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hyuckieblr · 1 month

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7llin' With Dream | ep. 4 — the Jaemin is not a princess debacle

Renjun and Haechan:

#park jisung #huang renjun #lee donghyuck #nct jisung #renjun #haechan #nct #nct dream #idk about you jwi but that man is definitely MY princess #I'm with renjun and hyuck with this one kid #hyuckieblr: gifs #2024

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kiachiako · 1 year

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april nct recs

my library of favorites from APR <3 all creds to authors

[ sorted by word count ]

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JAEMIN | better than your next (i'm the next) | @ddeonuism 11.9k [ part one ]

RENJUN | messenger | @dojunie — smau | You find a phone number written on the mirror of the Sulim Library's second floor bathroom. It’s scrawled messily across the glass in erasable expo marker, the handwriting underneath almost closer to hieroglyphics than lettering— and what you thought it read, was ‘SEND DUCK PICS FOR A GOOD TIME.’ (You suppose, in hindsight, it was a good thing this person’s penmanship was so shit— because if you knew what it really said, you might have never stumbled across the oddly intriguing inbox of one Huang Renjun.)

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[m] JAEHYUN | seeds of pomegranates | @anashins 29.5k — The day the god of the underworld steals you away, he expects to have found a timid wife to make his isolated life more bearable. Little does he know that the rose he picked from the garden called earth bears knives instead of thorns, and he might not have found a timid wife, but a queen with a heart as dark as his.

[m] JAEHYUN | hearts are won at practice | @angelwonie 21.2k — jung jaehyun is an obnoxious, way too handsome footballer whom you have no intention of getting to know. at least until a series of coincidences forces you to spend time with him, and you realize there might be more to him than what meets the eye.

CHENLE | potential | @rrxnjun 20k — rich kids au, childhood friends au, friends with benefits au. angst, fluff, suggestive | You saw his potential without seeing credentials. And maybe that's the issue.

[m] HAECHAN | monochrome | @sundaysundaes — Lee Donghyuck once believed in the concept of soulmates—how fate would connect a red thread from one lover to another, in a form of dreams and memories. That was how his parents met, that was how they claimed their happiness, and he wanted nothing more but to live his life the way they lived theirs. Until one day, as he sees her slipping away from his hands, he has no choice but to stop believing entirely.

CHENLE | i still love you | @xiaodejunletsact 17.4k — high school can be complicated. thats why when your crush of three years, zhong chenle, approaches you out of nowhere offering to drive you home you are right to question his intentions.

HAECHAN | free trial wedding style | @liliansun 10.6k — when a random, cute, guy comes up to you and practically asks for you to follow along, you do so without much thought. that is until you get home and see he’s your new neighbor who just might need your help a little more than you expected.

[m] HAECHAN + MARK | the girl is mine | @luvrkives 10.5k — mark and hyuck can't stop fighting over you. who fucks you better, who makes you laugh more, who you like most, who fucks you better, yada yada yada. but honestly, why argue when you would happily take them both?

JAEHYUN | love you goodbye | @serendipityseulgi 10.3k — the one with the story of dysfunctional love between you and jaehyun. aka, you both want different things and your love isn’t always enough.

[m] JOHNNY | color evasion | @ncteez 8.7k — or the one where you join a kink website and a specific dom’s profile catches your attention enough to actually meet him at a hotel and practically ignore your safe words bc man, he’s good.

[m] HAECHAN + JAEHYUN | mine too | @waithyuck 7.5k — donghyuck x jaehyun x reader (f), smut, basically pwp

JAEHYUN | eye of affection | @aitarose 6.6k — for as long as he can remember, jaehyun’s world has been in black and white - giving him no reason to appreciate his mother’s profession as an artist and the beauties that art can provide. however, an accidental meeting with you gives him reason to doubt his former beliefs - proving to him that there may be true beauty in a world that’s void of everything bright, that beauty being the sunshine that you provide.

HAECHAN | full of love (and stars) | @httplastic 6k — friends/roommates to lovers, light angst

[m] HAECHAN | unavoidable | @sunpopz 5.8k — after swearing to yourself you're done catching feelings for people; you meet someone who makes that incredibly difficult. you think you can avoid him... then you're assigned a final together.

RENJUN | hard to let go | @cinnajun 4.3k — your high school friend group had an ambiguous and messy end, and you never got any closure for anything. two years later, and lee donghyuck’s girlfriend lives on the same floor as you, and you’re forced to face huang renjun, whose abandonment hurt you the most.

HAECHAN | she's quiet | @ijuliet 3.4k — although you were not looking to make new friends, the ones you had tried their hardest to push you out of your comfort zone to find something abnormal for you. which is why you’re at a frat party on a thursday night, watching as lee donghyuck observes you from afar.

[m] HAECHAN | all bark no bite | @jjsneo 2.5k — lee haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. but that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.

JAEHYUN | in the rain | @sehunniepotwrites 1.9k — All this time, you were looking for love in the wrong places and in the wrong people. As a serial dater, you never thought you would find it in the pouring rain and in the person you trusted the most.

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ur fav recs n fics blog is back hehe | happy reading <3

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fullsunised · 10 months

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ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ¹³ : ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ

. ★彡 genre: fluff

. ★彡 trigger warnings: swearing like usual

. ★彡 requests open

. ★彡 a/n: bro hyuck I'm kinda disappointed, but I hope he learns. anw, it's a great day, and I have no ideas whatsoever. 😤😮‍💨. one piece is so good yall, I'm watching like a lot in one day bruh so FUCKING GOOD.

❝ 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 ❞

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

"hyuck, can you hand me that water bottle?"

his eyes drift to where you were pointing at, and he does hand it to you, but with a frown on his face. you were busy making lyrics on your laptop that you, for a moment forgot who was in front of you.

he's clear his throat multiple times resulting in you looking up and widening your eyes. a series of apologies leave you rapidly. mark just smiles shrugging it off, considering how he called you with someone else's name a lot of times, especially with haechan's.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 ] ࿐ྂ

"Jaem, pass me that salt"

he's so adorable, anyways, he's gonna take that salt into his hand and wait. you look up, eye brows furrowed confused as to why the salt was taking so much time when you realise what you did.

he has his eyebrows raised waiting for you to correct yourself. you apologise, making sure to ask him again with his name, and that's when he forgives you. not really actually because you'd have to drown him in kisses- we love a soft renjun :(

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

"renjun, hand me that paper"

jeno has wide eyes, and a huge pout. he's gonna still give you what you want because how can he say no to you? he doesn't mention it, and you forget it. for the whole day, he's gonna be pouty, and clingy.

you'd ask him what's wrong at the end of the day and he finally reveals what has happened. you'd apologise but laugh at him for being so adorable.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

"mark give me that book please"

boy is overdramatic asf. like not even kidding. gonna be making them offended gasps and shit, would even go as far to throwing that paper away. would definetly have a hand on his heart, and pretend like he's dying cause in a way he is (me fr)

looking up from where you were sitting, you'd widen your eyes, while he whines constantly, resulting in you rolling your eyes and offering to do something for him as an apology.

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐀 ] ࿐ྂ

"jeno, would you mind giving me that brush?"

you were busy doing your hair, running late for your schedules which is why the fact you didn't know or for a moment forgot who was next to you, watching you get dressed.

jaem is pouting, but still complies because he doesn't want you to run late. if you realise your mistake it's okay, if you don't he'd probably text you a bit later which results in you coming back home and drowning him in apologies and kisses.

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆] ࿐ྂ

"ji, what are we having for dinner?"

your eyes were on your phone scrolling through twitter catching up with your fans, and looking at what was going on in the world. without looking up, you'd ask the question. chenle is squinting his eyes at you, boy is gonna be sassy asf.

acting like you did the worst crime ever. would not even eat dinner with you, if you don't apologise asap. you'd pay as an apology, and he's gonna make sure you promise that you won't hang out as much with jisung.

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ] ࿐ྂ

"le, would you mind if I eat that?"

shocked. man is gonna have them wide eyes, but he's still gonna nod letting you have the last piece of the cake you bought. he's still watching you waiting for you to say something, and when you do he's gonna pretend it's fine, but you know he's thinking about it.

will be bothered by it for the rest of the day, a bit awkward with his actions which is the reason why you notice his shift in personality. you'd probably then apologise and tell him how you'd been busy with a lot of stuff and all. he's gonna forgive you, cause you loves you so much.

FULLSUNISED.

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nctsworld · 8 months

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Your latest fic was so cute and funny. Deadass left me want to have more of it. Like, did the date go successfully? What other tricks our mischievous Gemini had up his sleeves? Seriously, short but so good.

thank you so much for reading at your earliest convenience! i won't be writing a continuation, but here's how it goes down:

reader is furious, and in retaliation, truly wants to set the bar high for the date

date activities requested: go to the movie theatre (and you tell hyuck he better be ready to buy every single snack and drink available), dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town (this shouldn't be surprising), then overpriced ice cream in the same area as the restaurant

but of course! hyuck turns it around and takes it a step up

he rents out an entire theatre to watch the movie, on top of clearing out the snack and drink section (hyuck is grateful for his friend, renjun, who is the manager of the theatre)

there's a moment when the back of your hands brush as you reach for the popcorn, but you deny your anxiety (and the obvious tension). obviously, it's only because you're the only two in this entire theatre.

afterwards, he doesn't drive you to the restaurant, but to the pier instead.

"i'm not even kidding—are you going to kill me and dump my body here?"

"i feel like if that was going to happen, you'd be doing that to me."

"then why aren't we at the restaurant?"

your brain clicks when you see it: the small cruise ship.

"you never said i couldn't bring the restaurant to you."

he isn't kidding, because he pulled strings to have one of the sous chefs from the restaurant to work tonight on his day off (you catch that his name is jaemin and that he owes hyuck a huge favour—okay, seriously? is this guy friends with everyone in town?)

and it's utterly romantic. only the two of you, besides some help and the chef.

candles light everywhere. wine and champagne, both readily available. the food is to die for.

you're warm. not from the alcohol and food. not from all the candles. not from all the smiling, laughing, and the truly, genuine good time you're having. something is blooming.

as the sun falls, especially by sea side, it becomes chillier. he offers his black bomber jacket and you accept, placing it around your shoulders.

when you finish dinner, you didn't expect to have a small cart roll up to you with several ice cream options.

"okay, i couldn't get the same brands from that store, but jaemin recommended these and they were pretty expensive."

following that, you catch yourself getting lost in his goofy smile, and after a beat, he laughs awkwardly.

"you okay? you're looking at me kind of funny."

shaking your head, you play into it. "because you do look funny."

the night ends perfectly. he drives you home, like the gentleman he is, and walks you to your door.

"i hate to say it, but i really had a good night."

"told ya."

god, that smirk.

"you're looking at me funny again," he says, but the expression on his face makes you think he knows something you don't.

you don't even compute the moment he leans in, cups your cheeks, and pulls you in for a sweet, deep kiss

the kind where it happens, you take a one-second breather, and then you dive right back into it

both of you, after making out for some time, realize you should probably stop as everyone can see.

"i'll text you later, yeah?" he says, drawing back.

you simply nod, mesmerized by him. his lips. his everything.

"for our next date, by the way," he whisper-shouts, walking backwards. "i'm calling the shots and it'll be a simple one."

"who says there'll be a second date?" you ask cheekily.

"oh yeah?" he raises an eyebrow.

you embrace for another few more minutes until a dog barks, breaking your bubble.

and hyuck ends off with a kiss on your cheek and a soft good night whispered into your ear.

#fullsunsets #cee.q&a #yn brainrot #haechan fluff #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #haechan fanfic #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #omg i wrote way more than i thought i would but there ya go!!! HAHA

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atinyjules · 1 month

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Broken Melodies: Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-8}

A/n: Welcome back! I don't really have anything to say so let's just get started ay?

Here it iss✨

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

Eunbi's

The next day I woke up feeling healthier and ready to go to college. I took a shower, did my skincare and wore my outfit of the day before going downstairs to eat breakfast with dad and Jaem.

"Where Jaem?" I ask dad as we ate.

"He had to go early for something." he said making my mouth form an o before nodding.

"Okay, oh-dad our class is going on a camping trip." I said as he nodded.

"Jeno and Jaemin told me." he said making me furrow my brows.

"Why would Jeno tell you about it?" I questioned as he chuckled.

"Because he wants you to be there." he said making me shake my head.

"Thank you, because of you two...the gangs have never been more peaceful and friendly with each other." Dad said softly making me smile.

"Dad, I promised I'd do it." I said as he smiled and patted my head.

After finishing my breakfast I went off to college after Renjun and Haechan came to pick me up in Renjun's car.

"No kidding, Lee Jeno did that?" Haechan said as I nodded.

"Yup. He even told me to get well quickly...did something happen yesterday?" I asked them as they thought.

"I don't think so-" Haechan cut himself and gasped as Renjun looked at him before gasping himself.

"What?" I asked as they both stood in front of me and raised their hands, shaking them.

"NOTHING!" They said in unison making me get suspicious as they awkwardly laughed and headed to class.

"Why are they acting so weirdly?" I mumbled and headed to class as well.

"Your camping trip is coming and so is your summer holidays. In fact you'll all be starting your summer holidays after you return from the camping trip sooo, I have prepared an assignment for all of you to do." Professor Cho said making everyone groan and complain when she clapped her hands.

"Now, now! It's a group assignment and don't worry! I've already paired you in to teams of six and seven!" she said enthusiastically making me groan as well.

"When I call your names, one of you come to take your assignments." she said as I waited for my name to be called.

Anyone but Dong Xiaolian. I'm okay with Jeno. Just not Dong Xiaolian.

"Na Eunbi, Jo Yuri, Dong Xiaolian, Lee Jeno, Lee Donghyuck, Huang Renjun and Na Jaemin." I felt my world collaspe as I heard Bitch Dong Xiaolian and my brother's names. I don't hate my brother...but with Jeno supposedly liking Xiaolian and Jaemin definitely liking her (idk what he saw in her) they can't be in the same room.

I saw Xiaolian getting up to go get the assignment making my eyes twitch as I hurried and got it before her. I threw her a sarcastic smile as I walked back to my seat.

"Eunbi, we're team mates!" I smiled and hugged Yuri as she sat in her seat which was infront of me.

"I know! I'm happy to have at least one person in the team who's not stupid." I say getting a dissatisfied look from Renjun who was my seat mate.

"Says the said stupid person. I get the highest grades in class." he says proudly before flipping his front hair.

"And Yuri gets second. She's right behind you and I'm right behind her." I say making Yuri laugh as I pushed Renjun.

"Yeah, you're right behind her not me." he said making me speechless as he laughed when Hyuck came and squeezed himself into Renjun's chair.

"Yah! What are you-" Hyuck cut Renjun off by leaning on the desk.

"Guysss, Jeno and Jaemin...there is a really tense air surrounding them and Xiaolian." he said making me whip my head towards them.

Oh no

"Jeno! JENO!" I called for him and for a quick second I could've sworn I saw Xiaolian send me a glare but no one seemed to have noticed so I shrugged.

Jeno groaned and came towards me.

"What?" he said minding his tone.

"Sit! We have to discuss." I said as he turned his head around.

Don't do it.

"Xiaolian...we're gonna discuss about the assignment." my eye twitched at Jeno as Renjun tugged at my hair to bring me out of my trance.

Irritation was evident in my face as everyone sat in a circle.

"The Na's have the same look on their faces! What's wrong?" Hyuck asked while laughing causing both of us to look at each other before looking at Hyuck.

"Mind your own business!" we said in unison making Hyuck raise his hands in defense.

"I'm sorry!" he said as we huffed.

"Sooo, since we're a team we should have a team leader! How about we vote? Everyone gets to vote for two people!" Xiaolian said as I scoffed.

Bitch trying to make everyone choose her.

"Lets start with Jeno! Who wants Jeno to be the leader?" she said cheerfully as she raised her hand.

Not me

"Just me? I thought Eunbi would vote since she's dating Jeno!" she said and looked at me in a semi-shocked, semi-mocking expression.

"Well, I know he's not capable of carrying out the role of team leader for a Literature assignment. He hates the subject." I say as Yuri, Hyuck and Renjun whoop and cheer.

"She has a point." Jeno said as I threw a smug smile at Xiaolian.

"Okay, what about Haechan?" Renjun chuckled as no one raised their hand for him making him sulk.

"Oookay! What about Renjun?" before anyone could speak Renjun raised his hand.

"I'm not interested." he said making me, Yuri and Hyuck hit him.

"Why not?!" we questioned in unison as he waved it off.

"Not. Intetested." he said as we continued.

"Okay! What about me?" she said confidently as I scoffed internally.

I knew Jaemin would definitely raise his hand up but the moment Jeno did a look of pure rage spread through my face as I gave him a long hard pinch on the thigh without anyone's knowledge.

Good thing I decided to wear my pointy nails today.

He winced and looked over to me as I threw him a dirty look.

'What do you think you're doing?' I asked through my eyes as he kept his hand up.

'What I want, any problem?' He retaliated making me gasp as Xiaolian's voice brought us back to reality.

So that's how you wanna play?

"Oh! I'm so sorry Eunbi, I got your boyfriend's vote!" she said, sounding a bit too happy as I gritted my teeth.

"Ya, give me your vote and I'll give you mine during your turn." I whispered to Jaemin who sat beside me as he shrugged.

"I was gonna give it to you anyways, besides, I don't need yours. I'm not interested in playing leader." he whispered as I furrowed my brows at him.

"But you gave yours to Xiaolian." I whispered as he shrugged.

"You can give votes to anyone no matter who you voted for." he said as I smiled and nudged his shoulder.

"Since I have the most votes so far I think its best if I'm the leader." Xiaolian said making me quirk my brows as I stood up.

"There's six of us and you got only two votes, majority didn't vote for you. Besides, Yuri, Jaem and me didn't get our turns." I said as she smiled at me.

"Yuri isn't interested and Jaemin won't get any votes anyways. So there isn't any use for you to contest." she said making me scoff in disbelief as I looked at Yuri and Jaem.

How could she talk about Jaem like that?!

"I wasn't interested anyways...but that doesn't mean my sister can't get a turn. Whether its useful or not she still deserves a chance. So...those who vote for Eunbi to be leader, raise your hands." Jaem said raising his hands as I looked at him, speechless when I felt movement from beside me.

"She has my vote." Renjun said making me widen my eyes as Hyuck and Yuri raised their hands.

"Count us in to!" Yuri said as Hyuck proudly nodded along.

"Yeah!" Hyuck said when I saw Jeno raising his hand as well without looking at me. I turned to look at Jaemin who smirked and stood up as he eyed Xiaolian.

"Eunbi got five votes while you got two...I think we already know who our team leader is...majority wins." he said as he looked at me with a smile.

"But Eunbi's not good in Literature, so I just meant to say that it would be better if I'm the leader since I'm better at Korean Literature." Xiaolian said with a smile making me scoff.

"You're looking at a Korean and Foreign literature topper." I said proudly as I took the file from her.

"Let's begin shall we?"

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Jaemin's

I chuckled as Bi hopped through the street as

we made our way back home. We decided to walk instead so that we could get some stuff before we head home.

"Did you see her face?! Oh-I forgot you like her." she whispered the last part as I ruffled her hair.

"No worries." I said with a slightly monotone voice making her stop and look at me.

"You okay? You've been off since we got paired up." She said as I sighed.

"It's hard to hide your feelings from someone you like." I lied hoping she'd fall for it and it looked like she did as she let out an exasperated sigh.

"You're unbelievable." Bi said and hit my arm as I chuckled. She ran infront to enter the convenience store making me stop in my tracks for a while as my mind drifted off to when I was at class.

"Hey, Xiaolian. Guess we're paired up." I said smiling brightly with an enthusiastic tone.

"Ugh...I'm paired up with both the Na's." she said making my smile falter as I quickly regained my composure and chuckled.

"What's wrong with being around Na's?" I said as she glared at me.

"If Jeno hates the Na's, so do I."

Oh, no. Jaemin's heart has been broken to shards-😭

That's it for this chapter 💖✨

Taglist: @multifandomania @chenlesfeetpic

I hope you liked it! 💖✨

You can find chapter 9 here

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 💖✨

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ohdudehesflirting · 1 year

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dream & their godly parents

warnings: blades swords swearing gay shit mentions of kissing and food I think

note: love pjo and nct sooo yeah

마크<3

defo big 3

i think Poseidon is the best match

in chilling in the dream

how he was ok with the cold ass water

ma boi yes.

when he finds out ab being able to control water

(also surprised he can talk w horses)

“whoa dude- what just happened”

“u have powers” “wtf”

also … his spider-sense

very agile in combat

outside the arena……

clumsy somehow??

different story for another day

don't let him near bows and arrows

my guy how did u manage to break 4 bows in the span of 3 minutes

he is clearly as confused as you are

“dude I'm as lost as u”

our Canadian boy<3

런쥔<3

did I make this whole post just to vent ab child-of-athena!renjun

ummm… ofcourse

every sane person would do that right ????

right????

n e gays

very smart

book and street

gives the best advice

very calm…. is……. yeah no one believed that

shouts a lot but outside of libraries

if u disrespect libraries u are done w him

gets lost in thought a lot

lots of spacing out

probably planning his next murder but u didn't hear it from me

very skilled w bow and arrow

with swords….. not so much

very charming in an unexpected way

loves owls bc they remind him of his mom

has read harry potter

avid hater

(has secretly watched the half blood prince 13 times and has a ppt of 40 slides ab why its the best movie)

ace <3

does not care ab sex

제노<3

big 3

100%

he is the one with the most Zeus vibes

or ares maybe

but I don't see him being conflictive

but he is sharp? if that makes sense

(it does not ik)

but yeah

very scary looking

has a reputation for being good at close combat

biggest softie ever

can sometimes control electricity

gets called sparkly fingers by jaem

bc when he's nervous he fidgets w the electricity

gets along w jaemin bc jaemin was very anti-social

and he was a social butterfly with no real friends

they are inseparable now

rumor says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me

bi wife energy but he's the bi wife

동혁<3

an Afrodite kid if I ever saw one

when he arrived to camp

he was the moment

the initial thought was that he was gonna be mean

bc that's how movie logic works

pretty= mean

don't blame me blame Hollywood

but he is an actual ray of sunshine

gets confused a lot w apollo kids

bc ma boi has pipes

gets along w everyone

but is not afraid to stand up for his friends

very extroverted and witty

has a good sense of humor and is street smart

met mark just as they were both discovering their powers

when he is close to a person he can see who they have feelings for

safe to say he saw Jeno and jaem

stuck w mark bc he could relate to him

ended up being soulmates

hyuck is a ray of sunshine

재민<3

hades…

yes

he is powerful and he knows that

likes that he can inspire fear

On the inside he loves romcoms and cries every time he watches the notebook

big softy

tsundere!!

was not close to a lot of people

no one except his brother and sister (irene and yoongi)

they adore each other so much

it's like they have their own language

but he had like o friends so when jeno approached him

he was surprised to say the least

likes being accompanied in silence

haTES small talk

would very much rather talk ab ones purpose on earth

or death too (pun kinda intended

talks ab deep shit w renjun

who he met through jeno

jeno says his coffee order comes from the depths of hell

(funny u say that )

jaem switches their drinks to see the disgusted expression on jeno’s face

(a simps behavior)

천러<3

apollo kid??

yeah

doesn't really fit in w his siblings

bc he has a darker aura

people mistake him for an ares kid

but he loves his siblings and his siblings love him

as an apollo kid he can sing v well

beautiful voice

but kinda shy to sing live

not scared to approach others

but prefers staying in his circle

really likes daggers

and is vv good w them

he trained mark for a bit

and then gave up bc he realized the canadian is helpless w any dagger or bow or anything except swords for a reason

arrived at camp w jisung

been stuck by the hip ever since

I see chenle where is jisung 🤨🤨 oh there he is hi ji

constantly giving each other gifts

fun fact his dagger was a jisung gift when they were finding their preferred weapon

lowkey like each other

they spend time near the auditorium

(word on the street says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me)

i love chenle

지성<3

CHILD OF ARESSSSS

tell me u don't agree🤨

impossible

cute but agile

he is vv shy tho

when he battles completely transforms

extremely talented w swords

when he first picked up one

he felt complete??

idk that's what he told chenle

his sword is made of celestial bronze

takes care of it more than his life

his sword was a gift from his dad

but his dad sent it by chenle

chenle jokes that he is the best gift-giver ever

training and fighting is very therapeutic for him

98% of the time is in the arena when he is not with chenle

trains with the straw dummies when he has a lot on his mind

“training w straw dummies is very mundane so it helps me think”

he is on the younger side out of all the campers

but has more experience than most of them

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odxrilove · 2 years

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MY RIDE OR DIE – l.hc (TEASER)

pairing: brother’s best friend!haechan x f!reader

genre: brother’s best friend au, neighbors au, one-sided enemies to lovers, fluff

warnings: gentleman haechan, best brother jaemin, swearing, some flirting/teasing, mentions of renjun, one mention of mark and jeno, there’s probably more but idk

wc: 5.5k for fic, around 200 for the teaser

status: POSTED HERE!!!

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a/n: hi hi everyone! it's been a few weeks 😰 i'm very very happy to be back so to celebrate that, why not post my very first +2k word fic hehe ,, hope u enjoy <3

synopsis: hyuck is your brother’s best friend since your family moved next to his house when you were little kids. however, as much as your brother wants you to get along with his friends, you just can’t seem to stand his closest friend, the oh so confident and popular haechan. but when you get stood up on a date with no money left and rain pouring from the sky, haechan seems to be the only option left.

when the clock hits four pm, you had finally convinced yourself that your date wouldn’t show up. it hurt but it was the harsh truth.

without losing another second, you called jaemin.

and when he did finally pick up after the third ring, your shaky voice surprised him.

“nana, can you please pick me up?”

you almost never call jaemin by the nickname haechan gave him, but when you do, it’s either because you want something from him or there’s something wrong and he’s pretty sure that right now, it’s not the first option.

you can hear him sigh through the phone and you imagine him rubbing his head and closing his eyes in frustration, already preparing yourself for what he has to say.

“i am so sorry yn, but i can’t leave right now.” jaemin sounds so apologetic and guilt starts to creep up as you can make out a voice in the background that ushers jaemin to hurry up. before you can hang up, he speaks up again, “listen, don’t worry okay? i will call someone to pick you up, trust me.”

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Feeling a burning sensation to his chest, Taeyong winced as he held his shirt that clung to his skin. "They got him..." He heaves in deep breathes. "They killed my second half!!" He yells as he slammed his fist onto stone covered wall. A burned mark being left behind as his fist had heated up along with his eyes changing from their normal brown color.

Looking to their leader, the kidnapped hounds that were converted into beserkers. Men dressed in bear pelts, bear skulls for helmets and shirtless with ash dusted all over them. They all huff and roll their shoulders as they waited for their command.

"Take them down. Every single one of them." Taeyong, the leader that was left possessed by an ancient thousand year old nogistune gruffly said.

"Baby, I'm so sorry-" Jeno goes to apologize after they had gone to find the real Haechan that had risen from the ground in old bandges and an old army jacket.

The nogistune, an evil ancient spirit that is described as a supernatural dark kitsune. Hidden in an army man who had died decades of years ago by an accidental fire, covered in bandages from head to toe. Has been said to possess individuals in order to cause chaos in which it feeds off from. (More information will be posted on @beaconhillsxbot )

"Fuck you!" Hyuck yells with a broken tone to his voice as he pulls another piece of bandage off of himself. "Were you trying to kill me?! What if that was the real me?!"

"But it wasn't the real you," Renjun butts in as he gets a glare from Haechan.

"Fuck you too, Renjun." Haechan curses at his best friend.

Quietly standing by his father as he watched everything, Sunwoo whispers, "Moving here with you doesn't seem so bad after all."

Glancing to his son, Hanbin sighed as he looked back to Haechan cussing out Jeno and San.

"At least you're not dead or possessed anymore," Johnny speaks up as he began to pick up the pieces to the only weapon that could kill a nogistune. "So stop bitching and help us figure out what Taeyong is going to do. We need to stop the others from harming people."

Breathing in and out as he finished taking off dirty bandages off of himself, Haechan scooped up his toddler and turned to everyone that stared at him. "He didn't do much of the planning," he begins to inform them. "I did." He admits.

"When that nogistune invaded my mind, it held this... this dark plan to cause chaos. It felt like I was running around a dark maze in order to take some control of my own body. So... when I had blackouts, he would use my body to kidnap the guys. Then came the night terrors. Those were the worst. I never knew I would wonder off without knowing where I was." Shaking his head, he looks to Minjun who blinks at him. "I had Taeyong convert the guys into beserkers."

"Oh you've got to be kidding," Sehun blurts out. "First your dumbass gets possessed and now you're telling us that there's supernatural hell hounds out there with far more strength to kill us? Great, fucking great!" He says throwing his hands up and down, Lola following in slapping Sehun's arm to shut him up.

"If we can neutralize the beserkers, then we can corner Taeyong in order to get the sword through him." San speaks up as he had stayed quiet, thinking of their next plan in action. "Because he's not the real Taeyong. If we found Haechan rising up from the ground, then Taeyong must be buried as well. The nogistune buried both of you so that we couldn't find you."

"It must have buried them well enough more than 6 feet since we couldn't smell Haechan or hear him at all," Jake says from next to Sunwoo.

"Then we'll have to hunt him first in order for Taeyong to come out," San says.

Standing at the far end of where one of the houses was built, Taeyong, the nogistune, takes in a good whiff of the area. A dark smirk takes over his features as he motioned for the beserkers to charge forward. "Let the games begin." He says with a deep tone.

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lilac does give off hyuck psycho vibes (srry) and maybe even jungwoo/chenle, i think bc everyone just loves you and you're a happy pill that i wouldn't doubt if you stanned these fellas

niwa seems like a ten/winwin/renjun stan solely because she seems calm but is actually very wild and keepa order more often than not OR when she makes a joke/jab at someone it does numbers on everyone

loki is like a yangyang/haechan/johnny stan cause yeah she's chaotic and i feel like these three are good at outsmarting people and i get big brain vibes from her

joy is like a jeno/jaemin/mark/hendery stan cause they're chaotic but loveable and isn't that her essence, they're always making someone laugh and are maybe awkward sometimes but they care and show it through their actions

esa gives yuta/mark/taeyong/jaehyun? vibes, i haven't seen her active yet but from what you guys say she's sort of quiet, mysterious, brainy, maybe even feels like home, very baby, and iirc deadpan, too? and you guys describe her as this ethereal being (all of you are) and i see these four being the best fit

wanted to clear out the asks and saw this! and anonie, i must say you are very spot on with your descriptions for the girls! also i added my own versions, and it got a bit too long so yeah, read under the cut!

lilac is very homey, very motherly and genuinely is such a happy pill. like honestly, hearing her laugh will immediately add ten years to your lifespan bc she is just that contagious with her happiness. i'd actually say haechan-johnny combo is how i'd best describe her, maybe with a dash of ten too, bc the way conversations take a turn sometimes when she talks about hyuck 😭 also omg taeil and taeyong !!! bc they are also as motherly as lilac and are always down to join on the shenanigans their kids do

niwa is honestly such a sweetheart, like y'all can't even imagine, but she will also not hesitate to throw hands or exchange a few words if you mess with her loved ones, a very family/friends-oriented babes. i'd say yangyang-renjun for her, where renjun is her serious side when the situation calls for it while yangyang is her playful side whenever we have fun. she has the perfect balance between it all, and also i'd add jungwoo to the mix bc she is very soft-spoken too!

joy is mark, hands down. she's such a hard-worker and juggles all the things life throws at her, literally just like how sm puts mark in every sub-unit. she gets the job done always, even if it's a second before the deadline. also, jeno too bc of the way she loves, like she doesn't do it very openly and her love language is teasing and bullying. it sounds bad but i promise it's comes from her heart and if you are a close person to her, you can just feel the love and joy radiate off her.

esa is jaehyun, for sure. her vibes are all "i'm here for a good time, not a long time" and jaehyun gives out that energy as well. also, taeyong as well bc she is a lovely goofball with such good music taste, like literally she is so cool. she's like that senior at school you fall in love with bc she has that charming and charismatic persona with like gallons of coolness. this girl single-handedly made me like rock music and i bet she doesn't even know it.

forever and always grateful to have met these girls. we always say that the universe knew putting us together would literally make the world break so that's why we were scattered all around the world. these are the people i have always wanted in my life and i am not religious but whenever these girls are there for me, i thank whoever is up there for have giving me the opportunity to meet them.

#loki takeover 💃✨

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Naur bc how you gonna make the two quiet ones (sal and jeno) argue you KNOW it's not making it out of the DMs 🤡

Ans then on the opposing side you have mal and jaemin who show their emotions so clearly even if they try to deny it??? The duality, AND the fact that these jokers are all best friends w each other

I HOPE jaemin and mal make up but also?? I'm kinda hoping jeno and sal never recover OR if they do it's gradual bc i just know they're silent asf and keep their emotions in (and ik this bc even in etmy they were always focused on the others' feelings, not their own - but being focused on your own feelings is not a bad thing, kids) also i was wondering if jeno and sal would be quiet in the gcs, too

And renjun getting his head split in two bc of his friends :(( neowa is the perfect one for him bc she seems to be the one who he talks about a lot after y/n started dating haechan ykwim?

ANYWAYS when are we getting another chapter, queen? I'm dying to see what happens next!!

NO BC THATS WHAT MAKES IT INTERESTING,, they don’t say shit to each other in person other than bombastic side eyes and everyone’s like yeah we know the beef ain’t wagyu w them rn and then in chat they’re like “i hate you” “guess that makes two of us” blah blah blah and the cycle repeats

NO BC YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. when it came to the spin-offs (which wasn’t a original idea btw,, it literally was only hyuck bc i was in a writing drought and ts did her ver of speak now and i saw a hyuck edit and i was listening to enchanted and etmy was born right then and there,, i was like who would be good w who and i was like sal is a jen’s girl ((she is irl too but rn she’s ready to fight him bc of the smau😭😭 and so on and so forth)

NAUR BC I PROMISED EVERYONE A HAPPY. ENDINg. it might only literally be two seconds but hell,, a happy ending is a happy ending and no bc i think they’re gonna be quiet and not directly talk to one another

AND YES SOMEONE NOTICED IT,, purposely started doing that bc i wanted them to gradually have moments together till their story bc it’s gonna be by far the saddest and and it’s last 🥲

IM COMING MY CHILDREN I PROMISE

#anonymous : answered #lilac’s moots 🥳#our last kiss — smau #these asks y’all don’t even know warm my heart like these are what motivate me

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i shake my head, taking a step back this time, looking up at him in disbelief. "i-i don't know who to believe! that's why i'm giving you the chance to tell me the truth. you made hyuck and his siblings seem like horrible, selfish people when they've all been so kind to me!" i exclaim, wiping at the tears that began to fill my vision. "p-please, i want the truth, jae," i whisper, looking up at him. "w-we both know that if it comes down to it, i-i'll figure out one way or another and neither y-you or taeyong a-are strong enough to stop the charm," i whisper, hating the idea of using my charm on my brother but i needed to know. ⚡️

jaehyun sighs softly, "you and that damn charm thats all you seem to resort to when things dont go your way." he mutters, "im trying to protect you, make sure you stay friends with good people like jeno, jaemin, and renjun! not kids, misfits like the hades' boy!"

#demi god!renhyuck #⚡️ anon

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atinyjules · 1 month

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Broken Melodies : Fake or True ft. Lee Jeno {ch-6}

A/n: Welcome to chapter 6! And as promised, it's my birthday so three chapters for this series and an update on Mark's fic.

I'm finally 18!

But anyways! Here it iss✨

The mini - masterlist for this series can be found here

Eunbi's

"Are you okay?" I ask a rage filled Jeno as I try to keep up with his footsteps after he almost popped at Jaemin.

"Do I look like I'm okay?" he says through gritted teeth.

"Well, no. But calm down!" I say as I follow him to the roof top.

"Don't! Tell me to calm down! Stop acting like a leech and leave me alone!" he shouted at me making me scoff.

"You! Need to learn! How to fucking control your fucking ANGER!" I exclaim and hit him on the chest before leaving for class making him kick the flower pot and scream in anger.

After we returned to class he triggered another argument by nudging me, ruining my notes while walking past me to go to his seat. I got up and threw my textbook towards him, making the rest of the class gasp when it hit the back of his head.

"Everyone says that you're a nuisance. CLEARLY they were wrong cause you're the Demon's Spawn himself!" I exclaimed as he looked at me offended before breaking into a sarcastic chuckle.

"Like you're any better. If you think you're a graceful princess you're wrong cause you're Viking! Everyone said that I won the lottery cause you were like a Goddess but damn...you're a pig instead!" he said making me gasp.

"Lee Jeno!" I exclaim.

"Na Eunbi!" he exclaimed when the sound of a book hitting the desk brought us back to reality. Professor Kim glared at us through her glasses and smiled.

"Well, since the beautiful couple can't live one second without screaming at each other...why not punish you together?" she said as we widened our eyes.

"This is all your fault." I breathed out as I struggled to scrub out the burned food from the pot.

"Stop blaming me, you played a part in this as well!" He exclaimed and aggresively scrubbed the pot.

"You always blame me for any minor inconvenience you face!" I exclaimed and threw the dirty scrubber at him.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" he exclaimed and wiped the dirty foam from his cheek aggressively.

"You! After the argument at the rooftop we could've just quietly gone about with our day but of course you being LEE JENO had to do a classic Lee Jeno move by showing your anger and taking revenge!" I exclaimed and he was about to reply when Hyuck's voice caught our attention.

"So cute, our power couple is already embarking on marvellous adventures with each other all the while showcasing their undeniable power of love~" Hyuck cooed as the both of us faced him at the same time.

"Shut it Hyuck!" We both exclaimed in unison.

"Whoa whoaaa- I'm just kidding!" he exclaimed with his hands up in defense. Hyuck decided to take a seat by my side as he watched us intently.

"You know, you guys should audition to become actors. Everyone at class is convinced that you guys are having that one big fight every couple has once in a while." Hyuck said with a smile when Jeno threw his scrubber at me.

"What the FUCK, LEE JENO!" I exploded as he huffed.

"So you went on to spill the secret to this big mouth huh? Who else did you spill it to? Girls can't even keep a secret." he said making me dip my scrubber in the dirty water before throwing it at him and standing up.

"I can tell whoever the fuck I want. At least Hyuck and Renjun are more reliable than you'll ever be! You can do the rest of the dishes on your OWN!" I exclaimed and stomped away to the girls wash room.

"Bro, it doesn't hurt to treat a lady with respect you know..." Haechan told Jeno who just shrugged and chased him away.

After doing my business I looked at my face in the mirror, sighing before turning on the tap and washing my hands.

"That Lee Jeno will get it from me." I mumbled and washed my hands and face aggressively before silence enveloped me and I stared at my hands.

Why does he always treat me so aggressively the moment we're out of eyes and ears shot?

And why does he always...stare at Xiaolian?

I was brought out of my thoughts when someone stopped the tap.

"You're wasting water." I turn to see the devil herself.

"Oh, I didn't realize." I mumble as I wipe my hand and face with my mini towel as Xiaolian herself touched up her makeup.

"I heard...you and Jeno are dating." she said while reapplying her mascara making me tense.

Why does she care? Its not her business anyways.

"And?" I ask, clearly making it obvious that I don't have any interest in having a conversation with her. She sighed as she got the hint.

"Someone as amazing as him is your boyfriend, he treats you like a queen...so I think you should return the favour and treat him with care and respect." she said making my eye twitch as I took out my lip gloss and applied it on my lips after completing my skincare.

"And I think that you should worry about your own life instead of butting in other peoples love life." I say in a cold tone before turning to face her.

"Besides...its none of your business how we treat each other." I say before turning and leaving the wash room.

After walking out of the wash room I walk towards the class and stop in my tracks. I take a deep breath and decide that I want to go home. Today was just...not my day. I send Jaemin, Hyuck and Renjun a quick text before making my way to the parking area.

Jaem ￣へ￣

I'm going home, I think I'm running a cold.

Hyuckie ☀

Dong Xiaolian fucking pissed me off, I'll spill the tea later. Come over.

Junnie 🦊

Dong Xiaolian fucking pissed me off, I'll spill the tea later. Come over with Hyuck.

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Jeno's

"Where's she?" I ask Haechan as he lets out a sigh.

"Home, she caught a cold cause someone threw a damp scrubber at her." he said in a monotone voice making me smack his head.

"She can't just suddenly catch a cold like that." I said in an angry tone.

"I already told you the reason! What else do you wanna hear?" he exclaims while rubbing at the spot I punched him in.

I huffed and turned around. I took a short glance at Xiaolian but quickly diverted my eyes elsewhere, the moment we made eye contact. I internally cursed the moment I saw her small figure come towards me.

She smiled and sat on the empty seat in front of me as I cleared my throat.

"I don't see Eunbi anywhere?" she asked as I controlled my bashfulness and looked at her.

"She got sick." I said as she furrowed her brows.

"But when I met her in the wash room she seemed normal. Maybe she was just in a bad mood." Xiaolian said as I scoffed.

"We had an argument and she ran off." I said as she nodded.

"No wonder she went off at me. But its fine, I'm sure she had her reasons." she said making my eyes go wide.

"S-She went off at you? I'm sorry." I apologized as she waved it off.

"No, no! It's fine. I get it, us girls tend to have anger episodes...well I'll get back to my seat." she said with a smile before waving and walking off.

I smile softly as I watch her figure retreat to her seat.

Xiaolian is so much better than Eunbi. Compared to Eunbi, Xiaolian is more soft and tender.

She's definitely the one for me.

I turned back only to see Haechan staring at me and his phone simultaneously.

"What are you looking at?" I questioned as he narrowed his eyes at me and tch'd at me.

"Nothing." he said and turned towards the board.

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Eunbi's

I was currently laying on my bed with warm clothes and a large blanket on me when Hyuck and Renjun arrived. I immediately let out a sigh of relief and motioned them to come by my side quick with a smile.

"Did Jaem come too?" I asked as Renjun motioned the door.

"He's right behind us." he said and as if on cue Jaem entered my room with a stone cold face.

"You would never date someone like Jeno. Just admit you're lying." he said making me roll my eyes.

"I'm not. We just had a fight today because someone tackled and attacked him like a wild animal." I said referring to him.

"Don't lie." he said in a warning tone as I scoffed.

"I'm not, now leave." I said as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Jaemin, love doesn't lie. Eunbi is sick, don't parade her with questions like that." Renjun said as Jaemin peered at me and the guys one last time before leaving for his room.

"We're not done." he said to me, stopping by the door and closing the door behind him before leaving.

"He's so dramatic." Hyuck said making me agree with him as they sat by my bed.

"So...spill." Renjun said as I let out a frustrated sigh.

"After me and Jeno had an argument I went to the wash room to clean up but I met Xiaolian there. She was being so annoying!" I exclaimed as Hyuck motioned me to continue.

"What did she do?" he asked as I took a sip of my tea.

"She was blabbering on about how much of an amazing boyfriend I had and that I should return the favour and treat him with care and respect because he does the same with me." I told them as Renjun and Hyuck narrowed their eyes.

"That's not even her life." Hyuck said and I nodded.

"Exactly, so I told her to fuck off and worry about her own life." I said when Renjun spoke up.

"Why is she so concerned about how you treat Jeno? It's not her business or her love life." Renjun said making me nod.

"Exactly, she's was being so specific about me treating Jeno nicely. But in reality it's Jeno who doesn't treat me nicely." I say as Renjun still has a monotone look on his face.

"I...I'm gonna be honest right now. I think she definitely has her eyes on Jeno. Even after you left, during class...she went up and talked to him." Renjun said making my eye twitch.

"That was exactly what I was gonna tell you about! After you left, she came and sat infront of Jeno asking where you were. Jeno told her that you were sick and she went on to tell him about your little chat at the girls wash room." Haechan said making me narrow my eyes.

"What did she say?" I asked in a low tone.

"She told him that you might just be in a bad mood and Jeno told her that you guys fought then she acted so...she acted like a victim. She told him that maybe that was the reason you went off at her and told him that it was fine and it was a girl thing since girls usually have anger episodes once in a while. And Jeno looked so shocked the moment she told him that, he quickly apologized for your behaviour."he said making my blood boil.

"I didn't even go off at her. She started the conversation and I just told her to mind her own business." I said in disbelief as Hyuck nodded

"That's why, when you sent us the text I was confused." Hyuck said as Renjun came back from his thoughts.

"She...definitely wants him. I mean...why else would she confront you about your love life and give a bad image of yourself to Jeno?" Renjun said as I looked down at my hands.

"I shouldn't be affected by any of this but these days...she's been eating my brain. Jeno keeps stealing glances at her and talks to her with such a delicate tone. He treats her differently and I shouldn't feel threatened or affected but that's all that occupies my mind." I say and groan as Hyuck rubs my back.

"You like him don't you?" Hyuck asks carefully as I sigh and sit up.

"I...I don't know." I say as Renjun clears his throat.

"I don't want to pop your bubble and make you feel worse but...I have a theory..." Renjun says as I motion him to continue.

"Even before you came...Jeno always behaved differently in front of Xiaolian. She was the only person he allowed near him. Not to mention...he keeps stealing glances at her and smiles in adoration when she makes a mistake or embarrasses herself accidently. So...what I'm trying to say is...maybe....MAYBE...Jeno likes her too...?" he say making my stomach drop as an overwhelming bad feeling takes over me.

"Today...when they were talking...he smiled at her so sweetly...he didn't even break out in anger." Haechan said adding to the bad feeling as I stared at my hands.

"Be honest Bi...you feel hurt don't you?" Renjun asked as I thought about it.

Am I? But why? I mean it's not like I am but why would I feel hurt? We aren't even that close to begin with.

Ooh is that jealousy I smell? Eunbi is unsure of her feelings towards Jeno, do you think she likes him?

That's it for this chapter ✨

Chapter 7 can be found here

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jaedreaminn · 3 years

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Final Part

Characters: Taeyong, Ten, Mark, Jeno, Heachan.

Theme: Family bonding, humour, crack, fluff,angst, happy ending.

Parings: «mentioned» someone x Haechan, someone x Ten.

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"You're the first one here" Ten smiled at Jeno who had just walked into the bar.

"I've always been on time and you know that" Jeno smiled sliding into the booth, sitting next to Ten.

"God knows who you got that good habit from because no one in our family is on time unless it's absolutely necessary" Ten teased and Jeno's eyes disappeared into half moons. "And from what I remember you were always late to school."

"I wasn't late hyung I skipped school" Jeno deadpanned and Ten cringed, "Yea the Jeno delinquent phase was definitely.... interesting"

"Ahh I miss those times because atleast my friends-" "Can you even call those people friends?" Ten interrupted and Jeno glared at him, so he simply mouthed an apology and went back to sipping his water as Jeno continued to speak, "Atleast my friends then were scared of me so they never said anything. Now if I'm late I have to deal with an angry Renjun and his wrath is the scariest thing on this planet." Ten cringed silently at the mention of the smaller boy as he remembered experiencing Renjuns anger first hand and it wasn't pretty.

"Thank God for that though, otherwise I would be sitting here alone on my bachelor party"

"True that" Jeno said lifting his glass of water and clicking it with Tens glass.

"How boring, you guys are only drinking water" Donghyuck said as a form of greeting sliding into the booth, sitting on the other side of Ten.

"I'm waiting for everyone to arrive before ordering the food and drinks" Ten said rolling his eyes and then flicked Donghyucks arm, "And I wouldn't have to wait so long if you were on time"

"Ow!" Donghyuck whined rubbing his arm as Jeno chuckled.

"So how are things going for the two of you" Jeno asked eyes grinning mischievously as Donghyuck sighed and dreamy sigh, "Better, I think I want to make it official soon"

"About time!" came Taeyongs voice and all three of them looked up to see him walking towards the table.

"How did you even hear what Hyuck was saying from so far away" Jeno asked and Ten chuckled when Taeyongs face scrunched up in judgment as he took of his coat, "I raised you people, I just know"

"That doesn't make sense" Haechan frowned and Taeyong glared at him as he folded his coat and sat down.

"I've been raising you since I was thirteen I would be damned if you doubted my super hearing"

"Fine fine Whatever you say" Haechan lifted his hands up in surrender and Taeyong grinned scanning the table, "Where's Mark?"

"He isn't here yet" Ten said and Taeyong frowned.

"You're telling me these two have been here before Mark?" Taeyong asked pointing at the two youngest at the table earning protests from both.

"Yep" Ten said popping the 'p'.

"But dont worry he should be here soon" He added, reassuring Taeyong.

"Right, we're here to celebrate you getting married" Taeyong cheered changing the topic and Ten grinned like a fool in love.

"Yeah I can't believe the wedding is so close" He said smiling excitedly.

"About time you two have been engaged forever" Jeno scoffed but the smile on his face showed how happy he was for his brother.

"I know we're basically married" Ten chuckled as the others cheers'd to that.

"Ahhh sorry I'm late" Mark said rushing in sitting on the chair opposite Ten.

"What's with all the bags Markie?" Donghyuck asked curiously looking at the the five small paper bags in his hands.

"Well I remembered something from when all of us went camping and I thought now was a good time to do this" Mark said laughing nervously, "But I'm not sure if you guys would really like it now" he said handing everyone a bag.

Ten peeked inside and immediately smiled, "Oh wow I forgot that we wanted to do this" he said pulling out a cap with the words 'The Lee brothers' written in neat cursive.

"Oh yea we wanted matching caps for the five of us because we thought shirts were too tacky" Donghyuck chuckled holding onto his cap as of it was his greatest treasure, while smiling brightly.

"Wow we really love these Mark, can't believe we almost forgot about this" Taeyong chuckled looking at his cap with awe and then his eyes brightened "It even has my name on the back"

"Yea it does and I also almost forgot about this too" Mark smiled brightly as he saw his brothers looking at the caps with smiles on their faces.

"Our family isn't very normal is it?" Jeno smiled and the others nodded.

"To think we were this close to being eachothers worst enemies" Ten laughed and Taeyong frowned, still not able to joke about it.

"Yea that was crappy of me" Taeyong said looking down at his glass of water as he remebered how he treated Ten and Donghyuck.

"I can't believe you still beat yourself up over that hyung you were a kid! You were allowed to feel angry and be defensive and irrational" Donghyuck said grinning brightly and a small sad smile graced Taeyongs face because a smile from Hyuck was contagious, "And at the end of the day you came around and now we've got such a strong bond. And you did a lovely job as an older brother I mean look at how I turned out" Donghyuck smiled proudly.

"I thought we were making him feel better not worse. You turned out to be a pain in the ass" Jeno said with a playful smile on his face and Donghyuck pretended to be shot, looking at Jeno in betrayal as Jeno smirked proudly like an evil villan.

"We really need to seperate those two because Jeno has been catching on to Donghyucks dramatic attitude" Ten said watching the two youngest judgingly and Mark just drank (his water) to that.

"Please you're one to talk Ten" Taeyong scoffed rolling his eyes, "You're the one who taught that brat how to be dramatic"

"I object"

"Hyung that's not how it works" Mark sighed, smiling at Ten.

"Ahhh I agree with Taeyong, I am who I am because of Ten" Donghyuck chuckled and shifted away from Ten quickly as the other tried to hit him.

"Ya come here I'll show you dramatic" Ten yelled, trying to attack Haechan who was hiding behind Mark.

"You always hide behind Mark as if Mark would fight for you" Jeno rolled his eyes and Donghyuck stuck out his tongue.

"If I think any of you would attack Mark I wouldn't hide behind him cus he's a weak little baby but I know none of you guys would hurt a hair on Marks head so he's the safest to hide behind"

"He's not wrong" Taeyong shrugged.

"That and Donghyucks favourite is Mark" Ten complained and Donghyuck grinned nodding his head and Mark just sighed trying his best to order drinks for everyone with Donghyuck standing behind him and Ten ready to pounce in their direction at any moment.

"When did he even get so attached?" Jeno asked latching himself onto Tens arm. Ironic.

"Probably the first time Mark spoke during dinner without us having to ask him anything" Taeyong chuckled at the memory and everyone smiled.

"I was so amused that he was an actual person with feelings" Donghyuck perked up from behind Mark who glared at the boy and flicked him on the head.

"I'm not safe anywhere" Donghyuck whined running to Taeyong and dramatically falling onto his lap.

"I was just excited about a song I liked that day and I felt so concious the way all of you looked at me with big eyes" Mark said recalling the memory with a frown.

"Yea it was a quite dinner that day because Jeno and Hyuck were fighting at it got awkward to talk and suddenly out of the blue YOU, of all people spoke." Taeyong said smiling looking at the two youngest who just stuck their tongues out at eachother at the mention of their 'fight'

"Yeah I remember, they were fighting over something very stupid and they got so excited that Mark had spoken that they completely forgot about their fight" Ten chuckled whole heartedly joined by Taeyong and Mark.

"Now that I remember we left our fight half way I'm not talking to you anymore Jeno" Haechan said, puffing his chest and pouting.

"You're really high maintenance you know" Jeno said coking an eyebrow and Haechan just laughed at that statement, not denying it.

"Yeah you are. You once tried jumping out of the second floor window because someone told you you were to much of a coward to do so" Mark said with a frown, accusingly pointing his finger at their youngest. Jeno wasn't wrong, dealing with Donghyuck wasn't an easy task.

"Oh yea I remember Jeno couldn't stop Hyuck so he ran to Mark's classroom which was closest and then came all the way to the other building to get us" Taeyong said with a lopside smile.

"Ahhhh yess I remember you people scolding me so much and Jeno refused to speak to me the entire day at school and then cried when we got home" Donghyuck chuckled as Jeno blushed.

"I'm sorry I was scared that you were going to die!' Jeno yelled defensively and everyone laughed.

"Mark yelled at me so much and scared everyone in my class and then oh god when Taeyong and Ten walked in angry I almost shat my pants"

"Angry Taeyong is a scary Taeyong" Mark shuddered.

"Even your mother was scared of you angry and you were only thirteen back then" Ten smiled at Taeyong cheekily and the boy just sipped on his drink that arrived a while ago looking elsewhere.

"Well I was pissed that they kept dragging Hyuck into their petty arguments. God I hate that woman so much." Taeyong said, getting angry.

"I feel bad that I haven't invited them to the wedding because at the end of the day they took me in when my parents died but I just hate them so much" Ten frowned and Mark patted his brothers back.

"Dont worry we all hate them, they would have spoilt everyone's mood." Mark said and then scoffed, "Dad's finally given up on trying to persuade me to steal your business" Mark chuckled and Ten smiled at him.

"Yea now he's trying to persuade me." Jeno rolled his eyes and Ten chuckled.

"Like, as it is we have stability because of our shares now he's being greedy again? Didn't his greed ruin our lives enough" Mark said clutching onto his drink angrily.

"The only good thing that came out of his greed was Hyuck" Taeyong said hugging the youngest who just looked sullen.

"I wouldn't say good thing... their fights got worse because of me. I mean I don't blame Mrs. Lee for hating me" Haechan said eyes downcast.

"No don't make excuses for that woman" Jeno growled.

"But I'm the reason her marriage was compromised." Haechan frowned.

"She compromised her own marriage because she was an awful person no one wanted to spend the rest of their life with and she had no right to take it all out on you" Mark said angrily clutching onto his drink.

"No Mark you don't get it, it was only fair to hate me" Haechan said with a frown and Ten and Taeyong looked at eachother with worry, patting the yongers back.

"She had no right to hate you" Mark said getting angrier by the second and Jeno tried to calm his brother down. This always was a sensitive topic.

But Heachan nodded his head in disagreement, "I was born because her husband cheated on her"

"And I was born because she cheated on her husband" Mark yelled and everyone at the table looked at him wide eye'd.

"This is one hell of a bachelor party" Jeno said reaching for his drink, still shocked at what Mark had just said.

"Mark what are you saying..." Taeyong asked, placing a hand on Marks knee as Mark tried his best to avoid evryone gaze.

"I didn't know how to tell you guys but that's why dad stopped bothering me, because he recently found out I'm not his son" Mark said eyes downcast and then scoffed, "So now he's cut all ties with me"

"Oh I'm going to go punch that greedy old bastard" Jeno said with a growl to his tone and his fists clenched.

"Dont waste your time I don't care but it hurt how easy it was for him to drop me and now I hate my mother even more considering she knew about this since I was born but still fought with dad over him cheating and gave Hyuck crap for it" Mark frowned.

"Ugh this is so fucked up" Ten said taking a chug of his drink.

"I'm not a Lee" Mark sniffed, "I'm not your brother"

"Ahhh thats bs we're all brothers" Haechan said hugging Mark from behind.

"Yea and we've been through hell and back together" Ten grinned.

"And we'll always have eachothers backs and there's no easy way for you to get out of being our brother" Jeno said lightly punching Mark on his shoulder.

"I haven't raised you all my life for you to think I'm not your brother" Taeyong smiled and Mark chuckled slightly at that.

"Taeyong you're not their brother you're basically their mother" Ten said and everyone chuckled.

"Yea the constant nagging and the obsession with cleanliness and Febreze" Haechan said with a laugh and everyone chuckled.

"Yea so I don't know why you thought anything would change Mark" Jeno chuckled and Mark smiled.

"Yea we had messed up parents but luckily we have eachother" Taeyong said and Mark smiled.

"Yea we're definitely all Ten has" Haechan said wiping a fake tear, "No friends, just his brothers to have his bachelor party with"

"Okay now you're dead" Ten said chasing Donghyuck around the bar.

It resulted in them getting kicked out but they all laughed as they made their way to cafe moon, talking animatedly and happily.

The night was long and their futures prosperous.

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The Lee Brother's- A mini series

Previous Part: Lee Donghyuck

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butterfly effect│nct dream

Summary: You think of it as something caused by the butterfly effect — the great loves you had to leave, and the one that made you stay.

Pairing/s: 7dream x Reader

Word Count: 12k

Moon's note: since it's my birthday and I promised... it's not the best but I'd like to thank you guys for staying with me and wishing me a happy birthday! I hope you all have an awesome 2021!

You weren't really thinking straight when you met him — instead, your mind was a mess of one thought and sidelines; the little things. Butterfly effect. The knowledge that ten minutes from now the train will board — you'll miss your ride to school, you'll miss school — so you run faster, faster, and there it goes. The butterfly effect — knowing that what little thing you did could've changed someone's life entirely.

If you have made it ten minutes earlier, maybe you'd be sitting in the spot where a child buzzes with excitement, knowing that she'll see her father sometime soon, and in exchange, she will be in another place — maybe she won't meet the girl sitting across who offers her one of her candies. Maybe she won't be riding the train at all — maybe she would have to wait six months again before she can go see her dad.

You sulkily take the path to one of the exits, thinking about catching the bus or something. The skies are dark and you're aware of its plan, also aware that you left your umbrella. Frustrated and too annoyed to even think about school, you crash to the empty bench, bags left to drop to the floor. Tough luck.

The boy chuckles, "Missed the train too?"

"Yeah," you grumble, not even bothering that he's a total stranger. "Was caught in a daydream and got lost on the way. You?"

"Eh, my idiot of a best friend made me wait," he shrugs. He brings his book down and offers you a handshake, "I'm Huang Renjun — I see we study at the same place. May I know your name?"

You don't speak after a minute or two, but you shake his hand, to which he laughs at. You think it was you being overwhelmed. Maybe your soul just knew how much impact he was meant to throw at your life.

Huang Renjun doesn't become a one-time encounter, but instead, he becomes someone you take train rides with; be it you're late or not, to school or to the library. He stays constant occurrence, so much that Huang Renjun turns into Renjun, then Renjunnie — until you're free to call each other names like 'dumbass' and 'stupid' and everything crumbles down; formalities, facades, walls. You don't feel it then, but if you were to look back, you think it's that one dark-skied Monday with you two terribly late and finding yourselves back in the same bench, when everything the world laid down for you has shifted.

Renjun pout his lips, bored. He tears his bag from himself and lets it stay under the shed, but he stretches his hands out to the sky where his eyes are set, watching water fall in tiny drizzles before a full-blown rain, "Perhaps, dance under the rain with me?"

"When we should be at school?" you huff, more amused than questioning but it comes out as a scolding. He only nods his head, and you furrow your brows, "Renjun, you're crazy."

He doesn't reply, only answers with a deadpan gaze that asks Are you going or not? and it makes you tighten your expression further.

"Hold me."

The boy grins in triumph — he cheekily smiles, immediately pulling you under the rain and laughs like a tiny kid. It's contagious, you figure out, his laughter; if not for his hand on your waist and the other entwined with yours, you would've fallen over laughing with him. It was less of a dance and more of a cuddle, swaying to the sound of the rain and his sweet hums. Renjun whispers to you the melody of a love song, and you couldn't help but ponder.

"I always wanted to do this, you know?" you feel silly even confessing, "To dance under the rain with someone, look into each other's eyes, exist as if the world doesn't and maybe give them a kiss. I wonder how that'd feel."

Renjun's serenity read ideas — those that never failed to get you two in trouble. He tilts his head, "Kiss me, then."

You feel like the world stops, and your heartbeat slows, as if the raindrops are little speckles of star-like lights littering the surroundings. Your eyes widen at his suggestion, shock ripping through your body, a confused sound escaping your throat, "What?"

"I guess you don't always need to have feelings for the person you're kissing," Renjun purses his lips. Of all people, you laugh in your head, those words you expected to come out of this one's mouth the least. He huffs, "And I don't have feelings for you."

There's just enough hesitation — uncertainty, unpredictability, skepticism — in his eyes that you find he can't be trusted as much as he normally would be. Renjun drops a half-smile, eyes unreadable, "But I sure do know I want to kiss you. A lot. Right now."

Renjun smiles in victory the second time that day.

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You come across Donghyuck in the most inconvenient way possible; a few months after you started dating Renjun and there's a little too many mishaps with making schedules meet. He strides to your chair one sunny Friday, clothes too colorful for the shades of beige decorating the place. Donghyuck didn't know how to approach you; he just kind of winged it by showing you Renjun's texts that he asked him to pick you up because something came up and he can't make it anymore. You didn't really like that — the fact that he didn't even speak, the fact that Renjun stood you up. You thought Donghyuck was arrogant. The car ride home was silent.

He was far from that, you learn the one too many times the same scenario occurred. Renjun was too busy to even show up, more often in the library than in his own place. Donghyuck, being his best friend, never failed to be there for you, keep your relationship intact, make excuses for the other. He'll pick you up from where you were supposed to meet your boyfriend, grab food and spend the whole day playing video games that only he understands, and then half of the time he'll compliment you with little playful remarks. That day was supposed to be nothing so different from the others — it's just that it didn't take much longer for Donghyuck to fall.

How could he not? You smiled so lovingly and spoke so gently, always so understanding and patient and kind. How can he not, when he's already known what song makes your day the most? When he saw how ethereal you looked under the moonlight, as he danced with you by the shore? Sure, maybe most of these moments wouldn't have been if it wasn't for Renjun's absence, and truly most of the things he loves about you aren't for him; he fell in love anyway. Still, that day was supposed to be nothing so different from any others — you're stuck in the odd place quite between grateful and guilty.

"Something came up, he won't be here." The boy says firmly through gritted teeth, hands-on your wrist trying to make you get up, "Please. He doesn't have his phone. He's not coming anymore, let's go home."

"Let me wait for him, please," you say, eyes teary, "Please, Donghyuck."

"No." He simply mutters, and whether it was the sinking feeling of defeat or the determination in his voice, it doesn't matter. You let yourself get tugged away from that place, feeling weak and oddly empty. The car ride home was silent.

"Thanks a lot, you know?" You shyly say later, once Donghyuck's lost enough in video games and he's run out of knock-knock jokes and witty statements. He couldn't stand the sight of you with your head hung low and eyes teary, "You're always there for me when Renjun is not and... just thank you."

"You're welcome," he sincerely replies. You try to look for it, the lilt in his voice or the smirk stretching his lips, but all you see is worry, and it concerns you. The bad butterflies in your stomach, the bad thoughts in your head; you feel like right now, with you so vulnerable, there should be someone by your side — someone that is totally not Donghyuck. He clears his throat, "You know he didn't mean to, right? He wants time with you too, a lot, you know?"

"I know what I have, Hyuck," you reply, a chuckle at the end of your tone. You lean your back to the couch, head tilted up and voice hoarse, "and I'm fucking scared I'll take him for granted."

Donghyuck's heartbeat slows down, but you don't need to know that. If you're thinking of a similar situation, a place in time back then as cruel winters and as harsh as summer sunlight in the afternoon, you figure he doesn't need to know that, too.

You let out a huff and a smile, "I don't want to know how painful it is to lose Huang Renjun."

Donghyuck thinks he knows why you said it; things normally go down the drain when you start realizing why someone fell for a certain person — at least, he thinks. If his experience is a reliable source, this is the point where you start falling for that person too. When you see how gentle they are, how caring, how understanding. Maybe Donghyuck is lonely — maybe he just wants to be someone who holds another person, singing them lullabies until they fall asleep, much like Renjun does for you. Maybe you're really just lovely — maybe there's an undiscovered force in the universe that places you in the center of his everything. He makes note of the rejection in your confession, and he accepts it, gracefully.

This is the point where he suppresses all the what-ifs in his head — what if you gave me a chance? What if I met you first? What if I didn't skip class that day, and I was with Renjun, and I met you at the same time as him? Do you think you would've ended up with me? — but these thoughts, despite being concealed, they leave a constant reminder that they're still there. It's a truth you both already know, the words that drip like honey from his lips, "I could love you better, so much better."

It'd be a lie to say you didn't think of it, considering his feelings. It would be an even bigger lie if you said that you don't think anyone can love you better than Renjun — you know someone can, and with how you two are handling this, it wouldn't be so hard to. Donghyuck is just so easy to fall for — the way he always knows the right thing to say, the compliments he throws at people, how confident he is, how clingy he gets. You would lie if you're asked, but you can't deny having feelings for Donghyuck, you can't deny how many times you've fallen in a reverie thinking of how good it must feel to be adored by him. Maybe you were lonely, maybe Donghyuck was just like that. Either way, no matter how great this love could be, you know it's wrong.

"I know you could. I couldn't be any happier when I'm with you. Those instants, they're one of the most beautiful moments in my life, but —" you halt, eyes still staring up at the ceiling. The twist in your gut tightens as you proceed, "But in those moments, I was secretly hoping for things. I was hoping that he was the one doing all of that for me. I was hoping that the happiness I had with you, he was giving me instead."

Donghyuck remains silent for a while. He smiles wistfully, "I know."

It's a rather odd answer, but you figure it shouldn't shock you as much anymore. You sit up straight, confused. Donghyuck motions for you to stand as he does the same. Stars shine in his eyes still, but it's a different light — there's hope in them, but it's a difficult kind of hope. He's beautiful even under dull lighting, it's something hard to pronounce; unrestrained and raw, as if one look at him and you'll crumble.

"Please, for just a while, even just a little bit," He steps closer, eyes downcast, "hold me like you love me."

You figure you were right about thinking that there was always something wrongfully more with Donghyuck — also discover that no matter how much more this feeling is, whatever it is, it can never be love; at least not a healthy one. What love could possibly ruin relationships? Donghyuck and Renjun are practically soulmates — they were made to be best friends, and while they had their other friends, nobody is just like Renjun and nobody is like Donghyuck. You don't want them to fall apart; you of all people know how hard it is to lose someone special.

Donghyuck's hug felt like fire, uninhibited and uncontrolled, given to someone so undeserving. You hold him like you love him the same way.

"I don't need you to love me back," but maybe he was hoping a bit. Yeah. Maybe. "There was never a chance for us, you know? Against my own best friend, I know I won't stand a chance. I just wanted to hear it from you."

A pause.

"Because I can dance with you under the moon, and I can walk on streets holding your hands, I can give you all the time in the world — I could spend a lifetime telling everyone I'm yours," Donghyuck locks gazes with you, and you wonder how he manages to be both heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. He shakes his head a bit, "But that won't make you love me."

"Because I can only ever catch you," he says wistfully "whenever he fails to. I always do, don't I? Catch you, save you, love you. But you're not falling for me. You're not in need of my saving. You're not mine to adore."

He loosens his hug, looks at you like the sun bidding farewell to the moon. He's just as beautiful, if not more, he really is — gold dusting his eyelids and strawberry balm on his lips — he's ethereal. Donghyuck is beautiful in all ways manageable and not, but it's also a different kind of beauty — quite like love, adventurous but uncertain, poetic but tragic. There's a lot of pain in this beauty. He closes his eyes.

"There's not much of us, but I'm setting you free."

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You find yourself knocking at Renjun's door that night, for no particular reason — certain events made you forget that he stood you up. Renjun apologizes and repeats his reasons like a mantra, but words seemed to leave his mouth once he sees your eyes; tired and sore. You don't really need his apologies. You just need him.

Apologies, you see, they almost always never come when they're asked for. When they do, they're mostly unwanted and unnecessary from that point forward. You just feel odd, more restless than you actually are, the world is too loud — you just want to close your eyes and escape for a bit. Renjun holds you silently the whole night, his heartbeat calm, his arms holding you tight and secure.

Renjun knows, but he decides it's better for him not to. He shifts a bit, "If not because of me, why are you sad?"

A part of you knows that this is his way of telling you he understands, that he's aware of what somethings happened behind his back. Renjun always knows. The bigger part of you hoped he didn't — selfishly. You know it's the safest choice to keep your mouth shut.

You're sad, for a million reasons or for just one, you don't bother keeping up with the numbers. Renjun looks at you like you're a treasure, though, like he means it — you think the only favor you could do him and for yourself as well is to lie. You grin, effectively hiding away the tears threatening to brim your eyes, "I forgot."

He doesn't really know what answer he expected, but his heart sinks at the reply nonetheless. Renjun decides, tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes quickly in a way Renjun wishes it wasn't. He wakes up tired — he was up all night singing lullabies to himself, whispering confessions that wouldn't change a thing and promises he'll never be able to fulfill, stuff that would never make you stay. Renjun didn't cry all night — there was a tear or two, there was three — he didn't just cry all night. He did so much more — relive the past, think that he's sorry, accept defeat and the fact that he's never gonna be enough for you; then he closes his eyes. The rain pours heavily outside and Renjun reaches a hand out to the sky.

"Perhaps, dance under the rain with me?" he says with tired eyes. "One time once more, baby."

You ignore the telltale signs of a heartache — maybe you were too numb, maybe you wanted to pretend it's all normal. Renjun tugs you outside and pulls you into a hug so tight, as if he didn't want to let go but he's losing you. Is he?

Dancing with Renjun under the rain is oddly similar to the one you shared with Donghyuck under the moonlight, and you find yourself full of guilt as you sway together with him, humming love songs just right next to your ear.

Renjun knows of that dance, of course he does. He was in front of the place you two were supposed to meet at, hoping that he could still make it. Because of this, he doesn't ask why you're entwining fingers with his while recalling memories of another. He doesn't mind — he thinks, as long as your eyes look at him so softly like that, he doesn't mind anything.

You think Renjun is beautiful like this — his everything an aesthetic you can endlessly write about. His eyes, though, his eyes look distant, wishful and longing. Renjun looks at you like he's letting you go and your heart drops, as gentle and as sweet as the poems he's written of you and the kiss he gifts your lips with.

"Just leave, darling," he whispers, "Stay a lovely memory to me."

It's just like any lovely excerpts you wrote, the last line with Renjun quite familiar and bittersweet. As if in any other circumstances, had he said only the second sentence and the second sentence only, it would have made your heart skip and your cheeks rise in temperature.

Real love is a little not like literature, though, at least the one you had with Renjun isn't. It wasn't almost being the same person. It wasn't sweet chaos. For both of you, it was doing what was the best for each other at the moment — whether it will make you cry, whether it will be painful before it becomes easy, knowing that it won't always be picture perfect but still wanting to give each other what you deserve. It was so much simpler than how he said it in his poetry, just as complicated but not any less romantic than that. Huang Renjun knew that you were aware of what was the best for the both of you — with neither of you ever wanting to force something to work and end up hating each other the more it fails, successfully trading the happy memories with more regrets, you walk away. Renjun doesn't follow just because love isn't always like the idea of it, but he does remember to never forget. You walk away, holding his love dear to your heart.

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Some people are just not meant to be alone, you think. Mark Lee comes just as quickly as Renjun was gone.

You don't even know why your paths crossed — Mark is literally the town's golden boy. He plays sports and aces exams and has a good set of friends; surely, he has more important matters to deal with, and definitely getting coffee at a dingy coffee shop isn't one of them. Not when it's three a.m in the morning, at least.

The shy barista at the counter sends you a gleeful smile as he hands out your order, one which you return with a curt nod and a quiet wish goodnight. He watches intently, subtle but focused — he really isn't one to gawk at people, but he couldn't help it. You held with you a smile that doesn't match the exhaustion in your eyes. You looked like hope. You looked like someone to look up and search for the stars even on a cloudy day. You seemed like a full-bloomed spring to trapped minds and sour hearts. You think Mark is a little too curious like Alice. Mark thinks you're even better than the Wonderland he'd always fall for.

He knows you saw him, he feels the hesitation in your stare. He knows you know him, he's shared a couple of classes with you and has done a couple of assignments as a team, so naturally, Mark couldn't help himself but ask, "Wanna sit down with me?"

You walk up to him with a nod, grateful. Mark tries to remain calm for the rest of the night — caffeine not helping — and he tries to look at his book instead of you, but he simply fails to. He tries his best to conceal himself, but he can't seem to tear away. He can't look at anywhere else when you're sitting there right in front of him — you know pain, you're familiar with sadness, have always been friends with enduring what you couldn't take; Mark sees in you a landscape that makes his heart hurt, a leafless tree he loves by itself but couldn't resist the urge to nurse back into life. Every now and then you'd look up from your cup and he would look away from this book that he's "reading" and your eyes would meet, and the both of you would shyly giggle and open up a small talk.

He walks you home that night, this one and the other and the many next times after that; it's just your thing by now, getting coffee at the most unreasonable hours of the day and staying up until it's too late for either of you to sleep because by this hour you should be blinking awake, walking down lifeless streets and past neon signs and holding hands. Mark would look at you with such awe and when he does, you have some things you forget, and your heart races. He's became a regular part of your day, a constant stranger. And then he becomes your friend. Then kind of more. You think, maybe, just maybe, he can become something more than more.

"I have many regrets in this life, you know? But I don't wanna be imprisoned by them," you shrug, too scared to look up at him and see that he wonders just what failures you've done. You continue your slow pace, both in walking and letting go of things much like words, "I don't want you to be one of them."

Mark stops walking, but he doesn't make you feel like you've said something wrong, so you finally glace up and meets his eyes; those that hold as much tiredness as yours, pressure, those that are glassy and brimming with tears. You smile, "And I like you, a lot, even if I'm in broken pieces. "

Mark looks at you and doesn't see majestic brokenness. Mark falls deeper in love that day, the next and all the others; you were deep like that. He fell and couldn't stop falling and he can't wait to fall even deeper into you, diving into unknown waters with blind fates and silent confessions of love.

Your relationship was practical — literal and convenient, full of compromise but in a good way. You both were almost always on the same page of what should be done and how to do it, and if not, you two know that it's the best to give it a rest and understand. The balance, that kind of synchrony — it was something you both need, was something you liked about your dynamic; the fact that the partnership was there and you're certain of no taking more than you could give and no giving of less than you deserve. For once, you feel like you aren't pouring liquid into a leaking jar, and you feel content at the warmth he gives you with.

Renjun never made you feel this way; he didn't make enough accommodations for your relationship and you didn't voice out your expectations of him, you just wished he magically knew. Because he always knew that you would understand and other people wouldn't, he ended up giving you most of the weight of the relationship you both should've carried together. Mark was everything you hoped Renjun was; this is where the conflict begins.

When love is fueled by what the past wasn't able to give and what the present is willing to offer, you end up falling for the ideas and not the person. He makes up to what Renjun didn't, he filled to the brim what Renjun wasn't able to, he satiates what Renjun couldn't satisfy. You always saw the things Mark did as what you expected from someone else, so you weren't able to appreciate them as they are. You never truly saw him as Mark Lee who loves you, always as the boy who did everything the last didn't.

Just as any relationship that revolves around somebody who's not involved, the conclusion was something you saw coming. It comes with tired eyes and worn out sighs, burned out hearts and linked fingers, sour hearts turning bitter. Mark doesn't look at you at all, and you keep your eyes set to the stars.

"The thing with me is I always long for consistency — for someone to understand me and stay understanding of me forever." He breathes out, voice raw. Did he scream? Was he screaming in those empty spaces you two gave each other? In any of those yells, did he call your name? You think you need to yell at the top of your lungs just to hear a sound louder than your heartbreak. He chuckles before continuing, "And I know that it doesn't exist and it never will. I knew that since childhood, but even if I continue disappointing myself, I never stopped hoping."

His shoulders drop — he feels that weak that time, even his knees buckle down and his eyes sting from holding back tears. "So baby, don't play with me," he whispers, more begging than warning and he falls apart, "I don't need a chase — I need someone to wait for the end with."

There's a whine at the back of your throat, but you settle with looking at his direction with an apologetic call of his name. He doesn't reply.

Mark never knew that he could fall in love with the same person all over again even during a break-up. You're just lovely like that — always dancing in your daydreams while you carry the world on your back. Mark feels his breath catch at his throat, he feels his palms go numb, he feels his heart going haywire and begging him so desperately because no, no, don't let go, please, don't let go!

"There's a huge difference between how much I love you, and how much I can take." He finally spares you a glance, his everything so spent and lonely and blue in a way that isn't the calm of an ocean. "If you can't love me, then please let me go."

Mark knew your answer when you smiled.

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The trip to the coffee shop was slow and empty and chilly, your hands trembling in need to get a hold of warm coffee and your feet taking little steps to such a familiar place. Honestly, you don't even know why you're letting yourself go there — why do you keep on doing this, torturing yourself? You don't even know — maybe you came here to reminisce the past, hold it close one last time before letting it go. Maybe you're here to remember how Mark was, how he was before he met you — oh, how you wish he didn't meet you. How badly you wish he never did, how you wish he never offered you a seat, his comfort, his love, a place in his heart. How you wish you didn't steal the sparkles in his eyes, and at that very moment, you feel the sudden urge to turn around.

But you're already pushing the glass door wide open, causing the chimes to make that delightful sound.

"Good...!" the cheery voice fades, a concerned look adorning exhausted eyes, "...evening. The usual?"

You hum, nodding soullessly. The boy — Jeno, quietly works your order until he decides he's had enough of you rubbing your cheeks raw wiping down tears. He sighs and finishes your drink, hands it to you with a sympathizing smile, "Uh, you don't look fine, but are you okay?"

You suppress a giggle and a glare — why does he care? But you're lonely, too lonely, so lonely that you only manage a nod, "Rough time. I wish today didn't happen."

"Oh, but other people had the best day of their lives today. They wouldn't experience that day if today didn't happen," he smiles, flashes of child-like optimism and hopes hinting behind the sleepy glaze in his eyes. "You're on your way to yours."

And while on any other day, his reply would have made you annoyed, you find that he's right, and wish that he indeed is. You feel like it's the only right that didn't go wrong today.

Something warns you that you shouldn't be getting yourself caught in his strings and his ways, but you find yourself straying around his orbit. You were lonely. It was that bad — so bad that you found comfort in everything and everyone and Lee Jeno just happened to be convenient; It's just safe to be around each other, and that's what great friends are supposed to be, right? Jeno doesn't judge and he doesn't pry when you tell him not to push it, and he tries to understand without forcing you to make him if you're not ready. Lee Jeno had a soul like comfort and a smile like a piece of home. You insist that you had no interest in either, but with you so down and him the only thing pulling you up, you couldn't help but let him in.

You think some people are just like that — timeless souls stuck in mortal bodies, liquid gold; glowing and burning and bright and hopeful, stars. They're like stars — human stars.

He's always beside you, you see, Lee Jeno. He answers the dumbest questions and the deeper ones, he stays up listening to your heartaches and struggles. He knows a lot about you — never everything, but they're more than enough — and you know about him, too. It's a dangerous edge you two are leaning far too close to tipping over, and still, your gaze screams life and hope and energy, Jeno thinks he doesn't mind. He remembers earlier memories with him crumbling under your fingertips, tears in his eyes.

"Mark Lee... he's not replaceable and I'm not a replacement..." he shifts his eyes down, can't bring it to him to just look at you without breaking himself. He manages a heartwrenching smile, "but I think I'd rather be a replacement rather than a distraction, darling."

But you looked at him and cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead so mellowly, assuring him that he's neither. The storm in his heart stops and all his insecurities don't matter, and Jeno doesn't think he ever felt this good — so light, so dreamy. Your touch brings comfort, much like lullabies, and after years on insufferable insomnia, Jeno falls asleep.

Your gaze, too. If you continue looking at him that way, he doesn't think he'll mind anything.

"Thanks, Jen. For the coffee," you say with a smile, another night spent with him at the coffee shop. These days, you spend most of your free time waiting for his shift to end, watching him stutter and flush every time he realizes you've been watching him. There's a giddy feeling spreading inside your gut as you continue, "and for staying with me. That was so thoughtful of you — how much lovelier can you be?"

He laughs, shaking his head. He sighs, "Stop it. You're giving me hope."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Oh, but I want to," you quickly roll your eyes, an attempt to faux cool control, your expression immediately shifting to something welcoming and soft just enough that his chest tightens. Jeno feels kind of odd — a good kind of odd, a welcomed sensation. You beam up at him with glassy eyes. Jeno shifts his to his shoelaces.

"Don't do that."

"Jen..."

"I love you," he confesses, shallow breaths coming in quick intervals. The floor seems to sway under his feet and the skies feel like they're swirls of dripping liquid, and it's hard to even breathe, let alone swallow the bitterness of his words, "But I would rather have you not say it back than hear you not mean it."

"I'm... I— Jen," you gasp out, fast to hold his hands to try to keep him down. For a reason or two, you feel like crying. Jeno feels lost. "I'm falling."

But you're not, and you don't know why you said it, but there's a galaxy in his eyes and the universe so beautifully laid down in his mind and he's pulling you close, tears in his eyes, this boy. Lee Jeno who's so in love with you, Lee Jeno who's hopelessly whipped, Lee Jeno — your sweet, sweet boy. You look up to him and shakily whispers, "Please catch me."

Jeno looks at the luminaries and wonders what it would feel like if one day he looks into the very same orbs only to find that the stars have fallen.

The wind blows gently, the coldness of the place prickling his skin, but Jeno doesn't think it's what caused the flush to rise on his cheeks. He stutters, curses a little, says again those little words and dives for a kiss — you feel like it's the best night ever; no nightmare, just pure bliss.

You blindly walk the path inside your house, dropping your belongings on either of your sides. You try to keep your knees from buckling as you bring yourself to your bathroom, stripping off your clothes. You lean your back to the cold tile walls of your shower, feeling the rush of water that is supposed to drown your thoughts not doing anything to keep them at bay. What have I done?

Loving Jeno is easy, though, far too easy if you may. He's so full of love and in need of affection but never asks for them, and you're more than glad to give all of that to him without words needed. The days with him have been light-hearted, felt deeply nonetheless. In this little world, it's you and him, him and you, no one else. Right? Is that right? Do you promise?

Jeno knocks at your home one day, sullen and lethargic. He spreads his arms out for a hug, one you throw yourself into without hesitation. He leans into the touch, leaning down to burry his head on the crook of your neck, "Thank you, baby."

Your brows draw closer, "For what?"

"You were never mine, but you were always lonely." He suddenly says, He suddenly says, voice fading weak and unstable. There's warm tears dampening your shoulder, and he shakes ever so slightly that you panic and try to pull away, but he doesn't let you. Instead, he continues, "In my twisted logic, I made myself believe that it's the same."

"What are you saying, Jen?" You laugh, a bit confused and a lot afraid. "I love you."

"No, please, don't say that," his reply baffles you. When he lets you go, Jeno has a certain saddened look in his eyes, and it feels so familiar that you should be numb to it by now. You're not, though, and so you pretend to not know where this all would lead. He pulls you in again and hugs you tighter, "Let me tell you that I love you without you answering back, please."

The boy breathes out shakily, "I want us to have at least one memory that isn't a lie."

And then Lee Jeno says goodbye.

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Park Jisung is the clumsy florist who keeps breaking vases in the flower shop his cousin owns, just several blocks away from the kindergarten both your nephews attended. You meet him one too many times you had to pick the little boy up, and talked to him finally one fine Tuesday when you decided flowers would be nice, out of random. You become friends from then on.

This thing you have with Jisung is something lovely, child-like, and carefree. It doesn't put any pressure on you — there are expectations, but they're all voiced out and kept healthy. You're friends — great friends, not best friends — whose dynamic is not necessarily convenient. It's safe to say that some people think you have a complicated relationship.

You think, not really. Not to the two of you, at least — Jisung just knows when you're down and in need to be left alone or cuddled, while you know when he needs to cry or if he's pushing himself to his limits. He knows what flower you hold most dear, your treasured scent, your favorite shade of yellow. You know his most loved tracks, the beat he looks the happiest humming to, the color of his dreams. It's much more simple than that — it's just that you two have fun, even with your differences, and when you're together, everything else just fades away.

You just... don't like being alone. Jisung doesn't like not having company — well, there are indeed people he doesn't want to be accompanied by, but he doesn't like being the only one walking alone in crowds of many. He doesn't make your heart skip, not really, instead it's just a warm feeling in your chest, much like home. He doesn't make you nervous — not at all, but he does make you feel safe. Comforted, even. It's the type of love you've always yearned for, the only kind of love he's comfortable with.

"You dance?" Your eyes widen in surprise, dropping your book on the table. Then you smile, "Oh? Aren't you full of surprises?"

"Mhm, you'll see." He says with embarrassment hinting his voice, but then he stops arranging the flowers and looks at where you're sitting. "You? Aren't you full of surprises, too?"

You pick up your book, a sudden low, shrugging. "It won't be a surprise if I say now, wouldn't it?"

He just shakes his head, tries to lift the vase to the other side and accidentally knocks another one down. You laugh at him, curious at how much control he has over his body that he must be able to dance so fluidly, hit the beat like it's what he's born for, and yet he can't seem to hold a vase and not break it. Jisung giggles, taking it lightly. You wish he didn't.

The days with Jisung are filled with your favorite bouquets and post-it notes. Each and every day, the words written inside changes from 'You did well', until it develops to 'I hope you smiled today,' 'I wish something good happened today,' and 'You're really, really pretty.' He'd take you to little uphills, asks you to teach him how to make floral crowns from wildflowers, dance with you barefoot under bright daylight. A little summer, a certain person, your most dreaded feeling of having someone mean so much that you let flowers bloom in your chest until it's so hard to breathe and you cough them up.

"My parents asked me to study dance in another country," he mumbles one day, a shaky breath leaving his lips, "Please give me a reason not to go."

"Chase your drive, Sungie," you whisper back. You lean your head further to his chest, safe and warm and fading, "I love you, so choose your dreams over me."

There's the slightest hint of betrayal in his voice, a tinge of rejection in his eyes, "If you love me, why would you make me choose?"

If you love me, why can't you choose me? You selfishly ask, the kid in you whining at the thought of being left alone. The greedy part of you begs to ask him to stay, the needy part of you wants to hug him until he's so full of you that he forgets even the bare thought of wanting anything else. The silent voice inside you, the one that learned and keeps learning, the one that could've saved you so many times if you listened to it, sighs sadly. Don't risk anyone's future for your present, it seems to say.

"Because I love myself too," you look directly to his eyes, cupping his cheeks in between your palms, "and we need to put ourselves before anybody else."

And yet again, you're starstruck by the almost golden swirls in his irises, a peek of his soul. You think his eyes are beautiful — astounding, art worthy, a sight to never get tired of. He thinks they're only beautiful because he's looking at you.

This thing with Jisung isn't something you should've let go. You shouldn't have let him go but you weren't ready and the last thing you wanted was to hurt someone who held you so close beautifully. He didn't mean to, though — it was just too hard not to go overboard, and the next thing he knew, he was in love. He didn't mean to, so he walks you home the last night, hand in hand with a certain something hidden underneath his mellow smile. Jisung stands in front of you, waiting for you to open your gates, but you don't move. You stay basking in the tenderness of his gaze.

You think the little problem is that he's even more breathtaking up close and in silence, when the night feels so dead that it thrives — you feel like if you weren't so broken, if you don't keep on seeing another person when you look at him in the eyes, if you let go of the past, Jisung would be everything your heart desired. It just so happened that you two are both too infinite for forever, too broken to fix anything for the latter. Jisung was too charming — his smile was one that doesn't ask for attention but still steals it, never content with just taking your breath away so he takes with him your mind and soul.

You can't handle losing any more of yourself, though, so you smile, "Thank you for waiting."

"I have always been waiting for you," he grins shyly. You make a mental note to remember him like this — dyed locks a mess on top of his head and glasses messily perched on his nose bridge, tall and too pretty to be real, eyes so loving and expressive. There's an obvious sorrow in his voice, "Without fail, consistently, inevitably, forevermore."

You smile, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheeks, "Good night, Jisung."

The last note comes in between the pages of your notebook, a pretty pastel purple accompanied by pressed wildflowers. There, in his messy letters and colorful ink, reads a confession:

Maybe I couldn't stop myself from falling because it felt like flying with you.

You shake your head, sigh reading 'I told you not to do that'. Still, you feel a tug at your chest, a link between the two of you in the sense that you seem to be moving in synchrony with these words — Park Jisung is your last love, you swear. You shift your eyes, tired of the same chain all over again, flipping the note to read the words behind them.

When you find the right love at the wrong time, what will you do to make it work?

You sigh to yourself as you read the question, tracing the pristine paper with your pen, and finally, finally you smile;

Let it go. Set it free, because the greatest love of all is the one that lets you grow.

You tilt your head up, holding back the tears that threaten to spill from your eyes.

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Zhong Chenle invades your life like a hurricane of mixed emotions, a little like three months just in time when you finally decided you've had enough heartbreaks. You meet him from one of your friends, Qian Kun, and literally had to stop and wonder how in the world he managed to find this thing — you can't help it, alright? Chenle just stood silent and proud, clad in leather and rumors and reputations and reeking of expensive. He comes in the scene like thoughts as turbulent as unwanted flashbacks and as easily as finding trouble looking for the right answer when you're in a rush.

Quickly as he entered your life, he became a friend; you're too familiar with this scene, but you've had enough. You can't take any more. You've spent most of your life haunted by sugar smiles and breathy laughs and in exchange, had yourself break everything you wanted to keep intact. It doesn't matter that he's not at all what he's perceived to be, it doesn't matter that he makes your breath hitch. You don't even care what you're going against with, if it's fate or heavenly beings or the world — no more. You can't anymore.

The world is the ocean and the ocean is a God — people are mere sailors who think they're stronger than the tides, but they're not; once the waters have made their decision to kill you, there's no reason you should fear the phenomenons trying to do you harm. It seems like it's made that plan, that thing you hoped so much you wouldn't do. Chenle knows so he smiles at you brightly, "Don't you dare run away from what you're feeling."

"Else what, you gonna run after me?" You bite back just for the sake of it, laughter bubbling from your throat, "Gonna go chase me down?"

He shrugs, taking a challenge and a risk, "You better not regret."

"Absolutely fucking not." Kun hisses after you've told him what happened, months after you've started dating and you're tired of hiding it already. Your friends already tease you about getting together, anyway, so why should you even hide? Apparently, this. The profanities leaving his mouth should worry you, really, but it doesn't; not as much as his disagreement. Still, you couldn't even bother to ask him why because you see it in his eyes — you know him that much, you're familiar with that look — "You're not in love with Chenle, please, we both know this."

"I am in love with him!" You say, hurt. The look in his eyes softens, but the pain of his word doesn't, neither does his determination, "Kun, please. I didn't tell you just so you could lecture me, I told you because you're my friend! I do love him!"

"Are you, really? In love with him, you say? Completely?" Your eyes shift to the side after his statement, the lack of sarcasm and warmth in his tone both bothering you. You want to cry. When you look at Kun, you find he feels just as much. "You're not in love with him in the way he deserves."

There's a dry chuckle leaving your lips as you grab your bag, standing up with a tear slowly rolling down in your cheek. More than devastation, there's a certain withering look in your eyes. Kun tries to apologize, but you're already moving away from him. The betrayal in your voice is impossible to ignore and forget, "How dare you make accusations about how I'm feeling?"

Falling in love with Chenle wasn't in the plan; in fact, you hardly even had any plans to begin with. As another fact, the only plan was to not fall in love with anyone anymore. Plans are ever-changing things, you'd always counter, they depend on the situation. When Chenle came in your life, you figure there happened to be another shift — something significant had changed, a good change.

Maybe it is why you didn't even take Kun seriously. You've always hoped that all those lows would lead to this point, the part where there's content spreading on your chest, a feeling just as bright as the luminescent blanket of embedded diamonds and rubies, a sky full of stars. By your side, the boy looks at you with eyes shining just as much; Zhong Chenle, badly misunderstood, so truly loved. You couldn't help but pull him in a kiss — giggly and messy, chaste and ever so delicate.

You think you could spend lifetimes just staring at him. You swore on it, really, to not be in love with him. More than anybody else, you hoped to fate that you'll never fall in love again. It's just that this person — Zhong Chenle, he has a tendency to be very addicting, and oh, how easily addicted you are. His kiss a lovely burn against your lips, his words a heavenly whisper to your ear, his existence a delightful surprise. You find it inevitable to fall because of the many similar nights before this, just weeks after you two met. Those days where you two were laughing way too hard for midnight and your heart blossomed with happiness it hasn't felt for long. It's the sweetest kind of doom.

It's doom, nonetheless.

"With whom was your first relationship with?" Chenle suddenly asks, no hint of jealousy in his eyes, but there is, aside from pure curiosity, something else — lost, baffled, seeking an explanation for something he doesn't even think he should know. "I mean, you're mine. You're my first love, but I know I'm not yours, and I'm curious. "

"You don't even know him, Lele." You laugh, trying to hide your hesitation. The boy insists, says that he just needs a name. You roll your eyes affectionately, "Huang Renjun. He's a great guy, but timing kinda messed up."

Chenle hums appreciatively, but he stops trying to find constellations and making up shapes of his own; instead, he dives in a pool thoughts deeper than the dark. He thinks of what he doesn't know if he believes in, but he keeps his eyes up at the stars and hopes to God that his life wasn't such a movie; he stays quiet.

"Who's Jaemin, then?" The question comes, harmless but shocking nonetheless. Chenle breaks his stare from the dull-starred sky and looks at you with a smile brighter than daylight. His question makes your gut twist. "Jaemin who danced with you under the rain... Jaemin who made your day with corny jokes, with late-night talks, with coffee, with notes."

You don't reply, so he ponders some more. He thinks about walking the streets holding hands, he thinks of cheek kisses. He thinks of waking up tomorrow and doing all of that with you. He looks forward to a couple of years — maybe you'll move in together, maybe you'll share a place and clothes and everything. He thinks of counting down the memories, having lived most of his life satisfied. Chenle thinks of doing it all with you; someone who takes tragedies and turns them into masterpieces. Someone who sings sad songs with a saccharine smile.

"Jaemin with a reputation, known for all the wrong reasons..." his eyes cast down, dull and slowly piecing everything together, "Just like me."

He thinks of a vow, a promise — to the stars, till dawn do us part. He thinks of how near the sun is from rising, and he thinks of silhouette, of being hidden behind one. You don't answer until then, so he just takes it as your reply.

"You don't have to. I already know," he smiles, fingers entwining with yours. "Maybe I just hoped that I didn't have to find out from Kun."

Chenle is innocent, kind of naive. He wears his heart on his sleeves and gifts its pieces to anyone who dares to get to know him. He loves a lot — his friends, his family, stars. A person who grieves the loss of midnight too, when the stars start to fade; you. Because of that, he could forgive anything you did and would do.

It's one of his many ways of love, you see, this thing you have going on. Chenle's just like that — you never know just how much more he can give before he runs out; there's just so much of him and it's difficult to put it into words. He's shown you how he treasures relationships, how he adores everything around him in each and every time a different way and kind. He's shown you so much, all the ways he displays his affection with, this little magic trick. That's not all of it, though, and a little part of you sinks because of the fact that a lifetime will not be sufficient enough for you to know just what this love is, completely, because every passing moment, the boy falls for something; each fondness different from the lasts.

Chenle just loves like that; so much that he doesn't mind being loved for carrying pieces of another person — being adored simply because he made you remember what you didn't want to forget. He thinks, if he doesn't think it matters, it wouldn't; he prays that if he doesn't bring it up, you'd forget. He's loved you for so long but you know so little of his kind of love; ever so pure and limitless, impossible to define and dictate.

When he holds your hands, though, you feel like it's enough — it's enough to have known slightly more than what you think you should.

"You give too much," are the only words that you were able to form. He looks at you as if to ask if you think so, and you feel the time stop for a bit when he leans his head on your shoulders, his dark locks tickling your skin. You laugh, humorless and sentimental, "Isn't it about time you'd learn to love within limits?"

"You're brilliant, you know?" He mumbles, albeit sleepily. "Kind of infinite. There are no restrictions in the love you deserve."

Something about brilliant just hits so different from beautiful — something so damning and sweet and you feel it again; just how much love you have in you, how much of it you are willing to give. Maybe boundaries really aren't your thing, maybe its the reason why you let Chenle adore you beyond what you know you can take, why you allowed him to give more than he should've given. Maybe it's why you poured affection after affection without conditions — maybe that's why you were selfish enough to love shadows. Maybe it's as most people say — you tend to burn too bright, to share too much of yourself, and not everybody can handle that. You're a bit too much for others. Maybe it's why you find yourself sitting down, pen roughly scribbling on paper.

Somewhere, there's a soul aching for your love... but no matter how much we try, we know it's not here, with me.

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Kun doesn't knock at your door until a few weeks later, and whether it was him giving you space or him not being able to leave Chenle alone, you think of it as a blessing in disguise. It wasn't even after a week or two that you found it in you to get your life together — fake it till you make it, clean up your home, clean up your mess. You greet him with a smile on your face, tears prickling your eyes, "Come in."

Kun doesn't even say anything, he just puts the snacks he bought somewhere and crashes the sofa. He turns off the television, eyes the clearly was-messy place, and huffs at you, "It's just me. You don't have to play cool with me when you're feeling so broken."

"You're acting so much like Kim Dongyoung." You whisper just enough that he could hear before making your way to him and sobbing in his arms. Kun lets you stay like that, his hands threading your hair and affectionately patting your back, a soft 'I told you you're not ready yet' that's less scolding than it is loving. You stop crying then, just miserable sobs and sniffles, and he stands up to get you a cup of water. You look at him.

"Thank you, Kun."

Suddenly, his not amused expression is back. He moves away a little, placing a strict space in between the two of you, and then directly looks into your eyes, "Were you ever gonna tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"Were you ever gonna tell me, or was I just supposed to learn about it after you've left?"'

"Kun," you breathe deeply, "I need to."

"For who?" He asks, hoping that amongst the reasons read your name. Are you finally choosing yourself? Is it still because of other people? He wants to ask, but his voice keeps failing him and all he can whisper is words about how he's proud of you, how much you've endured, how badly he wishes to ease the pain. Kun doesn't look at you with disappointment, with hurt; he looks at you with pure utter understanding, and you find it in you, a reason to smile.

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You can't help but reminisce things as you walk from your home to the train station, neither can you when you asked the person in charge for which train will get you out of the place the quickest. You didn't really have plans, you never did, and perhaps that's where everything starts to go wrong; you just forget things, or at least, you try to suppress them. You never tried to solve anything.

This town knew too much — there are memories of Renjun on the trail from here to the benches, flashes of Donghyuck's sly grin meeting your gaze in the reflection of the glass whenever you look at the vending machines. You feel like you've walked every street in here, hand in hand with Mark, like you've danced under all these blinking lights with Jisung, like you've been to everywhere with Chenle. There is so much to remember, and this place can't hold them all and it breaks your heart so much, knowing that many things are meant to be memories, but not all memories should be remembered. You close your eyes in silent hopes that no matter how painful, you never forget one second.

It was impossible, surely, but you think that the thought of being able to recall them completely will be enough to keep you company. Even until now, you don't really want to be alone — some people are just not meant to be by themselves, and sometimes those people aren't really good at settling down either — being one of them, you leap from one crumbling bridge to another, hoping to never feel the pain of a great fall. There was never an end where you didn't.

Waiting for the train to board, you look back to a certain place in time. The one where you think everything began.

Your first love is something you remember vividly. It came in the form of childhood crushes, wildflowers, and ruined playgrounds. It's a coincidental meeting; you were running away from your house, tired of the yelling and the crashing and the constant fear in your little heart, while he was sneaking away from his house to play more because he's a 'rebel'. Your first heartbreak takes some years forward, years just a little far from now even if it feels like it's been forever standing here, waiting for an uncertain return.

Until now, you think that it was that night under a rusty slide and above dry leaves when your life started to change.

You meet again with Na Jaemin just minutes before your train arrives, a brief eye-contact and a skip of heart and it doesn't take so much for you to know; those eyes, that smile, the red string sitting too tightly on his wrist. You remember what promise that meant — you know that, right? The thing they say about red strings, how they connect people? — and what childish hope that strand held — if we wear this, we would always find our way to each other, because we have a red string connecting us now! You remember, you do, really — of course, you do; how you could you ever forget him? Surely, maybe he's grown a lot, and everything about him has changed, he even dyed his soft hair blue. You're certain, though, you knew that it's him — maybe the red string worked. Maybe it's the butterfly effect and the heartbreaks your heart and several others nursed. Maybe it's the look in his eyes that remained soft and sweet and honest.

You miss your train, but you can't help but feel like you're just in time.

"Jae—" you choke, eyes wide and shocked, "Jaemin!"

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Na Jaemin meets you again on a busy train station, three years ago after he just came back in town for a visit. He remembers the punch in his gut at the sight of your face, the red string delicately wrapped on your wrist, far too small but still so beautiful. He remembers the sullen look on your face, the realization dawning on him that you're late for your class and he chuckles; you never really made it in time for school, even as a child. The rain pours and he has to fiddle his bag for his umbrella, opens it so that he could let you in. When he takes a step closer though, you were talking to another boy, and Jaemin thinks he's the one a little late.

He comes across you a lot of times next to that, too, but never when you're alone. He thinks, his timing is a mildly off as well. Every time he tries to come and talk to you — when you were sitting alone in the middle of a busy restaurant, inside the coffee shop, in front of his niece's kindergarten — there was always somebody else. It reminds him of back then, one of your conflicts as you started to grow up and apart; the many times you needed each other and the other person is too caught up needing someone else. Jaemin thinks that the beat you both are dancing to is a little too delayed.

Jaemin remembers meeting a boy just as blue as him, a face a little familiar, smiling longingly at the two dancing under the moon. He remembers eyes as regretful as his, he remembers a smile, "They look so happy, don't they?"

None of that matters, though, not when he's pulling you into a hug and dragging you to a rooftop, not when you're several floors off the ground and beside you is Na Jaemin, sitting side by side, with eyes that take you back to the past and makes you hope for an unbroken present.

When you two stand under the bright sky and you stare at him instead of gushing about flying, Jaemin realizes just how drastically different this present is. If the look in your eyes says anything, he's certain that you feel the same.

You have just always been waiting for this moment, you know? And you missed your train, but you were just in time to meet Jaemin, and the rush of affection cleared all the lines you had to cross and everything was light and filled with teary laughter before right now. You've had it planned, the both of you, multiple scenarios where you two could meet again — none of them are this way. It's awkward and tense and the other feels so far away; this wasn't how things were supposed to go.

Jaemin could leave. He should leave, he figures, thinking that it's always been what he's best at. It's not working, anyway; maybe it was him being gone and you going through so much, maybe it's life knocking some sense in the both of you, but none of that matters — it's not working. It's just like this, relationships — two people could start at the same point and still go separate ways. It's not meant to be. He could leave, forget, maybe he'd find enough courage that he marks this chapter closed and finally, finally stop thinking of childhood feelings and even the grown-up ones. He could find a new beginning in this chapter closed.

That's the way it goes, anyway, right? Some ends feel like new starting points. Jaemin could drop it here. He could make it easier for himself, he'd be able to say this isn't working and he'd be back to his normal self; the one that looks at you and looks for you in a way that he did before falling in love. He could be young and free, away from untold reasons and unsaid apologies and undelivered feelings. He could make it easier for himself.

But to hell with ease, he didn’t want to.

"Remember, back then, we would always sneak out to play in the rain?" Jaemin is the first to break the silence, "And we look at flowers... you used to cry at everything back then!"

You flick his arm at that, and he sits on the floor next to the railing because he couldn't hold himself up anymore, laughing. Even until now, this still feels like a very vivid dream. You spend the night trying to believe that this is reality — Jaemin does the same.

Fate has a tendency to bring people apart and put them back together again, so you can't really help it that Jaemin was months and weeks away from leaving the town again. There was a point where you cursed time — you just found him, and now, why is he being taken away from you? There was a time where Jaemin thought you weren't meant to be — if you are, then why do you keep on being forced apart?

He thinks he really should stop thinking this way. It's just something really odd, this love stuff, because it's never really just one thing but rather a couple of many nothings to make up an entirely different, supposedly magical occurrence. Love is never just love — it's oftentimes euphoria with even the slightest glimpse of devastation. Jaemin doesn't think he understands why the both of you try so hard to make it easy — no matter how difficult, he knows it's worth it, knows that he'll fight for it.

Jaemin spends his last day in this place smiling, cupping your cheeks as he stands in the middle of a busy train station yet again, this time, with you in his reach. The skies are dark but his smile is bright, and it burns brighter when you flush after asking him why he's staring at you so hard. The boy cooes, "Perfect should try to be you."

"If perfect was me, perfect would be a mess," you quickly counter even through you being too flustered. In your absolute anxiety, you think that everyone is looking and judging you. With the way Jaemin is staring at you, you don't think you'd mind even if they whisper things so mean.

"A lovable mess," he raspily whispers, sincerity in his gaze and honesty in his words. Jaemin smiles, "I can't make this up. I fall for you several times a day, repeatedly."

Jaemin lets go of your face and dips in to kiss your forehead, and then he giddily messes your hair. You can't even bring it in you to get mad — you have several minutes and you have so much to say and the time is too little, your words are so limited. Jaemin asks for your hands and leaves a red string, identical to the ones you gave each other as children but bigger and adorned with the tiniest butterfly charm. You look at him, confused, "What's this?"

"A farewell gift, and something I'll definitely come back for," he flicks your forehead as if to say it's so obvious, and you can't help but feel like time is running out all over again. You breathe, unsteady and ragged, a desperate call of his name, "Na Jaemin?"

He doesn't answer, but he wipes the tears streaming down your face and he hums.

"I'm so happy that the ending is me and you." You finally confess, taking him aback. You smile, sweet and cruelly beautiful, brutally emotional, and if there were no children around and Jaemin was a tad bit more shameless, he would pull you into a deep kiss. He couldn't, though, so he just gapes and stares and listens.

"I'm so happy that it's back to you."

As the train boards, you find yourself realizing how tough the world gets — the lovely, sinking feeling lingering in your chest as you recall the highs and the lows of life and fate.

You've had far too many great loves in your life, so much that using the term would probably not sound special anymore to other people — but they're different, each one of them, the way they loved distinct at least — and this one, just this one, Na Jaemin, by far, is the greatest.

The end is sweet and lovely, if a bit sour and bitter. The end is where you hopefully find yourself.

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"Mom and dad keeps on fighting. " your nephew murmurs under his breath, one sunny Friday spent walking on streets that are cooling down, on the way to what must be the happiest place on Earth for a kid. "Do you think they don't love each other anymore?"

You nervously scratch your nape, thinking of easy ways to reply to the question. You think of your childhood, how you spent most of it dreaming of love. How until today, the thought of it still haunts you. You just shrug, "People just have some bad days, but look, they're still together, right?" he nods, and you feel a blossom of proudness in your chest, "They love each other, and that's why they had you."

The kid suddenly frowns, "Why do people get together, then?"

You halt your steps before continuing, on the verge of asking why he asked that question before you realize that it's your nephew, anyway. He loves holding mature conversations even if he doesn't understand anything, he likes asking away and being taken seriously, like an adult. You chuckle, "Uhm, because people make each other happy!"

"Why don't you have someone, then?" You don't know how to answer his question, and neither did you expect it. He looks too interested to be brushed off. "You said people make other people happy!"

"Hm, well, I do have someone," you think of sugar smiles and giggly kisses as you say those words. There's a comforted exhale leaving your lips as you look down on the kid, "But, he's not the only reason I'm happy... I'm happy with myself, without him."

"Do you not love him, then? Because you're happy without him?"

"I love him, I do, a lot! We went through a lot to find each other again," you smile kindly, patient. "But it's a different kind of love, just like how it is a different kind of happy with him."

His lips jut out, wondering about things not so completely disconnected from his first questions. He then sighs as if he's carrying the weight of the world, "If you had to find each other again, it means one of you left. Why did one of you leave if you love each other, then?"

Why?

"Well, you see, maybe..." there's no answer pouring from your lips, but emotions threaten to spill from your eyes and then down your cheeks. The child won't understand your tears, though, so you think of familiar faces and the one you entwined your fingers with, like home. You keep your head held high. "Maybe it's so that we could find each other again in a time where we would be better versions of ourselves."

It's not enough to sate his curious mind. "But if he's almost always never here, how are you supposed to know if he's the love you're supposed to have, then?"

"The love I'm meant to find has always been here, within me," you say genuinely, and the child, ever so confused but curious, remains silent to understand. You shake your head a bit, "but with him, this love grows bigger and bigger, and it helps us cross any kind of distance between us."

Finally satisfied, he stops asking questions at the sight of his most favorite place, muttering incomprehensible gibberish as he tugs you closer to the entrance. Then you think of how happy you are to be standing under this sky, above this ground — you think of the butterfly effect, all the little moments and major events, and everything that passed and will forever remain remembered. You think of all that lead you to this.

You look at the reflection of yourself from the glass walls of the candy shop, and you couldn't help a smile. The look in your eyes screams dreamy as you push open the door. This is it — you're on the way to loving yourself.

Welcome home.

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Punching and clawing at Haechan, the two hellhounds that tormented him only laughed at his pain. His misery.

"Had enough, Hyuckie?" The shorter one asked, another punch being thrown to Haechan's face who only groaned in pain.

"Fuck...you..." Haechan coughed up blood as the other hellhound held him up by the arms behind him.

A deep laugh came from the hellhound who held him up like their punching bag. "We can do that too. Not like you haven't had your fun up there." He throws Haechan's limp body to the shorter hound. Catching him and swiftly turning him around for the other one to start his round of fun on him.

Breaking one of his ribs with a strong right hand, Haechan yells in pain. The crack of it ringing in his ears as a punch was followed to his eye, the bone below it also breaking.

"Did you really think, you could come back here without a soul? Without a body for Hades to torment?"

"Baekhyun, Wonho. Stop it." Chanyeol, the first reborn hellhound of Hades says from his seat in a corner of the cell. "Leave the poor kid alone."

A scoff comes the other side of the cell where all five hounds where. "Why stop them? He was the one to escape here without helping us." An Australian accent said. "Him and Renjun never looked back to help us. All of the others also escaped and are up there having a blast and living their life while we rot here with Hades."

Chanyeol sighed as the chains that were wrapped around his ankles rattled with his movements. Baekhyun who held Haechan up, threw him to the side. A grunt coming from him as he cradled his side. "Let's not forget that Hyuck and some of the others have still come to see how we are doing from time to time."

It was Wonho's turn to scoff. His arms folding over his broad muscled chest, he turned to glare at the eldest as he spoke. "Yeah, we won't forget that, but let's also not forget that Kai and Lucas fucked us over too."

"Those bastards were our downfall to this fucking cell after they ratted us out to one of the demons." Baekhyun snarled.

Voices were beginning to be heard from a distance. Sarcastic and threatening words being thrown around as all the hounds from the cell turned to look.

"I swear I will fucking drown you in the boiling stream of blood if you keep asking us if we are there yet every fucking second we pass something." Kai snapped at Johnny, as all nine hounds had traveled through the underworld to rescue Haechan.

Kai leading the pack with Taeyong as Johnny, Ten, Hanbin, Jaehyun, Lucas, Jeno and Jaemin followed behind them in their hellhound forms.

"Yo, I'm just asking. It feels like an eternity in here since the last time Ten brought Jaehyun and I to train." Johnny says from behind him. Ten only nods as he kept his eyes wondering around the dark cave like path they were on. "Are we there yet, tho?" Johnny asked again after three minutes.

Kai could only roll his eyes, his claws only digging into his palms as he clenched them tightly.

Upon arriving to the holding cell that Hades had created for whenever one of them went out of line and tried to escape. They see four pairs of glowing red orange-ish eyes staring right back at them. A body laid limp on the floor as it didn't move at all.

"Shit. Did they kill Hyuck already?" Jeno asked from behind the group. His eyes widening once he saw some blood pooling from the body.

They all approached the cell with caution. Loud growls and snarls coming from three of the hounds inside it.

"You son of a bitch!" Baekhyun growled trying to claw at Kai who stood a distance from the cell, a grin taking over Kai's lips. "Open this fucking cell so I can rip your throat out with my teeth!"

"You would like that, wouldn't you hyung?" Kai laughed in the face of the angry smaller hellhound. Only provoking him more.

"We only came to get Haechan." Taeyong spoke up calmly, the key to the cell in his hand while he gave each hound inside the cell a look.

"No." Bang Chan growled from his corner. "You open that door and you take all of us with you or we will kill him in front of you."

Giving the hound with a scar down his eye, Taeyong contemplated on what to do. Risk the world with three psychotic hellhounds, or risk losing one of his own. "What about you?" He asks looking to Chanyeol, who laid on a stone bed. "What's your ultimatum, hyung?"

The tallest of the hellhounds and first reborn lifted his head and gave them a shrug of his shoulders. "I have none. I have already tried to escape here for millions of centuries."

"But this time you can actually be free." Jaehyun piped up from behind Ten and Hanbin.

"We took care of Hades." Lucas says in his deep voice. "We gave him a deal he couldn't resist."

With those words, Chanyeol stood up. His bones popping and cracking as he stretched. The hounds outside of the cell only taking in his height in awe as some had only known of him by stories told from Kai and Taeyong.

"What deal did you make with him?" Chanyeol asked while walking to pick up a badly injured Haechan. His torso completely clawed at, his back the same treatment, his face swelled up from the punches of Baekhyun and Wonho. Not to mention how they took turn digging their claws into his stomach that looked like he had gotten stabbed.

Taeyong goes to place the skeleton key in the keyhole, opening up the cell as Baekhyun and Wonho stood in defensive mode still. "We will tell you once we all leave this shit hole." Kai said.

Once Taeyong and Hanbin helped with taking off their chains and the collars that Hades made them wear. Making sure that Baekhyun, Wonho and Bang Chan wouldn't hurt the others, especially Kai and Lucas. They all walked with them through the burning hell that they called home, sadly. Chanyeol carried an unconscious Haechan from being tortured. He glanced down at him in his arms, watching him start to heal with his help.

"So, what deal did you make with Hades?" Bang Chan asked from besides Jaemin and Jeno.

Kai glanced to Lucas who was beside him. A sinister smirk shared between them as the others stayed silent with fear.

"We gave him Theseus' and Perseus' descendants." Kai answered with a wicked grin.

Chanyeol snapped his head to look over at the cocky hound as they all finally stepped out of the underworld. His face showing no emotion as he knew that they had just caused a new war to happen with the Greek Gods.

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Admin: This was a lot...

Haechan will be in his home resting.

Beware of the new Hell Hounds.

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