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mntozakii · 6 months

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sugar — lee haechan

pairing: haechan x female reader

tags: stepcest, age gap (6 years), unprotected sex, haechan is a little bit insane but it's fine ☹️

note: been having haechan brainrot so plz enjoy this

minors do not interact and all characters are in legal age

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before your first encounter with the boy, his father has warned you that his son can be very mischievous. it turned out to be wrong because the haechan that you met was silent, you didn't have to know that he was actually angry. he believed that a pretty girl like you shouldn't be around men like his father, he knew that his workaholics father will neglect you in the future.

much to your delight, haechan warmed up and became closer to you since his father is always on a business trip. haechan just absolutely adore the way his father's young trophy wife showed up to his soccer games, coding competition, and took care of him like a good mommy. in return, he gave you a lot of affection and love. your sweet boy haechan who never disrespect you, listened to you more than his father, and indulged into your silly little hobbies. he didn't mind to follow around the store like a kicked puppy as you spend his father's black card.

haechan who can't be mean with you. at first, he wanted to make your life miserable but you were so kind and lovely to him. you think of him so fondly that it never crossed on your mind that he's taking advantage of you.

haechan who whines about his sore back so you will massage him and he finds it amusing that you laugh whenever he moans, if only you knew that haechan creamed his pants.

haechan who loves to share his food and feels his pupils dilate whenever your mouth opens nicely as he feeds you.

haechan who offers to do the laundry so he can steal your panties, he secretly touches himself with the flimsy silk.

to be honest, you weren't bothered with haechan's behaviour since you've seen how the boy acted around his relatives and friends. you assumed that it was only natural for him to be so attached with you, after all you're his new mother.

haechan has to thank his parents for making baby as his nickname because now he gets to hear you call him baby everyday.

"baby, don't forget to eat your breakfast"

"haechan baby, can you help me with the grocery?"

"good job baby, you're so smart"

four years went by and your sweet sunshine is no longer a pretty boy, he stood taller than you and looked intimidating than ever. however, he was still the same cheeky boy you've know. haechan attended law school, following his father's path. to be frank, it wasn't his first option but you had beg so prettily for him to listen to his father.

even though haechan was hundred miles away from you, he will still occasionally visit you. besides, he texted you everyday and updated you with everything. you knew the names of the professors that he hated, his pretentious classmates, and his roomate jeno.

"i want to see your face" haechan sent a selfie of him on bed with his messy brown hair.

"i'm on a date" you sent a selfie with his father which he replied with an eye roll emoji. you probably laugh at his choice of emoji but he genuinely felt pissed off. all he wanted was to see your face and he got a picture of the old man kissing your cheek.

"i miss having meals with you" haechan sent a picture of his pathetic dinner that consisted of ramen, few packs of sandwiches, and milk.

"my baby, please eat a proper meal" you sighed as you looked at his simple dinner, you'll remind your husband to pay extra attention to his allowance.

when haechan had few days off from school, he decided to suprise you by taking a flight home. upon his arrival, he was flustered to hear choked cries coming from your room. he knows that his father was home so he opted to peek from behind the door, his face turned into a soft frown when he saw your naked body on his father's lap.

"honey, please, i want to have a child with you" his heart burned with jealousy watching you hold his father's face as you cried, he never get to see your vulnerability before.

"i feel alone, the house seems so empty without haechan. it is a perfect timing for us to raise a child together, right?" his heart broke seeing your attempt to convince his father, haechan felt your frustration by the strong grip on the older man's shirt. he never know that you felt alone while he was away, he felt even worse when the accompany that you now wanted was in a form of a child.

"my sweetheart, i understand how you feel but can you wait for a few more months? once everything is settled at the firm, we will talk about this again" haechan had to physically control himself from letting a scoff, he knew that his father's promise meant nothing. the younger man headed to his room while he waited for his father to return to his office.

as soon as he heard the car left, he went outside to find you. his lips turned into a smirk when he saw you eating a pint of ice-cream, he was quick to attack you with a tight hug. you let out a shriek before hitting his chest when you realised it was haechan.

"haechan, you didn't tell me that you were coming home!" you reciprocated his hug and chuckled when the brunet pecked you on the cheek.

"i wanted to surprise you" he mumbled as he wiped the cream at the corner of your lips, he pulled you to the couch and kept you close to him. he wrapped his hand around your shoulder as he listened to you while the movie play mindlessly in the background.

"baby, have some" haechan smiled when you fed him the ice-cream. he found it very cute when you call him baby because he liked to take advantage of it, it almost felt like you will always forgive him for his mistakes.

haechan loved whenever you wear polo shirt especially if it was paired with a mini skirt. today, you were wearing his favourite white shirt paired with a midi skirt. you looked so beautiful, he can't help but to stare at your thighs through the slit of the skirt.

"why are you so pretty today? i want to play with you" his hand slid inside the skirt before he softly rubbed your inner thigh while maintaining eye contact with you. it wasn't unusual for haechan to be clingy but he should never touch you in that way.

"haechan, what are you doing?" your heart pounded heavily when his hand dangerously headed north.

"baby, your hand—" you tried to push it away but it was no use, his grip only tighten on your body. haechan leaned closer to leave wet kisses on your neck, he missed you so much.

"no— haechan, we cannot do this" your second attempt to shove him away failed since he was so much stronger than you, he didn't even budge at all.

"hmm, why can't we do this?" his mellifluous voice whined before he pulled you to his lap, his hands rested on your side as he eyefucked you.

"my father doesn't want to put a baby into you and i want to do the opposite of that, isn't that good?" his voice made the question sounded so innocent meanwhile in reality, he was talking about making you pregnant with his child. he must've overheard your talk with your husband, you wanted to believe that haechan was just confused with his feelings towards you.

"haechan, your father will get very mad at you" you mumbled as you reached for his hands, holding them tightly so he won't touch you again. haechan admired your effort to put him in his place, it was an adorable attempt. he easily pulled his hands away from you before carrying you to his room, he made sure to lock the door before cornering you to his bed.

"baby, baby, baby" he mocked the way your small voice always call for his name, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed. you can't help but to notice how different he looked now, his body was becoming lean and his features has developed into a handsome man. haechan held your hand as you stood still with guilt written all over your face.

was it your fault for spoiling haechan rotten until he thinks that he can get whatever he wants?

was it your fault for not creating a clear boundaries with your step son?

was it your fault for getting a little aroused with his little antics today?

"mommy, give me a chance to please you" haechan begged with the prettiest doe eyes ever, you are aware that you can say no, leave his room, and pretend that nothing happened but something inside you was thrilled to see more of him.

haechan grew impatient waiting for your reply, he decided to have you on his lap again before a brilliant idea popped out.

"you can tell me to stop and i will" haechan promised before he unbuttoned your shirt, he tried to read your expression but failed to do so. haechan chuckled seeing purple bruises all over your chest, you must had a steamy night yesterday.

"my father is a greedy bastard, isn't he?" he muttered before doing the exact thing that his father did to you last night, except haechan was aiming for your neck.

"baby, not on the neck, he will notice it" you pulled on his hair to take a look at his face, he seemed to be disappointed when he failed to mark you.

his hands gently groped on your tits and nipples, he alternated in between sucking, biting, and pulling on your hard buds. haechan felt his ego skyrocketed when you started to whimper and begged for more.

haechan positioned you to lay down comfortably on his bed before he took off your panties, he kept the skirt on because it looked lovely on you. haechan couldn't believe that he was finally staring at your naked body, he had been fantasizing this for years.

"such a pretty pussy" haechan praised you and chuckled when he noticed your hole clenched at nothing, he didn't know that you were already leaking wet.

"hmm, it's so tight, does he not fuck you at all?" haechan queried as he stuffed your hole with his middle finger, he moaned seeing you tighten around his digit. since he was eager to satisfy you, he added another finger and played with your clit using his other hand.

instead of making you reach your high, haechan kept on edging until you became so frustrated. he will rub your clit in the most delicious circles and stopped whenever you're almost close. the moment when he noticed your legs started to twitch, he will take his hand off your pussy and let you cry for more.

"haechan, don't be mean to me" you had to hold back a sob because you've been denied for so many times and it felt so painful. you tried to touch yourself but he gently smacked your clit as a warning, he wanted to see you come on his cock instead of his fingers. he got on top of you and let your legs rest on his shoulders, he gave a few kisses on your calf before pulling out his dick.

"i prepped you so well, you should be able to take it like a good girl, right?" he rubbed the tip on your entrance and slightly pushed the tip to elicit another moan from you.

one thing that haechan had always dreamt off was kissing you, he had various imagination to kept him on edge whenever he jerked off. he used to imagine fucking you on the mattress that you share with his father, he also fantasized about fucking you in the kitchen too. today, he will do everything that he wanted for so many years.

haechan bit his lip as he slowly pushed himself inside your warm cunt, it felt so fucking good that he wanted to cry. haechan leaned closer to kiss your lips and giggled when he tasted the lip gloss, you had put it on him for fun before but it tasted so much sweeter on your lips.

"baby, what's so funny?" you asked then laughed when he shrugged it off and hid his face on your chest as his hips kept on thrusting into your poor hole.

"this is better than everything i used to dream off" haechan admitted before pulling you into another kiss, you realised that the brown haired boy liked to be messy when kissing. he was so desperate and wanted to swallow you whole if he could, he slowly trailed down to your neck and started to suck and bite on it.

"baby, be gentle with it" you reminded him as you caressed his hair, you admitted that he was doing so well and it scared you. the younger boy decorated your neck with fresh red marks before he intertwined your hands together.

"i'm going to fill you up with my seed, get you pregnant with my child, that'll make you a real mommy" haechan whispered before he continued to fuck you real hard, every each of his thrust hits your cervix and drove you to madness.

"baby, no— haechan, you have to pull out" your hands weakly push him away but it only fueled him to pound your hole mercilessly, he knew that you were close and he wanted to come together. a few more penetration and haechan felt your walls contracted tightly around his veiny cock, he shot ropes of warm semen inside your pussy.

you can't help but to whine at the warm feelings inside you, haechan panted softly as pulled you into a tight hug. he caressed your messy hair and adored the marks he left on your body.

"did i do a good job, mommy?"

#nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct #nct imagines #nct smut #nct x reader #haechan #haechan imagines #haechan smut #haechan x reader

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ch3rryc4ndy · 1 year

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Knee Socks

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Pairing - haechan x fem reader (ft. Doyoung, taeil and talks about sungchan)

Genre - Smut

Summary - No matter how many warnings and scoldings haechan got from doyoung, he can’t seem to stay away from you. Doyoung being the protective brother he was told all the members you were off limits since day one but the rules end up going down the drain after a heated argument between you and haechan.

Warnings - language, arguing, choking, unprotected sex, pet names (doll, baby), hickeys, semi pervy hyuck, teasing, dry humping, biting

⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ ﹗ ˖ ་⭐︎ ⭐︎𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ

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“Oh really? I’m the bitch?” You hiss with a pointed finger back at yourself “yeah you are” haechan scoffs as he starts to walk away from you trying to conceal the smile that was forming on his lips.

“What the hell is going on now” doyoung sighs as him and taeil walk into the living room “asshole” you whisper under your breath in anger.

Haechan was one to know how to get under your skin in the most irritating ways possible. He would tease and start useless arguments with not only you but anyone who he wants to annoy.

It was obvious to everyone that he especially enjoyed pressing your buttons whenever he had the chance. You never understood why until one day you over heard doyoung cussing out haechan.

“You can be her friend sure but nothing more, she’s my sister hyuck be reasonable” was the sentence that you caught clear as day. You wouldn’t lie and say you’ve never thought about haechan being more than a friend but even you knew doyoung would go crazy.

“Stop arguing already geez” taeil groans as he plops down next to you “me and doyoung are going to go buy some food, wanna come?” Taeil smiles.

“No thanks, I have somewhere to be soon. I’ll come by later if I have a chance tho” you nod and get up from the couch as you make your way to doyoung.

“See you later” you wave to your overly cautious brother who was hoping you wouldn’t change your mind and stay at the apartment alone with haechan.

Although you never told anyone you somewhat had a crush on haechan, doyoung wasn’t stupid and noticed the small difference in the way you interacted with him vs the other members.

“Where are you going?” Doyoung asks with a smile as haechan perks up at the question. His back was facing you as he made himself a snack “a date” you coo, taeil turns back quickly at your words and haechan almost drops the knife he was using.

“A date?! With who?” Taeil coos with his eyebrows wiggling “some guy from school but anyways I have to go get ready see you guys later” you mutter trying to get away from the questions and interrogating that were soon to happen.

You made it back home and got ready as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment. After what felt like hours of getting ready you rummage through your bag for your phone to check the time.

After pouring everything that you had inside your bag onto the counter and rummaging through the mess you realize you never put your phone into your bag. “Fuck” it became clear that you left your phone at the boys dorms.

You get your things and make your back to the dorm. Annoyed and a little angry that you could forget such a thing. You knock a few times and hear no response. You knock louder in frustration as you wondered why doyoung wasn’t answering the door.

“Yeah yeah Im coming” you hear a groggy voice from behind the door whine as you stand anxiously. The door opens and to your surprise your faced with a shirtless messy haired haechan.

His eyes widen as he notices the outfit you had on “I forgot my phone” you smile awkwardly as you try and make your eyes look everywhere but his chest “u- uh yeah come in” he mutters as he moves aside.

You quickly walk to the couch, throwing the pillows around and sliding your hands inside the cracks to make sure your phone didn’t manage to slip between them.

You get on your knees and look under the couch but get faced with nothing but a chip from last nights snacking. “Do you know where my phone is?” You sigh as you sit up on your knees and look over at haechan in desperation “no” he shrugs with a head shake.

Haechan is leaning on the kitchen counter, watching your every move as you lean down just enough for your skirt to lift ever so slightly. His mind going blank as he sees the pair of white panties peering past the fabric of your skirt.

He asks himself questions he knew would land him 6 feet under ground if doyoung found out. The longer he thought to himself the dirtier his thoughts got. They went from “is she loud in bed?” to “I wonder how’d she look with spit running down her chin as I fuck that smart mouth”

His thoughts getting more detailed as he drifts off into his imagination.

He noticed the tight black knee high socks squeezing around your thighs, they made his chest heavy and foggy headed. Your shirt revealing the perfect amount of cleavage to drive him crazy.

“Haechan!” You yell with a slight smile on your face. You knew he was staring and you didn’t care. You might’ve even arched your back an unnecessary amount when looking for your phone. It was torture for you just as much as it was for him.

His face turns a soft shade of pink as he realizes he’s just been caught “were you peeking under my skirt?!” You gasp trying to sound surprised.

“Wh- what no no I was lost in my thoughts” haechan smiles awkwardly as he turns around and walks into his room quickly.

“Have you really not seen my phone? The last time I remember having it was on the couch when we were arguing” you sigh following close behind him.

“Y/n I don’t have your phone oh my god” he groans as he sits on the edge of his bed. Your eyes scan around his room, the shelves full of vinyls and cds you’ve grown to know far too well from the times haechan wasn’t a complete ass making you smile.

When the both of you weren’t bickering at each other like an old married couple you spent a few hours in his room listening to music and talking about each others day. But those sweet moments have been happening much less due to the amount of arguing that happens between the two of you.

“Who’s the guy?” Haechan asks casually, his hands on his sides as he tries to keep his eyes up to yours. “Like I said a guy from school”

He fails to hide his disapproval as he sighs “why?” You smile as he bites down on his lip harshly. Right as haechan was about to say something, you heard a familiar ding from inside his nightstand.

Both of you perk up at the sound, your eyes shifting towards the small grey nightstand in confusion. “Sorry that’s my phone” haechan chuckles as he gets up in a rush.

You get to it first and open it and to your surprise there lays your phone with text messages from your date and dozens of calls from doyoung. “YOU LYING PIECE OF SHI-” You yell, getting cut off mid sentence by haechan shushing you with an eye roll.

“Fuck you” you scoff as he stares at you with a blank expression. “Oh yeah? I’m the liar right?” He scoffs “what the hell does that mean?”

“You said the guy you were going on a date with was from school. It’s sungchan. Did you suddenly forget he’s a member of Nct too?” Haechan hisses.

“You know how doyoung would act ok. He asked me out and I haven’t had a date in months so what? I’m the bad one for wanting to go on ONE date?”

“You’d risk doyoung finding out and getting angry at you for sungchan?” He shakes his head in a tsk “Well it isn’t like I have a line of people asking me out now do I hyuck? He’s respectful, not once has he done anything to piss me off and he’s also is the first guy to ask me out on a REAL date in a long time. Sorry if that makes me a bad person”

“What if I asked you on a date? Would you go on one with me?” Haechan smiles. You freeze, taken back by his question, your eyes furrow in confusion. “What?”

“If I asked you out on a date right now would you say yes?” He shrugs

“I- I don’t know” you mutter awkwardly as you try and hide the pink tint on your cheeks “would you say yes?” He asks again, this time in a stern tone. His lips curling into a smile as he watches your cheeks burn brighter.

“Maybe” you shrug. Haechans eyes trialing down your thighs yet again.

He couldn’t help but think about how you’d feel wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face deep into your pussy. He was almost salivating at the thought. His name spilling out of your mouth in that breathy way you do whenever you were trying to catch your breath after a long workout.

“Maybe?” He replied. Your eyes trailing down his abdomen and quickly looking at the imprint on his grey sweats. Your eyes shoot back up to his eyes and to your surprises he was watch you.

He smiled to himself, satisfied that you couldn’t help but admire him too. “Come” he gestures you closer. You stand infront of him, his legs spread as you stand between them “tell me you don’t want me” he hums.

“W- what?”

“Tell me you don’t want me at all. You don’t want to go on a date, you don’t find me attractive, you don’t think of me, and tell me you like sungchan better than me.”

“Why would I say that? I’d be lying” you say to yourself but soon come to realize you just said it out loud by the way haechans eyes grow dark “You’d be lying? You think of me?”

You feel a rush of confidence rush through you as you take in the situation. His hands almost touching your thighs as his legs almost touch yours. His hands on his knees as his thumbs tap the sides of your knees ever so slightly.

“I do, you’d be surprised”

“Oh yeah? How’d I be surprised?” He smiles with a tilt of his head “I think about you so much hyuck” you purr as you move closer. Your legs now touching his as his hands instinctively move towards your hips as he looks up at you.

Haechan debates with himself in his head. Should he pull you onto his lap and finally kiss you or back away and follow doyoungs rules. The angel on his left says no but the devil on his right shoulder is louder.

You can tell he’s debating what to do so you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Haechan shivers at the contact of your hands on his naked body. That’s when he gave in, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you roughly onto his lap.

You gasp at the sudden movements letting a low whine out as you feel his hands rubbing up your thighs. His lips fighting the urge to latch onto your neck and hear how sweet you’d sound.

“What if doyoung and taeil get back? We didn’t even lock the door” you grow worried as you look back at the door that was wide open. Haechan lifts you with him, your legs wrap around his waist as he got up and closed the door locking it.

“Better now?” He coos as he sits back onto the bed. You nod as your eyes move down to his lips. His puffy pink lips glossed in his saliva. You instinctively licked your lips, biting them softly as you wondered how he’d taste.

Haechan chuckles to himself, his hand snakes onto the nape of your neck, pulling you down into a soft kiss. The kiss felt different that others you’ve had, the softness of the kiss was intoxicating mixed with the neediness that both of you were trying to hide made everything even more heated.

No words come out of either of you. Frustrated moans and whines spilling out instead as you pulled back from the kiss. Saliva stringing from both of your mouths as you look at each other with slightly opened mouths.

“Don’t you need to get to your date?” Haechan pouts as his fingers play with your knee high socks “I’ll tell him I had an emergency”

Haechan nods at your response with a smiles, his lips moving down your jaw and latching onto your neck. He trials up your neck, pressing kisses onto multiple spots waiting for you to give the reaction he wanted.

A breathy squeal leaves you as he bite down onto your neck, he sucks and kisses the same spot after realizing the affect it had on you. Your body shivers and jerks back as he moans onto you, the vibration making you squirm on his lap.

He groans at the feeling of your clothed pussy rubbing onto his cock “baby” he whines as he pulls back softly. “If you keep doing that…” he shakes his head in a groan.

“What will happen if I keep doing it?” You tease as you rub yourself onto his lap, the pace slow and soft as you hold onto his shoulders. “Keep doing it and find out”

You smile and take it as a challenge. You sit up lightly and take your panties off, making sure he couldn’t see anything yet. He moans quietly as you drop them down to his feet.

Your pace picks up again, this time a feeling much more intense rushes through you as you feel the warm cloth of his sweats hugging his cock as you press yourself onto him. You curse under your breath as you feel how thick he was, his hands on your hips as he looks down at you as you hug onto his chest.

His body heats up at the sight playing out in front of him. The soft whines you let out mixed with the sensation of your fingers digging into his skin making him whimper.

“Need to feel you” you whine as you tug at his waist band.

Haechan stops your pace, his hands wrapping around your waist to lift you off a bit, allowing him to kick his sweats off as he lays back onto his headboard. He turns to his left and rummages through his nightstand as you sit on his upper legs, he pulls out a condom in anticipation.

He holds it up with two fingers and a raised eyebrow “no no I don’t want it I’m on the pill. I want to feel all of you, need you to cum in me” you whine with a hint of desperation.

He smiles at your words “you sure doll? No condom?”

“We can use it if you want” you nod as you take his question as a hint that he wanted to use one “no no no trust me I don’t need it but I just want to make sure you’re 100% certain”

“I am haechan 100%”

He smiles at how beautiful you look in this moment. Your eyes droopy from need and cheeks tinted pink as you looked down at him pleading to fuck you raw. “Good” he hums as he presses a kiss onto your lips, the kiss lasting a few seconds before he pulls back and latches back down to your neck.

You whine in need as you press your warm cunt onto his cock. Haechan almost chokes on his spit as he feels how wet you were, his length buried between your folds as you rub yourself onto him slowly.

You try and adjust yourself onto him properly but he keeps you in place “don’t rush” he purrs as he sucks onto your neck harshly.

Haechan loved to tease, it was kind of his speciality. He loved the way you looked whenever he would adjust himself and give you false hope “please haechan”

You pleaded a few times but that only seemed to make him keep up the teasing. “Need to be patient” he shakes his head. Haechan tries his best to ignore the needy pleads as you beg and moan his name.

You pull his head back lightly taking him by surprise, kissing him roughly as you scatter kisses all over his face. Your lips pressing a kiss onto each of his moles as his eyes close shut in hopes to control himself.

You pull back slowly, taking in the soft glow of his skin “All bruised up baby” he coos as he points at the purple marks he left scattered across your neck. “Gonna make sure everyone knows who gave these to you” he purrs as he adjusts himself, coating his tip before pushing into you softly.

Haechan let’s out a shaky moan as he feels your warm walls squeeze him tightly. His eyes close shut in pleasure as he slams you onto his lap.

Your mind going blank as you take in the feeling of his cock stretching you out, filling you full as he bites down onto your shoulder “Feel so good” haechan breathily moans as his fingers pierce your hips.

His hard slams making your eyes roll back as he fucks you fill of his cock. Your stomach turns into knots as your stomachs starts to clench from the perfect angle he was fucking you in.

One of his hands on your hip and the other besides your arm, pounding you harshly onto his lap. All you could do was bounce along with his thrusts, shaky moans slipping from you as he sloppily kisses your neck to muffle his moans.

Your eyes completely foggy from tears as you feel yourself getting closer to your climax. His manhandling of you making you even wetter as one of his hands wraps around your throat.

“Making such a mess doll” he shakes his head in a smile as he looks down at his lap “h- Haech- Haechan”

“Yeah?” He hums as he slams you harder onto his lap. The sound of wet skin slapping and breathy moans filling the room. Each of his hard thrusts making your voice hitch as he hugs you onto his chest for a better grip.

“I- I’m c-“ you try and spit out but your words coming out a scrambled mess “ you’re gonna cum doll? Already?” He mocks in a pout. You nod your head groggily as he smiles at your reply.

“Let it out, I got you baby” he purrs into my ear as his eyes drift down to your knee highs. He was so lost in pleasure he completely forgot you had them on, he’s always had a thing for thick thighs so when you showed up to the empty dorm in them while he was alone he knew he would either fuck himself in his hand later or finally get to do what he’s been wanting to do which was you.

A shaky cry spilling from your mouth as you clench around him. His hand slapping onto your mouth to quiet your loud cries. Your pussy growing louder as your wetness drips downs your leg and onto his lap. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm.

Tears start to stream down your cheeks as he fucks you through your orgasm “so perfec-“ haechan hisses as he feels your warm cunt pulse around him. His eyes roll back in ecstasy as he cums inside you for the first time.

His mind goes dizzy and his thoughts go blank as your sticky walls take him perfectly. Both of you breathing heavily as he drops down onto the bed with you in his arms.

The only sound inside the room are heavy breaths and quiet moans as you both come down from your orgasms.

“I think I might’ve left too many hickeys” haechan chuckles with concern as he takes in the amount of purple bruises on your neck and chest. “I can use makeup” you shrug as his hands run through your hair.

His warmth making you feel safer than you’ve ever been, your heartbeats syncing, and your breaths slowing as both of you take in each others warmth.

Haechan cuts the silence with one question.

“How do we explain this to doyoung”

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4everhyucks · 1 year

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NOXIOUS — teaser

PAIRING. na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE. smut, slight angst, college au

WORD COUNT. tba, most likely to be around 7k?

SYNOPSIS. jaemin is your best friend.. that’s what you would introduce him as. everything between the both of you changed in the blink of an eye. the once sweet and caring friend was gone, all that’s left is someone you could barely recognise.

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after greeting johnny, he takes a puff of his joint as he starts rambling about what happened earlier. something related to drunk haechan pushing renjun into the pool along with his girlfriend, which results in mark laughing really loudly, saying he wishes he was there to witness it in person.

while listening in on the funny stories they both had to share, you spot the boy that you have been desperately trying to search for by the stairs, avoiding your gaze when your eyes lands on him. you hesitate for a moment before leaving mark and johnny without any explanation.

now you’re confident that jaemin is in fact avoiding you because you see him walk off after making eye contact with you. you start to pick up your pace, catching up to him, grabbing onto the end of his sleeve. you say his name, loud enough for him to hear you, “please just tell me what’s wrong.. talk to me.”

“let go.” he says sternly, not even turning around to look at you.

you sigh, trudging to stand in front of him, fingers still lingering on his sleeve. “no seriously what’s your problem jaem? you’ve been avoiding me after the hangout, leaving me on seen and now you’re not even talking to me,” you glare at him, clearly annoyed by how he’s been treating you today. you didn’t want to admit it but you’re sad too, wondering what you did for him to act like this.

jaemin scoffs, “what’s my problem? i didn’t know we had a problem to begin with,” he knows he shouldn’t be giving you the silent treatment or being an asshole in general when its his own problem to begin with, it never was your fault. the way this conversation could probably end the friendship didn’t even pop up in his mind at all until he blurted, “why don’t you go back to being the whore you were huh? isn’t that all you’re good for?“

the loud party music that blasted throughout the place was all you could hear ever since you stepped in the house, but everything get blocks out when you hear those words come out of jaemin’s mouth. sometimes jaemin could be mean, very mean. but he knew his limits, your limits. there’s ringing in your ears, tears pooling your eyes. you wouldn’t categorise yourself as weak, or sensitive. but when it came down to jaemin, you always felt twice the amount of what you would normally feel. you were twice as happy when you’re having fun with him, singing karaoke, playing in the arcade, dyeing each other’s hair. you were twice as angry when he pissed you off, the multiple times he picked you up extremely late when you were in a hurry for your part-time job but then again he means so much to you, you always forgave him when he apologised.

now he had hurt you twice as much. you wonder why his words stung so much, this wasn’t the first time he called you a whore, maybe because he didn’t look like he was joking. you pray that when you lift your head up to look at him you would be met with a jaemin that’s smirking at you, telling you he was just kidding. only you don’t. you don’t see any sparkle in his eyes like they usually do, they’re dark and he’s not smiling.

you blinked the tears away, trying your best to not seem frail, going quiet before cursing at him, “…fuck you jaemin.”

#fic: noxious #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #na jaemin

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xrenjunniesx · 4 months

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thank u for all ur hardwork, ur writing is great!! can u write where u get hurt in a fight and the dreamies are the ones taking care of u after please?

they take care of you after you got into a fight

bf!nct dream

a/n ; I feel like for some of them I went more into detail of how you tell them you got into a fight… but there is still the caring aspect! went off track but never the less i hope this is somewhat what you wanted <3

mark

you had promised mark you would meet him at the cafe, so despite everything, you did. you approached him with a bandaged hand and walking at a rather slow pace. he was confused by this, since you were perfectly fine last night when he saw you. he decided to meet you half way, bringing you to a stop in the middle of the cafe.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“kinda… got hurt.” you say, figuring maybe it wasn’t a good idea to tell him that you got into a fight.

his eyebrows knitted together but he accepted that maybe you just fell or something.

but as you two sit in the corner of the cafe slowly sipping your drinks that mark had ordered prior to you arriving, you end up bringing up what happened.

“you know that… one boy who kept bothering me?” “yeah?” “yeah… I punched him.” “oka- wait what?!” man is shocked and all of the above.

“we got into a huge fight and I had to get pulled away because I was beating his ass up.” you smiled but mark just stared at you.

“are you okay?”

“yeah I think so, just a couple bad bruises and sore knuckles but I think that’s it. I’m okay.”

“dude… you should’ve called me. I know you can handle it by yourself and you did but when you got pulled away I would’ve jumped in and continued!”

you both leave the cafe after finishing your drinks and he takes you back to his place and makes you sit on the couch with an ice pack on your knuckles as he inspects every injury you gathered, cleaning any injuries that could be dirty / open wounds like cuts.

renjun

he was against physically fighting, but this time, he wasn’t. this one girl had been awful to you practically all year long. she shoved you around and spoke horribly about you.

so when you facetimed him out of nowhere, with a bloody lip and a bright smile, he knew what happened.

“did you get her ass?”

“I GOT HER SOOO GOOD! but I have a few cuts from falling over, can we meet up?”

he was instantly on his way, stopping by a store to get some bandaids.

once he was in your apartment he was looking around all over for you until he got to the bathroom where he saw you sitting on the counter, swinging your legs as you looked at him. he laughed and placed the bandaids down, grabbing a fresh cloth to clean your wounds for you.

you go into detail about the whole story, explaining how she started it and for once you didn’t back down. even though renjun told you not to get into fights, he was rather proud of you for this one.

jeno

this man had been bothering you all evening as you and jeno were just trying to enjoy an evening with friends at the bar. the man touched your arm so you threw your elbow back into his stomach. jeno was shocked at fast this turned into a physical fight. he grabbed your waist and pulled you away from the angry man once he saw security coming.

“you should’ve let me-“ “I don’t want you going to jail, let’s go!” you both leave the bar and sit on the sidewalk. you examine your hands as they hurt pretty bad. jeno took your hands into his and looked at them, seeing that they were definitely going to start slowly bruising up and were currently really red.

he pressed kisses onto your knuckles and held your hand gently in his as he kept walking, planning to take you back home to put an ice pack on your knuckles.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I never knew you could fight like that baby.”

“yeah, so don’t make me mad jeno.”

he laughed at you, leaning into to kiss your head, “you would never.”

haechan

he was the one filming actually. the fight was one of those fights where it was just building up over the course of a few days until it finally burst and someone throws a punch.

at first you were shocked, but instantly you started fighting back. haechan whips out his camera, wanting to film this so you can see it later.

though once the fight ended and you were back at home haechan completely switched on you and he picked you up and sit you down on the counter. “don’t get into unnecessary fights.” “haechan you literally were filming it.” “yes I was but still don’t get into fights like that, because now look! my baby is hurt.”

he takes a while to help you clean your wounds and bandage them because he keeps giving you kisses and ‘scolding’ you.

“I’m proud baby, you fight really well.” he says making you laugh at how quick his opinion is changing.

jaemin

as you walked into the room, hiding your hands in your pockets and with your face down, he was immediately eyeing you. “what’s wrong?” he asks as he sits up straight and spins in his chair to face you completely. you’re at the closet, grabbing some clothes to change into.

“nothing, I’m going to shower.”

he gets up from his chair and approaches you, standing in front you. you didn’t look at him, still trying to avoid him seeing your face which had a bruise and a cut from the girls ring.

he placed his fingers on your chin and lifted it up, and at this point you figured you might as well just let him see it.

he gasped aloud, his eyes widening as he quickly grabbed your hand and took you to the bathroom.

“ow.. my hand jaemin.” he left go as soon as you said that and looked at your hand.

“oh my god…” he muttered under his breath as he looked at the red bruising knuckles. “what happened?”

“I got into a fight… she’s looking worse than me right now!”

“not something to be happy about.” he said, looking at you with a stern glare. you sat on the edge of the bathtub as he cleaned your wounds for you and out bandaids on them.

he holds your face in between his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead. “don’t get into fights, love.”

“I’ll try not too… but trust me she deserved it.” he could only roll his eyes with a scoff at that.

chenle

you walked into his apartment, dressed completely different to how you left his apartment earlier that morning.

“you changed? why?”

“oh… my pants got dirty so I went home before coming here.”

you catch his eyes briefly as you walk past and instantly knew he would pick up that something was wrong very quickly.

you came back over to his to watch a movie together since you had planned this last night and had no legit reason to cancel, you couldn’t just not show up.

you also didn’t want to tell him you got into a physical fight with someone and how your stomach hurt really bad and your knees still hurt from when you had fallen over.

“what’s wrong?” he asks about the minutes into the movie.

“what?”

“you’re holding your stomach.. did you eat something bad?”

“oh- uh yeah.”

he glares his eyes at you, not believing a word coming from your mouth.

“don’t lie what happened?”

he is sitting next to you on the couch, the movie long forgotten as you eventually confess about the physical fight.

chenle insists on seeing all your wounds, he insists that he checks your whole body and helps apply any needed treatment onto them for you. he gives you panadol and pulls you into his arms when you’re back seated onto the couch. his hands playing with your hair, “just tell me next time, I’ll go help you immediately.”

jisung

you walked into his apartment fuming with anger. “park jisung you won’t BELIEVE!!! what happened!”

he is up on his feet rushing to where you were standing. he eyes you up and down, red and beaten up hand, knees dirty and bleeding from cuts grazes and tear stained cheeks from obvious crying.

“oh my god come with me.”

he is scared to touch you in any way incase you’re injured there, so he just gestures you to the bathroom as you stomp your way over. you sit on the edge of the bathtub as he pulls out his little kit of bandaids. he grabs a clean cloth and drenches it in water as he listens to your crazed rants.

“she said that to me! right to my face! I’m surprised I didn’t punch her right then and there honestly.”  he is nodding and humming in agreement with your words as you gradually lose the anger and get more upset over the situation.

he finishes helping you clean up and puts bandaids on you where needed and looks up at your face. you’re just silently watching him, tears in your eyes.

he pulls you into a hug, still being extremely careful with your body since you haven’t told him where you got hurt except for the obvious visible injuries. he might cry a little with you if you break down crying. just seeing you upset upsets him! especially if you’re hurt.

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zchnlswrld · 10 months

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NCT DREAM’S BROKEN MELODIES

Watch NCT Dream navigate their love lives as they figure out how to lose someone, accept someone and get someone back. It can’t be that hard, can it?

All can be read without needing to read the other fics, none will have anything that will connect them besides the boys. All will be written with a fem reader in mind however no specific gender for Y/N will be mentioned and no gendered terms will be used.

NCT MASTERLIST

(Pre-warning, none of these are proof read right away but do get checked right after!)

JISUNG’S BROKEN MELDOY: ONE LAST TIME *

Pairing: Idol!Jisung x Fan!Reader

Jisung and you experience your first real fight. At risk of losing it all he tries to give you one last call, begging for one last chance except it’s 2:00am and he’s using a payphone so there’s not a chance you’ll be awake.

HAECHAN’S BROKEN MELODY: AUTOPILOT *

Pairing: Student!Haechan x Student!Reader

You’d never understand the pressures Haechan has as the school’s founder’s son so why are you even trying? You do. You have it worse as the student on a scholarship. To add insult to injury the school has found out you’re together and Haechan starts lying.

RENJUN’S BROKEN MELODY: REGULUS

Pairing: Artist!Renjun x Writer!Reader

He decides to give dating one more go after leaving the love of his life, it would help if his date wasn’t sat here gushing over your work. The more they talk about you the more he hates himself but his heart breaks the way he broke yours when he hears about your most recent novel.

JAEMIN’S BROKEN MELODY: IN MY DREAMS

Pairing: Playboy!Jaemin x Nerd!Reader

Jaemin’s heartaches as he hears you explain to him you were aware of his intentions, the bet, everything. It hurts him even more that you said you knew and let it happen to feel special. How could he let it get this far? How could he hurt someone as special to him as you? Mainly, why are you forgiving him?

MARK’S BROKEN MELDOY: NO LIE

Pairing: Idol!Mark x Producer!Reader

Mark can’t stand that he has to face you right now, it makes him think about how alone he made you feel. He had knowingly isolated you and left you alone and when you left he had the audacity to get angry at you because he knew you didn’t want to leave. In reality Mark didn’t know you, he had forgotten who you were a long time ago and didn’t like the new you.

CHENLE’S BROKEN MELODY: SULLAE

Pairing: CEO!Chenle x Housewife!Reader

Chenle left you when you needed him most and it felt like hell. Every time you called out for help he would suddenly have to be somewhere else. He didn’t think it was that bad because he knew you were strong, that was until he heard your wails on the kitchen floor after he came back from a meeting. You were crumpled into a ball on the floor as his assistant sat there stroking your back.

JENO’S BROKEN MELODY: SHARP OBJECTS

Pairing: Demon!Jeno x Angel!Reader

He didn’t understand you were risking your life to be with him, he always played around with it but what happens when it comes to it? What would he do then? He doesn’t know but he knows he has to. He has no choice now and it’s all his fault.

Release dates subject to change, will most likely be earlier. Any date changes will be put here.

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* = Getting a part two, there’s been multiple requests so far so they’ll be done once the rest are!

#NCT DREAM’S BROKEN MELODIES #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream imagine #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct drabble #nct dream scenarios #nct dream angst #Spotify

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mrkis · 7 months

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With haechan and mark last photoshoot I've felt down the rabbit hole once again.

So a toxic, on and off relationship with haechan, it's only holding itself together because the sex is amazing i'm not gonna lie. So when Y/N and haechan are once again in an off phase because she caught haechan attached to a girl mouth at a party she lost it. Since then she's been avoiding him, determined to end it with haechan. That's when mark enter into the picture. He is haechan best friend which Y/N does not understand because they're polar opposite. Mark is really respectful of women, he does not play with they're hearts. Y/N always found mark attractive but was always afraid his good boy persona would bore her to death and that she would end up hurting him. While mark wasn't suspecting anything Y/N really thought about corrupting mark just to get back at haechan. She knew he would get jaelous and angry with her, and she didn't care. Weeks goes by and mark and her are starting to get intimate slowly but surely with the pretence of going to each others house to study. One day mark has you on his bed, eating you out, head hanging on the edge, eyes fixed on the door. Your eyes close from time to time with how much pleasure mark is giving you, but when you open them again, haechan is leaning against the door, arms crossed against his chest. "I see you choose to act like a bitch, no wonder you have not been calling me lately", "is his dick that good, you haven't beg for me to just fuck you yet ? Because I already know you miss me" haechan anger quickly turned into desire when he saw your face, contorted by bliss. "Markie markie markie, I'm quite dissapointed in you, you know, you're supposed to be my friend, not fucking my girlfriend" but mark's not stopping. He is even adding two fingers inside of you making you mewl. You can see the big buldge inside haechan pant and you don't know anymore if you are excited or embarrassed. You try to cover your eyes and tell haechan to fuck off but he is not budging. "Don't try to pretend to be embarrassed now, I know this is all your ideas, see you're no better than me now are you. Actually this is your true nature" haechan's really conflicted, a part of him hate you right now but he's always loved to see you lose yourself, even if it's not because of him, it seems. He can't wait to fuck you but for now he is curious to see what mark's going to do to you. He want to see everything, he wants to hear you cry, before he'll comes and fuck you tell you pass out. There only one way for him to deal with his frustrations. Marks flip you over on your stomac, face down looking directly into haechan's dark eyes, ass up. Since haechan is in the room mark's has been really rough with you which contrast with all your other time together when he was nothing but swwet to you. Maybe haechan's presence is pressuring him to perform differently but you don't mind, actually you can't even think right now. All you can hear is the sound of marks hips snapping against you and the sound your wet pussy makes each time he goes in and out of you and all you can see is haechan dick being freed from the confinse his underwear, standing tall and proud but remaining untouch. Haechan not even looking at you right now, his eyes defying mark, because haechan felt betrayed not once, but twice.

WHAT MUST I DO TO HAVE YOU WRITE THIS AS A FIC PLEAAAAAASSSSEEEEE ANON

#‣ [asks]#‣ [anon]#‣ [reaction answered]#oh my fuckING *high pitched noises*

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cu1tsmark · 7 months

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"Renewed Promise"

In the bustling hallways of their new high school, Y/n found herself drawn into a chaotic scene. A crowd had formed around Haechan, who was wearing his favourite black leather jacket that he always had with him when his dad gave it to him when he was just a kid, the notorious bad boy of the school, as he was in the middle of bullying another student. Y/n's heart raced, and her instincts took over. She couldn't stand by and watch this happen.

With determination in her eyes, Y/n pushed through the crowd until she was face to face with Haechan. The whole school fell silent, shocked that someone would dare to confront him. Haechan himself looked surprised for a moment before his expression hardened.

"What do you think you're doing?" He spat at Y/n, his piercing gaze locking onto her.

"I won't let you hurt him," Y/n replied firmly, her voice unwavering.

Haechan paused, his cold demeanor thawing slightly. Then, he abruptly turned away and began walking towards the stairs leading to the rooftop of the school. Y/n followed him, feeling a mixture of determination and curiosity.

As they stood on the rooftop, Y/n finally spoke up. "Why did you do that back there? Why do you act this way?"

Haechan glanced at her, his usual scowl replaced with a hint of vulnerability. "Where have you been all these years, Y/n? Why did you leave without a word?"

Y/n felt a pang of guilt as she realized how much her sudden departure had affected him. "I'm sorry, Haechan. I had to move away with my family. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, but it happened so suddenly."

Haechan let out a sigh. "You don't understand, Y/n. After you left, I was angry at everyone and everything, including my parents. I blamed myself for not being there to stop you from leaving. I turned into this person I didn't want to be."

Y/n's eyes softened. "I had no idea it affected you so much."

Haechan turned towards her, his hand tightening on her shoulder. As he stared at her eyes, "Was it obvious?"

Y/n was taken aback by his question. "What do you mean?"

Haechan leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. "Was it that obvious that I wanted to make you mine?"

Before Y/n could react, Haechan closed the distance between them and kissed her passionately, a yearning for her that had built up over the years. Their kiss was filled with longing and unspoken emotions, a connection that had been severed but was now rekindled.

As they pulled away, Y/n looked into Haechan's eyes, her heart pounding. "I never stopped caring about you, Haechan."

Haechan's icy exterior had melted away, revealing the boy she had once known. "Then promise me you won't leave again."

Y/n nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "I promise."

And in that moment, amidst the chaos of their high school, Haechan and Y/n's reunion marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with love, understanding, and a promise to stand by each other's side, no matter what.

Months passed since Haechan and Y/n's reunion on the rooftop of their high school. Their connection grew stronger each day, and Haechan's bad-boy persona began to soften. While he still had a reputation to uphold, he couldn't help but let his guard down when he was with Y/n.

One sunny afternoon, Y/n found herself sitting in the school courtyard, reading a book. Haechan approached with his signature smirk on his face. "You know, you've turned my life upside down, Y/n."

Y/n chuckled, looking up from her book. "Is that a bad thing?"

Haechan shook his head, sitting down beside her. "No, it's not. It's just... I never expected to fall for my childhood friend again, especially after all the mess I've created."

Y/n placed a hand on his arm, reassuringly. "People change, Haechan. And it's clear that you've changed for the better."

He leaned closer to her, his voice low. "It's all because of you, Y/n."

Their tender moment was interrupted by a group of Haechan's friends approaching. They looked at him in disbelief. "Haechan, are you seriously sitting here all lovey-dovey with Y/n?"

Haechan shot them a glare but didn't pull away from Y/n's side. "What's it to you guys? Can't a guy spend time with his girlfriend?"

Y/n's eyes widened at his words, and she blushed. They hadn't officially discussed their relationship status, but it seemed like Haechan was ready to make it known.

His friends exchanged surprised glances but eventually shrugged. "Alright, man, do your thing. Just don't forget who you are."

Haechan smirked and turned his attention back to Y/n. "I won't, as long as I have you by my side."

Their budding romance faced its fair share of challenges, especially given Haechan's reputation and possessive nature. However, Y/n's unwavering support and love helped him overcome his past and strive to be a better person.

One day, as they strolled through the school garden hand in hand, Haechan paused and looked into Y/n's eyes. "You know, I've been thinking about something."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

Haechan took a deep breath. "How about we go visit our old childhood neighborhood? It's been a while since I've seen our old house."

Y/n smiled, touched by the idea. "I'd love that, Haechan."

Their journey back to their childhood neighbourhood marked yet another step in their relationship, a step towards reconciling with their past and building a future together. With Y/n by his side, Haechan had found his way back to the person he used to be, and together, they faced whatever challenges came their way, their love only growing stronger with each passing day.

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ljxlj48 · 8 months

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My Duty As Princess

Chapter 07

Lee Jeno x fem reader

in collaboration with @urlocaltrash28

preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, epilogue

Genre: arranged marriage au! royalty au!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 5K+

Author's Note: I'm not back guys, honestly. To give a little update, I stopped writing because it stopped being fun. I only wanted to do this, if it continued to be fun and after a while it stopped being fun. Right now, I'm in such a better place that writing is starting to be fun again, but there's no telling if I'm actually going to continue to put out content. Thinking of something to write, is actually a lot of work lmaooo. I will say that, I will never delete any of the content I have out. This page and all the stories will be here for whenever you guys want to enjoy them. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3

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When the Princess and I returned to the palace, night had already fallen. We tried to quietly usher our way to my chambers, after entering did we notice a parade of people awaiting for us. Father sat at my desk chair, Mother and Taeyong stood behind him. Mark, Haechan, and Jaemin sat on the couch, the three of them looked to be making themselves comfortable. Grandma Lee and Grandmother Na sat on the two chairs that were on one side of the room. There was more standing around, I spotted Chan, Hyunjin, Johnny was with them huddled in one corner, Lord Park stood lonely in another part of the room, Fei and Mei were in front of my bedroom doors. Lord Na and Lady Na were also here, the two of them stayed near Grandmother Na.

“My boy,” Father said when he saw me enter the room.

“What is the meaning of this?” I asked, looking around the room, full of people.

“Now my son,” Mother started off making her way towards me, I took a step back when she came near, it felt like I couldn’t trust any of them.

“Lord Park has asked to speak with the Princess,” Taeyong said, his tone was all business, Taeyong was never the type to sugar coat things. Lord Park stepped forward at the mention of his name.

“I would like to formally apologize to your royal highness,” He got down on one knee, lowering his head, arm over his heart, “for the actions of my children.” I reached down for the princess’ hand, which she easily took. “I did not know of their plans or their intentions.”

“Then why apologize?” The princess asked, her tone matching the one she used on me when she was angry. She stood tall in front of the kneeling Lord.

“Excuse me, your highness?” Lord park looked up at the princess, as did the rest of the room.

“Why apologize for actions that you did not know about, and actions you could not have prevented. Quite frankly, it feels like you're apologizing because you know it would save face, not because you really want to. Don’t be ashamed, Lord Park, you would marvel at my death, the prince could go back to your daughter and you could have royal status after their wedding. You are not sorry about the actions of your children, you are sorry they did not succeed, and you are apologizing to me because you need to save face. Make yourself look like an innocent bystander in order to remain in power.” The princess paused, taking a deep breath, then she spoke again, “Lord Park, I do not despise you. To be fair, I do not have room in my heart, nor time in my day, nor space in my mind to hate you, but I do feel absolute pity for you. Pure pity, for your son has committed treason against two kingdoms in a single night, and I do not know how your image will recover from such actions. I do, however, trust that you will not take any more violent actions against me again, considering, should your family fail again, you could be faced with much more dire consequences.”

“Of course, your highness, I can assure you no harm will come to you from my family ever again,” Lord Park looked down again, red rising to his ears. I wanted to laugh, everything the princess said was the truth, that wasn’t meant to be spoken.

“Is this all you had for us?” I asked my father. My tone, coming off more rude than I initially intended, I directed my gaze to my father, it felt as if he was a stranger ready to disrupt any little happiness I had with the Princess.

Father opened his mouth to speak, but Taeyong beat him to it, “Hansol took a plea deal, he’ll get 25 years in prison for attempted murder,”

“I want to see him,” the princess cut off Taeyong before he could continue on. The attention of the room back on the princess, Taeyong's face was clear that he was not gonna let that happen, watching his reactions allowed me to remain calm. “General, will you please let me see him,” the princess let go of my hand, she stepped closer towards my brother, “I need to see the man that nearly killed me.”

Taeyong’s face shifted, like he understood her request, he nodded. “No,” my mouth opened to speak before my brain could form a reason, but I know she can’t see him, “no, you’re not stepping a foot anywhere near that man,” I felt tempted to shove Taeyong’s head through the glass balcony door, for even considering agreeing to the princess’ request.

“Jeno,” the Princess spoke, her voice soft.

“No,” I know my voice came out too rude, she flinched, and I saw the minute fear flash before her, this isn’t what I wanted. I took a breath before speaking again, “(y/n), no.”

“Jeno,” Taeyong’s tone, I knew where this was going, his tone was the same one as when he scolded me for punching Haechan, after he stole my car for a joyride. To be fair, I was aiming for the wall, Haechan just got in the way. “This is the princess’ decision,” he took a breath, almost like he feared to say more, “you don’t have reason to prevent her from seeing him, should she choose too.”

I let out a breath, turning my attention back to the princess, “you’re not going alone.” She smiled and nodded, I felt like I couldn’t breathe for a second there.

“The news of the attack has been kept within the palace walls, but the people will notice something is wrong, especially with the wedding approaching so fast, there’s more eyes on the two of you than normal.” Taeyong continued on and looked at me.

“We think the Princess should make a charity appearance at the ladies luncheon for the war relief programs. It would do good if the Princess attended, she can show the people that she is willing to help Northcy war victims as well.” Grandma Lee spoke, she was standing up from her chair, she looked at me. They were all asking the princess of things, but they looked to me, as if I was the princess.

“(y/n), if you’re not ready, you don’t need to come,” Lady Na, I should say Aunt Jennie, spoke, she made her way towards the princess, taking the princess’ free hand in her own. Her eyes only met the princess’, I looked at the princess too. The princess was looking back at me, is that why everyone was looking at me, because so was the princess? I squeezed her hand and nodded.

“I shall be there,” she let out a breath, looking to the room, “Queen Hye-young is right, it’ll be good to make an appearance.” Her hand started to shake, she wanted to do this, needed to do this, but it didn’t mean she didn't fear it.

“Leave, all of you,” I wanted to relax, we needed to relax, to forget this just for a moment longer, “just leave.” I pulled the princess towards my bedroom, they started to file out of my room. A few strayed, I stopped right in front of my door, watching them leave. I let the princess into the bedroom. Mark was at the chamber door, Jaemin and Haechan on his side. Chan, Hyunjin, Fei and Mei stayed behind as well. “Why don’t you guys stay, I’ll be back out in a minute.”

I entered the bedroom, seeing the princess sitting on the bed, typing on her phone. “Princess,” I reached out to pull at the princess, “there's people outside for us.”

“More people?” She questioned, looking tired.

“Friends.” We both walked back into the seating area, seeing our friends standing and sitting around. “Just relax,” I whispered in the princess’ ear.

We sat there, and talked, and exchanged stories, and laughed, and relaxed. I looked at the princess, she was smiling, laughing, and relaxing. There were so many bad things that had happened. I just wanted her to calm down, I wanted her to feel safe.

“Don’t forget the time Jeno almost got the princess to leave Northcy,” Jaemin laughed out, grabbing my attention. I tried to signal him to shut up, but obviously he didn’t notice me. There was a silence that fell over the room.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” the princess questioned exchanging looks with Chan.

“He didn’t…” Jaemin looked at me wide eyed, “I’m sorry, I misspoke.”

“No I don’t think you did,” the Princess said, giving me a look.

“Look, I am so so sorry, I was being selfish,” I’m scrambling for words, anything to make this better, pleading she's not too angry with me, “I wasn’t thinking straight, I just wanted out of this marriage. You know how it was…” The Princess was looking at me with a smirk, as she began to laugh.

“Jeno, calm down, I’m not mad,” she spoke, still giggling away. I must’ve looked like a madman.

“You’re not?” Why isn't she mad, I would be mad, she should be furious with me, she has every right to be.

“No, I probably would’ve done something similar if I was in your position, but now I owe Chan 5 mons,” she laughed more, shaking her head.

“What?” I looked at Chan and he just smiled at me.

“When we got back to the palace, after leaving the airport, Chan made the joke that he bet this was the prince’s idea to get out of the union, I said you’re on.” I don’t know if I should be relieved or worried, “your highness, I should, and would be angry with you, heavens know you deserve it” she took a deep breath, “but having nearly died," she paused, it looked as if her eyes became glossy for a second, blinking away any tears she continued on, "I don’t want to waste time being angry with you” She smiled at me, her eyes were caring, filled with something. We stared at each other for a moment, a time stopping moment. I stared at her, I could hear the breath she let out, the calm beat of her heart, the flutter of her eyelashes, I never felt more captivated by another person.

The rest of the evening went on, I don’t think I ever took my eyes off the princess. I wanted to memorize every word, breath, tick she let fall past her lips. I can’t recall a single thing that Jaemin, Mark, or Haechan said that night, but I could tell you that the princess covers her mouth with the back of her hand whenever she's about to laugh too hard. Or that she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's being teased, or that she raises her ears when her name is mentioned, or that she sticks out her tongue, licking her bottom lip when she has something to say. It seemed as if the princess had me under a spell where I could only pay attention to her. I must say I don’t mind being spellbound to her.

The next morning , when you awoke the sunlight was peering into the room. You opened your eyes, and for an eighth of a second you forgot the events of the past two days, until you felt the arm draped over your waist. Sleeping in the same bed as Jeno the past two nights has been more comforting than you could’ve imagined. You slid out from Jeno’s embrace, grabbing your phone from the nightstand, and you called your mom. You haven’t spoken to her since last week, the last thing she knew was that you and Jeno were getting along nicely, and you didn’t think this marriage was gonna be that bad.

You wore another pair of Jeno’s sweats and an old shirt, his old clothes being more comfortable than any couture pajama sets you had. You slipped on one of his hoodies, exiting the bedroom, to call your mom. As the phone rang, you sat on the couch, staring out the glass balcony doors, watching the snow, the kingdom has been covered for nearly a week now. The palace being in the mountains, the snow was always falling, never melting, you were finally getting adjusted to the cold, but still always wearing long pants and long sleeve tops.

When your mom finally answered the phone, the sound of her voice moved you to tears. You weren’t the closest to your mom, but after your sisters died, you two became more dependent on each other. You were her only child left, and she was the only one that could tell you more about your siblings. You explained everything that has happened since you last talked to her. Not a single detail escaping your retelling. Your mother listened attentively, asking questions far too often for the average storyteller. By the time you finished, she was almost convinced that she needed to hop on a jet to come up there and save you. You laughed, telling her that you’re starting to feel better. You’re ready to move on past the whole event, you need something new to focus on. Your mother reminding you that a wedding should be a good distraction, especially considering her and your father are to be arriving in exactly one week.

“I should just come up there now, say I’m there to help you prepare for the wedding,” your mother stated from the other side of the line.

“Mother,” you laughed out, “I will be okay for another week without you or daddy. Not to mention Queen Jaeyeon really took care of everything for the wedding, all I really need to do is show up.”

There was a knock at the chamber doors that took half your attention, “are you sure there’s everything you wanted?” Mother questioned you, you opened the chamber doors to see Mei and Fei on the other side.

Moving out of the way to allow them to enter, “in all honesty mother, I don’t know if there’s gonna be anything I like or want.”

“What do you mean? You had a say, right?” Your mother questioned from the other side.

“I did mother,” you placed one hand over the mic, now looking at Mei and Fei, “what are you guys doing here?” Lifting your hand from the mic, “but I didn’t really use my say,” you spoke to your mother.

“You have a final dress fitting this morning,” Mei responded back gently.

“Why didn’t you use your say?” Mother barked into your ear at the same time.

You nodded at Mei, “Mother I was too busy trying to find a way out of my wedding to focus on making decisions for it,” covering the mic again, “I need you guys to go to my chambers and find me something more appropriate to wear,” you say, this time speaking to Mei and Fei.

“Why can’t we use the clothes you have here?” Fei asked, making her way to the bedroom, your mother scoffing in your ear at the same time.

“Well did you get your surprise yet?” Your mother questioned you, you were signaling at Mei to get her sister.

Covering the mic still, “Fei, No, the prince is still asleep,” Fei stopped the door slightly ajar. Quietly closing the door, again, Fei turned around bowing in apology to you. “What surprise, mother?” you question your mother on the line.

“We’ll find you something,” Mei whispered, dragging Fei out of the chambers behind her.

“Oh,” was all your mother said before rushing to end the call. You looked at the phone, seeing the line going dead. You sighed, but truly feeling better that you talked to her about everything that had happened.

The bedroom doors open up to Jeno standing on the other side, “good morning,” you speak up gently. He smiled a soft gummy smile at you, causing a fit of giggles to come up. Coming up to you, holding you into his embrace.

“Good morning,” his voice the exact opposite of his smile. He was still tired, you could hear it in his voice.

“I spoke to my mother this morning, she asked if I got my surprise yet,” Jeno threw his head back and groaned, you couldn't help but giggle a little, “what’s my surprise?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be this morning?” Jeno let go of you walking away.

“You’re not answering my question,” you watched Jeno’s back, as he pulled off the shirt he was wearing, making his way into the closet. You never quite took notice on how physically fit Jeno was until this moment.

“You didn’t answer mine,” Jeno responded back, still in the closet, you sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him, to walk back out

“I asked first,” you and Jeno moved about each other as if this was how the two of you have been living for a lifetime. Something so routine, you could only hope this is exactly how life would play out after the wedding.

“You’ll see your surprise soon enough,” Jeno came out of the closet in a new dress pants, shoving his dress shirt in. The top buttons still undone, as he was zipping up his pants, your eyes raking over his body, pulling your lip in between your teeth. “Princess,” Jeno said, grabbing your attention, his face having a knowing look. He came up to you, pulling at your chin forcing you to look at him, but the top few buttons of his shirt remained undone.

“Let me help you,” you said softly, pulling your face out of his grasp, you stood from the bed, now doing the buttons for him. You could feel him watching your fingers move, slightly brushing against him, you were overly focused on doing the buttons. Jeno cleared his throat grabbing your attention, you stepped back, the blush dancing across your cheeks. “What is your schedule like today?” you asked, turning back around to walk into the bathroom, stopping yourself from helping anymore.

“I have a meeting with Taeyong and Father this morning about the Parks, then after that I have a council meeting to attend. The acts of Jisung are considered treason, they need to be brought to the entire council's attention,” Jeno followed after you into the bathroom, no wonder he was dressed so formally you thought.

“What's going to happen to him?” You looked at Jeno through the vanity mirror. You could see Jeno adjusting a tie around his neck in the mirror.

“Currently there’s a formal investigation conducted by the palace guard unit, from there he will be taken to court before the council, privately because of his family’s power. His crimes being of a higher regrade, Father will carry out sentencing personally. You will be asked to make a statement.” You felt your breath hitch, you didn’t like this. You just wanted this nightmare to disappear already. Jeno fixed his watch on his wrist, checking the time, “I’ve got to go princess,” Jeno came up beside you kissing you on the cheek, you leaned into his touch. The act felt routine, but foreign at the same time. Jeno pulled on a vest, buttoning it, before grabbing his jacket, “I’ll see you tonight at dinner,” it looked like he wanted to say more but opted not to. You nodded watching him leave, from your position in front of the vanity mirror.

You sat there for a minute just examining your neck, the bruises were in full bloom, you began to cover them up, trying to erase any memory of them. There was a knock on the door signaling that Fei and Mei were back. You just shouted for them to come in. The two of them bringing you a more than appropriate outfit, they stayed with you escorting you to everything through the day.

“I’ll see you tonight at dinner,” ‘I love you,’ I should say it, I’m going to say, I have to say it. I don't say it, opting to just leave instead. I made my way to my father's private drawing room. What I didn’t tell the princess was that the investigation is over, sentencing will be tomorrow. The question is not about who did the crime, but more of who aided and abetted the crime.

When I entered the room, Father and Taeyong were already talking amongst themselves, I sat down across from Taeyong. The two of them exchanged a look, “we showed Jisung the video footage of the Jisoo when she was talking to Johnny and when she was talking to Mark, he,” Taeyong paused giving father a glance, to which father just nodded, “he confessed to Jisoo being the one behind the plan, and he just hired the attacker, however he refuses to put it on paper. He’s refusing to turn against her, both of them will be brought forward in trial. However, there isn't any hard evidence against her, everything at the moment is circumstantial. It will be difficult for the council to unanimously agree to convict.”

“Majority of the council is aware there is something going on through the whispers of everyone but the official ruling will be held tomorrow, the princess will be expected to give a statement.” Father spoke, I internally groaned at the thought.

“I assume the princess’ own maids have been keeping her informed of everything that has been discussed by everyone, but you will still need to go over everything with her. She can not be surprised by anything that is said tomorrow.” Taeyong said, looking at me, I could tell that he cared, he always did what he could to protect those around him. “Jeno, we’re trusting you to go over the evidence with her, emotionless. The council is prepared to rip her story apart piece by piece. If you can’t make sure she’s prepared, let us know now.”

“I will go over everything with her, she knows she will be asked to make a statement,” I let out, I would do anything to go back to yesterday when I didn’t have to deal with this. I would much rather deal with that priest than having to walk the princess through the steps of a trial.

“We have to go through everything front and back, we need to make sure that we cannot allow the council to misinterpret anything,” I nodded my head, Taeyong pulled out the files, the three of us going through every piece of information.

You stood in the middle of a room that was turned into a salon. There was a panel of mirrors, and a platform, like one would use for dress shopping. There was a section divider for one to change, as well as a seating area, you looked around the room. There was no one here except you, Fei and Mei.

Suddenly the doors opened to reveal Queen Jaeyeon, Grandma Lee, Grandmother Na, and a team of people just swarming in. You felt the energy leave your body, the swarm of people filling you with exhaustion, you exchanged a look with Fei. Fei just shrugged and shook her head.

“My daughter,” Queen Jaeyeon called out, you still cringed at the nickname. She pulled you into an embrace, she was so much smaller than her son, but the embrace held so many similarities. You had been away from him for less than a quarter of the day but you longed for him and his calming presence. “Are you ready to try on your dress?”

“I am,” you answered. Queen Jaeyeon had insisted you wear her wedding dress, there were certain design changes made to try to replicate your perfect dress, but it just wasn’t it.

Queen Jaeyeon signaled to someone, they brought forward a box. The person, the seamstress, showed you the contents of the box, it didn’t look like Queen Jaeyeon’s dress at all. The seamstress and two other girls pulled the dress out, it was your mother’s dress. The sight bringing tears to your eyes, never in a million years did you think that your mothers dress was your dream dress. However now, seeing it before you, you couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

“What a beautiful dress, but that’s not Jaeyon's I thought she was gonna wear yours Jaeyeon?” Grandmother Na said examining the dress, neither her or Grandma Lee attended your earlier dress fittings.

“She was, but Jeno had another idea,” Queen Jaeyeon answered, looking at you, gauging your reaction. She was initially resistant to the idea of you not wearing her dress, however Jeno already made the arrangements before informing her. Now watching you almost being brought to tears by the sight, she knew Jeno made the right call.

“This was Prince Jeno’s idea?” This is what your mother was talking about, your surprise.

“He said that it was unfair to you. You were forced to have a wedding in a foreign place, surrounded by foreign people, so to offer some semblance of a wedding you would have liked, he got your mother to send her own dress.” Queen Jaeyeon looked at you like one would to their own daughter, and you so much longed for your own mother, you opened your mouth to ask ‘how.’ “He made the called about a month ago, finding it, sending it to the seamstress to be altered, and some details were added based on what you said, it arrived just a little while ago, in time for the last fitting,” Queen Jaeyeon answered all your questions, and you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

“Thank you,” you bowed lowly to Queen Jaeyeon, you felt so much gratitude, it overwhelmed you.

You changed into the dress, standing on the platform looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt like a bride. The compliments flowing from everyone were endless, you glanced at Fei and Mei, both of whom nodded in approval, but it didn’t calm your nerves nearly as much as you thought. Everything was perfect in every way, but it still didn’t feel right, you needed something else, something more. “Fei, Mei,” you whispered to call their attention, the two of them ushered over to you, “I want everyone to leave, and I want Chan, please.” The two nodded their heads and made quick work of it. Before you even turned back around, everyone was leaving, you don’t know what lie Fei said to get them to leave but you were thankful, and Met set off to get Chan.

You waited a mere 10 minutes before the door opened again, this time, Mei was accompanied by Chan and Hyunjin. The two boys ushered in looking around confused, not entirely understanding the reason for their presence. You smiled at the sight of confusion, it reminded you of times long forgotten.

“Princess,” Hyunjin bowed, and you grimaced, he looked up to you, “(y/n),” he apologized. It was an unspoken thing between you and Hyunjin, he would call you ‘princess,’ if you nodded along, he was your guard, if you flinched, he called you ‘(y/n)’ as an apology and he was your friend. “What’s wrong?” he plopped down onto the couch casually, you enjoyed seeing him relax, it put you at ease to remember he was still a friend.

Chan stood further back than you would like, taking in all of you in that dress. You had no idea how many times Chan imagined you in a wedding dress, he just hoped that when it became a reality he was standing at the end of the aisle, not in a salon. “My princess,” Chan finally let out a breath.

“What do you think?” The question was meant for everyone, but it was directed to Chan. The rest of the group turned to Chan, watching his every move. They held their breath, waiting for either of you to make a move.

Chan took a deep breath, reminding himself you were not his fiancée, “you look absolutely stunning,” he smiled at you fondly.

“Do you really think so?” You turned back around examining yourself in the mirror, it seemed as if every imperfection was circled with a red marker.

“(y/n),” Chan looked at you through the mirror, “it looks amazing on you,” you turned back around facing him, “you are an embodiment of beauty,” Chan took your hand as you stepped down from the platform, pressing against him, “and you look nothing less than perfect in this dress.” There was a moment, you just stared at Chan and he stared back at you. Just a moment, where it was just you and him again, and everything you wanted to say was said. “Prince Jeno is very lucky, and he will think the same as I when he sees you,” Chan said, taking a step back away from you.

Chan’s reassurances made all the previous nerves disappear, almost vanishing into thin air. “Thank you,” you pulled Chan in for a hug, that probably lasted longer than it should have. “What do you guys think?” you turned to the rest of your friends, all of them holding big smiles. The outpour of compliments came again and this time, you believed them.

You had Mei bring in Queen Jaeyeon and her team of people, while Fei sent Chan and Hyunjin away. You felt undoubtedly happy about the dress, about the wedding, about your friends, even about Chan. You felt like even without being intimately with him, he was still in your corner, he was still your friend. That reminder puts you at ease more than anything anyone could say.

After measuring some readjustments with the seamstress, you changed out of the dress, and back into your original outfit. Queen Jaeyeon reminded you of this afternoon’s luncheon, which was to be held in the city, at one of the resorts that the Na noble family frequented. You were to ride with Queen Jaeyeon down to the luncheon. She reassured you that even though there was gonna be lots and lots of press, that you weren't required to talk to anyone, all you had to do was show your face. “All you need to do is look happy to be there, that's all we need,” was Queen Jaeyeon’s exact words.

You had exactly an hour, before you had to be back downstairs to ride with Queen Jaeyeon. You made your way to Jeno’s chamber, since the majority of your stuff was there. When you entered you were greeted by Jeno sitting behind his desk, he was writing something down, his eyebrows knitted together in what appeared to be frustration. His fingers pushing in on his temple, he was so deep in thought not even noticing you standing on the other side of the room. You turned to dismiss Fei and Mei, the two understanding seamlessly, your gaze traveling around the room.

Jeno’s jacket was tossed onto the couch, “you know,” Jeno looked up to see who, relaxing further into his seat when he realized it was you, picking up the abandoned jacket, “if you just toss this around, there's going to be wrinkles.” You tried for a stern look but failed desperately as the prince smiled at you.

“My apologies Princess,” Jeno watched you enter the bedroom, pulling a hanger from the closet, hanging his jacket before gently laying it on the couch, ensuring there weren't any unnatural bends. “Did you like your surprise?” He asks with his infamous head tilt and smirk.

“I did very much,” you smiled, remembering, “did you meet with the council already?”

Jeno groaned at your question, “No,” he glanced at his wrist watch, “I have to be downstairs to meet with them in half an hour,” he went back to the papers on his desk, before going back to look at you, “I just came up here you look at some paperwork.” He started to flip a few papers over, not wanting you to see the images of your bedroom, on them.

“I have to leave in an hour to attend the charity luncheon,” you said to change the subject, Jeno nodded along.

“Come, sit with me for a moment,” you looked at Jeno as he pushed away from his desk, turning his chair and patting his thigh. The red that danced across your cheeks became very noticeable. Jeno smirked seeing you become flustered with the suggestion. Nevertheless, you sat, Jeno’s arms sliding around you, finding purchase on his waist, your arms going up around his neck.

The two of you sat there in utter silence just enjoying each other, you felt the urge to kiss the prince. Your gaze shifting between his eyes and lips constantly, you allowed yourself to lean in. Jeno did the same.

“Jeno!” The chamber doors barged open, walking in, Jaemin and Haechan, Mark being nowhere in sight. You jumped, pulling away from the prince, standing up. You willed the blush to settle, as Jeno let out a slight audible groan at the interruption. Jaemin’s mouth made an O-shape, while Haechan’s eyes went wide, “didn’t mean to interrupt.” Jaemin’s expression changed into a knowing smirk, as Haechan hung his head to stifle a laugh.

“Then leave,” Jeno’s face screwed with irritation. You cleared your throat, in a way to reprimanded the prince, “what do you want?” Jeno asked, with a much annoyed look.

Jaemin plopped down onto the couch, rested his feet on the coffee table and whipped his head to look at his cousin, “just wanted to see you.” Jeno’s expression became more irritated, and Jaemin let out a laugh not taking his cousin seriously, he turned more to look at you now, “my apologies if I embarrassed you princess.”

“No apology needed Jaemin,” you smiled at the boy, “If you boys don’t mind I need to get ready for a luncheon.” You looked at Jeno, and he smiled at you, nodding his head. You made your way into the bedroom, closing the doors behind you. After a few seconds you heard the commotion of a fight, but before you went back out it was followed by laughter. You smiled to yourself, your smile growing as you remembered what could've happened.

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Congrats on 1K! Can I have 41 and 53, roommate haechan? Thank you so much

Go Away | Lee Haechan

Part of Tqmies 1K Event!

Room mate au! 41. “I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?” 53. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so...", wc: 1.1k note: thank you so much <3 hope you enjoy it, domestic room mate hyuck?? i cry

6 days, it had been that long since you had broken up with your boyfriend of over two years. And of course, the first few days were okay, which was different from what you expected. You truly thought you'd be downing tubs of ice cream in front of the TV watching sad romance flicks. Like they do in all the cliche movies.

However, your little breakdown didn't come until a few days later. Everything needed time to settle in, and once it did? Oh boy.

Your friends had managed to keep you occupied for the first few days, but you weren't exactly a joy to be around. Not even as they dragged you to the club to remind you how great being single could be. You just couldn't find it in you to enjoy your time out.

Either way, you had returned home to Lee Haechan, your menace of a roommate. And in fact, your current state could all directly be pointed back to him.

It had been a normal Thursday, you returning home to him on the couch, playing one of his stupid games on your shared console.

You were sniffling a bit, frustrated at another cancelled date with your boyfriend. He had been getting far too busy to spend time with the likes of you, and you could feel him slipping away.

You tried not to think about it too much, choosing to hold your sanity. That was until Haechan took note of your form, and asked why you looked like your dog died, whatever that meant.

"He cancelled again, that asshole! I mean, I get that he's busy and all, but so am I! He could've let me know he had a meeting today, is my time not worth as much as his?" You let out, dropping your bag with a loud thud on the floor. "He never communicates with me! Is it that hard to send a text saying you're not going to make it? It must be, because I was waiting there for an hour and a half before he let me know!"

And you storm off to the kitchen, Haechan following diligently behind you. "Maybe he just got really caught up in work." He says meekly, a little afraid of your wrath at the moment, but also feeling bad for you.

You force open the fridge, ignoring Haechans small words. You look around it for a few seconds, brows furrowing as you whip your head back to him. "Where's all the damn alcohol!"

"What?" He says, taken aback as you move to check the bottom cabinets. You move things around, huffing when you can't find a single bottle.

"I know you're here somewhere!" You speak, apparently talking to the alcohol. You even allow yourself a tear to fall, though all you can feel is anger at the moment. Yeah, you've lost it.

"Wait, okay. Instead of drinking, why don't we just talk about it?" He suggests, attempting to divert your attention.

You're not having it though. "Talk? Did he take time to talk to me? No! So I don't think-"

"Woah, woah, slow down." Haechan interrupts. "It sounds like you're angry about more than just today, you seem really upset."

"Well it wasn't just today, he's been doing this so much. We haven't been on a proper date in months." You speak, crossing your arms. Scoffing, you place your hands on the counter. "But God forbid I miss a single phone call of his, and then he's all sulky the rest of the day, and they say I'm the dramatic one!"

"Well maybe it's time to call it quits then."

You blink, staring back at Haechan. "What?"

The thought had truly never crossed your mind, sure you were upset. But enough to break up with your boyfriend? Were things really that bad?

"It doesn't seem like you're benefiting from this relationship, that's all I'm saying." He speaks again, shrugging.

"Relationships aren't about benefiting!" You groan, throwing your hands up.

"I get that, but you don't even seem happy." He retorts, and he meant it. Every time you opened your mouth related to your boyfriend, it was a complaint or angry statement.

And you hated that he was a bit right. "I... I think I'm happy."

"You think? So you're not one hundred percent certain?" He asks, and you hate how hard you're thinking about it.

You were so unhappy.

That revelation led you to where you were at the moment. Bundled up in blankets as you mourned a relationship that you had ended.

And part of you stupidly blames Haechan, but you can barely justify why. All he did was open your eyes to how bad your relationship was.

Though you're still a bit annoyed that he planned the break up seed in your head, and that you had allowed it to bloom into a real course of action. It was definitely for the best, but it still hurt like hell.

So after refusing another forced day out, you were currently wallowing in self pity, watching the latest episode of your comfort show.

Truth be told, you hadn't lifted a finger all day, choosing to remain in bed. And you did that the next day as well, willing yourself to eat small meals Haechan left outside your door.

He didn't want to bother you too much, figuring you were taking this a bit harder than he thought. You seemed fine the other day, but he assumed the reality hit you.

But against all his restraint, he finally willed himself to knock on your door. He calls your name, to which he receives no answer. You're not in the mood for company, can't he just let you rot in your room?

The answer was no. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so..."

You admit, you giggle a little at his mention of your usual chore. But you barely will yourself to shout a little. "Do them yourself."

"I don't think so!" He complains, leaning against your closed door. "Last time I did them you said to never let me again."

You laugh, for the first time in a few days. "That's because you spent the entire time playing with bubbles instead of washing anything."

"Bubbles are cool, you're weird for not playing with them!" He responds, smiling at the little chuckle that leaves your lips.

"Go away." You speak, half-heartedly. "Let me decay in peace."

"No," He says, rolling his eyes. "Can I come in?"

"I haven't bathed in two days."

"That can be arranged, I'll help you wash your hair after." He offers, and you're thankful for it.

"Okay," You speak, wiping the stray tears residing on your face. You will yourself to get out of bed, standing by your door. You can see the shadow of his feet under it, and you grin. "Thank you Haechan."

"Anytime." He says, and you feel your heart flutter a bit at that.

He'd always be here for you, and he'd make sure you knew that.

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sugarjaee · 2 years

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after lee jeno

↳ paring ⇹ nct - lee jeno x reader

↳ genre ⇹ angst | breakup!au

↳ word count ⇹ 4.5k

↳ contains ⇹ sexual tension, heartbreak, painful confessions

↳ summary ⇹ you desperately tried to heal the wound left by his absence, but you kept getting cut open.

The first time you met Jeno, your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. A cheesy remark, but you couldn’t help but believe it to be true. He was the embodiment of perfection, the kind you couldn’t put into words without doing him a disservice.

You had trouble making friends, it had always been that way. A problem Renjun never had, he introduced you to everyone. Making it look so easy. The gathering was small, you followed Renjun through the hall, to the living room where three others sat. Jaemin, Haechan, and Jeno.

He spoke their names, but you weren’t entirely listening, too focused on the boy with black hair. Your mind raced with what you could possibly say to him. What could be cool enough to not completely embarrass yourself. You overthought everything to a degree of self-sabotage.

You were too harsh on yourself, most of the time. Yet, as you stayed through the night, you began to forget about all those nerves and gave into the need to speak to him. To hear his voice speak back to you. It was a storm of mixed feelings you couldn’t explain. You’d never felt anything like it before.

Letting him into the crevices of your mind felt so easy. You wanted to harbor him there, making the thought of him at home within your head.

⭒⭒⭒

“Are you even listening?” Renjun nearly yelled, trying to get your attention.

The party was loud, almost too loud. You wanted to cover your ears to protect yourself from the noise. Music blared at a volume that made it nearly impossible to hear the person speaking next to you.

You shook your head, as if to shake off the headache you felt coming on. A cruel mixture of alcohol and sound. “Sorry, I can’t hear that well.” You apologized to him, you appreciated his company but dreaded your presence at this party. They had never been your scene. And what made it worse, was that you knew Jeno was there. At least you were pretty sure. It didn’t stop you from praying he wasn’t.

You quickly removed yourself from any thought of him. It hurt too much. His name was still an open wound in your chest.

Renjun took a step closer to you, his breath smelled of thick sugar. “I was asking what’s going on with you.” His voice was so loud, in your ear. It was the only way you could hear him. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t want to admit how much you loathed being there. You wanted to go home and curl into a ball, crying over how much you missed– No. “I’m fine,” you said, trying to brush off any insecurity. “Just trying to figure out how many more drinks I can handle.”

“You don’t look like it.” Renjun knew you too well to be convinced by your lie. He also knew you well enough to not push you further. “But if you say so.”

He had been there, when everything ended. He rubbed your back, patted your hair, and told you it would all be okay. That was a month ago. Things still weren’t okay. You still felt angry when you thought of Jeno, heard his name, or saw his friends.

You wanted to push any memory of him out, but you were too much of a coward to let them go.

You leaned against the wall, finding comfort in knowing Jeno couldn’t creep up on you. You’d see him coming, if he dared (not that he’d bother). It would give you time to run away, like a coward. You felt so foolish.

In your head, you were confident. You came here with a brave face, untouched by what happened. You didn’t even think about him, not anymore.

In reality, you never stopped thinking about him. Your mind was corrupted by him in every possible way.

⭒⭒⭒

You laid in his arms, half asleep, head resting on his bare chest. His skin was hot, the contact of you against him, made him burn. You loved the sensation. You loved him. More than anything in the world.

“Please, don’t fall asleep on me now,” he whispered. His deep voice made you shutter, it was melodic. A perfect song, made just for you.

“I’m not, I promise,” you cooed, nuzzling your face deeper into his chest. Trying to hide the way your eyelids had fallen shut, unable to handle the weight forces upon them.

He laughed, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You’re such a horrible liar.” He was gentle, each movement like a lullaby.

“Only to you.” You pushed yourself closer to him, his body head like a blanket. Skin melted into skin, like wax. It was as though you were made for each other, you were a candle lit by his flame.

“Hey,” he mumbled, tucking his fingers under your chin to reveal his face to you.

You got lost in his eyes– dark brown pools of emotion. They looked into yours with everything he could ever possibly say. “Yes?”

He kissed you and you felt weightless under his lips. You wished he’d never stop. His kiss was warm and filled with such an intense sense of love you became dazed by it all. You moved yourself closer and closer to him, until there was no space left between your bodies.

It left nothing to be hidden– nothing to be lost in the confusion of first love. You had never loved anyone the way you did him. He was everything you ever could have asked for in another. Perfectly combined into your ideal match.

You could never bare to lose him.

⭒⭒⭒

You downed the rest of your drink, needing the distraction of drunkenness to survive the rest of the night. You had succeeded so far, starting to have trouble standing straight.

“I don’t think he’s here, if that’s what you’re thinking about,” Renjun said with an unsteady assurance.

You wanted to believe him, but you knew better. Jeno made a point of always being the life of the party. He would never miss an opportunity to get drunk with friends.

You once shared those friends. They were now strangers you tried to avoid on campus. They pitied you. At first when you happened to run into them, all they could offer was a quiet ‘sorry’. You hated it, you didn’t want their apologies. The only person needing to apologize was the one who refused to. It felt so unfair.

“It’s a nice thought,” you replied. Your voice came off much more harsh than you intended. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean–”

Renjun patted a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay… let’s just have fun.”

You looked at him, forcing a smile. “I think I need more to drink, then.” The alcohol in your system had made you slightly more playful.

He seemed pleased with your willingness to participate in the party, rushing off to get more drinks.

You were left alone, glued to the wall. It was your shield from everything– everyone you desperately wished to avoid.

⭒⭒⭒

“I don’t understand,” you stuttered, unable to comprehend what he just said. You felt a pain buried deep within your throat. Your refusal to cry harming you.

For the past couple months, he grew distant. Never making an effort to see you, in the times he did, he’d be quiet. His mind was always somewhere else.

You should have known better than to think it wasn’t going to end this way. You had convinced yourself it was nothing, he’d be back to himself soon enough. You tried talking to him, but he’d brush you off. It cut you so badly, every time he did. You felt helpless to help him.

He was pushing you away and there you were trying desperately to hold onto him. To hold onto the relationship he was ending.

He shook his head, his eyes darted to the floor. You wanted to call him a coward. To say such a thing and not even be able to look you in the eyes. “I just— This is a lot for me. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

You were angry, so angry you wanted nothing more than to scream. You wanted everyone to know how he was hurting you. Cutting you so deeply, you’d never heal. “How long?” You spat, speaking through your teeth in a pathetic attempt to control your rage. “How long have you been at this conclusion?”

He was taken aback, he hadn’t expected your outburst. It made you more angry. Did he just expect you to take this and move on? “I– don’t know. Not long.”

“Then why now?” A fire burned deeply within you, waiting to be released and turn everything to ash.

His expression told you everything you needed to know. His eyes were filled with guilt. His perfect brown eyes that you read so easily. They looked into yours with everything he could ever possibly say. He didn’t want you anymore.

So easily, he broke you.

Without another word, you left. You couldn’t handle the weight of realization that the person you felt you were made for no longer wanted you. How sickening a thought that had now become your reality.

⭒⭒⭒

“Here you go,” Renjun said, breaking your train of thought. He handed you a red solo cup of some mystery mix. It was a light shade of blue with a gummy that had sunk to the bottom.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said solemnly. You looked at him to continue after a long moment of silence. “Jaemin started talking to me… asking me about you. How you’re doing and shit like that.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

Your body instantly went cold. Jaemin was there. Meaning Jeno was too. They never went to parties without each other. Sickness grew within you, turning your stomach to jello.

“We can go, if you want,” Renjun offered. You appreciated his effort to protect you. But a part of you knew, you had to deal with this at some point. You couldn’t hide forever. As much as you wanted to.

“It’s okay,” you offered him a smile, “I’ll be okay.” You felt sickened by the lie, but said it nonetheless.

Renjun grinned, taking your hand and squeezing it once before letting go. “I’m proud of you.”

Before you could enjoy your sudden burst of bravery, a voice rang through your ears. You would like to imagine the voice as some villainous gremlins, but it was far from it.

“There you are?!” Jaemin called from across the room, so loudly everyone could hear. Most didn’t bother to look, too lost in the party to concern themselves with someone else. He walked towards you, his smile lighting up his face. “It’s been so long.”

That was a lie, he saw you a week prior. One quick glance in the art building hallway before darting his eyes away. His face turned white as if he saw a ghost. You felt like one most of the time.

But now, his smile beamed. He pulled you into a hug, too drunk to realize the implications. Your strained relationship prevented such an interaction under normal circumstances. But Jaemin’s drunk self hadn’t thought much about that. Maybe he just didn’t care.

“Hi, Jaemin,” you forced out, not hugging him back. Not quite drunk enough to allow yourself to go along with it.

He let you go, looking over your attire. “You look lovely.”

Renjun stayed awkwardly silent. He liked Jaemin, but they were never close enough that in the aftermath of Jeno, he’d willingly interact with him. But he always remained friendly. Renjun had an easy time making friends with anyone. He was the one that got invited to all the parties now. No one really cared to talk to you anymore, not that you gave them a reason to.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to hold onto a tiny shred of confidence. “But you’re very drunk.”

Jaemin ran his hands through his light brown hair, pulling it away from his forehead. “Me? Phft nooooo.” His words dragged on in the exact way an extremely intoxicated person spoke. “I’m just enjoying the experience. I’m having a great time, are you?”

“Sure are!” The obvious nature of your sarcasm was painful, but Jaemin didn’t notice. You weren’t sure what he was getting at. The surface level intimacy of your conversation left little to respond to. You wanted it to end, spending time with Jaemin was a ticking bomb, waiting to explore when Jeno finally appared to find him.

Jaemin stumbled, having trouble standing in his drunken state. Instinctively you reached to catch him before he hit the floor. He held onto your arms like a lifeline. “He misses you, you know? He talks about you all the time. It's a bit annoying, actually.”

He. Misses. You.

Once Jaemin said the words they were all you could think about. They strung, opening a wound you had tried to bandage up. You were now left bleeding.

You got Jaemin back on his feet, unable to withstand pretending anymore. Your confidence was gone, shot to the ground. You needed to leave, you need fresh air. Away from it all. Away from any remnants of what you once had with Jeno.

It was so unfair. He wasn’t allowed to miss you. Not when he ended it. He didn’t want you anymore, tossing you aside like a stray dog. A million memories flood back to you, of all the times he once whispered “I love you” into your ear. How they were all rendered meaningless the second he ended it.

You blocked out any sound, the music faded, voices nothing but hushed whispers. You wanted silence, and you were going to get it. You stumbled through crowds of people, not caring if you were bumping into them. Nothing mattered. Your eyes stayed locked to the floor, the fear of catching the gaze of any of his friends made your skin turn black.

His name played on repeat in your mind: Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.

He misses you.

The house was a maze, your desperation to leave being hindered by your inability to find a way out. Why was this happening? Why did you allow this to happen? Why would you even come here?

You hated yourself.

Then a voice called your name. The voice of an angel, sent to save you from your torment. It was clear, high above the noise of the party. A voice made just for you.

Jeno.

When you looked up, you were met with his figure. He stood before you. You hadn’t seen him since that day, yet he looked the same. His brown eyes looked deep within you. They read you so easily, you could never hide anything from him. You wished he didn’t have that power over you. You hated that he still did.

You nearly crumbled under the weight of his gaze, wanting nothing more than to be freed from it. But you couldn’t move. Your body locked in place, an invisible cage holding you there. Betrayed.

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” he said, softly. It was as if the last month never happened. He stepped towards you. He was wearing a light blue hoodie, one he bought when you were together. You remembered because you picked it out for him. It felt cruel for him to wear it now, but you knew better than to believe pettiness like that mattered. “I mean, I hoped you would be.”

You glanced at his hand, holding a can of beer. You wondered if it was his first, but based on Jaemin’s drunkenness it was most likely a much higher number. You couldn’t speak, a million words rushed into your head, but you wouldn’t dare speak them. Your nerves wouldn’t let you.

He noticed your silence, but didn’t let it phase him. “The exit is just over here, we can go somewhere quieter. This really isn’t the place for what I want to say.”

As if drawn to him like a magnet, you followed as he led you out the front door. There weren’t many people outside. A few strays that sat lazily on the lawn. You felt lost in the proximity to Jeno. His perfection tainting your mind into believing you were fine.

The cool spring breeze rushed against your hot cheeks, cooling you enough that your mind wasn’t as foggy. “Jeno,” you finally breathed. There was a crippling weakness in your voice, you had no power against him.

“Yeah?” He answered so simply you almost believed he was an angel afterall.

“What are you doing?” Dazed, you fought to be free.

“Talking to you.”

“But— why?”

He pulled at his black hair, something he did when flustered. You wondered how he possibly could be nervous. He held all the power between you. “I have a lot I want to say. A lot I need you to hear. You’ve been avoiding me.”

You looked at his beer can. “Are you drunk?”

He laughed. Before, you wished to bottle the sound of his laughter. To keep it with you, always. “Are you?”

You supposed you were, to some degree. Being around him wasn’t helping, you were becoming drunk off his presence. “No.”

He looked over at you carefully. “You’ve always been a bad lair.”

“Only to you.” You didn’t mean to say it aloud. But when you did your tone made it come out far more sensually than you’d ever intend. Though, if you had what you intended for the night, you wouldn’t be talking to Jeno in the first place.

“I think you might be right about that,” he said, nonchalantly, seemingly not noticing the flirtation in your voice. You were pleased about that. “This way.”

He led you through the lawn, to the road, where countless cars were parked. He was easy to spot, he drove a black Range Rover. Hardly subtle. When you were together, the passenger seat had become your place of comfort. Jeno would drive aimlessly as you listened to music and sang along , while only knowing half the words. When he’d come to a stop, he’d kiss you until your lips were sore.

You pushed the thought away. The idea of kissing Jeno again was not in the realm of possibility. It was unfair to torture yourself with it.

As if to prove himself to be a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for you. Mindlessly, you got in, trapping yourself in whatever he had planned. A second later, he got in the drivers side, shutting the door and blocking out any trace of the party’s music.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” you answered, unsure of where he was going with this little foray.

“You’re very hard to get a hold of.” Your mind flashed to the dozens of missed calls from him throughout the past month. You never answered, you never cared for what he had to say. You refused him the satisfaction of knowing he hurt you.

“I try to be.”

“You’re good at it. I don’t think you have to try too hard.” He wasn’t looking at you, as he spoke. His eyes stayed locked on the parked car in front of him.

You wondered if it pained him to look at you. The same way it nearly destroyed you to look upon him now.

“You never let me fully explain, that night,” he broke the painful silence he, himself, created.

“You didn’t need to.” You were short with your answers, feeling hostile to his attempt at peace.

He let out a breathy sigh, letting his head fall to the steering wheel. “See? That’s the problem. You always just assume the worst in everything. It’s so frustrating, sometimes.”

You didn’t want to argue with him. But your first reaction was to. “Well, there wasn’t much good in a breakup. Is there? I didn’t feel the need to stick around.”

His eyes suddenly shot in your direction. They were filled with pain, the same pain that has consumed you this past month. “Is that what you thought it was?”

“What else could it be? Jeno, I have to believe you think I’m stupid.”

“I never thought that.” He shook his head. “Not for a second.”

“Your actions state otherwise.” You crossed your arms, putting pressure on the pain that brewed in your chest. “What even is your point here?”

He threw his arms up in frustration. “You’re not listening to me. Please, just forget about the past month for a second and listen to me.” He sucked in a heavy breath, waiting for some retort from you. But you couldn’t speak, his sudden burst of authority silencing you. “Thank you. I never wanted to break up, okay? I just needed some time to myself. I felt like I wasn’t giving you the type of relationship you deserved. It was killing me. I felt useless to you.

“You have your entire life together. I fucking don’t. I’m a mess. A mess who didn’t deserve you. It felt selfish to keep you in a relationship I wasn’t giving anything to. It was unfair. I knew that it was unfair but I kept holding onto you. It hit a point where after I’d drop you off, I’d beat myself up knowing that you could be happier with someone else.” His eyes welled up with tears. You’d only seen Jeno cry a couple of times, each time it broke your heart. As it did now.

You wanted to hug him, as you once did. Kiss away his tears, while holding him so tightly, he’d never question your love. Instead, you stayed in your seat, trying to find the right words to say.

He never wanted to lose you. He just didn’t know how to please you. What he didn’t know was that his existence made your entire life feel purposeful. How could he possibly think for a second that he wasn’t enough for you? It felt so pointless, not when you’d give your entire being to him. You would let the entire world dissolve if it meant his happiness.

Knowing that you could be happier with someone else. Those were the words that broke you. Happiness didn’t exist, in your world, without him. The past month has been filled with so much pain and sadness. In his absence, you screamed into your pillow, wishing for a timeline where it was all different. Where you could be sleeping on his chest, not on your tear-soaked mattress.

“Jeno…” You could barely force his name through your lips. The sharp pain in your throat cutting your vocal cords. “If only you talked to me. I could have told you– that I would never be happy with anyone else.”

His gaze melted you like the candle you had once been in his arms. He hung onto every word, letting it fester deeply within him. “I couldn’t– I just couldn’t. I was so defeated. I couldn’t bare to admit my failure to you.”

“Failure? Jeno, that’s not true.” You pulled at your hair, thinking over your next words. “I would have understood. I would have told you what I’m about to, now. You’re not a failure. You're not selfish. You’re not a mess. You gave me the exact relationship I could have ever wished for.”

You realized he wasn’t looking at you. You needed to see his eyes. You needed him to truly hear every word you said. You leaned over, gently touching his wet cheeks, cupping them in your hands. You turned his head to face you, the pain in his eyes crippling you.

“Jeno, I love you. I love you so much. More than I could ever put into words. I want to help you, make you see how perfect you are in my eyes. I want you to know that we can figure this out. So you can prove to yourself that you’re worthy of everything you desire. Please.”

He was biting down on his tongue, not allowing himself to cry more now that you were looking over him. You were crying too, you hadn’t realized until salty tears touched your lips. You once promised yourself you’d never allow him to see you cry over him. But it didn’t matter now, all that mattered was that he was looking at you.

“Please, don’t ever think of yourself as less than that,” you finished. Now knowing he heard everything.

He only nodded, a slow gentle nod that reaffirmed your words. Before he could speak you kissed him, letting your words melt into him. Your wet lips mixed your tears into a warm cascade of kisses.

Jeno’s hands found their way into your hair, brushing his fingers through it as it had once been a habit. Your hands stayed against his cheeks, soaking up the tears until there were none left. You wanted to take all his pain away. You wondered if you had, at least to some degree.

His mouth found rhythm against yours, moving along as if he had never left. The month in which you were parted had quickly faded away, forgotten in only an instant of your lips being together.

You wanted to believe that a kiss could heal it all, but when Jeno slowly pulled away. A movement that seemingly pained him from the heavy breath he released, you knew it couldn’t. There was still so much left unsaid, a complication that needed to be addressed before this could go any further.

Jeno was still suffering, dealing with a lot that grew within himself. Things that, not even, your words could heal. Things he needed to do for himself.

“I love you,” he whispered, only for you to hear. His eyes locked into yours, once again reading you so easily. “I really do.” No other words could have brought you more relief than those.

You sucked in a deep breath, still trying to catch it after kissing him. “I know.”

“I want to make sure… that if we do this. We do it right. I want to be ready to be there for you. I want to give you what I want. Without feeling a constant need for your reassurance.”

You knew what he was trying to say, but you wouldn’t dare interrupt him. “Okay.”

“Give me time. I promise I won’t make you wait too long. I just need to figure myself out. I want to do that before anything else.” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

He didn’t have to beg. He didn’t even have to ask. You only wanted what was best for me– what he wanted for himself. You would give him anything and if that was time, he could have it all. You knew he would come back to you. Soon enough, he’d be yours once more.

In the proper way, where nothing was hidden. No more miscommunication or lost words. Just you and him, in the exact relationship you both wanted.

“I’ll be here, waiting.”

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littlecherryhuanlin · 1 year

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A Tale of a Lonely Heart- Na Jaemin

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Disclaimer: Here is the prequel to "Love at Dawn", first I would like to apologize to those who had to wait so long for this, second this is not what I wanted to be delivering to you, u see I had a completely different story ready in Dec (I wrote on my phone and went directly to my drafts on the computer while reviewing and I was stupid enough to delete the backup since I would post it the next morning), for some reason Tumblr ate my drafts and I ended up losing not only the og version of this but also everything that was there, I'm not proud of this work, but I still hope u guys enjoy it.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Jaemin POV, but also contains the use of bad words, descriptive content, mentions of alcohol, kinda angst, short mention about Jeno's bed, angry behavior, Jaemin crying, fluff if you squint

Jaemin liked to keep his feet on the ground when it came to serious matters, despite the mixed image people had of the boy due to the near-bipolar discrepancy in his personality, everyone agreed that Jaemin was a carefree guy: unable to mind anything that wasn't on his priority list, which led to the belief that he wasn't a big fan of relationships, as his owns rarely lasted more than a few weeks.

What nobody knew, however, was that for him love was a very serious matter; the tales of souls carefully chosen to share the beauty of life with the children of the moon were universal, and having grown up listening closely to all the stories about how the imprint was the most precious thing in a werewolf's life, there was nothing he wanted more than find his mate and settling down, his short relationships being solely derived from the fact that none of the girls on campus were her.

And yet, he was completely taken aback when he saw her for the first time, things around him slowly losing focus as her scent completely overpowered his senses, his thoughts fading away and being replaced exclusively and immediately by her, a strange heat slowly rising through his body consuming every inch of his being, he even thought he would die trapped in the intoxicating sensation that took over his heart, the one that seemed to be on the verge of collapse the closer she got and before he even realized it, he was knocked down by the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life, his imprint.

Say that he had to hold back when she stopped in front of him would be an understatement, he violently fought the urge to get up and wrap his arms around her, which caused him to stare at the ground as Donghyuck introduced her as his best friend, obviously, her existence was no secret to any of them: Haechan spoke of the girl at every opportunity since the beginning of the school year, gradually making everyone extremely curious about the mysterious YN - being the means the boy used to keep her hidden from the group for half a year a secret to everyone.

Jaemin was so out of his mind that Jeno was the one to introduce him quickly, thank goodness the boys were too entertained with her to notice his strange behavior.

Unable to say anything, he just watched discreetly as the girl animatedly chatted with the boys about things he couldn't even understand. He was too busy trying to put himself in order to recognize any sound around him, everything has became a blur and he was no longer lucid, he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid of the situation, he was terrified, trying all the time to calm down before he had a heart attack.

Jaemin was never really able to speak properly to her, not the second or third or any of the times that followed over the next year, little by little he managed to answer back, but for some reason, everything that came out of his mouth sounded like snarling attacks and the more time passed the more "what ifs" occupied the boy's mind as the unfriendly tension between YN and him grew. Slowly the hopes he had upon the relationship with the one he had imprinted on disappeared, and despite the frown that he put on every time he was around the girl the feeling that had taken over him the first time they met never really disappeared.

Although he considered himself a strong guy, there were moments that Jaemin had broken because of her, like the first time she spent the night in the house he shared with Jeno, Haechan and Renjun:

The first time the boys totally lost control around her (which, to Jaemin's dismay, only meant one thing: she was one of them now) and she ended up having to stay the night because everyone was too drunk to do anything, imagine Jaemin's surprise the next morning when he opened his best friend's bedroom door only to find the girl tangled up in his covers while Jeno was passed out on the couch next to her.

Jaemin drove for four hours straight, he realized at that moment that not only Haechan -to say that he had grown to hate his friend a bit would be more than adequate; their closeness disgusted him, Haechan and YN understood each other so deeply that the boy often doubted the veracity of the supposed connection he allegedly has with her- was a threat, but all of them, other than that, he couldn't help but dislike her at that moment not only for showing up in his life but for also stealing his friends.

Even though Jaemin wanted to hate the girl he found himself completely in love with her, so in love that the next time he broke down- so badly- over her was also the first time one of the boys found out who she was to him:

YN had a boyfriend, the news that Haechan shared so excitedly with the group while making fun of YN brought immediate tears to the boy's eyes, his heart squeezed so hard that Jaemin thought he was going to pass out, he was so busy trying to breathe properly that he couldn't he noticed his friends entering the library much less Mark approaching him worriedly. Fortunately, the older boy managed to drag Jaemin to the back of the building and patiently waited while he calmed down, however, the moment Nana noticed the sad and surprised expression on his friend's face he knew that the pieces had fallen into place for Mark and his secret was no longer so secret.

When her relationship finally ended Jaemin found himself having mixed feelings: he was happy that she was single, but hell, he hated to see her sad and was ready to kill whoever made her cry, in the end, Mark had to convince him that broke Hyunjin's face was not a good idea.

At a certain point, Jaemin found himself rooting for the end of any minimal relationship that the girl had with any man outside their circle - it was difficult, but the boy was proud of having reached an agreement on the closeness of YN and the boys: he decided that he would be happy that she had true friends who would always take care of her instead of hating his friends for it - on the other hand, the more time passed, the more he questioned whether the girl's permanence in his life was, in fact, a good thing: at the same time that he loved her, he hated the way his heart always seemed to be torn apart because of her.

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what-if-nct · 8 months

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hi hi hi today's reminder is correct me if I'm wrong but taeil hasn't been on hiatus super long. it's been, what, a couple of months at most? it was a little bit before the concert if i remember correctly. so you're telling me that 127 (well…certain members, but my point stands) have been unemployed for Months, to the point where fans were begging sm to show us taeil, and they decided to shoot the promo material for the new 127 album while they were preparing for/actually performing a whole other concert instead of while they were free??? and made the staff pick/edit/draft the content on what I'm sure was an insane deadline?? like that's nine whole, very distinct, films, that would've taken ages. i don't pretend to be an expert on k pop idol scheduling but surely there's better ways to go about it

anyway. i love that they still included taeil while letting him heal up. the vibe of these have been all over the place tho because why is jaehyun negotiating a deal with a sophisticated mob boss while taeil is straight up being given drugs at a night club? why is jungwoo just playing games while doyoung is contemplating what went wrong in his marriage in front of a pet shop aquarium?

Hiii, yeah it seems like golden age teasers were done over at least the past year as they all traveled during tours and even sent someone to film Winwin during his personal schedules. So to cram 127s in the span of like two or three months was definitely a decision since they all vary quite greatly but perhaps because they're all just in Korea and seemingly the same area that could of helped but how they did it is a mystery to me as well. It was a nice way to include taeil while he's resting. And I so far deciphered two distinct vibes there's the somber, dark film vibe with Johnny, Yuta, Doyoung and Jaehyun then the more light hearted party vibe with Mark, Jungwoo and Taeyong. Haechan fits in with the light hearted part. And Taeil's a mix of the both but because it's an animation I can't quite feel the vibe as well. But it does fit 127s overall energy. And my best guess the theme is overall quite dark and grungy which like watch it be the exact opposite but somehow be about getting a blowjob behind a 7\11. Which Jungwoo, you know where to find me.

Also unrelated but skz VMAs talk once more but I was weary of the reactions to skz watching Megan and Cardi perform. Why? cause I know how kpop fans are. And I didn't care about their reactions but I was prepared to be angry at things that fans said and look at that I was right. And I just wanna say

one, they're grown ass men I highly doubt they haven't seen a Cardi b or Megan music video. We've seen NCT sing Megan, Cardi and Nicki songs. Kpop idols haven't been sheltered from the obscenity of female rappers chill.

Two Changbin and Hyunjin weren't looking away from Megan twerking they were watching Cardi walk over to the other stage. Just like they were watching Megan perform on that same stage for her verse.

Three they weren't fucking traumatized, they're not innocent babies being corrupted by the female body. Someone said the dancers were so sexualized they couldn't watch it. Use sexualized wrong again, I want a kpop fan to use sexualize the wrong way again.

The dancers, Cardi & Megan choose to dress and dance that way it's a choice. Was it my choice for my class to look up my skirt and the teacher not stop it or say a word or for boys to try to throw things in my cleavage when i was 14 was that my choice? No. There's a fucking difference. Not everything sexual is sexualized. Sometimes it's just sexy and that's okay. Women are allowed to express their sexuality. I'm sorry that just triggers something in me.

Anyway all of the negative things I see are definitely slightly if not blatantly anti black, sexist,infantalizing, and I've even seen fatphobia which....why the fuck? God forbid women have fat on their body. This may seem over dramatic but I will never forgive kpop fans for what they did to cupcakke so I am hyper vigilant and the hate kpop fans have toward black women is just so disgusting. But yeah how dare women dress and perform as they wish in an area where your precious innocent 21 to 25 year old men are and clearly there's no way they can enjoy such sexual performances. I wanted to call those fans very mean things but I will say. All fans over the age of 20 and with common sense are cool and I love you and are a good 68% of the fans the rest of y'all, just grow up.

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thefvllsun · 2 years

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haechan

here:

❥ ldh: the panty perv

actual name: beware the panty perv

summary: there’s a mystery at hand! it seems like your panties have been vanishing into thin air whenever you need them most?

angry that your favorite pairs of panties are going missing, you decide to put on your detective hat in hopes of finding the mysterious lingerie bandit.

but between all of the guys that you sleep with— you can’t seem to pinpoint who the culprit could be.

it couldn’t possibly be your absolute geek of a tutor for calculus, right?

nah.

❥ { elevator by nct 127 }

actual name: elevator - l.dh

❥ "he'll bite"

actual name: i'll bite

synopsis: you've had your eye on haechan for a while. who knew a costume frat party would be the time you got to have him.

❥ we love a little friendship

actual name: friends kiss friends;; ldh

summary: In charge of both baking the cake and keeping the birthday boy occupied until the rest of the party arrives, your hands are rather full. Good thing there’s a pair of helping hands itching to be put to good use.

❥ robot luver

actual name: robot lover | lee donghyuck (haechan)

summary: You designed the perfect man – and built him, as a sex robot. But what do you do when Haechan tires of the customers, and falls for you?

❥ alpha’s desire

actual name: an alpha's desire

summary: gathering more information on the soon-to-be owner of seoul’s leading tech companies, should be an easy job, especially for someone like you but when you get your heat at the most unexpected time, things don’t exactly go in your favour. well, almost.

❥ enemies to lovers

actual name: allover lee haechan

summary: haechan drove you mad, so much that when you kissed him everything made sense

❥ ‘make a wish’

actual name: make a wish | l.dh

synopsis: They always say to make a wish and keep it a secret when it comes time for you to blow out the candles on the cake, but as you walk through the door of Donghyuck's bedroom, you realize that he's become the one thing you just can't seem to stop wishing for.

❥ game boy

actual name: game boy

synopsis: he’s so consumed by his own game that you decide to play one of your own.

❥ fantasy trip w/ lhc

actual name: if i lose my mind

synopsis: You’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him.

❥ “wingardium leviosa”

actual name: i will not vanish

❥ french kiss

actual name: oh mr. lee, will you teach me how to french kiss?

synopsis: when you break up with your boyfriend after finding out you don’t know how to french kiss, your best friend offers a rather tempting offer.

❥ “i’m a youtuber.”

actual name: this is the story of how we fell in love, apparently.

synopsis: running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new.

what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.

❥ from home

actual name: home is a feeling | lee donghyuck

summary: Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.

❥ “slow dancing in the dark”

actual name: slow dancing in a burning room - l.dh

description: the past ripples in the present, the currents of history crashing on the shores of the new day. in the halls of a place you’ve never been, you and haechan are caught up in a riptide—your paths always destined to meet, forever entwined and doomed to the same fate. is history really bound to repeat itself no matter how hard you try to change it?

❥ abducting persephone and part ii.

actual name: the abduction of persephone. ldh

synopsis: your sister is about to marry the man of her life, the wedding is in three days and you don’t have a date. Nothing weird, but I forgot to mention that you had told your parents that you were bringing your boyfriend. A boyfriend that you don’t have anymore, because he had suddenly decided you were “too much” for him and didn’t want to make you waste anymore time - one month before the wedding.

You should have been the happiest person on Earth, your sister was about to get married and, since you didn’t want to bring any attention upon your lonely entrance, you had opted for something crazy. Crazy, like hiring Lee Donghyuck to be your fake-boyfriend.

❥ happiness with ldh and part ii.

actual name: all at once, the happiness i knew

❥ free falling and again

actual name: free falling

summary: your friend haechan has been acting kinda weird lately.. does it have anything to do with you? maybe it does, considering he keeps looking at you like you're gonna kill him any second. well, that and he randomly liked a three month old picture of you.

actual name: free falling pt. 2

summary: you and haechan finally meet in person, but the circumstances aren't very ideal. how long can he keep himself together?

❥ becoming part of the mafia w/ ldh

actual name: dangerous alliance

preview: “you wouldn’t shoot me.” he laughs knowingly. upfront arrogant bastard. “how do you know? just because I’m a woman?” she remarks like a wild animal ready to chew him off.

“exactly, you’re a woma-” the voice becomes inaudible when a large bullet was felt piercing the shoulder, gush amount of bleeding. the triggered pulled by a woman, someone he underestimated. he fell quicker than he was shot on his knees, winging in absolute pain. she sighs out dramatically. “don’t think you know everything because if a woman has a motive and the courage to do something, she will do it.”

❥ the summer’s seasons

actual name: seasons in the sun

the minor hiccup?

both of you are sore losers, huge cheaters, have little to no morals, and will do anything to obliterate your competition to emerge victorious. let the games begin.

❥ milf hunter

actual name: milf hunter

summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?

❥ handy man

actual name: ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: our kitchen | lhc

summary: moving in with your boyfriend is a great idea—just don't forget to ask him if he knows how to build furniture (or how to build anything, really).

❥ slide thru - l.hc | ridin’ club

actual name: slide thru - l.hc | ridin’ club

synopsis: Lee Donghyuck, goes by Lee Haechan, is your literal ride or die.

From high school to college, you two are best friends for the long run. While your relationship has always been platonic, there is something about the wind in his brown locks and the thrills drawing donuts in an empty parking lot that causes butterflies to jump down below. Have you always been attracted to him or did he finally grow up to be your type?

❥ proof

actual name: prove it

summary: after years of putting up with Haechan teasing you for being a good girl, you get to prove him wrong at one of his concerts.

❥ zoom shenanigans

actual name: zoom shenanigans - l.dh

summary: you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

❥ NaCl and H₂O

actual name: salt and ice (m)

summary: lee donghyuck was your best friend, but you hated him. well, at least you think you do.

you hate everything that he is, and everything he had become. despite this, you find your friendship actually quite simple with him, never crossing the line of being too complicated. as time starts to grow, and as donghyuck starts to realize he wants to become closer to you, things start to change. and soon enough, you’re stuck on the ‘complicated’ line with him. your dynamic soon becomes like salt and ice.

❥ your scent

actual name: scent : alpha! haechan

synopsis: alpha Haechan finds you, a stray omega having issues with your heat suppressants, and he decides that even if he is one of the younger members in an all alpha pack, and even if he doesn’t want kids,

it’s a fabulous idea to all but take in a cute, fertile, omega who is deep in heat.

❥ uwu

actual name: baby face : frat haechan

synopsis: You and Haechan have been enemies ever since highschool, when debates between you in class would get heated. Now, you’re in a sorority and he’s in your brother frat, NCT House. Trivia nights are supposed to be fun at the campus bar but you and Haechan always take it personally, and your friends see the the sexual tension, even if you and Haechan don’t.

Johnny and Jaehyun concoct plans to force you and Haechan interact, frat boys lie, and even if Haechan gets you on your back,

you’re never going to stop calling him the nickname he hates so much: “baby face”.

❥ calling your name and again

actual name: haechan: the cocky | vol 1

synopsis: on this sunny afternoon, you’re home alone while everyone else is in class... or so you thought. as haechan’s name spills from your lustful mouth, he mindlessly comes in thinking that you’re calling for him. instead, he walks in to see you fingers deep and in need of some assistance, again.

actual name: haechan: the cocky | vol 2

synopsis: after receiving haechan’s text messages, you hurry up to his room and the sexual tension is thicker than you can ever imagine.

❥ 🍍

actual name: pineapple — l.hc l.dh

preview: when paired up with the worst partner in the entirety of the university, this research paper is going to need a lot of work—too bad the topic of interest is sex education. with two geniuses like yourselves, you have two different project ideas, but both of them require you to get a whole lot closer to donghyuck than you’ve ever wanted to be.

❥ cardio

actual name: cardio

summary: haechan doesn’t really frequent the gym often, but he decides to go with johnny just this once. but because you were there, it’s safe to say that he’ll probably be back again.

❥ do good, look good, feel good

actual name: do good, look good, feel good - l.dh

❥ love bites

actual name: love bites

summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat

--even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.

❥ polar opposites

actual name: miscalculated assumptions | l.dh

preview: lee donghyuck is your polar opposite - he’s mouthy and careless and a troublemaker at heart, while you’re the dictionary definition of a goody-two-shoes. therefore, when you’re assigned to tutor him, you’re sure that you’re doomed... unless you’ve made some miscalculated assumptions.

❥ gamer boy

actual name: motivation

❥ stubborn

actual name: CHANGE YOUR MIND YET?

summary: you’re going to kill him. you swear, you’re going to kill him. how did liu yangyang accidentally tell lee donghyuck—your greatest enemy—that you think he’s hot and that you’ve been in a dry spell recently? now you have to avoid the inevitable confrontation, and worst of all, deal with the most stubborn person alive (who ironically thinks that you’re the most stubborn person alive.)

❥ sure thing

actual name: sure thing (l.dh)

❥ pussy fiend and part ii.

actual name: pussy fiend (l.dh)

summary: uhhh he likes you and is a fiend for pussy idk bestie

actual name (2): pussy fiend, part 2 (l.dh)

summary (2): part two baybee!! uhhh he still likes you and is still a fiend for pussy bestie have fun :)

❥ honeymoon

actual name: ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: a kiss on the cheek | lhc

summary: you’ve only been dating haechan for a month now, and you haven’t even considered the chance of your first kiss happening yet. until one of your boyfriend’s friends mentions how much he likes kisses.

❥ hot singles in your area

actual name: hot singles in your area

❥ and they were roommates

actual name: and they were roommates

summary: lee donghyuck’s competitive spirit to find the best girlfriend results with him setting his sights on yoo jimin, the hottest girl on campus. however, trying to get close to her ends up with him being pushed in her roommate’s direction. donghyuck has never considered dating someone as quiet as you, but, for whatever reason, he’s infatuated.

❥ learning experience

actual name: lesson of the day

synopsis: In his twenties and finally getting himself in a committed relationship means the lack of experience. And for being the best step sister you are, you help him get better by teaching him. A twisted way to have him wrapped around your finger.

❥ TRAPPED!

actual name: TRAPPED!

synopsis: you’d grown up with lee donghyuck, him being your older brother mark’s best friend. but this didn’t that mean you automatically liked him, in fact, you felt quite the opposite. as did he. he was everything you hated about a person, he was loud, obnoxious, selfish and quite frankly, really fucking rude. you were absolutely sick of him.

that was until your eighteenth birthday.

❥ blocked

actual name: unblock your heart

❥ sucks to be him

actual name: sucks to be him

summary: You were trying to have a fun night with your friends when a handsome stranger introduced himself as your mate. The problem? You have a boyfriend.

❥ christmas in august

actual name: All I Want ‣ ldh

summary: In which the mix of Christmas music in August and Donghyuck's surge of confidence almost does good for the both of you

❥ camp v.s. camp

actual name: seasons in the sun

summary: camp beaver falls and camp saltwater have had an intense rivalry for more than a few decades, so when a fight breaks out between the two establishments, the respective head counsellors, you and lee donghyuck, decide to hold a championship to once and for all decide who’s the best. the minor hiccup? both of you are sore losers, huge cheaters, have little to no morals, and will do anything to obliterate your competition to emerge victorious.

let the games begin.

❥ fooled around and fell in love

actual name: fooled around and fell in love

summary: donghyuck has really, really, really fucked up this time. when you asked him if he wanted to hook up and take the edge off of preparing for the upcoming recital, he jumped at the offer. but he’s slowly falling in love with you, you’re in his dance department so if it ends ugly, you’re unavoidable—and he may or may not be getting possessive when he sees other men flirting with you.

❥ rule number one

actual name: Again & Again || L.DH

summary: Haechan is needy. So needy that he can’t wait until you get home to play with himself, breaking the number one rule in your book. What was supposed to be a night of innocent quality time ends in Haechan getting milked dry, begging for you to make him come over & over again.

❥ he who shall not be named

actual name: fast times.

synopsis: throughout the snapshots of your life, lee donghyuck is always there. (or, you realize that you’re in love with the bane of your existence.)

❥ meddle about

actual name: meddle about

summary: Mark doesn’t think you or Haechan would have a problem with killing each other, not even bat an eye at it in fact.

❥ we'll make it fit and again...

actual name: make it fit

summary: your best friend, haechan tries to convince you that he in fact does have a big dick but you won’t believe him, so he decides to show you instead.

actual name: make it fit again

summary: it’s been two months since that incident and haechan can’t stop thinking about it. neither can you, if you’re honest and you find yourself in a similar situation once again but this time, your friends don’t just listen.

❥ love notes

actual name: ⇢ dear mr. cupid

synopsis: it’s no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. it’s also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox… addressed to HIM?!

❥ we don’t hate each other

actual name: a red velvet cupcake, a halloween party, and a punishment

summary: A red velvet cupcake creates a promise between you and Haechan, and a Halloween party(and it’s consequences) brings you two closer than ever. Between scrubbing up dirty plates at the school kitchen and your study sessions at the library, you start to get fond of each other.

❥ stuck to the hip

actual name: Hot & Cold

synopsis: Donghyuck and Y/N, Y/N and Donghyuck. Whatever the order was, everyone knew it wasn’t the same without the other; everyone knew that you two would end up together, one way or another. Only, no one ever told Donghyuck that it would take this long. It took an unnecessary long time for him to get where he wanted you to be, but it was worth all the years if it meant he’d get you in the end.

After all, he wouldn’t spend all of his time and effort to plan on confessing with an old pink Nintendo DS Lite and a Pokémon Pearl cartridge.

#recommendations #lee haechan #haechan #lee donghyuck #nct 127 #nct dream

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starlitmark · 2 years

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬

◈ Warnings: none

◈ Note 1: this is meant to cause no harm (aka if any of the gods are watching me do this I mean no offense to you or your powers)

◈ Note 2: thank you to my lovely darling @raibebe for helping me through assigning everything and giving me the idea to start with 💕

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞

◈ Son of Athena

◈ He’s always known in a sense that he wasn’t a normal human he always knew he was different

◈ Then he met his mom and realized “oh fuck? Yooo, I’m a god”

◈ It was totally unintentional too he was just vibing one day and Athena’s owl paid him a visit and boom he met mom

◈ He’s the oldest one in their group of them and often spends a lot of his time in the archives and library learning pretty random and useless facts

◈ Spends a lot of his free time annoying Jeno (unintentionally)

◈ Very good at strategizing everything and uses it to his advantage when they play games (even though he claims he’s not very competitive)

◈ Please don’t fuck with him though… he weighs heavy on the knowledge side of his mother’s ruling but never forget, she also rules war too… Mark can be a nightmare if you make him angry enough

𝐇𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

◈ He’s actually a god

◈ His parents are Hades and Persephone

◈ He just prefers to hang out in the mortal realm cause he clicked well with a “rather annoying demigod” (aka Haechan)

◈ He of course has his godly duties but more often than not he’s just relaxing with the others

◈ Very broody and grumpy like his dad but also so sweet and gentle like his mom at the same time

◈ He has the ability to manipulate seasons (not as much as his mother) and also has complete invisibility at his will like his dad

◈ PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT COMPARE HIM TO HIS SIBLINGS he’s really nothing like his sister, Melinoë goddess of nightmares and madness, or his brother, Dionysus god of wine and religious pleasure… he just wants to vibe being his own self with no real power over important things like his other siblings (his main thing is small parts of nature with a strong association to pomegranates)

◈ Gives this odd combination of cold and welcoming vibes at the same time

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨

◈ Son of Ares

◈ Comes off very cold and angry at first

◈ He can’t help it though he genuinely wants to be approachable but having that fiery side to him makes him seem otherwise

◈ Very gifted in cartography and is always the designated map reader no matter how long or short the trip is

◈ He’s the only one who knew his dad was a god from the start (Ares would always pop in from time to time to check on the boy and said he was his favorite)

◈ He’s kinda destructive but he doesn’t mean it most of the time… he always blames it on his dad being the god of war leaning on the side of destruction rather than strategic war

◈ Many want to avoid him at all costs due to his father’s reputation and all he wants is to prove that he’s not like him

◈ Has always stayed by Jaemin’s side and finds his presence calming to the simmering rage that seems to always exist inside him

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

◈ Son of Apollo

◈ A bit of a shit head but in the most endearing way possible

◈ Literally a ray of sunshine in human form and he knows it

◈ His smile could heal any wounds of any form

◈ He’s always had an affinity for poetry and sunshine but never knew the root of his love until his mom finally told him why his dad was never around… then it all clicked

◈ As much as he is the one causing issues he’s also the one to remedy the issues thanks to the gift of healing that his father bestowed upon him

◈ He has the cutest relationship with Jisung too since they were raised side by side

𝐍𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧

◈ Son of Aphrodite

◈ Literally the most gorgeous boy you’ll ever see even though he has lots and lots of siblings

◈ He’s so humble about his beauty too he never boasts about it

◈ Has soooo much love to give and normally either Jeno or Jisung are the recipients of that love (and Jeno grumbles about it but deep deep down really loves it)

◈ As a child he always collected scalloped sea shells and kept them on his dad’s dresser and his dad told him that they were always his mom’s favorite (Jaemin had always assumed she passed when he was still young)

◈ Thennnnn one day a gorgeous woman popped up on the doorstep of his home and his dad broke down in tears and Jaemin just went “mom?” and the rest is history

◈ He is always the one to go to for relationship advice romantic or platonic (for familial you should probably see Renjun or Mark)

𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞

◈ Son of Poseidon

◈ Just as dramatic as his father maybe even more… he loses a game? Suddenly there’s a huge sea storm or an earthquake… he feels a little sad? The whole room is flooded with seawater

◈ The first person in the group he clicked with was Mark which is really ironic considering the long-standing feud between their parents

◈ Chenle was always a water baby and would always find the coolest things in the water but never made a connection between it until some man walked out of the ocean one day and said he was his dad (Chenle laughed in his face for a few minutes thinking he was having a heat-induced hallucination or something)

◈ All of the others know not to get on Chenle’s bad side though… you never want to be on his bad side with how powerful the kid is (Haechan learned that the hard way)

◈ Sometimes he just feels like being a shit starter though and douses his friends in water just for the hell of it

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

◈ Son of Artemis

◈ Just like his cousin Haechan he’s always had an affinity for nature. Specifically the moon and deer and he later came to find that his mother was the goddess of the hunt and the moon

◈ He and Haechan were actually raised more like siblings than cousins. His dad and Haechan’s mom ended up getting to be very close friends and only saw it to be right to raise the two boys together

◈ Jisung is just as caring as his mom too, he would risk anything to care for his friends and his dad (he is well aware that his mom can handle herself)

◈ He has a strong sense of nature and you can often find him (and Haechan) sitting in a garden or a forest somewhere. The practice actually helps them feel more connected to his mom and Haechan’s dad… it’s rare any of them get communication but it’s even more so for them with their parent being the god of the moon and sun respectively

◈ Always means well even if he accidentally misinterprets a situation or question which he’s rather prone to doing

#nct dream headcanons #i have no idea what else to tag this……#anyway this is random and cute #mark lee headcanons #renjun headcanons #jeno headcanons #haechan headcanons #jaemin headcanons #chenle headcanons #jisung headcanons

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