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jaeyums · 5 months

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Just One More (Part 11)

Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)

Word Count - 3k

Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving). fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything

Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.

A/N - part two yippeee :3 sorry it was so late loll

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You slowly open your eyes, immediately closing them again in pain as your head throbs.

“Holy fuck.”

Is all you’re able to say, as you try again to open your eyes, your vision slightly blurry. You reach for where your water bottle sits on your nightstand, only to find an empty space.

You continue to feel around the nightstand only for your eyes to fully adjust, and for you to realize this night stand is black rather than the off white colour you’re used to.

This shock wakes you up fully in a matter of seconds, and you look around an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed.

“Holy fuck.”

You repeat, the reality of your situation setting in. After a moment of processing, you quickly toss away to sheets, and sigh in relief as you see that all your clothes from the previous night are still on.

You check the other side of the bed hesitantly, patting on a puffy part of the blanket, only for it to sink down upon your touch.

Saying a small thank you to the universe, you climb out of the bed, and walk towards the door. You wrap your hands around the handle and push.

It doesn’t budge.

You twist and push again, still nothing. You try again with your whole body weight pressing against the door, only to here a groan come from the other side.

“Fuck, give me a second, would ya.”

A grumpy voice can be heard through the door.

“Haechan?”

You ask tentatively. Opening the door with ease after hearing a body shuffle out of the way.

“In the flesh.”

He says leaning against the other side of the hallway.

“Why did you sleep outside?”

“I knew you’d end up in my bed eventually , but I excepted me to be joining you. So I think the better question is why did you sleep inside, inside my room. ”

You tilt your head, that is a good question actually. You try to think back to last night, only for the sinking realization that you can’t remember much past the game of truth or dare.

“Oh god, what happened last night.”

Your voice slightly panicked. So many different scenarios start flipping through your head, like a disturbing film reel.

He just laughs looking entertained and surprisingly handsome for someone who slept on the floor all night.

“Does this mean you don’t remember our deal? Tsk tsk, I’m disappointed. No worries though, I remember the deal, so it’s no issue.”

“You made a deal with me while I was blacked out? You totally took advantage of me.”

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“If I actually wanted to take advantage of you, I could’ve. You were a mess.”

His words sting, a darkness in his eyes almost consuming you. Though, when he sees your face drop even more, he sighs, rolling his eyes in annoyance and starts to explain.

“Not that long after truth or dare you locked yourself in here and told me to guard the door ‘with my life’.”

Now you look more confused than upset.

“Why would I do that?”

You wonder aloud.

“If I had to guess, it might’ve been from the fact that everyone here wanted to talk to you. Jaemin, Jeno, Chenle, Mark. You won’t alone for more than a second before someone wanted to steal you away.”

Something hangs between the lines as he speaks, a negative emotion your hungover state can’t place it’s finger on.

“Okay…so what was the deal?”

You’re almost scared to ask.

“That you’ll come to my next party.”

He smiles widely, he finds himself hilarious.

“Are you serious.”

“Dead, but the next one isn’t here, it’s at my parents’ house. They’re gone for the weekend and the pool there is sick.”

“A pool party?”

He nods, pushing himself off the wall to move closer to you.

“Now how about you scamper on home. You’ve had a long night.”

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The next day while on facetime with your friend, you decide to tell her about the party. She’s half listening while doing her makeup, but when you mention Haechan she freezes.

“Wait did you say Haechan? Like Lee Haechan? Tall? Black hair? Sarcastic? Sexy?”

“Uh yeah? Why?”

You ask confused, but by the expression on her face, your know whatever your friend is about to say is bad news.

“Y/n he is a known fuckboy. Like he’s in a frat for godsake. You need to be careful around him, I’m serious.”

You roll your eyes annoyed.

He’s Mr. pump and dump, smash and dash, ejaculate and evacu-“

“okay okay I get it, thank you,”

You cut her off, getting the message loud and clear.

“I wasn’t planning on getting with him, don’t worry. He couldn’t get close even if he tried.”

“Didn’t you just say you blacked out and slept in his bed.”

“Okay shut up, it won’t happen again.”

She nods, looking unconvinced. You two continue to chat until you get another call, this time from an unsaved number.

“Wait I’m getting a call, gimme a sec.”

You answer the call bringing your phone to your ear.

“Hello? This is y/n right?”

“Uh yes, speaking?”

“It’s me, don’t get too excited.”

You sigh, his familiar voice teasingly heard through the phone.

“How did you get my number, Haechan.”

“You gave it to me when you were drunk.”

“No I didn’t.”

There’s a long pause.

“…I got it off Jisung’s phone.”

That definitely makes more sense, you know you were black out, but there was no chance you would have given Haechan your number.

“I’m just calling to make sure you’re still coming to the party tonight? I’m already at the place getting stuff ready, it’s gonna be lit.”

“Do I have to go?”

You whine, hoping he’ll take some sympathy on you from how tired you sound.

“Yup! See you then.”

You hear a long tone, signalling he’s hung up. Fine, you’ll go to his pool party, but he never said anything about actually swimming. You do enough of that at work anyways.

Calling back your friend, you quickly update her on who called and what he said. She gave you a worried look, warning you again to be careful.

With the closet doors swung open, you start shifting through your clothes trying to pick an outfit. You get an idea, turning back to your phone.

“Wait, why don’t you just come with me? That way you can keep an eye on this whole Haechan thing and we can have fun for once.”

“Can’t I have an opening shift tomorrow.”

You groan in response, turning back to your closet in defeat.

“Whatever I didn’t even want you to go anyways.”

You tease.

The two of you continue to joke around, her giving you advice on what to wear and you modelling your options.

You end up settling on short denim shorts, paired with a white baby tee. With everything said and done, you tell her good bye before grabbing your keys and heading out to the party

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The house is bigger than you ever would’ve imagined and it is jumping. This party was massive, especially compared to his previous party. People had gathered all over the property, some on the front lawn, some on a balcony up above you head.

You shift your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling nervous. Once again you feel the need to find Haechan, rationalizing your thoughts by saying it’s only to ensure he knows you held up your side of the deal. You were an hour late so he’s probably wondering where you are, right?

You’re barely two steps into the house when you hear someone call your name.

“Y/n! Get your ass over here, love.”

Jeno stands next to Chenle and Mark, the three of them already holding red solo cups.

“Go grab a drink.”

Jeno gestures with his head towards where the kitchen must be located. You shake your head with an awkward smile.

“I can’t drink, and I’m serious this time. I drove here.”

The boys look a little disappointed but nod in understanding. They continue to talk amongst each other, but you can’t listen, your eyes scanning the crowd nonstop.

Mark interrupts your search with a smirk.

“Looking for someone special?”

He teases, but you can tell he already knows who your dying to see.

“He’s outside, near the pool.”

With that you say goodbye, telling them you’ll be back in a bit, and head off towards the backyard.

The music is just as loud outside as it is inside, your ears still not fully adjusted. The pool itself is quite big as well, although there are very few people actually swimming. Most of them just sitting along the edge talking, only dipping there feet in.

The familiar smell of chlorine tickles your nose and you do a quick scan of the pool, simply out of habit when you notice a boy bobbing a bit in what you assume to be the deep end.

“Oh god please don’t actually be drowning.”

You whisper to yourself, your eyes still locked onto him, he was clearly struggling but you were having a hard time figuring out if it was just a prank or if he was really sinking.

Suddenly his head dips bellow the surface and doesn’t return, and you spring into action, running to the edge closest to him and diving in.

Under the water you can see him, still struggling, but his eyes slowly closing. You hook your arms around his, securing him in your grasp, and pinching his nose with your other hand. You kick back to the surface, your lungs starting to burn.

Returning to the surface, you see a couple boys waiting at the edge, you shout instructions to them as you tow the boy in their direction.

Ordering them on how to lift him out, you plunge back into the water, sitting the boy on your shoulder. You tap the deck three times, signalling to the boys to pull him up, and you push him upwards as hard as you can.

They drag him away from the pool and you climb out quickly, following them. You’re fully locked in, having done this a hundred times.

Sitting next to him as he coughs, you run through your typical checklist. He turns out to be relatively fine, just a stupid victim of drinking and swimming, something that should never mix.

As you continue to talk to him, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Haechan staring at you with such intensity you almost flinch.

“I saw everything, are you okay?”

“Of course, I mean it’s always a little scary but I’m fine. I’m more worried about him.”

“He’s fine, just an idiot. Here, let’s get you dried off.”

You now remember that you’re not actually wearing your guarding uniform. Looking down, you realize your white shirt has become completely see through, sticking to your body, your red bra on full display.

“Yeah okay, thank you.”

With that he grabs your hand and leads you through the party to his bedroom upstairs, weaving between people in crowded places.

“This is my room, head inside. I’ll be right back.”

You open the door hesitantly, turning back for his reassurance, but he has already disappeared. You walk inside to see his room is surprisingly neat. It’s pretty big too, with posters lining his walls, he even has a balcony that overlooks the backyard.

You notice a mirror attached to his closet and walk over to see how much of a mess you look right now. Your mascara is ruined, running down your face like you just watched the saddest movie ever. You hair is soaked, it looks almost intentionally slicked back, except for a stray strand or two.

While fussing with it, you hear the door open, but you pay Haechan no mind as he enters, closing the door behind him. You’re much too occupied fixing your hair.

He comes behind you, brining his head next to yours, staring at your reflection with darkened eyes.

“You look so pretty.”

He whispers, bringing his hand around the opposite side of your head to smudge some of the black staining your cheeks.

“What I wouldn’t give to make your mascara run like this”.

You feel your face heat up, your stomach doing a flip from to his words and touch. You swat his hand away, turning your face.

“Shut up, Haechan.”

He just smirks, and hands you a folded towel. You hastily take it and walk over to his connected bathroom. You lock the door behind you and undress.

The shower itself is heavenly. The water on your skin had became cold, so the heat of the water pouring down felt amazing. You wash your hair and do your best to rid your face of the racoonish look it’s taken.

You finally finish, wrapping the towel just below your shoulders once you’re dry. You reach for your clothes before realizing they’re still soaked. It had completely slipped your mind that you’d need new clothes.

You tentatively open the door, peaking your head around the room. You see Haechan laying on his bed, scrolling on his phone absentmindedly. You call out to him, and he looks up, his eyes instantly devouring you.

“I uh, could I borrow some clothes? Mine are still wet.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, still taking you in. Finally, he gets up, and walks over to his closet.

“Lemme see what I have, I might have some old sweatpants that might fit.”

He ends up picking black sweat pants and a matching black long sleeve, tossing both to you. You catch them with one hand, not daring to let go of the towel.

Slipping back into the bathroom, you quickly change. You check out your new outfit in the bathroom mirror. Both items are way too big for you. Even though the shirt is massive it somehow still hugs the curves of your breasts. You don’t love the fact that you have nothing on underneath Haechans clothes.

You step back into his room where he’s waiting for you.

“How do the pants fit?”

You pull up the shirt slightly with one hand, and pull up the sweats with the other, before dropping them, demonstrating how they drop down landing just below your hip bones.

“What do you think?”

You ask sarcastically. He let’s out a little laugh at your demonstration, stepping closer.

“Here let me help.”

He grabs the waist of the pants, rolling them up once then twice. His fingers ghosting your bare waist in the process. When he finishes, his hands still remain. You can’t help but hyper focus on his touch, on how his warm hands feel on your skin.

Tension fills the air. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. There’s another pause, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Kiss me already.”

You whisper, it’s barely audible, you would’ve wondered if he had even heard you if he hadn’t already dipped down, meeting your lips with his.

His grip on your waist tightens as he pushes you against the wall, his leg moving to find home between yours.

Your mouths move together unison, you feel yourself falling deeper in his trance. Though, there’s still a small whisper in your head, reminding you of your friends words, her warning.

Before you can pay attention to it, Haechan starts to push your body down on his thigh, guiding you to grind slowly against it. His kisses moving to your neck, causing you to tilt your head back on the wall in pleasure.

A hand snakes up your waist to rest on your breast, his thumb running over your bud delicately. A small moan escapes your lips, and you swear you can feel him smile against the skin of your neck.

He continues to attack your neck, his hand squeezing and massaging your breast rhythmically.

You pull his head back up by his chin to kiss him, your lips were feeling lonely.

He picks you up, and your legs wrap instinctually around his waist. He carries you to his bed, laying you down gently.

His arms resting on either side of your head, he looks down on you like you’re a feast for kings and he is starving.

He gives you quick but deep kiss, before moving down your body. His hand moves to the waist of your sweatpants, but you grab it before he can slide them down your legs.

“Haechan.”

You say breathlessly, staring down at him with puppy-like eyes.

“Yes, y/n?”

“I..I don’t want to move too fast.”

He looks up at you, a smirk slowly growing on his face. Your innocence is so cute to him.

“Don’t worry princess, you don’t have to move at all. I’ll do all the work.”

He teases, but he still doesn’t move, waiting for your approval to continue.

You bite your lip. Your friend’s warning ringing through your head again.

Fuck it, just one more night with Haechan can’t hurt.

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tags : @snflwrhaerecs4u @ki-aechan @loveforred @whiplashhhh @miniminkis @milimo07 @neocityhoe @90s-belladonna @toroufriteh @renjunniex @chimiwimi @cas104 @dongsookie0606

#idk what im doing #haechan smut #lee donghyuck #nct smut #nct haechan #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #frat boy #haechan x reader #dreamies #toxic #Just One More

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tvonq · 5 months

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#nctinc #haechan #lee donghyuck #nct #dreamies #hyuckie #my gifs #my edit #dream show #colouring looks shit on this but i justn eed the first bit as a gif <3

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jayaury · 6 months

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Dream of Her

Wake up?

Now why would you want to do that?

Aren't you so happy while you're dreaming?

Aren't you so relaxed and content with me?

Snuggling up with me?

Nuzzling my big breasts and soft wool?

Why would you want to do a silly thing like wake up? Why when you could be with me forever and ever? Always relaxed. Always happy. Never having to think but just dream.

Dream of my big... pillowy... breasts...

Mmm. That's it. Just relaaaax.

Silly humans love to sleep.

Sleep and dream of mistress...

#brainwashing #mind control #mindless #brainless #hypnosis #hypnotized #demon girl #sloth demon #sloth #dreamies #just dreaming #ai artwork

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withlovealwqys · 5 months

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melting me softly

summery:

after her exchange year she just wants to have the best time with her friends. The last thing she was looking for was love.

after his accident at the championship qualifications life was living hell. The last thing he was looking for was love.

start: soon

Introduction part1 | part2

1. she’s back

taglist open <3

@peachyproductions @lhcread @peachyproductions @thisisnotjacinta @liliansun @neozon3nha @lovesuhng @n0hyuck @jiawji @gomdojun @jinnieboosworld @nappywoo @yyangj3lly

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ilwonuu · 3 months

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hi !! i saw ur req where open and i wanted to take this opportunity to ask for some platonic reader x nct bcos i’m just a sucker for platonic love and i barely see it anywhere 😓😓😓

maybe someone from the 00 line ? (i’m not too picky tbh) helping the reader with their crush ?! wether that be helping to ask them out or even making small moves like talking to them !! i need to see my 00 line in their wingman era ☝️

thank you again author <3

YES OMG I LOVE WRITING PLATONIC LOVE PLS SEND IN SOMETHING ELSE IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER IDEAS!! i would love to do them. thank you for ur request!! i hope you enjoy<3

°˖ ✧best friend. h.renjun

summary- your best friend helps you confess to haechan about the crush you have on him.

warnings- fluffy besties, u kiss haechan, joking, slight alcohol consumption, idk what else

authors note- i love this sm. lmk if i should write a follow up with haechan smut or fluff<3

you and renjun have been friends almost your whole life. going through every stage of life with him. he is your best friend and your favorite person.

he always takes care of you like family and loves you the same. you two live together. you two cook and clean together. he always helps you feel better about any doubts that you have.

“jun? can you help me with something?” you ask him as you walk into his bedroom. he nods. “what’s up?” you sit down looking at him nervously. “so.. you know i have the biggest crush on haechan. i was gonna ask if you could help me confess to him?”

“woah! y/n you’re ready to confess??? look at you!!” he laughs playfully pushing your arm. “yes yes but jun im nervous..” he shakes his head. “don’t be nervous!!! i bet he feels the same way. he has been acting different around you..” he says smiling at you. “you really think so?” you are overthinking this now. what if he rejects you? “yes i know so. and if the slight chance i’m wrong i’m here as emotional support okay? now what were you thinking? how do you want to do it?”

you think to yourself for a second. “i’m really not sure. i feel like he would be confused if i asked him to hangout alone. what if we invite him and mark to hangout with us. i tell him then?” he doesn’t say a word for a bit trying to think about what you said. “that could work but i think i have a better idea if thats okay? i think we could hangout with mark and haechan here and then me and mark could go grab some food or something and then you tell him then? shit now im overthinking.” he laughs with you grabbing his phone to text mark and tell him whats going on. everyone knew you had a crush on haechan at this point. everyone but haechan. “okay you think this could work?” he nods. “yes i do and i really think haechan likes you back mark even said he thinks so too.” you nod quickly running into your room to get ready for the hangout. “will you tell me when they’re close??” you yell from you room. “yep!” you hear him yell back at you.

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the two boys have now arrived waiting for you guys to let them in. you and renjun jump with excitement and nervousnesses laughing as you immediately pretend to act normal after. “okay you got this okay? don’t worry i will be here for a bit but just try to talk to him so more okay?” he says receiving a nod from you as you open the front door. “hello!!! took you guys long enough.” mark says laughing as haechan follows him inside.

“hi y/n.” haechan says smiling at you before walking fully into you and renjuns house. “hi haechan.” you smile back after shutting the door and following them into the living room. “sit by him on the couch.” renjun whispers to you before sitting next to mark.

you sit down next to haechan receiving another smile from him. “would you guys want to watch a movie?” you ask the boys looking at them. “yea that would be good but me and mark are hungry so we might go get some food for us all in a bit. if that’s alright with you guys.” you look over to see what haechan thought but he is already looking at you. “sounds good.” he smiles.

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30 minutes later the two boys decide to go get the food. “it’s not too far give us like 20-30 ish minutes there and back.” mark says waving to you guys before getting up. “okay y/n you can do this okay? don’t fear rejection. he totally likes you girl.” he whispers to you winking at you before leaving with mark.

come on y/n you can do this right everything is gonna be fine. “hey you ok? you seem nervous or something.” haechan puts his hand on your shoulder. “yea im good! just want to talk to you about something if thats okay.” you say looking away from him slightly. “go ahead.” he smiles.

“okay i’m really scared to tell you this but renjun said its a good idea so. i like you haechan. like more than a friend. i want to be more than a friend with you..” you look away from him completely scared about what he is gonna say. he pulls your face to kiss him softly. “i like you too y/n. i have for awhile.” he smiles rubbing his thumb on your cheek. you hug him softly smiling. “let me tell renjun real fast.” you laugh grabbing your phone to text him

you- we kissed…

junnie😈- GURL WHAT???? damn do we need to stay out so you can get that d or what.

you- RENJUN NO. im not ready for that yet. plus we are hungry over here- haechan

junnie😈- OKAY WE ARE ON OUR WAY BACK!!! im so proud of u tho fr u did it<3

you smile at his text and turn back to haechan. “want to finish the movie?”

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the two boys come back with the food. you and haechan thank them before sitting back on the couch together.

renjun is so happy for you. he knows how much you like him and how much happiness you must feel.

the two boys announce that they should get going as you and renjun agree.

“bye y/n i’ll text you okay pretty?” haechan says before kissing your cheek and waving bye to the two of you. mark waves bye to you both as well.

as soon as you leave renjun turns to you. “GIRLLLL HE IS DOWN BADDD THAT KISS ON THE CHEEK HE WANTED MORE OKAY!!” he yells taking another bite of his food they got. you are just laughing non stop. “his lips are so soft.” he laughs. “ok didn’t need to know that but don’t you think you deserve a little reward?!” he asks grabbing a bottle of wine pouring it into glasses for you two.

“oh jun i definitely deserve this.” you smile taking a quick sip. “also i wanted to say thank you. i wouldn’t of had the confidence for this if you didn’t help me and talk to me about it so thank you.” he hugs you softly. “of course y/n im always here to help.

“now we gotta find you a girlfriend or boyfriend mister!!” he laughs. “or partner hey you never know.” you correct yourself.

“your wingman skills are not nearly as good as mine come on!” he says receiving a quick glare from you. “we’ll see..” you say taking another sip of your wine laughing with him.

#renjun #nct x reader #nct #nct dream #nct dream renjun #dreamies #nct renjun #nct fluff #haechan #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct haechan

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sooniessoulmate · 25 days

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🌹🌹𝖍𝖞𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖆𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌🌹🌹

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ilrjsm · 11 months

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My best friend is no longer my best friend! (he’s my boyfriend)

pairing - bff!renjun x reader

synopsis - You've known him for most of your life. And truth be told, who wouldn't have a (major!!) crush on this pretty boy? Out of all the instances you’ve fallen in love with Huang Renjun, you've never once regretted it.

warnings - profanity, reader & renjun being awfully dense, nothing that serious

wc: 1.7k+

There were four times you fell in love with Huang Renjun all over again and each time, you fell harder than before.

i. Van Gogh in the 21st century!

You met Renjun when you were about 5. back then, he was nothing but a timid artsy kid who refused to show you his sketchbook. Of course, provided your natural talent towards convincing people, it was merely a game for you to acquire (read: snatch) that book. You very well recall how he had glared at you, snatching the book back just as quick and flicked your forehead as he did so.

Ever since then, the little timid kid had grown up to absolutely not permit you in his room until and unless he hid his stash of sketchbooks. Which in your honest opinion was a blatant waste of time.

Okay, maybe you felt a bit offended by his actions. Was he hiding a whole Van Gogh in his sketchbooks or what? Why, just why couldn't he let you peek into them at least once? You took the challenge of finding his cherished artworks upon yourself one fine day. It wasn't as easy as you thought it would be, but with the handful of flatteries you gave Mrs Huang, she was ever ready to lead you to this stash.

You were dubious at first, as the first few pages you turned looked nothing different than overrated paintings. But then you found the real deal.

That was the first time you realised your love for him - at a raw age of 15, you were heads over heels for this boy who had his sketchbooks filled with candid portraits of none other than you.

You wished you could look at yourself from his eyes because you were nowhere close to being this stunning.

ii. Huang renjun was p(r)etty as fuck.

You see, Renjun wasn't quite the bright, excited boy ever since he turned into an adolescent. He laughed at your lame puns, sure, but only you knew how painful his forehead flicks could be if you ever did something reckless.

Like that one time when you were at a party at Donghyuck’s (some guy from your statistics class who just turned 18), you figured Renjun wasn't invited - naturally, given he had absolutely no clue who this Donghyuck dude was and vice versa. However, when he realised you’d probably be intoxicated as hell by the end of it, he immediately dragged you out, albeit a little too late.

You had very obnoxiously protested (“Do you not trust me, Renjun?” You dragged out each syllable, a prominent pout on your lips. Renjun deadpanned and scoffed, “No, actually.” a long whine escaped your chapped lips, and you licked them before hanging your arms around his neck, his own tracing oddly comforting circles on the small of your back. “You know what?” you were already tipsy, Renjun noted, “i hate you.” he froze. Scanning his flabbergasted expression, you laughed loudly, only pressing your body closer to his. “I hate how you act so rough on the edges, c’mon Jun, let loose!” he sighed, using his free hand to push away your self-cut, grown out bangs aside. “I’d rather not, y/n,”)

According to your shitty memory, you blacked out after that, but Renjun's pink ears, when you asked him if anything had happened, begged to differ.

All you remembered was how attractive he looked under the dim moonlight that night, his damp hair moving with the wind. Oh, you remembered his gaze averting from your lips to the dark surroundings, you remembered tuning out Donghyuck’s distant voice calling out for you while you stared at his lips. You remembered the glacial breeze capturing you both in its hold, causing you to shift closer to him. You remembered nothing from that night, but falling for Huang Renjun all over again.

iii. you + donghyuck = renjun’s obvious jealousy

You didn't need to hide your self-proclaimed infatuation for Renjun, as it had occurred to you that:

1. Renjun was so dense (you were probably denser, give or take).

2. You’d grown accustomed to masking your obvious attraction towards him with time.

At one point, you even forgot that you liked (read: loved) Renjun. In your defence, it had been finals week.

But you were harshly reminded of that fact when Donghyuck had asked you out on a date, and you felt too bad to reject him right away.

No, that wasn't a reminder for you that you had a massive crush on your best friend, it was when donghyuck took you to the same cafe the said best friend worked at for the date. He, more than hurt, was baffled. He had mouthed to you, I didn't know about this? And so you mouthed back, Sorry, it was impulsive.

Renjun nonetheless took your order, and pointed at an empty table right in front of his sight, just to be on the, quote unquote, safer end.

Donghyuck was a funny guy. His jokes and perfectly timed flirtatious comments made you giggle like a teenager who was talking to her crush.

Now was when the vile jealousy and hurt pooled in Huang's gut. Donghyuck brushing back your hair just like he would was his last straw. Time was fortunately on his side, and his shift hand ended. So, he spammed your phone with calls and texts, causing you to pick it up in a final defeat, with a long sigh of aggravation. “I’ll be right back, sorry.” (That was lie, you eventually forgot about him)

As soon as you exited the cafe, and stormed to the back of the cafe where Renjun would be, you were greeted by a bitter looking Renjun. “What?” you’d asked him, folding your arms over each other. “What?” he mimicked, scowling. Groaning, you threw your arms up in exasperation. “Renjun!”

He incredulously glowered down at you, “one date and he already seems in love with you!” he exclaimed. “Isn't that good? I'm finally scoring myself a boyfriend.” you teased back.

To anyone else, it was painfully obvious of the lingering feelings you both had towards each other. Apparently, everyone but both of you could make that out (even Donghyuck). Renjun had never looked scarier as he gritted his teeth, a muscle in his jaw inevitably twitching. “Fine… fine! Whatever! I don't care.”

“I never asked if you did- OW!”

That was the hardest forehead flick you had received from him.

iv. 23 things you liked about him.

One of the many things you loved about Huang Renjun was his music taste. It was one of the most beautiful things that just screamed… Renjun. You both had had a tendency to visit the record store often during high school, but not so much anymore provided you both were on the verge of bankruptcy and you had little to no time to spare as you were in the final year of uni.

For you, it was a long forgotten hobby, but for Renjun, it was a place he’d constantly confided in, and now that it was gone, it left an empty hole in his heart (which, for the record, was mostly filled with you).

You knew his favourite albums, all his favourite tracks from over the years. Just like he had a couple of sketchbooks filled with you, you had a whole shelf dedicated to the albums he had recommended you and somewhere in there, you had a book filled with his likings, mainly songs.

He was once again laying on your bed, head propped against his folded arms as he stared at the ceiling. “You study too much, it's boring.” his gaze stopped at the white cupboard beside your bed, the top two shelves packed with vinyls. He was surprised by how your collection kept growing, a part of him also envied how you bought so many of them while he usually just borrowed them.

Standing out from the rest was a sage green, hardback book, and curiosity got the best of him. The male sat up with a grunt, proceeding to make his way to the furniture. As soon as he got a hold of the book, he flipped through it carelessly, his eyes catching his name being written in bold on the very first page.

RENJUN

what he likes <3

Every other page had something similar, and if he weren't your best friend (who reciprocated your feelings) he’d think this was borderline obsessive.

He read each one of them intently, eventually reading through all of it until he reached the part of the book where you wrote what you liked about him.

There were many, but he counted them to be twenty-two. He shut the book with a cocky chuckle, moving towards you - who was yet studying diligently. He smacked your head (gently) with the book, catching your attention. “What is it now?” You grumbled, eyes unmoving from the book in your hands. He hit your head with the hard book again, and this time around you actually looked up. “Hey, Huang Renjun, what if I get a concussion?”

That’s when you spot it. “Wait, shit, where’d you find that book?!”

He pointed towards the shelf with his thumb, placing the book down on your desk instead. “I must admit, you know about everything I love,” You had the urge to yet again dig a hole for yourself, “but you missed out on one thing.”

Your eyebrows raised, “What?”

He placed both his hands on either side of the chair’s armrest, effectively caging you. “You.”

Your knees went weak, and you could practically hear your heartbeat drum in your ears at his words. A fresh glow coated your cheeks, and you had to look away from him to not collapse then and there. Good lord, you seriously needed to get a hold on yourself. Just how many times had you fallen in love with him over and over again? Because you just did again.

Clearing your throat in pure discomfiture, you gathered any courage you had left and looked straight into his eyes - why did he look at you like you saved the damn world? He had a pretty smile adorning his lips, and you noticed how his own ears were red. Unable to take his strong gaze, you looked away again, neck hot.

23. There were 23 things you liked about him - you liked that he loved you back.

That was the biggest achievement in your life.

Huang Renjun, your sole archnemesis from kindergarten, your artist, your best friend, your crush, loved you just as much as you loved him. You couldn’t ask for anything else.

…Okay, maybe you could ask for some courage.

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i05wook · 1 year

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Cuddling with the Dreamies

pairing: bf! nct dream x gn! reader

genre: fluff

summary: headcanons about how cuddling with the dreamies as your boyfriend goes down!!

wc: 400+

author’s notes: here’s my first nct dream post!! i can’t guarantee that there will be frequent posts for them but i will try!!

Lee Mark - 이마크

Reading a book together while cuddling in bed

With such a busy schedule, Mark loves spending time with his significant other whenever he can get it. He especially loves to spend that time with a purpose - reading a book together. The pair of you made a promise to always read a chapter or two whenever you were together, you were never allowed to read ahead.

Huang Renjun - 黄仁俊

Cuddling by a warm fireplace with some wine and good conversation

Renjun can be very sophisticated and would especially be with a mature significant other, therefore he loves cuddling with his signifcant other in front of the fireplace and tasting different wines and just maintaining small talk.

Lee Jeno - 이제노

Taking a walk together while holding hands and cuddling

Jeno loves being active and spending time together exploring different nature trails. He always drags his s/o to join him on these trails, and even if you don’t agree and start to strop about this. Jeno will make it up however by holding your hand whilst walking or wrapping his arm around the top of your shoulders and walk along the trail that way.

Lee Donghyuck - 이동혁

Watching your favourite TV show or movie series while cuddling on the couch

Haechan prefers to stay indoors with his significant other, especially just cuddling with you. One day the pair of you were watching netflix when you decided to watch a series together, you chose to watch boys over flowers, a series with a large number of episodes, and spent the rest of the weekend binging and eating snacks.

Na Jaemin - 나재민

Taking a nap together while cuddling in bed

Jaemin’s favourite things to do are nap and cuddle with his significant other. Any time off that Jaemin could get, particularly after a busy schedule, the pair of you would spend all the time possible cuddled up together in his bed.

Zhong Chenle - 钟辰乐

Taking a bubble bath together and cuddling in the tub

Chenle is very romantic with his significant other, preferring to spend time with his lover. The pair of you would take a bath (in your swimming costumes) just relaxing in the tub surrounded by scented candles and cuddling in the tub for hours on end.

Park Jisung - 박지성

Having a cozy indoor picnic with your favorite snacks and cuddling

Jisung prefers his love life to stay private, in fear of the other boys teasing. Therefore, he prefers to have cozy little picnics indoors - especially in his room. He loves having his significant others head in his lap, and playing with their hair!

permanent taglist (open!!): @bambisgirl @enhacolor @acaiasahi @jakekgs @duolingofanaccount @jenosz

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prettiepalette · 3 months

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2004 my little pony g3 port-o-bella .ᐟ

kmart (us & aus) exclusive ponies collection

#my little pony #g3 #mlp g3 #mlp #my little pony g3 #dreamies #port-o-bella #limited ponies #exclusive ponies #rare my little pony #rare mlp

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kpop-kitkat · 1 year

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In Love with the Villain | Lee Jeno

pairing | villain!lee jeno x princess f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, medieval au, royalty au, blood, injury, sexual themes, very slightly suggestive, mutual pining, forbidden love, happy end

wc | 2.2k

notes | none. felt good writing this though

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Y/n sighed as she sat on the cold floor of the witch king's dungeon. Her home away from home. She picked up a little stone and threw it against the wall.

Y/n was the princess of Kyoto. And a neighboring kingdom, Tokyo, ruled by the witch king Kangyeon, were the sworn enemies of her kingdom. And despite her father's best efforts to keep his daughter safe and locked away, she always managed to be captured and taken to the same old dungeon, by the same old person. Lee Jeno, the right hand man to the witch king himself. But Mark, Y/n's bodyguard and assumed love interest, always managed to rescue her from the deep depths of the castle. It became a never ending cycle that she had began to grow bored of. She didn't even fear them anymore.

"Hello darling," an all too familiar voice spoke.

"Hello love," Y/n replied, playing along with Jeno's flirtatious antics as she grasped the metal bars that trapped her.

"How's the temperature in there? Too cold? Too hot?" He asked, as if he really cared.

"Just lovely," she deadpanned, looking him dead in the eyes with a tilt of her head.

He laughed, leaning against the stone pillar that was always in front of her cell. "Good."

Y/n rolled her eyes to the back of her head as she took a seat on the not-so-comfortable stone chair, the only furniture in her cell. "He'll come for me, you know. Just like he always does."

"Oh yes, the boyfriend. How could I forget," he chuckled sarcastically, a bit annoyed when she mentioned Mark. "You know, you always talk about him like he's heaven sent and just the perfect human being, but I wouldn't say you're exactly in love with him," Jeno began.

"What's it to you? You hate me and my people," she raised an eyebrow.

Jeno thought before walking over to the metal bars, holding onto them over his head as he leaned against them. He looked her up and down before locking eyes with her again. "Right," he simply replied, leaving the bars to lean against his favorite stone pillar in the entirety of the castle.

"You confuse me, Lee Jeno. You hate me. You capture me anytime I've wandered too far from my castle, yet here you are, flirting and trying to get all personal with me," Y/n reasoned.

"Don't flatter yourself darling," he chuckled with a shake of his head, before walking closer to her cell, again. "I'm merely bored and have nothing to do. Besides, you being flustered is a rare sight."

"Flustered? You mean annoyed, right?"

"There isn't much of a difference when it comes to you," he smirked, giving her a seductive wink before leaving the dungeons.

Lee Jeno was one confusing man.

Just after he'd gone, the hero had arrived. Quietly opening her cell, Mark came to the rescue, right on cue. "Are you alright?" He asked, looking her over for any injuries.

"I'm fine," she sighed. "Let's just get out of here."

"Of course," he nodded looking around, making sure they weren't seen before making his way back through where he came in. Y/n knew the path very well, and she was surprised that the enemy hadn't learned from their mistakes and made the area more heavily guarded.

Mark then led Y/n to the horse he had ridden there, and he helped her up behind him after he climbed on. The horse's name was Lucky, the old faithful. Though an old horse, he had seen Mark through many battles and rescues of the princess.

Once they had arrived back at the castle, the people cheered seeing their princess was safe and sound. And her father, the king himself, emerged from the crowd and made his way towards her. "I want you to stay in your room for the rest of the night, I'm afraid I can't take any chances," he sighed.

"I understand father," she nodded, allowing Mark to escort her there, like always.

Once there, Y/n turned to Mark. "Thank you again," she smiled.

"Of course. Sleep well, princess," he said in a low voice before taking his leave.

That night, sleep was hard to accomplish for the princess. She lay, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling as she hugged her figure, dressed in a beautiful white nightgown. Her mind wandered until it fell on Jeno. As much as she hated to admit it, she'd grown rather fond of the villain, in a way a princess should not, for someone like him. And even more regrettably, she couldn't see a future with Mark and herself. Her father wanted them together. Mark wanted them together. The whole kingdom wanted them together. But she didn't. And if everyone knew about her little sinful crush, she'd be looked down upon with much distaste. And as a princess, she knew she had a reputation to keep.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she noticed a silhouette show through the curtains of the glass doors that led to her balcony. She propped herself up on her hands as she removed her blanket, getting up from the bed. Carefully, she opened the door, revealing an ethereal looking Jeno, as he sat on the stone railing on the balcony. He glanced over towards her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. She gasped and took a step back. "You, what are you doing here?!" She whisper shouted.

He ignored her question and walked towards her before brushing past her, entering her room. Y/n rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her before walking over to him angrily. "I asked you a question, Lee."

He chucked lowly before looking at her as he leaned against the wall. "I was coming here to take you back to our castle, but I've grown bored of that. So tonight, I thought I might try something different. Something other than taking you captive," he explained, confusing her.

”What did you have in mind?” She raised an eyebrow.

He sighed before taking very slow steps towards her. “Y/n, you might not want to hear what I’m about to tell you.”

”But I do want to hear,” she countered. “Please just tell me already. You’ve been acting like you’ve been wanting to say something to me for years,” she accused.

“Really?” He folded his arms, still walking closer.

”Yes really, now get it over with, Lee.”

”Well Y/n,” he breathed out, getting a little too close for her liking, so she sat on the bed. “Frankly I’m… in love with you,” he said, his hand coming under her chin to lift it slightly, meeting her gaze.

She smirked. “Could you be any less obvious? I figured that was true,” she chuckled.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want to hear me say those words darling,” Jeno caressed her cheek. He sat on the bed beside her. He then grabbed her hand before leaning in towards her ear. “Because I know you love me too.”

She shuddered at the sensation but turned towards him. “It’s just my one little sin. Falling in love with the villain.”

He smirked once again before holding the back of her neck, bringing her in for a loving kiss. She immediately responded and moved to where she was sitting on his lap, hands on his face as their lips moved in sync. Jeno left a few kisses down her neck before he suddenly pulled away and hugged her tightly, and she hugged back. “I don’t want you to resent me anymore, Y/n. I don’t want to be the villain in your story.”

For once, Jeno was sincere, rather than sarcastic and flirty like normal. And Y/n loved it. “I don’t want you to be that either, Jeno,” she pulled away, smiling at him. “We can start over, run away from this place.”

”You read my mind,” he whispered before kissing her again. But as he did, the door suddenly burst open.

“Get your hands off of her!” Shouted Mark, rushing forward with numerous royal guards at his side. Together, two of them grabbed Jeno’s upper arms, pulling him away from Y/n as he struggled.

”Jeno!” She screamed. “Let him go!”

”Don’t worry princess, you’re safe now,” Mark assured.

”No! He wasn’t hurting me, please! Don’t take him!” She demanded. “I am your princess, listen to me!” She exclaimed, rushing forward to try and pry Jeno out of their tight grip.

”I’m sorry Y/n, but by order of the king, Lee Jeno shall be executed for his countless crimes,” Mark announced.

“No, please!” She struggled as two other guards held her in place.

”Y/n… it’s okay,” Jeno stated calmly with a smile, no longer resisting their hold.

“Jeno…” she breathed out shakily, a tear falling down her face. “Don’t let them do this…”

”I’m sorry,” he hung his head as the guards dragged him out of there.”

”Jeno!” She let out a blood curdling scream, ripping Jeno’s heart in half. She fought and fought, but couldn’t be free of them. Afterwards, they locked her in her room. She banged on the door. “Let me go!” She pounded until her hands began bleeding from the impact. She sunk to her knees, head resting against the door. “Please…”

~~~~~

The next morning was the day of Jeno’s excecution. And many from the surrounding villages came to witness this great day. Kyoto would finally be at peace without the witch king’s right hand man being a constant threat.

And Y/n knew this. But she was locked away, forbidden from participating, knowing she would protest and cause issues. But a locked door never stopped her. She tied various dresses of hers, making a makeshift rope. Making sure the coast was clear, she threw the rope over the edge of her balcony, reaching the stone floor below. Quickly and quietly, she slid down the rope with ease, and made her way to the throne room, where the execution was being held.

”Today is a very memorable day. For Lee Jeno, a man long been a threat to our lives, shall be executed,” the king announced, as cheers sounded everywhere.

Y/n found it sickening how people cheered for somebody’s death. It was never a happy thing, no matter who it was or what they had done. And sadly, only she could see that.

Jeno looked as if he was in pain as two guards roughly pushed him forward, towards the center of the throne room. The executioner, a big, tall man clad in black, entered with a sword in hand. Jeno hung his head, knowing this was the end for him. But little did he know, Y/n was disguised in the crowd. And just before the executioner could even touch Jeno with his blade, Y/n threw herself in front of him, causing the crowds to gasp.

“Y/n my daughter, what ever are you doing?” The king asked, almost laughing.

“You can’t kill him father, I… I won’t let you. I love him,” she admitted, the crowd in even more surprise. Mark was especially surprised. The girl he thought was in love with him, was actually infatuated with a villain, his own enemy.

”Y/n, stop this nonsense, you can’t love a villain,” the king scoffed in disbelief.

”But I do,” she admitted. “He isn’t going to hurt anyone anymore, he’s changed. And… he loves me, just as much as I love him,” she explained, looking into Jeno’s eyes. “And I can’t live without him.”

Jeno smiled warmly at the princess, to whom his heart belonged.

The king sighed heavily. “As your king, I remove the criminal charges from Lee Jeno’s record, and hear by grant him freedom.”

Despite the crowds previously cheering for his death, they cheered now for his sparing. Y/n threw herself at Jeno, hugging him tightly. “I was so worrried,” she sighed.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into her ear, stroking her head.

She leaned into his chest, breathing in his scent and sighing deeply. And she thought nothing could’ve wrecked this happy moment of hers. But she was proved wrong when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back. An arrow had pierced right through her. She whimpered at the painful sensation, losing her grip on Jeno and falling into his arms.

“Y/n!” He gasped, seeing the tip of an arrow poke through her lower abdomen. The blood seeped through her white and gold dress.

”Jeno…” she choked out, crying as dark blood leaked from her mouth. “I can’t… breathe…” she gasped, clutching his tunic tightly as she looked fearfully into his eyes.

”I’m not giving up on you,” he stated, lifting her up from the ground and carrying her to a place where she could be tended to. This action even put him on good terms with the king. “I’m not giving up on you.”

~~~~~

Y/n felt like she was hit by a chariot when she woke. She held a hand to her head as she looked around the bright room. She glanced down at her white nightgown before standing, stretching out her limbs. She walked over to the balcony which overlooked the gardens below and sighed, the sunrise giving a very peaceful ambiance. She smiled when she felt arms around her waist and a kiss on the back of her neck. “Good morning darling.”

She turned around and looked up at Jeno as his arms trapped her on either side. “Good morning.”

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anotherfanaccount · 2 months

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That bandage is holding on the sanity of the Fandom.

Godddd I adore Dreamies so much but it still shocks me that they're grown up....me being barely older than them but still. Why are you all still not the chewing gum kids.

This comeback looks sooooo good already.

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jaeyums · 5 months

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Just One More (Part 1)

Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)

Word Count - 3k

Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything

Summary - You curse your new neighbours, partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.

A/N - Ty all sm for the support on the teaser, its genuinely such a big motivator <3

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Your alarm clock beeps, 4:45am glowing in red. You rub your eyes tiredly, crawling out of bed. It feels like time’s moving extra slow as you groggily go through your morning routine.

Finally ready for the day, you grab your work bag and red lifeguard shirt and head out the door to your opening shift at the pool.

Time goes by slowly and painfully, your tiredness making it difficult to pay attention to the early morning swimmers. You spent your time off deck doing some last minutes studying, though you doubt you actually retained any information.

The midterm was rougher than you had expected but you’re sure you’ve at least passed. You felt a slight weight lift off your shoulder as you hand it in, knowing reading break was right around the corner.

You finally arrive home, absolutely exhausted. You change into your lounge wear and instantly pass out on your couch.

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You’re jolted awake, the sound of someone trying to break down your door booming through the apartment.

You scramble to get up, still drossy, as you shuffle your way to the door, grumbling.

“I’m coming, fuck, gimme a fucking second.”

You throw open the door angrily to reveal Haechan standing there.

“You didn’t forget about our deal did you?”

You throw a hand up to your forehead, it had completely slipped your mind. Plus you were so tired upon arriving home you didn’t even have a chance to think about it.

“And after we were so quiet last night too.”

He frowns, shaking his head in disappointment.

You had to admit they held up their side of the deal perfectly, and you weren’t trying to find out how loud they’d blast their music if you went back on this deal.

“Yeah no I’m coming, I just fell asleep.”

His face instantly lights up.

“Are you wearing that?”

He asks gesturing to your shorts and hoodie.

“Because honestly I wouldn’t mind, maybe just comb your hair a bit.”

You run your hands through your hair subconsciously but you quickly stop, annoyed when you catch yourself.

“No I’m not wearing this, just give me an hour to get ready.”

“Make it half.”

And with that he walks back to his apartment, leaving you to bask in your sorrow.

You run your hand through your hair again, checking it in the reflection of a nearby mirror. It did look really messy.

In all honesty, going to a party was the last thing you wanted do to right now, especially since your bed looked so welcoming. But if nothing else, you were a girl of your word, so you hopped into the shower.

The familiar sound of music blaring causes you to hesitate knocking on the door infront of you. You can’t even remember the last time you partied. Always going to school, studying, or working, you never had time to go out and have fun.

You debate turning back around and cozying up back in bed, your word be damned. You shift, turning back to leave, before realizing a boy is blocking your path.

He’s holding two packs of coolers, looking at you with a smirk.

“Where do you think you’re going? Pretty sure the party is that way.”

You sigh in defeat, and go to knock, but he interrupts your attempt.

“Do you really think they’ll hear you over the music? It’s open.”

You look back at him, his sharp eyes staring back in condescending confusion. He had this expensive aura to him that almost intimidated you.

When you don’t break eye contact, he leans forward, and you stumble back startled. He’s inches away from your face, his eyes still blaring into yours, when you hear the door open. You turn and realize he was leaning forward to open it.

He snickers and your reaction and walks past you, holding up the coolers in triumph.

“Let’s go Chenle!”

The boys shout upon his arrival. You feel so awkward, still standing in the door way, not sure if you should walk in or not.

You step inside as the door closes behind you. Taking in the party, you count around 30 people, clearly a smaller get together. Everyone seems to already know each other, your uncomfortably rising by the second.

You can’t help but look for Haechan, hoping to see some kind of a familiar face, despite the fact you two only properly met yesterday.

Your eyes finally landed on his tall figure, dressed in a nice black shirt and jeans. He’s leaned over a girl, whispering something in her ear. You watch as she blushes and squirms under his gaze as he pulls back to look at her.

The whole scene makes you feel off, so you decide to head towards where you imagine the bathroom is. Assuming the layout is similar to yours, you walk through a hallway with several doors lining it, which is way more doors than your hallway has.

You try your best to guess the right room, saying a small prayer before opening the door.

You’re met with the site of a boy sitting with his head titled back, this adams apple bobbing as he lets out a groan. Your eyes trail down to see and girl on her knees at the edge of the bed, her head between his legs.

He looks down slightly as he notices the now open door, and you peeking in. He bites his lip, scanning you up and down.

Breaking out of a trance you didn’t know you were in, you quickly close the door.

You back away from the door, your face scrunching in embarrassment, but your body is pressed against something before you’re able to get far.

Two hands land on your waist, holding you there, as Haechans face comes into view over your shoulder. His touch sends shivers up your spine.

“Whatcha looking for, princess?”

You can faintly smell a mix of alcohol and cologne as his breath tickles your ear. You try to move away but his grip tightens, restricting your movement.

“Relax, I was just looking for the bathroom.”

He lets out a laugh.

“That room definitely isn’t the bathroom, but I’m sure you’ve realized that by now, haven’t you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, silently hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel, still hyperaware of his hand placement.

“Second door on the left.”

He finally lets go, as if giving you permission to leave. You nod at him as thanks and speed walk over to the second door on left.

You stand in front of the mirror, taking in your reflection. You actually pulled together quite well considering the day you had. Your hair and makeup complimented your features beautifully. Your outfit hugging your body in all the right places.

This is just a stupid party, no need to get so freaked out over people getting a little freaky, right?

Your mental pep talk is interrupted by someone walking into the bathroom, not noticing you at first.

You kick yourself for not locking the door, but the boy who just entered was unbelievably handsome, having a cute boyish look to his features, so you can’t be too mad.

“Oh, oh my god, sorry, fuck, I-I uh didn’t realize someone was in here, so sorry.”

You can’t help but laugh as he struggles to apologize, covering his eyes slightly.

“It’s totally okay, I was just leaving anyways.”

He lowers his hands, only now getting a good look at you. He seems to like what he sees as his face lights up.

“Leaving? Already? We could just chill in here a bit.”

You raise your eyebrow sceptically, though he seemed so innocent, it was hard to tell his intentions.

“I just think a break from all the chaos outside would be nice,”

He quickly clarifies upon seeing your expression shift.

“I’ve never seen you before, what’s your name?”

“oh yeah it’s my first time here, it’s y/n.”

He smiles, his pink gums flashing cutely when he does.

“My name’s Jisung, nice to meet you.”

His aura is much more comforting than anyone else’s you’ve encountered at this party so far. He was slightly shy, but still held himself confidently.

Before you can continue your conversation the door is swung open again.

Now Haechan stands in the doorway looking almost annoyed.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

His tone is humous and teasing, but the sentiment doesn’t make it to his face.

Jisung just rolls his eyes.

“Nothing, Haechan, we were just talking.”

“Well we’re playing a game now so let’s go. Out, both of you.”

He moves to the side gesturing you two out of the room. Jisung walks past him, but when you try to do the same he stops you in your tracks.

“Here, you’ll need this for the game.”

He holds out a red solo cup, taking a sniff causes you to recoil, the smell of liquor burning your nose.

“Oh, I don’t drink.”

“You do today.”

After a moment, you reluctantly take it. Maybe this will help with the nerves you’ve been trying so hard to ignore.

“Plus, if you do well, you won’t have to have any anyways.”

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Around ten of you now sit in a circle in the living room. Haechan stands in the middle explaining the rules of the game. It’s relatively simple, just truth or dare but if you refuse to do the challenge, you drink.

You look around, seeing some faces you’ve seen before. Chenle, Jisung, Jeno, and the boy from the bedroom, the girl being no where to be seen, are scattered throughout the circle.

“Couldn’t we just lie if we didn’t feel like telling the truth?”

Asks Chenle, titling his head.

“Can’t, we must swear on our life to be honest,”

He responds dramatically.

“But if you still feel like being a liar, Renjun is basically a human lie detector.”

He looks to a boy wearing glasses, who waves to the rest with a tight lipped smile.

With that, Haechan joins the circle, sitting on the couch directly across from you. His eyes now locked onto you.

The game starts with the usual stupid challenges, everyone laughing with each other, a playful feeling fills the air. People have yet to ask you anything, most likely due to the fact that they don’t know your name, which you were beyond grateful for.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long as Jisung decided you’ve been too comfortable for too long.

“Why hasn’t anyone asked y/n yet? Jaemin, since it’s your turn, you do it.”

The boy who you’d seen receiving services earlier looks over to you, the same scandalous look returning to his face.

“Hmm okay y/n, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

You answer almost immediately, not daring to risk hearing the twisted things Jaemin would come up with if you had chosen dare.

“Okay, let’s start with something easy. What’s your body count?”

The room fills with the boys talking, trying to guess what the number might be before you say it.

“I’d guess like five? surely not over ten.”

“I don’t know, she might be in double digits.”

“Look at her, I’m saying at least thirteen.”

“She kind of has this innocent aura though.”

The only person not chiming in was Haechan. As uncomfortable as it was having people you just met discuss your sex life, the way Haechan looked at you made you ten times more uncomfortable.

It felt like he could see right through you, like he already knew the answer; that all his friends were wrong. He knew the moment he touched your waist, knew by the way you reacted so sensitively to his hands.

You tried your best to advert your gaze, laughing uneasily. It’s not that you’re embarrassed or anything…okay you might be slightly embarrassed, nonetheless it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

It’s just the thought of revealing something so personal to a bunch of strangers that didn’t sit well with you.

“I think I’m gonna have to drink.”

Your answer is met with uproar, a series of “boo”s following your announcement.

You ignore them looking at the cup in your hand uneasily, before closing your eyes and taking a long chug.

The boos quickly turn into cheers, encouraging you to drink more.

So you do. You finish the cup in that long chug, a boy, apparently named mark, quickly handing you another drink. You pause, but only for a second, before taking it.

Just one more drink can’t hurt, can it?

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