#platonic jaemin x reader

[anothershorthuman]

Stay Alive Pt. 8

pairings: nct dream x platonic!reader, afab!reader (you wear a skirt, but they/them pronouns are used), ??? x reader x ???

genre: zombie apocalypse au, high school au, angst, fluff, humor, not really horror but it's zombies ya'know

word count: 3.0k

series warnings: blood, injuries & fighting, suicide, character death, swearing, again... zombies.

chpt warnings: medical malpractice, mentions of dead parents, swearing

summary: nobody was ready for a zombie apocalypse. you were definitely not ready for a zombie apocalypse. while contemplating just giving up and accepting your fate, you meet a group of boys. life may seem pointless now, but at the very least, you now have a reason to stay alive.

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The camp isn’t as full as Jaemin thought it would be. Sure, there are several hundred people, but there are plenty of empty beds. The camp is broken up into several buildings: 4 housing lodges, 3 bathroom lodges, 1 cafeteria, the 2 medical buildings near the entrance, the staff entrance building, and a giant courtyard in the middle. 

The boys were given a tour after all of their medical examinations and given color coded wristbands in order to place them in a lodging house. Mark and Chenle were put into the green house, Renjun, Haechan, and Jisung in the yellow house. The remaining two houses were blue and red, but the wristbands given to Jeno and Jaemin were orange. 

“What the fuck is orange?” Jaemin asks the guard giving them a tour. 

“The two of you were uncooperative when you were found. Think of it as your first warning.” 

They were instructed to stay in the red lodging house. Apparently, that is where all of the uncooperative residents stayed, as well as off-guard security and military. Jeno assumed that this is similar to what being in prison was like. Uncooperative residents were only allowed in the red lodge and other communal spaces. People placed in other housing lodges were free to enter any building except the staff building. There was a curfew, everyone was to be in their housing lodge at midnight.

The boys sat together at the outskirts of the courtyard. Jeno was glaring at anyone that stared a little too hard. They had tried looking for you, assuming that your medical examination must have gone by quicker than theirs considering you were by yourself and yet, you were nowhere to be found.

“What if something was wrong with them?” Chenle asked. The implication was understood by everyone, what if you had been infected?

“Don’t say that.” Renjun is quick to shoot him down. “We asked the guards if they were fine and they said they are so… they’re fine.”

Jaemin is picking at the skin around his nails, “Fine my ass. We should find them and get out of here.”

“Maybe we should leave without them.” Everyone's heads whip to look at Jeno in surprise. He shrugs a bit, “Don’t look at me like that. If the government wants to keep them for whatever reason, maybe we should let them. I mean, it's the government! What the hell are we supposed to do against the government?”

Haechan is the first to defend you, “We’re not supposed to abandon our friends.”

Jeno shakes his head, “I’m glad you could find comfort in them after what happened with your mom, but they aren’t the only ones wanting to help you through that. We need to be realistic, okay?” When an uncomfortable silence follows his statement he continues, “This isn’t me not wanting to be their friend. This is me prioritizing the friends I have in front of me right now.”

Jeno’s a bit out of breath after his outburst and his eyes flicker between all of the boys trying to gauge their reaction. 

“Maybe he’s right.” Jisung says softly. He’s ripping up the blades of grass in front of him as he talks, avoiding eye contact with everyone else. “If something were to happen to them, or anyone of us, they wouldn’t want the rest of us to be hung up on it, right? We can’t just sit around and do nothing. If something happens to me, I want you guys to make a run for it. Keep living.”

Chenle stands up and speaks as he dusts off his pants, “I don’t give a shit what you guys say. Leave for all I care, but I’m not leaving without knowing why they’re being so secretive about keeping my friend isolated and away from us.” And with that he left towards the green lodge. Mark is quick to run off after him, assuring the others that he’ll be back after making sure that he’s okay. Jisung follows.

Renjun sighs, this really wasn’t how he thought this conversation would go. Jeno has been nothing but candid with his distaste for you, even if he’s unwilling to explain where these feelings originated. He’s also noticed the complete opposite with Jaemin. All of the second years know that Jaemin is a flirt, often taking people out on dates. There were rumors about how he would sneak his arm around his dates shoulders, his other hand maybe wandering. But Renjun knows that despite Jaemin’s flirtatious persona, those rumors were only rumors. Jaemin hadn’t been interested in anyone for years, but he wonders if maybe he’s interested in you now. Renjun glances at him, only to realize that Jaemin is already looking at him intently.

“What?” Renjun asks.

Jaemin shrugs, “You didn’t say anything earlier, I was just wondering what you’re thinking.”

“I’m worried about them too. But if everyone else wants to leave, then I’m okay with that too.”

Jaemin lets out a dry laugh, “So you don’t actually have an opinion?”

Renjun can feel his eyebrows rising, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re taking the easy way out. Would it kill you to be divisive?”

“I’m divisive when I need to be,” Renjun is quick to retaliate, “I care about the entire group and I understand that not everyone will agree with me, something that you don’t seem to understand.”

“Oh, I understand. I really just don’t care. If I’m right, I’m not gonna go along with everyone else because they agree. They’re still wrong.”

Renjun leans forward, challenging him, “So you’re never wrong?”

Jaemin sends him a lazy smile, “I’m never wrong.”

Sure, Renjun is annoyed with Jaemin’s answer, but it’s Jeno that scoffs in disagreement.

“I can name 5 different times you were wrong right now.” Jeno says.

“Do it.” Jaemin challenges.

“The time you told Haechan that Chaeyoung was into him and he should confess to her.”

“I knew she would reject him. But he had been doing unnecessary favors for her and Haechan was being used. She needed to straight up reject him so he could move on.”

“What?” Haechan exhaled in surprise, “You couldn’t have just told me she wasn’t into me!” He shoves Jaemin and Jaemin shoves him back and snickers.

“The time you stole Yangyangs money.”

“I saw him take it from a freshman. I gave it back to them.”

“When you skipped Chemistry for an entire semester.”

“That was the semester Yuna would not leave Renjun alone unless he had people around, I’d skip class so he wouldn’t be alone during lunch.”

“That’s why you’d eat lunch with me?” Renjun interrupts. 

Jaemin nods his head. “That girl was so fucking clingy, I figured you would like having a guard dog around for one period.”

Jeno laughs, “You did not just call yourself a guard dog.” Haechan starts to jokingly bark at Jaemin.

“I am one.” Jaemin smiles. “But see, I’m always right. So, we shouldn’t leave until all of us can leave together, okay?”

“Fine by me.” Renjun sighs.

“Jeno?”

Jeno is looking at his hands in his lap, smoothing out the wrinkles in his pants. “I don’t know, man.”

Jaemin scooches closer to Jeno, putting a hand on his knee. “Please, dude. For me?”

The breeze picks up, and Renjun can feel the hairs in the back of his neck sticking up. The wind rustles the trees surrounding the camp and the leaves fall into the camp. 

“Okay.” Jeno says.

Haechan interrupts the moment with his loud voice, “No one’s gonna ask me what I think?”

…

Mark watches Chenle pout and whine to Jisung about how unfair everything is. If the circumstances had been different, Mark would probably have even thought that Chenle looked cute. He would have leaned over and squeezed his cheeks affectionately, teased him about his complaining. Sadly, they were still in the middle of the first zombie apocalypse known to man, so the temper tantrum was more annoying than cute.

“Can you chill out, man?” Mark asks.

Chenle’s mouth opens in an “O,” seemingly shocked by Mark's statement. “I can’t believe you just said that to me!” he complains.

Jisung is trying his hardest not to laugh. Really, he is. He knows that there isn’t anything funny about Mark reprimanding Chenle or having an argument about potentially leaving someone behind to die, and yet he can’t stop the giggles that leave his mouth. This, in turn, prompts Chenle to start giggling too. Soon, they are both cackling, leaning onto each other for support. Chenle is doubling over in laughter and Jisung is hitting him on the back as he starts to wheeze. 

Mark can’t do anything else but watch. His face expression is contorted into one of confusion, his eyebrows pulled together and his mouth slightly open as if to ask a question. His face only makes the other two boys laugh harder. Mark sighs deeply and leaned back on his two hands. 

“Okay, okay,” Jisung says, wheezing between laughs, “We’re done.”

Chenles laughing lessens when he sees that Mark didn’t seem amused by their outburst. He didn’t mean to be annoying, but it felt like all his repressed emotions were starting to catch up to him. 

“This is serious,” Mark said.

Chenle scoffed, “You think I don’t know that? Tell me why I’m the only person that gives a fuck as to if one of our friends is okay?”

“Are they really our friend?” Jisung asks.

“Are you seriously asking me that right now?” Chenle says with eyebrows raised.

One of Mark's hands came up to rub his face, he really was struggling to keep his frustrations at bay. “We met them a couple days ago, Chenle. And they held a knife to my neck!”

“Maybe you only met them a couple days ago. But they’re in Jisung and my homeroom, they’re my friend.”

“Friend is a stretch, don’t you think?” Jisung says, “I mean, they sat all the way in the back and barely talked to anyone.”

“They’re my friend, okay?” Chenle was clearly becoming more irritated by their line of questioning, “Just because you didn’t talk to them doesn’t mean that I never did.”

…

Chenle was on his own. Usually, he and Jisung would sit outside their homeroom before class started, talking about basketball or the latest anime episode they had watched. But, Jisung was sick and wouldn’t be at school today and Chenle didn’t feel like talking to anyone else. So he figured he would walk into class early that day and just wait in his seat for the day to start. He figured that he could use some peace and quiet and he hoped to spend some time alone.

Except, he wasn’t alone. When he walked into the classroom, you were already in your seat. You barely acknowledged him as he walked to his seat in front of you, but he noticed the way your lips twitched up when he greeted you. 

The two of you coexisted for a while. Chenle had even pulled out some homework to do. He was erasing something when his arm bumped into his pencil and it fell onto the floor. When he bent over to pick it up, he noticed your own paper. Instead of working on homework, you had been drawing. There were swirls and geometric shapes intricately drawn across your paper. In the center there was a jellyfish.

“I, uh, like your drawing.”

Your head snaps up, not having realized that he had turned around and was watching you. You put your pencil down and rest your hand on your desk, covering up the majority of your drawing.

“It’s nothing.” You mutter.

Chenle shakes his head, “It’s not nothing. I think it’s cool. Do you like jellyfish?”

“It’s not a jellyfish,” you say rather dryly, “It’s a man-o-war.”

His head tilts to the side, wanting to get a better look at the drawing, “A man-o-what?” He’s still trying to look at the drawing when he hears a small laugh. His eyes drift upward towards your face, and he catches a glimpse of amusement on your face before it disappears again. A small smile spread on his own face, he was starting to like talking to you, even if you thought he was sort of dumb.

“A Portuguese man-o-war. Don’t worry, I’m not good at drawing and it gets confused for jellyfish all the time.”

… 

Renjun, Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin are now laying side by side on the grass. They assumed that the other boys would join them when they finished having their own discussion but they had been laying there for a while. They were getting some looks from the people that would walk past them, but they don't mind. 

“Our lives are ruined, aren’t they? Renjun asks softly. The other boys don’t have an answer for his question but when he peeks at them from his spot on the ground, he can tell they’re thinking about what he said. It really did seem like their lives were over. All of their dreams and aspirations were thrown out the window. Renjun would never get to have a display of his art in a museum and his parents would never see why he was so sure about moving to Korea to work on his craft. In fact, he might not see his parents ever again. 

He blinked away tears before the boys could see them well up in his eyes.

…

You wake up feeling incredibly sluggish, fighting to keep your eyes from falling shut once again. You instinctively try to rub away the tiredness from your eyes but find that your wrists have been secured to the hospital-like bed that you are lying in. 

Memories start coming back to you: arriving at the camp after being attacked, being separated from the boys, and weird doctors and nurses. There is a faint beeping to the left of you, presumably some sort of machine that takes your vitals and an iv that is attached to your left arm. Your arm feels tired and sore and you begin to wonder if they have something else dripping into your bloodstream. 

Now, feeling more aware of your surroundings, you realize that you are no longer in the same room you were last in with the nurse. Although this room is similar, with the general feeling of being in a clinic or hospital, it is bigger. There is a curtain that blocks your view of half the room and you wonder if there is anyone in the room that isn’t visible to you. The room is devoid of any furniture, with the exception of your bed. There's a cabinet against the wall and a manila folder on top of it. Your fingers twitch, maybe you could figure out what these people wanted with you if you could just read that file that they had made about you. 

Your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of a door suddenly opening. The door is behind the curtain, so you aren’t able to see who has walked into the room, but you can see their feet from below the curtain. They are presumably a man wearing dress shoes, some sort of loafers. They are polished and squeak against the floor as he walks across the floor. A big hand reaches around the side of the curtain and pulls it back. You are faced with a middle aged man, wearing a white lab coat over a navy blue sweater and beige dress pants. He’s got glasses on and his hair is the only part of him that doesn’t look put together, like he’s been running his fingers through it too many times. 

He smiles when you make eye contact, an attempt to be polite, you presume, but do not give him the courtesy of smiling back or speaking with him. You stare at each other rather blankly for a second before he starts speaking. 

“I’m sure you must be very confused right now. My name is Lee Changsub, I'm the camp's main doctor.”

You continue to stare blankly at him. If he’s the main doctor, it’s likely that it’s his fault that you’re in this position to begin with. If he’s in control, there’s no use in trying to communicate with him, he’s only speaking with you because he wants something and the camp had made it very clear that they were willing to take whatever it is they wanted without consent, it was the government, of course.

He looks away for a second, wiping his palms on his coat and then awkwardly putting them into his coat pockets. How funny, a doctor made uncomfortable by a teen. 

“Do you, uh, wanna know why you’re here?” 

He fidgets as he waits for a response from you. He looks at you expectantly, but only receives a nod from you.

“Will you not speak to me? I’ve been told that you’re a bit abrasive.”

“Who told you that?” You ask sharply, “Miss Kang?”

His eyes widen a bit and his mouth opens and closes a couple times.

“Do you mean Dr. Kang?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, Dr Kang.”

Changsub is clearly floored by your mockery, but it leaves you feeling confused. Are you the first person that they have strapped down against their will? Had he expected you to be in a good mood after what happened?

“What time is it?” you ask.

“I'm not sure,” Changsub says as he walks over to the cabinet, looking through the file. He seems to only skim the pages, glancing at you every once in a while. You revert back to silence. 

He leans a bit on the cabinet, suddenly becoming very comfortable. He puts his weight onto his arm that's on top of the counter and crosses his feet casually. You’re pretty sure you even see his lips twitch into a brief smile.

“This camp has been tasked with finding a cure to this spreading disease and you’re going to help me find it.”

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a/n: hello,, thank you for reading this chapter! things are really gonna start picking up soon and im excited for you guys to read it! This chapter may feel like a lot of nothing lol, but i promise it's heading somewhere

[vkooksupremacy]

Of the World : NCT Future

Masterlist

NCT X Male READER Platonic

Final Straw

After Y/N's mental breakdown, they decided to put the youngest leader on a 1 month hiatus.

Hello. This is SM Entertainment. After a recent incident concerning the mental health of NCT Future's leader, Y/N, we decided to put him on a month long hiatus.

We hope that during this time, you still support the group unwaveringly.

Thank you.

--> Thank god, he looked more exhausted than Taeyong and Mark these days

--> Aww noooo hope he's okay!

--> SM better treat my baby right 😤

Y/N smiled as he scrolled through the endless train of support he was recieving. He would still be with his members, just not participating in any of their activities.

"Hyung! The kitchens on fire!" Haewon screamed, and Y/N shot to his feet. This wasn't the first time. He quickly poured water on the stove, and relaxed, hearing a hissing sound from the fire burning out.

"Be careful next time." He grinned at his member, retreating back to his room.

The month passed by quickly and Y/N was thrown back into work. Obviously the fans were very happy to see him back.

"Hi Futurezens." Y/N began, the camera pointing to him. "As you know, I took a break from activities. Our CEO gave me permission to disclose it, feeling that the public would need the explanation."

"Our schedule ran from 6am in the morning to 10am at night. And being the leader I had meeting to go to. I barely had time to eat or sleep, and that was affecting my mindset. I have a habit of bottling up my emotions and... I guess... It took a toll on me... For the worse." Y/N could feel the lump in his throat getting bigger. "I had a breakdown... In the practice room. This is embarrassing but... All the members were there... Dream, 127, WayV, Future..."

"Thanks for watching this and bye." Y/N finished with a small smile on his face.

Soon after the video was posted, comments of appreciation for the young idol came flooding in.

Y/N fell asleep late as usual, waking up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for his members. However, when he arrived int he kitchen, he stopped.

"H-hyung, what're you doing?"

"You're going back to bed." Taeyong said firmly. "I'll take care breakfast. You're overworking yourself again."

"Hyung-"

"No." Taeyong said. "Bed."

Y/N turned around and went back to bed. He fell asleep, but woke up two hours later.

Dance practice was harder than usual for Y/N. The leader's body seemed to be telling him something, but he didn't give in. Only his best friend could tell something was up.

"Hyung, you need to rest." Junyong whispered, loud enough for only Y/N to hear. "You're overworking yourself. Taeyong Hyung told you already, didn't he?"

"I'm fine." Y/N dismissed, shrugging his jacket off. "Let's go for vocal."

Y/N was feeling more horrible by the hour. By 5pm, he was close to passing out.

At 6pm, he collapsed. Luckily, Junyong was near enough to catch him, the younger sliding across the floor to make sure Y/N's head didn't hit the ground.

"Call 127 and Dream Hyungs." Junyong told the maknae, who ran off. He returned ten minutes later, with 127 and Dream behind him. Taeyong and Jaehyun quickly knelt next to the unconscious leader, then Taetong looked up.

"Someone call the medics." He said. "I'm afraid something's wrong."

Medics arrived on the scene, and Y/N was quickly brought to the hospital.

[lelengerine]

pairing. jaemin x reader

synopsis. what do you do when your feelings for your best friend start becoming not-so-platonic anymore?

genre. childhood best friends to lovers au, just jaemin realizing his feelings, pls imagine them living in a small town near the beach 🙂‍↕️, gender neutral reader, lmk if there's anything that was missed!

wc. 1.2k words

notes. inspired by holyland - wave to earth! such a good song and i highly suggest reading this while it plays as bgm >< this won the poll i had up yesterday so yay! likes and feedback are highly appreciated!

m.list

the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the sand as you and jaemin walked side by side, the rhythmic crash of waves the only sound filling the silence between you. the air was warm, a soft breeze tugging at your clothes, and your laughter echoed across the empty stretch of beach as you nudged him with your shoulder.

“come on, jaem, you’re still so slow,” you teased, jogging ahead a few steps, turning to face him with that playful grin he’d grown so fond of. you never changed, he thought. always light, always glowing, even when the rest of the world felt heavy.

jaemin’s steps slowed, and he watched as you spun around in the sand, your arms outstretched like a child, completely carefree. the sight of you bathed in the fading sunlight—hair tousled by the breeze, your face flushed from the sea air—did something to him. there was a pull, a weight pressing on his chest that he couldn’t shake. he stopped in his tracks, eyes tracing the curve of your smile, the way your laughter rang through the air, unburdened and effortless.

maybe i’ve been walking along with grief… can’t find the love within my heart.

how long had it been like this? how long had he been chasing after things that didn’t matter, only to realize that what he wanted most had been right beside him all along? the realization settled over him like a wave, gentle yet unrelenting, washing away the distractions he’d been clinging to. 

he was in love with you.

the thought hit him with a clarity that left him breathless. all those moments—sharing late-night snacks, lying under the stars, trading inside jokes that only the two of you understood—he hadn’t realized what they truly meant until now. jaemin’s chest tightened, a quiet fear gnawing at him. what if he’d already lost his chance? what if you didn’t feel the same way?

“jaemin?” your voice broke through his thoughts, a soft question laced with concern. you’d stopped spinning, eyes wide as you tilted your head at him. “you okay?”

he blinked, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah, i’m fine.” but even as he said it, the words felt heavy, like they didn’t belong to him.

you moved closer, the sand crunching under your feet. “you’re so weird today,” you murmured, a teasing lilt in your voice, but there was something more—something searching, like you knew there was more to his silence.

jaemin’s gaze drifted away from yours, back toward the horizon where the sun was sinking lower, its golden light reflecting off the water’s surface. he swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. how was he supposed to say it? how could he put into words everything that had been building inside him without unraveling the delicate balance of your friendship?

can you settle down my soul? and take me back to the days of old with you.

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it’s just… i don’t know. being here makes me think about a lot of stuff.”

you raised a brow, folding your arms over your chest as you took a seat in the sand, motioning for him to join you. “stuff like what?”

jaemin hesitated, the weight of his confession hanging on the tip of his tongue. he dropped down beside you, his fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes in the sand. “stuff like… how things have changed. how i’ve changed.” his voice was quieter now, laced with uncertainty.

you didn’t say anything, just waited patiently, eyes locked on him, like you were giving him all the space he needed to figure out what he wanted to say. and maybe that’s why it was so hard—because you always knew him so well. you could see past his smiles, his jokes, even his silence.

i’m laying in the grass, a daydream in the sun… i’m back inside your peace.

he’d always thought that was enough—just being close to you, being your best friend, the person you turned to when the world felt too big or too lonely. but somewhere along the way, that had changed for him. being near you wasn’t enough anymore. he wanted more, craved it in a way that scared him.

“i’ve been thinking about us,” jaemin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it louder would make the truth too real. “about what we mean to each other.”

you tilted your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “we’re best friends, jaem. we’ve always been.”

he nodded, but his chest tightened. that was exactly it—best friends. the words felt too small, too limiting for what he felt. “i know. but… i think i’ve been lying to myself about what that means for a long time.”

your brow furrowed, confusion clouding your expression. “what do you mean?”

jaemin’s breath hitched, and he could feel his heart racing, the fear clawing at him again. but he couldn’t hide it anymore—not from you, not from himself. “i think i’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

the confession spilled out, unplanned and raw, leaving him feeling exposed, vulnerable in a way he’d never felt before. his eyes darted to yours, searching for any sign of how you might respond. would you laugh it off, tell him he was imagining things? or worse—would you pull away, leaving a gap between you that couldn’t be bridged again?

oh, holyland… watch your breeze take over me, just like we used to be.

but you didn’t laugh. you didn’t pull away. instead, your gaze softened, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. the sound of the ocean, the distant cries of seagulls, even the wind—everything fell silent as you stared at him, your lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out.

“jaemin…” you finally whispered, your voice tender, unsure. “why didn’t you ever tell me?”

he laughed weakly, the tension easing just a little as he shrugged. “because i was scared, i guess. scared of losing you.”

a silence hung between you, but it wasn’t heavy—it was contemplative, like both of you were trying to find the right words in a sea of emotions that had been unspoken for too long.

let me float in your arms… so come back to me.

then, you reached for him, your fingers brushing his. the simple touch sent warmth through his entire body, a quiet reassurance that you weren’t pulling away. not this time.

“i’ve been waiting,” you admitted, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “waiting for you to say something. because i think… i’ve felt the same for a while too.”

his heart soared, a quiet joy settling into the spaces that had once been filled with doubt. he couldn’t help but smile—a real one this time—as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as the waves lapped at the shore behind you. the weight he’d been carrying for so long seemed to dissolve, leaving only the warmth of your embrace and the quiet certainty that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of pink and gold, jaemin knew with unwavering clarity that whatever came next, he was ready. as long as it was with you.

[neoraso]

i like the way you love me | ldh

nonidol!haechan x nonidol!reader again- something no one asked for yayyyyy ftl, literally just fluff like nothing but happiness oops! there's only one joke about being like- deathly ill but i figured i'd warn you in advance wc:~ 2.5k

all plans you had about “going out on the town” with haechan were dashed as soon as you walked into his apartment. you could tell he was in the middle of gaming when you let yourself in with the spare key he hid “so well” under the mat that you bought him as a housewarming gift. walking through the door and placing your shoes neatly against the wall amidst the array of sneakers and grandpa sandals thrown around the entrance, you absentmindedly noted that the boundaries between you and haechan were almost nonexistent. it had been that way since you met in middle school, when he was baby faced and wild. back then he didn’t know the insinuations of sharing a drink with two straws or passing notes littered with hearts and stars just to say “hi.” now, his face had begun to sharpen, cheekbones more prominent and a jawline that defined his matured appearance. he was still wild, but his energy and teasing were tempered, and he had figured out how to sense when enough was enough.

affection between the two of you was not uncommon nor was it uncomfortable. in fact, haechan was the person you felt the most comfortable with out of your friends- even those you had known as long as him. you moved in sync, matched each other’s preferences and both equally gave each other the push or pull the other needed. he was your “person” as they say, and you sometimes told him this when you were drunk- or sometimes even just on a late-night phone call, falling asleep after your confession. you meant it platonically of course, but these days you couldn’t tell if there was more to your own words…      

you heard him before you saw him, which snapped you out of your thoughts. he was talking to whoever he was playing with through his headphones, but you figured it was jaemin given the sassy (and borderline offensive) comments that were thrown out but you all knew there was no real strength behind them.

the bedroom door was already open as you welcomed yourself in. as usual, even though it was midday the only light was coming from a floor lamp -another gift from you so he didn’t live in dungeon-like conditions- in the corner of the room. clearly, he did not notice you because when you poked his shoulder to announce your entrance he yelped and could’ve easily punched you in the stomach if you hadn’t been used to these reactions and jumped backwards with a smile.

“god, y/n! seriously i could’ve killed you! oh my f- sorry guys i’m sorry.’

he quickly got distracted again trying to resume his place in his game while you tugged on the strands of his bangs sticking out from his headphones.

“my bad, i knew that if i waited for you to respond to my text i would’ve been standing outside for four hours.” you took a pause as you twirled his hair between your fingers. “also, i think you need a haircut. you should let me do it.” you teased, knowing 50% of his concentration was not even on you anyways.

he swatted your hands away and huffed, still furiously clicking his keyboard.

“i thought you liked it long. or do you just want an excuse to touch my hair?” he replied, his smirk turning into a frown when you lightly pulled his dark strands again.

“i do like it, but how do you even see?” not waiting for his response, you flopped onto his bed which was- unsurprisingly- half-made but still smelled clean and slightly like his perfume. putting a pillow over your head, you closed your eyes, humming when he talked just loud enough to let you know when the match was over you guys could figure out what to do.

at some point, even despite his constant clicking and talking, you nearly fell asleep. nearly, until you felt something hitting the pillow that was actually, nearly suffocating you, still over your face. you blindly reached above you trying to catch the hands that were attacking you, glaring at a grinning haechan when you threw the pillow across the bed.

“come on y/n it’s like 2 pm this is no time to be falling asleep.”

“ok mister ‘i’d-lay-in-bed-all-day-if-i-could.’” you said, rolling your eyes.

“yeah but not when i have my lovely dearest bestest friend waiting to have fun with me~”

it was a bit odd how the term “best friend” had been bothering you lately. there was absolutely no reason to consider yourself more than that, but the more horrific probable possible cause was that you wanted more. in the 10+ years you had been friends with him, there had been no romantic feelings. you didn’t think he was unattractive by any means, and you always got along- never having a disagreement that lasted longer than 20 minutes. but you both dated other people, and never had any sort of tension or yearning that you could remember. that was until about six months ago, when you started noticing how pretty he looked when the sun started to go down, or the way his lips moved and pouted, glossing when he ran his tongue over them. it was getting kind of freaky at this point, and you tried to ignore these newfound “noticings” about your best friend.

pulling you out of your reverie, you realized you had been staring at him for about three seconds without speaking which was three seconds too long as he raised one eyebrow, maneuvering his hands back over yours, tugging on them to prompt you to get up.

“i know i’m gorgeous, but it is tiimeee to get uppp come onnn.”

he dragged out the words in singsong as your hands started to get clammy being this close to him.

this was getting to be absolutely ridiculous you thought. he was in a loose black tee shirt and basketball shorts that were a size too big, and he still looked too good.

he finally pulled you into a sitting position but held in his breath when you let go of his hands and wrapped your arms around his middle, gripping the fabric of his shirt. he tentatively draped one arm over your shoulder onto your upper back and placed the other one on the back of your head, slightly petting your hair.

“what’s gotten into you hm? you’re not usually this cuddly... are you terminal or something? please don’t tell me you’re terminal.”

your response was slightly muffled when you turned your head, so your lips were slightly pressed into his side. even you had no idea what you were doing. this was probably wildly inappropriate, but you were close enough you could play it off…most likely.

“don’t be ridiculous, i’m not sick. im just tired… or …something.”

“or something?” he almost sounded disappointed, which was concerning but also made you feel better that you both seemed to be dancing around something. he pulled the back of your hair to get you to look at him and you complied. you rested your chin on his stomach, enjoying the way he smelled just like he always does and how warm he was, his hand still resting on your shoulder blade.

for once, he was speechless, his hand stilling in your hair. luckily (for both of you) he regained his composure, blinking rapidly and clearing his throat, trying to change the subject.

“well, either way, what did you want to do today? i know i said we should go out but now i kinda wanna… stay in… i guess…” he trailed off noticing how your eyelashes brushed against the tops of your cheeks as you sleepily blinked up at him. suddenly the air became thick, waking you right up, your heartbeat picking up against your chest. he looked at you intently, like he was scanning your face for whatever you were thinking to be spelled out for him.

“y/n…”

this was bad. it’s like you were drunk, dizzy and face flushed, your skin was tingling but also numb everywhere you could feel him. you had a feeling where this was going and though it scared the hell out of you, you also wanted him badly. more than anyone you ever have before and certainly more than you ever thought you would feel towards him.

you could only hum in response as he trailed both of his hands to the back of your neck.

“do you think we’re changing too or is it just me?”

his question caught you off guard and you wished he’d do pretty much anything else (mainly, kiss you) than continue this vulnerable conversation. but he was still looking at you, with eyes that were more earnest than usual, and you knew this was a time he needed sincerity and honesty from you.

“changing…” you repeated his term thoughtfully before finishing your sentence. “well um… yes. i mean- i think about you differently than i ever have and i…” you were almost too embarrassed to continue, but his eyes still staring into yours and shining with the fondness he always had for you, you felt you owed it to him to let him know how you felt- even if he didn’t reciprocate. “the thought of you with anyone else scares me. i want to be able do…this” you said tugging his shirt to emphasize your intimate position, “all the time, not as friends. i don’t want to just be your friend.” he still wasn’t speaking which made you nervous and continue to ramble when you probably, most definitely should not have. “lately i don’t want to be away from you, and i… want to be yours…if that’s ok and you feel the same obviously… i mean i hope you would-“

he cut you off with a whisper of your name. to which you replied with a meek “yes?” your voice cracking a bit from nerves, not expecting to say all of…whatever that was. you shocked even yourself with everything you admitted to him.

“do you not know how i feel about you-or have felt about you? it’s been like three years.” though his words were loaded, he was still smiling down at you. then you realized he said three years.

“you’re kidding.” was all you could manage, deadpan, as he started to chuckle, rubbing the tips of your ears between his fingers.

“mmm i’m not~ thank you for meeting me in the middle i knew you would.”

you poked his side at that and narrowed your eyes, making him laugh more. “well don’t sound so smug, or i’ll take it back.”

“you couldn’t even if you tried~ i’m irresistible.” he didn’t even give you a chance to roll your eyes as he lifted you up under your arms to stand in front of him.

looking up at his face, you tried to keep your voice steady.

“we’re very close right now…”

he looked down at your lips and leaned in, just close enough to where you could feel his breath hit your nose.

“yes we are. is this ok?” his breathing was even but his pulse was not, you could feel it fluttering against your chest at the same beat as your own heart. he leaned in more as you nodded and closed your eyes as you waited for his lips to finally meet yours. his hands reached down to grab your hips and he grinned against your mouth when you put your hands over his, slightly pushing your fingers in between the gaps of his own. after what seemed like eons, he kissed you, inhaling deeply and gripping your waist just a bit tighter. not wanting to overwhelm you by slipping his tongue in like he wanted, he opted begrudgingly to pull away and kiss the corner of your mouth, squeezing your side and kissing your cheek next when he heard you whine and felt your hands climbing up his stomach to his shoulders then the nape of his neck to pull his mouth back on yours.

indulging in you again because – when has he ever said no to you- he gave you one, two, three more kisses, each louder and wetter than the last until kissing your nose and pulling away.

“hey, we still never figured out what we wanted to do today. i haven’t even taken you on a date yet.” he said thoughtfully.

“we can date tomorrow, can’t we just stay in and do this all day? we can watch a movie later… i guess…”

he gave a real laugh at his and pet the top of your hair noticing your frown at the thought of parting from him.

“you’re so cute like this, ohh what am i gonna do? but ok, you win. i wanted to stay in too. and now,” he started with his signature mischievous look, “i get to have you all to myself~ and do this- “he slightly lifted you again and pretty much tossed you on the bed earning a yelp as he climbed into his side, lifting up the blanket to encourage you to slip underneath with him. cuddling was nothing new but with this newfound stage in your dynamic it seemed a bit daunting now.

“come on, i won’t bite-unless you want me to” he said wiggling his eyebrows, grinning when you lightly smacked his thigh before lying next to him. immediately throwing your arm around his middle and slipping your ankle between his, you adjusted your position and watched as he reached over onto his bedside table to grab his laptop. he set it on his lap and typed in his password with one hand while the other arm was around your shoulder, securing you to him. he pressed his face into your hair and kissed you there before dramatically sniffing.

“baby… i think you need a shower…”

you gasped at his audacity (but mostly the pet name) and tried to get up from his iron grip threatening to go home as he laughed at you even more, relenting,

“i’m just kidding baby. ohhh my baby~ you actually smell great is it that perfume i got you?”

“yes…” you grumbled with hot cheeks, “i wear it every day.”

quieting down to look at you so tenderly, before he could say anything you spoke again,

“weird how we kind of skipped all the normal steps huh.”

he hummed and threaded his fingers through your hair.

“did we need the steps? we’ve known each other forever and everyone already acts like we’re together. actually, we wouldn’t even have to say anything to anyone. i could probably makeout with you at the next group dinner and no one would care. wow that’s actually a great idea we should do that.”

“we absolutely should not? you’re crazy.”

“yeah, crazy for youuu~” before you could cringe at such a cliché line, he poked your shoulder and said with a faux stern tone, “hey, kiss me again.”

“now who’s obsessed?” you said, but still embarrassingly quickly lifted up from his grasp to lean over his face. he looked up at you with a slightly devious expression which did not match how carefully he moved your hair out of your face as you met him in the middle making him sigh into your mouth, breathing you in. he pulled away and pressed his head against the pillows to look at you better.

“me. i’m obsessed. i am completely obsessed with you, always have been. i’ll tattoo it on my neck and hands and update every social media letting everyone know how much i-“

“okay! i get it. but just know i feel the same… times 1000.” you interrupted him, becoming more bashful with each word. thankfully, he spared you, pulling you down to lay all your weight on top of him with your face in his neck and lightly rubbing your back.

“what should we watch? wait i have an idea-“

“not the kissing booth.” you managed to muffle against the skin of his neck. sick of that movie he made you watch at least once a month. but he could feel your eyelashes closing against his skin.

“you’re so mean. and you know what? i don’t even think you want to watch a movie you’re already drooling on my shoulder.” when he got no response from you, he got nervous he had actually offended you until he felt your soft, even exhales on his collarbones. realizing you actually fell asleep, he smiled to himself and continued to play with your hair. he was so content finally being able to have you this way it didn’t take him long to close his eyes and meet you in your dreams.

[jenosbliss]

Can I request nct dream reactions to being on the kiss cam with reader, can be established relationship but also friends to lovers?

🍶 ⌇ nct dream ! reaction to kiss cam

pairing. gn!reader x nctdream | genre. fluff | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none

MARK. as your friend

You were Mark’s friend, just like how Chenle was his friend, or Jaemin or Jeno or- but for you he wasn’t just a friend because friends love each other platonically not romantically.

For you it was anything but platonic. In simpler words you had the biggest crush on Mark and always gave him hints but he was just too oblivious.

During the match Mark sat between you and Chenle, happily enjoying the game paying no attention to the kiss cam. It wasn’t until everyone around him started cheering that he noticed the cam. Laughing he commented “How could they think of us as a couple?”

Well… he said that to Chenle which made both you and Chenle facepalm yourselves. Like how could someone be this oblivious? Therefore having enough you pulled him towards you, making his eyes go wide as you kissed him deeply making his cheeks burning red. Mark would kiss you back with the same passion as you. “Dude you like me too?”

RENJUN. as your boyfriend

The moment Renjun heard the announcement about the beginning of the kiss cam he got tensed. What if you both end up on it? Would he have to kiss you in front of the whole stadium? No way, Renjun isn’t the PDA guy.

Therefore he engages you in a conversation and doesn’t let you even watch the screen of the kiss cam and let’s say he successfully dodged it the first time. Renjun didn’t even let you notice the booing of the people around you.

But the camera had other intentions. He panned the camera on you both once again and this time the audience made sure both of you noticed. Renjun this time just stood up grinning widely and kissed his glass of coke making everyone boo at him again.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” you asked. “It’ll be awkward, you know, in front of all these people.” He knew you felt bad about his actions and Renjun somewhat regretted them too. So the next time you appeared on the kiss cam, he mustered up the courage and with rosy pink cheeks he finally leaned in to press a soft lasting kiss on your lips making you blush as well. “I love you.”

JENO. as your friend

The moment he spots himself on the kiss cam with you he’ll let out a small chuckle while crossing his arms to indicate he can’t kiss you. Boy is already going crazy at the possibility of kissing you and he wants to but the thought of making things awkward stops him.

Jaemin beside him along with the others shouts ‘kiss! kiss!’ trying to push his friend into confessing his feelings but all this only leads Jeno to place a soft kiss on your cheeks which may have unleashed a swarm of butterflies in both of your stomachs but left everyone around you booing.

“Are you for real?!” Jaemin scoffed at his friend’s gentlemanly action which even left Jeno a bit disappointed and thinking only if I had a bit more courage… Maybe the cameraman heard his silent prayer and zoomed the camera on both of you again. This time Jeno gathered himself and asked “Can I kiss you?”

The moment you nodded your head he softly brushed his lips with yours for a few seconds before breaking away to the cheers of everyone around you and ending the sweet moment with a whisper of “Let’s do it properly later.”

HAECHAN. as your boyfriend

His determination to be on the kiss cam began when you jokingly sent him a reel about one out of hundreds of reels you send him on a daily basis. Kiss cams started appearing everywhere for him, instagram, YouTube, twitter… “THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!”

So it’s better to say he’s buying basketball match tickets to be on the kiss cam with you. It’s a part of his bucket list now. Dude has been recklessly buying the tickets for every game this season and will continue to until he comes on it.

He would be restless throughout the game waiting for the kiss cam and when it started he would try anything and everything to get the attention of the cameraman, like suddenly being too touchy with you or holding hands and waving.

And the moment you both appear on the cam boy would literally pounce at you, would kiss you so passionately, moving his leg to your lap and pulling you towards him. “This would definitely land on the Best Kiss Cams Compilation.” he smirked, wiping his lips and breathless “Woah”

JAEMIN. as your boyfriend

When he noticed himself on the kiss cam with you he would just smile brightly, shaking his head a bit as he is amused by the situation.

Jaemin then would slightly nudge you in the shoulder to get your attention, it seems like you still haven’t noticed the kiss cam. But when you do you become all nervous and shy, avoiding eye contact with him.

He would notice your nervousness and hesitation and ask “Are you comfortable with me kissing you?” You knew Jaemin loves PDA and you do too, but kissing in front of all these strangers made it a little awkward. But how can you say no to him?

When you nod in a yes, he would gently place his hands on your cheeks and lean in to place an even delicate kiss on your lips. Jaemin would tilt his head in such a way that your kiss won’t be visible to everyone, so you don’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. “You know you look so cute while blushing.”

CHENLE. as your best friend

Chenle came to the basketball match with only one goal, to focus on the match and enjoy it.

But the moment his eyes fell on the kiss cam which captured you a sense of thrill and warmth filled his chest. He would have ignored the cam but who was he to miss a chance of kissing you. He just had the biggest crush on you.

Boy was so occupied in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that the cam zoomed in on you, him and Jisung. You were sitting between both of them, therefore they had equal opportunities to kiss you. Chenle only focused on you and didn't notice Jisung on the screen as he just shrugged his shoulders inching closer to you “Don’t worry I’ll do it.”

But the moment he saw Jisung on the screen, both of you laughing at the situation, he got nervous… What if you kissed Jisung instead? Therefore he pulled you by arm and placed his other hand behind your neck, kissing you feverishly leaving everyone laughing at his antics, Jisung shaking his head and you in disbelief. “I like you and even the thought of you and Jisung made me lose my mind… will you be my girlfriend?”

JISUNG. as your boyfriend

Your relationship was in the blooming stage when one day Jisung returned with 2 tickets for a baseball match. It’s only been a few weeks (more like two and a half weeks) and watching a baseball match was the perfect date to share sweet memories.

The moment the announcer announced the beginning of the kiss cam Jisung became nervous thinking what if you both appear on the cam? Will he have his first kiss with you in front of thousands of random strangers? Will you be comfortable? Will it make things awkward?

And when you guys did appear on the screen his panic skyrocketed through the roof. His face burning red he would ask you “Do you want to do it?” an awkward smile plastered on his lips, fidgeting his fingers, heavy breathing and when you say yes he would become even more nervous, performance pressure some might say.

Leaning awkwardly with claps and hoots all around you he would softly place his lips on yours, hands holding yours, deep red adorning his cheeks and eyes closed. But the moment he kissed you every worry and nervousness of his would vanish and all he could think about was the feeling of your soft lips on his and he drowned in this feeling, in you. “I’ll remember this forever.”

masterlist. nct dream | nct 127 | wayv navigaation.

a/n. thank you anon for requesting this reaction and i’m really sorry for the delay in posting :(

[revehae]

maneater (r. fantasies)

warning: noncon, semi-public sex, jisung × (f) reader x jaemin

wc. 1.3k

love that i wrote this for @neocentral and she’s also the only reason i was able to recover this 🫶🏽 EVERYONE SAY WE LOVE YOU BELLE

maybe it was jisung's fault, the unfortunate outcome of his generous naivete. foolishly, he had mistaken your kindness for infatuation, your exuberant flashes of teeth when you glanced his way as flirtatious gestures of mutual affection.

jisung wouldn't consider himself a loser. he had a couple of friends. sure, he wasn't the most popular guy around, especially not with girls, but that didn't make him a loser. there was no reason to doubt his chances with one of the campus' most popular students, especially not when you made it so easy to like you.

too easy, jisung would think, clenching his pale, whitened knuckles into stiff fists when he saw other guys talking to you, checking you out from head to toe like you were a fresh slab of meat on display.

deep down inside, even if he refused to admit it to himself, jisung couldn't fault them like he wanted. your wit was admirable and your beauty rivaled that of goddesses. to say nothing of the fact that you were so amicable and approachable, maybe too approachable.

idiotically believing under the trance of your bewitching stare and enthralling smile that you reciprocated jisung's less than platonic feelings for you was his first mistake.

mustering the courage to approach you and ask you out was his second.

at the very least, you were sweet enough to let jisung down gently. even as you ripped his thudding heart out his chest and shredded it with bared teeth, unraveling the thread upon which his very world spun, your lips were fixed in a perfect smile as you apologetically told him that you didn't feel the same way, tenderly brushing your hand against his.

how kind of you to shatter his heart in the most beautiful way possible. you had to have done this a dozen times before, maybe even twice as much, so accustomed to rejecting every male's advance that you knew all the right words to say.

"you'll forget you ever felt this way," you'd told him at one point, most of your other words becoming white noise to his ears as indignation poked holes into his chest and swallowed him whole.

jisung liked to think that he handled the rejection fairly. outwardly, at least, it was true. you wouldn't have guessed from looking at him that the world as he knew it had been upturned and rage was festering in side of him quickly and brutally. he should've listened to his friends when they told him, dude, she's a maneater.

to think only days ago jisung thought so highly of you. now, whenever he saw you, only the most degrading of words came to mind. what a picky, arrogant whore, hissed his thoughts bitterly.

you must've thought you were so much better than him. you must've got a good laugh at his expense, leading him on and making him believe even for a minute that you liked him the way he liked you. or maybe you were just playing hard to get, so entitled that you thought he would chase you.

wrong. jisung was not like those other guys that would come begging at your feet and he refused to lower himself to such degradation, solely so that you could feel better about yourself.

it had to only have been a couple of weeks forward, jisung's anger intensifying by the day, when he heard those godawful noises coming from just around the corner.

he recognized that voice - your voice. jisung would never admit that he was obsessed with you, but there was no doubt in his mind that the high-pitched, agonized cry he heard came from between those glossy lips of yours.

naturally, it was jisung's first instinct to investigate, to wonder what was so terrible that you were shrieking so sharply. he became especially curious when the sound was cut off, suspicious sudden and abrupt, as if it had been muffled.

jisung tiptoed around the corner, quiet as to not disturb the scene unfolding just shy of him. although, given how busy the city was, bustling with everyday life, it would've been more difficult to hear him approaching.

jisung nearly gasped at what he saw, poking his head around the sturdy brick wall and spotting your frame caged behind jaemin's as your back was pinned harshly against a cold wall.

"shh, sweetheart." jaemin crooned, tone of voice cheating his violent hands. "wouldn't want anyone else to see you like this, now would you? imagine how hard it would be for you to have a good future if all anybody saw when they looked at you was this loose little pussy."

jisung wanted to say that that was already what people saw, but he held his tongue. he didn't want to risk making his presence known. one slightly wrong move, one bad step, and both of you would know that he was watching, lurking discreetly in the shadows. 

shameless, jisung whispered in his brain, shaking his head as he kept his eyes locked on the incident in front of him. jaemin was forcing himself onto you in broad daylight, for fuck's sake. without a care in the world if anyone saw him.

even as people walked only mere feet away from the sight, burdened with the tasks of their own problems. people that wouldn't randomly think to check around an alleyway to see if there was a girl attempting to fight off her attacker.

your face was familiar, but hardly recognizable all at once. your usual heart-stopping smile was surely upturned into a piteous frown, though it was obscured from jisung's vision as jaemin smothered your screams with his palm. moisture stung your eyes, gathering at your lashes and dripping thickly down your tear-stained cheeks.

even with jaemin's palm pressed flat against your mouth, your whimpers still faintly traveled through the hot, stuffy air. you thrashed in his burly arms, struggling to wrest your way out, but jaemin kept you in place with his spare arm.

part of jisung was bristling with pain and seething with white-hot anger watching another guy touch in ways only he should've been able to, but he couldn't move and he definitely couldn't look away. your stiff nipples were exposed from where jaemin had yanked your shirt down, jisung arriving only moments to see how jaemin sucked at licked at the tender buds.

"i don't take no for an answer," jaemin whispered, stuffing you full of his thick, veiny cock. your pussy was sore from how vigorously he was using you, but nothing would stop jaemin from doing as he pleased if he wanted it enough.

jisung's cock twitched in his light sweatpants. he only wished he could've felt the way your cunt squeezed his cock for dear life, milking it for every last drop of cum like it did jaemin's. if only he would've had the courage to slam you against a wall and take what he wanted, show you who was in charge.

it kept him up sometimes fantasizing about how tight and wet you were as he fisted his own cock to ecstasy. the sight of jaemin abusing your poor little cunt was infuriating, but erotic. not taking out his cock and pumping in his hand took all of jisung's willpower. 

watching how wide your gorgeous, fretful eyes were, how your chest heaved quicker and quicker, skipping breaths to get to the one that came after, jisung almost felt bad for you. he liked to think he would've been much more tender, had he gotten the opportunity, setting the mood and taking his time to please you.

until you broke his heart. now, whatever happened to you was out of his hands and jisung couldn't have cared less, ignoring the panic in your body language and obvious pain tensing your features.

jisung had the power to stop his friend if he really wanted, to intervene and save you from your troubles, and he most likely would've, had you not wounded him. but he remembered the gash still fresh on him, your smiles rubbing salt in the cut, and decided this was what you deserved. you'd get over it.

yeah, she'll forget she ever felt this way, jisung mimicked resentfully, those words burned onto his heart harshly. so in the end, against jisung's better judgment, he kept on walking.

[mins-fins]

junie.

&&. it's all platonic, it's all platonic between the two of you, you swear.

pairing: na jaemin x gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff

warnings: none!

word count: 1k

notes: i hope everyone knows which album the title of this little (1000 word) drabble comes from, i love solange sm her music HITS <33 anyway i am so mortifyingly in love with na jaemin like i have no idea why a MAN is doing this to me or where this little nana obsession of mine is coming from but i have so many drafts for him like AUSGSHS NA JAEMIN 😭😭💔💔 okay um enjoy this horrible piece of writing and dont throw up trying to read it

your feeling something beyond exhaustion.

light is permeating through the room, but it's unfortunately not relaxed. you feel like your eyelids got attacked the moment you tried to open them, and you quickly close them the moment the light entering in through the curtain tries to blind you. you have to wake up, the little voice in your brain coming up every few minutes to remind you that you have to sit up any minute now.

but your feeling too tired, you got chased around by a bunch of kids yesterday and your classes lasted much longer than they had to. you press your face into your pillow and groan, knowing that sleep won't be able to take you away again now that your up.

there are bundles of covers on top of you, a blanket wrapped around your waist along with the duvet coming apart. you shift around, hearing the sound of you moving against the bed as you do. you quickly throw the blanket off you, and though this would usually be the time you stretched your limbs, you have absolutely no remaining energy.

when you shift again, your elbow makes contact with something, well, someone. the contact warrants a reluctant peek of your head, face scrunched up in your lethargy as you identify the special someone your elbow had accidentally hit. jaemin, fast asleep, face half turned into a pillow as he snores silently, fingers lightly caressing the material he lays on. a few question marks appear in your head, you don't remember jaemin being here, when you went to sleep, jaemin wasn't even home.

you're guessing he was much too tired from his shift to walk all the way to his room, and just wandered into room to crash down onto your bed. even if you were awake, you wouldn't be able to deny jaemin begging for you two to share a bed, he's done that and succeeded more times than you can count.

"jaem" you call out, lightly poking his cheek with your finger, a small flick against his face, but it doesn't even make him stir.

this sight of him is enough to make you opt out of a second try. his hair is messy, probably from his nightly tosses and turns, some strands sticking to his face, whilst other strands look like they're about to jump off his scalp. he looks peaceful, with the light from the window shining of his face, the way he's sleeping makes him look serene. you'd feel bad for waking him up in this state.

your staring, it's hard not to. he's much quieter today, the usual loud snores you'd hear from jaemin now resorted to nothing but silent breaths in and out. when his eyes suddenly open, you almost jump back, surprised by him now being awake when you thought he was sleeping the whole time. did he know you were staring? your face already burns at the thought. he only gives you a short smile, turning over and stretching his limbs with a yawn.

"good morning" you whisper.

"morning" he rasps back.

you try to ignore the way your stomach flips at his voice, clearing your throat and sighing. "move over" you request, immediately rolling over onto your back upon jaemin's obedience. even with how you told jaemin to move over, he still scoots a little closer, finger reaching over to begin grazing over your shirt.

you lightly flinch at the touch, because your shirt is thin and his index finger is cold, but you don't push him away, just let him do what he's doing. he sighs lightly, moving closer and draping his arm around your waist, he immediately closes the space between you two, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

"what are you doing?" you somehow have enough voice to ask.

"getting extra sleep" he mutters, tucking his face into your neck as he takes in another deep breath. his arm on your waist, which had previously only been lying there, moves to wrap around and trap you in a suddenly strong hold.

"jaem i have to get up".

the words don't get anything but a small grunt out of jaemin, who leaves you trapped under his vice grip. you groan, tired of your stubborn roommate, and try your best to lift yourself up, you have to get out of bed now, but jaemin just drops you back down, eliciting a small yelp out of you.

"jaemin?"

"hm?" he cracks one eye open, loosening the tight grip he has on your waist as his fingers begin caressing the skin under your shirt, his fingers are still cold, and you try your best not jump from the way they seem to make goosebumps appear on your skin.

"i have to get up" you grumble, you look at him like he's some sort of crazy person. jaemin snickers, lightly pinching your waist, making you wince at the sheer freezing temperature of his fingers. "na jaemin seriously—"

"it's saturday, just a few more minutes" he states, a small chuckle added to his words. "you don't have anywhere to be, your shift starts at two".

"i at least have to go brush my teeth" you turn to him, giving him your best begging eyes. you don't even realize the lack of space between you two, your so close to jaemin that you can feel his breath on your face, you can see every pore, mole, and tiny scar up close, you could kiss jaemin right now if you got pushed.

wait— why are you thinking about kissing your roommate? you haven't even brushed your teeth yet, your breath is probably going to smell gross and it won't taste nice, but everything with jaemin seems nice. you wonder if those pretty pink lips live up to the rumors (and the fantasies, wait what?), you'd think it'd be nice to try.

jaemin gives you a deadpanned look, but he rolls over anyway, finally freeing you from his grasp. "fine then, go brush your teeth, weirdo".

that's all jaemin says before he slips out of your bed, blowing you a kiss and leaving your room.

you watch him leave, now filled with a bunch of confusing feelings.

are you in love with your roommate? no.. you can't be.

but then again, you wouldn't be surprised if you even fell for the charms of na jaemin.

[127luvr]

My Love Mine All Mine

a ‘na jaemin x male reader’ smau!

na jaemin and y/n l/n have known each other for years. inseparable since they met—graduating school together—landing their first job together—quitting together. hell, they even had their first kiss with one another. but it’s never been like that—their relationship doesn’t go beyond platonic soulmate-ism. romantic feelings never seem to cross their minds even after years of their friends (and friends of friends) continuously asking whether or not they were dating. it isn’t until jaemin’s love life suddenly starts to pick up where y/n feels conflicted on his feelings.

- ͟͟͞☆ intro!

profiles ! ? #

TY ent information

LUNA cafe information

- ͟͟͞☆ start!

001 bug like an angel

002 buffalo replaced

003 heaven

004 i don’t like my mind

005 the deal

006 when memories snow

007 the frost

008 star

009 i’m your man

010 i love me after you

011 valentine, texas

012 working for the knife

013 stay soft

014 everyone

015 heat lightning

016 the only heartbreaker

017 love me more

018 there’s nothing left for you

019 should’ve been me

020 i guess

021 that’s our lamp

022 geyser

023 why didn't you stop me

024 old friend

025 a pearl

026 lonesome love

027 remember my name

028 me and my husband

029 come into the water

030 nobody

031 pink in the night

032 a horse named cold air

033 washing machine heart

034 blue light

035 two slow dancers

036 happy

037 dan the dancer

038 once more to see you

039 fireworks

040 your best american girl

041 i bet on losing dogs

042 my body's made of crushed little stars

043 thursday girl

044 a loving feeling

045 crack baby

046 a burning hill

047 texas reznikoff

048 townie

049 first love / late spring

050 francis forever

051 i don't smoke

052 jobless monday

053 drunk walk home

054 i will

055 carry me out

—DISCLAIMERS although this includes real people, this work is pure fiction. the portrayal and characterization of the members are solely based on how i perceive their personalities based on content.

this work is not written in first person, it’ll be mostly focused on the reader’s perspective unless stated otherwise.

while this is a socmed au, there will be written parts included in the story.

—REMINDER to ignore all time stamps and any spelling mistakes that made their way into the final cut.

[mayaflowerxs]

hii! if u don't mind, can u do meandom!jaemin && softdom!jisung threesome please? :D

SHARING IS CARING

Synopsis: Loving you in secrecy is a lot harder than Jisung thought it’d be. Especially when your boyfriend is his possessive best friend. But maybe Jaemin’s kink for voyeurism may just be the way to your pants & possible heart.

Warning: Smut! / swear word usage, voyeurism kink, exhibition, est. relationship, threesome, creampies, dirty talking, and name calling, Jisung is a lovesick pup. (Not the best im so sorry!)

Pairing: Jaemin x f!reader x Jisung

Loud banging can be heard from downstairs. What was supposed to be a movie night soon turned into a sex marathon upstairs in Jaemin’s room. A part of the guys wanted to be understanding, okay yeah it has been a long time since there has been any alone time spent with you but to do it when everyone’s home? Jesus.

None of them really had the energy to get dressed and go out and hoped that maybe turning up the volume would heard. But to their dismay it only got louder upstairs. To say Jaemin was a beast would be an understatement, but to make it even more interesting. It wasn’t even just you and him up there, but one other person as well.

Their maknae.

“Fuck Jisung faster!“ They can hear you shout, the bed frame smacking into the thin wall over and over again. The guys send each other look, a silent agreement. “Movie theaters?” Mark makes the effort to speak up first. “Yeah sure.” A chorus was made as they are quick to drop everything and leave as soon as possible. Leaving with a loud slam on the door but that wasn’t going to stop the sinful actions going on in your boyfriends room.

Your relationship with Jaemin is for the most part not an open relationship. He’s made it very clear you’re all his, so to explain how you managed to get dicked down by both him and his roommate is just a bit confusing. Before you began dating the boy, it had been made painfully obvious both him and Jisung has had a massive crush on you.

So much it even almost broke up their friendship. Luckily though, Jisung had managed to ‘move on’ which in some parts he did. You fell for Jaemin and so he congratulated the two of you when you made it official. It wasn’t up until a month before their upcoming comeback did all those feelings for you start spiraling back up again. The two of you hung out more, you played video games with him as look as he let you give him a makeover. You forced him to go shopping with him and he forced you on scary rollercoaster rides in return. It should’ve been platonic but when he saw how the wind brushed your hair back, your perfume hitting his nostrils and the festivals bright colorful lights hit you as the moon cascaded down. He knew in that moment that maybe he wasn’t completely over you. And that was going to cause a problem all over again.

To hide it was even worse. Seeing you get all cuddly with Jaemin only made him yearn for you all the more. He watched how the two of you cooked and fed each other food. How you sat on his lap and played with his hair. To wear matching clothes and taking photo sessions with his camera. And when he got you to himself, he was foolish to feed himself to the same standards. Thinking it was okay to inch closer to you at the dinner table.

To hold your hand just as you’re about to cross on a busy road. To lend you his hoodies just so they’d smell like you when you gave them back and to pull you into his side when you got scared. Smiling fondly at you when you painted his nails and combed his hair. All of which did not go unnoticed by Jaemin himself. As much as Jaemin considers Jisung as his brother, there is a tiny flaw he has.

And that’s how insanely possessive he is. And to have to watch Jisung shamelessly flirt with you only irked him. He can’t blame you though, you’re gorgeous and the sweetest person ever. Who wouldn’t love you? And okay, so maybe he was a little out of line when he suddenly turned you around and smashed his lips on top of yours while you were mid conversation with Jisung. And a little out of line, when he smirked as he watched Jisung clear his throat uncomfortably and walk off into the comfort of his room.

But you were his. It was thought that the two of them had finally gotten past this. Over the course of the next few weeks you noticed how much more clinger Jaemin got. Pulling you into his lap every chance he got. Kissing your neck and murmuring lewd things in your ear. Slapping your ass each time you walked past him and of course in front of Jisung so that he knew, you were his. Jaemin thought he was doing all of this because of jealousy. Well at least that’s how it all started out as.

But that all changed the day you and him were alone in the dorms. At least that’s what you thought. You hadn’t noticed Jisung was in fact the only other person home, he had just been too preoccupied on his pc to care who was with him. It has been a long time since the two of you have had a proper day to relax. You decided why not?

Yet another loss Jisung gets in his game. Just as he’s about to press begin, he hears it. Staggered breathing, pants, groans, a bed squeaking and a slight banging on the door. As he takes off the head set his eyes widen at the realization that you were having sex with Jaemin in the room next door to his. He couldn’t believe it, a part of him felt his heart break but the majority felt curious. Wondering how you looked in such a vulnerable state. Are you just as beautiful as you always are? Of course you must be, the rushing thoughts of seeing you naked, hair disheveled and sweaty as you’re struggling to catch your breath while also begging for more made him make the irrational decision to get off his gaming chair and leave his room.

He planned to plant his ear up the door but when he sees it was actually slightly cracked open, he froze. ‘No this is wrong!’ But the closer he got the louder and more clearer he heard from you. After much conflict with himself, he did in fact get closer and boy did his imagination not do you justice. Legs pushed up to your chest, his best friend’s large hands gripping them as he focused on pounding into you. Forehead scrunched as he sets a brutal pace to your sopping cunt. Your body glistened with sweat, the ray of sunlight that pierced through the window made you glow so dearly. Your hair was scattered all over the bed but your skin. Your skin was bruised with Jaemin’s love bites that he made sure to be prominent for days despite your protests.

“Fuck Jaemin I can’t!” You cry out, hands desperately gripping the sheets as you hear your essence squelch with every hard thrust he makes. “Yes you can, fucking take it.” Jisung didn’t expect the harsh tone that falls out of his best friends mouth. To see how aggressive his thrusts were, how easily he manhandled you. Turning your body around, pressing your face down on the comforter as he returned to pounding you again. A hand gripping your hair, leaning down to suck even more hickies on your neck. Jisung felt slightly embarrassed by how easily turned on he’s getting. To feel the tight restriction in his pants the more he watches you be drilled into by his best friend.

Boy if only he knew that Jaemin was aware of his presence. And that there was a slightly possibility that the reason he began to fuck you like a madman was for Jisung’s perverted eyes.

And that he knew Jisung had been palming himself.

Jaemin couldn’t get that day out of his head. He couldn’t help but smirk when he encountered Jisung a few minutes after having sex with you and seeing how flustered he was. Feigning innocence. Even saying he wasn’t even aware that the two of you were even home and that he was too busy playing games. Jaemin knew, and he also knew that having Jisung watch turned Jaemin on a lot more than he would have liked.

He’d been bouncing back and forth with the idea of him possibly joining the two of you some time. And while he struggles to find reasons why he shouldn’t, he sees how much much closer Jisung gets with you. Boundaries he sure as hell knows he’s crossing. To catch Jisung shamelessly checking you out, smirking each time you grin at him and at some point even picked you up and throwing the both of you into the pool. Jaemin bites the inside of his cheek when he sees how turned on Jisung was when you clutched onto him. Your boobs pressed into his chest, and if he even thinks to look down he might just get motorboated by them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, having to bite his lip in order to prevent a moan from falling out his mouth you grind on him. Your thin bikini causing friction on his shorts that now, have a large dent in them.

Finally one night, he pops the question to you.

“What do you think of Jisung?” He said as you were cuddled up this side. “Jisung? Well he seems lovely, very funny. Why?” “If I allowed him to have sex with you would you?” Eyes bulging, you sit up with a look of shock on your face. “What?” You laugh nervously. “Tell me not you’re aware that he has a massive crush on you, not even that he’s in love with you.” Your face begins to heat up at the sudden news, “What? Jisung no way. We’re just friends-“ “That’s how we started off.”

“Okay but that’s different.” “No it’s not, before we started going out the two of us couldn’t even get along because we liked you so much.” “..really?” Nodding he sits up and takes ahold of your hands. “He loves you just as much as I do.” He sends you a soft smile in which you return.

“Which is why…if I were to talk about let’s say a threesome?” Chuckling nervously, you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know..I mean Jisung is attractive and I would be lying if I said there hasn’t been some sort of tension when he gets close to me.”

“Ah so you were aware that he’s been getting a lot closer to you then?” He raises a brow at you. “Well yeah! I mean who wouldn’t?” Shaking his head he grins and leans in for a kiss in which you gladly give him. “My dirty little slut, I bet you wondered how he is in bed.” Seeing your cheeks reddening he scoffs and holds your jaw. “Would you like that mhm? To have him fuck that little pussy of yours?” Feeling a small moan escape your mouth you nod slightly. “Words baby you know I hate the silence.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I’d like him to fuck my little pussy.”

“Good.”

Jisung was sure Jaemin was fucking with him. There was no way the most possessive man on the planet was actually allowing him in on a threesome with him and you. The same man that had ‘accidentally’ sent him a sex tape of the two of you going at it like bunnies in a public bathroom. The same man that verbally told him upfront and proudly to him the day he fingered you in the movie theaters and how he you sucked him off during the ride home. With your consent of course.

Jaemin who made each every opportunity to rub it in the youngster’s face that no matter how much he wished, he wasn’t the one who’s dating you. And nonetheless the one making love to you very night.

“You’re messing with me right?” Jisung chuckles nervously at him.

But the serious look on Jaemin’s face was a clear give away that he was in fact not messing with him. “I know you spied on us having sex.” “W-What?” Rolling his eyes, Jaemin huffs and takes the seat in front of his band mate. “Look I already spoke to y/n and she’s on board.” “Really?” Jisung couldn’t prevent himself from getting a little too excited by the news. But to know you actually would be all for having sex with him made the fluttering feelings compile back up in his stomach. “Don’t look too excited.” His smile falters.

“I call the shots and just because I’m allowing you to spend a night with her doesn’t mean she’s yours. Got that?” Struggling to come up with an answer, Jaemin stands up and goes to make his way out. “Of course if that’s a problem for you then I can always get someone else to replace you-“

“No!” Falling back into his seat, he composes himself. “I’m..I got it. I’m in.” Jaemin smirks and nods, “alright, she’ll be here tomorrow. She likes creampies so don’t jerk yourself off before then.” And like that he’s gone. Jisung groans and falls into the comfort of his bed. He knew what he was doing by telling him that, it’s like he likes torturing him. And having that thought run in his head, imagining you full of his cum, god did that leave him with a painful erection for the rest of the night.

To say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie. He was, every night he wondered how it’d be like to have you so close to him. To feel every inch of you and love you like you have always been his. A part of him still thinks it’s all some fucked up prank but when the day finally comes and you arrive.

It didn’t take long to have him locked in Jaemin’s room with you in nothing but a very thin and revealing lingerie. And although Jaemin wasn’t kidding, he was on the other hand a big meanie. Forcing Jisung to do nothing but watch for the first fifteen minutes of you on your knees sucking him off. His large hand on your hair as he forced you to take every inch of him. Slightly choking but quick to level yourself. Immediate to start sucking him again. “Look how damn needy you are for me. What a fucking cock slut.” Jaemin hisses, forcing you to look up at him. Your mouth open, he spits into it and forced you back on his dick. When he notices your hand make it’s way down to your pussy, he laughs fakely. “You feeling excited baby? Love the idea of having someone watch you suck me off like a bitch in heat?”

Pulling you off him, he turns you around to face Jisung who sits there with a big dent in his pants. “You like having Jisung watch you act like a slut?” “So much!” You shriek out when you feel Jaemin beginning to rub your clit furiously. Squirming in his lap, he wraps his other arm to keep you sat on his lap. “Look at him, don’t you dare look elsewhere while I’m making you come on my fingers.” Hands on the arm chair are clenched tightly, your clit getting sensitive the more Jaemin continues to rub. “Tell him how good it feels.” He says in your ear.

“God it feels so good Jisung!” His hands currently gripping the bed sheets, he groans as he stared at you unfolding at the seams. Trying your hardest to not break eye contact but it’s very hard the closer your getting to your climax. “How bad do you want him?” Jaemin tells you. “I need him badly Jaem!” “What do you want from him?” A short scream escapes you when he suddenly forces three fingers into your cunt. Thrusting with no reason to slow down. “I want his dick Jaem! Please Jisungie I need to suck your cock!”

Jaemin laughs at your state, “My little cock slut.” He presses a tender kiss on your cheek. A complete stark contrast from the abuse he’s doing on your poor heat. “Let’s see, Jisungie are you gonna let her suck your cock?” He gulps and nods. Standing up slowly and making his way over to you. Watching as your moans getting louder. “I’m close! So close!” Jaemin slows down which causes you to whine, a loud slap is heard. A red hand print on your ass, “Undo his pants baby.” Obliging, you unbutton his jeans and proceed to tug them down. He helps you and when he’s finally released, he slightly hisses when the sudden cold air hits him. He’s rock hard, and has your mouth salivating. “Go ahead, suck.” Jeamin pushes your head down to his dick.

And you do. You rip a loud groan out of Jisung when you kick one long stripe up from the base to his tip. Puppy eyes you make, something you always do to Jaemin that always has him fucking your throat. Knowing he’d explode his entire load inside your mouth. And that’s exactly what you want from Jisung. “Look at her.” Jaemin tells him. And he does, his hand goes to softly stroke your cheek as you jerk him off and focus your kitten licks on his red angry tip. The sudden harsh smack on your ass has you squealing but they’re muffled when your mouth is too preoccupied with Jisung’s dick. The vibration feels great around him, so much he begins to softly thrust into your mouth. Not wanting to hurt you. “That’s it, keep sucking him.” You hear a zipper and soon ruffling. Jaemin was taking off his pants and so you lift yourself just the tiniest bit to help him. But you’re so focused on making Jisung feel good. Loving how blissful he looks, his head thrown back the more you bob your head. Purposefully gagging on him that you don’t hear Jaemin command you to sit back down on him.

So he takes the liberty to do it for you, but when he does. You don’t expect to sit down on his dick. Forcing himself deep into your abdomen, filling you up full. Your tight walls quick to wrap themselves around him. “Fuck! Pussy still too tight shit..” Jaemin grunts. He was right, since the two of you have been dating. You’ve had sex for well over a hundred times and still you stay to be nice and tight for him. Even on the days you cock warm him. “Bounce on it slut.”

Jisung’s chest was heaving the faster you sucked him. Looking down and seeing your pretty tits bounce along with your movements. To watch how you lose yourself on Jaemin’s cock. A sight for sore eyes. It’s all heavenly that he can’t hold it in much longer, “Close..” he’s barely able to let out. He’s shocked to see you made no effort to pull away from him and instead you kept hollowing your cheeks around him. Fondling with his balls until finally he shot his load in the back of your throat. Watching you as you swallowed all of it, wiping the part that slipped out of your mouth only to lick it clean. “Fuck..” Jisung can’t help but say out loud. He watched how you sit up and raise your arms to pull him closer. And when he lets you, his eyes widen when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss. Tasting himself on your lips, a bit salty and yet it only made him hard again.

When he pulls away, Jaemin pulls you off his dick. “On the bed baby.” He slaps your bum once more before you do. “How about we show Jisung how loud you can truly get yeah?” He grins at the thought and pulls you at the edge of the bed. “Yes please!” Throwing your head back when he pushes himself back in again. You’re put back into Jaemin’s favorite position and as you look over at Jisung you notice it may just be his as well. Jaemin pushing your legs until they’re by your chest, pressing you together as it’s more leverage for him to fuck into you harder. Skin on skin clapping reverberates off the walls. The bed constantly getting fucked on its beginning to creak with every thrust made. Your moans won’t stop getting louder and suddenly feeling Jisung’s lips on yours is all too much for you to focus clearly.

By the time Jaemin rips an orgasm out of you, overstimulated and clearly sensitive he cares too little and instead demands Jisung to sit down on the chair he was previously sitting on. Carrying you up and placing you on his lap, “Bounce.”

When Jisung notices the tears beginning to spill he worries he had hurt you. About ready to call it all off but he stops when you start to repeat, over and over again like a mantra, “love your cock! Love it so much!” If he wasn’t so engulfed with pleasure at the moment then he would have grown shy about it. But he can’t think of anything other than your tight gummy walls. He looks down and groans upon the sight of your abdomen. The slight dent his tip creates the more you take him. And when you cling on him, tits in his face he can’t help but lean in and suck. Sucking until there’s a visible bruise, and before he knows it he doesn’t stop and that only gets you to fuck him harder. “Shit!” He yells out when you tighten around him. His mind growing fuzzy, he thinks he’s losing his conscious. He’s never felt this much pleasure before, nothing his hand could ever compete.

Suddenly, Jisung is no longer paying much mind to what Jaemin has to say. He picks you up and lays you on the bed. Ramming into you with passion and need. Unlike Jaemin, he’s fucking you to prove his undying love for you. Unfortunately this may be his only time to really show you how he’s feeling. And as much as he’s like to have sex with you for the fun of it, he has to take the opportunity to reveal his true feelings for you. Knowing he can never do that verbally.

Jaemin sees this but doesn’t interject. He’s made his intentions clear and he knows Jisung’s a good enough guy to not do anything to ruin what he has with you. So he sits back and watches how Jisung kisses your body with delicacy. Hands rubbing your skin and grinding himself in you making sure you feel all of him inside you. Leaving hickey after hickey. And when he lifts your leg and throws it over his shoulder. He pounds you until you’re seeing stars. Leaning closer to kiss you, losing himself to the taste of your lips as you cling onto him. Almost as if you need him to survive and that only feeds his love for you.

His hand falls down to find your clit. Loving the sound of your high pitched moans at the feeling of him rubbing furiously on your sensitive nub. Pressing soft kisses to your face, he leans towards your ear and whispers. “Come for me princess.” The pet name was new, and to have him so close, so deep. You lose yourself in his embrace. But you do more than just come.

Chest heaving rapidly and body shaking with the intense orgasm, you spill all over the comforter as Jisung continues to rub. You were squirting for him, and so much his dick was completely drenched in your essence. All of it was overwhelming, and before he knew it. He too was coming, and hard.

“Oh shit! Shit!” Along with Jaemin’s, he spurts his load inside you. Groaning when he looks down and sees both his and Jaemin’s load falling out of your fucked out hole. Feeling himself grow soft inside you, he whines by the sensitivity of his dick when he goes to pull out of you. You were too tired out, going in and out of a slumber but that wasn’t stopping Jaemin. Pushing the younger boy out of the way, he spreads your legs apart and dives right into your messy cunt.

“Fuck Jaemin!” You shake in ecstasy. “Please no more!” Slapping your thigh when you try to close your legs around his head. You hear his slurping bounce off the walls. Sucking and licking figure eights on your clit. And when he finally does let go of you, his chin glistens with yours and their essences.

The three of you try to catch each other’s breaths. “Shower time.” Jaemin simply tells you, feeling your pussy flutter at the meaning of that. Turning to face Jisung, he ignores the small look of hope that he may get invited.

“Alright thanks for coming, bye bye now.”

“But ! —“ slamming the door in his face, Jaemin turns to pick you up and over to the bathroom where he’d busy himself in fucking you all over again until you’re seeing white.

So maybe sharing you with Jisung wasn’t so bad after all.

He wonders if maybe allowing him to love you openly wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

After all, he does know how to fuck like a pro if he’s managed to get you to squirt for him.

[lqfiles]

— nct dream and their favourite places to kiss you

nct dream x reader , genre — fluff!!!

MARK ( 이마크. ) forehead

mark is someone who gets easily embarrassed when showing affection to his significant other, even something as small as holding hands might drive him crazy. however, he came to find out he loves walking up to you and reaching for both sides of your face, giving it a slight squeeze while he internally coos at your cuteness. slight squeezes turned into cheek squashes and those turned more intimate as he’d attach his forehead against yours. it didn’t take long for him to secretly plant his lips on top of your head, praying you wouldn’t notice, or at least be uncomfortable by it. “you know you can just give me a forehead kiss without hiding it?” you’d call him out with a slight chuckle. ever since that day he wouldn’t go one day without giving you one.

RENJUN ( 황런쥔. ) hands

renjun would do it any opportunity he had. may it be when the two of you are walking besides each other and your hands graze past each other, he would swiftly lift it up to his face to place a soft quick peck on it, leaving you speechless. it could be when the two of you are sitting together, hands clasped into each other, that he’d intertwine them tightly and give it a long loving kiss that would leave you blushing, hiding in the crook of his neck as he’d laugh at your flustered state. or it could be when the two of you are just together and you’d tell him how cold it is. without a second thought he’d unconsciously grab ahold of your hand before blowing his hot breath on it and planting a few pecks. it was second nature for him. if only renjun knew the affect this had on you.

JENO ( 이제노. ) collarbones

it started off with just a silly impulsive thought. the two of you were hugging when his lips somehow founds it’s way to your shoulder, softly placing them against your collarbone. jeno never intended on if becoming a habit, but the moment he saw the way you shuddered at the sudden contact, he couldn’t contain his smile before he attacked your collarbone with kiss marks (some becoming actual marks). some would say it was a bit sexual but for jeno there truly was no sexual intent behind those kisses. he’d do it with no reason behind it other than the fact you were close enough for him to kiss your collarbones. it wasn’t like you minded it, you could feel his smile every time he did, and that alone warmed your heart for you to not even care about the mark that could potentially be left if jeno didn’t stop on time.

HAECHAN ( 이해찬. ) cheeks

i seriously believe haechan would be the type to give more cheek kisses than lip to lip kisses. he just loves how he can surprise you with it everywhere and whenever and how accessible it is. he enjoys the fact that it can be considered both an intimate gesture or a platonic one, giving him plenty of reasons as to why he would do it. those could be because “he just thought you deserved one” or “because i missed you.” haechan isn’t against lip kisses, but with cheek kisses he’s able to do it as many times as he can without it having to be romantic or intimate. he also loves the reaction he gets whenever you’re in the middle of a sentence and get cut of by the sudden movement of his before his lips quickly peck your cheek, giving you a small grin before telling you to continue your sentence.

JAEMIN ( 나재민. ) lips

it’s very simple, but jaemin likes it that way. he enjoys having your lips on his more than any other place. he loves the way he can gaze into your eyes as he closes the gap between you two. he likes the way he can pull you closer just to bring both your lips together. he enjoys the way you’ll get you on your tippy toes just to give him a quick peck on the lips that leaves him with wanting more. unlike jeno, jaemin only does it when he has a motive behind it. 9/10 those motives are because he wants to show how he truly loves you and how much you mean to him, resulting in long deep kisses that could last for minutes. he treats lip kisses as a special treat that he only can do if he thinks he hasn’t shown you how much he truly appreciates you. to keep it short, jaemin really really really loves you and shows that through his kisses.

CHENLE ( 종천러. ) neck

chenle rarely kisses you but when he does it must mean something very good has happened to him. and if that’s the case he’ll aim for your neck the moment he sees it. it could be that he won a match in his favorite video game, or maybe he got a day off. in any of those situations chenle will first greet you with the good news before he pulls you in a hug as the two of you celebrate whatever the good news is. next thing you know you can feel his lips trail over your neck as he plants multiple small kisses leading to your lips. if you’re ticklish, chenle loves to do it on purpose. solely because of the way your head cringes to the side to block him from any access. it leaves him laughing himself to death while you send him a small glare, hiding the small laugh that’s in the back of your throat.

JISUNG ( 박지성. ) nose

jisung is the last person to give you a kiss. he’s usually shy about those type of affectionate gestures and keeps it low to small gestures such as holding hands. so lip kisses are a no, or at least something you’d have to initiate. however you were totally caught of guard one day when the two of you said your goodbyes and before you could walk off, he pulled you back and placed his hands on both sides of your head. obviously you’d expect him to kiss your lips but instead he raised his lips higher and placed a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose, biding a small goodbye. ever since that day the two of you would do it at least once a week, jisung starting to get more used to the whole kissing concept.

thank you for reading!

[anothershorthuman]

Stay Alive Pt. 7

pairings: nct dream x platonic!reader, afab!reader (you wear a skirt, but they/them pronouns are used), ??? x reader x ???

genre: zombie apocalypse au, high school au, angst, fluff, humor, not really horror but it's zombies ya'know

word count: 6.25k

series warnings: blood, injuries & fighting, suicide, character death, swearing, again... zombies.

chpt warnings: sexual assault, swearing, grief, dead parents, mentions sex and periods, guns and violence

summary: nobody was ready for a zombie apocalypse. you were definitely not ready for a zombie apocalypse. while contemplating just giving up and accepting your fate, you meet a group of boys. life may seem pointless now, but at the very least, you now have a reason to stay alive.

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Your shift with Jaemin ends when the sun rises; he wakes you up first before waking the other boys by banging two pots together. They complain at the idea of getting up while the sun is still rising but comply once Jaemin promises them breakfast before they go back to walking. 

The boy's eagerness to eat is overwhelming for you, so you stand near the doorway to the kitchen, watching all of them stuff their faces with bacon and eggs as if they hadn’t eaten for days. You're watching Chenle and Jisung fight over a piece of bacon, eyebrows scrunching in disgust, when you feel someone nudging you with their elbow. You nod at Jeno in acknowledgement but say nothing as he hands you a plate with breakfast.  

“You should eat.” You nod in what Jeno assumes is appreciation, before he walks away. He watches from afar as you ignore the utensils he left you and eat the scrambled eggs with your hand. His eyes smile when he sees you immediately go for a second bite.

…

The seven of you walked in silence for maybe 20 minutes before Haechan had started complaining about how bored he was. You’re a little surprised when he decides to focus on annoying you rather than any of the boys. He had been trying to hold your hand for a while now, but you were slapping it away. Eventually he gives up on holding your hand but hooks his arm with yours, and is pleased when you don’t shove him away. Despite your weariness, the physical affection isn’t awful, and it reminds you of Jungwoo a little.

“There’s the corner store!” Haechan exclaims before running over, pulling you with him. 

Haechans fast pace doesn’t give you enough time to look at your surroundings and Haechan is too excited with the idea of seeing his family that he doesn’t notice the worried glances between Mark, Jeno, and Renjun.

You want to scold Haechan after you stumble into the store but become speechless after finally getting a good look at the inside of the store. The products of the store were completely scattered, on the floor and on the counter. The glass from the door and the freezers was shattered, with drinks and food scattered on the floor. The cash register was broken, as was the stool that was typically behind it. 

Haechan disconnects from you and begins to wander the store. He calls out for his mom, and then his sister, not being able to control the growing waver in his voice. 

You too are wandering the store when the rest of the boys finally enter the store. Walking past an aisle, you freeze. There’s a puddle of blood coming from behind a door, presumably a break room for the workers. You peak your head over an aisle, checking where the boys are. Haechan is the closest, but Renjun and Chenle are quickly approaching him and you hope they’ll keep him away from the blood, at least until you can figure out who it belongs to. You glance at Jeno and Mark who are standing by the cash register and consider grabbing one of them just in case things go wrong. 

You step around the blood and reach with a shaking hand to grip the door handle. The sounds of the boys around you fade for a second as you gather your courage to open the door. You whip it open with a surprising amount of strength and scramble to catch it before it hits the wall, not wanting to alert the others of what you're doing. Once you are confident the door won't give you away, you take a look around the room. If not for the stream of blood leading to the back of the room, behind another tall shelf, you might have been pleased to see there was more supplies that would be useful for your group, like toilet paper and hand sanitizer. But alas, the sight of that much blood would spook anyone. 

Peering around the corner of the bookshelf, you take a few deep breaths only to gag when you realize that you're standing in a pungent stench. There's a body behind the bookshelf. You cover your nose and mouth with your hand. The body is face down, but it’s a middle aged woman with long black hair. You had been preparing to see a dead body, it was inevitable given the circumstances, but the possibility of your first being someone Haechan might know, might be his mother, makes this moment a lot harder to cope with than you anticipated. You look around the room, looking for something to cover the body with. You use an abandoned sweater before quickly leaving the room. 

All of the boys are gathered around the door, seemingly processing the same shock you felt when you first spotted the blood. You can’t help but to look into Haechans watery eyes, even though he instantly looks away from you.

“There’s a body in there,” you say, “a woman, not sure what happened, not sure I want to find out.”

Nobody replies for a second, knowing that there is a possibility of it being Haechans mother.

“I can check.” Renjun offers.

Haechan shakes his head strongly, “If it’s my mom then it should be me.”

“They’re faced down, so we would need to flip them over first.” 

Jeno steps forward with Haechan and reassures him that he’ll help him with that much. You watch as the two go inside and stand quietly with the rest. The six of you hear Jeno count them down to presumably flip the body over. And then you hear Haechan start to wail. 

Deciding to give him some space, you start to walk toward the entrance of the store, the rest of the boys following. It’s only until you all settle outside that you realize some of the other boys are crying too. Renjun has tears quietly streaming down his face and Jisung is straight up crying. 

Jaemin tells you about how all of the sophomores would meet up at Haechans house to play games together. They would often stay for dinner, his mom made the best kimchi. She was kind, going to Jeno’s games when his parents were busy or gifting Renjun paint or packing an extra lunch for Haechan to give to Jaemin when she found out he would never eat at school.

And then he tells you that Jisung was just an empath, he had never met her.

While you had never met the woman or felt particularly close to your own mother, feeling helpless was not a foreign concept for you and you can’t help but pity Haechan. You sit outside for maybe 20 minutes before Mark is standing up and dusting off his pants. He says you should leave soon and that he was going to go get Haechan and Jeno. The three of them walk out and you all start to walk away without a destination in mind.

…

You didn’t mind walking aimlessly, but due to the literal zombie apocalypse, you think that it probably wouldn’t be wise to wander around for the entire day. Your entire group is clearly not in the right headspace. Anytime you hear a noise that could be other people or a zombie, they get spooked and switch directions. You had yet to run into other people.

You had been walking for an hour before Jisung started whining about wanting to take a break. Jaemin suggests breaking into another house but Renjun disagrees, saying that it feels oddly intimate being in a stranger's house without them in it. Mark offers his house, but quickly backtracks when he realizes that he has no idea how to get there, they are lost. 

This of course causes all of them to focus on what's happening, trying to identify where they are. Chenle is trying to retrace their steps when you speak up, “I, uh, I think I know where we are.”

Their necks snap in your direction and they swarm you. And suddenly they’re bombarding you with questions. Their faces feel too close, you can feel their hot breaths on your skin and the way it makes the hair on your arms stand. 

“I live near here!” You blurt out. Your sudden outburst has them backing away. “It’s a really small place, but we’re tired and there’s food there. We can spend the night there and figure out our next move.”

…

Jisung still has no idea where they are. He lived on the other side of school and even looking at the map on his phone, he didn’t really know how to get anywhere. So, he really was relieved when you said you recognized the area. 

Part of him is confused, this is a pretty run down part of town, even before the apocalypse, he can recall his parents telling him to avoid this area. You lead them down a steep street and he finally seems to notice how eerily quiet everything is. All he can hear is the huffing coming from the boys breathing and their shoes scraping against the concrete.

They enter an apartment complex with flickering lights at its entrance. Jisung finds himself instinctively shuffling closer to Chenle as they go up three flights of stairs. The hallway smells of smoke and the yellowish tint of the walls prove that smokers lived here. He wonders if you smoke. 

You open the door and he peeks over everybody's heads into the apartment. It's a studio, with a lofted bed and the eight of you struggle to fit into the… living room? Kitchen? Whatever you called it. Mark, Renjun, and Chenle squish themselves onto the couch and Jisung finds himself standing awkwardly next to them. 

You scratch your neck uncomfortably, “It’s usually just me in here, so I forget how small it is. Sorry. We can look for someplace else if you guys want.”

Jisung watches Haechan walk in, make a beeline for the ladder that leads him up to your bed before promptly face planting on it. 

Jaemin is the only one still standing near the entrance with you and Jisung can't help but be annoyed by him, leaning over you, a hand placed on the wall next to you. 

“I like your place.” He says, “small, but cozy.”

You snort in amusement. When did you two get so friendly? Jisung thinks to himself.

…

“So, this is where you live?” Jungwoo looks around the small studio apartment. You can’t help but feel a bit self conscious and you cave into yourself, your arms crossing and shoulders hunched a little. 

“Uh, no! Not like that,” Jungwoo tries to reassure you, “I guess part of me didn’t believe it when you said you lived by yourself.” He plops down on the small couch (which takes up a majority of the apartment. 

“It’s okay.” You say. “...you're the first person I've brought over.” 

“Really?”

You nod.

Jungwoo opens his backpack and starts going through his stuff. He pulls out a white polaroid camera and pulls you over by your sleeve so that you’re sitting next to each other. “We should take a photo then! This is a pretty big deal.”

He snaps the picture of you two and shakes it so that it’ll develop faster. He grins as he looks at the picture before handing it to you.

“Thanks for letting me come over.”

“It’s not like the place is impressive or anything”

“It doesn’t have to be impressive. I’m just glad you were comfortable enough hanging out outside of school.”

“...Yea, I am kind of sick of you.” You snicker as he lets out a gasp and hits you. “That was rude!” You say.

“That’s it, I'm leaving.”

…

You peer up into Jaemin’s eyes as he continues to loom over you. He’s still talking, but you stopped paying attention to him a while ago. You’re not sure if he hasn’t realized that you're not listening or if he just doesn’t care. Your eyes flicker around the room, up to Haechan, who is now sleeping in your bed. 

Jaemin follows your gaze, “Don’t worry about him.”

Your eyes snap back to him, a bit dumbfounded, “What?”

“I mean don’t worry about him too much.”

“How can I not?” you ask him pointedly, “His mom died, Jaemin”

He moves so that he’s leaning against the wall next to you rather than standing in front of you.

“I think we all know that anyone could die in a zombie apocalypse.”

You sigh, “I know, but this makes it feel more real, ya’know? How am I suddenly the sympathetic one? Aren’t you guys friends?”

Jaemin picks at the skin around his fingernails. His movement makes you uncomfortable but you can’t bring yourself to stop him. “Of course I am. But I know Haechan, he doesn’t like being coddled, even though he could probably use the support right now. He doesn’t want it from me.”

“And I thought you were the bad boy.”

He shakes his head, “I might have the image, but he definitely has the emotional constipation that goes with it.” 

You're silent for a little while before he leaves to join the guys. You sit on the floor, a little further from the group but close enough to listen to their antics. You catch Jisung and Renjun glancing at you every once in a while, but they don't ask you to come closer and you don’t bother to move. 

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, being in your apartment makes it easy to ignore how the world is ending outside. Except for Haechan, of course, who has not left the comfort of your bed.

You make them some ramen and you all watch cartoon reruns on your shitty tv, changing the channel everytime some sort of news starts. You watch them grow tired and fall asleep, one by one. Eventually, you get up from your spot on the floor and climb the ladder up to your bed. 

Haechan shifts when you settle next to him. The bed is big enough that you aren’t pressed against each other, but if one of you were to roll over you’d end up laying on top of the other person. 

Jaemin might know Haechan well enough to leave him alone for a while, but you don’t. Hesitantly, you lift your hand and place it on his arm. You can feel him tense under your touch and you retract your hand, worried that Jaemin had been right and you shouldn’t have overstepped. You even think about leaving the bed so that he can continue to have a little bit of privacy, but he’s turning around to face you. His movement is slow and calculated, you can tell that he’s trying to not crush you. When he stops moving, the first thing you notice are his eyes. You might not have known this boy for very long, but the warmth and liveliness that was in them when you first met was gone, now bloodshot and sunken from all the crying he’s been doing. The darkness of the room makes the contours of his face look darker and he resembles the characters of a Tim Burton movie.

Haechan is avoiding your gaze and you wait for him to say something. When he does, it’s in a whisper, “Will you hold me?”

You nod at him and slip an arm under his head. He shoved his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You don’t say anything when you feel his tears hit your skin and you don't say anything when he tightens his grip around you. 

Haechans breath eventually evens out and you realize that he’s asleep. You aren't used to having anyone pressed up against you, and despite the way you squirm, it isn’t uncomfortable. You’re about to fall asleep when you hear someone climbing up the ladder. You quickly close your eyes and pretend to be asleep until the person goes down the steps. You peek an eye open just to see the top of Jeno’s head disappear. Was he just checking in on Haechan? You think about possibly asking him, but you’re much too tired to even try to get up. 

It’s the best night's sleep you’ve gotten in months.

…

Everyone is surprised when Haechan is the one suggesting you all get moving the next morning, but no one fights him on this. Instead, they pack their bags before deciding to walk further north. Renjun had woken up early and watched the news without any sound while everyone else was still asleep. Apparently, there were some camps set up across the country in order to help people, maybe some of their families ended up there.

Nobody says anything when Haechan holds your hand when you start walking. You can tell that they’re surprised that you’re letting him, except for Jaemin, who sends you an annoying wink when your gaze meets. 

Despite being the one to suggest leaving your apartment, Haechan is barely trailing after you. At times, it feels like you’re dragging him behind you. Yet, he never complains about the continuous walking or comment on the looks he receives when he wipes tears from his eyes.

You spend several hours walking. At one point, you came across a couple of bikes and rode them (two to a bike) until one of the tires popped, leaving Chenle with a nasty scrape on his knee after Jisung landed on top of him. You ditched the bikes after that. All the phones you guys had ran out of battery and you spent the night in an abandoned building. 

Without your phones, the eight of you were truly lost. Time and distance feel insignificant even when zombies appear. Your group had developed a routine, with Jeno, Mark, and Jaemin as the first lines of defense, all swinging bats at any zombie that got too close. With no other weapons, you are the second line of defense, clutching the knife that Mark returned to you. Looking back, you were stupid not to take more knives from your apartment, but everyone was too frazzled to think about potentially fighting zombies. 

Rarely do zombies get past the boys with bats, but there have been a few close calls when Haechan just doesn’t react to a zombie lunging at him and you end up shoving him out of the way. Jisungs instinct is always to run away and sometimes that means leaving the rest of you behind. Chenle will chase after him if he sees him run away, but once, when his knee injury was recent, his knee gave out trying to run and Jisung had gotten lost. Yelling would only attract more zombies, so you ended up going in circles in the area for maybe an hour, looking for him. You find him hiding behind a car, having a panic attack. 

After four days of walking, Mark and Renjun are talking about finding a place to shower in. You’re currently taking a break from walking, all of the boys are munching on protein bars and you’re taking a nap, head on Haechans lap. 

He isn’t talking much, but the two of you have become a clingy duo. Mark thought that you were just tolerating Haechan because you felt bad for him, but now, it seems like you reach out for him just as much as he reaches for you. Some of the other boys have taken it as a sign to be more comfortable with you too. Jaemin will often have an arm over your shoulder if you’re sitting next to each other. There's a look of longing in your eyes when you look at him that Mark just can’t figure out where it’s coming from, but he’s not that surprised that you like Jaemin, if anyone at all. Chenle and you have a habit of teasing Jisung, often about girls and his lack of knowledge about them.

The only one of the boys that still keeps his distance from you is Jeno. Mark hasn’t seen Jeno be so cold to anyone before. Sure, your first time meeting the boys was pretty rocky, but Jeno is supposed to be the nice one of the second years. Regardless, he keeps his distance and deals with you since the rest of the boys seem to like you. 

When he asks Jeno why he hasn’t grown to like you, Jeno only shrugs and says, “they’re your guys’ friend, not mine.”

“They let us into their apartment and they take care of Haechan.” 

“I don’t have to like everyone, Mark.”

Except Mark knows that that's bullshit and Jeno does like everyone… or at least everyone that the boys are friends with. There has to be something else, and Mark swears he’ll get to the bottom of it.

…

A day later, the eight of you stood on the side of a street. This street was elevated and overlooked a good part of the city. If you looked closely enough, you could see a zombie or two wandering. It turns out that zombies are mostly solitary beings, you don’t usually run into more than three of them at a time unless a loud noise attracts them. The view would be a lot nicer if you had seen it at sunset and Renjun suggests staying there until you get to see it. He found some color pencils in the house you all showered in the day before and took them with him. He had been sketching and drawing the entire day. Nobody disagrees with his idea to sit there for a while and let him draw. 

The sun is only starting to set and he pulls out his warmer colored pencils. He notices a dark spot of red that he tries to smudge, but it doesn’t budge.

“What the-” he mutters, gaining the attention of Jeno, who is sat beside him. The dot seems to be a light, similar to one of those cat laser pointers. The two boys follow where it comes from, just down the road.

Jeno, quicker than Renjun at realizing what it is, yells “Fuck!” and throws himself at Renjun, getting them both out of the way quick enough before a bullet is now where Renjun was sitting.

The noise makes all of you jump, and for Jisung and Chenle to wake up. Jisungs flight instinct kicks in and he moves to get up, although a bit sluggish compared to his usual reflexes.

“No!” Jeno yells, flinging himself to grab onto Jisungs ankle to keep him from running directly into open fire. Jisung falls on his face instead. 

Everyone is quiet for a second, trying to process that the first group of humans you’ll have to interact with since the apocalypse started just shot at you. Next thing you know, you're being swarmed.

Their lights are blinding and you all squint. You're all being yelled at to lay face down on the floor and you do. You're outnumbered, not that it matters considering they're all holding M4’s to all of your heads. The soldiers surrounding you haven’t stopped yelling and the whole situation makes you dizzy, your hands won’t stop shaking. 

From your spot on the ground, it’s hard to see the boys. There seems to be a soldier standing next to each of you, except for Jeno, who’s got three of them standing next to him, but that’s about as much as you can figure out by looking at a bunch of shoes. They’re spilling the contents from your backpacks on the floor and one of them confiscates the knife that you had left on the floor next to you. 

You yell out in alarm when the soldier next to you presses their knee to your back and pulls your arms behind you. The boys protest at your distress but shut up when Mark gets kicked in the gut. Your hands are tied behind your back with a zip tie and you think about how it might break open your skin with how tight the zip tie is. 

“This one had a knife,” he announced to the rest of the soldiers. The soldier that you assume is in charge is eying the bats that are sitting a little further from you guys, covered in blood and dirt. He yells at the soldiers to sit us all up.

“I am Sergeant Park. Congratulations on having survived this long,” he gestures to the bats, “I see you have found ways to stay alive. Now, you will all be taken to a survivors camp close to this location. Cooperate, and we will get you there in no time.” He turns to a soldier, “Search them, start with their fighter and end with the one with the knife.”

The soldiers surrounding Jeno drag him into a standing position, his hands are also tied with zip ties. There's a soldier holding onto each of his arms and he is roughly patted down. The rest of the boys' pat downs go by smoothly for the most part. Jisung flinches everytime the soldier places their hands on him and the soldier seems to have fun with this. Mark doubles over in pain when the soldier puts pressure on his abdomen where he was kicked.

Finally, you’re stood up and are getting patted down. There's a man behind you, holding your arms despite you already being restrained. You try your best to keep still and not say anything, even when the soldier unnecessarily squeezes your breasts. The soldier smiles sleazily at you and watches your face for discomfort as he moves on to your next breast. You don’t protest until his hands go more south, lifting up your skirt. You cross your legs in defense and try to move away only to cry out at the way that the soldier holding your arms twists them and the ziptie cuts open the skin on your wrist. 

“Get the fuck off them, man” you hear Jaemin protest. The soldier only laughs at him, “Little darling had a knife, kid. Gotta make sure they aren’t hiding anything else on them.”

Jeno struggles in their hold as well but is kicked onto his knees. 

Jaemin’s frustration only grows, “I said get the fuck off of them!” He’s able to shove off the soldier that was only loosely holding him and punch the soldier that had touched you before he’s jumped by another two soldiers and put on his back and also ziptied. They kick him a couple of times before you protest, “Okay! Finish your pat down or whatever. Just leave him alone.”

The soldier smiles smugly at Jaemin before standing in front of you again. You can’t help trying to squirm away when he lifts up your skirt again and you look away from the shitty man in front of you.

Later, when you get to talk about this moment, Chenle tells you that all of the boys looked away. It had been a traumatizing moment for you and perhaps selfishly, the boys didn’t want to watch that.

The soldier grabs your crotch tightly and he leans in close to you before whispering, “See, it isn’t so bad.” He leaves after that. 

The boys are allowed to stand up. Renjun helps Mark up. Jeno and Jaemin are being held by soldiers. Jaemin is visibly the most banged up by the encounter, but he holds himself well after having been in many fights. 

A truck driven by more soldiers approaches and the soldiers holding all of you push you in their direction. One of them orders Jisung to pick up your bats and he scrambles to do so. Renjun returns all of your dumped items into the backpack, only for it to be snatched from him. When the truck stops in front of you, the soldiers shove the boys on first before climbing in themselves. With no space left for you to sit, one of the soldiers beckons for you to sit on their lap. You don’t protest. 

The truck continues to go down the road, silently. It’s night now, so you can hear crickets and the crunching of the tire. Your group becomes alarmed when the truck takes a sudden turn, you would have fallen off the truck if not for the soldier's stiff grip. You’re now being driven away from the city, down a dirt path. The road is bumpy and you're sure the soldier under you is sporting a boner. You try to focus on controlling your breathing, closing your eyes so you can ignore the burning gaze of everyone on the truck. A hand falls on your thigh, radiating warmth as it presses against your skin. For a moment, you think you’re going to throw up. You feel a kick at your shoe and you open your eyes to see Chenle across from you. He smiles and winks at you and you can’t help but chuckle at his stupidity. 

The truck abruptly stops and the eight of you are pulled out of the truck and ushered into the camp. A clearing has been made for the camp, that much is clear with how its in the middle of the forest, with trees surrounding it in every direction except for the small dirt road you came in from. The camp is surrounded by two sets of tall wired gates. From what you can see, there is only one entrance and it is heavily guarded, even if there are military personnel throughout the entire perimeter.You pass through the first gate quickly after the sergeant gives the order to let you in, but the second gate is a bit trickier. There's a table with two medical professionals, fully covered head to toe. Here, they do simple check-ups on each of you, using lights to look into your eyes, ears, and mouth. Chenle gets his scraped knee disinfected and bandaged, but when they hand you all identification cards with your names on them, his comes with an extra symbol. From here, there are three entrances to the camp, a small gate opening behind the table where military and medical staff come in and out of, and two identical buildings on either side of the building. You are informed that the one on the right is for men and the one on the left is for women. Soon, you’re being pulled away from the boys, you follow the staff without much of a fight when you see the soldiers watching you intently. Once inside, you give the staff the card they hand just given you as you are led down the hall and into an office. 

You look around, trying to discern what sort of place this is. There are no windows and the walls are made of concrete. You can’t help feeling like you’re in jail. Despite this, the office is decently sized and well decorated, with a fancy looking desk and pc. You are directed to sit down and wait for the doctor before the staff closes the door. You sit in silence for a moment, listening to their footsteps fade away before you are out of your seat and trying to open the door; it’s locked. Defeated, you make your way back to your seat and look around the office. There's a plaque that reads Dr. Kang. You wonder if the boys are going through the same thing, locked into an office with an unpresent doctor. Your thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open and a woman walks in. She is young, maybe in her early thirties, with long dark hair and sharp eyes. She is wearing a sleek navy suit that accentuates the length of her legs. Her appearance would lead you to believe that nothing out of the ordinary was occurring and you can’t help but wonder how she has managed to find the time to keep her manicure looking nice. 

She doesn’t say anything when she walks in or sits down on the other side of the desk from you. Her eyes flicker to you for a second before returning to her computer screen, not wasting a second in acknowledging her. Still, you keep your eyes on her, not wanting her to think that she has the upperhand in making you uncomfortable. A couple of minutes go by of her clicking on her mouse and keyboard and you staring at her. Finally she seems to stop and look up to you. A smile graces her features and she makes eye contact with you, “I am Dr. Kang, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

Her smile makes you uncomfortable rather than feeling reassured and you decide at this moment not to trust her. “I’m sure you already know that. I arrived here with seven boys, when will I be able to see them?”

She laughs at this, “I do know your name, but it is respectful to introduce yourself when meeting someone new. Nonetheless, I can see those boys mean a great deal to you, so let's try to do this quickly and get you back to them.” She watches you with the same cold smile until you nod in agreement. She asks you questions about your family, if you've contacted them and the sorts. You give her vague answers which she types quickly into her files. The questionnaire is quite boring, similar to what your physician may ask you at your yearly check up. She asks you about where you were when the outbreak happened and if you had lost anyone, if you were with the boys when it happened. You think about lying, telling her that yes, you had been with the boys the entire time, they had been your school friends that were together when misfortune struck, but you worry about being caught lying. Would it even matter? Still, you keep most of the truth to yourself, skipping over the part with Jungwoo and tell her that you met up with the boys a couple of days after the outbreak first happened. You hope they say the same thing. 

“When was your last period? Are you sexually active?” You know what she’s insinuating, of course. Her smug smile makes the question more telling as well. Although, you're not sure what reason she would have to feel smugly about knowing that you’re potentially having sex with one or multiple of the boys you were found with. 

Still you smile at her rather sarcastically, “Celibate, actually.” Your smile grows when you see her fake smile falter slightly.

“And your period?”

“Haven’t gotten it in a couple months.”

She hums, “Well, if you're sure you're not pregnant, then you were probably under a lot of stress, or something else could be potentially wrong. We’ll check in with you about that occasionally.”

You give her a curt nod. She types away at her computer for a while longer. She talks to you without lifting her gaze from her screen, “We’re done here. You’ll be getting your blood tested to make sure there aren’t any mutations in your DNA or are in the middle of turning.”

You’re taken from that room into another with medical equipment. A younger nurse approaches you and explains how she’s going to draw some blood from your arm. Her attitude is just as unsettling as Dr. Kang’s due to how preppy she is, but it seems more authentic and you haven’t decided if that's more or less concerning.

You flinch when the needle is inserted into your arm and she makes a comment about not liking needles. You watch her flip through a file that you assume belongs to you. There's a page that she spends significantly longer looking through and you can’t help but wonder what is written on it.

“You arrived here with other people?” You nod. 

“Are you all close?”

“We’re friends. Does it matter?” 

She laughs at your stiffness, “Just trying to make conversation. Usually the women's evaluation process takes longer than the men’s, so they’re probably about done, they could be entering the camp now.”

You can imagine them looking for you, walking through all of the bunk beds filled with people. Chenle and Jaemin might even be yelling for you, with Jisung following behind them, covering his face in embarrassment. She takes your fingerprint and a strand of your hair while tests are being run on your blood. You want to ask her why they need them but refrain from asking questions you know you won’t be given answers to. The machine she’s standing by dings when your tests are done and she scrolls through them. Her smile seems to die and is replaced by a frown. 

Your worry grows as she walks toward you and you sit up. She stops you with a hand on your shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, watching her pull open a drawer next to you. 

“I hope those boys care about you” she says before sticking a needle into your chest. 

You want to scream but realize you don’t have the energy to. You try lifting your hand to remove the syringe but your arm flops over before you can get a proper grip on it.  The nurse is laying you down as you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

What– what did she do to me?

You’re unconscious before you can come up with an answer.

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a/n: hi! sorry for being gone for so long. I can't promise consistency, but I had a lot of fun working on this chapter and already have a decent part of the next one written. This chapter is pretty long too! Enjoy :3

[sixzeroes]

candy! a miniseries featuring nct dream’s ‘00 liners + a collection of short oneshots.

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are a couple of buds in their senior year of high school. not a single one of them is taken and all of them probably have questionable rizz. but that’s alright, because love is love and having good rizz does not correlate with scoring a romantic relationship. (that’s why all four of them were able to find a girlfriend by the summer after graduating.)

alternatively, just a bunch high school romance aus that i mourn because i wish i was a teenage girl again instead of a tired adult.

inspired by nct dream’s mini album, candy.

EP.01 : ❝ you are my tangerine love. ❞

huang renjun has liked people before. he’s not some special case where his heart is solely reserved for his one true love—no, none of that shoujo manga bullshit. but whenever he sees you, his neighbour of ten years, renjun feels this sweet, tangy taste in his heart.

pairing. huang renjun x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, neighbours-to-lovers, high school au, non-idol au.

status. every time my type!

EP.02 : ❝ the feeling that reminds me of you. ❞

lee jeno has had you as his best friend for as long as he can remember. every step of the way, you were there, stuck to his side like glue. jeno always believed you’d be his best friend forever, so why is he starting to view you in a different, non-platonic light?

pairing. lee jeno x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, (best) friends-to-lovers, high school au, childhood friends au, non-idol au.

status. one step, crunch.

EP.03 : ❝ i walk this cold path with you. ❞

lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

pairing. lee donghyuck x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, high school au, meet-cute au, non-idol au.

status. breathe in, breathe out.

EP.04 : ❝ can i stay by your side forever? ❞

na jaemin does not like you, not one bit. you’re one brat of a student body president, never failing to show-off to him. but on the day of your high school graduation, you unexpectedly confess to him, and all of a sudden, you’re more important than suneung results.

pairing. na jaemin x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, academic-rivals-to-lovers, high school au, non-idol au.

status. coming soon.

nabi’s note | i need to stop coming up with new ideas when i haven’t even finished my other fics. anyway, this is gonna be my return to writing on tumblr bc i rly rly wanna write smth for dream’s winter special !! all of these are probs gonna be ard 2–5k words, and (hopefully) no more than that lol :”

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[moonslie04]

Na Jaemin x male reader

Jaemin sighed, bored out of his mind as the teacher droned on and on about something he could care less about. He glanced back, his eyes locking on the black haired boy that sat near the window, real anime protagonist style.

He saw the boy pout in concentration, tongue poking out of his lips as he ran his pencil over on the notebook on his desk. Jaemin assumed he was sketching, knowing the shorter boy.

He was snapped out of his trance when the bell rang, indicating the end of his torture (psychology lecture) and quickly got up. Since the class was the last one, it meant Jaemin could go back to his safe haven, his dorm room.

Sneaking one last glance at the raven haired boy who still hadn't looked up from his art, he made his way towards his dorm.

Jaemin sighed again, scrolling on his phone as he awaited the return of his roommate so he could fall asleep without having to worry about opening the door. The jiggling of the doorknob made him get up and open the door, revealing a raven haired boy.

Jaemin chuckled at the boy's tired expression as he tugged at the sketchbook in his hand.

The boy whined, shaking his head. “Jae, let me in first. Please, my feet hurt.”

Jaemin shook his head, yet moved to the side and let the shorter boy in. He made a grab for the sketchbook immediately as soon as it landed on the other's bed. He flipped through the pages, rough sketches of hands, faces, eyes met him as he did so. He grinned widely, teeth fully on display as he reached the most recent drawing, the one he knew would be him.

He was always astonished when the ravenette showed him his drawings. No matter how many times before he had seen them, it always amazed him. Jaemin had voiced his thoughts about how the other should go to art school instead of this boring college, but he knew what the answer would be.

‘My parents would never allow it, Nana. You know that.’

Yeah. Jaemin hated the other's parents. They were supportive when the raven haired wanted to transition but were still too strict when it came to his education and career.

Jaemin looked at the drawing version of himself, his pencil sketched eyes seeming to sparkle, his smile true and honest.

People often said that if a drawing is made of someone by someone they love, it would turn out differently. More intimate. He knew what the ravenette felt for him. The love that wasn't platonic but more romantic that he felt, too.

They both knew it. They even had a talk about it. Jaemin knew that the boy who was now snoring softly in his bed because of exhaustion wanted to be his boyfriend just as much as Jaemin wanted to be his. But Jaemin also knew that the boy needed time. He had gotten out of a harsh relationship, and Jaemin had been there for him.

Jaemin knew how strong the other was and he was proud of him. So he would give him as much time as he needed, because he loved him.

[TWO MONTHS LATER]

Jaemin sighed, bored out of his mind as the teacher droned on and on about something he could care less about. He glanced at his roommate boyfriend as he held his hand. A smile came onto Jaemin's face, just as sparkling as the one in the drawing.

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A/N: honestly, I wrote this like at 2 am. cause I was feeling like shit but enjoy ^-^

[ningningsdream]

the villain in your story | part thirty one

word count: 0.4k

MONDAY NIGHT

"come on, change into your pajamas.", jaemin said, facing the wall of your shared bedroom while your drunk ass was sprawl on the bed.

"i don't want toooooooo!!", you whined, moving your legs and arms around like a child throwing a tantrum.

"y/n....", jaemin started, making you stop in your movements, "you're gonna be more comfortable, except if you wanna sleep in cold and rigid jeans...", he tried to persuade you.

"fine...", you pouted. you started changing as jaemin averted his eyes away and onto anything but you. that corner suddenly looked very interesting.

jaemin suddenly thought about something and exited the room, hoping you'd be done changing when he came back. he closed the door behind him quietly, heading towards the bathroom. after searching thoroughly, he finally grabbed the pack of wet makeup wipes, along with a towel that he carefully wet in a little water and returned to your bedroom. thankfully, you were fully dressed, even though your shirt was backwards. the sight made him smile unknowingly as he approached you, "let's remove your makeup now."

"but i want to sleeeep...", you whined, starting to get under the cover.

"i know, i know. but it's not good for your skin to go to sleep with makeup on.", jaemin answered softly, sitting on the bed next to you.

"but i don't want to move.", you pouted.

"it's alright. you don't have to.", jaemin replied, opening the pack of makeup wipes and grabbing one out.

he started wiping your makeup off gently, until your hand grabbed his, to stop him, "it's cold.", you complained with a pout.

"just bear with it a little longer.", jaemin said softly, grabbing the wet wipe from his hand with his free hand and then grabbing your hand to get it away from your face, not letting go of it afterwards. he tried his best to wipe all your makeup away with the wet wipe then proceeded to pat your face gently with the damp towel, "and done."

"where are you going?", you asked, pulling a little onto jaemin's hand as you felt him move away.

"i'll be right back.", he said to reassure you, squeezing your hand before letting go.

you were sincerely going to be the end of him and yall weren't even halfway through the trip. he still didn't know if you were feeling anything more than friendship towards him. sometimes, he thought that there was maybe a chance and other times, he felt like you were still drawing a line between the two of you. jaemin didn't want to ruin the friendship the two of you started building but there was no way he could keep going as he started realizing that you meant more to him. it wouldn't be fair for him nor for you to pretend that he felt only platonic feelings towards you.

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pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: the way i already have an idea for a new smau 🤭

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: hard to let go | hrj

summary | your high school friend group had an ambiguous and messy end, and you never got any closure for anything. two years later, and lee donghyuck’s girlfriend lives on the same floor as you, and you’re forced to face huang renjun, whose abandonment hurt you the most.

genre | huang renjun x fem!reader, haechan & reader (platonic, also incredibly negative), most intense situationship ever, non-idol! au, college!au, angst

warnings | alcohol, throwing up, haechan (and jaemin) are terrible people, victimization, villainization, toxic friendships, a bad fight between y/n and her mom is briefly depicted

wc | 4.3k

a/n: huang renjun marry me please i’m free thursday and every thursday after that i also don’t have classes on monday if you would like to hang out then.

ft. people i made up

THERE IS NOTHING GOOD ABOUT LOVE, OR COLLEGE.

You should’ve realized how much you hated school before you’d gone and put your all into college applications, but it was too late now, and you were already here. The clock was getting closer and closer to 3 am, and you had an 8 am lecture you needed to be up and prepped for.

The equations in front of you didn’t care about your 8 am lecture, though.

As you took a deep breath, resolving to take one more stab at the gibberish in front of you, the door to your dorm room flew open. You practically jumped out of your seat, your pencil flying out of your hands. A boy you’d never seen before stood behind her, gently trying to lead her into the room.

“Oh my god, Koeun,” you said, standing up from your desk chair. You had to stop for a moment, brushing off the wave of dizziness caused by your exhaustion. Then, you walked over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and taking her away from the poor boy who’d gotten her here.

She tried to push you away, but you’d dealt with this more times than you could count; you grabbed her wrists as she tried to push you, pulling her over to her bed and practically pushing her onto it. The moment she laid down, she passed out and slumped over onto the hard, university-complimentary mattress.

“I’m so sorry for the trouble,” you said frantically, rushing back up to the boy. “I’ve got it from here, so you can go ahead and go home. Thank you so much for bringing her back.

“Uh, no problem.”

The boy looked down at you with a confused look on his face, chewing on his lip as he did so. He smelled like cigarettes and alcohol, more than Koeun did—it was impressive to meet someone who bested her in that.

“Do I know you?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “I swear, you look so familiar.”

“Sorry, but I don’t recognize you at all,” you replied, suddenly wanting him to leave a lot more than you originally did. “Have a good night.”

You slammed the door on his face, glad to be free from the smell of illegal parties. Koeun rolled over on the bed, letting out a loud snore, and all you could do was thank the lord above that you wouldn’t have to deal with her puking all over the room.

A sigh escaped your lips as you approached your desk, flopping back down onto your desk chair. What a bore this was—while Koeun went out and got drunk every night, you were here, bogged down by the pressure of your chemistry homework.

You wanted to scream and cry and jump around the room, rip your hair out strand by strand, cry until you couldn’t read the problems on the page; Koeun wanted to frolic in flower fields and go to expensive cafés to take pictures.

“You wanna know something, [First]?”

The sound of Koeun’s slurring made your previous relief vanish in the second, so you pushed yourself up from your chair, seeking out the bucket you recently bought.

“What do I want to know, Koeun?”

She giggled, grabbing the bucket from your arms and hugging it to her chest. “Kim Yeona lives on our floor.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yup, she does. Two doors down.”

“Kim Yeona is dating Donghyuck.”

You felt yourself tense, and your knees weakened substantially. That was a name you hadn’t heard since three years ago, when you were a bright-eyed, seventeen-year-old girl who floated through life like a duck on a pond.

Yeona was a sweet girl—you could see why Donghyuck would choose her of all the people who probably threw themselves onto him. But, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had known, if he knew what dating Yeona would do to you. He’d been a main offender in the end, and you were unsure he ever got the closure he truly wanted.

“Is she?”

“Mhmm…Yeona doesn’t know about you. Nobody’s told her. Donghyuck—” Koeun hiccuped, and you cringed, hoping she wouldn’t open the floodgates. “Donghyuck hasn’t told her what he did to you. He knows Yeona would break up with him. But—get this—he said he doesn’t regret it, [First]. I heard it with my own ears, as I chugged another glass off…um…whatever I chugged, and—he was there, [First]. In the flesh. He was there. And he ignored me, too. He pretends like he never did anything wrong.”

You took a step back, mind racing and heart pounding. He said he doesn’t regret it. What a joke that was—how could he not regret it? In what world could someone be so heartless?

“Go to bed, Koeun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She hiccuped, reaching out towards you. “Renjun—” she slurred, exhaustion lacing her voice. “Renjun should’ve chosen you.

You wished Lee Donghyuck had just killed you—pushed you out a window, thrown you out of a car, accidentally tripped you off the side of a pier—before he’d begun the campaign to destroy your existence.

“Oi, [First],” Donghyuck called, catching up to you in the hallway. The sound of students chattering and doors sliding filled your ears, nearly drowning out his calls, but you could hear them just enough to stop and turn. He half-smiled, draping a loose arm around your shoulder when he caught up to you. “D’ya got the answers to the calc homework?”

“When have I ever done the calc homework?” you snorted, hugging your books closer to your chest. Donghyuck sighed so heavily you could feel his chest expand into your shoulder, causing your heart to speed up a bit. You weren’t into Donghyuck—not in the slightest, given the situation you’d found yourself in—but he always made you a bit nervous.

You could never tell what he was thinking. You’d been friends since your first year of high school, so you’d watched him build people up just to drag them down with the same hands he’d used to build. It was scary. Sometimes, you wondered if you were next, but from the way he treated you and the way Mark insisted you weren’t, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“I wish we were friends with more people in our class. I feel stupid every time I walk in ‘cause I always gotta do the homework as she’s walking around to collect it.”

“Yeah, well, our class is stuck-up city. Bunch of rule-follower teachers' pets. Plus, Haeun hates me, so she’d never give you answers.”

“Haeun, hm,” he hummed, forcefully turning you towards the front doors of the school. “We’re skipping today, by the way.”

“What?”

“You never skip with us,” he said, so nonchalantly you could have thrown up. Your boundaries had officially been crossed; you ducked down, losing Donghyuck’s arm from your shoulders and causing him to stop and turn.

“That’s because my parents will kill me, Hyuck. Skipping class would get me grounded for weeks,” you replied, frowning. “Sometime after exams, I will, but for now…I just need to be consistent. Okay?”

“What about if I had Renjun come get you?” he asked, taking another step towards you. The presence of your classmates in the halls began to fade, with more and more people returning to their classrooms as lunch approached its end. “If I had star student Na Jaemin take you to the nurse? Or would you still turn it down?”

“I—”

“I feel like I’m losing you, [First]. We never hang out, not like we used to. We never talk. You never meet up with us after school, no matter how much we invite you. Even Koeun comes with us, but never you. Even Mark came with us last year, and he’s more stingy than you. Do you even care about us anymore?”

“Of course I care, Donghyuck. I just need to think about the future for a bit.”

“What future is there to think about if you’ll marry Huang Renjun and get a cut of Chenle’s dad’s billions?”

You looked at him, hurt building up in your heart. You didn’t want to be an extension of Renjun and Chenle; you wanted to be yourself, wholly, with a life you built by yourself. Not a life built by Chenle’s birth luck and Renjun’s family-friend status.

That didn’t overtake your pure want to be accepted by Donghyuck.

“Go get Jaemin, then.”

He smiled a devious smile, lips curling up and eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sounds good. Wait here.”

It only took a day for you to see him on campus. He was across the main quad, sitting on a picnic blanket with your neighbor, Yeona, and feeding her strawberries.

His smile was so genuine it made your heart want to shrivel up into nothing, his happiness was so real it made you want to march over and ruin it. Lee Donghyuck made you feel a lot of emotions—anger, sadness, betrayal, nostalgia—but you couldn’t pull one ahead of the others, and that was the reason you couldn’t fight back against him way back when.

Part of you hoped Koeun heard him wrong. That she mistook the does regret it for doesn’t regret it. That, if he could, he would apologize, and he would give your new number to Jaemin so he could apologize, too. “Mark got through to me,” he’d say, referencing the boy who protected you from Lee Donghyuck’s meaningless wrath until he couldn’t anymore. “I wasn’t in the right place.”

You looked away when Yeona saw you staring, rushing towards the sciences building with tears already building in your eyes. You knew you didn’t miss Donghyuck—you could never miss him, after what he did to you—and that you were missing someone close to him, but an apology from Donghyuck meant an apology from him.

An emotional one. A pleading one. A “please, let’s finish what we started” apology that could only be given to you.

It would never happen. You hoped Yeona either broke up with him or moved out soon.

You felt like your stomach was caving in on itself.

You hated skipping class; the more you pushed, the closer you got to your parents finding out. The nurse never questioned the fabricated fever on the thermometer, not when Na Jaemin was behind you, frowning and patting your shoulder. But, the more you feigned sickness, the more likely it was going to be for the nurse to call your parents and ask how you were doing at home.

They’d find out after that. Even if you used Donghyuck’s lie, which was telling her you didn’t want to get in trouble so you’d been staying at his house during the school day. Not only would you be destroyed for going to a boy’s house without permission, but you’d also be destroyed after your mom took you to the hospital and found nothing was wrong.

Nevertheless, you kept coming. Like today. You sat on a cold, large rock next to Renjun, who was smiling and laughing with the rest of the group. Koeun and you were sitting back to back as she slept, head resting on your shoulder.

Despite how people surrounded you, you still felt cold.

“I just don’t get why she thought it would be a good idea to ask me out. I mean, if she wasn’t so ugly, I’d say yes, but…” Jaemin sighed, throwing a rock at Jeno, who was also nodding off and for good reason. According to Koeun, after you left early last night to make sure your parents didn’t suspect anything of you, they’d all stayed up together until Jeno caught a shooting star on camera. You felt left out, but it was for your self-preservation, so you didn’t care too much.

Jeno jerked awake as the rock hit his knee, a loud yelp escaping his lips. “What the fuck, Jaemin? That fucking hurt, holy shit,” Jeno swore, holding his knee. Jaemin just laughed, which was followed by Donghyuck and Chenle joining in. Jeno hopped up, beginning to run towards Jaemin, who also pushed himself off the ground and began to run.

Mostly everyone followed, except for Renjun, who stayed next to you, and Koeun, who stayed asleep. Renjun looked at you, taking your mostly-alone-ness to cover your hand with his and initiate a conversation.

“Are you okay, [First]?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Renjun said, immediately calling you out on your bluff. Koeun shifted against you, and you could tell she was awake now, but you didn’t say anything. “You don’t like skipping—I know you don’t. You don’t have to come with us, you know. You care about school a lot more than the rest of us do, and that’s okay. We’re still your friends.”

“But Donghyuck said—”

Renjun cut you off by squeezing your hand, a lot tighter than you would’ve liked him to. “You did this with Mark, too, but Mark was nicer and less of a tyrant,” he said, turning to make sure none of the other boys were coming back. Koeun shifted again, firmly pressing her back against yours. “[First], just because Donghyuck is our quasi-leader now that Mark is in college doesn’t mean you need to follow his word like it’s sacred scripture. He does not decide how things go around here. Don’t risk your parents getting mad just to sit in a park and do nothing all day, okay?”

“Okay.”

Maybe you should’ve noticed how jealous Renjun was, and how it was already too late.

“I’d rather see you after school and on the weekends than never see you at all because your parents grounded you, [First].”

The unspeakable was going to happen at some point, no denying it, so maybe you should’ve tried to prepare for it more.

You had an empty laundry bag draped around your arm as you descended the stairs from the fifth floor of your dorms, where the laundry room was. The sound of quarters jingled in your pocket, excited for when you’d go back up to move your laundry from the washer to the dryer.

You had headphones on your head, music blasting loudly. You whistled the tune, taking the lanyard off your neck to unlock your door as you emerged into the third-floor corridor and found yourself opposite Lee Donghyuck.

His eyes widened as you skidded to a stop, almost running into him. Yeona stood behind him, purse on her shoulder, and you assumed you were running into them as they were about to leave.

How unlucky were you?

The difference between Yeona’s and Donghyuck’s facial expressions was palpable, so much so you could’ve laughed. His eyes were filled with malice, mixed with a sick sense of accomplishment; nevertheless, he looked disgusted. Yeona looked overjoyed to be seeing you.

“[First]!” Yeona exclaimed, stepping in front of Donghyuck. She drew you into a tight hug, a smile drawn on her face. “I haven’t seen you in a while! How’s Orgo treating you?”

“Miserably,” you mumbled, clearing your throat. “Not to rain on your parade, but I’ve got an online class in a few minutes…”

“Oh, before you go, let me introduce—”

“I know him,” you cut her off, ignoring how Donghyuck’s smile seemed to grow at your discomfort and Yeona’s seemed to fade. “We went to high school together.”

And you brushed past her, marching towards your room and not looking back.

“Mom, you can’t do this to me!” you screeched, lunging and just barely managing to grab your phone out of her hands. “Take away my free time, my stuffed animals, whatever you want, but you can’t take my phone.”

“Why not, huh?” she yelled back, getting in your face. “Your awful friends are who did this to you! They’re ruining my daughter, [First]! I should be able to take away your friends if they’re getting in the way of your education!”

“I will not let you isolate me again! I’ll never leave the house outside of school, hell, you can pick me up and drop me off, but I will not let you isolate me!”

“Fine! Let’s see what happens when that awful Lee Donghyuck unfriends you because you can’t destroy your future, and you have no friends at all because he’s the leader of the pack! You’re better off rotting away in your room than you are talking to him.”

Koeun sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and giving you the most pitiful look she’d ever given you.

“I should’ve punched him. Gotten myself expelled. I should’ve beat the shit out of Lee Donghyuck,” she finally said. “Renjun, too.”

You frowned. “Renjun didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Since when was abandoning your almost-girlfriend the right decision, [First]? Do you remember what you told me after you snuck out with him that night? You said you could spend the entire rest of your life with him, and he left you the next day—just like that. Stop forgiving his mistakes without an apology.”

You stayed quiet, listening to the commotion in the hall. They were out there—at least three or four of them—hanging out with Yeona. You’d heard them call it a “first meeting,” meaning Yeona was new, and there was no way she’d known anything.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you heard Yeona say, giggling as she did. There was a beat of silence, and then a chorus of loud ews and get a rooms, which you assumed meant Yeona and Donghyuck had shared a quick kiss.

“Be back soon, baby.”

Your stomach churned, and Koeun angrily got up and stomped over to where her headphones were charging. A few more beats of silence occurred as Koeun put the headphones over her ears, drowning out the noise of your ex-friends.

“Is that really [First] and Koeun’s room?”

“Watched [First] walk into it. Pathetic, right? How uncomfortable they must be knowing I’m dating their neighbor,” you heard Donghyuck say, laughing as he spoke. “If they were here right now, I’d suggest we pop in for a visit, but I doubt it. Koeun’s an alcoholic and [First] is obsessed with her books.”

“Are they popular, or something?”

“Incredibly. [First] is a campus favorite, according to Yeona—”

You shoved your airpods in your ears, pressing play on the first song you saw.

The night sky was so pretty during the winter. It was clear and cloudless, a break from the constant snow and clouds that seemed to assault Seoul.

This was, quite possibly, the first time you’d felt comfortable sneaking out. When you skipped school with Donghyuck, you always felt so unsafe, like your mom would show up and scream at you any minute. But, when you were with Renjun, you felt safer than you ever had.

“I wish it was easier to take pictures of the stars,” Renjun sighed, reaching his hand up to the sky. You both laid on a random blanket he managed to unearth from a closet in his house, out in a field near your house. You’d managed to sneak pillows out, too, making a makeshift bed on the open, grassy land. It was calm and quiet, the only noise being whatever you two decided to say.

“Maybe it’s better for it to be difficult. The night sky is best viewed in real life, you know.”

You picked up your phone, checking the time—2:03 am. You had another hour with Renjun until your dad could possibly wake up, and you didn’t want to risk getting caught because your dad decided to do his morning workout an hour early.

“I take a lot of pictures of you,” Renjun began, turning over on his side to look at you. You turned over as well, feeling your heart warm up at the proximity between you. “But you’re best viewed in real life, too.”

“How cheesy,” you giggled, staring at him. Renjun smiled back at you, shuffling closer so he could rest your forehead on yours and wrap his arms around you. It was uncomfortable to lay on his arm—you’re sure it was the same for him—but you would rather have him closer than not.

“I wish I could hang out with just you more,” Renjun sighed, his breath tickling your face. “Everyone’s so much work. You remind me of home.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I’m honored,” you smiled, cupping his face with your hands. “I want to spend more time with you, too.”

“If only exams could come faster,” Renjun said, inching closer to you. “Then, we can spend as much time with each other as we want.”

With that, Renjun did what he had done many, many times before. He pressed a kiss to your nose, and then pulled you into a kiss. Renjun’s kisses were soft and sweet, like kissing a cloud. His chapstick was berry flavored, so you’d grown used to a slight blackberry taste mixed in with mint—it always lingered on your lips afterward.

You liked kissing Renjun. A lot.

But, as fast as it began, it ended, and he suddenly looked a lot more conflicted than he had before. With a furrowed brow and worried eyes, you asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I know we planned to stay out until 3,” he began, removing his arms from you entirely. He sat up, almost in a panic—like you’d slip through his fingers at any second. “But I don’t want you to get into more trouble. Okay? Next time, we can stay out later.”

You sat up, frowning. You should’ve rejected Donghyuck, through and through.

“Okay. We can leave. That’s okay.”

You wondered which of the boys told Renjun where you lived.

If you had to guess, it was probably Jeno. He’d always felt bad—you could tell from the way he looked at you at graduation—but never had the guts to do anything about it; maybe this was him doing something about it.

“You’ve got ten seconds before I slam the door in your face,” you said, mustering the most malicious look you could. It wouldn’t be a lie to say you never let go of Huang Renjun—he’d been your first love. He’d ruined every other date you’d gone on since because nobody would ever manage to be better than him. He was, in many ways, your everything, and with your lack of end, it always felt wrong to move on.

“Please, let’s just talk. Okay? We’re grown up now. We can talk about this rationally.”

“One good reason why?”

“Because I want closure, [First]. That’s all I want.”

It was all you wanted too.

Knowing Koeun was at a party, you stepped to the side, allowing Renjun to enter your dorm albeit hesitantly. He looked around, standing awkwardly as you returned to your seat on the bed, next to your laptop and phone.

You stared as he gently pulled your desk chair away from the desk, positioning it across from you, and sat down. Silence overtook you both, and you figured this was your only chance to have the first word.

“You left me. You didn’t even talk to me, Renjun, you just stopped picking up your phone and answering my texts. Avoided my daily route at school. Everything you could to not see me, you did.”

“You’re right, yes.”

“Not even an I’m choosing you over Donghyuck text. Nothing.”

“And I’m sorry. I was stupid and selfish. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Oh, for sure,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “He forced me out, Renjun. Told people petty lies to look at me in a bad way. Slowly stopped talking to me, but not before constantly shoving how boring I was down my throat all the time. Not before Jaemin told me I was the worst friend he’d ever had. And you just watched.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Renjun finally snapped, his voice nearly cracking. “I didn’t know what to do; I asked Mark for help, but he never responded, and I—I felt so alone. Jeno didn’t know what to do either. Donghyuck was a tyrant, but he’s not anymore. Mark beat his ass when he found out.”

“Seems like you’re still friends, though, and they still have it in them to talk shit about me. What’s your point?”

“What? I didn't know they—that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is…can we just end things here and now? Forget about each other after I say this? I just want to move on.”

“Meaning you want to get rid of your guilt, yes.”

“Whatever you want to call it, I’ll agree. I don’t care. I just want you to know that I really, truly was in love with you, [First],” Renjun said, clenching his fists. “Once upon a time, you were my entire world. My whole life revolved around you, and when Donghyuck led you into that trap—I felt like I’d been lured, too. Every day without seeing you was painful, and I thought things would get better if I tried to forget as Donghyuck phased you out. I never forgot, and things only got harder. I was wrong.”

“So you were.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” Renjun continued, sighing. “Nothing at all. I just needed you to know it was never fake. I was never fake. The only time I’ve truly understood what it was like to love someone was when I was with you. I’d move mountains for you—I still would. Even now.”

You would never say it, but you would too.

“That doesn’t change what happened. So, thanks for letting me know, but never come back here. And let Donghyuck know I’ll spill everything to Yeona if he ever comes back here.”

Renjun stood, understanding you were essentially telling him to get out. “I will.”

“Thanks.” You stood too, approaching the door and opening it. “I’ll see you, maybe.”

“I’ll see you too.”

Renjun stepped out of your room, hesitating as you kept your door open. And, with a surge of idiocy and confidence mixed into some sort of mystery potion, you spoke.

“By the way,” you paused, sucking in a deep breath. “I loved you too.”

thank you for reading!

[bloomingdayswithyou]

MASTERLIST

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Angst: ☁️ | Fluff: 🌸 | Smut: 🔥 | Suggestive: ❤️

NCT

How would dating Jungwoo be like? 🌸

Melodies of the stars (Jeno x idol!male!reader) 🌸

Enchanted Encounter (Jaemin x male!reader) 🌸

A Whole New World (Aladdin!Lucas x Jasmine!male!reader feat. Genie!Jackson) 🌸

Sweet Redemption (Jaemin x m!reader) ☁️🌸

Only You and Me (Jaehyun x m!reader, non!idol au) 🌸

Shadows Of The Heart (Haechan x m!reader) ☁️🌸

Whisper in the Shadows (Chenle x m!reader) 🌸

Shared Love (mark x johnny x m!reader) (poly) 🌸

ATEEZ

How would dating Mingi be like? 🌸

Guiding Light (Hongjoong) ☁️🌸

How would dating Jongho be like? 🌸

ZB1

Echoes of Regret (Gyuvin x f!reader, non!idol au) ☁️

Shattered Dreams (Jiwoong x m!reader) ☁️

Pokémon

A chance encounter in Mossdeep City pt. 1 (Steven Stone) 🌸

Recording a Sextape (Raihan x m!reader) 🔥

Dating Clavell, Hassel, Brassius and Larry headcannons (separated, gn!reader) 🌸

Enchanted Reunion (N x gn!reader) 🌸

Stitches of Love (Gladion x m!reader) 🌸

Haikyuu!!

How would they react to you thinking they’re too big (Kuroo, Daichi) ❤️

Unlikely Bond (Tsukishima x m!reader) 🌸

Bokuto’s Subtle Conffesion (Bokuto x m!reader) 🌸

Clumsy Confession (Lev x gn!reader) 🌸

Obey Me!

How would the brothers flirt with MC (pt. 1) 🌸

How would they flirt with MC (pt. 2) (Simeon, Solomon, Barbatos, Diavolo) 🌸

Beel, Mammon and Lucifer with a transmasc reader 🌸

Starlit Night (Diavolo) 🌸

Ink and Despair (Lucifer) 🌸

Jujutsu Kaisen

How would they react to (unintentional) suggestive actions (Gojo, Toji) ❤️

You’re safe, that’s all that matters (Gojo) ☁️🌸

My Hero Academia

Dating Midoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki headcannons 🌸

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Bruno and Giorno with hijabi friend headcannons (platonic) 🌸

Shadows of the Past (Giorno x gn!reader) 🌸

Morning routine with Giorno and Abbacchio (poly x gn!reader) 🌸

Arcana Twilight

Cozy Moments: Alpheratz and Sirius 🌸

Love & Deepspace

Birthday Celebration for his S/O (Wayne, Xavier and Rafayel x gn!reader) 🌸

Pillow Fight with Rafayel (x gn!reader) 🌸

Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

Prince Soma x reader headcannons (gn!reader) 🌸