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enjennie · 3 years

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Bottom’s Up

synopsis: the dreamies during a night of drinking somehow end up talking about their exes, revealing the different types of relationships and exes they have or had.

a/n: this has been long been in my drafts so Jisung was still a minor here, thus I didn’t give him any drinks lmao. Enjoy! btw, I’m still deciding if I should make Haechan’s backstory for this, or if the markHyuck one should do…

[10:37]

The boys have arrived, piling into Chenle’s condominium that was set up just to have their long awaited guys night. They planned this weeks prior, promising each other that after their finals they’d set aside time to drink away their thoughts and release any stress they have that built up.

By 10:50 bottles have been popped and cups have been poured, the boys sat in the balcony to feel the cool air of the city night.

“You guys really aren’t sharing?” Jisung watches as the older boys raise their glasses in celebration.

“You wait a few more months, sir,” Mark sets his glass down and pats the younger boy on the shoulder. Guy nights wouldn’t be complete without Jisung, even if he wasn’t allowed to drink yet. He never minded sitting in the living room, playing with Chenle’s console with Jaemin and then later on laughing at his older friends’ shenanigans once the alcohol hit them.

Renjun isn’t quite the drinker, but Haechan made him a bet and unfortunately, he lost. Being an art major wasn’t easy, he knew he had a few more things to finish before his semester ended but with that, Renjun drank to forget.

Besides his plates, he had nothing else to worry about. He’d been getting emails from companies waiting for him to graduate, a family happy to support him, but surprisingly, the boy lacked in the love department.

His previous relationships, only being flings and one night stands, none of them really ever stayed after the cuddles. Except… a particular someone.

On the opposite side of him sat Jeno, who was watching his friends in amusement. Now, Jeno has a high alcohol tolerance. Although he becomes chatty, and starts to excessively clean his surroundings, he takes care of his friends well. Usually he’s the one who tucks them into bed or prevents anything like drunk driving and some other stupid shit to happen.

Jeno the architectural major was the responsible friend in a night out. The single friend who starts playing the guitar to set the mood when 2am rolls in. And, the single friend with the broken heart, which hasn’t quite mended yet even after three years.

Haechan on the other hand, is a messy drunk but handles his alcohol well until the 2nd bottle. The boy has a lot going on in his mind, and was the first to initiate the plan to drink.

His phone rings, but Haechan dismisses it, tapping the red decline button and watching as the screen faded into black. Mark follows his eyes and hesitantly brings it up.

“Aren’t you going to talk to her?”

Haechan only shakes his head before taking another swig. Everyone knows well enough about Haechan and his girlfriend’s on and off relationship. They break up, make up, fight and the cycle repeats.

Mark’s adam’s apple bobs as he asks another question. “Why don’t you just break up? Y’know… for good?”

The boys around them seem to have noticed the tension that built up and had their eyes fixed on the pair.

“I don’t know, man,” Haechan is too drunk to think about Mark’s question. Too drunk to realize how Mark completely sold himself off to be in love with him with that one question. It wasn’t a big secret, especially since Mark has done a poor job in hiding it, but apparently not bad enough for Haechan to see. Everyone knew, except for the clueless boy.

Jaemin was too busy babysitting Chenle, who was having his first drink tonight, to even have shots of his own. He didn’t like drinking, anyway, and used Chenle as an excuse to keep sober.

Jaemin the medical student naturally tells his friends to lay off the alcohol, as it can damage their liver. He can only do so much though, as the others tend to be hard-headed and stubborn.

“I can handle myself!” Chenle protests, reaching for his glass which Jaemin took away. “You’re supposed to drink, eat a lot then drink again,” Jaemin explains. “You’ve only taken drinks so far, you’ll be knocked out in an hour if you keep this up,” He tells Chenle.

Of course, Jaemin knew his way around drinking. He just didn’t enjoy it, doesn’t like the bitter taste of it. Didn’t like how it made him think of his past either. Jaemin’s cup remains half full, and he uses this tactic to not get refills.

It keeps him away from his phone, sober enough to know better than to drunk text her. Even if her presence was all he yearned for at a night like this.

Jaemin x Reader – By My Side

[COMING SOON]

[12:03]

As the night gets deeper, so do the conversations between the close friends. Just like Jaemin predicted, Chenle had his head down on the table already, passed out.

“Jeno, you know what to do,” Jaemin nodded his head, signaling the boy beside him. Jeno gave him his smile, which now looked more drowsy and silly because of his tipsy state.

Jeno lifts Chenle easily, with Jaemin assisting him, leaving the three boys on the table.

“I want ____. Where is she?” Chenle had his eyes closed, mumbling to his friends. Jaemin and Jeno exchanged looks and laughed at the younger.

Poor boy, had a ton of expectations to meet he couldn’t even date around.

Chenle’s main priority had to be his family, and their business. He couldn’t afford any distractions, but to him, she was more than that. She was his driving force, and it hurt the boy to be keeping her a secret. Only the boys knew about his secret relationship, if word got out that Zhong Chenle the son of the most well-respected corporate business owner was dating, it would be the entirety of Shanghai talking about it.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to show the world and tell everyone who he’s in love with, he knew she wasn’t ready to face it all and step into that kind of light yet.

Chenle x Reader – In The Limelight

While the two boys took Chenle into his room, it left the three boys and Haechan’s buzzing phone out in the cold night air that the terrace provided.

“What happened this time?” Renjun asks, in line with the phone that’s close to annoying the hell out of him if it doesn’t stop vibrating the entire table. Haechan had his head down, and he lets out a laugh. Humorless, just cold.

“I don’t get her. She wants me, then the next second she doesn’t,”

When the boy lifts his head, it’s made obvious of all the pain he’s been hiding. His eyes, teary and sullen. Renjun couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s face, clapping his hands and throwing his head back in laughter. “Aw, c’mon man! It’s only 12am,”

This, however, doesn’t humor Mark the same way. Seeing Haechan in pain was like a bullet through his heart. He gave the boy a pat on the back and watches as his head fall once again. Mark swears he saw a tear fall too.

“I’m not just an object you can set aside, then use when needed,” Haechan continues to wail. Although he was already drunk, Mark felt that Haechan’s words were the most sober when he wasn’t.

As for Mark, the literature major didn’t care much about alcohol. However, it did get his creative juices flowing. Most of Mark’s best written pieces were done when he couldn’t even remember writing them.

During blurry nights intoxicated in alcohol, Mark’s thoughts flow easily through him and onto the sheets of paper that lie around his room. Sometimes, he’ll drink on a school night to get an essay finished for it’s due date the next day.

But seeing as he had no pending things to write, Mark drank for the sake of trying to numb himself somehow. Although it didn’t work well when the person he’s trying to get his mind off of is sat right beside him, thinking of someone else.

Mark x Haechan – Always, I’ll Care

[COMING SOON]

[1:13 am]

When Jaemin and Jeno came back, Jeno was already carrying a guitar. He strums it softly to a random tune he came up with on the spot. Haechan, of course, was singing along. Throwing in words like ‘baby’ and murmuring a few words about love. By now, Renjun’s cheeks were pink and a few hiccups had already escaped him.

“Do you remember that girl Jeno dated second semester of senior year?” he says, out of the blue.

The boys need not ask who, as they all knew who Renjun was referring to. The group of boys burst into fits of laughter and the guitar takes an abrupt stop as its player shoots his friends a nasty look for bringing up his past unprovoked.

“You were smitten, bro,” Mark smacks Jeno’s shoulder as he giggles.

Jeno daggers his eyes to Renjun, who has his head thrown back, laughing.

“How about you, huh? What was her name? _____-“ Jeno begins his avengement by mentioning the name he knew would get back at Renjun. He gets cut off shortly.

“I’ll stop you right there, sir,” Renjun places a hand over Jeno’s mouth before he could speak the name.

“C’mon, how many years has that been though?” Jeno asks after getting the boy’s hand off of his mouth.

“Two, and what about it?” Renjun defensively counters, surprising the other boys.

“He knows! Wow, do you keep count?” Jaemin chuckles, amusement all over his face.

“Shut up, ____ ,” Renjun points a finger at the male, mentioning the name of Jaemin’s past lover. Jaemin’s jaw drops and he crosses his arms,

“That was low,” The corner of his lips tugged into a smile nonetheless.

“C’mon, guys. It’s not like we’re releasing bad omens talking about our exes,” Haechan tugs on Renjun to sit him back down.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve only had one ex and she’s your girlfriend,” Renjun huffs. No one dared to speak the name of Renjun’s ex around him aside from people who have balls like Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan and Mark.

It wasn’t because he was bitter about her. But try as he might, there was a feeling within him that says she’s the one. Or she was. And Renjun was stuck, thinking about all the what if’s. Even after 2 years.

Renjun x Reader – To Be So Lonely [COMING SOON]

“I see things are getting heated over here,” Jisung stood by the door to the balcony now, with a sly smirk on his face.

“Ah right, let’s talk about mister lover boy over here,” Jeno motioned to the younger boy, who surprisingly is the only one to have a love life at the moment.

Jisung was courting the student body president. He could not, however, get her to answer him, but the boy never gives up.

“You must have some balls to hit on your senior,” Jaemin comments. The student body president was in fact two years older than Jisung, but the boy was determined.

Jisung x Reader – Like A Fool

[COMING SOON]

“At least one of us is progressing in terms of love,” Renjun sighed.

“Jeno’s doing well though, isn’t he? Lots of girls always after him,” Jisung gestures to the male beside him who’d started playing the guitar once again.

“I don’t think that counts as doing well,” Jeno mutters, absentmindedly.

“Oh yeah? And how does having half the school pine over you not count as doing well?” Jaemin lightly nudges his friend.

“Because the one I love, is in someone else’s arms right now,”

And cue the exaggerated crying and wailing of his friends, who’d given him sympathetic pats on the back.

Jeno x Reader – We Find Love

[COMING SOON]

“Oh, man,” grumbled Haechan, clearly already very intoxicated. He placed his head between his hands to try and stop his world from spinning. “I got to go to her, I have to say sorry,”

The boys all averted their eyes to the boy who looks to be having his spiritual awakening.

Mark’s heart dropped upon hearing Haechan’s words. He looked down at his hands and sighed. It wouldn’t be the first time Haechan had a sudden realization and wanted to be in his girlfriend’s arms right then and there.

It usually happened when he was smashed drunk, after the 7th or 8th cup. Asking his mates to take him home and running into the arms of his girl.

Mark didn’t know why he wasn’t used to it at this point. It isn’t and never will be him.

“No way,” Jaemin tutted. “You gathered us all here to drink and bothered us for weeks then you’ll flake midway? I don’t think so,” The other boys agreed.

Renjun stretched his arms and fell back onto the chair he sat on. “What’s with the sudden change of atmosphere anyway? It’s like we did release bad omens when we spoke about our exes,”

“You just had to bring ____ up!” Jeno threw a fry at his friend, who was the first to mention his ex and start the discussion. Renjun caught the fry in his mouth, surprising the boys and himself.

“Let’s just drink up,” Renjun raises his glass in the air, although it’s half empty.

“Nice try, here have a refill. We’re all taking equal shots,” Mark had risen and was now reaching for the bottle of beer to pour his friend’s glass.

“To… I don’t know- fuck! To getting fucked up!” Haechan yelled, raising his glass in the air.

The rest of the boys do the same, clinking glasses together and downing it mercilessly to their livers.

Relationships come and go, but the dreamies are always here to stay.

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princeofwawa · 7 years

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#3 – Rose

Tonight nobody slept it seems, I thought but didn’t dare to say loud. Her eyes were telling that, Rose was not ready to smile. We were standing on the crossroads on Swientokrzytska and Nowy Swiat, next to the metro station. It was so windy, cold, and dry air was smashing our faces. Her mascara was on her cheek, and foundation was not able to cover her red face like beetroot.

She was so sweat when I saw her last night. It was the very beginning of the party, I dropped into the room and coincidentally saw her first. She said hello and hugged me. It as so unexpected. We saw each other a couple of times before, but never so close. She chat me 15 minutes, asked how I feel in Warsaw, do I miss my home, do I miss the smell of the sea, what do I like in this country... I might have overreacted, I was feeling in Paradise in fact.

It was a friend of mine’s welcome to Warsaw party in a small apartment in downtown. Very nice environment, there were people from ten different countries, doing different stuff; lawyers, corpos, artists, a psychologist, and an architect. I stepped out saying I need to say hello to the new comer, took a drink, and dressed up with my prince costume. I started to observe.

For every party of this kind, there is always a binding concept, which defines the level of joy. We call it sexual tension. The owner of the concept is my wing (who is the only person knows who I am). Sexual tension in the party makes the conversations much more interesting. It needs some sort of peace, intimacy, and trust. But note that it is also very dangerous thing. Because, people naturally tend to own, which makes sexual tension a treat, which is kinda pain in the ass.

I spotted something was going wrong with the sexual tension. It was simply unbalanced.

Girls and boys were fifty fifty. Cool, normal, looser were distributed normally as well; little cools and loosers, mostly normal people. I counted 4 couples, one miserable. Interestingly a very high number of boys were hitting the same Russian girl. That was the factor ruining the balance.

She was a pretty girl, speaking English with a strong accent, words were getting lost in her sentences, she was between tipsy and drunk, but she was very open, meaning anyone approaches her was easily starting a conversation. Probably that’s why she had several guys around her. The dangerous point was she was with her boyfriend in the party. Adding a point to the potential drama, the boyfriend was a family guy with very low tolerance to this kind of social defects. At 1 am, nobody was aware yet but I saw what is coming through his face.

After half a bottle of red wine and 3 glasses of Jack, I was in a desperate need to talk. I saw Rose in the corner, nicely waiting for attention from Luis. Here I need to explain a bit.

If you are Rose, most of the men keep distant from you. Their brains are designed to define you unreachable, that’s why however open and welcoming you are, they tend to keep distant. Typically a jerk dares to make a move and gets the points fast. A jerk is always a character who has low values, meaning not much to loose, meaning brave. (don’t you believe me? Look around).

Rose was in Luis’s trap. Luis was distributing his attention around. Rose was feeling lonely. I was very surprised with the fact that I ignored her for the past 2 hours. That was not me ignoring her probably; that was the wall I explained which disabled me. Jack helped me to climb the wall, and I started a conversation.

Let me tell you, there was very little sexual tension if not zero. But the conversation was fun, at least for me. I was drunk (mistake 1), mostly I was talking (mistake 2), and I was under control of my feelings (mistake 3) not my brain. Had to believe but I was not trying to seduce or pickup, just enjoying the moment and recognizing how nice she is. Not beautiful, not attractive, not sexy... but nice.

Magical moment of the 20 minutes was the moment I asked if she likes Luis. Her green eyes turned to a line, I saw a bit of despair, an unpleasant gesture, a piece of misery, and concern. It was just a moment, that’s all. I wish I were talented enough to explain you the moment, or even better to picture it. I don’t remember what she said.

Our beautiful moment was cut with a cold breeze. One of the guys hitting the Russian has taken his coat with sharp moves, and announced he is leaving right that moment. I saw the animal ready to fight in my friend’s eyes. I got what was happening.

In five minutes time, most of the crowd left the place. There were 6 people left when I was leaving, including the couple.

When I got out, the crowd was still on the small street discussing where to go next. Rose told she is very cold, Luis was moderating the discussion, others were talking simultanously. It was 4 am in the morning, it was cold. A Skoda approached. Luis held Rose’s hand, they got into the car. One of the guys asked Luis: where are you going, we can follow. Luis said I will let you know through facebook. They went.

I looked at the crowd, decided I was not interested in the rest of the story. I said bye, not many of them heard. I walked home. It was cold, and the wind was cooling me down.

A couple of hours later, I woke up with anger. It was 7 am, and I was not able to sleep at all. No hangover, but full of anger. I was not sure what I was angry to; it felt like an ache. I dashed out.

It was even colder in the street, no more alcohol in the veins which doesn’t help as well. It was windy, still I decided to walk. Luckily I found Aromat in Sienna open, bought a couple of croissants, walked through Swietokszystka. When I reached the metro station, I couldn’t believe my eyes, Rose was coming out. She blushed when she saw me, obviously she had cried, her face was painted with a random mix of cosmetics. I stepped to her, and unintentionally she hugged me. I felt her trembling body and pounding broken heart.

I said come, we started walking down from Tamka until we reach the river. In the next station we saw my favorite syreni of the city. We say on the bench, started watching the river. She said I am cold. I said you need it. She hold my arm, put her head to my shoulder. She was not crying any more.

#princeofwarsaw

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