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its-taeil-time · 2 years

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Na Jaemin

☁︎ - fluff // ✶ - angst // ☽ - mature

✧ total: 21 ✧

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one-shots

just so you know [21k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ love triangle to polyamory, voyeurism, friends to lovers, ft. jeno

you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things

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cherry girl! [16.7k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ college!au, gamer!au, twitch streamer!jaemin, fuckboy!au, friends with benefits to lovers

virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.

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top of the world [15.6k] ☁︎✶

➥ high school!au, rich kid!jaemin, one-sided enemies to lovers

things had always been the same in the world of na jaemin— him sitting on a throne above everyone else. that was the natural order. but the world as jaemin knew it began to shake after a few fated encounters with someone at the bottom of the food chain.

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GO [6k] ☽

➥ alpha!jaemin, omega!reader, best friend’s little brother!jaemin

“Jaehyun? Why are you calling me so early?”

“Ah, sorry you’re probably heading to work. My stupid brother just cornered me on the way out pestering me to help him.”

“Little Jaemin? Aww don’t be so mean, what’s wrong?”

“This bum wants me to lend him money, as if he’d pay me back. He’s touring a couple universities in Seoul next week..”

“Ah, I see. Let me guess..”

“Do me this favor please? Let my little free loader brother crash on your couch?”

“For you? No. For my little baby Jaemin? Of course.”

dreaming [7.8k] ☽

➥ part 2 of GO, alpha!jaemin, omega!reader, best friend’s little brother!jaemin

“You’re still using suppressants?” Jaemin’s scowl deepens. The foiled packet of pills wrinkles between his fingers. Veins trailing his inner wrist pulsate at rapid speed.

“Jaemin, don’t start.” You try to snatch them away. His palm slaps over your forearm pausing your attempt. Fingers burning where they land. His skin feels bubbling hot against yours. The wave of fire sparking from his grip powerful enough to turn you into a pile of ashes. “You’re..you’re burning up..”

His eyes drag up, deep brown hidden by an electric red. Your throat hitches, breathing out a silent gasp in panic. Jaemin’s rut finally snapped.

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doing the bf tag with my bf. [4.7k] ☁︎

➥ part of the not clickbait series, youtuber!au, best friends to lovers

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

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best friend [4.6k] ☽

➥ best friend!jaemin, (fake) alpha!jaemin

“Yea?” He crooks a brow through the mirror eyeing over your body laid on his bed. “If you want to fuck, just say that.”

Rolling yours eyes you continue tapping your phone screen searching through tags for your new favorite genre of fan-fiction. Jaemin halts his actions stepping over to stand between your legs hung off to the side. Large hands groping around your thighs. “You know I want to.”

Continuing to ignore him, your eyes scan over a summary catching your interests.

‘Your alpha best friend goes into unexpected rut unable to control his urges after catching a whiff of your aroused scent.

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stronger [4k] ☽

➥ alpha!jaemin, omega!reader, ft. alpha!jeno

Request: Jaemin/Jeno with size kink/bulge kink/lactation kink/dacryphilia kink

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sugar daddy galore! [4k] ☽

➥ sugar daddy!jaemin, ft. sugar daddy!jeno

you’ve been struggling with choosing the perfect sugar daddy for you. the two candidates, na jaemin and lee jeno, are both vying for your attention. however, you’ve failed to tell them that you’ve been fucking them both while also taking their money. oops.

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lesson learned [2.5k] ☁︎☽

➥ nerd!jaemin

tinted cheeks and sheepish glances might’ve been a delight to observe every time his eyes scanned intellectual phrases on books, but as your words reached dangerous levels, you realized not all is what it seems.

attention [2.5k] ☁︎☽

➥ part two of lesson learned, nerd boyfriend!jaemin

innocent and harmless to the eyes of everyone else, the quiet boy sitting next to you couldn’t stand your impatience anymore. maybe another lesson needed to be taught.

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thin walls. [1.8k] ☁︎☽

➥ roommate!jaemin, best friend!jaemin, soft dom!jaemin

you try your best to keep quiet since you know jaemin’s room is right next to yours. turns out you’re not as quiet as you think.

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don’t think, just do [1.6k] ☁︎

➥ high school!au, friends to lovers

an overthinker, a piece of advice, a sudden confession, and a subtle meltdown.

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double penetration in one hole [1.3k] ☽

➥ boyfriend!jaemin, ft. boyfriend!jeno

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series

nothing yet.

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blurbs/ drabbles

as your roommate ☁︎

what kissing him would taste like ☁︎

being surprised by s/o during practice ☁︎

aftercare ☁︎☽ (suggestive)

how experienced he is ☽

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reacts

fake dating ☁︎

platonic kissing ☁︎

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timestamps

nothing yet.

#nct #nct au #kpop #nct fanfic #nct jaemin #jaemin #na jaemin #nct na jaemin #nct nana #nana #nct dream

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wanderdrops · 2 months

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ALL OF US LOST ~ [DOTAE FIC]

Fic very inspired in the movie All of us strangers. Doyoung is a young writer who has been gaining recognition lately with his sad personal stories. With this, he decides to move to a new building, becoming the first to inhabit it. The second to move in is Lee Taeyong, a music producer and writer who has a somewhat messy life and heart due to a past love. Doyoung doesn't want to get to know him, but Taeyong insists on entering his life. How many times will each of them open the door?

We are all newcomers at some point.

His mother always told him, "Take care of yourself more than anyone else."

Doyoung didn't know if that phrase was true or not, but he did know that those words, repeated countless times throughout his life, stuck to his mind like gum under a desk.

He didn't tend to have friends because of it. At least not "real" ones. He barely let his older brother get close to him and only dared to listen to his stories and escapades with some girls and some bars. No reflection or comment overflowing with intimacy came from Doyoung. Only smiles—genuine, in any case; laughter, if necessary.

One could say, then, that he grew up distrusting, and ended up distrustful. Fearful. He didn't want to feel what it would be like to be neglected by someone.

At 27, Doyoung didn't have close friends, or at least he wouldn't call them that. Jaehyun was the one he talked to the most. Music, movies, anything superficial that didn't speak of him. Haechan sought advice: his life seemed more troubled than ever; Jungwoo talked about his various partners, Mark talked about his eternal infatuation.

Similarly, amid all the curiosity that the mystery surrounding his life could provide, Doyoung ended up being very good company. He listened like no one else ever would.

Perhaps for all those same reasons, he found himself so comfortable with the idea of moving to a new building. His latest book had been a success, and now the publishing house had partnered with a production company for him to focus on writing scripts. He could assure himself with the idea of buying an apartment, and so he did.

Itaewon. Bright, spacious, new, clean. Above all else: empty. Not a soul inhabited that building. Or at least that's how it seemed when he met his real estate agent at the entrance of the reception.

"Excited?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Few units in the building have been sold, so maybe you'll be the first to occupy it."

That idea excited him. The solitude. He preferred being surrounded by several walls with just his music and his thoughts. His ideas and fantasies. No one to pretend to be okay with or how he felt. Requesting the keys at night made it an even more permanent sensation.

"You could surely impress some girl with this place," said the real estate agent. Her gaze was inquisitive regarding his love life: he had already told her he was single. "A girl would be enchanted by this view."

Doyoung only feigned a laugh. "A girl?" he thought. "We all know that's impossible."

The real estate agent spoke to him as if he hadn't seen the building plans. While it was true he had never been in the physical location of his new apartment, he already knew what he had bought. Nevertheless, he didn't expect what he was going to see after the real estate agent opened his door.

Upon entering the apartment—which was already furnished—he realized he could see all of Seoul. Warm and cold lights vying for dominance over the city. Some colors flashing from side to side. A deceptive silence that only the night could grant.

"Wow, it's... it's truly incredible," Doyoung exclaimed. He hadn't even been aware of when he approached the window to gaze at the city as if he were floating... Yes, that's how it felt. Floating above Itaewon. Floating above everyone.

Silence. Doyoung couldn't continue. He didn't want to soak his thoughts with someone who would only see this once. He picked up the large backpack he had brought with him and positioned it neatly on the couch. He had been so absorbed that he had even thrown the backpack on the floor.

"It's very beautiful," Doyoung finally said. "Thank you for trusting me."

A bow, a few smiles, and a reminder of when he needed to contact his bank to consolidate the periodicity of his payments to the real estate agent. That was all before she left.

Doyoung walked through the apartment in silence. He enjoyed the sound his steps could make. He enjoyed how the windows isolated the noise. He enjoyed what was now going to be his life.

A strange but familiar sense of bitterness engulfed him, embracing him physically. Doyoung hugged his own arms and let out what would be a deep sigh.

There, in that moment as he looked lost at the city skyline, he remembered. He simply bit his tongue as his chest soured like ink on water.

A rumble from his stomach was what snapped him out of his bubble. He looked at his abdomen, then towards the streets. He approached the window once more, searching for any open food joints on the street below, and when his smile of satisfaction at finding his new destination had surfaced, a pang stabbed at the pit of his stomach.

With furrowed brows and pursed lips, he observed: blonde hair, not too tall, slender. A suitcase in his hands, a neon green hoodie, and loose black pants. A guy had gotten out of a taxi with a suitcase and was heading straight towards the entrance of his building.

On the way, the blonde guy looked up towards Doyoung, who quickly stepped away from his large window.

"Damn it..."

Doyoung didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable. Over the next few weeks, he would encounter people every day, and he knew that. It wasn't going to be awkward. So why was it now?

Perhaps he just felt like his fantasy of chosen solitude had been interrupted. His bubble-shaped building had been popped with a loud "plop."

Doyoung glanced at his watch and calculated that if he left now, it would be impossible for them to meet in the elevator. He would be going up, Doyoung would be going down.

So he approached to fetch his black hoodie, removed his contact lenses to put on his glasses, and left alone with just his wallet.

Walking down the hallway, he saw the number of his floor in metal embedded in the wall: 11. He knew the building had 25 floors and wondered where the guy who had entered a few minutes ago would live.

Waiting for the elevator, Doyoung checked his phone. He had a message from Jungwoo in the group where Haechan, Mark, and Jaehyun were also present. The four of them were friends from school.

"Hyung, send pictures of your new apartment."

He had completely forgotten to do that. So absorbed in the beauty that he took no pictures. So absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when the elevator had opened.

It was the sound of the elevator doors about to close that snapped him out of his bubble.

"Are you getting in?"

It was the blonde guy he had seen from his window. He was holding open the elevator door.

Doyoung was frozen as he looked at him. Beyond his mesmerizing beauty, what caught him off guard was the smile on his lips.

A genuine smile for him.

"Yeah... sorry..."

Doyoung entered the elevator somewhat clumsily, which wasn't very spacious. He avoided looking at him even though he felt his eyes on him. He pretended to look at his phone even though he felt rude. And without saying anything, they both exited the elevator.

What made Doyoung uncomfortable was that both were walking in the same direction, almost side by side. When they turned the corner, the blonde guy laughed.

"Let me guess: your apartment also has a northeast view."

Doyoung raised his gaze and saw his eyes. The contact made him tuck his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

"Yeah... They say it's the best direction."

"I was told the same thing! Before, mine faced north and had the sun all day long," replied the blonde guy with an enthusiasm that surprised Doyoung.

"Of course... First day in a new apartment. Who wouldn't be happy like that?"

But Doyoung wasn't. At least he felt somewhat peaceful, but the situation didn't give him enough reason to be happily chatting with strangers.

Still, he did.

"Awful. I used to live in my old house, the sun was on me all day," Doyoung replied with what would be a small smile on his lips.

And that threw him off. What was he doing talking to someone who didn't even know his name?

"Taeyong," the blonde guy said. "Lee Taeyong."

His name. Almost as if he had read his thoughts. Taeyong. It rhymed well with his face that seemed sculpted.

"Dongyoung... Or Doyoung..." Only his friends called him that. Why was he talking so much?

"Doyoung suits you much better. No offense, though."

Taeyong had stopped in front of a bar with a few people inside. It was Tuesday, anyway. Doyoung stopped with him and looked into his eyes. He could see how Taeyong examined him from head to toe.

"Beer? My treat."

Doyoung felt something he hadn't felt in a while. A mix of fear and a kind of excitement. That's why he couldn't help but respond with a desire to run away.

Still, he didn't.

"No, no. I have to work tomorrow... it's late and besides... I haven't eaten anything. That's actually why I came, to get food."

Taeyong seemed disappointed with pursed lips, hands in his pockets, and a head movement that seemed very cool to Doyoung.

"Another time then."

Taeyong gave him a smile and turned on his heels to enter the bar.

Doyoung sighed deeply, and without further ado, he went to buy food where he had seen from his window. Unconsciously, he noticed that he had passed a couple of places while walking with Taeyong, so with some embarrassment, he had to turn back.

Back in his apartment, Doyoung ate a small but expensive Teokbokki at what would be his new desk. The computer was open, and a new project in Writerduet showed the beginning of a new script, which this time, would indeed see the light.

"EXT. DOYOUNG'S HOUSE. DAY

DOYOUNG (27) was..."

The doorbell rings.

Doyoung immediately turns to look at the door of the room, which is now his office.

Someone knocks on the door.

Quickly, without pulling down the hoodie from his head, he goes to open the door.

"Doyoung-ah!"

Taeyong. He had a beer in one hand and a whiskey bottle in the other. He looked drunk. Doyoung just squeezed the hand holding the door and, even though everything was in his favor to close it, he leaned softly against it to look at Taeyong and understand what he needed.

He couldn't resist, and he wasn't aware of it.

#hi everyone! first time writing dotae #hope someone reads this and like this #i'll be updating soon!#dotae fanfic #taedo fanfic #kim doyoung #lee taeyong #nct 127 fanfic #this is a slowburn btw #nct 127 #doyoung #taeyong #nct doyoung #nct taeyong #nct #dotae domestic #dotae #taedo #dotae angst

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kopikokun · 4 years

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Beach Day Blues༄ l.dh

↳ Out on a day trip to the beach with your boyfriend and his friends, you’re anticipating a fun time filled with sunny memories and sand filled swimsuits. What you’re not expecting is the cold shoulder from your usually happy-go-lucky boyfriend, but you’re going to get to the root of this issue, even if it’ll kill you.

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader ft. yuta, mark & jaehyun

content: fluff, beach day, reverse comfort fic, jealousy fic, very mildly suggestive ending

word count: 2053 words

Request 36: Haechan + “I need a hug.” (42) + “You’re cute when you’re angry.” (47) + “You own my heart.” (59) + Jealousy

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Perhaps you’re being delusional. Perhaps you’re just dehydrated or, maybe, you rationalise, the scalding rays of the evening Sun have burned not only your skin but your brain cells too (if there were any to begin with). Maybe all of this is just in your head and you’re overthinking it.

“Hey,” someone hisses, “is it just me or is Donghyuck giving you the cold shoulder?”

At the question, or rather observation, your head swivels an almost sharp 90 degrees to stare Yuta straight in the eyes. “So, it wasn’t just me thinking that!”

Yuta chuckles. “Yeah, he definitely seems off…” He peers at Donghyuck discreetly from beneath his sunglasses before turning back towards you. “Did you guys get into a fight or something?”

“A fight? No way!” You pause, suddenly doubting yourself. “At least, I don’t think so…”

Though you’re confident in your verdict of innocence regarding a fight, Yuta’s question prompts you to briefly run through the events of the day. To preface things, you, your boyfriend, Donghyuck, and a few of your friends—namely, Yuta, Jaehyun and Mark—had decided around half a month ago to clear up one day in advance for a ‘beach day’ this week. The idea had sprung after someone had brought up how nice and sunny the weather had been lately, and everyone just unanimously came to the conclusion that sunny weather equals beach day.

You had begun packing for this trip a few days ahead to the surprise of everyone including yourself, which is a testament to your overwhelming excitement, because you rarely--if ever--pack that early for just a single day trip. But who can blame you? This would be your first official trip with Donghyuck. No, you should rephrase that. This would be your first official trip with Donghyuck as your boyfriend. You’ve been on plenty of trips before when you two were just ‘friends’, but now--and maybe this is the romanticist in you which you’ve successfully kept stored away up until recently speaking--it just feels different. You’re sure someone out there can relate, because you’ve never been one to obsess over something as feeble as a label, yet this trip has had your stomach in knots for ages.

The packing process had gone smoothly--neither you nor Donghyuck had forgotten anything--and so had the car ride over. As far as you can recall, your day at the beach so far has gone without a hitch too. You’d had a little picnic, dipped in the oddly warm sea, played some beach volleyball (badly) and gotten some icecream afterward. No fights, no issues, no nothing.

Maybe, you think, he found out I was involved in that little switch up with the sea water. You don’t entertain the idea for too long though immediately casting it away, because you know Donghyuck would never be the type to get so upset over a prank.

So, why the attitude?

You gaze at Donghyuck’s back, hoping that this mystery might just unravel itself if you stare long enough.

“Huh…” Yuta’s voice tears you from your zealous staring competition with Donghyuck’s shoulders. “Then I wonder what’s up…”

You sigh. You know you should confront him and have a mature conversation about what’s bothering him, but that’s so much easier said than done. Maybe this is God’s way of punishing you for ridiculing all those scenes in cheesy teen flicks where the couple would experience a major fall-out because of poor communication. During said scenes, you’d be pulling your hair out, internally screaming at the couple to just freaking talk already, yet now that you’ve been presented this obstacle for you to overcome yourself, you’re erring on the side of caution.

Come on, you reason, I’ve been friends with Donghyuck for over half-a-decade and we’ve gotten into our fair share of arguments during those five years. What’s so different about now?

Yeah, you’re right. You find yourself agreeing with your own thoughts, physically nodding along like you’re speaking to someone. Yuta raises a concerned eyebrow at you. Nothing’s different compared to then. You’re doing it again. He’s just my boyfriend, and that’s just a label. Stop. Obsessing. Over. Labels.

Admittedly, it’s a bit embarrassing having to psyche yourself up to do this, but that’s not what’s important right now. What’s important is that little pep-talk, no matter how laughable it sounded, has gotten you to stand and saunter to Donghyuck with utmost confidence. In hindsight, you should’ve said something to Yuta beforehand instead of just springing from your seat and marching away. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind though, as it was obviously preoccupied with something arguably much more important than giving him the luxury of context.

You decide not to be too transparent about your feelings at first as you take a seat beside Donghyuck on the sand, leaning your head on his shoulder, hoping that all of this was really just your imagination getting the best of you. You silently plead that he’ll perhaps treat you like he normally would, giving you a little peck on the cheek or at least wrapping his arm around your waist. Unfortunately, your hopes are smothered just as quickly as they arise because Donghyuck doesn’t even bat an eye at you, continuing to chat with Jaehyun and flat-out ignoring your presence. Still optimistic for a reaction, you leave a chaste kiss to his bare shoulder, just to let him know that “Hey, I’m here!”, but to no avail. Infuriatingly, he doesn’t even flinch. All he does is drone on to Jaehyun about something you couldn’t care less about.

You huff. Audibly. A last ditch effort in vying for Donghyuck’s attention. It goes just as well as your previous attempts. You cross your arms, glaring at the side of Donghyuck’s stubborn little head, hoping to bore a deep hole through his brain. Maybe then he’ll finally take notice of you. Sensing the undeniable tensity in the air, Jaehyun clears his throat awkwardly, offering Donghyuck some lame excuse about needing to take a piss, before shuffling away. Well, at least someone knows how to take a hint.

With Jaehyun’s departure, you’re left alone with Donghyuck. Usually, he’d be leaping to drown you in affection the second you two had privacy--or even if you two didn’t, to be frank--but all he does now is fiddle with the strings of his swimming shorts absentmindedly.

“What’s wrong, Hyuck?” you finally ask, desperate to break this frustratingly suffocating silence. “Is something wrong?”

Finally, after what seems like centuries, Donghyuck acknowledges your existence, though the look he gives you is not a pleasant one. In fact, it’s one of agitation. His tongue prods at his inner cheek before he says, tone bitter, “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

Evidently taken aback, you crease your eyebrows at him. “I… Did I do something wrong, babe?”

“Oh, come on,” he scoffs, scornful amusement overtaking his normally amiable features. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. You can just come out and say it.”

“Say what, Hyuck?”

“How much more you’re into Mark than into me,” Donghyuck says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You can’t help but laugh, simply bewildered as to how on Earth he came to this conclusion. “I’m into who now?”

“Mark,” Donghyuck rolls his eyes, “don’t have to pretend like you’re surprised.”

“I’m not into--” you sigh, a smile of disbelief tugging at your lips. “Okay, tell me why you think I’m into Mark.”

“I don’t think. I know,” Donghyuck argues and you scoff, “but it’s obvious. And I have proof. Take when we were playing volleyball for instance. The whole time, you kept eyeing Mark up and laughing at his jokes. All of them. Even the weird ones that nobody gets.”

You snort. “Baby… I wasn’t ‘eyeing Mark up’, I was watching him just in case he missed the ball. And about the joke thing, to his credit, some of them were actually pretty funny! But, as for the the rest--and don’t tell Mark I said this--I felt kinda bad nobody else laughed at them, so I just laughed along with him. Trust me, I’ve been in his shoes before and it sucks. Not all of us are born as naturally as funny as you, Hyuck.” You’re a little remorseful that you’re essentially dissing Mark, but you’re sure he’d understand. Your relationship’s on the line here.

Donghyuck harrumphs, but you can tell by the slight quirk of his lip that he’s a little tickled by you poking fun at Mark and he’s totally been swayed by your compliment.

“Okay, fine that explains that, but how about when we went swimming just now? Why did you and Mark keep exchanging funny looks?”

“That?” You giggle. “You know how your drink was mysteriously replaced by seawater?”

“Yeah,” he trails off, his suspicion growing by the second.

“Who do you think that was?”

Donghyuck groans. “Wait, that was you? Seriously? That was mean, babe.”

“Aww, I know, Hyuck. I’m sorry,” you coo. Your hand inches its way closer to his as you attempt to intertwine your fingers together.

Donghyuck rejects your endeavour of fondness. “Nu-uh, no way. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh my God, Hyuck, there’s more?” you complain, though there’s a tint of amusement in your voice.

“Yes, there’s more, and you won’t be able to worm your way out of this one either,” he says smugly, as if it’d be a good thing if you in fact, couldn’t worm your way out of his next accusation. “How about when we went to get ice cream and you kept sliding up next to him?”

You pout. “I just wanted to try the watermelon popsicle he got.”

Donghyuck blinks at you, his once irritated expression dissolving. He seems dumbfounded as you hold his gaze, your mirthful smile never faltering. He turns away from you. “Oh, well… then whatever. I guess you aren’t into Mark.”

“Hyuck,” you say, hand crawling up his arm, “were you jealous?”

“Well, yeah, obviously,” he deadpans, still refusing to meet your gaze.

You giggle. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

His cold facade is immediately abandoned at your teasing intonation, and just like that, your cheery Hyuck is back. “Baby,” he whines, readjusting himself so he’s facing you head-on, “don’t tease me. I couldn’t help but be jealous, you know?”

“And why is that?”

Donghyuck purses his lips. “Why? What do you mean why?” He gestures up and down, eyes sweeping over you. “Look how pretty you are! What am I supposed to do when you look this good all the time? It’s unfair, really, that you’re this pretty.”

A blistering heat, one that is much hotter than the Sun, gathers in your cheeks. “Oh really now, Hyuck?”

“Yes, really,” he says, genuity seeping into his every word. “Literally, everyday I’m surprised you’re even real.” You grin bashfully and Donghyuck pounds his fist to his chest dramatically like he’s been shot. “See! You’re only smiling and I’m already having heart palpitations at just twenty years old.”

“Okay, okay, Hyuck. You can stop hyping me up now,” you chuckle. You’re beyond glad that your boyfriend has returned to his spirited self, but you know you should address what just happened seriously, just in case. “But hey, I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. Looking back, it definitely could’ve been misinterpreted as flirting and I would never want you to have any reason to feel insecure about our relationship because you own my heart, Hyuck.”

“Aw, babe, you can be really cheesy when you want to be,” says Donghyuck, pinching your cheeks. He plays what you said off casually, but you know that deep down, it resonates with him, and he honestly appreciates your sincerity. “Come here, I need a hug.”

“Right now? There are people around, Hyuck.”

“But you look so good right now. I can’t resist.”

“I don’t know, Hyuck…” You smile demurely.

“Alright, then what about,” Donghyuck reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering, “we ditch the beach day and go cuddle in the car? My skin’s burning, anyway.”

You grin. “They’re gonna notice that we went missing, you know?”

“So?” Donghyuck challenges, leaning in to place a short but telling kiss on the juncture which connects your ear and your jaw. “Even better. I want them to know.”

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getcooler · 4 years

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about getcooler 🤘

What is getcooler? (and how did you come up with such a cool name omo?)

I think the get cool was vy’s fave mv and I was just looking for a name that wasn't weird :’)

alternatively

Just like how stray kids’ get cool emphasizes on enjoying the little things in life, we wanted to write little fics and drabbles that anyone can enjoy, regardless the time and day.

How often do you update/upload new fics?

Irregularly. Occasionally. Sometimes when we’re very motivated. (We strive to update once a week, but the reality is about once in two-three weeks :))

Do you take requests?

Give us like $2 and we’ll consider I’M KIDDING yes we do!

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prince-dongju · 6 years

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Radio Wave Love

A/N: This fic was requested two whole months ago. I’m so sorry it took me forever to write. I hope it makes up for it. @nakamoto-papoyaki maybe you could pass this on to Potato Anon?

Genre: An unhealthy amount of Fluff

Word Count: 4,162 (Sorry. I went off)

Winwin (NCT) X Reader

“Why does he have to look so good!”

“Stop staring at him, and go ask him out you ass!” Maybe that was the logical solution to your problem. But would you listen to Allison? Never.

“No! I’m not ready to be rejected!”

“Who says you’d be rejected?” She was really annoyed at this point. The boys you fell for never seemed too hot to her.

“For one, he’s a senior and I’m a sophomore. Second,” You must have looked insane, all wide eyed with two fingers splayed before you. “He’s amazing at everything. You know how uncoordinated I am! And third, all his friends would think I’m the ugliest scum on the earth, Have you seen how hot they all are!” Allison had scooted to the end of the bench to avoid how close you grew each sentence. “It’ll never work!” Punctuated by a dejected sigh, you drop your head to the table.

Dong Sicheng was only the man of your dreams. As an avid dancer, he won many competitions, resulting in his nickname: Winwin. (See what I did there?) Anyways, something about him was different. While others would say he’s just attractive, to you he was drop-dead gorgeous. Something about the clothes he wore, or the way he styled his hair. Even the drab school outfits looked like Gucci on him! His friends were all gorgeous as well, constantly surrounded by girls vying for their attention. All of which were gorgeous and popular as well. Looks aside, Winwin was a total sweetheart. His kind acts and sweet smiles lit up your days, fluttering your heart. It was pointless to even dream of him.

✨

“Winwin, didn’t you say you always wanted to join the school’s radio team?” Renjun held a flyer announcing application openings in his hand.

As Sicheng’s closest friend, Renjun knew how much Sicheng loved radio casting. Throughout their childhood Winwin tended to be more reserved and quiet compared to the sarcastic younger. His love for radio started at a young age, a love for radio shows being his main obsession. Since he was shy, it was a win-win. (lol) He could interact with others without the pressures of a camera trained on him. Lucky for him, the school opened up a radio station when he was a sophomore, making his dream more obtainable. The only problem: the aforementioned shyness. This year was the first year he had been willing to apply, feeling more relaxed as Renjun had broken him out of his shell. Keeping him around was definitely Sicheng’s best idea, although he did tend to get choked quite frequently...

“They have openings!” Renjun didn’t know what hit him. One minute He held a paper in his hand, the next minute he held nothing but air, and his friend was gone.

Sprinting to the office as fast as he could, he paid no attention to his surroundings. In hindsight, he really should have, seeing how he smacked into someone in his haste. WHAM! Next thing Sicheng knew, he was on the ground.

On impact, an array of brightly colored paper exploded from your hands. A teacher had asked you to transport a stack of paper from the copy center to her room, now you were regretting choosing the route you did. As far as you knew, permanent back damage, or a concussion may have ensued. Your body felt as if it had been hit by a train with how fast the collision was. A groan escaped your lips as you twisted your body to catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. You’re gonna give that dweeb a piece of your mind! After twenty seconds, your swollen body had tilted all the way and - NO! No freaking way! Of course it's him. Just another sick and twisted trick the world played on you. Nothing like your longtime crush watching as you lay crippled on the filthy tile. There’s no way on God’s green earth you’d let him see you so rumpled and awkward as this!

Maybe I should run away. Yeah. I’ll pick up what’s left of my dignity and limp as fast as I can.

Twisting as best as you could, you stood up. What you didn’t anticipate, however, was how painful the pressure on your ankle would be. The pain was far too great to bear, and you felt yourself go down, arms flailing to stop gravity's harsh pull. Although a valiant effort was made on your part, it was two strong arms around your waist that finally righted you. In one swift movement, Winwin pulled you against his chest, effectively stopping your motion. Once your feet were firmly planted on the floor, he removed his arms, keeping you steady with a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” The worry in his voice warmed your heart. Never had you pictured him noticing you, let alone touching you. A tingling sensation filled your whole being the moment his arms met your waist, and it wasn’t going away any time soon.

Cautiously, you turned to him. It took a hot minute, having to maneuver on a swollen ankle. “Y-yeah. I’m okay.” Your reply did little to soothe his worry. Winwin could tell you were in pain, and he felt awful. He felt awful for putting you in pain.

“Can you walk?” Why did he have to look so cute? His brow furled slightly, and his luscious lips protrude slightly. It was nice to know he felt bad, but did he have to look so irresistible?

“I’m totally fine.” When you decided to take a step to prove it, he once again reached to save you from the harsh tile. “I guess I can’t.”

With that, he moved closer, taking your arm in his hand. His grip was perfectly gentle as he placed the arm over his shoulder. His other hand moved around your waist, holding you as tight as possible to his side. By the time you two had limped to the office, lunch period was nearly over. Of course Winwin had to make matters- and your butterflies- worse as he stayed, attentively watching over you and even assisting you to your next class. Sicheng firmly brushed off your protests, assuring you it didn’t matter if he was late. Everything would be okay as long as you were. None of this helped the growing warmth on your face, and pounding in your chest.

✨

A week later, the pain had barely ceased, though you could barely feel from the state of euphoria you were in. After nearly a year of dreaming and hoping, you had nagged yourself a place on the radio team. Every year, a new radio crew was picked. One boy and one girl from each grade were selected each year to explore talents in broadcasting, and news casting for three months. A former graduate, Johnny Seo, had begun the program two years earlier, his senior year. It was no secret Johnny had a knack for radio. Ratings had instantly skyrocketed when his voice was heard over the radio waves. A recent graduate (and heartthrob) Jung Jaehyun snagged a permanent spot on the show, making the entire female population swoon with his sweet voice and dimples.

Although you had pined over the spot for nearly a year, no luck had come. Until today.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!” A shrill shriek echoed the hallways, indicating your elation. “FINALLY! FINALLY FINALLY! AHHHHH!” After a good half hour, and several breathing exercises, Allison finally got you calmed down.

“When do you start?” Although Allison acted as if she couldn’t be bothered with your drama at times, a smile could be detected in her voice.

“Monday! I can’t believe it! I’ve only wanted this for forever! You know how hard I’ve tried, and finally- eech!”

“I know. I know how much you deserve this. I’m so ready for you to show the world your talent!” Allison finished by pulling you into an abrupt hug. This rare act of kindness melted your heart for the bristly young lady. Wasting no time, you reciprocated the action, wrapping your arms around her.

She pulled away hastily, a blush on her face. “Don’t get used to that.” There she was.

Monday came, (although it felt like 800 years passed) and you found yourself before the broadcasting room doors. Allison had walked you there, hoping to help soothe the nerves jumping wild though your body.

“You got this Y/N. You must be good if you were picked for this. Don’t let them down.” Surely you appeared insane, mumbling to yourself in a nearly vacant hall.

“Girl. Look at me,” Grabbing your face, she forced you to make eye contact. “Don’t underestimate yourself. You got this. Now go make me proud.” With an unceremonious shove, you felt yourself flailing towards the door, barely keeping your footing. You’d get her for that later.

As the door swung open, your mouth fell agape at the wonder of the room. A booth for sound and lighting lied to the right, complete with state of the art equipment. To the left lay a white board, marked with obscure words and phrases, a brainstorming area. Directly center was the main event. A table containing monitors, headsets, and microphones. Many new faces, and some familiar ones circulated the room, antiquating themselves with the surroundings.

Your whole body crackled with excitement. Everything felt perfect. The chance to prove yourself had come, and all you could do was pray this went smoothly.

The first order of business was to introduce yourself to the man in charge. Gaining a good relationship with Johnny would drastically improve the chances of obtaining a recommendation for future work. Standing on the tips of your toes to see above the hubbub, you recognized him by, first, how tall he was, and second, the carefree smile that seemed to constantly paint his features. The only problem- his attention had already been claimed by a young man speaking animatedly, hands flying everywhere. Deciding to avoid any lines that could possibly form, you moved closer, hoping to snag him as he finished.

Moving felt excruciating. The short walk felt like ages due to your bad ankle dragging you down. As you settled yourself in a chair near Johnny, you got a proper look at the man he was conversing with. You almost with you hadn't, for the realization almost sent you tumbling to the floor. The boy in question was none other than, (you guessed it) Sicheng himself.

This must be some cruel joke brought upon you by whoever was manipulating your life. It only got worse when he recognized you despite the attempts to duck your reddened face.

"Y/n! I didn't think I'd see you here. How's your ankle?"

“Um... It’s getting better, but it’s still pretty painful.”

You hadn’t meant to make him feel guilty, but his sorrowful expression revealed how bad he still felt. “I’m so sorry I caused all this mess, and if there’s any way I can make it better, I’ll do it.”

“There’s no need. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Honestly, it’s not your fault.”

“But. But I feel so bad. You’re the innocent one in this situation, I want to show how sorry I am.”

“It seems like you two know each other. You must be good friends. I can almost feel the energy you two share. This makes my job a lot easier. We’ll adjust the schedule to broadcast you two together.” Johnny was smiling as if a load had been lifted from his shoulders.

While this was a great deal for Johnny, it couldn't have been or any worse for you. Being with your High School crush for a 60 Minute period everyday almost sounded too good to be true. But at the same time, there's no way you could hold the conversation with him without blushing like crazy and giving yourself away. Winwin on the other hand, thought it was an okay deal. He felt bad for injuring you, and you’re pretty cute, and you’re also the only girl he’d been able to hold a conversation with so he thought “Why not?”

As the class was seated, you got your first good look at Jaehyun. You could see why all the girls love him. His dimples were definitely noteworthy, and something about him made you feel at ease. You surely needed it with how close Winwin was sitting by you, his knee brushing yours occasionally. Looking around, you noticed the effect Jaehyun was having on everyone. Not only the girls, but some guys were also captured in his comforting aura, subconsciously leaning into his words. No wonder they hired the guy.

Once the introductions had finished, it was homework time. Groans and whispers of disgust entered the room, homework on the first day of the trimester? Johnny instructed everyone to split into partners, and assigned the task: a chemistry test. “It’s important to have a good vibe when on air. No one wants to listen to a show with junky chemistry. You need to feel each other, you get me?” Johnny sounded more like a California surf boy the more you listened to him. It didn’t take long for you and Sicheng to turn to each other, a mutual question in your eyes.

“Do you wanna....?” He was getting all shy again, blushing slightly and avoiding eye contact. If you weren’t feeling the same way, you’d probably think it was cute.

“Y-yeah. That would be nice. Very nice.” Wow. Who knew he wore such nice shoes? Anything to avoid eye contact. Too bad you missed the small smile gracing his eager features.

✨

Johnny’s “chemistry test” proved to be the wackiest assignment you’ve ever completed. Questions about zodiac sign matches, and deep questions about auras. Honestly 90% of your answers were BS’d. Although some questions kinda made sense, future plans and qualities in friends. Luckily for you two, the answers matched up for the most part. Although you felt this assignment was total crap, you were able to learn more about each other. Through the process, Winwin came to know you as more than the quiet underclassman he occasionally saw in the halls. His eyes were opened to your world, pulled in as you spoke of your passion for journalism. Your voice took him on a journey, filled with such passion it almost scared him. Why hadn’t he met you earlier? Everything seemed to click into place, making Sicheng wish he had conversed with you earlier, thinking about the friendship you could have formed.

Amidst the rant, you completely missed the change in his expression. Casual interest morphing to adoration, eyes never leaving your face, scared to miss every detail. Why hadn’t he noticed how beautiful you were? Something inside urged him to make a move, to ask you out. The thought caused him to blink out of his stupor, catching him off guard. There’s no way he could make such a proposition, he’d never get the words out. Besides, who would want to date such an awkward dork?

✨

Luckily your partnership passed the test with flying colors, and you two were assigned as a permanent pair. As the week passed, Sicheng’s feelings only grew deeper for you, as a result of the time spent together every day. He began to notice little things he never knew about you. Like how your eyes lit up when you talked about your cat, or something you were passionate about. Or how cutely you yawned when you were tired. He was so grateful to the class for bringing you together, for giving him an amazing new friendship. Or maybe something more.

The time for Prom was fast approaching, and the scramble to find a date had begun. Deep down, you knew the outcome would be the same as last year, watching movies on your couch while eating who knows how many calories. But deep down you couldn’t help but hope you’d be asked. By a certain someone as well.

A month before the big day you found yourself in broadcasting class, trudging through the morning’s session. The subject: The perfect prom day date. While the others gave quite helpful input, you stayed silent, having never been to a dance before. Somewhere among the talk of desert ideas, Jaehyun noticed the lack of your voice. “y/n, How about you? What activities would you recommend?” At least this wasn’t a televised program, or else the whole school would have seen your flushed cheeks.

“Urm. I’ve never actually, um, been to a dance.” The room turned dead silent, making the situation even worse.

“Well… you’re missing out.” Replied none other than Winwin.

“Just wait, y/n. The boys will be crawling over each other to ask now they know you're free. Why don't you say a little something, something to get them interested.” You'd be grateful for Johnny’s help if you didn't feel so pitiful. How sad was this? It almost felt like an advertisement: Date Me, I’m desperate!

“Urm, I may be quiet, but once you get to know me you'll be pleasantly surprised. I'm like a fungus -I grow on people.” Oh no. Maybe this radio thing wasn't such a good idea. Jaehyun and Johnny seemed to understand why you'd never dated and shared a look of embarrassment. At least one person found you funny. Sicheng let out a string of giggles, running his fingers through his hair and smiling to himself. How could someone be this cute?

✨

Of course it was raining. You’d only spent an hour on your hair, might as well ruin it. Today was one of those days. One of those days where nothing goes well. An unexpected power outage gave you an experience you’d never wanted - the opportunity to shower in water the temperature of the Arctic Ocean. Allison was out with the flu, and you were forced to fend for yourself. To top it all off you’d received a horrible grade on your history essay and a severe scolding from your instructor. The rain was only a minor inconvenience.

As you sat upon the curb after your valiant effort to stop a departing bus had failed, the tears came. Salty wetness plummeted from your nose as strangled sobs escaped your throat. The dreary rain made everything feel impossible. Constant failure and loneliness only fed the soggy beast.

“y/n.”

Sicheng. Not now. He'd never find you attractive again once he's seen the blotchy, runny mess called your face. You weren't turning for anything.

“Are you ok?” Can't he take a hint!

“Ye-yes.” Nobody in their right mind would believe the lie. Certainly not Winwin.

The dreary skies darkened further as he surged forward and gently grasped your shoulder. A symphony of thunder swelled as you were encircled in his arms and a sense of security. He understood your reluctance to reveal your face. He also understood the embarrassment over the running makeup staining your cheeks. But to him, you were beautiful. “You don't need it” he whispered, deftly wiping away the remnants of makeup. Once the substance had been removed, his lips descended upon your forehead, leaving a whisper of a kiss. Warmth shot from your head to your toes. It was better than any drug or medicine, healing instantly. “Come with me. Let's make you smile again.” You offered no resistance, allowing yourself to be led to his car.

The night turned out to be one of the best memories you ever kept. Winwin treated you to dinner and a movie, never releasing your hand from his firm grasp. Tracing comforting circles upon your skin, he let you vent and empathised (lol. Empathy) with your emotions. After you extricated yourself from a final hug and had bid him farewell, you confronted the situation. Did he see you as something more or just a friend. Friends hold hands, right?

✨

The Monday after your soggy encounter, Sicheng cornered you in the cafeteria. “Um. So I’m having a party… at seven tonight. I was wondering if you would come.” His endearing shyness made the offer hard to refuse (like you even wanted to.) “It’s at my place. Just a small party. My closest friends. You could even invite some friends too. I mean, that’s if you want to come.” He was doing the thing again, his words coming out all choppy- a telltale sign he was nervous.

“I’d love to. I know just the person to invite.” When you smiled, Winwin swore his heart burst.

✨

“YOU’RE INVITED TO HIS PARTY!!” You should have broke this to Allison gently, but excitement overcame you.

“Yeah. And he told me to bring someone too. I hope you’re free tonight.”

“For reals!? Are we talking about the same Sicheng here? The one with the legendary parties? Because if you are… girl don’t waste this opportunity.”

“What do you mean?” What opportunity could she be talking about?

“He’s totally got a thing for you. He only invites his closest friends to his parties. No one he doesn’t like gets in.”

Oh goodness. Your encounters were becoming heavier, a tension falling between you. His actions had become harder to decipher, resulting in an endless headache. Maybe he felt the same? There's only one way to know.

The party was starting in less than an hour and you’d decided to do it. You’d decided to woman up and tell him how you feel. The worst he could do was say he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, Sicheng would never ridicule you. The cutest clothes were taken out of your closet, and the best makeup was applied. Only the best for the night you’d finally bare your soul.

Between the bumping music and the darkened rooms, it was a miracle you found Sicheng. A few close friends? How many people does he know? Once you finally found him you had to physically force yourself to keep moving, nerves anchoring you in place. He looked hot. And that didn’t help either. Dressed in a casual button down shirt with simple skinny jeans, he was effortlessly handsome. When he saw you his face lit up. Little did you know, he’d been anxious to see you as well. Grateful he was in a secluded area, you pressed forward.

“You look really good y/n.” Oh no. The blush was back. Would your cheeks ever be safe from his constant bombardment?

“Hi Sicheng. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.” It’s now or never girl. Pull yourself together.

“O-okay. I actually have something to tell you too.”

Crap

“You go first.” Maybe he didn’t like you. What if he was disgusted by you and wanted you gone? If you let him go first maybe it would eliminate the awkwardness of a rejected confession.

“N-no. You go first. You initiated the conversation. It’s only fair.” Was he really gonna be like this?

“Fine. Let’s do it at the same time. On the count of three. One, Two, Three.”

“I like you.”

The pair of you shared the same facial expression, shock. Do you really feel the same? Does he really feel the same? All caution was thrown to the wind, and you reached up to peck his cheek. For weeks you’d wondered what it would feel like. To finally know how it felt to kiss him.

It seemed as if that wasn’t enough for Sicheng, as he pressed closer to you and connected your lips. The party faded, and reality blurred. The only thing that mattered was the way his lips felt on yours, how silky soft they were and how they moved almost hungrily against yours. The moment was so perfect. As if his lips were made for you, and you alone. His hands moved to cup your face, deepening the kiss while slowly tracing your skin with his fingers. Yours wound around his neck, never wanting to let go.

Eventually the kiss had to be broken and reality returned to, but not before he left one last kiss upon your lips. Neither of you had been one for words. But you understood exactly how the other felt. The kiss conveyed all you needed to know. As he held you so delicately in his arms while slow dancing to an Ed Sheeran song, you knew you loved him.

Scanning the room, you could barely make out where Allison had wound up. She was flirting with some boy named Yuta. From what you had gathered, he was a jock and a partier, but he seemed to be smitten with her. His arm slowly wound around her waist as they talked. One thing was for certain, she wouldn’t be going home without his number.

All was right in the world. You were suddenly grateful for the radio show. Awkward moments could have been avoided without it. But one thing’s for sure. Without it, you’d never be where you were now- in the arms of the man you love.

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