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Still they slayed!!!

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SOCIAL CASUALTY

Synopsis: Jeno doesn’t understand why he has such strong feelings for you, but he does. He also doesn’t understand why you try so hard to be someone you’re not. And you, well you don’t want to become just another student at school, no. You want to stand out, to be someone’s option for once. Most specifically, Jeno’s option.

Warning: Fluff / Humor / Angst , Slight Smut at the end! swear word usage, break ups, rejection, self consciousness, ‘unrequited love’, friend zoned , Jeno is a love sick pup, reader is afraid of confrontation, misunderstandings and mean girl alert.

Pairing: Jeno x reader

Better understanding, read 1st: MARK

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

A loud smack is made on the table. Shouts and bickers proceed as another friend joins the group. The cafeteria packed with students as conversations are made about anything one can come up with. And while more students filed in, Jeno stayed back. Back leaning against the wall as he waited by your classroom. Why must you be such a slow packer? And while he waited for you, he’d simply nod back at whatever friend would walk by and greet him. Ignore the girls who tried to grab his attention because his shoes were much more interesting to look at. That is until your classroom door finally opens and there you walk out. Then it seems as no one is far more important than you, who he gives his undivided attention. A goofy grin on his face immediately appears as you blow a strand of hair out of your face. Disheveled by having to quickly shove your things in your backpack.

“Okay I’m ready.” You grab his arm as you two walk over to the cafeteria. Heart eyes are practically shaping his pupils the more Jeno admires you. ‘Why can’t you be mine already?’ A question he asks himself a lot more frequently the more he stays as your best friend. You had a hold on him like it had on his heart, and for the small walk it took for you two to get to the cafeteria, he silently imagined that you two were a couple. A pair walking to lunch while the others gawked, a proud smile on Jeno’s face as he was finally able to show everyone he got the girl of his dreams. But it could only ever happen in his head, for as soon as you two enter, you were already walking away from him. A quick wave as you run off to meet up with whatever guy you were seeing. Chris? Jonathan? Jay? Jeno lost count on how many guys you’ve dated or why you date the assholes. But with a slight grimace, he waves you goodbye, grabs his lunch and walks over to his friend group with a defeated sigh.

Picking at his food, he couldn’t help but to check up on you. His cracking heart seems to immediately patch up when he sees your smile widely and a giggle coming out of you the more you converse with your friends. Only for it to crack all over again when your boyfriend wraps an arm over your shoulder and kisses your collarbone. Too close. God what was happening to him? Why is liking someone this painful? Picking at his food soon turns into stabbing whatever garbage the school served on his plate with hatred. A stab for the unrequited love, a stab for the constant hurting, a stab for never getting the girl of his dreams, a stab for his heart. Getting tired of playing with his food, he pushes the tray away and decides to try and participate in whatever discussion the boys were having.

But it seems he wasn’t the only one feeling down because of their love life. “You good Mark?” His friend says nothing. A frown on his face as he watches from afar. Jeno now notices that his cousin wasn’t around. Wasn’t on his friend’s lap like usual. Looking forward, his head stilled. “Who’s that?”

“Eric, don’t know the last name don’t care.” Mark says sharply as he grips his phone in hand and continues scrolling through his Instagram. “Well this Eric, don’t know the last name don’t care, guy seems a little too close to my cousin. Is he like an admirer or something?” Jeno can’t seem to remember who he was. Then again, his family was never really involved with his cousin’s, maybe it’s the different views they have. Maybe too many differences, who knows. To say Eric would be a guy his cousin would hang out with is hard to believe. Maybe for her parents, but never her.

“Old childhood friend that I only found out not too long ago.” Mark huffs as he looks up at his girlfriend yet again. For a split second Jeno saw his captain’s face light up when he met eyes with her. Is that how he reacts when he sees you? Does his face light up as bright as his life does? Does he really look that pathetic in knowing he’s gained just an ounce of your attention? Groaning, he runs a hand through his hair and sets his head down. A slight thump on the table as he tries to hold back the urge on not looking for you. Mark’s presence was suddenly lost beside him, but he didn’t have the energy to look up and ask. But his head did rise when he felt a hand on his back.

“You seem sad?” A fake pout was shown on the cheerleader’s team captain. Puckering her lip and getting unbelievably closer to him he clears his throat in slight discomfort. “I’m fine.” Shaking her head, she runs her hand up until she reaches his hair. “You seem frustrated…want to talk or maybe…” leaning into his ear, his hands turn into fists as he becomes livid at the words that are whispered in his ear. “Mmh?” She runs a finger along his sharp jawline. He couldn’t think of anything. Why his head went blank, who knows. And yet while he sat their completely shocked, you sat across with a scowl on your face.

“Y/n? You listening?” One of the girls in the table spoke to you. Wendy, she wasn’t exactly your friend. Simply one of the many girl friends of your boyfriend Anthony. You had tuned them out long ago. Your eyes couldn’t stop glancing over at the Jock’s table. More specifically, the table in which your best friend sits at. The boy you can’t seem to forget your stupid crush about. The arm that rested around you just felt heavy and a nuisance. A weight you want to shake off and get away from. Forced laughs and smiles but silently yearning to be with your best friend as he’s the on one who really brings you joy.

The words getting caught in your mouth, your peripheral vision picking up on Cherry’s subtle advances on Jeno. How long were you staring for? You don’t know. But you look away in panic when Jeno catches you staring. Someone snaps their fingers at you, and you finally realize where you were at. “Huh? What did you say?” The table chuckles, somehow that was funny. Somehow you were amusing just by the littlest things you say. You know it’s not legit though. Many friend groups you were apart of, and you know when they’re genuine or not. Even the boy you’re dating.

“What’s got you so spaced out?” A red head sucks on her lollipop as she speaks to you. Shrugging your shoulder, you go to speak when you feel the world around you crack. A hand tugging at Jeno’s shirt, two pairs of lips smacking right against each other as a few others around whistle them on. The friend group turn around to see what’s going on.

“Yeah Cherry and Jeno!” Some other jock yells as ooh’s were made. You couldn’t breathe. It seemed your heart was being squeezed to death and the more you tried to calm yourself down the more it hurt. Getting up abruptly, you grab your things. “Sorry guys I have to pick something up from class. See you!” “Alright bye!” They waved you off. Anthony didn’t bother to stop you. Then again it’s not like he really cares you were his girlfriend. Like most other guys, he just wants the privilege to say he can pull girls. Shoving the doors open as the wind blow past your face, inhaling deeply you walk off quickly. Series of words flowed through to head, ‘don’t cry’ ‘you’re strong’ ‘not here at school’

Why must you like your best friend so much? Why can’t you move on from him? Dating guy after guy and it can’t seem to work. How pathetic you feel to wish he felt the same way. How no matter how hard you try to change your appearance you still can’t turn his head. Did you not have the ideal body? Was it because you weren’t popular enough? Not attractive?Getting into the bathroom stall, you feel the tears begin to pour. A sob wants to come out but you shove it deep down within. A hand covering your mouth as the bathroom door is opened and a loud group of girls come in. “I can’t believe you did it! You kissed the Lee Jeno!” One of them squeals. The cheerleaders of the school. “About time, he’s never been interested in anyone. How did you manage to get him to finally loosen up?” Another asks intrigued.

A makeup bag is set on the sink. Lipstick twisted up as the red is smeared on the team captain’s lips. Shrugging her shoulders, she fixes her hair. “He wants me. He just needed a push to get what he wanted.” Her friends squeal as one by one they leave until you were the only one inside. Jeno wanted Cherry. He would never want you, and for that you have to come to understand that. But no matter how hard you try to repeat that in your head, more tears pour. When the bell rings, you force the tears to come to a halt. Rubbing cold water in your face and cover up the swollen eyes with makeup. Keeping your head down as you go to your next class reluctantly.

“Second tardy.” Your teacher says as she lets you in the class. Simply nodding your head, you make your way over to your seat. Passing by the beaming boy whose life just got better when he sees you’ve made it to class, only for it to fall when you don’t even make eye contact with him. Hood on and eyes on your paper the entire period class. While others wrote, he couldn’t stop staring at you. Were you okay? The one time you did look up, he sent you a smile in which you never saw and went back to staring at your paper. The end of class, the end of the day. While you didn’t want to spend another second with the boy you love, the boy who can’t see how much he means to you. You still walked with him. You still let him take you home like he’s always done. Jeno didn’t know what to say, what to ask you. But knowing you let him to continue driving you home, he felt that maybe the two of you were still okay.

“Jeno!” Turning around, he tenses when he sees Cherry. What was she doing here? What she did at lunch was already humiliating enough, but now? Wrapping herself around his bicep, tugging him in which he awkwardly tries to get away from her. “What are you doing?” “What do you mean? I need a ride home and…can you be a gentlemen and give me a ride?” “I can’t.” Raising a brow, she looks up at him with the same fake pout.

“But why not?” “I’m already taking someone home.” “Oh yeah? Who?” “Y/n…” turning around, his heart stopped when he sees you were gone. You couldn’t have left, not without telling him goodbye right? This ride home was suppose to comfort him, tell him that maybe you just weren’t up to speaking for the last period of the day. “I don’t see anyone. Now come on, my dad doesn’t like it when I get home late.” Interlocking her fingers with his, she drags him to the parking lot and into the direction of his car. Ignoring the red Mini Cooper that pertained to her. Shoving her car keys deep in her jeans as Jeno unlocks his car and she settles in the passenger seat. Turning on the ac as she unties her hair. Looking over at Jeno with a sly smile. But Jeno doesn’t notice her second intentions, he only notices you walking to your boyfriends car. Getting in with your head tucked down and the sound of the engine revving to speed away.

Jeno arrives home with a sigh and slumped shoulders. Kicking off his shoes and tosses his keys wherever. Dropping his backpack as he heads up to his second bedroom. Not wanting to be at his house for a while, he groans when he hears lewd noises come from Yangyang’s room. Right. He forgot he was bringing his girlfriend around to ‘hang’. Shoving his AirPods in, he scrolls mindlessly through his phone. Your contact coming up once or twice. He wanted to shoot you a message, but what could he say? He wanted to hang out and finally ask you what was wrong. He wanted you in his bed and become your eyes and ears for a few hours. He wanted you. But nothing was sent, and with a groan. He turns up his music as the banging from Yangyang’s walls get louder and shuts his eyes in hopes to doze off.

His phone went off. Quickly sitting up to look at his phone, he furrows his brows when he sees a random number he didn’t have saved. ‘Meet me by the lake in an hour ;) - Cherry’ to say he was disappointed was an understatement. Turning off his phone as he lays to his side, he hopes to take a small nap with the thought of you.

“I got it!” You exclaim, rising yourself from the bed. “Got what exactly?” Your little brother asks you through a mouth full of ice cream. Large head phones only pulled away from his ears so he can hear you better. Getting killed early in the match for the umpteenth time, he now sits in his gaming chair hearing you pour your heart out. Laid out on his blue comforter covered bed, snacks piling his desk and bed as you two decided to have fill your stomachs with diabetes. “If I can’t be like them, I must join them!”

Spinning his chair around, he gives you a confused look. “I’m sorry, what were you even talking about?” Groaning, you inch closer to the end of his bed. “Jeno! Pay attention Felix!” Huffing, he goes back to stuffing his face. At least three times a week does he have the same conversation with you pertaining to this said boy you call your best friend. He’s met him a handful of times, only reason he’s not closer to him is because of how much you hog the poor boy. But at least he’s gotten to play a few rounds with him and from what he’s gotten then, he doesn’t seem so bad.

“Jeno is into confident girls right? Ones who aren’t afraid to create a crowd or to stand out and I’m well, none of those things. I mean I’ve tried to become popular, put myself out there heck I wear pencil skirts now even though I’m practically dying to get back to wearing jeans.” “I don’t get it, I thought friends are suppose to like each other for who they are-“

“Yes but in this case I want him to like me, like me.” Felix eyes you as he lets you proceed. He may be fifteen and the only worry in his life are video games but he does know having to change yourself for someone isn’t exactly the right thing to do. But how can he tell you that when you’re so hopelessly in love with your best friend and everything you’ve tried has ended in you crying in your room because once again, your plans didn’t end up how you wished they would.

“So?” “Today, Cherry…she uh kissed him.” You wince at the memory of today, a sting still present in your chest. “But I got to thinking and I realized that, she is everything Jeno likes. She’s confident, self assured and has everything she’s always wanted heck even has the world kissing the very ground that she walks all over.”

“I don’t understand.” Felix shakes his head. Eyes widening when you grasp his cheeks until his face is smushed in your hands. “I got to be like Cherry!”

“…You got to be a bitch?” Letting him go, you stand and begin to pace around his room. “No! I mean popular, attractive and just overall confidence. I mean come on she gets whatever she wants and isn’t afraid to get it. I could never do that.” Groaning, Felix turns his chair to face his pc again.

“Man I miss the old you.” Yelling out a loud ow when you smack his head, he rubs the throbbing spot and tugs the headphones back over his ears. “Dingus.” You mutter under your voice and make your way out of the room. You were sure your plan will work, I mean what else do you need to do in order to gain your best friends attention? How else will he finally see you the way you see him? You were sure it would be exactly the reason Jeno and you will leave the friend stage.

“God she’s driving me insane.” Jeno exasperates. His team mates sat around him, eye bags evident as his hair wasn’t neatly combed. A patch of his hair slightly perched up, feeling a hand come over and push his hair down. He looks over to see Ten nodding. “Much better.” Sighing, he sits up and grabs his bottled water even when he protested.

Taking a swig of it, Yangyang arrived at their table. Even when the sun was still rising and only cascading a bit of light at them. His hickies were still prominent. “Had fun last night?” Ten smirks at him. “Fun?” Jeno snorts, “That’s an understatement, wouldn’t shut the fuck up. oH BaBy!” Jeno mocks his friend, a slap to his bicep he winced slightly and glares at Yangyang. “Don’t get all prissy just because you didn’t get some.” He smirks proudly, not shameful in showing everyone his dark marks his lovely girlfriend gave him.

Laughing, Ten shakes his head. “Don’t get too cocky Yangyang now that you got yourself a girlfriend. Remember when you were in the doghouse? Nine months without getting laid!” “Aish!” Yangyang hushed his best friend to shut it. “Oh yeah? And what about you! I don’t see you with any one recently?” “And who says I’m not seeing anyone secretly?” Jeno lifts his head to look at his friend. “Are you?” “Well not yet..”

“Oh my god.” Jeno shakes his head. “No but seriously, what’s going on with you? Who were you talking about a few minutes ago?” Ten asks him. “Cherry.”

“Cherry?” Well that was a surprise. Has Jeno already moved on? Nodding his head, he props his face on his palm. “I met with her last night.” “What?! Really? I thought you couldn’t stand her?” Ten asks him shocked.

“Yesterday was different…” Jeno begins to proceed, the boys oblivious to the watchful eye whose been attentive to their conversation the entire time. You didn’t mean to, obviously not. If anything you came to school a few minutes before the bell rang just so you can catch a few moments with your best friend. Oh how you wish you didn’t. You feel your heart break as soon as her name comes out his mouth.

You couldn’t believe it. Cherry was able to turn his head so fast. So you really didn’t stand a chance at all? The muffin in your hand that you planned to give to him, the one he always loves receiving from you was suddenly smashed as you fist your hand. Hurt evident on your face. Scolding yourself to not cry, you look down at your change of outfit. Way past your comfort zone and isn’t exactly comfortable but it’s what you notice the popular girls wear. A revealing crop top with tight jeans that fit everything just right. Shaved until not a single hair is in sight, makeup done nicely and hair? Out of this world. Accessories that really popped your outfit out with matching shoes Jeno bought you. Waking up at four am wasn’t paying off already and you try to not lose hope really, but how can you when the first thing you hear when approaching your best friend is the very girl you envy?

But hearing Jeno talk about meeting Cherry last night has left you even more motivated to change his mind. Turning around, you don’t wait to hear the rest of his story. Instead, you throw the crushed up muffin in the trash and head to your first period.

Fashion Nova

The website read. Scrolling down and seeing all the latest fashion clothes, you’re amazed by all the beautiful clothes and even more by the price.

“Jesus, 39 dollars for a shirt?”

Hearing you mutter lowly under your breath, you fall oblivious to the empty seat next to you now becoming taken. The chair gets pulled back with a loud scraping noise. Ears twitching by the god awful sound. Too focused on filling your checklist, you are one of the few not working on your ceramics project. Clay covering the tables but the only clean spot is your space. “Hello.” A shy voice speaks, perking your head up. You grin at the new face you come across with.

“Oh hello! And you might be?” “Oh I’m new,” she greets you with her name. Shaking your hand even though no regular high schooler would do such a thing. “May I sit here?” “Yeah of course!” Nodding, she proceeds to take the seat next to yours. “So, out of town?”

“Country actually.” She responds, smiling you nod. “Ah figured, you are just glowing. You must be from somewhere sunny like Australia right?” Chuckling she shakes her head. “I’m from the states, I lived in Rhode Island.” “The small state?” “You know it?” She says shocked. “Why wouldn’t I?” You giggle at her. Shrugging, she sets her backpack on top of the table. “Most people in the states forget Rhode Island is even apart of the country.” Laughing, you nod. “I may or may not be a geographical fanatic.”

“Oh really? Would you like to travel sometime?” “Duh! Oh! How I’d love to visit other countries. I mean heck I barely even leave the city. Like look at Dubai. Wow ! what a beautiful city I’d love to visit. All of United Arab Emirates really…Sorry, I’m ranting aren’t I?” Chuckling she shakes her head. “No worries, so what are you doing if I may ask.”

“Oh! Well, I’m...shopping.” “At 8 in the morning?” She chuckles, laughing you nod. “Why not? Fashion Nova is giving out discounts so, best get to them before I’m too late.” “Well you must really like shopping because you look great.” “Thank you! I don’t know I don’t really dress this way and so I’m feeling kinda self conscious-“ “Oh don’t! You look great!”

A short silence falls upon you two, looking around in wonder as it seemed everyone was working on different projects you freeze and turn over to her. “You have no idea what we’re doing right?” Shaking her head, you laugh and put away your phone. Shopping can wait.

“Hey.” You hear a voice says soon after leaving your first period. Looking up to seeing Jeno standing there before you, you can’t help but smile wifey at him. “Wow…you look um…” Falling short on words, he scrambles to think of the perfect to describe how you look right now. “Pretty.” Winwin’s voice can be heard from a few feet away. “Gorgeous.” Ten follows. “Beautiful, go with beautiful!” Yangyang adds in as well. “Good!” Jeno finished his sentence.

Your small smile falters at what was suppose to be a compliment? “Good…?”

“That boy is gonna die a virgin.” A voice mumbles before walking away.

“No! Not good I mean you do look good, you look great! It’s just that I didn’t want to say anything out of respect or something- you know I didn’t see you before class, did you arrive late to school again?” He asks you nervously. Desperately trying to ignore his now forming sweaty palms. Cheeks becoming pink the more he becomes flustered. Giggling you decide to let it go, “Something like that.” You chuckle awkwardly, the sudden reminder of why you avoided him this morning. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?” “Oh well, yesterday you kinda left out of no where-“ “Jeno there you are!” A loud voice shouts excitedly. Smile falling as you watch Cherry jog over to him, arms wrapping around his mid waist with a grin on her face. Her friends behind her as they watch adoringly at the two. Looking down at her interlocked arms, he turns to look at her. Giving her a forced smile, Jeno tries to put some distance between them. “Cherry? What are you doing?”

“What do you mean silly? You can’t get rid of me so simple, not after last night.” She giggles. Heart dropping, another hurtful reminder that Jeno wasn’t yours. Only a simple friend and nothing more. Cheeks begin to turn a slight shade of pink, taken aback as Jeno didn’t expect Cherry to show up and nonetheless say something that can be taken so out of context, he turns to look at you. Hopefully you don’t think anything of it, if anything about to get ready to clear his name but instead he deadpans when he watched an arm get wrapped around your shoulders. “Hey babe.” Anthony smirks down at you. “Oh, hey Tony.” You force a smile believes me enough to have Jeno’s heart stinging again.

“Didn’t get a call from you last night. Upset with me?” “Why would I be?” “I just thought you found out about me and Wendy. You know it was just a one time thing and nothing else happened right?” Moving away from him you glare at him. “What?” “What?” He asks you equally as confused.

“You cheated on me?”

“Uh oh, awkward…” Cherry mumbles loud enough for everyone to hear. Giggles from her friends as she sends them a smile she’s trying to force back. Still wrapped around Jeno, she doesn’t notice the fists he’s making as he glares daggers at the boy in front of them. “It was just a kiss. It was harmless and it didn’t mean anything.”

Shaking your head you scoff at him, eyeing him disgustingly. How you even went out with the guy was unknown to you. “We’re done.” You simply say before walking off deciding you’re not going to waste your time and air on a pig who didn’t deserve it. Scoffing he begins to raise his voice. “Oh come on baby! I said it meant nothing, why are you making it such a big deal?!-“ looking over to the source of the shove received, he glares at Jeno who’s returning it right back to him.

“What’s your problem man?” “You’re my problem.” “Jeno, what are you doing? Let’s go.” Cherry tries to convince him, “Yeah how about you listen to your cheerleader and go fuck off.” “Fuck you Anthony.” Cherry snaps at him. “Already did.” He winks at her causing her eyes to widen. Jeno looks between the two of them. Gasping she shakes her head. “Jeno don’t listen to him.” Not even caring what the two of them were doing in the first place, he scoffs and turns to face him again. Seeing Mark a few feet behind Anthony, a serious look on his face as he realizes what was going on between the two of them. Shaking his head, silently demanding him to not do a single thing that can jeopardize their spot at nationals.

Anthony still in his face and instigating for him to do something, Jeno walks towards him. Taking a few steps back, he gets shoved harshly by Jeno’s shoulder colliding into him. Watching him walk away, he doesn’t go after him and instead shout that he’s a pussy. A proud look on his face, he looks over at Cherry and her friends only for them to give him disgusted looks and irritated huffs. Walking away in the other direction, “Let’s go girls.” Cherry demands before leaving him standing there. The students that continued to walk by not giving him a second look as their only goal is to get to their next class.

“Will you stop worrying Jeno, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“How can you be so sure Mark? I mean how would you be feeling if you found out my cousin cheated-“. “Don’t say that!” He hissed seriously. Head turning to face the very same table his girlfriend and that boy Eric were currently sitting at. Clearly upset at seeing how damn close he was to her. Foot tapping the ground so fast the table began to shake.

“Sorry, it’s just I can’t help it. She won’t pick up my calls or texts-“ A loud slam was heard. Looking over to seeing Sungchan had now joined them in the cafeteria. A ticked off look on his face. “What’s up Chan?” Jeno asks him slightly concerned. With a huff, he takes the seat next to their team captain. “I can’t believe it.” “What?” Yangyang suddenly speaks as he appears with an arm around his girlfriend. A warm smile as she waves her hand hello at them. Nodding his head to greet her, Jeno turns his attention back to Sungchan. “Remember that old fling I had over the summer? Yeah she’s here. Indefinitely.”

Shocked, the rest of the table now focus solely on him. “What? What do you mean?” “She moved that’s what! And out of all the countries in the world and the many, many cities humans have built she chose here!” He scoffs and stabs the table with a spork he took from Mark’s tray. Yangyang sat in front of him, his girlfriend sitting on his lap they begin to console him. For what reason exactly? They don’t know yet. Last they heard of her, Sungchan said he ended things with her. Said it was pretty rough.

“So what are you going to do?” She speaks but isn’t responded immediately as Mark suddenly stands up. All eyes on him as they watch him make his way over to his girlfriend’s table. Now noticing the new guy had been approaching from the start. Getting a glance at the three of them now standing in the middle of the cafeteria the group doesn’t hear anything other than a , ‘He means nothing to me’ “Ouch.” Yangyang mumbles. Nuzzling his face in the crook of his girlfriends neck in order to avoid any eye contact from Mark who he’s sure is fuming. But instead of a screaming match or a near fighting, the group watches Mark simply walk away. Dejected and with a look of hurt.

“Poor guy.” She speaks softly before running a hand through Yangyang’s hair. Watching his cousin walk out of the cafeteria, Jeno doesn’t know what to expect. Running a tired hand through his hair, he just wonders how most of the group managed to get themselves in such a troubling position.

Please call me back :(

It was Jeno again. You heart broke after every missed call and text you gave him but you needed to clear your head. You felt humiliated, having Jeno to find out upfront that your boyfriend cheated on you and wasn’t even remotely guilty about it. It was too hard to talk to him, at least right now. You didn’t want Jeno to see you with pity eyes, especially not with mascara running down your face. Luckily you packed wipes with you, it’s something you picked up in class from other girls. Always an extra set of wipes, lipstick, lip palm, hair brush, scrunchie, hair clip, perfume, mirror. And now you understand why. Anything could happen.

Noticing you still had a good twenty minutes left of class you chose to just spend it at the library. Ignoring the looks you receive from the girls that entered the bathroom, you keep your head down and head on over to the library. Hearing your name being whispered as you passed by it didn’t take a genius to know word got around about you and Anthony. “Poor girl.” Picking up the pace, you suddenly feel a tug at your arm. “Y/n.” The familiar deep voice spoke.

“Leave me alone Jeno.” You say as you try to get away from him. “Hey, no stop.” Still refusing to look at him, you feel him inch closer. Finger curling around your chin as he turns your head to look at him. “He’s a fucking idiot, a douchebag who only thinks with his dick and not his brain.” You chuckle, “You could say that again.” Smiling softly at your change of attitude he drops his hand and connects it with yours. “Good, don’t cry for that jerk. He’s not worth it.” “Yeah well doesn’t change the fact that I’m still being pitied and feel like a total idiot.” You try to joke, to fake a smile but Jeno notices the struggle to do so.

“Let’s get out of here.” “What like ditch?” “Yeah why not?” Really didn’t want to stay any longer, and even if you’re parents wouldn’t like the idea that you ditched you thought of it this way, it would be your first time of the school year that you ditched. You wouldn’t do it again.

“Okay.”

“Great I’m Mark now.” Jeno scoffs as he proceeds to climb the tree nearest to your window. Following after you as you open the window to your room. No one was home but security alarms were surely on. You barely managed to avoid the cameras with the help of Jeno, “Y/n please hurry I think I just heard a branch snap.” Climbing in quickly you turn to help him inside. Losing balance he lunges over at you, pulling him in that results with the both of you falling on your soft rug as the two of you lose balance. A slight chuckle emits from his chest as he lays on top of you.

“M’sorry.” Helping you stand up, you let him walk you two over to your bed. Familiar with the comfortable bed, he kicks off his shoes and pats the spot next to him. Joining him, he turns on the tv so that the room wasn’t completely quiet. “I really am sorry about Anthony. You deserved better.”

Me. I’m better.

“It’s whatever. I wasn’t really digging him to begin with.” “Really? So why did you date him?” To gain your attention. “Just so I could say I got myself a boyfriend.” You force a quickly soft laugh, eyes lowering as you begin to fiddle with your sleeves. “Well you shouldn’t feel like you need to get a boyfriend to feel anything. You’re perfect y/n, please don’t change for anyone.” He tells you.

How else will you like me?

Your confession for him rising higher and higher the more Jeno speaks. Shrugging you shake your head. “Seems to be the only way I can get a boyfriend,” “Is getting a boyfriend that important to you?” His voice suddenly turning sharp which takes you aback. “W-Well no but,” Seeing a hint of seriousness in his eyes. “I like…” “Attention?” He answers for you. “Well not exactly-“. Sighing he stands up.

“Is that why you’re so different nowadays? Why the sudden change in appearance?” “Well yes and no…I don’t know!” Frustrated you sit up straight in which Jeno follows suit. “What’s going on y/n?” He asks you with genuine concern written on his face.

“I hate feeling unwanted okay?” “What do you mean? I’m here aren’t I?” “Jeno you don’t get it. Girls at school are so attractive and I’m just…bland. I have to try twice as hard and still don’t get as far as they do! I mean all they have to do is bat their eyelashes and bam! A boyfriend one day and another the next.”

“So having a boyfriend is important to you?”

“No, feeling appreciated is.” Getting out of bed, Jeno walks over to you. “Well then maybe this will change your mind.” “Jeno what are you-“ Soft lips pressing softly on top of yours, your eyes widen. Holy shit. You were kissing your best friend. Your childhood best friend and crush was kissing you! Everything you thought would happen did and more. As cheesy as it is you do feel lightheaded and feel as if you’re losing all sense of control. Instead all you seem to be able to do is kiss back. Were you falling? Were you leaning forward? Who knows because the only thing you seem to notice is how passionately he’s kissing you, hands pulling you close to him almost afraid you’ll run from him.

Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, taking a step forward. A grin making its way on his face as he sighs contently. He’s waited so long for this kiss and man would his best friends be teasing the utter shit out of him if they saw him being all giddy. Pulling away to breathe, he rests his forehead on top of yours. Worry quickly sets in, shit. Did he make it weird?

As the days went by, you and Jeno haven’t spoken to each other properly at all. You didn’t mean for this to happen really. After the kiss the two of you awkwardly laughed it off and watched Netflix like nothing happened. Each time your hands brushed you were quick to pull away. The damn electric sparks still went off. As the week progressed it seemed all of your teachers agreed to pile a shit ton of homework on top of you. And now you’re spending your afternoons either at the library or locked in your room frustrated with yourself for not being able to understand the curriculum.

Any texts the two of you sent each other were simple hey’s and hellos. It’s worrying the heck out of Jeno. Now he doesn’t take you home anymore. He obviously doesn’t know the real reason except for the one his brain made up. You don’t want to be friends anymore.

“Jeno you’re overreacting.” Ten sighs annoyedly as the blue haired boy begins to go on a rant again. “Am I?! I mean tell me Ten, where is she right now because I don’t see her?” He says as he motions to the sea of people in the cafeteria. Groaning he rubs a hand over his face. “She probably got caught up with something.” “For four consecutive days?” “Well why don’t you just text her?” Yangyang asks him. “And tell her what? Hey y/n, why did we suddenly become so awkward with each other? Oh let me guess it was the kiss right? I made it awkward? I’m sorry please forgive me!”

“Well for starters yeah.” Sighing Jeno rests his head on the table. Standing up abruptly he shakes his head. “That’s it, I’m going to go talk to her.” “Good for you! Communication is key if you want a relationship to work.” Yangyang says. The table stops and looks at him. “You’ve been watching too many romance movies.” Jeno says simply before walking off.

“Jeno!” Grunting, he slows his pace but doesn’t stop walking entirely. “Jeno hey!” Cherry says catching up to you. “Hey…Cherry.” He says, his mood lowering. His phone won’t stop filling with text messages from her. Either she needs help with homework or comments of every little thing he posts. What’s to know what he’s up to and what he’s got going on. Even going as far as blocking her but she managed to get a new account and still continues to get into his dms.

“Where you headed?”

“To go find y/n.”

“Oh.”

He knew that tone, and he knew he wasn’t going to like whatever she had to say next. So instead he promoted to get going. “Yeah so I better go.”

“Wait!” About ready to Cherry to fuck off, he turns to her pulling out her phone. “I didn’t want to say anything because I know how close you two are but…” Freezing in his spot when he sees the picture she shows him of you. Sitting at a table in the library, none other than Na Jaemin himself sat right beside you. Way too close and both of you with smiles on your faces. A sting in his chest seeing you so close to the boy he’s always felt second to.

“Why are you showing me this?” His voice now sharp as he looks down at Cherry. “Well I just know how close you two are and I’ve noticed how distant you two have been and I think you have the right to know why she’s so distant…she’s got herself another boyfriend.”

Ouch.

Feeling his throat closing up and the large lump forming, he swallows it down. No, that couldn’t be. You couldn’t be avoiding him because you moved on right? Or maybe you are, maybe the kiss didn’t mean much to you as it meant for him? Was it all in his head?

Oh god how an idiot of him to do such a thing especially when you weren’t in a right state of mind. I mean kissing your best friend when she was just cheated on? Who does that!

Feeling Cherry’s hand rub his bicep he looks down to see her consoling him. “Im sorry Jeno, if there’s anything I can do. Im here for you.” She tells him, batting her eyelashes.

Jeno nods.

“Finally!” You exasperated as you drop your pencil on the table. A snort coming from your right, shaking his head as he begins to pack up. “See? It wasn’t so bad.” “Wasn’t so bad? Jaemin I almost broke a 600 dollar chrome book because of homework. You’re my literal hero!” You grin, reaching your hand to ruffle his hair he swats it away. Glaring playfully at you as you finish packing up your stuff. Like a ton of bricks was lifted from you, you felt as though you could finally breath.

“No but seriously, thank you so much Jaemin. I owe you.” “Don’t sweat it. I don’t mind, especially if it means to see you mad.” Shoving him, he laughs as you walk away from the table. “Whatever.” You tell him.

“Hey y/n..” stopping to look back at him? You wait for him to continue. Watching him suddenly become shy. “I was thinking, what if we get coffee sometime?” “Coffee? I haven’t had some in a while sure!” Suddenly remembering Jeno and the kiss you two shared you don’t think I’d be such a good idea to be doing anything even as friends with some other guy right now.

“Oh you know, I’m sorry I forgot I got this thing going on and…” shaking his head, he forces a smile. “No worries. See you y/n.” “Bye Jaemin.” Feeling bad for doing that to him, you eventually leave the library. The bell had already rung and it left you no time to spend it with Jeno. Deciding to wait after school to talk to him, you make your way on over to your next class.

By the time your last class came, you felt much better. Smilier and happier. Excited to catch up with Jeno and even though you feel nervous to talk about the kiss you overall miss him. Until you notice he didn’t miss you.

Ignoring your presence as the two of you manage to get to class at the same time. Walking in without a glance your way. Heading straight to his seat and not once looking at you throughout the class. Evening taking out your phone to check up on him, he simply ignored your text. Guilt began to creep up on you, yeah you knew you were being rather neglectful but was it really that bad? Was he ignoring you because of this week or because of the kiss?

By the time the period ended he was quick to make his way out. Hot on his heels you knew today he had practice. Seeing him meet up with the other guys by the parking lot, you’re about to make it to him when Cherry suddenly appears. Wrapping her arms around his neck, “Baby!” Pulling him down, she kisses him.

Completely taken aback, you stop in your tracks. Eyes widen as you watch the two of them kiss. When did this happen?

“Ready?” He asks her after they pull away. Nodding enthusiastically she turns to wave goodbye at her friends. Hand in hand, they make their way to his car. Giving a quick see you there to the other guys before getting in. Eyes momentarily meeting with yours before he looks away and gets inside. Feeling your heart break you were at loss for words.

Did the kiss mean nothing to him?

“Cherry and Jeno have been seen together for some time now. Yesterday I heard they were talking under the bleachers.” Feeling a familiar lump begin to form in your throat, you gulp it down and nod. “Well I’m happy for him. He’s a good guy.” You were telling the truth. Yeah it hurt knowing Jeno had moved on or whatever you can call it, was the kiss something worth remembering? Maybe it was a heat of the moment type thing and is why it was swept under the rug. You just wished Jeno would have said something instead of completely blocking you out.

Now you and him don’t even text at all. It’s almost as if he went awol. But you know he’s still alive as you still see him around campus, he’s still in your sixth period, he’s still posting on his Instagram.

How did you manage to lose your best friend?

You’ve never felt more alone than now. You no longer had energy to make conversations with others in class or to dress up. You no longer had an interest for history or felt excited for ceramics. Lunch seemed never ending and the time spent outside of school seems to go by rather quickly and before you know it, you were waking up to go to school all over again.

Now you went to school with a simple pair of jeans and a sweater. Hair up in a messy bun, quiet and reserved as you sat at the very back of the classroom. Eye bags grew larger at the lack of sleep along with the swollen eyes from all the crying. Seeing Jeno and Cherry walking down the halls hand in hand doesn’t make it any easier.

Spending most of the day with AirPods plugged in, attention on your phone you don’t notice a few eyes watching you.

And then, a tap on your shoulder.

“Jaemin?”

Flashing you a quick smile he takes the empty seat next to you. “What are you doing here?” You ask him. “I could say the same for you. Aren’t you like best friends with the hockey players?”

Shrugging your shoulders you shake your head. “Mostly Jeno. His friends would be kinda mines? But not really.” “You two don’t talk anymore huh?” Shaking your head no, he hums.

“Yeah fall outs are hard.” “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” Not getting a response from him, you look up to see he was already looking over at his table.

“Wait? Do you guys…?”

“It’s complicated.” He sighs. “Wow.” Nodding, he shakes his head. “That’s not why I’m here.” “Oh really? So what?”

“You owe me that coffee.” Chuckling as you remember his offer you nod. “Yeah guess I don’t really have that other thing going on.” “Yeah no” he laughs as so do you. Standing up, he gives you his hand to take. “So shall we get going?” Accepting it, you get up. “Okay.”

“And so I tried telling her she had gum stuck in her hair but she kept giving me an attitude and before you know, we both managed to fall into the water fountain.” Sungchan explains his story to his friends at the table. Scoffing at the memory of it even though there’s a slight smile forming on his face.

“Why can’t you admit you still have feelings for her?” “Shut it.” Sungchan grumbles as the group of boys laugh at him, all except Jeno. With Cherry on his lap who won’t stop talking loudly to her friends who have now squeezed themselves in their table, his attention wasn’t on her. No it was currently on the only table with a single person sitting on it, You.

He missed you. He wondered about you. He’s noticed the drastic change in you, were you okay? Were you eating well? Sleeping well? He can’t find any update on you because it seemed you’ve shut everyone out. Nothing on social medias, nothing from classmates in your class, not even your brother has updates on you. Just a simple, ‘she’s in her room.’ From him. It’s gotten to the point where he wants to go over to you and force you to eat a feast and sleep like it’s hibernation. He’s not going to lie, he wasn’t thinking clearly when he saw the picture of you and yeah he’s ultimately made a rather stupid decision out of anger. But it was too late, it hurts just to remind himself that he’s no longer your friend, he’s no longer in your life.

So why the fuck is he glaring so damn hard at Na Jaemin who’s currently talking to you?

Na Jaemin, of course out of everyone it had to be him. His archnemesis, the boy who always had to be a step ahead of him. Better than him in every way. Okay so he’s jealous of him, who wouldn’t? He’s smart, perfect grades with the perfect house with a perfect family and a perfect face. Everything about him screamed perfect, an Ace. it’s like there wasn’t a single flaw in him. A constant reminder from his parents that he should be more like him.

If he can’t be like Jaemin, then why the hell is he going to school? Is exactly what his parents tell him. His name never leaves their mouths and never will with how involved his family is with his. Jeno isn’t perfect and his parents will never let him forget that.

And now the ‘perfect’ boy is currently holding your hand! His best friend! His crush is walking away with him! With that damn smile on his face that he so dearly wants to punch. “Jeno, you good man?” Mark asks him. Shaking his head, he gets up abruptly. Ignoring the protest from Cherry. “I gotta go.”

Your time with Jaemin couldn’t get any better. The hours flew by, driving all over the city. Before you knew it, Jaemin was driving you to the beach. An hour away but the view was worth it. Getting to the shore you turn to see the boy had his phone out already, something he likes to do. No matter how much you tried to tell him otherwise, he wouldn’t take no for an answer and took many pictures of you. “Jaemin I look terrible!” You try to reason with him as you take steps back to further distance yourself from the camera. Shaking his head, he chuckles and continues taking pictures of you. “Just one more! Come on you look great with this lighting!” He tries to convince as he takes steps towards you.

“Jaemin no-“ the sudden sound of waves crashing could be heard along with the cold water engulfing the both of you. So high it has you two tumbling down, spitting out the water the second you got a taste of the salt. You’re left shocked and shivering, turning your head to turn at the boy currently laughing his ass off. Splashing him, he gags when the salt water enters his mouth as well. “You’ll regret that.” He tells you simply before going after you.

“Jeno come on man!” Mark scolds him as he managed to not be able to block the puck from entering the net. Glad it’s only practice if not, Jeno would have a much more pissed off captain. Slowing himself down until he stops completely, he takes off his helmet. Panting as he tries to regain his breath. In result to this, the entire game was put to a halt. The blow of a whistle is heard as the boys look over and see their coach about ready to shout their ears off. Mark lifts up five minutes at him and with a grumble, nods.

“Boys go take five, I’ll talk to him.” A chorus of agreements are heard before they skate off the rink. “Jeno what’s up man?” Groaning, he plants himself right on the ice. Sitting down, Mark follows suit. “Is it y/n again? God I told you to just talk to her-“

“She has Jaemin.” He shakes his head, “No point in trying to talk things out with her. It’s obvious she’ll never see me no more than a friend.” “And so for that, you decided to end the friendship all together?” Quiet, he looks down at his lap. “I wasn’t thinking. I was mad and made an impulsive act to cut her off.”

“Yeah well you were an idiot for doing that. I mean from what my girlfriend says, she looks terrible.” “I know, I’ve seen her around the halls.”

“Yeah? Well then if she found Jaemin why is it that I hardly see them together? I mean if she’s this affected about your friendship ending why isn’t she hanging out with him and instead distancing herself from the world? Isn’t today like the first day anyone actually sees them together?”

“Well, Cherry said she saw them together in the library-“

“Oh please, the cheerleader hears someone tripped and makes it seem like they were beaten up, I wouldn’t be surprised if she exaggerated the truth again.” Jeno freezes and wonders if maybe, just maybe that could be true. He didn’t hear you out, didn’t bother to know if you even liked the boy. What if he was only with you to help with homework? The boy is one of the greatest tutors the school has yet, and it did show you’re homework laid out on the table.

“Oh my god, I’m an idiot.”

The end of the week came by very quickly. You couldn’t wait for the weekend, Jaemin and you had made plans to go to the movies. Not exactly a movie you had in mind to watch but seeing how excited he was, ranting about it and going into great details of the plot how could you say no? Besides you’re really looking forward to the slushies the theater sells.

The rest of the week you managed to temporarily for forget about your best friend or ex best friend. Jaemin was a great help given every time you came across him and Cherry, Jaemin managed to come to your aid right on time. There was even a time you swear you saw Jeno approaching you but didn’t, Jaemin approached you with a box of chocolates.

Friday also meant another game. Most specifically, a hockey game. It feels weird knowing this would be your first game not attending, you always made sure to go and cheer Jeno on. But why would he need you when he has a girlfriend now? You had no business going anymore if you’re only reason in going in the first place is no longer valid.

Startled when your locker gets shut abruptly, you look over and see Cherry mugging at you. “Uh…hey?” “You’re Jeno’s ex friend right?” Sting. “Yeah?” Eyeing you up with judgement as she chews on her gum she rolls her eyes at you. “Today’s his game and I want to wear his jersey, you know because that’s what a girlfriend does.” Yep, definitely hurt to hear that.

“But I heard he lend it to you so I’m going to need that back.”

“Oh well I have it at home-“

“Good, wash it and give it to me at the stadium.” She cuts you off, about to make her exit she stops and looks at you. “A little advice, fucking his enemy won’t get him back darling. Sorry to say it but, he’s mine now so fuck off.”

Watching her walk off, you’re left stunned. “Wow.” You hear a voice say behind you, “I know.” You reply not bothering to look at Jaemin. “Eh well guess it’s Jeno’s problem now.” “Yeah now I know why she and Anthony didn’t last.” “Wonder who was worst, her or him?” Laughing you shove him lightly and get going. Feeling an arm get wrapped around you, you feel the smile slowly begin to crumble. You should’ve made amends by now. Accept the fact that you and Jeno are no longer friends and maybe giving the Jersey back would be the closure you need and yet just thinking about no longer having it brings tears to your eyes.

Blinking them away quickly before anyone can see them, you force a smile back on your face before saying goodbye to Jaemin. Not knowing he saw you desperately blinking back your pain.

Getting home and scavenging through your closet you didn’t expect to run into so many of his clothes. Hoodies and sweats he left behind because of how often he’s at your house. The gifts he gave you hidden inside along with the clothes he bought you. By the time you found the jersey you couldn’t stop the tears from overflowing. A knock is heard on the door has you turning your back. “Who is it?”

“Felix! Can I come in?” Wiping the tears away, you inhale and exhale before letting him in. “What a cave, what’s with the mess?” He says as he props himself on your bed, jumping on it that has him bouncing lightly. “I’m uh, looking for an old shirt. I gotta give it back.” Looking around and seeing it’s mostly men’s clothes it didn’t take him long to figure out who the owner was. Your brother doesn’t exactly understand what happened between the two of you but he knows it’s serious given your drastic change in behavior and the quietness the house now is with his absence.

“You going to the game?” “Briefly. I’m actually going to hang out with Jaemin for a bit so I won’t be back until later.” Nodding, he watches you fold the remaining clothes and put them in a bag. Deciding to give them back some other time. “Alright I should get going.” You tell him before grabbing the jersey. Not washed but Cherry could cry you a river for all you care, “Good luck!”

Getting there, the parking lot was packed already. People coming in and out, loud conversations can be heard. In the hallways, there were loud echoes of the people in the stadium shouting. Music playing loudly as you pushed yourself through the large crowd. The smell of pizza, hot dogs and popcorn hitting your nostrils. “Excuse me, sorry.”

Looking around to locate the cheerleader, you see her closest to the rink. Surrounded by her large group of friends, looking a little too comfortable towards a certain ashy haired boy behind her. About to make your way towards her, you feel a hand rest on top of you.

“Jeno?”

Jeno couldn’t stop looking down at his phone. In the back of his head and heart, he hopes you would’ve at least sent him a good luck text. Even more, that you’d show up. But he felt selfish, why would you after everything that has happened between the two of you? Cherry wouldn’t stop talking about wearing his jersey, every thirty minutes it was the same old topic. By now he was far more than irritated. And yet when she mentioned you were going to come to his game and drop off his jersey he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter but he also felt hurt.

His jersey wouldn’t be the same anymore. His coach gave his team a strict rule that only someone whom they felt closest to can wear it, if Cherry takes it. It’ll lose all meaning. He’ll no longer look out in the crowd and see you cheering him on, he’ll no longer be congratulated by you as soon as you leave the locker room or have an ice cream cone get shoved in his face as a treat for playing a good game.

He’ll no longer see you wear his jersey, and that’s the worst of all.

“Jeno!” Perking his head up, his coach enters the locker rooms. A thumb pointing behind him, “Someone’s here for you.” Feeling excited that it might be you, he frowns when he notices it was Jaemin instead.

“What do you want?” He huffs before making his way back to his locker. Jaemin isn’t affected by his cold exterior. Walking past the other team mates who are undressing and getting themselves into their gear, he leans his shoulder up against the blue haired boy’s locker. “Why are you so stupid?” Snapping his eyes up at him, he scoffs at him. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. Why are you making things much more difficult with y/n.”

“What are you now? Her boyfriend?” He scoffs again, busying himself in putting on his shirt. Please let that not be the case. He mentally crosses his fingers. “I wish to be.” Biting the inside of his cheek, he was sure Jaemin could see the clenched jaw and fisted hands. “But that’s not going to happen.” Jeno momentarily stops and Jaemin notices that. Trying to seem unfazed, he continues to put on his gear. “Poor you then.”

“You love her.” Getting frustrated, he drops his helmet back on the bench. A loud smack echoes throughout the locker that gains a few of the guys attention. “What is it that you want Jaemin? Are you here to tell me you’ll win over my best friend as well?! I mean let’s skip over the fact that you’re better than me in anything else…besides hockey which probably won’t take long before you’re better than me at that too, now you want to rub it in my face that you now have my best friend and lets not forget, the girl that I love!”

An awkward silence overfills the room as Jaemin looks at him boredly. Not once did he flinch at the boy’s words. “She loves you too.”

…

“What?”

“Don’t give it to her.” “Jeno? What are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be on in like two minutes-“ Cutting you off as he smashes his lips on top of yours. Your cheeks begin to feel hot when the people around you began to cheer. Whistles and praises that gain more attention of others.

“Yeah!” One of the guys yell.

Pulling away, you’re still shocked and a little lightheaded by the kiss. At some point even doubting that this was real and it was all simply an illusion. But you figure out it isn’t when you feel a hard shove come from behind you. Almost losing your footing but thankfully Jeno gets a hold of you. Fiery red hair comes in your view, an anger look on her face as she gets closer to Jeno.

“Uh oh.” A kid next to you mutters and just like that, a loud slap is heard throughout the stadium. Barely fazed by it, still looking straight at her. “How can you do this to me?! I throw myself at you and you still choose this..this…tramp!” You hated the attention you were suddenly getting, and the added comments from the audience wasn’t making it any better.

“Don’t worry Cherry you’ll find someone else to suck the life out of ‘em soon! “ one shouts. Laughter as she only grows more upset. “Shut up!”

“Cherry it was obvious from the start I was interested, and I’m sorry if I had you to believe otherwise.” He apologized, eyes though staring directly at you. “I was an idiot and wasn’t thinking, I should’ve just talked it out instead of hurting others feelings.” “Then why did you meet me at the lake?!” “You were blowing up my phone, I kinda had no other choice.”

Scoffing when she sees Jeno not paying an ounce of attention on her but instead you, she shakes her head and walks off. “Whatever your loss!”

Inching closer, he grabs the jersey out of your hands. Scrunching it up, he raises it up and puts it over you. Jersey engulfing you like it’s always had, he brushes your hair and fixes it for you. “I’m sorry.”

“I am too.” About to lean in again, a loud whistle is heard. “Lee, in the rink now!” His coach shouts, groaning he sighs and leans his forehead on top of yours. “Don’t leave, stay right here.” He tells you almost beggingly. Giggling you nod, “I won’t.”

“Today!”

“Coming!” He shouts holding back a growl. Eyes softening when he looks back down at you. Walking down the stairs, he gives you one last squeeze before letting go. Amused when you see him trip over a step by how often he kept looking back at you, you take the seat closest to you. Game about to begin you feel a breeze walk past you. Looking up, you see Jaemin. Shit Jaemin!

“Jaemin-“

“It’s okay y/n. Don’t sweat it.” “What are you doing here?”

“Spoke to Jeno.” “Really?” “Yeah, someone had to clear the air between you two and given you two were too stubborn to speak first. I stepped up.” He turns and grins at you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you nuzzle your face in his chest. “Thank you, you’re the best.” “Eh it’s nothing.” He says nonchalantly, rubbing his hand on your back.

Wrong. Jaemin began to grow feelings for you. For the longest he’s had but never dared do anything because well, everyone at school knew how loved up you two were for each other. Crazy how the only ones who didn’t know were yourselves. Taking the opportunity to get closer to you when word went out you two stopped hanging out. He soon came to realize that no matter how hard he tried you simply weren’t going to like him the same way. Looking over at the pictures you two took together was the hardest thing to do because he knew the very next day he’d have to let you go.

So maybe Jeno was wrong after all. Jaemin wasn’t perfect. He didn’t get everything in life, he wasn’t always first place or won anything and everything because he did end up losing. He lost the best girl he’s ever known. He wasn’t even close to gaining your love, not when Jeno was always around. Jeno was your number one person in your life and Jaemin couldn’t do anything but accept that.

The hug must’ve lasted longer than you thought. Before you knew it, a series of ooo’s were heard, pulling away you look over to see Jeno had knocked a player pretty hard into the board. Face serious as his eyes are quick to meet between the proximity of you and Jaemin.

“Well I think this is my cue to leave.” Jaemin claps his hands. “Good luck y/n.” He ruffled your hair and sends you a warm smile. “You too.” Watching him leave, you turn your attention back over to the game. Getting up out of your seat along with the others when his team scores a point. The loudest out of everyone, Jeno couldn’t help but grin like an idiot.

By the time the game ended, Jeno ignores his teams victory. Ignoring the praises and compliments he’s received. Speed passing by his coach as his eyes set on yours. Helmet, skates and gloves had already come off, embracing you as he lifts you off the ground. Attacking your face with pecks of kisses, loving the slight giggle you let out.

“God I love you so much.” He confesses seriously. “I love you.” You reply, leaning in. You kiss him, hand coming around to pull him closer no longer blushing when the students around make a big deal about it. “Ugh god you guys are so damn cheesy.” Ten mumbles as he walks past you two. Pulling away, the two of you look back and send Ten a look. Forgetting about it right after as you two go back to kissing.

“Be my girlfriend?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Kiss me again and I might just say yes.”

“Are they still going at it?” Mark asks as soon as he enters the house. Ignored, he picks up a pillow and chucks it at Yangyang. Surprised by the sudden blow, he takes off his Airpods. “What?” He looks over at his friend in shock.

The loud clapping noises immediately engulfed the living room along with loud moans. A creaking bed and the constant pounding on the wall. “Oh yeah, they’re still fucking.” Yangyang nods. “God I left two hours ago, how can you even stand being here?”

“Babe felt bad Jeno had to hear us having sex so she gave me no other choice but to stay here and endure my best friend getting laid.” He grumbles. “You guys are weird.” Mark simply says receiving a slight laugh from him. “Well I only came back for my sweater, I’ll be on my way to go the movies…with my girlfriend. Because it’s what normal couples do, not force the other to hear their best friend have sex with their partner.” “Yeah yeah I get it, now go get some at the movie theaters.”

Another pillow gets chucked at his head, “Jackass.” Mark mumbles before getting out the house. Yangyang was right though, but still.

“You gotta give us a break baby.” You mewl in your boyfriends ear. His relent on you still hadn’t seized, hand tightly gripping onto your thigh. Hair sticking to his forehead as the squelching noises continue to bounce off the walls. Going onto your guys fourth orgasm. Obsessed with you and only you, Jeno doesn’t understand why he would stop. He loves you, and this is one of his many favorite ways to show you how much he loves you.

Shaking his head, his hold on you tightens. Neck and chest covered in his dark marks. A trail that goes down to your stomach and onto your inner thighs.

“Yangyang still has a lot to hear.”

#nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct smut #nct reactions #mark nct #nct 127 #nct u 90s love #nct u imagines #nct u smut #nct series #nct jeno imagines #nct jeno #lee jeno smut #lee jeno #jeno x reader #jeno imagines #nct ten imagines #nct sungchan #nct yangyang

[thesingingrevolution]

I love them so bad

#AAAAAAQWWWAWWWWWW #i 90s love them #😀 #lol #nct winwin #nct yangyang #nct winyang

[schaujun]

#liu yangyang #yangyang #wayv #brown hair #90's love #costume

[fff777]

haven't gotten round to watching 90s love behind the scenes stuff yet but i saw a short clip where yy was introduced as soft boy and it's like don't know if that's how i'd describe him X'D

#thinking out loud #nct #wayv #liu yangyang #excited to check out 90s love stuff bc it's wayv + dream + sc

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — profiles (1)

the wannabe celebs and the actual famous friend.

it’s haechan and his electric guitar against the world. he might be a disturbance to others, but he couldn't care less. y/n doesn't bother him much until she is at his door step every other night spewing threats (that he totally doesn't like) often described as the common burden by others (y/n & jaemin), again, he doesn't care.

a very passionate cat lover is what those who knew renjun would call him. haechan would consider him his closest friend as the two have known each other for years. majority of the time he’s in his own world, tweeting into the void. a very blunt and upfront friend, no sugarcoating when it comes to renjun.

7/10 times if you come across renjun, you’ll most likely meet yangyang with him. that’s exactly how haechan met the peculiar guy, he was there one day and has been there ever since. the type of guy who wants to live life on the edge and loves being controversial and nosy. yes he does get ratioed on twitter, no he doesn’t care.

if there is someone that gets haechan’s passion for music, it’s jaehyun. a pretty famous singer who had blown up in just a year. gets a lot of engagement on his socials for both his looks and music. despite his busy schedule that prevents them from meeting much, haechan knows he can depend on his friend for anything.

master list — profiles 2

notes ; i don’t think i’ll ever come up with a username as good as grlscrshing but lpreqords has a ring to it too tbh

TAGLIST ; @90s-belladonna @pnkified @2jisungs @swee7dream @sinisxtea @en-dream @h-aecat @lostinneocity @sunflowerbebe07 @pookime @aerivrs @alethea-moon @yeritos @prettyrenjunn @manooffline @bath1lda @hyejooistic @emvrd @jaehyunastico @odxrilove @hyuckluvr-com @jaeims @ihyucksol @tddyhyck @dalsosapple @https-yeonjun @luvlyrenwoo @yoursyuno @lilacsxjoon @heymsperfectlyfine @mystverse @ne0c0r3 @casperbutnot-theghost @hyuckies18 @w3bqrl @ckline35 @nosungluv @luvvsnae @chcnlcs @cryingforgyu @thatgirlkay

#haechan smau #nct smau #nct dream smau #nct 127 smau #haechan imagines #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct dream imagines #haechan x reader #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct dream x reader #haechan texts #nct texts #nct dream texts #haechan fluff #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream social media au #haechan social media au #nct social media au #haechan scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #haechan x you #nct x you #nct dream x you

[haechanhues]

pairing : ot22 x reader. sm rookies! shohei/eunseok/seunghan x reader. sungtaro x reader.

genre : fluff + angst + suggestive content throughout. 

warnings : suggestive content from a certain point. implications of bullying, swearing. toxic relationships. further warnings at every preview, written chapter etc please tell me if there are warnings I may have missed. everything in this fic is fictional. 

summary : in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

status : ongoing

taglist : @matchahyuck @haisuken @dinonuguaegi @replayenthusiast @90s-belladonna @scftharu @ahnneyong @liliansun

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author’s note : now pls bear with me, this is kind of a concept that rattles me a little bit so pay attention to the previews which are listed as ‘phones’. timestamps aren’t necessarily important unless stated. i’ve had this idea in my head for 3+ years now and i've written about 13 chapters and i just cannot hold on any longer so here it is. 

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prologue :

P H O N E (1)

chapter one : hong seunghan

chapter two : osaki shotaro

chapter three : moon taeil

chapter four : matsushima shohei

chapter five : jung jaehyun

P H O N E (2)

chapter six : chittaphon leechaiyapornkul

chapter seven : park jisung

chapter eight : lee jeno

chapter nine : lee taeyong

chapter ten : jung sungchan

P H O N E (3)

chapter eleven : yuta nakamato

P H O N E (6)

chapter twelve : wong kunhang

chapter thirteen : kim doyoung

P H O N E (7)

chapter fourteen : song eunseok

chapter fifteen : na jaemin

chapter sixteen : lee donghyuck

chapter seventeen : mark lee

chapter eighteen : zhong chenle

chapter nineteen : liu yangyang

chapter twenty : johnny suh

chapter twenty one : dong sicheng

P H O N E (8)

#kflixnet #k-labels #nct fic #nct social au #nct #nct dream fic #wayv fic #nct 127 fic #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct smau #nct fluff #nct angst #nct suggestive #riize fic #sm rookies shohei fic

[theboytatu]

on my youth - wayv: a review

it's not often that i look forward to an album as much as i did with this one tbh, so it was a little hard to accept the song description SM dropped for on my youth before it was released. "low tempo emotional hip hop ballad" is definitely not what i look for in kpop/cpop (this term will be used interchangeably sorry to the way is cpop purists following me) and i immediately let my expectations drop to nearly zero when this came out. SM has had a very, and i mean VERY hit or miss year - probably a combination of the hybe/kakao takeover fiasco and industry-wide creative exhaustion - for all their idols, with long-awaited comebacks missing the mark abysmally or simply putting out subpar "fine at best" insipid music.

wayv's last (and only) full album was released in the midst of the 2020 lockdown - a time so different in every aspect but specifically in the kpop world it feels like it could have been a lifetime ago - and after their 9/11, lineup changes, months of delays and two mini albums with mixed results, it's safe to say this album was make or break for the group. with that lengthy foreword out of the way i am very happy to inform that wayv not only delivered - they surpassed all my expectations and managed to deftly execute what was in their case their most awaited comeback ever. here are my highlights from the album:

on my youth

like i said, i really didn't know what to expect for an emotional hip hop ballad but this song packs a punch like few other low tempo title tracks do. it seems to hit every mark for a minor key progression - the slow start, the build-up, the emotional first verse being delivered beautifully by xiaojun's superb ability to emote, along with a really nice, kinda muted instrumental that consists of piano, some synths and a restrained percussion.

it even manages to deliver on the required second verse slow rapping about how people say we're too young to know better - thanks to yangyang's personality shining through on these verses the shtick manages to go from cheesy to enjoyable, and even hendery allows himself a moment or two of true sincerity in his rap.

the chorus is a welcomed switch-up with a catchy hook that quickly becomes an ear-worm. it's the perfect balance to make this song go from b-side to title track material. the final chorus has an amazing instrumental climax that matches the grandiose, emotional vibe of the song's theme and it translates amazingly in the performance video's choreography.

overall this song might be top 3 wayv's title tracks depending on who you ask. for me it's definitely up there and i actually love the english version better because well, you can tell this was originally meant to be an english language song. i give it a 9/10 (and i famously hate slower songs)

poppin' love

a lot of people would say that this should've been the title track and they might be right. i'm not sure what the artistic direction for this comeback was built around, but the emotional title track was definitely picked for a reason over a more conventional, easy sell like this one. but this one is not only an easy sell, it's yet another hit that proves wayv is the best and most 90s boyband coded group in kpop right now - because they are perfect for it. they fit the vibes and the sound in a way that few, if none, other current groups can pull off without feeling gimmicky.

the chorus is sultry enough to keep it in the r&b territory but the added hip hop elements keep it super energizing. it's like if love talk and nectar had a baby. the selling point for me is the added harmonization they included in the refrain of "you're the only one" and it's so cool. it feels like the entire song is tightly built around the bassline and the high melody of the chorus - at 3:05 minutes it gives you the exact amount you need of everything. nothing lags behind and nothing fizzles out too quickly. it has enough grit to stick your hands into while reimagining the classic boyband elements enough to keep you on your toes. a HIGH 10/10 from me.

rodeo

this song is just bonkers. is it that groundbreaking or original? not really, but it manages to make it feel soooo exciting it's like i've never heard a dj snake beat drop in my life lmfaooo 😭 the vocals are crunchy enough to give me asmr when putting on my headphones. the instrumental while very basic edm still punches in with some cool drums - but of course the star of the show is the bass drop.

referencing lil jon in this should be enough to give them an award tbh. like this is giving nct 127 unserious club banger in the best of ways.... and they still hold it down with their own personalities. this is not markyong going crazy with himalayas, this is yangdery showing they can pull off subunit songs (and winwin is there too i guess) while doing whatever in the recording booth. rodeo is just a VERY enjoyable kpop rap line playground and trust that i will eat it up every time it comes on. 9/10

moonlight

there are songs that can be amazing when you play the album, and there are songs that you just instantly know will be superior if you hear them performed live. moonlight is the second kind, and the entire vocal structure is enough to make me want to see wayv at a concert at least once in my life.

the chorus is insane. the stacked vocals give it a depth that is almost cinematic and i do need to give kun, ten and xiaojun their tens for this accomplishment, but specially kun. sure - xiaojun might be the most technically gifted vocalist in the group and i am in love with his tone, but this song has kun all over the foundations. i dont have the stems for the track but i can bet my life that kun recorded at least five layers for that chorus. his tone is so distinctive i can almost only hear him during the high points of the song.

anyway, this song is super pretty. it's just gorgeously designed. i actually wish it was a vocal line only song because the compulsory rap additions do not fit with the rest of the atmosphere at all. still, this gets a 10/10.

lighthouse

when i heard this the first time i wrote "wayv outsold both exo AND shinee for ballad of the year at sm" and i stand by it. again, this style is just classic boyband slow tear jerker and they execute it perfectly. i'm a notorious hater of ballads in kpop and yet not only can i sit through this every time i put on the album, i actively seek it out. like holy shit, this only happens with exo for me.

the song is very straightforward - a heartbreak song about missing the girl they lost. but it's so well made it just works perfectly. another point where wayv need to be praised is their ability to emote. xiaojun specially is amazing at this - you can hear the yearning in his voice. i actually think ten has also learned from him because he comes across just as sincere in this. (kun does famously stiffen up which is not an issue here but still, xiaojun carries this ballad for sure). the instrumental is very cozy and i like how the whole track is designed to sound as if they're singing from just slightly behind you. 9/10

#wayv #this review is so fucking long lmfaoooo #idc i had so much fun doing it this album truly has THEE most replay value

[pathesisa]

the marketing strategy for wayv members is so wrong and i will try to explain: (this is not hating towards any members i love all of them)

1 - the first member is xiaojun, sm pushing xiaojun into korean market after that man left was a wrong move, he is not the most marketable member for korean people. he is mcing for 1 year and he is the wayv member who gets korean promo only (bare minimum compare to other units) but it doesn't work, never saw him in the brand reputation list; ten and winwin are the only members who made it to the list. anyways xiaojun is a vocalist who should be sent in singing programs korea already has kibum, bambam kind of male idols who have the same career strategy and are obsessed with gg groups yes short viral moments are good but being labeled as this would be bad for his future career because no one gaf about kibums albums in korea they only interesting his entertainer side, xiaojun is most versatile nct vocalist he needs to market himself as a singer more, if he wants korean fame he should sing in korean but even korean singers won't charting there so i think the best market for xiaojun is mainland, my boy is more talented than any chinese mainstream artist rn. he is just talented and needs to focus on his talents more than his entertainer side because it's shadowing his talents. i really want xiaojun release covers every week, i need his angelic voice. [someone asked about his visual, yes his visual is good and my top 3 in the whole nct but he is short and has a big head (idk why this is a beauty standard) which doesn't fit in korea and chinese beauty standards]

2- second one is winwin and probably most complicated member and i'm scared yunqis will attack me, please he and xiaojun are my biases don't attack me. winwin didn't set his foot in korea for months but being on the reputation list proves he is the most marketable member for korea, if i'm not wrong he fits kbs %90 or something, but he never makes friends there, never saw him with any korean idol outside nct members, he makes himself stuck in nct circle in korea, korean people loves handsome boyfriendable cute k-idols and winwin is perfect example for this but unfortunately ww never gaf about korean market all obsessed is chinese market. i went to nct nation at japan he got the most cheers, he was the only member trended on japan twitter, he went viral 3 times he went to japan which is even no wayv and any wayv member trended here because winwin become so popular after he made into japanese national news about his and satomi ishihara similarity, not even have to mention nct life osaka.he is the most popular member in indonesia but only went here 1 time. second most popular member in thailand. ph has his biggest fanbase he never went there. this dude has a terrible career plan, all he wants become popular in mainland china, he need to open his eyes. his manager probably hates him because it's not hard to make an overseas schedule for him.

3- hendery. he is the least interesting wayv member if we have to be honest. he doesn't know how to be a private. after that man left the company he had the most potential to shine but xiaojun handled the post-lucas era better than him. i don't like his and winwin's rap parts in wayv songs, even yangyang's these raps ruining wayv's songs for being pop perfection for me. i dont see a singer or rapper future for him, wukong was a terrible experience. but you know what he has big potential among all wayv members to become popular, he is so an entertainer. he should be sent with winwin into those variety shows instead of that man, he would be x2 big in the mainland rn. i mean with 0 promotions he is the 3rd most popular member in china, having bigger fanbases than xiaojun, kun, and yangyang who have more gigs in their bags. he is so popular in indonesia, i remember he went viral there every day after a hendery fic adapted to an indo-drama. he should consider acting in movies, wong kar wai needs to open his eyes.

4- yangyang.. a big wasted potential. he would be more popular than any chinese idol in korea if he debuted in a korean group.. he is so baby. he is so marketable there, hip-hop alt culture is so popular nowadays he could probably be friends with everyone. but the company made him mark 2.0, with no originality not saying he is the less talented because yangyang is the most talented member in wayv (yes more talented than ten) but the marketing strategy killed his all hype there. this man outrapping the top 2 nct rapper (ijbol) with his 3rd language with ease, but if marketing is wrong you will start 1-0 behind. the other marketing fault is making him ten's sidekick in variety shows, this is why his fanbase never grows. all yangyang stans also love ten they have very common fandoms he needs to promote with different people, 10velys will never let yangyang shine in a show there ten is also there. yall he needs to hang out with some korean dudes outside the nct members and do some collabs, trust me is would benefit him more than those tenyang contents. everyone thinks yangyang is benefiting ten in tenyang collabs but all yangyang get is overshadowed by ten because ten has a huge fanbase. being a duo with ten was the worst thing in his career now all he gets from these, annoying shippers and a hateful fanbase who hates him because they think he is using ten's opportunities. send him in a show as mentor than watched him. my talanted boy!

5- maybe he is not the most popular in any country but he has the biggest potential for his future after wayv because he is friends with every composer, and producer, improving himself, and growing his friend circle. he is the best with these. the friends that winwin, xiaojun, or yangyang made into the industry will never benefit them in the future but having producer friends means you have secured your position. instead of being hyped for 4-5 years and then being forgotten after new idols debuted, i will always prefer people like kun who have stable careers because he will still have the same fanbase even after 10 years. this is why i think he has the best strategy in wayv and dont want quick viral moments like didi line of wayv (hendery, xiaojun, yangyang), all people know him as the member who can do 20 things.

6- ten lee.. ace of the aces. being compared to with the ten lee would be biggest achivement for those nct members yall trying to believe us they are more taleted than him lol. wayv was the biggest miastake for his career. this dude want int fame, being 2000s popstar. relasing a fully english song without thai or chinese version just proving my point. he really dgaf about these markets. he should be debuted as a soloist at the first day now we probably would compare him with the taemin but now people only calling him taemin 2.0 and it's so sad. i think he and winwin really loves wayv because both of them have better chances outside the group but they are still with them. his album is doing so good and break some records and surpassed big soloist like taeyeon, seulgi etc. in spotify numbers. the company need to already start to organize his 2nd album even before wayv album sorry not sorry.

#kun #ten lee #winwin #xiaojun #hendery #yangyang #wayv #nct

[restlessmaknae]

After saving the world together, the son of Aphrodite takes it upon himself to get your attention by visiting your archery classes unannounced - much to your annoyance and much to everyone else's amusement.

➳ Characters: son of Aphrodite!Ten x daughter of Ares!reader/you

➳ Genre: Camp Half-Blood au, greek mythology au, comedy, enemies to lovers

➳ Words: 2.6k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, innocent lives taken, Ten is called stupid a few times (but reader is in denial, that's why)

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town❤️

➳ Check out: my NCT masterlist

➳ NCT taglist: @dat-town, @sweetjaemss, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @effulgentfireflies, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @squiishymeow, @heyditseeey

“No, widen your stance!”

“I’ve told you, you should stand at a 90 degree angle to the target!”

“What are you doing? You are not Hephaestus at work! Straighten your spine, you fool.”

It was never easy to be at Camp Half-Blood, but when you were the instructor instead of the pupil, it was even more difficult. You knew that not everyone can be a skilled archer like yourself - for instance, the kids of Aphrodite had never been one for archery -, but at least they should seem like they were trying. They should listen to you instead of going after their own heads or daydreaming about their crush in a different cabin. You were their instructor, for gods and goddesses’ sake!

Yangyang, one of the Hermes kids, let out a frustrated huff after another completely missed attempt, and instead of aiming at the target, he put one hand on his hip while holding the bow in the other, ready to throw it to the ground.

“Yangyang, you better not-”

As soon as he heard your authoritative voice and noticed your deadly glare, he pulled his lips into a (faked) innocent, boyish smile. That boy was one for tricks and smooth talking, but you never gave in to such behaviour. You were the daughter of Ares, the god of war after all. You didn’t come here to be messed with - you were determined to teach everyone how to do archery even if they were a seemingly hopeless case. Like Mark Lee who - despite being the son of Apollo, so supposedly excelling at archery - could not aim further from the target each and every time. At least, he was trying though. Even after yet again falling for Yuta’s trick (thinking that he got apple juice from the son of Dionysus, not actual alcohol), being hungover yet again, he was here, making the effort to aim at the target (even though his arrows flew everywhere like a firework).

“I was just imagining myself in a fight. I didn’t actually want to act on my intrusive thoughts,” Yangyang reasoned with a grin, and you just shook your head.

“I must warn you that we will have field archery soon, so if you can’t bring yourself to do target archery now, that will be even harder. As in, the target won’t be in a straight line like now.”

“Yes, I might stand a chance then,” Mark chirped gleefully. “I can’t bring myself to shoot in a straight line, but with field archery, I might have some luck,” he added beamingly, and you respected his optimism even though archery scarcely had anything to do with luck.

Either way, you walked up and down the archery field, correcting postures and suggesting to change bows, taking your job very seriously. After basically saving the world with a few other demigods, you decided to stay at the camp instead of leaving and trying to head for college because you knew that this camp needed some heavy training if there was ever another mission to accomplish.

Even though you were certain you could take on the world yet again, the more trained campers there were, the merrier. Besides, you couldn’t be everywhere all at once - last time you might not have been able to go and come back from the Underworld if Johnny, Kun and the others hadn’t protected the camp from a flock of monsters unleashed from the Underworld. Hades and Zeus had a beef yet again, and of course you had to be the ones to suffer the consequences.

Though it was not only you who decided to stay instead of going to college after finishing school…

“Oh, look who we have here!” The mellifluous voice of Aphrodite’s son reached your ears as you turned around even before he could signal his presence. Your hearing was good, and he didn’t exactly have the lightest steps - unlike yours, you were like a shadow, trained to be invisible and go around silently.

“Ten…” You gritted through your teeth even before you came face-to-face with his grinning face. This boy had too much confidence for someone who walked around half-naked (most of the time) and missed being shot (sadly all the time) when he decided to visit your archery classes. It seemed to be his favourite pastime activity these days.

“Don’t I look dashing today?” He inquired proudly as he swirled around in his robe. Because the damn boy wore a bathrobe, except that he didn’t bother to tie it in the front, so his whole chest was out on full display - much to the entertainment of some girls in your class.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t decide to march into my class aka march straight into the archery field all the time,” you mentioned, completely ignoring his question, as you pointed around. Ten literally walked to the centre of the field where you were supposed to say your instructions about the next exercise. If he had walked out just a few minutes earlier, someone might have shot him. Mark Lee probably would have.

“I’m sooooorry,” he pouted, but anyone could tell that it was fake acting on his part. No one did fake acting better than the Aphrodite kids. “I love you, Miss Instructor, and I just can’t bear not seeing you even for a day,” he winked at you, and you acted as if you gagged at him.

Just because you had saved the world together once, it didn’t mean that you were anything more than comrades at best. Even though you couldn’t deny that he had been there when you almost had a nervous breakdown because you had doubted your skills… Damn it, why did he have to see you at your worst?

“If you don’t want me to shoot you straight through your heart, I advise you to leave,” you warned him through gritted teeth, but as expected, he turned the tables.

“But you’ve already done that. Eros has nothing on you.”

There were a few murmurs hearing that, and a group of girls blinked at the two of you in confusion. Even though there had been rumours about you two having developed romantic feelings towards each other during the mission, they had died down a few days after your return. However, ever since peace settled into the camp again, the rumours had grown stronger again, and Ten was definitely not helping the situation with his ever so frequent (and very much unannounced) visits during your classes.

“Besides, I don’t think everyone despises my presence as much as you do,” he added smugly as he winked in a few, shushing girls’ direction. They shrieked excitedly at the gesture, acting like stupid teenagers in those stupid teen movies you had seen on TV before you realised that they were a load of trash. Well, they were teenagers after all.

“Shut up, Ten!” You rolled your eyes, and you were ready to push him off the field when he looked back at you, his lips slowly curling upwards, curling seductively, and you knew it, you could feel what was about to come. “If you dare to say ‘make me’, I’ll shove you off right now,” you added before he could open his mouth, but that just fuelled his fire even more.

“Looks like someone knows me too well.”

“Looks like someone chatted way too much on our way to literal Hell.”

“Well, I can’t deny that I had a good time.”

“Well, I didn’t,” you bantered with him because you could not let him win this one. You were the daughter of Ares, you didn’t just lose to a guy with the IQ of a fish.

Ten was about to open his mouth, but Johnny showed up in his usual training clothes, and you knew that it signalled the end of your class because the campers were supposed to have his lesson after yours. Yangyang was overjoyed at the arrival of the son of Artemis while Mark Lee whimpered that he wanted to try some more to see if he could have any luck today.

“Bye bye, Miss Instructor!” Ten waved at you as he was scurrying away, and you couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Johnny.

“He leaves only when the class is over, that dumbass.”

“Not gonna lie, he’s trying hard to get your attention,” Johnny pointed out, bemused, and you couldn’t help but realise that there had not been any rumours about Ten being with girls since you had returned to the camp together. Flirting with girls? Yes, he was still doing that, but he was the son of Aphrodite, it came with his blood, but being with girls and seen kissing girls like he had been before your mission… you had not yet heard such rumours. Maybe that’s why everyone believed that you were actually together.

You shrugged though, trying not to think of the way he looked at you, the way he held your hand and squeezed it and the way he had promised you that everything would be alright when your plan had almost fallen through during your mission.

Back then, you had just escaped the Underworld together with Ten only to get to know from Persephone that Hades was currently outside, doing god knows what. Meanwhile, storms were raging, tsunamis flooded cities, drought dried out lands of crops, and ultimately, people were suffering and dying as a consequence. That’s what you had always hated about the gods and goddesses: no matter what, they could never find peace, and whenever they stirred up trouble, it affected humans in the human world. Innocent humans, women, men, children, parents, sisters, brothers… All because these so-called mighty immortals could not control their feelings.

Your best chance afterwards had been to visit Hermes because he always knew where to find someone. At least, he knew where to start finding him. However, instead of a direct answer, Hermes had told you that his roadways had been distributed due to the turbulence in weather, so he couldn’t have helped you. Instead, he had directed you to Anemoi, the wind gods, because they might be able to lend you their compass to tell you the direction of Hades. For that, you had to travel to the Tower of the Winds in Athens, and on your way, you had not only lost precious time but also hope.

With Hades’ rage, many monsters from the Underworld had emerged, and you had to constantly battle through them as they had started popping up out of nowhere. You had been hurt, sleep-deprived and very, very tired of this whole thing by this point, no wonder you had not been in the best mood while you had been walking towards the Tower of the Winds (and to do that, you had to go there after closing hours and turn off the security cameras around, so ultimately breaking the law here and there), and Ten had picked up on it.

“Are you going to stay silent for the rest of the mission?” The boy had asked, breaking the silence that had been stretched between you two ever since the son of Aphrodite had realised that you would not react to his words, let alone snap at him for his stupidest ideas.

You had continued walking forward sulkily, not in the mood for small talk, but he had grabbed your wrist, making you turn towards him. Your immediate reaction had been to fight back, but he had seemed to expect that, hence he had yanked your other hand away before you could peel his fingers off.

“Hey, I know you’re mad, but it’s going to be alright. We’ll put an end to this soon, I can feel it.”

“You and your optimism…” You had tsked snarkily, your mood not at all lifted by his supposedly motivational words.

“I know you feel like the weight of the world is on you, and I know you think that I can’t compare to you which is, in a way, actually true because you can kick ass better than anyone at Camp Half-Blood,” he had started again, and hearing that, your lips had curled upwards just a bit. Only a bit. Ten wasn’t one to flatter anyone but himself, so his compliment had meant a lot to you.”But let me share that burden with you, just for the duration of this mission. You can go back to hating me afterwards, but let me help whenever I can.”

“I don’t hate you,” you had blurted out, your voice coming out raspy after not speaking up for so long. Hearing that, the boy’s eyebrows had elevated, and his lips had started to curl into a smile, but before he could have continued, you had added: “I just find you annoying.”

“I prefer annoyingly handsome, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he had joked, and you couldn’t have found the will in you to go against him, not this time.

When he had let his features become solemn again, he had just stared at you for a few seconds, and you had this jarring feeling stirring up something inside your heart. You weren’t one to let anyone close to you, but spending so much time together while hopefully saving the world had undeniably brought you two closer and he had seen you in so many ugly and vulnerable situations (such as meeting your father on the way to Hermes, and having to hear from him that you had been nothing but a nuisance in his eyes because someone who was focused on battle all the time shouldn’t have made the mistake of having a child like you, a girl on top of that even though he had had many love affairs during his lifetime), seen you sleeping with your hands balled into fists, your knife by your side, seen you cry when some monsters from the Underworld had attacked a child, and you couldn’t have saved her… So yeah, the list was long by that time.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you. It will be alright, I promise,” he had told you, and this time, it had seemed convincing. You had felt yourself soften a bit, and may it have been because of your less alarmed body language or the solemnity of the situation, but the boy had squeezed your hand and you had let it, you had let him do so.

For once, you had wanted someone to hold you like that, so you wouldn’t need to be the one to always keep yourself together, and no matter how much you would have wanted to deny it, it had been him. The one you had supposedly found annoying and bratty and self-centered before this very mission.

“Hey! Are you okay? You had been zoning out a bit,” Johnny’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, and you shook your head in an attempt to shake off the remaining parts of the flashback. You swore you could have felt the ghost of Ten’s touch on your fingers though.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. I still find him annoying,” you clarified as a belated point to your previous conversation, and let Johnny smirk to himself all he wanted, you headed to your own cabin.

A voice in your head gawked at you though, repeating the same word over and over again: liar, liar, liar…

Maybe one day, you will be brave enough to confront your feelings instead of denying them, but that day was not today.

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GLASSES & JEALOUSY

Synopsis: You’re in a great relationship w/ the team captain Mark Lee. But there’s something keeping you two from moving forward, a hint of jealousy and the old childhood friend.

Warning: Smut! Like lots of it. Bit of angst and harassment involved. Obsessive behavior, stuck up kid, complications, jealousy , neglect, Creampie, choking, use of ‘baby’ & more. Religion involvement. Corruption kink. (It’s literally so bad I’m so sorry!)

Pairing: Mark x shy ‘innocent’ reader

Read this first to better understand -> YANGYANG

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

“Fuck Mark!”

You yell out in ecstasy. Eyes rolled back, hands gripped on the sides of the sink. Legs wrapped around your boyfriends who’s currently balls deep in you. Your glasses slowly falling off of your face. Oh god just seeing you like this had Mark coming right then and there. The adrenaline rush becoming too much for him.

He absolutely loves how fucked out you look because of him. You see you’re like the school’s it girl. Highest grades of the entire school. Never once missed school nor gotten any referrals of any kind. The sweetest and some might even say the most ‘innocent’ girl in the campus. You can do no harm and will do anything to help others. All you want is to go to your dream university and live a great life because of education. Yeah no. When Mark set his eyes on you it was in the 9th grade. He just got into the team but in order to get himself situated he had to hand his forms into the coach who was at the time printing more scouting papers, who would later file them into the school system. When entering he saw you in there reading. He didn’t know who you were since you came from a different middle school.

It all progressed when he started asking around and later figured out who you were. Your name stuck in his head. And when he learned more about you his fantasy in becoming friends with you and maybe even be more than friends progressed. His dream came true when you two became friends by the end of the year and spent all summer hanging out. He was your first and took his absolute time with you. Making his goal to taint each and every part of you one by one. He loves how cute and adorable you get when it comes to your studies and passion for your future. But it becomes so overbearing he has to fuck the overwhelming feeling into your poor little pussy. And now here you two are.

In the 11th grade with him fucking your brains out in the shower rooms. Mark just won yet another game the fourth time in a row and is currently celebrating it with you having your walls tightly wrapped around him. “God I love your cute ass” he whispers into your ear. Nose colliding into yours as he pounds into you harder. Your tiny moans filling into his ears as it only encourages him more to have you sobbing for him. “Markie it’s too much baby.” Your mewls barely go heard. Growling, he pulls your shirt down and proceeds to suck your tits. Making sure to have your chest filled with marks everywhere. A reminder for the next time he has you this way how good he fucked you the previous time.

“Markie!” You gasp, arms wrapped around him tightly as your orgasm gets the best out of you. “Yes baby. Fuck I love you, god I love that sweet cunt of yours.” He rants. Feeling delirious the more he fucks his orgasm into you. “Shit. Shit!” Attaching his mouth into your neck as his load explodes into the condom. Both of you guys breathing heavily as sweat consumes you guys. Pulling him off of your shoulder, you pull him eagerly into a kiss. Loving those sweet lips that makes you dizzy for more. Pulling back slowly, his once lustful eyes are back to his cute dorky self. “Cutie” he mumbles softly. Giggling, you become shy and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Laughing, feeling his chest rumble softly. He sets you down softly. Planting a loving kiss to your temple.

“We better get going. One of the guys might come in. Don’t want them seeing you like this.” Nodding, you start to dress yourself up. In the mirror, you see yourself. Hair disheveled but makeup still on point. Fixing it a bit you also fix the position that your glasses were currently like. Pulling up your skirt and short sweater that showed a bit of the hickies Mark left you. Smiling contently when you feel your baby’s arms wrap around you. Kissing your shoulders softly. “Why must you wear such revealing clothes?” He asks you in mumbles. Catching it still, you snort and turn to face him. “What?” “You just look so damn ravishing it’s hard to not fuck that cute pussy of yours.” Smacking his chest you scold him, “Mark!” “What? I’m just saying. You know I don’t lie baby.” “Yes but do you have to be so blunt and bold?” “Baby I just fucked you in the shower room and you’re worried that I’m being too bold?” Lost for words, you shrug your shoulders and cuddle yourself into his chest.

He laughs and hugs you tightly. “Just wish you wouldn’t wear this type of clothing” he tells you. Lifting a bit of your skirt, getting a peek at your red thong. Holding back a groan and eyes rolling to the back to his head. “Does it bother you that much?” “No, but the guys at school are pigs, who knows what they’re thinking when they see you.” “So you’re embarrassed of me?” You tell him slowly. Pulling back to face him. “No! Of course not it’s just you know how the boys in school are-“ “And I need to change because of how the boys act? It’s not my fault the male species are pigs and can’t be decent people for once.” “Baby don’t take it the wrong way-“ “Mark have you seen the way girls behave towards you? They kiss each and every floor tile you’ve ever stepped on. The way they drool over you when you take your gear off and your stomachs gets exposed for like a second yet you don’t change your ways.”

“Yeah but that’s different-“ “Different?” “Baby please hear me out-“ “You know Mark I don’t understand really. You don’t want me wearing these sorts of clothes because you’re afraid boys might think dirty things of me or try to do something to me. Yet it’s not a problem when girls do it? Have you ever stopped to think how I feel? How you don’t seem to care when they do the same thing you’re afraid guys will do to me?” Going quiet, you scoff and pick up your bag off the ground. “Call me when you’re done being hypercritical.” Walking out the shower rooms. You make your way out. Ignoring his calls after you. Getting in your car, you quickly get out of the lot before he reaches your vehicle. Seeing a hurtful looking Mark in front of the stadium.

After hours since you got home to an empty house, you hear your door bell ring. Getting out of your seat from your current studying. You go down the stairs and open the door only to be met by a regretful Mark in frame. A clear vase with stickers filled with pretty cosmos. A bag of gooddies hanging on his arm. “Forgive me please?” Grabbing the vase from him, you let him in and close the door behind him. Walking past him and into the kitchen, where you add a bit of water for your favorite flowers and leave them by the window sink. Turning around, there stood a pouty Mark. Face to face where they were only centimeters away. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to offend you and I know I wasn’t being fair to you. I just worry for you and don’t want you to get hurt by those jerks. I’m also sorry for not doing anything when girls do that to me I promise I won’t let them get away with it-“ cutting him off, you wrap an arm around his head and pull him into you.

Dropping the back of food on the floor, he grabs your waist and picks you up. Arms underneath your bottom as you deepen the kiss. A sigh leaves his mouth, already have missed your lips. Pulling away when you guys were running out of breath. “So…am I forgiven?” Giggling, you nod and kiss his nose. “Yes you big awkward baby.” Rubbing noses with him, he chuckles and flashes you that cute smile you fell so madly in love with. “Good because I couldn’t go on with my day knowing you were upset with me.” “Well i’m not anymore.” “Want to Netflix and Chill?” He asks you, wiggling his brows at you. You laugh and smack his shoulder. “Get those dirty ideas out of your head!” “I can’t you’re too hot to not think this way. So…yeah?” Biting your lip, you nod at him. Not needing any verbal words. He sets you on the ground and picks up the bag of food.

Squealing when he picks you up suddenly. Legs on his shoulders as he runs up the stairs and into your room. Closing it behind him and plops you onto the bed. Grabbing your remote, he gets comfortable in your bed and turns on the tv while you go through the bag he brought. He knew exactly your favorite kinds of snacks and bought each and every single one of them including his jersey. “What?” Showing it to him, he looks over and sees you holding his shirt. “Oh yeah, I know how much you love wearing my jersey and since I had to wear it today, I washed it and brought it back so you can continue wearing it.” He says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. Not seeing them turn a slight shade of pink because you began to take off your shirt. That same groan he held back earlier wanting to erupt again when he saw your matching red bra. Putting on his jersey, you threw your shirt on your dirty basket of clothes. Climbing on Mark’s lap in which he swallows. Eyes rested on you. “You do know that we haven’t gone to the Netflix part yet right?” Laughing, you couldn’t contain it, snuggling him in kisses he laughs with you and hugs you tightly.

“God I love you, you know that?”

“Sure do handsome”

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“Mark my p-parents - oh fu- Are here.” You say in between gasps. Jersey lifted to reveal your bra, in Mark’s fists as he has you pinned onto the bed. With a rapid pace he is ramming into you. His chain dangling, every once and a while coming contact with your cheek.

Not being able to get through the movie you two chose to watch. “Come on baby, cum for me.” He says. Breath hitched as he concentrates in satisfying his baby and him. Ignoring the fact that your parents were home and most likely going to check up on you. Mouth wide open as you became lost for words. “Markie we’re going to get caught-“ feeling your orgasm hit you, legs wrap tightly around his waist as he grabs your wrists and interlocks his hands with yours. In your ear, he mumbles how good you’re taking him. “Y/n sweetie! We’re home!” You hear your mother call out to you from down the hall. “Markie-“ “Fuck baby I’m coming shit!” He whispers.

“Hi sweetie!”

“H-Hi mom!” You tell her. Opening the door to your room in which you are on your bed. The movie still playing and your snacks displayed out on your bed. “Having a movie night?” “Yep, thought I should treat myself tonight.” “I’m glad, me and your father brought Chinese food if you want some?” “I’m okay thank you.” “Of course it’ll be on the counter if you want it later. Is that a jersey?” “Oh yeah, my favorite team” You tell her nervously. “And Mark I’m assuming is your favorite player?” “Yep!” “That’s nice, well I’ll let you back to your movie and snacks. Night sweetie.” “Night mom!” closing the door behind her, you let out the breath you had held in. Mark crawls out from under your bed. Smirking as he climbs back onto the bed he just fucked you in.

“Oh no mister no more dirty humping for today.” Whining, he gets under the blankets and cuddles. “But not even-“ “No” “How about if I eat you o-“ “Mark!” You scold him in whispers. “Alright fine but tomorrow if I’m horny can’t promise you I can keep it down.” “Markie if you wake up with blue balls and close to tears I might just think about it.” Huffing, “So I’m your favorite player huh?” “Actually no it’s Sungchan but since I don’t have his jersey -ouch!” Feeling him smack your bum when he heard you mention Sungchan he holds you tightly and kisses your jawline. “I’m kidding baby” you snicker at him. “You better be. Can’t be naming my teammates especially when I just fucked you in my jersey.” Blushing, you looked away from him.Giggling at you, he runs a hand through your hair and feeds himself. “So cute.” Ending the night with a cuddling boy in your arms.

In a hurry, you rush into the corridors of the school. Always liking to get to school a little earlier than most kids arriving 10 minutes before the bell rings was already late for you. Rushing to your locker you huff as you try to open it. Frowning when it wouldn’t budge you begin to tug at it, “Open” you say underneath your breath. “Left baby.” You hear your boyfriends voice come from behind. Furrowing your brow you step aside as he opens your locker for you. “Since when have you known my code?” “Since that pretty little head of yours tends to have trouble holding in anymore info.” With a smile you boop his nose and begin grabbing the items needed for your first period. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist he nuzzled his head in your shoulder. Rocking the both of you slowly side to side. “Is there something you want to tell me babe?” Closing the locker behind you, books propped against your chest.

Gladly taking them out of your arms, Mark holds your stuff as he leans in and pecks a kiss on your lips. Cheeks becoming rosy as you still aren’t too used to the affection. No matter how long you two have been together you still can’t get over how flustered you get when he shows you affection. Mark wasn’t seen as the type. And even before you two dated you thought Mark wasn’t into you by how distant he was. As if there was a border between you two. The first ever pda he showed you was right before he asked you to be his girlfriend. Rubbing away the ice cream on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you. Even the memory of it still has your stomach all tingling. Propping your nose higher on your nose, you mutter a small thank you to him.

“Remember the newest friend I made yesterday?” “Oh yeah who helped knock some sense into you?” With a short chuckle he nods. “Can you uh, help her fit in with us? I mean given that you’re one of the few girls in the group and I know she’ll need a new girl friend and all, I mean that’s if you’re totally fine with that. I don’t want you to think you have to or anything-“ pecking his cheek you giggle and nod. “So cute when you ramble.” Groaning he turns away from you. “Y/n!” “What?” You laugh. Seeing how shy and nervous he gets when you return the affection, not really handling it well which results in him to become pouty. “Okay where can I meet her?” “Her locker should be somewhere near the entrance.” Nodding you go to grab your books from him but it only results in him backing away. “I’ll take these.“ “But-“ “Nothing. We have first period together so you go get yourself a friend and I’ll see you in a few okay?” Nodding you smile at him as you part ways with him.

“Since when do you bring your stuff with you minutes before the bell?” Jeno raises his brow. “Oh come on Jeno don’t be so slow. Don’t you see how nice and organized the notebooks are? Mark couldn’t have done that.” Scoffing at Ten he sets the books down and takes a seat next to the guys. Haechan and Sungchan were currently out on the grass playing a simple game of catching and throwing a football. Picking up one of the notebooks, Winwin reads it out loud. “Y/n.” “Aww!“ Haechan says loudly. “So cute you’re even carrying her stuff, my boy is whipped!” He screams, shaking his hands in adoration. “Shut it.” Mark huffs. Having to put up the rest of the minutes with their constant teasing he rushes out as soon as the bell rings. Shaking his head when he hears them say, ‘Go Jack! Run to Rose!’

“So how’d it go?” Mark asks setting your stuff down. Having seats next to each other you look up at him with a pleased smile. “She’s sitting with us at lunch.” Tilting your head to the side and flashing him a smile. A habit you do when you’re content. Chuckling he nods, “I’m glad you two got along.” “Baby?” “Yeah?” “You’re books…” looking down at his desk the realization that he forgot his stuff at the locker settled in. Jumping out of his seat, “Oh shit!” Running past the teacher who had just entered, freezing mid greeting when he looks at his student rush out the classroom in confusion. Looking back at you which he knew he spent most of his time with, you only sit back in your seat and giggle.

“Markie we have to go back.” You whimper. Trying to push him back and walk out, he grips his hold on either side of you. Caging you as he continues to assault your neck. “We still have three more minutes.” “Yes but we need to get our stuff and go to lunch. You know I have to find my new profound friend-“ gasping when Mark picks you up and puts his crotch against your heat. “Feel that my love?” He whispers low enough for you to hear. “You did that.” You felt dirty. You shouldn’t be doing this. The fact that this isn’t the first time is even more wrong. You go to church, the people there see you as goodie two shoes and now here you are making out with the ice hockey team captain. You should be shoving away and say to wait til after school but the proximity of being so close to him can send you haywire. Head fuzzy as all you feel is lust. “Don’t you want me?” He asks you in a low tone. Whimpering as he puts more pressure on you. You wanted him but the many risks you guys had taken was too many. But you wanted him close, you wanted his mouth all over you.

“Markie your mouth.” “What about it baby? Say it. Say what’s on your mind.” Seeing the smirk on his face he expected you to beg him to do something to you. While on campus he’s seen as this dominant guy. Who knows what he wants and will fight for it. Knows how to take control and won’t put up with anyones bull. Whereas at home he becomes this pup who constantly wants your attention. Pouting when you don’t say ‘I love you’ back quickly after he says it. Lifting up your shirt, you pull your bra down. Mark’s breathing becoming raggedy as soon as you reveal your breasts in front of him. Brushing a hand through his hair you lift his chin to look at yours. That damn innocent look that’s naturally there on your face looking at his heated face. “Please suck me.” You plead him. With a groan, he feels his pants tighten. Most definitely getting blue balls.

Without another say. He leans his head down and begins sucking on your tits. Squeezing the other to give it an equal amount of attention. Slowly grinding into you as he only gets more sexually frustrated. Sucking harder and harder the more he thinks about fucking his cock in between your tits. Your moans getting louder, he looks up at you. The stern look he gives at his team mates to quit it was thrown at you. The small custodian room can only hold so much noise. Mouth wide open when he flicks his tongue on your nipple. Hickies forming everywhere, hearing the bell ring you whine. You wanted more time with him. God damn it you wanted him to fuck you right then and there but that couldn’t be possible. “Come on Mark-“ a sound of disapproval when you try to pull him off you. Pulling you closer with his arms as he as he buries himself in your breasts.

When he felt content that is when he pulls away. A proud smile on his face when he sees you tired out, chest heaving as there were beautiful purple marks on your chest. Cupping your face he kisses your face gently. “My baby.” He coos. Helping you to fix yourself up you two walk out after making sure no one was around.

“What’s going on?” You ask Mark. Both girls rush out while a confused Yangyang stands alone. Mark shakes his head, if only his friend really got the hint. “What?” Yangyang asks him. “And I thought I was slow.” Tilting his head at your boyfriend. Mark turns to you and smiles at you warmly. Pulling you in his lap as you happily ate your lunch. Kissing your shoulder gently while conversing with the guys. “Jeno gimme.” You huff when he keeps snatching a utensil out of your tray. Chuckling he continues to pester you. Finding humor in your annoyance. Wincing when he feels a kick on his shin. Looking over and seeing your boyfriend continue to talk with the other guys as if he wasn’t the one who kicked Jeno. Finding it boring, Jeno gives your stuff back and finishes up the homework needed to be due in math. “Still struggling?” Scoffing he nods. “You don’t know it.” “Why don’t you ask your best friend?” Shaking his head softly as he stares at his nails. “She’s too busy with her boyfriend. Wouldn’t even have the time.” He says with a sigh. It was no news that Jeno has had the biggest crush on his girl best friend but it seems that she’s never returned the feelings. Boyfriend after boyfriend he had to come face to and never once was he one of them. What really broke him is when he accidentally walked in on her and her boyfriend making out. It still hurts him but his only way to cope is to imagine him being in her boyfriends shoes. Him being the one to make out with her and love her.

With sadden eyes you reach over and rest your hand on top of his. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. How heart breaking it would be to see Mark with other girls and never once seeing you as an option. A potential crush even. Mark didn’t need an explanation to know what you were thinking, with a hand rubbing your side you look back at him and see him sending you a soft warm filled smile. Returning it, you blow him a kiss and continue eating.

Jogging onto the park grounds. You rush to the swings, in a race to beat Mark to them. “I won! You’re slow.” You shake your head in fake disappointment. With a smug look, he accepts the defeat. He knew obviously if he were to actually try, you wouldn’t even make it to the grass while he had already gotten to the swings. Love seeing the pure happiness on you was all he ever cared for. Strived for too. “Oh darn baby I’m losing it.” He sighs while walking over to the swing next to you.

“Push me Mark.” Quirking a brow at you, he chuckles. “Aren’t you big enough to swing yourself.” Pouting, you huff and go to push yourself. Looking up when you feel a hard surface hit your back. Well more like Mark’s abs. Taking a hold of the chains, he lifts you up and begins to push you. Loving how nice the air felt each time you went down. Laughing each time he tickles you once you meet back to him. wanting nothing but take a picture of the scene, Mark can only stare in awe. Not realizing his love for you is only expanding rapidly.

“Okay! Okay let me push you.” You announce, trying to stop yourself from swinging. He grabs on the chain, taking your spot. You wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing his temple, you go to pull back and begin pushing him. “Markie.” You giggle when he keeps a hand on your hand. Attacking you in kisses all over your face. Desperately trying to hide your face in his neck from the sudden attack. Finally letting his hold on you go, you fix your hair. Laughing along Mark who only teases how flustered you already got because of him.

While doing so, your smile drops immediately when catching sight with someone from church. Better yet from your religious classes, son of your parents friends, Eric. You didn’t really have a problem with him but a bad trait of his was that he used every single information about you to your own disadvantage. Anything about you he uses to get you in trouble if you needed to. In this case, Mark would be the cause for you being heavily grounded and shamed for. You weren’t allowed to date until you became of age and lose your virginity until marriage. Your parents even bought you a purity ring, and while they believe you’re keeping this holy promise. Mark laughs mockingly at the ring every time he’s pounding you onto any surface he happened to push you up on. Mark knew of you keeping your guys relationship a secret and he isn’t upset. Instead he’s very understanding, but Eric. He’s never met Eric. And god what an awful timing.

“Mark walk away, quickly.” “Why? Something wrong?” Tapping his shoulder to quickly get him up. He does so upon filled with confusion. Muttering lots of ‘what’ and ‘everything okay’s, pushing him to get going but it became too late when Eric had caught sight on you.

“Y/n! Wow long time no see!” He greeted you. “Oh! Hey Eric! I see you’ve changed, like loads of it.” Waving you off, Eric was no longer the scrawny boy he was back in your guys religious class. He too worse glasses and now changed to contact. Curly brown hair now straightened and jet black. Muscles blushing from his arms and seemed to have grown 5 inches. “You too, I see you still keep the glasses around though.” He playfully nudges the glasses you’ve had for years now. Swatting his hand you groan. Rolling your eyes playfully you smile at him awkwardly. Forgetting what was at stake, Eric’s eyes set onto Mark’s awkward figure. Still having no clue who the hell Eric was to you.

“And this must be…?” “Cousin!…my cousin’s friend. Yeah, he uh has trouble with his math homework but given it’s too stressful for him we’re hear to kinda help him relax a bit.” You chuckle nervously. Eyeing you, Eric nods reluctantly. “Oh…okay. Well whenever you’re done tutoring him contact me. Definitely need help on my homework too, Bio really can be a pain.” “Will do.” “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Bye Y/n, bye…” “Mark.” He says seriously. No smile, no expression. Nodding, “Mark. Nice seeing you two…oh and by the way what cousin of yours exactly?” “Jeno’s! Yeah pretty tight friends. Why?” “Oh nothing. Just wondering.” Flashing you one last smile before walking off, you let a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.

“Cousin’s friend mhm?” “I’m sorry baby.” You pull him into a hug. “He’s a son of my parents friends. I knew him from my religious classes, always wanted us together. My parents thought me being with a good kid would influence me to be just like him.”

“And you don’t want him knowing about us because…” “C’mon Markie use that big head of yours.” “Wow is my angel catching an attitude?” He raises a brow. You laugh and pat his chest. Resting his forehead on top of yours, staring into your eyes as he waits for you to continue.

“He’s like my parents personal stalker. Anything I do he goes and tells them. Heck I don’t even have to do anything bad but he still manages to make it suspicious enough that my parents scold me for it.” You mutter. “I’m sorry you’re stuck having to put up with that.” Shrugging, he kiss him unexpectedly. “Doesn’t matter I have you…that’s all that matters.” Nodding approvingly, he intertwined your hand with his and left the park. “My place baby? Or do you got to go home.”

Checking the time on your phone, you shrug. “Guess I got some time left before I must actually be home. Your place it is.” Letting you in his car, he closes the door after you buckle up. While he drives off, the familiar bulked figure lingers in the park. Seated on a bench far away, he eyes the leaving vehicle. Didn’t catch you two become cuddling but did see you guys leave. Deep down he knew what you said was a cover up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it all.

Sitting on the cold bleachers. You watch your boyfriend practice with his team mates. Hearing the clashing sounds of bodies hit one another, ice being scraped by the stick. Taking off his helmet, his silver gray hair sticking to his forehead. Chest heaving he looks over to where you sat. Winking at you, dropping the smile when you hear loud squeals come behind you. Turning around, you see three girls had sat behind you. Wondering who they were here for, it was made quite obvious the second Mark had walked up to you. “I’ll be out in 10, wanna wait here?” Silence overtaken the room once the guys had walked into the locker rooms. Feeling the intense stares from the girls behind you, you shyly shake your head. Standing up and going to walk off, Mark grows confused.

Going to run after you, he stops when he hears a voice call for him. “You did great out there.” The one in the middle said seductively, twirling her hair as she flashed her lashes at him. One on her right glares at you as you turned to look back at your boyfriend. Sighing, you don’t let him catch up to you or what you thought he would and leave the stadium.

It definitely took longer than 10 minutes.

And by the time he did finally get out, he wrapped an arm around you. Your energy was lowered and you didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t like the reason for it was because of some possessive girls who think they had a shot at your boyfriend. Shaking the terrible feeling off, you go on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. Smirking at you, he pulls you closer to him. Kissing your forehead continuously as he moves both of you guys side to side. “Love you baby.” He tells you softly. Lifting your hand up to where his arm rested on your shoulder, you interlock his fingers. “You hungry?” You had asked him. When he nods, you pick up the pace and lead him outside.

“Good because I’m starving and I really wanted to eat at this place I heard from Jeno’s friend. Would really like to check it out.” Following him, the two of you made your way on out. By the next morning, you did your usual routine in getting ready for school. Only this time, going down the stairs you stop as soon as you see Eric standing there with your parents. “Eric?”

Flashing you a smile, your mother besides him claps her hands. “Y/n great news! Eric will be attending your school! Isn’t that great? You two can make up the time you lost and finally reconnect. I���m sure you two will have a blast knowing you guys can spend more time with one another.” Jaw slacking, you merely nod as you watch your parents be glad having Eric to be going to the same school as their daughter. Your father patting his back as he bids you two in a great day at school. “Aren’t you glad sweetie?” Your mother asks you. Eyes silently telling you sternly to say something nice. Nodding, you send a small tight smile at Eric’s way. “Great! Well since he’s already here, I figured he should take you to school.” “Oh mom I don’t think-“ “I’d love to do that.” Eric interrupts you.

Turning your head, you see him already staring right at you. A chill run down your arm at the way his eyes looked at you. As if he was examining every bit of you. Gripping your backpack tighter to you, you nod hesitantly. “Okay then.” With an excited grin, your mother walks the both of you out. Getting into the passenger seat, you look out the window. Not bothering to speak to him and you only wished he didn’t try to make conversation but rather turn up the music.

“So how have you been?” He breaks the tension, barely. Nodding you answer him quickly. “I’ve been okay. Doing me. And you?” “I’ve been good!” The awkward silence began to settle in again and all you could’ve hoped is for the ride to come to an end soon. “So um…why’d you move schools?”

“Well I didn’t really like my old school and my parents said the one you went to was very nice so I had asked them if I can go attend there and they said yes. So now I’m here.” Smiling at you, head turning to you once the car comes to a red stop light. Not speaking anymore, you look out the window once again. Head running through thousands of thoughts. How were you going to keep seeing Mark if Eric’s going to be attending the same school as them. As soon as he finds out the truth you’re done for. Not only that, you knew for a fact Eric will be listening and watching at all times. Worse, your boyfriend happens to be the school’s Hockey team captain. Anyone and everyone speaks on him and his beloved girlfriend even the staffs and teachers.

Biting the inside of your cheek each time your nerves kick in, leg bouncing rapidly. You turn around to look at the boy driving when he begins to chuckle. “What’s got you so nervous?” “Me? Nervous? I’m not nervous.” You shake your head. Fidgeting with your hands, averting your eyes. “Please I know you so well. You’ve always did the little things to tell you right away.” “So you’re saying I have a tell?” “Oh yeah, the leg bouncing, chewing the inside of your cheek, fidget of your fingers and eyes averted all of it. Come on, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?”

Ignoring the compliment, you shrug. Never one to be good at lying you only managed to come up with a decent cover up that wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Just wondering how things are going to be with you around.” “Is that bad?” “No! No, it’s just last time we went to the same school was back in elementary school.” “Ah yes 6th grade I remember.” Remembering the memories of you two in elementary, Eric laughs at a faint memory of you both.

“You were so small, you still are but. Everyone saw you as the innocent one, so many wanted to be your friend because you never judged anyone. And still you’re still the ray of sunshine I know you to be as.” His hand rests on your knee momentarily. Heart beat stopping, now even more tended to be near him. You never understood if he was naturally this touchy. But whatever his reason was, you moved your knee away from him. Playing it off to make it seemed like you were adjusting yourself. Seeing the familiar school come into view, you grabbed your backpack and prompt it on your lap. When finding a parking spot, you notice a few had already started staring at the unfamiliar vehicle. You original plan was just to get out, thank him for the ride and go but you knew your conscious wouldn’t let you especially since he’s new.

So when getting out, a few whispers were already starting. You and a new guy which no one ever saw around, people found him attractive. Seeing him help you with your books as he smiles down at you. Something people already consider coupley looking. “Did they break up?” You heard one whisper to their friend and you only hoped Eric didn’t hear it. Picking up speed to go inside, Eric doesn’t speak on it. “Will you help me find my classes?” Looking between him and the hall guiding you to your locker, you wanted to tell him to go to the office, knowing they had students who were qualified to help new students around. But not wanting to seem rude, you merely nod. “Thank you!” He grins at you and follows you to the direction of the office. When entering the staff there ignored you guys. Doing whatever it was on the computer. Hearing Eric clear his throat, the few other students there needing assistance as well watch him through the corner of their eyes.

“Excuse me ma’am, but me and a few other students are in need of assistance and it seems like you can attend us if I’m not mistaken?” The cranky old woman about ready to snap at whoever dared try ‘demanding’ her for help stops herself when seeing him. “Oh! You must be Eric Kim! I’ve met your father, very professional man and if I may admit an overall gentleman. How may I help you?” Ignoring the other students who had arrived before you guys furrow their brow. “Came here for my class schedule miss.” “Oh please call me Mrs. Kang.” “Of course Mrs. Kang.” Seeing how easily Eric manages to woo the cranky staff no one really likes being dealt with, you’re glad you two manage to leave the office rather quicker than you anticipated.

“Wow.” You say. “What?” “Oh it’s just, she’s so…” “Cranky?” “Yeah. And you managed to simply decay all of that.” Laughing he shrugs his shoulders. “You should thank my father, if it wasn’t for him we would still be there waiting.” “Well thank you Mr. Kim.” Handing you his schedule, he begins to ask you series of questions. “Any of them we share together?” “Oh um …well wow we share quite a lot.” “Oh yeah?” Eric’s voice slightly pitched from his usual tone.

“Yeah only classes we don’t share is our last two. Guess first period we should be heading off to.” “Guess we shall-“ “Oh no wait! I have to put some books in my locker.” “Okay well I’ll come with, I mean I don’t know my way around so.” “Okay yeah.”

More whispers were made the more the hallways got packed. Ignoring it, you quickly rushed to your locker. “Woah what’s the rush?” He jokes, leaning on the locker next to yours. “Oh I just don’t like being late it’s all.” Nodding, he watches you take out your stuff in your locker. Grab what you needed, you were ready to close it and go. “Y/n hey!” You hear a voice say behind you. Turning, you come face to Jeno’s best friend. The same one he’s having a crisis loving head over heels for. “Oh hey!” Eyes looking past you, she raises a brow. “Oh! Um this is Eric! He’s a childhood friend of mine. Just transferred today.” “Well hello nice to meet you and hope you have a nice time here. Well I should get going, hey have you seen Jeno by any chance?” “No sorry.” “Oh well, haven’t been able to come in contact with him at all. Hope he’s not ignoring me.”

“Ignoring you? What for?” “Oh well we had this stupid argument last night and- it’s whatever I’ll tell you some other time. Bye you two!” Waving her goodbye you watch her disappear into the crowd of students. Turning to face your friend, you give him an awkward smile as he only simply stares. “Shall we get going?” “Yeah let’s go.” Walking side by side, you two stay quiet for the time it takes you two to get to your class. Eyeing the proximity your shoulders had, when brushing into each other’s you try making more space but it seems the more you guys walk the space keeps lower each time.

“Oh hey, I forgot where’s my locker?” Stopping right in front of the classroom, you sigh and lead him into the direction where his locker was at. “So sorry just got caught up in my own head.” “Don’t apologize, maybe it’s you being nervous. It is your first day here after all.” “Yeah, maybe so.” When opening his locker, you hear the bell ring. Great you’re late. You’re never late to a class. Hope your parents won’t nag you for the first and only tardy you got yourself. “Hey, since it’s my fault you’re late how about you get going.” “But don’t you-“ “We were already right infront of the classroom, I know where it’s at. It’s okay.” Sending you a reassuring beam you nod. “Okay see you in class.”

Rushing back into the direction of your first period. You mutter a quick apology and make your way to your usual seat in the back. The spot you and Mark sit at. You were nervous to what Eric would think and if anything you wanted to advice Mark to act natural but seeing he wasn’t here only had you more anxious. When the door opens you had hoped it was your boyfriend. “My apologies ma’am, it’s my first day and-“ “Oh no need dear! Eric Kim right?” “Yes ma’am.” “Please take any seat, and I’ll be there to catch you up on some lessons yeah?” You were kinda astonished on seeing how easily Eric managed to charm people. Like it was in his genes. Eyes catching yours, he walks over and sits next to you. A few students watched him walk by them, heads turning to follow his every move. Whatever Eric held surely had a hold on anyone really.

“Hey partner.” He greets you. Before you can answer him, the door opens again. Hearing another apology but this time sounded more rushed and out of breath. “So sorry ma’am.” “Fell asleep again Lee?” Your teacher scolded him. Putting his hands up, he grins at her. “Guilty as charged.” A few giggles come out of the girls sitting up from. “Mhm go sit.” Nodding, he makes his way over to his usual seat next to you but freezes mid way when seeing Eric in his spot. Confused and shocked he looks over at you. You didn’t know what to say nor how to act natural with Eric being right besides you. Not getting anything out of you, the teacher scolds him to just sit already. Having no other choice but to sit next to one of the girls who immediately give their friend a giddy expression knowing the Mark Lee is sitting besides her. As the class begins you feel Mark turn back and give you a few glances. Still wondering what Eric your childhood friend was doing here all of a sudden but you don’t give him any glancing back as you also noticed Eric constantly turning his head to look at you.

Oh how awkward it was getting now. If only you could prepare yourself from the madness that was about to occur soon.

For most of the day, Eric was attached to your hip. It seemed wrong just how much you wanted him to leave even for a short amount of time and what made things worse is your friends silently asking you for an explanation. You felt Mark watching your every move and anytime he wanted to walk over to you, your eyes would widen and shake your head at him. By lunch hour, Mark sat at his usual table. Glaring daggers behind the head of the new guy whose back was facing him. He had asked you who you normally sit with and thankfully your friend managed to sit beside you in a whole different table, alongside her was Yangyang.

The spork in a tight grip as he watches Eric getting too close to his girlfriend. “What’s up with the new guy? How does four eyes know him?” Jeno tells him. The pet name is what he’s called you for years now. “Said he’s the son of her parents friends. Don’t know why he suddenly moved here but I can’t be seen with her when he’s around.” “Wow that must suck, especially with him practically hogging over her.” A slight pinch from Ten and Jeno winces. “Don’t worry about it Mark, I’m sure he’ll find friends and leave her alone. Gosh it’s pretty funny how jealous you get.” When seeing you get up and make your way out of the cafeteria, Mark ignores the rest of his friends and follows you.

About ready to enter the woman’s bathroom, you shriek when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Lips immediately imprinting light kisses on your neck. Giggling, you pick up the familiar cologne and snuggle into your boyfriends embrace. “Miss you.” He mutters into your neck. Rocking you two slightly side by side. “I missed you more. Really wanted to hug you, to kiss you.” A kiss to the lips and Mark groaned. Something about you had him driven crazy and with a simple kiss he already wanted to do such dirty actions to prove his love for you.

“Why’s he here?” He tells you. “Eric?” Nodding merely, you see the seriousness in his face. “Well he said he wanted to go to a better school and his parents agreed this school was it.” “What does that mean for us?” “What do you mean?” “Baby you said he can’t see us…like this.” Sighing, you turn around to face Mark. Cupping his face you peck his nose.

“I know Markie but it’s only temporary. He’ll find friends and with due time, I can hopefully trust him enough to tell him about us. Pray he won’t tell my parents.” Nodding reluctantly, Mark kisses you again. Pulling your waist closer to him, you moan when feeling his crotch grow. “Dirty boy.” You tell him. Sucking on your neck, he hugs you tightly to him. “You love me.” Giggling, you quickly pull away when you hear voices come into the hallway. A smirk on Mark’s face, you shake your head. Seeing a few students walking down to pass you two, Mark walks over to you. Wanting to touch you, but you reject him.

“Mark behave!” You whisper shout to him. Tickling your side, you flinch with a smile on your face. The students watch you two fondly as they wish they can be in a relationship as lovingly as the one you were in. “I can’t stop baby, you’re irresistible.” Grabbing your hand before you go to move away from him. In love with the giggle that leaves you when he twirls you around, keeping you put in between his arms. Leaning in, he kisses you not caring if anyone else were about to see them. “Hey Y/n.” You hear the familiar voice of Eric’s say in the distance. Quickly pushing Mark away and turning to face the lockers, you pick your head up when Eric walks over to you guys. Thankfully hadn’t turned the corner yet if not you would have been toast.

“Yeah?” “Just wondering what was taking you so long…oh is this Mark?” Quirking a brow at your boyfriend who Eric thought stood too close to you. Something he already wanted to have a talk to you about. “Yeah! This is Mark, he uh came to ask me a question he had on one of his assignments.” “Oh well hello Mark, think it would be much more appropriate to ask you such questions at the hour you two meet up don’t you think?” Not expecting a cold reaction come from Eric you give him a look in disbelief. Mark on the other hand, fisted his hand in his pocket, biting his words back before he nods slowly when seeing a pleading look coming from you. Respecting your wishes and going along, “You’re right. I’m sorry, see you after school Y/n.”

“Actually I don’t know if you two can meet up after school, kinda wanted her to help me join a few clubs and sports and what not, here in school.” “Then you do it yourself-“ “You know that seems like a good idea Eric!” You quickly interrupt Mark. Standing next to Eric as you speak up again, eyes looking straight into Mark’s.

“The more clubs you join and sports you’ll help your college application. And will also keep your mind off of things. Won’t be so bored all the time.” You nod. Mark understanding you wanted Eric to join in order for you two to spend more time, he smiles. “Okay I understand. I’ll see you sometime later then.” Bidding you goodbye, Mark doesn’t bother even waving at Eric and walks off. Eric quickly puts on a smile when turning his head towards you. “Lunch is almost over, shall we get going?” And you agree.

“I don’t like him.” Mark says bitterly. Him and the team getting a break from practice, taking his helmet off and he tells the boys all about how Eric manages to snatch you away every possible chance he gets. “Maybe he only has her as his friend. Besides didn’t you say she was suppose to help him join clubs or whatever activities the school has?” Ten tells him. Yangyang sitting next to him shakes his head, “What if he’s interested in her?” Snapping his head up at him, Mark turns serious at the thought of someone trying to take you away from him. “Don’t be ridiculous Yang, Mark said they’ve been childhood friends. If he was interested he would’ve done something a long time ago.” Sungchan tries to reason mostly for the sake of his captain who looks like he’s ready to hit something.

“No Yangyang is right. I mean I never heard of him and now he suddenly bumps into her and boom the day after he attends this school? AND you know what she told me, that he’s like this spy who always needs to keep tabs on her and if she does anything, even breath the wrong way he goes running to her parents. Like he’s this strict babysitter.” “Okay so maybe he’s not into her more like trying to ruin her life by being a taddle taler?” Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever this guy is trying to get at isn’t good I know that for sure.” Hearing the whistle blown by their coach they set their water bottles down and get back on the ice rink.

You on the other hand arrive home tired. Eric took his sweet time deciding what he wanted to do and even tried convincing you to join an activity with you. Just wanting to go home you made the decision to say yes with joining him in the pottery club. Excitedly telling you all the pots and vases he’s made when he joined it at his old school all the way home. “How was Eric’s first day? Oh I hope you two had a splendid day!” Your mother said excitedly. Clapping her hands as she demanded every little detail. “It went alright.” You mumble to her tiredly. “Just alright? Oh come on! I’m sure having your childhood friend be in most of your classes had to have been fun.” “Yeah I guess so…wait how do you know he has most classes with me?” “Oh his mother called the office, yeah Eric himself wanted to have as many classes with you. Said he worried to lose his way around and what’s a better way to keep himself on track with you constantly by his side right?” Nodding reluctantly, you send her a forced smile and walk up to your room.

Closing the door behind you, you plant yourself on top of your bed. Eyes demanding sleep, you don’t bother to do anything else but sleep. Sleeping until the sun had gone down and the ice hockey team captain once again climbs onto your balcony and into your room for the umpteenth time. Watching you sleep fondly, he moves a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Climbing in bed with you, he pecks your forehead softly. Pulling your sleeping self into his arms as he kisses your head. Waking up from your nap, you smile at him tiredly. Pickering your lips for a kiss which he doesn’t deny you of. “So cute.” He tells you softly. “No you are.” You mumble to him, nuzzling your face in his chest which you feel a rumble from him laughing slightly.

“How was your adventure with the prince of snitching.” Snorting, you lay on your back. “Exhausting. I really missed you guys, all I had to endure was him constantly talking about himself and the things he’s done before coming to our school.” “Would think so. Just by how he dresses screams narcissism.” Sitting up, you face him. “But enough about him, I don’t want to think about him just you.” A small smirk forms on his face and he tugs at your shirt. “Just me? About what baby?” Holding his shoulders, you climb onto his lap. Arms come around you securely. “About loving you. Really missed being near you. I know pathetic right?” You joke as you avoid eyes with him. Face heating as your ears turn red. “Well I guess I’m pathetic too since I missed you so much too.” Leaning closer to you, he kisses your cheek. “Just hope I’m your pathetic loser forever.” Smacking his bicep, he laughs and kisses your nose. “Of course you’re mine forever and I am yours but no need to call yourself that. You’re not a loser.” “So I am pathetic?” “Your words not mine.”

Spending the few remaining hours until your mother comes to barge into your room, putting face masks on each other. Letting a shriek out because of the coldness, you giggle as Mark makes roaring noises for the tiger mask he has on. “You make a cute panda.” Mark boops your nose, grabbing his phone as you two take many pictures through the mirror in front of the bed. In the bathroom, a puddle of water is caused by constantly splashing each other. Music playing from your phone on the bed, using foam to cover your face with it Mark smirks at you as you pout at him. Letting you get him back, hair up in a small ponytail using the many scrunchies you have for such occasions. By the time you two were freshened up the knob to the door began to wiggle. Eyes widening as you hear your mother call out your name from the other side.

“You need to go!” Grabbing his sweater and phone you push it up against his chest as he still tried to put on his shoes. “Y/n? You okay in there?” Opening the window wide enough for him to slip out, he struggles when he has to juggle many things in between his hands and hold the railing.

“Y/n?! Talk to me dear.” “I’m coming! Just changing it’s all!” Still hearing the jiggle going on on the door knob you push Mark out. “I’m going to fall!” He shrieks when he almost loses his balance. Dumbfounded when you give him a rushed peck to the lips. “Love you, so sorry though.” “For what?” Letting out a shout when you push him, closing the window shut and open your bedroom door. Confused look on your mothers face as she looks inside the room. “You okay? Thought I heard a shout?” “Nope no shouting in here? Maybe one of the neighbors kids you know how loud they can be.” Nodding reluctantly, she walks in and sets a few grocery bags on your bed.

“Here’s the supplies you needed, your father just got home.” “Okay I’ll be down in a bit.” Kissing your forehead, she walks out of your room with the door open. Letting out a sigh you jog over to your window and see Mark was no longer there. Silently hoping you pushing him off didn’t injure him too badly.

“Ow! Ten!” “I’m sorry but that’s most definitely going to be swollen all day tomorrow if you don’t let me treat it!”

Currently on the couch weeping in pain, the team took the time to hang at the oldest’s house. Parents work in the afternoons so house stays mostly vacant. Few were eating, others on the phone and the rest playing video games. House was semi calm but it wasn’t until their captain walked in slamming the door open and limping in when everyone got up to attend him. Certain he had gotten jumped until they were told it was because of an breaking and entering accident.

“I wasn’t breaking and entering.” Mark mumbles as Yangyang constantly tells him that. “I was visiting my girlfriend and now I’m stuck with an injured leg.” “How can you be so reckless Mark? You know we have a game in a few days right?” “Her mother was coming in and she needed me out as fast as possible.”

“Y/n pushed you?” Jeno asks him. “Yes but she didn’t mean to get me injured!” With a groan the boys sit back as they can only hope their captain gets better before the game. If wanting to get into finales they had to win this upcoming game for sure to even get involved in the tournament. “If you have to sit out swear she will have to take your place!” Winwin exasperates. Snorting at his comment, Mark shakes his head. Grabbing the bag filled ice from Ten and gently sets it on his ankle. Wincing the more pressure is added on it.

“Yeah maybe she will have to.” Mark tells them after he forcibly removed the ice off of him, can no longer endure more pain.

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“And so I told my mom, it’s already difficult enough having to jog between sports and clubs. Now you want me to run the committee for the annual carnival hosted for charity? Come on now.”

Boredly playing with the food on your tray, you watch Mark laugh at a joke one of the boys had said. The scrunch of his nose has you holding back an aww as his eyes brighten up. What you would do to just go over and cuddle him, but you couldn’t.

“Y/n are you listening?” “Huh? Oh! Yeah, you were saying Eric?” Eyes looking down at the tray, you wait for him to continue. A silence from him has you lifting your head, a certain look on his face as he watched Mark’s table. “Eric?”

“He’s been looking at you for a while now.” He says a bit coldly. Looking over and catching sight of Mark glancing at you, looking away after a bit and focusing his attention back on his friends. “M-Maybe he has a question about a worksheet of his.” Proceeding to get up, you quickly grab his wrist. “What are you doing?” You tell him with wide eyes. “Going to tell him to stop staring. It’s rude and impolite to be watching someone especially a young lady.” Tugging him back when he tries to walk towards his table you get up quickly. “Eric no! Stop please don’t make things more difficult than it should be.”

“Y/n, I don’t like him. He just doesn’t seem like someone you should be associating with.” “Eric, I’m sorry to come off rude but.” Letting go of his hand, you cross your arms, eyes back on the floor to avoid contact. “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t socialize with. Sorry you don’t have a nice feeling about him but I do. I know him more than you do and Mark has the best intentions when it comes to me.” “Best intentions? You make it seem like you two are more than tutor and tutoree.”

Shaking your head quickly, you clear your throat. “No! Mark’s…simply a student I have to tutor. It’s all, nothing more nothing less.” “So he’s not your friend?” Feeling conflicted, you take a few seconds to come up with your response. Mark had seen your sudden shift to stand in front of Eric and he didn’t like it one bit. He’s been watching your every movement since the moment you frantically tried to tug Eric back. Biting the inside of his cheek as he tries to stay away but when even Yangyang the most oblivious one noticed the sudden shift in you and Eric, Mark waited no more. Getting up to check up on you, he froze when hearing your next words.

“Mark’s nothing to me. Don’t worry Eric.”

Eric had seen him behind you. And he was left even more content knowing Mark had heard. Nodding, his eyes kept going from you to Mark. “I’m glad.” Confused, you turn around to see Mark standing there disheartened. Shocked, you go to take a step closer to him but stopped when he shakes his head at you. Leaving you there, guilt and shame washes over you. You wanted to explain yourself and yet it seemed like the world was preventing you from doing what you wanted.

“Come on y/n, we don’t want to be late for pottery club.” Handing you your backpack, he puts an arm behind you and leads you away.

Getting more worried the more the club went on and still no response from Mark. Phone in hand and the many unresponded texts. Ignoring Eric who seemed pretty confident in the vases he’s made so far. The girls next to him watching him closely and throwing a few compliments his way. The times he’s tried talking to you they quickly avert it to them which you were glad. You weren’t in the slightest bit interested in speaking with him. Looking at the time and seeing you still had a good hour and a half. You huff, blowing the strand of hair getting in your face.

Mark was in practice currently. He was only on the other side of the school, you could just talk to him right now. Would make sense why he isn’t answering. Of course! Grabbing your bag, you quickly exit out the classroom. Not paying mind to Eric’s call out to you. Jogging through the corridor, opening the doors leading into the ice rink. Hearing a few shouts and laughs from the guys. Walking further in and you get a glance at them. Not practicing but huddled by the bottom of the bleachers chatting. Getting closer you see a few other people there. You saw Mark in sight and made your way over. You needed to speak to him, to explain yourself. And yet while you were in the pottery club worried how he was feeling, you stopped in your tracks seeing him so happy. A grin on his face as he joked with his friends and worse, seeing him not the least bit minded that one of the many fan girls of him had her arms around him.

You wanted to be upset with him. And man you were but was he doing this because of what you said? Does he really think you’d stoop so low and bad mouth him? Surely he has to know you didn’t mean it. His eyes moved from his friends to you. Your eyes move from his to the arms currently wrapped around him. It seemed as if Mark had gone stiff. He didn’t know what to do and yet when he sees you walking off he panics. Hearing the girl whine behind him, he harshly tugs his arm away from her when she tries to resist. “Quit it!” The group goes quiet as they watch the captain run off after you. Slamming the door open wide.

“Y/n!” Grabbing your elbow, you pull away from him. “Leave me alone Mark.” “Please stop walking.” Trying to pull you by the waist, you begin to thrash. “Stop touching me!” Tears began to pour down your face, frustrated and clearly upset had you lashing your emotions out. Wanting nothing more to breathe in fresh air, feeling suffocated especially when your boyfriend can’t seem to give you space. “You have to hear me out-“ “I didn’t mean it Mark! I did it to make sure he did nothing to you and this is how you repay me! By letting some chick feel you out! Is that how little I mean to you?!” You shove him back. Eyes going red the more you cry. Looking at you with desperation he shakes his head.

“No! No you mean everything to me-“ “No I don’t! This is exactly what I was talking about Mark you have no respect for me! You let anyone get too touchy with you and can’t seem to understand just how disrespectful it is for me!”

Swapping his hands away from touching you. You turn to walk away, whining when he pulls you in again. You go to shove him away when you get moved away from him harshly. “Didn’t you hear her?! Stop touching her!” Eric’s angry voice tells Mark. “Shut up Eric this has no business involving you!” Shoving him back, Eric gets in his face. “Anything that has to do with y/n is my business.”

“Eric stop!” You try to diffuse the tension.“Quit pretending she’s your girlfriend!” “And what if she was? Why don’t you run back to your prissy friends and dance your way back on the ice alright? Y/n’s better off disassociating herself from you.” Angry, Mark swings on him. A hard punch to the face and chaos breaks. Pleads to stop fighting wasn’t enough. The blood and bruises is all your head can permanently print in your head. Hearing the loud punch hitting skin and bones and the lockers being rattled with the more they press each other on with.

“Get away from my girlfriend you creep !” Mark yells at him. The rest of the team had managed to separate them apart, never really seeing Mark this angry. Only the one time they managed to lose their win streak for the tournament. “Mark stop! Stop! This can cost us the tournament enough!” Ten demands him. Jeno held him back while Sungchan got in between them. “Eric please just go.” Glaring at him, he goes for your hand. This only angers Mark more and goes for him again. More of the guys go to push him back, yelling at him to control himself. “She’s not going anywhere with you!” “She will because I said so. Y/n, come with me now.”

“Y/n don’t listen to him!” Running a hand through your hair frustratingly you look between the two. “Y/n let’s go, your mother won’t be happy hearing about your stay with this freak show.” Eric told you. Your heart drops at the mention of your mother finding out the truth. Everything was happening so fast you no longer knew what to do. A part of you simply wanted to leave and yet the other didn’t want to leave Mark alone even though he had the guys. “Y/n please.” You hear Mark plead, feeling as he was in the brink of breaking down. He knew just how bad things got and he can’t let you walk away from him. Not when he needs to sort things out with you even with how bad things are.

“I’m sorry. I have to.” You whisper to him, shaking your head as you let Eric drag you away. Breaking your heart seeing his so distraught watching you leave him. Turning your head in hopes it’ll be easier to leave him there, you don’t notice more tears begin to run down your face. “You made the right . I told you he was bad.” Eric tells you. Getting in the car, you look out the window. Deciding to stay quiet you hear him sigh. “Your mother won’t be happy hearing about this.” “No, don’t tell her.” “I have to y/n, such things can’t happen. You are way too good for that and your mother needs to know to make sure you will never hear of that boy again. He deserves to be punished, taken away of his scholarship or kick him off the ice hockey team. Something to teach him a lesson-“

“Shut up Eric!” Shocked, his mouth slightly opens. Eyes widen as he turns to you. “You ruin everything! You can never seem to mind your business! Things were so much better when you simply fucked off!” Getting out of his truck, he goes to grasp your wrist. Moving it away from him, you slam his car door shut. Rolling the window down he shouts your name.

“Get in the car y/n!”

Ignoring him, you run back inside. Mark wasn’t there and it only had you stressing to find him. “Sungchan where is he!”

“Boys locker room-“ not letting him finish his sentence, you bolt it over there. Opening the door where the guys stood, they quiet down when seeing you. Walking past them, you hug Mark tightly who sat on the cold bench in the middle of them. One by one they make their way out to give you two space. Pulling you by the waist, he holds you as tightly. “I’m so sorry” he cries. “I’m sorry too.” Pulling you on his lap, he lays soft pecks on your collarbone. “She didn’t mean anything. I was angry, I didn’t want to hear you out and I didn’t care whether they were crossing the line or not because I just wanted to forget your words and I know that doesn’t justify my actions but-“ cutting him off, you grip his face and kiss him.

“I should’ve come clean from the beginning. You didn’t deserve having to be hidden from my family simply because I was too much of a coward to confront them.” “And I shouldn’t have lost my temper and hit your…friend.”

“Fuck him, he’s nothing to me.” Laughing, he smashes his lips onto yours. Wincing when you accidentally kneel into his side. “You okay baby?” Nodding, he tries to kiss you again but you cover his lips with your hand. “Lift your shirt.” “I’m fine baby-“ lifting his shirt, you gasp when seeing a bruise begin to form. “It’s all my fault.” “Don’t start y/n, I chose to fight him. And I don’t want to brag or anything but he’s got it much worse. Not only is he narcissistic but a sore fighter.” Giggling, you pull his shirt down carefully. Feeling him push your glasses up, he lifts your chin up as well. “I love you. Please know that.” He mumbles near your lips, “I love you too. Please remember that.” Sealing those words with a kiss, you feel him smile during it. “What now?” He asks you wanting you to comfortably make the next step.

“Guess we tell my parents about us before Eric does.” You respond nervously, eyes set on your hands. Nervously playing with your cuticles, his large hand on top of yours to stop you. A finger under your chin he lifts it up. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He smiles at you warmly, kissing him you felt just the slightest bit of relief.

Arriving home, you make Mark wait outside. Wanting the process of introducing him to come smoothly and not all at once where chaos will break lose. A reassuring squeeze from your boyfriend and you go inside. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!” You hear the tv on, on low volume and the smell of food yet it was silent. And when walking further inside, the living room comes in view and sitting with your parents were none other than Eric himself with his parents.

“Mom?…Dad?” “Take a seat, dear.” Your mother said sternly. Eyeing the empty spot furthest away from them, you reluctantly take it. The looks on your parents were enough to know Eric revealed everything to them, “Mom I can explain-“ “Save it. How could you y/n?” Her tone stern and eyes cold.

“I said no dating, and to hear it from Eric all the things you’ve been doing behind our backs?” “Mom please-“ “Enough!” Your father shouts, flinching as he stands. “We spent day and night to raise you the right way and this is how you repay us?! What else have you been doing Huh? Drugs! Were you partying? All those study sessions were those lies too!”

Tears brim your eyes as you stand. Shaking your head as you try not to cower, “Dad please just let me explain okay? I came here to tell you guys the truth I wanted to tell you myself today before Eric did but he beat me to it-“ “Don’t lie! Eric did the right thing to come to us or who knows what else you’d get yourself into.” Disgust was all over your fathers face. Glaring at you with such anger, eyeing you as he couldn’t believe all the things Eric had told him.

‘She may be doing more than simply dating’ Eric’s voice rings in his head. Looking down at the purity ring he bought, he walks over you. Taking a step back that hits the couch. “Give me the ring.” “What?” “Give me the ring!” Shaking, you take off the purity ring and hand it to him. Lifting it up to your eye level, “Did you break it? The promise the ring signifies?” Growing quiet, you look over at the others in the living room. Each not daring stare into your eyes but all equally disappointed in you. “Answer me!” Flinching, you sob. “Dad-”

A smack. A loud smack is heard throughout the house. Foot tapping rapidly as Mark waits for you to let him in. How much longer must he wait? He can’t help but worry the more he waits. Windows closed off by the curtains, and even when it seems suspicious to everyone who may pass by, he pressed his ear up to the door.

You cry. Desperate to hold it in as your father walks over and throws the ring into the fire pit. “Sixteen years down the drain with you. Everything your mother and I have given you, all for the best and you took it for granted.” “Dad please, I didn’t mean to disappoint you but I love him-“ “What do you know about love?!” “More than you! All you do is lock yourself in your office all day, when was the last time you and mom went out on a date that didn’t end in less than an hour?!” Going to raise his hand again, your mother intervened. “Please, enough. No more.”

“Don’t you hear? Listen to your daughter! How disrespectful she’s gotten! And it’s all because of that damn boy! I told you it was best if she was homeschooled or best, was enrolled in catholic school. Better the nuns beat some sense into her!” “Hitting her won’t change her ways.” She tries to reason. “It could! Maybe she’ll understand for once her place in this house and to never disobey us again.” Gripping your arm you yell at him to let go. “Dad you’re hurting me!”

“Hear me when I tell you, you will never see that boy again! You will go to boarding school if you must, you will listen to Eric as he is a responsible child unlike you! He will keep an eye on you and anything he finds out he will report to me! You are grounded for the rest of the school year young lady.” About to respond to him, the door opens. The others look up and watch as Mark walks in.

“Is that him?” Your father seethes. Letting you go harshly as he makes his way over to Mark. “No! Stop!” Your mother and Eric’s father are quickly to pull him away. Mark stays put as your dad begins to curse him out. “You ruined my daughter! I will not let you ruin this family!” “Honey, please.” Pushing her away, you are quick to pull her to your side.

“Mr. y/l/n, whatever you feel about me, I accept it. But you shouldn’t take it out on your family. Especially y/n.” “Like hell I do! She’s a disgrace to this family! Better I had a boy.” You wince at his rejection but silently cry to the side. Eric now standing by you with pity. Worried eyes as he looks at the scene unfold.

“I love your daughter sir. I really do and it wasn’t right we went behind your back but we weren’t doing it to dishonor everything you’ve done to help y/n and the family. We worried you wouldn’t accept us, your daughter has always been responsible.” “Responsible? Alright tell me young man, have you two had sex yet?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head at Mark. Fearful of what your father was capable of if he admitted it, but Mark only smiles at you sadly and goes to say yes.

“No, they haven’t.” Eric speaks up. Looking over, everyone in the house does so. “And how do you know?” Your father asks him. “Because I heard y/n speak about it. She told her friend, she wasn’t ready yet. No matter how much she loves Mark she wanted to wait.” He speaks ignoring you as you watch him cover you up. Showing little to no shock as you the turn to your father who eyes you. “So why did you insinuate it?” “I was jealous.” He murmurs.

“Son? Explain yourself? This is so unlike you.” His mother tells him. “I didn’t like the idea of y/n with Mark, so I lied so that they would separate but instead I only brought more damage to your family. I’m sorry Mr. Y/l/n, they really are being responsible.” “Doesn’t change the fact she lied to our faces and kept this to herself-“ “Dear, try to understand her. She didn’t like the idea of disappointing her father. We did the same when we were young remember? It took you a long time to face my father.”

The room grows silent, your father watched Mark slowly approach you. Taking your hands, “I’m not lying when I say I love your daughter sir. I really do care for her and only want to keep her happy. Just give me a chance, give us a chance to prove to you that we are serious. We aren’t being reckless.” Eyeing the two of you so close, the anger slowly dissipates. Turning to your mother as she silently asks him to let it go.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, taking a step towards you. Taking your hands from Mark’s, seeing the already forming bruise he curses himself for doing that to you. “I shouldn’t- I was just- I’m so sorry.” He pulls you into a hug. Standing warily, you pat him lightly. “I shouldn’t have hit you, no reason to have done that and I’m sorry. I just got so angry and…” looking between you and Mark he sighs.

“I don’t like the idea of you dating but, I should’ve expected it to have happen sooner or later. Just, promise me you’ll be safe?” Nodding, you force a smile. He knew it was but it was enough for him. Your forgiveness wouldn’t come easy but he as okay with that. Eric’s family soon dismissed themselves as they take their son away. Disappointed scoldings to him on their way out. “And you.” He turns to Mark, “Take care of her.” “Of course.” Mark shakes his hand, a bit taken aback when he gets pulled in.

“Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Bruise covered up by makeup, the stadium loud already as the bleachers begin to fill up. It was time for the game to start soon, and Mark still hadn’t changed into his gear. Instead sitting next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and inspect the injured part of your cheek worriedly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time to stop it.” Shaking your head, you kiss him. “Just glad it’s over.” You tell him. Mark nods, a small silence falls upon you two. “He’s getting therapy. Was told the stress had been triggering his anger. Even going to marriage counseling with my mother.”

“That’s good.” “Yeah.” Lifting your head up from his shoulder you smile at him lazily. It’s been a week since the argument, you and your father hadn’t talked much but he’s been trying to get more involved in your life and do little acts of helps for you to forgive him. Eric had moved away again, this time since his parents had to go to Italy for business. Had heard much and for that you were glad. “Don’t you got a game to win?” Mark smirks and winks. “Of course I do-“ Mark stops in his tracks when he looks down and sees the jersey you were wearing. “Hell no.” He says, taking your hand and off the bleachers. Giggling you whine as Mark drags you away. “Stay here.” Standing outside the locker rooms, he rushes in. Ignoring his teammates demanding him to change already. “Going hold on.”

Going through his jerseys, he picks one out. His favorite one on you and runs out. “Mark-“ grabbing your hand and pulling you two in a closet, he locks it behind and begins to lift the jersey off you. Laughing you whine as he throws the jersey on the floor harshly. “It was just a joke! I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.” You giggle as he puts his on you. Grasping each arm to pull through each arm sleeve hole. “Ha ha what a great joke to wear Sungchan’s jersey.” Smashing your lips as soon as he pulls his jersey down, you cup his face and lean in closer. Pulling you up and setting you on top of the counter, you cross your legs around his waist.

A groan let out as you pull him closer. “Fuck.” He rasps out when you run a hand down over his crotch. Messing up his hair the more you run your hand through it, disheveled and fuzzy as your lipstick gets smeared all over his lips. Sucking hickies on his neck, red lip marks all over his neck. Grinding into you as he loses himself to you. “Nooo.” He whispers frustratingly as you pull away. “Sorry, you have to game to play.” “But you gave me blue balls.” He fakes a pout.

His throat dries when you spread your legs. Shorts that were very easy to pull down. “Win this game and I’ll let you take me anywhere, anytime right after.” Groaning, he rolls his eyes back and falls into your stomach. Giggling as he wraps his arms around you. “God you’ll be the death of me.” Lifting his jersey you’re wearing and planting a soft kiss right on the spot he most adores. Just below your belly button where he sees the outline of his tip get fucked deep in you. “I’ll be back in a few to fuck the shit out of you.” He winks and kisses you. Setting you down, and the two of you part.

So he may have lied to his future father in law about not having had sex with you but at least he was honest that he would do anything to keep you happy. And when the time ran out, the crowd roared and his team cheered for yet another victory. His eyes immediately settled on yours. Taking off his helmet as your hickies on his neck gets exposed the earns many screams and whistles of approval. Biting the inside of your cheek as you squeeze your legs, not paying to mind anything your friends were saying as you two kept eye contact. A smug grin appeared on his face as the many ideas came to mind for what the rest of the night shall go for the two of you, happy he shall make you.

#nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct smut #nct mark lee #mark nct #nct mark #mark imagines #mark lee #mark lee smut #nct sungchan #nct haechan imagines #nct ten imagines #nct jeno imagines #nct yangyang #nct winwin

[thesingingrevolution]

90s ❤️

#I ❤️ 90s ❤️ #perfect unit fr #nct #nct u #nct 2020 #nct ten #nct winwin #nct mark #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct yangyang #nct sungchan #riize sungchan #WHHHHEHH #90s love #kpop #hockey #slay

[lattaeyongs]

a collection of all my works! includes those made on my other blogs.

[BLURBS]

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[most popular]

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taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, doyoung, ten, kun, sicheng, jaehyun, jungwoo, yukhei, hendery, xiaojun, yangyang, shotaro, sungchan, mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

[FICS]

Johnny Suh

two tickets to paradise | best friend!johnny, vacation (resort)!au, summer!au, fake dating!au, best friends to lovers!au, fluff, slight angst

↳ word count: 14.8k

↳ after your fiance leaves you at the altar, you’re devastated – but not devastated enough to cancel your honeymoon. instead, your best friend johnny accompanies you, and you start thinking that your fiance wasn’t right for you after all.

Mark Lee

reunion | barista!reader, exes to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut

↳ word count: 7.4k

↳ Suddenly Mark Lee, your high school ex-boyfriend, is back in your life, and you’re not so sure that it’s a bad thing.

Huang Renjun

the trojan horse | royalty!au, historical (late 1700s)!au, arranged marriage!au, heavy angst, fluff, smut

teaser (unofficial; 100+ words) teaser (official; 1.7k words)

↳ word count: 19.6k

↳ In which the boy you fall in love with isn't who you think he is.

Lee Jeno

summer of love | ‘90’s!au, brother’s best friend!au, summer!au, neighbor!au, slice of life(ish)!au, fluff, slowburn

↳ word count: 15.2k

↳ The summer of 1997 was a weird time. As a person living in the modern era, you’d completely forgotten what it was like to live in the ‘90’s. In May 1997, you listened to the Backstreet Boys, flipped through TV Guide, and had an answering machine which seems so archaic now. But that isn’t the only reason why the summer of 1997 was weird. That summer was the time you fell for your brother’s best friend.

[SERIES]

sugar | ceo/single dad!jaehyun, secretary!reader, fluff, slight angst, smut (in some parts)

pt. 1 | 4k words, fluff pt. 2 | 14k words, fluff, slight angst, smut

↳ They say it’s lonely at the top, especially for Jung Jaehyun, owner and founder of Jung Industries. As a single dad who just wants to be the best father to his daughter, he realizes that you make his life a little sweeter when you’re by his side.

[EDITS]

eclipse: the first mini album | taeil & haechan, edit, mini album!au

ridin' as a netflix movie | edit, netflix!au, streetracer!dreamies

markhyuck as james bond films | edit, james bond!au, movie!au

nomin as james bond films | edit, james bond!au, movie!au

nct 2020's resonance as a netflix tv series | edit, netflix!au, mystery

random (but cute) texts with boyfriend!jaemin | text au, edit

boo's and spirits | paranormal podcaster!renjun, spotify!au

[MOODBOARDS]

johnny & dark blue | johnny & pink | johnny & cream | jaehyun & green | jaehyun & pink | jaemin & silver | sicheng & purple | jeno & black | hendery & green | haechan & yellow | renjun & baby blue | mark & brown | yuta & gray | ten & red | taeyong & sky blue |

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct fluff #wayv fluff #nct scenarios #masterlist #lattaeyongs

[minjunz]

heyyy i hope your doing finee <3 i just saw that yangyang and shotaro as boyfriends and that was literally the most satisfying and cutest thing ive read so far :( ... also nice to meet u! im new on here (like no joke i just joined like 2 weeks ago)— anyways cld i req the same thing but with xiaojun and hendery as well 🥺🫶🏽 idk im in my feels 😞❤️ take your time w this one lovely xoxo

hii!! i hope you’re doing fine as well ^^ had to absolutely wrack my tiny little peanut brain for these, i’m so bad at writing for anyone except nct dream so i’m super sorry if this is subpar D: ty for requesting though!

nice to meet you too btw!!!!

xiaojun and hendery as boyfriends! [gn reader]

XIAOJUN ☀️

goes shopping with you but you both end up just buying stuff for bella instead

takes bella on walks with you and you end up having to run with him

appreciates all your weird jokes but doesn’t really understand them. he just thinks you’re cute

constantly gushing about you to everyone

experiments with recipes (like the oreo cake) and uses you as his test subject

would die for you

sends you gym photos. also sends you bella photos

you constantly get into dumb playful arguments about stupid things like if milk or cereal goes first

likes headbutting you in an affectionate way

if you’re checking your outfit in the mirror he’ll come up behind you and just start flexing

pinches your cheeks so often there’s xiaojun prints permanently engraved in your skin

he also likes laying his head on your ass. he says it’s like a heated pillow

tries to act mature and manly when you go for nights out

you get home and he immediately falls on top of you and won’t move unless you pinch or kiss him

prefers video call to audio call if he’s away

he’s always trying to get you to feel more confident

i think he’s the type to give a million pecks instead of just one kiss

[sorry i see xiaojun as a brother figure it’s so hard to write for him 😭]

you ask him to step on you as a joke and he looks at you like you’re clinically insane

makes an effort to take you on as many dates as he possibly can

you build giant lego sets together

takes the worst photos of you but it’s ok

makes dinosaur noises at you to end conversations

protects his squidward beanie with his life. the only thing you’re not allowed to touch when he has it on

he looks like a guard dog from afar but he’s actually whispering “look at my boobs” into your ear

HENDERY ☁️

a clown.

if he can’t make you laugh at least thrice a day then he won’t sleep

i feel like 90% of the time he’s messing around and being playful with you but the other 10% of the time he’s SO romantic

like he’ll set up candle light three course meals in your living room just because he wants to

he gets really really shy/awkward when meeting your friends or family though and won’t let go of your hand

will wake you up by making weird noises in your face or twerking

calls you his prince/princess in the middle of kisses

puts on his ‘girl voice’ when he wants you to do something

force feeds you his food because he wants you to try it

buys shirts with you in mind. he wants you to like them enough to steal them

nose boops you like a dog

vlogs to his story and always hypes you up for no reason

“hey guys look at how amazing, gorgeous, cool, showstopping, brilliant, incredible, magnificent and CUTE y/n is. look at my baby.”

knows all your likes and dislikes. he’ll eat what you don’t like if you’re determined to get something with it though

compliments you in a different language to your face then refuses to tell you what he’s saying

even if you’re attacking him he’ll just grin and shake his head

sometimes you wake up and he’s just stood at the foot of your bed like a sleep paralysis demon

or he’s stood in front of your mirror doing weird dances

staring contests but he’s trying to distract you by blowing kisses the whole time

sends you cat thirst trap photos

absolutely destroys you when you play fight then apologises immediately after

so comfortable around you. almost too comfortable. like he shits with the door open

sends you horrible puns every hour

neighbours called the police once because they thought you were murdering someone but you were just trying to make hendery jump and he screamed

#nct #wayv #nct fluff #wayv fluff #nct headcanons #nct scenarios #wayv headcanons #wayv scenarios #hendery #xiaojun #hendery fluff #xiaojun fluff #hendery headcanons #xiaojun headcanons #hendery scenarios #xiaojun scenarios #nct x reader #nct x gn reader #nct x gender neutral reader #wayv x reader #wayv x gn reader #hendery x reader #xiaojun x reader #hendery x gn reader

[haechanhues]

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

chapter nineteen : liu yangyang

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#kflixnet #k-labels #nct social au #wayv social au #nct fic #wayv fic #yangyang fic #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #yangyang scenarios #nct imagines #wayv imagines #yangyang imagines #nct fluff #wayv fluff #yangyang fluff #nct x reader #wayv x reader #yangyang x reader #nct smau #wayv yangyang x reader

[sanctifie]

hi hi !! took a lil break from rp but now i'm back and looking for 1x1 partners who want to worldbuild and get way too invested in plots w/ me <3 i write all pairings but i do prefer playing m 90% of the time , also a sucker for mumus i'm ngl . plots / faces i'm digging atm are under the cut so pls pls hmu if you're interested !! 21+ only pls

* plots !

— ㅤdark academia / murder mystery mumu in the style of the secret history — ㅤpost - apocalyptic things — ㅤmumu set in a dystopian cyberpunk universe ?? inspired by 2077 , blade runner , etc . — ㅤanything under the horror genre … a slasher plot inspired by scream, cults, killers, psychopaths in love, etc etc etc — ㅤhollywood / celebrity plots ( i would die for a messy y2k celebrity mumu set in the 2000s ) — ㅤurban fantasy in the style of the raven cycle, six of crows, etc — ㅤsupernatural things ( vampires, werewolves, etc ) also a mumu inspired by acotar pls pls pls — ㅤsuburban gothic aesthetics … small dead - end town, a series of disappearances no one can solve, sharp objects vibes — ㅤcrime plots !! a heist mumu ?? — ㅤgenerally i just love angst, slow burn n enemies to lovers. thank u

* faces !

anyone from nct ( esp yangyang, jaemin, haechan, hendery, johnny, jaehyun, jeno ), red velvet ( esp seulgi ), twice ( esp momo, sana, tzuyu ) & blackpink aaron taylor-johnson / cha eunwoo / choi beomgyu / choi soobin / choi yeonjun ( pls i'll play him 1000 times ) / dev patel / evan mock / hwang hyunjin / jake gyllenhaal / jeff satur / kim mingyu / kim sunwoo / lee juyeon / mads mikkelsen / oscar isaac / pedro pascal / rahul kohli / riz ahmed / robert pattinson / song kang / steven yeun / thomas doherty / vernon chwe / yamazaki kento ana de armas / anya taylor-joy / davika hoorne / hande erçel / huh yunjin / hunter schafer / hwang yeji / im jinah / kim chaewon / kim chungha / kim doyeon / kim minjung ( winter ) / laura harrier / lee jieun / logan browning / mia goth / minnie yontararak / miyawaki sakura / savannah smith / shen xiaoting / shin ryujin / song yuqi / yandeh sallah / yoo jimin ( karina ) / zendaya / zion moreno

#1x1 #indie rp #1x1 rp #discord rp #discord 1x1 #if my tags don't work i'm ending it