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sixzeroes · 2 years

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high school boys.

summary | a drunk night with your cousin’s best friends leads to a little fraternizing with the most mischievous of them all; lee donghyuck.

characters | donghyuck x reader(f); ft. cousin!jaemin, jeno, renjun, karina (aespa).

genres | smut, pwnp, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, alcohol consumption, underage drinking (korean age), kitchen sex, sex on the counter, gagging, pet names (babe/baby), tipsy rina cockblocking bc she needs a cup of water, mischievous hyuck, all filth with bad smut writing lmfao </3

word count | 3.7k.

pls read!! in no way am i sexualizing teens; in korea, the school year starts in march, seven months later than north american schools. in this ff, mc is the same age as hyuck, but bc she’s not from korea, she’s already graduated and in university whereas 00l + rina are set to graduate soon in february. hope that makes sense!!

you: jaemin who the fuck are the ppl in the living room

In the heat of the bathroom, you crouch against the locked door, ears attentively listening for any voices that sound from the other side. Your heart beats at a rapid pace, resonating louder than the running fan. Sweat mixes with the shower residue and you briefly ponder if you need to step in the shower again. One hand clutches the bath towel hugging your damp body, the other gripping your phone for dear life. When you fail to receive a reply from your cousin, you furiously send another text.

you: JAEMIN!!!1!1!!!

Beyond the bathroom door, you hear a girl call, “Jaemin! You’ve got a text from someone!”

“From who?”

“Uh—‘Thanos’?”

Oh. That’s you.

In a matter of seconds, your phone buzzes from a new notification. It’s from Jaemin.

bane of my existence: ??? what

you: the ppl??

bane of my existence: they’re my friends

you: can they leave?? or move into ur room?? i need to pass by and i can’t w them there

bane of my existence: tf? don’t be shy just walk past us damn

you: dude. i’m in the bathroom naked. you: all i have is a fucking towel you: u should’ve told me ur friends would be coming over at 10 fucking pm

bane of my existence: i forgot lol we came straight from school

you: asshole you: my clothes r in my room so pls relocate ur friends ???

bane of my existence: ur so annoying

you: thank u ily <33

“Let’s move to my room,” you hear Jaemin say, a chorus of agreements following shortly. It takes less than a minute for the party to move from the living room to Jaemin’s bedroom, a text message from the boy letting you know that the coast is clear.

Slowly, you push yourself up from the bathroom floor, a spark of pain jolting down your legs—a cramp from crouching for too long. You turn off the fan, unlock the door, and poke your head out to scan the area. The living room is, indeed, void of any humans, allowing you to dash across without being caught semi-naked.

You click the bathroom light off, prop the door open, and sprint to your room as fast as you can. The door to your bedroom closes with a soft bang behind you.

Safe.

A feeling of ease settles within your gut as you move over to your closet, digging around your suitcase to find a set of undergarments to wear. After slipping on some comfortable pieces, you grab a black sweater and toss on a pair of white sweatpants. You flop on your bed, ready to scroll through your social media.

And then you remember the dirty clothes you accidentally left in the bathroom.

Specifically, a beige bralette and a pair of bear-print underwear.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Panic rises to your throat as you scramble off of your bed, twisting the door handle and scurrying out of your bedroom. You dart to the bathroom, but it’s too late; the door opens as a boy clad in a school uniform shouts, “Hey, Jaemin! Tell your girlfrie—woah!”

You nearly crash into his tall figure, frantic eyes making contact with his surprised ones. Just behind him, you spot your undergarments littered on the floor. Embarrassing.

“What do you want?” Your cousin’s voice grows louder with each word until he’s standing at the doorway of his bedroom. His eyebrow cocks up upon seeing you. “Y/N? Are you seducing my friend or something?”

You reel back in disgust. “No! God, Jaemin. Just go back to your friends.”

“One of my friends is in front of you, trapped.”

Ah, right.

You glance at the guy Jaemin’s referring to and stiffen. He’s hot, lowkey your type, but adorns a playful smile. He reeks of mischief.

“Are you the owner of those cute panties in the bathroom?” he muses, leaning against the doorframe. If you weren’t feeling hot before, you sure are now, embarrassed out of your mind.

You clear your throat. “Yes. Now, move aside, please. I need to grab my cute panties.”

When you try to step into the bathroom, the guy shifts over to effectively block you from entering. You glance at him with mildly puzzled eyes, and he returns an amused expression. “Hey, come hangout with us.”

“No thanks,” you decline, “I don’t hangout with high schoolers.”

Jaemin snorts from behind you. “You’re literally the same age as us.”

Fuck you, Na Jaemin.

You regret leaving your room. It would’ve been better had you just stayed snuggled underneath your warm sheets, letting Jaemin explain to his friend the undergarment situation. At least then, you wouldn’t have had to endure whatever embarrassing predicament this is.

But here you are, in front of the bathroom, a hot guy standing in-between you and your bear-print panties.

You’re about to push past the hot guy barricade when a girl steps out of Jaemin’s bedroom. She spots you, and her head tilts in confusion. “You guys were taking too long. Who’s she?”

“My cousin,” says Jaemin. “Y/N.”

You awkwardly smile.

“Oh, oh!” Her eyes brighten and she clasps her hands together. “I remember you telling me about her. Will she be joining us?”

You purse your lips. “I was just about to go—”

“We have drinks,” the guy whispers, catching you off-guard. “Soju, beer, chicken.”

Well, that’s something you can’t pass up on.

“—go join you after I wash my hands!” you beam, and the girl cheers. From your peripheral vision, you see Jaemin’s friend smirk. “I’ll be there in two minutes.”

You watch as Jaemin ushers the girl back into his room, following through after tossing a ‘hurry up!’ to his friend. Great. Now you’re all alone with his insufferably good-looking friend.

“What happened to ‘I don’t hangout with high schoolers?’” he teases.

You scowl at him. “You’re even worse than Jaemin.”

He simpers. “Am I?”

In response, you finally shove past him, walking over to your undergarments and scrunching them up in your hand. You turn around to leave, but he’s still there, his smile never falling.

“Don’t tell any of your friends about this,” you say, gesturing to your undergarments with a red face. “Please.”

“Sure,” he replies, smug, “but only if you have some fun with me. You’re too cute to lose.”

It’s easy to discern the sexual innuendo in his comment, and the brave boy’s words leaves your entire body burning.

Pervert.

His name is Donghyuck, and he is, indeed, the most mischievous of them all.

“I think Renjun would look cute wearing Rina’s skirt,” he suggests, flopping an arm around the drunk blonde. “Don’t you agree, Jeno?”

You look at the most built of them all—Jeno, the only one of Jaemin’s friends you’d heard of and Donghyuck’s twin brother. The said boy’s got his back against your cousin’s bed, one arm on the mattress, the other supporting a drunk Karina. He shrugs at Donghyuck’s words. “Renjun wore it before, and he looked like a fairy gone wrong.”

“Hey! I’m not drunk!” Renjun slurs—a lightweight at its finest. He flops forwards, laying on the floor. “But I’m g’na take a nap.”

You suppress a snort, and take a glimpse of your cousin. Jaemin is knocked out cold on the floor, two empty soju bottles scattered beside his head. Unconsciously, your hands reach for your phone, and you snap a photo of his drunk state.

Perfect blackmail material.

“Let’s play truth or—let’s play truth or dare!” Karina shouts, slumping into Jeno. “No—let’s play Monopoly!”

Donghyuck chugs the rest of his soju bottle and lets out a satisfied burp. “I’d rather play a game of Overwatch.”

You watch as Karina pouts, wailing an ‘I hate you!’ before toppling to the floor. She’s the third one to blackout. Only you, Donghyuck, and Jeno are awake.

Slowly, you stand up, your head buzzing from the amount of alcohol you’d consumed. You’re drunk, but you’re sane enough to walk on your own.

“I’m gonna go back to my room now,” you mutter, garnering the attention of the Lee brothers. “Bye bye.”

You don’t wait for a response, stumbling out of Jaemin’s room and into the dim corridor. Neither your aunt nor uncle are home tonight, down at the countryside for some business retreat.

It’s too dark for you to move around, and you nearly knock a portrait off the wall. To stay safe, you shuffle over to the living room, dropping onto the couch. Dazed, you decide to take a quick nap to sober up before finishing the journey back to your room. Currently, it’s twelve a.m. At one, you’ll go back.

You wake up at three a.m. to a loud bang from the kitchen.

“Shit,” you hear a guy swear, and your sluggish mind manages to process the familiar voice.

“Donghyuck?” you yawn, sitting up on the couch. The boy startles at your presence, having been unaware of your sleeping form on the couch. With a much clearer mind than three hours ago, you push yourself off of the couch. No headache; the alcohol is no longer prevalent in your system. You walk over to where he is in the kitchen, rubbing your eyes. “What’re you doing?”

Donghyuck lifts a glass cup up. “Grabbing water. Want some?”

You nod, another yawn escaping.

While Donghyuck pours you a cup of water, you heave yourself up onto the counter. The house is dimly lit, the only source of light being the moon. You watch Donghyuck place the jug back in the refrigerator, handing you the cup afterwards. You quietly thank him, grabbing the cup and taking a small sip. The cold water feels like a slap to your taste buds and you cringe at how dry your throat is.

“Sober now?” asks Donghyuck, back against the counter. He’s looking ahead, past the living room and through the window at the city lights below. You take a moment to admire his side profile—he truly is your dream man (physically).

“Yeah,” you clear your throat. “The nap helped a lot. How about the others?”

He downs the water. “Dead. Knocked out cold. They’re all heavy sleepers once drunk, so they won’t be awake ‘til lunch.”

You blink. “Jeno was drunk?”

Donghyuck chuckles. “You’d be surprised. He’s one hell of a lightweight, but he’s good at acting sober. Jeno was out of it the moment he took his third shot of soju.”

“Wow.” You didn’t expect a sturdy guy like Jeno to be an absolute lightweight. “And you? How’re you feeling?”

“Hm,” hums Donghyuck, “better. Definitely don’t feel like puking anymore.”

“Same,” you giggle. You lean your head against the cupboards, gazing down at the guy. “Your uniform is all wrinkled. Don’t Korean schools give you bad points or something for improper uniform wear?”

“When I’m in school, yeah.” He turns to stare at you, and you suck in a sharp breath. Donghyuck looks a little too good underneath the moonlight. “Why? You gonna dock off points?”

There’s a suggestive tone and you perceive it instantly. A part of you is feeling brave, a little (a lot) horny, and it’s difficult to not follow along when a guy as hot as Donghyuck is interested. Playfully, you twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “Should I?”

Something in Donghyuck shifts, and he positions his body to face you, inching himself between your legs. His hands clamp onto the edge of the counter, and he gazes up at you with hooded eyes. You’re not too familiar with the world of sex, but you’ve encountered enough horny high school boys to know what Donghyuck wants.

And he’s in luck, because what he wants is what you want, too.

“Have I been bad, Miss Y/N?” he coos, a thumb circling your clothed hip bone. “Do tell me what I did wrong. I’d love to know.”

“Your uniform is such a mess,” you purr, gently caressing his tie. “I think I’ll have to dock off five points for that.”

“Oh, but that’s too mean. Any way I could gain back those lost points?”

You lose yourself in his lustful eyes. “Maybe if we have some fun…” With courage, you tug his tie upwards, his body jerking along as a result. You smile coyly. “One point back each time you make me cum.”

Donghyuck licks his lips. “Bonus points if I make you cum more than five times?”

You gulp. “Yes.”

Perhaps you should let Donghyuck know you’re a virgin; it’s a vital piece of information that any person should know prior to intercourse. But you miss the chance to inform him as he presses his lips against yours, tongue prodding at your teeth. You let his tongue slide against yours, the heat sending your pussy quivering. At least you’ve locked lips with guys before, so you’re not a mess trying to return Donghyuck’s passion.

He kisses you fervently, hands secured on your waist. Your own fingers are tangled in his wavy hair, plummeting deep into an abyss of excitement. With every second that ticks by, your heartbeat accelerates, the kiss awakening a certain type of desire you’ve never experienced before.

“Donghyuck,” you whine when his hand grasps your inner thigh. His lips ghost your neck, eyes fixated on your every expression.

“Hey, are you a virgin?” he breathes, pressing a kiss on your collarbone.

You nod. “I’ve only been fingered before.”

“So I’m your first,” he grins, seemingly cocky. You roll your eyes. “Should we move to the bed then?”

“No,” you whisper, firmly gripping his shoulders. “I’ve fantasized about being fucked in the kitchen.”

Donghyuck smirks. “Oh? You’re quite kinky for a virgin.”

You pinch his cheek. “Virgins have wet dreams, too. Idiot.”

“Noted.”

His lips envelop yours again in a hungry kiss, his left hand hovering above your waistline. When you force his hand down your pants, Donghyuck laughs into the kiss.

“Needy, baby?”

“Shut up,” you mutter. “Cocky motherfucker. Pervert. I’ll take off more points if you keep teasing me.”

“Aw, don’t be so mean.”

You don’t get the chance to refute as Donghyuck slips a finger into your panties, prodding your clit with the pad of his middle finger. You nearly squeal at the sudden touch, a knot starting to form in your stomach. Watching your face, Donghyuck drags two fingers down your slit. Pushing the tip of his fingers in, he then glides them up, grazing the sensitive skin of your labia.

You let out a shaky breath. “Do it already.”

Donghyuck’s response is to shove two fingers in at once, an easy feat considering how wet you’d gotten from kissing. Weak whimpers tumble from your lips, your body leaning against his shoulder for support. His fingers work as if its rent is due, relentlessly moving in and out of your pussy. You try to keep your moans to a minimum, but it’s difficult to stay quiet in the heat of the moment.

“Shh, babe,” whispers Donghyuck, “don’t wake the others up. What would Jaemin do if he saw his best friend fucking the living daylights out of his cousin?”

Jaemin would probably ban you from entering Korea ever again.

“K—Kiss me,” you shudder, tangling your fingers in his hair. “Help me stay quiet, Hyuck.”

Something in Donghyuck’s eyes change when you use his nickname.

You’re left breathless (literally) when the boy tilts up to kiss you, his mouth devouring yours with a newfound ardour. His fingers prod your sensitive spot, and you feel a fire spark in the pit of your stomach. Over and over again, Donghyuck shoves his digits into your heat, garnering mewls and writhes of pleasure from you. With a harsh thrust from him, you cum, a shaky gasp spilling from your throat. Donghyuck attaches his lips to your neck as you come down from your high, leaving pretty marks as evidence of tonight’s fraternizing.

“Shit,” you sigh, head falling back against the cupboards. Gazing down, you see the bulge in Donghyuck’s pants. You lean down to kiss the boy, trailing a hand down his chest and tracing the outline of his hardened dick. You elicit a gasp from him, and he curls his fingers inside you, resulting in a soft exhale from you.

Slowly, you remove Donghyuck’s fingers, feeling empty when you do. You hop down from the counter and nearly topple forward, but he catches you with a chuckle. “Don’t you think it’s a little too early to fall for me, babe?”

You slap his bicep. “Shut up, moron. I don’t even know you.”

“True, but you’ll get to know my body better soon enough.”

You nearly shriek when Donghyuck grasps your waists with a strong grip, spinning you around to push you on top of the counter. Your hands land flat against the marble top, the surface cool compared to your rather sweaty palms. He tugs down your sweatpants, rough with his actions. Instead of taking your panties off as well, Donghyuck chooses to keep them on, and you yelp when the waistband slaps your bare skin.

“Oh, dear,” the boy tsks, disapproving the noise you made. You hear him rustle from behind. “Can’t have you waking up the others now.”

You attempt to look back. “Hyuck?”

Donghyuck kisses your ear. “You okay with gagging?”

You choke on your spit. “I—Yes, yes I am.”

“Good.” he murmurs. Seconds later, a tie appears in front of you, and the fire rekindles within you. Donghyuck gags you with his school tie, tying a messy yet secure knot. “Tell me if it’s too tight, baby. Don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Mhm,” you answer, muffled.

“I’m putting it in now,” he purrs, and as he does, you feel his bare dick rub against your ass. His cock falls into the crack between your cheeks, the tip nudging your clothed slit. He smears his precum all over the crotch of your panties, the liquid mixing with your own.

Desperate, you groan, “Hurry.” Only, you’re gagged, so it comes out sounding more like “Huh-hee.”

“Patience, Y/N.” He croons.

Donghyuck drags his pointer finger down your back and over your folds, teasingly poking your hole before moving the fabric aside. You moan when his dick enters your pussy, a slow penetration so you can adjust to his size. When his hips connect to your ass, you revel in the way he fills you up.

“God,” he growls, “you feel so good.”

There’s no wait time as Donghyuck pulls out, plunging into you with all his energy. Repeatedly, he rams his dick into your cunt, finding a quick-paced rhythm that has you struggling to stay quiet. You can feel the tip of his penis graze your cervix with every thrust, the boy bottoming out. His force has you laying on the counter in a heap of whines, the immense pleasure sending you into overdrive.

“Hyuck,” you chant his name, albeit a little muffled.

“Keep saying my name,” he groans, accelerating his steady pace. Donghyuck’s hands keep a firm grip on your hips, screwing you with fluid thrusts. You fall apart at the seams, barely staying intact with the help of his embrace.

The fire spreads throughout your entire figure, flames licking every part of your body. A knot forms in your stomach again, and soon enough, your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. You whine as Donghyuck continues to chase his high, ramming into your sensitive cunt with all he’s got.

“Shit—I’m cumming,” he pants, snapping his hips into your ass at an inhuman pace. “Fuck, fuck, you feel so damn good.”

Donghyuck empties into the condom, slumping onto you as he does. He holds the position for a while, his cock in the warmth of your pussy, his lips littering kisses on your nape. You breathe heavily, and so does he.

“Huh? Who are you?”

Panic overwhelms you at the sound of a fatigued Karina, and Donghyuck quickly draws out of you. Your hands jerk up to unravel the tie, muttering a ‘thanks’ when Donghyuck pulls your sweatpants up. Tossing the tie aside, you swivel around just in time to see Karina exit the corridor, stumbling towards the kitchen. She’s tipsy, possibly still drunk. Either way, she’s not sober, and you thank the heavens that she isn’t.

“Rina,” Donghyuck softly rasps, his pants sloppily hanging onto his hips. The dirty condom has been tossed to the ground, hiding behind his feet. “What’re you doing up at this hour?”

“Got thirsty,” she yawns. “Oh, hi Y/N. Neither of you able to sleep?”

You fervently shake your head. “No. We just, uh, were talking about life.”

It takes everything Donghyuck has to suppress a snort and you jab him with your elbow.

“How exciting.” She yawns again. You watch as Karina heads for the refrigerator, attentive to her every move. She grabs the water jug and asks, “Hey, Hyuck. Can you pass me a cup?”

Donghyuck nods, picking up a random cup from the dishwasher and handing it over to the girl. The two of you observe her under the dim moonlight, praying she doesn’t catch onto the deeds that had occurred just minutes before. Karina downs the cup of water, letting out a satisfied hum after. She sets the cup in the sink and begins to shuffle out of the kitchen. You inaudibly sigh, about to snatch the tie when she abruptly spins around. You stiffen, standing awkwardly next to the counter.

“Goodnight guys,” she mumbles, “hope you can fall asleep soon.” With that, Karina steps out of the kitchen and back into the corridor. When her back disappears into Jaemin’s room, you release a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Donghyuck stares at you, and you stare back at him. Simultaneously, the both of you break out into silent fits of giggles and laughter.

“Poor Rina,” gasps Donghyuck, clutching his stomach. “If only she knew what we’d done…”

“I hope she never finds out,” you whisper back, fighting a silly grin. “Anyway, grab that condom, Donghyuck. We’ll need to throw it out in my trash can.”

His eyebrow cocks upward. “The one in your bedroom? Are you inviting m—”

You flick his forehead and roll your eyes. “Take a break from being horny, stupid. You’ve been asking for a fuck since our first meeting. But,” you glance at him, soaking in his tousled state, “you still have three more points to go.” At that, Donghyuck smiles—the same playful smile from earlier in the night. Your cheeks grow hot.

This morning is going to be a long one.

#nct #nct u #nct dream #nct 127 #haechan #lee haechan #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #x reader #oneshot #imagines #scenarios #au #ff #fanfic #smut

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blossom-hwa · 7 years

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Look Away - MARK

I totally wasn’t inspired by @hellohaechan‘s Jeno basketball au

Not at all

Anyway just a little oneshot I cooked up in my spare time; RIHY 2 will be out probably sometime this week? Maybe the next week if I’m really busy or really lazy

Also this keeps happening to me with my irl sort of crush so this is kinda based off personal experience lmao

Pairing: Mark x fem!reader

Genre: fluff (bc do i really know how to write anything else)

Word count: 4.4k

You’re pretty sure the star basketball player and campus heartthrob, Mark Lee, thinks you hate him for some unknown reason.

Why?

Every single fucking time you catch his eye, you look away on reflex.

Little does he know that you’re actually head over heels for him.

NCT Masterlist

“Lee Minhyung? Mark Lee? As in THE Mark Lee?? Basketball extraordinaire, campus crush, heartthrob, cutie, the one everyone loves??” Chenle yells in a stage whisper as you cross the cafeteria with your food.

“Will you shut the fuck up, Chenle?” you hiss, looking around anxiously. You slide your tray onto the table and begin shoveling rice into your mouth.

“Fine. But seriously, you couldn’t have picked anyone else to like? You just HAD to go for the most unattainable guy in the school?”

Jisung plops down next to you, looking interested. “Who?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at Chenle, who wastes no time in answering. “Mark Lee!”

You scowl and toss a grain of rice at the Chinese boy. It lands on his forehead.

“Ew!”

“Serves you right. Now shut up. It’s probably just a stupid puppy crush. Like the one you had of Jina. Do you want me to bring that up?” You smile sweetly at Chenle, who blushes darkly and scowls. “Screw off,” he complains.

“Well, Y/N wants you to screw off too but you won’t,” Jisung says logically, swallowing his vegetables.

“Thank you, Jisung.” You grin.

~~~

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

help

this is not a puppy crush

help

- ChenLE has logged on! -

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: ChenLE

I TOLD YOU SO

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO FOR HIM

MARK LEE

THE MOST UNATTAINABLE GUY IN THE SCHOOL

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

SCREW OFF CHENLE

JAEMIN

JISUNG

HELP ME

- Nana bear has logged on! -

- jISunG STRESS has logged on! -

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

how do i help idk what to do

talk to him

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: Nana bear

Are you an idiot Jisung

Things don’t happen that way

And Y/N it’ll be okay! Just be yourself around him~

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

Jaemin I love you but dude how do I be myself around him if I can’t even look him in the eye

EVERY TIME HE LOOKS AT ME I REFLEXIVELY LOOK AWAY

I THINK HE THINKS I HATE HIM FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: ChenLE

scream

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

get out Chenle

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

I can talk to Jeno or Renjun

Or Haechan

They’re close with Mark

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: Nana bear

Yeah that’s a good idea

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

wHaT is WRoNg WitH yOu ALL

THAT IS A HORRIBLE IDEA

I’VE TOLD YOU ALL I DON’T NEED ANYONE ELSE TO KNOW

PLUS

Mark probably doesn’t even like know who Ia m??

I’m just that nerdy child that sits in front of the class and knows the answers to calculus and chemistry questions

That happens to play piano and violin and tennis

Das it

Can I go live in denial now

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: ChenLE

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: Nana bear

Well if you feel that way then… we’ll help you in other ways!! :DD

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

I still don’t get what’s going on

But whatever

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

Jaemin you’re such a sweetheart Ily

Chenle go die in a hole

Jisung go take a course on emotions and how they work

I’m out

- the only sane one has logged off! -

~~~

Jisung greets you in front of the school with his signature blank face.

“Mark’s behind you,” is the first thing he says.

You stop short, gazing at Jisung with wide eyes. “Fuck we’re going inside RIGHT NOW Park Jisung.” You grab his arm and drag him inside where you find Chenle and Jaemin waiting for you.

“Haechan knows,” Chenle spits out as soon as you reach him.

“Knows what?” you ask, completely confused.

Jaemin coughs. “That you like Mark.”

In that moment, you think you’re about to quite literally die of embarrassment. “Are you kidding me?” you half-screech, drawing the attention of several students around you.

“Sorry! He just walked up and started a conversation with me and Jaemin and then suddenly said ‘You know Y/N, right?’ And of course we said yeah, and then he said, ‘Does she like Mark?’ and then both of us froze and then Jaemin kind of stuttered out a ‘no’ and I shook my head and Haechan was like ‘Thanks’ and he walked away! I’m sorry!” The Chinese boy cowers behind Jaemin, fearing your wrath.

You hit the side of your head. “Ah, fuck. Oh well. Hopefully he doesn’t say anything,” you say more to yourself then Chenle. “Let’s just go to class.” You take off down the hall, only stopping when Jisung pulls you back. “Your chemistry class is that way,” he says, pointing in the opposite direction.

You facepalm.

“Having a crush is killing off my brain cells,” you mutter.

~~~

Three weeks pass with no new mention of Mark and your growing crush on him.

It’s not your fault! He’s cute, he’s nice, he’s pretty smart, he’s cute, he’s athletic, he’s cute, did you mention he’s cute-

You groan quietly and slam your head on your desk. No one else is in the room except your chemistry teacher who is in the back getting something.

As people file into the room, you lift your head up and take out your notebook. You fill in the date and topic listed on the board and look around the room out of boredom.

By sheer fucking coincidence, you meet eyes with the one and only Mark Lee, and in that second, he flashes you the cutest fucking smile you have ever seen.

Out of reflex, you flick your eyes away, then look back and give him a smile in return, only he’s no longer there.

Why is it that every fucking time he looks at you you turn your head away what the fuck Y/N what is your problem-

Your shoulders sag. Maybe you’re doomed to never be able to have a romantic relationship. Or maybe you’re just being melodramatic. Probably the latter.

~~~

As you walk out of your chemistry class to go to history, a shout of your name stops you. You look around, frowning.

Tan skin appears in front of you and a bright smile fills your vision. “Hey, Y/N!” Haechan says, waving.

Haechan is another campus heartthrob, along with Renjun, Jeno, and Mark. They make up the unattainable clique of the school- hot, smart, cute, sweet, funny, etc. Jaemin went to school with Jeno, which is probably how Haechan knows your name.

He’s also the one that figured out you like Mark.

“Hi, Haechan.” You bounce on your toes, hoping he’s not here to ask about Mark and that he’ll hurry up because the history room is far away and you need to get going.

He scrutinizes your face. “You’re cute,” he says finally. “I can see why he likes you. Anyway, there’s a basketball game on Saturday. I hope you can come.” He then turns on his heel and walks away.

You stare at his disappearing backside.

What the fuck?

~~~

Last class of the day.

Calculus.

“You’re getting a worksheet today that’s to be completed in pairs.” The teacher waves a sheaf of papers in his hands, and the kids in the class immediately start shouting, claiming partners left and right.

You have no friends in this class and most of the students here are the popular crowd that already have half a million friends, so you place your head on the desk and sigh.

“And I will be choosing those pairs randomly!” your teacher yells over the din, causing a chorus of groans and sighs as people finally quiet down.

He produces the set of twenty-four cards he uses for this class. There are twelve pairs of cards, one for each student. Those who get the same card are in a group.

He approaches each student and each picks a card. When it comes your turn, you pick a ten.

Once everyone has a card, he goes back up to the board. “Alright, who has the aces?” Two popular, bored-looking girls raise their hands. “Get working, then.” They take their worksheets and move to sit next to each other.

“Twos?” It keeps going on until finally he reaches the tens.

“Tens?”

You raise your hand, and to your surprise and horror, Mark raises his hand as well.

As slowly as you can, you pick up your pencil and worksheet and drag yourself over to his seat, trying to ignore the stares of the whole class.

The nerd who’s already in calculus as a sophomore and the hot, basketball star junior? Not an ideal match.

“So… um…” you say quietly, not quite looking at him. “Should we divide the problems and then share the answers at the end?” You see Mark nod out of the corner of your eye. “You can do the evens, I’ll do the odds.”

Twenty minutes later, you’re finished. You sneak a glance at Mark’s paper and see that only about half of his problems are done. You steel yourself, then ask, “D’you need help?”

Mark’s shoulders sag and he looks up. “Yeah.”

You nod, pulling his paper closer to you. “So for this one…” You explain the problem and how to complete it in detail, looking up every so often to make sure Mark is following you. At the end, he looks much less perplexed and is nodding in comprehension.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem. Try the next one on your own, now.”

He completes the next problem with difficulty but gets the right answer. “Nice, Mark,” you say, giving him a thumbs up. Then you cringe.

What the fuck was that thumbs up supposed to do you idiot-

He half smiles and completes the rest of the problems in silence.

The end of class comes, and after handing your paper in, you rush out the door.

“Wait, Y/N!” someone yells again. It isn’t Haechan this time, though.

Mark stands in front of you, backpack slung over one shoulder. “Um, I know I’m not the best at calculus but you’re really good so, uh, could you tutor me sometime?”

You’re stunned.

THE Mark Lee wants you to tutor him.

THE Mark Lee.

“It’s okay if you don’t have time or something,” he says quickly, beginning to turn away. Somehow, you find your voice.

“Oh, uh, no, it’s totally fine! When and where?” The relieved smile that crosses Mark’s face is seriously entrancing.

“Maybe tomorrow at four in the public library?” he suggests. You purse your lips. “I have work tomorrow… and my brother’s coming back from uni and I promised we could have the rest of tomorrow together so… is Friday okay? You can come over to my house.” He nods. “Friday at four, then?” You nod. “I’ll get you my address tomorrow.” He smiles and you’re again struck by how ethereal it is. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you,” you say, managing a small smile back before darting out of the school.

~~~

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

MARK WANTS ME TO TUTOR HIM IN CALC

FRIDAY

MY HOUSE

FOUR O’CLOCK

- ChenLE has logged on! -

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: ChenLE

WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN OHMIGOD

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

AFTER CALC

WE DID A WORKSHEET TOGETHER

AND WHEN WE GOT OUT OF CLASS

HE ASKED ME

ALSKDJGHORIEHGQJLHGKJHLJAG

- Nana bear has logged on! -

- jISunG STRESS has logged on! -

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: Nana bear

That’s awesome! By the way, did Haechan corner you today? He asked me some stuff about you.

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

Yeah he asked me too about what you like and stuff

Idk why

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

Wtf

Oh right he did talk to me

He said something like ‘you’re cute. i see why he likes you’ and then said there was a basketball game on Saturday and that i should come

What do you think that means

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: ChenLE

D’you think he wants to set you up with Mark or smth

Seriously tho

I’m not joking

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

I hate to say it but

Chenle is actually kinda making sense rn

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: ChenLE

Wow thanks jisung

Rude

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: Nana bear

I talked to Renjun today and he mentioned you too

I don’t get why

He just said smth like ‘Doesn’t Y/N hang out with you guys a lot?’ and I just kinda nodded

That was it

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

Weird

Whatever

I wanna sleep now

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

Wow das creepy Jaemin

And Jisung wtf it’s literally eight o’clock

Don’t you have a lab to finish anyway

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

HUSH

~~~

“Hey, Yuta, one of my classmates is coming over at four so I can tutor him. Unless you’re going to be a civilized human being, you’re not allowed in the house,” you say flippantly, grabbing a peach from the refrigerator.

“What do you mean, ‘civilized human being?’ I am civilized, thank you very much.” Your brother walks into the kitchen and flicks your head as you wash the peach.

“Ow. And I mean not prowling around, making dick jokes, interrupting my teaching, et cetera, et cetera.” You throw a banana at him, which he catches and starts to peel.

“No interrupting?? Come on, you know I live to interrupt you,” he says, pouting. “Fuck off, Yuta. No. Interrupting.”

“Fine. No dick jokes, prowling around, or interrupting. Taeyong’s coming over anyway, so we’ll be busy. And why d’you care so much? Also, why are you tutoring him here? You never tutor people at home.” Yuta raises an eyebrow.

“Library’s closed on Fridays, he has a basketball game or something on Saturday. Simple as that.” You bite the peach.

“Then why tutor him on Friday or Saturday? Why not next week?” he counters.

You roll your eyes. “I don’t know, okay? Quit asking questions.”

It’s totally not like you’re trying to get this over with as soon as possible so you don’t have to anticipate Mark’s arrival for another week.

“You probably like him.” Yuta’s nonchalant remark stuns you.

“W-what-”

“Oh shit, you actually like him?” Yuta asks, surprised. “N-No! Stop!” Your flaming cheeks say otherwise though and Yuta stares at you, incredulous.

“You better not say a fucking word about this when he comes over,” you say, pointing a finger at him. “Fine, sis, fine.”

There’s a knock on the door. “Probably Taeyong. We’ll just be in my room.” You shrug and go back to your own room, still munching on the peach.

An hour later, another knock sounds. Focused on the sound of your violin, you don’t hear it at first until Yuta yells, “D’you want me to get the door, Y/N?”

Startled, you nearly drop your violin. “Yeah, please,” you yell back, hastily grabbing your calculus textbook and notebook and running to the living room where the pink-haired Taeyong greets you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N’s brother. Who’re you?” you hear Yuta say. You rush over to the door, still holding your violin and calculus things. “Oh, hey, Mark. This is my idiot brother Yuta and the pink-haired one is Taeyong, his friend. They’re not going to bother us. We’ll stay in the living room.” You push Yuta away and let Mark in, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah… we won’t… bother you…” Yuta snickers and looks at Taeyong, who smirks back. “No inappropriate jokes, you idiot!” You put down the violin and heft the heavy textbook, threatening the elders with it. They disappear into Yuta’s room, still snickering.

“Sorry about that, they’re dumb as hell,” you say, your face feeling a bit hot. Why does your brother have to be so idiotic?

“It’s okay. I’ve got an older brother too,” Mark says, sitting on the couch and pulling out his notebook.

You plop down next to him, acutely aware of your proximity. “Um, let’s get started then.”

~~~

At some point, Taeyong leaves, bidding you and Mark goodbye. Then Yuta comes out and turns on the TV. It’s seven by then.

“It’s seven… I guess you should be going,” you say finally. Mark looks at his phone, then nods. “Yeah. Can I talk to you outside though? Like, alone?”

Your heart rate quickens, and you look at Yuta, who’s grinning at you evilly. “Uh… sure.” You follow him outside after he packs up his stuff.

“This is straightforward… but Y/N, do you not like me? Did I do something wrong to you? You never seem to look me in the eye, or if you do, you immediately look away, and it’s like you try to avoid me.”

You know Mark is looking at you, but you can’t really bring yourself to meet his eyes.

Oh, God, what do I say? What can I say? That I really like him and that’s the reason I can never look him in the eye and that’s why I always avoid him?

Before you can think, you blurt out everything you just thought.

And then you realize what you just did.

And you bolt inside after a really quick ‘sorry.’

~~~

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

I accidentally told Mark I liked him

I’m fucking dead

Someone bury me now

- jISunG STRESS has logged on! -

- ChenLE has logged on! -

- Nana bear has logged on! -

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

What the fuck how did that happen

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: ChenLE

YEAH HOW

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: Nana bear

I can hear Chenle screaming next door

please shut up

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

HE ASKED TO TALK TO ME OUTSIDE AFTER I FINISHED TUTORING HIM

AND HE ASKED ME IF I DISLIKED HIM BC I NEVER LOOK HIM IN THE EYE AND I AVOID HIM

AND I KINDA BLURTED OUT THAT IT WAS BECAUSE I LIKED HIM

AND THEN I RAN BACK INSIDE AFTER SAYING ‘SORRY’

I’M DEAD

SOMEONE BURY ME RIGHT NOW

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: Nana bear

Well on the bright side he knows now

Just give him time to answer

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

Do you even have his number Y/N

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: the only sane one

…

To: Idiots + Y/N

From: jISunG STRESS

Idiot

- jISunG STRESS has changed the group name to ‘Idiots’! -

To: Idiots

From: ChenLE

Hold up

Didn’t you say Haechan said there was a basketball game on Saturday

To: Idiots

From: the only sane one

I don’t like where this is going

To: Idiots

From: Nana bear

I like where this is going

Yes Y/N we’re all going to go to the basketball game so you can get your answer

To: Idiots

From: the only sane one

JAEMIN

I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE

HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS

To: Idiots

From: jISunG STRESS

lmao

Jaemin’s joined the dark side

anyway i just texted Doyoung

he said he can drive us

we’ll pick you up at five Y/N

To: Idiots

From: the only sane one

why are you all so invested in my crush

i hate you all

fuck you

~~~

The others quite literally force you into a relatively nice outfit and into Doyoung’s car, where you stare out the window for the entire ride, ignoring the others’ attempts to bring you into the conversation.

“Oh come on, Y/N, it won’t be that bad,” Doyoung finally says. “It’s just a boy. You can deal with that.”

“Easy for you to say,” you mumble. “You attract all the girls to begin with. I’m just a potato.”

“LIES!” Chenle yells next to you. “You’re a pretty potato!”

Jisung looks at Chenle with disdain. “What the fuck, Chenle.”

Jaemin laughs from the front.

The three boys herd you into the gym, forcing you to sit down. Bored, with nothing better to do, you watch the bleachers fill with people from your school and your rival school.

After about a half hour, the bleachers are filled and the players come onto the court.

Your breath catches when you see Mark smile at the crowd and you clutch Jaemin’s arm hard. “He’s there,” you whisper. Jaemin nods.

Jeno is on the team as well, so you expect to see Haechan and Renjun somewhere. What you don’t expect is for them to plop down next to Jaemin.

“Hey, guys!” Renjun says happily, waving. Haechan smiles brightly.

“Hi,” you mumble.

“I heard Mark said he was going to score the winning point for a certain someone,” Haechan remarks offhandedly as the game starts.

I wonder who that certain someone is.

You don’t expect it to be you, of course, but you can’t help feeling a small stab of hope that maybe he likes you back.

“Who’s that?” Chenle asks, looking at the tanned boy in curiosity. Haechan gives him a secretive smile. “You’ll see.”

Fucking ambiguous piece of shit-

The game seems to pass in a blur, full of shouts and passes and shots and screaming, and suddenly there’s only twenty seconds left on the clock.

Mark steals the ball from the opposing team and begins to dribble his way down the court, his fellow teammates covering him.

Ten seconds.

You clench your fists together, willing him to make it.

Five seconds.

Mark looks up for a split second, and in that second, he meets your eyes.

For once, you don’t look away. Instead, you raise your fist in a ‘you can do this!’ gesture and smile.

He evades the last opposing member and shoots the ball.

You and the rest of the crowd hold their breath.

The ball circles the rim once, twice, and then drops in. The gym explodes in screams.

You grin so wide you think your face is going to split open as Mark is hoisted onto his teammates’ shoulders and carried back to the locker rooms.

~~~

You didn’t see Mark after the game, but Haechan and Renjun made you promise to go to the music room on Monday before school.

Which is why you’re currently standing in front of the door, having dragged your friends over so you wouldn’t be alone.

“Knock already,” Jisung says impatiently. You scowl at him but do it anyway.

Haechan opens the door, grinning like a maniac, and pulls you in.

The first thing you register is Mark in the middle of the room, awkwardly holding a red tulip. Then you see Jeno and Renjun standing the corner, both sporting identical Cheshire grins. When you come in, they all run out, giggling.

“This is awkward,” you finally say after an extended silence. Then you internally slap yourself in the face.

Why the fuck would you say that-

“Yeah, I guess.” Mark finally looks at you, extending the hand with the tulip. You take it hesitantly, trying (futilely) to hide behind the flower.

“I would’ve told you before if you hadn’t run back inside but… I like you too, Y/N. It kind of upset me that nearly each time I looked at you or tried to talk to you, you would acknowledge me only the slightest bit, so I thought you hated me for some weird reason.” Mark looks down, his normally confident aura gone. Now he just looks like a shy teenager.

You give a small smile. “Sorry about that. I’m just a naturally shy person and I don’t open up easily. Once I figured out that I liked you, it was even harder to acknowledge you properly. I thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me anyway, I’m just a nerdy sophomore. That’s all.”

He smiles, looking up. “I noticed you first because you were smart and answered a lot of questions in class. I thought you were cute. Then when I saw you interacting so happily with your friends, I think that’s when I started to like you.” He steps a little closer.

You can feel your face flaming. “I originally thought you were just another hot, preppy jock, but when I saw you in class, you seemed so earnest when you tried to learn something new, and you were always nice to everyone. So I ended up liking you, like half the other girls in the school.”

Mark takes your hand. “Well, now that we’ve successfully confessed to each other without further complications, are you free later today? We can go on a date.”

You grin widely. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

“You were the one I said I was going to score the winning point for, you know?” Your hand in Mark’s is one of the best things you’ve felt.

“I do now,” you say, choosing to hide behind the tulip.

~~~

To: Idiots

From: ChenLE

HOW WAS THE DATE

To: Idiots

From: jISunG STRESS

YEAH TELL US

To: Idiots

From: the only sane one

calm tf down guys

it was nice

we got coffee and walked around the park and talked

To: Idiots

From: Nana bear

DID YOU KISS THO

To: Idiots

From: the only sane one

are you kidding me

To: Idiots

From: jISunG STRESS

ANSWER THE QUESTION

To: Idiots

From: ChenLE

YEAH DID YOU

OR DID YOU NOT

To: Idiots

From: the only sane one

….

yes, we did

~~~

As your phone buzzes with the influx of messages from your friends, you lay on your bed with a stupid smile.

Mark had walked you home, and in front of the door, he’d asked shyly if he could kiss you.

You’d said yes.

It was perfect.

~~~

To: Idiots

From: ChenLE

LKASJDGLHKWAJLKJG

YOU’VE GROWN UP Y/N

To: Idiots

From: jISunG STRESS

yea lmao chenle you still haven’t had your first kiss yet

To: Idiots

From: the only sane one

lmao burn

To: Idiots

From: Nana bear

BURNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

To: Idiots

From: ChenLE

y’all are rude i hate you

- ChenLE has changed the group name to ‘Idiots + Lover’! -

To: Idiots + Lover

From: the only sane one

wtf chenle

i hate you

To: Idiots + Lover

From: ChenLE

no you don’t

you love me

To: Idiots + Lover

From: the only sane one

no i don’t

To: Idiots + Lover

From: jISunG STRESS

she loves mark

To: Idiots + Lover

From: the only sane one

OHMIGOD JISUNG SHUT UP

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