#lelengerine drabble event

[lelengerine]

for ur mini drabble event could u do a bookstore au with haechan plss 😆 thank u!!

our secret spot

pairing | haechan x reader

genre | bookstore au, nicknames are used for reader and haechan (pretty & hyuckie respectively), no pronouns are explicitly used (but disclaimer: i did make it with a fem!reader in mind ><)

wc | 1.6k a little way longer than i thought this would become... errr

notes | i miss writing for hyuck so much huhu i’m so glad i’m actually getting back into it now that i have the time T^T to anon, im sorry this took so long but i hope you still like it !!

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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with the amount of times you frequent bookstores, your friends have started pointing out how you’re beginning to smell like books yourself- was that comment a jab or a compliment? honestly, you’d take it as the latter from how fond you are of them.

“y/n, it’s literally the start of christmas break! don’t tell me you’re going to that one bookstore again…” you practically hear the pout in your friend, ningning’s, voice. “we’re planning to go out together later in the evening with minjeong and the others, don’t forget!”

“i won’t, i won’t!” a chuckle resounds from your end, “but what’s wrong with dropping by the bookstore every now and then?”

“you always say that!” your friend grumbles before eventually ending with a sigh, “i admire how you love books to this extent, but remember not to bury your nose in them too much, okay? i still want to see your face a bunch during the break.”

“and i’ll make sure of it, don’t worry ning.” you coo at her through the phone, “i really gotta go now though, i still have a bunch of books to return.”

“okay fineee, don’t trip on your way there or whatever.” her words make you laugh a little — and though they may sound a bit dismissive, you know it’s completely out of love and worry for you.

“i will!” you respond before the call goes silent, now packing your phone into a sling bag along with a couple of books you borrowed from your last visit.

what ningning said earlier was pretty much true, you were going back to your favorite bookstore that was only two blocks away from where you lived. aside from the convenience of its location, you were first drawn to it from the fact they allowed the borrowing of books in the first place — almost like a book rental shop.

not only was the rental fee cheap for a college student like you, but there was a little secluded area you managed to locate within the bookstore that has now become your favorite place.

sure, you had to know just where to squeeze yourself through the piles of books and shelves barricading it, but the effort was worth it, at least to you. there was a small window from the back that would shed just the right amount of light for reading in the afternoon- plus! it was quiet, mostly since it was in the far back of the store.

you enter the bookstore with a soft smile at the thought of being able to retreat back into your hidden safe space, the door’s chimes swaying lightly and making a familiar ring in your ears.

after dropping off the books that were due and picking a couple of new ones off the shelves to read, you made your way over to the furthest pile of books from the counter, sucking in a deep breath, before squeezing yourself past all of the books.

the sight of the small, cozy area brings you comfort, but… why was there someone else here? and sleeping soundly at that?

of course you were aware that there was a possibility of others knowing about your little spot, but you never imagined actually running into someone like this.

you set your books down in the corner, crouching down to meet the stranger face to face. you’re not quite sure if it's the sunlight seeping into the place from the window above but his skin glows ever so softly under the light. his fluffy hair covers up most of his eyes from the way it's messily draped, and his glasses, which look almost too perfect on him, are resting at the very edge of his nose.

'he’s… cute- wait no, i literally don’t know him,' you think to yourself before brushing off the thought, replacing it with worry about his glasses falling off.

you try poking the stranger’s arm in hopes of waking him up, yet he doesn’t budge an inch. you proceed to tap on his shoulder next, and even move up to poking his cheek really softly, but there’s still no response from the boy.

you decide that he must be really tired to not have felt your presence and lift the glasses up his nose just a little to make sure they wouldn’t slip.

surely he won’t mind if you stick around here to read now after all that, right? you really didn’t want to read in the open areas where there’s even more people roaming around.

coming to a self-made conclusion, you tuck yourself away in the opposite corner of the cramped space, opening one of your books to start reading without another word.

he stirs up a little bit after you’ve finished a chapter of the book in your hands, soon bringing a hand up to rub the drowsiness off his eyes — forgetting he was wearing glasses to begin with.

“what-” he blinks once, almost as if he was in disbelief of the sight before him, “i’m not seeing things, aren’t i…?”

“what things?” your soft-spoken question somehow knocks the sleepiness our of his system, now staring at you with wide eyes.

“OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I WAS-” you quickly cover his mouth with your hand, trying to drown out the noise he was making.

“you’re in a bookstore! remember that.” you purse your lips together, removing your hand once you were sure he calmed down. “plus, i’m not sure if we’re technically allowed here.”

“sorry, i was just really shocked. i didn’t know other people knew this place existed.” he murmurs, acting rather bashful — from all your assumptions earlier, you didn’t think his personality would be like this.

“i hope you don’t mind. i just wanted a spot to read quietly. there’s too many people outside.” you shy away, covering half your face with the book in your hands.

“no, no! it’s fine i… i don’t mind sharing.” he shrugs, moving his things to make more room for you to be comfortable.

“really?” your eyes seem to light up at his approval, and he can’t help but look away. from all the people who could’ve stumbled upon him, it just had to be you — his classmate whom he’d been crushing on since the first semester.

though, you don’t seem to recognize him, probably because he sat at the back with a cap over his head during most of the classes. but that was okay, you didn’t really need to know and maybe he could tell you another time.

“thank you! i was worried you’d be some sort of creep, but you’re pretty nice!” you start getting a little chatty now that you’ve both said more than five words to each other, and he can only feign offense to your blunt words.

“do i look like someone who’d be a creep?” he asks with a dramatic gasp, peering closer to your corner of the small space.

“i don’t mean that! even if i did say… exactly that…” you ramble off, feeling a little guilty of not filtering your words, but from the looks of it, he was only teasing you.

“sure you didn’t mean it, pretty.” he replies sarcastically with the sudden nickname rolling off his lips, catching both you and him off guard. “oh- sorry i didn’t mean it like that.”

you feel your cheeks warm up, going back to hiding your face with your book. thank god you were reading just a while ago. “it’s alright, uh, what’s your name anyways?”

“oh right, people refer to me as haechan, but you can just call me hyuck.” he replies, wondering if his name would ring a bell in your mind.

“i see… it’s nice meeting you hyuck! i’m y/n.” he genuinely can’t tell if you recognize him or not anymore at this point, well, not like it mattered anyways. the two of you had never talked in class so this was basically his first time actually meeting you.

“well, y/n, seems you’re no longer reading. am i too distracting for you?” haechan jokes lightly, causing you to laugh a little.

“and what if i said yes? go face the corner or something, why don’t you!” you jest before going back to actually finish the page you were on.

a small wave of silence passes by, yet it’s not really as uncomfortable as you thought it’d be, in fact, it felt nice knowing you had company for once.

“will you come back here again after today?” he asks abruptly, fiddling with his fingers as you continue to read.

“hm? yeah, probably.” you answer mindlessly, the sound of a page flipping becoming apparent.

“then you’ll meet me here again, won’t you?” that has you peering up from the lines of your book, now noticing the hopeful glint in the boy’s eyes.

“yeah, sure hyuck.” you smile at him and his heart goes a little haywire. “i’ll see you same time next week?”

“mhm, yeah, okay, nice-”

“you’re rambling.” you point out with a cheery laugh, “i’ll be taking that as a yes though.”

his face flushes, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s caused by embarrassment or infatuation. “yeah, it’s a yes. in this secret spot that’s… now our secret spot.” he replies, mumbling the latter parts of his words to himself.

“did you say something?”

“nope! keep reading your book, y/n. you get distracted too easily.”

“sure… i’m watching you hyuckie!” you gesture your eyes with your fingers as you speak, and he can only laugh at you with the fluttery feeling in his chest growing by the second.

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[lelengerine]

helloo!!! I am so glad you are back again,really missed seeing you on my dash:(

also,from your mini drabble list, the arranged marriage au really caught my eye! can you please write it with jeno as the main protagonist? I don't have anything specific in mind except that I am obsessed with the opposites attract kinda trope but you can write it anyway you want! thank you in advance <3

love, lee

pairing | prince!jeno x princess!reader

genre | royalty + arranged marriage au, jeno uses a nickname for reader (love), no pronouns are specifically used for this, lmk if there’s any i missed!

wc | 0.9k

notes | i think my love for royalty aus are really stating to show now TT this is my first jeno work and there were actually multiple entries for jeno with the arranged marriage trope so i hope this suffices for now (maybe i’ll make a part two or follow another req if i can !!) it’s not exactly the same as what anon mentioned because i tried to condense the ideas to the size of a drabble as much as possible but i love all ur brains so much LIKE TELL ME MORE 😭😭 anw likes, rbs, and feedbacks are very appreciated ;0;

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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there’s this prophecy that landed upon your kingdom just as its walls were newly established, one that spoke of prosperity if two individuals coming from royal backgrounds were to be wed under every full moon.

of course, that hasn’t come true (and you don’t believe it ever will), but both the civilians and the royal family hold onto that sliver of hope ever so dearly. though, in the position of being someone forced into the position of marriage, you can’t help but view the tradition as something simply bizarre and unnecessary.

moreover, you haven't a clue who you are about to marry. the thought irritates you to the core, and your mother’s repetitive words on how this was ‘something she experienced too’ not making you feel any better — in fact, it was dampening your already sour mood even further.

just why hadn’t this been dropped centuries ago? the answer to that question doesn’t seem to be keen on revealing itself to you.

and so here you are, behind tall wooden doors in a dress you struggle to move in — much less breathe in — that will soon reveal a banquet hall filled with your and your groom’s relatives, a plethora of aristocrats that you couldn’t even dare to name no matter how long you stared at them, and reporters who were ready to swarm you with questions whenever they’d get the chance.

“there’s no need to fear, my dear.” your mother states by your side, and a scoff is the first response she receives.

“i hope you understand that what you’ve said lacks any sensitivity for my situation.” you bitterly reply with a blank expression, not even turning to face her once. with that, she decides to keep silent, not wanting to aggravate you any longer.

the doors open, finally placing you on display for everyone to see, and the first person your eyes search for is your husband-to-be.

he stands in front of the beautifully decorated altar in a navy blue suit and fur coat that looks just as uncomfortable as the white gown you’re wearing, and you start to feel a little sympathy for him knowing he probably didn’t have any plans of marrying you either.

you were both victims in this grand scheme, after all.

a step, two steps, and before you know it, you’re meeting his gaze for the first time. he offers a soft smile that puffs up his cheeks ever so slightly, pupils shining beneath the lights that brighten up the entire hall, and for a moment, you forget how much you’ve detested this day to come.

‘get a grip, it’s definitely for show’, you mentally tell yourself as your lips return the kind gesture.

the ceremony soon starts, and the words spoken by the priest pass through your ears like static fuzz, not paying attention to the prophecy that was being retold to the audience.

“i assume you were forced into this?” you begin in a whisper, wanting only the person beside you to hear your voice.

you turn to gaze at him and he looks a little surprised you actually started a conversation. “sure.”

sure? what kind of response was that? the least he could do was respond with a decisive yes or no to not leave you hanging like this. perhaps that smile from earlier really was to fool the reporters on a loveless marriage

“could you at least tell me your name?” you try to reach out once more, “it’s laughable as is to know we are in the middle of being wed and i have not a single clue on who you are.”

“lee, jeno.” he responds, and though it technically is an answer to your question, you’re oddly left unsatisfied at how perfunctory it was. “yours?”

“l/n, y/n.” you state in the same manner as if you wanted him to feel the same as you did just moments prior. “how does it feel to get married to a stranger? because i surely find this unsettling.”

you tried to play into humor, hoping to get a better reaction out of him, but what he says shocks you instead. “we aren’t strangers though.”

“what-” you start to sputter, however the priest cuts you off at the mention of announcing your respective vows.

“i’m sure you’ll recall it soon enough.” jeno’s expression finally shifts from his icy facade to a sly smirk that perfectly exemplifies his features, and you’re not sure whether to find the sight unsettling or absolutely breathtaking. “because i’ve known you my entire life, love.”

the nickname has your mind reeling in circles, paying no attention to the vows jeno was now dictating like a memorized poem of sorts. there was ever only one person who’s called you by that name, though it could never be someone like him… could it?

you snuck out of the castle to one of the town’s bakeries back when you were younger, meeting a boy who told you he was doing the exact same thing because he swore their garlic bread was absolutely out of this world, and that’s exactly why you came in the first place. it was like you both clicked, and that meeting became the first of many. though, as you grew older, your hectic tutoring schedules made it difficult for you to frequent the bakery as much as you used to.

still, you remember he suggested exchanging letters as a means of keeping in contact, and he’s the only one who’s referred to you as love. his love.

you’re abruptly taken away from your thoughts as the priest repeats your name, “princess, your vows if you may.”

“oh um, sorry.” you quickly apologize, trying to gather yourself back up.

jeno’s gaze on you looks much more animated than before, almost as if there was a playful glint that replaced the cold ones from earlier. where was the man you met moments ago as the event started? “i suppose you remember now.”

“yeah.” you breathe out, “yeah, i do.”

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[lelengerine]

hi omg I'm so glad you're back I love love ur works!!! I was wondering if u could do an arranged marriage au with jaemin for ur drabble event? I love ur blog sm!! 🥹🫶

waiting

pairing | prince!jaemin x princess!reader

genre | royalty + arranged marriage au, reader thinks she’s hallucinating at one point, jaemin uses nickname (princess) on reader, lmk if i missed anything !!

wc | 0.9k

notes | ahh thank u for the kind words anonie <3 i added in the royalty au just to push the idea a little hehe hope u dont mind !! also i apologize for the drabble reqs being tended to so slowly,, i had an event over the weekend but i’ll be working on the rest of them now :D likes, rbs, and feedback on this is highly appreciated :]

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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the banquet hall filled with people waltzing about is also the place you stand in, the sight of the cheery crowd unable to lift your own mood.

a feast had been prepared in your name by your father, the king. letters filled with news he wished to share flew across the country, landing in the palms of esteemed guests who were carefully chosen to attend.

and though the event was meant for you, every minuscule detail was akin to a bleak forest in your eyes — a place filled with more unknowns than none.

the sharp clink of a glass garners your attention back to your father, a miraculous smile displayed on his lips, the happiest you’ve ever seen him be.

“at last, the time has come where the news i am to share may finally spread to every soul in the kingdom.” he begins proudly, gesturing you to come forward into the spotlight alongside him. “my lovely child is to be wed to the neighboring kingdom, and a new era of peace will be witnessed by all.”

a mix of gasps and cheers emerge from the crowd, yet their reactions were rather lackluster in comparison to your features frozen in place as if time had stopped, all except your lips that quiver at your father’s statement.

you turn away from the crowd, an empty laugh resounding out of your chest. “f-father? surely, this is all a jest?”

“peace will never be something to fool around with, dear. you, amongst all others, should know this by now.” your father speaks to you lowly, the look in his eyes relaying all that is needed to be said. “sacrifices are key to this nation. you are soon to be their queen, you understand where i’m coming from, yes?”

the sheer bewilderment in your mind leads you to nod your head almost instantaneously like an order had just been placed, yet your heart seems to sink further into a place out of your reach.

“who?” is all you weakly utter, defeated by the king’s resolve for a united peace between kingdoms.

“ah, i actually invited over the young man you are to wed. i supposed you ought to know who you’ll be spending a lifetime with, after all.” the words he tells you are all void of empathy, and you’re not sure if that breaks the little spirit left in you.

his gaze then lands on a servant who seems to already know what to do just from a simple motion. you stand in silence beside your father, waiting for the feeling of dread to pass you by, but it never does, and you're greeted by a voice instead.

a new figure stands before you, hair neatly styled with gel, yet the sleekness of his current appearance doesn’t hide the youthful gleam in his eyes. in fact, that very characteristic strikes you familiar, but you can’t pinpoint when you’ve seen it before.

“greetings, princess. my name is na jaemin.” he bows politely, and the name brings back memories in waves that flood your mind.

the na jaemin? the jaemin that picked flowers with you in the royal garden when you used to sneak out of tutoring sessions? the jaemin who offered you baked tarts when he so happened to find you sobbing in the corner of your room? the na jaemin who spoke to you with the gentlest of smiles?

“it seems you haven’t forgotten me yet, i hope?” he chuckles, and you’re not sure how to respond just yet.

all this time you believed he was one of the royal gardeners who eventually quit because you stopped seeing him around, yet here he was as the prince of another kingdom?

this can’t be right, he couldn’t be the one standing in front of you this very instance. you couldn’t even formulate the questions that float in your mind, struggling to catch each word and piece them together.

instead you take a step back, pausing momentarily before rushing towards the nearest exit, cursing the heavens for making you wear dainty heels that do absolutely nothing but hinder your movement. the peaceful gardens around you replace the overbearing grandeur of the banquet hall, creating a sense of eagerness in you that doesn’t let it take long for you to stagger in step, spraining your ankle in the process.

sure, there was a slight wince in each step now, but at least you were out of the grand hall that appeared more overwhelming to you than not. you manage to find a stone bench nearby, taking a seat to check on your injury.

“i thought i’d find you here.” the same person you’ve tried running away from manages to catch up with you — albeit it wasn’t too difficult in the first place — with a solemn expression on his face. “let me take a look.”

you’re apprehensive to take up his offer, but he kneels down before you could even agree on it to assess the damage inflicted upon your ankle. “it doesn’t look too bad. you’ll be alright in no time, princess-”

“why are you helping me?” you cut him off, gazing further past the gardens, anywhere but at him, and he takes note of it.

“because you’re to be my wife.” jaemin’s response is expected, yet it leaves you with disappointment.

“the title is but meaningless anyways.” you murmur softly as the sight you’ve been scanning slowly makes its way to where he’s tending to your ankle. “it’s not like you love me.”

his ministrations come to a pause at your words, head peering up to meet your gaze with a smile that you've unknowingly been wanting to properly see again in so long. “but i did, and i still do.”

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[lelengerine]

I'm down bad for mark+ celebrities au 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

thinking 'bout you

pairing | idol!mark x idol!reader

genre | celebrity co-hosts au (if that’s a thing), a lot of fluff and comforting, mark addressed reader as dude once

wc | 0.6k

notes | thank u sm for requesting on my drabble event hehe <33 i hope you enjoy reading this and hopefully its along the lines of what you wanted !! likes, rbs, and feedback are highly appreciated :D

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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as one of the hosts for the year-end awards event, you are currently residing backstage in a location grander than any you have ever seen. and though the outfit assigned to you looks absolutely pristine, it does little in actually giving you comfort to last the entire night. 

in your hands are cue cards you’ve been practicing nonstop for the past few days, now feeling anxious as the time ticks closer to the actual event. this was a ceremony broadcasted nation-wide and you didn’t wish to be deadweight your co-host needed to pick up.

“y/n, you ready?” a voice abruptly brings you out of your thoughts, turning towards its direction to find mark calmly approaching you. he was your chosen co-host for the event with a few years more experience than you. this gave you all the more reason to hate the idea of messing up and becoming a fool in front of someone like him. “hey… are you good?”

“hm? yeah, i’m fine. just a little nervous, but i won’t let you down!” your determination is oddly enough endearing to him, a lopsided smile now grazing his lips. 

“i know you wont, y/n.” he answers back with a soft chuckle, the sound of it easing the tensions within you. “come on now, you were chosen as a host for a reason.” he adds, nudging your shoulder lightly.

“thank you for the flattery, but if i may ask, how do you look so relaxed all the time? i wish i were like you.” you admit with a sheepish expression, and he looks at you a little dumbfounded. 

“me?” he points at himself almost animatedly, eyes widening. “oh dude, if you knew what’s going on inside my head right now- i think you’d say otherwise.”

he puts it lightheartedly, but deep down, you understand he’s rather in the same predicament as you, trying to find a form of relief from the panic before the event actually began. and for some reason, that revelation calmed you down more than anything has — you weren’t alone in this. he’s your co-host after all.

“then that makes both of us.” you state with the hopes of providing him that same comfort, and he seems to acknowledge the meaning behind your words. “it does.”

“you know,” he starts, “i’ve heard that thinking about someone you like really helps the stage fright. i used to only think of my parents before going up on stage, but maybe i’ll change it up today and think of someone else.” 

you feel a prickle of heat up your cheeks, thoughts in your head running the idea that he could be talking about you, but your logical self told you that could only be utter nonsense. 

“you’ll change it up today…?” you repeat slowly, wanting clarification on his words. “does that mindset really work?”

“it does if you believe in it enough? does that sound silly?” he cranes his head a little to the side, shyly rubbing his nape.

you immediately shut down his worries, shaking your head. “not at all! i’ll try it if you say it works. i just don’t know if i have anyone in mind yet.” with that answer, he beams again, opening his mouth to reply but one of the staff members manages to speak before he gets to utter a single word.

“y/n, mark, it’s time to head up. please make sure you bring your cue cards.” they instruct, now waiting on you both to lead you up the stage.

“oh- well then, shall we?” he politely offers his arm out for you to hold, one you take graciously.

“we shall.” you answer with a grin, knowing you’d take mark’s advice to think of a person you like as a way to calm your nerves, and that person might just be him.

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[lelengerine]

helloo! for the drabble event, could u do a celebrities + soulmates au for renjun pls? thank u 🌟

oh to see you

pairing | actor!renjun x actor!reader

genre | celebrity + soulmates au, it’s implied the reader is female for this one ;0; renjun’s a little grumpy in the beginning, do lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 0.9k

notes | thank u sm sm for requesting this, i was so excited to write this one as soon as i saw it in my inbox because i haven't tried writing something like this yet (kinda) ;0; likes, rbs, and feedback are always appreciated !!

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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for once in his entire acting career, huang renjun is left stunned as he reads through the stack of papers detailing his role in an upcoming drama.

he had always resonated with the characters he was assigned to, having a good feel of them before filming even began, yet he can’t seem to wrap his head around this specific one.

his company decided for him to play as a smitten college student, desperately pining over a girl in his year level after figuring out they were soulmates.

it didn’t make sense to him. the character was acting that way simply because they were soulmates and nothing more? what even was the point of love then? 

he would never admit it himself, but he was a romanticist who preferred carefully thought out acts of love over fleeting bursts of affection. though, who was he to argue seeing as the drama was well received by the public when news of it first hit the headlines.

but don’t get him wrong, the idea of soulmates was a concept he was more than familiar with. it wasn’t surprising to hear about it in the first place, especially when the world he lived in was full of it — red strings of fate, matching tattoos, special birthmarks, he’s seen it all, but stubbornly refuses to accept it in its truth. 

perhaps it's because he believed having a soulmate himself was highly unlikely.

he still remembers the stories he’d hear when he was younger about his cousins finding ‘the one’ — a person they shared a special bond with that no one else could replicate. it was then he tried looking for anything that could signify he had one of his own, but to no avail.

the memory still sits bitterly in his mind, yet he finds himself standing in front of the film site, unable to deny the proposal of the director. this was still work, after all.

you’re inside a trailer in the same set, sitting in a pile of jittery nerves as your make-up artist does their best to make you look presentable on camera. 

you had stayed up a bit too much rereading your script over and over again, time passing through your fingertips before you even knew it. dark circles lay under your eyes, but you still think your efforts were worth it. this was your first major appearance in a drama as one of the main leads, a crucial moment in your career to make yourself known. 

you couldn’t let something as precious as that slip away.

“you’re done here, i better see you getting a good night’s worth of rest after this!” your make up artist jests, making you laugh along with them. 

a smile makes its way up your lips as you stand up from the seat, “what would i do without you? though, i’ll be off now!”

with a small wave, you bid them a goodbye, opening the door to find yourself face-to-face with someone who was so effortlessly serene, it kind of intimidated you. “ah- i’m sorry, were you coming in for make up?”

you notice he looks rather familiar, plush lips parted ever so slightly, and eyes twinkling with a shade of pink as he stares at you. his gaze was mesmerizing, a little too much that it brings out your bashfulness, pursing your lips together before deciding to speak again. “hello? did you come here for your make up?”

“huh- oh, yeah.” he quickly transfers his line of sight to his feet, his heart beating like he just ran a 10 meter marathon. he’s never seen you around as one of the make up artists, so who exactly were you?

“my name is y/n.” you begin speaking as if you read his mind, “i’m one of the leads for this drama. it’s nice to meet you…?”

and suddenly his world clicks into place. you were going to be his partner for the drama- ‘snap out of it’, he grumbles to himself, causing you to give him a confused look.

“sorry?” you ask, hoping he could repeat what he just said because you weren’t able to catch it.

“no, it’s nothing. i apologize.” he states softly, “my name is huang renjun. i look forward to working with you.” he’s smiling now, the sparkles in his eyes now glowing a bright yellow, and your cheeks start warming up. did everyone’s eyes normally look like this?

“i- i look forward to working with you too.” you turn away to give room for your flustered expression, “um, you should get ready now. i’ll leave you be.” 

your polite words disappointingly leave him with no reason to refuse. it was a shame, he wanted to talk to you more… wait, what? just what was going on in his mind?

“yeah, okay, thanks.” his replies hurriedly, not at all in the way he hoped for, but it somehow just came out in that manner. “i’ll see you later for shooting?”

“yeah.” you smile for the first time and renjun finally sees the same kind of sparkle that floats in the depths of your irises as his, leaving him just as enthralled as you were moments ago. “i’ll be on my way then.”

the two of you now stand on opposite sides of the trailer’s door, and while you’re wondering how you’re going to properly dictate the lines you practiced while looking at him, renjun’s come to the revelation that there might just be a soulmate for him out there — or rather right outside this very trailer van. 

perhaps he’s just understood the desperation of his character’s lovesickness because he wants to open the door once more and rush out to look for you — you who he hopes is the soulmate he has been silently yearning for his entire life.

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[lelengerine]

req a renjun arranged marriage drabble please?? thank you! i love your writing so much!!

on the contrary

pairing | renjun x reader

genre | modern (?) arranged marriage au, kind of traditional gender standards being forced on both renjun and the reader, reader is implied to be fem, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

wc | 1.2k

notes | sorry this one took a while <//3 i was pretty unsure about it for a long time but i think im decently satisfied with it now,, sorry anon who sent in this req TT on another note, i still hope its an enjoyable read... likes, rbs, and feedback are highly appreciated!!

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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it’s been four months.

four grueling months living in your shared apartment with your husband and the two of you hadn’t even gone past polite greetings yet.

both of you were wed under the decision of his parents and yours who owned two of the wealthiest businesses in the country, huang enterprises and lee electronics respectively. and though it wasn’t necessarily common for families to go through with arranged marriages in this day and age, the same couldn’t exactly be said when the mere mention of your surname held so much value in the corporate world.

the coming together of your two families would ensure a strong and peaceful bond between the parties to not ruin each other over competition. it was rather perfect, or at least that’s how your parents viewed it — akin to a smart, hassle free transaction.

having grown up in such a household, you already prepared yourself for this moment, to be gifted as some sort of peace offering — and though it felt unfair to you who never even had a say in being born into the family, you couldn’t possibly raise your voice against it.

your husband probably felt the same.

huang renjun, the youngest of the huang heirs was matched to you, the sole daughter of the lees — and prior to this arrangement, you’ve only seen each other as acquaintances who met during your parents’ business dinners.

well, that’s not necessarily the worst thing that could’ve stemmed from the sudden arrangement.

that only meant you were starting on a fresh canvas, right? you believed your relationship could blossom over time, however, things didn’t exactly turn up in your favor when you remained in the awkward, contractual relationship with your husband.

you didn’t want to blame him at the beginning of whatever this situation was — neither of you asked for the arrangement to happen anyway, and yet, he never made any effort to get closer to you. you couldn’t understand why that was when the two of you were literally in the same boat which was plenty to bond over.

couldn’t he at least act like a husband to make living in the apartment seem bearable? or was it so difficult for him to show even an ounce of interest in you?

“have you talked to him about it?” your brother’s voice resonates from your phone on the counter as you prepare dinner for yourself at home just like any other day.

“no, mark. how could i even talk to him about that when he barely greets me!” you huff with frustration, “he doesn’t even look at me in the eye when talking and goes straight to his room.”

“maybe he has his reasons-” mark tries to ease you back down, yet his words don’t really seem to be getting to you.

“well if he does, then i don’t understand them at all!” you groan, preparing the small meal you made for yourself on a plate. “seriously, i know this is all for our family’s relationship and theirs, but i’m lonely… really lonely and it hurts-”

as much as you wanted to keep venting to your older brother, you hear the familiar tune of your apartment’s keypad beep from the outside and mumble a soft, apologetic “sorry mark, i gotta go.” before hanging up.

the door clacks and the tapping of shoes reach your ears. “he’s back from work,” you tell yourself, now preparing to greet him — your food long forgotten.

“welcome back home.” you greet meekly as renjun appears into view, just as you always have for the past months.

“thanks.” he replies briefly, scanning the apartment as if he’s looking for something. “is that yours?” a finger is pointed at the plate of food you left behind, questioning why the item was there in the first place.

“oh, yeah. sorry, i haven’t eaten dinner yet.” you respond back, hastily looking between renjun and the lonesome plate on the counter. “i’ll clean up afterwards, don’t worry.”

“you… should eat well.” his words were still as brief as ever, yet there was a subtle tenderness from it.

renjun was never this talkative — if you could even call a few more words talkative. it was strange, but you welcomed the foreign feeling nonetheless. it was better than experiencing another mundane day.

“yeah, i will. thank you.” and for the first time, you feel yourself smile and it’s directed at your husband. he bashfully turns away as you beam at him, “it’s nothing really…”

“i’ve been meaning to ask you something actually, if you have the time that is.” surely now was a perfect time for you to bring up your frustrations, right? he hasn’t paid this much attention to you since… well… since you got the news you were to be wed.

he briefly gazes at the watch resting on his wrist before looking back at you. “i have time before my next work meeting. what is it?”

“do you not like me?” your blunt question leaves him in a daze, trying to comprehend what you just said.

“what kind of question is that, of course i-” he clears his throat, “i mean, i do like your presence. i wouldn’t have gotten married to you if i didn’t. why are you asking?”

“because… you never really cared?” you state, bewildered by the man’s aloofness to not even know the reason behind your words. “at least… it didn’t seem like you did.”

“i- sorry, i thought you’d be uncomfortable if i tried getting any closer… i know neither of us had any say in this to begin with and it wasn’t like we knew each other much prior to this.” he gestures between you both using his finger before hanging his head low, and the itchy feeling of guilt starts creeping up your shoulder.

so he’s been looking out after you the entire time — albeit in his own way, but the sentiment seems to hold value in your heart.

“i didn’t know you felt that way.” you respond softly, not knowing what else to tell him.

“please don’t be sorry. i know i haven’t been a good husband at all, but i swear i don’t dislike you or anything… on the contrary i…” he continues to trail his words, yet they grow softer as they prolong to the point you couldn’t understand anything coming from his mouth.

“sorry, what was the latter part of what you said?” you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

he takes a small breath before staring into your eyes, and you can just faintly make out the pink tint dusting his cheeks “on the contrary, i quite like you a lot.”

“oh…” you blink once, then twice, “oh?” your cheeks start getting warmer, and it seems he isn’t the only one blushing anymore.

“not to say i want to rush you into anything other than the arrangement we already have.” renjun quickly takes back his words with a panicked expression, “you must hate me after living with me the past few months.”

“i do hate you after everything you put me through these past months but…” a chuckle slowly rises up from your chest, and renjun realizes this is the first time you’ve looked so relaxed around him since he’s met you. “i’m sure you know of a way to change that, don’t you?”

“…i do, and i will.” he smiles back at you, “but first, you should really eat your meal, it’s getting cold.”

“ah, right.” you gasp, going over to retrieve the plate before glancing back at him. “will you join me then?”

a lighthearted chuckle escapes renjun before he nods, “of course.”

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[lelengerine]

Hi! If your drabble event is still open, could I please request Jisung + college au + fluff/comfort? Jisung always looks so college boyfriend coded and he is kinda sensitive irl so I think he would fit perfectly as a thoughtful sweet boyfriend 😔❤️‍🩹 Thank you for your hard work!

https://x.com/502spidey/status/1641690274211459072?s=46&t=Tq9aSdZbZ4voR3kbqgerrw

warm, cozy, you

pairing | bf!jisung x reader

genre | sickening (somewhat literally) college au fluff, lots n lots of kisses, nicknames are used for jisung and y/n (jiji and bun respectively)

wc | 0.5k

notes | this is my first work with jisung here! thank u anon for sending in the req it was so cute i loved making this (hopefully its what ure looking for) as always, likes, rbs, and feedback are highly appreciated

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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“jiii, could you not go to class just this once?” your groggy murmur tries luring your boyfriend away from his morning schedule, arms engulfing him in a comfortable bear hug. “it’s so cold, i don’t want you to leave.”

“bun, if i’m not going then who’s taking the class for the both of us today, hm? i’m attending just to make you notes. i know you get grumpy when you don’t understand things from the lecture.” a deep chuckle rises out of his chest as he brings a hand up to touch your forehead, “i don’t want to leave you while you’re sick either—” he states, now using the same hand to pat your head, “—but i’ll come back just as quickly as you could say… um… park jisung!”

“park jisung.” you frankly blurt out in response, as if trying to challenge his words from the get go, leaving the boy utterly flustered. “that’s- that’s not exactly what i meant…”

“i know, i’m just teasing you.” a soft smile makes it way up your face, and jisung softly presses his lips against yours.

the bashful display of affection has you feeling all warm inside, making you forget the fact you were feeling chilly just moments ago. though, it also made you forget about another thing— “jiji, you could get sick from that!” you yelp in place, pushing him away ever so slightly, leaving your boyfriend hanging on the abrupt kiss.

“i’ll just drop by the pharmacy for some more of your meds after class then.” he whines at the lost of contact with a sulky pout, lowering back down shortly after to pepper your skin with more dainty kisses, leaving you with no space to protest against his words.

“there, that should keep you warm for the time being, don’t you think?” he pulls away, marveling at the sight of the flushed trance you were in because of him. “maybe…”

“hm? a simple maybe won’t do though?” jisung tilts his head, pondering for a brief moment before going into your shared bedroom to get something. “here, let me help you put it on.” he states, a familiar grey hoodie in the palm of his hand — it was the ragged one he would usually gravitate to when he was rushing to class. you once offered to replace it with a new one when you felt a small hole through the fabric that definitely wasn’t there before, yet he declined saying he just liked it that way.

his answer was simple, yet made you like the worn-down hoodie all the more like a little trinket.

with you busy with your thoughts, jisung easily slips the warm fabric onto your figure. it’s all warm, cozy, and even smells just like him — the feeling being enough to make you all drowsy again.

jisung cups your cheek as your head starts drooping a little, “you should go back to sleep now, i’ll really be back soon.”

“okay… promise?” you look up at him with pleading eyes and a faint smile, still holding onto the hope that he might just give in and stay in with you.

“don’t give me that look, bun. i promise i’ll come home quick.” he answers back playfully, returning the smile before watching you walk back into the bedroom before picking up his backpack for class and locking the front door after himself.

he should really come home as soon as he’s done with his errands, he reminds himself. after all, how could he leave your sickly self all alone without him acting as your teddy bear?

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[lelengerine]

hiii i love ur writing sm! i saw u had a drabble event and the bookstore and soulmate au caught my attention!🥹 i was wondering if u could write abt those two aus w lele or jaem 🥹…preferably lele since there’s a shortage of fics of him :<

a little comfort and hot cocoa

pairing | chenle x reader

genre | soulmate and bookstore au, lele calls you dummy (affectionately !!), no pronouns are explicitly used in this, lmk if there’s anything i missed!

wc | 0.9k

notes | i feel like this is one of the drabbles im really happy with (mainly because its lele and i absolutely adore my little gummy bear) thank u anon for the req and finally giving me the motivation to write about him !! i apologize for it being very overdue though, pls ACCEPT THIS AS MY OFFERING

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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a familiar jingle passes your ears as you push open the fogged-up glass door leading up to your neighborhood’s local bookstore – the scent of vanilla and cardamom wafting in the air. rows of slightly tattered bookshelves come into view, one that has you unknowingly smiling to yourself.

you’d often drop by when life was getting a little too hectic, finding solace in the comfort of the quaint bookstore. there, you’d be greeted by the warmest of smiles presented by the elderly couple who worked in the store as bookkeepers and knew you almost as if they were close relatives. there weren’t much customers during the day, so they let you stay as long as you pleased, even setting aside a cup of hot cocoa for you when the days got a little chilly.

the welcoming atmosphere almost allows you to completely forget the reason for your visit, only recalling you had just rushed out of an exam, already knowing in your heart that despite the countless hours you spent tirelessly studying your notes, you could have never prepared yourself for the items on the test. 

whatever. that wasn’t the point right now. 

you needed to stop thinking about it for a moment, just until the point came when you didn’t feel like bursting into tears at the mere mention of the topic. you come up to the counter with steadfast movements, yet you didn’t expect that someone else entirely was manning the register at this hour – then again you usually dropped by in the evening when it was just an hour into the afternoon at the moment.

“uh, you’ve been staring. are you alright?” the new staff member asks, a look of slight concern washing over his face at your blanked-out state. your line of sight eventually focuses on him, noting how he resembles a little pouty kitten, which only makes you want to ruffle his hair and even pinch his cheeks. yet, you soon realize his hand had been waving in front of you the entire time, silently calling your attention, and you snap out of your trance, wondering what got into you. 

you weren’t one to space out in the first place. that was… well… a little odd.

“y-yeah, sorry. it’s just that i’m used to the elderly couple that usually takes the shifts in the evening.” you state, trying to downplay your frazzled expression by sparking up small talk.

his head tilts a little to the side, a purse on his lips remains for a moment before he decides to speak, “oh, you mean my grandparents?”

“they’re your grandparents…?” you sputter without much thinking, repeating the same information you were just told. 

“that’s what i just said, dummy.” a chuckle emits out of the boy, and your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. though it’s only been a couple of minutes since you’ve met him, and he’s already begun poking fun at you, his presence is something you’re immediately fond of. you’re comforted by it, reminding you of the cozy ambience that radiates off the bookstore itself.

there was no doubt he wasn’t related to the lovely elderly couple you often greeted during your visits because he was just as lovely.

“can’t someone make an honest mistake around here?” you huff softly, crossing your arms together as if you were offended by his words.

“i never said that!” he quickly responds, “i was just correcting you.” a teasing smile makes its way up his lips, eyes crinkling to make it seem as if he had whiskers – a kitten, you point out in your mind. “what’s your name anyways? by the way you talk, you seem like a regular around here.”

“i am, somewhat?” you answer back with the shrug of your shoulders, “i come here when i… feel like it.”

“well, if you need company… you can always look for me.” it was like he read your mind from your hesitance to answer his question alone. did that mean he wanted to spend time with you? surely no one would say something like that if they didn’t want to see you again, right? your heart starts going into overdrive at the thought, unable to understand the foreign, yet fluttery feeling in your stomach. 

your gaze turns away from him in hopes of calming your poor heart, “i don’t even know your name.”

“chenle. zhong chenle.” even his stride remains confident, eyes still on you even though you’ve turned away from him. “that gives you no excuse to not come find me now, does it?”

“i suppose so… i’m y/n by the way.” you mumble out hesitantly, fumbling with your fingers, and he chuckles at the meekness you’re displaying in front of him. how endearing, he thinks.

“good. make sure you do that then.” chenle walks out of the counter, making his way towards you in light steps, and before you know it, he’s giving a gentle pat to your head. “i hear you like hot cocoa? i’ll prepare you a cup.” he bids before scurrying off to the back of the store, leaving you like a deer caught in headlights.

how did he know you enjoyed hot cocoa here? how much did he know? had he known who you were since the beginning? 

albeit you’re now slightly embarrassed at the revelation, and yet the questions that pop up just as quickly as a system error in your laptop tingle your curiosity. maybe, just maybe, you have a new reason for coming back to frequent the local bookstore.

#lelengerine drabble event #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle fluff #zhong chenle fluff #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles

[lelengerine]

➫ author’s notes

hello lovelies! i mentioned this before in a previous post but i’m finally back (better than ever, i hope) and this event is to celebrate and thank everyone who’s supported me thus far <3 it’s also been around 4 months since this blog was made and i’m genuinely so thankful for the love i’ve received over that short period of time so here we are :D below, you should see the rules to sending in a request! do make sure to follow it, thank you guys once again 🩵

➫ mini drabble request rules

→ pick an nct member (from any of the sub-units) for your request to be about

→ make sure to include any of the au types from the ones below:

     → arranged marriage au

     → bookstore au

     → college au

     → celebrities au

     → fake dating au

     → flower shop au

     → forced partners au

     → gamer au

     → podcasters au

     → royalty au

     → soulmates au

     → twitch streamers au

→ you may add up to 2 different au types and if you have any additional ideas (eg. tropes, other things you want to see) you want to include, feel free to do so :]

→ format of reqs: [member] + [au type] + [additional notes/messages]

➫ just a few final reminders before everything!

→ i will be writing requests using she/her prns for the reader

→ i won’t be writing any requests that i feel uncomfy with (do note i also don’t write anything nsfw!)

→ this is a mini drabble event so please understand most of the works that are coming out of this are around 0.5k - 1.0k words more or less

→ i tend to write slow too so do be patient if i haven’t gotten to ur req yet ><

➫ and that’s practically everything! thank u all so much again and i’m excited to write for you soooon :> all works will be under the tag #lelengerine drabble event

event status: closed

note: thank you to those who sent in reqs, it means a lot !!

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