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lyvhie · 1 month

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— perv!dreamies headcanons

nct dream x fem!reader (18+ mdni) a/n: guys is that a hc or a scenario helppp. anywaysss, that's for all of you cuties who filled my asks with perv!dreamies requests after i reblogged a haechan's post about that BUT I'M JUST A READER I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING THIS THING SO SO SO SO PLEASE BE KIND THAT ONE WAS HAAARDDD!!! and sorry for the recent inactivity, i'm kinda having a life crisis again haha... 😓 cw: perv behavior ofc, voyeurism, masturbation, coercion (chenle), kinda somnophilia i guess (renjun), panty stealing (& lmk if i forgot some!)

for many reasons, you were CHENLE's favorite maid. you were an exemplary employee. not only were you punctual, attentive, and skilled in your work, but you also showed a level of obedience that was unmatched by the other maids.

he took notice of it almost immediately. whatever he said or asked, you would always respond like a perfectly trained dog. no matter how trivial or senseless the task, you would always comply without question. you never showed any signs of frustration or hesitation, even when he was intentionally demanding or unreasonable. it was almost uncanny how you would immediately drop whatever you were doing in order to fulfill his every command, no matter how demeaning or time-consuming.

chenle soon discovered the reason behind your obedience. it was a simple explanation – you desperately needed that job. your family's mounting debts hung over your head, leaving you with no choice but to cling fiercely to your only source of money. then, he decided to push your limits just for his own entertainment. he would order you to stand in the corner facing the wall for an hour without moving, rearrange his library alphabetically, dust the ceiling, even though there's no visible dirt or dust.

indeed, you never resisted or questioned any of his demands; you were the epitome of obedience. he ceased his mean streak and shifted his focus to a far more interesting activity: your uniform. he imagined you wearing a much sexier gown, the skirt barely reaching mid-thigh, complemented by a deep neckline that would reveal more of your cleavage.

and chenle was completely right. he loved the sight of you climbing steps with a duster in hand, cleaning a spot that was conveniently out of reach. with your new, skimpier attire, it allowed him a perfect view of your panties. every time you bent over, he couldn't resist sneaking a glimpse of your chest or your ass.

however, that entertainment eventually lost its luster; he craved more than just watching you. it was then that he gently pressed your back against the wall and ground his body against yours, the bulge on his pants rubbing your thighs, peppering kisses along your neck.

you weren't particularly welcoming (that thing of playing hard to get), but he presented you with a choice: you could be a good girl and let him have his fun, and in return, he would even give you a raise; or he could fire you without hesitation.

needless to say what you chose.

your close friend, JAEMIN, who happened to be a talented photographer, had always held you in high regard. since the beginning, he had "admired and respected your unique presence", as he said, seeing you as his primary source of inspiration and even his muse. whenever he approached you with the request to be his model for his photography sessions, he didn't have to work hard to convince you, knowing well that your nature as a people pleaser made it near impossible for you to say no.

initially, the photography sessions appeared normal. you felt a bit out of place, uncertain about what to do with your body and how to pose naturally. you were somewhat stiff, unsure of how to act. jaemin, however, noticed your discomfort and stepped in to help. he reassured you to relax and simply be yourself, advising you not to overthink. from time to time, he gently guided you into various poses, giving constructive feedback to help you loosen up. and it worked, you found yourself getting more relaxed and even feeling proud of yourself as he showered you with compliments.

once jaemin noticed you were becoming more at ease in front of the camera, a mischievous twinkle appeared in his eyes. over time, the clothing options for your photoshoots grew increasingly provocative and sensual.

low-cut dresses and revealing shirts highlighted your cleavage, while miniskirts and tiny shorts barely concealed your underwear. the transition from fully clothed to almost baring it all happened so gradually and naturally that you scarcely noticed. the entire process was efficient and seamless, and by the time you realized it, you were left in your lingerie — that he picked personally —, not having fully grasped the incremental removal of your clothes.

jaemin couldn't believe his luck during each shoot. the images he captured of you had inadvertently become fodder for his… private pleasure. the provocative poses he carefully orchestrated provided him with a treasure trove of material to fuel his fantasies. whether it was admiring your form or imagining scenarios involving you, the photos served his purpose well.

he found himself losing count of the numerous times he'd jerked off to images of you, his restraint wearing thin. the proximity and yet the distance from you that he endured at each shoot became increasingly unbearable. the need to feel your touch, to physically be with you, had reached a breaking point. his thoughts filled with the sweet sounds he longed to draw from your lips, and he realized the urgent necessity to move beyond mere pictures and experience the real thing.

then, the shoots took a drastic turn once the sessions started to delve into a more… intimate territory. now, you posed fully exposed, completely naked, bared before the camera like a blank canvas. you couldn't quite understand how he had managed to persuade you to willingly embrace nudity, considering it was something you'd never thought you could do in your life. however, his prowess with words coupled with your own tendency to give in to them had ultimately led you down this path.

as always, jaemin relished these moments of freedom to touch you, his deft hands roaming over your body with the pretext of adjusting your poses. you, in your shyness, acquiesced to his actions without complaint, allowing him to do as he pleased under the guise of artistic direction.

he would tenderly stroke your thighs, gently spreading them apart, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his eyes feasted on the sight before him, his fingertips brushing against your cunt ever so slightly, eliciting a surprised gasp from your mouth. he would say some bullshit about creating the right atmosphere, a means to help you fully immerse yourself in the art or whatever, while his actions spoke louder than his words.

you didn't even know exactly what to do or think when, suddenly, his warm tongue dove into your pussy. you instinctively attempted to close your legs, only to be held in place by jaemin's sturdy arms, which firmly kept you motionless. he eagerly and desperately lavied your sensitive flesh with his mouth, making you feel like his favorite meal that he couldn't get enough of, as if he had spent days starving and you were the first thing he could lay his hands on.

you were unaware of it, but jaemin had started recording the session since the very beginning. he seemed less interested in still photos, as he carefully recorded every moment — the soft gasps and subtle moans that escaped your lips, the expression of pleasure and wonder that crossed your face. he knew he would have plenty more material to enjoy in the days to come, once this session was done and, if he was even more lucky, you would become his favorite particular porn star.

you know, JISUNG is not intentionally like that, it's just that he becomes uncontrollable when he's around you. you're his first girlfriend, and often, he wonders how he got so lucky to land a hottie like you, because you're the girl he's always dreamed of having.

being his first relationship, he's still learning how to navigate things and isn't quite sure how to express his desires. since it's still early in the relationship, he hesitates to speak up about his wants and doesn't think the time is right yet. as a result, his mind often drifts to imagining... certain scenarios, even during the most innocent of interactions with you.

are you eating ice cream? he can't help but imagine how cute you would look with your soft lips wrapped around his cock as he fucks your throat and watches your eyes fill up with tears. tying your hair to do household chores? you would look so good with his fingers tangled in your locks as he pounded you from behind against the kitchen counter, pressing your face on the cool surface as he listen to your moans. do you need a shoulder massage? he can't help but notice how his large hand can easily encircle your neck, thinking about how this is such a perfect spot to hold onto when he's inside you and how good it will feel.

sigh… at the end of the day, the only thing he ends up fucking is his own fist. and that's exactly what he was doing now, but this time it was different, because you were right there beside him, peacefully sleeping in his bed, making it the first time you stayed over. he was happy because he could finally cuddle and hold you throughout the whole night.

but there was also a problem because he could finally cuddle and hold you throughout the whole night. as soon he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, his hormones were already stirring. the moment you snuggled against him, he could feel his boxers getting too tight for comfort, your ass pressing against his growing bulge in a way that was just too good.

he was both grateful and a bit frustrated that you were already asleep. he wondered what would happen if you were to notice his struggles, but he was the only one who could find relief at the moment. that's what led him to the situation he was in now, secretly-not-so-secretly touching himself right next to you while admiring your tiny, thin pajamas that served as such a nice visual material for him.

the clothes in question was a pair of thin, soft fabric shorts combined with a spaghetti strap top. the shorts were short and snug, leaving very little to the imagination. the thin material seemed almost translucent in certain lights, barely concealing what was underneath. the spaghetti strap top revealed just the right amount of shoulder and cleavage, adding to the overall alluring effect.

he wanted to touch you so bad, to taste you, to feel you around him. he would give anything to fill you up with his cum, stuff you until it was leaking out of your tight pussy, just for him to push it inside you again and make you take everything he has to give you. he arched back, head thrown back in ecstasy, his hips bucking upward as he climaxed and, before he could think properly, he was already shooting ropes of cum all over your sleeping face.

he knew he just did something weird and wrong, and he felt guilty, but… you looked incredibly hot and cute all at once like that. he almost became hard again, but then you started to stir, and he immediately froze. if you woke up right now, how on earth would he explain what he had just done?

he was on the verge of panicking when he noticed you had stopped stirring, still sleeping peacefully. he let out a sigh of relief, but then he quickly remembered a new problem: how exactly was he supposed to clean you up now?

HAECHAN was glad and thankful that god made you dumb, otherwise he would never get the chance to spend so much time with you and be alone in your room so many times, studying together for your exams.

when you approached him for assistance in raising your grades, haechan thought he was dreaming. he pinched himself to make sure it was real, and without thinking twice he accepted your request.

haechan never thought he'd ever be in a girl's house, let alone your room. it was such a pleasant surprise to be there, surrounded by you. every time he was in your room, it almost felt like a paradise to him.

he loved being near you, so close that your scent would fill his nostrils. your shampoo, your perfume, and the strawberry flavored lip gloss on your lips… it was too much for him to bear. he couldn’t keep his gaze away from your cleavage, imagining what it would feel like to bury his face in your chest. or to be between your thighs, he didn't even need to eat you out (though it would be awesome too), just sniffing your sex scent would be enough... damn, he was hard again.

haechan almost missed your words, as you mentioned it was getting late and you had to go home, since you decided to study at haechan's place that day. despite his disappointment that you had to leave so soon, he was also glad, as now he could finally relieve the tightness in his pants.

he quickly opened his closet and grabbed a pair of your panties, the most recent one he had obtained. ever since the study sessions had begun, he made a habit of taking a pair of your panties from either your drawer or laundry basket whenever you left him alone in your room.

haechan wasted no time in pulling down his pants and releasing his throbbing cock, leaking with pre-cum. he rubbed the fluid all over his length as he brought the underwear to his face, pressing it against his nose and breathing deeply, inhaling your delicious scent. a soft moan escaping his lips as his hand began moving in a steady pace, while he slowly and intently breathed in your essence.

his hand moved with an ever-increasing speed, his mind filled with thoughts about you. he was so lost in the moment that he didn't even notice when you suddenly appeared in the doorway of his room, stunned by the view. you didn't mean to catch him like that, you had returned to pick up your keys, which you had left in the living room. however, you heard haechan calling (moaning) out to you from his room and...

he was caught completely off guard when you called his name, and his eyes widened in shock when he realized you were there. as much as he was startled and embarrassed, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. instead, his motions became even more urgent, the expression of slight disgust on your face was an unexpected turn-on to him. being watched like this made him peak faster than usual, bringing your panties to his cock, finishing on it as he always do, coating the cloth with his cum.

well, he can't even tell you that this isn't what it looks like.

as your best friend, RENJUN, always had your best interests at heart. you grew up with very strict parents who controlled your life and limited your experiences, leaving you as a naive adult. you only achieved your freedom when you moved out and shared an apartment with your dear friend, who was the first person to encourage you to leave and offered you unconditional support. he promised to stay by your side no matter what, and the two of you intended to stick together until you could afford separate places of your own.

he wasn't lying about being a safety net for you, just as he always had. he did want to protect you from your crazy parents, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted you to move in with him. now it was just you and him. all alone. the situation seemed like a dream come true for him, and he found himself clinging to you more than ever, enjoying the increased amount of time you spent together.

renjun had always been a touchy person, particularly with you. however, since you started to live together, it seems his touches have increased tenfold, taking advantage of your innocent view.

he seemed way more comfortable touching different parts of your body, always finding some excuse that you believed, as you trusted him and couldn't see any ill intent in his behavior. his hands would caress your belly, occasionally making their way to your ass, and if he felt bold, he even groped your breasts. despite his increasingly intimate touches, you dismissed his behavior as friendly affection. it wasn't that you didn't recognize the sexual undertones in his actions, but rather that you chose not to see them that way with him. you trusted him implicitly, blinding yourself to the true nature of his behavior.

he also developed a habit of sneaking peeks at you showering or changing, making it a regular occurrence. he even went as far as entering your room while you were asleep, getting off beside you and cleaning himself with one of your panties, then he would place the cloth back on your drawer, all so he could see you wearing them when he peeked under your dress the next day, smiling proudly at the thought that you didn’t even know his cum was all over it.

it's not like he really needs to fuck you, although he would love to, but just being close to you, holding you, touching you was enough. for example, when you're cuddling while watching a movie and you fall asleep, he always uses that opportunity to slide his dick between your thighs and fuck them, carefully in not moaning too loudly to not bother your sleep. it's always a nice experience and more than he could ever ask for, but he was sure that soon you would let him bury himself deep inside your pussy, he would make it happen no matter what

MARK's gaze was fixated on the window, shifting between your house and the nearby wall clock. it was a familiar routine now — every night at 8 pm, he waited expectantly, counting down the minutes until the moment you would cross the door to your room.

mark couldn't tell if you were truly unaware of his presence or if you were intentionally putting on a show, but he had to admit that he loved it. since you moved in, this had become an habit that he couldn't break not even if he wanted to. as soon as you turned on the lights, mark's pupils widened with excitement. "finally," he thought, scooting closer to the window and settling into his cushion, his eyes locked onto your every move.

you began the familiar routine by tossing your purse onto your bed, then you took a moment to stretch and untie your hair. but this was just foreplay to the main event — mark's favorite part had begun. it was the moment when the true magic happened. he sat back, ready to take in the spectacle that was unfolding before his eyes.

as your hands lifted the hem of your shirt, a tantalizing reveal of your skin unfurled. mark could already feel his cock stirring inside his pants, his panting breaths becoming more pronounced. he observed the weariness on your face and noticed your deliberate pace. perhaps it was fatigue that slowed your movements, but he didn't mind. it gave him time to appreciate you even more.

he leaned in closer, his eyes devouring every inch of your body as you slowly removed your clothes. each moment was a delicious tease, building up the sensation within him. as soon as his eyes fell upon you in your lingerie, his pupils widened in surprise and desire. the garment was a new addition to your collection — and it was in his favorite color. he couldn't help but wonder if you had purchased it with him specifically in mind. the sight of you in that delicate lace and fabric heightened his arousal, making him ache with want.

his movements were automatic when he pulled down his pants and underwear just enough to free his aching cock, wrapping his hand around it. mark stroke his dick, his gaze remained fixated on you, refusing to move even an inch as he watched you undo the clasp of your bra. his lower lip caught between his teeth when he saw your perfect boobs jiggling softly as you moved around.

his eyes taking in the sight of your upper body, traveling down as you move your hands to reach the waistband of your panties, bending over to pull them down, giving him the chance to look at your ass and how your pretty pussy was being crushed between your thighs. he let out a low hiss through clenched teeth, his hand finding a steady rhythm as his breaths quickened, a soft moan of pleasure escaped his lips. his gaze fixed on you, his brow furrowing in desire. you were so beautiful, so gorgeous, so hot, so, so…. so everything!

it wasn't a want anymore, it was need. he needed you. he needed you so bad. he didn't even know your name, but he knew you were the one who could fulfill his desires.

he let out a disheartened whimper as you reached for your robe, the fabric concealing your lovely form and plunging the room into darkness, robbing him of the sight he yearned to behold. that was his least favorite part. he hated resorting to using his imagination, but in the absence of the real thing, he had no choice.

closing his eyes, he continued his movements, imagining how it would feel to kiss your lips, to make out with you until you gasped for breath. he thought about trailing his mouth down your body, giving your beautiful breasts the attention they so rightly deserve. he would love to have you squirming under him. he would get on his knees, wrap those gorgeous legs of yours around him and feast on you until you were shaking and screming out for more. he just knew you taste good.

he imagined how your voice would sound like when he slide deep inside you, feeling your heat envelop him like a glove. he started to buck his hips up, thrusting into his hand harder, his moans filling his room. he imagined how would it feel to have you clenching around him, how you would cry so prettily when he played with your sensitive bud until you cream his whole lenght. mark felt the familiar tightening of his balls, his entire body tensing until he finally came, smearing the white fluid all over his hand, his mouth open in a silent gasp. panting, he fell back onto the bed, his eyes still closed as he thought about how he couldn't wait for the next night.

after suffering an injury during practice, JENO found himself confined to a hospital bed for a few days of observation. at first, the prospect of spending time in a hospital seemed like the epitome of boredom and jeno was convinced it was the worst thing that could happen to him at the moment. however, that all changed when he met you, his sexy nurse.

suddenly, the hospital stay didn't seem so bad after all.

jeno found himself unable to keep his eyes off you, who frequently attended to him. he noticed the the gentle sway of you hips as you walked, and his eyes couldn't help but roam up and down your form when you bent over to adjust his pillows. whenever you spoke, his mind wandered to thoughts of how your lips would feel against his own.

you were consistently and diligently attentive to his needs, always arriving promptly whenever he rang for assistance. sometimes, he even displayed childish behavior when other nurses came to attend to him, insisting that only you were capable of addressing his concerns.

it didn't escape his notice that you were a relatively new nurse, experiencing your first time on the job. this realization sparked a sly plan in his mind, as he knew you might find it challenging to turn down his requests. he was fully aware of your inexperience, making him eager to push his limits and see how far he could go while you navigated your new role. he was determined to take advantage of the power dynamic, using your hesitation to explore the boundaries of what he could ask for and get away with.

for example, he would often ask for full body massages from you, and the sensation of your delicate hands roaming all over his body would drive him absolutely wild. with unabashed confidence, he'd make sure to vocalize just how much he loved the feel of your touch, complimenting you on your skillful hands and openly expressing his desire to return the favor.

one time, he pretended that his condition was more severe than it truly was, just so that he could have you attend to him during bath time. he, once again, relished the feeling of your hands gently cleaning him from head to toe, watching your shy expression while you attempted to maintain casual conversation, your focus interrupted by the sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips uncontrollably.

one time, after pretending his condition was more severe than it truly was, he got the chance to feel the heavenly sensation of having you run your hands over his body while you washed him. it was a brief but unforgettable experience as he savored every moment of your touch. he was so hard that it was painful. he loved how your shy expression couldn't quite hide your feelings while you tried to keep a casual conversation going, yout words faltering every time a sound of pleasure escaped his lips.

he would never forget the way you looked at him with surprise, shyness, and a hint of embarrassment when he came on your hand with just a few of your innocent touches. your eyes widened slightly and a shy, awkward, subtle smile formed on your lips as you look away briefly, trying to hide your reaction.

it was almost humorous how swiftly you completed the task of bathing him after that incident, as if you were eager to finish the job and move on quickly. in the days that followed, you seemed to make a conscious effort to minimize the time you spent in his room, probably to avoid any awkward or potentially embarrassing encounters.

he couldn't help but notice your attempts to distance yourself after the incident, but he had a plan in mind to fix this: he decided that you simply needed to get used to his requests, just as you had gotten used to fulfilling the other needs he'd asked for. what's more, he was determined to have some form of sexual contact with you before he left the hospital, and he was set on making it happen.

it was indeed a perfect opportunity. he called for you late in the night, knowing you were on the night shift and there would be no disruptions. he wasted no time in making his request clear: he needed you to get him off. he almost couldn't contain his amusement at the look of wide-eyed surprise on your face, quickly dismissing your denials with a simple explanation. he told you how he didn't have the strength to do it himself, how his weakened condition made it difficult for him to take care of himself in that way, how ill he felt, and how he needed release as a man, and that it was your duty as his nurse to help him.

his heart nearly skipped a beat and he felt something like fireworks going off inside his chest when he saw you bite your lower lip and give a small nod of agreement. once again, the hospital stay didn't seem so bad after all.

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weirdkpopgirl · 6 months

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Stealing Kisses | Dream Reaction #14

Reaction: When their gf steals a kiss from them

Genre: Fluff, slight angst in some

Warnings: insecure thoughts, kinda suggestive, light making out in Jaemin's, kissing (obviously lol)

Word Count: ~3.1k

Author's Note: This idea came to me last week I think, and I thought it'd be fun to write. I think you guys like this type of stuff too lol. It was also nice to write something sweet and fluffy, a break from my recent stuff. Hope you all like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I'm currently have a few fics I'm working on. But I'm going to try writing some shorter stories for the members and group things to fill up my second masterlist.

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mark

The two of you were lying side by side on his bed, your gazes fixed on the ceiling. Mark was sharing his late-night thoughts, and you were listening attentively. Nights like these were a regular occurrence, mostly because Mark often had something weighing on his mind. Though it was usually just him recounting his busy day, tonight things seemed to carry a more serious tone.

“Sometimes, I’m just really not satisfied with myself,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Like so many people are relying on me— with the company, 127 and Dream. Then there are the fans too, I don’t want to fail them. But no matter how much time and energy I put in, it’s not enough.”

You carefully processed your boyfriend’s concerns, trying to put yourself in his shoes. It was so easy to say he was just overthinking and shouldn’t worry so much. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, given that you faced similar struggles. Those dismissive words weren’t what either of you needed to hear. Mark was undoubtedly the most hardworking person you knew, but you understood all too well the feeling of never quite doing enough.

Before speaking this time, you opted for a different approach of consolation. You shifted around to gently place your hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. With closed eyes, you leaned in to kiss him softly. Your lips moved slowly against his, hoping he could feel the comfort of your touch. Soon enough, Mark’s hand rested comfortably on your back, reciprocating the affection.

You stifled a light giggle as you pulled away, catching his slightly confused expression. Offering a small smile you used your thumb to caress his cheek reassuringly.

“You’re doing great, Mark,” you whispered sincerely. “You might not think so at times, but I’m always so proud of you.”

And it was those words that caused tears to gloss over Mark’s eyes. Then he was pulling you into a much-needed embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. You could feel the warmth of his smile as he mumbled, “Babe, I love you so much.”

Though you didn’t necessarily need to return the words for him to understand, you still said you loved him too. He deserved it, after all. He deserved every bit of love, understanding, and support. And you were more than willing to give it to him, wholeheartedly.

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renjun

You emerged from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly cut mango in your hand. Renjun was sitting at the table, fully absorbed in the watercolor painting in front of him. Seeing him use the paint set you got for his birthday brought a smile to your face. He was so engrossed in the activity that he almost didn’t hear you sit in the empty chair beside him.

Renjun momentarily glanced up from his artwork to greet you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied quietly, carefully placing the plate of fruit on the table. The two of you shared a smile before his attention was on painting again.

For a moment, you paused to admire the way his focused expression softened his features, making him even more endearing in your eyes. You always found joy in watching your boyfriend immerse himself in the things he loved. Renjun consistently poured his heart and soul into everything he did, and that dedication was one of the many reasons your relationship flourished so beautifully.

After a few minutes passed by of you silently observing the boy, you leaned into place a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush followed.

“What was that for?” he asked, voice laced with curiosity.

You simply shrugged in response before confessing, “Just thought you looked cute.”

Renjun’s soft chuckle was like honey for your ears, and you couldn’t suppress a smile. “Oh is that so?” he teased, amusement twinkling in his eyes even as his gaze softened when he looked at you.

Now it was your turn to feel shy, heat naturally rushing to your face. Without a word, you reached for a slice of mango and lifted it to Renjun’s lips, quietly offering the yellow piece of fruit to him. Lucky for you, his eyes sparkled with fondness as he accepted the treat.

However, he didn’t waste the chance to quickly steal a kiss from your lips, before taking a bite. Your eyes mirrored the surprise he had experienced earlier, and Renjun laughed now the tables had been turned. He savored the sweetness of the mango, just as he savored the sweet moment shared between the two of you.

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jeno

You weren’t exactly expecting to return home to Jeno sprawled across your sofa. It was late at night, and you technically should have been back in your apartment much earlier. However, you got caught up in helping your friend rehearse for an audition and lost track of time. If you had known your boyfriend would be coming, you definitely would’ve gone home sooner.

After quietly removing your shoes and shedding off your jacket, you carefully crossed the room to check the man resting on the couch. He looked so peaceful with his eyes blissfully shut and the pillow he held close to his chest. Yet, you couldn’t help but frown, thinking about how he must’ve been exhausted from work. While he never complained, you usually saw through his facade.

With a barely audible sigh, you fetched a cozy blanket to drape over him and tucked it snugly around his sleeping form. Leaning down, your lips pressed to his forehead and let your lips linger for a moment before pulling away. You straightened up, ready to start your nightly routine before heading to bed yourself. However, you froze when a warm hand tugged at your wrist.

“Don’t go,” he murmured, almost sounding like a child begging his mom not to leave.

The unexpected sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat. “Sorry for waking you up,” you apologized sheepishly, turning back to see him.

He shifted over a bit to give you some space, and you sat down beside him. Without thinking, your hand subconsciously moved to stroke his hair gently. He hummed at the sensation, appreciating any sort of affection from you.

“Don’t apologize. I liked it,” he said softly, leaning further into your touch. “Do you always kiss me when I’m asleep?”

“Sometimes,” you admitted quietly, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

A small pout formed on his lips in response. “You should just kiss me when I’m awake so I can give you one back.”

His words would’ve sounded playful if they hadn’t been spoken in such a sulky tone. But of course, you sort of expected this reaction from Jeno. Chuckling softly, your embarrassment gradually began to melt away.

Moving your hand to caress his face, you casually said, “Well you can give me one now if you’d like.”

With your permission, Jeno happily sat up to pull you closer for a kiss that made your head spin. Nonetheless, it was a tender moment that left you both with silly smiles as you parted. Afterward, you took his hand in yours and suggested you both move to the bedroom so he could sleep more comfortably.

Later, as you cuddled up together in bed, Jeno smiled to himself as he felt a rush of love he felt for you. Even though it was past one a.m., he still found himself falling for you all over again.

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haechan

To say the least, Haechan was a little restless just chilling in his apartment with you. Usually, he liked being at home, especially with your company. But the original plan for today was to have a lovely date at Han River, which was forfeited due to the ongoing thunderstorm outside. He regretted not looking at the weather forecast beforehand.

So to cure his self-proclaimed “boredom,” Haechan proposed the idea of playing the pepero game. At first, you tried to decline, knowing that you’d be signing up for endless teasing and blushing on your part. That didn’t sound very fun to you.

“Oh come on, babe!” he pleaded, shaking the pepero box. “I won’t be annoying this time, promise.”

Knowing he was going to keep whining until you agreed, you reluctantly set aside the book you were using to ignore him. “Ugh, fine. But just this once!” you conceded, holding your pointer finger up as a warning.

Haechan grinned triumphantly as he tore open the bag inside the box to retrieve a Pepero stick. He moved to where you were sitting on the couch and lifted the chocolate-covered treat to your lips, gesturing to open it. With a resigned sigh, you reluctantly complied and took the stick with your teeth. Haechan took hold of the other end, his eyes already sparkling with mischief.

As the two of you started nibbling, Haechan promptly contradicted his earlier promise of not being annoying. His eyes sparkled with mischief when you hesitated after he took the next bite, leaving only a few centimeters left. No matter how often you had been in close proximity with your boyfriend, there was something uniquely captivating about the way his warm tan skin was adorned with scattered moles, and how you could get lost in his deep brown eyes. Seeing those features up close always stirred a weirdly fluttery sensation in your heart.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy already, (Y/n),” he teased, his words slightly muffled by the long biscuit between his teeth. You merely glared at him in response, unwilling to admit how easily you were influenced by him.

To rebel, you decided to make a bold move of your own this time. Despite your racing heart, you seized the opportunity and bit the remaining piece, but not without planting a swift kiss on his lips. Haechan froze for a moment as you pulled away. A laugh escaped when you saw that he was too stunned to speak. Well, that was one way to shut him up.

Feigning innocence, you asked, “That’s what you wanted, am I wrong?”

It didn’t take long for a grin to spread across the boy’s lips. The initial shock of your unexpected kiss was replaced by a look of amusement. In the next moment, his right arm encircled your waist, drawing you close once more. You didn’t even have time to blush before his lips began to explore every exposed inch of your skin.

“You’re so bad for me,” he murmured between kisses, his fingers tangling your hair. “But I love it.”

You giggled, surrendering to the warmth of his affection. Maybe you’d be more inclined to indulge in games with Haechan now, knowing they’d end up like this.

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jaemin

In the solace of his apartment, Jaemin observed you interact with his cats in the living room. Usually, he’d be cooing and snapping a hundred pictures of you and his children. However, he wasn’t very amused at the moment.

Na Jaemin never thought he’d be jealous of his babies until he saw Luke rubbing against your leg and hopping into your lap. Your giggly response and the way you tenderly stroked your fingers through the feline’s soft white hair, certainly didn’t make him feel any better. Although he loved his pets dearly, seeing them snuggle up to you so easily made him feel a bit envious.

“Hmmph, it seems like you’ve become more fond of Luke than your own boyfriend,” he scoffed, not even bothering to hide it.

You looked up, noticing how he was resting his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow propped on the couch’s armrest. His body language fully displayed his discontent, and you tried not to laugh. Rolling your eyes, you returned Luke to his siblings and tugged the collar of Jaemin’s hoodie to pull him in for a sweet kiss.

Any negative feelings dissipated instantly as his heart fluttered at the touch of your lips against his. Warmth spread through him like wildfire. But before he could reciprocate the kiss, you pulled away with a playful glint in your eyes.

“Does that make you happy?” you teased, gently pushing him back to give yourself some space.

Adoration shined over Jaemin’s eyes as he grinned. “Hm, I think another one would make me even happier,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

Before you could even respond this time, Jaemin was already leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent sparks flying between you. One of his hands rested on the nape of your neck, allowing him to press his lips harder against yours, while the other was placed firmly on your waist. Though you were initially caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the kiss, you decided to enjoy this moment of intimacy.

As you melted into each other’s arms, Jaemin was reminded once again of just how amazing it felt to be loved by you. Honestly, if he could have one wish, he’d probably wish to kiss you forever.

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chenle

The steaming pot of oxtail soup stared up at you, and you lowered the heat to let it simmer some more. It was your first time cooking the Chinese soup. But recalling how your mom used to make it when you were younger, figuring it on your own hadn’t been too difficult. Although you were mostly confident in your culinary skills, you still wanted to be sure.

“Lele, can you come here for a sec?” you called out to your boyfriend who was probably playing some mobile game in the living room.

You could hear rustling sounds, and soon the sound of slippers padding against the wooden floor reached your ears. “Smells good babe,” he said, shuffling over to your side.

Something about seeing Chenle waddle into the kitchen, wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood over his messy hair, made your heart strangely beat faster. But instead of ignoring that feeling like you usually did, you decided to act on it this time.

After dipping a spoon in the red broth, you raised the utensil to his mouth. “Taste it for me.”

Chenle complied, allowing you to feed him some of the soup. You tried to suppress a laugh as a smug yet impressed expression appeared on his face. However, before he could give you his feedback, you swiftly leaned in to give him a peck.

The male froze for a moment at your actions. You chuckled softly and hugged his waist, as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His eyes widened in surprise before the corner of his lips curled into a smirk. A part of him wanted to tease you for stepping out of your shy image, but he also found himself enjoying it a little too much.

“Did you like it?” you asked, glancing up at him innocently.

Chenle’s cocky grin widened as he leaned in closer. His eyes twinkled with mischief, as he used his pointer finger to gently tilt your chin upward. “Wait, let me taste it again to just be sure,” he teased.

It didn’t take much for you to understand that he was not talking about the food. You simply smiled as his lips brushed against yours before he went all in. Shivers danced down your spine as you melted into the electrifying kiss. By the time you finally pulled apart, Chenle was smiling like an idiot.

“Hm, that was delicious,” he breathed, earning a playful smack on the shoulder from you. Even though you had started it, his comment was unnecessary in your opinion. Was he trying to kill you?

Trying to recover from your now flustered state, you returned your attention to the brewing pot on the stove. Chenle’s laugh rang through your ears, and then he was squeezing you into a backhug. It was those types of moments that reassured you that being with Chenle could never be boring.

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jisung

Amidst the dark sky, the street lamps cast a soft, golden glow as you walked back to your apartment. Jisung strolled beside you, holding your hand securely. Occasionally, you smiled to yourself, thinking about how tonight had been another lovely date, filled with laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances that spoke volumes without a single word.

As you neared your apartment building, you felt Jisung’s fingers intertwined with yours tighten. A sense of reluctance washed over him, realizing that he wasn’t ready to say goodbye tonight yet. Your presence always brought Jisung a sense of warmth that made him the happiest when you were together. He wanted to experience that just a little while longer.

Pausing in front of your door, your eyes widened when you were pulled into a tight embrace. Jisung seemed clingier than usual this evening, but you honestly couldn’t complain. You returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his waist and letting your nose press against the oversized hoodie he was wearing. The scent of the perfume Renjun recently bought for him filled your senses. It wasn’t bad, you thought to yourself.

“I miss you already,” Jisung murmured, his chin relaxing against your head.

The soft longing in his voice left your heart melting. These were the types of words you expected to read in texts from Jisung. So hearing them in person was even more touching. A smile tugged on your lips and you pulled away slightly to glance around, ensuring there were no cameras around. Once you confirmed there were no prying eyes that might stir trouble for either of you, you reached up on your tiptoes and pressed a quick but passionate kiss to Jisung’s lips.

He blinked in surprise, heat immediately rushing to his cheeks as the unexpected affection registered through his mind. Any kiss from you always made his heart flutter and left him wearing a shy smile. Nonetheless, witnessing the fondness in your eyes as you were blushing too was irresistible for Jisung.

Chuckling he moved his hand to gently pat your head. “Cute.”

You blushed a little at his words and squeezed in one last hug before he reluctantly released you to head inside.

“I love you, Ji,” you said quietly, glancing back one last time to ensure he heard you. He exhaled shakily and said he loved you more.

There was an unspoken sadness shared between you, both feeling the weight of the parting. The two of you were uncertain of when or where you’d meet again. However, you found comfort in the knowledge that the love you had with Jisung was too strong to let too much time pass without seeing each other. In the meantime, you would cherish those precious memories together.

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tinted-skies · 2 years

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my first or last?

Mark `~ first.

He'd be your first and he'd make you feel as if you were his first as well (even if that weren't the case).

He would take you out whenever he found the time to and always ask for permission before kissing you or taking your hand in his... wholesome boy™, would never take you for granted.

You could swear he was the boy you were meant to grow old with but his insecurities would get the best of him. Was he holding you back? Were you with him just because you had no ex to compare him to?

Mark would refrain himself from ever being your last because he believed you deserved someone better than him.

Renjun `~ last.

After too many failed first encounters, you were now 30+ years old, working a random day job with no desire to start a romantic relationship whatsoever.

But unfortunately for you, the moment you decided to give up on love, the universe decided to send you cute coworker!Renjun to prove you that there is still hope after all.

He was kind, sweet and loveable but also very determined - hence why he didn't beat around the bush, asking you on a date quickly after he realised his feelings for you. Cue the start of a beautiful relationship that would last years to come <3

Renjun would be the reason you believe in love again.

Jeno `~ last.

Opposed to Mark, I believe Jeno's insecurity would be towards you (due to rough past relationships) and he'd fear that you wouldn't reciprocate his level of affection. However, after endless reassurance about how you felt for him, he was finally able to let down his guard.

Now you'd spend the rest of your days being followed around by a big baby who wants nothing more than to bear hug you and give you some cookies!!

This may be a weird thing to say, but in my eyes Jeno is a very responsible person when it comes to other people's feelings, so he'd find great joy in taking care of you and making sure you were happy all the time - aka the perfect last.

You and Jeno would have an happily ever after type of love.

Haechan `~ first.

Listen... *sighs*... he's a gemini.

I think Haechan would love to be your first, you might not have been his first but that didn't make things any less exciting for him. He'd have fun showing you new stuff and taking you on little adventures and everything would be so cute and chill but also intense because you'd both be so drawn to each other. But then, one day, he'd probably just get bored of it all.

And it doesn't mean he doesn't love you anymore (because he DOES), but the spark just isn't there anymore and he likes to live life always searching for that spark, you know?

I think it'd depend on the time you'd start dating tho. Maybe there would come a time when he'd want to settle and find a bit of stability, choosing to stay with you, as long as you promised to search for that spark alongside him.

Haechan would be your exciting and passionate first love.

Jaemin `~ last.

Hear me out, if I had to pick any dreamie to write a soulmate!au it would be this man right here. Childhood friends to lovers!au <333

In a perfect life you would have noticed the huge crush Jaemin had had on you all through highschool, and he would have been your first AND last. But due to your density college!Jaemin pushed his feelings aside, blaming it all on the raging hormones puberty came with (LIAR)

Although life sometimes got in the way, the world always seemed to put you two back together, and after years of trying to convince himself he was over you, he finally said "fuck it" and risked it all by confessing his feelings for you.

When you revealed you felt the same way, a weight lift off of his shoulders, feeling dumb for not having talked to you sooner. Little did you know that you'd be with him for the rest of your life, leaving you with plenty of time to make up for it.

Jaemin would love you through thick and thin, he'd want to be your first and last.

Chenle `~ last.

Chenle wouldn't give a shit if he was your first or last, he was living his life and just happened to come across you (and well now he happens to be stuck with you forever 🙃)

He'd be a super chill but also very responsible partner, taking care of your financial bills, possessions, insurances... *insert other economic stuff idk shit about* He'd show his love through little acts of service but would never shy away from an opportunity to shout to the world just how much he loved you.

You'd be a great team. He had always seen relationships as something stable and long-lasting, instead of passionate and intense (contrasting with Mr. Lee Haechan).

Chenle would be the laidback but very caring type of last.

Jisung `~ first.

Let's be honest this boy would be a nervous wreck, and chances are you wouldn't be much better.

Jisung was probably one of those people who'd start a relationship still not knowing exactly who he was and what he wanted. So I believe his first love wouldn't be his last because he needed to grow and find himself.

However, I think if you broke up and later in life found him (and you were both single), he'd be up for another try, basking in the way both of you had grown so much and become more aware and determined.

Jisung would be the one to regret finding you first.

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justalildumpling · 1 year

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moots as nct members

I'm not sure if uve already done this sorry if u have/ don't want to do this

ahh i love love love moot games like this hehe ty for sending this in💗

(i’m realising that a lot of my moots that i mostly interact with are from deobiblr😭 i’ve only tagged ppl who i am certain they stan nct but if i forgot i’m sorry!! this was written at like 3am delusion)

@sungbeam - mark

miss ma’am works herself as much as sm overworks the shit out of mark lee istg😭 TAKE A BREAK MA'AM IT'S OKAY. ok besides from that, i feel like mark is universally a comfort person for everyone in the nct community and beam is literally MY comfort person, my soulmate, my best friend (yes, she's mine. no buts😤) she's so talented at what she does, an absolute sweetheart, she cares so so much about her peers and i rlly just admire her as a person outside of tumblr. i could literally write an essay about how much i love her but i'll save everyone the read😭

@jaeminvore - jaemin

chaos. the both of them. OK BUT besides from that, nics gives off like hot girl energy like jaemin. he's is like woah he's so sexy and he knows it type vibe and nics is the same! i remember first seeing her blog/works and being like girl. im such a fan (and i still am, she's fucking hilarious and amazing) i folded for nics as much as i did for jaemin fr. it's always so fun talking to nics about literally anything from plain old thirsting over korean men to throwing irl ppl off a cliff and like jaemin she makes any scenario so much more enjoyable!!

@polarisjisung - jisung

LOOKLOOKLOOK yes he is her bias BUT the amount of rizz the both of has😭 UHM HELLO ALSO BOTH MAIN DANCER ENERGY nah i folded fr😩 ok but besides that, we all know jisung is the most wholesome bean ever and I JUST WANT TO PROTECT HUA YK?? idk she's such a cool person to talk to and i feel like we just clicked from the first time we met. jisung gives off like ride or die energy and i can def say that hua is the same💗

@winterchimez - xiaojun

THIS ISNT CHEATING ISTG ITS A COINCIDENCE THAT HER BIAS HAPPENS TO BE HIM AS WELL OK????? Both ally and xiaojun are literally the biggest sweethearts and can get along with everybody!! I always thought that xiaojun would be such a great conversationalist and no joke, ally and I got along so well as soon as we met and now we're forever emotional support buddies🥹🤞

@sehunniepot - jungwoo

literal golden retriever energy, like ball of sunshine. the most sociable and friendliest person i’ve met. i literally fell in love with nikki’s personality as soon as we met just like I did for mr kim jungwoo😔😔 I just feel like if I were to be in a room with her, she would be the lighting everyone up like idk how to describe it. She’s just someone that I feel like everyone couldn’t help but adore.

@jaehunnyy - taeyong

I LOVE THESE TWO PPL SO MUCH ALSNFOAFEI ok. i've calmed down. but fr tho like u CANNOT hate both taeyong and chip. LIKE she's literally a beam of positivity and she cares so much for her peers and always checks up on everyone when she can🥺 our bubu is a great leader and residential cutie and i feel like chip fits that to a tea

@wuahae - haechan

something about cat always screamed haechan to me idk why. just her mannerism/texting/talking style. as soon i started talking to her on the deoboyznet chat like i knew she and i were on the same wavelength just like i felt with haechan LMAO cat may seem playful and fun all the time but she's firm when she wants to be and she knows her boundaries/morals/values which is very admirable.

@mosviqu - ten

for some reason bar and ten just makes sense. both insanely talented, sarcastic and has strong opinions which they’re not afraid of expressing. lowkey intimidating to approach at first due to how highly i thought of her work, but was literally the most down to earth, loveliest person ever. I always love when she talks about the process behind her pics because they blow me away every time just like ten’s dancing.

@daegall - renjun

yes. I know it’s literally illegal for me to put anyone else other than lee donghyuck for sunny BUT IDK MAN SHE JUST GIVES OFF RENJUN VIBES!! we all know renjun is like the cutest little ball of sweetness ever and sunny is always so lovely and whenever she gets giddy like i get giddy too😭 and her expression of emotions towards haechan is portrayed thru capitalisations, keyboard smashes and typos which reminded me of renjun's little spits of anger yk??

#dumpling answers🐳#·˚ ༘ 💌 anon #fun times with dumpling 🐳

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ljxlj48 · 2 years

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You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need!

Meant to Be Series

Jaemin X Reader

Genre: toxic relationship

Warnings: mature themes, abusive relationship, toxic behavior

Word Count: 1.4K+

Author’s Note: hello lovelies, I’m back ;) however I’m not gonna be writing nearly as much as before, and I won’t be posting as much as before, but I am gonna be posting again. I want to stress with this series, that these not in any way examples of a healthy relationship. These stories are meant for entertainment purposes only, please don’t go searching for a partner like this. I also want to strongly encourage anyone, with a partner like this, to please seek help. Thank you. nevertheless, hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3

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It was a girls drink free night at this one bar. So you and your friends had agreed to go out and get drunk together, especially since it had been almost 6 months since the last girls night out. You had already told Jaemin of your adventure for tonight. You did your hair, your makeup was set, you wore this skin tight maroon dress, and you felt more confident than you had in a while. It was your night tonight.

You slipped on your heels, spraying some perfume before you exited the room, grabbing your purse. The clock already read 7:57pm, and you was supposed to meet your girls downstairs by 8.

“Where are you going?” Jaemin asked as he came around the corner, catching you before you made it out the door.

“Out with the girls,” you tilted your head a little with a small pout. You told Jaemin about this weeks ago.

“Out where?”

“To that bar on 8th street.”

“Which girls?”

“Jen, and Sammy,”

“You're going to talk shit about me,” Jaemin said with a little smirk, as if it was a joke. You knew better than that though.

“No, I would never,” you tried to convince him with a little pout.

“I’m kidding baby, go have fun,” Jaemin said, coming up next to you, giving you a little peck.

“You sure?” you had to check.

“Yeah, I’ll just be hanging out here looking for a new girlfriend.” Jaemin said walking away, already scrolling through his phone.

“Jaemin, that’s not funny,” you said, placing your bag down, allowing the front door to close, chasing after him. This is the moment where you really fucked up, you should’ve just left. You don’t know why you felt the need to leave on good terms, to ensure he was happy. You should’ve just left.

“No, why shouldn’t I, you're obviously going out to get someone else,” Jaemin reasoned as he dropped down onto the couch.

“That’s not true Jaemin.”

“Yeah, then why are you going out tonight?”

“I’m just going to hang out with Jen and Sammy, we’re having a girls night.”

“You just want an excuse to get wasted and whore yourself out.” Jaemin scoffed.

“That’s not true at all, take it back Jaemin,” you said. His words stung, they hit a nerve.

“It’s the truth,”

“Why are you being like this?” You questioned, not understanding where any of this was coming from.

“Because you’re always out there talking shit about me with your friends, you don’t even care about how I feel,” Jaemin argued back with you, standing from the couch.

“What makes you think I’m talking shit about you in the first place?” Your voice was getting louder unintensionally.

“How you’re friends act,” Jaemin’s voice got louder as well, trying to match yours.

“Oh yeah, how do my friends act?” In Jaemin’s defense, your tone in this moment was very sarcastic, and very disrespectful.

“All your snide comments when I’m around. The side eyeing from them, the whispers that happen whenever I enter the room,” you could see in Jaemin’s face he was frustrated.

“Oh please Jaemin, you need to get over yourself, my friends aren’t like that.”

“Just go already y/n, go find another man to use for whatever you need,” Jaemin said in a snide tone.

“I don’t understand why you’re being like this Jaemin, I was just going out with the girls,” you said, you should’ve just left when you had the chance to.

The rest of the evening was just spent with you and Jaemin arguing back and forth about your friends. When you glanced up at one of the clocks on the wall, it read 9:42pm. You were over an hour late.

Jen: y/n where are you

Sammy: y/n were waiting downstairs

Sammy: are you still coming?

Sammy: we’re still in the lobby waiting for you

Jen: it’s already quarter to nine, we’ll just meet you at the bar

Sammy: girl where are you, its 9:30 already

Sammy: is it Jaemin again?

Sammy: Idk why you’re still with him

You tried to type a response to Sammy and Jen, telling them you weren’t gonna make it.

“Who the hell are you texting now?” Jaemin snapped, seeing on your phone typing away. “Another boyfriend.”

“Jesus Christ Jaemin, I’m just texting the girls back, since I’m not gonna make it to girls night out,” you snapped at Jaemin.

“You’re lying, fucking lying,” Jaemin instigated further.

“What the fuck is your problem, it’s the fucking girls,” you said, throwing your phone at Jaemin for him to check.

Jaemin took your phone, looking over the message, “yeah but look at this shit Sammy is saying, so I was fucking right you were just going out to talk shit about me.”

“Fuck Jaemin, I can’t win with you, you always have to pick a fight about something,” you were exhausted with arguing already.

“What the fuck are you talking about win, you think this is some game that you can just win,” Jaemin said.

“Fuck this, I’m going, and I don’t give a fuck anymore,” you said, snatching your phone from Jaemin’s grip. You got your purse, slipped on your heels and walked out the door before Jaemin could get another word out.

You finally made it to the bar by 10:00, Sammy and Jen still there just casually sipping their drinks and talking. You apologized profusely to them for being so incredibly late. Both Jen and Sammy said it was fine, that they understood, when secretly they knew it was Jaemin’s fault. You ordered yourself a drink, and the three of you just talked stories. You didn’t say anything about Jaemin, or the argument you got into with him.

You knew Jen and Sammy didn’t care for Jaemin. You knew they were waiting for the moment when you ended it. But they didn’t see the Jaemin you saw. The Jaemin that planned fabulous dates, that is in any girl’s dream. The Jaemin that brought you the most wonderful gifts ever. The Jaemin that learned how to cook one of your most favorite dishes to surprise you one night. The Jaemin that drove across town, on his day off, when your car broke down on the side of the road. Or the Jaemin that held you in his arms, when you were so sick, you wanted to die. Jaemin was just like any guy, there was his good moments and bad moments. Tonight was just a bad moment.

Time passed, 11:30 rolled around, you were only on your second drink when someone walked towards you. It was Jaemin, dressed plainly in a hoodie and jeans. “Let me take you home,” he spoke slow and smooth. You smiled at him, happy to see him, because regardless of the argument earlier, he still made your heart warm.

“My car though,” you spoke slowly, making sure you didn’t slur your words.

“We’ll pick it up in the morning, you shouldn’t drink intoxicated like this,” Jaemin started to grab your belongings to carry for you.

“Okay,” you nodded your head, not wanting to argue.

“Do you girls have a ride home?” Jaemin asked your friends now.

“Yes we do, thank you Jaemin,” Jen spoke, not trusting Sammy to remain civil.

“Of course, thank you for taking care of y/n, she really appreciates you guys.” Jaemin said, before walking you out towards his car.

The drive back home was quiet, Jaemin took the longer route but less turns, for which you were grateful. “Baby,” Jaemin broke the silence first, “I’m sorry about earlier tonight, I shouldn’t have accused you of that shit.” Jaemin placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently.

“I don’t like when you make those jokes Jaemin, or when you accuse me of stuff I didn’t do. I don’t deserve that,” you spoke honestly, the liquor having you loose with your mouth.

“I know baby, and you’re right.”

“I would never cheat on you Jaemin, I love you,” you looked at him with a little pout.

“I know baby,” Jaemin smiled at you, “I just want you to understand that, I’m all you need, nobody else is as important.”

“I know that,” you sighed, leaning further into Jaemin, as he pulled up to your guys place.

“Let’s go upstairs baby,” Jaemin said, pulling on you.

“Yes sir,” you smiled drunkenly.

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yutafrita · 6 months

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hiii im the same one who sent the hcs to theough the website im rereading it again which is GREAT I LOVE IT even though i want more of your sungchan fics to be known more the angel one ks CHEFS KISS I LOVE ITTT but just a question especially now with riize debuting and potentially aespa being there what characters do you think if you would write it now will you put as riize characters (like for ex: sohee instead of taeil) just asking for my curiosity help and also cause i dont want the fic to hust be nct with friends i want my riize to be in it to whhsdjjdfi

Omg hiii how are you doing??? Thank you for reading and Angel my Angel and me!!! It was fun to write <3

Some of my works grow slowly haha. My seventeen works tend to do better than any of my other stuff. But since I write for myself, when I decide on a subject it’s decided based on who I’m getting the inspiration from- which as of late has been Sungchan!

When I write for nct I try to write the characters not with their traditional besties. That's why in my Sungchan works I never had his bestie be Shotaro (except in like two one shots), or in my Jaemin centered stories I never had his bestie be Jeno.

Since I did write the characters with their inspirations in mind not everyone would be a clean 1-to-1 change. However this is going to be super fun for me to think about who would fit best where and why, so I hope you enjoy it 🤓

THROUGH THE WEBS

Taeil -> Sohee. You got this one pretty on target! He's the main vocalist so it makes sense to have him with the same power as Taeil.

Ten -> Wonbin. This one is just based on pure vibes.

Jaemin -> Eunseok. With the way Jaemin was written in the original to me Eunseok clicks well with this character. I also think Eunseok would work well as having the electricity powers that Jaemin had.

Taeyong-> he would probably stay the same? I made him Sungchan’s brother for a few reasons but I don’t really feel like Shotaro or Eunseok would make sense for this part.

THE ETERNAL TRAGEDY I would have to change the original structure in this theoretical situation lol. In this case, Yuta's character would either have to be removed entirely (I love you bby I'm sorry) or left in so I'll just have to focus on the other characters.

Jaemin -> Shotaro. Due to the nature of the story I would honestly switch their two characters.

Johnny -> Wonbin. (spoilers I guess?) Johnny is also a representation of Venus. He’s also appears easygoing while really being hard worker. I feel like for the eternal tragedy wonbin would work here, although I’d likely make him only in charge of the bar in Mercury.

Ten -> Sohee. Ten’s a representation of Mercury and I feel like Sohee would best work as this too.

Kun -> honestly idk who in riize would fit this character. He’s a representation of Neptune and Neptune was always Jupiter’s adversary.

Taeyong -> Stays the same! Since him, Taemin, and Taeyeon are the fates there wouldn’t need to be a change.

AN ANGEL, MY ANGEL, AND ME

Yangyang -> Anton! Yangyang’s character here was very much trickster so if I would have to switch him out for anyone it would be Anton. I think his dynamic as a warlock would be fun.

…. And done! This was so much fun 🥰thank you again for sending this over!!

#nat talks!#send me asks!!!#through the webs #the eternal tragedy #an angel my angel and me #riize x reader

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Sooo... I've been talking to my friends about your fanfic and we've been wondering where do you get your inspiration from? I mean, where did the idea for this fanfic come from and if anything about it is kind of... personal? If you don't feel comfortable answering, don't feel pressured! I'm just very addicted to it, I've reread everything about 5 times 😭

ooh i love this question!! im gonna be kinda long winded here so sorry in advance 🙏🏼

ive been a big reader since i was a child, and ive been writing fanfiction since i was 13 or so. this basically means ive been practicing writing stories for at least 10 years, and I've gotten slowly better at it as I get older. it's fun, and i like doing it, so that's kind of the reason I write in the first place

my fics usually come together from a small idea, and then snowball from there. like, fyck started as silly self indulgent porn and then turned into what it is, because for me i really discover characters and stories as im writing them. when i write i feel like im 'meeting' them and learning more about them. for example mark is the catalyst for fyck and its built around him, as I develop his character and his life the story molds around him

it's probably obvious from the way im talking about them, but even though i write rpf, my characters are 100% fictional characters, and I think about them that way. i get some inspiration from Mark as a real person but the character comes from my imagination and things I think would be interesting to write avout

I like writing about things that are stressful and upsetting, i think in part bc im kind of a narrative adrenaline junkie. if im not feeling emotions intensely, usually negative emotions, then im not interested in writing because it's boring to me. however im still very invested in characters being happy at the end. it's kind of a form of self soothing; i make up a guy, i put him through hell, but throughout his suffering the anchor of stability and happiness is always there waiting for him (even if he doesn't know it yet). i admire people who can write really bleak or bittersweet endings but i personally don't care to, at least so far in my writing career

anyway!! yes, writing characters is fun, and they're very separate from me. Mark in fyck, or jaemin in igbl have mindsets that are not mine, and are extremely maladaptive. it's fun to explore. however there are always little moments that reflect my own experiences in life (they're often the most stressful to write lol) but usually i don't even realize how much i relate to a certain emotion until I'm already writing it. im pretty self aware but not self omniscient

hopefully, this was interesting and kind of answered your question :) ty for the ask <3

#ask

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guilty conscience ;; njm

pairing. na jaemin x gn!reader genre. break up au | angst wc. 2.5k (2.592) warnings. heartbreak & cheating listen to. guilty conscience by 070 shake

summary. where na jaemin finally gets over the guilt of wanting to break up with you only when he finds you with another man. in other words, he caught you, but you never caught him.

notes. thanks to vernon chwe of seventeen for putting this song into his playlist and letting me discover it and write this fic. also this was originally supposed to be a chenle fic but tina @shinachiro prohibited me from writing this for him so yeah <3 kinda not fun after seeing jaemin cry on the dream show but still a major slay!!! also izzy @decembermoonskz you were right he fits more

There are a few steps you should take before breaking up with somebody: 1. make sure you actually want to break up with them, 2. try to find a valid reasoning, and finally, 3. meet up with them and do it.

Na Jaemin finds himself standing in front of the important decision of cutting off the only relationship he ever found himself being absolutely, 100% happy in. The thought of breaking up with you makes him feel guilty, because in true reality, you don’t deserve this at all, not after everything you’ve been put through in the time you spent with the male, but it’s still a thought that lingers in the back of his mind on most days, slowly eating him alive and making him more and more numb to everything that exists surrounding you, including your presence.

On some days, he feels like you’re an anchor that keeps holding him back. On some days, he wonders if that’s not the good thing about it, though. Some days, the thought of you haunts him, doesn’t let him sleep at night, guilt continuously stabbing him in the chest and not letting him breathe. On almost all days, when he looks into your eyes, he no longer finds himself getting giddy and excited to be with you; on almost all days, he simply feels like there’s nothing there holding him back from doing the thing that’s been playing with his mind for the last few months now.

On some days, though, even though these don’t come as usual as he would like them to, he finds himself absolutely mesmerized with your presence. He finds himself eager to touch you, eager to spend every passing second of the day with you, he finds himself feeling lighter, like he can do anything as long as he’s with you, because he knows you’ll always be there, supporting him.

So the first step, although he googled ‘how to break up with somebody’ countless times before, comes more difficult to him than he would want. ‘Make sure you actually want to break up with them’?

Na Jaemin finds himself lost in the pools of your eyes, laying on his side on your bed, light tenderness enveloping both of you like a blanket. It’s early August, and as he watches you stumble out of the room in the dark and come back in just a mere second with a small cupcake in your hand, with a single candle pressed into the middle of it, soft voice lowly humming the birthday song, he suddenly forgets that he wanted to break up with you in the first place.

Blowing the candle out, taking the cupcake out of your hand, Jaemin bites down into the sweet cake and thinks it tastes just like you always used to. The chocolate filling gets on his face and you wipe it away with your thumb, tasting the icing, as he pulls you in into a side-hug and catches a glimpse of the alarm clock on your bedside table showing him that it’s only 5 minutes after midnight, making you the first person to wish him on his birthday.

You were the first person for him in many ways. The first person that always texted him on his birthdays, long before you two even started dating; the first person to go on a date with him, the first person that made him trust them completely, up to the point of sharing even his very last secret under the covers of your bed. The first person he ever loved, the first person he ever kissed, the first person he ever made love to– you were the first one to capture his heart and the thought of you not also being the last is making his heart shatter and break into million pieces.

“Did you wish for something?” you ask, watching as he offers you the cupcake, sharing the sweet pastry with you.

He hums in agreement, nodding. “I did.”

“What did you wish for?” you pry, playfully nudging him into his ribs.

“I can’t tell you, or else it won’t come true.”

The pout that mirrors your face makes his heart swell with an emotion he no longer knows how to decipher. Finishing up the cupcake, he hugs you around your waist and lets his head fall onto your shoulder, the only sound heard in the room being the humming of an occasional car passing by on the road under your window. His eyes start to slowly close on themselves and as he drifts away to sleep, you bring up your hand to cradle in between his hair, pressing continuous soft pecks all across his forehead.

In moments like this one, Na Jaemin isn’t so sure he wants to break up with you. In moments like this, he denies the fact, he hides it away into the deepest depths of his body, not to be seen or heard by anyone. It’s a dark secret he keeps to himself; a dark secret that makes him want to die. He even wished for you two to stay together forever– isn’t that a sign that he loves you dearly? Isn’t that a sign that he should stay?

When he finally drifts off to sleep, there’s a sinking feeling inside of his chest. Still, he’s not so sure of his decision.

In the days that pass, Jaemin finds himself more sure of his next step. See, when the euphoria of the lingering, tender moments spent with you falls off, the reality of ordinary days with you seems way more brutal.

It’s not like you two are having a toxic relationship– that’s not what’s happening at all. He would even say that you two were a living, breathing example of one of the most healthiest, loving relationships there ever was; all up until the love didn’t start to slowly disappear.

But as days go by and they’re not as special as his birthday was, the ordinarity of it all starts to scare him. There it is again– he doesn’t look for you when you’re absent for some time. He doesn’t text you as often as he used to, not really that interested in the way your day is going, allowing himself some space. And when you two actually meet up and hang out, you two remain mostly silent, out of things you’d want to talk about with each other, less excited over the small things, less excited over each other.

Na Jaemin doesn’t think either of you did anything wrong. He just thinks that the love you had for each other started to progressively fade away. Perhaps, your time together ran out and there’s no way for him to make his feelings last any longer.

Even that doesn’t feel like a valid reason for him to break up with you, though. Why does he think he deserves to break up with you after all this time, after all the memories you two made together, after all of the love that you two shared for each other, without anything being wrong? Why does he feel like he has no right to end things with you?

The second step to breaking up with you is no easier than the first one. Finding a valid reason is something he cannot do, for his mind keeps telling him that his feelings are not important in this, if it means he’ll end up hurting yours.

He would never want to hurt you.

What should he say once he comes over to your place to end things with you? That he just simply fell out of love?

No, that wouldn’t be right.

Maybe he should create a reason. Maybe that would make it hurt less for the both of you.

He doesn’t know if putting this off for this long was good for anything. It’s early October now, the leaves on the trees falling down, faded, yet, still vibrant in color, reminding him of everything ending once again. It’s an endless cycle– nothing lasts forever and nothing stays the same, much like everything in life, after all.

He hasn’t seen your face in two weeks. He talked to you a few times over the phone, but the conversations were never more than surface level talks about what's new at home and how your classes are going, leaving him feeling numb and empty.

Walking over to your apartment, he almost thinks you know what’s coming. You once used to say that you two were connected– he can still even finish your sentences for you, because he knows you that well– but at this moment, he almost thinks he believes it the most. Even the weather sympathizes with him, pouring raindrops down on his hanging head as he unlocks the front door to the apartment building with one of the two spare keys you’ve given him so he can get in any time he wants.

Stepping up the stairs, he rehearses the things he wants to say to you. The speech he prepared is filled with all the reasons and arguments, making sure he’s not blaming you for the downfall, but instead taking it all on him, because when he really thinks about it, it was his fault in the first place.

He never knew that breaking up with someone he's no longer in love with could hurt this much.

Maybe that's the difference between loving someone and being in love. He's no longer in love with you– he no longer feels the desire to grow old with you, to have you constantly in his arms, to be the one you're giving your all to. But he still loves you, in a way, and he doesn't think he will ever stop. He loves you as his first love, he loves you for the person you are, with all your quirks and habits, with all the memories shared and all the things he knows about you. He loves you as a person, Y/N, without the premise of being in love with you and calling you his partner. After all this time, it's almost strange how he came to this conclusion.

He mentally looks over the checklist he has noted in his head– the step-by-step tutorial to breaking up with someone, making sure he’s not missing anything.

The first step is clear, to be sure of the breakup; and he can see it in the way both of you behave. Not meeting, not sharing things with each other, talking only when the both of you feel the pressure to. It’s almost as if the decision was mutual, as if both of you wanted to let things go, but neither of you had enough courage and heart to break off a relationship that once made you so happy.

The second step, finding a valid reason, is also clear. No matter how much he hates himself for it, what’s done is done.

Now, it's only time for the third and last step. Actually going up to you and solidifying the decision he made and was the fault of.

Unlocking the front door to your apartment, taking his shoes off at the entrance and putting the key onto the small coffee table in your hall, he wobbles through the narrow room and searches for you. It’s dark everywhere, the blinds are shut and the whole apartment is still and silent. Searching for you, engulfed by the familiar scent of you lingering around him, he enters your bedroom, only to be shocked with the sight he’s met with.

Sitting on your bed, there’s another man, with his hair falling to his eyes as he fails to meet his gaze. The whole room’s a mess and you’re sitting on the bed with your back resting against the headboard, covered with your soft duvet, biting on your nails and refusing to look anywhere else but towards the ground. Your clothes are scattered all across the room, and Jaemin suddenly recognises the scene he just cut off, knowing damn well what was happening here just a few seconds before he unlocked your front door.

The unknown man hurriedly stands up from his place, making Jaemin wonder why he hadn’t left sooner when he heard him– your boyfriend, the only other person with the key to your apartment– enter your place, but he also recognises that it wouldn’t really change anything anyway.

Soon enough, there’s a shut of the door heard across the space, finally making you look up at your boyfriend still standing at the foot of your bed with no words coming out of his mouth.

Your eyes are glossy. Streams of tears fall down your cheeks and Jaemin finds himself choking on his words. Never in his life did he imagine your relationship ending like this, if at all, and the fact that the whole situation is so wholeheartedly messy makes him feel simply miserable.

“I’m so sorry Jaemin, I’m- I don’t-” stammering, you get out. Jaemin meets your eyes, snickering at the bitter irony of it all.

Hating the way the eye contact makes him feel, he looks up to the ceiling and wipes the stray tear that falls down his cheek. Sighing, he wonders why it had to come to this. Maybe he should’ve broken up with you long ago, and nothing like this would happen, no additional pain would be added.

Or maybe, he could've tried harder to fix things. Put more effort instead of throwing it all away. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he'd start to love you again. Maybe all of this was just a bad phase.

He came to break up with you for a reason he created, not knowing that he'd find you doing just the same.

“It’s- I’m…” he trails off, suddenly at a loss for words, all the rehearsed scenarios flying out the window in an instant, “I’m sorry as well.”

He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak. He just listens to you break down in front of him, the weight of everything suddenly crashing on you at full force, making both of you feel insanely heavy. Letting himself look at you for one last time, he guesses it’s finally time for step three, although it's clear as a day: actually doing it. Breaking up with you.

“It's.. It's been going this way for a while, and I'm sure you've felt it, so… I guess this is it, then,” he says, locking his eyes with you. After a heartbeat, you offer him a soft nod, accompanied with a heartbroken scowl. “Thanks for everything.”

“I’m sorry, Jaemin-”

“It’s okay. It’s… it’s fine,” he says, walking out of the room, ready to leave you and everything in the past.

It's not easy to walk away from your first love. It's not easy letting things go, no matter how unattached he thought he had been.

Looking behind his shoulder one last time before he goes for good, seeing your small, fragile figure shaking on the mattress of the bed he once made a wish on to stay with you forever; at least he no longer feels the guilt he did when he wanted to break up with you somewhere in the corner of his mind on the very day he made the said wish while blowing out the candle on his birthday cupcake.

He guesses you’re even now. Even though you don't know that yet.

He caught you, but you never caught him.

There goes his guilty conscience.

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Be There For You (M)

Preview: “How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?”

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

Pairing: Demon JaeminxFemale reader ft Jaehyun

Word Count: 6k

Genre: one shot(..), deal with the devil AU, PWP, dubcon/implied noncon(he’s a fucking demon..), death mentioned, M/F, dark fic, sacrilegious themes, major plot twist🐒

Smut Warning: oral, mild choking, slapping, degradation/praising, handcuffs, rimming

a/n: nana day🖤 don’t like it dont read it! bitch!

“Wake up.”

When we all fall asleep, where do we go? Reading the album title on your spotify app had you wondering the same. What were dreams? What was the point to them? Anything you found on google wasn’t helpful. Often time finding yourself way too late at night deep in forums full of crazy people discussing demon possession.. As if that’s possible, fucking crazies roaming around concocting bullshit stories of demons. Draining thoughts had the mark on your wrist itching. What seemed like a drunken mishap still adorning the inside of your wrist near 12 months later.

Your twenty first Birthday was spent getting day drunk- legally, for the first time. Jaehyun insisting to take you out for bottomless mimosas. Your now ex-boyfriend Jeno aiding on to more reason you needed to get fucked up. Ending up passed out together on his much too small couch. Limbs tangled when you awoke, clothes awkwardly unbuttoned. Memory blanking on what actually led to ending up here on his bare skin. Nose tickling against the hairs adorning the center of his chest had your nose twitching. Bottomless mimosas turning into bottomless barfing for hours in his toilet.

He was nice enough to take care of you, feigning guilt. Holding your hair back delicately, wiping your mouth clean. Squeezing in chances to help you down bubbling liquid that would calm your stomach.

“Jeno never liked drinking with me..” your voice breaks, holding back dry tears. Throat on fire after the last hour hacking your stomach up. “..well he never liked drinking. I guess this is why.”

Jaehyun releases a tired sigh, probably tired hearing you listen to you rant about fucking Jeno. Fingers massage your forehead, while a strong hand rubs up and down your spine.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I gotta head out soon and relieve Jisung for his lunch.” Jaehyun helps you stand. Dampening a washcloth to clean the clammy sweat left on your face. Gently wiping your mouth, keeping you steady against his bathroom sink. “Hope I was able to make your Birthday some what fun?”

You take this opportunity to absorb Jaehyun’s features up close. The crinkles around his eyes when he smiles, the way the skin around his nose tightens in a stretch, his deep set dimples that make hearts swoon. He’d become such a reliable source of friendship to you after applying to work at a nearby coffee shop a year ago.

From the one to hire you to someone who would always find time for you. Whether it be driving you home late at night instead of letting you walk alone. Bringing extra food for lunch when he noticed your terrible diet, with the excuse of ‘cooked too much again’. To listening to you ramble about your ex-boyfriend and the beating your heart took. He was almost..perfect…The thought hits a nerve in your chest. Dropping your eyes to where his lips part open. Maybe Jaehyun wasn’t just a friend..

“Ow!” you lift your wrist with widened eyes. The skin appearing gnawed at, like teeth had dug in. “What the fuck?”

“Yea, you fell at some point. I had keep chasing you around. You can get pretty reckless with just a few drinks.” Jaehyun snorts, pulling off his shirt. Dragging fingers down his chest staring into the mirror behind you. As if he’s admiring himself for the first time. You can’t help but follow his hand slipping down to the dark trail of hair leading into his snug low rise jeans. Jaehyun’s brows lift finding you watching him. “What would you do without me?”

Jaehyun was right, he’d been your only source of sanity since that day. The mark on your wrist growing worse with time, like it’d been infected. Your friend always imploring for you to get it checked out. Stubbornly opting to bandage it up instead, because those copay visits to a doctor meant no food for a week. It didn’t bother much.. only when it was dark, and cold, and the moon hung too low. Paranoia extending for weeks on end whenever you were alone.

Sleep had become sparse. These weren’t just nightmares anymore, they felt too real. Fantasies you could not understand, secrets you never thought you had. It was terrifying, thrilling, emptying, too much to begin to comprehend.

Your eyes burn red staring at yourself in the mirror, wiping off the remnants of yesterdays makeup. What you should have done before bed last night- not that you got a wink of shut eye. Every step you took felt like drowning in quicksand. Standing beneath hot water with a shower to help you come to life before work was exhausting. The lack of sleep slipping reality into dreams. It was hard to differentiate what was real anymore.

With your head resting on the bathroom tile wall, your eyes slowly shut. Water beating down your back soothingly, relaxing you..

“You’ll never escape me.” The whisper curls in your ear jolting you alert. Knee knocking your shampoo bottle off it’s place. The sound shooting to your heart striking fear. You calm looking around spotting nothing out of the ordinary….but why…why was this happening. Why did this keep happening. Nothing made sense anymore, you never felt alone. Looking over your shoulder constantly to find no one there. A presence of someone, or something forever lingering. This had to be what losing your mind felt like…

The subway cart was full today, squishing between people on their way to work. Your head ducked, blinking your eyes trying to force tears to coat the dryness. You’d lost track of how much time had been spent awake by now. Staggering to hold yourself up, overdosing on unhealthy amounts of caffeine to avoid another bad dream. Another hazed vision of a life you could never fathom. Pornographic images played constantly with multiple men, doing things you couldn’t imagine. Things you silently wished to be real..

“I can make it all real.” Your head snaps when the words from a voice you’ve come to recognize play at your ear. Everyone around you was minding their business. Caught up in their own forms of escapism. The one most precious to you- sleep, stripped away from your mental well-being. This had to be a sickness, maybe your parents had mental issues you weren’t aware of.

Walking off the cart felt like the grim reaper was at your side. You kept your head low watching your feet making your way to work to avoid sparing another wasted glance. No one was ever there, a presence only you could feel. Death, something evil tickling your neck, luring you deeper in it’s hold. Slowing down passing near a church, seconds turning into minutes paying attention to every detail. The way some paint was chipped, moss growing on the roof. Tinted glass windows dawning faces of sorrow. It felt like they were pitying you, warning you.

The last time you’d attended church was back home. A reminder of your life growing up whenever you spotted one. Reminders of gospel, scripture, of Jeno. Memories of how young and dumb you were, all the mistakes you made together. Shaking your head when a rush of chills run down your spine you trudge on. The coffee shop only a block away from the station. Yet here you were running late, taking the long way for some reason..

Jaehyun’s bustling about when you scurry in, mouthing ‘sorry’ when your eyes meet his stressed expression.

He brushes off annoyance easily, never reprimanding you. You didn’t really deserve someone as nice as Jaehyun.. deciding to save that thought for later when he runs to another customer snapping fingers at him.

Your fingers jab at the touch screen register, shaking off your wrist. Skin itching under the fresh bandage you’d wrapped it in today. Hissing under your breath as the ache grew intensely.

“Shit..” you mumble to yourself. Punching in a different set of numbers to clock in.

“What’s going on? Forgot your log in again?” Jaehyun, not only your saving grace but also your manager gives you a knowing look. Already all too familiar with your ‘memory loss’.

“Yes.. I’m sorry Jae. It’s just finals coming up, I’ve been stressed out..”

“Still having those nightmares too?” Jaehyun reaches over you swiping a card attached to his wrist. “Good thing you have all the free caffeine available at your fingertips here.”

You tie up your apron, quietly thanking Jaehyun for clocking you in. It wasn’t just the studying, it was hardly the studying. Most days spent in front of your books staring at jumbled words. Nightmares, if that’s what you could call them, growing much worse with each passing day. It was like you were trapped in some type of hell. All of it felt too real to be a dream. Even waking up with scratch marks on your thighs and hips. Heart pounding out of your chest down to your navel. Waking up dry heaving, falling into a mess of tears from distress.

You wipe down the counter, catching glimpses of yourself. Reflection showing you sunken in eyes, skin drained of life. It wasn’t you anymore, a shell of who you once were. Only averaging two, three hours of sleep at most if the exhaustion set in finally. You pondered too often- what had changed? After your twenty first Birthday these dreams had begun. Your diet was the same, stress no different, cycling through the same lifestyle over all. Maybe it was time for a visit to the doctors. Near twelve months of this was too long, your own stubbornness the only thing holding you back.

“Can you get that?” Jaehyun calls to you. Following the sound of the door bell chimes.

“Yea one second..” Tossing aside the dirty cloth you’d been wiping down the cold brew machines with, you turn ready to welcome a customer.

Breath knocks out of your lungs as if some 400 pound sumo wrestler drop kicked you. Gasping out, neck burning up. Your hands come around your throat trying to suck in air. Choking on dryness, as if all oxygen had disappeared. The man standing behind the counter stares at you, eyes intrigued watching the scene unfold before him. Finger tapping on the marble, growing impatient with your dramatic reaction.

Jaehyun jogs the small distance between you, hand clapping down on your back. Eyebrows shoot to his forehead with concern. You cough, hacking up, chest constricting with every drawn in breath. Air failing you, Jaehyun’s mouth moves. Words muted to your ears, ringing sounds clogging your senses.

The man behind the counter smirks to himself. Finger dragging along the back of the register. Eyes scanning the pastries in the display case.

“Hmm, chocolate croissants.. I’m feeling a bit famished I suppose..” with a sigh, his fingers snap. A gust of air rushing to your chest. Head falling back gasping short of breath. As if something... someone had finally released their hold on your neck. Someone finally got their hands on you, warning you of what’s to come.

“Are you okay??” Jaehyun’s looks fearful, watching the blood drain from your face. You swallow, tongue running over the roof of your mouth. Head nodding slowly in response. A throat obnoxiously clearing out loud in front of you.

“Oh I’m so sorry Sir.. my apologies..” Jaehyun gives you another glance, lowly whispering. “Maybe you should go take a break?”

“No no..” your head shakes, trembling legs carrying you forward. Jaehyun had been too understanding with you. It wasn’t his fault you were probably losing your mind. Reminding yourself to google mental health disorder symptoms later. You tap at the register, licking over your dried cracked lips.

“What can I get started for you today?” you ask, focusing on your jittery hands.

“I’m going to ruin you.” A husky voice whispers in your mind. Eyes shooting up to the man before you. It’s deafening, seeing someone like him up close. A small smile playing on his lips, mischievous eyes barreling into yours.

“E-excuse me?” You stutter, throat feeling tight again. A needy ache crawling from your spine to your gut. Wrist tormented down to the bone, uncomfortably bending it at an awkward angle to find relief.

“I said Iced Americano.” He sighs, body leaning over the counter. Palms flat on the surface, neck cracking to one side. “Five shots over ice. Can you do that?”

The questions intention to make you feel dumb. As if making an Americano is too difficult for you. Teeth gritting with annoyance, eyes unable to move off of him. Something so familiar, and terrifying. Bile rising in your chest the longer you stare.

“Apple pay?” He questions unlocking his phone. You slowly nod watching long fingers swipe over the screen. “Oh and a chocolate croissant. The devil’s favorite you know.”

That... was odd.. then again customers often said random things. Typically earning a fake laugh and smile. This one receiving nothing but a frown, a concerned gaze.

“Name for the order please?” you sulkily ask, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained ahead. Pretending to care about whatever you’re inputting on the screen.

“Jaemin. You know, like the demon.” Again, that was odd.. you nervously wipe your palm down your apron with a nod.

“We’ll call your name when your orders ready.” You move to spin around, his hand reaches past register. Jaemin grips your wrist loosely, fingertips hot on your flesh. Your teeth grit in pain, skin incinerating beneath his grasp.

“Say, do we.. know each other?” His question’s diabolic, arrogant. Sirens in your mind go off with warning. You pull free of his hold, stepping further away. Hiding your hands behind your back attempting to soothe your scolding skin.

“We don’t.” Your eyes drift to his cocky face. A sparkle, something evil hidden in those eyes of his. Screaming danger, instincts telling you to run for it.

“Must have been a dream.” He smirks. Mouth left open enough to spot his tongue drag over the back of his teeth. Turning his body away with eyes lingering over you. He sets down at a table near the wall, foot on his knee with a spread open cross of his legs.

Jaehyun places down an iced Americano speedily, shooting you a wink with a tap to the bell sat on the counter “I’ll handle register, lines starting to get crazy again.”

Barely conscious your chin nods, staring at the plastic cup gathering moisture. Jaehyun having to explain the difference between oat and almond milk as more customers line up with arms crossed waiting. The guy who ordered the Americano….Jaemin or something, completely engulfed in his phone.

“Order ready!” You pipe up annoyed. His smile growing larger the longer he ignores you tapping at his phone screen. It shouldn’t be this frustrating, plating the warmed up slice of chocolate cake in anger. The devil and god raging inside your chest. Protect yourself, but you’ll never know from what.

“Here’s your cake” you set down the plate with a loud clatter. Spilling some of his drink in the process. Jaemin’s face turning so slowly with a tightened jaw. His eyes spark red, flames behind the iris, black consuming over the whites. Mouth parting open all too wide sporting sharpened teeth-

“I don’t want your shitty cake. I want your soul.”

Your hand flies to cover your chest with a deep inhale taking a step back, exasperated “what?!”

“I said, I ordered a croissant. How does this place have such great reviews on yelp? You new or something?” He scoffs, picking up the fork teetering. Diving into the wrong order no less. “Devil’s food cake… ah, I suppose that will do. His second favorite. No tip for you though.” He says with a wink.

Your face contorts in agony, like a dagger had just pricked you in the chest. Clutching at your heart watching him divulge into the cake. The heat around you feeling too alive, swallowing down a cracked shout. You spin on your heel returning behind the counter. Bent over gripping around the edge. Pulse on your wrist throbbing so loud you could swear it’s beating beneath the bandage.

“Maybe you should take the rest of the day off..” Jaehyun appears at your side. Fingers sweeping sweat slicked strands of hair away from your jawline. Mouth tight with concern. “Jisung will be in soon to relieve me. I can manage until then.”

“Jae no..” you start, pausing when Jaehyun’s dimples pop out. His arm wraps around your waist helping you stand straight.

“I’m serious, I’ll get you a cab. You look like you just went through hell. I think this lack of sleep’s doing a number on your physical well-being. First thing tomorrow I’m driving you to get checked out.” Jaehyun pokes your chin, leading you to the door. The unease whirling around your stomach heightens. Glancing over your shoulder where Jaemin was…no longer to be found. Nothing left behind on the table, as if he had never been there to begin with.

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Goodbye to sleep

I think this staying up

Is exactly what I need

The record plays, scratching as it spins fiercely before your eyes. Hours of sitting in a trance watching the black scratched up vinyl play. All these songs about sleep, dreams…what if..

A knock at your door breaks your thought, followed by a familiar “it’s me.”

Jaehyun.

“What are you..” Jaehyun holds up bags of take-out with a soft smile before you can finish your sentence. Stepping aside to let him in, he was really too good to be true.

“If I stay the night, think you can get some sleep?” Jaehyun twirls noodles around a plastic fork with question. Lifting a thick brow with his hand held out feeding you. Insisting to feed you, because you looked too feeble and weak to even lift a can of coke.

“You don’t have to do that..” you say behind a napkin, patting off grease left behind on your lip.

“I want to, I’m seriously worried about you. That panic attack you had at work today..” Jaehyun explains. You straighten up tilting your head.

“Panic attack?”

“Yea, you couldn’t breathe..” he turns toward you full body. Boney knee rubbing against yours. Hand settling on your inner thigh. “You dropped that plate of chocolate cake..”

“What?? No..I….that guy! I brought it to him!” You protests leaning in closer. Jaehyun’s brows meet completely lost.

“What guy?” The question rushes images of Jaemin to your mind. He…he wasn’t there when you had left..Jaehyun leading you out right past where he sat…

“Jaem….that guy!!” Your breath catches. Rushes of worry and fear flooding your mind intensely once again.

“Shh shh it’s okay..” Jaehyun pulls you into his chest. Scent on his t-shirt carrying coffee grounds and sweetness. Like a steamy cup of brew with hints of peach. “I think I should stay.. it’s okay..”

Jaehyun’s lips press to the side of your forehead. Pressing you flat against his chest. Thighs draping around his narrow hips. It wasn’t unusual to end up in each other’s arms most nights, maybe after a movie marathon or too many beers. The burden you’d become for him clawing guilt at your chest.

“I’m so sorry..” you mumble along the warm skin adorning his collar. Jaehyun hums, cradling you with ease. Gently moving you with him running fingers up and down your spine.

“Don’t apologize to me baby.. you’ve been through too much. Losing your parents so young like that..” Jaehyun coo’s. Nose digging against your cheek soothingly. “Moving away from the only life you knew, having to figure everything out for yourself so young. It’s expected you’d feel this way after all that.”

“Jae..” the tips of your noses meet, brushing against each other softly. Heavy eyelids shutting under his strong yet gentle touches. Lips meet shyly pressing together, your chest tightening when he deepens. Want and need behind his movements awakens life between your bodies. Jaehyun’s lips drop to your chin with a soft peck.

“Bed?” He whispers deeply. Forehead bumping together in nod. Jaehyun stands carrying you through your tiny apartment. Record player long forgotten drifting sounds of scratches.

Sleep was the last thing on your mind as Jaehyun laid you down. Hands tightening on his shoulders, begging with your eyes instead of words. Innocent curious kisses quickly heating up into passionate strokes of tongues.

Maybe this was what you needed, some dick to put you to sleep. Jaehyun’s tongue licked down your stomach. Hands prying your underwear off in an eager rush. Large hands splaying over your breasts. Thumbs rolling the hardened buds perked on your chest.

Bare skin on bare skin rolled around together, teasing at your lower halves. Desperately moaning like a needy slut when his hand slaps your ass. Breath’s puff against your ear, turning you over. Cupping your hips, pulling you up on all fours. Your arms stretch out tugging your bed sheets between fingers. Jaehyun’s warm breath trails down your back. Low blast of air conditioning mixing with the smell of sweat, smell of humid sex.

Jaehyun’s cock parts your folds, sinking in letting out deep groans. The combination of your drained mind and spent body making it all the easier to use you. Hands circle your neck from behind, pulling you up to your knee’s. Hips fuck into you faster exerting heavy grunts behind your ear. You rooms dark, shadows painting your walls thanks to a small candle wax burner. Mind lost to the heat building up between your thighs. Balls slapping against your clit with every powerful thrust.

“Fuck baby..” Jaehyun groans. Hand scooping your chin, tongue circling your ear. Mumbling praises of how good you feel. Moans breaking under every squeeze around his length. A strong thrust up widens your eyes. Screaming out when Jaemin’s eyes appear before you. Like a shadowy figure in your mirror, standing behind Jaehyun’s exposed figure. Languidly rolling the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. Jaemin’s brow quirks, releasing tremors through your chest ending at the base of your spine.

“Oh fu..fuck…I’m cumming!” With a shout full of agony your walls convulse around Jaehyun. Eyes never breaking from Jaemin. Jaehyun’s hips faltering, gritting rasped moans from your climax.

This couldn’t be real, Jaemin wasn’t real. Jaehyun shoves your upper back down, hips pistoning into your heat. Pounding against your ass chasing his release. Black orbs spin your mind around, screaming with a bite on your fist as you cum again. Limbs loosening, falling flat against your bed. Jaehyun’s cum spilling across your ass, murmuring something. Too spent, sinking deeper into a black ocean full of Jaemin. Your eyes fall shut with no control. Willpower to avoid sleep finally losing.

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The room you awake in seems ominously familiar. Your eyes squint taking in everything. It was cold, hot, your skin clammy with a dry sweat. Everything hot, air prickles painfully at your skin with any movement. Ears clogged up listening to the faint echoes of ear shattering screams flow from behind cave-like walls. It ached to hear, tormented painful cries, it felt like..

“Like hell?” Jaemin.

He takes his time walking around you, spinning a set of small keys around. Lifting a brow your way when the metal handcuff on your wrist noisily clanks about your shaking arm.

“You’re not gonna get away with this! Someone will come looking for me!!” It’s impossible not to break into a cry mid-scream. It was him- all of this. Him. The restless nights sat up in bed terrified to shut your eyes. There was no point in denying the obvious anymore, a fucking demon.

“That’s a smart girl. Here I thought you’d be completely brainless by now.” Jaemin let’s out an exasperated sigh. Setting his bottom down on the bed you’re trapped to. His arm extends dropping the keys atop a table nearby. Just far enough out of reach, just close enough for you to struggle with hopes of freeing yourself. “I warned you didn’t I?”

“Why..” you insists, seeking some clarity. Questions didn’t matter, he knew all your thoughts. Every deep dark desire, every feeling of guilt. Any worry, all the stress he brought you. He knew it all, he was in you.

“That’s not my answer to give you..unfortunately my angel.” Jaemin makes quick to move, straddling your lap. His fingers play with the strings holding the thin robe covering your body together.

“Don’t..” you fret, sinking your lower half deeper into the bed. His teeth shine on full display, slowly untying you.

“Don’t act so innocent now angel..” Jaemin scoops down, lips pressing to your ear in whisper. “..or was it, puppy? You always liked that didn’t you?”

Your brows twists, grunting a weak breath. Obscene images playing in your head, things that still didn’t make sense. Dreams…he’d been controlling all of them..pulling you deeper into a world of sin..

“That’s right angel..” with a soft kiss to your earlobe Jaemin pushes the material off your body. Sitting up placing warm, hot hands on your ribcage. Digging fingers into each dip between bone, sharp nails leaving marks. “My little slut who does anything for cock.”

“No..” your head shakes, resisting. Resisting the wanton need eating at your insides. The odd attachment and draw sucking you deeper into his games. This had to be another bad dream. Another inexplicable dream bordering sick fantasy.

Bending over, Jaemin engulfs your breast, squeezing around your jaw with the other. “This is our reality now, I know exactly what you need.”

“I don’t!” You abruptly shout, ripping your wrist against the metal keeping you in place. Burning pain drags through your arm marking cuts into your skin.

“You do.” Jaemin’s tongue drags across his lower lip. He moves in slow-motion easing garments off his body. Unbuttoning down the shirt hiding his defined stomach and chest. “Human dreams are so interesting. It’s like God created an easy portal. Allowing me to enter your spirit and lay down the ground to slowly destroy you.”

Jaemin lifts your free hand forcing your touch down each dip of muscle on his defined stomach. “Just how you like it right? I didn’t choose this useless human form for myself, I’ll have you know. Quite thoughtful if you ask me.”

Your fingers freeze on his skin racking shivers through your limbs. Lighting flames in your gut no less, body betraying you reacting the way he wanted. The way he’d always planned for.

“Leave me alone!” Shouting with failing attempt to pull from his grip. Jaemin lifts your hand to his lips, dribbling spit down your long fingers. Liquid fire cooling the aching cold. Hot and cold, heaven and hell, good and evil. The embodiment of wickedness slurping at your flesh. Sucking in two fingers to the back of his throat singing moans of ecstasy.

“God..” you squirm beneath his weight. Sweat dripping from your hairline to brow, weak with anger. Slick pulsating from your core the harder he sucks. With a slow drag of his tongue between your two fingers, he pulls off.

“I prefer Jaemin.” His cocky smirk has you clenching around nothing, empty. Hungry and empty, craving the hell in his eyes. Carnal desire to be destroyed clouding your head. The voice breaking free in your mind imploring you to get fucked. Break me, ruin me, breed me.

“That’s my angel, my slutty little whore.” Jaemin shifts down, kissing over your mound. Unbuckling his hardened length as his mouth finds home between your thighs. Jaw hinging open, tongue laving over your soaked insides.

“Ah..no…” Yes. Yes. Yes. It felt so good. Jaemin’s mouth knowing exactly what to do. Gripping the meat on your inner thighs roughly. Tongue curling in your hole, panting between thrusts of his expert mouth. Water filled your lungs neglecting your straining eyes. Head tossing around, Jaemin shoving your thighs up revealing both of your needy holes. Tongue wiggling deeper swallowing every drip of wetness seeping from your core.

“No!” Your teeth bury into your lower lip. Back arching up, hips circling fucking against his long fat tongue. Pleading for more, bigger, something to make it hurt. Thrashing with a shout weakly when his tongue prods at your ass. Jaemin grunts lapping at your clenched up rim.

“Nasty whore always loved taking it in the ass hmm” his wet lips mumble against your puckered hole. Tongue slipping through the closed up entrance swallowing taste of shame down his throat. Groans vibrate past his neck, traveling up your spine. Twisting up with sounds of metal clattering by your head as you struggle.

“FUCK! yes!!” Jaemin’s thumb presses on your clit. Rolling the bundle of nerves around, bending you further uncomfortably. Tongue engulfed between your ass hungrily gliding over every dip and crevice. Eyes lit up watching you break and succumb. Thighs tremble surrounding his head. Your eyes rolling back, like a demon had possessed your body.. shaking and crying under his ministrations.

Jaemin slides out with a lewd slurp around your asshole. Quickly mounting you, legs thrown over his broad shoulders. Thick cock dragging between your convulsing cunt. “Feels good, always playing hard to get. Always unfold for me, cry around my cock. Beg for mercy, come crawling back for more.”

It’s delirious, head filling with the need for Jaemin. Unlocking memories, fantasies, dreams you fought off for months. Body weight folds you up further, fat cock head pressing to your waiting entrance. Wetness covering his size, dripping down to his balls. It’s disgusting, filthy, brokenly shuddering out a moan with his first thrust.

“Tight as ever angel. So fucking good around my cock.” Jaemin’s nose meets yours. Evil smile growing larger as he penetrates deeper. Massive size splitting you open, stretching you so full with every intention to destroy you. Waves of heat pass through your lungs shooting around your limbs. Jaemin only half way in forcing impure sounds from the back of your throat.

A fucking demon, a fucking demon. Thrusting deeper in your pussy slapping your thigh aggressively. “Opening for me so good angel. You want it? Tell me you fucking want it.” Jaemin grits past grinding teeth. Black soulless eyes burning holes into your skull. He plunges in fully, neck thrown back displaying a defined Adam’s apple covered in webs of veins.

Sniffling, nodding endlessly agreeing to anything he says- “I…I…I wan….want it..”

Jaemin grunts, hoisting your knee’s over thick muscular arms. Rolling hips against your ass savoring the clench of your cunt wrapped around him. Laughing between a moan in satisfaction- “Good angel, perfect little slut.”

“Jaemin!” Your eyes squeeze shut. The demon pulling back only to rapidly thrust his entire size back in. Fucking into you with abandon, mercilessly. Eyes completely painted black above you drawing in shallow breaths. His mouth hung open thrusting deeply. Hitting every sweet spot inside you effortlessly. Your face squeezes up releasing screams, sounds of overbearing pleasure. Cries of wanton depraved lust, mind lost. Eyes snapped shut unable to shed tears.

He’s so big and long, breaching you fully. His hips shift turning you into a sobbing mess, wishing for tears to cool your burning skin. Cock angled perfectly hitting it just right. Jaemin grinds in balls deep, wetness smeared on his thighs. The weight of his hands on your chest feel like cement burying you deeper into the bed. Drilling deeper, edging you closer to your climax. Visions of Jaemin blocked out from your mind flashing before your eyes.

Pulling out with a slam forward, headboard hitting hard wall too noisily with every unforgiving thrust in. Sharp hips plummet against you, powerfully inhumane strength fucking you into hell. Jaemin slaps your chests, shouting with pointed thrusts- “Cum! Cum! Fucking cum!”

Sounds of ragged breaths and metal scrapping against the floor go mute. A deafening wave of pleasure coursing throughout your body, mind, spirit. Cumming harder than you ever have before. Pussy wildly gripping around the demon, possessively wanting more. A little death collapsing you flat against the bed, shallowly gulping for air. Jaemin shoving fully in dropping your legs. Screaming in his throat, filling you to the brim with hot spurts of cum.

The awful realization of what just took place hits all too fast. Watching the demon held up on elbows above you catch his breath. Jaemin’s head lifts, huffing in annoyance. Cock painfully gliding out, leaving your hole gaped spilling evidence of your sin.

“How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived. You owe me that pussy.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?” The question’s a plea. Unsure yourself how any of this could be real. You didn’t feel like yourself anymore, none of this felt like…you.. tightening the thin garment over your exposed skin reminding yourself to have some shame.

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

“I’m yours! Leave me alone! Leave Jaehyun alone!” You scream struggling against the black metal headboard Jaemin has you locked up to. Worry of Jaehyun back in your room, pacing distres. Your dry eyes shut in defeat, tears were useless.

“Jaehyun?” Jaemin let’s out a drawn out laugh. “Ah, Jaehyun isn’t the problem.”

“Heard my name” Jaehyun struts in, accompanied by the sound of leather boots hitting the chilling ground. Black hair slicked back out of his face displaying a serious expression.

“Ah, so you’re responding to the humans name now? Finally accommodated to that vessel?” Jaemin mocks your ‘friend’. Both of them sharing an amused look.

“You’re one to talk Dagon…or shall I say, Jaemin” Jaehyun smirks with a scoff. Finger tapping at the bottom of Jaemin’s chin. “You little shit, just had to show up when I was deep in those guts.”

“You should be thanking me!” Jaemin enunciates proudly. Shifting his gaze back to you, tongue dragging along his teeth. “Got to experience the bloodline of Lilith cum around your cock thanks to me.”

“She would have came for me regardless.” Jaehyun steps forward. Or someone who looked like Jaehyun. He crouches down to meet you at eye level. “Even now she wishes to save my soul.”

Your eyes droop unable to hold his stare. Jaehyun..why would he be here..It was all too confusing, this couldn’t be reality..

“Oh but it is reality my precious angel.” Jaemin sits at your side, dragging a sharp fingernail up your thigh. He’s buried in your thoughts, running through your mind, toying with your every idea. “Your friend Jaehyun? Dead. Your family? All gone. My job here would be done, if not for that meddling..”

Jaehyun interrupts, standing up straight- “Do not speak of him, you know how it makes Samael feel.”

“Yes yes, fucking Lucifer can’t even clean up his own mess. Has to send his right hand man to earth to fulfill some bullshit prophecy.” Jaemin tsks. Squeezing fingers around your thigh. “Can’t say I don’t understand after I got a taste of how sweet it can be..”

Jaehyun slaps him away, quickly yanking your wrist. You gasp in fear as he turns your arm, tracing over the mark fully developed now. The sick glint in his eyes sparkles proudly, rushing memories from the morning after your Birthday. Sat in Jaehyun’s bathroom where he played ignorant, blaming the mark on your drunken behavior.

“The mark of the beast” his eyes lift to yours placing a kiss on your raised skin. “You made it a little too easy when you got drunk enough to pass out on your Birthday. Humans, so simple.”

“6 months before turning 21, hired at a coffee shop. 6 months of dreams tormenting you, training you, building you into a perfect slut. 6 months later that I spent breaking you down to nothing, here you are. A near perfect whore for the devil.” Jaemin grins, snapping fingers at Jaehyun. The other demon, the false prophet, Lucifer’s right hand man lifts your wrist to your face.

666, the mark of the beast. The proof, the claim as his.

“Why…I don’t…I don’t understand..” you sniffle, nose burning from overuse. Weakly flopping against the headboard. Drained of life, drained of your soul.

“You called for him, so we found you.” Jaehyun unlocks the handcuff on your other wrist. Hands reach out, pulling open the thin robe concealing your body, eyeing over Jaemin’s work.

“Who?..” You question faintly. Nausea building in your stomach under their demonic soulless eyes.

Jaemin inches in closer hovering above you. “Samael.”

Jaehyun laughs, picking you up in his arms. Carrying you out of the room through a long hallway leading to what could only be your impending fate.

“Samael to us. Johnny to her.”

NEXT—> Sleep Therapy

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all-about-kyu · 3 years

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Hi~ can I request one from the second smut prompt list, number 69 with Nct dream Jaemin? A lot of smut but A little fluff can be added also if possible! A frenemies to lovers kind of.. hehe thank you beforehand

Pairing: Jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, dash of fluff

Rating: R 18+ MINORS DNI MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Warnings: parties, mentions of alcohol/ alcohol consumption Jaemin takes two sips of a drink but he’s not drunk, language

Smut Warnings: dry humping, hickeys, unprotected sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, body worshipping

Word Count: 3.5k

Note: here you go lovey!! I decided to theme it lightly around New Year’s since I just finished writing it and it’s late on New Year’s Eve here

Your dynamic with Jaemin has always been an odd one, when you were in a group with mutual friends you guys joked and talked as if you were best friends, but the moment you two were alone in the same space you were ready to fight each other for no reason at all. No one could explain your dynamic, not even yourself, no matter how hard they tried. Now was a prime example of this, you were both sitting at the table of Jeno’s apartment happily chatting with your friends at his New Year’s Eve party. You didn’t mean to sit next to him, you really didn’t want to in the first place but it just happened to play out that way. You had made the executive decision to not drink tonight, especially when you had an early shift at work the next morning.

Jaemin on the other hand was nursing the same drink he had been drinking all night. It was clear that the two of you were the only ones still in their right minds, at least of your friend group. Jeno had just run off with some girl, he probably won’t remember anything in the morning. Donghyuck was in the process of trying to seduce Renjun, who was clearly trying to get his best friend off of him. Mark on the other hand was trying his best to flirt with you through his tipsy state and you just laughed it off. You can practically feel Jaemin burning holes into your head, you aren’t sure why you were on the receiving end this time but you are far from surprised. You haven’t exactly been enjoying yourself all that much at the party, having Jaemin glaring at you while you tried to help Renjun escape a very drunk and flirty Donghyuck was not exactly ideal. Having Mark flirt with you only made matters slightly more uncomfortable, he was more of a brother to you than anything and having him flirt with you made things a bit awkward. Just to have some harmless fun though you decided to lay in on his flirting, never letting it get anywhere though.

“You’re really pretty y/n.” Mark slurs slightly.

“You’ve said that like ten times Mark, I do appreciate it though.” you giggle at him.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks.

“No Mark,” you sigh, “we’ve been friends for years, if I had a boyfriend you would’ve known about him already.”

“Does that mean I have a chance?” he hopes.

“I don’t know about that, you won’t even remember this interaction in the morning.” you laugh at him.

Before he can utter another word someone sweeps by and grabs your wrist taking you with them. When you look up you see broad shoulders covered by a black leather jacket and bright orange hair. There was only one person you knew that had that hair, and those broad shoulders. Na Jaemin. He didn’t look back at you once, he just continued to take you where he wanted to. You tried to get him to talk to you and all you got in return was a scoff as he continued walking. You got about half way through the house when you had enough of his games. You pulled your wrist from his grip, that finally got his attention. He turned around and gave you a look that made you feel incredibly small under his gaze.

“What the fuck do you want Na?” you bite.

“I hated seeing you flirt with Mark, don’t you get it by now?” he bites back.

“You have no idea how insufferable you are Jaemin, I was having some harmless fun with Mark and you had to go and ruin my mood yet again. He won’t remember it in the morning and I know he wasn’t going to get anywhere with me. You’re just a pretentious asshole who feels the need to be in charge at all times.” you rant.

You reach your hand up to slap him away from you but he catches it and holds it against the wall behind you. Your eyes go wide with slight panic as he looks at you with dark eyes. Next thing you know his lips are on yours in an extremely heated kiss. You’re not sure what to do at first but then you melt into his touch and reach your free hand up into his hair pulling him closer. His hold on your arm loosens and you let it fly to the back of his head as well. His hands find purchase on your hips, holding you tightly to his body making sure you don’t move anywhere. Jaemin nips at your lower lip causing you to gasp and let his tongue invade your mouth making your kiss even more messy than it already was. One of his hands slides down your body ultimately gripping your thigh and pulling it up to rest against his hip. He squeezes the muscle every so often making you whine against his lips. You honestly couldn’t care less that you were making out in the middle of Jeno’s hallway, it wouldn’t be the first time someone did it and it certainly won’t be the last time either. Just as you go to move your hand down his arm you realize what you were doing. You bite down on his lip harder than you had this entire time causing him to wince and pull away.

“What the fuck y/n?!” he complains.

“You really thought making out with me would make me not be mad at you?” you scoff.

“Sweetheart,” he bites, “we both know we don’t actually hate each other. We just need to take care of this tension between us and it’ll all be fine.” he patronizes.

“You are not taking me to bed. Ever. That’s a promise Na Jaemin.” you seeth.

“Oh but, y/n, who said it had to be on the bed?” he smirks.

You try to stay angry at him but your facial expression speaks louder than your words. You may be saying you truly do hate him but your pupils are blown wide, and you’re nibbling on your lower lip. There was no denying you were attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be though, he was absolutely stunning, and when you weren’t at each other’s throats he was a genuinely funny and nice person. There was absolutely no point in denying your attraction when he was just so perfect. The internal debate you were having was completely useless, you know you want him, you just need to admit it.

“And where would you rather it be?” you flirt.

“Oh? Was it that easy that I just needed to ask?” he laughs cockily, “How about against the wall? Maybe the floor, in front of that lovely closet mirror I have.” his voice drops lower, “Wouldn’t that be a lovely time pretty?”

That was the final straw, you throw yourself forward and kiss him again. He makes a surprised noise but quickly reciprocates your advance. His hands return to their place on your hips picking up the kiss where you left off, aggressive and messy. Your hands tangle into his hair again further crushing your lips against each other. His hands travel south again and grab your ass causing you to whimper. This time you let your hands wander and wrap around his waist effectively pressing his hardening length against your core. He lifts you up and holds you against the wall as he began to grind his hips into yours. You let out little whimpers and moans at the friction you so desperately needed. You still didn’t have the mind to care about doing such acts in the hallway, that is until you hear someone wolf whistle at you both effectively breaking you both from your daze of lust.

“Thanks Taro,” Jaemin chuckles when you attach your lips to his throat, “it’s not like we're busy or anything.” the other simply winks and walks away leaving you two alone again, “Pretty, we should go to my room at least, I don’t think Jeno would appreciate me fucking you right here in our hallway.” he teases.

You whine and start leaving marks on his skin wherever you kiss. He chuckles at you and grabs your chin to get your attention on his words. If you thought you looked a mess before, now you were worse. Your eyes completely clouded with lust, your lips bright red bruised from kissing, your hair completely a mess and frizzed. He smirks at you before repeating his statement. You nod at him and break away from his hold on your chin diving back to leave marks on his neck. His large hands hold your ass as he carries you down the hall further to room. The moment he has the door closed he has you pinned against the door, this time he attacks your neck leaving matching hickeys across the blank canvas of your skin.

“Jaemin,” you whine, “aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“That desperate already? Do you want me to fuck you against the door? Let everyone know exactly what I’m doing to you. Or would you want me to fuck you in front of that mirror over there, watch how good I fuck you. See what you’ve been missing out on.” he groans as he grinds against you again.

“T-the mirror.” you whine.

He carefully places you on your feet again before guiding you to sit in front of the mirror between his legs. His hands push your hair off your shoulder before letting his hands ghost over your body. He places soft kisses onto your exposed neck and whispers dirty words into your ear once in a while. You whine when his hands stay in one place for a moment longer than he had in other places. His hands end up staying over your breasts cupping them as he continues kissing your neck.

“Look at you baby,” he rasps, “you look so pretty in my lap. Maybe you should be here more often.” you whimper at his comment, “Should I take these clothes off of you angel?”

“Please, Jaem I need it.” you practically moan.

He smirks at you before gently lifting the edge of your shirt up, he takes his time taking it off of you taking every chance he gets to tell you something completely filthy or praise you. By the time you top half was undressed you know your underwear is completely drenched with want for him. He lets his hands graze over the bare skin now, you let out small noises as his fingers make contact with your nipples. His hand eventually finds the waistband of your jeans and flick the button open. You’re practically squirming at this point trying to get any attention you can from him.

“Jaemin, please, I can’t take it anymore. Do something, anything, just want to feel you.” you beg when he takes too long to get the rest of your clothes off.

“Oh? You don’t want me to take my time?” he fakes surprise, “Very well pretty, I can move faster for you.”

His touches become completely different now, he’s rougher with you, he practically rips the rest of your clothes off and forces your thighs apart. He hums as he assesses and sees how you look impossibly more desperate. You turn your head and lean it back against his shoulder. He looks down at you and makes eye contact, his eyes are dark and hard contrasting your begging desperate ones. You reach down and tug at his sleeve, you watch a smirk grow on his lips knowing exactly what you wanted.

“Do you want me to undress too, pretty?” he asks condescendingly, “I’ll take off my jacket and shirt but that’s all for now.” he tells you.

He leans your forward slightly as he shrugged his jacket off and lifted his plain white t-shirt over his head. You focus on his body through the mirror seeing how his arm muscles flexed as he moved his shirt, the moment you got a glimpse of his muscular torso you can practically feel yourself getting wetter. His arm wraps across your front pulling you back against his bare chest. Having skin to skin contact only made you more desperate, his other hand begins running up and down on your thigh making you squirm under his grasp. He moves his hand to rest on the inner part of your thigh pressing it down to fully expose you to him. His fingers slide to graze over your soaked core making you moan finally getting contact where you wanted it.

“My, my, pretty,” he muses, “look how fucking soaked you are. And all for me.”

“Just for you Jaem, please just do something.” you nearly cry out.

He lets his fingers run through your folds, not giving you as much as you really want. He toys with your clit before moving to run his fingers up and down the wet skin again. You buck your hips up into his hand as a silent plea to get more contact. He smirks against your hair and finally plunges two fingers into you. You let out a loud moan, finally feeling him inside you somehow. He doesn’t let you adjust to his ministrations, he sets a fast pace drilling his fingers into you. His other hand busies itself tugging and rolling your nipple only making you feel even more needy. You let out moans shamelessly the more he continues, you can’t have a single cohesive thought with how he’s treating you. The only thing on your mind was Jaemin Jaemin Jaemin.

“Pretty,” he breathes against your shoulder, “look at that,” he muses, “look how fucking wet you are for me, taking my fingers so good. I can’t wait to see how you look on my cock.”

“Please, let me.” you moan, reaching behind you to palm him through his pants.

He grabs your wrist for the third time tonight and pushes you forward so your chest is against the carpet. He takes both his hands and grabs you ass, you try to stop yourself from making any more noises. He pushes his fingers back into you, setting the same brutal pace he had before. You look up slightly into the mirror and see him behind you shuffling, all you can do is hope he’s taking off the rest of his clothes as he makes you fall apart on his fingers. You reach back and press your own fingers against your clit rubbing it in small circles matching the pace that Jaemin set with his own. Your high was so close and you could practically taste it. That’s when he pulls his fingers out of you. He laughs when you whine at him.

“Come here pretty, sit on my cock like a good girl.” he smirks at you as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror.

You couldn’t trust your voice to be stable enough to respond. You lean your body back and quickly hover your body over his waiting member. He presses small kisses into your shoulder before guiding you down onto him. You let out a broken whimper when he was fully inside you. Looking at the sight in the mirror you look like an absolute wreck, your makeup was smeared across your face and your neck was completely covered in marks thanks to the man behind you. You give an experimental bounce on him making you both moan at the feeling, you knew you wouldn’t be able to support yourself for very long though. You lean your body back against his chest and he takes your waist in his hands helping you bounce on him. He groans as he sets a rather quick pace. You clench around him as more moans fly from your lips. One of his hands snake down to find your clit again rubbing it as you continue your motions. He looks at the mirror seeing how absolutely wrecked you look.

“Fuck, look at that pretty. You’re taking my cock so well, knew you were made for me.” he breathes out.

“Jaem, I want more.” you moan, “Please.”

He moves his hand off your waist and turns your head towards his face. He captures your lips in a sloppy kiss. Your hair fell in both your faces as you kissed but you couldn’t care less, he was making you feel better than anyone else ever has and you did not care how much of a mess you looked. Your high began to build up again, your belly filling with a heat that could only be satisfied by him. His thrusts became uneven and more aggressive as his high approached as well. Your lips never separate from each other, you gasp and moan against each other but never pull away for more than a half second. Opening your eyes for a moment, you glance at the mirror and the sight you see has to be the most arousing thing you’ve ever seen. The way Jaemin drills into you, you swear you see stars. You had no idea why you pretended to hate him for so long when this chemistry was laying right below the surface.

“Jaem, I’m gonna cum.” you whine out, against his lips “God, you make me feel so fucking good.” you moan again.

“Go on pretty, make a mess on my cock. You have no idea how beautiful you look on me.”

You let your orgasm explode from you leaving you shaking in Jaemin’s lap. Your mouth hangs open in a silent moan as he continues his thrusts helping you ride out your orgasm. You grab onto his hair with one hand while the other grips his arm trying to keep your sanity. He lets out quiet raspy moans as your walls flutter around him. His high came right after yours, he pulled out and released ropes of cum across your belly. He bit down on your shoulder leaving another mark behind trying to keep himself from moaning too loud. You both stay there for a moment catching your breath after the intensity that was your orgasms. He reached over at one point grabbing a random t-shirt to wipe the cum from your belly. You protested saying you really needed a shower.

“Pretty, do you really expect the bathroom to be open during a party? Someone’s probably in there getting their dick wet right now.” he chuckles lightly, “Sleep over, we can shower in the morning.”

You turn around in his lap and hug him, you bury your face in his shoulder. He smiles and wraps his arms around your middle hugging you back. Your breathing began to even out as he held you, he knew you were going to be falling asleep soon. Lifting you up he placed you on his bed before heading to his closet. You watch him quietly and happily as he throws a pair of grey sweats on (which you were very happy about) and turns to you again holding a larger t-shirt. Soon enough he was standing in front of you and helping you put the shirt on. As he does so you hear people counting down the last ten seconds of the year. The moment you hear the people in his living room shout ‘happy new year’ you gently push yourself forward and kiss him softly.

“Happy New Year Jaemin.” you smile sleepily.

“Happy New Year pretty.” he smiles back, “I’m happy I can go into the new year having you as my girlfriend rather than whatever stupid fake hatred we had before.”

“And I’m happy to have you as my boyfriend.” you yawn.

“Sleep, pretty, we can talk more in the morning.” he tells you, getting you both comfy in his bed.

Little Bonus Scene:

“Jaemin,” you hear someone whining, effectively waking you up.

You don’t dare move though, you stay in the comforting warmth of your boyfriend’s arms. Jaemin is still passed out as he holds you, he is completely unaware of someone calling him. You begin to fall back to sleep when you hear the person whine for Jaemin again. Not even a moment later his bedroom door swings open and loudly hits against his wall. You hear Jaemin groan and wrap his arms around you tighter.

“Jaemin!” you finally register it’s Jeno, “Oh fuck, never mind I can make my own hangover soup.” he quickly starts to back out, “Good job though, it’s about time you two sorted out those emotions.”

“Just get the fuck out Jeno.” Jaemin groans, throwing a pillow at him in the process.

You laugh and stretch up a bit to kiss him, “Good morning you.”

“Good morning, pretty. We’re staying in bed for a while still though. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

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byeolhyesisi · 3 years

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MY MUSE; NA JAEMIN

brother'sbff!na jaemin x reader

A lot happened in a span of three days. Your brother Jeno was away for a project while your parents left for a business trip, leaving you alone. Despite initially refusing, Jaemin still looked after you and kept you company.

genre: brother's best friend au, soft, non-idol au, short fic, fluff

words: 2.7k+

warning: was only slightly proofread, flow may be fast, and the writing might be filled with flaws:( im sorry in advance!><

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @leolo404 @peachysunq @aghaczen @deysii @trashlord-007 @intokook @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @czenshireland @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @n4eoni

Na Jaemin. A name that you will never get tired of and a person that you will never get sick of. He's notably two years older than you, and most importantly, he's your brother's best friend.

As a child, you would always see your older brother Jeno hangout with his friends. But you always saw one particular friend, and that was Jaemin. "He's a very unique person." Your brother once said, and you couldn't agree more. Jaemin was caring, fun, and weird in a good way. There was something alluring about him. Maybe it's his witty personality, his talents, or just him in a whole. You can't deny that you developed a small crush over your brother's best friend. I mean, who wouldn't?

Since he's your senior in university and you're pursuing the same major as him, which was photography, you saw him a lot. You noticed that he was a heartthrob but he didn't seem to know it. It was like he was oblivious over the fact that hundreds of girls are swooning over him; heck even people out of the university are swooning over him. Maybe it just simply wasn't worth Jaemin's time for him to acknowledge it, but Jeno shared that his friend was fully aware, he just wanted to focus on his studies more.

So yeah it wasn't worth his time indeed.

Jaemin didn't even have any involvement in romantic relationships before; he had no girlfriend since birth and for some reason it sparked a small twinkle of hope for you. But oh well, he wants to study first. It's not like he'll ever see you that way anyways, right? Because for him, you're just Jeno's little sister.

To be fair, you're pretty close with Jaemin and that's enough for you. He used to babysit you before (despite being in your teens when those times would happen) and it helped the path for a small friendship to form. Jeno jokingly wishes that he didn't let the two of you become close.

"Knock knock." A muffled voice clear enough to be heard from the other side of your room's door caught your attention. "Come in." You uttered, shifting your gaze from your laptop's screen to your door. The door creaked open and behold it revealed Na Jaemin. A smile was displayed on his face, and you noticed that the black locks that adorned his head was now a shade of blue. "Jeno Lee is summoning the almighty one~" He said in a singsong manner, chuckling afterwards. "Tch. What does he want?" You answered playfully with a fake tone of annoyance in your voice that made Jaemin smile wider. "Now now, let's just go downstairs." Spoke the blueberry haired boy. You quickly stood up to your feet then stepped out of your room with Jaemin waiting for you. A slight flutter from your heart made you smile uncontrollably as you both walked down the flight of stairs.

"You dyed your hair?" You asked. "Mhm, your brother forced me to." He replied. "Hey I did not force you to." Chimed Jeno, who heard the conversation.

"So what do you need the almighty one for?"

"Oh my god stop calling yourself that. You don't even look almighty." Jeno bantered.

There was a dramatic gasp that resonated throughout the room and it came from Jaemin. "The disrespect. How could you?" His best friend remarked, and you saw your brother roll his eyes jokingly. "God. I regret letting him babysit you that one time. Now the two of you act like you both function with the same brain." Jeno stated. "But anyways, I'll be gone the whole weekend because of a project and mom and dad will be out for a business trip. Are you ok with being alone or do you want Jaemin to look after you?" He added, anticipating for your reply.

"I can handle myself. Plus he's probably busy too." You responded to which Jaemin calmly butted in, "It's fine by me, actually."

As much as you want to spend time with him, you think that it'll be unhealthy for your feelings to continue overflowing. Besides, you're a grown woman. Well, you're turning twenty-one this year but the point still stands. You can handle yourself. You don't want to bother Jaemin and you don't want to make it seem like you're his responsibility. He really doesn't have to look after you. "I'll be fine, I promise. You don't have to worry about me." You swore, raising your your right hand slightly as if you were making an oath.

Jeno and Jaemin exchanged glances, as if they were having a telepathic conversation, eventually sighing in agreement afterwards. "Alright alright. Just be careful ok?" Your brother spoke. "Aww, you're concerned for me?" "I take it back. Don't be careful—" Jaemin laughed at the siblings' playful exchange of words.

The next day was a Friday and surprisingly enough, it was announced through the university's website that there will be no classes today. Your brother already left for his project while your parents left very early in the morning. You assumed Jeno had to leave a day early because he'll sleep over Chenle's house to make their travel the following day faster without waiting for someone to arrive.

You woke up at nine in the morning and you spent the rest of it upstairs in your room. Just like the usual. Nothing interesting happens in your life if you were to be honest, but you like it that way. The pending tasks you had were already finished and as much as you hate going to university, you also kind of hate being stuck in your room doing nothing. Jeno isn't there to bother you (and vice versa), none of your close friends are free to bond with you, and you don't have anyone else in mind that can keep you company. Well, maybe you do have someone in mind. Maybe you should've said yes when you were offered if you wanted Jaemin to look after you, but it's a long weekend and he should be spending it without the worry of having to check on someone.

A grumble in your stomach interrupted you as you watched a rom-com out of boredom. Sighing, you paused the movie and got up to satisfy your hunger. When you already managed to reach the kitchen and open up the fridge, you inhaled sharply at the sight of its contents. You're not a picky eater but none of the food you see looks appetising to you. You guess you could just eat a bowl of cereal but you weren't in the mood for it. A defeated sigh escaped your lips. You were about to order food online when the doorbell rang, and it rendered you confused. Who might it be? You thought to yourself.

A part of you was scared since you're home alone, but you carefully approached the front door and it made you wish it had a peeping hole. The doorbell rang again throughout the quiet house. When you opened the door slightly to have a small peak, you saw Jaemin wearing his favorite mint-colored hoodie while holding a plastic bag in his hands. "Oh hey, what's up." You said with relief that it wasn't some stranger after you opened the door widely. "I know you said you can handle yourself, but I really wanted to check up on you." The boy with blue hair explained with a sincere tone in his voice. The thought of his simple action made your cheeks heat up. You pray that it wasn't obvious that you're blushing. "You really didn't have to, Jaem." That was all you managed to utter before showing a small smile. Jaemin chuckled before you let him in. He placed the plastic bag on the kitchen counter and took out two containers.

"I bought some takeout. I had a gut feeling you might be hungry." He calmly stated.

"I was just about to order online when you rang the doorbell!" The two of you laughed at the coincidental timing.

He swore to himself that you looked adorable while you munched on the takeout he bought for you. The phrase 'thank you' was all you ever said over and over to him. As if saying it once wasn't enough to express your gratitude. "Are you bored?" He asked as you finish up the food. "Yeah I am. Who knew I'd miss messing with Jeno. And it has only been a day!" You answered with a laugh. "Do you want me to stay?" His question took you aback. Although it is common for him to do or say things like these, because of your particular liking over him, it made every kind gesture he does summon a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. Hesitation to answer his question was all you felt. "I'll stay. I'll keep you company." Jaemin answered his own question after sensing the hesitation. "Jaem—" "I want to stay." He cut you off with a determined yet gentle voice. Now you were pretty sure it was obvious that you were as red as a tomato.

The blueberry boy suggested to take a quick and short stroll on a nearby park with your camera in hand. Of course, you agreed. "Can you stand near that tree? I'll take a photo of you." You directed him. "You sound like my mom." He joked as he stood near the tree for you to take the photo. The stroll at the park consisted of you taking photos of Jaemin, while he gladly became your model. You snapped some photos of the environment too, and before you knew it, the quick and short stroll became a long one because it was already getting dark. You spent almost half of the day with Na Jaemin. "(Y/N), can I borrow your camera?" Asked Jaemin. You looked at him then nodded, passing your camera to the blue-haired boy. Both of your hands softly brushed against eachother just like those cliches you would encounter in romantic movies and novels. The butterflies were there again and it made you hastily avert your gaze.

Without you knowing, Jaemin pointed the camera at you. Before even taking the picture, he couldn't help but smile to himself, staring at your figure through the camera lens while you were still bashful because of the flutters in your heart. He snapped the picture and the camera flashed, essentially making you look at him with wide eyes. "You took a picture of me?" You asked with slight shock. "I'm sorry, I should've asked permission first— but hey it looked great don't worry!" Jaemin shyly and nervously replied. "No no it's fine. I didn't think you would take a picture of me." You admitted. "You took photos of me... so I thought it'd be fair for me to take at least one photo of you." Explained the blueberry boy, internally sighing in relief.

He walked you home and you thanked him for it. The two of you exchanged your 'goodnights' and as soon as you closed the door, you don't think you'd be able to get him out of your mind.

Jaemin visited again the next day and he had his own camera with him. "Do you want to go to the park again? I had fun taking photos with you." He said with a smile and it warmed your heart. Just like yesterday, you agreed and so here you are; capturing photos with your brother's best friend. It was like your very own bonding time with him, and it filled you with this blissful feeling. You would sneak some pictures of Jaemin. Half of them were photos where he pretended he wasn't aware of the camera. He found it adorable. You were adorable. It made him want to take care of you every day.

"Jaemin look at the clouds! They look so pretty, let's take a photo." You sounded like a giddy child that was given candy. You pointed the camera at the sky while Jaemin pointed his at yours. He never knew he would see a much more beautiful view.

He had a soft spot for you ever since, yet he didn't expect for it to grow and he was afraid of it; you are his best friend's sister after all. He snapped himself back to his senses and captures the photo with you being its focus.

This was how the two of you spent the whole day, ending it with Jaemin walking you home again when it's already dark.

Here comes another new day, and Jeno sent you a text saying he'll already be back home tonight at six and you replied with a thumbs up. The past two days that you've spent with Jaemin makes you paranoid. If he finds out I like him, would he ignore me? You thought to yourself. It suddenly made you conscious. What if he starts to view me as a pathetic person? A lot 'what ifs' flooded your mind but it was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Opening the door, it revealed the person you were just being paranoid about with his camera hanging around his neck thanks to its strap. "So early in the morning?" You chuckled. "Yeah I should've thought about the time. Sorry." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Is this a thing for us now? Take strolls and capture photos?" Initially your statement was supposed to be a joke, but Jaemin grinned before he hummed in agreement. "Mhm, just like how Jeno and I go on bike dates." He said gleefully.

He gave you time to fix yourself before doing your newfound hobby together. There were always something new to capture. For you it was stolen photos of Jaemin, and for him it was stolen photos of you. Everything was pure starting from your friendship and your moments together. Photos that are love in disguise were the ones that the both of you will cherish. Today, Jaemin couldn't help but to stare. He thought that you looked good in the neutral-colored sweatshirt you were wearing. Though, he was pretty sure it's the one Jeno has been complaining about because you stole it. "Jaemin, are you ok?" The sound of your soft voice brought him back to earth. He nodded, finding himself unable to reply verbally.

He realized it now. He wants to admit it now. He doesn't want to be afraid of it anymore. "(Y/N)." He called out your name and it made you gaze into his warm eyes.

"I like you. Like a lot." Na Jaemin confessed. "I really really really like you." He continued. "I want to always take care of you."

You were astonished. You thought that you probably misheard him; that he was saying something different. But no. It was true, and it was sure. "Why?" One word was the only thing you could manage to say. It was the only thing you could think of at this moment.

"Because you're my muse and you're prettier than the view. You have always been prettier than the view."

It was overwhelming. You wanted to cry. You knew he was nervous judging by the way he was fidgeting his fingers. You knew you had to give a proper response and so you did.

"I like you a lot too." You spoke shyly while Jaemin flashed a relieved smile, and so did you.

Nighttime has already began and as usual, he walked you home. Both of your fingers were intertwined with one another and it felt soothing. It felt like home.

Jaemin was in denial of his feelings before because he was fearful of you and your brother's reaction. Meanwhile, you were paranoid of what would the outcomes be if you confessed. The love kept in a photograph is no longer disguised. The love kept in a photograph is now being expressed without fear or paranoia.

"Thank god that you finally confessed." A familiar voice said, and it came from none other than your brother. "JENO!" You exclaimed, quickly detaching your hand from Jaemin's. "I know I had glasses, but that didn't mean I couldn't see the heart eyes you had for eachother. I regret getting lasik surgery because I saw it in a more clearer vision." Jeno commented, playfully shivering.

"What are you doing outside anyways—?" You huffed at your brother. "I forgot my keys." He answered sheepishly. You rolled your eyes before walking up to the front door to unlock it with your duplicate of the house key. Jeno approached his best friend as soon as you turned around, putting an arm around Jaemin's shoulder. "You're my bro but if she cries and it's because of you, you're dead." Your brother gave him an ambiguous smile. "Roger that." Jaemin responded with a brief chuckle. Jeno gave him a pat on the back before entering the house. You looked back at Jaemin, waving him goodbye and he did the same.

You entered the house with a smile on your face while he went home with you in his mind. Who knew a lot of things would happen in the span of three days?

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jisungsmochi · 3 years

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nct dream reaction: them getting jealous when you are getting closer to another member

okay trust me, i’m writing some new fics, i just finished this first so here it is

mark:

i feel like he is the type of have A LOT of trust in his partner - without trust, he wouldn’t even be in a relationship with someone

he wouldn’t mind you having other guy friends, just as long as you were clear about your relationship with them

he knew that you and renjun were friends prior to your relationship

so naturally, he was aware that you guys were already close

but whenever he saw renjun lean in closer towards you whenever you were talking

or whispering small inside jokes into your ear

he couldn’t help but feel annoyed?

of course he trusted you, and he trusted renjun

but the sight of you two being so close made him feel uneasy

so he would opt to leave the room, not wanting to do or say anything he would regret

as i mentioned, he has a lot of trust in his partner, he wouldn’t want them to not trust him in return

you would run after mark the moment you heard the door close behind him

you approached him cautiously, your fingers softly tapping his shoulder

“hey, are you okay? did i say something?”

“no you didn’t say or do anything at all. it’s just me” he shrugged, fuelling your concern

“what’s up? you know you can tell me” mark begins to feel slightly embarrassed at this point

“i-i was jealous of you and renjun, okay? i know it’s silly” it caught you off guard, you never really saw mark as the jealous type

but this only meant that he really liked you

you shook your head playfully, wrapping your arms around his torso, smiling into his chest

“it’s not silly, you can tell me how you feel. i actually prefer it, rather than you leaving and staying quiet, you know?” mark just nods, his hand rubbing your back softly

he was so lucky to have someone like you in his life, everything felt complete

renjun:

hmm i have some mixed feelings about how he would react

i feel like he would go for someone who is independent and has their own strong personality

basically he would prefer a partner that isn’t too dependent on him, you know?

but when he sees how social / close you’ve become with jaemin, he’s about to lose it completely

jaemin was naturally flirty, and you were naturally enticing to be around

that mix was not a good look in renjun’s eyes

he wanted nothing more than to pry you away from his friend

but he didn’t want to be labelled as the ‘possessive’ or ‘overbearing’ boyfriend

you would always shift your eyes to make contact with renjun’s, assuring him that you were still paying attention to him

but it still wasn’t enough for him to stop feeling jealous

once jaemin laid his hand on your shoulder and moved closer to you (a little too close to comfort for renjun) — he snapped

renjun would excuse the both of you, pulling you along with him out of the room

“i-i don’t like jaemin touching you like that”

you found it slightly amusing that he was jealous. of course you took it as a friendly touch, but you understood how it looked to renjun

“that’s just how he is. you’re the only one i want to hold hands with” you link your hands with his tightly

he starts to go quiet

“and you’re the only one i want to kiss” you peck his cheek gently “like this”

renjun felt his cheeks heat up from the touch, immediately feeling shy infront of you

“o-okay, i just got jealous, that’s all” he pouted

“i know, and that’s okay! just remember that i’m all yours, and only yours, okay?”

jeno:

very very protective

makes it clear that he can get jealous but you had never seen it first hand

so when he saw you laugh a bit too hard at one of haechan’s jokes, he felt his heart slightly ache

‘i’m not as funny as haechan’

‘they looks so much happier with him’ he would think to himself

despite his tough exterior, jeno had a lot of insecurities inside

he doesn’t think he has ever seen you laugh that hard at one of his jokes before

so he starts to get quiet, distracting himself with his phone

suddenly the laugher stops as you make you way to sit down next to your boyfriend

he honestly would be a bit petty at first, only responding with one word answers, until haechan calls him out

“dude, get off your phone and talk to your partner”

“dude, how about you stop flirting with my partner then?” jeno grunts, causing the whole room to go quiet.

you felt so embarrassed, apologising to haechan quietly before dragging jeno away from the group

“what was that? it wasn’t cool, you have to apologise to him!” you folded your arms, not comprehending how jeno was feeling

“what? i’m not apologising. you obviously enjoyed his flirting!”

“jeno, you’re being quite unreasonable right now. it was just some harmless jokes, nothing more” you tried to reassure him

he knew you were right, but he was stubborn at times

“look at me” you brought his face between your palms

“go and apologise to haechan, and then we can go home and cuddle, and also have a deep talk about all of this. sound good?” you suggested

jeno nodded, placing a soft kiss to your forehead

he was whipped for you, this only solidified how he truly felt

haechan:

oh the pettiest of them all

would make it known he was NOT happy with you leaning in so close to mark

you were at a formal function for the celebration of their new album dropping

a lot of people attended, meaning you had to lean in closer than usual just to hear someone speak

haechan couldn’t hide his jealousy when you slapped mark’s shoulder playfully

“jeez, stop shooting holes into mark’s head!” jaemin joked, causing haechan to start glaring at him

renjun tried his best to call down the heated boy

“you know mark wouldn’t ever try anything, don’t get it all twisted in your head, alright?”

haechan just nodded, he knew renjun was just speaking facts

you eventually went to seek out your boyfriend, catching him by the drinks table

“hey, where have you been? i was looking everywhere for you”

“clearly not everywhere”

that caught you off guard

“excuse me? what’s your deal?”

haechan sighs at you, knowing that he shouldn’t have been snappy towards you

“let’s just not make it a bigger deal than it is, i was just jealous of how close you and mark were tonight. you barely talked to me, that’s all” he tried to shrug it off, but you knew him better than that

you placed a firm squeeze to your boyfriend’s shoulder

“if it upset you so much, you know you could have just talked to me? i would never intentionally ignore you like that, i was just so excited for tonight”

haechan nods, pulling you to his side slowly, his arm latched to your waist

“i know and i’m sorry, would you care to dance?” he slightly bit the side of his lip as you nodded enthusiastically

“of course i would” you would drag him to the dance floor as you swayed along to a random ballad playing through the speakers

the rest of the night was full of laughter and smiles once haechan realised he was worried for no damn reason

jaemin:

i see him as someone who can get easily jealous

if another guy even looked at you the wrong way, jaemin has his eyes on them

i feel like he does have self control tho and would choose to not act upon his jealousy

but one day he just snapped

you were playing video games with jeno while you were waiting for jaemin to come home

it wasn’t unusual for you to do so

but one time you didn’t greet jaemin when he came through the door because you were too engrossed in the game

he wouldn’t say anything at first, understanding that you just wanted to beat jeno’s ass

so he makes himself a sandwich before sitting down on the couch with you, pulling you to his side

you slightly shrug him off,

“hey, let me finish this round” you don’t even look at him, which made jeno chuckle

jaemin glared at his friend, but was still in shock by your reaction

“jaem, they’re good at this game, have you been teaching them?” jeno nudges you gently as he continued to play

jaemin was beyond pissed at this point

not only was his significant other ignoring him but his friend was sitting a little too close for his liking

he tries to grab your attention again, tugging on the sleeve of your hoodie, pressing his cheek to your shoulder

“baby, i missed you” he whispered in your ear, distracting you from the game, making you lose the round

“jaem, look what you did now!” you pout, turning to face him

jeno sensed there was tension and quickly scurried off to his own room

“i’m sorry i ruined your SUPER fun game with jeno” he scoffed

“oh please, you know we are just friends. the ONE time i don’t give you an ounce of attention, you wanna act up huh?”

jaemin was now pouting, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater

you let out a sigh before moving to sit closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder

“i’m sorry, i was just getting jealous of how close you guys are now, i want you to play games with me instead! i can teach you everything he can!”

you shook your head before linking your fingers with his

“i know you can, how about tomorrow? the whole day will be just for you and me!” jaemin’s eyes gleamed at the thought, attacking you with hugs and kisses

‘well that was easier than expected’ you thought to yourself

chenle:

seems like the jealous type

idk i get them vibes ya know?

let’s say you invited jisung to go shopping with you while chenle had a different schedule

at first, he’d be like ‘oh yeah go for it!’ bc well, it was just jisung

he had nothing to be worried about

but once he saw you post multiple stories on instagram of yours and jisung’s day out, he couldn’t help but be filled with rage

from eating cute cafe desserts, to buying plushies and even going to the arcade together

chenle was upset to say the least

not only did he miss out on spending time with you, he felt you were slowly replacing him with his best friend

but of course that was the furthest thing from the truth

the tipping point was when jisung posted a mirror selfie of the two of you wearing matching bucket hats

chenle felt his heart ACHE

when you both returned to the dorms, chenle immediately snatched you away, refusing to even greet jisung

jisung stood there like 🧍🏻

anyways chenle would drag you to his room, shutting the door quickly

you were so mf confused

“be honest, do you like jisung more than me?”

you were flabbergasted, was he on crack?

“what? where is this coming from? of course i don’t like him more than you!”

chenle allowed himself to calm down before continuing, shouting wasn’t going to get him anywhere

“well then why did you do so many fun things with him today? you even got matching hats!” he frowned, folding his arms

“we were just hanging out as friends! i promise. and we actually bought you a hat too! i wanted us to all be matching, since we were like a trio. i didn’t know that upset you”

he felt like a complete idiot

“n-no i’m sorry i assumed things, please don’t hate me” chenle pulled you into his chest

“i could never hate you, even if i tried” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his torso

jisung:

oh boy

he’s the silent type,, he would want to avoid any awkward confrontation at all costs

he would bottle up his jealousy until one day he just explodes

i feel like jisung needs a lot of reassurance if he was in a relationship

he didn’t like the sinking feeling in his stomach whenever he saw you and chenle together

things such as playful hits to the shoulder or chest, loud laughter and friendly compliments were seen as subtle flirtations to jisung

you would always try your best to include jisung in your inside jokes with chenle but he’d always shrug it off

“nah it’s just a thing between you two”

comments like those, rubbed you the wrong way and you could tell chenle was slightly bothered too

each time you tried to ask jisung about it, he’d brush it off

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

“are you sure? because you were kind of being cold to us, don’t you think?”

“doesn’t feel nice when you’re excluded, does it?” you were beyond confused

“can you please talk to me about what’s going on? i don’t like seeing you like this” you pull jisung to across from you on his bed

he avoided your eyes at all costs, fiddling with his rabbit plushie

“i’m jealous” he mumbled

“come again?”

“IM JEALOUS OKAY?” he threw his hands in the air hysterically, catching you off guard

“sometimes i don’t like how close you are with chenle. it seems like you are closer to him than me! i want to make you laugh like that, and i want to buy you nice things. and i want you to hit me playfully”

you listened closely to each concern

you brought your hand to enclose his, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles

“jisung, you’re the only person in this world that makes me laugh so hard that my ribs hurt. buying me nice things won’t change how i already feel towards you. and we can definitely try to be more playful with eachother” you started running your hands through his hair as he slowly shuffled closer to you

“t-thankyou, it’s nice to get it off my chest”

“of course, you have nothing to worry about” you placed a kiss to his forehead as you both spent the night cuddling

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Genre: Tooth rotting fluff Words: 8.590 Prompt: Hockey Player Jeno feat. best friend Jaemin, love letters? Warnings: none..?

A/N: This was written for @woahhwa for the @kafenetwork kafeholidays event! Hi Ru! I had so much fun talking to you when tumblr wasn’t eating my asks! I hope you liked this and it incorporates some of the things you said you liked. Also. Warning: I know absolutely nothing about hockey so please bear with me :] As always thank you to @burtonized for always listening to my rambles and telling me that my writing doesn’t suck. Also literally no one asked for me to put Johnny into this but I am a simple woman and miss him and his gorgeous hair. I am sorry for this horrible title...

The red numbers on the clock over the rink slowly counted down, the last minute of the game beginning. You had your hands tightly clutched together, sitting on the edge of the seat as you watched your home team in the orange and blue tricots trying to defend the last push of the opposing team. Mark Lee - on the defense - body checked the opposing wing player, who had been pushing forward, hardly into the banister, causing him to lose the puck. Quick on his feet like always, Ten snatched it from him and took a sharp turn to avoid the second wing player, using his smaller size to his advantage so he could push forward into the last third before the huge defender of the opposing team tackled him harshly. But like the genius player he was, Donghyuck had anticipated it, screaming Ten’s name at the top of his lungs so the elder had the time to pass the puck on to his wingplayer. Using his momentum from following Ten, Donghyuk pulled both of the opposing defenders towards him, leaving the star player of the team - Lee Jeno - free right in front of the goalie. A huge mistake. With a mischievous grin on his lips, Donghyuck waited until the very last second to pass the puck straight to Jeno who didn’t hesitate even for a second to take his shot: Hitting the puck with all his strength, he sent the rubber flying right past the goalie’s body, slamming into the net of the goal.

The crowd around you erupted in loud screams and cheers, everyone jumping up from their seats and celebrating the last minute goal as the red timer on the scoreboard ticked down to zero, the loud noise of a horn mixing with the cheers of the students. In the middle of all of this you were hugging your best friend, screaming loudly before turning back to look into the rink where the other boys had buried Lee Jeno beneath them, hockey sticks scattered around them. The other team had already angrily left the rink, collecting their stuff to make their way to the locker rooms when the boys finally let off and let their MVP breathe. Grinning broadly they took their helmets off one by one, shaking out their matted hair and just like after every game, the sight of Jeno’s midnight blue messy hair took your breath away. Once you could muster up the courage to talk to him, you wanted to ask if he had dyed it to match the color of their blue and orange jerseys. But even though you went to every single one of their home games and sometimes even went down to the rink to congratulate them, you had yet to speak more than three words with their handsome center forward player with the 23 on his back.

“Let’s go down to congratulate them, this was insane,” Jaemin said before already pulling you down the stairs against the tide of people that were already leaving. A couple of the player’s friends had already gathered at the rink, cheering them on and clapping them on their padded shoulders. You could make out the University’s heartthrob Johnny Suh - a volleyball player himself - fondly petting his best friend’s head which made Ten smile brighter than the harsh lights that illuminated the ice. A group of other boys from your year that you knew from a couple of your courses had rounded Donghyuck and Mark and looked like they were currently mocking the elder for his misplay that had led to the early goal of the opposing team, leaving their goalkeeper Yangyang almost no time to react. With a loud thud Jeno joined the circle, clinging to Mark’s back who cried out in pain from how hard the impact had been. The newest addition to the team, a tall freshman with the number 27 on his back, awkwardly shuffled on the ice before the team captain - Sicheng - pulled him over to where they were celebrating.

“Yooooo, boys this was sick!” Jaemin called out when he jumped down the last couple of steps before joining his friends who had stopped mocking Mark for a little while. But that wouldn’t be for long and you knew it. You had been their fan for quite some time now and knew that Donghyuck would not let Mark live and would bother him about it for a long time. “Watch your back, stupid,” you mumbled after your best friend who had been part of the team last year but had to quit playing for an undefined amount of time due to some issues with his back. He was the one who had originally gotten you into this sport which had led to your crush on Lee Jeno. So basically Na Jaemin was the reason you had the worst everlasting crush on a boy you barely knew and were way too shy to talk to even if he shared a ridiculous number of classes with you this year. But to Lee Jeno you must just be Jaemin’s weird friend he still knew from his childhood.

Slowly you approached the circle of boys, trying to hide as much of your face as possible in the bright orange scarf you had wrapped around your neck to shield yourself from the cold of the stadium. Jaemin was already retelling the highlights of the game in rapid-fire double time rapping speed, gesturing broadly and making the players laugh. “If you were to commentate the games they would probably be twice as fun to watch,” you spoke your mind when your best friend had to take a deep breath, making all of them stare at you which promptly lead to blood to rush to your face. “Yoooo, that would be such a good idea,” Mark broke the silence, his eyes wide, “Since you know all the rules and stuff.” “Also I wouldn’t be biased at all,” Jaemin just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he can’t just trash talk the other team during the whole game,” Sicheng threw in. “But it would be fun,” Yangyang mused. He had finally managed to get all of his extra protective gear off, his dark hair hanging into his eyes. “You should try it, Jaem,” Jeno also agreed. “I’d rather join you on the ice, you know,” your best friend mumbled, shooting the rink a longing gaze. “You’ll be back with us in no time once your back is healed,” Sicheng smiled, patting him on the shoulder with his still gloved hand, “Just give me a call and I’ll unlock the rink for you to make a couple of rounds.” “What am I, a short track athlete?” Jaemin grumbled but nodded his head anyways. He had been an amazing sprinter until he had exchanged the goggles and tight suits for heavy padding and a stick some time in high school.

“What’s this gloomy atmosphere? We won guys!” Ten shouted over from where he had been talking to Johnny and some other upperclassman, “Let’s get out of these uniforms and have some food to celebrate, Sicheng is paying.” “I am what?” The team captain protested but his complaints were lost in the cheers of the younger members of the team who quickly scrambled to get to the lockers to shower and change, their stomachs always bottomless holes after an intense game. “Let’s go home then,” Jaemin suggested, raking a hand through his caramel hair. You could tell he was still sad about not being able to be with his boys but he made an effort to hide his inner struggle. “Jaem!” A voice called you back when you turned to climb up the stairs and Lee Jeno skidded effortlessly over the ice to roughly collide with the side of the rink again. “You know you can join us, right?” A smile spread over your friend’s lips but he shook his head. “I can’t leave this one all to herself.” “The more the merrier,” Jeno just answered, looking you straight in the eye which lead to your heart missing a beat or two. He was covered in sweat and his hair was matted to his head, he should not have looked this attractive to you with his stupid half-moon eye smile and mole beneath his right eye. “I- I don’t want to mess up your all-boys time,” you tried to politely decline, scolding yourself for stuttering like this. You did not need to make an even bigger fool out of yourself. “It’s fine, really. Mark’s girlfriend is probably going to join us as well,” Jeno reassured you, “I’ll see you two outside!” He quickly added before crossing the rink again to disappear into the lockers, not leaving you two any more chance to decline.

“We’re not going to say no to a free meal, are we?” Jaemin grinned. “Wipe that grin off your face Nana,” you grumbled, scolding yourself for going for comfortable and warm clothes instead of pretty ones. What would Jeno think of you in your oversized blue hoodie and orange scarf? “Stop stressing, I can hear you thinking,” your friend whined, pulling you out of the by now empty stadium. “I look like a potato.” “No you don’t. You look fine. Jeno is not into the whole dolled up thing anyways.” Slapping his arm hard, you looked around if any of the players had already changed and overheard his comment. “You better keep your mouth shut, Na Jaemin or may god have mercy over you,” you hissed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he innocently blinked his eyes at you. “Na Jaemin, I swear to god. If you make me look like a fool in front of my crush that I should have never admitted to you, I WILL make you regret it.” “You don’t need me to make a fool out of yourself,” your best friend laughed, just barely dodging the punches you threw at him.

“Please be nice,” you whispered when the boys came out from the locker after a couple of minutes, their hair still damp from the shower they must have taken, their bags slung over their shoulders. Pictures of what a certain forward player must look like beneath his heavy padding and jersey flooded your mind for a second and you had to fight the heat that threatened to creep up on your cheeks. Mark’s girlfriend who had arrived a couple of minutes earlier and who you two had already told about the game, raced to fling herself into her boyfriend’s arms, giggling loudly when he almost toppled over from being thrown off balance. Somehow that image tugged at your heart and you wished that one day when you were finally not too shy to talk to Jeno, this could be the two of you.

Dinner was filled with a lot of loud laughter and just mildly annoyed waiters at the restaurant that had the best hot pot in town or so Sicheng claimed. But you really couldn’t even blame the poor waitress that had to deal with the hyped up hockey players. You mostly kept quiet, listening to their bickering and their stories. Donghyuck only retold how Mark had messed up in today’s game about three more times until he earned himself a rather hard slap to the back of his head from both Mark and Jeno. During the whole time you tried to steal secret glances at the forward player, admiring how fluffy his hair got after it had dried and how his glasses would fog up from the heat of the food until he took them off with an adorable but also really annoyed huff, stuffing them into the pocket of his neon green hoodie that should have looked ridiculous but he could pull it off. At this point you thought that he would look good in a plastic bag. God you really had it bad for him.

“Alright children, it’s bed time,” Ten exclaimed after everyone’s bellies were full, clapping his hands, “We should leave quickly so Sicheng can pay for the meal.” The team captain just sighed and leaned back in his seat while the others quickly shuffled around to sort out their bags and their jackets to hurry out of the restaurant, muttering words of thanks to Sicheng. You felt bad for him and lingered behind for a little before pressing a note into his hands that he declined with a little smile. “It’s fine,” he shook his head, handing the money back, “One mouth more or less doesn’t matter.” “Thank you for the meal, Sicheng,” you smiled. “Thank you for your support, you’re at every of our games, aren’t you?” Flustered you followed him to the register where a woman took his card to pay for the meal. “I try to make it. Jaemin doesn’t like going alone when he’s not allowed to play and I really enjoy watching you guys play. Your freshman really did so well.” “Sungchan is really talented,” Sicheng nodded, “He is such a great assent to the team and he compliments Jeno well. He’ll give Jaemin a run for his money when he comes back.” Smiling, you nodded. “I hope he’ll recover fast, he really misses you guys.” Taking his card back, Sicheng grimaced at the receipt. “We all miss him.”

Stepping outside in the cold, you were glad you had brought your thick jacket, your breath came out in little white clouds and Jaemin’s nose was already red. “I thought you’d never come back out, I am freezing over here,” he complained. Rolling your eyes at your roommate, you quickly said goodbye to Sicheng who once again told Jaemin to give him a call if he wanted to use the rink to skate for a while. On the way over to your apartment a little off of campus, you both kept quiet, each lost in your own thoughts. Even through your thick layers of clothing, the cold began seeping into your bones and you buried your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. But instead of the soft material of the inside of the pockets, your right hand came into contact with a neatly folded piece of paper. Confused you pulled it from your jacket and unfolded it. You didn’t remember stuffing that in there. In neat handwriting, a single sentence was written:

You look so pretty in blue.

What? You were so perplexed, you halted in your steps, staring at the piece of paper as if it would tell you what in the world was going on or how it had ended up in your pocket. Had one of the boys snuck the note into you jacket when they all had left before you and Sicheng? But why would any of them do that? What if... What if it had been Jeno? No, that couldn’t be. He was way out of your league and most definitely confident enough to tell you in person if he liked the honestly very much not special or pretty blue hoodie. “Hello? Earth to best friend?” Jaemin’s voice ripped you from your thoughts. He was standing a couple of steps in front of you, a questioning look on his features. “Did you just remember you left the stove on or something?” “N... No,” you muttered, shaking your head before shoving the note back into your pocket, catching up to Jaemin.

What you didn’t know was that would not be the last weird note you would find. The next one didn’t take long. You found it stuffed in your bag between your books on your second class of the day. Trying to not catch your friend’s attention so you wouldn’t have to explain the note, you carefully and secretly unfolded it to read the neatly written sentence.

You look great today, have a great start into the new week! Fighting!

Not unlike last time, you wondered who could have dropped the note into your bag. And when? Looking around the class you were currently in, your eyes caught on Lee Jeno’s midnight blue hair just a couple of seats in front of you. Had he been in your previous class as well? You couldn’t remember. But even if he had been, it was just wishful thinking that he had been the one to write the note. It was most likely a cruel joke someone was playing on you. Sighing you crumbled the piece of paper and focused back to what your professor was saying, trying to concentrate on taking notes instead of daydreaming while staring holes into Lee Jeno’s head like you had done way too often in this class. You weren’t very successful and when Jeno answered a question the professor had thrown at the class flawlessly, earning himself a couple of back pats from his friends that were seated around him, you couldn’t help but sigh. God, why did he have to be both smart and incredibly handsome? And on top of that a very talented hockey player.

A slap from your friend to your shoulder brought you back from your daydream to find the professor staring at you intensely. Shit. What had he asked? “Alright miss, I’d like a word with you after class. Now who can answer my question instead?” He spoke and you just wanted to ground to swallow you whole.

For the rest of the class you were just imagining all the worst case scenarios in your head of what the strict professor would scold you about. Would he make you do extra work for the class? Give you a bad grade all together? Or just humiliate you further? “Alright class, that will be it for today, you’re dismissed. Don’t forget to do the reading for next week and hand in your assignments on time,” the professor dismissed the class, immediately finding your eyes to nod his head sharply to indicate he hadn’t forget about you zoning out.

Discouraged after the scolding you had gotten from your professor about dozing off in his classes, you climbed the stairs to your seat to pack your stuff to go hide in your room until everyone would have forgotten how embarrassing the whole situation had been, especially Lee Jeno and his friends. But yet again another note was placed right on top of your notebook, seemingly written in a haste and carelessly ripped out of its original page.

Don’t take it to heart, it could have happened to anyone. Cheer up!

Okay maybe the someone who was writing you these notes actually wasn’t playing jokes on you and actually cared about you. You’d be lying if the few words hadn’t made you feel any better.

Over the next few weeks you found more and more notes. Some longer than others, some just a few hastily written words. Some were just a quick cheer up to help you get through a long day of class, some compliments about your outfit or your hair and some even little stories about the day of your admirer. Somehow you felt like you got to know him a little through his little messages. You even dared to say you looked forward to finding more and more notes.

One time your secret admirer even left you a coffee on your table at the library when you had gotten up from your seat to get more books to look up some information for the essay you were trying to finish. When you got back to your seat, you looked around quickly to see if the admirer was still around. But you only saw more students perched over books or their laptops, typing away. Just when you were about to get back to your own project, a white hoodie caught your eye between the dull lighting and brown colors of the library. Below a mop of blue hair, Lee Jeno shortly smiled at you from behind his glasses, toasting towards you with his own cup of coffee and you couldn’t help but notice that it was from the same shop the steaming cup in front of you was from. Picking it up, you toasted back and took a small sip to not completely burn your tongue before examining the cup which just said your name with a little heart on it. It could have been just a coincidence that Jeno chose to get coffee from the same place your admirer had. The shop was just a few meters from the library after all but the way Jeno had smiled at you, not his usual bright smile but something maybe a little more shy, made you believe it could actually have been him and you really hoped that he actually was.

But today you hadn’t found a single note from your admirer and for some reason that was really bothering you. He had managed to sneak you at least a little note every day for a while now. And you still hadn’t figured out how he did it. Or when. You didn’t leave your bag or jackets unattended for long periods of time and it seriously baffled by how sneaky he must be.

“Stop staring holes into the air and get back to work,” your coworker Yuta scolded you, clapping a hand on your back on his way past you. “I’m sorry, I was lost in my head,” you apologized but he just shrugged his shoulders as he collected the mugs a group of students had left behind. “Exams?” He asked as he came back, putting the mugs into the sink. “Something like that,” you lied. You really didn’t know the upperclassman well enough to vent to him about how someone you didn’t even knew who they were send you secret messages and somehow they hadn’t done it today yet. Before Yuta could ask any further questions, the bell on the door jingled happily, announcing the arrival of a new set of customers. “I’ll go, bring those to the back,” your coworker instructed you. Sighing, you bunched up your sleeves to stack up all the dishes that had been piling up in the front during the time Yuta and you had been too busy with orders to put them in the big dishwasher in the kitchen.

With a couple of freshly washed cups and plates you emerged back into the main room to see Yuta flirting with the group of girls that had just come in to probably order some way too overpriced season special with more sugar than actual coffee in it. Of course only after they had been completely charmed by the objectively speaking very pretty foreigner with a silver tongue. Rolling your eyes at the group, you instead made your way to where the customers were sitting to check if anyone new had come in while you were in the back. After most classes were over for the day, the cozy café usually filled up with students pretty fast; either to relax for a little before going to the library or to discuss group projects.

Today was no different and you easily spotted a group of boys from one of your courses squished together in one of the booths, your best friend smiling brightly at you when he saw you approach. “My favorite waitress is working,” he spoke, awkwardly hugging your waist from his sitting position. “You just want my employee discount,” you fondly rolled your eyes at a now pouting Jaemin, “So what can I get you.” You quickly collected all the boy’s orders including Jaemin’s horrendous deathpresso. “Oh, add another iced Americano, someone is still missing,” Donghyuck called after you when you had confirmed their orders, a knowing smirk on his lips. Quickly scribbling another one on your little notepad, you didn’t look where you were going and suddenly collided with a very solid chest and you were pretty sure you would have fallen if it was not for the customer’s quick reflexes. So instead of on the floor, you found yourself pressed against his chest, his perfume clouding your senses. “Careful where you’re going,” he said and you could already tell that your eyes would meet ones with the color of molten amber, hidden behind a cute pair of round glasses, before you even looked up to see Lee Jeno’s smile. “You... You too,” you stuttered, feeling your face heat up, quickly scrambling back a step. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking you up and down once. “Yeah, I was just taking your orders, I’ll be right back,” you tried to smile while trying to tell your heart to stop beating like you had just ran a marathon. “I’ll help you carry, we’re quite a few people.” “No, it’s fine really,” you quickly declined, “This is my job after all. “I feel bad for running into you though, let me help,” Jeno insisted, a slight pout on his lips that you really could not resist. When you ended up nodding, his whole face lit up with his famous eye smile and your insides might have just melted a little. While he was quickly putting his bag down and greeting his friends, you busied yourself with the orders. Yuta was still no help whatsoever, telling one of the girls an obnoxious story of how he had ended up at a university in Korea. You barely held back your laugh when the girls gasped, their eyes glued to Yuta. The story might have been impressive to you if you hadn’t heard it about 30 times already, always a little different but always pretty far from the actual truth.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” Jeno ripped your attention from your coworker when he leaned against the counter to watch you work the big coffee machine. “I was working in a different shop a little off campus before,” you smiled, focusing on pouring the milk into one of the cups of coffee to form a pretty picture. “You’re really good at making them look pretty,” Jeno complimented you, his cheeks tinted a rosy color. “It’s just practice,” you mumbled, hiding your own shyness behind the counter to quickly grab the cake slices the boys had ordered. An awkward silence hung over the two of you while you worked on finishing the other drink orders (it always took a ridiculous amount of time to make Jaemin’s) and your brain ran on overdrive trying to come up with a topic to talk to Jeno to fill up the silence while willing your hands to not shake and make a fool out of yourself in front of him.

“Do... Do you work between classes?” You chose to ask in the end, scolding yourself immediately for asking what must be the most lame, basic question ever. “I hardly have time between classes and practice,” Jeno explained nonetheless, scrunching his nose adorably to push up his glasses,” I’m here on a scholarship so I have to show results in hockey or I’ll be out.” “Ooh, I didn’t know that. But you’re really good so it shouldn’t be a surprise,” you spoke your mind before you could think about the words but as soon as it registered, your face immediately was heating up. Jeno just laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. “I’m not bad I guess. It’s just a lot of practice, it’s nothing special,” he mirrored the words you had said earlier, an easy smile on his lips. “Even I can see you have an unfair amount of talent for hockey, Jeno.” At that he barked out a short laugh. “You should have seen me when I stood on the ice for the first time, I couldn’t even skate in a straight line without falling on my ass, no idea what the scouts saw in me when they talked to my mum to recruit me.” “I bet you’re just being modest,” you argued. “I am not I swear,” he laughed, “I was really bad but I trained a lot so I could make the team. I’m not like Donghyuck who can just skip half of practice because he’s hungover. I have to work for it.” “That makes it even more admirable,” you mumbled, not able to look him in the eye when you spoke the words even though you meant them with all your heart. “Th- Thank you,” Jeno stuttered and when you looked up at his face again, you could see that his ears were bright red. “I mean it,” you smiled and when he finally met your eyes you couldn’t help but get lost in his for a while.

“And you tell me to stop flirting with customers,” Yuta broke whatever moment you just had with Jeno and shoved you from the spot on the coffee machine. “I wasn’t,” you tried to argue but your colleague just clocked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “I... I wouldn’t mind if you were,” Jeno mumbled so quietly you had almost missed it, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and a smile to creep onto your lips again. “We should bring the drinks over,” you smiled, grabbing the tray that held the drinks so Jeno could take the one with the cakes. “Ye... Yeah, orders, drinks, sure,” he stuttered, grabbing the second tray and following you through the café back over to where his friends were seated. “I thought you would never come back,” Jaemin already whined, grabbing his deathpresso off of your tray. “It takes a while to make eight freaking extra shots of espresso,” you scolded your best friend while giving out the rest of the orders to the other boys who all agreed, joining in on telling Jaemin how unhealthy his coffee drinking habits were. “Let me know if you need anything else,” you smiled politely when everyone had gotten their respective drinks, leaving the boys to banter playfully.

Over the course of your shift, the boys stayed to study and ordered another round of hot drinks before they left just shy of the ending of your shift. Jeno threw you another shy smile and a little sweater pawed wave when they left the shop that almost send you into cardiac arrest. “I’ll clean that table and then head out,” you announced to Yuta who was glued to his phone, checking his twitter feed. Among the chaos of used napkins and dishes, you found a neatly folded piece of paper with your name neatly written on it, a little heart drawn in the corner that set you own one racing again. You quickly put it in your pocket and cleared the rest of the table, all but throwing the dishes into the dishwasher at the back so you could get out of your apron and take a look at the note your secret admirer had left. While you were changing into your warm jacket, you couldn’t help but to think and to hope that Jeno had left it for you. After all he had been at both the gatherings that had led to you finding these notes and he also shared lot of classes with you where he could technically have slipped you a note or two. And on top of that he had also been at the library when the coffee incident happened.

Once you stepped out of the café and into the cool air of the early evening, you sat down on one of the benches surrounding the building to read the little note in peace.

You look so cute when you’re concentrating on making pretty latte art, did you know that? I loved the little talk we had but I am too shy to talk to you. Can you tell by these notes? My friends all make fun of me for writing cheesy notes instead of manning up to actually talk to you. I don’t even know if you would want to meet me. But if you want to, then meet me at the ice rink tomorrow at 7pm. I’ll be waiting for you there, I promise.

You couldn’t hold in the little shriek of joy that made its way past your lips. It had to be Jeno. It couldn’t be anyone else. It had to be him. Holding the little note close to your furiously beating heart, you smiled and kicked your legs in joy before storing it carefully into your bag. Jaemin better be ready to help you choose an outfit for tomorrow and listen to you whine without asking too many questions about who you were actually going to meet.

When you arrived at the stadium the next day, clutching the note tightly in your hand, you double checked the time and carefully looked around before you tried to open the front door which to your surprise was actually unlocked. Taking a deep breath, you went in, closing the door firmly behind you before walking up to the second door that would take you to the bleachers. Slowly you pulled it open as well, hoping it wouldn’t make too much noise. The rink itself was just dimly lit, most of the lights turned off and on the ice there was a single figure skating around the perimeter, seemingly lost in their thoughts while aimlessly taking sharp turns that send pieces of ice flying, making the skids screech. You would have recognized that person between hundreds of other skaters, the midnight blue hair easily giving him away.

Jeno seemingly hadn’t noticed you yet and it gave you time to sort out your racing heart and thoughts. Had it really been him to write you all the sweet notes that you had begun to collect in a little box you hid from Jaemin in a box beneath your bed? Or was the universe playing a prank on you and it was just a coincidence that he was practicing right now, alone at night. But then again no one else was around and he really wasn’t dressed for practice, just wearing one of his big hoodies and jeans. It had to be his notes. And thinking back on it, he really had been the only person who had been at the same places, the notes had been showing up. From the dinner with the hockey team to the ones in your classes and at your work or in the library.

Slowly you made your way down the steps of the bleachers, keeping quiet so you wouldn’t disturb Jeno who was still skating around the rink. Once you arrived at the bottom row of seats, you took a seat next to a pair of skates and a pair of sneakers that probably belonged to Jeno. Sitting in silence, you watched his movements for a while. He was captivating to watch: Seeing him effortlessly glide over the ice before suddenly sprinting forward only to come to an abrupt halt or take a sharp turn. It was beyond you how he held his balance through it all.

Suddenly he halted in his moves completely to stare at the big clock on the back wall of the stadium that showed that it was fifteen minutes past seven already before he sighed deeply, raking a hand through his fluffy hair. Was he nervous? Nervous you wouldn’t come? Just when he was taking off, his eyes caught your figure and he stopped again, a big smile spreading across his face that made his eyes curl into the beautiful half-moon shape you adored. While you were busy trying to remember how to breathe, he was skating towards you, effortlessly jumping from the ice through a little door in the rink, walking towards you. “You came,” he beamed, kneeling down in front of you after he had grabbed the skates that were still lying next to you. “Yeah I did,” you answered, still not entirely sure what to make of this situation. With how fast your heart was beating, it must have climbed all the way up to your throat and you weren’t sure if you could have produced a proper sentence if you wanted to.

“I hope I didn’t misinterpret all of this,” Jeno mumbled while he carefully undid your shoelaces before slipping them off your feet, “And you’re just here to tell me to stop being creepy and not leave any more notes around.” The way he looked up at you from beneath his midnight blue bangs tugged at your heart and you couldn’t find any words to tell him just how okay you were with this, so you just nodded, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, the skin feeling way too hot against the cold of the stadium. Smiling brightly Jeno quickly prepared the skates to slip onto your feet and laced them up tightly, his nimble fingers working fast and efficient. “Is this alright? Not too tight?” “Seems fine,” you smiled back at him, experimentally wiggling your toes. “Alright,” Jeno smiled, extending a hand to you. “Come on, let’s go.”

Shyly, you took his hand to let him pull you upright. On wobbly feet, you followed him to the little door in the rink, letting him step onto the ice first. “I’ve never done this before,” you confessed, almost reflexive reaching your gloved hands out towards him which he took with a gentle smile, squeezing them reassuringly. “I won’t let you fall,” he promised, tightening the grip on your hands. “Okay,” you whispered, carefully stepping onto the slippery ice, unsure how to work with the skates. “You’re a natural,” Jeno beamed when you finally stood with both feet on the ice. “I- I don’t know,” you shied away from the praise, wishing you could hide in your big scarf. “Hold on tightly now,” the hockey player warned before he skillfully moved his legs so he was sliding backwards, effectively pulling you with him. A little surprised sound escaped your lips and you clutched his hands tightly, worrying your gaze to your feet where you tried to stabilize yourself and keeping the skids up right.

“Don’t think so much about it. Look at me,” Jeno’s voice cut through the soft scratching noises of the skates. “I’ll fall if I do,” you argued. Also your heart would most likely leap out of your chest if you did. As if it wasn’t already beating furiously enough now that you were basically on a date with your crush and he was holding your hands. “I told you that I won’t let you fall,” he promised, slowing down his own movements until you came to a halt. Steadying yourself on the skates, you took a deep breath before looking up to meet Jeno’s eyes. And just like that time stood still. Under the dimmed lights in the stadium, it felt like you two were the only people on this planet. You got lost in the deep brown shade of his eyes and adored how his nose and cheeks were tinted a pretty blush color from the cold. “Hey there,” he whispered, tucking your scarf neatly around your neck where it had come undone, the gesture so intimate, it made your breath hitch. “Hi,” you answered dumbly and it made him smile, his eyes curving into the beautiful half-moon eye smile.

Before you could do anything stupid like coo hat how pretty he looked, his smile turned into a mischievous grin and he quickly let go of your hands to skid backwards a couple of meters further towards the center of the rink. “Jenoooo,” you whined once you had found your balance again, glaring to where he was making a couple of sharp turns, creating indents in the smooth ice and sending pieces flying. “Come over,” he called, opening his arms wide. “You just want to see me fall.” “You won’t, have some faith in yourself. Just kick with your skates until you gain momentum. It’s like walking just with a little more glide.” “Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?” “Just try it. For me,” Jeno smiled, sliding a little closer to you and opening his arms again. Sighing, you nodded, balling your hands into fists before you kicked your feet just how you had seen Jeno and the other’s do a hundred times before. Albeit very wobbly and slow, you were sliding over the ice. A smile slowly spread over your face as you kicked your feet again and again and you weren’t even mad when you noticed that Jeno steadily moved backwards to keep you going. “See, you’re a natural,” he beamed but just when he said that, you stumbled over one of the indents he had created earlier when he was showing off. You already prepared yourself to meet the cold unforgiving ice, making a complete fool out of yourself but instead two strong arms curled around you to pull you against a strong chest so you were stabilized again.

“I told you, I wouldn’t let you fall,” Jeno whispered, his hands steady on your waist. “Thank you,” you mumbled, slowly snaking your arms around him as well until your bodies were flush together. For a while you just stood on the ice, hugging each other until your breaths evened out, hearts beating in the same rhythm. “I’m so glad you actually came.” “Why wouldn’t I?” You mumbled into his neck. “Maybe you thought all my notes were creepy.” “I was really confused at first,” you admitted, “I thought it was a joke. I couldn’t think of a reason why anyone would write these to me. I was waiting for someone to bring up the topic so they could make fun of me. But deep down I really wished it was you who was writing them and that you actually meant everything you wrote.” The longer you spoke, the more you felt your face heat up. “I wish I had more courage to actually ask you out properly,” Jeno confessed, his voice quiet, “I kept seeing you around Jaemin and then you started to come to our matches. And then we ended up in so many of the same courses and guess what you’re not only very pretty but also incredibly smart. And I guess I kind of developed this huge crush on you with your big scarves and hoodies.” “Me... Me too, Jeno,” you whispered, your heart making summersaults in your chest and a smile spreading on your lips. Beneath your fingers you could feel Jeno chuckle. “Will you let me kiss you?” He asked softly and who were you to deny him?

Slowly you lifted your head from his shoulder and he carefully cupped your face before he leaned in to kiss you until your noses were touching. His bangs were tickling your face but you wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way and crossed the last few centimeters between you to press your lips against his slightly chapped ones. Like you had all time in the world you just stood on the ice, lazily moving your lips together only ever separating to heave in a couple of breathes of air and share a soft giggle before claiming each other’s lips again with hearts beating like one.

Eventually Jeno pulled back when you leaned in to kiss him again, a big smile on his lips when you pouted. “You’ll get another one when you manage to skate a whole round in the rink,” he grinned, his eyes sparkling. “You’re the worst Lee Jeno,” you kept pouting, “You’re hurting yourself just as much as me.” “Come on, it’s going to be fun,” he smiled, snaking free from your grip to skate around you in quick motions. “Show off,” you mumbled underneath your breath but tried your best to copy his movements to fulfill his quest.

In the end he had been right, once you got the hang of it and didn’t lose your balance every time there was a dent in the ice, it actually as fun to chase each other around the rink even though you knew he was purposefully letting you catch up to him at times to steal more kisses. It still somehow didn’t feel real that you actually were here with Lee Jeno and that you were actually allowed to kiss him just like this. After what felt like hours, Jeno helped you out of your skates and you just sat on the bleachers cuddled up together beneath a blanket, looking down at the rink. “Are you going to see the match tomorrow?” He asked. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?” Jeno just hummed, a blush creeping up his cheeks and ears, this one definitely not from the cold. What was making him shy all of a sudden? “Would you... I mean... If you wanted to... Would you,” he stuttered before he groaned loudly and grabbed your hands tightly, “Willyouwearmyjackettothegame?” “What?” “My jacket... Would you wear it tomorrow?” He asked again, slower this time but still not meeting your eyes, instead looking at your interlocked hands. “Do you want me to?” You asked him back, a big smile on your lips. “I mean... I understand if this is a little fast but... But I’ve had this crush on you for the longest time and... And I would really like to show everyone that you’re you know...” “That I’m your girlfriend?” “Y... Yeah,” he admitted, shyly looking at you from beneath his midnight blue bangs. “Of course I will,” you smiled broadly, throwing your arms around him to hug him close.

And you did. After you and Jeno had talked for a little while longer about everything and nothing at all (and maybe some more kissing) until you had yawned more than he found acceptable, he had quickly run to the locker rooms to fetch his jacket that he had promptly laid over your shoulders on your way home. In front of your apartment building he had kissed you goodbye and wished you sweet dreams before he walked away to his own dorm room that he shared with Donghyuck so you had found out. You turned the key as silently as you could so you wouldn’t wake up your best friend who was out cold on the small sofa in your living room, the Netflix ‘Are you still watching?’ screen illuminating the room. Shaking your head, you draped a blanket over the sleeping boy and turned the TV off before getting ready for bed as well. The next morning you had to explain why you had Jeno’s jacket to a screaming Jaemin at an ungodly hour but in the end he was just excited as you were if not more because he didn’t have to hear both of you pining anymore because he had promised Jeno not to meddle.

You slipped into Jeno’s big jacket when you and your friend where about to leave so you wouldn’t be late to the match, you couldn’t help but smile, snuggling deep into the collar until your boyfriend’s smell engulfed you like a blanket. “Stop being gross or the best seats will be taken,” your best friend complained, tugging you with him and filling the way over to the stadium with chatter. “There are so many people,” you exclaimed when you had entered the stadium, looking around for free seats. “It’s the highlight of the season, what did you expect?” Jaemin asked, tugging you further down when he spotted Mark’s girlfriend waving excitedly at your two. She also was wearing a jacket with the name ‘Lee’ on the back just that hers had a big blue 2 on the back and not a 23 like yours. “You and Jeno?” She excitedly jumped up and down when she had spotted your jacket and you could only nod shyly. “I’m so happy for you. Mark told me how Jeno kept pining after you.”

“What’s with all the Lees over here?” A male voice cut in before you could answer anything and Johnny Suh sat down next to Jaemin, not clad in his usual dark red jacket with his name and the 9 on the back but in a rather small orange one with a giant blue 10 on the back. “You’ll fit right in,” Mark’s girlfriend chirped, making Johnny blush and hide his face in his knitted scarf, mumbling something about how stupid it was that it had to be so cold to play hockey and how much rather he’d be in his heated gym. “The joy of dating Korean guys,” Jaemin laughed, jumping up and climbing in a seat the row above you, “Let me take a picture, this is hilarious.” “Ten and Mark aren’t even Korean,” Johnny argued, “But Leechaiyapornkul would have been a bit excessive to put on a jacket.”

The rest of his argument was drowned out by the cheers that erupted when the players came from their lockers, the starting 6 quickly rounding the rink, making a couple of sharp turns and going through moves with their stick. Being their center forward player, Jeno was in the starting team along with Sungchan and Donghyuck. On the defense, Winwin and Mark were checking their gear before the captain made sure that all of Yangyang’s protective gear was on right. In the meantime Jeno was searching the bleachers and you couldn’t help but feel shy before you waved at him, jumping up and down so he would notice you. Because of the helmet you couldn’t know if he smiled at you but your heart made summersaults nonetheless when you playfully put on the hood of the jacket to show him that you were indeed wearing it. You imagined him laughing before he blew you a kiss with an over exaggerated movement that made quite a few people turn their heads to see who he could have blown the kiss to. Before you could even think about hiding, Johnny gripped your arm tightly and hissed: “If I am out here wearing Ten’s stupid jacket that is way too small for me while he refuses to wear mine in public because he’s not some trophy wife, you will not hide now.” Not knowing whether you should be afraid of Johnny or laugh at what really sounded like something Ten would say, you just nodded at the blonde, straightening out your back. From the opposite side you could see Ten sitting in the exchange box, a huge grin on his face when he must have spotted Johnny in the crowd (which really wasn’t that hard, the dude was unnecessarily tall).

“They better win this game or I will be mad,” the blonde grumbled when everyone had sat back down and the referee had called both team captains over. “It’s going to be a tight game,” Jaemin filled him in, “The gorillas have been on a roll for the past couple of games. But I have the feeling that a couple of players might just try extra hard today, trying to show off.” At the end, he threw both Johnny and you a very over exaggerated look completed with wiggling eyebrows which earned him slaps from both of you. “Now shut your mouth, Na Jaemin, I actually want to see this game.” “Wow she gets a hot hockey player as her boyfriend and suddenly she doesn’t need my top notch commentating anymore, that hurts.” “Shut up, Nana,” you smiled, focusing back to where in fact your boyfriend was playing on the ice just now. And even if you loved to see Jeno playing, you couldn’t wait for the game to be over to be back in his arms to congratulate him.

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Vampire Play | Lee Jeno

▸ Jeno x reader ▸ Fluff, Angst, Smut, Vampire au ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 2/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers

Summary: The division of upperclassmen vampires and the humans at school, is the only thing that’s stopping Lee Jeno from loving you entirely. Like how vampires hide in the shadows, your growing love for each other is needed to be kept hidden because Jeno’s family cannot be involved with a human such as you. The family name should stay pure and untouched.

Word count: 9k

Warnings: Discriminations between vampires and humans, blood, more blood, heavy vampire-human bullying, blood sucking, swearing, mentions of other idols, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, stalking, teenagers breaking the school rules, not a warning but Jaemin is a big character here. Mentions of coffin, period blood jokes, starving students

A/N: Pure fiction and inspired by some movies of course. Regarding Jaemin, idk tell me if I should make his story. He was the first one to have a human girlfriend so... Inspired by Vampire Academy, Slaughterhouse Rulez.

Taglist: I hope I didn’t miss anyone, if yes please do message me so I can apologize huhu @ovelha-colorida-v @huangxx @soondaengie @sunshinedhyuck @your-kpop-cafe @bumblebeenct @joyfuleggsfishbanana @floweringtheflowers @neosculptures

The sound of the school bell welcomes you to your new school as your parents drop you off and watch you reach their dreams. That’s right, theirs. This isn’t what you wanted, but thinking about how your parents worked so hard for you to have a great education is enough push to force yourself to study and like this place. It was their dream for you to go to an exclusive school such as 127 House. A place where the finest kind of vampires go to school, and a place where rich humans like you are given the opportunity to have the same education.

Sounds fun? It does, but the division between humans and vampires is taken seriously in 127 House. Actually, it’s not a division, it’s discrimination.

Yes, you go to the same school with the vampires but those bloodsuckers are treated royalty. Humans are not allowed to be friends with vampires, talking to vampires is strictly prohibited, fornicating with a vampire is a major offense, and having a relationship with a vampire can get you kicked out of the school. It says in the student handbook that they have all these rules and divisions to protect the royal bloodsuckers and to maintain peace and order inside the school.

“You’re going to do your best, right?” your mom asks, you see the headmaster waiting for you to say goodbye to your parents.

“I’m going to be fine, drive home safe, okay? See in you on Christmas” you hugged them and gather your things and walk towards the headmaster. The house is all white you noticed, even the door is white and you thought that the house will finally have some color once you enter the premises, but no. It’s still white and the place feels cold. White walls, white ceiling, no ray of sunshine, well that part is understandable. At least the interior is nice.

Before the assembly officially starts, you’re blessed to have a friend to at least warn you and tell you about the dos and don’ts in this school. Yeji, your nice roommate. Being a sophomore transferee is not easy, because no one does that. Literally, you’re a fresh meat, in a house where 50% of the population is vampires. You’re the only transferee and that makes you an automatic target to the bullies. High school.

You fixed your things and made your bed, you make sure to look presentable on your first day of school. Going to school in the evening is something new to you and you pray that you don’t sleep in one of your classes tonight. Given that it’s a vampire school, humans are required to adjust and follow the vampire time table. That means sleeping during day time and having classes in the middle of the night.

“Stop fidgeting, or the cold bloods and other humans will make fun of you” Yeji whispers while you two come down the stairs and head to the main hall. You scan your surroundings without turning your head too much and try to observe secretly. Not much happenings, for now, the only thing you found out is that human students are all dressed in black uniforms, all looking rich and righteous. Not your normal high school classmates.

As you enter the main hall, the vampires are not yet seated in their rightful place. Humans are all seated at the back and are not allowed to chatter loudly, and vampires are seated upfront with teachers and higher ups, they can do whatever they want. You have never seen a vampire up close, you just imagined them to look pale and lifeless, that’s all nothing special.

“Hey,” Yeji whispered so quietly, you barely heard her. “Once the vampires are here, don’t you dare look at them, no head-turning, wait for them to be seated” you nod your head as an acknowledgment of what Yeji said. Being a transferee is making you anxious already even around your own kind, now you’re curious what can a vampire’s presence do to you?

Soon, she nudges your elbow and told you to look down because they’re finally here. In the corner of your eye, you don’t see any of their reflection on the shiny and clean floor of 127 House, but you hear footsteps and low chatters, the air became cold like their bloods while they were walking on the aisle and that alone gave you goosebumps.

When it’s finally allowed to look upfront, curiosity is swallowing your mind. You didn’t listen to the one talking in front and you spend the entire time looking at their backs. All dressed in white with a small shade of light blue, pure like their families, even from behind they all look like gods who blessed the Earth with their presence. Each and every one of them, are very beautiful, if the men looked like gods, the ladies looked like angels without wings but with fangs.

One vampire definitely caught your eye. Blonde hair, skin as white as snow, sharp jawline, perfect nose, and dark almond eyes. You can’t stop looking at him and you can hear your heart beats faster than usual for no reason. “Lee Jeno” Yeji whispered to you while keeping her eyes upfront. “He runs this school and everyone is afraid of him, he’s from a family that breeds the purest vampires of all time. Filthy rich, untouchable, can speak seven languages and oh, every girl in this school fantasizes about him. But not me of course, I fantasize about Hyunjin over there” you looked in the direction that she told you.

As soon as the assembly is finished, you’re back to bowing your heads until the last vampire leaves the room. You realized that this is going to be your new life for a whole year and until you graduate from this school. One day at a time, you sigh and tell yourself.

High school is high school. But every day in 127 House is like a game of chicken with all these bloodsuckers bullying humans. Being invisible is almost impossible, they always find a way to make fun of humans. The bullying system made you change yourself. You used to be a fun person and you love talking to your friends, but now you go to class, listen to new learnings, avoid every vampire you see, go to church every Sunday, and do it again. Human or not, you try to avoid friendship.

Day by day, you spend it exactly how you spend it yesterday. It was sickening and boring, you miss your family and friends and you wonder if they miss you too. The only coping mechanism you’re allowed to do is read books in the huge old library of 127 House. Luckily, the other students aren’t interested enough in the books that this library holds. They prefer eBooks, and they all use the new library where computers and tablets are used instead of actual books. The old library was your safe place, away from the abnormalities that the world holds. You go here before you go to school, and spend your whole day here every weekend alone and unbothered. Or so you thought.

Little did you know, there's a pair of eyes who watches you in the shadows of the tall bookshelves whenever you visit. The same pair of eyes are amused whenever you smile while reading a book. The same pair of eyes is slowly being fond of you each day passes. Of course, he wouldn’t dare bother you in your safe place, he’s not that cruel or selfish. But one fine day, he decided to show up.

“You’re new here”

You were just about to get out of a dusty aisle when suddenly a man dressed in white and blue cornered you. As quick as you can, you covered your face with the book that you’re holding and didn’t dare look at his perfect form and completely avoiding the cold blooded man.

This is their way to put humans in trouble, they talk to you and pretend that they wanted to have a decent conversation, but no. One moment they’re staring in your eyes like you have the same status in life and the next thing you know, you’re in the headmaster’s office for a scolding. It’s one of their many ways of bullying humans. Vampires are all bullies, they enjoy it.

“Hey, I’m your senior and I’m talking to you. There’s no one in here, it’s just the two of us” he reasons out, frustrated because you won’t even look at him. Still avoiding his holy presence, you walked past by the vampire as fast as you can but he followed you until you reach your seat. What’s with these cold blooded creatures?

“If you don’t talk to me, I’ll make up a story and tell it to the headmaster. If you leave, I’ll tell him you touched me” it was a threat and you don’t like it. Even so, you stopped fixing your things and took a sit. He sat on the table across you with his books and his notebooks, you figured he has some studying to do.

“I’m Jeno”

“I know” your responses were quick and straightforward as possible.

“So what are you reading?” he asks, you see him holding his pen, ready to write down notes perhaps. He doesn’t look like the cold blooded Jeno that you usually see during general assemblies or free period. Now, he looked like a person, who’s pale but still handsome and ethereal. You lift the book and showed him the cover to answer his question, you didn’t even bother to let out another word from your mouth. It’s obvious, he’s trouble.

“What’s your name?” he asks while writing in his notebook.

“Y/n”

“How's your stay in 127 House so far, Y/n?” his smile was inviting, and you know that you shouldn’t stare because looking at his perfection is like committing a sin, but you couldn’t help it. You took the chance to get a better look at his face. For the first time.

“Sorry I have to go” and just like that, you gathered anything you could reach from your stuff and leave your other things on the desk. You can always come back during the daytime, where they’re all asleep. You bolted outside the library and with heavy breaths, ran back to your dorm room and did not tell anyone what happened.

Talking to Jeno even though it was barely a conversation was like stealing a huge amount of cash from your parents. Even though he looked nice the whole time, you still can’t trust the man. With that, you can only hope and pray that the Lee Jeno did not make up stories just for his entertainment.

The next day during the general assembly, you saw Jeno in front with his usual vampire might. Even more ethereal than yesterday. As you go on with your day, you went to class with caution. Hoping that you’re not going to be called to the headmaster’s office. And thankfully, you survived the day. What a relief, you thought! You headed back to the library to get the things that you left yesterday and to your surprise, your stuff was nicely organized. He fixed your things and left you a note.

Sorry to have scared you. -L.J

You read his short note over and over again, smelling the scented paper that he used, it smelled like a rose, and didn’t notice him sneak beside you because you were busy putting your stuff inside the bag.

“You’re back,” he said a little lively, and it completely startled you that he almost gave you a heart attack. Given that the library is huge and quiet, your squeak echoed and surrounded the place. And again, you avoided his gaze and tried running away for the second time but he’s quick to block you.

“Hey, didn’t I earn your trust? Not even a bit? I don’t bully humans… they just happened to be scared of me” he explains. Still, it doesn’t make any sense to you. “Look, I’ve been watching you read a bunch of books in here for days. And this has been my favorite place ever since I stepped foot in this house, no one dared to enter this wretched library. We could share” he hands you your notebook from the desk and you accept it slowly.

“Okay,” you said, still uncomfortable with his godly presence.

“If we're going to be friends, you should stop doing that. It will not kill you to have a decent conversation with me. As I’ve said before, we're alone in here”

Friends? Who told him you wanted to be friends with him?

“Not that you actually care, but I’ve read almost 30% percent of the books here. They’re quite old but golden…” He continued talking about books like the smell of your blood doesn’t bother him at all. It does. But he would rather hold his breath than losing the chance to be friends with you. By the end of the day, you brought some books that Jeno have recommended you read. It kept you all night, turning pages until you finish one book, and the next thing you know you’ve finished reading all of them. He was right about the books. The vampire has taste.

During your next meeting at the library, you talked about how the books that you’ve read and he was happy that you loved them. “Show me more?” it was not a request, but it was your move and the only way you could give back to the kindness that Jeno showed you.

Books after books and after a few days, you and Jeno became comfortable with each other. Comfortable enough to laugh and make jokes as if you’ve been friends for a long time now and completely forgetting the cruel world outside the white walls of the library. It was a growing friendship. A unique friendship that you’re both aware of.

Little did you know, that the vampire has grown a huge crush on you. He has never seen someone so full of life and be happy with even the smallest of things. You’re the epitome of simplicity but also too much and too good for him.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Jaemin slapped his friend with his free hand while they were busy feeding. He noticed that his friend was spaced out for some time now, smiling alone like an idiot, and there’s something different with Jeno these past few days. “Ohhh. I get it. You have a shiny new toy” Jaemin teases Jeno while taking a sip of cold blood.

“You’re the one who toys with the humans, Jaem not me” Jeno defends, taking a sip of his cold blood too.

“So what are we going to do this time? Make them cry, huh?” it’s easy for Jaemin to talk about things like that. Jaemin bullies mostly human girls, he’s quite irresistible with those pearly whites, perfect fangs, sexy built.

Jeno chuckled and smiled at Jaemin, “I’m going to love this one. She’s different from the other humans, she’s not selfish. She just wants to survive high school and she loves books” there was a smile on Jeno’s face while he was talking about you, something Jaemin never thought he would witness. Jeno is in love. He gulps, knowing all too well that his friend is in danger.

“For how long?” Jaemin asks nervously, hoping that there’s still hope to pull Jeno out of this dangerous situation.

“For three. Lovely. Weeks” he smiled, oh so lovingly to his friend again. “Don’t tell the others, please” Jeno knew that he could trust Jaemin no matter what, and for that, he’s thankful.

You and Jeno continued being friends, see each other in the library, spend hours and hours talking and knowing each other deeply. And as you continue with this friendship, his handsomeness is becoming harder and harder to avoid each day that passes. “I like your smile. You should smile more often” you blurted out, feeling brave to talk like that to Jeno. He smiled at you in return, his eyes became small and full of life even though the man has no soul. It’s like he has this duality that whenever he’s outside the library, he is this cold blooded creature but when you’re alone together he is this funny guy who’s clumsy and talks too much.

Of course, you don’t know, but Jeno goes to the library not because of the books anymore. He just wants to meet you and be with you, make him forget about the world that he grew up to, make him forget that he’s a vampire. Let him admire your beauty, be drunk on the smell of your blood. For Jeno, feeling your warmth near him makes him feel that he does exist in this world.

The truth is, he’s disgusted with the world outside this library. Sick of all the rules that this school implements especially the horrible division. Because of that division, he can’t do something for himself, just this once. But for the sake of their family name, he’s forcing himself to play it all out and pretend that it doesn’t sicken him.

One cold night during free period, you saw him and his friends walking towards you and Yeji in the middle of the hallway. You don’t know what came into your head but you didn’t avoid the presence of the men in white and with all your confidence, you said “Hi Jeno”

It broke your heart how he didn’t even spare you a glance, you saw it in your own eyes how his face shows no emotion when he heard you call his name. His friends heard your bravery and of course, they made fun of you, laughed at you for failing to have Jeno’s attention. What came into your head? Did you forget the division because you have a secret friendship with him? That horrible experience slapped you with the ugly truth again. Vampires don’t mingle with humans. You decided not to come to the library ever again, live peacefully behind their shadows, and enjoy the world class education that this school provides. As you should. Keeping yourself invisible became easier as you made new human friends that you could actually mingle with. It was nice having new friends from your kind, it makes you forget about the friendship that you had with Jeno too. But there's no other friend like him.

“Hi there. I’m Jaemin” the vampire cornered you with all his glory, standing in front of you as you keep your head down and ignore the cold blood who’s bullying you. “I know your secret with Jeno” he whispers to you with a tone that really got into your nerves, it made you look at him, and got in trouble for letting your guard down because of what Jaemin did and faced a week in detention and a week without dinner.

School’s twisted rules to teach humans respect. It’s not the hunger that made you incredibly mad with Jeno, and it’s not Jaemin either, it’s the fact that he told his friend about you when you didn’t even tell a single soul about what you knew about him.

“Stay away from me and stop bullying me. I'm not scared of you or the rules, I don’t care if I leave this place!” your voice echoes and surrounds the room and for the first time in your life you saw Lee Jeno feel so small. “But I do care about what my parents want, so get out of my life Jeno” your attempt to make a dramatic exit was once again stopped, he brought you deep into one of the dusty aisle and cough a little as you try to get away from his grasp.

Jeno was awfully close to you, putting both of his hands on the bookshelf behind you, caging you with his presence. He can hear your heartbeat so fast your blood became even more inviting. “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to bite you” he explains but it doesn’t change anything, you still want to get out of here. You watch him turn silent, and wait for his next move. His right hand caressed your head, feeling your hair and watching his own fingers touch your features and feel your warm skin. It was amusing for him, this is his first time touching a human and not just any human. The human that he likes.

In one swift move, he kissed you on the lips. And It was not a kiss that lovers share. It was a kiss like someone is confessing their love. Jeno can’t find the words on how he can be more honest with you when he just ruined your trust. And you do understand what he’s saying, he just confessed his feelings using that kiss because he knew you won’t listen to him anymore.

“I hope you understand” his face stayed close to you, nuzzling your hair and enjoying your warmth. He reached for your hand and slowly intertwined his fingers with yours. It was like fire and ice were merging at this very moment. And if you thought holding his hands made your heart beat faster like you just ran a mile, the moment he made you encircle your arms around his waist made you weak right then and there and he was quick to catch you. You too have no words for what's happening right now but you feel the same way towards Jeno.

He kissed you again and this time you returned the kiss, making the vampire smile from ear to ear in between the kiss, exposing his sharp fangs to you for the first time which you thought he was going to bite you, but no, he kissed you deeper this time. And during the kiss, you can feel his fangs scratch slightly with your teeth. You can also say that he just fed because the metal taste of human blood still lingers in his lips and tongue, but you don’t care. It’s Jeno.

The peck that Jeno planned on giving you, became your first make out session with him in the old and dusty library. Whenever someone pulls away and tried to stop kissing, you come right back in and devour each other’s lips again. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. But seriously what were you thinking?” he said, cupping your face as he waits for your answer.

“I know it’s my fault. But I thought what we have here is something special-“

“It is special. And it’s for me and you, only. Please don’t do it again, for us” he rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes and feeling the happiness sink right in. “To be honest I was heartbroken when you stopped coming here. I thought I lost you already way before you can be mine” he kissed you again, but this time he’s hugging you tightly. “Fuck you smell good, you’re making me hungry” you watch him gulp closely, “I need to uhm- you know, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

And there’s that smile you love seeing, only for your eyes to see. “Yes” you smiled back and kissed him one last time.

Just like your moments with Jeno in the library, you two continue to meet secretly and spend time together. The books became witness to your growing love as this dangerous relationship becomes, even more, deeper each day passes. It was a secret relationship, but your feelings were true as it can be.

Dating like normal teenagers was hard, of course given the situation you two can’t go on dates. But the vampire is clever and smart. You forgot how he has this whole school wrapped around his finger. With the help of the other vampires to cover up for him, he made a picnic date happen… in the middle of the woods, under the dark.

“Vampires wear denim pants?” you tease him and he greets you with a kiss.

It was a starry night and you watch and connect the stars while holding each other’s hand. His cold skin doesn’t bother you anymore, you grew fond of it. You spend the night giggling quietly with Jeno, making each other laugh, telling unbelievable stories to each other from your kind.

“Have you ever experienced biting a human?” you asked curiously, still looking at the stars and holding Jeno’s cold hands.

“That’s illegal. My family is pure, the finest as they say” he scoffed as if the thought of his family disgust him. “Poor vampires suck blood from humans because they can’t afford buying clean and purified ones- think of it as water, most rich vampires think drinking directly from humans is… disgusting and dirty. So they buy the filtered ones” you nod your head, acknowledging what he said understanding how it works, thinking deeply like you're solving a Math problem. He was amused by your reaction.

“What will happen to you if they find out about us?” you blurted out, resting your chin on his strong chest as you wait for his answer.

“To be honest I don’t know. But were sure in trouble young lady” he nuzzles your hair but it’s not your shampoo that he smelled, it’s your blood. He tickled your sides again so he can hear your laugh that’s music to his ears.

“Okay okay, last question,” you said, catching your breath from too much laughing.

“Shoot”

“How can someone be a vampire?”

“Nope. Not answering that. Too dangerous for you young lady” he teased and tickled you again. It’s not fair, you thought.

When Jeno finally got tired of teasing you, he turned silent and stared at your face as if he’s engraving it in his memory. Deep inside, he doesn’t know how to keep you away from his family. He doesn’t know how you can survive the cruelty of his world.

“I love you” you heard him whisper, you barely heard it but he was sincere. He's kissing your knuckles and holding it tightly, pulling you closer to his cold body for a kiss on the lips, “I love you too” you said kissing his cold hand while looking at him smiling from ear to ear again, exposing his fangs to you.

To make Jaemin pay for what he’s done to you, Jeno made him the lookout whenever you and the vampire have time to make out in locker rooms during free periods. Jeno would drag you there and make out with you until he’s satisfied or he’s late for his next class. You always feel nervous whenever you’re with Jeno but his lips, oh his lips! Does it make you calm and forget about the world.

If the locker room is not safe, you always have the woods at night and no one would dare lurk in those dark places. Jeno kept you safe in the dark and made you feel safe, knowing that it makes you scared. “I’m a vampire, what are you so afraid of?” he chuckled, and just like that, you two continue to kiss like there's nothing wrong in what you’re doing.

During weekends, you and Jeno love to stargaze. Hugging you under a blanket, arms perfectly wrapped around you. His cold skin brings you comfort even if sometimes it makes you shiver. You taught him how to eat cookies, which he finds disgusting but he eats it anyway to not disappoint you.

And just like normal teenage relationships, what’s a great relationship without having your first big a fight? In fact, it was so big and horrible that you thought that was the end of it. Nothing beats jealousy.

“We were lab partners, Jeno! And we were studying!” by this time you were yelling at him and you hate this feeling. Both of you are completely aware of the love you share, but being divided this way can make you both jealous in every way. “How about you with Yeeun, huh? Do you enjoy her godly presence?” you added.

“Don’t get me started about you and Mark. I see you two, too close sometimes. Are you cheating on me?” it was so easy for him to accuse you of something you would never do to the man you love. With that, you scoffed and turned your back on him, gathering your books and making your way out of the library. He didn’t even bother stopping you this time like he always does.

The fight went on for weeks until exams week were finally over. It was torture for both of you but he hurt you in a way you couldn’t believe he can. You went to the library to return some books you’ve already finished reading. To your surprise a red rose is waiting for you on the desk you claim as yours, of course, it’s from Jeno.

Jealousy can’t ruin us. Please forgive me - L.J

You meet him in the woods that night after class, exchanged apologies, sweet and loving words, and shared a wonderful kiss. He’s right, jealousy can’t ruin what you have. Every relationship experiences huge fights.

Walking hand in hand back to the school premises, Jeno smelled another human blood near the two of you. He was just about to tell you to hide when Jaemin and his girlfriend were walking hand in hand towards the dark where you just came from. She was your senior, and you can see that she holds on to Jaemin so tight like you’re about to take Jaemin away from her. She was scared that you’d tell, but you’re not like that, you smiled and gave her your jacket. “It’s awfully cold back there. It’s nice to know I’m not alone” she smiled back at you.

“Glad you two are back” Jaemin teases Jeno and your boyfriend just rolled his eyes at him.

One hot afternoon in the library, Jeno’s skin was so irritated with the heat but he wanted to be with you. He was confident with his hands that it started to roam around your body, something he’s never done before but you like it. Let’s not fool ourselves here.

“Does the heat makes you horny? Or the heat is a different story?” you tease him in between kisses. His hand is under your skirt, caressing your ass cheek playing with the hem of your black lacy panties. If him being confident with his hands shocks you, well you were completely surprised when he removed your panties swiftly and started to undo his belt.

“Baby, I’m a virgin. Don’t I at least deserved to fucked on your coffin?” You were talking about his bed, and it was a joke that made laugh and brought up your panties again. “Thank you” you knew he would understand that you don’t want to have your first sex in a dusty library and you’re thankful that Jeno is a gentleman even though he can't control himself sometimes.

He’s one horny vampire.

“When?” he was talking about the sex you were sure of it. And the real answer to that is you don’t know because you don’t know how.

“I’m not sure how to make that happen, baby, I’m not the god of this school” you both chuckled and laughed quietly.

“Right- I’m sorry about your panties-“

“No no, it’s okay“ you kissed his cheek and fixed his ruined hair.

“Wait for me here tonight, then I’ll bring you to our dorms” it was another shocker for you, how can he make that possible? He kissed your hand and wore his black sunglasses again before he leaves the library. Leaving you with a promise that tonight is going to be special.

Usually, on weekends, you and Jeno go stargazing deep into the woods and make out like crazy under the stars but tonight, he brought you to his dorm room and you both never felt so together. The vampire dorm is deep underground to protect them from the heat and harsh sunlight. Maybe that’s why it takes them too long during general assemblies. And as expected, Jeno’s room is dark, with no windows and minimal airflow but you can manage. There’s no coffin, but his bed is cold even though you two are wildly kissing already while you sit comfortably on top of him, shirtless and only wearing thin sweatpants while you are wearing only your matching underwear.

“We have to be absolutely quiet tonight” he whispers softly to you. In return, you whisper back a soft ‘okay’ while still grinding on top of Jeno’s hardening cock. You do your best to keep quiet, not only you don’t want to get caught, but there are literally a hundred vampires outside Jeno’s room and you wouldn’t want the attention.

“You smell good” it sounded like a quiet moan like he’s stopping himself but still he swims on the lust and frenzy that your blood brings.

“I smell good or my blood smells good?” you tease him more, leaning on his figure, grinding even more deliciously. It was torture for him, but he likes it. He smiled at you, but not like the kind of smile you loved seeing. It was a weak smile, watching you under his lids, shaking his head in disbelief. He grabs the small of your back, pulling you closer than ever to him. It was cold, but not because of the night. You were sure that it’s cold because of Jeno’s skin pressing on your body.

With one swift move, he’s on top of you, kissing your neck that he oh so love, gripping your clothed boobs so hard you thought your bra will get ruined. Using one hand, you unclasp your bra expose yourself to Jeno. It made him stop devouring your neck and the grip on your boobs loosen up. He can’t believe that this is all happening.

“I always thought you look even more beautiful, naked” he swirls his pointer finger on your hardening nipples, watching you with full amusement on how you will react with his touch.

“I didn’t know you were capable of thinking such dirty thought” you managed to bite back, still feeling his cold fingers swirl slowly around your nipples. He kissed you on the chest, softly like your first kiss together. But the softness was quickly replaced with lustful one as you watch him suck your boobs while looking deep into your eyes. Your nipples were quick to be swollen because of the way how Jeno sucks them. Well, he’s a vampire after all.

You notice his kisses were slowly going down to your stomach as he takes time kissing your inner thighs. Spreading your legs according to his liking before he removes your panties. It’s weird how he was facing your clothed pussy, feeling his cold breath brush on your damped panties as he was smelling it. “Your period is near, I can smell it” it was a joke but it made you shy as hell in front of your boyfriend that you closed your legs and grab the blanket near you.

Jeno was chuckling awkwardly. It was funny but you still can’t help but be shy. Your boyfriend was quick to apologize, kissing you again on the lips and putting away the blanket that you covered yourself with. He can be an effective period tracker you joke to yourself.

He removed your panties swiftly and get himself naked before he returns to his place in between your legs. He looked more handsome flashing those perfect abs, again, only for your eyes. You run your hands around his perfect body, making him twitch a little because of your warm palms. He proceeds to suck his own fingers, point and middle finger, before he puts it on your slit. Making it wet even more. If he thought that your palms were warm, your walls were warmer and he likes the feeling of it just like how you love the feeling of his cold skin.

Given that you’re a virgin, your hole was so tight that it scared Jeno to continue. “Does it hurt?” he asks, moving his two fingers in and out of your wet entrance. The hurt was obvious in your face it surely bothered your boyfriend, being a virgin vampire is definitely making him nervous right now.

“Yeah. But it feels good baby, don’t stop” it was a quiet and airy moan. Your head rolled back, exposing your neck in front of him. He avoided it for the first time because it was becoming too much to handle. That’s not good he thought, he never felt that way before towards you.

He removed his fingers and cleaned it with his own mouth. Making you watch how he lick those fingers of his, coated with your pussy juices, he looked fucking hot and you wonder if it tastes good for him. Little did you know he is becoming crazy, your pussy juices were the closest thing he can get to have a taste of you.

“You do know that there's more down there right?” you were inviting him to lick your pussy, he only smirked and went close to you. Kissing your mouth hungrily like he hasn’t kissed you for months.

“Yes but that’s dangerous, I can end up sucking your period blood-“

“Which is gross!” you whispered a little too loud, making Jeno laugh uncontrollably.

“Ohhh. I love you, ready?” he asked, palming himself and pumping his cock before he proceeds. You nod your head ‘yes’, feeling your heart beat faster. You’re about to lose your virginity to a guy you love. You smiled and sling your arms around his neck, he can hear your heartbeat but your face is telling him that you’re happy and excited.

He never left your lips, kissing you none stop so you won’t think about the hurt. It was sweet. But he was big and you were the one who stopped returning the kisses. It felt like your air was being sucked up, you started breathing heavily and to Jeno… No one said that the lust that your blood brings during sex was unbearable.

For your safety, he was trying not to breathe and avoid your delicious scent. Your blood smells like freshly cooked ham on Christmas Eve. It lingers around the room.

You notice that his thrusts were stiff and he looked in pain more than you. You tried reaching for his face but he avoided your touch and continued sliding his cock in and out of you. The hurt was long forgotten because you were more bothered with how Jeno is reacting to the sex.

It’s your blood. He’s stopping himself.

“Hey, hey, look at me baby,” it was hard for you too, because even though Jeno’s thrust was sloppy, it still felt good for you. “Bite me, it’s okay” you know that you shouldn’t have offered, but what can you do? He was suffering.

It was an offer that he can’t refuse. A sin that he doesn’t care doing. He tried to relax himself and smelled your blood even more, enjoying the high and making himself more drunk . He leaned closer to your neck, licking it over and over again. He finds a perfect spot where he can suck you off, a perfect spot where you can hide the traces of his fangs.

And just when you feel like you’re already on the edge, you stop yourself from moaning too much and take Jeno’s quick thrust. His cold hand grips one boob and the other is intertwined with your hand. He can hear your hearbeat racing, he knows you’re about to have an orgasm.

“Jen I’m gonna cum-“ your warning has been cut off when you feel something stick into your skin that you almost screamed but you're quick to stop yourself.

Getting your blood sucked felt amazing, it’s like having a slow orgasm that will make you moan, smile through the high with furrowed brows, then it will make you feel dizzy for a second. And the most amazing part about that, it works both ways.

Jeno shoots his cum on his clean sheets, even though he can’t get you pregnant, he can’t cum inside you without your consent. He flopped beside you while you’re still high from your orgasm and getting your blood sucked. Jeno seized this moment to kiss oh so sweetly to bring you back to Earth with him.

When you don’t feel numb already, you saw Jeno’s lips with a little bit of blood on the side. You wiped it with your thumb with a smile and he catches your hand with his lips and kissed it. It was an amazing first time for both of you, no doubt about that.

“You okay, Jeno?” you asked him because you’re not sure what your blood does to him.

“More than okay. How about you, did I hurt you?” he was more concerned and checked the part where he had bit you, kissed it softly until it’s tickling you and you had to make him stop.

“I just remembered how you said that-uhm, drinking human blood straight from a human is kind of dirty-“ he stopped you with a kiss and pulled you close to him.

“What are you talking about, it’s your blood. Nothing about you can disgust me” he whispers to you.

The sex and the bloodsucking made your relationship even more special and thrilling. Every weekend, Jeno sneaks you into his room and be intimate with you in every way possible. Round after round and before you reach your orgasm, Jeno bites you in the same place and suck you off. The taste of your blood has become his new favorite thing in the world that even one drop of it on his tongue, he will know that it’s yours. It was like a drug for both of you and an addiction that has to be stopped.

Sometimes when he feels full or you look too weak, there’s no bloodsucking. Only sex, and pure sex. Even though it’s better when there’s blood involved, Jeno can still make you feel good using his cock and you can still make him dizzy by sucking him off. If he’s being completely honest with you, it amazes him with how good you suck him off. Your mouth makes him crazy, moan your name and ask for more. Just like now that his whole length is inside your mouth and the tip of his cock is hitting the back of your throat. Thrusting his length in and out, making you gag but you can handle it.

Again, you amaze him. “You could be a great vampire, you know how to suck good.” He kissed you on the lips and made you lay beside him, switching positions to return the favor.

He was still hard and his cock is ready to go, pushing in slowly as usual in your tight walls. Another addicting thing about you. After having sex almost every week, Jeno became confident in bed, even more confident than before. Now, he can fuck you hard and give you a mind blowing orgasm without biting you.

“Jeno, harder” you moan quietly, careful not to be heard. Jeno pounds in you hard, making your boobs bounce up and down. He recently found out that you love it when he touches your clit while you’re on edge and on the verge to have a great orgasm. And one of the many perks of being a vampire is, he can hear your heart beats fast so he knows when to put his thumb and touch you. Softly at first, like he’s not fucking you hard, then he will slowly put pressure on his fingers and the next thing he knows, you’re shivering beneath him, parting your lips, and reaching for Jeno’s shoulder to bite it as you ease your oversensitivity and to stop yourself from moaning loudly.

“Who’s the vampire here? me or you?” he chuckles and kisses you on the lips watching you smile weakly beneath him. You feel him wear his shirt and boxers brief as he waits for you to calm down.

“Can you make me a vampire someday?” it was a stupid question. He just chuckled, cleaned you up, and helped you get dressed.

“No. Absolutely not” he answered and kissed you again.

As you were about to tie your shoes, you saw your hand shaking uncontrollably. You were about to hide it from Jeno but he saw it already and he was quick to hold your hand even if he knows he holds no warmth and his cold hands can make your hands shake more. But he’s confident that he can make you calm.

“I’m here. Relax, tell me the truth, are you okay?” he kisses your knuckles and proceeds to tie your shoes himself as he waits for your answer.

“I’m fine. This is the first time though” it’s true.

“Okay, well, baby you have to take care of yourself out there because I can’t. And I’m sorry, I truly am. Let’s be careful from now on okay? No more bloodsucking I promise”

As much as he wants to take care of you outside, he can’t but he has his own ways. Whenever he’s around you, he simply watches you. It frustrates him even more but he has to remain calm or else people will get suspicious. Jeno became more and more in love with you, as he continues to fear losing you.

This is his first time feeling such fear.

One fine Sunday night where the whole school was at church and the mass just finished, you started to feel dizzy and unstable. Unlike morning general assemblies where the vampires get out first, during church it’s different. They are expected to pray more and stay a little bit longer in church and humans leave first.

While you wait for your row to stand up and head out, you shake your head from side to side to try and shrug it off. You try closing your eyes and open them again to stop the dizziness but it won't leave. You felt weak as you try to stand up and walk with the others, but your eyesight was turning black.

Then you fainted. Feeling the cold floor of 127 House on your face.

The girls gasped and made quite a noise at church while the vampires were already starting to pray again. And usually, Jeno wouldn’t care what’s happening behind. But Jaemin does.

“She fainted” Jaemin murmured and pretends to pray.

“Who yours?” Jeno murmured back.

“No. Yours”

And just like that Jeno didn’t hesitate to turn his head back and see for himself. It’s true. He saw you being carried by the school nurse and the sight of it makes him want to vomit all the blood that he had for dinner earlier during feeding. He was worried sick about you but he can't do shit.

“Control yourself. She will be fine” Jaemin was worrying for his friend too. For all, he knows you are Jeno’s weakness and he’s scared that Jeno will cause a scene at church in front of the other vampires and expose his vulnerability.

As you stayed unconscious at the school’s hospital wing, the school nurse checked your pulse, your breathing, and your blood, and found of about Jeno’s markings at the top of your collar bone. You lost a lot of blood from too much intimacy with Jeno, and the higher ups of the school only had one theory of what happened to you. You were fornicating with a vampire which is a sin to them.

Of course, they only cared about Jeno’s wellbeing and quickly called his family. Covering up for Jeno’s scandal, the higher ups did not say that they knew all about your relationship with Jeno. They would rather choose to believe that you forced Jeno to drink your blood, than accepting the truth that you two are in love. But for now, they remained silent and waited for Jeno’s father to decide about your consequence.

While you were at the hospital wing saving strength and accepting visits from Yeji and your other friends, Jeno is facing big trouble because of what happened to you. Given that they easily tracked Jeno’s fangs, he doesn’t care at all if the whole school finds out. He just wants to know if you’re safe.

Yes, he is scared to face his parents, but he wants to face them with all false bravery and receive his punishment. He entered the room with all his might, not giving a fuck about the teachers who are in the same room as he is. On the right side of the room, he sees his father staring outside waiting for the sun to rise while he listens to the headmaster talk.

Lee Taeyong, always looked scary to everyone. Even the other vampires wouldn’t dare look at his perfection. Jeno is powerless when it comes to his father and quite frankly his relationship with his own father is as cold as their blood.

“Mr. Lee, we didn’t actually catch them do it but it was indeed Lee Jeno’s fangs according to school records… and your son is in a relationship with a human”

Taeyong turned around to face his son and put both of his hands in the pocket of his trousers, “continue” he said. Obviously, he’s much more interested in the story of how his son became so rebellious after meeting you. Unfortunately, the school found out everything even about your stargazing dates and library dates. It all sounded like a joke to Taeyong which made him laughed and mock his own son.

“Are you done playing dumb, son?” the tone of his voice was cool. It’s always like that. Words come out from his mouth slowly to send daggers in Jeno’s heart. “I don’t want a scandal for the Lee family, let this be a secret for everyone. Son, I want you to pretend that nothing happened between the two of you. Pretend that you don’t know her, pretend that you don’t love her and this time you will follow the school rules or I will ruin her parent's business” Jeno’s father is a powerful man and the school staffs wouldn’t dare not follow him. “Let Jeno suffer from his stupidity. Nothing can stain the perfectness of the Lee family. Go to church young man, get your blood clean” Taeyong added.

Jeno was scared. He felt weak and unable to talk, but he has to at least try and fight for you. “We were in love” he croaked, but Taeyong just turned his back from his son and admired the beautiful sunset.

“I believe you and I don’t care”

Taeyong knew you are a threat not only to the Lee family but also to the whole vampire kind. If he let you and Jeno stay together, you will serve as hope or inspiration to the other humans and humans will continue to stain the royalty of the vampires.

And the stupidity of his son is the root of it all.

The young vampire did not know what to do, frustrated, and mad knowing all too well that he can’t stomach hurting your feelings. Jeno left the room and look for someplace quiet to cry and be mad at his own father. His own father.

Weeks after being discharged from the school’s hospital, it’s surprising how Jeno is not meeting you in your usual places. He’s not coming to the library anymore to meet with you, no more spontaneous making out while Jaemin is on the lookout, you are left alone in the dark under the stars for the past weekends. It was heartbreaking. You don’t know what’s going on.

“School’s king and queen, huh? No wonder they seem so close during assemblies. Also, their families are a perfect match. Both untouched and rich” Yeji continues to gossip with Lia while you’re on her side, listening and feeling your heartbreak into pieces.

Not long after you’ve heard the rumor about Yeeun and Jeno being together, to be honest, you find it as a sick joke that Jeno is playing. You saw them walking hand in hand in the school corridor. White on white never looked so good. So it's true. Yeeun catches your attention and raised one eyebrow at you as if she’s saying, ‘bow down, he was never yours’

Again, you got into trouble for looking at Yeeun and Jeno. And once again, the ugly truth slapped you hard in the face. You’ve committed a great sin by loving a vampire, and now you’re facing the consequences. No more, you said to yourself. This time, you decided for yourself and told your parents that you cannot handle the ways of this school anymore. You didn’t tell them about Jeno because that would be a great scandal, you just told them that the bullying in the school is out of hand that it isn’t the right place for you.

“Did someone bullied you?” your dad asked through the phone, sounding so worried and concerned.

“No no. I just want to leave before someone does, is that okay? I promise to do good in my next school”

“Of course. Will get you out of there right away”

The school didn’t make a fuss about the situation and let your parents pull you out from the school. At least they’re nice enough to not tell about what happened between you and Jeno. Hearing the news that you are transferring schools, Jeno tried everything, even asked help from Jaemin’s girlfriend but he was too late. You already left, with erased memories.

As part of the school’s twisted rules, graduating from the school is the only way to keep your memories so that students like you, cannot stain the perfect name of the school 127 House and spread false rumors about it.

Jeno hated himself more but he didn’t cause any more trouble and embraced a sad life without you, from now on. He became colder towards the other students and started to bully other humans, vampires, and teachers. Even Jaemin and his other friends can’t help him and make him stop.

To feel your presence again, he still goes to the library where you two met and shared hundreds of memories. Relieving every memory, one by one, even staying inside the library in the middle of a hot afternoon. It doesn’t matter if the heat is irritating him, what his father did to him was even more irritating than the sun.

He still goes stargazing every weekend, torturing himself even more. Looking at the stars with tears in his eyes, hoping that he could hear your voice and feel your warmth again.

One day, when he was feeding with Jaemin and the rest of the guys and the blood that’s given to him tastes like yours it made him crazy, drank it in one go. He missed you even more than ever, but a lot of horrible scenarios ran through his mind. Why is your blood being donated? Did his parents have you killed? Did something happened to you? He was being hysterical. Jaemin was quick to calm him down and gave his friend another pack of blood, “Don’t make a scene or you’ll get in trouble again. You just miss her that’s why every blood you taste, tastes like her”

“You don’t understand because yours wasn’t taken away from you” Jeno once again pushed Jaemin away but this time he hurt his friend.

“Jeno, we broke up because of your stupidity and I’m here stuck with you. Drink your blood” Jaemin broke up with his girl because he was scared the school might found out about them too. He would rather break up with her than getting her memories erased and forget about the love that they shared.

Graduation came and Jeno can’t stomach the presence of his father. Jeno left and graduated from 127 House with pure anger and disgust towards the school and the people who run it. He was ready to move forward and go to college, but he will never want to move on from you. For as long as he can, he will hope and pray for you to come back in his life.

College was another vampire play for Jeno, the only difference is the stage has gotten bigger. To earn his parent’s trust again, he made the family proud and forced himself to get involved with the family business and showed Taeyong that he can be trusted. Build his own life and making himself known as one of the scariest Lee next to his father. All those things were easy for Jeno. He can fake it every day. But the pain of losing you still haunts him every night, that’s what hard for him.

Jeno grew up to be a fine vampire like his family and live up to the family legacy. When Jeno was all grown up and arranged to marry Yeeun, he was heartbroken again.

He did found you though, but he can only remain as a stranger so he can’t hurt you for the second time. He always watches you from afar, just like how he first met you at the library. You don’t know but he watches you when you’re asleep, sitting close to you like a shadow. Jeno stayed with you for days, admire you when you sleep, love you secretly.

Until one night during your sleep, you have this weird dream that you study in a vampire school when you were still young. A vampire so handsome like a god was holding your hand while you were watching the stars with him. Little did you know, they were all flashbacks of every good memory you had with Jeno.

“Jeno” you murmur in your sleep but Jeno wouldn’t dare wake you up.

“Y/n,” he whispered back, smiling because he’s hurt but happy at the same time you remember his name even if it’s just a murmur. He kissed you and smelled your blood one last time, even left his tears on your cheek, then left and never came back again.

Omg my #1 inspiration for this fic was my high school life and how I’m always weak and pale all throughout high school. I was a transferee when I was a sophomore and I went to school not wearing uniform but casual clothes. it was humiliating. Also I was cultured shock because it’s so different from the academy that I used to go schooling. ANYWEIZ ALL IS WELL, HIGH SCHOOL FOR ME WAS FUN.

Vampires were based to Vampire Academy, the twisted school rules were based from Slaughterhouse Rulez. I think Vampire Academy is a great book but the movie was just so so.

Anyweiz, it’s my birthday today and I wrote this story for myself and tried stretching my imagination. heheh what a challenge.

Hope you enjoyed reading!

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『you’re dating him but he’s not your bias』

reaction fic; NCT Dream

A/N: this is nct dream’s reaction to realizing your bias is not him (and you’re a couple). gender neutral, got way too deep at some points and was NOT meant to be this long. enjoy.

note that english is my second language and i speak mixing slang, accents and spellings from 3283928 places so i did notice there’s practice written with both s and c down there so

just dont mind it pls

also, today’s photo theme is dream looking cute in low quality shots.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), angst (❆), comedy (☼), crack (⍢).

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: lots of swearing, my tough love for the neos, one mention of cheating that doesn’t actually happen, a couple of mentions of alcohol and drinking, some violence hidden in metaphors, me being chaotic, it got a bit more angsty and darker than i intended, but we do have all happy endings.

word count: 6.8K

pairing: nct dream members x reader ( includes mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Mark

oh, poor baby

i feel like he would be a little heartbroken

just a little

not so much if it’s someone from dream, because they’re his little brothers, but if it’s one of his hyungs from 127 or wayv,,,,,

boy might cry

he’s not super dramatic about it or anything but i don’t see him as being super confident about himself

so he might think like

“do they think he’s cooler than me?”

and it’s silly, yes, he knows

but it’s just something that pops up in his mind sometimes when you bring him up

so for the sake of this fanfic let’s pretend you’re johnny biased

because gods know i am

at least when it comes to 127

mark would be divided into fanboying with you and being like “YO, HE’S THE COOLEST GUY ON EARTH OH MY GOD I’M SO GLAD YOU AGREE”

and

“a h”

would constantly try to get closer to you when johnny is around, and just

showing off in little (kinda dumb) ways

complimenting you

being even more whipped than usual

like yes he’ll give you all of his watermelon slices just please don’t look at johnny like that again

i think johnny would kind of play into it with the whole “imma steal your s/o” thing

and he doesn’t do it to make mark jealous or hurt

we know he’d rather get hit by a train than ever actually upsetting his son on purpose

but we also know he’s johnny

cue “OH DUDE HE’S FLIRTING”

so yeah he might call you lil pet names (beautiful, cutie, you get it)

just to see you giggle

(and see your soul leave your body)

might say he’s taking you out for dinner when he’s just driving you to get more ice cream for a movie night with the gang lol

and winks

expect a lot of winks

anywhere and anytime

which makes mark sometimes feel like he’s intruding???

and that you appreciate johnny more than him???

he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can date him and still not have him as your bias

don’t you like, love him above everyone else or smth lol

his “showing off” phase eventually fades tho

now every time you hang you with the boys and johnny is around, he’ll be a bit more distant

he thinks he’s giving you space to interact with his friends but he’s just shying away from competing with one of his favourite people ever

and it’s a competition that Does Not Exist™

but he’s not 100% aware of that

and you’re not that dense

so ofc you notice

and you wait till you two are alone to talk to him, and he BEGRUDGINGLY admits that you being johnny biased makes him feel kinda small and unimportant

he’d never try to make you change your bias or anything

he just needs reminders that he’s your #1 boy sometimes

which is fine by you

and by him

cus now it’s you calling him pet names all the time

and hugging him

and kissing his cheek

and praising his work

and blowing kisses from across the room

and just telling him straight up that no matter what, you’ll always go to him

(not that you ever had any chance with johnny lmao)

THIS GOES TO SHOW COMMUNICATING IS KEY, CHILDREN

COMMUNICATE

Renjun

wym donghyuck is your bias lol

literally are you fucking kidding him

don’t get me wrong ok

everyone knows renjun loves haechan

they’re bffs and could not live without each other

but at the same time,,,

what is wrong with you

who did he choose as his s/o gods help him

if it was jeno, or mark, or jaehyun, or winwin, or kun, or lucas, or yuta, or taeyong, or ten, or,,,,

literally ANY of his other members

he’d understand your point and be like “ok fine”

but haechan???? hmmm bestie no

he’s not gonna throw a fit

not after the first time you told him anyways

HE WAS SURPRISED OKAY

and he just whined very loudly after having laughed for 5 minutes thinking it was a joke

if you don’t know that iconic scene, renjun had a whole ass meltdown in 3 seconds while yelling “aAAAAAH JINJJAAAAA” and getting ready to punch the living shit out of hyuck

for no reason other than the fact that it’s haechan we’re talking about and injun’s little body is filled with rage

BACK ON TRACK

would probably try to act all cool about it and be like “i don’t mind” but bruh does he mind

and it doesn’t help that haechan is such a little shit about it

he doesn’t even flirt with you

he just

constantly reminds renjun that he’s your bias—not him—and then constantly praises himself over you

“ah, y/n~ did you choose me as your bias because i’m the best vocalist? or was it because i’m the best dancer? mAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY OH SO BROAD SHOULDERS—”

(pause for injun to punch him)

(unpaused)

and ok in the beginning it was funny seeing him all worked up but now it’s just annoying to be in the same room as these two

haechan won’t let either of you live

and renjun just wants to

fight

so it eventually gets to the point where you’ll talk to renjun and jeno will talk to hyuck cus even the other dreamies are tired of it

except maybe for chenle, he always laughs his ass off when they start bickering

ANYWAY

your conversation goes something like “oh my god renjun i’m literally dating you, i don’t like haechan better or anything you little pile of fury”

while jeno sits hyuck down in front of him and jaemin and just

“bro why are you like this”

“bro”

no but renjun would apologize for going overboard with his protectiveness and jealous energy because he’s not generally like that

he’s angry all the time but never about something involving you, you know

he tries his best to treat you like the royalty you are

but something about hyuck being your bias makes him feel a bit like a castaway???

he’s very creative and as an artsy kid myself i know we’re very prone to feeling left out because we’re just different from the others

so he’d think maybe haechan really has a better voice

or better dancing skills

or he looks better

he is taller than injun after all, and has broader shoulders, and his hair is all fluffy and—

the whole thing just made him insecure about things he had settled with himself long ago

he was fine with being him

but not so much when it came to that

i don’t think you two would fight over it cus tbh i think renjun would really only get with someone who can be very understanding of him

and i think hyuck would actually apologize to renjun too

not when everyone’s around but like, maybe after dinner or something and he just needs to feel like they’re besties again

hyuck never meant for things to get out of control

he just really likes both injun and you as his friends, and aside from skinship his most prominent love language is,,,

teasing

he was really just trying (very poorly) to grow closer to the person his best friend loves so much—you—because renjun is SUCH a big part of his life it would just feel wrong to not be good friends with you as well

don’t tell them i said this but they hug it out

injun strikes me as someone that could take a bit of time to bounce back from something that hurt his pride or his sense of belonging

and his way of healing and bonding is just,,,

art

sure, keep being haechan biased, but also please read with him

and talk about his fantastic animal creations

and watch those buzzfeed unsolved alien theory videos because he really wants to discuss it and maybe even draw what he thinks the aliens look like

hyuck tones it down, you make sure renjun knows you like him for him, renjun starts to (secretly) appreciate hyuck’s talent along with you...

and now let’s take a moment to imagine the minute you watch their latest mv with injun by your side

and yes okay the first thing you see is CLEARLY how good renjun looks because holy fucking shit he’s an angel (and i’m clearly not renjun biased)

but then,,,,,,

wAS THAT A HAECHAN HIGH NOTE

(there’s always a haechan high note, just look for it)

and ok maybe he did scream a bit with you because of how good it all sounded

and you know what, it works out perfectly bc you two are my new otp and you were meant for each other

but we do have to mention the eventual happening of chenle saying like “oOoOoOoH y/N wErE yOu dRoOliNg oVeR hAeChAn AgAiN” after a special stage

and then you, injun and hyuck all attempt to choke him

i’m kidding

or not

Jeno

ah, lee jeno

aka samoyed boi

yes i do call him that no i will not stop

everyone is always writing jeno as being super protective and literally about to burst a lung if someone else ever does as much as look at you

but i just

don’t see him that way

he’s a taurus and from what i know about taurus they can be v v jealous, yes, but they mainly seek comfort

so he’s fine with you biasing jaemin

as long as you’re not ditching him or anything lol

and ok, imma be 100% honest here even if it sounds like literal no fun (jenojaem wink wonk)

jaemin doesn’t flirt with you

not any more than he flirts with

every other breathing creature

ever

he’s really only platonically interested in you, never remotely romantic or anything lol

on the other side, he is in love with jeno

basically, if jaemin is your bias, jeno is his

so nothing really changes

we know how nomin are, okay

they hold hands, they stare deeply into each other eyes, they nearly kiss at least once every time they go live

it's just them

you gotta respect it bruh

i know this is the most boring reaction ever so let’s create the one (1) instance where jeno would actually dislike that you bias someone else

i think he would feel a bit hurt if you seemed to be more supportive of jaemin’s work than his

and it’s not something big or on purpose

it’s just something like going with him to a recording session but not going with jeno because you have homework

or after a very busy practise day going to praise jaemin first

even if it’s just three words

“you did good”

and then you’re going towards him, he’s gonna feel like maybe he doesn’t deserve your praise as much as nana????

i actually feel like, among the dreamies, jeno is the least confident one when it comes to his performance

he knows he’s not an awful rapper or anything but i think it can be a bit too much, being around such bright and huge presences like the others while his nickname literally means “no fun”

his members are just so loud and full of energy most of the time

and sometimes he just really needs to be quiet and observe in silence

(yes i do know he’s chaotic and a crackhead, i’m just saying as we know he can be a bit introspective)

so what if you just

stopped seeing him?

did he become invisible to you?

did you finally fall for jaemin’s beautiful smile and stupid pick-up lines?

he’s not gonna let it show that he’s affected, though

earth signs are nearly always the ones to “stay strong” because we have this image that people are relying on us???

so we do what we do

bottle everything up and overwork ourselves bc we only got two modes

1. chill, super balanced and down to earth (ay for the pun)

2. please make us take a break we’re literally about to cry if we work for one more minute but we can’t allow ourselves to fucking take it easy

so yes you’ve guessed correctly, we’re going with 2

jeno is going to go so, SO hard on everything he does

literally every single activity you can think of from dance practice to photoshoots to cooking for the dreamies

he stays up later than usual to get that one tricky move in the choreo just right

he works out more because he thinks he has to look absolutely perfect for when they shoot the mv

jisung asked for ramen? he’s making it but you bet your ass he’s spending over 40 minutes just chopping so

many

vegetables

AND STUFF THAT JISUNG WON’T EVEN EAT

but he’s doing it anyway for the reason being that it just has to be the Best™

and it’s not like he’s competing with anyone else to be diligent

this is just about being better than he was and showing himself—and maybe you—how painstakingly hardworking and driven he can be

maybe then you’re gonna acknowledge him as much as you acknowledge nana :((

:(((((

writing this is making me downright sad, jeno is so underrated and unaware of his power UGH

and i need to point out this is NOT about making you change your bias from jaemin to him, this is solely about having you recognize his efforts, even if you already do

if you just thought jeno was like going off in work because it was asked of him to, jaemin would DEF notice and talk to you about it

turns out it’s a habit of jeno to go extra hard sometimes and he needs someone to make him take a break

so it goes down like you breaking into the practice room when jeno and jisung were practising

the first reaction is confusion

the second is oh hey babe how are you

third is

a-are you dragging jeno and his bag out of the door while screeching at jisung to order pizza and doughnuts for everyone??

yes you are and i’m proud of you

so jeno is still confused and making those cute “hUh” noises he does omg i love him so much

and you’re just rambling about how much of an amazing artist he is, and you love his voice, and he’s a fantastic dancer, and his expressions and gestures are on point, and he takes such good care of the dreamies and

he’s perfect

and he knows jaemin must have talked to you, and he feels so vulnerable to have you know how on edge he’s been

baby boy just needs some rest

and that’s exactly what you give him, with a bath full of those fancy bath bombs and flower petals and candles at your house/apt

then a quick sheet mask while you massage his shoulders and keep saying how much you genuinely admire him

the mask might be ruined cus he started crying out of exhaustion

after that’s been done and you’ve hugged for at least like 5 min nonstop, you head over to the dorms, where hyuck was in charge of setting up a blanket fort while mork and nana gather board games, jisung gets the food and chenle

well chenle just had to make sure jisung doesn’t forget to order for someone and doesn’t break like 10 plates trying to set the table lol

this is way longer than the others so imma wrap it up

make it obvious and loud that you see and respect jeno’s hard work and he’ll be alright again

and maybe make those game nights a weekly thing when possible, it would make him very happy

he’ll never again feel sad when you praise jaemin cus now he’s sure he does enough, and above all, he is enough

Haechan

haechan = full sun

why would you ever bias someone when you’re dating the goddamned sun

does not understand

but also does not care that much

actually, one out of two really depending on who your bias is

if it’s one of the members he has that tom/jerry relationship with, prepare for so

much

complaining

and clinging

AND HE’D BE SO LOUD OH MY FUCKING GOD

donghyuck please stop screaming about doyoung not deserving to be your baby’s bias, it’s 2 am

on the other hand, if it’s one of the (few) members he,,,

adores with all of his heart and is not afraid to show it

ex: sungchan, jaehyun, taeil and yang2x

then you can bet he’s going to be right beside you whenever you feel like throwing a fit because he’s just so handsome and talented

IF IT’S MARK OSHDISJD

i’m going to write you as being mark biased ok? ok

i honestly don’t know if he’d feel more jealous of mark or of you

he loves you both

a lot,,,,

and he really doesn’t like it when mark blushes when you compliment him

and he doesn’t like it when mark literally just walks past you and you trip over your feet because bro tf u doing, that’s some embarrassing shit

lowkey done with you two

but also PAY HIM SOME ATTENTION

or don’t, he’s fine either way (cue crossed arms and staring at you from across the room until you come give him a kiss)

“he’s pretty cute but i’m cuter right baby”

pouty pouty pouty if he ever feels neglected

will be so fucking annoying lmao i can’t write haechan, i love him but i do understand why renjun is always trying to beat him up

he’d be a show-off in a different way than mark because he can be so petty

will take every chance he gets to pull a one-liner

will sing everything he has to say just so you know he can hit those high notes

what do you mean dream doesn’t have a schedule today

oh man, he could swear they did

because that is the sole reason why he’s wearing his most expensive clothes and shoes + makeup to walk around the dorms, yes

no he doesn’t want to impress you

shut up

will text you like every single fancam he sees on twitter

every

single

one

and are they mark’s?

lol no, they’re his

he is so genuinely trying to make you a member of his sunflower cult

<whispers> “tell me i’m your bias”

“donghyuck what the actual hell why are you standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night like a fucking demon child”

he really wants to act all cool and composed but he wants to be your bias so fucking bad

he’s a bad bitch all around and just does whatever

cus haechan privilege

and he tends to not care about what people say and think???

bc he knows he’s lee donghyuck

he’s fully aware of the effect he has on people

but you

not biasing him

naw, he can’t take it

will do anything and everything he can to make you say, JUST ONE TIME, he’s your bias

then you can go back to loving (his) mark

so for your sake, for his sake, for mark’s sake

just give donghyuck what he wants

i can promise he’ll keep being an ass no matter what you do

like yeah did you just buy him coffee and his favourite cake? well that’s sweet but iS HE YOUR BIAS YET

“aw babe thanks so much for taking a bullet for me but now please say i’m your bias”

if you still don’t do it, it’s time to be extra petty

will actually drop you for mark

his logic is something like: he can’t be your bias? pity, so he’s just gonna date him instead

and mark is mark so he has no idea what’s going on

everyone in 127 and dream finds this absolutely hilarious cus suddenly donghyuck seems to be doing his best to win over mark’s heart and i mean more than usual???? and he’s treating you like his bro????

<you leaving the dorms to go to uni or smth so you go to hyuck for a goodbye kiss> “no can do, i’m committed”

“i’m your partner”

“no that’s mark”

it’s not 100% a joke when i say i can see him getting down in one knee to propose to mark while making eye contact with you to

assert his dominance

and mark is just

“dude

what HAHAHA”

and you are so done, i’m so sorry you have to go through that bby

i don’t think there’s another way to fix haechan other than just admitting he was your bias for an era, or a comeback or something

like yeah with the other dreamies before him it’s bonding + healing time bc i wrote it all kinda angsty (lol sorry) but with donghyuck

“will you stop this if i say you were my bias during reload era”

“mark wasn’t in dream that era tho”

“yes i know”

i say he’s gonna take what he can get and now things can finally go back to normal

with the exception that something else comes along with hyuck being satisfied with you biasing him

he just has a full pass to fanboy over mark now too

what am i talking about?

new 127 mv is out

you: watching it beside haechan and going off about how pretty mark looks

him: going off even harder bc he’s whipped too

this is what a happy couple looks like

but now i pity mark because he has you two idiots fanboying over him irl

savemork2021

Jaemin

nana is just such a chill and fun guy

i can’t see him being actually jealous or anything if he finds out you bias someone else

and so the two of you become insufferable together

bitch, i’m telling you

he (ur bias) is not gonna have one peaceful day ever again in his entire life

cus you know the thing jaemin does where he just looks at someone doing some random shit and goes “oOoOoH sExY”

yes that thing

he’s doing it to your bias

and you’re doing it too

and your bias probably wants to run away to some very far away land

PLEASE IF IT’S JISUNG

i’m not gonna write this whole thing as if you bias him but let’s just imagine

two fully grown people

pilling on top of poor, poor park jisung playing games on his phone

“URI JISUNGIEEEEEE

MWOYA, MWOYAAAA~"

i genuinely think he would avoid being around you two at the same time

cus individually he can handle it

like yes y/n please let me go this hug has lasted for about 4 minutes now

or oh hi jaemin hyung my cheeks hurt when you pinch them that hard

but when you two are together

bruh

a power couple not bc you two are v confident or some shit but bc you can and will be extremely affectionate towards anyone that comes too close

and now let’s talk about how it would be if you biased jaehyun

jaemin loves jaehyun

they’re 2jae

2jae are soulmates

therefore,,,, it’s also kinda hellish but in a different way???

bc 2jae are on the end of that spectrum about the neos that know how in love the entire world is with them

they’re too powerful

they’re aware of their charm and they do everything they can to rub it in our faces

so the flirting between 2jae and you would be insane

and i mean insane

insane as in even johnny is kinda disgusted tbh bc

they’re doing a photo shoot with the 23 of them for some shit, idk don’t ask me

and of course, you had to tag along

but oh my god you three, please stop calling each other sexy/hot in weird voices now, the staff is staring

there are def rumours the 3 of you are a poly couple lmao

jaehyun denies everything on social media (throwback to saying “no way lol” when we asked if he REALLY slept in the same bed as jungwoo)

but every piece of content there is of you and jaemin or you and jaehyun or just them is so ridiculously flirty

you can bet there are compilations on youtube like

“y/n being in love with 2jae for 8 minutes heterosexual”

ok i was having way too much fun with that, moving on

i don’t think he’d ever be actually upset about you biasing someone else

he trusts you and treasures you a lot so he doesn’t see the problem in you also appreciating another one of his members

bc gods know he does

he’s a bit in love with everyone so why shouldn’t you be too lol

one time he would feel a bit blue because of it???

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i think it’s possible he’d turn pouty or whiny or just kinda needy (not in a bad way, he just misses you) when he’s like

done with people

and needs some time away from everything

we know he’s an introvert, even if he acts very, very loud around the boys and it’s honestly just a matter of time until an introvert grows tired of being around humans

it depends on each person, of course, but there’s a 99% chance every once in a while he’ll start to feel too drained

and he’ll need a break to get his energy back

jaemin would probably want you around even when he feels like that, though

i see you being such a big source of comfort for him in a relationship

he enjoys taking care of people so please take care of him too

and for just this one day don’t talk about your bias that much, or don’t leave nana to go over to him to chat

and just cuddle him a lot

that will make him a smiley baby again

and then things are back to how they normally are

and by that i mean most neos hiding from you because they’re scared

i don’t have a lot to say aside from that so let’s think about the neos that would be the most intimidated by your shared thot aura

dotae would be confused in different ways lol

taeyong would be just ????????????blush/awkward smile/hahaha??????

and doyoung might actually ask what is wrong with you

<points to jeno and his s/o> “why can’t you be like them”

mark would laugh-scream and slap his knee into oblivion whenever you two are cornering him

but then go super shy and be like “dUDE DON’T DO THAT”

resident confident gay jungwoo would rejoice in the attention and make so many goddamned jokes

a literal comedian i love him

i think sicheng and renjun would be on the same wavelength of repugnance towards you lol

chenle would deadass call you weird and tell you to leave him alone

shotaro and kun might faint (or kun will panic-scold you)

taeil is as confused by affection as usual (have you seen the face he makes when haechan kisses him LMFAO he’s smiling but like wondering wtf happened on the inside)

ten is not very amused but might play into it

yangyang: that’s disgusting, man (cue flashbacks to that live with renjun after the from home stage where renjun pretended to lick his hand and slick his hair back,,, catboy injun,,, you know the one)

xiaojun and hendery are such panicked gays they just turn to stare at whoever else is around and make that “help” expression like they’re on the office

haechan is haechan, kinda doesn’t mind it

jeno is used to dealing with this at this point

lucas and yuta love the attention but while yuta will flirt right back lucas is just gonna smile and try to jop his way out of there while screaming

sungchan will go hide behind haechan and say “hyung they’re being dumbasses again”

this turned into ‘how would nct react to you and jaemin being super flirty together’ and i’m not sorry

Chenle

chenle is so fun to write i love him lmao

okay so

he doesn’t strike me as the possessive type with anyone other than jisung (bc i swear he can be a bit jelly towards his bestie but i think it comes with sungie being the sweetest bean ever, he’s just protective)

he’s such a ray of sunshine and witty jokes and dolphin laughter i love him

back to the plot

he literally couldn’t care less about you biasing someone else

b u t

i will say there’s an exception

this exception is tall, kinda lanky, very awkward and born on the 5th of february

you’ve guessed it, it’s jisung

i think most of the time he’d tease THE SHIT out of you for it because c’mon

you had 22 chances not to mess up

and you still somehow ended up biasing jisung? lol do better next time

and this is not me and chenle hating on jisung, please—

he’d just find it funny that your bias is his best friend and

hold the fuck up

your bias is his best friend

oH NO NO NO NO NO

i think after realizing that he would lowkey try to keep you two apart because he’s somehow jealous of both????

and if he can’t help it then you can bet your ass he will be screaming all along

it’s his sweet, dummy jisung

with his sweeter and dummier y/n

what is he going to do

probably has a mini-breakdown with kun because like he’s always wanted you two to get along bUT NOT LIKE THAT

kun will just sigh like the tired father he is and pet his back while saying “there, there”

and a genius idea is going to come to chenle’s mind

you know the teasing thing?

well it’s upgrade time

he’s gonna turn into such a try-hard with tmi and embarrassing shit you two have done

and he’s not trying to stop you from being friends

he just wants you to like

know who you’re befriending

bc i think since he’s really really close to jisung, he doesn’t want you getting closer to him bc you like his idol side alone

and he doesn’t want jisung getting close to you just because you’re his partner either

if you had high hopes for each other and ended up kinda falling face-first into the ground bc it was nothing like you had imagined—

he’d be so broken

because he loves you so much :((((

so like, if you can get past the teasing and annoying barrier he’s putting up, he’ll be more than happy to have two of the most important people in his life being buddies

so get ready for it

if you’re the type of person to go batshit crazy when you drink, oh boy, oh boy

so you and the dreamies are just having dinner when lele feels like it’s the perfect time to disclose some of your drunken adventures

“hey y/n”

“yeah babe?”

“remember that time you got really really drunk on vodka and candy and wanted to call your mom”

“chenle the hell don’t talk ab—”

“but then you tried using the microwave as a phone”

“...”

“or that other time you were equally as drunk and watched the make a wish mv and cried because you noticed the height difference between xiaojun hyung and lucas hyung”

yeah so now’s the part you get up to chase him around the dorms and try to land a kick

BUT WORRY NOT, HE’LL MAKE SURE TO EMBARRASS JISUNG JUST AS MUCH

he likes doing that when it’s just the three of you though

so picture this

movie night the girls boys

chenle would 100% pick the most terrifying horror movie he can find so that he could see jisung clinging to whoever’s closest to him

and then right before a jumpscare, he’d whisper like

“jisung”

“w-what”

“why don’t you do that thing you were doing while you slept last night”

(honestly, i’d be mildly scared if i heard lele say this with no context at all)

and then the jumpscare happens and jisung is nearly fainting and crying at the same time

but chenle is laughing

and trying to get out what he wants to tell you between wheezes

“he-he” <dolphin wheeze> “hE WAS SINGING CHEER UP BY TWICE WHILE SLEEPING” <more wheezes>

and look this is just gonna go on for weeks until you and jisung are over it

and stop being weird and awkward around each other

lele needs you two to be bros ok

so be bros

once you do adapt to being pals with your bias i think chenle would take the teasing down a notch just to make you more comfortable

and like he’s so happy now the three of you can hang out and there’s just no tension

happy chenle is the thing i love the most i swear to gods

and if you don’t adapt to it?

well,,,

i honestly think he’d be pretty disappointed, cus it means to him one of you isn’t ready to fully embrace the weirdness within????

and like what u scared of

jisung is a weirdo, what about it, so are you

either that or he’d think you’re maybe being judgemental

so yeah please accept jisungie and your dumbass boyfriend

then everyone can be besties

i love thinking about the three of you as just this hellbound chaotic trio

because chenji already wreak havoc wherever they go as the two of them

but now that you’re coming along,,,,

no neo would escape from your pranks ever again (and even members of other groups lmfao watch out sehun, i’m talking to you)

and it’s so incredible infuriating in a good way that it just turns to be endearing

you’re cute as fuck so no one gets actually mad with the shit you pull????

which is dangerous, someone should really keep an eye out on the three of you

we don’t need sm to be on fire

well we kinda do cus they’re pretty bad but not my point

i said somewhere above that chenle would tone the teasing down but i don’t mean he’d stop

bc c’mon guys

he’s chenle

no limits here

but sorry, i really cannot write jealous!chenle cus his heart is just too pure and filled with joy for him to be jealous for real

last scenario?

chenle after a comeback stage: ya y/n, i was gonna ask how was my performance today but you were probably more focused on jisung’s arms right

jisung is choking on water somewhere behind you

Jisung

it’s maknae time <plays i.n’s maknae on top>

i don’t mean to picture jisung as being like

ridiculously innocent or just downright naive because i really dislike it when people do that

he’s a literal 19 yo and jaemin himself has said he’s not as innocent as we think lol

however

i do see him as being quite new to all things love

i think you’d probably be his first partner and with first relationships comes a lot of other firsts

first kiss maybe, first time holding hands, first time being jealous….

first time being jealous, yes, focus on that

i don’t think jisung would be aware that like

you not biasing him is even a possibility

cuz you’re dating

doesn’t that come along????

ah poor baby i love him

if you biased chenle i think he’d be just

disgusted and weirded out but okay?? you do you i guess???

he’s comfortable enough with lele to not feel intimidated

but if it’s another member

ESPECIALLY one of the oldest ones

i think it would be a blow straight to his confidence

you biasing ten, kun, taeil, taeyong, doyoung or johnny and maybe yuta would make him feel a bit hesitant and concerned

his first thought would probably be that you don’t like being with someone as young as him

and who knows, maybe you’re even younger than him, maybe you’re the same age, but what if you actually like older guys??

what about him then???

and jisung doesn’t mean to feel so worried and insecure, ok, pls understand where i’m coming from

first relationships normally take like a very long time to build trust and acceptance of the other person’s feelings bc it’s literally a whole new world for you

and that goes extra hard for jisung because he is so fucking whipped for you it’s still hard to believe you like him as much

and it absolutely does not cross his mind that you’d cheat on him with your bias, GODS NO

he really respects you and his hyungs

so no, never

that’s not a thing that can happen

but you realize you’re too good for him and maybe see he doesn’t fit your ideal type?

well, yes, that’s what he’s thinking

probably goes straight to chenle or renjun (he talks about renjun so much asjahj) to vent and ask for advice

i think they’d be surprised to see what’s going on inside his pretty little head because it’s so obvious for everyone that you just adore jisung

and they do tell him that

however, i don’t think it would completely calm his nerves, and again, this has nothing to do with not trusting you

it’s just that

his hyungs are so cool…

HE CAN’T HELP IT OK

would probably try to mirror your bias (i’m saying it’s taeyong for the sake of what i’ve imagined ok) and like

grasp onto some of his qualities?

so in his mind taeyong is: nice, sweet, caring, amazing, perfect, smart, perfect, sexy, mature and did i mention perfect

i can see him trying some new rap styles that mimic tyong’s a bit???

like would lowkey learn his raps from cherry bomb and superm’s one and listen to recordings frequently to pick up on how taeyong does it

i think he’d also just change the way he acts in general to dodge a bit from his maknae image

so now he tries to speak with a more formal-ish language and learns random facts about things you like to seem more intelligent???

“good morning y/n, you look as beautiful as one of voiello’s paintings today :]”

“wait i thought that was a pasta brand”

he’s just trying to show you he can be mature and serious if you want him to

long story short, he’s not acting like himself (not that he’s childish, he’s just out of it) and you don’t like it, so you ask about it and wait for him to feel comfortable with sharing

when he does talk about it breaks your heart so much :((

you’re going to need some patience to try and show him you’d choose him, and not your bias, even if you had the chance

they’re completely different people and you love him BECAUSE he’s jisung, not for any other reason

please reassure him so he can go back to acting like his authentic self, i think it would be such a relief for him too

your words and affection are obviously enough for him, but if it ever happens that he feels especially low and insecure again, it would help if your bias talks to him too

and taeyong wouldn’t have a problem with it

actually, scratch that, taeyong probably knew what was going on all along

he just has that motherly 7th sense (ay) that is even more acute with the dreamies cus like

127 has him, wayv has kun, but dream has…

the dreamies

and that, my friend, is terrifying

anyway he’d come to talk to jisung asking like “what’s wrong buddy :(“ and sungie would be a bit ashamed because it sounds so silly when you say it out loud

of course tyong wouldn’t judge him, and he just really has to tell jisung what is it you and he are always talking about

it’s him

“when they come around to talk and hang out here it all goes back to you, jisungie. they can’t spend one second without mentioning your name

it’s so cute; it’s always like ‘oh jisung would love this’ or ‘jisung likes it that way’

so please be kinder to yourself and let yourself see that they’re in love with you, not with me and not with any other member they ever mention”

jisung would feel 10000000% better

and smiley

and giggly

and oh my god do you really talk about him that much

LOOK HE’S BLUSHING

would just go over to your house immediately and hug you, burying his face on your neck from behind you

and not let go

ever again

the whole situation just teaches him a lot about accepting your love for him and not questioning it

shut up i’m not crying

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final notes: this was my first work after the humanity series and it was so fun lol i think next up is probs gonna be an ideal type scenario for ot23 (but if i really write it i’m gonna post it by subunit and its gonna be way shorter than this, don’t expect 23K words at once lmao)

if you’ve enjoyed this fic please consider reading my humanity series, which is a zombie apocalypse au with kun <3

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