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part of “the legends and myths of neo-city university” collaboration

warnings: angst

word count: approx. 3700 words

synopsis: mark lee grew up with strong ambition. He had his whole life planned out at age 10. However, his cookie-cutter of a plan cut out more than he expected.

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When Mark Lee was young, he’d kneel at the church and pray. At first, he prayed to be a knight, before praying to be a magician. When Harry Potter came out, he prayed to become a wizard. But when he learnt the brutal truth of reality, he prayed for the same thing he now prays for every day; he wants to be successful. He wants to achieve every possible life goal he can have; and first, that means acquiring opportunities.

His whole life was planned out at age ten. From going to Neo-City University (aka the school that is notorious for producing some of the most successful businessmen of today) to getting married by 30 years old to becoming a CEO by 35, he determined from a young age that his success would be measured by milestones. He desired to be the golden boy in everyone’s minds; always remembered for his skill and his success. Unfortunately, that means his life has been filled of casualties; friends forgotten by his busy schedule, social life ignored for that extra hour of work to achieve perfection, family neglected by his endless projects, and his own health being put second to success. And with his milestone of marriage, you were next.

It was study break. Exams were in a month and all you wanted to do in the library was build an impenetrable fortress out of books, set up Netflix, and never leave your little cocoon. Sadly, life must go on and the world keeps turning so you can’t press a pause on time – especially when mid-term exams are around the corner.

But you can’t be lying about the ulterior motive for staying in this particular spot in the library for the last week. There so happens to be a cute boy sitting across from this very seat, planted at the window, for the last month or so. In fact, you swear you’ve seen him every time you’ve been in the library; the same boy surrounded by skyscrapers of books.

“You should just ask him out,” Your best friend Nayeon said. “Next time you go, I’ll give you a coffee - on the house. Offer it to him next time. You can’t talk to him if all you do is stare.”

The cardboard cup holder was the only thing protecting you from burning your hand, especially as you struggled to stand. You praise Nayeon’s guts; you could never actually do this without her support. As you approached, you felt your heart beating out of your chest. If one of your friends in the nursing department went to run tests on you, you’re certain that they will treat you for cardiac arrest on the spot.

Your beating heart seems to echo throughout the library. He must’ve heard you approach as his head shot up to look at you even before you stood in front of him. “Um, hi…” You croaked out, now quickly scurrying to be at a non-awkward distance. You’ve had anxiety prior to school presentations before, but you’ve never been more uncertain of your own voice as you are now. “Um, my friend works in the café and gave me an extra coffee.” You awkwardly and robotically stuck your arm out, reaching forward. For him, all he saw was the cup right in front of his face; with the scent of the beverage filling his senses and waking him up some more; the rest of the world blurred behind it. “Do you want it?”

He chuckled. “Uh, sure. Thanks.” He put it down on the table, not taking a sip quite yet. Instead, he immediately went back to the words on his page. The following silence flipped a switch in you; you hoped you’d at least get his name.

“I think it’s an espresso or something. She didn’t really clarify. I promise it’s not poisoned, and I’m not sure of your name so it’s my name on the cup so its definitely not poisoned,” You couldn’t stop the words exiting your mouth – it all felt stumbled out of you, as if it’s been trapped for ages and it finally has the chance to be free. His presence seemed to remove any filter you may have had. It felt like an hour before he finally stopped you, but in reality it was only a couple seconds.

When his voice finally interrupted your unfiltered train of thoughts, you caught him smiling; his eyes squinted, his teeth showing – and a gorgeous giggle leaving his lips. It was right then you realized something about this boy will change your life. “I’m Mark. And I swear its fine.” He even took a sip to prove it, “See?” But a momentary shock interrupted him. “Did you stalk me?”

You blabbered in protest, trying to explain how you in fact have only seen him in the library. Of course, you tried to hide the intrigue you had for him. “No, I’m kidding!” He started laughing at your defensiveness. “This is my exact order. Did you get it from…I forgot their name but the barista in the café…I think her name starts is like Jayeong? Jayeon? Mayeon?”

“Nayeon?” You asked.

He hummed in approval, letting you suspect your best friend planned for your awkwardness to go haywire. “Yeah, I kind of go to the café on routine at this point. She’s always the one who takes my order.” You sighed in relief, before stuffing your free hand in your pocket and basking in the silence. You wanted to talk more, but you just didn’t know how to nor if he wanted to. Rocking on your feet, you glanced around; trying to find another conversation point.

The time? No, too basic.

The librarian who seems to hear every whisper but not when people are obviously doing something gross in the back? No, too suggestive.

How nice his coat is? Hmm, that could wo-

“Would you like to sit down, …?” He trailed off, motioning for you to say your name. You felt your face go beet red; embarrassment flooding you as you realized he was talking to someone he didn’t know the name of.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Something about the way he said your name felt like a melody to your ears. “Would you like to sit with me? I…I can make some space.” He already shuffled – more like scrambled – to clear up the books around him. “

You smiled gratefully as you placed your bag next to the chair in front of him; the same chair he motioned to. “I’d love to, Mark.”

“How the fuck did you know his order?” You exclaimed, crashing into the café just before its opening after your all-night study session with Mark (this access to the cafe comes from the benefits of your best friend being assistant manager).

Nayeon smirked to herself, patting her hands on her apron. “He comes here every morning, nine in the morning and five in the afternoon.” She recited as if off memory. “When you explained to me where he sat, I knew it was him. I see him there all the time.” She turned around, following through with her routine of stocking up the café. “He’s kinda weird, you know? Like his whole routine is planned by the minute. I swear he’s never been late to pick up his coffee.” She seemed to rack her brain for more related memories. “Hell, one time he came early and he left at the exact same time he normally leaves – like he couldn’t even savor his meal, he just breathed it in.”

“I think it’s a bit sweet.” You smiled, remembering the boy’s soft smile and sparkling eyes that now have a strong hold on your heart. “Why didn’t you tell me his name?”

The matchmaker winked. “Wanted to make sure you liked him enough to start a conversation on your own.”

And boy, did you like him? You saw him through rose-colored glasses; romanticizing his every breath and even had a daydream where he just glanced in your direction. But these glasses made you oblivious.

From Mark Lee (library boi): Want to study again tonight?

Life seemed to feel like a cutesy montage that every romantic comedy fails to capture the beauty of a blooming romance. For one, the butterflies in your stomach becomes ever-present, finding a new home in your heart. It felt like a puzzle piece finally coming together.

And Mark was ambitious. The words he speaks remind you of all that you can do; reminds you of the greatness you can achieve. He reminds you of a golden boy; impossible to hate and so easy to love. He reminds you of the golden person on top of trophies, and how he achieves everything he sets his mind to. He reminds you that nothing is impossible. His dreams of graduating with top scores in one of the hardest degree paths in NCU inspired you to push further. Maybe that’s why all your dates require textbooks or a fueling caffeine, except for a select few at the cinema.

“When will we finally meet the boy that swept Y/N off their feet?” Tzuyu cooed at girls’ night at the local pub. “She hasn’t left the library in weeks. What happened to weekly girls’ night?”

Nayeon chuckled, knowing the boy in question. “It’s now monthly!” She added to the argument, wanting to add onto the exasperation of the missing presence of their friend.

“He was actually supposed to come tonight.” You stated, a smile ever-present on your face. Anyone could see your glowing reflection. “Tzuyu told me to invite him.” You explained to the rest of the girls who showed disappointment at the idea of a potential male presence during the first complete girls’ night in a month. “But he had an extra credit project due tomorrow, and then he also has an internship interview tomorrow afternoon, and yeah – a ton more. He’s just busy.”

The girls gave each other a look, which at the time, you thought was a look of appreciation. But now, you know better. Now, you knew it was a look of concern – especially after Nayeon told them of the routine life he lives that he never strays from. How could he add a girl into the mix?

Regardless of your friends’ concerns, Mark officially asked you to be his girlfriend five months after the first night in the library – he said it would’ve been earlier if it weren’t for his business pitch. Now, it’s your first anniversary.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He smiled, shuffling over in the twin mattress you two barely fit in. Mark wanted to live close to campus so the two of you applied to live in the same university housing. While this was great for the commute, it didn’t leave much space for when you wanted to do sleepovers. Nevertheless everything he touched felt golden to you, so this bed was one for kings and queens as long as he was by your side. “Happy anniversary.” He pressed a delicate kiss on your nose; a flutter of his chapped lips (lacking sleep and water) on the tip of your nose, before pressing another kiss to your lips.

You grinned; “Happy anniversary.” You pressed another chaste kiss to his lips. As he went over you, now planking as you wrapped your arms around his neck; he grins and bites his lips before leaning down. However, before his lips could even graze yours; his alarm went off.

“Fuck,” He groaned. “I have a meeting with my advisor in 30.”

Disappointment filled you. Your heart dropped heavy. “What time will you end?”

His eyes rolled upwards as if mentally checking the list in his mind. “I can be free for dinner?”. Within the year of dating, you were used to this. Mark was always busy. There were days last year where you may never see him; the only conversation between you two were nightly texts and bi-hourly check-ins. But it’s normal, right? He’s in a competitive degree, you tried to reason to your friends. Your friends didn’t understand, you’d say – reasoning that all your friends in relationships had partners in the same degree.

“We can still have our anniversary dinner?” You offered, the two of you having used Mark’s connections with a legacy student to get into a fancy dining area nearby the university. “Our reservation is at 9.”

“Aish,” He said to no one in particular. “I’m worried something might become delayed.”

You pouted, knowing that he has said that he can’t resist your pleading look. “Please. It’s our anniversary.” The two of you haven’t been on too many dates off the university campus or too far out; even as much as you wanted to take weekend trips to a nearby town called Exodus.

He let out a smile; one so charming that you felt your heart thrill at the sight. You bit your lip to try and compress your smile. “Only for you.” He sighed, before chuckling and pressing his lips against yours once more. “But I got to get going now or else that dinner won’t happen.”

For that brief second of his lips on yours, you felt golden once more. With that kiss that he ensured ended with a loud smack, he got up and threw on a set of sweatpants and a hoodie. You couldn’t help but stare; you were used to watching him leave, but you loved seeing his ambition as he talked about the day ahead of him. The sweatpants outfit on him when he’s in this state can vary; from feeling like a tux to full on lab gear. “I’m going to be meeting my advisor who’s going to be giving me feedback on my thesis, and then I’ll see a legacy family to try and get funding and then…” In all honesty, sometimes the words he speaks sound like complete gibberish to you or become so garbled together that you can’t even comprehend your plans. But you loved to see him happy, even if it meant never seeing him while the sun was up.

It was a date night. Mark promised you he had cleared his schedule, making time only for you and just you. His exact words were ‘screw them’ and ‘I just want to spend time with my baby’. In completely honesty, you haven’t seen him for the last month. You’d message him in the morning, asking him when he was free, and he promised he was. Well, he’d be. Until five minutes before you left wherever you were to meet him.

You only would see him walking past him in the halls, to which he hardly notices your presence.

How tragic it is that the person you swore you loved more than anything walks past you like another stranger.

The plan was to go for a dinner; somewhere not too fancy, but fancy enough to make you feel comfortable to get dressed up. But minutes before you grabbed your card to get on the bus back to the city (rather than the usual dining you’d eat in the college town), you heard the noise that used to bring you so much joy. Mark’s ringtone. It was a short tune of him singing; something you begged him to make once you found out he could sing.

Usually, your heart soars hearing the noise. But since your second anniversary, the notification made you feel anxiety for what you’re going to hear.

And unfortunately, your anxieties reigned true. Your plans were cancelled.

You couldn’t stop staring at your phone. The disappointment bubbled through your stomach as the printed words seemed to jump off the screen; screaming at you, taunting you, haunting you.

From loverboy: happy anniversary!!! x

From loverboy: oh shit, dude, my love – I’m so sorry I can’t come tonight

From loverboy: I think I got the funding, I just have to talk to the head of the club

From loverboy: I’m so sorry. Raincheck?

In all honesty, you were grateful that your boyfriend wasn’t in charge of the weather – or else there’d be storms every day. Especially for the last year. These same very words yelling at you through the screen have been repeating itself like Mark’s strict coffee routine every day for what felt like an eternity.

But you didn’t want to be alone tonight, nor did you have to. Luckily, the plans were to go to the club with you. So, you texted your friends.

To: Nayeon, Tzuyu, Jihyo, Momo, Mina, Jeongyeon, Dahyun, Chaeyong, Sana: ONCE club tonight?

Within minutes, they all responded.

From Jihyo: Pre-drinks at ours!

You were grateful that most of them graduated last year. Five of the nine of them live outside in their own place, close to the clubs rather than the college city you live in. You met them on your very first day at university; five of them being your tour guides and peer mentors while the four were your fellow tour visitors. You were blessed you all became closer; from Nayeon’s free coffee to Jihyo’s free advice.

But you didn’t expect that the minute you get to theirs that you’d be getting a lecture.

“If he loved you and really appreciated you, he’d prioritize you first.” Momo argued, upset at seeing one of her close friends constantly being ditched at last minute. “Has he ever put you above his work?”

You tried to defend him; you really did. But all you could think of was your second anniversary, but the most he did was leave earlier so he could come home earlier. “I don’t think he loves you as much as you love him.” Jeongyeon sighed sadly.

“I did warn you he was stuck on routines.” Nayeon whispered under her breath, earning a strong slap from Jihyo.

Mina approached you, placing her hand against your back; soothing her gently. “He might love you as much as you love him, but you deserve the love you give. And you give so much.” She started braiding your hair. “And love is free. You don’t expect anything from love except mutual love and respect. You shouldn’t feel worried he’d cancel, or leave you, or that you’ll go days without talking. You shouldn’t be giving more than you deserve.”

Chaeyoung spoke up, “And the moment you accept receiving less is the moment you start seeing yourself as less.”

“Do an experiment.” Nayeon followed, before devising her plan. You promised her you’ll do it later, but tonight – you’ll go out and have drinks and have fun. And little did you know, Mark didn’t text you once; not to check if you got home safe (like you do even when he comes home from the library). The only text you got in the morning was a message from your friends, reminding you to take an advil to cure your hangover.

Summer is just around the corner. You cannot lie behind fake smiles and short texts anymore. This summer, you wanted to spend time with people you love; before the shittiness of final year hits you. And when you even think of Mark, you now think of all the times he didn’t show and all the love you truly deserved.

You were always there for him. The moment he called, you came running; even if he just needed you to pick up a cup of coffee after time slipped through his fingers for the millionth time. You ran an experiment the last week in which you found that you were always the one to sent the sweet texts, to start the fluffy exchanges while he only sent messages to express his busy schedule and if he needed anything.

So, the other day, you asked if you could come by to his dorm. He spent the last month enthusing about how his course mates asked him to live with them. You knew his life was currently in boxes; the thousands of files he had built up over the year in an orderly file while his photos and personal objects were thrown in randomly. In fact, you even brought your extra packing tape; the remnants of your packing supplies to move in with Tzuyu off campus.

After maybe twenty messages to him – begging to come over, he finally made time for you. Your final walk to his room broke your heart with every step; the sound of your sneakers echoing off the walls. Part of you will miss the study dates, waking up together, and honestly – how on time you were while dating him. You would miss his charm and his laugh, the way he smiled when he got the answer right, and his eyes lighting up as he spoke about his passions. You didn’t want to lose the butterflies you felt when you fell even more in love with Mark as his voice picked up a pitch and he basically rapped out his passions.

But as you fell more in love, Mark fell more distant. Because he thought he had you forever. He thought you were his stepping stone to marriage, to achieving the perfect line he dreamed of, to obtaining that marker of success.

You knocked the special knock; a knock you don’t think you’d ever want to remember again. Mark immediately opened the door, and as soon as he saw your face; he started enthusing over his summer internship. It was with a heavy heart you stopped him.

“Mark,” You almost croaked out. You were even more unsure of your voice than the day you first met him. “You know I love you.”

His jaw dropped. He knew what was going to happen. But he didn’t cry.

While you were almost in tears, “But we can’t work.”

Mark felt his heart break. Instead of planning for another future where he’d be married with someone else, he only thought of you. He didn’t get many rejections throughout life but whenever he did, he thought of what step he could take to meet his end goal. But when he met you, he swore you were the one - but you did not want to be a piece of his plan that was riddled with the fine print of being put second to everything else. You didn’t want a relationship with terms and conditions.

He fell in love with you. More than he could admit. And he took you granted.

So you left. With all your stuff packed into suitcases and tears staining your cheeks, Mark stood alone. And he’s standing in the room; feeling emptier and more lost than he ever had, even with the funding he hoped for and the internship he dreamed of. And needless to say, the golden boy was golden no more.

Ambition is always praised; it’s what keeps people going when they have a hard time standing, it’s what makes the world a better place. In fact, ambition was even considered a characteristic ideal for a partner. Hell, it’s one of the things you loved the most about him. Simultaneously, those blinded by ambition will only see the path they laid out for them – refusing to take side roads or even slow down to discover hidden gems on their way.

And Mark Lee – he knew he wanted success and opportunities, and he was so blinded by the destination he planned. Nothing in his life had changed that perspective, nothing in his life had made his stray from his planned path.

Seeing you walk out that door - crying tears of anguish with a suitcase of all the things you have left behind at his dorm (now bare of his stuff and yours) - only showed him that he lost the hidden gem he’s been taking granted for all this time. It told him that his prayers are things he thought he needed, when in reality – all he wanted – no, needed - has been right in front of him all this time.

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the myths & legends of neo-city university (masterlist)

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the walls of neo-city university echo stories of tragedy, adoration, heartbreak, and sacrifice - ones that escape the condemning grasp of time. these same stories exist in our nature; inherited by generations, flowing through our veins, pumping our hearts, and motivating us to live. it’s no doubt that these stories identify closely to the myths and legends from the beginning of time. within ncu’s halls, these timeless tales of the chaos of love, the pains of growing, and the uncertainty of life continue to be told.

(note: there is currently no jisung)

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synopsis: Because of the rivalry between yours and Taeil’s family, you are forbidden from seeing him. But don’t they say that love is sweeter when it is forbidden?

author @127-mile

genre(s): angst, fluff, forbidden love

warnings: strong language, more to come

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original myth: pyramus & thisbe

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enroll in “lost in you” here

synopsis: It was all you've ever known; his hand in yours, your hearts in sync, and love overflowing. Unfortunately, high school has come to an end and with long distance, the forever you promised may be cut short.

author @mxrcayong

genre(s): angst, fluff

warnings: strong language, mentions of cheating

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original myth: orpheus and eurydice

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synopsis: His love was spring, but your world - full of legacies to fulfill and obligations to follow - was an eternal winter.

author @mxrcayong

genre(s): angst, fluff, forbidden love

warnings: strong language, mentions of toxic families

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original myth: hades & persephone

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original myth: apollo & daphne

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author @itsapapisongo

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original myth: the twelve labours of heracles / the twelve labours of hercules

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original myth: andromeda & perseus

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synopsis: Ten pricks himself with his own arrow trying to find you a boyfriend to calm his girlfriend.

author @127-mile

genre(s): angst, fluff

warnings: cheating, strong language, more to come

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original myth: eros & psyche

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original myth: narcissus & echo

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original myth: medusa & perseus

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original myth: theseus & the minotaur

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synopsis: Dorian Gray. Jane Eyre. Juliet Capulet. Anna Karenina. Thousands of characters permanently imprinted in history through stories. He lost you, but he'll have you forever in these pages.

author @mxrcayong

genre(s): angst, fluff

warnings: strong language, character death, mentions of cheating

word count: TBA

original myth: apollo & hyacinthus

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enroll in "golden” here.

synopsis: Mark Lee grew up with strong ambition. He had his whole life planned out at age 10. However, his cookie-cutter of a plan cut out more than he expected.

author @mxrcayong

genre(s): angst

warnings: strong language, toxic relationships

word count: approx 3700

original myth: king midas’ golden touch

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author @urlocalnctstan

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original myth: pan & syrinx

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author @heejinnien

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original myth: pandora’s box

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original myth: sysphus

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original myth: hero & leander

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original myth: ariadne

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original myth: galatea & pygmalion

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author: @stayinzencity

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original myth: antigone

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original myth: atalanta and hippomenes

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original myth: icarus

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author @pastelsicheng

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original myth: prometheus and the gift of fire

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mxrcayong · 3 years

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writing updates:

“lost in you” (s. jh) - 706 (lol if anyone has tips for hooks, i’m really struggling to write the beginning of this)

“you bring my spring” (yt) - beginning completed, 1879 words

“i have written you down (so you will live forever)” (lc) - 649 words with a fully fleshed out plan

“to love and to be loved” (n. jm) - 7030 words

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mxrcayong · 3 years

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ask game! your moots as nct?

i'm only super close with about 2 of my mutuals so i apologise to my other moots who i may not have put accurately haha but i'll just put my moots that I have been interacting with for collabs and have some sort of vibe feeling from them (if that makes sense, so not all of my mutuals are here) as a combo of them hehe (so i get less wrong and to represent all 23 haha) but i added a description to explain my perspective haha

@pastelsicheng i say emmy is definitely a mix of winwin, taeil, kun, and mark. she's effortlessly funny and she's soooo loved and so lovable. she's also so hardworking and understanding and caring, and yeah, i can def imagine everyone fawning over her (low key I do) like taeil and winwin haha. also i may be wrong, but i definitely think she was a leader with a trend through her murder replay story. I was tempted to say taeyong over kun, but then I remembered all our talks about studying and exams and went taeyong would never speak like we do about exams but kun would be more supportive of its chaos. also, she’s more chaotic than she seems (in the best way tho my love haha)

@kopikokun honestly with arin, i'd say she's a mix of jaemin, jisung, and shotaro! she's a sweetie in all senses of the word and she's so affectionate with her words and she's so funny hehe love you <3 i might be a bit biased since we spoke about school and just feel the sense to protect her as well so I just see her as part of the larger maknae line. but no yeah, she’s so talented like all of them - but I immediately thought of shotaro and his cutie-pieness but I also saw jaemin’s affection and loopholes and creativity, but also jisung’s prodigal skill and more…witty?? sarcastic?? Idk what to call it when he does scissors during high fives.

@lucas-wongs i'd say she's a mix of yuta and lucas and ten. this is partly because i find her initially intimidating but she's really lovely and funny and sweet. she's also gives me hella artsy and baddie vibes like ten does. the intimidation, low key, might be bc i was a fan of her before we started being moots haha. But yeah, no I immediately thought of this artsy-baddie-sociable vibes that I think those three perfectly radiate in how they post and act in vlogs and yeah. I would like to talk to her more though!! this is based off limited interaction and from being a huge fan who likes to read her posts hehe

@itsapapisongo i’d say javi - through our limited interaction - gives Doyoung and/or Jaehyun vibes?? I am also tempted to add Ten but I think he radiates this initial huge calmness and warmth that i'd say Jaehyun and Doyoung have in interviews - but when you see vlogs and stuff, they’re so funny and I see that in javi's reblogs / comments / posts. javi is just instantly welcoming and supportive which made me think of jaehyun cheering at the kids recital thing?? Idk where the video was but he was cheering like the biggest fan. its really calming to talk to him haha

@stayinzencity, i’d say she’s like sungchan or hendery as everytime we talk - she just seems so charming and soft and yeah! she’s also super welcoming and approachable, and always make an effort to be super friendly. i also have to say that while sungchan isn’t in a specific subunit quite yet, he feels like he is in one because he’s getting so many opportunities - like he feels like he’s been in NCT for ages. in this, she really makes me feel a sense of belonging on tumblr as she always checks in or tags me in things, which does make me feel more welcomed.

@urlocalnctstan i get chenle or xiaojun vibes. one element of this is bc i just see chenle and xiaojun as low key extra and i see hana as someone whose a bit extra in such a creative way. when joining her collab, she started making trailer videos for everyone and i just thought it was so genius and creative. it also makes me think of how chenle and xiaojun have been creative throughout their lives (ie; xiaojun’s high school? play and chenle performing at the theater as a child). so yeah, i definitely see hana - again through limited interaction.- as someone whose very extra in the best creative way and also very like... sassy like chenle and xiaojun haha. she’s lovely x

like i was for @lucas-wongs, I was a huge fan of @moondustaeil before we became mutuals. I have to say she gives me johnny vibes as well as renjun vibes but I also want to say she’s mark or haechan just so I can say @127-mile is the mark to her haechan or vice versa just bc im the biggest markhyuck fan. But overall, like I was a huge fan and I just think her blog is so pretty so it made me think of their absolute creativity. she’s also so friendly and sociable like johnny and also so witty and comeback-y which also reminds me of renjun - again, this is based off limited interaction haha

@127-mile I really see jeno and taeyong vibes. through our limited interaction, she reminds me of those duality vids where one second they’re laughing and then they’re so serious, which I think jeno and taeyong show really well. she was also supportive and reassuring , which gives me leader vibes. I also know taeyong has tattoos and jeno previously spoke abt getting a tattoo (idk if he has one now) so that too haha. but I also wanna say mark or hyuck just so I can say that moondustaeil is the mark to her haechan or vice versa haha.

@dreamyyang AGAIN from limited interaction (but I’d love to talk to them more), I just think their blog is so pretty and radiates the fun energy that yangyang and haechan and jungwoo give out. We only started speaking recently (when some one pulled out of the collab due to leaving Tumblr) so I can’t say too much about it in detail, like I tried with the other mutuals, but I can say she seems hella cool and hella aesthetic and I’d love to chat with her more <3

i hope i did everyone justice or accurate! i’d love to talk more to all my mutuals but i also have major social anxiety, especially with online friendships so... i’m so sorry haha

#watercooler #ask

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rules: share your lock screen, last song listened to, and last photo i took!

tagged by: @lucas-wongs love you <3

tagging: @pastelsicheng @kopikokun @stayinzencity @urlocalnctstan

essentially my lockscreen is some photography i took at the city my ex-step dad’s used to live near and then im a huge non-spotify user so here’s my itunes lol

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haechan x fem idol!reader (social media with some written parts)

summary: you’re both songwriters, so why do words fail you?

genre: fluff, angst, social media au! (my first attempt pls be kind haha)

warnings: profanity, maybe some dirty jokes, tba

masterlist:

nct star yearbook

intro 1 and 1.5 (kprofiles) ~ nct star

intro 2 (public profiles) and 2.5 (private profiles) ~ nct dream

one ~ :-) means :-(

two ~ always something rigged with the card game

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twenty ~

twentyone ~

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twenty three ~

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thirty ~

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thirty two ~

extras;

don’t wanna talk discography

taglist: @hseungace @jiye0n0 @caratzencteen @jung-breadshop @minavenue @naviercallisto @h0ney-el @naviercallisto

message to be apart of the tag list!

*pls note pictures may not be the most accurate timeline-wise when considering the real life context of these photos*

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I really liked lie with me!!! The idea was great and it was able to relay the angst well and portray what the relationship have become. I was wondering if you’ll write a sequel about it in the future, i’m very curious to see if they’ll be able to save the relationship or not >.<

i cant say thank you enough for this feedback 🥺 i was really unsure when posting it and was scared people wont like it / get it.

honestly; i didn't think about a sequel!! i'll think about it, but i initially liked it as a one shot to leave it up for interpretation if that makes sense!! like i wanted people to think if they wanted them to try and save it or if it'd seem better just to end it!! but i'll think about it ❤️

thank you so so so much again ❤️

#asks

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aesthetics (?) tag

tagged by @stayinzencity

tagging @pastelsicheng @kopikokun @lucas-wongs @itsapapisongo @dreamyyang

dark academia 6/10

reads fantasy // enjoys rainy days // homebody // introverted or ambivert // wardrobe is in dark neutral shades // quiet but witty // can actually get work done // can write amazingly // gives good hugs // quiet passionate

light academia 2/10

loves the aesthetic of old europe // scrolls pinterest a lot // wardrobe full of whites and beiges // reads the classics // can read relationships (platonic and romantic) really well // loves animals // always tidy and neat // loves spring // makes friends easy // daydreams

chaotic academia 9/10

messy room // stays up late // coffee and more coffee // oversized clothes // cries a lot // watches movies late at night on laptop // tragically sleep deprived // loves art // pines for someone // reads romance

romantic academia 5/10

soft sort of aesthetic // pink lipstick and rose perfume // can read poetry // hopeless romantic // wardrobe full of soft colours // loves the faerie side of fantasy // stop and smell the roses kind of person // struggles to focus in classes // loves nature // social butterfly

#watercooler

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tag game; the interview

Tagged by: @lucas-wongs

Tagging: @pastelsicheng @kopikokun @stayinzencity @urlocalnctstan @sunflowerhae

n. 1 | Why did you chose your URL?

I kind of combined all the NCT members who got me really involved with NCT in the first place. So namely, the person who peeked my interest in NCT was Taeyong after my friend showed me his solo stuff and black-on-black but my first ultimate bias was Mark and then my friend’s bias (who showed me Taeyong) was Lucas (and he later became one of my major biases) So it was mxr for Mark, ca for Lucas, and yong for Taeyong (so I pronounce it mark-ah-yong) And then I was debating changing it now that I’m basically biased for all 23 members (some to different extents to others but I’m always tied with like 7 people for ultimates) but then it just felt catchy and I didn’t think I could come up with a better name than that that isn’t taken already.

n. 2 | Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them?

Initially no. Technically this is my side blog. I had a private personal blog I used to treat as a journal but then after too long with my focus on NCT and way too many “I am following you, just in a personal blog”, I basically wiped it and turned it into a random blog where I repost content that excites me / stories I like to read / whatever I want thats less personal and depressing as it was before haha… It’s @mxrcayong-main. TBH the main reason was to build better relationships with my mutuals - like they never see if I read their posts or like their stuff because my personal blog was just strange and I didnt want people to really see it.

n. 3 | How long have you been on Tumblr?

Honestly…very long. This blog hasn’t been too long though. This started as an NCT blog March 2020, but my first ever post was about Sehun in February 2020 (which was supposed to be a one off post haha). I once had a 5SOS blog, and then a Tom Holland one, and then now this haha. I have deleted the 5SOS one, unable to delete the Tom Holland one bc I lost access to it, and now I am on this :) I low key wanted to regain access to my Tom Holland one because I’m simping again but I lost details to the email I signed it up to.

n. 4 | Do you have a queue tag?

I have a queue post? Does this count?

n. 5 | Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Honestly, it was the first lockdown and I was bored.

n. 6 | Why did you choose your icon / pfp?

For the Lucas one; I liked the aesthetic. My favorite kind of aesthetic is this vintage, faded, film kind of look. For me, I think one of the most profound and important things we have as humans are these vivid memories so any photo that kind of mimics this feel is super gorgeous to me. Also Lucas is stunning.

I used to have a Haechan matching aesthetic to the Lucas one, but I recently decided to turn it blue. I chose Mark because I’m the biggest simp for him (alongside with Jeno and Haechan mostly). This is purely because blue is one of my favorite colors; it always calms me down, and I just thought the aesthetic and composition of this photo really pleases me. Like, it also fits my vibe a bit more of the ‘softie’ and my friend even says I fit the ‘blue vibe’ more idk haha. I just come onto Tumblr for escapism and write for escapism, and blue helps calm me down so I wanted this escapism to be calming y’know haha

n. 7 | Why did you chose your header?

I don’t have one!

n. 8 | What’s your post with the most notes?

My post with the most notes….honestly isn’t one im the happiest with but someone requested it so I tried to do it justice but idk I dont like writing fics too far in the future yk?? but the one with the second most notes that I really love is called “Come Home To Me”

n. 9 | How many mutuals do you have?

I can probably count on one hand haha I want to get to know people, but I’m really scared to. I gotta say tho, I’m so grateful for all the mutuals I have - but especially @pastelsicheng and @kopikokun because they really stuck with me through some bad times I’ve had. also, tons of love for @sunflowersora for being my first supporter on this app and low key motivation to keep staying on the app <3

n. 10 | How many followers do you have?

Just around 200, so not too much compared to others, but I still can’t believe that there’s 200 people who like my stuff.

n. 11 | How many people do you follow?

A lot!

n. 12 | Have you ever made a shit post?

…probably?

n. 13 | How often do you use tumblr each day?

When I don’t have exams, I use it everyday. Just because I’m in a somewhat bad headspace right now, I check it maybe every second day or just have shorter use sessions. But when I have exams, maybe once a week or two weeks.

n. 14 | Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Not really?

n. 15 | How do you feel about “you need to compare this” posts?

I’ve never seen these posts but the title suggests that I’d dislike them. Especially with the words “you need to”. Like, let people live how they want to; don’t compare to others.

n. 16 | Do you like tag games?

I really do! Honestly, I have to say I still don’t feel like I belong on the Tumblr community? Like I feel like I’m a newbie still finding their place. Theres a lot of times where I question that if I just leave, no one would be excited to see my posts anyway / no one will notice. So having tag games just kind of reminds me of the moots I’ve made who are a big part in making me feel like I have a place here <3

n. 17 | Do you like ask games?

I haven’t done one yet!! I want to do it but I’m just nervous I won’t get any responses?

n. 18 | Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

…All of them lol. I think @pastelsicheng is hella known for the murder replay story she did and I was a huge fan of a lot of them before they followed me back

n. 19 | Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Not a crush-crush but a platonic crush? Idk if its a common idea but basically like “holy shit I wanna get to know them” but i have social anxiety lol

#watercooler

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i have decided to have short term memory loss whenever i hear abt “nct-hollywood”

essentially, i’ll still be online for writing despite my previous posts saying i’m not. however - i refuse to acknowledge the existence of nct-hollywood. i am powerless in any decision SM makes so i just am refusing the existence; i’m not clicking on anything to do with nct hollywood and i’ll dislike it if anything. low key, if anything - i hope the show is just nct hollywood and whatever is made is just another band bc its obvious they won’t just do sm hollywood bc i s2g. the minute nct-hollywood ‘music’ is unable to be distinguished from the nct i know and love, then i’ll probably stop posting but idk yet.

but i reiterate; nct hollywood is the dumbest move sm has made and they’ve done a lot of dumb shit.

#i'm not an imposter but let me vent #psa #nct hollywood #cancel nct hollywood

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mxrcayong · 3 years

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butterfly - drabble (ten)

(a/n: i wrote this to get out of a short writers block i was having...idk if it worked but i just wanted to post it haha)

The buzzing of thousands of needles puncturing your skin are drowned out by your headphones. Your initial fear was replaced by tolerance; the needles starting to feel like something that always was there, with the occasional extra pinch from an extra delicate spot. However, the pain wasn’t anything as the hand holding yours took the pain for you, like a sponge; tightly grasping on for life as if the occasional face-scrunch meant you being stabbed…which…in a way, it was; but at least not in a deadly way.

An hour later, you stood in front of the mirror; Ten and you having matching tattoos – a butterfly on your upper arm. He turned to look at you, and immediately pressed a kiss to your lips. It was no ring, but the tattoos signified a promise; together, forever, we’ll fly and that no matter what, you two will be fine. And this promise was etched forever into your skin.

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Don’t you dare hate shang-chi cuz it’s another Marvel superhero whatever

My Asian ass has been waiting for somebody with my skin color to be the LEADING SUPERHERO and NOT A SIDEKICK!!!! this is not an another whatsoever

I have been so sick of Asian actors being cast as sidelined characters & the studios being proud that they’re so thoughtful and diverse etc etc and finally I’m getting an Asian with his set of powers who gets to tell his story up front without a help from a white person and this means so much so don’t come at me and tell me this seems like a generic superhero film because it will never be generic to me

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part of @nct-writers’s cafe resonance collab!

genre: fluff, a more UK-based pov of university

summary: jisung, a college student now looking for a job, has decided to apply for a job at the local café. he thought being friends with the manager and its employees has it perks; from unlimited free coffee to whatever pastries haven’t been eaten by the end of the day. needless to say; the perks must end somewhere.

word count: 2317 words

note: i didn’t make the divider!!

College students practically live by coffee shops. If university was a religion, the on-campus coffee shop would be the bible. Daily, college students’ breath in the coffee beans like oxygen, feel the permanent imprint of coffee mug or a ‘to go’ cup on their lips. They’re surrounded by the smells of different fruity pastries and savory snacks, and the sounds of students either chatting or typing away on their computers.

It’s no wonder that the university coffee shop was practically a hub of activity. When you sit down to work at Café Resonance, it’s feels like you’re a part of a bigger and collective community, stressing for assessments or just taking a break from their hectic university schedules. It’s especially hectic when you’re a full-time student and work part time.

“Do I really need to get a job?” Jisung sighed, scratching his head as he leant against the barista’s counter. His six closest friends were working behind the counter: using the coffee machines and decorating the pastries. “Can’t I just use your employee discount on everything?”

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. “You know I want to, my little mouse.” He teased as he placed another order on his tray, “But I can only put the café employee discount on so many things.” He practically sung as he left, heading to a table to bring another set of students their own cups of their own ambrosia.

From the cash register, Haechan had just finished taking the orders of the last bunch of the line and immediately replaced Jaemin’s place next to Jisung. “You can always just become a sugar baby.” He suggested, coming over to the display case to grab one of the pastries to heat up per the customer’s order. “Or a pole dancer… aren’t you a good dancer?”

Jisung immediately protested. “Firstly, no. Secondly, is it even legal? I literally only became an adult this year.”

“Actually…” Haechan started to counter, only to be interrupted by Mark approaching with a raised hand and a dirty mop.

“Stop telling everyone to become a sugar baby.” Mark chided as he ducked to get back behind the counter, drudging the cleaning supplies with him. “You do realize that if someone does become a sugar baby, they aren’t entitled to paying for your shit either.” In response, Haechan grumbled under his breath as he gave the bewildered customer overhearing the odd conversation their fruity treat.

Jisung has visited his closest friends enough to know that working at the café is like a beautifully choreographed dance. It moves like clockwork; with the six doing their roles diligently and without question. So, it’s not unusual for his friends to come and go during the conversation – all taking part whilst separating themselves at the same time.

“Why don’t you just ask Chenle if you could work here?” Renjun suggested, coming out from the back room where he started baking some more pastries – obvious through his powdered apron. “We all work here already, and we can go through the ropes with you.”

Jeno immediately stepped in and basically rejected the offer. “Do you remember the last time we hosted an event and Jisung wanted to help?” He prompted, before chuckling. “He tried to wash the food with dish soap…and he broke the broom when cleaning!”

Almost as if the thought of teasing Jisung summons him, Chenle came out of seemingly nowhere. “Didn’t he leave the broken broom on the floor and just started playing video games?” Jeno, Haechan, and Renjun nodded – remembering the mess the 00-line apartment was that night.

“Not the best party we hosted.” Jaemin commented, going around the counter to make his own drink now that the list of waiting customers is gone. “But, still, Jisung learns fast. I think he could work here.”

Chenle let out an introspective hum, before leaning over to whisper to Haechan. With a questionable look on their faces, Chenle decided to call Jisung into the back room and in his makeshift ‘managers office’ (a perk of being family with the owner of the university café). “I’ll consider your application, but I can’t do any nepotism.” He started, “so, you must go through the whole application process.” He paused. “You must come up with your own recipe.”

With a rule to not discuss recipes with his ‘potential future co-workers’ – which Chenle weirdly specified as everyone but Haechan, Jisung had to get straight to work. In all honesty, he had no baking experience nor ever made a drink without a guiding recipe.

While his six closest friends were out of the equation, he had another friend he could reach out to; Y/N.

You were in his freshmen orientation group earlier this year. Not going to lie, you initially thought of each other as familiar faces who you’d occasionally wave at or nod in acknowledgement when you walk past each other. However, you later found yourself eating in the same hall cafeteria…and then the same hall pantry…and then, it clicked. You two lived only four doors away from each other in your university hall.

Needless to say, you two ran midnight McDonald trips basically on a weekly basis. You became integral to Jisung’s daily routine; from waking each other up for breakfast to storming into each other rooms, armed with complaints and rants about the shitty professor who made you read 300 pages for one night. Even on your busiest days, you two would always pick each other up for the hall provided breakfasts and dinners.

So here you were - Jisung was slouching down on your desk chair while you were resting on the bed, your back against the wall and a pillow in your lap as you tried to help Jisung solve his current problem. “Well…did Chenle give you a prompt or anything?”

Jisung shook his head, groaning back. “It’s not like we have a kitchen to try and bake either! We only have fridges and a microwave and a….” He tried to recall what was on the floor pantry.

“Just a fridge and a microwave.” You added. “That means pastries are off the table…how about a drink?”

Jisung groaned again. “I have a hard time making pre-made coffee!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle; you remembered that day. It was a scary time for you; your credit card company sent you a text about a fraudulent use of your student account. Not only did you end up stressing to the point of crying, but you also learned it was a false alarm. Luckily, while still reeling from the anxiety inducing news, you ran into Jisung as he was leaving his room. He then took you to the pantry to try and cheer you up with coffee…however, a fire alarm went off and practically deafened the whole university housing cohort for hours.

And poor Jisung…Jisung was just an awkward little mouse, trying to look innocent as he saw his exhausted neighbors clamber out into the park due to his attempt of making pre-made coffee.

“Well…you have me. This isn’t hopeless.” Climbing off the bed, you pretended to dust yourself off. “So, let’s go to the pantry? Another one of our…”

Jisung quickly furrowed his brows, interjecting while you still spoke “I don’t think this can be considered snacking…”

“Pantry-time dates.” You stuttered, obviously unsure of the title. Usually, you call them ‘cup noodle dates’ or ‘popcorn dates’; a joke that ran through your small group of friends as well as the resident advisors at the university hall.

No one likes being in the pantry. Especially the second floor. For one, things always get stolen; from cutlery to a six pack of coke. Secondly, the few times people use the microwave to heat up their meals, they tend to leave the leftovers to rot on the windowsill. But you and Jisung sit there together; maybe because something about it feels open and comfortable, despite the terrible smell. Plus…the two of you placed bets on who could be the thief when people awkwardly clamber on by, and if on one of these ‘dates’ you catch the thief obviously taking something that isn’t theirs? Even better.

But today… you two will have to be the forsaken thieves.

“So someone put chocolate powder in the fridge…” You commented incredulously, especially as this fridge is known for freezing things into ice in minutes. “There’s some…expired milk.” Jisung watched as you searched through the fridge for any hidden treasures; feeling more and more unsure of himself as you listed more and more ingredients. “Oh, okay, some non-expired milk. That will be useful.”

“We can make a latte?” Jisung offered, now on his phone searching up popular café drinks.

“Yes!” You enthused, finally feeling like this trip to the pantry isn’t useless after all. “But…we should probably write an apology note to the people we’re stealing from.”

It’s been almost five hours in the pantry. Countless of people came in (however, this time you tried not to place bets as you knew who the real thieves were tonight) and would just stare at the two of you, arguing over a kettle of milk. Even your neighbor Victor came in; having sat and watched you two for a good while (which made Jisung extra cautious; he’s had a theory about him being the forsaken pantry thief for a while). Victor, however, said you two should have a cooking show, to which you scoffed while Jisung basked in the compliment. This very same compliment crossed Victor off of Jisung’s “potential criminals” list.

Eventually, you had a drink in front of you. A chocolate latte that Jisung insisted on putting salt in, as “Modern Family said it was a good idea”. Admittedly, the first ten versions of this drink were absolute failures; making you go to the bathroom numerous times to vomit out the thick and almost flour-like texture.

So, for your final check, the two of you grabbed the non-eaten pastries Jisung brought home from the café. Hopefully, this will act as a palette cleanser; especially since tasting all of the failed drinks probably have messed with your taste buds and lowered all sorts of expectations.

After taking bites into the Suh-ndwitch and Henpretzel, you two finally took sips of the drink you attempted to make since 10pm – with Jisung making far too many references to the Powerpuff Girls opening theme.

Alas – the taste that flooded their senses wasn’t at all bad, no. Nor was it ‘a little bit of sugar and everything ice’, but it was something you’d expect from Starbucks. You two immediately squealed out of excitement, ignoring the fact that you probably woke the neighboring rooms up at three in the morning. Jisung immediately went over to hug your waist, spinning you around as fast as he could; before something unexpected happens.

You felt his lips on yours; tasting like chocolate and leftover ingredients that were remnants from his palette cleanser of a sandwich. The feeling was foreign; you never expected to kiss Jisung. He was your best friend, your neighbour; but his lips were soft…and something about this felt right.

But then the door slammed opened. A zombie-like RA came in and you two immediately jumped to different sides of the room. “I know you two always do your pantry dates, but…” The RA started, obviously sluggish from being woken up at 3am. “We got noise complaints.”

Jisung awkwardly coughed, apologized, and ran away; leaving you confused in the corner of the pantry.

Café Resonance were never busy Friday evenings. People were most likely out pubbing or preparing for their weekends of antics. So when Jisung stormed in with a recipe in hand, he wasn’t afraid to celebrate as loudly as if he had just won the Olympic World Cup. “I got the recipe! Can I please have the job?” He practically pleaded, dropping the piece of paper with messy handwriting and the sample drink you two whipped up again the night prior. On top of the page with chocolate colored stains were the words; “Hamji Choco Latte” with (served hot or cold) at the bottom.

“A recipe?” Everyone but Haechan and Chenle looked confused; with the latter two smirking in the corner of the room. But as soon as Haechan cracked and let out a loud laugh, Mark turned around and immediately recognized the culprits of this misunderstanding.

“Bruh,” Chenle let out throughout his charming ‘dolphin laugh’, “You had the job – I was just messing with you.”

Haechan pouted, approaching Jisung to ruffle his hair. “My sweet, small, dumb idiot…how much I love you.” He placed a sloppy kiss at the corner of his head, making Jisung immediately try to scrub it off.

Jisung scowled, upset he let himself get fooled by his best friends. “At least I got a girlfriend from it…” He mumbled, more to himself, but forgetful of how Jeno’s ears can pick up on anything. It was from my ASMR stint, Jeno would say.

“WHAT!?” He exclaimed, as if Jisung getting a girlfriend would happen the day pigs would fly.

“I sent you to make a café recipe, not a love potion!” Chenle cackled even more; while his fellow friends made him explain what happened.

By the time the store closed, Jaemin gave Jisung the ‘talk’ and warned that although they spent nights in each other’s rooms before, Jisung and you must be ‘safe’ and ‘protected’.

People always say the first people you become friends with at university don’t always stay friends for life. People tend to clash, find their hobbies, and go different ways. But Jisung was lucky. He met you; his best friend and now his other half. And despite the annoying prank Chenle made that wasted hours of your time, Chenle was right; the Hamji Choco Latte was basically a love potion as it brought the hidden infatuation you had for each other to light.

Now, every time he picks you up from your lecture hall, he brings one extra-large chocolatey drink to share.

“Email sent out to residents of NCU Hall:

Dear residents of the second floor,

The person who has been stealing cultlery and food has been identified. Victor Cho will be coming by to return any items that may have belonged to you.”

Jisung screamed at the top of his lungs when he got this email. “I TOLD YOU SO!”

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