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hi! i just want to let you know that your works are gems and i really love your works so much!!! do you open request ?? if you do could you please make a jaemin au that has the same level of angst with blind love or 2:10am jeno ?? hehe thank you in advance ... once again i really love your works!! ><

thank you so much 🥺 i was actually planning to write a jaemin fluff au but im not gonna say no angst AHAAA i’ll get back to you :>>

#hshshhaaa lemme just organize my thoughts #anon #asks #💚💚💚

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SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR BLIND LOVE AU

THANK YOU 💓

#matching your energy anon #i love u #anon #asks #💚💚💚

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Your Jeno blurb was so cute i loved it 💕

uwu thank you so much 🥺

#writing it made me cry lmao #asks #💚💚💚

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[2:10 AM] Jeno sighed as he leaned over to tie your hair up in a bun. You were sitting against the counter of the bathroom sink, looking the most wasted that you have ever been.

You spent the entire night drinking after a major fight broke between you and him. It hasn’t been going fine for a while now. You never seem to meet a common ground in almost everything which led to a dozen arguments a week. The fight from four nights ago was the last straw. You were fighting over something as simple as doing the dishes. That’s how bad it was. In your frustration, you said some words you didn’t mean. You called Jeno names you never even used before. And in his anger, he said he wished you two just never met.

Something broke inside you that time. You shouted at him to leave. To just go and never come back. Jeno didn’t even say anything in his defense. He just let out a sigh before turning around and walking out the door, closing it with a deafening bang. Then you broke down.

You love him, you still do. But with everything that went on lately, with your lack of time and attention and patience for each other, love definitely wasn’t enough to keep the flame alive. Still, part of you hoped that it was just one of your silly fights. Part of you hoped to find him right next to you when you wake up in the morning. But he didn’t show up the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that.

I guess it’s over, you thought to yourself. It was fine at first. But every ticking second weighed heavier on your heart. Did you really just throw a three-year relationship in the dust just because of some dirty dishes? You broke down again. Then you figured crying won’t drown the pain. But alcohol definitely will.

After forcing some friends to go clubbing with you, you wasted no time emptying shots of alcohol down your throat. You didn’t keep count. You just kept on throwing them in and in. You know your friends have been trying to slow you down the whole night. You kept getting worried looks from them but you couldn’t care. You just wanted to forget. You wanted the thought of Lee Jeno to depart your mind and give you even just a night of peace. 

But every time a guy dances a little too close to you or someone turns to ask your name, you always blurt out the same reply, “I have a boyfriend.”

“I know,” one guy replied. He was gripping your wrist, enough to keep you from running but not so much to make it hurt.

You laughed. Your head was spinning. “How?” you asked, your tone a little too flirtatious even for your intoxicated self.

“Because I’m him.”

You looked up, surprised to see Lee Jeno, the guy you were trying so hard to run away from that night. It was like you were suddenly sober, but you could feel your whole body heating up. You pulled your arm from his grip and took wobbly steps to the bar. You ordered two shots of whatever their strongest alcohol is. You downed the first one as soon as it came, the hot trace of alcohol burning down your throat. Before you could even take the second one, it was snatched from your grasp.

Jeno threw the drink in his mouth, his face scrunching as he swallowed. “What the hell is this?” he asked.

You just shrugged, looking away to ignore him. You were about to call the bartender to order another one but he cut you off.

“That’s enough, Y/N,” Jeno said, his voice commanding. “You’ve already had too much. I’m taking you home.”

“I’m not coming with you,” you whined. But you didn’t have enough strength, energy, nor control to fight against him once he started pulling you out the bar. He was mad. Even in your intoxicated state, you could recognize the firm set of his jaw and the way he was trying to keep his eyebrows unfurrowed. Still, he was gentle with you. He never pulled you too hard nor tightened his grip on your wrist. He carried you on his back when you crossed the street to his car since you were walking too slow.

The car ride to your apartment was silent. You thought Jeno was going to scold you for your behavior, that this is going to be yet another fight. Honestly, if he did, you would just let him. You didn’t have any will to defend yourself, and he has the right to be upset. But he was quiet. His hands just gripped firmly on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road except for the occasional times he would glance your direction to see if you’re okay.

When you got home, you rushed to the bathroom immediately, throwing yourself to the toilet and disposing everything in your system. It wasn’t pretty. You would’ve made a mess on the bathroom floor if the door wasn’t already open.

Somehow, it felt a bit better after you threw up. But every part of your body was weak. Jeno stood by the door as you closed the toilet lid, letting your head rest against the wall in exhaustion. He gave you a glass of water, and when you only whined, crouched down to let you take it.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded. So you obliged.

He let out a sigh before carrying you effortlessly and placing you on the counter of the bathroom sink. Your eyes were half-closed when he was tying your hair. But it didn’t matter since you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye anyway. He told you to take your shirt off and quickly replaced it with a clean one. He grabbed your toothbrush, put some toothpaste in it, and asked you to brush your teeth. He took a cloth from one of the cabinets, soaked it in water, and started wiping your face gently.

It’s crazy how fragile he was holding you. He lifted your chin up to wipe your neck so you couldn’t help but look at him. He had the softest look in his eyes. All the anger and the frustration that was there earlier had dissipated, replaced by a gentler, more caring gaze. You haven’t seen this side of him in weeks. Lately, it has always been the Jeno with all his defenses ready and his walls put up. So you couldn’t help the tears in your eyes as you watched him pamper you with care.

“You okay?” he asked, finally meeting your gaze when he realized you’ve been staring at him. “I told you you shouldn’t drink without me around. Your friends had to call me because you were having too much and they can’t stop you.”

At that, you couldn’t help it. You buried your head in his chest and just broke down. Jeno was quick to react, his arms automatically wrapping around you, rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“I love you,” you cried. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s just him but your emotions were at an all time high. “We don’t say it to each other anymore. Maybe that’s why we’ve been fighting so much. But I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you even when I was calling you names. I’m sorry for tonight and all the nights before. I love you.”

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s my fault we fought. I’m sorry I was being stupid. You were right. We shouldn’t have been picking fights over the smallest things, and I chose to be immature,” he said, trying to pull you back to look at your eyes, but your grip on his shirt was strong.

You shook your head, still sobbing. “It’s my fault too. I was being too sensitive. I didn’t mean anything I said, Jeno. I didn’t mean for you to leave.”

“I know, baby, it’s okay,” he said soothingly. “I’m sorry I even left. Please stop crying. I love you, too. More than anything.”

Jeno asked you to sit up straight and look at him. He wiped your tears and tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ears. “Promise me that we won’t ever fight like this again, okay?”

You nodded. “I promise. We’ll fix it right away. We should.”

He chuckled softly before pulling you in another hug, kissing the top of your head as he did so. “Good, cause I can’t bear to walk away again. I couldn’t stop beating myself up for leaving you like that.”

“I couldn’t stop beating myself up for letting you.”

“It won’t happen again, I promise.” In that moment you realized that no matter how much you try to run away from each other, no matter the words you say, no matter how big the fight is, you two will always find your way back to each other. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#again.. i didnt mean for it to be this long #but mayhaps i enjoyed writing this loool #hope u enjoy reading it too shdsjdhak #nct au #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct prompts #nct blurbs #nct jeno imagines #nct jeno au #nct jeno angst #nct angst au #sad nct hours #nct timestamps #nct dream imagines #nct angst #lee jeno

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just encountered your blog today and read everything off your masterlist and BOY WHY DID I NOT FIND YOU EARLIER!! you’re a gem 🥺🥺 can’t wait for your future writings and PLS KEEP ON WRITING ABOUT MARK you potray him super accurately huhu

IM!! SO!! SOFT 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS MEANS SO MUHC LSJDJFJKD THANK YOU!!!!!!! and sure i’ll keep writing abt mark, he’s so fun to write about 🥺 THANK YOU REALLY ILYSM 💓

#mayhaps i watch too many mark videos #also i should update my masterlist ksjdhjfd #THANK YOU AGAIN I LOVE YOU #asks #send me anything #im gonna go wrap myself like a burrito cause im so sOFT

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blind love | l.m.k.

— in which mark lee is so much more than just your best friend but you were too blind to realize it.

word count: 7.2k | warnings: light swearing | blind love - lola young |

a/n: i didnt mean for it to be this long but i hope you enjoy!!!

“Just friends,” Mark said, his voice still steady even in the growing tension of the moment. “That’s all you said we are, right?”

Your head dropped down to look at your hands, not knowing what to say. The overbearing guilt of rejecting his sudden confession was crushing your chest that it became painful to breathe.

“I’m sorry, Mark,” was all you could say. You forced yourself to meet his gaze through your already glassy eyes, wanting to let him know the sincerity of your words.

He smiled kindly, shaking his head. There was sadness in his eyes. And in all the years you two have known each other, you could tell how hard he was trying to hide it. “It’s okay. That’s all we’ll be.”

You bumped your head repeatedly against your study table in an attempt to rid yourself of the memory that’s constantly been playing in your head. 

It was a Sunday which meant there were no classes, which meant the university was closed, which meant that you couldn’t even make an excuse to see your best friend Mark who somehow, after almost three years of friendship, suddenly decided that it was a good idea to tell you he loves you more than a friend should love a friend.

You couldn’t say it happened out of nowhere. He’s been saying he has something important to tell you for almost two weeks before the incident but every time you confront him about it, he always makes up some lame excuse to dodge. It took a lot of self-hate for yourself and a nice amount of his protective instinct to finally make him spit it out. 

He came to your apartment that night, finding you barefaced, wearing a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies that you stole some time ago. From that he already knew you weren’t okay. You like wearing his stuff to seek some sort of comfort. Somehow, the smell of his clothes helps calm you down.

You were supposed to help him finish a report but you couldn’t concentrate after getting a below satisfactory grade on a major exam. College has done nothing but give you a shitload of insecurities lately and this just pushed you off the edge. The only thing that has been keeping you sane was the knowledge that you had someone who you can run to at the end of the day. Someone who is willing to listen to your rants and would do almost anything to cheer you up.

That day, however, none of Mark’s usual encouragement worked on you. He was getting frustrated hearing you downplay yourself because of a single exam. You started going on about how stupid you felt, how staying up all night to study did nothing but make you ugly. Mark countered every insult you threw at yourself, throwing in a few jokes here and there, all of which you ignored. But when you went on about how all of this made you unworthy of anything, how no one could possibly love you in this state, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I love you,” he snapped, cutting you off from your long self-deprecating speech. 

“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to say that,” you whined, clearly missing the point.

Mark, on the other hand, was barely holding it all inside. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “No, idiot. I love you. Stop saying no one could love you, because I do. And not just because you’re my best friend.”

It wasn’t until you noticed his hands were quivering that you realized what he really meant. Looking back on it, you couldn’t help but hate yourself. You were sure it took a lot of his courage (and frustration) to come clean to you like that, and you couldn’t even take him seriously at first.

“Mark, no,” you remember telling him.

“I do. I hate that I do, but I do.” He looked away. “I love you and I know you’re feeling burdened right now, but you don’t have to say it back.”

A part of you broke that day. You hated rejecting people after having gone through several rejections yourself. It’s the worst feeling. You always wished there was a way you could always return people’s feelings just so no one would get hurt, but the universe just doesn’t work that way.

You muttered about a hundred sorries to which Mark replied a hundred ‘it’s okay’s. Maybe it was meant to make you feel better, but it just felt like your heart was getting ripped off your chest.

Mark didn’t stay long after that. You didn’t even get to help him with his report. He said sorry for suddenly dropping the L-word and you said sorry for not being able to say it back. He smiled sadly and it took your everything not to cry. He asked if he could hug you and you didn’t even answer. You just went straight into his arms, burying your head in his chest like you’ve done so many times before, breathing heavily to keep yourself from breaking down. And when the two of you pulled away, he insisted on being alone for a while. You said okay followed by another sorry.

You didn’t know “being alone for a while” meant ignoring you for god knows how long. You see him at uni but he wouldn’t even meet your eye. Even when you share the same class, he would choose to sit as far from you as possible. Once, he entered a cafe you were in and upon seeing you inside, he immediately turned around and walked away.

He’s ignoring you and he isn’t even being subtle about it. Mark Lee could never be subtle about anything, not even his feelings. You really were just too blind to realize anything.

Even other people saw how he felt. People used to come up to you all the time and ask about your “boyfriend” Mark. Sure, you would blush, shy that people thought you’re in a relationship with your best friend. When you explain that you weren’t actually dating, you would get the same shocked reaction every time. One of your friends even said you acted more like a couple than most people in a relationship do. You always thought it was just because you and Mark were such good friends.

“Friends don’t hold hands in public,” you remember Renjun saying.

“We don’t hold hands. He just grabs me and drags me to places,” you said defensively.

“And they don’t hug each other and stare at each other’s eyes while talking about pizza,” Jaemin scoffed.

You just rolled your eyes at them. It never crossed your mind that maybe they were right. You and Mark have never acted like how friends should. Maybe it’s the reason why you’re in this mess after all.

You sighed to yourself. You miss him. You can’t even pretend that you don’t. He’s become such a huge part of your everyday life that you couldn’t just ignore the sudden empty space he left when he said he wanted to be alone. You know he needed time to be by himself. But a part of you keeps holding on to his promise that even after his confession, you two would still be friends. And friends text each other, right? So all your attempts at communication depended on just that.

Thursday, 5:31 PM

You: wanna go watch a movie? i’ll buy the tickets.

Mark: cant. i have an exam tomorrow. sorry :/ maybe next time?

You: oh. okay. goodluck on your exam :)

Friday, 2:21 AM

You: [photo] this is possibly the cutest cat photo i’ve seen in awhile

Mark: that’s cute but dogs are still cuter

You: … okay?

Mark: go to sleep, y/n

Friday, 12:03 PM

You: i know you dont have class rn. have lunch w me?

Mark: oh i already ate with jaemin. sorry!!

You: it’s okayyyy :>> i’ll see u later? it’s friday night sooo we can hang out.

Mark: idk the boys already asked me to go out tonight

You: oh okay have fun!

Saturday, 6:54 PM

You: maaaark

Mark: y/nnn

You: [types] i miss you kajdhfhdksjdh [deletes]

You: nothing haha wanna grab some coffee?

Saturday, 7:01 PM

You: nvm haha have a nice nighhhttt

Sunday, 10:21 PM

You: hey can we talk

Mark: ???

You: please?

Mark: ye what about?

You: you said we’d still be friends

Mark: lol aren’t we?

You: this isn’t how friends talk to each other. i miss having an actual conversation with you.

You: we dont even see each other anymore.

Mark: i literally reply more to u than i do to jaem wdym haha

You: wow fine okay

Mark: ?????

You: i guess i deserve that haha

Mark: im tired y/n. night.

You: :( nighttt

You checked your messages for the nth time, reading everything as if something was gonna miraculously change with the cold conversation thread. Your fingers have been hovering over the keypad, typing and deleting ‘i miss you’ and ‘talk to me’ for about a hundred times already.

You don’t get why you can’t just say it. What’s so wrong with telling your best friend you miss him? Why is it so hard to press send? Why are you suddenly so afraid of how he would reply or if he would even reply at all?

It was only 10:30 in the evening. You know for sure Mark is only lying about going to sleep. He never sleeps this early unless he really is tired. He does nothing on Sundays so he can’t possibly be tired. Sundays are usually just the two of you hanging out in his apartment or yours, just to watch movies or study together. So what did he do today?

“Stop thinking about him,” you grumbled to yourself. “It’s just Mark. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

But that’s not the point, a voice inside your head said. Just tell him you miss him.

You typed it again, ‘I miss you,’ but deleted it as soon as it was finished. Again. 

You’ve spent everyday with Mark that it suddenly hurts to think he’s enjoying the time you usually spend together alone. It’s crazy how you can’t stop thinking about how his day went or if he’s okay or whether he’s eaten or not. You know how stubborn he can be. Sometimes, he’d get so engulfed in whatever he’s doing that he would accidentally skip meals unless you remind him otherwise. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself. You figured you won’t ever be left at peace if you don’t do anything about whatever you’re feeling, so you decided to text Jaemin.

Sunday, 10:52 PM

You: jaeeem hi :)

Jaemin: y/n!!!!! hello :>

You: sorry for bothering you but have you talked to mark lately?

Jaemin: im talking to him rn haha why? you want me to ask him something?

You: not really hahaha how is he?

Jaemin: haha why not ask him yourself

You: he doesnt wanna talk to me lol pls just answer

Jaemin: he’s stubborn as always. he wont listen to me.

You: why, what’s he doing?

Jaemin: idk but it’s definitely not talking to you ksjdjkd

You: … very funny

Jaemin: sorry lmaooo he’s running on an hour or two of sleep everyday

You: jaemin!! why won’t you scold him?

Jaemin: we do! he just doesn’t listen. u know he only listens to you.

Jaemin: idk why you guys still arent together lmao bunch of idiots tbh

You: we’re just friends

Jaemin: rlly? oh btw mark hyung is looking for his save the bees shirt. did u see it anywhere?

You: yeah he left it here like two weeks ago when he slept over

Jaemin: LMAOOO DOESNT SOUND LIKE FRIENDS TO ME CHIEF

You: i fckingskjfhfn hate you

Jaemin: HJSJSHHDJD ok but seriously tho mark hyung is fine. just give him time, he’ll come around.

Jaemin: he misses you but u didnt hear it from me

Jaemin: ok bye he’s getting suspicious now lol

You: idk how you’re both an angel and the devil at the same time

You: anw thanks jaem. dont tell him i asked about him lol byeee

You sighed, putting your phone down in surrender. Your mind was more of a mess now than it was before you talked to Jaemin. You hate that he makes sense especially about the weird, more-than-friendly dynamics of your relationship with Mark. But more importantly, your head was beginning to be overfilled with worry.

Mark runs on barely two hours of sleep everyday. No wonder he always looks so out of it whenever you see him in the hallway. You wanted to call him, to tell him that he should sleep already, to remind him that he shouldn’t overwork himself, that doing just enough is okay. But you know he doesn’t want to talk to you. The cold replies and the ‘????’ were more than enough to tell you that.

Still, you figured it was worth a try sending him a little reminder. So you grabbed your phone once again and typed a message, revealing a little more of your emotions than you intended to. And before you could even think twice about it, you hit send.

Sunday, 11:04 PM

You: hey i know you’re still not asleep. dont worry, you dont have to reply to me. i just wanna tell you that you should take care of yourself. i know you. you’re stubborn and sometimes you won’t sleep or eat unless someone reminds you to so,, this is me reminding you haha. stop overworking yourself mark, please? you cant be sick cause i cant take care of you since you wont talk to me… lol jk. but seriously, get more rest (and talk to me,, hahah jk again unless u wanna ;)) please go to sleep now. goodnight. see you around i guess.

You stopped texting Mark after that. You wondered if he would find the initiative to talk to you first if you didn’t start the conversation. Now, two days have passed and your sleep reminder remains to be the last message on your conversation thread. You couldn’t say it didn’t hurt. You were hoping for at least a small thanks but didn’t get anything at all.

You were starting to get more and more frustrated as the days went by. It’s so unfair that you are slowly losing your best friend because of this. It’s unfair that you can’t even be mad at him because you just broke his heart. You wished there was any way you could have changed what happened, but the past remains to be written.

That afternoon, you passed by one of the cafes you and Mark always go to. You went inside, suddenly craving their special banana muffin which he introduced to you some months ago. The owner recognized you right away as you came up to the cashier.

“You’re not with your boyfriend today?” she asked.

You felt your heart skip a beat and not in a good way. It hurt. You figured there was no use in explaining since she probably won’t believe that Mark is not your boyfriend so you just smiled sadly and answered, “No.”

The lady somehow talked you into buying two muffins so you can bring one to your “boyfriend.” After handing her your payment, you realized maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Mark always brings you stuff whenever you’re mad or upset. He knows exactly what you’re craving for even before you knew you were craving for it. Why not try if it works on him?

As soon as you headed out the cafe, you whipped your phone out to text Jaemin, asking if he knew where Mark was. It’s Tuesday, his most free day of the week so he could be anywhere. Jaemin replied not after five minutes.

Jaemin: not sure but he mentioned something about the library??

You: okay thank you!

From that, you knew exactly where Mark is. There was a small patio-like spot beside the library that he likes going to. Not a lot of people utilize the place since the tables and chairs are almost always filled with dried fallen leaves from the surrounding trees but Mark likes the thought of being close to nature.

That day though, there were more people around the area than usual. It was lunchtime so most people were out of the classrooms. Still, it wasn’t hard spotting Mark. It has never been much of a challenge finding him in a crowd of people. You saw him as soon as he came into view, sitting by the table on the corner under one of the ginkgo trees. He had his laptop open and a box of food beside it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration one moment and then he was laughing the next. 

You were about to make your way towards him but immediately stopped in your tracks when you realized he wasn’t alone.

You didn’t know who the girl was. You’ve seen her a lot of times in class and in the hallway. You even have a vague memory of Mark talking to her one time. But you never really bothered to learn her name. She had that soft, innocent look that goes so well with her shy smile. She had her hair tucked in her ears to show just enough of her pretty face. She was beautiful. Unconventionally but undeniably. But none of that mattered.

When she said something with a smirk and Mark let out his trademark laugh, nose scrunching, hand repeatedly hitting the table, shoulders shaking and all, it felt like something punched you in the stomach. He uttered something in reply and now both of them are clutching their sides for laughing too hard. 

He looks happy, you thought, I should be, too.

But you aren’t. You continued watching their exchange, him showing her something on his laptop and both of them laughing once again. Your chest felt heavy, like something was sitting on it and now it hurts to breathe. You didn’t realize you’ve been clutching the plastic bag containing the muffin too hard until you felt the sting of nails digging on your palms. You knew you should look away but you couldn’t. You wanted to run towards him. You wanted to tell the girl to scooch over so you can sit beside Mark and give him his muffin.

This is pathetic. I should be happy for him, you said to yourself. But why am I not?

You wanted to be angry, to scream and say that it should be you he’s laughing like that with. To say that it’s you he should be spending his time with. You wanted to ask if he still feels the way he said he does about you. And if he does, then why this? But you remained glued to the ground.

You hated how you were being selfish. You rejected him, remember? So why do you expect him to follow your tails like an intoxicated mad dog? Why can’t you be happy at the possibility that he found someone that feels the same way he does? Why does it… hurt? It’s not supposed to. If you really are friends, then him being happy with someone after your rejection should make you happy as well. If you really are friends, then you shouldn’t be standing here looking stupid, watching them from afar, wishing he’s with you instead.

“What are you looking at?”

You jumped at the sudden disruption, almost dropping your muffins. “What the hell, Jaemin?!” you whined, finally looking away from Mark.

“Mark hyung and Mina?” he snorted.

So that’s her name. “No,” you lied, forcing yourself to take a step away, then another, then another.

“Are you jealous?” Jaemin teased. “Have you finally realized you’re also whipped for our hyung?”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Then why are you almost crying?” 

You blinked. You didn’t even realize the tears pooling in your eyes. Why are you being like this? “Shut up. I’m not.”

Jaemin only shrugged. “Fine. Torture yourself, then.” He smirked. “By the way, Jeno and I are inviting people to our place this Friday after exams. Just some drinks and maybe karaoke, I don’t know. We all deserve a break from hell. Wanna come?”

You didn’t reply. Your mind was too preoccupied with other things.

“Mark hyung is coming,” he said. “Maybe Mina too.”

“I don’t wanna go,” you said immediately, suddenly coming up with a decision.

The boy laughed. “You are jealous! God, I love it when you prove yourself wrong. You shouldn’t be though. You already know he likes you.”

“I’m not jealous! Stop it,” you whined, really wanting to cry this time. Everything is so frustrating and Jaemin is not being of any help. You wanted to go home and just wrap yourself in your blanket and maybe one of Mark’s hoodies.

“Then come to our place this Friday. It’s gonna be fun.” He grinned.

“Fine. Whatever. Just get away from me, you little shit,” you said, kicking him lightly in the butt.

You didn’t know if it was a lie or not but if Mark really is seeing someone now, you just didn’t like the idea of seeing them flirt with each other in front of your eyes. Even the thought of it makes you want to pull all your hair out. Is that considered jealousy? If so, why are you feeling it for someone who’s supposed to be just a friend?

Thursday came and you found yourself crying after realizing the shirt you’ve been wearing the whole day was Mark’s. No wonder he looked surprised seeing you in the hallway. He looked away immediately though, acting as if you weren’t there. It didn’t even cross your mind since you use this shirt quite a lot.

After calming yourself down, you put your playlist on shuffle and cried some more after Friends by Ed Sheeran started playing. You didn’t even realize how fitting the song was for your situation until now. Mark probably did.

You remembered him singing that song once. The two of you were just lounging in his apartment. He was playing his guitar while you pretended to study when in reality you were just looking at him. You watched as his fingers plucked and strummed the guitar strings while he softly mumbled lyrics, head bobbing to the tune. He’s good. Unsurprisingly, since he’s good at everything.

When he realized you were staring at him, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes, one side of his lips curling up into a smirk. “No, my friends won’t love me like you do,” he sang. 

You looked away, your cheeks heating up almost immediately. It was hard to focus on your readings when he’s sitting right in front of you looking like that, singing like that. You sighed. He truly was never being subtle about how he felt.

After finishing the song, Mark put his guitar down and laid his head on your lap, not even bothering to ask if it’s okay. That’s how comfortable you were with each other.

“What are you doing?” You remember whining.

“Wake me up after 15 minutes,” he said, already closing his eyes. You took a photo of him that night. He’s cute when he’s asleep. Even cuter when you look at him up close. 

Of course, you just had to search your camera roll to find the photo. When you did, it felt as if a storm was raging on your stomach and a gorilla was pounding on your chest. It never dawned to you just how much it hurts that he suddenly left you alone until that moment.

“Goddamn, I miss you so much,” you muttered, looking at his peaceful expression in the photo.

And then you cried some more. You feel lost.

All you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and inhale his scent and listen to how his day went (and maybe accidentally fall asleep together). It sucks because you really had no one else to turn to. The single person who has always been your safe place doesn’t want to talk to you and even if he did, you really wouldn’t know what to say. Perhaps friends really aren’t like that. The thought of everyone being right when they said that maybe you and Mark were never really just friends has never been stronger than it was tonight.

Still, you couldn’t be bothered to sort your feelings out.

He feels like home, you thought. It was the best way to explain the sense of comfort and safety and the feeling of being more than enough that he provides you. It’s the only thing you can think of when your mind drifts to how he is always the constant person that you run to at the end of the day. But friends can feel like home, too, right?

Not to this extent. Not really.

Friday. You found yourself aimlessly roaming around the neighborhood after your classes in the hopes of distracting yourself from your feelings or whatever the hell they’re supposed to be called. You wouldn’t have remembered Jaemin’s party if you didn’t happen to pass by their apartment building.

You stood in front of it for two solid minutes, contemplating whether to go or not.

Mark might be there, you thought. With everything that’s going on in your head and with all the mess happening in your chest, would it really be a good idea to see him? You thought maybe all these things you’re feeling are just a result of missing him. All these sadness and confusion might just be because you miss your best friend.

So you entered the building. You told yourself that you’ll try talking to him again this time, no matter how stubborn he’s going to be. And if it still doesn’t change anything, then you will take it as a sign to let him go. If not forever, then at least for now.

You reached the door to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment. Even from the outside, the sound of the bass can already be heard. You wondered how long before the neighbors would file a complaint against them, but knowing Jaemin and Jeno, their neighbors are probably inside, partying with them right now.

Before entering, you looked down on your chest just to make sure you were wearing your own shirt and not Mark’s. It didn’t feel right wearing his stuff anymore. God, it really felt like you just broke up. Why is it like this?

You took a deep breath and opened the door. There were already a lot of people inside even if it was just 8 in the evening. Most of them, you know the faces of. You smiled to greet some and muttered a hi to others.

Renjun spotted you as soon as you came into the living room. “Y/N!” He grinned, handing you a cup of god knows what. “Jaemin said he invited you but we were all pretty sure you were gonna ghost us. But you didn’t!”

You laughed hesitantly. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Drink up. It’s a cocktail I made myself,” he said proudly, almost forcing the cup into your mouth.

You took a sip, figuring it won’t do any harm but you spat the liquid back to the cup as soon as it touched your tongue. “What the hell did you put in this?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. I just mixed in everything I could find. Thanks for trying it out though. I’ve been looking for a volunteer for five minutes already.”

You frowned. There were a lot of things you were unsure of at the moment but there is one thing that’s certain: you have weird friends. You were about to complain to Renjun when he plucked the cup from your grip and went on to find another victim, not even bothering to listen when you said you literally spat on the cup.

Mark didn’t seem to be anywhere. The apartment wasn’t that big so if he was here, it would be easy to spot him. Maybe he decided not to show up after knowing you were coming. And honestly, part of you was relieved. As much as you wanted to talk to him, you still didn’t know what to say. 

I’m sorry I broke your heart, but I miss you so much and I did a lot of thinking and maybe we really shouldn’t be labeled as just friends but I don’t know if I love you, is that okay? That’s just stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

You wanted to leave. Parties have never really been your thing. You usually just go because Mark asked you to since he loves interacting with people. But you figured you needed some alcohol in your system, mainly as a distraction, but also to give you a boost of courage just in case. So you made your way to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with anyone as much as possible.

You stopped in your tracks as you came to the kitchen. The sound of that laugh was all too familiar.

Great, you thought. Mark was there. And Mina was too. But so were Jeno and Jaemin who exchanged looks as soon as their eyes landed on you. They were all laughing about something before you came.

“You’re here!” Jaemin said a little too enthusiastically in a poor attempt to address the sudden increase of tension in the room.

“Hi,” you said, smiling sheepishly, purposefully avoiding Mark’s gaze which you could feel boring into you. “Just gonna get a drink.”

“Help yourself,” Jeno said. Jaemin smirked beside him. 

The refrigerator was just beside Mark. Just great, you thought again. You walked towards it, desperately trying to ignore the four pairs of eyes following your every move.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, still not looking at your best friend.

Mark took a step sideways before opening the fridge for you. You muttered a quick thanks before grabbing the first bottle your hands landed on, not even bothering to check what it was. You really just wanted to get out of there. Maybe the talking to Mark plan was flawed from the beginning because you clearly can’t find the courage in you to face him now.

Beside you, Mark clicked his tongue. He was so close that you could smell his perfume mixed with a bit of alcohol. It made your knees weak. 

He took the bottle from your hand and put it back before grabbing a different one and handing it to you. “The other one had vodka. Vodkas give you a headache, remember?” he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

“Oh.” Your voice sounded small even to your own ears. Not gonna lie, you wanted to cry at that moment. “Thanks.”

You could hear Jaemin snickering behind you but you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care. You turned to everyone and said a quick goodbye before dashing out of the kitchen.

Your heart was beating hard and rapidly and not because you moved too fast. You didn’t know why but it hurt seeing Mark like that, like he was okay, like nothing changed with the two of you. It hurt knowing that even after everything, he still knows you the best.

You wanted to run. You wanted to disappear. But you couldn’t leave without passing by the kitchen. Somehow, you know someone in there would stop you. If not Mark, then definitely Jaemin. But you really wanted to be alone. So you resorted to the next best thing. You whipped your phone out and sent Jaemin a text.

You: thanks for inviting me to this party. now i feel like shit :D

Jaemin: IM SORRY BUT DONT LEAVE YET TF

You:  i need to be alone and i cant leave without passing by the kitchen and seeing mark. so pls let me use your room for a while.

You: i wont do anything i promise. i just need to calm down.

Jaemin: fine but dont lock the door

You: okay thanks

The door to Jaemin’s room was at the other end of the apartment. You made your way through the noisy crowd, slipping from Renjun’s weird gimmicks when he tried to make you a victim once again, before finally reaching the quiet confines of Jaemin’s room.

The thin walls barely blocked the noise but at least there was no one else here. You sat at the edge of the bed and placed the beer bottle on the floor. You forgot you didn’t even manage to open it. So you just stared at your feet, trying to catch your breath even if you didn’t do anything. That heavy feeling on your chest was back again. It was now associated with being in Mark’s presence.

You started counting to ten to calm yourself down before burying your face on your palms, breaking down into sobs as soon as your forehead came in contact with your fingers. “God, why can’t I just…” you cried, “... admit it to myself already?”

You wanted to thrash around in the bed in frustration but you thought Jaemin didn’t deserve such a mess so you settled with getting up and lightly banging your head against the door. It’s a bad habit you do when you feel annoyed or frustrated. Mark has always been reminding you to stop before you hurt yourself.

Mark. Again. You groaned, hitting your head a little harder this time.

Someone knocked on the door making you stop. You took a step back, thinking you just imagined it. But there it was again.

“Someone’s here,” you said, trying to hide the sound of your voice breaking.

“I know. Can I come in?” It was Mark. There was no question. 

Your heart started pounding on your chest once again. You wanted to tell him to go away but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do so. 

He took your silence as a yes. He swung the door slightly and poked his head through the small opening. Your hands immediately flew to your face to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“You know, I came in here because I didn’t wanna see you when I pass by the kitchen if I leave then you come here making me look like a clown,” you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

Mark chuckled softly. “Why didn’t you wanna see me?”

You didn’t reply. Your face felt hot, not just because of the tears that just won’t stop falling but also because all the blood has come rushing to your cheeks.

Mark grabbed both your wrists and gently lowered your hands down, trying to see your face, but your head bent down as soon as it wasn’t covered. “Y/N, look at me,” he said, hands still on your wrists.

“No.”

“Are you crying?” The idiot crouched down to have a glimpse of your face making you whine and cover your face again. “Last I checked, I should be the one looking brokenhearted around here.”

“God I hate you,” you mumbled. “You ignored me for nearly four weeks and you come in here just to make fun of me.”

He let out an empty laugh. “Well, you did break my heart so…”

At that, you removed your hands from your face to look at him. You were going to say sorry but Mark had that smug look on his face that made you want to punch him. It was almost convincing if you weren’t so good at reading the real emotions in his eyes. His expression softened upon finally seeing you properly.

He looked away, not being able to hold your gaze either. That just confirmed how hard he was trying to keep up with the exterior he was showing everyone.

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice breaking.

He sighed.  “I told you. It’s okay.”

“But it’s not,” you cried. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t realize how easy it was to misread what we had because let’s face it, we don’t act like ‘just friends.’ I’m sorry because I was too blind to see how you felt even when you weren’t really trying to hide it. I’m sorry because even though I rejected you, I was so selfish that I still wanted to keep you for myself without realizing that you probably needed to be away from me to move on. I’m sorry because…” you swallowed.

Mark was just looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised in anticipation of what you were going to say next. You missed him. You missed that cute face of his. You missed being in his presence. You missed his voice and his laugh and how he loves teasing you even if he probably feels like shit inside. You missed everything. Four weeks have been too long without each other. Four weeks is too long without your best friend. Four weeks is too long without your home. And that’s when you realized…

“... I can’t let you go. And I might be too late, but I’m sorry that I only just realized why.”

“Why?” he asked. 

It was a simple question. Why? Yet it managed to carve out every single feeling you’ve ever felt for this boy. Every little moment he made you laugh. Every small heartbreak you get when he fails to keep his tiny promises. Every single night you ‘accidentally’ fell asleep next to each other. Every ounce of fulfillment you get when you finally convince him to sleep after a long day. Every goodnight. Every good morning. Everything.

“I love you,” you said. It sounded almost like an exhale.

For a moment, Mark didn’t reply. Your head immediately started swarming with unwelcomed thoughts. Maybe you were too late. You almost forgot about Mina who he seems to be having an excellent time with. Maybe he managed to move on within those four weeks. It’s possible, right? You had your chance and you missed it. 

Finally, Mark let out a laugh, his head falling down to look at the floor. “I told you you didn’t have to say it back,” he said, voice soft.

You shook your head. “I’m not saying it because you said it first,” you said. “I realize this might be the worst timing but I just thought you should know you weren’t the only one being stupid enough to fall for their best friend. I was just too dumb to realize that that’s what it was.”

“Why would it be the worst timing?” He frowned.

You felt like crying again. You really wish you had some alcohol in your system right now. Why is this whole confession thing taking so long? “‘Cause you’re dating Mina? Or trying to. I don’t know. I tried not keeping tabs on you because our friends are assholes who wouldn’t stop teasing me. She’s pretty, by the way. You two look good together.”

Mark laughed again. It was raw and real this time, and god, the way your chest tightened in endearment at the sound was so pure. “You thought me and Mina are dating?”

“Aren’t you? I’ve seen you guys together a lot.” Well, once. But you tend to overestimate things.

“No!” He snorted. “Jaemin and I are trying to get her and Jeno together. If anything, she made me realize that we definitely aren’t just friends.”

“Really?” Now you just feel stupid. But what else is new? It’s all you’ve been feeling lately. Come to think of it, Mark and Mina didn’t even come close to how you two act with each other.

“Really,” he said. “Friends don’t stay at each other’s place and cuddle with each other just to fall asleep, Y/N. Besides, I said I love you, didn’t I? Did you really think that’s just gonna go away that quickly?”

“Mark, I can’t even sort my feelings out. How am I supposed to figure out how yours work?” You sighed.

“Fine. Just to be clear, I still love you. Even if you don’t, I love you,” he said, taking both your hands and placing it on his shoulder before putting his on your waist.

“But I do.”

“Say it then.”

“I love you. Even if you’re the dorkiest person I know, I love you.” Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. You’ve run your hands through his hair so many times before. You wondered why it never crossed your mind that you liked doing it not because his hair is soft but because you were sucker for the domestic feeling of it.

Mark couldn’t stop himself from smiling that he had to bury his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m not used to this, sorry.”

“Me neither,” you laughed.

When he finally composed himself, he pulled away just enough to look at you. All those times you’ve stood this close before does not even compare to how it’s like right now. This is the perfect mix of feeling new but familiar.

“You have no idea how many mornings I fought the urge to kiss you whenever we wake up next to each other,” he said in a soft voice.

“Well, nothing’s stopping you know, is there?” you muttered, eyes fluttering to his lips.

You pulled Mark down by the neck as he pulled you closer to him, your lips finally connecting. The idea of kissing him isn’t new to you. There were so many times before that you’ve found yourself inches away from his face and slamming your lips together wouldn’t have been such a bad idea. But this is the first you actually kissed him yet he felt so familiar that you were almost sure you’ve done this a million times before. His lips were soft against yours that it made you weak in the knees. If he weren’t holding onto you like he was, you probably would’ve crumpled already.

The two of you pulled away, breathless.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That didn’t even come close to how I imagined it would feel like.”

You laughed. “This whole night didn’t come close to how I imagined it would be like. I thought you were gonna keep on ignoring me. And honestly, I wouldn’t know how to cope anymore because I really, really miss you already. So thanks for saving me.”

“Stop making me blush. I don’t know how I can possibly love you more than this.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. This was only one of the very few times that the reality went better than your expectations. But then again, maybe you and Mark have always been meant to happen. It was happening even before you realized it was. And now that you finally managed to sort how you both felt, there was no more wasting chances.

“Do I still have to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he asked.

“We’ve literally slept in the same bed so many times. I’d be more surprised if we’re not dating already,” you joked.

Mark grinned. “You’re literally the only one who didn’t realize that until today, but it’s okay, I still love you.”

You laughed. “Wanna go outside and pretend we didn’t make up? I’m 100% sure Jaemin betted on us.”

“I worry how your mind works sometimes, Y/N,” Mark said with a frown before kissing you on the forehead. “But let’s do it.”

You smiled. You’ve said it a lot but you really missed this proximity. You missed being able to hug him whenever you want, and now you can kiss him whenever you want too. You wanted to say you could get used to this, but the thing is… you already are.

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I KNOW I JUST WROTE ABOUT MARK BUT IM GONNA WRITE ABOUR MARK AGAIN IS THAT OK KSJFJFKD i just saw something really cute on twitter and it gave me an idea 🥺 (also if u wanna read about anyone, my asks and messages are always open love u)

#mark just hits differently ok #me saying things #send whatever #i love u all

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perhaps i’m obsessed with your blog? your aus are everything and your writing is pretty

my heart is so full jdhfhsks THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭💕

#🥺🥺🥺 #perhaps i love you???? #thank you im gonna go cry now 😭 #asks #💚

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[9:53 PM]  Mark must have been so tired to have lazily dropped on the couch as soon as he got to your apartment. Their practice ended about an hour ago but they got stuck in traffic somewhere, making the travel time longer than it should be. 

Once you opened the door, he gave you a tired smile, a light kiss on the lips and a soft “Hey, how’s your day?” before going to the couch and slumping on it.

“It was normal. You look exhausted,” you said, walking towards him. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, eyes already half-closed. “Just tired. We did like a hundred rounds of the choreo today.”

You didn’t know if it was an overestimation but seeing as how drained he looked, he might be telling the truth. You sat on the tiny space beside him, hands immediately flying to brush his hair which was still a bit soaked with sweat. “Do you need anything?” you asked.

“You,” he replied without missing a beat, a clear smirk visible on his face.

You rolled your eyes at the corny remark, shoving his face lightly with your hand, but you couldn’t deny the weird feeling it gave you in the stomach especially when your cheeks are tinged with a shade of bright pink. A year and a half together and this is still the effect he has on you.

“Seriously though, just cuddle with me,” he said, more serious this time.

“You’re all sweaty,” you said, but you were already finding your usual place beside him as Mark’s body adjusted to fit both of your frames on the crowded couch. The two of you moved around until you found a comfortable position with your forehead perfectly aligned with his lips, legs entangled with each other with no amount of space in between your bodies.

He let out a soft chuckle. “I changed my shirt before coming here, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, but you should take a shower,” you mumbled, already snuggling against his chest.

“Am I smelly?” he asked before cheekily adding, “You should shower with me.”

“I just showered.” You hit him in the arm, earning a loud laugh, reverberating from his chest to the rest of your body.

The truth is he still smelled good. No matter how sweaty and tired Mark gets, he still smells so attractive. You didn’t know if it was his cologne or the smell of his shirt or just him in general, but you’ve become so accustomed to his smell that every time it fills your senses, you just feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Take a shower,” you said again.

“Nap first.”

Mark closed his eyes. You started playing with his cheeks, lightly squishing and massaging it, occasionally tilting your head more to peck him on the lips, mumbling that he should take a shower before going to sleep. Mark managed to ignore you at first, but after one kiss that went a little deeper than the others, his eyes opened. 

“Y/N,” he groaned. “Let me sleep.”

You sat up, escaping the loose bond that his arms had around you. You went to your room to get the towel Mark leaves in your apartment for himself. “Take a shower first! It’ll make you sleep better. I’ll cuddle with you all you want after.”

“Why do you make my life miserable?” he whined cutely, but got up anyways.

“Stop overreacting,” you said, throwing him the towel.

You watched as he threw the towel over his shoulder and sauntered to the bathroom with eyes half closed. As he was about to enter, he turned around one last time. “I’m sorry. You don’t make my life miserable. I love you. Please shower with me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend who was standing there, pouting like a five year old. He really is one of a kind, and god only knows how lucky you are to be able to come home to this everyday.

“Get in there and I’ll think about it,” you said.

He grinned. “That’s a yes in Y/N language.”

You rolled your eyes. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he laughed, finally entering the bathroom but leaving the door open.

“Yeah, no, I don’t.”

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🌼~BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.~🌼

i am going to cry lakdhfhdj this is the sweetest thing ever 😭 THANK YOU SOMUCH MSJFHF

#im so soft dont touch me #TAHNK YOU REALLY #😭😭😭💚

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[10:21 PM] Jaehyun faked another laugh as Johnny let out yet another iconic punchline. He looked around, hoping his forced chuckles sounded real enough to mix with the genuine ones of everyone else.

It’s not like the party wasn’t fun. It was. The drinks were good. The food was good. The music was good. The people were good. All his closest friends were there. You were there. But so was Johnny.

Jaehyun had to force himself to look away for the nth time that night after catching himself staring at you. Most times, you were alone. It took all he had to keep himself from sauntering to wherever you were and engage in one of your usual conversations. The ones about your favorite films, his favorite films. The ones where you’d tell him about some random memory from third grade that you suddenly remembered. The ones where you’d argue over which frozen yogurt topping is the worst.

He knew you didn’t really like parties, which was ironic because your boyfriend seems to be the life of this one. He knew more than anyone that you wanted to go, and he was more than willing to take you.

But even before he could make up his mind, there was always those two pairs of arms that have already wrapped around your waist from behind. Lips that found their way to your neck, pecking your skin lightly. Jaehyun watched you giggle as Johnny whispered something in your ear.

He sighed to himself, looking away once again.

Four months. That’s how long he knew you before Johnny did. You two were strangers studying at the university library at the same time and you left your earphones at your apartment. Jaehyun’s happened to be lying on the table, unused. It took a lot of courage from you to borrow from the guy staring quietly out the window, but Jaehyun only nodded when you finally asked.

“I could sit there if you want to,” you offered, eyeing the empty chair beside him. “In case you’re not comfortable with people running away with your stuff.”

“Oh. Um. Sure.” He blinked. He doesn’t usually let strangers come into his personal space and borrow his things just like that, but there was something about you that just makes him feel like it’s okay. Surely, you meant no harm.

He was out of it that day. He was running on an hour of sleep and several cups of coffee with still a shitload of material to pass within the week, so he was a bit irritable. When you put on the earphones and pressed play, the volume was so loud that he could hear the song even with the buds already in your ears. Jaehyun had to tap you to tell you to quiet it down a bit, but you decided to just stop the music altogether. And then you got to talking.

Both of you lost an hour of study time due to that conversation, and you both failed your quizzes that afternoon, but to Jae, it was fine. To him, you were probably the best thing that happened that day.

After that incident, the two of you always study in the library together. You never told each other your schedules but it always seemed to match. The library had become your unofficial meeting place, until that one time. You accidentally bumped into Jaehyun on the way there, but he already went and it was closed. So he asked if you wanted to study at a cafe instead and you said yes without hesitation.

Jaehyun thought right then that this could become something else. He liked you. He was sure of that. He began subtly asking you out on small dates and you never failed to say yes. That is, until Johnny came. He was a new barista at the cafe you go to. He was better at wooing you than Jaehyun ever was. It didn’t take him long to have you swept off your feet and agreeing to be his girlfriend, leaving Jaehyun in the sidelines.

Now, he had to watch as you melted in Johnny’s arms, looking at him the way you used to look at Jaehyun. He had to force a smile everytime you ask how he is now that they don’t get to hang out as much. He had to keep himself from drinking too much because he knew that being drunk meant he wouldn’t have enough self control to stop himself from kissing you.

It should’ve been me, he thought. As cliche as it sounded, it was the only thing that goes on in his head. He knew you better. He knew you first. He liked you first. But being first isn’t always enough. He was too slow, a coward. He felt so secured in the slow-burn that he didn’t realize how strong a flame Johnny was and you were engulfed in him completely. Still, he wondered, after all you’ve told him and after all you’ve shared, if he asked first, would you have said yes to him, too?

#answer him adhkajsd #i miss you guys :(( #also the whole neo zone album sLAPS #talk to me :(( #nct imagines #nct au #nct timestamps #nct scenarios #nct prompts #nct blurbs #nct jaehyun au #nct jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #nct johnny imagines #nct johnny #nct sad hours #soft nct hours

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[7:29 PM] “Jungwoo, I’m home.” You beamed as you opened the door to your new apartment. All day, you’ve been wanting to say those words, excited that you and your boyfriend finally have a place to yourselves.

You and Jungwoo just moved in yesterday. You still haven’t sorted your things out. Once the two of you assembled the bed yesterday, you decided it was enough work for one night. So you expected a pretty messy apartment when you got home, but what you saw instead was something a bit different.

Your bright expression faltered, slowly turning into confusion as your eyes scanned the labeled boxes stacked up on one another, blankets strewn randomly here and there as if to serve as a makeshift gateway. In the middle of the chaos, your boyfriend popped up with his usual innocent smile.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly. “I made us a fort! Not to brag, but this is probably our best one yet.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the how he could not stop himself from jumping. “This looks like it took a lot of work. How long have you been home?”

“Like, two hours already. I set up the TV and got bored, so ta-da.” He smiled sheepishly.

“You’re too cute,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you dropped your purse somewhere along the messy apartment floor and made your way towards him. The excitement in your chest grew more and more with every step.

You couldn’t help but go back to the times when you were still so young and innocent, using everything you can find to build a makeshift world of your own. While you pretended to be Wendy and he pretended to be Peter Pan, neither of you never really imagined you’d fall for each other this hard. Maybe the best friends turned to lovers plot line isn’t always so tragic for everyone.

“Welcome, my lady,” Jungwoo said as he opened the ‘door’ to his fort which is basically a flattened box that he manually slides on the floor.

“Sliding door,” you said, “Nice touch.”

He winked.

“But isn’t that the box for my books?”

“Oh. Yeah, I stacked those on the shelf too. By series, according to order of release,” he said.

“Okay, this is why I love you.” You stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck, because as much as Jungwoo talks in small text and has the softest personality, his height didn’t quite get the memo.

“I know,” he replied cheekily, pecking you quickly on the tip of the nose. “I love you, too. Now, do you want me to take you on a tour of our nice new fort or do you wanna...”

“Netflix and chill?” You grinned.

Jungwoo groaned. “By netflix and chill, I know you literally mean netflix and chill, but you know that’s not how people use it.”

“Well, my netflix and chill could always lead to their netflix and chill, so...” You shrugged.

“Fine.” He sighed. “I’ll take your word for it.”

#it’s late but im just really happy jwoos is back wooh!! #i miss yall :(( #nct 127 au #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #jungwoo #nct smut #kim jungwoo #nct 127 imagines #jungwoo imagines #nct timestamps #nct soft hours #nct prompts

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shit nct says: jungwoo ver. ♡ happy birthday to nct’s funky cutie, kim jungwoo! thank you for always bringing bright and positive energy - it’s no wonder nct laughs at everything you say! we’re so glad to see you back and healthy, and please always remember that we love you ♡

#HAPPY JUNGWOO DAY!!!!!! #I MISS HIM #JUNGWOO BEST BOY

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAEHYUN ♡

#HAPPY JAEHYUN DAY #and belated happy valentines!!! #OUR VALENTINE BOY WHO IS SO PERFECT IN LITERALLY EVERYTHING #jaehyun #nct 127 #nct

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HAPPY JOHNNY DAY! 📸

happy birthday to neo city’s mt. everest johnny suh! 🏔 thank you being someone czennies look up to (get it 🤣) i hope this year will bring you an abundance of love & happiness 💖✨

#this highkey made me tear up ksjhfh #HappyJohnnyDay #nct

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HAPPY JOHNNY DAY!!! can i just say im so in love with his mind 😩✨

shit nct says: johnny ver. ♡ happy birthday to nct’s warm-hearted giant, johnny seo! thank you for being a comfortable presence in nct and for always making everyone laugh! we’re wishing you another year filled with love, happiness, music and coffee - we love you! ♡

#HAPPY JOHNNY DAY #JOHNNY BESTEST BOY #nct #nct 127 #johnny #happyjohnnyday

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[3:21 AM] It was one of those nights. You were trying to pull an all-nighter finishing a major requirement that was due the next day. You’ve been going at it for seven hours now, mostly ignoring Yuta’s subtle pleas to give yourself a break and him some attention. But you couldn’t afford to waste some time.

“Can’t you do it while sitting on the bed?” Yuta pouted.

“No. Yuta, I love you, but we both know you’re just going to distract me even if you promise not to,” you said.

He groaned loudly, rolling his eyes.

After a lot of convincing, a few sorries, and a short and sweet makeout session, Yuta finally agreed to go to bed without you. He couldn’t sleep at first, already not used to not having you cuddled up in his arms at night. He wanted to drag you to bed and just lock you in his embrace, but he was also willing to respect your own responsibilities to yourself. After what seemed like forever, the tiredness from endlessly scrolling through his phone finally set in allowing sleep to settle in.

Some hours later, after seeing there were only a few minor revisons left on your paper, you decided to give up. You could already feel the overbearing weight of stress on your shoulders and you badly needed a relief. But the single person who could give you that was, of course, already asleep.

With heavy steps and exhausted eyes, you made your way to your room, opening the door a little bit louder than you intended to. The only thing on your mind at the moment was that you needed your boyfriend’s arms around you. You needed your safe place.

Yuta stirred, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes squinting at the light coming from outside the door, barely covered by your silhouette. He watched silently as the door closed, returning the room to its previous darkness. Even with the lack of light, he could see you walk towards him, climbing his side of the bed instead of yours.

“You’re done?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded your head as you placed your body on top of his, your lips finding his smooth, plump ones with ease despite the dark environment. “I’m so tired,” you mumbled against him, “and I miss you like hell.”

Yuta smiled into the kiss, pulling away slightly. “I can see that,” he said.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t confused. Usually, when you’re dead tired from doing academics or anything else, you’d just drop on your usual spot beside him and wrap your arms around his torso a little tighter than usual. But today, you were being a bit more... intimate, opting for a kiss than a simple cuddle in the closest proximity you could be with each other.

His confusion grew bigger as you made your way down his body, your hands finding the hem of his oversized hoodie, lifting it up.

“What are you doing?” Yuta asked. It was 3 in the morning, he just woke up, but there was a sudden excited energy flowing through his veins. He wasn’t sure what you were up to and he didn’t want to assume. But his body already knows what it wants.

“I’m cold. I need you,” you muttered sleepily, crawling at the inside of his hoodie.

He gasped at the contact of your cold fingers against the warm skin of his tummy. He was half-expecting you to start planting kisses all across his chest and on his abs like you usually do, making him feel like he’s going to cloud 9 and beyond. But after he felt you lay your head on his chest, you didn’t move another inch. Your breathing fell evenly and he felt your whole body begin to relax.

Yuta couldn’t help but chuckle. So this is what I need you meant, he thought. How ridiculously unpredictable of you.

It was a bit hard to breathe, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of your weight on top of him or if it was the overwhelming love and endearment he’s feeling at the moment. His whole body felt warm and tingly at the thought of you half-hugging his torso like it was your life source.

He loves it when you’re being clingy like this. He loves how it makes him feel needed, like he’s the only one who could take away all your worries. Like somehow, the feeling of being with him is enough. Like he is enough. He’s thankful that your whole relationship is grounded on the assurance that, for the two of you, each other is enough, even more.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Yuta muttered softly as he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in your safe place.

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