it back to you.

“how much did you get done?” you ask, stretching.

he blinks. “...one... word...?”

you burst into laughter, head thrown back, and he grins like he’s just hit a walk-off home run.

renjun who pretends to be annoyed when you make a mistake.

he sighs, dramatic and put-upon. “you’re doing it wrong,” he says, leaning over, hand over yours, voice low and slow as he guides you through the steps, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary.

he rolls his eyes when you mispronounce a theory term, but then repeats it in a tone so soft it practically melts into your skin.

he walks you home when meetings run late, pushing the rest of your friends away and pulls you away with him, muttering something about how he doesn’t trust the others with a pretty girl like you.

you thank him and he grumbles like he’s annoyed, but his scarf is already half-wrapped around your neck, and his hand is already reaching for yours.

“safety measure,” he mumbles, ears bright red as he avoids your eyes.

chenle & jisung who studies with you in the library even when they don’t want to.

chenle who groans the entire time about how unfairly high the project’s weightage is, but still shows up early with snacks he knows you like—because “someone has to make sure you’re fed.”

“you better not skip lunch again,” he warns, poking your arm with a prawn chip. his tone is teasing, but there’s concern in the crease of his brows.

jisung who doesn’t say much, but always choosing to sit beside you instead of his best friend. he opens his book to the same page you’re on and mirrors your reading pace, like working next to you helps the words make more sense.

he offers you one side of his earbuds, hand trembling slightly when your fingers brush. and when you call him cute after catching him startled at the contact, he turns red from collar to ears—denying it immediately, but unable to stop smiling for the next hour.

7dream who, when the project is submitted, are somehow outside your professor’s office again.

not for an extension, not for a grade bump, but to beg, again—politely, desperately—to stay together as a group for the next group-project too.

“we just work really well together,” mark says, a little too quickly.

“yeah,” jeno chimes in, nodding. “great chemistry.”

you glance at them, half-suspicious with the way they’re all grinning so much.

when you leave for your next class, jisung whispers, “i think i’m gonna confess to her after finals.”

“what? no way!” renjun hisses, “i was gonna ask her out!”

“over my dead body,” jaemin hums, already daydreaming about his confession strategy. should he buy you chocolates or flowers? both?

because 7dream may be your classmates, your groupmates, your friends—but they’ve also each written essays stitched onto their hearts. long, rambling, hopelessly romantic essays, each sentence spelling,

i like you, and i hope you never notice how obvious it is.

notes i know i said i was on a mini hiatus but my final-year project is Stressing me out Bad and im in a Rough patch with my groupmates (MY LEADER... BOO...) so i decided to write this to comfort myself #selfindulgent #idgaf #saveayukas did u guys miss me... i missed being on here hahahsh 😿✌️

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[lelezip]

my man forever & always 😓🙁

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[lelezip]

he’s so cute it kills me

jwi D doesn’t know what he’s doing to me actually☺️ he’s so cutie

[lelezip]

that’s all me and my friend have been doing since seeing it it’s too good not to quote 😓🙁 i knew you’d get this lia.

ranking exes with dream | part 3

annas note: AAA feel i didnt do this as good as the other ones but pls enjoy anyway :< hoping to be more active!

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