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Unexpected • Lee Taeyong (1)

(I did not give the boyfriend a name, not worth it haha.)

Autumn is just beautiful, watching the trees turn orange and how the floor was often full of their leaves was the most pretty and annoying thing for you. You love the cold breeze hitting your face, love the taste of coffee on your tongue, and love walking peacefully with your boyfriend talking about how your day has gone before going to the next class in half an hour. "I may be getting a good job as a music teacher. My piano teacher has been recommending me to a lot of people and after winning that competition last summer I've been getting a lot of emails. Also, a company contacted me, and they are interested in the songs I've written." You explain with enthusiasm, while he observed you with that smile of his.

"My little future Beethoven. Everybody wants you. But not as much as I do." He gets closer to kiss your forehead sweetly, but your thoughts are somewhere else, keeping you to react to his sweetness.

"There's even an offer abroad. Can you believe that?"

His smile turn softly to a straight line while he looks at you in disbelief. He wanted to smile for you, but he can't fake a smile. "Are you really considering that one?"

"It's on the states, but it's the best offer I've ever gotten."

"You really are, wow." He steps backward and laughs ironically. "I mean so little to you that you take that decision without even consulting it with me?" And your mouth fells open at how mad he was getting by the second. You were expecting to see him happy for you, after all it was an offer that you couldn't turn down.

"You don't have to get mad about this," you say sweetly so he would calm down, but he was looking somewhere else with a frown, which was starting to make you mad as well. "I have time to think about until graduation but I won't be turning that one down just because you want me to."

"How can you be so selfish?" And with that your sweet side disappear in the thin air. He was really saying that to you as if he wasn't thinking about his own words and you think it's useless to talk to him right now because he was getting madder.

"I have classes right now."

"Your class starts in 25 minutes."

"Well, I left a piano in the dance room, and the teacher needs it." That's wasn't a lie. So you take your leave trying to brush your boyfriend off your mind, but you were still thinking about the conversation you just had. "Calling me selfish when he was being selfish too, who does he even think he is? He's not my father, is the freaking crazy." You ramble while walking obviously mad to the practice room hating the fact that you left it there this morning. Why did you agree to play piano on the ballet presentation one week away? Yes, it was going to make everything more beautiful, but now you had more things to do.

You find Ten on the way and stop ranting to approach him without saying anything. You hold his wrist and continue walking, deciding by yourself that he was going to help you to move the keyboard from one side of campus to the other. "Why are you so mad today? Are you going to kill me?" He asks with that smile you loved and hated, he smiles way too much. A beautiful smile like that should be totally illegal.

"I hate men,"

"Are you becoming lesbian now?"

"No, women judge way too much. I hate them as well." You end up saying and laugh because of the conversation.

"Where are you taking me? Our class is the other way."

"Just help me move the keyboard, I will pay you back with fruit."

"But I hate fruits,"

"I know,"

"If you give me fruits I will throw it at you. But I'll accept tea." You like him as a friend. You've always wondered why you both weren't actually closer since he was a sweet and nice person to be around. But you had two different lives, so you just were glad that you both had a lot of classes in common, and that was enough for you. He made classes shorter by sitting with you, and you were thankful. Shortly, you both arrive at the building, and from that distance, you could hear the loud music playing in the dance room. The closer you got, the louder it was. The door was partially open, so you carefully approach the door to spy on whoever was dancing inside.

Inside the dance, room was a guy moving his body to the rhythm of the music. You never had the talent to dance that upbeat kind of music, leaving classical music as your cup of tea, but doesn't change the fact that you wish you could dance the way he can. Ten behind you peeks for a second as well and then taps your shoulder to get your attention. "Y/n, we need to go." Reminding you that your walk back was not short. Sadness covers your eyes since you wanted to see the end of the choreography, even if it was only the guy's back you were seeing. but you know he's right. Your eyes travel to Ten, who just shrugs at you. Suddenly the music stops.

His familiar face was turned to your direction, glancing at you with nothing more than a frown. "Who gave you the right to spy me?" His voice sends shivers down your spine because of how pissed he was of being spied.

"I wasn't," you step inside and your index finger points to your piano in a corner, his eyes follow your finger and then he looks again at you.

"Take it quick and leave, you're wasting my time." You avoid his gaze since it was a little intimidating sometimes. You've been used to seeing that guy for... As long as you can remember. For some strange reason, your paths are the same. Same high school, and weirdly, same art school. But you've never heard his voice until now, you've never had the chance to have a conversation, and you never wanted to. He's always had the bad boy aura, and you wanted nothing to do with it. He's always been the pretty bad boy that you made sure not to cross paths with, even though it was impossible

You know he never noticed you before, and hat even when he was a bad boy you had nothing to worry about because your social life was completely different. Until now that his scary gaze was following you around the room, watching your every move and that makes you uneasy. For a reason, they named him the scary pretty guy back on your school days. "Are you going to be here all day?" Ten asks Taeyong casually, you forgot they were friends for a moment there, but it was luck to you, since for that reason he stopped looking at you.

"Almost, we'll be waiting for you. Jaehyun and Johnny are on their way here right now, Mark went out a couple minutes ago."

"I have piano classes right now and then I will be free," he picks up your keyboard while you silently take the stand and make your way out of the room, glad that Ten distracted Taeyong. "See you in two hours." You hear him say, followed by him leaving the room behind you. You felt you could finally breathe, surprised that as soon as he stare at you, your breathing stop. He was breathtakingly handsome, but that was not the reason why you felt like that. Was the bad boy aura he has. "He just hates people seeing his choreographies when is not finished." Ten explain to you due to the silence that you hold.

"I don't care," you don't.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

8:23 pm says your phone when a text message pops up. You gasp in shock, realizing that you had been there longer than expected. It was normal for you to lose track of time when you were composing, but this time the hours really went by quicker than expected. You parted ways with Ten at five when your class ended, by staying in the piano classroom and played until the message from your boyfriend brought you back to reality. You slowly pick up your stuff, throwing your phone inside your bag not wanting to even read his text. But as soon as you step out of the building, your phone starts to vibrate, letting you know you had a call.

Annoyed, you look for your phone on your bag to see him calling you. "Yes?"

"I'm in the parking lot, let me take you home." His normal sweet voice appears on the other side, you roll your eyes in response as if he could see you. You just stayed silent on the entrance looking at your feet. "Or at least let's talk. I can't stand the fact of falling asleep while being mad at each other." Not standing the silence anymore. "Please."

"Sure, see you in a bit." The walk to the parking lot was the shortest walk you've ever had on the campus, you did not want to talk about anything right now because you were starting to see the real him. The not very supportive one, the one that may hold you back on a future. That may be the real one, and you were not ready to actually meet him. But you have to. His figure is against his car in the parking lot where there were only two cars, his and another way a few lots to the right. His eyes were on you the whole walk to his car, and you dont know what to feel about it. "Look, I thought about it,"

"Are you staying?"

" I—” you stop talking realizing you were about to raise your voice after that, and take a deep breath. "I will not make that decision right now, but I want you to be on my side and understand me instead of being against me. This is my future we're talking about in here.” you express your feeling, glad that he was listening to you in silence. " Do you understand?"

"But you can have a nice future, what is the matter with staying here?" He does not understand

"I do not know what I will do," you argue. "I just want you to be on my side not matter what decision I make."

"You will stay here with me." He says, as it was so easy, but the way he says it just bothered you. The demanding tone gets on your nerves.

"Stop saying it like that, you don't get to choose what I will do. This is my life."

"Oh, I see. You want to break up with me and fuck every single dude you see, like you went to fuck that guy instead of actually going to class?"

"What are you ta—"

"You thought I didn't see you leaving me alone to go for a guy? And you were still here when is not usual for you to be here? I went to your apartment and your roommate told me you were here. What were you doing?" Your expression shifts to one of disbelief and hurt.

"I can't believe you think I would do something like that to you," saying it was harder than thinking about it. A single tear rolls down your cheek, one that you quickly swipe away. "If you think like that, we have to break up. I'm leaving, and do not fucking call me ever again." You spit, then turn around to walk away containing the tears from falling. You do not want to cry near than man to show how weak you were. Obviously, you are weaker than he is.

You just feel the pain on your wrist and how harshly you are turned around to face him, "That hurts!" You whine, not being able to avoid the look he has. You've never seen his so mad, before, even less looking at you. The feeling of not being able to do anything was frustrating as he held your other wrist too. "Let me go, what are you doing?"

"So I'm right? How many guys have you fucked?"

"Let me fucking go!"

"You forgot you were only mine?"

"Fuck you!" You do not know where the strength to say to that man that had you under his control came out from, neither how by instinct your knee fly between his legs and make him let you go without wanting. Your breathing is audible, and you tell yourself to run away but you could not move at all. In shock, you stare at how he falls on the floor and stays there for a minute. Why could you not move? Why you have to stay there when you could run away and disappear somewhere he could not find you? Why do you wait until he stands up again and without thinking slaps your face so hard you fall on the floor? By then, Isn't it too late? Where did the strong Y/n escape to? He walks again to you, so you look for something around you that you could hit him with, but there's nothing. You close your eyes hard, waiting for whatever he is going to do to you, until the sound of a strong punch makes an appearance, and then you see from the corner of your eye how the man ready to hit you is on the floor holding his face with closed eyes. "Taeyong?" You ask yourself, seeing the familiar clothes you saw in the practice room earlier on the day.

You thought you had seen the scariest look on him, but that was not true. Now you could see what he really looks like when he is mad. Meanwhile, he's punching your now ex-boyfriend like his life depended on it. It was not the fact that he was hitting the man you can't say you don't love anymore, but the fact that you hated violence. Throwing punches in a reckless way like a person body was the easiest thing to hurt. "S—stop!" You voice comes out, but you know there was no way that with the sound of punches he heard you. You crawl to where they are and grab Taeyong's hand so he would stop.

He does and stands up so quickly that you barely could see him running to his car, grabbing something and coming out again. Your ex stands up, and follows him until you see him stop abruptly. That clicking sound just sends panic all over your body. "Do not fucking touch her ever again."

"Man, put that down," he says, giving a few steps backward.

"Taeyong, stop that!"

"I will make sure you don't fucking touch her from now on, if you look at her, if you get near her, even if you fucking think of her I will make sure is the last time you ever do." He spits the words out with some much hatred in his voice that you even lost yours. Your mouth moves like it screaming but you can't hear yourself.

From there, you start seeing how everything goes down on slow motion. How you lose sight of what was going on for a second while Ten sees your state and hugs you. Your tears rolling down in desperation wanting everything to just stop. You see how Jaehyun, Johnny, and Mark appear in the scene trying to calm Taeyong, while your ex gets in his car and leaves without even looking at you once. Mark slowly takes the gun, that God knows why he has it on his car, while Johnny holds Taeyong and says things you can't hear nor see, you just glare over Ten's shoulder and let all the tears come out. Your arms hug him when you see that nothing bad really happened besides the bastard having a black eye and bruises on his face. "It's alright," your sense of hearing lets you hear Ten murmuring it to you while your big sobs become little.

Your eyes go to the man that stares at your crying self on the floor. That anger and hatred disappeared out of the blue, now there was an expression that you could not recognize as he took a few slow steps. Your hands softly push Ten away from you, and as a mechanism of defense you back away. "Do not touch me!" You demand at the man that wanted to get near you and check if you were fine. Taeyong just wanted to ignore your words and get near, but your tears and your shaking hand made him stand still.

"I can explain,"

"Y—you don't need to explain anything to me, I don't want to know," you stand up with a great amount of effort since your legs were shaking the same way your whole body was. You forget about your bag, you just wanted to lock yourself on your apartment and forget it all happened. As if it was possible. You knew all the boys you've crossed paths a few times before where looking at your weak figure trying to walk away, and it was the most heartbreaking thing they have seen. Taeyong notices your bag on the floor, but before he could pick it up Ten does. "You've done enough, I will give it to her and take her home."

Mark gets closer to him before the others and places a hand on his shoulder when your figure besides Ten's disappears from their sight. "Let's go,"

Taeyong takes his hand off of his shoulder softly. "Please don't touch me," calmly says before starting to walk to his car.

(Any mistakes I didn't see, please let me know so I can change it. Thank you!)

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NCT - Him saying something hurtful to you and you get hurt afterward (2)

NCT Dream

Requested

RENJUN

"So, how do you say this?" he asked you again, and your mind went blank. You begged Renjun to teach you Chinese a while ago, but you had a tiny problem. For some reason, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't understand. Being a foreigner learning Korean better but actually wanting to learn at least some basic Chinese was harder than expected. To the point where Renjun was getting frustrated. "You don't pay attention or something? Y/N, I've tried for months to teach you but you don't get anything. Are you dumb or something? Aish! I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm done." He stood up from the floor and went to the kitchen while Jisung just sat there looking at his Hyung, wondering why he exploded like that. His eyes went from the back of Renjun to you, who was still sitting on the floor but with eyes getting watery while you gathered all of your stuff slowly. Were you holding back your tears? He saw how you stood up and without saying anything, you left the dorm, but he couldn't forget the cast that you had taken off a day before, could you really stand up and leave quickly like that? "Hyung, " Jisung stood up from the couch he was on and went to the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Hm… she just left." He said, somewhat nervous just in case Renjun wanted him to stop you.

"Without saying anything? What's gotten over her?"

"Hyung, you kind of… not kind of, you actually called her dumb. She seemed sad then she stood up and then left." Realization hits Renjun at that moment and remembered that the way he said you were dumb was hurtful. It was hard for you to learn Chinese when you weren't perfectly good at Korean either. He immediately left what he was doing at the kitchen to run after you.

His heart breaks at the sight of you right outside of the dorm door on the floor knowing that you didn't have to leave so quickly and tried to run when you actually couldn't.

"Y/N," his voice seemed sad as he crouched beside your crying figure. "Baby, let me help you up. You know your leg is not healed completely for you to be so harsh on it." His hand sweetly caressed your head.

"I'm just really dumb," you said, not lifting your eyes from your leg.

"No, you're not sweetie. The dumb here is me for even saying that to you. I'm really sorry." He carefully delivered his words making sure you can understand every word.

"You are dumb," for the first time you looked at his eyes ever since you fell on the floor.

"Forgive me?"

"I will think about it."

"Hot chocolate for my princess?"

"Sure."

JENO

He was going through something, but you didn't know what to do about that. All you wanted to do was help him overcome whatever he was going through, and instead, you were sitting in front of him drinking your ice coffee while staring at him and how he was looking outside with a straight face. No exchange of words, no exchange of looks, no eye smile he always has on no matter what. You were just there in silence thinking why he planned this date a week ago when he was just going to ignore you. "Can I ask what is going on inside your head?" You asked when you couldn't entertain yourself with your coffee since it was over.

"No, "

"Will, you ever tell me?"

"I don't think so, " he answered.

"You don't trust me?" You wondered, looking at him waiting for him to tell you, yes, instead he remained quiet and full of thought. That silence put pressure against your heart. Does that mean he doesn't trust you at all? After a year into the relationship? You got full of thought and just looked at his side face for a minute. His silence answered your question. And your heart broke. "I thought we were on the same page here but apparently we are not." A tear was begging to appear but you contained it by looking at the ceiling.

You were a sensitive girl you had to admit, but that occasion was just so painful for you for two reasons. Jeno didn't trust you, and when you stood up to leave you ended up crashing with a waiter that had a tray of hot coffee that found its way to fall on you. I repeat, hot coffees. You yell in pain when your chest and stomach started to burn in a way that you just broke down right there. The Jeno situation plus this was enough for you to let it all out.

Jeno looked at you as soon as you stood up and wanted to stop you but when the boy crashed onto you, he just didn't know what to say or do. "Babe, I—” he started to say but you already left the coffee shop and he wanted to punch himself for that. The truth was that he was jealous of Jaemin because ever since you met Jeno there has been this bond between Jaemin and you, like sister and brother, no feelings involved. And you have gotten mad about it because you felt like he didn't trust you enough when you said you were friends.

That's why it hurt your feelings when he didn't answer. You thought that was left in the past, you thought he had grown out of it. You were wrong.

Obviously, he ran after you, thinking about taking you to the hospital but you ignored him completely. You wanted to go home and nowhere else, and not being near him. " Where are you going?"

"Home, can't you see." You said, trying to stop crying even thought your chest and stomach were in pain.

"We should go to the hospital."

"My mom will treat me this," you said and continued to ignore him until you got home and left him behind. He called you that night, and the night before not being able to see you due to busy schedule, or so he said. Three days later he was on your bedroom door, with no eye smile.

"Can we talk?" Your eyes stared at his figure on your door, wanting to say yes but not wanting to open your mouth at all. "I was… jealous of Jaemin again. I saw he texted you when you went to look for our coffee and couldn't help but to feel jealous. I couldn't tell you because you were going to get mad at me again but I just can't hide my feelings and I'm sorry.” he said while you listened, getting upset about the " Jaemin" thing again.

"So… either way you don't trust me. I understand—" he cut you off mid-sentence, seeing Jeno get m frustrated for the first time in your life. "No, I do trust you! But even though he is one of my best friends I can't help but feel like he will steal you away from me. He could if he wanted, and that's scary." Instead of being mad at him, that disappeared and you felt sad.

"Babe… he will never.”

" I'm sorry.”

"Say sorry by asking my mom for that cream she put on me for the burn that practically was your fault.” you laughed a little so he could stop being so tense. Guess that was not going to happen, because the other concern was your stomach. It really got burned. Anyone could see the mark it was about to leave.

DONGHYUCK

You were getting pissed. You couldn't control it. He was joking trying to bother you so much today that your patience was running out. He knew you were hard to tease, and he decided that today was the day that he was going to tease you for the first time and do anything that would get you annoyed. At first, it was all fun, but it was getting to a point that you just wanted to run away after punching him in his extremely handsome face. "DONGHYUK, JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY." he was startled by you suddenly screaming his name instead of Baby, and then smiled because he got what he wanted. "are you mad?" He asked you. "I came to spend the day with you and you've been bothering me all day and joking around, can't you be a little more mature?" You lowered your voice but still raised your voice to let out all the frustration you had been locking up the whole day. His face was not playful anymore, in fact, he was getting a little mad as well

"Can't you fucking be a little less boring? When we got together I understood you were more of a serious girl but you're just boring."

"Sure, whatever." You said, totally hiding the fact that he saying you were boring was not hurtful at all. "There's no point in being together don't you think? I will just be annoying you by how boring I am, let's you leave this right here." You said, starting to look for the few things you had outside of your bad like your keys, phone, and wallet.

He stood behind you watching what you were doing not getting in his head that you were getting ready to leave on the only day you had to see each other for more than an hour. "That's not what I meant." Until he saw you grabbing your bag and walking straight to the door and started panicking.

"No, that's what you meant. I'm not stupid, I heard you." In a flash you opened the door and closed it, ignoring him calling out your name. You just continued walking through the people, not caring about him not being behind you or anything. You still had in your mind that there was no point to be with someone that you will never make happy no matter what. Or at least for a couple of minutes. Until you remembered how he said that you were boring. "I am really that boring?" You asked your self, completely lost in thought until you heard people yelling at someone to get out of the way. And realizing that that person was you but not being able to do anything because it was already too late was the worst part. Hopefully, the person driving the car stopped before he could hit you in a way that you would just have died. Instead, it touched you. You fell to the ground anyway and felt pain on your right leg. The lady got out of the car immediately and ran to you say how sorry she was and you almost could see her eyes getting full of tears. "It was my fault, I didn't pay attention to where I was going. I'm sorry."

Haechan was going to run after you but he got the most unnecessary call from his manager that he ended up hanging up, but when he got out of the dorm there was no sign of you. How he was so stupid to answer that call at that moment. He just started running in a direction while calling you to your phone to find out where you were. Did you just break up with him? Was it over for you two already? No way. He regretted his words because you weren't boring at all, but there was no way to tell you that since he lost you. A few minutes after his heart stopped when he heard people screaming at someone to stop or to be careful. He wished that person it wasn't you. But he heard your voice screaming for a few seconds due to pain. There was a mini crowd of people in the sidewalk in which he pushed around until he saw you being carried by two men that were helping a lady getting you inside her car. His heart broke when he saw a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Y/N!" You heard him and couldn't help but to roll your eyes while you were being placed inside the car "I'm her boyfriend can I go with you?" He said to the lady totally desperate, and the lady felt pity for him so she said yes and he sat beside you in the backs it without touching your leg. You avoided his eyes at all cost but you knew he was glancing at you with the puppy eyes you loved and hated at the same time. "You're not boring, " he broke the silence. "Whatever, " still avoiding his eyes. "Stop looking at me, "

"No, you're gorgeous."

"I hate you, "

"And I love you so forgive me, "

"Whatever, " you said but finally looked at him and laughed a little, seeing him feeling relieved.

JAEMIN

"Can't understand how you got to debut." His voice was audible as soon as the music on your phone stopped. You turn around to see him standing on the door arms crossed, and you can't help but look somewhere else to hide the fact that those words were actually hurtful. But you couldn't show him that to him, right? "Look who's talking," you didn't know where the strength to respond back came from. "There were actually a lot of other girls that could have debuted in your place, guess they wasted the spot completely." You laugh ironically, knowing that it was true. You spent hours and hours practicing you singing and dancing because you knew you were there for your looks. But looks don't give you talent. No matter how beautiful you are, you have to work hard to get the skills you lack, and that's what you were doing for longer than your schedule had planned for you. In that case, hearing say something you already knew was hurtful, and more when you knew what he was doing there. "It's enough, Jaemin."

"Don't like the truth?"

"Stop,"

"Can't hear fac—"

"Just because you're in love with me and we cant be with each other doesn't mean you have hurtful towards me. You're not the only one that got a broken heart so please leave so I can fucking practice." And without another word you olay the song again and start to practice harder. Three hours later, you let yourself fall on the floor panting hard, feeling how every single muscle from your body was hard to move. You couldn't. The tiredness was extreme, and you couldn't remember if you had taken water while sweating for all that time. Did you have lunch? You can't remember. Your eyes were barely able to look at the ceiling due to the lights hurting your eyes. And slowly your eyes get closed until you lost consciousness of your surroundings.

He couldn't really focus on the recording they were doing, his mind only was thinking about you and how he really got over the line while trying to push you away and forget about how much he liked you. As soon as he finished, he went back to the dance room where he saw you lying on the floor with your eyes closed, and panicked washed all of his face. He quickly threw himself on the floor beside you and held your face while calling your name softly. For his luck, they opened. But they looked so tired that he regretted more than ever saying that before.

"Are you okay? Did you faint? I'm sorry. For what I said, this is just difficult for me. I can't control my words lately and… "

"Everything was dizzy," you ignored the other things he said after you promised yourself not to talk about what you two went through a little while ago. " I was really dizzy. So I laid down and next thing I know you're grabbing my face like this." He noticed he was holding your face with both hands, but doesn't think about taking them away. He did not want to.

"Do you want something? Anything I can get from you?" He was nervous to see you so worn out. after all. He liked you.

"Just call my manager, tell her to please take me home. Even though I'm not supposed to be here right now."

"Anything else?" He nods and shifts his eyes all over your face, remembering why he loved it so much.

"And stop talking with me… we can't be doing this and you know it."

"I know,"

CHENLE

Your eyes were fixed on the broken piece on the floor, not believe what happened. You didn't want to stumble and end up breaking something that looked so expensive. It was a simple vase, but it looked like it was worth more than your entire life and you wanted nothing more than disappear in the thin air. As soon as Chenle heard the loud sound of glass breaking, he ran outside his house. You were supposed to just go for a glass of water, nothing else. Your heart was beating fast, and tears started to roll down your cheeks and when you saw Chenle with his mouth wide open. "I'm sorry It was not my intention to break this I—”

" What did you just do?" He yelled at your figure crouched on the floor.

“I—it was no—” you wanted to say in between sobs, but he was not listening to you. All he could hear was his parents scolding him for breaking that.

"You just went for water, you can't even do that right?” his words echoed inside your head, and it just felt like a vivid Deja Vu. It wasn't, but the words were similar to your parents telling you that all the time. You had found comfort when Chenle appeared in your life as the first person that was proud of you for anything that you had put your effort into. And then he left you alone like your parents have done your entire life. The tears didn't stop falling even if you tried to calm yourself down. You opted for at least pile all the pieces of glasses together while thinking about looking for broom at least. But you didn't know if he wanted you to throw it away or leave there. Either way, you piled them. "Ah, ” you whined when you felt a piece of glass piercing your hand. " everyone is right, I can't do anything right.” you decided to ignore it and finish to pile it up until you see that the cut in your hand was bleeding more than normal. In the end, it wasn't that deep, but it was bleeding a lot. You thanked God that the floor was not covered by a carpet, because it was dripping. "Aish, " you said a little bit loud for your liking and tried to cover your hand from dripping more with your other hand while ran you went to the bathroom. Chenle was looking for a broom to clean the mess you did while frowning and thinking what his parents were going to do and pissed with you for causing him trouble, obviously until he saw the blood on the floor, and knowing that it wasn't his he panicked.

There was something that worried him more than his parents taking off all his privileges and scolding him, and it was seeing you hurt and crying in the bathroom. He saw how you had your hand close to your eyes so you could see if there was a piece of glass, and then putting pressure on it so It could stop bleeding. The anger was forgotten at that point, and then he regretted yelling at you. Just seeing you so broken was enough to do that. He silently walked to you and carefully grabbed your wrist to take a look at the cut.

He pulled you to the toilet and sat you there while looking everywhere in the bathroom for the first aid kit. He crouched in front of you and with a cotton he started to clean your wound as carefully as he could, and from time to his eyes went to your face. Your look was lowered, and the almost dry tears were visible to him.

You wanted to speak but knew that saying sorry was not fixing the expensive vase. "It's okay, ” he said sweetly. " my parents have enough money to buy 10 of the same vase. They should just do that." He tried to joke, but your expression was the same. You felt sorry and there was anything that could be done. you couldn't pay it back. "Look at me, " he ordered, still sweet. You did so. "It's okay, "

"Your words said a different thing earlier."

"But they were not true, I was shocked."

"I'm sorry." You felt your tears watering again.

"Give me a kiss and it will be good, okay?" You smiled at his cheesiness.

JISUNG

"Leave me alone, Jisung." You said as you walked quickly through the hall with your books in hand. You were going to be late for your other class since someone wanted to pester you and finding a reason to stand in your way. You couldn't say be was bullying you, he just liked to bother you and make you pissed for no reason, and you hated him for that. Even though he was the cutest boy you've ever met. At some point, you thought he liked you the same way you liked him, you how they say that if a boy bothers you it means that he likes you. He bothered you but made clear he would like anyone but you. It was hurtful at first, but you got over that. "Why should I?

" Gosh, you need me at school if not you would have nothing else to do, right?" You stopped abruptly and he did the same, following you with a cheeky smile. "Don't flatter yourself, Y/N. You could disappear and no one will notice. Or at least I wouldn't." Your heart skipped a beat, and not for a good reason. You have thought that before, but hearing a person actually saying that to you struck your heart so suddenly that all you could do was look somewhere else and continue walking.

Next day you didn't show up at school, and his lie fell right down on him. When he walked through the hallway and didn't see your figure in your locker, he frowned and asked himself why you weren't there. He knew you had math first period and walked past the classroom but didn't see you there. And for some reason, he started to worry.

At recess, he saw your group of friends at their table and decided to go and ask. "Excuse me, I'm sorry for interrupting but do you know where's Y/N?" They all looked at each other with a worried look, remembering why you were at school today.

"She's in the hospital."

His world crashed down. Or at least that's what he felt. "Why?"

"We don't know yet, her mother just told us that."

After that, he was anxious all day. The hours were slow, each period seeming longer than they have ever been, and when the last class ended, his body jumped from his seat and the first person to leave school was him.

You opened your eyes to see the doctor beside you writing something while speaking to your mom at the same time. "She must wake up anytime so— oh, look who's awake."

"Sweetie, my love, " your mom called your name. "What have I told you about skipping meals? You should eat more, and sleep more, and do what humans beings need to survive

"I forget, " you said as you could, and smiled when your mom kissed your forehead. The doctor helped you sit down on the bed and gave you a glass of water.

"Also, why you never told me you had a boyfriend? I thought you trusted me."

"I don't have one, mom."

"Then who's the nervous boy sitting outside? He's genuinely worried about you." You got more confused as she was talking. What boy? "I will let him in, he's really cute. You would look good together." She started to go to the door, told the boy to enter and just left. "Who is the mother here, her or is it me?" You were saying until his face appeared in sight. "Wh—what are you doing here?"

"You weren't at school." He seemed hesitant. He was standing in the door and didn't know what to do or say. Until he finally got the courage to walk slowly to you, who was still confused." How are you feeling?"

"What do you want, Jisung? Weren't you the one that told me that if I disappear you wouldn't even notice?"

"Don't disappear." He said to the speed of light, so fast that you were shocked. "Never."

"Do you need someone to bother so bad? Get a girlfriend, you're already annoying anyway."

"It's true. I would bother you if you were my girlfriend anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"That I like you. And that somebody needs to check that you are eating well all the time." You've never hard him be this straight forward for all your high school years. He bothered you, and most off the time it was silently. Now that he was saying that to you, you didn't know what to do more than just stare at his eyes, figuring out if it was a joke. But he would travel from school to here just for a simple stupid joke. "I know I've gotten you to hate me all these years but it's because I never had the nerves to tell you that. But you had to get me all anxious and worried for me to actually tell you. And I realized that I have try my best to win your heart."

"It will not be that hard, actually." You murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's see what happens."

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hi!~ i have a request.. can you make fluff and little bit of smut for goodboy Mark Lee and badgirl reader where he just fall in love with the daring girl ;) geez idk if this is the correct way to request hehe

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@thekpopper2001 im sorry i took so long. I literally wrote this like 6 times and it got deleted. Is not as good as the first one i wrote but I hope you like it anyway 😊.

Chenle introduces you to NCT Dream

"Where are you taking me?" You ask as soon as you notice the route he is going. And it is not the way to go and get coffee and cookies. "This is exactly how kids get abducted. You offer them candy and that's it. Can you let go of my hand?" You say, and take his hand off of your wrist and stop walking. He stops as well and turns around to see you with a smile that was noticeable even when he have a mask on.

"You will get your coffee and cookies," he grabs your wrist again and continues walking for five more minutes until he stops in front of a apartment building. Your thoughts run around every possible explanation to where you could be, and figured it out.

"Is this your dorm?" He nods and walks in, but you don't. He was going to ask until your scared expression caught him off guard. "I can't... I can't meet them right." You say nervously.

"They are the friendliest people you will ever meet in this world, I promise. Besides, I'm sure they will love you more than I do. And that's a lot to say." He tells you with a reassuring smile. You nod slowly, not really sure if you still wanted to do it. But he would never let you run away. So you followed him to the elevator. Your mind starts to think why you were so nervous of meeting new people, and it was that you are afraid of them making fun of you for being from another place. Your Korean was good, but you were used to being made fun of for not understanding, for misspellings or being left behind in a conversation. It was nothing to be made fun of, but people at school needed someone to bother, and you grew quiet.

Chenle was the only person that actually has heard you speak for a whole minute without stopping, and you didn't know what to expect.

Chenle stares at you in the elevator wit concern. He remembers that you said how you weren't being bullied anymore, but by your reaction, it was obvious that it was a lie you told him. He wanted his friend to meet you because you were an important friend just like them, his best friend, and he wanted you to feel comfortable with them as well. Or else he was ready to fight anyone for you.

Renjun is the first one to notices you walking in since the others had their eyes plastered on the video game they were playing on the TV. They all were waiting for you since Chenle annouced it an hour earlier and he was curious at what kind of girl you were going to be. "I'm Renjun, hope has told you about me, because I feel like I know you with all the things he has said." You smile nervously as you bow softly at him. "Don't you talk? You can talk to us, don't worry."

And with that said, you felt like you could say hello and my name is with no problem. He loved your smile.

Jeno was admiring your profile from the couch while Renjun spoke to you. His eye smile was gone for a second until your eyes fell on him. "You can sit down," his smile was so comforting to you, and you did so. Chenle told them about how shy you are when you met new people and that they had to nor shower you with hard questions so he decided to just ask simple ones. "So, where are you from exactly?" You answered slowly, and he didn't care. He loved your voice.

Donghyuck found out that there was a person in this world that would be the first to laugh to every joke he does. Even when they were not that funny, and to be honest he wanted you to feel more comfortable around them by making you laugh no matter what. At the end it didn't matter how shy you were, making you laugh was the best way to take that away. He really loved your laugh.

Jaemin thought that you were actually prettiee than what Chenle had said, and just as shy and he told. He realized how slowly you talked while trying to say every single word right. He wanted you to feel more confident when you spoke his language so the one to help you the most was him. He also tried speaking English and you loved that. He loved that there was someone that could teach him English well. Something Mark never did.

Jisung didn't think there was someone as more shy than him, and when he met you he understood how you felt perfectly. For that reason, he tried to forget his shyness for you and actually spoke to you. Finding out that there was someone similar to him and Chenle. He was jealous that you would steal Chenle away but when he met you it was totally different. He loved how silly you were, how you seemed the female version of himself.

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Try Again • Jung Jaehyun

I wrote this listening to Try again so if you want to read it and listen to it as well, do that.

Summary: Forgetting a special part of your life wasn't hurtful until you notice that everything around you was about him.

You couldn't remember how everything went down, nor what you were doing at the moment, and the worst, you couldn't remember a lot about your life. The doctor said you were going to be alright after the accident you were told you were in. He said that your wounds weren't severe aside from the memory loss. He also said it was only temporary, but after three months you still wondered where they were. You were never getting back the memories you lost, and it wasn't frustrating for you since you just focused on getting better.

You lived alone in a studio in the middle of the city, but after the accident, your parents took you in for recovery. "Can I go back to my apartment?” you asked your parents, even though you were already an adult. " I'm not getting my memories back but physically I'm fine. Besides, it's better if I return to do my job."

"But please call me to let us know that you are okay." Your mom looks at up and down with a worried look but gives in at the thought that you were anxious being trapped inside the house for three months.

"I will," you reassure her, the next thing you know you are in front of the building where you live. You were told you live on the last floor and that the view from your studio is to die for, and your parents weren't wrong. The first thing that is noticeable is the big window that covered almost the whole wall. There was no door that divided your room, there was a half wall that separated your room from the living room and you couldn't be mad about that. It is a beautiful and simple apartment. You leave your bag on the couch and walked around watching at every piece of furniture you owned, and thinking how a person can forget about something like that. The place is unknown for you and it is yours. You decorated this apartment the way you wanted, you could see that it is your taste. A sky blue and white decoration was just your taste. You walked through the kitchen, found where the bathroom was, appreciated every painting that apparently you did as all well until you find your way to the bedroom. There it also a big window that captivates you first until something else does it. Your eyes travel from the window to the wall behind your bed.

You don't know what to do when your eyes meet his through the distance of time. There were the same pair of eyes everywhere, photographs of the same guy doing different this such as staring at the camera through the mirror, or him just reading a book with the most beautiful smile you've seen in your entire life. For you it looks like a project you could have been working on, but at the same time, you wondered who the guy on your wall was and if that's what it really was. You get on top of your bed and walk closer to where all the photos are and analize what he was doing in every single photo.

How his smile could easily light of a whole room.

How he look so peaceful while he laid on his side on the bed and smiled.

How his eyes would glisten.

And realization stuck you when you feel tears rolling softly down your cheeks without you noticing a moment earlier. Who is this boy? How could you forget him?

During three moments you never thought that there was something special that you had forgotten, and the fact that your mother never mentioned you, anyone, that you might have loved. Never mentioned a name, it never slipped. And that fact makes that you discard that thought. It has to be a project, but why your tears are still falling? Why you feel your heart shrinking by the minute? You let yourself fall on your knees on top of your bed while you closed your eyes and cried.

The urge of crying was so strong that you had to let it go and cry without knowing why. Why you forgot everything about him?

Why there wasn't a name or a number that you could call? Would your mom tell you something about him?

For an hour you set there, your arms around your kneed while you stare at the photos emotionless. Would there be a way that he suddenly knocks on your door? "Of course not," your voice echoes in your room, reminding you how lonely you are, and how peaceful it was. You take a deep breath and take your phone that was beside you and decide to call your mom. After an hour of infinite thinking. "Who is he?" You ask as soon as she picks up the phone. "And why I can't remember him?"

"Honey,"

"Why is there a boy fulfilling a whole wall in my room and you never told me about him the last three months?"

"He's your ex-boyfriend, love."

"But, why can't I remember him?"

"You suffered a lot when you broke up. There's a chance that the most painful moment was erased, and it's better if you keep it that way, " the most painful moment of your life? You stare at photos again and just hang up. Was he important in your life? Or did he really hurt you badly?

Days pass by where you just wake up, drink coffee on the table beside the big window and appreciate the view in silence. Where you also tried to learn more about how your job was and get on track again. You realize that you got out of your parent's house so you trap yourself in your own studio. But you couldn't do that just yet.

You were learning more about your job by going through the files on your laptop of landscape photos you've taken, or different photoshoots of different people. But there's a field that captivates your attention fully, its name was different from the others.

It was actually the name of someone, could it be him? "Jaehyun..." You say while you click it and lets all the photos load. There are videos of him just doing really nothing. Stare at the camera, laughing with a laugh that rings on your ears as if it was a beautiful song, walking on a park, and more. "Where we went wrong?" You ask yourself, observing how happy he was while being with you. You softly close your laptop and look outside for a few minutes until you decide that it is time to go out, and took your camera with you.

You walk through the city without knowing where to go, but you want to walk around and feel the fresh air, nothing more. Your airpods on your ears listening to soft music while you peacefully walked. Minutes later you find yourself in a big park, people were laying on the floor on top of blankets, kids were running around, and everybody seems happy. It is the type of view that everybody wants to see, to know that even if you're sad, people are happy and enjoying life. You lift your camera up and take a few photos where everybody was clear, and where the trees we visible and the smiles were able to appreciate. You take the photo and afterward you start to see all the photos until you see the last one. A certain person standing in the middle to a far distance, just standing there looking somewhere else.

And to say that you didn't recognize him after staring for hours to your wall would be a big lie. He was standing a looking around just like you were doing before. Admiring the view as well.

You can't dissimulate that you were gazing at his features, not even when his eyes meet yours. Although he was far away, you knew he recognized you. His eyes run through every inch of your body, but not in a morbid way, he checked if you were fine because ever since the accident your mother never gave him the chance to see you, nor told him what had happened to you, nor how you were. Knowing how broken you were, she wanted to keep you from being that hurt again. And while you were recovering, she thought keeping him away even if he tried to see, was the best option.

His look changed to a worried one, a look you never saw on the photos. Of him, you just knew his name, and that he broke your heart. But you saw how relieved he was and that was heart-ripping. His feet start to move to you at a speed where he was almost running if he sped up a little bit more, and when he gets to you, without saying a word he pulls you into a hug. "God, you're perfectly fine."

He is a stranger to you, it was normal to push him away. But you didn't. His arms wrapped you around by the shoulders, and you feel like crying where you face hits his shoulders. The same way you started to cry for no reason when you saw all the photos. And the urge to hug him is big as well, so you do. "I didn't know if you were okay, your mom wouldn't let me see you and I had to go on tour. Apparently, you changed your phone number too." He said breaking the hug apart to stare at your face with love. You've never seen someone look at you that way, or felt someone stuck your cheeks sweetly letting you know that they were there, and that you were loved.

And that same feeling let your tears fall. It hurt to see him remembering everything that you've been through while you couldn't remember anything. He remembers your first date, your first kiss, your first fight, he remembers all you don't. You don't know what made you fall in love with him, or what he loved the most about you.

Your heart aches by the thought.

"Jaehyun,"

"Listen, I think we both made a mistake. We fought, we said things that weren't good but we love each other, right? We can work this out."

"Jaeh—"

"I thought I lost you when I heard you crashed, I couldn't help but think the worst and regretted agreeing with you when you said it was the best to break up."

"Jae—" you try to say but he cuts you while he holds your face with both of his hands.

"I need you. We will be alright. I want to try again." Hearing those words broke your heart again.

"I don't remember you," you let your words out and at the same time, your tears start to fall. You want to remember but all the memories were gone, and there was a chance that you would never get them back.

Oh, seeing how much he love you, and how drawn to him you were was painful.

You were meant for each other. Could you really try again?

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What did you do to me? •Mark Lee

Warnings: a little bit of smut

Pairing: GoodBoy!Mark + BadGirl!Reader

Genre: fluff and a little bit of smut

"Y/N!" You hear your name coming from the most mouth of the most annoying girl you've seen in your entire life. You turn around after signing as deep as you can, telling yourself not to punch the girl on the face. "What?" You respond, looking at the clock of your phone. You had classes in five minutes and you wanted to take your favorite sit before someone took it from you.

She had her arms crossed in front of her chest, maybe trying to act superior to me when she is some random person. Meaning, she is nothing to me. I don't even know her name, I know her by the name of Chan's girlfriend and that's all I knew of her. "I saw you talking to Chan earlier, and I want you to not get close to him ever again." She walks slowly to you. She was trying to be intimidating or something similar?

My mouth can't help but to be wide open. It is unbelievable. "Are you seriously fucking stopping me for this kind of childishness? Are you stupid or something?" It is like your brain was not functioning anymore, It is hard for you to comprehend how a person can be... Like that. You look at her with a confused face.

“How dare you speak to me like that?"

"I will tell you what you will do." You step forward, causing her to step back at the same time. She's not as brave as she pretended to be. "You will go grab a book and learn. Since you're too stupid and useless that your boyfriend had to come to me for help when his girlfriend is in the same class. Can you understand me?" You don't waste time waiting for a response and leave to your next class. "Was I too harsh on her? No. And if I was, then she just needs to swallow it and actually listen to my advice." You say to yourself, bumping into a guy for staring at the floor while walking. He apologized to you but without feeling like talking, your usual fake smile appears, which was your sign of I'm leaving, until you see who you bumped to.

Mark. The sweet boy. The good boy.

He looks at you for a second and then looks away as soon as you see his face. He apologizes again and leaves but you couldn't help but to look back and watch him leave. Was he nervous just now? Was he afraid of you?

You have the mark on your head of being a bad girl, but you don't consider your self as one. It was true that sometimes you do as you please and answer back when needed to, also punched some guys when they would go over the line. But all was needed.

You're not a bully, you're just daring and loved challenges. Whether they were dangerously or not.

You continued walking to your next class, but had that guy on your head for the entire period. He got you curious.

What is it about you? What is it about you that drove him crazy no matter what you were doing? He has never gotten the chance to talk to you every since you both started your freshman year in college, he wanted to know how your voice was like. He wanted to know how beautiful was your smile when it was real. But you are hard to approach. And for some reason that was what made him interested in you the most.

You did nothing to be popular, yet, everyone talks about you and tries to talk to you. Mark watches how you roll your eyes when a guy talks to you and you just leave without saying anything, after throwing him a fake smile. But remembered how you did the same to you and hated it. He got to know what type of perfume you use, was that peaches? "When you will stop looking at her like that?" Lucas asks, taking a bite of his sandwich in hand. He eyes how Mark looks at you from afar almost every day whenever you're insight. Having you insight meant losing Mark completely because apparently watching you walk and mind your business was better than anything else. "huh?" Mark looks at Lucas when he realizes he's staring for too long.

"Why don't you go and talk to her?" Winwin suggests for the 30th time, but always seems to be ignored by Mark.

Donghyuk laughed so hard as if it was the best joke he has heard in his entire life. "Are you kidding? You know that she's too careless and daring for our Marky." He sits closer to Mark and throws his arm around his shoulder. "She will scare him away."

"I'm not scared of her, " his eyes were shooting daggers to Donghyuk's direction, making him laugh a bit more but not as loud. But that was a lie. He was afraid of getting rejected like every single boy that has tried to talk to you before. And of course the fact that

He can't keep eye contact with you for more than two seconds, how was he supposed to talk to you without looking stupid.

"You can't lie, your face tells us the truth," Lucas says, focused on every expression Mark had on his face. "but think about it for a little bit. What will you lose? She will ignore you or stop talking to you? No, because she doesn't even know you, yet."

What pisses him the most, was that Lucas was right in every way possible. He had nothing to lose. But could he really do it?

Friday arrives faster than what you were expecting and hopefully, you had no homework. You may be called a bad girl, but you were not the type If person that would forget about your grades because at the end of everything, you need to graduate and have a future. And now that you were free, you decided to finally attend to the usual party that a person you don't know holds every Friday and everyone attends. And also because your friend begged you to go so, why not?

You lift your cup up while you move your body to the rhythm of the music with your friend, not thinking about anything and just enjoying the moment until a certain gets your full attention, someone you forgot about until now, and now you couldn't get him out of your mind and remember how curious you were to know if he was afraid of you or something. You take your cup to your lips and drink all the liquid in it to give it to your friend. "Where are you going? Got a catch?" She jokes, you laugh.

"I'll be right back,"

"Take your time, because I do have a catch, " you roll your eyes and take your leave to the direction of the sweet scared boy. But when you look at where he was, you see him going upstairs, maybe to the bathroom or something. So you follow him upstairs. He gets inside the bathroom and you wait in front of the bathroom door, not really knowing what you will ask him for sure. As soon as he gets out of the bathroom and locks eyes with you, for a reason you feel breathless for a second. You've known about him, but you've never gotten to have the chance of really appreciate how handsome he was compared to everyone around. But that thought disappears when you see his face when he sees you looking straight at him with your arms crossed. He looks away, pretending he did not just jump at the thought of you and starts to walk away. Your hand search his wrist as an impulse since you were here because of him. "Wait, " he had thought about how your voice would be like but this was definitely not what he was thinking. Your voice and your scent said completely different things to what people say about you. If he didn't know that about you he would have thought you were nothing like that.

And then he realizes that your hand was holding him, and nervousness starts to surface. He breathes deeply to calm himself and appear as calm as possible so then he could face you. "I wanted to ask you something, " he could barely articulate a word, not only the alcohol was making him feel a little bit more dizzy, now you were messing with his head by just one touch. He manages to nod and swallows hard by having your eyes on his face.

"Why are you scare of me?"

He blinks fast, trying to digest what you had just said. Scared of you? Scared of what you might do to his heart. Set a timer for it to explode, that's what he was scared of. "I— I'm not..." Swallows hard. "I'm not scared of you." You slowly let go of his hand but continue to examine his face. He seemed nervous, why would he be?

"Are you sure? Then why are you acting like that when you see me? You can just ignore me but you get all nervous. I mean... I don't bite." You place your hands on your hips while he glues himself to the wall of the hall, the light let's you see how he tried to look somewhere else but you. "Or could it be that...—” you decide to step forward to him, thinking about another reason he may get nervous around you. But you had no idea it was going to work.

You get closer and closer, and when you do that he looks at your face with surprise all over his face. Then little by little, his cheeks start to get a little bit red. This was fun. You admit that you're good looking and that a lot of guys always annoy you by asking you out. It is not like you did not want to date, they were just dumb guys that thought you were as stupid as the rest and was falling for every cute word they would say to you just to get you in bed. But this boy was getting fluttered by you being close to him and avoids you maybe because he likes you. "Do you like me?” you got closer, deciding that it was fun to tease him a little.

"I—"

"You do."

"No, nothing like that."

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm hot, it's hot up here, and—"

"You're saying that if I kiss you right here and right now you will not respond to it? You would hate that?" His eyes went from your eyes to your lips in a few seconds, and that was enough for you to smile a little and back away. "You like me. Okay. That's all I wanted to know. I thought you hated me or we're scared of me which I did not understand because—" you stop talking when you felt his hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him, and soon his lips crashed into yours softly. You did not expect the sweet good boy to kiss you out of nowhere even if you had just tease him. And what you did not expect was that you were going to like it a lot. The way your lips felt against each other gently. The way he hugged your waist when he felt like you were not going to slap him. You felt shivers down your spine by what a great kisser he was. Just as sweet as him.

He lets go of your waist, leaving you completely breathless and wanting more. "You were going to leave without the kiss you offered." He says, giving you one of his innocent little smiles.

"Fuck you, " his smile disappears.

"I'm sorry I did not think ab—" the one to shut up when he was being pulled was you him this time. You pull him to the bathroom next to the two of you and started to kiss him passionately. You did not know what spell that kiss just put on you, but it was a strong one. Because mixed with the alcohol you felt like you had no control over your body. Your lips moved in unison. Your hands were behind his head caressing and from time to time, pulling his hair a little bit, that for his response to that you knew he liked that. You were in control for a couple of minutes, until he lowered his self a little and his hands went behind your legs and lifted you up like you were a feather and positioned you on top of the sink, in the perfect height for him to fit between your legs.

You could feel his member getting harder against you, and there was nothing that could turn you on more than that. How he would progressively get harder and bigger because of your kisses and how your hands going through all his upper body softly. You knew where this was going, and you were not against it. "Do you have a condom?" You say between kisses.

"I'm not fucking you here, baby."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry but you deserve more than this." He said, caressing your cheek and admiring your face, making you wonder for how long he has liked you.

"Oh God, who are you?"

"I'm Mark." He answered.

"I know who you are,"

"I don't understand your question then, " you can't help but laugh.

"You said you will not fuck me,"

"If you want it I can give it to you, I just said not here. Because you did something to me down there that only you can solve it." You realize that you were still hugging him with your legs and that you still felt his friend on you. Now it was your time to blush.

"Do I see you blushing? Do you like me?"

"We'll see,"

You had no idea what happened. Out of nowhere, Mark was all you could see after that night. Neither did he. He was confused first by how without him trying, you approached him and ended up liking him like no one else has ever done.

What did you to me, Mark Lee?

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NCT— Him Saying Something Hurtful To You And You Get Hurt Afterwards

Requests are OPEN

NCT DREAM + Doyoung + Jaehyun + TEN (as requested)

Dreamies are on their ways, this just ended up being longer than expected haha. I'm.not. sorry.

DOYOUNG:

It was not normal for you two to be fighting. Usually, you solve things by talking things through instead of letting you feel control your words and fight and yell at each other. Do young hated that more than you, but this time it was different. You were arguing and but were yelling at each other, for the first time in two years of relationship. "Sometimes I think dating you is a mistake, " he said to you, without looking at you since all he felt at the moment was rage. He didn't even notice how your eyes were getting watery and how your mouth was partially open. You knew he was always careful with his words, at that he barely let his feeling or the moment say something he doesn't mean. He meant that, and there's nothing you can do about him feeling that way. "Okay, " was the only word you let out.

You grabbed your bag and left without saying anything else, and when you didn't hear him calling out your name your whole world collapsed. You were walking to your apartment that was actually quite far but you had red and puffy eyes and didn't feel like explaining anything to your roommate, so walking there was actually okay for you. You thought that until a couple of blocks away from Doyoung's apartment you saw a mysterious man walking in your direction. You decided it was better to cross the street to avoid him until he crossed the street as well and started following you. You only thought about going back to Doyoung's apartment. You crossed the street again and started running as fast as you could, being thankful that you were athletic and got to his apartment in a minute. You were thankful that the sidewalk of his apartment building had around 6 people around, but either way I did not look back nor thought the has not following me anymore. I typed down the code of the building and got in, closing the door just as fast, locking itself automatically. There was no way in hell you were going back out there tonight, so even though you didn't want to see his face, you only had one choice, and it was to go back to Doyoung's.

You opened the door, closing it behind you and felt how air was entering your lungs all over again.

You fell on the floor and closed your eyes to try and calm down your breathing. You felt like crying, but tears were not coming out and you couldn't care less. You didn't even notice the lights were already off until they were on again and you just saw his face staring at you. He had a frown on his face that made you look away instantly. "I'm sorry I came back but… there was a ma-m-man follow… I can barely speak." You laughed nervously, still shaking from what had happened.

He walked to your direction and stared at you in silence. His eyes looked like he was crying seconds prior, and it was something I couldn't believe. And in a matter of seconds, he fell down to his knees, and pulled you to his chest, caressing your head "I didn't mean what I said, I'm sorry, please forgive what I said I was just being stupid and I didn't think about what I said until you left an—" his voice cracked, causing your tears to finally be released, he let go of the hug to grab your face and look at your puffy eyes. "and my baby almost got mugged?" He hugged you again, this time it was stronger. "how will I ever let you go now?"

You felt more relieved than ever before. One, you didn't get mugged.

Two, you didn't lose the love of your life.

It will take him a few more efforts for you to forgive him fully, but right now it was not the right time to make a scene.

TEN:

"Don't you think it's already enough? I mean, you've been dancing for 5 hours and you need to rest. This is your free day after all." You said looking at him from the door of the practice room. You knew he has been practicing when he was supposed to be at home and you worried a lot about his health. I knew he wanted to do perfect in everything, but there was a limit. He turned around while swiping his sweat off with a hand towel. His eyes fell on you and he nodded. "In a minute, just one last time."

"You said that twenty minutes ago,"

"I know,"

"So let's go." You insisted.

"I said in a minute," but the truth was that you were getting on his nerves, telling him over and over the same thing, and he did the same. "You need to—”

" If you want to leave just do, you don't have to be clinging on me. Don't you have a life? " He said and caught you off guard. And for reason, his words hurt. He didn't yell at you, he said it in the most calm way possible as he turned around to look at himself in the big mirror that covered the wall.

You just cared about his health, and he implied that you didn't have a life aside from him and that you were too clingy. Were you really. You thought you gave him enough space, and him being an idol then that meant you couldn't see each other a lot due to his busy schedule. And yet you were asphyxiating him? There were no words that could leave your lips. So you nodded even, not knowing if he was looking at you or not. To be honest, you were not thinking about that type of stuff. You just silently left. You have had postponed all the work you could to another day to spend it that day with him for nothing. So as soon as you left the SM building, you picked up your phone and started to call your boss to tell her that you were going to be able to finish your work today (Perks of being good friends with your boss), but you got distracted with the call that you didn't noticed going full speed in the street, hopefully some guy pulled you by the arm so you wouldn't be crushed and dead. Either way, you fell to the ground and a lady that backed up as well to save herself fell on your leg. On your bad leg. On the leg, you had a cast just a week ago. You whined but didn't want to say anything to the lady because, in the end, it wasn't her fault. So you stood and picked up your phone that was on the floor. "Uhm, are you there? I will be a little late." You laughed nervously and limped until you found a cab.

Your luck was not with you at all.

After that day you had to put on a cast all over again and worked normally since most of your work was sitting. You ignored Ten's calls for 3 days straight since you didn't feel like talking about anything with him. You just kept remember him saying those words to you, and that was enough for you to feel upset again and ignore his call. I tried to understand why he felt like that towards me and I couldn't understand. "Aren't you answering that?" Your co-worker asked about your phone lighting up and you just shook your head no. "Then what are you going to do about that?" She asked and she pointed at Ten walking to your direction through the glass door, you peeked and then couldn't help but to look again at your work. You had missed him but at the same time you thought about something for those three days, and you were clear of your decision.

Your coworker left as soon as she saw Ten standing in front of your desk. "Can we talk?" He seemed nervous. "I'm working."

"I'll wait," and he sat on the waiting room a few feet away, and waited an hour until your shift was done, just sitting there tapping his right foot over and over. You stood up how you could and grabbed your crutches after putting your purse on your shoulder. And his heart broke, he didn't know you had that again, after having that for a month. He felt awful after realizing he called you clingy when you were nothing near. "Baby, I—"

"Don't bother, sweetie,” you told him as calm as possible, but still feeling that pressure in your heart. He smiled as soon as you called him sweetie. " Let's break up,” you said and walked past him, leaving behind, and his smile fell.

"What? No, bab—"

"I thought if I'm clingy as you said, we could just break up. Because personally, I don't think I'm clingy. But if you do, there's the problem between us." You said, and he stood in front of you.

"I said something I didn't mean. I was feeling stressed over messing up a lot of moves during a show and I obsessed over that."

"I spent two weeks without seeing you. And when I do, that happens. Either way, we will struggle in this relationship. And the truth is that you're not ready for one, you can't barely see me due to work and I understand that, but I can't do this for longer. I love you, but I just can't stand being away from you when you're mine."

His eyes were looking at your face completely as if it were going to disappear and he wanted to study it to depth. "I'm here," he begged with his tone. "C'mon, I will cook for you and treat you good tonight. Yes? We can do this, we've been through a lot, we can work this out." If it wasn't for your hands-on then crutches, they would have been covered by his. You remained silent while he searched for your eyes, that were somewhere else on the verge of crying. "Please,"

JAEHYUN:

You walked to the living room of the dorm where you and Jaehyun we alone since the rest of the boys went outside, a piece of paper on your right hand, feeling extremely happy about the work that you had just done. "I finally finished this song and I'm very excited that you read it." You were a songwriter, that's how you met Jaehyun and fell in love. There were a couple of songs you helped write for NCT and a few more idols, and there was a song stuck in your head that you needed to type down the lyrics fast. You have been working on that song for three weeks straight and now that it was done, you just wanted to show it to him.

He grabbed it and started reading while you were seating beside him on the couch waiting for him to finish. And when he gave you back the piece of paper, you waited for him to tell you how good it was or something like that, but it was not like that. "Is this really done? No offense baby, but it's bad."

"Bad?" You asked, your eyes glued to the paper, rereading the song over and overlooking where it says that it is bad. "Is not bad."

"How are you a songwriter, again?" He said, in a playful tone but it hurt your feelings either way. You laughed slightly in the most sarcastic way possible and then stood up not wishing to see his face at all at the moment. "It's getting late, I'm leaving." You said, grabbing your bag that was on a chair beside the couch you were on. You fixed your eyes to the door and walked to it as fast as you could.

"C'mon, you're pissed about that Y/N? And baby, you were supposed to sleep tonight with me " He stood up to follow you but you closed the door on his face, letting him know that it was a no. He knew it was bad to follow you since you could easily punch him somewhere. He always waits until you calm down and then try to apologize for whatever he does. Either way, he opened the door and saw your figure standing in front of the elevator waiting. "Call me when you get home? Or text me?" You knew he was not going to follow you since you knew he knows you need space right now. And left his sorry eyes staring at you without giving him a response.

You left the dorm and got into a cab that took you to your apartment. But the weird thing was that when you got to your door it was partially open. You don't remember leaving it like that. Did someone break-in? Is that person still inside? You peeked through the crook of the door and saw nothing, no movement, lights off. You saw that the floor was covered in a piece of glass and you cursed right away. You entered the apartment and turned the lights on, and then it was obvious someone broke in and broke stuff and stole stuff. There was nothing important or expensive there so, poor bastard that expected to find something of value. You called the police to report it when you saw the man running in your direction, he pushed you and ran away. You fell on the floor where the glass was and got glass all over your hand since you try to use it as support. "FUCKING ASSHOLE, " you couldn't help but scream when you felt the pain. Immediately you stood up, looked for a towel to cover your hand so the blood wouldn't drip on the floor and went to the hospital right away, only taking your wallet and keys with you. Two hours later, you went back to your apartment to find him sitting in your couch, with his head on his hands. Once he heard your voice of surprise he stood up and wanted to hug you but didn't know if you were going to push him away, but you knew he wanted to run to you. "You didn't call me so I came and saw blood and you left your phone and I couldn't call you and I was worried and—" you shut him up by placing your left and good hand against his mouth. "You're rambling, ”

" I'm sorry for what I said. I misused my words and tried to joke but it wasn't funny to you."

"It's fine, I'm not supposed to write good songs all the time,” you said, watching how he grabbed carefully you by your right wrist and started watching how your hand was wrapped in bandages. And looked at your face like he was about to cry, but tears were not going to come out. "Hug me, "

And so he did, placed his chin on top of your head and pulled to his chest. You explained what had happened while hugging him, he cleaned the mess the stupid man did and spent the whole night with you fixing the half bad/good song. When he explained to you it was true, you could have done way better.

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