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[5:35pm]

Warnings: Angst

“You don’t mean that…” The words fell from your lips softer than a feather hitting the ground. You couldn’t quite grasp onto the words that had just been said to you. No, not said, screamed. Shaking your head, you squeezed your watery eyes shut, liquid pooling in the waterline enough to make a small barely there tear roll down one of your hot cheeks. The words you just heard bounced around your head as you tried to make sense of them, of the meaning behind them. But you couldn’t quite conjure up an explanation for it. “Donghyuck,” You choked on your words before you could say anything else, opening your eyes and giving the broken man in front of you a sympathetic look. Gulping to try and clear the lump in your throat you continued on, “You can’t mean that.”

“Well I fucking do.” His own voice had lowered in volume, the defeat settling into his system as he looked at you with sad eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting from you when he had screamed his confession of his feelings for you. Feelings that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling about his best-friend’s long-term girlfriend. Perhaps you would have given him a big loving smile and ran into his arms elated, claiming your love for him and you would both live happily ever after. But he knew he was stupid for that scenario to even creep into his mind. In a way he didn’t want that to even happen, not when Mark had been banging on about proposing to you for the past month. It had been like Donghyuck’s personal hell, having to listen to all the different ways Mark could think of to pop the big question to you. It made it even worse that he had been expected to help him in finding the perfect way for it to happen.

How you’d even gotten to this confession was a blur. It started with him coming over to drop off tickets for a basketball game, which then led to him stopping for a slice of the cake you’d made the day before, then came the topic of relationships. You’d quizzed him on the crush that you knew he had on someone, a crush that Mark liked to tease him about despite not knowing who the mystery lady was. You’d never have guessed that under the pressure of your questions he would crack and confess his love to you.

“Donghyuck-“You started but he cut you off.

“Don’t. I know.” He said and shook his head, not wanting to hear the rejection from you that he knew was coming. You sighed softly, your stomach filled with butterflies that felt like they were holding tiny daggers as you still tried to make sense of this situation. Had you somehow led him on? Given him the wrong idea? Why did he feel this way about you? Hundreds of questions crossed your mind that you wanted, needed answered for. “Forget about it.” He said snappily, shaking his head as he turned away from you, heading towards the door of the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend.

“Wait!” You called out, rushing to him and grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.

“(Y/N) please…” His voice sounded like nothing you’d ever heard from the usually chipper man. You’d never heard his voice so filled with raw emotion and hurt before and it made your heart cry.

“Donghyuck, we need to talk about this, you can’t just leave after telling me that you love me and pretend that this never happened.” You said firmly, hoping that if you put your foot down with him then he would give you the answers that you needed. His eyes met yours, the dark irises swimming with guilt, shame, and longing. It had your head pounding and your chest hurting seeing him this way. Whilst he was Marks friend first, he was also yours. You’d spent so much time with him that it was inevitable that you and he would become friends. You just didn’t expect him to develop feelings other than strictly platonic.

“What’s there to talk about? I’m madly in love with my best-friend’s girlfriend and now I’ve made an absolute idiot out of myself by telling her! Just, forget it! Please!” The desperation in is voice was telling you that he was panicking about it all, which was understandable as you knew he thought you’d tell Mark. You had no intention of telling Mark though, not wanting to ruin their friendship over something that you could try and keep under wraps for as long as possible. He pulled his arm out of your grasp, which you hadn’t even realised you were still holding and you sighed to yourself as you watched him practically pull the door off its hinges in his haste to leave.

“Donghyuck!!” You called but it was too late. The door slamming echoed in your ears in the same way that his confession echoed in your head, leaving you with an empty feeling in your chest.

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collect your "i survived taemin's military enlistment" ticket here 🎟 (idc if you became a shawol 3 hours before he was set free the point is WE SURVIVED)

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Hey! Please send me some writing prompts with a member and an au and I’ll see if they give me inspiration to write a timestamp based on it.

Nct dream only, can be smut, angst, fluff, crack, whatever you want! 

#nct #nct dream #this isnt a promise that I will do them all #but I really want to do a handful

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[5:35pm]

Warnings: Angst

 “You don’t mean that…” The words fell from your lips softer than a feather hitting the ground. You couldn’t quite grasp onto the words that had just been said to you. No, not said, screamed. Shaking your head, you squeezed your watery eyes shut, liquid pooling in the waterline enough to make a small barely there tear roll down one of your hot cheeks. The words you just heard bounced around your head as you tried to make sense of them, of the meaning behind them. But you couldn’t quite conjure up an explanation for it. “Donghyuck,” You choked on your words before you could say anything else, opening your eyes and giving the broken man in front of you a sympathetic look. Gulping to try and clear the lump in your throat you continued on, “You can’t mean that.”

“Well I fucking do.” His own voice had lowered in volume, the defeat settling into his system as he looked at you with sad eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting from you when he had screamed his confession of his feelings for you. Feelings that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling about his best-friend’s long-term girlfriend. Perhaps you would have given him a big loving smile and ran into his arms elated, claiming your love for him and you would both live happily ever after. But he knew he was stupid for that scenario to even creep into his mind. In a way he didn’t want that to even happen, not when Mark had been banging on about proposing to you for the past month. It had been like Donghyuck’s personal hell, having to listen to all the different ways Mark could think of to pop the big question to you. It made it even worse that he had been expected to help him in finding the perfect way for it to happen.

How you’d even gotten to this confession was a blur. It started with him coming over to drop off tickets for a basketball game, which then led to him stopping for a slice of the cake you’d made the day before, then came the topic of relationships. You’d quizzed him on the crush that you knew he had on someone, a crush that Mark liked to tease him about despite not knowing who the mystery lady was. You’d never have guessed that under the pressure of your questions he would crack and confess his love to you.

“Donghyuck-“You started but he cut you off.

“Don’t. I know.” He said and shook his head, not wanting to hear the rejection from you that he knew was coming. You sighed softly, your stomach filled with butterflies that felt like they were holding tiny daggers as you still tried to make sense of this situation. Had you somehow led him on? Given him the wrong idea? Why did he feel this way about you? Hundreds of questions crossed your mind that you wanted, needed answered for. “Forget about it.” He said snappily, shaking his head as he turned away from you, heading towards the door of the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend.

“Wait!” You called out, rushing to him and grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.

“(Y/N) please…” His voice sounded like nothing you’d ever heard from the usually chipper man. You’d never heard his voice so filled with raw emotion and hurt before and it made your heart cry.

“Donghyuck, we need to talk about this, you can’t just leave after telling me that you love me and pretend that this never happened.” You said firmly, hoping that if you put your foot down with him then he would give you the answers that you needed. His eyes met yours, the dark irises swimming with guilt, shame, and longing. It had your head pounding and your chest hurting seeing him this way. Whilst he was Marks friend first, he was also yours. You’d spent so much time with him that it was inevitable that you and he would become friends. You just didn’t expect him to develop feelings other than strictly platonic.

“What’s there to talk about? I’m madly in love with my best-friend’s girlfriend and now I’ve made an absolute idiot out of myself by telling her! Just, forget it! Please!” The desperation in is voice was telling you that he was panicking about it all, which was understandable as you knew he thought you’d tell Mark. You had no intention of telling Mark though, not wanting to ruin their friendship over something that you could try and keep under wraps for as long as possible. He pulled his arm out of your grasp, which you hadn’t even realised you were still holding and you sighed to yourself as you watched him practically pull the door off its hinges in his haste to leave.

“Donghyuck!!” You called but it was too late. The door slamming echoed in your ears in the same way that his confession echoed in your head, leaving you with an empty feeling in your chest.

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I really wish I could post more content but I’m such a busy person I’m sorry 😭

#I always come back and say I’m back #post for a week #then go ghost mode #I am sorry #truly

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HE IS BLOND

babe I AM SO JEALOUS💀😭 have you seen Jeno?! HE’S APPARENTLY BLONDE NOW

OMG NO FUCKING WAY 😭😭 I know Jaemin now has black hair apparently but other than that I haven’t seen much else 😭

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Such a good view 😭

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I DEMAND PICS AFTER THE CONCERT HAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh don’t worry baby I will post them 😂

[jenonctcity]

babe I AM SO JEALOUS💀😭 have you seen Jeno?! HE’S APPARENTLY BLONDE NOW

OMG NO FUCKING WAY 😭😭 I know Jaemin now has black hair apparently but other than that I haven’t seen much else 😭

[jenonctcity]

omg have fun!!! im not there but im gg when they come to my city !!!

Thank you!! I hope you have fun too!! ❤️❤️❤️

[jenonctcity]

Are any of my followers at the dream show 2 in London right now???

#NCT London #the dream show london

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I’m here guys omg 😭

#never thought this would happen #best £370 I’ve ever spent #nctzen #nct #nct dream #lee jeno

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I got a ticket to see Dream in London 😭 I sobbed so hard I’ve waited for this for so many years!!

#popping in to say this because no one in my life cares #lol #here is where people will understand my excitement

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Rich Purity

The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Friends-With-Benefits!Au

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity.

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

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Na Jaemin

Part of the Bad Boy Series – Differences: My Ending

Badboy!Au

Warnings: Mention of Death, Mental Health.

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Jaemin is struggling to get over your death. Despite having his friends by his side, he still feels like something is missing.  

 (This is NOT the epilogue.)

The days went by slower than Jaemin could comprehend. He felt like he was watching the clock tick by, second by second as every time he glanced at the clock what felt like ten minutes had in reality only been three minutes. He found it ironic that when he was with you the time went by faster than lightning. But now he didn’t have you, and time went by like a slow painful death. He winced as he thought that to himself. How could he even compare clock watching to the death that you had gone through.

He sighed to himself. He just felt so bored all the time. The last four months that had gone by since he said his goodbyes to you had been the slowest most boring and mentally draining months of his life. But he couldn’t figure out a way of making time go faster. He didn’t feel ready to go out partying, nor did he feel like going out and socialising with anyone other than his closest friends, which even sometimes he did his best to avoid conversation with them. His wrist had made a full recovery, but he still didn’t have the confidence to get behind a wheel of the thing that had killed you. Well, he knew it technically wasn’t the car, and was the driver of the car. But the last time he was in the driver’s seat of a car was the day he lost you, the love of his life, forever. So, his normal past time of street racing was out of the question for the time being.

He knew he was lucky to have the support system that his friends and their girlfriends had in place for him. He appreciated it, he really did, but nothing could fill the hole in his heart.

So, he sat, staring at the wall. Bored and stuck in his own head, which was never a good case for Jaemin. He’d had more depression spikes than he cared to admit, but he wanted to stick to his promise of living his life and not giving up when his love never got that chance to choose whether she wanted life or death.

It was one day, when he was watching the tv that had an old rerun of scooby doo playing that a lightbulb went off in his head, and for the first time in what felt like eternity, he felt that spark inside of him again.

“What the fuck is that?” Renjun asked upon walking into the apartment and seeing Jaemin on the floor, kneeling beside newspaper spread out on the floor and a soft looking pet bed beside it. The puppy that sat on the newspaper wagged its tail upon seeing a new arrival in the apartment, and was about to run over to him when Jaemin scooped the small fluffy puppy up.

“It’s a chihuahua.” Jaemin said with a big smile on his face.

“It’s a squirrel with a collar on.” Renjun replied back, grimacing as he set his keys down on the coffee table, keeping a distance between him and the puppy. It’s not that he disliked puppies. He just wasn’t keen on small ones.

“Don’t be rude! He didn’t mean that Fang, ignore him.” Jaemin cooed to the fluffy tan coloured puppy in his hands in the same way he spoke to his friends’ kids. The puppy wagged its tail again and leaned its little head forward to lick Jaemin’s nose.

“You named it Fang?!” He asked with his eyebrows raised in surprise at the name that did not match the dog’s appearance.

“Yeah, what else was I supposed to name it?”

“I don’t know, Alan or something?”

“Oh like Alan is better.” Jaemin scoffed and rolled his eyes. Renjun sighed and moved to sit on the couch. He no longer lived in the apartment, but he had been tasked with checking up on Jaemin today whilst the other guys were busy, and luckily, he didn’t have daddy duty today, so he was free to hang out with Jaemin. He was starting to think that perhaps he left Jaemin alone for too long on his own though since Haechan left the apartment that morning and texted Renjun to remined him that its his turn to check up on Jaemin, he hadn’t mentioned anything about having puppy. So Renjun assumed that whilst Jaemin was left to his own devices for a few hours that’s when he left and bought himself a new friend.

“Why a chihuahua anyway?” Renjun asked, rubbing his hand over his face and sighing.

“Because the apartment is too small for anything bigger. Also some guy was selling him on facebook marketplace so I decided that I would give him a home.” Jaemin’s reply left Renjun sighing again.

“Do the guys know you bought a puppy into the apartment? It’s technically none of my business since I live across the hall now, also Jiyeon loves dogs so its kind of cool, but Haechan lives here, and so does Jeno and his girlfriend, and they’ve just had a baby. I’m not sure they’ll be too thrilled about this…” He said in a slow, non-accusing way as he didn’t want Jaemin to think he was attacking him or being too negative about what he’d done. Jaemin simply shrugged and looked over at Renjun.

“What are they going to do? Tell the suicidal widower that he has to get rid of his puppy?” He shot back at him and Renjun’s eyebrows raised in surprise, before he nodded with a hum.

“Fair point. Just…I don’t know. Like I said, none of my business. Not my circus, not my monkeys.” He shrugged again and reached over to pet the chihuahua, Fang, on the head. He had to admit, that when he walked into the room, he had seen a light behind Jaemin’s eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long time, and it felt nice for him to see that. He just hoped that the puppy wasn’t a temporary fix for Jaemin and that that he’d made the right decision in buying a puppy. “Whatever makes you happy bro.”

The front door opened and Jeno came walking in, shrugging off his jacket and dumping it down and the couch as he pushed his glasses back into their spot at the top of his nose. He looked over at Jaemin, doing a double take before pausing and squinting at him through his glasses.

“Why are you holding a guinea pig?”

“IT’S NOT A GUINEA PIG!!!” He knew Jeno’s eyesight was bad, but come on.

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[1:48am]

Warning: Mature Content, Mentions of Unprotected Sex.

Warm lips ghosted over your exposed neck. The cool breath coming from between those parted lips in small pants causing shivers to rush through your nervous system as it hit the sweat that glistened over your hot skin. The only light in the room was that of the moon that slipped through the gap in the curtains, causing shadows to fall over the setting of your bedroom. The almost unbearably hot body that caged you against the mattress only being tolerable because of who the owner of that body was. Dark strands of hair fell over dark eyes as he vacated from your neck to stare down at you. The darkness of the room stopped you from being able to see the desire and wonder that sat behind those eyes, but you weren’t sure you wanted to see it. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this Jeno.” You whispered out, your hand naturally coming up to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking against wet cheek as you bathed in his affection. Guilt ate you up no matter how hard you tried to push it aside. But the remnants of your infidelity already lay between the two of you, smeared on your thighs and the sheets. He was still inside of you, your legs resting over his thighs as he had taken you in missionary position, but you couldn’t bring it in you to push him away. Not when he made you feel as loved as he just had. 

“We already did, twice.” He whispered back with a small chuckle, his lips pressing against yours as he rested more of his weight on you, his arms now resting against the mattress on either side of your head. Had you wanted to push him away he had just made it harder for you. 

“He’s your best friend.” You said as his lips left yours, your eyes closing as you  found that looking up at Jeno when Jaemin was the one you should be looking up at was making your stomach feel heavier by the second. He sighed from his place above you, his forehead suddenly resting against your chest as tears pooled in your eyes. 

Jeno had only come over to help you with fixing the cupboard door whilst Jaemin was away for the weekend with his dad on a fishing trip. You don’t even remember how it happened, it was a blur, but somehow you’d ended up with Jeno’s head between your legs and the feeling of instant guilt in the pit of your stomach. But you couldn’t bring yourself to push Jeno away, not when his tongue was doing wonders for you.

 He’d taken you against the kitchen counter where he was supposed to be fixing the stupid cupboard door, but instead of fixing something, he was aiding in breaking your relationship. His hand around your neck and lips against your ear whilst he whispered filthy words in your ear as he fucked you like a whore from behind had you under his spell instantaneously. Enough so that once he’d cum deep inside of you, you’d forgotten that Jaemin even existed when you let him carry you to your bed. The bed you shared with your boyfriend of four years. 

“I know.” He whispered in a barely audible voice, his lips pressing to your skin once more. The second time he’d fucked you was barely twenty minutes after he’d first fucked you. Except you wouldn’t consider round two to be fucking, feeling like it was more teetering into the ‘making love’ category, with eye contact, sweet whispers of affection, and slow, passionate love making involved. Which to put it plainly, scared the shit out of you. He took in a deep breath and raised his head against to stare deep into your eyes. Your own eyes adjusted enough to the darkness of the room to be able to see where the whites of his eyes stopped and his dark irises started. “What do you want to do?” He asked, trying to find a solution for the problem you had both gotten yourselves in. 

You breathed deeply, calming your nerves and trying to will away the guilt you felt.

“You.” You didn’t have a chance to say anything else as his lips crashed into yours. 

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Rich Purity

The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Friends-With-Benefits!Au

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity.

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

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