#nctu

[injoontz]

♡ :: nct dream as taylor swift the tortured poets department songs ↳ just a silly song analysis of nct dream in a relationship

~ oc = original character ~ ~ unedited ~

🤍 — MARK LEE ! !

[ SO HIGH SCHOOL ] when it comes to mark i feel like the concept of a giggly, high school romance is something that would fit him perfectly. if i was a delusional mark stan i would say that mark gives high school crush, he's everyone's friend and is overall a very kind and bright person. he would be the type of boy that all the guys would want to be friends with and all the girls would have a crush on. but because of this, he would also be a bit oblivious to oc's obvious crush on him. he would make silly mistakes and be the slowest person to realize that oc has a crush on him until she finally tells him. only then would he start to pay more attention to her and slowly fall for her.

🤍 — HUANG RENJUN ! !

[ THE ALBATROSS ] this song makes me so emotional and to think of this song with renjun really makes my heart hurt. the concept of falling in love with someone that everyone is telling you that will hurt you but the reality is the opposite. renjun seems like the type of person to fall for someone and love them unconditionally, however those around him warn him about getting into a relationship. they'll say that him being in a relationship will ruin him and his reputation. renjun would fall for oc and oc would love him just as much as he loves her, but the public disapproves of their relationship warning renjun and telling renjun that he should break up with her. but oc tells renjun that she will protect him and that she will always be there for him, even if the public doesn't like their relationship, she is willing to put up with the hate so that they can be together.

🤍 — LEE JENO ! !

[ THE ALCHEMY ] jeno is just so the alchemy coded, the concept of a love that only happens once in a life time and two people forming new memories and love together. jeno and oc would be one of those perfect couples that while they may have arguments here and there, they are able to work through it together. they are the image of a perfect healthy relationship. they are the champions of the world because they are together. not to mention taylor's line "where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me," just seems like a very jeno coded song. he would win an amazing award at a music show but the moment he gets off stage, he doesn't rush to take a photo with the trophy but instead runs to oc and embraces her.

🤍 — LEE HAECHAN ! !

[ IMGONNAGETYOUBACK ] you can't even argue with me about this song because it's just so haechan coded. in this song, the narrator is singing about their ex and how they are going to get them back. however, the double meaning behind this song makes it obvious that the narrator is confused about what she wants to do to her ex. she's fighting between wanting to get back together with her ex and loving him, or if she should get revenge on him for hurting her heart. in this instance, the narrator and haechan had an amazing healthy relationship, but a series of mistakes led the two to break up with both of them ending on bad terms with one another. i can imagine a second-chance romance with a lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers trope. there would be high tension between the two as they try to force themselves to hate one another but secretly they still like one another and eventually after some pushing from their friends, they are able to talk things out and be together again.

🤍 — NA JAEMIN ! !

[ DOWN BAD ] do i need to say anymore? the lyrics themselves scream jaemin. from crying in the gym to longing for the lost relationship, i feel like for jaemin, this would be another one of those relationships that ended abruptly due to some sort of misunderstanding. in this case, the misunderstanding came from oc and her inability to talk it out problems with jaemin. additionally, letting his emotions get the better of him, jaemin and oc wouldn't be able to talk out their misunderstanding and he would leave her to protect himself from further heartbreak and distress. but now the oc is torn due to her mistake and inability to communicate with jaemin. she's singing about how she's still in love with him but is lost in how to approach him and fix their broken relationship.

🤍 — ZHONG CHENLE ! !

[ I LOOK IN PEOPLE'S WINDOWS ] with chenle i feel like this is the type of relationship that ended quietly. there was no crazy fight or misunderstanding but there's still a loss between the two. after they break up, there's a odd sense of emptiness that the narrator is trying to fill. the lyrics depict a narrator who had a minor yer also significant personal loss. she finds herself obsessively looking into the windows of houses in hopes of catching a glimpse of chenle. additionally, seeing chenle online and seeing his performances, she finds herself longing and seeking him out more. despite having broken up with one another on good terms, there's still a desire to understand where their relationship went wrong and to reconnect with one another to try and bring back the love that they lost.

🤍 — PARK JISUNG ! !

[ FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER ] this song refers to the narrator breaking out of a relationship that she feels jailed in. however, the narrator is still reliving parts of the relationship that she misses and yearns for. i feel like with this song, jisung and the oc are in a healthy relationship until they become public. once the public eye catches wind of their relationship everything changes and now the relationship seems to be holding the oc hostage. everything that they would do would be publicised, and the oc hates that. however, the second message in the song saying "now pretty baby, im running home to you", rather than applying it to a second relationship as many swifties have in terms of joe and matty, i like to think of this as the oc runs to jisung for consolation. she's trying to escape the public eye ("the slammer") by running to jisung ("home") because he is always there to comfort her and support her. despite the pressure from the public, she doesn't want to ruin her relationship with jisung and instead she would rather push through the bad parts so that she can remain with him and cherish their relationship.

©injoontz 2024

[fool4nct]

[renchim]

HAECHAN 7LLIN' IN OUR YOUTH

[prttygrlsv3kpop]

Mark treating you like a toy while he finishes fkn you because you’re tired and can’t do anything anymore

Him throwing you around and folding you in the most binding positions just to get reactions from you

Low key denying your orgasm because he wants to hear you whine and see you pout with glassy eyes

Squeezing and sucking on your neck cause that’s what makes you especially puddy like in his hands

Shoving his fingers down your throat just so you drool uncontrollably looking even more fucked out

Finally cumming in you and watching it drip out slowly

Gathering it with his fingers and forcing them in your mouth so you can taste both of you

Grabbing you by your hair and pulling you to lick him clean

Gripping your throat when you’re done so he can have a taste too ♥️

[taeyongslaptop]

The king of visuals.

[natalia-lafourcade]

Johnny + Yuta "Work It" ↳for @likeasoup

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Image Description

5 GIFS of NCT members Johnny and Yuta

(1/5) A bright outdoor scene. Johnny and Jisung are standing back to back and pumping their arms while laughing. Johnny’s hair is bleached blond and reaches his shoulders. He is wearing a light blue dress shirt over a cerulean blazer. Jisungs hair is slicked back and he is wearing a white vest over a bright orange dress shirt. The scene changes to reveal Yuta dancing as well. His blue hair is slicked back and he is wearing a black dress shirt under a teal blazer.

(2/5) Shot of NCT dancing in front of a bright yellow LED screen. Johnny is in the center and he is dancing by raising his left arm. His hair is in a half up-do. He is wearing black skinny jeans with star print, a black t-shirt under a white long sleeved shirt, and checkered vans. Behind him we can see glimpses of Jaemin and Jungwoo.

(3/5) Yuta in front of a bright blue LED screen. His hands are clasped and then he points to the camera. He is wearing a cheetah print windbreaker with black accents.

(4/5) Johnny standing in front of a curtain made of shiny red streamers. He is ni the same outfit as the previous gif. His hands are cupped as he blows red confetti from his hands into the camera.

(5/5) Close up shot of Yuta staring intently at the camera. He is sitting against a bright yellow wall. He is wearing the same cheetah print blazer and he is wearing silver rhinestone studded earrings.

[catherler]

mark lee moodboard

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by. catherler

[meitinguan]

NCT 2023

Golden Age / Baggy Jeans

ISTJ / Broken Melodies / Poison / Best Friend Ever

Ay-Yo / DJ

Phantom / Good Life

[kiachiako]

december nct recs

my library of favorites from DEC <3 all creds to authors

[ sorted by word count ]

series

RENJUN | russian roulette | @jiamour — in which you and renjun are neighbors and you both hate each other, or at least you think you do. alternatively: film students watch movies together and talk about the French revolution.

HAECHAN | love, on air | @njmverse — when you return to ever after high for your spring semester to be met with a new roommate, you weren’t expecting it to be your #1 rival, lee donghyuck. things escalate when he tries to steal your thunder as a matchmaker during valentine’s month. as you navigate your new dorm life with a new roommate, you soon realise your title as cupid isn’t the only thing being stolen away by him.

oneshots

[m] MARK & HAECHAN | surviving no nut november | @domjaehyun 28.8k — mark lee x fem!reader x lee haechan

MARK | where’s your good-natured gryffindor-slytherin rivalry? | @taelme 23k — friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, Hogwarts!au (fluff, mild angst, slow burn, mutual secret pining) 

TAEYONG | little taste of heaven | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | @taelme 23k — single parent taeyong!au, kindergarten teacher!y/n

[m] JUNGWOO | pincushion | @jungwooisms 20k — tailor!jungwoo x female!bookbinder!reader, fluff, angst, smut, period piece

[m] JENO | rose-colored glasses (all distorted) | pt. 2 | @neowinestainedress 18.3k — a long-lasting crush for her brother’s best friend, a bet, obsession, devotion and jealousy; all things that cannot lead to anything good. But the world that Jeno showed her was perfect and she couldn’t see what it really hid behind the rose-colored glasses. It was all distorted.

[m] HAECHAN | drippin’ | @neowinestainedress 18.2k — you need relief from this strange pain you’re feeling, but you don’t know what to do. Your boyfriend and his friends offer to help, giving you a solution you didn’t quite expect coming.

MARK | would you be so kind? | @sehunniepotwrites 17k — It was ironic, really, how you had a love and hate relationship with flowers. Growing up as a florist’s daughter, your love and admiration for the language of flowers flourished at a young age. Your thoughts, however, changed when you were diagnosed with the sickness that killed with one of the things you loved the most. You weren’t sure what hurt more, though - the hammering agony your heart experienced every single time Mark looked at her so lovingly or the excruciating pain your lungs suffered through whenever you remembered your best friend loved her and not you.

HAECHAN | better than gold | @cherryeoniis 16.4k — nobleman!haechan x fem!readerhistorical au (early 19th century), fluff, angst, friends to lovers

[m] HAECHAN | love bites | @sundaysundaes​ 16k — Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat--even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.

TAEYONG | when the shadow meets the light | @taeyongtime 15.7k — hufflepuff!taeyong x slytherin!reader, hogwarts!au

[m] MARK | gorgeous | @lucyandthepen 12.4k — you don’t know what in the football uniform mark is wearing is so attractive. maybe it’s how broad is shoulders always look in that jersey. maybe it’s how nicely accentuated his ass is when he’s running. or, maybe, just maybe, it’s how painfully conspicuous the outline of his cock is through those pants.  or, you know. all of the above.  

JOHNNY | like or like like | @taelme 12k — college!au, college frat boy!Johnny

JENO | the roommate contract | @jaeyunverse​ 11.3k — one-sided enemies to lovers, roommates au, brother’s best friend au, fake dating

[m] HAECHAN | sure thing | @domjaehyun 11k — haechan x fem!reader

JENO | our beloved youth | @yourstruleejn 10k — fate has a cruel way of bringing people in and out of one’s life. be it through weather changes, old memories or what seem to be mere coincidences. Jeno and you parted ways a long time ago, but destiny still has its say in who you end up with. 

[m] JAEMIN | backseat chronicles | @notnctu​ 8.5k — There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back.  

[m] MARK & HAECHAN | roommates | @smileysuh 8.3k — as Jungwoo's best friend, you have your pick of fratboys to date, including Jeno, who has a huge crush on you. But you're only attracted to Lee's that come in pairs, and you can't get roommates Mark and Hyuck off your mind.

[m] HAECHAN | babe watch | @milfgyuu​ 7.9k — You and Haechan both have big plans this summer. You’re going to earn yourself a spot on the infamous Baywatch team and Haechan’s deadset on getting the girl. It just so happens that both your plans intersect quite nicely.

[m] JAEMIN | one day closer | @choco-mark 6.6k — in a world where soulmates can hear each other’s thoughts, you slowly fall in love with your soulmate, though it takes you an eternity to realize who it really is.

JENO | everlong | @raibebe​ 6.1k — 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader

HAECHAN | i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!) | @luvdsc​ 5.2k — lee donghyuck x reader, best friend + youtuber au

[m] RENJUN | to taste the forbidden fruit | @yutasbellybuttonpiercing​ 4.5k — friends to lovers

[m] HAECHAN | under your skin | @fadedncity 4.2k — haechan x fem!reader, enemies with benefits to lovers, angst

YUTA | still in love | @neonun-au 2.2k — yuta x reader, exes to something more

JAEHYUN | [drabble] | @suhglow — fluff, stoner!reader, weed consumption

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happy reading <3

xoxo

[j0hnj4ej3n]

it's rare for two people to fall in love at the same time

Best friends to lovers! Jeno x fem!reader ft. the dreamies

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, some cursing, slightly suggestive

Note: happy birthday Jeno Lee !! <3 jk. I know it’s been more than a month since his birthday but I was too busy with my finals to finish this au in time for his birthday :( Anyways, here’s a best friends to lovers!jeno au for everyone! I hope all of you have been doing well! I have also recently set up my kofi and will be opening commissions soon, so stay tuned for that! For now, enjoy some fluffy Jeno content <3

You’ve been best friends with Jeno since freshman year in highschool, the two of you lived in the same neighbourhood and would hang out together all the time. Now, you’re both in the same college, in courses you’re passionate about. He frequents your apartment when your roommate isn’t around and you go over to his place just as often, even if just to hang out with him and the rest of the boys. 

It’s a Friday night and you have your small apartment to yourself, since your roommate is crashing at her boyfriend’s. And you thought, why not invite Jeno over since you haven’t really hung out together because of how busy school has been. It was just another night over at your place, another heart to heart talk, another sleepover. 

Except, tonight wasn’t just another night. 

You two had some to drink, Jeno was on his second bottle of soju but his tolerance is pretty high so you assumed that he was still pretty sober. Maybe it still helped that he had a little liquor to pump up his courage. 

“Have I ever told you that I think you’re really pretty?” he asked, as he leaned closer to look at your face. Although his neck was slightly red, his eyes were clear and genuine. 

You, on the other hand, just downed your first bottle when he said that. You were not a bad drinker, but you’re not the best drinker either. You were tipsy to say the least, so you laughed and pushed his face away, telling him to shut up while doing so. 

“No, like, seriously.” 

“No… Actually, yes, once. At our highschool prom, but I hated my dress that night.”

“Ah, right. I always thought you were really pretty though, like all the time.” He took a swing of soju after he completed his sentence.

You frown, genuinely confused even in your tipsy state. You could feel your heart thumping steadily in your chest. The thumping rang loudly in your ears, you can’t tell if it was because of the alcohol in your system or the words that Jeno just said. You wondered if he could hear how obnoxiously loud your heart was beating. 

He looked at you and chuckled at your expression, shaking his head before mumbling a soft, “nevermind”. 

“You’re drunk,” you said, taking a sip from your newly opened bottle, all the while trying to excuse what he said as drunken words. Then you remembered that people were a lot more honest when they’re drunk and you want to slap yourself in the face. 

“Maybe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird.” 

You shook your head, meaning to tell him that it was fine. 

Your conversation drifted into other things. About how finals sucked ass, how you don’t know how you’re going to pass your data analytics class. He talked about training, about how he can’t feel his legs sometimes after skating in the rink for so long. Then, you two talked about the future. 

“I hope we could still be this close after we graduate,” you tell him, pulling his hand towards you and holding it. You two held hands often, not outside when you’re walking in the streets like a couple. But in special, heartfelt times like this. 

Jeno first held your hand during your highschool prom, when your parents insisted on taking multiple photos of you two together, even though both of you had your own dates. You two still danced together that night, just for sentimental purposes. 

You held his hand when he lost his first ice hockey match in college. He really didn’t play well that day, you held his hand to lift him off the ground where he sat to sulk after the game. And held his hand a while more after that, just to provide some solace. 

“We will be, you have nothing to worry about.” Jeno assured you without hesitation. 

The night continued on and you were dozing off on the sofa, so Jeno started cleaning up a bit. He started by disposing of the empty pizza boxes that were lying on the coffee table. He cleared the soju bottles too and by then, he was sure you were knocked out on the sofa. And needless to say, he was right. 

He tried to nudge you softly awake to bring you to your bed, but you only whined in protest. So his last resort was to carry you, which he was used to doing on nights like this. You were awoken by suddenly being lifted off the sofa but kept your eyes closed because your mind was too tired to fight the drowsiness that the soju brought. 

Jeno placed you gently down on your bed and got dragged down along with your arms that circled around his neck. You knew damn well how bad you look drunk and maybe it was liquor courage helping you this time, because you spoke before you could think of stopping yourself. 

“Even now, you think I’m pretty?” 

Jeno’s face was mere inches away from yours, you could feel his breath on your cheeks and smell the alcohol that stuck to your bodies. And if Jeno was anyone else, he might just kiss you right now. But he was not going to do that to you, especially not when you’re drunk. He convinced himself that he would save this for another time, if fate allowed it. 

But you are not Jeno and you lack the self-control that he possessed. You stared at his lips, his pink and pretty lips. And since your arms were still wrapped securely around his neck, you began to pull him in. 

However, he tugs at your arms lightly, freeing himself from your hold and continues to tuck you in. 

In that moment, the slight embarrassment began to set in and you let him go. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-” you started but was cut off by Jeno. 

“y/n, it’s fine. Trust me, I want it too. But not like that, you’re tipsy and I don’t want us to do something you might regret tomorrow.” 

You only nodded as a reply, not really knowing what to think. Because yet again, your heart was thumping so loudly, you couldn’t comprehend what he just said or what he meant. 

“But to answer your question, yes. Even now I think you’re pretty, I always think you’re pretty,” he replied with the smile that reached his eyes. 

He pats your head, like he does every time he puts you to bed when you’re drunk. Except that this time, you’re not asleep yet. And you stare at him, smiling endearingly down at you. With the soothing way Jeno is patting you, you gradually fall into a sleepy state. 

With the amount of soju in your system, it was no wonder that you eventually fell asleep despite all the emotions that sent your thoughts spiralling. The last thing you remembered was Jeno continuously patting your head as you drifted off to sleep. When Jeno was sure you fell asleep – signalled by your slowed and deep breaths – he gave in a little and pecked you lightly on the forehead. This would be his little secret that he would bring to his grave. 

And that was how the night ended. Jeno went to wash up and came back to sleep on the foldable mattress you always had in your room for when he sleeps over. Tonight however, the thought of the girl sleeping on the bed beside him was busy keeping him up all night. 

 You woke up feeling a little groggy but nothing yet close to a hangover. Still, Jeno left hangover tablets on your bedside table like he always does, along with a cup of water. And as you take the tablets, you realise that Jeno wasn’t in the room. 

You went to wash up and still, no Jeno in sight. Your roommate was also not home yet. 

You went back to your room to make your bed and paused when you remembered what happened yesterday. There’s no way Jeno just left like that, right? 

Just then, you hear the opening and closing of your apartment door and you walk out to see Jeno. He had his glasses on and was wearing a baseball cap, along with his hoodie and sweatpants that he left in your apartment from his previous visit. 

He looked at you as he held up the all too familiar Starbucks bag and gently shook it, chuckling at how relieved you looked. You really needed some coffee, after a night of drinks and also to prepare yourself for the conversation you were going to have with Jeno. 

You know how there’s this belief that girls and guys can’t be ‘just friends’, let alone best friends? You always thought this didn’t apply to you and Jeno. He was your best friend and that was it. That was until he got his first girlfriend. It was then that you realised that maybe he wasn’t just a best friend to you.  

You wouldn’t say that you got jealous. But you got pretty close to it, you never mentioned it to Jeno though. But you were sure that it showed somehow. 

On Jeno’s end, the relationship wasn’t what he imagined it to be. His girlfriend was great and she really liked him and he would say that he really liked her too. Then, how come he keeps thinking about you even when he’s with her? They broke up eventually because Jeno was training too often to spend enough time with her. 

When you started dating someone too, Jeno didn’t look like he was jealous. And to be completely honest, he wasn’t. He was more angry than jealous. Because your boyfriend was so insecure about your friendship with Jeno that he was manipulating you to try and mess with your friendship. However, your friendship with Jeno was stronger than these tactics. Thankfully, you were smart enough to break things off before it got out of hand. You were still heartbroken though, and you wouldn’t stop crying for days. 

All Jeno could do back then was bring you the food you liked and stayed with you till you felt better. 

Both of you knew that your friendship wasn’t as simple as you two hoped for it to be.

And now, the two of you were seated at your dining table, facing each other. You took a sip of your warm coffee, feeling much better than when you just woke up. Coffee works like magic for keeping you awake and energised for most days, but you believe there’s no cup of coffee strong enough to prepare you for the conversation you’re about to have with Jeno. 

He was tapping his coffee cup, staring at every little thing in your tiny apartment except you. 

You took in a deep breath and gave yourself a quick mental pep talk and finally spoke. 

“Don’t you have something you want to tell me?” 

His eyes averted from the window behind you as he looked you in the eyes and pressed his lips tightly together. He held his coffee cup with both hands as he straightened his back, as if preparing to speak. 

“Ah… that, last night was just…I was… I didn’t really know what I was doing.” 

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, obviously taken aback. Was he about to pretend like nothing happened last night? Who does he think you are? You two have been best friends for years and he thinks you wouldn’t pick up when he’s lying? 

The way he’s rubbing his thumbs together anxiously and the way he can’t even look you in the eye after saying what he said. 

“You’re lying!” you accused him loudly. 

His eyes widened, like how they always do when he starts to get defensive. 

“What? I’m not!” He quickly refutes before his lips fall into a pout. He has a tendency to pout unknowingly when he bickers with you. And it triggers something in you, you let the words slip out before you even thought to stop yourself. 

“Then how did we end up almost kissing last night?” 

After you realised what you said, your face fell and you instantly felt your fight, flight, freeze response kick in and since you couldn’t hide anywhere in this tiny apartment, you froze.

Jeno opened his mouth as if to say something only to close it. His eyes averted briefly down to your lips before catching himself and looking you in the eye again. A light hue of pink spreaded across his cheeks and you were sure your expression mirrored his too. 

After a few seconds of neither of you speaking, Jeno sighed. 

“I’m not lying though, I really didn’t know what came over me. I’m just… I’m really conflicted y/n. I don’t know what to do.” He said as he leaned back against the chair, putting both his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. 

You felt yourself frown slightly, “Why? Are we not on the same page? You like me too…right?” 

Jeno pushed his glasses up in an attempt to hide his smile behind his hand, then his expression turned serious again. His worries threaten to overwhelm him again. 

“I-i do.” 

He finally admitted it. He finally lets you know and he felt like he was going to explode. So he does the only thing he knows to do and let his body take control. He pushed the chair back and stood up abruptly. You look up at him, confused as to what he is about to do. 

Jeno took five quick steps to your sofa and plopped himself onto it, face first (with his glasses still on his face, man is fearless). You can’t help but let out a laugh, standing up from the dining table to walk over to him. 

You pulled a cushion out from under him and whacked him gently with it multiple times, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get up and talk to me properly like a man!” You playfully mocked him. 

He lifted himself up from his lying position to grab another cushion to shield himself. “Okay, okay, stop it,” he protested in between your attacks. 

He swiftly pulls the cushion out of your hands and drags you down to sit beside him. You were now face to face again, but closer now, without the dining table separating you two. 

“I just don’t want things to change. I love how things are but I also want more. But I’m afraid of wanting more. What if things don’t go well? What if I end up losing my best friend?” He tells you while looking into your eyes. The air in the room stills as he waits for your reply. 

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he probably thought of the worst case scenario over and over again already. You have similar concerns too. 

Movies and books always make falling in love with your best friend look so magical. And in your case, it kind of is magical. It’s a good thing that both you and Jeno have fallen for each other. But he’s right, who knows if things will go well? At the same time, how could you rule out the chance that this could be the best thing to happen with the two of you? 

It is completely normal that Jeno was conflicted. But you didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity in the name of ‘not ruining the friendship’. So you did the only thing you knew could put his mind at ease and assure him. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. You felt his shoulders relax as his arms circled your waist, bringing you closer to him. “We’ll just have to make it work then. We’ll be fine… great even. We’ll be the best couple ever, I promise.” You assured him best you could, even though you shared the same concerns. But they didn’t matter right now. 

You felt him chuckle against you as you pulled away to look at him, arms still around his shoulders. “Then, I promise I’ll take care of your heart from now on if you let me,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear as he leans his forehead against yours. It was both the cheesiest and the sweetest thing you have heard coming from Jeno.

You can’t help but scrunch your nose – something you did often when you get flustered. “Don’t get shy with me now, you wanted me to talk to you about it like a man.” 

“Are you always going to be this cheesy? Because I can’t promise I won’t just laugh in your face when you say things like this.” You tell him as you push him away lightly to hide your flustered face. 

“Hey, I’m trying my best to be a good boyfriend here, plus I’m actually being serious too,” the both of you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the past ten minutes. Less than half a day ago you two were seated on this same sofa hanging out as best friends. And now, you’re two blushing adults, revealing your ‘long-hidden secret’. 

“So, you’re my boyfriend now, huh? Since when? You didn’t even ask.” You teased, realising how he very smoothly self-proclaimed the title. 

He rolled his eyes as he pushed his glasses up again and cleared his throat. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He mumbled while looking away. 

“What was that?” You frowned exaggeratedly while cupping your right ear, pretending you didn’t hear him. 

“My dear y/n, will you be my girlfriend? Before I consider retracting the offer,” he said with gritted teeth. You gasped at the audacity of this man and he laughed at your reaction. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll be your girlfriend, don’t retract the offer,” you replied in fake reluctance. 

The two of you hugged again, and you felt yourself melting into his arms, the cups of coffee left forgotten on the dining table. The hug fell into a half an hour long cuddle that consisted of the first few awkward minutes of trying to get into a comfortable cuddling position. With the rest of the time you two fell into comfortable conversation, it’s like nothing really changed. And yet, everything has. 

You two talked about how things will be like from now on and realised that it’ll pretty much be the same, just better. Because you two don’t have to resist your feelings anymore. The secret is out and you can both relish in the fact that you can openly express your love for the other now. 

The next few weeks went by and the two of you were inseparable, just like in highschool. When both your schedule permits, you would have meals together in school. He crashes at your apartment more often than you did at his place since your roommate walked in on the two of you cuddling in your room once. No doubt, you were teased to death everyday for at least a week after she found out. 

If that sounds bad, you can’t even begin to imagine how the boys would react if they found out. Which is why you and Jeno rarely slept over at his place anymore, because to his friends, you two were very much still merely best friends. 

However, you were over at his place one day after your classes because you missed his stupid face after not seeing him for two days straight. Jeno said he would drop by your place once he was done playing his video games. But you knew that meant that he might turn up at midnight and for the sake of your sanity (being a college student is not easy, sigh pie) , you could not afford to have another late night this week. 

He also informed you that most of the boys had club activities or were out today. So here you were, sitting on his bed, reading one of your course texts while he played his ‘last round’ of this video game on his computer. He has been on the said last round for the past hour and you were sure you saw him die and respawn more than once already. 

“Lee Jeno…” you called out through gritted teeth, burning holes on the back of his head with your glare. 

“Yes baby?” He replied while his fingers moved frantically across his keyboard. 

“Can’t you spend some time with me while I’m here?” You said as you got up to stand beside him, gently running your hand through his dark hair, while watching his progress in the game. 

You always had a habit of ruffling his hair even from back in highschool. In the past, it was an act of simple teasing. You used to do it especially when he was sulking over something, like when you pretended to forget his birthday. When really, you were planning to surprise him with some of his friends. Or when he got upset over you not wanting to go to get ice cream with him at three in the morning because you wanted to sleep. 

Recently however, it has turned into something more natural and affectionate. Like the effortless expression of longing and love for this man, who was both your best friend and your lover. 

“Alright, this will be the last one. Promise.” He said as he tried to move out of the enemy's line of vision. Only to get shot when he turned the corner. He sighed and slumped onto his chair from his previously upright position. 

“See, told you it would be the last round,” he looked up at you from the position on his chair and smiled, the kind that turned his eyes into crescents. The realisation that he had you waiting for an hour finally hits him and he was trying to be all cute and clingy now that you’re visibly on the brink of being annoyed. 

You rolled your eyes at him and complained about how he has been saying that since an hour ago and he only laughs and pulls you onto his lap. He has a habit of doing this now that you two are together. He would ease your annoyance about his gaming by having you close to him. Sometimes he would have you on his lap and you two would snuggle close like this for a while before he went back to gaming while you got comfortable on his lap, with a book in hand. 

The two of you naturally fell into conversation about your respective days up once you stopped nagging at him about his gaming ‘addiction’, to which he would whine about how you sound like his mum. You like to respond to that by ensuring him that you would definitely tell on him when the two of you went home to visit your parents over the semester break. 

As your conversation flowed, Jeno filled you in on his ice hockey training schedule, while drawing circles on your thigh as you continued stroking the back of his hair. 

 “Season begins next month, so trainings are going to pick up. But my weekends are free, so we can hang out on those days,” he said with a hint of worry in his voice. 

Jeno started playing ice hockey in highschool, since he had always loved to ice skate. In your junior year, Jeno was appointed as vice-captain of the team, alongside Mark, who was the senior captain. When Mark graduated, Jeno stepped up as captain in his senior year and led the team to victory in the championships for the third year in a row. 

To say Jeno was passionate about the sport was an understatement. Jeno loves ice hockey more than anything and always tried his best to improve even though he was already a phenomenal player. And you loved watching him play, you wouldn’t miss a game ever since you first watched him during your sophomore year. As his best friend, you would cheer the loudest when he played well and was there to support him after his lower moments in the rink. 

But you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was worried that training would take away too much of his time with you. Even though you didn’t want him to worry about something so minor, it made your heart flutter quite a bit. 

“Jen, don’t even worry about it. We’ll work around it, besides, I’ll be at every game so you better train well to win!” You told him as you reached to hold his face in your hands, emphasising your point. 

“Oh, bet.” He retorted confidently, following up with a question you knew was coming. 

“And what would I get if I do win? Hm?” he asked cheekily pulling you closer to him. 

“We’ll see about that when you do win,” you responded, refusing to give in to his antics just yet. 

“Well, I’ll suggest that a kiss like this will suffice as a good example of a celebratory gift,” Jeno said as he pulled you in gently by the neck and kissed you. You could feel him smile against your lips as you kissed him back. 

In the weeks since you became a couple, kissing quickly became something that happened naturally. Having Jeno’s soft lips against yours was not a foreign occurrence by now, and yet every time your lips met his, you could not stop your heart from beating faster and faster with the passing of each second. 

He kisses you gently, carefully, like he was savouring every second of the kiss. Jeno’s lips felt ever so soft as they moved against yours, and you felt your heart swell as if it could explode any minute. He pulled away briefly, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushed your thighs away ever so slightly to give you enough space to reposition yourself so that you were now straddling him. 

Then he began as quickly as he stopped, pulling you close by your waist to claim your lips again. This kiss, more intense than the last. Little shivers of pleasure shot through you as Jeno deepened the kiss, parting your lips. You had one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself on his lap as the other hand dug into his locks. 

Jeno’s warm hands slid under your shirt, caressing your smooth skin and his touch sent tingles down your spine. Giddiness took over the two of you as you parted again, as Jeno stared at you with a dumbstruck smile on his face. You began to catch your breath, and just when you thought he was done, his hands claimed a firm grip on your bare hips and he lifted you off his lap like you weighed nothing. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you let out a yelp, shocked from the sudden movement. He began making his way to the foot of his bed and you prepared for the impact of landing on it. With his face so close to yours, he tenderly pecked your nose before leaning in to kiss you once again. 

His fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your back as your arms tightened around his neck. Jeno always kissed you like his life depended on it and you returned his kisses with the same longing and intimacy. With Jeno, you finally understood why people always described kissing as melting. You felt like every part of your being was dissolving into him, becoming one. 

You feel Jeno’s body leaning forward, and you instinctively hold him closer, ready to crash onto the soft duvet. Instead, you hear the slight creaking of the door and a sharp gasp. Jeno pushed your body away and onto his bed. You landed on the very edge of it, almost toppling over when you catch a glimpse of Jaemin standing by the door with his mouth agape. 

“I’m so sorry,” he managed to mutter out. But Jaemin's shock visibly turned into amusement as he chuckled under his breath. He let a few more snickers out as he began to excuse himself from the room, closing the door on his way out. 

Before he closes the door fully, he pops his head back in, “I won’t tell the rest, but you have to tell me everything later,” he gleefully tells Jeno, with the biggest smile on his face. 

“Okay, fine. Please leave. Now.” Jeno says through gritted teeth as he walks towards the door to try and shove Jaemin out. You watch as the two boys struggle at the door before Jaemin gives up and leaves, Jeno locking the door behind him. 

“I can’t believe what just happened,” Jeno uttered as he ran his hand through his hair. 

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like that,” you said while laughing as Jeno chuckled with you, apologising as he walked towards you to pull you up to your feet. 

“I thought you said none of them were home,” you asked when you two calmed from being caught. To which Jeno could only shrug, “I thought so too.” 

“Well whatever, I’ll bear the teasing if it means I can hug you around the house now.” 

Jeno gave you a quick peck and engulfed you in a hug. You melted into his hold and hugged him back, swaying slowly as you two stayed like this until Jeno’s phone vibrated on his nightstand. 

He let you go to check the notification and you leaned in to look at the screen, only to turn red from the message. 

- 5:25pm -

NANA🐰: “don’t forget to use protection ;)” 

“This little fucker… WE’RE NOT DOING ANYTHING!” Jeno shouted loud enough for Jaemin to hear it from outside and the two of you could hear Jaemin’s cackling laughter as a response. 

Jeno continued cursing under his breath before he plopped himself onto his bed. You laughed at his reaction and joined him. The evening ended with cuddling and the occasional exchange of kisses, but every cuddling session had to come to an end somehow. You had an early lecture tomorrow morning and you had to go back to have an early night. 

Jeno tried to convince you to stay the night, even offering to drive you to class if you do. As tempting as it was, you rejected his offer. You knew he had a long day tomorrow, with training after his classes. You weren’t going to have him get up early to drive you to class when he could be sleeping in. So you told him he could sleepover at your place soon and he was satisfied with that for tonight. 

He walked you to the door, since you also rejected his offer to drive you to your apartment. It wouldn’t take long and you were going to meet your roommate at the bus stop to walk home together anyways. 

When you two left the room, all the boys were already back home. And Jaemin was trying to hide his smile while he was sitting beside Jisung on the sofa. You bid all the boys goodbye after some small talk and went to put your shoes on. 

“Have a good rest tonight, I’ll see you soon,” Jeno said as he opened the front door. You hummed in agreement as you gave him a brief hug which you two always did. 

“Alright, I’ll see you Jen,” you said as you tip-toed to give him a quick peck on the cheek, before walking out the front door. 

“See you baby,” Jeno called out one last time as he waved you goodbye. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched and waved until you entered the lift. He finally locks the front door and turns to walk back to his room. However, he can’t help but feel the stare from six pairs of curious eyes behind him as he walks past them. 

He turns to look at his friends staring at him, frowning before muttering out a confused “what”. 

“Did you just call y/n…baby?” Renjun asked with wide eyes, to which Jeno froze, realising that the boys saw the whole interaction and the two of you were too infatuated to even remember to keep up the “we’re-just-best-friends” act in front of them. 

“And did y/n kiss you on the cheek before she left?” Mark questioned when Jeno failed to answer the first question. 

“Trust me, they’ve done more than that-” Jaemin began to say as Jeno’s fight or flight kicked in and he tackled Jaemin on the sofa to cover his mouth before he splurts out anything else. But Jaemin has exposed enough to send Chenle cooing and Haechan frantically asking when this even fucking happened. 

Jeno spent the next two hours sitting on his living room floor, getting interrogated by his friends. Half of him wants to punch himself for letting the act collapse in front of his friends like this. But the other half of him was glad it was finally out. With how he couldn’t stop himself from smiling when he told the boys about you to how happy the boys were to see the two of you finally get together despite all the teasing, Jeno was the happiest he has ever been in a while. 

Who would have guessed that Jeno would be lucky enough to be in love with his best friend? And how extremely lucky it was that the stars aligned for him, that you too loved him back. Many would see this as the happy ending to a beautiful fairytale. But for you and Jeno, this was just the beginning of an incredible love story.

[gyuswhore]

can i request mark realizing he likes his bsf even though she is dating haechan?

Hope you like this one!!

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[14:57]

Anyone who was looking at Mark at that moment, lying on the gingham blanket laid out on the grass, would think he was enjoying the view of his hard work.

He's the reason you and Haechan found each other in the first place.

You're running around the park trying to get to Haechan and his phone to delete the pictures he took of you napping; mouth agape and camera angled straight into your nostrils.

It's a screaming contest too, as Haechan replies to your threats of homicide with nothing but flowery commentary.

You're wearing a floral piece, one that Mark got you for your graduation. It was the same dress you had worn on your first official date with Haechan, at the suggestion of Mark himself. He even managed to do your hair for you. Granted you were picking bobby pins out of your hair for days afterward, but you took a million pictures to show his mom the next time you saw her.

Your hair was open and flowing behind you today, as you tackled your boyfriend to the ground, tickling him in an attempt to get him to let go of the death device.

You looked gorgeous under the spring sunlight, the slight sweat on your forehead making you look like you were glowing. It was all becoming too much for Mark as he sits up and tries to distract himself.

His feelings were always there, and he was playing a formidable game of lying to himself until it became the truth. That never could've worked, but he hoped he could become a breakthrough case.

Mark liked you more than he should, and the fact of the matter sets itself in stone after enough games of push and pull inside his own mind.

There's always regret, for not interceding in the budding romance between you and Haechan, but you were both so unbelievably happy. Never having the heart for anything other than encouragement.

He sits there, picking at grass when you bolt to where Mark is for refuge as Haechan tries to grab you.

In that fleeting moment, he wonders if he'll ever see you run to him in the way the oh-so wishes you would.

[fool4nct]

[renchim]

HAECHAN 2024 NCT DREAM SEASON'S GREETINGS

[lavender-kills]

[yutassimp]

amg faria um fluffy dos jaeten trisal com a sn? Ai eles seriam papais de menininhos

Oioi! Mas é claro, está aqui!! Acabou que não ficou totalmente fluff porque sou dramática (se quiser outro mais fofo me diz que eu faço okay), mas espero que goste de qualquer maneira!! Muito obrigada pelo pedido <3

Imagine (Jaeten) - Sorry!

Personagens: leitora!feminina x marido!Jaehyun x marido!Ten

Gênero: fluff, leve angst

Avisos: crianças sendo meio doidas; os três fazem parte de um trisal, se não gosta por favor não leia!!

N/A: Meu primeiro post aqui! Espero que gostem, e me desculpa por qualquer erro, ou se acharem ruim, prometo melhorar <3

Se alguém lhe dissesse há dez anos atrás que você um dia teria uma família feliz, com não apenas dois filhos lindos, felizes e saudáveis, mas também dois maridos lindos, felizes, e saudáveis, você provavelmente riria na cara da pessoa. Mas a vida às vezes dá viravoltas, e você não poderia estar mais feliz do que está atualmente.

Porém, mesmo que você estivesse vivendo a vida dos seu sonhos, ainda assim ás vezes ela era difícil, para dizer o mínimo. Afinal, viver em uma casa com mais quatro homens que, apesar de você amar mais do que tudo, ainda são homens, não é uma tarefa fácil. E por este e outros motivos você estava nesse momento tendo que assumir o papel de mãe chata e dramática que dá bronca em todos.

“Eu pedi uma única coisa pra vocês todos, só uma!” Você disse, tentando não gritar mas falhando. “Tinham apenas que conseguir cuidar de si mesmos por um final de semana, um único final de semana, para eu poder ficar em paz com a minha mãe no hospital!” Você sentiu um nó se formas na sua garganta, e sabia que estava prestes a chorar, por isso decidiu encerrar logo seu discurso antes que perdesse a postura. “Mas parece que vocês gostam de me levar ao limite! Eu sinceramente tenho medo do que pode acontecer com essa família caso alguma coisa aconteça comigo!” Disse, se virando para sair de casa.

“Amor… não diz isso.” O Ten, um de seus maridos, disse, segurando o seu pulso de forma delicada.

“A gente sente muito mamãe…” O Hajoon, seu filho caçula, que tem 6 anos, disse logo em seguida, se prendendo a sua cintura e também quase chorando. Porém, por mais que isso partisse o seu coração, você soltou-se dos dois, se afastando.

“Eu preciso respirar um pouco.” Disse, já com a voz fraca, saindo de casa. “Tentem não piorar as coisas até eu voltar.”

Os quatro ficaram observando você sair pela porta, sabendo que não deveriam mais interferir. Assim que a porta fechou, no entanto, os dois que tentaram te parar viraram furiosos para os que até então estavam quietos.

“Por que você não falou nada pra mamãe, Hyung?” O caçula disse para o Seojun, seu filho mais velho, que tem 9 anos, e teria sido fofa a carinha de bravo dele, se as circunstancias fossem outras.

“É, por que não falaram nada para a mamãe?” O Ten disse, dirigindo um olhar duro para o Jaehyun, seu outro marido, que apenas suspirou em resposta, passando o braço pelo ombro do filho mais velho, que estava visivelmente chateado também e o puxando para perto.

“Desculpa…” Disse o Seojun, olhando para baixo.

“Vocês viram ela, não ia adiantar de nada falarmos qualquer coisa agora…” O Jaehyun falou, e o Ten suspirou, passando as mãos pelo rosto e se jogando no sofá. “A gente errou feio…”

“Têm certeza que conseguem cuidar de tudo?” Você disse, pegando as suas chaves do carro. “Ainda dá tempo de eu ligar para o meu irmão e pedir para ele ir no meu lugar…”

“Relaxa jagi… não confia na gente?” O Jaehyun perguntou, te dando um selinho, e você apenas ergueu uma sobrancelha em resposta.

“Vamos ficar bem.” O Ten disse, rindo e também lhe dando um selinho. “Pode ir e cuidar da sua mãe… e se precisar de nós, é só ligar.”

Você apenas concordou em resposta, e logo saiu de casa, após se despedir dos pequenos. A verdade é que estava com o coração na mão de ficar longe pelo maior período que já ficou longe da sua família toda assim, mas a sua outra parte da família precisava mais de você no momento. A sua mãe tinha sofrido um acidente de carro, que não foi fatal, mas ainda assim os assustou muito. Ela precisava que alguém ficasse com ela durante o final de semana, e você logo se prontificou para isso, querendo estar ao lado dela em um momento tão difícil.

“Eu disse que pode ir pra casa, filha… os meninos devem estar precisando de você…” Sua mãe disse, te observando olhar nervosa para o telefone. Era sexta-feira à noite, faziam apenas três horas que estava no hospital, mas já estava inquieta.

“Não, não vou sair mãe, estou aqui para cuidar de você hoje.” Você se levantou de onde estava, andando até ela e ajeitando um pouco os travesseiros em que estava encostada. “Eu só estou com um mal pressentimento… mas deve ser porque nunca fiz isso antes, tenho certeza de que eles estão bem.” Sorriu.

E de fato, eles estavam. Pelo menos até aquele momento.

Durante a noite tudo ocorreu de forma tranquila. Todos cozinharam juntos o jantar, jogaram um jogo de tabuleiro enquanto tomavam sorvete como sobremesa, e logo estavam todos em seus quartos, prontos para dormir.

“Nem está sendo tão difícil cuidar deles, não sei porque a S/N estava tão preocupada…” O Jaehyun disse, se deitando do seu lado da cama enquanto observava o Ten terminar sua Skin Care.

“É… mas devo admitir, as coisas estão estranhamente tranquilas, até quando ela está aqui eles não são bonzinhos assim… não lembro a última vez que eles passaram uma noite inteira sem brigar desse jeito.” Guardou o último produto que tinha usado, indo até a cama e se deitando também.

“É verdade…” O mais novo respondeu. “Mas talvez seja saudades da S/N, ou preocupação com a avó deles…” Terminou, apagando a luz e se ajeitando para dormir.

“Espero que sim…” O Ten completou, fazendo o mesmo.

Como já era de se esperar, a calmaria acabou de forma rápida. Na verdade foi logo pela manhã do dia seguinte que o caos começou. E quando eu digo caos, é de forma genuína.

“O que houve?” O Ten disse, ainda meio tonto de sono, entrando no quarto dos meninos, e sendo seguido pelo Jaehyun logo atrás.

“O Hajoon vomitou na minha cama!” O Seojun disse, nervoso, olhando para o mais novo que estava acuado na prórpria cama.

“Eita que nojo.” O Jaehyun disse, mas logo se prontificou em ir tirar a roupa de cama suja e a levar para o lado de fora, enquanto o Ten se aproximava do pequeno.

“Você tá passando mal?” Ele perguntou, se sentando do lado dele e colocando a mão em sua testa, para ver a temperatura. “Que estranho, não comemos nada fora do normal ontem…”

“Acho que foram os doces que o Seojun Hyung me deu…” Ele falou antes mesmo de raciocinar o que tinha dito, fazendo o mais velho já o olhar bravo.

“Fica quieto, Hajoon!” Ele gritou, bem no momento em que o Jaehyun entrou, já olhando estranho para a situação.

“Não fala assim com o seu irmão, ele tá doente.” Falou, sendo cortado pelo Ten, que se levantou, nervoso.

“Ele não está doente, eles comeram doce escondido…” Suspirou, olhando para o mais velho. “Por que fez isso? Se quisesse alguma coisa era só pedir… sabem que não podem comer as coisas sem limites, exatamente para não acontecer isso aqui.” O Ten terminou, e o seu parceiro concordou.

“Nada teria acontecido se não fosse por esse bebê chorão!” Ele falou, apontando para o mais novo, que logo se levantou para se defender.

“Eu não sou bebê chorão.” Ele disse, apesar de começar a chorar logo em seguida.

O que aconteceu em seguida foi de uma rapidez absurda. Em um instante, eles viam os seus dois filhos brigarem cada um de um lado do quarto. E, no instante seguinte, havia um pequeno bolo de crianças no chão do quarto, brigando e rolando de um lado para o outro. É claro que os seus maridos foram rápidos em separar os meninos, mas infelizmente não rápidos o suficiente.

“Aaaaii!” Ele ouviram um grito agonizante vir do mais velho que fez com que todos paralisassem por um instante. “Meu braço! O Hajoon caiu no meu braço, papai tá doendo.” Ele caiu no choro, e logo ambos os pais estavam o acudindo de forma desesperada.

“Pega o carro e coloca o Hajoon lá, eu vou pegar as coisas do Seojun e já vou lá com ele também.” O Ten disse, já se levantando, e o Jaehyun concordou, pegando o mais novo no colo, que logo também começou a chorar.

“Pai, eu machuquei o Hyung? Ele vai morrer?” O pequeno disse, aos prantos, enquanto era colocado no carro, enquanto o Ten fazia o mesmo do outro lado do banco.

“Não, ninguém vai morrer.” O Jae disse. “Mas você machucou o seu irmão sim…” Prendeu o conto no caçula, que logo se virou para o mais velho.

“Me desculpa Hyung, foi sem querer…” Ele disse, visivelmente chateado.

“Não tem nada pra dizer pro seu irmão, Seojun?” O Ten disse, já se sentando no banco da frente.

“Tudo bem…” O mais velho respondeu, apesar de estar olhando para o lado de fora da janela enquanto o carro saía. “E, me desculpa por te fazer passar mal…”

“Tudo bem, eu te perdoo.” O mais novo respondeu, com um leve sorriso, fazendo os dois homens na frente sorrirem um para o outro também.

”Ué, que estranho…” Você disse, olhando para o seu celular, e fazendo a sua mão tirar a atenção do programa que assistia na tela do seu notebook. “Recebi uma mensagem do convênio dizendo que o Seojun deu entrada aqui no hospital…”

“Será que foi engano?” Sua mãe questionou, e você de ombros, fazendo ela voltar a falar depois de ficar em silêncio por alguns instantes. “Talvez seja melhor ir verificar… se qualquer forma, se for engano, você já pode resolver.”

Você acabou por concordar, garantindo que estaria de volta assim que possível. Infelizmente isso acabou demorando mais do que o esperado.

Você foi até a área da emergência, lugar onde o erro parecia ter cometido, mas assim que colocou os pés lá percebeu que não era um erro.

“Ai meu Deus, o que vocês estão fazendo aqui?” Você falou, assim que avistou os seu dois maridos sentados em umas cadeiras.

“Merda…” O Ten falou, baixinho. “Não tinha dito que ela tava no outro hospital?” Ele sussurrou nervos para o Jaehyun.

“Acho que confundi…” Ele respondeu, igualmente baixo, bem a tempo de você chegar neles.

“O que aconteceu com o Seojun?” Você disse, mas mal foi possível dar uma chance para eles responderem, porque logo sentiu um par de bracinhos rodar a sua cintura.

“Mamãe!” O seu filho caçula, e você se virou apenas para se deparar com o seu mais velho com o braço totalmente engessado, e um olhar desesperado. Ah, mas você ia matar os seus maridos.

“E se a gente comprar um presente pra mamãe?” O Hajoon disse, amuado no colo do Ten, que apenas suspirou em resposta.

“Sua mãe não quer presente… ela só queria que a gente tivesse ficado bem para ela poder cuidar da vovó…” Disse, de forma doce, e o pequeno concordou.

“E se a gente pedir ajuda da vovó?” Foi a vez do mais velho falar, abrindo a boca pela primeira vez desde que você tinha ido embora, e pegando todos de surpresa.

“Continue…” O Jaehyun disse, se aproximando dele e se sentando ao seu lado.

“A vovó é a única pessoa que a mamãe vai ouvir agora… se a gente falar para a vovó que estamos arrependidos de verdade, ela talvez possa convencer a mamãe a ficar menos brava com a gente.” Ele falou, e o restante concordou com a cabeça.

“O tio de vocês me disse que vai ficar com a vovó essa noite, então a S/N provavelmente vai voltar pra casa de qualquer jeito…” O Jaehyun acrescentou, também recebendo um aceno de todos, que já começavam a compreender o que deveria ser feito.

“Têm certeza que não querem que eu fique?” Você perguntou para sua mãe e seu irmão. “Não é como se eu estivesse com muita vontade de voltar para casa de qualquer maneira…” Suspirou, e sua família se entreolhou.

“Pode ficar tranquila, gatinha.” Seu irmão disse, se levantando e andando até a porta. “Eu cuido da mamãe… vou só dar uma passadinha no refeitório e já estou de volta.” Ele falou, dando um aceno de cabeça para sua mãe, ato que passou despercebido por você.

“Filha…” Sua mãe disse, assim que ficaram sozinhas. “Lembra quando me disse pela primeira vez que estava namorando o Ten e o Jaehyun?” Você franziu o cenho, mas concordou com a cabeça de qualquer maneira. “Lembro até hoje que quase infartei na época, mas logo isso passou porque eu sabia que, apesar de tudo, você estava em boas mãos.” Você começou a imaginar onde ela iria chegar, mas deixou que terminasse de qualquer maneira. “Afinal quem melhor para cuidar da minha filha do que as duas pessoas que sempre a traziam bêbada, mas em segurança para casa quando você decidia encher a cara nos finais de semana?” Você riu de leve. “Ou os dois que te acharam em horas depois que fugiu de casa por ter brigado comigo, e te trouxe de volta também em segurança? Ou ainda os dois que fizeram questão de me buscar ás três e meia da manhã enquanto estava em trabalho de parto porque sabiam o quanto você me queria lá?”

“Tá tá… já entendi…” Você suspirou, e sua mãe riu de leve.

“Acidentes acontecem, S/N… mas nem sempre eles são um erro.” Você a olhou. “Olha você e seu irmão!” Dessa vez você riu alto, e sua mãe se juntou à você. “Você sabe que eles são bons pais… e também que se esforçam muito para todos vocês… seja menos dura com eles.”

Você suspirou, se levantando da cadeira onde estava e se aproximando da sua mãe, a dando um abraço carinhoso, mas delicado para não a machucar.

“Você está certa, mãe… eu vou lá ver os meus meninos.” Você disse, sorrindo e se afastando.

Você ficou alguns minutos dentro do carro, quando chegou em casa. Pensando sobre como poderia se desculpar por ter sido tão grossa com todos mais cedo. A verdade é que tinha se arrependido de tudo o que tinha falado no minuto em que saiu da porta, mas sabia que ainda assim estava nervosa demais para lidar com eles na hora. Agora, porém, era diferente.

O que a sua mãe tinha falado te afetou mesmo. E você não é idiota, viu que ela estava trocando mensagens com o Ten e que eles pediram para ela falar com você, mas, ainda assim… ela estava certa. Os seus maridos sempre estiveram ao seu lado, nos seus erros e acertos, e ainda assim você virou as costas para eles quando estavam com problemas.

Suspirou mais uma vez, encostando a testa no volante por alguns segundos, ainda pensando em qual poderia ser a melhor maneira de falar com eles. Mas os seus pensamentos foram cortados por uma batidinha no vidro da janela.

“Seojun?” Disse, vendo o seu filho mais velho do outro lado, e logo sentindo o seu peito apertar ao ver o braço dele machucado, e se lembrar de como foi cruel com eles mesmo assim. Por isso, não demorou para sair do veículo, e o puxar para si, com cuidado para não o machucar ainda mais.

“Você tá bem, mãe?” Ele perguntou, e você se afastou um pouco, o olhando nos olhos.

“Claro que sim meu amor… quem deveria estar fazendo essa pergunta aqui sou eu, olha só pra você…” Disse, passando a mão pelo gesso, mas dando um leve sorriso ao ver que o caçula e os seus maridos já haviam o rabiscado.

“Mãe…” Ele disse, parecendo envergonhado. “Tudo o que aconteceu foi culpa minha… por favor, não fica brava com o Hajoon e os papais…” Você podia ouvir a vozinha dele começar a falhar, o que fez com que se abaixasse e segurasse o seu pequeno rosto para que olhasse para você.

“Não foi culpa de ninguém, meu amor… e não se preocupe, eu não estou brava.”

“Não?” Ele perguntou genuinamente surpreso, te fazendo rir.

“Não… eu amo demais meus meninos pra ficar longe por tanto tempo.” Respondeu, o dando um beijo na bochecha no momento em que a porta da garagem abriu, dando lugar à um Jaehyun visivelmente desesperado.

“Seojun?” Ele gritou, à procura do filho, mas congelou assim que te viu ali. “S/N?” Ele falou mais leve, correndo até você e te puxando para um abraço instantaneamente, mas se soltou pouco tempo depois, um pouco envergonhado. “Desculpa… sei que está brava, mas eu…”

“Tá tudo bem…” Riu de leve, se aproximando e o dando um selinho. “Eu também estava com saudade.”

“Eca!” Você ouviu um coro de três vozes, sorrindo quando viu o seu outro marido e seus dois filhos bem atrás do Jaehyun.

“Até parece que não quer um também…” Você disse, depositando um leve beijo também nos lábios do Ten, e causando mais um coro de ecas.

“Ainda bem que voltou.” O Ten disse, enquanto observava você abraçar o caçula. “Eu sei que pisamos na bola, mas a gente promete que isso nunca mais vai acontecer…” Você podia ver o arrependimento no rosto de todos eles, o que fez o seu coração doer mais uma vez.

“Se tem alguém que precisa se desculpar, esse alguém sou eu… vocês claramente precisavam de mim, e eu os deixei sozinhos e preocupados… me desculpem…” Assim que terminou de falar foi coberta por quatro pares de braços, o que te fez rir. Era bom estar de volta em casa.

“Vai logo mãe!” O Seojun disse, rindo do quão perfeccionista você estava sendo com a assinatura do gesso dele. “Desse jeito quando acabar meu osso já vai estar curado.”

“Ei!" Disse, ofendida, mas sem conseguir segurar uma risada, que foi acompanhada pelo restante da família.

“Okay, vão ser duas pizzas, uma de quatro queijos e uma de calabresa, certo?” O Ten, que estava procurando algo para pedirem pela internet, perguntou, e vocês concordaram.

“Pronto!” Disse, orgulhosa do seu desenho no braço do seu filho, que apesar das reclamações também pareceu ter gostado.

“A gente não vai pedir sobremesa?” O seu caçula perguntou, fazendo todo mundo o olhar indignado. “Eu tava só perguntando…” Ele fez um biquinho, se escondendo atrás do Jaehyun no sofá, que logo o puxou para o colo quando todos começaram a rir.

“Acho que é melhor evitar doces por um tempo, filho.” O Jae disse.

“É, seu irmão tem só mais um braço, não vai ser bom quebrar ele também…” Você falou, fazendo todos rirem mais uma vez.

“Ei!” O Seojun disse, assim como você mais cedo, e você o puxou para um abraço apertado, que ele lutou contra com todas as suas forças, mas acabou cedendo.

“Ah é…” Você disse, de repente, chamando a atenção de todos. “O que foi que vocês disseram para a minha mãe?” Seus maridos se entreolharam com um sorriso, já sabendo que você descobriria.

“A gente pediu para ela dizer para você vir buscar alguma coisa aqui em casa, pra gente poder tentar se desculpar com você.” O Jaehyun disse.

“Só isso?” Franziu o cenho, recebendo um aceno positivo de cabeça dos dois.

“Sim, pode pegar meu celular pra ver, se quiser.” O Ten disse, dando de ombros. “Por que?” Dessa vez foi a vez dele franzir o cenho.

“Por nada não…” Disse, sorrindo de forma despreocupada, o que foi o suficiente.

É, a sua mãe de fato estava certa. Aqueles dois te amavam muito mais do que você se dava conta.

[heavenstocharlee]

Winterbreak // m.lee

Characters: Mark Lee x gender neutral!reader Category: angst / fluff if you squint Word count: 500+ (first poetic blurb!) Song inspiration: Winterbreak by MUNA

Writer’s notes: I am coming out of retirement and posting this blurb I wrote solely because the song reignited my love for writing. It was exciting to write in a more poetic style than usual, and I hope you appreciate it! More life updates soon, but for now bon appetit!

Just as the snow on your windowsill slowly melts, you observe time fracture through bits of fleeting moments. The cold never struck you in such a way as it did. More so than ever before, you felt the winter breeze emanating from the drywalls of your apartment into the warm comfort of your epidermis. The break was not supposed to be this long, you thought. The tugging exchanges between you and Mark lasted for eons, and now numbness fills the spaces between each thread of tension.

You always knew you'd find your way back to him. "One more try." But the winter winds convince you otherwise. 

You and Mark were well aware of the reparations for parting ways. The consequences, however, outweighed the benefits. The break was transparent, and every day it was a struggle to stay still. You desperately depend on the ice beneath your feet to keep you afloat.

You haven't seen Mark since last winter break. A little over a year of hearts moving farther, albeit your love growing fonder. The last memory you shared with Mark consisted of you picking up clothes scattered across the floor and slowly making your way onto the freezing front porch. He wants to walk you home, but you refuse. Tears then started to trickle down his face, indicating that it was over this time. Despite all the bones in your body wanting to wipe all his tears away, you left his residence. His warmth. 

You broke Mark's heart. 

This love was just not fitting at the moment; the love the both of you won't get right. No matter how hard you try.

Habits were hard to break. Your soul respond to each other like the ebb and flow of glacier lakes. Turquoise in color—organic, bright, and untouchable. Ethereally calm in some days, raging in others. But every time his lips parted and his eyes were filled with painful aches, it was all just covering up what was lying underneath. Despite knowing every single thing, it was not going to fix anything. It was not going to repair the cracks or turn back the clock of what was once more. 

"One more try." You often muttered when even a hint of longingness prevailed on your mind. Constantly, until you were sick of it and had to truly just let go. From days to weeks, and now a year. The calendar has turned a new leaf, and all of the frost reminds you of the warmth you once had. 

Would it be different this time? 

You both know you won't get it right. 

Will the winter winds carry you into a change of mind? 

You both know that the trial season is over. 

Magnetic, isn't it? 

Like a force dragging you to greener pastures, as the thin ice resurfaces the underlying intentions.

One text message you send to Mark responds in tentative ellipses. To continue.  To hope. 

You make your way onto the bridge that you once held your memories on. As the vapor out of your mouth comes into existence on that coldest day of the year, you admire winter in its full glory. This time up close and personal, far from childish admiration.

With light and warm footsteps, you hear Mark making his way over to you.

Still, you both know.  This time, alas, it is right.