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dojunie · 1 year

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MISDIAL; LJN [CH 4 TEASER] PICK UP THE PHONE!

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lee jeno x fem!reader

college au

chaptered

slow burn

genre; not-quite-friends to lovers, older brother mark lee, brothers best friend lee jeno, light angst, eventual smut, yn is a menace to society, story/character driven

warnings for this teaser; none

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[a/n] jeno lovers this is for you... thank you all for sticking around through these random long ass hiatus(es?), i promise the full chapter is being worked on and coming soon. here is a longer teaser for your trouble. i love u.

“SO. ARE WE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT?”

It’s 7:38AM, and Jeno has finally driven for long enough that the Palisades building is no longer looming in his rearview mirror. In a perfect world he’d be heading back to his apartment right now to sleep away the next twelve hours of his life— but Jeno’s life has not been perfect since you moved back to Seoul, and he knows even before Donghyuck finishes speaking that the following conversation is going to be unbearable.

The man in the backseat slurps obnoxiously from the thermos he’s got at his lips. “Frankly, I’m a little suspicious that we’re not already talking about it. Because there is like… no chance neither of you have anything to say about all of that.”

“All of what,” Jaemin thankfully asks, nonplussed. “Your sudden closeness with little Jeon?”

Donghyuck scoffs, taking another loud sip from the borrowed bedazzled cup. The contents held within is fresh brewed coffee courtesy of the small Starbucks Jeon Somi’s has on her kitchen counter, and he’s practically perched on top of the center console because he’s leaning so far forward. “No, prick. Don’t even start. All of that being last fucking night. You know,” he prods very pointedly, “At Wooyoung’s?”

For a split second, Jeno’s mind goes completely elsewhere.

Wooyoung’s. The guy was more Jaemin’s friend than his but he’d been invited to the party anyway, initially with a polite promise to swing by for an hour or two before clearing out to avoid the storm rolling in. Then, a few hours later in Mark’s place, you. Wandering into the apartment none the wiser to his presence, lost and squinting into the depths of your phone; and the only thing Jeno can remember from the seconds before you looked up and shut him out again was wondering how the hell he didn’t notice how much you’d changed.

If he was being honest, it's something that's been bothering him since that night at Nabi Bar. Because… you’d always been cute. Ask anybody with eyes. In highschool you were cute enough that sometimes Jeno didn’t quite understand why no one else seemed to be thinking about it as much as he was. Everything you did made him want to pick you up and shake you like a dog with a new toy. But somewhere along the lines, this…shifted.

“What about Wooyoung’s?” Jaemin sighs. “We were there for like, four hours. You’re going to have to be more—”

“You and Y/N,” Donghyuck says unrepentantly, striking right to the heart of his curiosity. “Mark’s birthday up in the woods, the lake house, whatever the fuck happened there. Y/N’s truth or drink question. To be specific.”

Jeno isn’t the best at understanding his own feelings, and he’ll admit that easily. So if he’s being serious about when he first realized something had shifted, when he noticed that something was undeniably different about you— he’d, coincidentally, also have to point a finger towards the weekend they all spent at the lake house. It was the first time he’d seen you in nearly four months. He’d shown up at Mark’s place with the van full of guys and hung out downstairs in the same living room that he used to spend every afternoon screwing around in before college came and whisked them all away, and waited for you and Mark to come down. And— And, he’s not proud of this, but— Well.

Well, when you did eventually reveal yourself, when you finally found his eyes amongst the crowd of his friends perking up at your arrival… he’d kind-of been expecting a bigger reaction.

He’d been working out more, is all. And he’d grown his hair out for the first time since he was a little kid, and had finally grown accustomed to the pokey, itchy world of contacts. He looked different. He felt different. He’d just finished his first year of college and was definitely feeling a little too cool about it. And in highschool you used to look at him like he had done something great for just simply existing— so he’d been ready for you to all but drop when you saw him now— but you’d run your gaze over Jeno for what felt like half a second before turning to Renjun, smiling widely at this new guy like you’d been waiting to meet him and only him.

And he remembers being… confused.

That had been the first clue that something about you (or, maybe, something about him) had changed.

“Na Jaemin. You are absolutely not going to sit here and not explain what the hell she was talking about.”

“It was over a year ago,” Jaemin replies belatedly. The tense beat of silence that followed Donghyuck’s question was nothing to be envied, but Jeno almost instantly preferred that to actually hearing… this. Whatever this is about to be. “And you heard her. There’s nothing to explain. She was getting over someone, I was getting over someone, and like most stupid teenagers do, we did the only thing that came to mind—”

“Okay but you understand that she’s not like most stupid teenagers, right? You hooked up with Mark’s little sister. On his birthday. At his birthday party. Did you have a death wish? Why are you both acting like this isn’t breaking goddamn news?”

“Because it isn’t news,” Jaemin mutters sharply, starting to sound a little agitated. “For a myriad of reasons. Can you please not phrase it like I was trying to seduce the Virgin Mary?”

“I’m not phrasing it like anything! I just… I mean, you’re not seriously going to pretend like this isn’t absolutely insane, right?”

“What about two people hooking up is so insane to you?”

Donghyuck seems flabbergasted by this. “Jaemin. Everything. Everything about it is insane. Because it’s not just two people ‘hooking up’. Of all the people on earth you could have— and trust me, the number of options you have is high, I’ve heard some of the shit the girls on campus say about you— you chose her? The single person on this earth that Mark would flay you alive for even—”

Jaemin snaps his eyes to the rearview mirror, and Donghyuck’s words cut a little short. He’s reached the end of his rope.

“Donghyuck, is Y/N a human being to you?”

A very, very stagnant second passes.

“Or is she just some attachment to Mark, some little doll with no will or power of her own? You realize that this is why she hates being around us so much, right? Why she’s never around in her own apartment? Did you even notice that you’ve only ever said her name once in this whole bullshit conversation? Do you know what you’ve been calling her?”

Jaemin’s question hangs in the air like a physical weight.

Mark’s little sister. That’s what Donghyuck had been mindlessly referring to her as. The realization hits Jeno like a punch— his hand tightens around the steering wheel with immediate guilt; guilt for not even noticing how interchangeably they’d all been using the words in the first place and, much deeper down, knowing that even if Jaemin wasn’t talking to him, Jeno was definitely the worst culprit in the vein of only seeing you as an extension of your brother.

That’s basically what you’d told him on the balcony before you left and took half of his spirit with you.

“Jae... that’s not what I meant,” Donghyuck says, sufficiently scolded. All the gossip-seeking enthusiasm has drained from his voice. Now he just sounds sorry. “You know that’s not what I meant. That’s not how any of us see her.”

“I know that,” Jaemin replies quietly, returning his gaze to the window. “She doesn’t.”

They ride in silence for almost a whole block before Jaemin sighs.

“If you want to know so bad, freak— she found me after I got off the phone with Jurin for the last time. Sometime while you guys were off gathering wood for the campfire.”

For a moment Jeno genuinely doesn’t know what he’s talking about. A millisecond later Donghyuck perks up from the backseat though, and that’s never a good thing.

“At… At the lake house?” he says tentatively.

“At the lake house,” Jaemin nods.

Shit, Jeno thinks. Fuck.

“Y/N found out that she and I broke up, I found out that she was having guy problems of her own, and we basically had compliment-time to make each other feel better. The next time I saw her was when you guys left to go camping and we stayed back. I was watching a movie in the living room and she asked if she could join me because she couldn’t sleep, and— And after that you can put two and two together. That’s it.”

“Prude,” Donghyuck mutters. When Jaemin shoots him another look in the mirror though, he’s the perfect picture of innocence. “—Is what I would have said, if you were talking about any other girl, ha ha. Anyway! Did you guys kiss?”

Jeno's arms tense up so quickly that he almost swerves into oncoming traffic.

“Fucking hell—! Hey! You’ve got precious cargo back here, jackass!”

“Pothole,” Jeno grunts.

He’s lying through his teeth. But it’s the only thing he could think of. There’s no such thing as a pothole out here— they’re in Gangnam, on a main goddamn road, but he can almost feel Jaemin’s eyes on the side of his face, so keeps his eyes sharply forward despite the fact that his ears are no doubt already starting to flush pink from discomfort.

“I’m not telling you that,” Jaemin replies after a second. “Voyeur.”

“What? What type of sense does that make? You two literally fucked on our communal couch, but asking about a kiss is too—”

Even if it feels like every nerve instantly lights ablaze under his skin from this comment, Jeno is much better about controlling his expression this time around. It probably wouldn’t have mattered because in the moment after the words left Donghyuck’s mouth Jaemin whirled around in his seat to pinch him, a sharp grab at his thigh that had the boy yowling in surprise— and then immediately thereafter, agony, because Jaemin’s strength is nothing to sneeze at.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Jaemin hisses. “Firstly, don’t be crass, before I actually pinch you where it hurts. And secondly, not a word of this is leaving this car. Do you understand, Lee Donghyuck? If you tell anybody—”

“Okay, okay!” Donghyuck cries out. “Fuck, do you have razors under your nails?! I think I’m bleeding!”

“If anyone asks me anything about the lake house in the next few days that’s only what's first to come,” Jaemin replies darkly. “I’m serious. You can laugh about it all you want but we all know exactly how Mark is going to react if he finds out, and I’m not interested in playing the odds on whether he ends my life via strangulation or vicious beating.”

Donghyuck mutters to himself, still rubbing at the spot where Jaemin sniped him. He’s thinking of ways to reassure Jaemin, probably. (Or so Jeno hopes, because the younger him could have surely used some reassurance that Mark possibly wouldn’t have tried to kill him where he stood if, back in highschool, he’d ignored your brother's wishes entirely and actually told you how he felt.)

Jeno is probably listening even harder than Jaemin when Donghyuck simply whistles and says, “Remember when we all watched him punch that watermelon in half during spirit week? Back in our senior year, when they were still finding chunks of it a week later in, like, the ceiling rafters and shit? I think my money is on him beating you to death.”

And on that very positive note, Jeno flicked his turn signal on and coasted into the lane that would take them right back to SNU.

[thanks for reading! full chapter coming sooooon ♡]

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neonacity · 2 years

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Blood Red | Ch.2 | Haechan x Reader

Summary: You’re a forensic psychiatrist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

Characters: Haechan, Reader, Jungwoo, Johnny

Warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, alcohol use, smut (protected sex, humping, intoxicated sex). Please, please, please, do not interact if you are a minor]. This work is not meant to romanticize any personality disorders or toxic dynamics. Also, I am not a trained psychologist or medical professional so there might be inconsistencies on some of the scientific things here. Most medical references mentioned, however, are based on a book that I’ve always loved way way back, “The Minds of Billy Milligan” which is based on a true story. This is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

CHAPTER 1

"What exactly are you looking for again?"

You barely looked up from the pile of folders half-covering your face as you heard Jungwoo's voice from behind one of the massive steel cabinets in the room. The place was so badly illuminated—an almost forgotten area in the headquarters where old file cases are stowed away—that you had to squint just to read the small text on the browning pages. You sighed at another useless document you skimmed through and pulled out another folder to read.

"Lee Haechan's criminal history. His case files said that he has been arrested as a minor for juvenile crimes but I feel like there's something lacking," you tried to explain as you went from one page to the next. Jungwoo poked his head from the cabinet he had been rummaging around and frowned at you.

"What do you mean lacking?"

You clicked your tongue in frustration as you closed yet another folder with useless information. Everything in the files are exactly what you've been given already when you started the case, but somehow, you just can't shake the feeling that there's something incredibly important that you are not seeing.

"I don't know. A missing link. My gut feel says I am not seeing the full picture."

Your friend finally stepped away from his corner and went over to where you are, a pile of new documents now gathered in his arms. You didn't need to glance at him to read off the look he is drilling on the top of your head right now as he approached your crowded table.

"Don't you think that… maybe you are reading too much on this? The boy is damaged. A criminal. Maybe there is no missing link and he's just evil?"

You winced internally as you considered that. If you follow regular logic here, what he is saying could exactly be the truth. Your role in this case is not to unravel everything, but to simply try and give the boy a diagnosis. You've already done that, which means your job is almost done, but there is also something about the whole thing that still rubs you differently.

"When I talked to him, Haechan said that Donghyuck only started acting out when he turned eighteen. He only had records of doing minor offenses before, but after coming of age, his crimes escalated. He became violent. It doesn't make sense that someone would do that—even if they have dissociative identity disorder—unless there is a trigger."

"A trigger?"

"Yes. People like him usually have these situations that set them off. For example, the first splintering of his personality happened because of abuse he experienced as a child. The fact that Donghyuck, who has been 'protecting' Haechan since then, started becoming violent means that there must be something that set him off."

Jungwoo was quiet as he thought that over. As the assigned detective in the case, he believes that the two of you have already covered everything, but he is also slowly starting to see where you are coming from. On the other hand, he is also aware that this might be just another fixation for you. After being friends for years, he knows that one of your faults is that you can’t stop yourself from getting at the bottom of something once you've set your mind to it.

"Look, if you want to dig more, I won't stop you. But… make sure that you don't go too far, alright? I’ve personally met the boy a few times, and I'm pretty sure he's not like any you have handled before.”

You gave your friend a thankful smile. Reaching over the table, you wound your fingers with his before giving them a squeeze.

"Thank you, Woo. How about you let me treat you since you decided to spend your weekend with me? Anything you want.”

The man rolled his eyes but stopped as if to consider your offer. Finally, he gave you a small nod as he decided on something.

"You said anything?"

"As long as it doesn’t involve drugs, yes."

"Let's go clubbing tonight then. Nobody goes home until one of us passes out drunk. Deal?"

You hesitated, but only briefly. Personally, you're not someone who is big on partying, but you've been stressed out in the past few days anyway with so many things on your plate. Maybe... this is exactly what you need. With a pointed move, you closed the folder spread out in front of you and slid out of your stool.

"Last man standing books an uber for the drunk one, okay? Let's go. Drinks on me."

******

You've never really been good at keeping promises every time there is alcohol involved.

You made a mental note to text Jungwoo back first thing tomorrow as your phone vibrated for nth time in your purse. Muttering a curse under your breath, you finally stumbled inside the foyer of the apartment after fumbling through the threshold of an unfamiliar doorway. Your head was spinning, but you weren't plastered enough to miss the warmth that circled your hips as you almost fell face first to the floor. Straightening up, you let your bag fall with a dull thud somewhere as you hurried to get out of your heels.

"Bedroom… Where—"

A low chuckle came from behind you in response. Before you could even lose your balance again, you felt a warm breath fan over the back of your neck before lips trailed up and down your sensitive skin there. Goosebumps rose on your skin at the feeling, and your lips parted slightly in a wordless gasp.

"Easy, sweetheart. Turn around. I'll carry you there."

Your world was tipping so bad that you didn't need telling twice. It lacked any grace, but you somehow managed to angle yourself correctly for the stranger to hook his arm behind your knees and lift you bridal style. The walk from the living room was quick, and soon enough you felt the softness of the bed cushion your already burning up form. You slightly rolled your head to the side then, your eyes landing on the man currently standing by the side of the bed, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. His shirt was already discarded on the floor, revealing the hard planes of his lean form that the filtered light from the outside touched. How you got into this situation now with this stranger, you could barely remember anymore, but even in your drunken state, you couldn't fail to notice how the spot between your legs throbbed just by looking at him.

"Like what you're seeing?" His voice was low but teasing when he noticed you gawking at him. Maybe it's the alcohol, but you felt bold enough to look at him straight in the eyes without blushing.

"If we're going to fuck, you need to help me out of this skirt," you said plainly, almost in a matter of fact tone. He laughed in return, and soon enough you felt his big hands go over your hips and peeling your clothing off of you. You let him do the job, using the time instead to run your hands over his smooth skin. You dipped your fingers lower, resting just on the top of his jeans which he merely unbuttoned earlier. The same second he finally removed your skirt, you hooked your fingers on the loop of his belt and pulled him down so that the hardening bulge in his pants pressed directly on your growing wetness. Both of you moaned at the same time—your voice gasping and stuttering while he hissed broken curses—when you hooked your legs around his hips and started rubbing your still clothed wetness against his. The friction of his jeans against your soaked underwear was delicious, and you soon enough felt the start of a tightening knot at the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty girl. Look at you humping against me. You were acting like a prude just an hour ago."

Your retaliation came in the form of a long winded groan, but you did bury your blunt nails into the skin of his back, a move that earned another low hiss from him. As if to punish you, he started rubbing himself harder against you, his hips rutting against yours. You gasped, the action making you close your eyes in pleasure.

"Are you going to cum, baby? Are you going to cum with just this?"

You were on the verge of an orgasm, but your body was craving for more than just simply reaching your peak. You didn't know what it was about tonight that was different, but you were sure it was just not the alcohol that was influencing the almost desperate need that has your core burning. It was almost like there was a part of you that was screaming to get out—a part you could only appease by having someone fill you up right at this moment.

"Fuck me," you whispered almost brokenly, your voice sounding almost alien to your ears. The gaze of the man above you darkened with desire, but his jaw also set as if he's hesitating about something.

"Are you sure? You're drunk."

If this was any other day, you would have found his consideration very gentlemanly. You knew for a fact he wasn't against burying himself in you right now with how hard he feels against you, but you also honestly couldn't care about manners at the moment. All your mind was zoned in was your need to release, something you know you can only reach with him filling you up to the hilt. To prove your point to him, you arched your back and grinded against him harder, a move that made him groan loudly and fall halfway on top of you, his weight supported by his arms on both sides of your head. You stared at him, eyes burning on his face.

"What's your name again?" You whispered as you rubbed your slit against his length. He cursed, but managed to push out an answer between his teeth.

"Johnny."

"Believe me, Johnny. I'm not drunk enough to forget your name tomorrow. Now, can you just fuck me? Because I'm almost there."

The way he looked at you said that you've made your point clear. Jaw tightening, he pushed himself off of you again to reach out for something from his bedside drawer. You were still dizzy, but you managed to prop yourself up as well, hands grabbing and pulling at his pants while he unrolled the condom. His cock finally sprung free on your hand, heavy and hard with pre-cum glistening on his tip. He wasted no time slipping the condom on despite his pants and boxers only shoved halfway down and you temporarily busied yourself by pressing kisses against his chest and leaving marks there. The next seconds that followed had him slipping off your soaked underwear off of you, before turning you around so fast that you fell face first on the mattress as he lifted your bare ass up. You moaned against the covers when he slipped two fingers inside your dripping hole with no warning, scissoring them before pulling out again to spread your wetness all over your pussy lips.

"Shit, you're so wet. You're such a freak."

His words only made heat shoot up from the base of your spine straight to your head. As you managed to prop yourself up by your elbows, you felt his cock finally prod your entrance, the tip slipping between your folds with no resistance at all. Just when you thought he would finally bury himself to the hilt though, he pulled back again before slipping shallowly inside once more.

That continued for a few more moments, during which you would desperately try to push back against him so you could finally feel him in your guts. His grip on your hips stopped you though, his hold tight enough to limit your movements. His shallow thrusts were doing nothing but tease the orgasm that you could still feel at the tip of your tongue, close enough for you to almost tsste. His teasing was making you frustrated by the second, especially with your walls desperate to close in on something as you dipped in and out of the verge of orgasm.

"Can you stop and just—"

Your words were cut off into a scream when he suddenly buried himself balls deep inside of you. Eyes growing round, you collapsed on the bed again at the sheer force of his thrust as you felt him fill you up completely. A low groan rumbled through his chest as your walls finally swallowed him whole, but you barely heard his hiss of pleasure when the cord of tension inside of you finally broke due to the sudden action action alone. You squeezed around his cock like a vice as you rode your orgasm, waves and waves of pleasure rendering you numb for a moment. The feeling of your velvety walls trying to suck him in deeper made Johnny whisper a string of curses behind you, his hips stuttering as he almost collapsed on top of you while you rode out your orgasm. His bare chest pressed against your back as he tried his best not to cum from your walls fluttering around his length alone.

You have barely recovered from your high when your eyes closed again and he finally started thrusting in and out of you. The moment he started moving, you realized just how big he is, his length filling you up so well you could swear he is rearranging your guts. The stretch was almost painful, but the discomfort slowly ebbed away when he finally started pounding into you at a faster pace. He was pistoning you so hard his hipbones rubbed deliciously against the curves of your ass every time he would bury himself balls deep into your aching cunt.

"You're so fucking tight. How are you so tight. When was the last time you got fucked, baby?"

You would have answered, but the pleasure that was running through your veins was so delicious that all you could do was to grab fistfuls of his duvet as you tried to match his pace. Slapping sounds filled the room, and you could feel the wetness from your earlier orgasm trickle down your thighs. Your head is still spinning, and you’re only half aware of the broken words and groans that left your lips as he pounded you at an unforgiving pace. When he angled himself a little lower, you could have sworn you saw stars when the new position finally let him hit that spot deep inside of you that always makes your toes curl.

You must have screamed, because he reached out to cover your mouth with his massive hand afterwards. He pressed his lips against your temple now as his other free hand slipped under you, his fingers moving your bra deftly out of the way so he could tug and play at your hardened nipple. The new angle had him crowding on top of you, his massive body covering yours as he planted his knees deeper on the mattress. His pace have gone brutal, that you almost felt like a ragdoll as his cock hit your sweet spot again and again and again.

"Squeeze around me more, honey. God, I want to ruin you so bad."

Maybe it's the alcohol mixed with the brain-melting pleasure you were feeling, but for a moment there, you thought his voice changed for a second. It sounded a little higher, almost breathy as the words rolled from his tongue. Just the sound of it alone made your walls squeeze around him again so hard he cursed loudly behind you. That was the last trigger he needed to finally lose control, his hips pressing down on you so hard that your legs finally gave way under you, leaving you pressed flat on your stomach on the mattress. Johnny didn’t wait another second to loop his arms under yours, his elbows propped on the bed to lock you under his weight. The new angle let him pummel deeper inside of you, your wetness leaking and ruining his bed covers. Everything was so messy, rough, and primal, that you know it wouldn't take long for you to finally reach your second high of the night.

"...So beautiful. You're so beautiful…"

"Noona."

Your eyes suddenly opened in shock. You were so lost in the heat of the moment, but the word still rang loud and clear to your ears that it broke through the haze of the impending wave of orgasm that you were about to go under. It was in the same voice you thought you heard earlier—the one that absolutely didn't belong to Johnny.

"I'm going to cum. Will you let me cum inside you? I want to do it raw."

No… What is happening…

"Mm… you're so close, too. You're squeezing me so hard. You want it just as much as I do, don’t you?"

You know that voice... But how could he… Why is he here…

"Are you wearing your red lipstick? Turn around. I want to see it when you cum around my cock."

Oh my god. Oh my god.

The last thrust hit the deepest part inside of you so hard that the tight cord in the pit of your stomach finally snapped. A wordless scream was ripped out of you as waves and waves of pleasure crashed against you again, making your whole body shake and your walls lock around the cock still pistoning in and out of you. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn't even notice that you've been turned on your back again, your legs now spread wide open. You were still riding the crest of your orgasm when your gaze–that had almost gone white from your peak–finally focused on the face hovering above you.

"Now, my turn."

It was like the breath was knocked out of you the moment your brain registered what you were seeing. Instead of Johnny, a pair of dark eyes peered at you now from between locks of blood red hair. You froze.

Haechan… No, Donghyuck smirked at you as he made one last thrust to bury himself to the hilt deep inside of you. It must be the shock and the feeling of his cock twitching as it kissed your deepest parts, but the last thing you could remember was his iron grip on your waist as your body was overtaken by pleasure again, before darkness swallowed you.

*****

"Hey. You okay?"

The words traveled slowly from your ears to your brain as your consciousness slowly swam into focus again. You have no idea where you are or how long you've been out, but you groaned softly at the throbbing pain that shot like a needle at the back of your head when you tried to move.

"Easy there. You'll get dizzy."

Your eyes snapped open the same time your brain finally caught up with what was happening. Turning your head to the side, you felt your heart suddenly jump to your throat as you tried to look for the source of the voice. It was like your lungs stopped working for a good few seconds when your gaze finally landed on its owner.

"Joh..nny…"

The man smiled at you with what looked like relief from the other side of the bed. He was clothed, a fact that made you instantly check your own state. A big shirt clung around your form now which is currently half covered by the duvet. You feel warm and dry too… which means he might have cleaned you up as well. The look of confusion on your face must have been so obvious because Johnny chuckled beside you before speaking again.

"You fainted earlier. I would have loved to say it's because I made you feel so good, but I have to partly admit that it might also be because of the alcohol."

"I… fainted…?" You asked slowly as you tried to sift through your thoughts one by one. So Johnny was the one who was there with you all along. Why then did you see what you just saw before you lost consciousness?

"More so collapsed," he answered before a slightly guilty look flashed through his features. "I was honestly worried, thought I pushed you a little too hard. You're not… feeling unwell or hurt anywhere are you?"

You slowly shook your head in answer. Yes, there's a throbbing dull pain at the back of your head, but other than that you feel okay. If anything, the one thing that you would chalk off as concerning is the queasiness in your stomach—though the source of it is not because of the alcohol, at all.

No, it's caused by something much worse. Nothing can wash away the bitter taste in your mouth at the moment, especially after realizing what just happened earlier.

You've hallucinated.

Saw Haechan in your head at such a vulnerable, intimate moment.

The thought of it alone made your stomach turn. You're confused, but most of all you feel disgusted over yourself. Even now, goosebumps are rising in your skin as you try to analyze the why and how of what just ocurred.

"You good?"

You turned to look at Johnny again who was now peering at you with a concerned look. Seeing him made you reel in your emotions temporarily and focus on the situation at hand.

"I'm—yes, I'm okay. Look, I am so sorry for what happened. I didn't mean to stay longer here than I should have. I'll just go pick up my clothes and then I'll—"

"Whoa, wait, it's fine. You're not leaving, especially at this hour."

"But I…"

He smiled.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind you staying for a little bit longer. This might be a casual thing, but that's not a reason for me to not be a gentleman. Besides, I already put your clothes in the wash. You can just stay here until morning."

You would admit, the offer did make you relax a bit. The truth is that you are still shaken by what happened, and you would rather not be alone with your thoughts at least for now. Hesitantly, you gave the man a thankful smile.

"Thank you so much, Johnny, I really appreciate it."

"No problem. You did make my night really interesting anyway. And you do remember ny name," he said with a playful wink. "Why don't you go back to sleep? Your hangover will kill you tomorrow if you stay up more."

"Uh… yeah. I guess I'll try and rest more."

You gave him one last smile of thanks before easing deeper into the covers. It's a little bit strange trying to relax in someone else's bed since you have always preferred not staying the night over for situations like this, but you at least tried to cope by turning on your side, your back on Johnny, to give him his personal space still. He had just settled in too when he spoke again.

"Hey, I know it's not my place to ask this, but can I ask you something if that's okay?

You angled your head a little to show him that you are listening.

"Sure. What is it?"

There was a slight pause before he spoke again.

"Who is Haechan?"

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"Noona!"

You looked up from staring at your hands at the sound of a familiar voice from the doorway. A smiling Haechan half ran, half walked towards you, his eyes dancing as it fixed on your form sitting in the middle of the room. You tried your best to return the gesture as he joined you on the table, his expression clear and open.

In the past few weeks that you've started visiting him more for follow-ups, you've managed to build a different kind of rapport with the boy. You wouldn't exactly call it friendly, but more of a trusting type of connection, at least on his side. Outside of his case files and the fact that you meet in a literal prison, Haechan seems like a normal boy. A little shy at first, but easy-going and even charmingly funny at times when he really relaxes.

One thing that stood out to you, however, is how Donghyuck never seems to resurface during your sessions. You know he is still there because his lawyers and the police still interact with him for interrogations, but ever since the time you first met his counterpart, he has never talked to you again. You never asked why because it is not best practice to tell people with his condition to 'push' personalities out into their consciousness, so you simply assumed that Haechan's growing trust on you was the sole reason behind the behavior.

You have already learned to be more relaxed and casual around the boy, but you flinched ever so slightly now as he sat on the long bench beside you and grabbed your hand. You have tried to push back the unwitting thoughts from last night at the back of your mind on your ride here from Johnny's place, but you still can't help but feel a little awkward now that he is close. It was only thanks to your training that you were able to mask whatever discomfort you are feeling now, your smile remaining plastered on your face as you regarded him.

"Hi, Haechan. Good morning. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm okay. I started doing art therapy yesterday. They said you asked them to let me try it. I enjoyed it a lot! Thanks, noona."

You nodded and gave a slight pat on his hand before you surreptitiously pulled it away from his hold under the guise of writing something in your record.

"That's great. Tell me more about it. What did you enjoy the most while you're doing it?" You asked, your eyes dipped away from his face as you started scrawling on your notes. The boy paused for a bit, thinking over his words.

"I like choosing colors and just blending them together on the canvas. It's very relaxing."

"Oh, are you doing abstract painting?"

He leaned his head slightly to the side in answer.

"I think so? I don't use paintbrushes, just my fingers. I just put whatever color I find pretty on the paper."

"That's very interesting. What are your favorite colors so far?"

"I like the greens and blacks. And the cobalt blue. It reminds me of the sea. And then red… because I remember your lips."

Your hand froze in the middle of writing at what he said. Slowly, you looked up to him as a cold feeling started climbing your arms. The tone of his voice was the same, and you confirmed it was Haechan who was still with you when you finally met his gaze. He still had his easy-going smile on and he looked back at you with that open, friendly gaze of his. If not for his choice of words, you would have thought something had switched.

"I see…" you tried to smile back before tearing your eyes away and focusing once again on your paper. You tried your best to push it back, but something was trying to press against the edge of your consciousness again, like a bird beating its wings against its cage. It was the same feeling that you had last night with Johnny, the sensation of something wanting to escape from somewhere deep inside of you.

“Have you ever tried doing art before? We’ve never talked about your hobbies outside of this place."

“Not… really. I didn’t really have time to do anything for myself before. I was always working odd jobs just to make sure I survive and send money to my mom. I still support her even though I moved away from our home.”

“That’s very nice of you, Haechan,” you said, glancing at him to give him a smile. “Now that you’re here though, would you say you have more time for yourself to… gather your thoughts and focus on yourself?”

His lips tipped upwards as if he found something funny about what you said. “Do I like being here? Noona, it’s a prison. I don’t think my situation is any better. But then again…” he trailed off, his eyes slipping sideways momentarily. For a moment, it almost looked like he was listening to someone behind him. It was quick, and soon enough he was looking back at you, his smile back to normal. “If it means being here stops me from hurting people, then I guess I won’t mind staying here a little bit longer.”

You stared at him, processing that slowly. More and more you could see the awareness in him, which only worked to fan your hope that he could get better. Finally, you smiled back before turning back to your notes.

“That’s great, Haechan. I think we can get this sorted out as long as you want to work on yourself.”

“Mm… Besides, being here makes it easier for me to see you more. Otherwise, you won’t visit me that often. Right... noona?”

The way his tongue rolled over the last word made you freeze again in your seat. It was so swift and so subtle, but there is no denying the change of tone in his voice from the lighter one he used just seconds ago. Just like that, you felt as if ice was injected into your veins, your body reacting as if a switch has been turned on. When you slowly raised your head again to look at him, you felt your heart temporarily stop in your chest.

Donghyuck’s lips slowly tipped into a slight smirk, his eyes burning against your face.

“By the way... I don’t like the smell of your shampoo today. It's very… manly for my taste.”

CHAPTER 3

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A/N: So... it’s my first time writing smut. I’ve always thought it was never one of my strongest suits, and I think that thought was proven just now. I did try though, but this is the most of what my creativity level could take me lol. Anyway, enjoy.

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Broken Melodies: Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-8}

A/n: Welcome back! I don't really have anything to say so let's just get started ay?

Here it iss✨

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

Eunbi's

The next day I woke up feeling healthier and ready to go to college. I took a shower, did my skincare and wore my outfit of the day before going downstairs to eat breakfast with dad and Jaem.

"Where Jaem?" I ask dad as we ate.

"He had to go early for something." he said making my mouth form an o before nodding.

"Okay, oh-dad our class is going on a camping trip." I said as he nodded.

"Jeno and Jaemin told me." he said making me furrow my brows.

"Why would Jeno tell you about it?" I questioned as he chuckled.

"Because he wants you to be there." he said making me shake my head.

"Thank you, because of you two...the gangs have never been more peaceful and friendly with each other." Dad said softly making me smile.

"Dad, I promised I'd do it." I said as he smiled and patted my head.

After finishing my breakfast I went off to college after Renjun and Haechan came to pick me up in Renjun's car.

"No kidding, Lee Jeno did that?" Haechan said as I nodded.

"Yup. He even told me to get well quickly...did something happen yesterday?" I asked them as they thought.

"I don't think so-" Haechan cut himself and gasped as Renjun looked at him before gasping himself.

"What?" I asked as they both stood in front of me and raised their hands, shaking them.

"NOTHING!" They said in unison making me get suspicious as they awkwardly laughed and headed to class.

"Why are they acting so weirdly?" I mumbled and headed to class as well.

"Your camping trip is coming and so is your summer holidays. In fact you'll all be starting your summer holidays after you return from the camping trip sooo, I have prepared an assignment for all of you to do." Professor Cho said making everyone groan and complain when she clapped her hands.

"Now, now! It's a group assignment and don't worry! I've already paired you in to teams of six and seven!" she said enthusiastically making me groan as well.

"When I call your names, one of you come to take your assignments." she said as I waited for my name to be called.

Anyone but Dong Xiaolian. I'm okay with Jeno. Just not Dong Xiaolian.

"Na Eunbi, Jo Yuri, Dong Xiaolian, Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuck, Huang Renjun and Na Jaemin." I felt my world collaspe as I heard Bitch Dong Xiaolian and my brother's names. I don't hate my brother...but with Jeno supposedly liking Xiaolian and Jaemin definitely liking her (idk what he saw in her) they can't be in the same room.

I saw Xiaolian getting up to go get the assignment making my eyes twitch as I hurried and got it before her. I threw her a sarcastic smile as I walked back to my seat.

"Eunbi, we're team mates!" I smiled and hugged Yuri as she sat in her seat which was infront of me.

"I know! I'm happy to have at least one person in the team who's not stupid." I say getting a dissatisfied look from Renjun who was my seat mate.

"Says the said stupid person. I get the highest grades in class." he says proudly before flipping his front hair.

"And Yuri gets second. She's right behind you and I'm right behind her." I say making Yuri laugh as I pushed Renjun.

"Yeah, you're right behind her not me." he said making me speechless as he laughed when Hyuck came and squeezed himself into Renjun's chair.

"Yah! What are you-" Hyuck cut Renjun off by leaning on the desk.

"Guysss, Jeno and Jaemin...there is a really tense air surrounding them and Xiaolian." he said making me whip my head towards them.

Oh no

"Jeno! JENO!" I called for him and for a quick second I could've sworn I saw Xiaolian send me a glare but no one seemed to have noticed so I shrugged.

Jeno groaned and came towards me.

"What?" he said minding his tone.

"Sit! We have to discuss." I said as he turned his head around.

Don't do it.

"Xiaolian...we're gonna discuss about the assignment." my eye twitched at Jeno as Renjun tugged at my hair to bring me out of my trance.

Irritation was evident in my face as everyone sat in a circle.

"The Na's have the same look on their faces! What's wrong?" Hyuck asked while laughing causing both of us to look at each other before looking at Hyuck.

"Mind your own business!" we said in unison making Hyuck raise his hands in defense.

"I'm sorry!" he said as we huffed.

"Sooo, since we're a team we should have a team leader! How about we vote? Everyone gets to vote for two people!" Xiaolian said as I scoffed.

Bitch trying to make everyone choose her.

"Lets start with Jeno! Who wants Jeno to be the leader?" she said cheerfully as she raised her hand.

Not me

"Just me? I thought Eunbi would vote since she's dating Jeno!" she said and looked at me in a semi-shocked, semi-mocking expression.

"Well, I know he's not capable of carrying out the role of team leader for a Literature assignment. He hates the subject." I say as Yuri, Hyuck and Renjun whoop and cheer.

"She has a point." Jeno said as I threw a smug smile at Xiaolian.

"Okay, what about Haechan?" Renjun chuckled as no one raised their hand for him making him sulk.

"Oookay! What about Renjun?" before anyone could speak Renjun raised his hand.

"I'm not interested." he said making me, Yuri and Hyuck hit him.

"Why not?!" we questioned in unison as he waved it off.

"Not. Intetested." he said as we continued.

"Okay! What about me?" she said confidently as I scoffed internally.

I knew Jaemin would definitely raise his hand up but the moment Jeno did a look of pure rage spread through my face as I gave him a long hard pinch on the thigh without anyone's knowledge.

Good thing I decided to wear my pointy nails today.

He winced and looked over to me as I threw him a dirty look.

'What do you think you're doing?' I asked through my eyes as he kept his hand up.

'What I want, any problem?' He retaliated making me gasp as Xiaolian's voice brought us back to reality.

So that's how you wanna play?

"Oh! I'm so sorry Eunbi, I got your boyfriend's vote!" she said, sounding a bit too happy as I gritted my teeth.

"Ya, give me your vote and I'll give you mine during your turn." I whispered to Jaemin who sat beside me as he shrugged.

"I was gonna give it to you anyways, besides, I don't need yours. I'm not interested in playing leader." he whispered as I furrowed my brows at him.

"But you gave yours to Xiaolian." I whispered as he shrugged.

"You can give votes to anyone no matter who you voted for." he said as I smiled and nudged his shoulder.

"Since I have the most votes so far I think its best if I'm the leader." Xiaolian said making me quirk my brows as I stood up.

"There's six of us and you got only two votes, majority didn't vote for you. Besides, Yuri, Jaem and me didn't get our turns." I said as she smiled at me.

"Yuri isn't interested and Jaemin won't get any votes anyways. So there isn't any use for you to contest." she said making me scoff in disbelief as I looked at Yuri and Jaem.

How could she talk about Jaem like that?!

"I wasn't interested anyways...but that doesn't mean my sister can't get a turn. Whether its useful or not she still deserves a chance. So...those who vote for Eunbi to be leader, raise your hands." Jaem said raising his hands as I looked at him, speechless when I felt movement from beside me.

"She has my vote." Renjun said making me widen my eyes as Hyuck and Yuri raised their hands.

"Count us in to!" Yuri said as Hyuck proudly nodded along.

"Yeah!" Hyuck said when I saw Jeno raising his hand as well without looking at me. I turned to look at Jaemin who smirked and stood up as he eyed Xiaolian.

"Eunbi got five votes while you got two...I think we already know who our team leader is...majority wins." he said as he looked at me with a smile.

"But Eunbi's not good in Literature, so I just meant to say that it would be better if I'm the leader since I'm better at Korean Literature." Xiaolian said with a smile making me scoff.

"You're looking at a Korean and Foreign literature topper." I said proudly as I took the file from her.

"Let's begin shall we?"

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Jaemin's

I chuckled as Bi hopped through the street as

we made our way back home. We decided to walk instead so that we could get some stuff before we head home.

"Did you see her face?! Oh-I forgot you like her." she whispered the last part as I ruffled her hair.

"No worries." I said with a slightly monotone voice making her stop and look at me.

"You okay? You've been off since we got paired up." She said as I sighed.

"It's hard to hide your feelings from someone you like." I lied hoping she'd fall for it and it looked like she did as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"You're unbelievable." Bi said and hit my arm as I chuckled. She ran infront to enter the convenience store making me stop in my tracks for a while as my mind drifted off to when I was at class.

"Hey, Xiaolian. Guess we're paired up." I said smiling brightly with an enthusiastic tone.

"Ugh...I'm paired up with both the Na's." she said making my smile falter as I quickly regained my composure and chuckled.

"What's wrong with being around Na's?" I said as she glared at me.

"If Jeno hates the Na's, so do I."

Oh, no. Jaemin's heart has been broken to shards-😭

That's it for this chapter 💖✨

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I hope you liked it! 💖✨

You can find chapter 9 here

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howlsmovingrp · 4 years

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#flickerrp #dev contest #ch: leonidas kim #fc: lee donghyuck

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kyufiber-moved · 5 years

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101 ways to get the girl

member: haechan / nct

genre: fluff, comedy

word count: 1.4k

summary: lee donghyuck is a class clown without a care in the world— so why does he suddenly care about you? (or, in which donghyuck is a little shit but you kinda like it)

playlist: x

a/n: this can be a part 1 if enough people want a part 2 !!! aCK this was so SICKENINGLY cute i was dying the whole time i wrote it uwu. this was based off of this post !

It’s not like Donghyuck liked you. No, nothing like that. You just... always had a leaf in your hair or a smudge on your face, or he was staring at something behind you.

He definitely, absolutely, decidedly, did not have a giant crush on you.

“You sure stare at her a lot for someone who claims not to like her,” His best friend and (simultaneously) worst enemy, Mark, snorts, and Donghyuck is torn out of his trance.

“I wasn’t staring,” he protests, indignant. “I was... examining the room and she happened to interrupt my sightline.”

Mark doesn’t bother to hide the expression of pure skepticism and exasperation on his face and takes another bite of his sandwich.

“You’re gross,” he mutters through a mouthful of turkey, and Donghyuck sends him a scalding glare.

“I’m going to 3rd period,” he huffs.

“Where you’ll stare at her for another hour, no doubt!” Mark calls after him, pieces of lettuce falling from his mouth, and Donghyuck flips him off without hesitation.

Not even 20 minutes later, Donghyuck finds his eyes wandering to your desk of their own accord.

The teacher’s voice becomes white noise as his eyes study you, from the strands of hair sticking up at the top of your head, or the way your sleeves are a little too long for your arms, and you keep pushing them back every time you have to write. He wonders if your hair is soft, and how it’d feel if you smiled at him like you smile at your friends— not that he notices, he just happens to catch it.

You always seem to be everywhere he looks.

“Lee Donghyuck!” A sharp voice makes him jump to attention, and he sighs a little when he notices the teacher’s narrowed eyes focused on him.

“Yes, Ma’am?” He raises an eyebrow, preparing to use his notorious class clown snark.

But then—

“Do you plan to stare at Y/n all day, or are you going to join us for the lesson?”

A few classmates giggle. The color drains from his face, and out of the corner of his eye, he catches you turn to look at him.

He stares straight ahead, not daring to spare a look in your direction.

There’s a moment of silence, during which Donghyuck’s head is racing to come up with a response that will make him look less like a lovesick idiot.

“Her hair was sticking up so much, I was just wondering if she’d touched a static ball or something.” is what comes out.

You dumbass.

This time, he does glance at you for a moment. Your face has turned bright red, and your hand is abashedly smoothing down the strands on the top of your head.

The teacher lets out a loud sigh and turns back around to face the whiteboard. “Please pay attention to the lesson from now on, Mr. Lee.”

Donghyuck spares one more glance in your direction, and your head has lowered considerably— in embarrassment, probably— and he bites his cheek.

When was it? When did you change from being Y/n, one of the girls in his class, to Y/n, the class vice president that sits at desk 14.

He leans his head back against the chipped paint of the wall as students from Mrs. Tanaka’s 4th period spill out of the classroom door.

He’s waiting for an oversized pastel pink sweater and staticky brown hair—

“There you are,” he murmurs, reaching out a hand and pulling your head towards him out of the stream of students.

“Ah— what the f—” You cut yourself off when you catch sight of him. “Oh, it’s you.”

“You don’t sound excited to see me, VP.”

“I’m always excited to see the boy that humiliates me in front of 35 people,” you retort, sniffing. “Can I help you with something?”

“First you should worry about getting some anti-static conditioner—” (You shoot him a fierce glare, and he isn’t sure if the red on your cheeks is from embarrassment, anger, or a mixture of both). “I’m just kidding! I’m kidding.”

“Seriously, what?”

“Are Dumb and Dumber walking you home today?”

“You mean Jaemin and Jeno? They have names. And no, they’re both busy with soccer practice today.”

He sniffs airily, casting a glance above your head.

“Hm... Aren’t they worried about the flasher?” Donghyuck raises an eyebrow.

“The... flasher?”

“You haven’t heard? There’s a flasher around this neighborhood... Apparently, he’s targeting high school girls. Shame, really.” He tries not to burst into laughter at the look on your face. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

“Wait—!” Your hand darts out to catch hold of his wrist, and sparks jolt all the way up his arm. “Wait.”

“Hm?”

Your mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again. You glance at the ground, eyebrows furrowed, and fingers still grasping his arm.

“By any chance... do you want me to walk you home?” Donghyuck questions, feigning innocent surprise.

“No!” you retort a little too quickly.

“Then why are you still holding my wrist?”

You glance down in surprise, and then a small whine escapes your lips. “Okay, yes. Fine. Walk me home.”

He pretends to think for a moment, sucking in a breath. “Hm... I’m going to need a little more than that.”

“Please, walk me home.”

He smiles a little too smugly. “With a cherry on top?”

“I’ll kill you.” You fix him with an un-amused expression and whirl around, marching in the other direction.

Almost instantly, his confident facade melts into the image of a lovesick schoolboy, staring after you as you walk away.

“You’re disgusting~” Mark sing-songs as he walks past, dodging a smack from Donghyuck, who then sprints to catch up with you.

“So, like, serious question. Do you actually need hair-care advice?”

“Shut up.”

“—because I’m telling you, my hair is really soft. Feel it,”

“Not a chance.”

“C’mon, feel it!”

“I’m not touching your hair!”

“You know, on second thought, maybe you shouldn’t touch it. I might catch your static touch or something,”

You whirl around, glowering at him, and he returns it with a grin.

“Oh my God, is that the flasher?” he gasps dramatically, and you turn at light-speed, fear practically making your hair stand straight up.

“Where? Where?”

“I’m just kidding,” he snickers, and you punch him in the arm, and then march a few feet ahead.

“I don’t know why I even agreed to this,” you grumble, loud enough so he can hear.

“Ou~ch,” he calls out. “I’m here out of the kindness of my heart, y’know?”

You huff loudly. “As if. You probably just wanted to terrorize me because you were bored.”

He jogs a few steps forward to fall in step with you.

“Actually— wait, is that...?”

“What?” you ask, still focusing your gaze forward.

“I think that’s actually the flasher,” he finishes, voice lowering a bit.

You scoff. “I’m not falling for that again,”

“No, seriously—”

“Donghyuck, do you think I’m st—”

At that moment, the barefoot man with a scruffy beard and tan trenchcoat starts to run at you, and as you turn to look, he goes to open his coat.

Just in time, Donghyuck jumps in front of you, spinning you around into his chest and shielding you.

“Fuck off, dude!” He yells over his shoulder at the man, who sprints off as quickly as he came, and then turns back to you.

He freezes.

His arms are curled around your waist, your hands on his chest, and your bodies inches apart. Your eyes slowly rise to meet his through some stray strands of hair, and he feels heat creeping up his neck.

Jumping back, he rubs the back of his neck and mumbles: “See, I told you. Ahem.”

You cough, looking away, and then the two of you continue the walk to your house in a thick, awkward silence.

Once you reach your house, you unlatch the gate, but before you go in, you swing around.

Donghyuck blinks.

“Um... Thank you.”

He dips his head sheepishly. “Anyone would’ve done it.”

“No, thank you for offering to walk me home.”

“I didn’t offer!” he passes it off, a small laugh escaping his lips. “You begged—”

“Hyuck,”

His cheeks tint pink at the nickname. “Yeah?”

You take a small step forward, lift onto your tiptoes, and press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,”

His whole face is bright red suddenly, and you bite your lip, smiling at the sidewalk beneath your feet.

After shooting him one last shy glance, you disappear inside the gate.

And Donghyuck would never tell anyone, but he blushed the whole way home.

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kpopfic-recs · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee, Undisclosed Relationship(s) Characters: Mark Lee (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, NCT Ensemble Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Loss of Virginity, Emotional Constipation, Fluff and Humor, Misunderstandings, Flashbacks Summary:

“You’ve obviously thought about it if it’s on your list,” Jaemin says, stirring his bibimbap after squeezing an obscene amount of gochujang on it. “Which by the way is a worryingly short list. Like you’d take a bullet for Donghyuck? You’d sit through his gazillionth rewatch of the Twilight series? But you wouldn’t fuck him?”

(Or: Donghyuck asks his best friend Mark to take his virginity. Feelings ensue.)

(Not my work, simply sharing as a recommendation. All credit goes to the original author)

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babykyunbun · 5 years

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{~💋-smut~🍒-suggestive~🍦-fluff~⛈-angst~⭐️-requested~🌻-series~}

REQUESTS:OPEN

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~TAEIL~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

9:32 PM⛈🌼

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~JOHNNY~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

Tired snuggles and belly rubs|| Johnny suh🍦 🌼

8:02 AM🍦

8:44 pm🍦🌼

Strange Things||Johnny suh

Chapters: preview|| ch.1||ch.2||

Nightmares||Johnny Suh⛈🍦⭐️🌼🖤

SINS|| Johnny Suh + Kim Doyoung + Jung Jaehyun🍒🍦⛈

SINS||PART2|| Johnny Suh + Kim Doyoung + Jung Jaehyun💋🍦⭐️

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~TAEYONG~

-REACTIONS-

nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

11:33PM🍦

3:21 AM🍦💋

Be Quiet||Lee Taeyong and Jung Jaehyun 💋🍦⭐️

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~YUTA~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

Your Lips||Nakamoto Yuta🍒🍦⭐️

Your smile||Nakamoto Yuta🍒🍦🌼

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~DOYOUNG~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

SINS|| Kim Doyoung + Johnny Suh + Jung Jaehyun 🍒🍦⛈

SINS||PART 2|| Kim Doyoung + Johnny Suh + Jung Jaehyun 💋🍦⭐️

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~JAEHYUN~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

Good little girl || Jung Jaehyun💋

9:08PM💋🍦🌼

Be Quiet|| Jung Jaehyun and Lee Taeyong💋🍦⭐️

SINS||Jung Jaehyun + Johnny Suh + Kim Doyoung🍒🍦⛈

SINS||PART2||Jung Jaehyun + Johnny Suh + Kim Doyoung 💋🍦⭐️

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~JUNGWOO~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

Our Firsts||Kim Jungwoo 💋🍦⭐️

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~MARK~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

A Big Softie||Mark Lee🍦💋

Smutty thoughts||mark lee💋

10:03 PM🍒🌼

HandJob and Thighs||Mark Lee💋🍦⭐️

9:56 PM🍒🍦

× ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+

~HAECHAN~

-REACTIONS-

Nothing yet

-IMAGINES-

Late Night Oral||Lee Donghyuck 💋🍦

#nct imagines #nct fluff #nct smut #nct kpop #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #nct #kpop #nct fanfic #nct soft hours #nct hard hours

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atinyjules · 7 months

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Broken Melodies : Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-2}

A/n: Congratulations! You made it to chapter 2! And don't worry guys, they'll definitely meet in this chapter✨

Soo here it iss~

The mini - masterlist for this series is here

It was finally Eunbi's first day of college and well she was READY! After having breakfast she gave her dad a hug.

"Be safe, be careful and have fun." her father told her as she nodded, excited.

"Yes, dad! Anddd don't worry...I won't get into any fights or quarrels and I most definitely won't cause any trouble." she said as her father chuckled and patted her cheek.

"I know you won't, now go have fun." he said as she nodded and left.

"Byeee~" Eunbi exclaimed for everyone in the house to hear as she made her way to the car.

Eunbi's

"Have fun, Miss Eunbi, I'll be here to get you as soon as class ends." mr. Choi my driver said as I thanked him and got off.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed and stood in front of the gate, marvelling at the scale and grandeur of the institute.

"Neo Culture University...hm...not bad." I mumbled to myself as I entered the campus and searched for my class. I frowned to myself when I failed to find my class and looked around for help. I saw a rather cherrful looking boy walk towards my direction so I reached out to him.

"Heyy...I'm new here and I can't seem to find my class. Could you please help me?" I requested as he smiled and took the paper from my hand.

"Of course! Uhh....3-A...3A?! That's my class!" he exclaimed making me widen my eyes as we shook our hands.

"That's great! I'm Eunbi!" I introduced myself as he happily shook my hand.

"My name is Lee Donghyuck but people call me Haechan. You can call me Donghyuck or Hyuck or even Haechan...it's your wish." he said making me smile as I nod.

"Well okay Hyuck! Take me to class!" I say as he pulls me by my arm.

"You know, we have a lot of things in common. I'm amazingly handsome and you're amazingly pretty. I like leather, you seem to like leather...I mean...you do right? Like you're wearing a leather jacket." he says making me laugh as I nod.

"Yup, I love leather." I say as we high five.

"You know...your last name is awfully similar to my classmate." Hyuck said making me chuckle.

"Na Jaemin?" I say as he nods.

"How do you know him?" he asks.

"He's my elder brother of course." I say as he gasps.

"Finally! Someone who can defend me from his wrath." he says as I furrow my brows.

"Defend? Why?" I ask as he wipes away fake tears.

"He...he uses me as his punching bag." he says making me widen my eyes as I patted his back.

"Oh my Goshh...he does that?!? I am sooo sorry!" I apologize as he holds my hands.

"It's alright." he says as I help him up.

After we reach the classroom our homeroom teacher arrives to see me.

"Thank goodness you found your way here, Eunbi. I'm Professor Cho and I'll be your homeroom teacher." she introduces herself as I bow.

"It's nice to meet you, professor. I'm Na Eunbi." I say as she smiles.

"Now...we don't have any free seats so are you okay with sitting at the back?" she asks as Hyuck gasps.

"Professor...but that's Jeno's seat." Hyuck says as I furrow my brows.

I definitely heard that name before...but where?

"But we don't have a choice. But it's your wish Eunbi...but if you don't want to sit there I can exchange your seat with someone else." She says and I was going to reply when Haechan raised his hand between us.

"Because I'm a good student and a good friend...I shall sacrifice myself." Hyick says making me smile.

"Really?" Me and Professor Cho say in unison as he nods bravely.

"Well, then that's settled. Jeno and Haechan will sit together and Eunbi will sit with Renjun." she says when the door opens.

"I heard my name." a fair boy who was slightly smaller than Hyuck entered.

"Good morning, Renjun. Meet Eunbi, she'll be sitting with you for this semester if you're okay with it." Professor Cho told the boy as I smiled at him.

So he's Renjun

"I don't mind. I'm Huang Renjun." he said bringing his hand forward as I shook it.

"I'm Na Eunbi." I said and he furrowed his brows when Hyuck spoke up.

"She's Jaemin's younger sister." Hyuck saud as he chuckled.

"Explains the sharp eyes." he said making me laugh.

"Good to see the both of you are already making Eunbi feel at home. Way to go, extra points!" she says and walks away.

"Well, you're sitting here then Eunbi." Renjun says motioning to the seat on the last fourth, next to the window.

"Ohh sweet! By the way...who's Jeno?" I ask as Renjun furrows his brows.

"The Devil himself." Hyuck says as Renjun pushes him away.

"Considering you're Jaemin's sister I figured you'd know who he was. But that's okay." Renjun says making me think.

"I don't really know him...I guess its because I didn't study here. I've studied in France ever since middle school and I came back a month ago." I say as Hyuck nods.

"As expected from a family with a big wallet-ouch!" I chuckle when Renjun punches Hyuck's stomach.

"Sorry bout him, he doesn't know how to speak." Renjun says when the door is abruptly opened.

"Who's that?" I whispered and asked Renjun about the buff and strong looking person who just entered.

He looks like a thunder storm.

"Lee Jeno." He replied making my eyes widen.

Tell that to Lee Jeno!

"He's Lee Jeno?!?" I stood up and exclaimed making Hyuck and Renjun widen their eyes as Renjun pulled me back down to sit when Lee Jeno turned to look at me.

"What's your deal?" he said in a low whisper while approaching us as I stood up again.

"You're the one who beat up my brother!" I exclaimed as he raised his brows. Hyuck was quick to hold his arm.

"Yah, yah, yah....jenooo...she's new! She doesn't know anything! Let her off this time!" Hyuck pleaded and I gasped when Jeno pushed him away from his grasp making Hyuck hit the wall

"What the hell is your problem?!" I exclaimed as Renjun pulled me behind him.

"Yah, Jeno have some decency. She's a girl." Renjun warned when Jeno smirked and pushed him away as well.

"Renjun!" I exclaimed and threw a glare at him.

"The hell is your deal?!" I said when he grabbed onto my jacket and pulled me towards him.

Damn he's strong

"Na Eunbi..." He scoffed after reading my name out loud.

"Another Na? You must be kidding me." he said and that's when I decided to the one thing that came to my mind at that moment. Althought I shouldn't have done it I ended up listening to my impulsive thoughts and went for it.

Slap!

Well that was unexpected-💀

Taglist:

That's it for this chapter! Hope y'all are enjoying it so far✨

You can find Chapter 3 here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖✨

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snapchattingnct · 5 years

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Perspective

Ch. 1 / ?

Mark Lee x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: curse words, violence (minor... for now)

Notes: I’ve been meaning to write this mafia au for literal years now. Actual years. Like when I was in other fandoms before I started to stan NCT. But now that I do, I’m glad that my lazy ass didn’t write it until now because NCT fits the concept perfectly. Anyways, it’s my birthday, so I figured that it’s time to post this. Also happiest birthday to our leader Taeyong and @127vevo, who all share the same birthday with me 💚

“Are you ready?” Mark asks you as he buttons up the rest of his cufflinks. Looking into the mirror, he watches your movements in its reflection with interest.

Strapping a gun to your thigh, you quickly readjusted the slit of your dress to keep it well hidden. Then pinning a knife into your intricate updo, you gave him a nod.

Offering you his arm, Mark gives you a curt nod before leading you out of the room. Within your hidden earpiece, you hear Donghyuck’s voice mumble out, “Everyone’s positioned so you’re all set.”

Not bothering to reply back to your twin, you slip you arm through Mark’s. Putting on your best smile, you told him. “Alright, let’s go.”

Upon leaving the comfort and security of the private suite, Mark leaned in close to your ear. Whispers barely audible to anyone but between the two of you, you listened intently to his plan of action for the night. You had heard the rundown of the plans for the night plenty of times now, that you were sure that you had it memorized word by word. The plan was simple, honestly. Get Mark in and out of the meeting as fast as possible with little or no commotion. The less attention they drew the better.

As the two of you drew closer to the ballroom that held the main event for the night, Mark daringly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

Eyes narrowing, you push his hand to the side. “Can you not, Mark?”

Smiling that dazzling smile of his, Mark shrugged his shoulders, before offering his arm to you yet again. “What? Your hair wasn’t in its place, I had to fix it.”

“Sure it wasn’t. It’s not like I didn’t use a whole bottle of hairspray to keep it in place in the first place.” You mumble with a scowl set on your lips as you looped your arm through his again.

When the doorman moved to open the door, Mark nudged your lower back, reminding you to whip the frown off your face. “Now, smile. It’s showtime.”

And showtime it was.

The ballroom was decorated to the nines, oozing from top to bottom in luxury. Ceiling high chandeliers made everything glisten under its bright lights as gold accessories were scattered throughout the room. Rightfully placed in such a glorious place were the city’s best and finest; men dressed in their custom made Armani suits and women flowing around in their runaway worthy dresses.

With a smile plastering itself onto your face, you follow Mark’s lead as he went around greeting a few public business partners. Each time any of the men had anything to inquire you about, you simply nodded politely and allowed Mark to speak on your behalf. And that’s how it’s always was. You were here as his bodyguard, never his plus one. But it was just easier to play the role of his plus one in situations as such. Less to explain to the prying eyes.

Once the conversations around you began to get too boring to listen to, you surveyed the room, calculating all of the potential exits and escape routes. If you had remembered correctly, you remembered counting a total of four exits on the blueprint of the room; one in the front, one in the back, two on the sides. As you eyes ran the perimeter of the room, you made eye contact with your older brother, Donghyuck, who was casually flirting up a storm with a random girl. Rolling your eyes, you weren’t too surprised that he couldn’t keep his playboy acts on the down low even in guarding situations at this. Moving on from his figure, you spotted Jeno, Renjun, and Jaemin not too far away, sipping on their flasks of expensive champagne. Chenle and Jisung were a bit too young to join in on events as these, so they helped from behind the scenes.

Speaking of the little devils, their voices mashed together in a bunch of high pitched exclaims, more so Chenle’s, as they tried to get the crew’s attention.

Wincing at the loud volume, you tugged on Mark’s arm slightly. Subtly touching your left earring as a signal, you watched as Mark politely excused himself from the conversation that he was in the middle of. Walking with you to the side of the room, Mark took a flute of champagne from a passing server.

Once the two of you were out of the public’s eyes and ears, you talked into the ear piece, “Alright, what’s with all the commotion?”

At this, Mark rose an eyebrow at you over the rim of his champagne glass. Then tapping at his watch, he tilted his head over to the exit.

Nodding in understanding, you asked the younger boys, “The meeting is about to begin soon. Is everything set in place?”

“Yeah, everything’s in place. You can leave through the side doors, no one will notice. The hallways are clear too. All of the ballroom workers are coming through the front side of the room, so you shouldn’t encounter anyone on the way there. Donghyuck will be close behind you at all times, just in case anything happens.”

The air was stiff and the silence was overwhelming when you entered the room together with Mark. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you and following your every move. As Mark took a seat at the table with the others, you took your stance behind him, matching the position of the other bodyguards in the room.

The silence continued on even after Mark had taken his place. The other leaders simply stared at each other with cold eyes and frowns on their faces. This went on for one minute, then another, and then another. When no one took the initiative to start the conversation, Mark cleared his throat loudly. “Are we going to start or are we going to just sit around all day, staring at each other like a bunch of shy school girls?” He joked.

With a tone as cold as ice, one of the leaders spoke up. “I believe that we have made it distinctively clear that women were not allowed to listen in on our meetings.”

Upon hearing this, you could barely hold back the scoff that was threatening to fall from you lips. But you did, because it wouldn’t have been wise if you didn’t. Instead, you settle for a subtle raise of your eyebrow.

“To my understanding, that rule was meant for significant others, mistresses, or flings.” Mark commented. “As far as I’m concerned, that was never the case with guards.”

“Regardless, women are not allowed to listen in on our conversations. It is not of their concern to know about the things that we are about to discuss.”

“Then the same could be said about your own guards.” Mark pointed out as he clasped his fingers together underneath his chin. Nodding his head towards all the other bodyguards, “They’re not supposed to listen in on this conversation either. Yet here they are, listening to us arguing about who should be in the room and who shouldn’t be.”

Voice escalating in anger, one of the other leaders argued back, “That’s because they’ve sworn to an oath of secrecy and they are here for our own protection.”

“Then I rest my case.” Mark countered with a winning smile. “My bodyguard here is also sworn to secrecy and is here for my own protection.”

“But she is a female.”

Unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Mark scoffed at the man’s idoitic comment. “What the hell does the gender have anything to do with being a guard.”

“She can not be trusted and her skills are not qualified.”

The moment those words left his lips, the guard standing behind him sprang forward, aiming for Mark. But faster than the speed of light, you shoved Mark behind you. Before the guard could even come close to Mark, you yanked your hidden pocket knife from your styled up-do. Then pulling him down by his tie, you pinned him to the table, the knife making a tear in his silk, black tie.

All around you, the men’s eyes were wide open as their own bodyguards stepped up to shield them. The air was constricting as they stared at you and the struggling bodyguard pinned to the table.

Breaking up the tense atmosphere, Mark let out a chuckle. Motioning you to free the guard, he said, “Yeah, I think my guard is perfectly qualified. Thank you for your concern.”

#nct #ncitynetwork #mark lee #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #mark #nct mark #nct mafia au #mark lee mafia au #nct mark fic #mark lee fic #nct fic #nct scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop fic #fics #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios

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tako-yutaki · 6 years

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Dream Team (Ch 1/ - )

Summer has just ended and Donghyuck was so excited to return to school and see all of his best friends again. He had been away with his grandpa, accompanying him on business trips during the summer to learn the ins and outs of the family business and hadn’t seen his friends ever since summer break started. He put his phone aside after checking the stock market numbers before closing his eyes and going into a deep slumber.

“Shut up Jaemin, oh my god. That’s hilarious!” Jeno laughed as the boys sat around the common room table, laughing about something Jaemin had just said.

The “dream team” as they liked to call themselves consisted of Mark, Donghyuck, Jaemin and Jeno. However, influence and power over the nation had brought them close to two younger boys, Renjun and Chenle. The younger ones usually did their own thing but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to take step back and behave like they were older than 14.

“You’re here!” Donghyuck exclaimed and ran up towards the table, “just like always!”

“So I said, you mess with me, you mess with my crew so don’t mess with me,” Jaemin continued as if they hadn’t heard Donghyuck screaming.

“Hey guys it’s me. I am back from vacation!” Donghyuck said once again, announcing himself, “I was with my grandpa all summer, remember!”

“Uh oh, it’s time to get to class everybody,” Mark announced, looking at his watch and standing up.

“Hello,” Donghyuck enunciated one more time as the other picked up their bags and left their seats. “Jeno... Jaemin... Mark!” he called each one of them as they brushed past him not even looking, “can’t you see me?”

Just like that, the sun rose and the alarm next to Donghyuck’s bed rang waking him up from his dream world.

“Young master, it’s time to wake up,” his butler reported, heading into the room.

“Butler Lee. That was a terrible dream! My friends didn’t remember me.” He sighed, sitting up in his bed and grabbing a glass of water.

“It was only a dream, young master. Your tutor however will be here in just a few minutes,” The butler spoke again, laying out a hoodie and jeans that Donghyuck would change into fast.

“It’s the first day of school. Can’t I be tutored tomorrow?” Donghyuck stretched before getting out of his bed.

“Never too early to be prepared for class,” was the last thing his butler said to him. Butler Lee had seen Donghyuck for most of his life but sometimes he wasn’t sure if butler Lee actually knew him. Many times, the old man just seemed like a robot who kept a check on his activities and for the most part, that was what he was hired for.

Silently, Donghyuck brushed his teeth and changed into the clothes that had been laid out for him and headed into the study.

“Sleepy, aren’t we?” His tutor welcomed the boy as soon as he stepped in.

Donghyuck nodded as he sat down in front of the desk, “Just a little bit.”

“I missed you during the summer Donghyuck. How was the vacation?” The older tried to converse with him to get the sleepiness out.

Once again, the younger sighed, “it was a business trip so not much fun. What was your summer like, Taeil hyung?”

“I didn’t leave the country but it was alright.” He nodded, flipping a math book open, “What’s bothering you Donghyuck? You seem awfully quiet.”

“It’s the first day back to school and I already had a nightmare that none of my friends recognize me at all and I’m just a little saddened by that,” the younger confessed.

Taeil closed the book and scooted his chair closer to Donghyuck, “honey, they haven’t forgotten you. You haven’t changed so much over the summer to be forgotten, yeah you’ve grown a lot in terms of height and handsomeness, but ...” the tutor paused, clearing his throat because he had forgotten the point of the conversation.

“What are you trying to say?” Donghyuck asked.

“What I mean to say is, they remember you. Friendships evolve over time as you grow but true friends adjust and still make time for each other.” He smiled finishing his sentence.

Donghyuck looked down, not satisfied with the response. He sighed for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes before picking up a pencil.

“Hey think about it this way, your family owns half the malls in this country. If they forget you, you can just ban them all from ever being fashionable.” The older laughed and when he saw a smile flash on Donghyuck, he was satisfied enough to start teaching him math. “Let’s review some basic concepts in Math now shall we?”

Donghyuck arrived to his school in his private car about half hour early. His tutoring session had ended faster than expected and thankfully too. He wished this would happen so he could meet and talk to his friends before class.

“Woah look who decided to show up!” Jeno exclaimed as he ran up to Donghyuck and gave him a hug.

The others stood up right away, doing the same thing as Jeno and giving him a hug.

“Hi guys,” he greeted the rest, taking his seat at the table.

“Oh my god! Cute boy at 2 o’clock!” Mark exclaimed while Chenle looked at his wristwatch, “What do you mean 2 o’clock? It’s only like 8.30” he said loudly making Mark facepalm himself.

“Oh he’s cute!” Jaemin exclaimed as Jeno chimed in, “He looks nice.”

Everyone then turned to Donghyuck, wondering what he had to say about the boy in question, “um... he looks like he might be nice and fun to study with.”

“Okay... what’s wrong?” Mark questioned, “That’s definitely not what someone would say.”

Panicked, Donghyuck spoke fast, “What? That’s Park Jisung. It’s his first year in this school. I can’t believe you guys already forgot. You went to his father’s wedding just before school ended. Remember?”

The boys shook their head, “but we can always count on you to remember.” They laughed, standing up so they could head to class.

#dream team au #nct dream #haechan #jaemin #jisung #mark #jeno #chenle #nct #renjun #nct dream au

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