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neochan · 2 months
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THE PROMISCUOUS TUTOR – TEASER
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SERIES MASTERLIST LINK | remember this is part three of a series! read part one & two for context! cannot be read as a standalone!
PAIRING | tutor!jaemin x reader
SYNOPSIS | na jaemin is too sexy to be holed up in the campus library, but once you catch wind of what he does between the shelves, you know it’s your time to see just how well his reputation proceeds him.
WC | 1.1k for the teaser | 20-25k est. for fic
A.N | this is just a teaser for you guys to get hype!! current wc for the entire project is 14.6k....will be posting the finished fic on feb 1st <3
The echo of your footsteps resonates through the quiet library as you navigate your way to the geology section. The fluorescent lights above flicker intermittently, casting occasional shadows that dance along the bookshelves. You can't help but wonder why Haechan chose such a weird ass place to meet.
Decorative rocks are showcased throughout this area of the library, and in the back of your mind you wonder who in their right mind would study geology. Rocks?
“Took you long enough.” Haechan teases, emerging from the shadows between two bookshelves. You squint at him, your eyes still adjusting to the unexpected appearance.
"Why do you have to be so extra?" you quip, recovering from the surprise. It's the second time today he's managed to catch you off guard.
"Extra is my middle name, darling," he grins, leaning casually against the shelves. You secretly wish they would give in and collapse just for the sake of a good laugh.
"Cut the dramatics, Haechan. Why am I here?" you demand, crossing your arms.
"I want to know what you’re doing with Jaemin," he deadpans, peering up through his long lashes. "Because for the past thirty minutes or so, you've been practically drooling over him." He checks his wrist adorned with a silver watch you gifted him last Christmas, "And I've been keeping track, by the way. Don't bother denying it; I've got eyes everywhere."
You roll your eyes, annoyance creeping in. "That's bordering on stalker behavior, you know."
He casually shrugs, unfazed. "Answer the question."
"I'm studying with Jaemin. What else would I be doing?" you retort, finding the situation utterly ridiculous.
"Sure, you're not one of his study buddies?" Haechan drawls, dragging out the second-to-last word and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You resist the urge to roll your eyes again, realizing you've walked right into his stupid trap.
You glare pointedly. “Just because you caught me looking at another man that isn’t you doesn’t mean I want to fuck him.”
“Oh sweetheart, I didn’t say anything about fucking him.” Haechan replies with a sly grin.
“You implied it!” You huff, jabbing him in the chest with a manicured finger.
He clutches the spot and winces at pain. “Damn your nails are sharp.”
“Why am I really up here.” You were becoming impatient. Perhaps you should have known that Haechan would waste your time. There was nothing of importance for you between these stupid, dusty, rock filled shelved.
A part of you did know it, though. And that part was practically begging Haechan to shove you against the shelves and start fucking your brains out.
You squash that part down. Deep down.
Haechan sighs and takes a tentative step backwards, “Honestly, I was bored and just wanted to mess with you.” You open your mouth to chastise him, but he cuts you off before you can, “But now that we’re on the topic of fucking Jaemin –”
“Don’t think we’re on the same topic here.” You interject.
He keeps going without missing a beat, “I just thought you should know about his....habits” His face beams in pride, as if this super-secret tidbit of information could solve world hunger.
"His habits?"
Haechan takes a step towards you, "Yeah...his dirty, filthy habits."
"What are you getting at Haechan?"
The boy in front of you eyes you up and down before speaking slowly, "You're telling me you don't know?"
You narrow your eyes at Haechan, feeling a mix of confusion and suspicion. "Know what exactly? Stop beating around the bush and just spit it out."
Haechan smirks, relishing the moment. "I just thought you should know that he fucks girls here after hours."
“In the geology section?” You question, skepticism etching your features.
“In the library dumbass.” Haechan retorts, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes lock onto yours, daring you to challenge him.
“Yeah right.”
He stomps his foot in a childlike manner. “I’m serious.”
Your disbelief lingers. "I don't believe you. It's literally patrolled by security after hours," you assert, your arms crossing defensively over your chest.
Haechan rolls his eyes, seemingly accustomed to your skepticism. "Y/n, me and Jeno used to think Jaemin was rocking your shit back when he started tutoring you."
A wry smile creeps onto your face. "How lovely."
“I mean, now we know you just need help with stats –”
“It’s a hard subject.” You defend yourself.
Sure, you’d never been good at math like others, but statistics was a hard class. And your professor made it even more boring with her monotoned voice.
“I know, cheated my way through an A.” Haechan admits, flashing a beaming smile. “Anyways, he has an entire roster of girls he brings to the library after hours. Honestly, you’re the only girl I’ve seen him actually tutor.” The soft glow of the library lights casts a warm hue on the leather-bound volumes that surround you and you notice it illuminates the curve of Haechan’s jaw too.
“Haechan, I swear if this is a prank or a set up.”
He gives another stomp to the worn-out carpet, "Why would I be lying about this?" he insists, his expression genuinely serious. "You know what, meet me here Friday night at nine thirty."
“The library closes at eight.”
“Back entrance is always open.” He winks at you, and you playfully swat his arm. “Gonna prove that I’m not lying.”
“Whatever.”
You find yourself baffled by Haechan's sudden revelation about Jaemin's supposed "dirty habits." There's a lingering question in your mind – why is Haechan even sharing this information with you in the first place? As the absurdity of the situation sinks in, you can't help but wonder what prompted him to bring you to this secluded spot just to share peculiar details about Jaemin's life.
Is he threatened by your sudden interest - if he really was catching on to the fact that you were after Jaemin.
A few beats pass before he’s nudging your shoulder. “So?” He jostles your arm with his own until you swat at him again, “You’ll meet me here?”
“Sure, Haechan.” In truth, you had nothing better to do. And maybe you could use this to your advantage. The next part of this stupid challenge was to fuck Jaemin anyways, and what better way than to use his rendezvous spot to do so.
If Haechan was telling the truth.
“We should make out.”
You slide your eyes to his and cock your head, “In your dreams Hyuckie.”
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thatsatricky1 · 18 days
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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || Prologue
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Thriller, Trauma, Weird Humor.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Slight gore, mentions of blood, mentions of being wounded, angst, abandonment.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,4k+
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This does not depict an accurate picture of Nct Dream and this is strictly fantasy/fiction for entertainment purposes.
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“Run Donghyuck!”
“What do you think I’m doing, strolling through the garden?” Donghyuck replied sharply out of breath as he ran as fast as he could, adrenaline filling his body making him unaware of the stinging feeling in his feet. Jaemin a few paces ahead of him.
Donghyuck skidded to a stop once he finally saw everyone in front of him. Breathing heavily as his eyes scanned over the familiar faces, relief dripping from him but his breath that he finally was catching back was stolen again, eyes widening in realisation.
“Where’s Y/n?!” He barely managed to get the question out from how he was trying to catch his breath back.
“She is coming, don't worry we have one more minute before they start looking for us.” Mark replied, grabbing Donghyuck’s hand, tugging him over to the rest of the group waiting at the mahogany wooden door.
“No this isn’t right, she should have gotten here first.” Donghyuck gasped out in between sucking air greedily back into his body that was desperate for oxygen.
“The security around her hall was timed differently than usual, they changed the rotation early.” Jaemin replied, also heaving in breaths. The whole group needed to gain their breath back.
Renjun winced while checking his pocket watch again, thirty seconds had past, eyes looking down the dark corridor, hearing the blood pulsing behind his ears like a drum.
”Thirty more seconds.” Renjun barely managed to get out.
They’d said from the start that no one would be left behind. The eight of them against the world if they had too. But it had taken months to plan this escape and it looked like one random security route change up would ruin that.
The boys share a glance with each other before Jeno steps to the front deciding something that would change their future.
“We need to leave now.”
“What no. Fuck no. We wait.” Jaemin disturbed as he shook head, eyes widening at Jeno’s words.
“Ten seconds.” Renjun spoke only focusing on his pocket watch hand gripping it tight.
“Our time is limited Jaemin, we can’t wait anymore. She would want us to escape even if she doesn’t get out.” Jeno stressed out grabbing his hair with both hands tugging on it.
Jeno didn’t want to leave her behind but what other option did they have. Stay and continue suffering? They had all been waiting years to get away from the hell hole they were trapped in.
“Jeno is right, there’s no time left.” Mark managed to say even if every fiber of his being didn’t want to admit it.
“Are you out of your mind?” Donghyuck says moving to tug at Mark’s vest slightly red in the face whether from the running or anger no one could tell, most likely both.
“Five seconds.”
“We get it!” Donghyuck spat at Renjun who was still insistently calling out the time left before they really had to go unless they wanted to be stuck there.
“Donghyuck we need to go, she’ll understand.” Mark cut his yelling off lest they get any unwanted attention grabbing his friend's face, cupping his jaw in his hands to face him. Mark noticed the tears welling in his friend's eyes.
”Promise. Promise me that she’ll understand.” Donghyuck all but begged.
“I… I promise.” Mark managed to grit out through clenched teeth.
Mark letting go of Donghyucks face when he finally nodded back.
“Will she be okay?” Jisung finally spoke up, unlike the others who held back tears, his were free flowing.
“Y/n is tough, she’ll be okay Jisung.” Jeno reassured with a tight lipped smile, not sure if he was trying to convince Jisung or himself.
“She will be okay.” Chenle spoke up with a determined look. Out of all of them, Y/n was always the one to keep it together.
“Waiting period is over.” Renjun stated putting away his pocket watch, lip quivering as he watched the hallway in front of them. Silence, with no familiar footsteps coming towards them anytime soon.
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Flashes of red neon hued lights flashing on and off. A blaring alarm ringing through the air signally something was wrong in the facility. An attempted escape.
Y/n didn’t know what to focus on. The burning feeling all over her body, muscles aching and screaming for a break, throat dry and swollen from air being swallowed down greedily and being exhaled too fast, blood thumping and rushing. Not to mention the gushing wound on her side.
The stomping of boots fading in the background as she made pace. Always having been the fastest, something the facility took pride in but not at this moment.
For the first time in what felt like days, weeks even she smiled. A smile of relief. Her freedom, her boys freedom so close she could touch it. Somehow the hope in her stomach pushed her faster as she bounded down the second last hallway. Hand still pushing pressure into the side of her torso.
“I’m coming! Boys I’m nearly there!” Y/n let the scream ripple out her dry cracked lips, not needing to be quiet as she was already being chased down. By the ones who’d taken her in the first place.
Taking a sharp right, managing to keep her footing as she raced across the sterile white tiles bare feet staining the floor red in her wake. Seeing the dark mahogany door now.
Her smile dropped into a frown of confusion as she raced down it, not seeing a person in sight. Not the seven figures she’d been expecting to be there. Skidding to a stop a few steps away from the door, that had been left ajar.
Her breathing haggered as she stood wobbling, balance unstable as her eyes trained on the door. Trying to wrap her head around the sight before her. Though it was plain and simple to connect the dots, her mind could and would not accept the sight.
Hand leaving her side slipping away from her gushing wound, slow droplets of blood rolling down her paling hand, falling down onto the once clean white tiles below her.
”No.” Her whisper lost between the loud blaring alarm.
Her figure disappears into the darkness only to reappear every few seconds in the floodlights of red coming from the lights. Swaying slightly now yet her eyes stayed trained on the door, the one that led to her escape.
Her body tried to take a steady deep inhale through her nose but a sudden blinding pain caught her off guard spreading through her head, time seemingly slowing down as her sight seemed to be going sideways.
Y/n not even noticing it wasn’t just her sight going sideways but her body that collapses down onto the ground. A figure behind her being revealed not much older than herself as he stood there eyes wide gazing down at her, his grip on the metal pipe in his hand tighter if possible.
Her body thumped onto the ground in a heap, a mess. Eye glazed over with unshed tears, pain radiating through her. Not just physically but from deep within her.
“Good job Jeongin, very well done my boy.” An older man’s voice cut through the loud alarms.
Y/n not being able to hear it, everything sounding drowned, like she was underwater. She laid there unfocused eyes still staring at that mahogany door from where she was on the floor.
“I told you not to harm my girl, only to detain her!” The older man's voice sounded angry now yelling at people in the distance finally having caught up a bit too late to her.
“Get her to the medical ward, don’t harm her any further or you’ll all be missing a hand as punishment. We’ve already lost seven of my boys, my girl isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
Y/n barely felt the touches against her body, not even the hand that pressed tightly against her wounded side. Her body being dragged up, held against someone as they started walking away from the door.
Her hand just barely managed to lift weakly up in the direction of the wooden door that was slowly getting further away.
‘They left me.’ Was all that ran through her head, hand falling limp, her eyes finally failing her as her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open, the pressure of her eyes closing finally letting a tear slip past rolling down her cheek.
They left me.
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Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2
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tyonfs · 2 years
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bitch hunters
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huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are determined to have girlfriends by the end of their college years, but that’s easier said than done when they’re known as the biggest players on campus.
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual content (smut), alcohol consumption 
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! welcome to my nct dream 00 line series that i’m super hyped for !! since i never did anything for my 1k followers milestone.... or 2k.... or 3k.... or 4k.... consider this my 5k milestone ♡ these are going to be like mini fics (around 5k??) so it’s a refreshing break from the long fics :’) the stories are loosely connected but you don’t have to read in order. send me an ask or comment to be added to the tag list! thank you for reading & i hope you enjoy!!
COMPLETED ▸ november 27th, 2022
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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑
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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒
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PAIRING ▸ huang renjun x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol consumption, sexual tension, teasing, dirty talk, one night stand trope, fingering, palming, oral (fem. receiving), more oral (m. receiving), choking, raw sex (pls use protection), in this society we make important decisions with rock paper scissors, copious amounts of anime references, ft. jaemin, hyuck, and jeno tormenting poor renjun
SUMMARY ▸ huang renjun might be the least committed to all this “bitch hunting” bullshit, and he doesn’t want to stoop to the level of stupidity his friends are at. that’s why he’s pissed when you’re strutting around in those high waisted shorts wherever you go, making renjun lose all sense of reason.
STATUS ▸ bitch attained
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PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, strangers to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, smut, couch sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, dry humping, lots of teasing!! and some degradation and praise, oral (fem. receiving), choking, size kink, bulge kink, hyuck is insufferable, i’m sorry this is pure filth, despite the warnings there are fluffy moments
SUMMARY ▸ lee jeno doesn’t want to give up the carefree life of a single man, not tied down by emotional entanglements and commitments. that is, until he sees you smacking a man twice your size with a stack of engineering paper. he kind of falls in love, so jeno does what any normal person does and invites you over to netflix and chill. 
STATUS ▸ bitch attained
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PAIRING ▸ lee donghyuck x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, some angst, crack, college au, strangers to friends to lovers au, slowburn
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, alcohol and weed consumption, “opposites attract” trope, mentions of anxiety, nahyuck are extra stupid in this fic, hyuck has his euphoria moment, momentary fwb, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), slight corruption kink, high sex, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), and lots of fluff !! 
SUMMARY ▸ lee donghyuck’s competitive spirit to find the best girlfriend results with him setting his sights on yoo jimin, the hottest girl on campus. however, trying to get close to her ends up with him being pushed in her roommate’s direction. donghyuck has never considered dating someone as quiet as you, but, for whatever reason, he’s infatuated.
STATUS ▸ bitch attained
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PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, crack, college au, coming of age, best friends to lovers au
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, slowburn, alcohol consumption, lowkey fwb, hints of found family, jaemin has douchebag tendencies, love triangle ft. sunwoo from tbz, sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, commitment issues, jaemin’s a vet tech, mentions of throwing up, bitch hunter shenanigans 
SUMMARY ▸ na jaemin, resident playboy and serial heartbreaker on campus, thinks he might have a crush on you. this is concerning because he’s slept with your roommate before, who called him something along the lines of “a waste of a human.” another reason why this is concerning is because you happen to be jaemin’s best friend of seven years, and you know far too much about him to ever consider dating him.
STATUS ▸ bitch attained
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𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄
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MOST COLLEGE STUDENTS HAD SOME SORT OF TRADITION THAT THEY RELIGIOUSLY FOLLOWED. 
These unspoken rules ranged from locking themselves up in one of the library’s study rooms to cram five weeks of organic chemistry into their brain, to opening their window and screaming out profanities during finals week, to praying to a higher power out there in hopes that, no matter what, they wouldn’t black out at a party the night before their lab final.
For Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuck, and Na Jaemin, they practiced their own tradition: bitch hunting.
This term wasn't coined in a demeaning way. In fact, it stemmed from the fact that the four of them were bitchless, and to overcome being bitchless, one must attain a bitch (respectfully).
A wise man named Jeong Jaehyun once said, “You can fuck around during your first few years of college, get your shit together for your third, but your fourth is cuffing season.”
Jaehyun was one of the founding bitch hunters along with Johnny Suh, Yuta Nakamoto, and Lee Taeyong. The four of them lived in the very house whose lease they ended up passing down to Donghyuck and his roommates. They created a set of laws in their household that stated that they all would get cuffed by the end of the year, and all four of them fell in love. Since their success story was so good, they allowed their house to be a representation of their legacy, and passed it down to Mark Lee and Lee Donghyuck.
With five people living in one house with four rooms and a four-person lease, Jaemin had to crash with Jeno until Mark graduated. For Mark, while everyone else was trying to secure internships and pass their classes, he was meeting girls left and right until he fell in love with the one.
The one, as the Four Horny Bitches of the Apocalypse realized, was what they desired most out of this venture.
A year passed, and Na Jaemin could finally be part of the lease and have his own room. Additionally, it was also time for the four of them to commence their season of bitch hunting.
So, they all sat down together and created a set of guidelines that they would follow and abide by.
“I can’t believe Mark went bitch hunting all by himself,” Donghyuck complained, staring down at the contract that Renjun was scribbling on. “He didn’t have to do stupid shit like this.”
“This is just so that we can all bitch hunt in peace,” Jeno reasoned. “I mean, I don’t want to hear you guys blowing out someone’s back if I’m studying for a test or something.”
Jaemin raised a brow. “So, this is basically a housemate contract.”
“Basically,” Renjun confirmed. “Except it’s less ‘who’s washing the dishes’ and more ‘who gets to fuck on the couch.’”
“The couch? No way,” Jeno complained. “I sit on that couch!”
“We all sit on this couch, Jeno,” Donghyuck retorted.
“Can we just agree to keep the sex to our rooms?” Jeno bargained, and Renjun hurriedly noted it down. Jaemin reached over and crossed it out immediately, and Renjun glared in response to his sheepish grin.
After hours of talking it through and arguing (and then arguing more because Jaemin proposed some absurd rules), the four housemates finally curated a proper contract that was left for them to all sign and follow.
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Fall is here. Classes are starting. Hormones are on the rise.
Let the bitch hunting begin.
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𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒
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PAIRING ▸ ???
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, angst, crack, college au
WARNINGS ▸ TBA
SUMMARY ▸ ???
STATUS ▸ bitchless
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atinyjules · 22 days
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Broken Melodies: Fake or True? ft. Lee Jeno {mini - masterlist}
"Are the feelings we have for each other real or just fuelled by the desperation of our families to live in peace?"
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For as long as you could remember, the Lee family and your family, the Na Crime family had been in a longstanding feud. But as your father and the Lee family's head got older they started to crave for peace and harmony between them. That's where you and their youngest come in. The only way that would get the men of both sides to get along was by declaring their beloved prince and princess as lovers. You and Jeno were out of it, you refused to hold any kind of relationship with each other, whether platonic or romantic but in order to see your fathers happy the both of you didn't have a choice but to come to terms with the situation. But what happens when the both of you or one of you start to catch feelings?
"Don't be mistaken, Lee Jeno. The only reason I'm agreeing to this whole ordeal is my father." Eunbi said earning a scoff from Jeno.
"As if like you're any important to me. I'm doing this for my dad and my family." he said as the both of you looked away from each other.
Lee Jeno
Na Eunbi
Moodboard 1 (Lee Jeno)
Moodboard 2 (Na Eunbi)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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sixzeroes · 1 year
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moon taeil’s basement is where dreams come true. at least, that’s how it goes for no celestial, a pop rock band on the rise. part-time students, full-time artists—the four of them are booked and busy, their entire souls poured into their musical careers. but what the quartet want more than just fame is a taste of love—something taeil’s basement can’t exactly fulfil.
maybe, college might offer some help.
alternatively, a retelling of my college experiences through a not-very-researched band au because i’m desperate for band!nct </3
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TRACK #01 _ is this song about us?
► eight years ago, you decided to end things with your first boyfriend after agreeing that the relationship wasn’t working. it was heartbreaking, but you got over him with time—or so you thought. your heart is starting to run at an all-too-familiar erratic pace. perhaps, your feelings for him never went away. and perhaps, he’s in the same predicament as you, considering that the band’s latest album is allegedly dedicated to his first love.
pairing. vocalist!renjun x psci-major!reader(f). genres. exes-to-lovers, pop rock band au, university au, non-idol au, tbd.
status. unreleased.
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TRACK #02 _ the mundane things in life.
► you’re a little plain, but it’s not like you really care. there’s nothing wrong with simply living life on do not disturb, low power mode, silent mode on. but some alarm begins ringing in your monotonous lifestyle—and all of a sudden, you’re out on your very first clubbing night, drinking your very first cocktail, listening to a live band for the very first time, and having your very first kiss with the hot drummer in the restroom.
pairing. drummer!jeno x art-major!reader(f). genres. strangers-to-fwb-to-lovers, pop rock band au, university au, non-idol au, tbd.
status. unreleased.
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TRACK #03 _ keeping tabs on lee haechan.
► this is the first time you’ve seen your best friend in love, and to be frank, it’s kind of scary. she’s developed a crush on some guy she slept with who just so happens to be a student in your faculty, too. so, you’re tasked with keeping tabs on her newfound love. no biggie, except for the fact that you’re starting to fall in love with the guy who was lowkey an asshole at first but is now caring and gentle and—wait, he has a twin brother?
pairing. guitarist!donghyuck x bio-major!reader(f). genres. (one-sided) enemies-to-lovers, pop rock band au, university au, non-idol au, tbd.
status. unreleased.
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TRACK #04 _ ditto (hope you feel the same).
► one month, and not once have you seen the face of your student’s guardian. you’re more of a babysitter than a tutor at this point, teaching the teenage girl a few basic survival tips. when you begin to doubt the existence of her uncle, he comes stumbling through the front door, reeking of alcohol. you aren’t sure who you had been expecting, but nothing would’ve ever prepared you for the sweet family guy no celestial’s bassist is.
pairing. bassist!jaemin x econ-major!reader(f). genres. acquaintances-to-lovers, pop rock band au, university au, non-idol au, tbd.
status. unreleased.
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IN A CERTAIN SENSE, MOON TAEIL IS A FATHER TO FOUR YOUNG ADULTS. In the same vein, he’s basically the manager of a pop rock band. Don’t ask him how or why; he’s not too sure either. At one point in his life, he ended up babysitting his younger brother and three of his friends. They must’ve had one hell of a time because afterwards, four little gremlins would show up at Taeil’s bedroom with expectant eyes.
Those four little gremlins are the same ones that have now established a band and utilise Taeil’s basement for all sorts of things. Not only is it their studio, it’s also become their makeshift living space. At least they pay rent through the revenue their gigs bring in.
Club Moonlight is located at the edge of Neo Culture University, amidst a plethora of restaurants that close by ten p.m. It’s a sensation on campus, a must-go-to-at-least-once-in-your-life sort of place. With the nightclub alone, Taeil rakes in a good amount of money. But when No Celestial performs, the income is outstanding.
Taeil, to be frank, is a little worried for the boys. He can’t even refer to them as ‘boys’ anymore, either. They camp out in the basement and live off of cup ramyun whenever Taeil forgets to feed them. But then again, it’s not like they lack survival abilities or social skills. Perhaps, Taeil is just overthinking as a result of practically raising them for nearly fourteen years.
He sighs, setting down the cup he’d been drying for the past ten minutes. In thirty minutes, the club is to open and No Celestial is planning to play a few songs. Taeil looks over at the stage, where the DJ set had been pushed aside for the band’s equipment.
Huang Renjun, the lead vocalist and keyboardist, is busy messing around with his electric keyboard, adjusting the volume to his liking. Taeil is the least worried about him; he’s quite the competent kid who has demonstrated independence on many occasions. Renjun is just…a little too mean to people with his blunt truths. Taeil fears he might end up creating several enemies here and there without actually meaning to.
Lee Jeno, the drummer, is flipping through his music sheets with his lips pressed into a thin line. Taeil is very, very worried about him—not that Jeno is incapable of surviving, but as his older brother, Taeil can’t help but feel nervous at the thought of allowing the kid to live all on his own with no adult supervision. Additionally, Jeno likes to sleep around. Taeil respects the game, but he’s concerned about, you know, STDs and the like.
Lee Donghyuck, the rhythm guitarist, is off to the side with his guitar, plucking the chords and fixing the tune. Taeil is also very worried about him. He’s a smart kid and will probably survive just fine, but he comes from a rich family who are rather dead set on making him a doctor. Donghyuck is also an alcoholic, although the kid firmly denies the accusation. Taeil just hopes that the habit of downing soju will disappear soon.
Na Jaemin, the bass guitarist, is nowhere to be seen. Taeil technically has nothing to worry about as Jaemin is already a legal guardian and has been taking care of his niece for three years now. But the kid is overworking himself to provide for the girl, and it’s evident that the hours spent doing physical labour is taking a toll on his body. Taeil can only pray that graduating will allow him to land a stable career with a hefty income.
The clock strikes ten forty-five. In fifteen minutes, the nightclub will be in full swing, with No Celestial on stage and his employees running around to keep things in order. Taeil scans the bar, ensuring that everything is tidy. He clasps his hands together.
It’s time for another night of fun.
now playing ► no celestial by le sserafim.
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nabi’s note | whaaaat a pop rock band au when i have zero clue as to how bands work??? (dawg could i even count this as a band au it just feels like a college au,,) n e ways i am so so excited to start this series bc it’s a mix of my fantasies and my irl experiences lol we’ll see where this goes 👀 ngl this was supposed to be a university/college au but i really felt the need to make it a band au so i decided to shift some things around to make them a band 😹😹 i am a sucker for rockstar!00line so it was about time i made a cute lil bad boy rockstar band au for the dudes that i’m obsessed with ^^ ik i’ve been lowkey uploading a lot of stuff but i just have sm ideas rahhh i need to get them out asap! also yes this is inspired by le sserafim!! i don’t really listen to them but this song is so good i just had to <3
btw | i’m not too sure yet but depending on the flow of my feelings, these works may contain smut! for now, the series is definitely suggestive, but i might write smut if i feel brave enough lol ^ 
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Welcome To The Kingdom | Jeno
Chapter Ten: Little Games
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Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!
Word count: 4670 Genre: drama, fake relationship Author: maari Warnings: Reader being jealous, the never ending slow burn, both of them being a total menace lol Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! I was committed to posting this chapter yesterday as a gift for you but I needed to celebrate with my family too, so without further ado here we are starting the year 2024 with a new chapter. Summary: The little games started in the kingdom and are far from over.
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“Your Highnesses.”
Y/N turned back and smiled restrainedly at the royal advisor, Linda had worked at the castle for many years and the best parties were organized by her.
It was one of the reasons for the princess to be there, in the King's office, to talk about the details of the wedding.
She and Jeno. Talking about their wedding.
It didn't feel real yet.
After breakfast, which was as pleasant as possible, the king explained that he would speak to parliament and the press on the same day, to ensure that the attack wouldn’t go unpunished, the atmosphere became more tense.
Although Y/N had suggested that she go along with her father, he denied it. This was a matter that would take up a lot of the princess's time and she would have to decide the details of the upcoming wedding.
“Linda, great to see you again!” Y/N spoke after the woman bowed to the two. “This is Prince Jeno.”
Linda lowered her head again to greet him and he smiled politely.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” she said. “Although I already knew a little about your highness.”
Jeno raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, really? I wonder why.” He glanced at Y/N who pretended not to take the hint.
“Let’s sit down, we have a lot to talk about.” Y/N pointed to the couch and the three of them went.
Jeno sat a little closer to Y/N than he should have and that didn't go unnoticed, Linda smiled discreetly while the princess tried to keep her expression calm.
Although she wanted to move away because the heat of Jeno's leg touching hers was leaving a weird tingling sensation in her stomach.
“I put together some ideas for the ceremony and reception.” Linda handed the folder she carried to the two of them.
Jeno held on, it was incredibly heavy, and turned his torso a little more towards Y/N, getting slightly closer.
She took a deep breath before focusing her attention on the photos.
The parties that Linda had chosen were of different themes, one was completely royal that would have some traditions but was more modern than the last weddings in Y/N's family, another seemed to have a slightly more Greek theme and the last one a little more vintage.
The princess and Jeno observed the photos carefully, all the themes were incredible and the references that Linda had selected made the task of choosing much more difficult.
“What about our clothes?” Jeno asked, after they went through at least half of the photos.
“Well, I left it free for you to choose. We have a few designers who have offered to work for your highnesses' wedding, including Zuhair Murad.”
The princess looked at Linda, surprised.
“Zuhair Murad? That Zuhair Murad?”
Jeno looked at the princess, seeing her eyes shine.
“Yes, your highness.”
Y/N blinked a few times, perplexed. She admired Zuhair Murad's work and loved his dresses, but she never imagined he would be interested in making her wedding dress.
“Would your highnesses like to make any requests for the costumes?” Linda held up her tablet, ready to take notes.
“I can’t know which dress Y/N will choose?” Jeno raised his eyebrow as he looked at Linda, who laughed discreetly as Y/N crossed her arms.
“No, your highness.”
"I have a request." The princess spoke, looking at Jeno. “May his tuxedo have a decent shirt that covers his neck.”
Linda swallowed a laugh while Jeno looked at the princess almost offended, because part of him was even finding it funny.
“Honey, you don’t need to show your jealousy in front of people, soon I’ll be yours anyway.” He winked at her and smirked, amused to see her falter.
Y/N didn't respond right away, she just continued staring at him and then smiled evilly.
He wanted to play, right?
Well, she would have two dresses to get revenge on Jeno.
“You’re right, my love.” This time, it wasn't irony that Jeno found in Y/N's tone, but something he didn't expect, competitiveness.
The princess went back to talking to Linda about the designers and how they would get in touch with them to see the models of the dresses, while Jeno was busy looking at the photos of the buffet that would be hired even though his head was thinking about what Y/N was up to with all that.
She didn't roll her eyes or pinch him without Linda seeing, that was strange.
He was expecting some kind of retaliation and got absolutely nothing.
After everything was agreed with Linda, she left the room and left the two alone, Y/N got up and went to the large window hugging her body while Jeno looked at her curiously.
Y/N took a deep breath and faced the landscape outside, she had only been away from home for a short time but had missed practically everything in her kingdom, in her home.
“You seem happy.” Jeno commented and followed the same path as the princess, stopping next to her to observe what she was looking at.
He was getting used to that kingdom.
Y/N smiled discreetly.
"And I am." he sighed. “You know what it feels like to finally come home.”
Jeno agreed and put his hands in his pants pockets.
“Then why does your voice sound worried?” He asked, curious and that made her look at him in surprise.
Y/N debated whether or not to speak to him, but remembering that Jeno would be her ally from now on made her choose positively.
“So much going on and the two of us here, having to see the details of the wedding.” the princess passed her hand over her face. “It seems kind of… selfish.”
She shrugged, she hadn't gotten the attack out of her head since she had seen it on the news and being there, without being able to do anything useful made her feel… incapable.
"Hey." Jeno brought his palm to touch her shoulder very gently, almost imperceptibly. “It’s not selfish. It’s something that needs to be done, princess.”
“But while people are grieving for their injured loved ones in hospitals? How can this be acceptable?” she questioned, focusing her gaze on a fixed point outside.
“Princess, look at me.” Jeno didn't get a response so he brought his hand to her chin, making her lift her face to look at him. “Y/N.”
She couldn't look away from Jeno, even though in her mind she felt like she had to so as not to get lost in his serene eyes.
And she felt a very slight shiver on the back of her neck when she heard her own name.
“The people of this kingdom deserve a reason to celebrate.”
“Do you think they want to raise the flag on our coat of arms?!”
“That’s not what I mean.” he spoke firmly and she frowned. “I’m talking about our alliance, they will have reason to see security in our union.”
Y/N was surprised by Jeno's sincerity and she herself believed those words, which is why she smiled sideways. Jeno mirrored her reaction and neither of them moved an inch.
They stayed there, looking at each other complicitly until Jeno's eyes went down the princess's face and looked at her mouth.
Y/N swallowed hard and suddenly her lips seemed to have lost all their hydration when Jeno's eyes fixed them, but she did the same.
She stared at the prince's full, pink lips that seemed too inviting for her lucidity.
Y/N stood still without knowing what to say or do, and Jeno interpreted that as a positive response, if it had been negative he would have certainly already been slapped in the face, and he got close enough so that their breaths were closer and he took hand up to Y/N's cheek.
He just needed to get a little closer, she was there and didn't look like she was going to back down.
He was so close that he could smell her perfume…
The door being suddenly opened made them both jump back and move away, Y/N blinked a few times and almost thanked the odds.
If she hadn't seen the maid at the party there with a fake look of shock.
It was enough for her to frown.
“A thousand pardons, your highnesses, I didn’t know you were here.” she bowed before hurriedly leaving the room as quickly as she entered.
Y/N faced the closed door and felt a bitter taste in her mouth as well as her blood bubbling.
She wouldn't be a shrew queen, but she would have to deal with that insolent maid if she wanted to keep her truce with her fiancé.
Worse, if she wanted to maintain the stability of her reign.
[...]
"Mom?"
The queen raised her head when she heard the princess's voice echo through the office and frowned when she saw her there.
"Yes, my dear?" she put down her pen, giving her daughter her full attention.
"Are you busy? I would like to talk with you."
The queen moved her hand, indicating for her to enter and she did so.
“You can come in, I was signing some things about our financial aid for the victims of the attack.”
Y/N took a deep breath, feeling her heart sink and sat down in front of her mother.
“I saw the statement.” she smiled restrainedly.
The king and queen had announced that they would help the victims in every way, with medical and psychological help, as well as their families while investigations were still ongoing. It was the least they could do to alleviate the suffering of their people.
“We had to do it.” she explained and faced her daughter, interlacing her fingers on the table. “But I don’t think that’s what you want to talk to me about.”
Y/N nodded.
“Well, since I know you hate beating around the bush, I’ll be direct. What should I do when a maid can bring trouble to my alliance with Jeno?”
The queen raised her eyebrows, partly shocked to hear that even though it had already been predicted.
"What kind of problem?"
The princess measured her words, she would be honest with her mother but not rudely. She wasn't talking to Yeri, she needed to act like the princess she had been taught to be.
And that's why she went to her mother, she wanted to have a more rational opinion.
“You know I don’t love Jeno the way you love my father.” she remembered and saw the queen reluctant to agree. “And you also know about Jeno’s fame before Prince Romeo’s image, and let’s just say that this maid is an old fling of his.”
The queen understood her daughter's words well and smiled discreetly.
"Of course. What do you think should be done in this type of case?”
“Considering that we have to pretend even to the employees that we are in love with each other, her presence here poses a threat.” she concluded.
“Yes, and threats we eliminate.”
“I just don’t think it’s fair to fire her for sleeping with him.” the princess shrugged, feeling her head spin.
She was fed up with that maid and fed up with that subject.
“Do you know what makes a really good royal maid?” The princess shook her head. "Discretion. Trust. If one of our employees doesn't deliver on either of these two things, then our reign could fall apart.”
“Consequently the kingdom too.” Y/N concluded.
“There are two options, my dear, you fire the girl and run the risk of having a former employee spreading our secrets around or you can strengthen a bond that will be great for both parties.”
Y/N frowned.
"What do you mean by that?"
“Find out what she really wants and make it easier for her to get it.”
She narrowed her eyes, understanding the same line of reasoning as her mother.
“Don’t just give it to her as a deal.”
Her mother shook her head.
“Deals don’t work in situations like this, there will always be blackmail. Show that you have a faster way.”
The princess nodded and an idea emerged.
"You're right." She got up from her chair. “I will resolve this as soon as possible. Thank you, mom.”
Y/N prepared to leave, but her mother called out to her as soon as she opened the door.
"Yes?" she turned around after hearing her name.
“Be careful, maybe you're burying something you don't want to see but it's right in front of you.”
Y/N was confused and stared at her mother, waiting for her to continue but she didn't say anything else, making the princess agree and leave trying to figure out what her mother had said.
But her head didn't focus on that for now, she went to the kitchen where she knew most of the maids were and one in particular wanted to talk.
It wasn't so rare to see Y/N in the kitchen, she had her father's altruistic spirit and didn't follow the house rules about not going to the employees' quarters or the places where they worked, she liked seeing them and especially talking to them. It made her come out of her royal bubble.
However, it was still funny to see the employees stop in shock to bow.
“Your Highness!”
“Nana!”
"Something happened? Need something?"
Y/N smiled slightly at the housekeeper.
"No, it’s alright. Please get back to work, I’m just taking a walk around the castle.”
Nana gave the signal for the employees to return to their duties and the princess had to control herself not to roll her eyes at a specific employee.
“Nana.” Y/N approached and the housekeeper continued listening, attentively. "Can I talk to you?"
“Of course, your highness!”
The princess walked ahead, heading towards the back garden and stopped near the fountain, far away so no one could hear.
“I want to know a little more about the younger maids.” she spoke directly. “They recently came to the castle and I couldn’t pay attention to the details before.”
“Because of your training.”
Y/N nodded. At the same time that new maids entered the castle, the princess was busy with royal tasks.
Studying whatever she could, from geopolitics to the art of using a bow and arrow, she was being prepared to be the queen she was born to be, smaller details like maids were up to her mother.
“What would you like to know, your highness?”
"Everything." she spoke firmly and paid attention to Nana.
The princess heard everything, knew the names of the maids but was still confused about their roles.
And well, apparently the maid in question she wanted to know helped with everything she could or was assigned. From what she heard, she realized that the girl worked harder than she should and knew exactly what to do the moment she heard that she was a little more ambitious than the rest.
It was exactly what she wanted to hear and needed to know. It was enough.
She talked to Nana some more, really interested in getting to know her employees a little more and when she had heard enough, Nana was called and she walked away from the princess bowing.
Y/N took a deep breath, she already knew when she would act and how, she just needed to make a phone call and went back inside the castle in search of her phone.
She would resolve this situation as quickly as she could. She didn’t have time to waste.
She passed by the east side of the castle and would have passed by a room she knew well if it weren't for the reflection she saw in the mirror, she stopped where she was and slowly approached the gym door.
Jeno was preparing to do a series of weightlifting while breathing heavily, his black tank top was clinging as well as his slightly wet hair that fell across his forehead.
Well, of course Y/N's intention wasn’t to stay there and watch Jeno training but when his arms started to move, leaving his exposed biceps, it was a difficult task to move away.
Even because Y/N's jaw dropped because practically accidentally eating his body with her eyes that her brain wasn't working properly.
And when he dropped the weights on the floor and groaned loudly, her legs wobbled.
"My God." Y/N didn't even control her voice, which came out louder than it should have.
Jeno searched the room for the sound with his eyes and Y/N tried to hide before his eyes met hers, uselessly.
Because Jeno not only found her, he spoke to her.
“Princess, to what do I owe the honor?” she closed her eyes to take a deep breath and she could feel his small smile as he spoke.
Y/N turned completely to face him and smiled politely, forcing her eyes to look at his face and not his arms.
“I was just passing by to see if the gym was free but since it wasn’t, I’ll come back later.” she lied and heard him laugh.
"Wait a second." he said, approaching where the princess was. “With a gym this size, I think we can share the space, right?”
Y/N pondered, he was right.
“Unless you will get distracted so easily with me here.”
Jeno crossed his arms, making even bigger and she looked at him boredly, swallowing hard.
She needed to control herself, she wouldn't be tempted to look at his arms. Again.
"You're so funny." she replied sarcastically.
"And you like." he winked.
Y/N snorted.
“I’m leaving before I throw that steel bar in your face.” she replied ironically and Jeno laughed.
“Always running away.” he spoke quietly as soon as the princess turned her back and went back to redo his series.
Y/N clenched her fists and made to turn around to answer him but a more evil idea crossed her mind and she couldn't even hold back the malicious smile.
The princess then projected her torso forward, pretending to pick up something from the floor, leaving her butt exposed thanks to the skirt she wore so Jeno could have a free view.
She heard a crash in the gym and stood completely upright again, looking over her shoulder as Jeno was cursing and holding his foot that had been hit by a weight he had dropped.
"Shit." he complained, jumping up and down as the princess's smile grew.
“Oops.” she spoke with false naivety and left there shaking her booty more than she should have.
How good it felt to have Jeno's jaw dropped.
[...]
“Yes, your majesty.” Nana bowed before leaving the living room in search of what the queen had ordered.
Y/N couldn't hide the small smile of victory that appeared.
“My daughter, why do I have the feeling that this is connected to you?”
The queen then turned to face her daughter, it wasn't like she needed an answer because it was obvious.
"With me?" the princess pointed to herself, feigning surprise. “Now, mother, this is not the first time we have appointed people to perform services for other nobles in our neighboring countries.”
The queen raised an eyebrow.
“I know, and suddenly the Kim family needed maids so much?”
Y/N shrugged.
“Everyone knows that we have a lot of younger employees and in all honesty, the salary they pay is much better than ours.”
“Of course, because not everyone likes working in the winter for 10 months of the year.”
Y/N nodded.
The Kim family, from the northern kingdom, had requested some recommendations for employees as, due to the kingdom being extremely cold practically all year round, they were in short supply. And the princess had kindly offered some of her maids.
She informed the queen who asked Nana to gather the younger ones to find out who would accept the sudden change.
Something very normal between the kingdoms.
But of course, the princess had helped a little by making the process much faster than usual.
And there she was, behind her mother waiting for the maids to arrive to find out who would accept the proposal.
As soon as the girls arrived, accompanied by Nana, the queen began to explain.
“Prince Doyoung of the North Kim family will soon get married and will need more staff in his castle, he kindly asked for trustworthy people who work well and I would like to inform you that you have been selected to make the decision whether you want to go to there or continue here.”
Y/N saw the insolent maid's eyes light up at every detail the queen reported about the partnership between the kingdoms and could see that everything she had heard from her was true.
But she was sure that her plan worked when Nana distributed the papers with the description of the service and values to the maids.
The queen was giving those girls the choice and all the princess saw was that at least whoever she wanted had already accepted before even seeing the prices.
Three of the girls raised their hands to indicate that they accepted, including the one Y/N wanted. She didn't look arrogantly at the maid, she had rather liked the news and was more relieved, but she wasn't going to show the joy she was feeling in knowing that she was leaving today.
“Nana, do you know where Jeno is?” Y/N asked after all the girls were dismissed.
“I saw him in the library, your highness.”
"Thank you!" She smiled gratefully and Nana left, Y/N looked at her mother. “I have to sort out some wedding details.”
“Y/N.”
"Yes?" She stopped where she was.
“Did you happen to suspect something else?” she questioned, curious.
Y/N frowned and shook her head.
If the queen was referring to the fact that they had a spy in the castle, that was the last thing on the princess's mind.
It seemed childish and selfish, but all of this had been done to preserve the love story that had been sold between her and Jeno, nothing more.
“Even if it were, it’s better to nip the problem in the bud.” the princess said before leaving.
Y/N went to the library and even though she tried to be discreet, the huge door let Jeno know she was there as soon as she opened it.
"Princess?" he blinked more than once, to make sure it wasn't a mirage.
"I need to talk to you." she said, closing the door behind her and standing still, far away from Jeno, so that his perfume wouldn't permeate her nose, considering that he seemed to have taken a shower after training.
"Okay." He moved the book away from his lap, placing it next to him on the sofa and looked closely at her.
“We will have changes in employees.” she explained, seeing him looking completely confused.
“And what exactly is important to me?” he questioned and made a pout, which Y/N felt like undoing it.
With her own lips.
She took a deep breath before responding.
“It means that the next time you want to make out with someone in the castle corridors, please be discreet.” she concluded, with a lot of sarcasm in her voice.
This seemed to amuse Jeno, who, in addition to smiling, got up from where he was sitting and crossed his arms.
“Thank you, I am very honored by this.”
The princess raised her eyebrows.
“You would know anyway, we will have selections for replacements.” she shrugged and turned her body partially so she could leave.
However, she was interrupted by Jeno's voice.
“That’s not what I was talking about.” he started walking towards her. “I’m referring to the fact that I caught a note of jealousy in your voice.” The princess's jaw dropped, almost as if she was offended by the discovery, and Jeno didn't stop walking towards her.
In fact, he only stopped because Y/N stopped him, placing her hand on his chest and forcing him to stop before he touched her.
“The day I feel jealous of you…” she began speaking, her voice slightly weak but she could barely finish as Jeno brought his face closer to hers, even though her hand was blocking the contact between their bodies.
He stopped inches away from her, staring into her eyes with an intensity that made Y/N's legs tremble.
“That day has already come and I don’t think it was today.” he teased.
Y/N's chest rose and fell unevenly from heavy breathing, as if she had run a marathon, but in reality all she could do was stare at Jeno as if she wanted to kill him and kiss him at the same time.
“You are very cocky.” she spat out the words, hating herself for not being able to deny it.
“And you’re really cute when you’re angry.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and in one quick movement, Jeno grabbed her by the waist and crossed the gap between them, and then pressed her against the first wall he saw.
The princess could only react with a surprised whisper. Jeno's body was hard, hot and extremely inviting, that wouldn't be good for her sanity.
“How about we play fair around here, princess.” He tilted his head to the side and his breath hit her neck, Y/N squeezed the t-shirt he was wearing with the little strength she still had left in a situation like that.
Being pressed against the wall by him was something from her darkest and most naughty dreams, she didn't know how to react to that in real life.
“If you think I'm going to beg you to kiss me, you can give up. Make out with all the maids in the castle and this won’t happen.” denial was always the only way out she found.
He raised an eyebrow defiantly.
“I think you still don’t understand.” he spoke low, sexy, making the princess swallow hard. Mainly because Jeno brought his face closer to hers and touched their noses. “The only person I will kiss in this castle will be you.”
Y/N didn't have the courage, much less the strength, to respond, he was so close that she felt a slight tickle as he spoke, their lips almost touching.
For a brief moment, she considered giving in, it was true. Jeno was there, ready to end that torture once and for all and the scenes of the intense dreams she had with him were haunting her mind at that most opportune moment.
It seemed to be the answer her body needed but was in constant struggle with her reason.
However, not straying from that unsustainable script, knocks on the door echoed throughout the room and with all the strength she still had left, the princess pushed Jeno away, breathing heavily.
He walked away, clearly unwillingly.
“Honey, your dad arrived. Please get ready for dinner.” She heard her mother's voice and blinked countless times to return to reality.
"All right mother." she replied loud enough for her mother to hear but her voice was shaky.
Y/N stared at Jeno without knowing what to do as she heard her mother's footsteps move away, she wet her dry lips with her own tongue and put her hand to the back of her head, scratching the area.
Jeno ran his hand through his dark hair as he returned the look, a look of someone who didn't know what had happened there but he didn't want it to be interrupted.
Without saying a single word, Y/N left the room feeling Jeno's eyes watching her as her head spun.
Now she knew that it would be practically impossible to win the bet.
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mins-fins · 3 months
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☆ 1, 2, 3 NCT DREAM !
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❝ jaemin really just broke the expensive ass
coffee machine.. how does he
expect to pay for that? ❞
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──── ﹒ 𓇬﹐⬦﹒ ⟡ SYNOPSIS !
𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 it's at times like this that you really wish you were born rich. in your opinion, there's nothing worse than having to wake up and get ready in the morning everyday just to be subjected to verbal abuse from adults who believe the world revolves around them. honestly, the fact that you somehow have enough patience to get up and go through this shit day after day is much more surprising to you then the next women that comes in attempting to assault you because you wouldn't give her a 50% discount.
unfortunately, the expensive ass tuition you have to pay and your basic life necessities mean that you can't exactly up and quit whenever you want to. you know if you hold on for just a little bit longer, you'll eventually be able to get through it, but with customers that enjoy berating you, managers that don't give two shits, coworkers that quite literally make you want to rip your eyes from their sockets, and all while trying to balance college work at the same time, your not sure if your remaining patience is gonna be enough to keep you from finally snapping at everyone.
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⌗ PAIRING 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 nct dream & male!reader
⌗ GENRE 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 college au, the characters work at unnamed retail place, sitcom style fic, fluff, angst, crack, comedy (attempted 😢), isa's written version of superstore, mostly platonic
⌗ WARNINGS 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 swearing, explicit language, the horror of retail working environments, shitty managers, mentions of smoking, mentions of mental breakdowns, depression, and verbal abuse, everyone has their issues and it sucks
⌗ STARRING 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 nct dream (ot7). original characters, other idols, and you of course!
⌗ STATUS 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 updates every now and then.
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⌗ TABLE OF CONTENTS ꜜ
⌗ CHAPTER ONE — killing my boss challenge!
⌗ CHAPTER TWO — DO NOT GIVE JISUNG FIRE!
⌗ CHAPTER THREE — jaemin the virgin sacrifice.
⌗ CHAPTER FOUR — free boba
⌗ CHAPTER FIVE — WE KILLED YOU 😭
⌗ CHAPTER SIX — that's an instruction manual
⌗ CHAPTER SEVEN — no pun intended
⌗ CHAPTER EIGHT — el oh el
. . . more chapters tba!!
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⌗ ISA SAYS ! um hello :]!! happy new year if your reading this and you are ahead of me in terms of timezones. during 2023 i had HORRIBLE luck when it came to actually starting a series and finishing it 🙁 and i am very disappointed in myself but tbh i was never really dedicated to all of those series but this is one im genuinely excited about this one because there's mostly a lack of romance and i am HORRIBLE at writing romance so yeah 🙏 i have to go to work now so i wont be around for a few hours but ily all have a very good new year 🫶
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jiamour · 11 months
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❝ sunny side up!¡ 🖇️🍳
✎ pairing: ex!jaemin x roommate!jeno x reader
✎ genre: fluff, roommates, angst, crack, ex’s2lovers
✎ warnings: i’m sure there’s some but idk rn
✎ a/n: i made another wip i’ll never finish // just posting it so it can sit on my blog
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¿ poly au ?
✁ - in which you move into a new apartment only to find out one of your new roommates is your ex and the other is hopelessly oblivious and keeps insisting you need roommate bonding time - -
alternatively: self indulgent ‘the way i loved you’ jaemin x ‘stay stay stay’ jeno
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playlists: ☹ awkward familiarity ☻ novelty love
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dear diary,
✎ introductions
✎ day 1
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bonus: 1 -> 2
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moonlezn · 7 months
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The Story Of Us I
– O primeiro amor, Jaemin Na. Primeiro Ato: Fifteen.
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notas: bem-vindos ao primeiríssimo capítulo de the story of us! essa daqui é pra nós, mulheres, que nunca tivemos o amor perfeito na adolescência. o ensino médio aqui segue o modelo norte-americano de 4 anos de duração. aproveitem e se deliciem com a parte 1 desse primeiro amor.
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PRÓLOGO
Uma história é feita de altos e baixos. Aos poucos, com a maturidade, consegue vislumbrar aquilo que é certo ou errado, e também o que é melhor. Teoricamente, as peças que a vida nos prega deveriam doer menos, pela esperteza dos calos criados. Não é assim que funciona.
No entanto, certas peças deixam marcas com significados demais. São até bonitas demais para se perderem nas memórias. Por isso, horas antes do dia que mudaria tua trajetória, você cutuca as unhas e encara a caixa em cima da cama.
Todos os meninos que já amou tinham registros ali dentro. Não eram muitos e alguns causaram feridas que ainda estavam abertas. Pondera se está pronta para abrir, mas seu futuro marido te tira do transe.
— Por que não abre logo? — Ele indaga, escorado no batente da porta do quarto. Sorri de canto, mordendo os lábios, tímido. — Até eu tô curioso.
— Não vai ficar com ciúmes? — Você implica, fazendo o noivo revirar os olhos. Ele dá alguns passos até você, afasta a caixa para o lado e se senta na sua frente. Entrelaçam os dedos delicadamente, o carinho te acalma por inteiro.
— Talvez... — O homem estala os lábios, parece pensar no que dizer. Quer te convencer a tirar o band-aid de uma vez. — Vou te confessar que eu tô muito ansioso pra saber o que você escreveu sobre mim, sobre quando namoramos a primeira vez. — Ele esconde o rosto com as tuas mãos, rindo de nervoso.
— Então você tá me rondando por isso, é? — Gargalha quando ele expressa a culpa na face bonita. — E eu achando que você tava tentando me ajudar!
— Também. Todas essas memórias... — Ele acaricia tua mandíbula devagar, olhando cada detalhe teu. — Te trouxeram pra mim. Do jeito que você é.
As borboletas bem conhecidas despertam no teu estômago. Este homem é, sem dúvidas, o amor da tua vida. Por isso que, ao reencontrá-lo, não deixou que ele escapasse novamente.
Então, por que reviver o passado? Como ele disse, além de ele mesmo ter um espaço reservado dentro da caixa para o que viveram há algum tempo atrás, tudo aquilo te ajudou a descobrir o caminho até o teu agora, que em breve seria para sempre.
— Promete que não vai rir, nem me julgar, nem ficar com raiva, ou com ciúmes? — Você pede, quase abrindo a tampa. Sabia que ele riria em algum ponto e também que não te julgaria. Mas...
— Você vai me deixar ver? Sério? — Os olhos brilham de animação. Você apenas assente, e ele se aproxima ainda mais.
Deixa a tampa de lado depois de tirá-la e sorri, se lembrando da própria organização. As pastas coloridas, uma para cada amor, dispostas por ordem cronológica te trazem nostalgia, e você nota a garganta embargar. Já fazia algum tempo do último contato.
Pega a primeira de todas, rosa bebê, e lê o nome Jaemin Na na fronte, escrito com tua caligrafia adolescente. Nunca abriu esta pasta antes, apenas a fez para se lembrar do teu primeiro amor e a guardou. Olha para o noivo, que balança as pernas com nervosismo.
— Vamos começar pelo começo, então...
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Escola nova, vida nova.
Foi isso que você se prometeu ontem à meia-noite. Além de começar o Ensino Médio, hoje você completa quinze anos, o que planeja manter em segredo. Diante do pontapé de quatro anos de tantas mudanças e tantos planos, precisa ter o primeiro dia perfeito: não atrapalhar o caminho de ninguém, entrar quieta e sair calada.
No entanto, assim que passa pelas portas de entrada, sua amiga Nathália dá um gritinho alegre ao te ver.
— FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO, AMIGA! — Ela exclama, chamando atenção de vários veteranos ao redor. Você suspira envergonhada.
— Shhhh! Tá louca, é? — Logo a impede de continuar a celebração, pondo uma das mãos sobre sua boca. Com a outra, puxa a amiga para a escada vazia.
— Não é todo dia que se completa quinze! — Ela continua quando você acha seguro libertar os lábios. — É a idade mágica, garota. TEMOS QUE COMEMORAR!
Não controla o olhar de reprovação para a amiga, e ela nem dá bola para sua chatice matutina, como ela chama. Aniversários e primeiros dias são feitos para serem felizes, surpreendentes, e não monótonos. Obviamente você discordava.
Com muita animação Nath comparou seus calendários. Por um milagre teriam a maioria das aulas juntas. Hoje isso não parecia um alívio, entretanto. Se não fosse teu aniversário, talvez...
Os primeiranistas, por tradição, recebem discursos de boas-vindas dos segundanistas. Eles se dividem e vão até às novas turmas para saudar os alunos em nome da diretoria para explicar algumas regras básicas de convívio.
Chegando à sala de aula, tenta tanto fugir da primeira fileira, mas não só não consegue, como é obrigada a se sentar na primeira carteira também. Até agora tudo parece conspirar contra seu planejamento.
— Bom dia, galera! Meu nome é Yangyang. — O menino de cabelo rosa, carismático toda vida, recebe algumas palminhas em retorno e sorri confiante. — Eu faço parte do segundo ano, junto com meu amigo, Jaemin. — Ouve seu tom de voz animado e levanta o olhar do teu caderno para os meninos à tua frente bem em tempo de vê-los acenando para todos.
Vê o tal Jaemin, que carrega um sorriso tímido, e ao mesmo tempo travesso, nos lábios rosados. Ele percebe o teu olhar e o retribui, sem qualquer intenção de desviar. Você sente o sangue aquecer suas bochechas quando ele pisca um dos olhos discretamente.
Você é adorável, ele pensa. Ganhou o dia por te fazer esconder um riso insistente depois de sua piscadela. Definitivamente descobriria mais sobre você.
Na hora do almoço, também não escapa das miradas do mais velho. Com a bandeja nos braços, inspeciona o refeitório atrás de uma mesa vazia para Nath e você. Atraída pela impressão de que alguém te observa, seus olhares se cruzam. Ele te fita, está curioso. Você finge não notar o suor nas palmas, seguindo tua amiga até o lugar que acharam.
Ocorre mais uma vez no horário da saída. Escorado no carro novo de Yangyang, Na te assiste passear pelo pátio banhado pela luz alaranjada do pôr-do-sol. Você mira em sua direção acidentalmente e desta vez não reluta em rir de leve. Ele logo te devolve o pequeno cumprimento. Não sabe bem explicar o que deu nele, mas tua presença estremeceu seu mundo outrora pacato.
No segundo dia de aula, você está visivelmente relaxada. Não é mais teu aniversário e, bem, nem o primeiro dia de nada. Já é razão o suficiente para que você fique mais tranquila. Espera ter uma manhã comum.
Não pode-se dizer o mesmo sobre Jaemin Na. Desde ontem é incapaz de controlar o nervosismo. Precisa ir falar com você agora.
Fechando a porta do teu armário com força, leva um susto ao ver o garoto plantado ali, bem ao teu lado. Ele segura um sorriso largo ao ver teu rostinho.
— Oi, eu sou o Jaemin. A gente se viu ontem no discurso... — Não sabia se aqueles olhares tinham sido insignificantes para você, então não arrisca. — Você é nova por aqui, né? Nunca te vi antes.
— Eu me lembro de você. — Você se escora no armário e olha para ele curiosa. O que um garoto tão lindo queria contigo? — É, me mudei recentemente pra cá. — Ele assente interessado.
— Feliz aniversário, falando nisso. — No momento em que as palavras saem de sua boca ele se arrepende. O preço que se paga por querer arrumar papo.
— Como... como você sabe? — Fica alerta, nervosa. Será que ele ouviu a Nath ontem? Não pode ser.
— Ah, cê sabe... — O rapaz parece procurar uma resposta nos arredores. A mão coça a nuca, precisa inventar alguma coisa. — As notícias correm rápido, né. Pessoal fica curioso sobre os novatos.
Não acredita em nenhuma palavra sequer, e ele percebe porque uma de tuas sobrancelhas está arqueada de uma forma quase ameaçadora. Nem te conhece e já não consegue mentir.
— Eu... não me acha estranho, tá? — Você abraça os livros que tem nos braços, balançando a cabeça firmemente. — Eu meio que procurei sua ficha ontem. — Da tua boca sai um suspiro surpreso, e ele entra em pânico. — Queria descobrir seu nome, e o diretor sempre dá bobeira com esses papéis. Então foi meio que... fácil. Não foi nada demais. Eu vi lá. Não foi um plano mirabolante. Não... não, não, não.
Yangyang reclama pela milionésima vez do plano do amigo. Quer descobrir o nome dela? Vai perguntar! Mas não adianta aconselhar Jaemin quando ele cisma com algo. Por isso, eles estavam na porta da diretoria revisando o passo a passo do que fariam a seguir.
— Se você demorar mais que dois minutos, eu vou embora e te deixo lá. — O de cabelo rosa declara, tentando intimidar o outro. Não faria isso; porém, nunca é demais apressar Na.
Liu entra na sala e vai cumprimentar a coordenadora com um abraço caloroso, usando um tom de voz altíssimo, para que ela não ouça o outro rapaz.
Jaemin corre até o escritório vazio do diretor e logo folheia os papéis em sua mesa. Procura as fichas dos primeiranistas, erguendo o pulso vitorioso ao ver tua foto. Passa o olho rapidamente pelo documento e, além do nome, vê teu aniversário. Quase fica triste por não saber a data antes.
A voz de Yangyang fica mais alta, e ele entende a deixa. Devolve tudo pro devido lugar e se espreita até a saída. O amigo segue-o logo depois.
— Valeu a pena, pelo menos? — Ele pergunta, limpando a garganta cansada pelo tom de voz. — Nunca mais, Jaemin. Nunca. Mais.
Jaemin passa o braço pelos ombros do amigo e bagunça seus cabelos tingidos, murmurando um obrigado ao passo que se dirigem até o pátio.
Observa o garoto se atrapalhar inteiro para se explicar e não contém a risadinha. Sem querer acaba interrompendo as palavras desesperadas, mas ele não liga. Acha graça de si mesmo também.
— Enfim... — Ele puxa mais um assunto, a coragem não podia ir embora agora. — Você topa ir tomar um sorvete comigo depois da aula? É pertinho daqui... Presente atrasado. — Tenta te convencer com os argumentos bobos. Só queria passar um tempo contigo e te conhecer melhor longe dos olhos de todo mundo.
— Só vou se tiver banana split. — O sim mais mal disfarçado da década. Qual sorveteria não teria? — E calda de chocolate.
Você completa, virando-se para ir embora. De costas, morde os lábios e guarda um gritinho nervoso para si.
— VOU TE ESPERAR NO PÁTIO! — O rapaz anuncia e comemora erguendo o punho discretamente. O sino toca, fazendo-o correr com energia para a sala. Deixa a professora entrar primeiro, como o cavalheiro que é, antes de olhar na tua direção uma última vez e fechar a porta.
Chegando na sorveteria, Jaemin cumprimenta o atendente com intimidade. Pede um banana split caprichado e te conduz até a mesa do canto, imaginando que se sentiria mais confortável ali. Ele puxa a cadeira para você sentar, o que faz seu rosto arder. Ele acha fofo.
Honestamente, ele fala bastante, o que te ajuda demais. Repara que gosta de o ouvir falar sobre a escola, sobre a família, sobre o tempo livre... Descobriu até que ele anda de skate. Seria profissional, se não fosse pelo pai, que pediu que ele se dedicasse aos estudos.
Ele te faz algumas perguntas, visando te entender um pouco. Tua cor favorita, prato que mais gosta, o que faz para ficar feliz, se gosta de gatinhos — se não gostasse, não teria coração.
Quando o sorvete chega, os dois pares de olhos brilham de emoção. Na pega a calda e pinta toda a extensão da sobremesa de marrom, sorrindo quando você aprovou a ação com um hummm bem animado. Todavia, ao espalhar os confetes, o garoto estabanado deixa cair alguns para fora da cumbuca. As bolinhas batem na mesa e caem ao chão. Você ri alto da expressão chocada que ele faz, catando logo para que não briguem com ele.
— Foi com muita sede ao pote, Nana. — Você diz e enfia uma colherada na boca. Jaemin se impressiona ao ouvir o apelido, mal reage. Amou ser chamado assim.
Ele percebe que a colher suja o canto dos teus lábios de calda e pega um guardanapo. Automaticamente te limpa, cheio de meiguice, e você fica constrangida.
— Não precisa ficar com vergonha. — Ele sorri, cutucando as costas da tua mão. Olhando para ele, que já te olhava, tenta disfarçar a timidez. — Você é tão linda. — Deixa escapar, e os dois tomam mais uma colher de sorvete completamente acanhados.
Depois de terminarem o doce, Jaemin insiste em te levar em casa. É código de honra. Ademais, já está anoitecendo. Zero possibilidade dele te deixar ir embora sozinha.
Não é tão longe, mas passam uns vinte minutos andando. O garoto anda devagar de propósito, porque você é ótima companhia. A conversa não cessa em nenhum momento, e ele faz questão de te contar inúmeras piadas horríveis, que arrancam risadas sinceras de você, mesmo assim. Teu humor quebrado trabalhou em favor dele.
— Tá entregue. — Os passos são interrompidos ao chegar na frente da tua casa. Te fita em silêncio, parecia ponderar entre falar algo ou não. — Queria te fazer uma proposta...
— Lá vem bomba. Hm. — Você brinca, e ele abaixa a face, rindo. — Pode falar, Nana.
— Se eu te chamasse pra sair, o que você diria? — Pergunta nervoso, caçando alguma reação no teu rosto. Você sente borboletas voando, correndo, sei lá... no estômago. — Se você não quiser, eu entendo. A gente pode ser só amigo, sério.
— Eu quero. Sim. — Parece uma pateta, nada faz sentido. — Eu diria sim, foi o que quis dizer.
— Sábado seria um bom dia? — Jaemin tem um sorriso tão folgado e tão lindo. — Quero te levar pra um piquenique na praça daqui, pra você conhecer.
— Seria sim. — Está tão nervosa que não consegue formar frases. Aprecia cada detalhe do rapaz diante de si, sem assimilar direito que ele realmente te convidou para sair. — Eu gostei da ideia.
— Então essa semana você me fala tudo que você gosta de comer e eu levo. Beleza? — Ele te vê afirmar com a cabeça. Então, toma a liberdade de depositar um beijinho na tua testa para se despedir. — Até amanhã!
Ele se vira para ir embora, dando alguns passos na direção contrária. Jaemin Na é ainda mais bonito sob a meia-luz do crepúsculo, conclui. De repente ele para e gira o corpo de volta.
— Só pra não ficar dúvidas... vai ser o nosso primeiro encontro. Tá bem? — Você não imagina a dose de bravura que te falar isso demandou do interior dele; valeu a pena, todavia, pois te vê sorrir mais uma vez. Retoma, então, o caminho de casa.
Convenientemente, tua mãe abre a porta de casa para deixar o lixo na rua. Nota o garoto há uns metros de distância e você, congelada, observando-o.
— Filha, tá tudo bem? — Preocupada, ela eleva a voz para que a escutasse. Atravessa o quintal apressada e te alcança em segundos.
— OI, TIA! — A voz masculina chama a atenção das duas. — EU SOU O JAEMIN! — Ele quase berra e acena simpático, a mulher devolve o gesto, ainda confusa. O garoto vai de vez, e vocês se entreolham.
— Ele é o Jaemin... — Pela tua cara, ela já imagina a situação. Dá uma risada gostosa. — E ele me chamou pra sair... — Tua mãe não para de rir, porque você estava gelada mesmo. Não imaginava que essa hora chegaria tão rápido.
— Tudo bem... Jaemin é legal e bonito. Tá tudo bem. — Ela zomba, e você a abraça de lado enquanto ela te empurra para dentro. — Primeira semana agitada, hein?
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A semana passou voando, e quando se deu conta já era Sábado. O dia do primeiro encontro. Respira fundo várias vezes porque o horário que tinha combinado com Jaemin já se aproxima. Não sabe dizer se esse nervosismo todo é normal, provavelmente não é.
De cinco em cinco minutos checa o relógio, o que é melhor do que fitar a própria imagem no espelho. Se achasse o mínimo defeito nas roupas, ou no cabelo, ou na maquiagem, entraria em pânico. Se levanta para espiar a janela e vê um carro estacionar na porta de casa. Avista quem esperava sair do lado do motorista, e o coração acelera.
Ele passa pelo quintal com as mãos formigando de ansiedade, está apreensivo para te encontrar logo. Pediu o carro do irmão mais velho emprestado só para te impressionar, mas também porque seria muito melhor para levar as comidinhas do lanche. Toca a campainha após um suspiro aflito.
Você conta sessenta segundos, ajeita a postura e finge uma cara normal. Abre, então, a porta com a mão suada apertando a maçaneta com mais força do que deveria.
— Oi... — Jaemin sorri grande, te contagiando imediatamente. Você o cumprimenta tão tímida, a voz quase não se ouve. Tua mãe abre um pouco mais a porta de repente, sobressaltando os dois.
— Oi, Jaemin. — O tom de voz brincalhão da mulher tem efeito instantâneo nas faces, que coram violentamente. — Não apronta com a minha filha, viu?
Você murmura contra ela em reprovação. Não precisa disso, precisa? Que vergonha!
— Pode deixar, tia. — O rapaz é adorável de tão educado. A mãe gosta dele. — Vamos?
Sem te dar tempo para responder, ele toma tua mão delicada na dele e tagarela até o automóvel.
— Tu não vai acreditar... — Diz, apertando teus dedos duas vezes, querendo que o olhasse. O toque já era tão natural para ele, parecia certo. — Depois de procurar em três mercados diferentes, finalmente, consegui achar o tal do suco de morango.
— Eu falei que poderia ser o de uva, Nana. — Resmunga, quase manhosa. Ele teve tanto trabalho por causa disso, sequer te deixou dividir os preparos com ele. — Já não basta a sua cisma com a geleia. — Você completa ao entrar no carro depois dele abrir para você.
Ele apoia os antebraços na janela, te olhando arteiro. Desvia o olhar do dele, camuflando a vontade de rir.
— Quer que eu te fale agora ou depois? — O menino pergunta. A curiosidade capta tua atenção no mesmo momento. — Eu achei a geleia também.
Ele corre para o outro lado, te impedindo de proferir a pequena bronca. É impossível encobrir a verdade: Jaemin Na está, aos poucos, conquistando um espaço na tua mente com todos esses sorrisos que te provoca.
A praça mais parece um parque, você pensa. O espaço é enorme, preenchido por árvores; descampados cobertos de grama bem verde e barraquinhas de comida.
Jaemin conduz o caminho para uma das poucas sombras disponíveis. Logo você estende a toalha sobre a grama, e ele deixa a cesta de palha ali. Sentam-se ao chão, e o vê tirar a mochila misteriosa das costas.
— O que tem de bom aí? — Indaga, tomando o interior da bochecha entre os dentes. Está genuinamente interessada.
— Não tem como vir aqui e não jogar recorde. — Animado, ele retira uma bola de vôlei de dentro da bolsa. — Você já tá com fome?
Não está com fome, mas mesmo que estivesse... Do jeito que ele te pergunta, dá para notar que quer muito jogar com você. Então se levanta e o ajuda a fazer o mesmo, puxando sua mão.
— Talvez você tome algumas boladas. — Ouve a risada sincera de Na. — Já vou logo dizendo que primeiros socorros não tá na minha lista de habilidades.
— Ser linda tá. — Ele afirma tão despojado, lançando a bola nas tuas mãos, que nem consegue respondê-lo.
A essa altura a ardência no rosto nem te preocupa mais de tão recorrente. Apenas balança a cabeça negativamente, se preparando para devolver o saque de Jaemin. Ele recebe ágil, enunciando 'boaaaa!' como encorajamento. Conseguem manter a bola no alto por várias rodadas até que, empolgado, o garoto aplica força demais, e você corre para rebater com potência igual.
O brinquedo voa longe. Tuas mãos vão para a tampar a boca, que emite uma arfada espantada. O rapaz dispara na direção da esfera, tentando não perdê-la de vista.
Aproveita o instante de descanso para beber um pouco de água, separando também um copo para Jaemin. Com certeza voltaria esbaforido.
Analisa a área em volta, notando que a distância entre os dois já era quase a mesma de antes. Ele sorri travesso segurando o brinquedo numa das mãos; na outra, um raminho de flores campestres.
— Peguei pra você. — Ele estende as florinhas na tua frente e você as aceita, imitando seu sorriso grande. Que sorte ele não poder escutar as batidas do teu coração agora.
Passar a tarde inteira em sua companhia foi assombrosamente fácil. Ele é doce, e engraçado, e fofo, e engraçado, e gentil, e comunicativo, e engraçado... Havia tempo que ninguém te fazia rir assim. Jaemin se orgulha disso.
Ao fim do trajeto de volta, ele abre a porta do carro novamente. Entrelaça os dedos nos teus para te ajudar a sair, mas não desfaz o contato depois.
— E aí? — Ele puxa assunto, desacelerando os passos. — Gostou de hoje?
— Eu me diverti tanto, Nana. — Você diz no momento em que param nos degraus diante da porta.
Um silêncio confortável paira no ar. O olhar do garoto tinha um quê de afeição, e aproximam-se devagar.
— Seus olhos são tão bonitos. — Você enuncia baixinho, como quem confessa um segredo. Isso ocasiona algo dentro do peito do mais alto, e ele não resiste fitar todo o teu rosto.
Quando foca nos teus lábios, a distância diminui mais. Podem sentir as respirações um do outro. Num pedido silencioso, tuas pálpebras se fecham. Desse modo, Jaemin junta os lábios com a ternura digna de um príncipe. Cuidadoso, ele massageia devagar a tua boca com a dele, e você sente a mente girar. Envolve seu pescoço por causa dos joelhos enfraquecidos, as mãos maiores vão para a tua cintura. O sorrisinho não passa despercebido por você durante os selinhos duradouros que terminam o primeiro beijo.
— Boa noite, linda. — Jaemin fala com o nariz afagando a tua bochecha. Ele deixa um cheirinho ali. — Vou te ver entrar.
O rapaz joga os cabelos lisos para trás, mas logo caem na testa novamente. Jaemin é lindo de doer.
Despedindo-se, sobe dois degraus, apenas. É interrompida porque ele gira teu corpo para si outra vez. Antes que pudesse questioná-lo, sente os lábios unidos de novo. Estando mais alta do que ele, muito naturalmente, tuas mãos se perdem nos fios macios na hora em que as dele retornam para a cintura. Assim, tiveram seu segundo beijo.
E o terceiro, e também o quarto.
Não queria arrumar briga com a tua mãe tão cedo, então te deixa entrar, por fim. Só volta para o carro depois que vê a porta fechada. Ele tem pés saltitantes e faz uma dancinha feliz antes de dirigir para a própria casa, alheio ao par de olhos encantados que o acompanham da janela.
Naquele dia, um pensamento louco cruza tua mente enquanto sobe as escadas para o quarto. Talvez Jaemin fosse teu sonhado e esperado verdadeiro amor.
Depois do terceiro encontro, Jaemin te pediu em namoro. Foi simples, mas do jeito que você sempre quis — só você e ele, com uma declaração do quanto ele gostava de te ter por perto e almejava continuar assim por quanto pudesse.
A ideia não parece mais tão absurda depois de cinco meses. No seu aniversário de namoro, Jaemin aparece na tua porta com um buquê de flores, uma carta e um ursinho, não, ursão de pelúcia. Ele sempre se supera.
Ele entra, familiarizado com o ambiente. Vocês se sentam no sofá da sala, a alegria da troca dos presentes transbordando pelo cômodo através dos pés inquietos e nas mãos trêmulas.
— A carta você lê só depois, tá? — Ele te entrega o envelope por último, parece um pouco ansioso.
— Ah, não... Queria ler agora. — Resmunga fazendo charminho. Dá um selinho carinhoso no garoto, que não resiste ao teu joguinho e sinaliza com a cabeça que você pode abrir.
— Antes... — Jaemin toma tuas mãos, deixando a carta cair no estufado. Inspira fundo. Tomando toda coragem que tinha dentro de si, diz de uma vez só. — Eu escrevi a carta porque achei que não conseguiria falar, mas... eu te amo. Muito.
As íris fixam nas tuas, e sente-o apertando teus dedos, se comunicando como é costumeiro. Ele não quer te pressionar a dizer de volta, entende que isso demora. No entanto, o coração do namorado já estava ficando pesado ao reconhecer que guardava o sentimento.
Ele inclina como um gatinho quando o teu polegar alisa a bochecha fofa. Chega até a cerrar os olhinhos.
— Eu também te amo. — Trocam sorrisos aliviados. Jaemin te beija com a brandura que nunca se acostumaria. Os dois repetem as três palavrinhas entre sussurros, que se assemelham a promessas.
Proferindo a declaração sincera, percebe a leveza que encontra lugar no peito. Todo esse tempo a intuição não tinha falhado — fora feita para estar nos braços de Jaemin Na.
Ah, a inocência dos quinze anos é mesmo incomparável...
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sooepz · 1 month
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loathe (visualizer)
a tomorrow x together x nct dream series
genre. romance, college!au, youth, angst, young adult, drama
based off. combination of two albums from yours truly (2013), my everything (deluxe) (2014) by ariana grande
© all rights reserved, 2024. do not repost, translate, or plagiarize any of my works without my permission.
loathe / songs we sing together (general playlist) / poster / tracklist pt. 1 / tracklist pt. 2
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yangsrose · 10 months
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To all the Co-Workers I've Loved Before: Introduction
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Summary: Over the time of working at Café 7 Dream, you unfortunately ended up crushing on all seven of your coworkers, one consequently after another. So the summer before you left for college, you decided to set things straight and mail them all letters about your past, and for one member, present feelings towards them.
Pairing: Surprise Member x Reader
Genre: Barista! AU, Coming of Age
Word Count: 1.6k
TW: none
Authors Notes: i finally got around to finishing this off 😅 this series has honestly been in the making for the past two years, and i'm finally getting the chance to write and post this so hopefully you guys like it!!
taglist: @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l @vickylamore @jenosbliss @weirdkpopgirl @deafeningtyrantmilkshake @jenyoonoh @glamourizz @severefireangelprune @loveforred @toodleeee @daintyshu @snflwrhaerecs4u @markmeinyourheart @softieehyuck @n1ght-maring
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"Y/n? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be packing?" you heard as you entered the small, cosy café. You were immediately tackled into a hug, none other than Haechan, one of the bakers, himself. You felt the breath get squeezed out of you as you tapped his back, signalling for him to let you go. There was no avail however, as the act made him hold onto you even tighter. 
"I'm going to miss you, shortcake." You heard Haechan mumble into your hair, the sudden soft words bringing water into your eyes as you squeezed him back, unwilling to let go. 
"Okay, okay, it's my turn for a hug. Let go Hyuck, your time is up." Jaemin said while trying to pry the other male off of you. You softly laughed as Haechan pouted in the corner, whining in protest at how his hug got cut short. Jaemin’s hug enveloped you as well, but rather than it being a bone crushing one like Haechan, his was warm and inviting, much like drinking a cup of warm tea on a cold day. You felt a second pair of arms wrap around you, and turned to see the other barista, Jeno, nuzzle his face into your neck. 
“You really had to go pick the university farthest away from us, didn’t you?” he asked, playfully rolling his eyes while doing so. 
“Yeah I thought we were all going to SMU!” Haechan said, his voice holding mock betrayal. 
“Maybe you’re the reason why she’s moving away Hyuck,” you heard come from behind you, turning to come face to face with the head of the design team at Cafe 7 Dream, Renjun. Renjun gave you a soft smile and hugged you, muttering an “Imagine wanting to be stuck with him voluntarily. Could not be me.” while rolling his eyes. 
“Had you not been hugging y/n, I would have punched you.” Haechan said, shooting a murderous look at Renjun. 
“Hey Hyuck I found the- y/n!” you heard before getting tackled into yet another hug. Mark, the oldest of the group, was the 2nd baker of the cafe and was probably the hardest working member of the group, never complaining about the amount of work and instead doing everything without complaining. Mark squeezed you tightly before putting you down and ruffling your hair, causing you to bat at his hands and complain at the way that your hair was messed up. Mark laughed in return and fondly smiled at you, realising how much he was going to miss you. 
“Guys where did you all go- oh hey y/n what are you doing here?” the ever so familiar voice of your former boss, Chenle, filling the room. 
“I’m here to say goodbye.” you said, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to arise from that one sentence. 
“Wait already? I thought you left next week?”
“No, the move in dates got moved forward a week so I have to get there early to get settled in.” 
“We never threw you a goodbye party!” you heard from Haechan as he dramatically gasped, causing you to roll your eyes at his antics. 
“I don’t want one! I’ll be back for break anyways, so you won’t get to miss me too much.”
“Still having to wait five months after seeing you almost everyday day is a big difference for all of us.” Mark said, causing some of the members to nod in return 
“I know, but we can still call each other! All seven of you are still going to be together- wait where’s Jisung?” Just as if on cue, the youngest member walked in, ruffling his hair as he entered. He was oblivious to your presence as he walked in with his head down, only looking up when he noticed your familiar shoes. He stared at you in shock, and then ran up to tackle you into a bone crushing hug, burying his face into your hair.  You, on the other hand, were surprised at the shy boy’s actions for a bit before regaining composure and hugging him back.
“I thought you left already!” Jisung said, pulling back and holding you at arm's length. 
“Wow you want me gone already?” you asked, teasing Jisung who was now trying to defend himself. You fondly smiled at his defensive state, only to have the sweet moment be broken by Haehcan. 
“Listen, standing around here and hugging y/n isn’t going to do anything but waste time! We need to get productive.” 
“I literally had to pry you off of her.”
“I don’t count Jaemin.”
“What do you want to do y/n?” Jeno asked. 
“Can we all just hang out here? I want to spend my last full day just spending time with all of you.” you said, smiling at all of them. Chenle was quick to turn the sign to show “closed”,  on the store front, while everyone else began to gather their things and head out the door. As the eight of you exited the cafe, Haechan practically skipped to the front of the group, and began laying out his plans for the rest of the day.
“I say we go to the arcade, spend about three hours there, then get lunch, then go watch a movie, go to a place that y/n want to go to, then dinner, and then-”
“Y/n’s going to miss her flight with all the plans that you have.” Mark said, receiving a smack at the back of his head from Haechan, who didn’t let the comment stop him from sharing his plans. As you saw the seven of them playfully arguing with each other, you felt your heart break a little as you remembered how it would be another five months before you could come back home and hang out with them. Sure, you could facetime and keep in touch virtually, but it wouldn’t be the same as spending time with all of them in person, going around town and finding new places to deem as your residential “hang out” place. Your mind began to wander to the letters that were sitting on your dresser this morning, probably already mailed out to each respective house. You knew you shouldn’t have waited for so long to mail them out, but just the thought of having to be here while knowing that the boys had read your letters to them was enough to make you queasy. You shook your head slightly as if to make those thoughts disappear, silently thanking yourself for booking an early flight despite knowing that you would be tired and grumpy for a good portion of tomorrow due to the lack of sleep. Knowing that you wouldn’t be here to witness the chaos that would ensue after those letters made you feel slightly better about the irrevocable act that you had committed. 
“Penny for your thoughts?” you heard Jisung say, not realising that he was walking beside you this entire time. You shook your head and gave him a small smile, giving him an excuse that you were going to miss them all while you left. If only he knew that your apprehensiveness for the day ending wasn’t just because you’d be leaving in a few hours. 
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Two movies, one which you guys snuck into, three hours at the arcade, and a ton of junk food later, you and the rest of the boys began to wind down for the night, walking each other to your respective homes. Everyone seemed to dread the walk back, knowing that in a few hours, you would be in a completely different area from the rest of your friends. Since your house was the closest, everyone stopped there first, not ready to say their final goodbyes to you. 
“You know we could just have an impromptu sleepover and drop you off at the airport tomorrow morning.” Mark said, the rest of the boys chiming in with their agreement. 
“It’s fine, I need to do some last minute packing anyways. Besides, I don’t think any of you would be happy with waking up at 3 am tomorrow to drop me off at the airport anyways.” All the boys stood in their spots, not wanting to be the first to leave. You gave them all a small smile and gave them a goodbye hug before turning around and going inside your house. Before you entered however, you remembered an important piece of information that you almost forgot to inform the boys about.
“By the way, you guys should check your mailboxes after going home. I just wanted to get something off my chest before I left.” 
“What is it, a love letter?” Haechan retorted, scoffing in the process, 
“Why would she give you, out of all the people, a love letter.” Chenle asked, rolling his eyes.
“Listen, it's possible.”
“It’s just something I wanted to say to all of you. Don’t worry, none of it is bad - well - most of yours are good.” You said, playfulling casting a glance at Haechan, who was beginning to complain at you singling him out.
You waved at them and closed the door behind you, letting out a deep sigh that you had been holding in since the morning. Walking into your room, you knew that this was probably the last time that you would be able to hang out with your friends without them knowing about the secrets that you had been hiding for the past years of you knowing them. You set your alarm for tomorrow morning and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to forget about the thoughts swirling around in your brain. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and you were going to need all the rest that you could get. 
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neochan · 2 years
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THE PICK ME CHRONICLES — M.L
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when a night of drinking and games leads to a heated discussion on which boy fucks best, you decide to figure it out for yourself.
GENRE | college au, smut, fluff, angst, humour
A.N | welcome to yet another series. the entire thing is based off of this lovely ask, so thank you anon!
TAGLIST | comment on this post to be added!
ICYMI | bonus stories & content are the bottom of this post <3
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PAIRING | jeno, jaemin, haechan x reader
SYNOPSIS | the introduction for the series, set during the night the discussion started.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
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PAIRING | gamer!hyuck x reader
SYNOPSIS |  lee donghyuck had the largest ego you'd ever seen for someone who stayed cramped in their dorm room all night playing video games; but after staying in with him, you find yourself realizing that ego just might be deserved.
RATED
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PAIRING | tutor!jaemin x reader
SYNOPSIS | na jaemin is too sexy to be holed up in the campus library, but once you catch wind of what he does between the shelves, you know it's your time to see just how well his reputation proceeds him.
TO BE RATED
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PAIRING | hockey player!jeno x reader
SYNOPSIS | games were the only time you've seen lee jeno come out of his shell, but when you stumble across his camera roll you realize you're sadly mistaken, and the boy you thought was shy and bashful turns out to be the complete opposite in the sheets.
TO BE RATED
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[#BEHIND THE WRITING]
✭ [ AISLE THREE ] – jaemin x reader
WC. 1k SYNOPSIS. the first time you meet na jaemin, he steals your favorite midnight snack and follows you home...well, not exactly.
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thatsatricky1 · 17 days
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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || ‘𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’ Chapter I
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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Fluff, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Thriller, Trauma, Weird Humor.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst, abandonment, cursing, mild fighting, talk of possible hallucination, tension.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5,5k+
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This does not depict an accurate picture of Nct Dream and this is strictly fantasy/fiction for entertainment purposes.
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Taking in a crisp breath of air never felt so fresh to her. Even after a year out of her personal hell every breath she took felt as if she was breathing freely for the first time all over again, not taking any second for granted.
Just like any day she took in her surroundings with sharp calculated eyes only relaxing when everything seemed perfectly in order, not feeling the burning stare of those she was constantly on the run from, when you escape, you never truly escape. Hunted down like a dog until they finally give up hope.
Y/n looked around her differently now that she felt safe gazing at the bustling crowd going about their days, no one paying attention to her too focused on their own lives. How it should be.
South Korea, Seoul. Her current destination. She’d arrived exactly one hour ago and was now taking her time to take in the scenery, deciding to enjoy the sight in front of her before getting down to business. The true reason for her coming to the heavily populated area.
Either the dumbest place to hide seeing as it had eyes everywhere or the smartest place to hide from how many people were there to begin with. It went both ways. Her intentions were to find seven people that would no doubt be all together. It had taken her a year to search for them but she’d located them in Seoul from whatever hints she could find, now all she needed to do was find out where in Seoul they were.
She craved for answers, but not just that. She wanted them to see her, show them just how capable she was, how much she’d changed in the span of two years. What she’d become.
With a low hum her eyes met the sight of an aesthetic cafe, then again every store here in Seoul had its own aesthetic, something she hadn’t cared for in the past but now wanted to enjoy the little things she couldn’t in the past. Seoul stores were all aesthetic but clashed in how they looked next to each other.
Crossing the street to get to the cafe she opened the door, her ears picking up the sound of the doorbell clinging as she went. Not wasting time walking over to the cafe’s counter quickly catching the vibe of the cafe to be a soft and cozy area, not many people there. Perfect.
Her lips automatically slipped on a smile as she approached the counter, a young man in his early twenties like herself looking up at her with his own smile.
“Hello, welcome to Atiny, where our coffee is freshly grinded by us and served with extra care. What can I get for you today?” The man spoke casually, a smile never leaving his face as he gazed at her, taking her in speaking as if he’d said the line a million times. Something Y/n thought must have been true.
He was tall, having dyed his hair freshly silver, wearing comfortable clothing with a beige apron on with a sand timer glass as the logo on it. A sweet vibe coming from the man as if to say this place was safe. Though Y/n knew better than to think anywhere was safe.
“Hello I’m not usually in this area of Seoul often so I’m not quite sure what to order. Do you have any recommendations.” She swiftly asked, her smile softening as she tilted her head in question looking up at the worker.
“Well since it’s my shift I’d recommend either what everyone orders here which is of course an Iced Americano or the drink I make very well, a warm caramel macchiato. If you’re looking to also eat something I suggest the strawberry muffins, Wooyoung just finished baking them so they’re still warm and very fresh.”
The man spoke casually with his comforting vibe listing off some items they had available while trying to keep the conversation light and somewhat humorous.
“Well…” Y/n started off, eyes flickering to the man’s name badge before looking back up into his eyes “Yuhno, I would like a warm caramel macchiato with a strawberry muffin for here please.”
“Great choice, I’ll get it ready for you. Would you like to pay here first or at your table after finishing?”
“I’ll pay now.” Her response was just as fast as his was, not wasting time as her nimble fingers pulled her wallet out of her jacket opening it up.
”Sure thing, that is 7.25. Cash or c- ah alright.” Yuhno cutting off his own sentence watching her hold out a tener. Moving to take it hand brushing past hers noting how soft it was yet in a strange way hard, as if she’d worked a lot.
“Thank you Yuhno, keep the change for yourself or the tip jar, I’ll go find my seat.” Y/n spoke up before he could start handing her the change turning around to find herself a spot to sit.
Yuhno stood there for a second change in hand as he watched her walk across the cafe, eyes taking in her green dyed hair. Not an unusual sight for Seoul as many dyed their hair. Himself included. Not to mention one of his close friends and work colleagues had green hair too.
Clumsily putting the change in the tip jar once he noticed she’d found a spot in the corner booth and their eyes met, moving to grab one of the many clean mugs to start preparing her order.
Y/n watched with a small amused smile before turning to look out the window, quickly getting lost in thought. Her smile slipped from her lips as it usually did in these moments.
Eyes searching the crowd for familiar faces, none welcoming but came up empty. They most likely looked the same, maybe different haircuts and clothing style would be a given style change considering the clothing style they’d left in two years ago would send curious glances their way.
Before she felt lost, missed them even. But now her feelings on them had changed, the two years alone, isolated away from them had changed her perspective on them quite a lot. Of course there was a big factor as to why.
‘They left me’
The thought, consistent throughout the two years and still was there and her main focus and thought when it came to them. Whatever close bond they’d developed from not just surviving day for day together but because of their natural bond was gone, long gone.
“I hate to interrupt whatever has you lost in thought, but I wouldn’t want your drink getting cold.”
Yunho’s voice had snapped her back to reality, having to force herself not to react wrongly letting her body continue its relaxed posture, willing her muscles to not tense as she looked up at the young man who held her order on a tray. Silently scolding herself for being so off guard she hadn’t even noticed his presence.
A smile slipping back onto her face as she gave a nod thanking him quietly as he placed her coffee and muffin on the table. Though he lingered by her side before deciding to do something he normally wouldn’t do with customers. Yunho slipped into the other side of the booth facing her.
“Ah, I may not be familiar with the customs here in this part of Seoul but I’m sure that company from the cafe is not a part of your job with customers.” Y/n points out but her smile didn’t leave her face to show she meant no harm by her words.
“You’re right about that, but I couldn’t help but notice you seemed lost in thought. Not particularly good thoughts either. Plus you’re the only customer we have right now.” Yuhno awkwardly explained his hand automatically going to his neck rubbing it with a sheepish smile.
“Well, you’re right too. But instead of dwelling on the thoughts I’ll try to enjoy this instead. Though I wouldn’t mind the company.” She replied, keeping the warm conversation going as she gestured to her coffee and muffin.
Yuhno nods as he watches her pick up the coffee curious at her reaction as she closes her eyes for a split second taking in the smell of it before blowing cautiously on the caffeinated drink and finally taking a sip. He didn’t know he was holding his breath until she opened her eyes letting out a satisfied hum indicating the drink had been prepared well.
“I didn’t expect anything else, it tastes good.” Y/n complimented Yuhno while taking a longer sip of the drink enjoying how it warmed her from the inside.
“That’s great to hear.” Yuhno spoke giddily before coughing at his overexcited reaction shifting in his seat, coming up with a question off the top of his head on the spot “So, why are you in this part of Seoul if it’s somewhere you don’t come often?”
Y/n eyes that had gazed at her drink flew upwards to gaze at Yunho, to him it looked like any normal gaze but in actual fact it was her calculating the question, analyzing his words.
“Just meeting some… old friends that I haven’t seen in a while.” She casually stated testing the waters.
Yuhno hummed at her words leaning back in the leather brown booth seat hand absentminded fiddling with the sweet table cloth.
“It must be nice visiting old friends. I hope it goes well.” Yuhno replied with a genuine smile wondering what her friends were like.
“Hm, I’m sure it’ll go exactly how I think it will.” Y/n spoke. Yuhno nodded, understanding her statement completely differently than the double meaning she’d truly meant.
“Oh right, I never got your name.” Yuhno spoke up leaning forward slightly.
“My name? How about I tell you that next time?” She responded in a light joking manner, not wanting to give out her name so easily, nothing was safe.
“Another time? So you’ll be back?” Yuhno asked with a tilt of his head curious but somewhere inside him he felt hope light up at the thought of the green haired woman becoming a regular at the cafe.
“I’m not sure how long I’ll be around here, but I’ll most likely visit this cafe a few more times, it's a gem here.” Her words flowed easily as Yunho looked down with a pleased smile.
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Walking down the street, Y/n held her posture well, head up slipping past people left and right in the overcrowded as ever city. Making her way towards a crossing standing on one side waiting for the light to turn green, stilling at the edge of the pathway.
Her gaze forward as she watched the light, eyes drifting noticing it wouldn’t be changing soon, deciding to look wherever her eyes gazed during the wait. A flash of pink catching her eyes.
Her focus zoning on the figure, her hand by her side tightening into a fist as she took in the person. She’d been right, different styling but the same face, maybe only slightly more matured.
The coincidence of finding one of seven in the busy city was a slim low chance but it had happened as if the universe always tugged them back together. This just made it so much easier in locating them.
His gaze was unfocused as if lost in thought. How funny. The boy, now a man on the other side of a road crossing, seemed to not worry, as if he was free. The thought only caused her fist to impossibly tight by her side.
The beeping of the crosswalk turning green signaling for the pedestrians to cross had caused the pink haired man to look forward seemingly out of his dazed thoughts. Though his footing stuttered not being able to move forward at the sight in front of him.
As others started walking past himself he watched the other side where others did exactly that as well, all but one. He wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating, he’d done so in the past feeling as if in the corner of his eye he’d seen her here and there before but never like this. Not directly in front of him. The sight stealing his breath away.
She looked exactly like her. Though more matured, more held together. Green hair and a different styling choice, but it was still her. Catching her gaze. His stomach tightening not being able to move much like how she too had yet to move.
Y/n had caught his eye, it was obvious by the way he hadn’t moved a muscle. Not walking in her direction like others. So she made the first move, a slight tilt of her head as she gazed at him. The small action seemingly kicked him into taking one stop onto the crossroad.
But that was enough of a reaction for her. As she easily slipped back into the crowd like a shadow not crossing the road and instead disappearing with the crowd that had come opposite the crossing walk she’d originally planned to cross.
“Wait!” He yelled out eyes widening as he seemingly lost sight of her in a split second, his body properly propelling him forward now out of desperation as he moved across the crosswalk at a fast pace, eyes scanning desperately.
His feet passed onto the pathway now just as the crossing turned red. His body turned in every direction as he searched the crowds around him internally cursing at the heavily dense population of Seoul for once.
He had been so close, if he had of just crossed instead of staring dumbly he could have seen her up close, talked to her, touched her. To know she was really there and not just his mind playing tricks on him.
“Please come back.” He spoke to himself, desperate to believe it was her.
Jeno’s body finally stilling as he gazed at the crowd around him, before letting his head drop in defeat.
Oblivious to the gaze on his side profile inside an antique shop. Y/n stood there watching him. Knowing fully well she wouldn’t be satisfied with just making contact with Jeno.
No, she wanted them all in front of her when she met them properly. Her face that had been void of emotion, though slowly her lips slowly ticked up at one corner in a sort of satisfied way at how he had gazed at her. It was as if a ghost of the past had passed across his vision.
Eye’s trailing over his figure but stuck to one thing in particular, an ironed on badge that said ‘Glitch Mode’ on his bag, her eyebrow raising at this before turning to walk further into the store hidden away from sight.
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Sitting down at an internet cafe wasn’t particularly something she liked doing seeing as it had taken her a year to catch up on technology, but now she knew what she was doing.
The search engine splayed across her screen from where she sat in the gaming chair, hand hovering over the keyboard in thought. Her fingers decided for her as they typed out the words still stuck in her head from just a few hours ago.
‘Glitch mode’
The first result was a place in Seoul that came up on the search engine. Her hand moving to the mouse clicking on the first result to be brought to the webpage. Instinctively leaning forward in her chair to get a closer look as she scrolled.
It was an arcade. Though mixed from retro games all the way to its very own new styled gaming station with Pc’s and all the like. Y/n wondering why he had an ironed badge on his bag with the logo.
Though her hand scrolling on the webpage stilled at one particular area of the site eyeing the paragraph.
‘Glitch Mode was created for the youth to be able to enjoy their time away from the responsibilities casted on them by society, a safe place for people to enjoy their time. For teenagers to adults up to their early thirties. A place designed and made by seven individuelles in hopes of creating a new environment for younger people to not only thrive but have a place to be themselves without the prejudice of the system we live in today.’
“Hidden in plain sight, what a bold move. How haven’t you been discovered yet?” Y/n whispered to herself.
“Glitch mode? It’s great there, better than these internet cafes but they always close up early on Thursdays and Fridays.” A voice spoke from beside her.
“They’re closed early today and tomorrow?” Y/n asked moving to look to her left at the person sitting beside her in their own gaming chair.
“Yeah, ever since they opened up last year they’ve been in big competition with places like internet cafes. Usually here and other places are empty when Glitch Mode is open or filled with more older people here.” The young man explained.
“Thank you for the information…” Y/n started to thank the random stranger but stalled not knowing their name, something they caught onto as they moved they dipped their head in a small bow.
“Jung Wooyoung.” Wooyoung introduced himself, causing Y/n to let out a hum at the familiar name she’d already heard from a certain barista this morning.
“Well thank you Wooyoung for the information. I have to go. Enjoy your time here.” She thanked him with a smile getting up after closing the browser search engine.
Wooyoung’s eyes following her action looking upwards once she was standing even when she turned to leave but stilled turning back to give Wooyoung a teasing smile.
“Your strawberry muffins are quite delicious, I can’t wait to taste them again another day.” With that she turned away, moving towards the exit.
Wooyoung staring dumbfounded at the spot she once was in. He’d baked fresh strawberry muffins for the cafe today but how did she know that? Shaking his head away from the thoughts when he heard his phone buzzing with a call.
Pulling the phone up to his ear, shoulders relaxing letting a smile grace his lips once again as Yuhno’s voice came out the other end rambling about a green haired girl who’d visited their cafe today.
“Oh by the way she never had a strawberry muffin before, but she was sure nothing would beat that one you made. She basically said your muffins were delicious Woo.”
“Yeah I know.” Was Wooyoung’s response as he glanced at the empty chair beside him in amusement now getting it, Yunho must have said his name when she’d been there.
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“What’s the point of putting a calendar in the watch party room? No one is going to be wondering what day it is while watching movies with their friends, besides the room is bright yellow, and that calendar is literally a white base with blue and black.”
Chenle all but whined out from where he sat lounging on the yellow couch legs propped up on the table.
“Because something else needed to be hung up on these walls, plus the dark blue tilling at the bottom of the room matches well with the calendar now shut up.” Renjun retorted from where he leaned against the edge of the doorway frame.
“We can always swap it out for something else some other time.” Jisung chimed in after hanging the calendar up against the nail in the wall he’d just hammered.
“If we’d just put a poster up we would have avoided the whole hammering a hole into the wall, you know we have to plaster that up if we put away the calendar.” Chenle continued whining, obviously still not convinced.
“We could hide the hole with a poster instead.” Jisung offered up a not so long term idea for the hole in the wall problem if it came up.
Renjun was about to throw the nearest object beside him at the two but before he could the three turned to look in the direction of where they heard a door slamming open and shut.
“Jeno’s back.” Chenle pointed out, letting out a whine at Jisung pushing his legs off the table before following the two out of the watching room to investigate Jeno’s loud arrival together.
Jeno made his way back to the store walking in at a rushed pace, frustrated with the fact he was seeing her now in front of him rather than just the corner of his eye. Y/n was not there yet his mind continuously ate away at him.
“I’d ask who pissed in your cereal this morning, but I cooked fried eggs this morning.” Jaemin pointed out watching Jeno’s entrance coming into the staff room. From where he sat beside Donghyuck, the two passed each other an old retro game boy every time one of them failed a level.
“Just ask him who pissed on his eggs then instead.” Donghyuck piped in though his gaze was glued to the retro game boy, fingers intensely moving around to win the level so he didn’t need to pass it back over to Jaemin.
“I’m not in the mood.” Jeno gritted out through clenched teeth, his hand flying up to his pink stained hair tugging at it.
The two looking up at this, Donghyuck who’d normally whine hearing the game losing theme sound stayed quiet in favour of watching his pink haired friend.
“You saw her again in the corner of your eye?” Jaemin asked out softly, his hand moving to absentmindedly fiddle with his piercings against his ear at the slight thought of her. She’s always wanted piercings.
This caught the attention of Mark who’d been sitting at the desk finishing up some leftover paperwork.
“No… not like that. I swear I saw her, right in front of me. On the other side of the crosswalk. But then when I finally moved towards her it was like she just… just disappeared into the crowd.” Jeno stressed out moving towards where the two were sitting on the comfy worn out blue couch.
“Pretty sure she can’t just disappear in front of your eyes. It was probably just your mind playing tricks on you.” Renjun spoke as the three entered the staff room now two having heard him.
“No you don’t get it. It had to be her. Her face was the same, just a little more mature. She wasn’t wearing the uniform and her hair… It looked freshly dyed. Green it was green.” Jeno tried describing what she’d looked like. Everyone tensed up at the mention of their past uniforms they’d been forced to wear day in day out.
“Jeno, when was the last time you slept?” Mark spoke up for the first time in the conversation, his voice only hinting at concern from where he sat at the desk, paperwork long forgotten now.
“That doesn’t matter right now Mark. I saw her.” Jeno shook his head in distaste for what Mark was trying to do. He was using his lack of sleep against him as some form of evidence that he’d seen wrong.
“Mark’s right. This has happened before Jeno. When you have long periods of time without rest you start seeing her.” Jaemin pointed out trying to dull down the small hope that flickered in his chest at the thought of her managing to escape.
“No, not you too. Look, yes I haven’t slept in a while but this is different. It’s different this time and I know it was her. She looked so…” Jeno stopped defending himself in favour of rubbing his hand down his face. Struggling to find the words he was looking for to describe Y/n.
“It looked as if she saw right through me, I know for a fact that’s impossible she’d recognise me in a heartbeat no matter how different I look just how I recognised her.” He continued on hand returning to run through his hair, evident of stress in his actions.
“If it really was her. She would have approached you Jeno. Y/n… she’s not here.” Donghyuck denied his words, hands clenching hard around the retro game boy. Silence enveloping the room.
All seven wished she was in fact here in Seoul. But the most likely option was that she was still stuck at the facility. Alone. Being tested on like a lab rat. The one who didn’t get away, who did not escape.
“And if it was her? We just sit here? Let her walk around Seoul alone?” Jeno asked out, the slim chance of it being her.
“Stop. Just stop Jeno. She’s still stuck in that goddamn facility doing god only knows what to her. You don’t get to go around talking to us, giving us hope she’s out. Not when you’re the first one who decided we needed to leave without her.” Jaemin bursted, voice full of anger as he stood up now making his way towards his friend.
Though Jeno beat him to it cross the room to grab at Jaemin’s black vest tugging him harshly, fists tight against the material.
“Shut up. You know nothing! I tried to wait. If we had waited any longer none of us would have been able to leave that hell hole. If I hadn't spoken up we would all still be there being poked, proded, beaten and tested on.” Jeno nearly growled into Jaemin’s face.
“Enough!” Mark all but yelled out clearly frustrated as much as the others swiftly making his way over hand placed on top of Jeno’s giving him a stern look. Jeno not giving in, hands still tight against Jaemin’s clothing.
“Don’t forget Jaemin I may have said it, but we all were thinking it. We were desperate. In the end we all made the choice.” His voice, still loud but no longer held as much anger.
Jaemin stared Jeno down for a few seconds before looking away, choosing wisely to keep quiet on his words. His stomach was tightening with guilt, one he’d carried for two years now. One they all carried.
Jeno held back a scoff from Jaemin’s silence letting go of him but didn’t give anyone the chance to speak again as he stormed out of the room.
“I’ll talk to him. I’ll bring him back to the apartment and try to get him to sleep.” Renjun offered, patting both Jaemin and Mark on the shoulders as he went past and through the doorway following their pink haired friend.
“What about the calendar?” Chenle called out, causing everyone to look over at him.
“It stays up!” Renjun called back out loudly.
“Not the time Chenle.” Mark told him off lightly, shaking his head as he made his way over towards the desk again.
“When will it ever be the time? I still think we should get rid of the-” Chenle tried to continue his ideas but Jisung shoved him down against the blue couch and layed on top of him, cutting him off.
“Not the time.” Jisung butted in but let out a choked noise when Chenle wrapped his arm around Jisungs throat and the other hand went to Jisung’s head aggressively messing up his hair.
The two, messing around now on the couch, a leg flying out causing Donghyuck to duck, now focused on playing the level on his retro game boy again. Jaemin watched them but wasn’t in the mood to mess around or play games, deciding to make his way over to where Mark was.
Watching his friend continue the paperwork briefly before gazing over at the monitor next to them on the desk that monitored all the security cameras around. About to look away until something caught his eye.
Moving to sit beside Mark on the other gaming chair leaning forward, eyes squinting slightly at the monitor. Specifically on the back exit camera. Shifting in his seat when he was sure what he was seeing, a hooded figure standing there perfectly in frame. As if wanting to be caught on camera on purpose.
“You okay Jaemin?” Mark’s question caused Jaemin to whip his head towards Mark blinking dumbly for a second before nodding as he stood up.
“Uh yeah, yeah I’m good. I’m just gonna start locking up. I think it’s a good idea for us all to get out early today.” Jaemin thought up on the spot.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. I think we should make it a long weekend too. Keep closed tomorrow and reopen on Monday.” Mark decided thinking all of them needed a small break.
“Yeah great, I’ll be back soon.” Jaemin rushed his words out, turning towards the door to make his way towards the back exit.
Mark watched, his eyebrows scrunching slightly at Jaemin’s hasty exit but chalked it up to him just wanting to leave after what happened with Jeno a few minutes ago. His attention turned to the three left once he heard a thump, Chenle and Jisung now rolling on the floor together.
Mark letting his eyes shut inhaling through his nose trying to have one moment of peace before he’d have to try and break up whatever the two were bickering about now.
Jaemin made his way towards the back, slipping through the side door quietly, eye’s trying to focus on the new darkness surrounding him as it was night now and dark compared to previously inside.
The figure was still there standing still. Jaemin rolled his shoulders back as he spoke loud enough for the hooded figure to hear.
“Who are you? We are closed as of current. Tomorrow as well, come back on Monday during our normal opening hours.”
The figure turned towards him, yet because of the setting it was too dark to see the face that was hidden behind the hood the figure wore. His eyes squinted once again to try making out any detail.
“Do you understand what I just said?” Jaemin asked out yet the figure stayed silent causing warning bells to go off in his head. He’d hoped it was just some teenager due to the height of the person but now all he could think about was the fact the facility could be closer to them then he thought.
Before he could question further the figure finally did something. They turned around to face away from him. Taking a second to start walking away. Jaemin staying still watching the figure slowly leave cautiously wondering why they hadn’t responded and took their time to watch him before taking their leave.
As the figure went to turn the corner they walked under a street light, a small piece of hair sticking out of their hoodie being caught by the light. Green. It was green.
Jaemin’s heart dropped to his stomach connecting the dots fast as he remembered Jeno’s rambling from earlier.
“Wait! Y/n!” He yelled out, his tone bordering desperation.
The figure stalling for a millisecond in their walk but it was enough for him. It was enough for the hope to reignite in him as his body moved, shoes hitting the pavement underneath him heavily to chance her.
Y/n hearing his footsteps easily, racing past the corner as quick as she could causing him to call out once more. Skidding past the corner himself too, stopping in confusion once he came up blank. No one nearby.
“No.” Jaemin whispered hands going up to his head before shaking it off racing down the street taking a few turns that his gut wanted him to take. Almost deciding to stop the chase until he caught a hooded figure pass into an alley. Jaemin racing in the direction once again.
Entering the alley he stopped at the sight in front of him. The hooded figure taking a leap at the fire stairway that was suspended a few feet up in the air. Their hands catching the bottom of the metal ladder pulling their weight upwards.
“Just wait!” Jaemin yelled out making his way towards the ladder attempting to grab at it only to curse out when a boot made contact with his hand preventing him from climbing up with them.
Jaemin’s body fell down onto the dirty alleyway floor as he looked upwards watching the figure climb further up the ladder before disappearing over the ledge of the building's roof.
His hand moving to cradle his other injured hand, the hit wasn’t anything to worry about and would be fine by morning. His gaze lingered in the last spot he’d seen the figure, jaw clenching. He knew he had not been sleeping well either, just like Jeno, but this couldn’t have been a hallucination.
He didn’t want it to be a part of his mind playing tricks on him.
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A few buildings was all that Y/n thought was enough to be deemed a safe distance away. Taking a few steady breaths in as she slowly pulled her hoodie down. Her breath catching in her throat, not from being winded from the sudden running but having seen his face.
Na Jaemin even in just two years had matured, taller and looked healthy.
“You’re closed tomorrow on a Friday? Good. I’ll see you soon boys.” Y/n spoke to herself eyes sharp, face highlighted from Seoul’s lights in the city at night, neon green shining against her.
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✩  crush culture
synopsis : ln yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possibly be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down? pairing : huang renjun x gn!reader genre/s : university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, slice of life, humor
part thirty : my little meowmeow
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from reese, with love <3 and that’s the end for renyn !! can you believe this was supposed to be a mini smau ?? now here we are thirty parts later like ??? it took a while, but we eventually got there hehe thank you so much for all the love for this series !! pls- I appreciated all the comments and asks and likes and reblogs like it means so much to me that you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing !! the cc council now lives in my head and hold a special place in my heart <3 thank you, I'd really love to know what you think :)) hope you are all doing well and taking care of yourselves :)) 
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Broken Melodies : Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-4}
A/n: Welcome to chapter 4! For those who reached this far I thank you guys for supporting this series!
So here it iss ✨
The use of coloured fonts is to portray their telepathic conversations. Pink for Eunbi and Blue for Jeno
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Jeno's
"No. I can't. I won't." I told dad who sighed and removed his glasses.
"Jeno, your whole life I've let you do whatever you wanted and gave you whatever you asked for. Please just do this favour for me. Just this once." dad pleaded making me look at him in panic.
Why do you look so...sad?
"I'll do it. Just...don't be so sad dad." I said as he looked at me.
"You'll do it?" he asked light coming back into his face as I gave him my best smile, even though it was forced.
"But why all of a sudden?" I asked as he motioned me to sit next to him on the couch.
"All my life, I grew up hating the Na family. I wasted my whole youth trying to kill their leader and so did he. But I never realised that all that time we could've been allies and friends instead of enemies.
But we were too late as our children grew up to hate each other too. I recently met him and we talked not as enemies but as friends. We both have the same wish for peace between our gangs. Both you and his daughter are the beloved treasures of each gang so if the both of you come together, the gangs will too." dad said as clenched my fist under the table.
He's sick...I don't want to upset him further...but then again I did want the rivalry to end.
"Okay. I'll do it." I said making dad smile brightly and pull me in for a hug.
"I knew I could count on you." he said making me soften as I hugged him back.
"Now, let's go! We wouldn't want to be late to meet your beautiful bride would we?" he said making me do a double take.
"Wait...WHAT?"
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Eunbi's
The thought of marrying Jeno, Lee Jeno the dumbass. Oh my gosh, please tell me this is a dream. As I touched up my makeup in the wash room I couldn't help but clench my fist.
"Even if I hate it...the face dad made when I said yes. I haven't seen him this happy ever since..." I trailed as I looked down.
Mom left
I took a deep breath and reapplied my lip gloss and checked my hair before going out to see Lee Jeno and his father I suppose.
As he not informed? Why does he look so shocked?
"There's my Princess. This is my daughter Eunbi." I smiled and greeted Jeno's father who looked at me and smiled brightly.
"What a beautiful daughter you have. Nice to meet you, Eunbi." he said kindly as I smiled.
"Thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you...and you." I trailed when I made eye contact with Jeno.
"Jeno, won't you introduce yourself to Eunbi?" his father encouraged when Jeno sighed.
What the hell is his problem? Many people wish to marry a beauty like me but here I am accepting to marry this douchebag. Can't he at least be happy?
"We already know each other." he trailed looking away when I smiled.
"We dooo~ how did we first meet again?" I pretended to think and smirked internally when his eyes jolted towards me.
"Oh, that's good to hear you're both already acquainted!" dad exclaimed as I smiled and threatened him with my eyes.
'If you don't wan't me to expose the truth, you better fucking behave in front of my dad.' I told him with my eyes.
'The fuck is your deal?" he replied with his eyes.
'Uh uh uhh...wouldn't want daddy to know would we?" I retaliate as he huffs.
"Look at them, already lost in each others eyes." Jeno's father said as me and Jeno were brought back to reality as we awkwardly laughed.
"Don't worry we were just messing with you. We're not monsters who will just let our kids marry each other like that for our own gains." dad says making us furrow our brows and look at him.
"We just need the both of you to act like lovesick fools who are deeply in love with each other to ease the tension and hopefully stop the violence between our gangs." Jeno's dad said making the both of us punch the ain in victory.
"Yes!" we said in unison making both the men laugh.
"Ah, so you two didn't want the marriage." dad said making me widen my eyes.
"Dad, no-" his laugh cut me off.
"It's all good but we just need the both of you to act as realistically in love as you can. You're brothers must never know." Jeno's dad said making me furrow my brows.
"No one except the four of us should find out. I expect this information to only be known by us. It should, under no circumstances be known to anyone else." dad said seriously as the both of us nodded.
After talking for a while we left to retreat to our respective homes for the night.
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The next day came in a blink and Eunbi was peacefully having dinner when the roaring sounds of a bike greeted her eardrums.
She let out a sigh and walked towards the balcony of her dining room only for her eyes to bulge out at the sight of Jeno leaning on his bike, his back facing her.
She quickly ran in and took a grape from the fruit bowl making her father chuckle, already knowing why. Eunbi aimed and threw the grape towards the back of his head when his hand swiftly caught it without looking. He popped the grape in his mouth and turned around.
"Hurry up, will you. We don't have time." he just said and turned back around making Eunbi run to her father who was peacefully enjoying his meal.
"What is he doing here dad??" she whisper screamed as her father chuckled.
"He wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't pick you up and drop you off would he?" her father said making her groan as she left to get dressed.
After dressing up she headed out towards Jeno who looked at her and sighed.
"What took you so long?" he complained as she looked around and smacked his head.
"We will continue this at school." she said before taking the extra helmet from his hand and putting it on. She then got on the bike and wrapped her hands around Jeno's waist making him jolt.
"Don't hold my waist." he warned as Eunbi scoffed.
"As if like I want to, I'm only doing this because I don't want to fall off. Now drive." she commanded as he huffed and drove his bike to college.
Before reaching the college they stopped at a secluded area where no one could see them and he drove off. Eunbi couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the black kawasaki and its rider drive away.
"Guess this is my life now." she said with a bored expression as she walked towards the same direction with an exasperated sigh.
Let's see how baby Eunbi and Baby Jeno get through their days as a secret (fake) couple 😩✨
That's it for this chapter 💖✨
You can find Chapter 5 here
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kisstuals · 1 year
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the art of love [m.list]
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PAIRINGS. dream 00 line x fem reader CONTAINS. fluff, angst, romance, college!au, art school!au & other various aus WARNINGS. cursing, alcohol consumption, suggestive content, more to be added INSPO. personal experience, the kdrama nevertheless, for the titles & beatopia by beabadoobee  NOTE. check end for extended authors note! while all of these take place in the same universe and are loosely connected, they can be read as standalones! if you’d like to be added to the taglist, send me an ask! and i hope u enjoy what is to come <3
The New School of Arts at Neo University has a top ranking, state-of-the-art program for all aspiring artists. With any distinguished college degree comes sleepless nights, copious amounts of coffee and hours spent working, but students Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun and Haechan find it especially difficult to balance their professional passions with, well, their personal passions. Will they be able to figure out the art of love before they venture out into the real world?
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LIKEWISE, 
pairing. sculpture major!jeno x sculpture major!reader contains. fluff, romance, angst, college!au, sculptor!au, classmates!au
Despite having had several classes with Lee Jeno, you never realize how much you have in common with him– that is, until you have to spend your entire semester working on a sculpture piece together for the new exhibit at your school’s gallery.
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UNDOUBTEDLY,
pairing. photography major!jaemin x neuroscience major!reader contains. fluff, romance, minor angst, childhood best friends to lovers!au, college au
Everyone thought that you and Jaemin would end up together, but something always seemed to get in the way. After years of missed opportunities (and both of you being complete dumbasses), Jaemin realizes how undeniable your presence is in his life, all thanks to his photography final.
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NEVERTHELESS,
pairing. theater major!haechan x journalism major!reader x painting major!renjun contains. fluff, romance, angst, college!au, theater!au, enemies to lovers!au or friends to lovers!au
On one hand you have the loud and annoying (yet, unfortunately attractive) Haechan, the lead of the play you are covering for your article. And, on the other hand you have his kind and approachable (yet, emotionally unavailable) best friend, Renjun, who volunteers with the set design crew in his free time. Perhaps… this was much more than you signed up for.
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LEELA’S NOTE. hi omg welcome to kisstuals, this is the first thing i am planning on posting here :) honestly i was scared to start with a series because it's a lot of pressure but i am way too excited not to. this is pure escapism for me because i am an art student and i am planning on projecting all my thoughts and desires onto these fics lol. that being said, a lot of this is based on my personal experiences in art school but obviously there are other parts where i have to fill in on my own. i haven’t started writing any of these but please let me know if you’re looking forward to this so i can motivate myself to write! i also have a bonus piece planned already if i can get through these initial ones!!! also some of these are from dream’s pov, others are from reader’s pov, it’s just whatever is convenient for the storyline. but pls pls lmk ur thoughts and keep ur eyes peeled for some teaser content!!! xoxo, leela
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